Episodes from Simon’s earliest schooldays

The location is the cathedral choir school where Simon was briefly a pupil when he first came to Britain.

Scene 1. The basement. This is a series of vaulted chambers with whitewashed walls and stone-flagged floors. The atmosphere is cold but stuffy, with a pervasive smell of Jeyes’ Fluid disinfectant.

The camera takes us on a tour of this gloomy place. A stone stairway leads down to a central aisle. Here, the camera picks up a line of boys’ bare behinds. The boys are nude from the waist down, and carry their shorts and underpants over their left arms. All are aged somewhere between 9 and 11. Their boy-parts are typical of pre-teens: intact but tiny. As we watch, Simon comes gown the stairs, takes off his shorts and pants and joins the back of the line. His boy-parts match those of all the other boys – small and undeveloped.

Simon is 10½ and somewhat moon-faced, with untidy light-brown hair. This is his first Sunday morning at the school and he doesn’t know what to expect.

We pass into the chamber on the right, which is lit only by a single gas-jet. Its dim light shows a row of toilet doors and another line of boys waiting to use the toilets. The boys look preoccupied and uncomfortable. There is a constant sound of flushing. As we watch, another boy comes to join this group. A loud female voice stops him in his tracks.

Voice: "You, that boy! Back of the line! And listen – ten minutes by the clock, alright? If I see you going before that, I’ll call you back. Right?”

Boy: "Yes, Matron." (He joins the back of the line, fidgeting)

The camera shows us where these words are coming from. In the chamber to our left – the only part of the basement that is brightly lit, stands the School Matron. She is a strongly-built woman of about 40, handsome rather than pretty. She wears full nurse’s uniform, apron, rubber gloves and sleeve protectors, and holds a clip-board with a watch attached to it.

In the centre of the floor is a plain wooden chair, and in front of this, a bath-mat. On a table set against the wall is a wooden twelve-inch ruler, a jar of Vaseline, and a tray of sticks of yellow household soap. Bracketed to the wall is a deep white sink with a single cold-water faucet. Attached to this is a long rubber tube, with an enema-nozzle on the end.

Matron: "Next!" (A small dark-haired boy comes in.)

Matron: "Name?"

Boy: "Iles, Matron."

Matron (marking his name off): "Iles, right. Over the chair. Right over- hold the seat."

(Iles bends over the back of the chair, presenting his buttocks to the Matron, who dips the enema-nozzle in the Vaseline and pushes it up the boy’s bottom. She turns on the faucet for ten seconds by her watch, then shuts it off.)

Matron (pulling the nozzle out of the boy’s anus): "You’re done, Iles. Over there, back of the line. Next boy!"

(A sturdy child with fair curly hair comes in. He has a two-inch erection)

Matron: "Name?"

Boy: "Ekins, Matron."

(The Matron notices the boy’s erection.)

Matron: "Control yourself, boy!" (She takes the ruler and gives the boy’s penis a sharp whack. His erection subsides instantly.)

Boy: "Ow, that hurt!"

Matron: "You should be ashamed of yourself, coming in here like that. Come on, over the chair."

(Ekins gets the cold-water treatment and is dismissed to wait his turn at the toilets).

Matron: "Next boy!"

(Simon enters).

Matron: "Hello, I’ve not seen you before. What is your name?"

Simon: "Simon Scott."

Matron: "T-t! The correct way to reply is “Scott, Matron”. Christian names aren’t used around here. Now, let’s try again. What is your name?"

Simon: "Scott, Matron."

Matron: "That’s better. Now, Scott, when did you last use the bathroom?"

Simon: "I can’t remember, Matron."

Matron: "You can’t remember! That’s just why all you boys have to come here every Sunday morning. I expect your insides are completely blocked up. They’ll need a good clearing-out. Now, just bend over this chair – no, not like that, like this." (She shows him the proper way to bend over and open his buttocks).

Matron: (continuing, smiling) "Now I’ll start by giving you a nice piece of soap." (She takes one of the sticks of soap from the tray, dunks it in Vaseline, and pushes it right up Simon’s behind, using her forefinger to get it right in. Simon wriggles).

Matron (continuing) : "There, that will do you a world of good. Now I’ll give you your lovely enema. "

(She pushes the nozzle up Simon’s bottom and turns on the faucet. Simon winces as the cold water hits his rectum but he takes it all the same.)

FADE OUT.

Scene 2. We are outside a tall, gaunt stone building. The camera picks out a window on the 3rd floor, then zooms close in until we are on the inside of that window. We are in one of the boys’ dormitories. There are four bed-spaces on one side and four on the other.

Two boys come in and sit down on the first bed. One is Ekins, the fair-haired boy who offended Matron by having an erection. The other is Simon.

Ekins: "Well, that’s over for another week. I think Matron’s obsessed with this bathroom business. If ever I do miss a day, it’s because there’s never enough time. No toilets on this floor, three on the second, two on the ground floor and five in the basement. That’s ten toilets for 200 boys. So instead of providing more toilets we have to have enemas every Sunday morning."

Simon: "It doesn’t bother me. I’m used to enemas. At home, in Cape Town, we had this girl, Fannie, who used to look after me when my parents weren’t there – and that was most of the time. If ever she was going to take me into the city, for shopping or whatever, she’d first get out the syringe and pump soapy water up my bum to make me go to the bathroom. It was to make certain I wouldn’t want to “go” when we were out. Only difference was, she used warm water. I got to quite enjoy it. And I didn’t think Matron was too bad – she was quite gentle, the way she did it."

Ekins: "But did you see what she did to me, the bitch? Hit my cock with a ruler, just because I had a hard-on. Do you ever get a hard-on?"

Simon: "You mean, does my piss-piss go stiff? I can make it go stiff if I keep pulling it."

Ekins: "Don’t call it your piss-piss, that’s such a baby word. Call it your ‘cock’. I don’t need to pull mine. It just goes hard by itself. Most of all when I think about my girl-friend."

Simon: "You’ve got a girl-friend?"

Ekins: "Back home in London. She’s called Kay Anne, she’s a bit older than me, thirteen. Her boobs are just beginning to come. She likes me to feel around inside her T-shirt. But what I most want to do is to get her knickers down and put my cock up her cunt. That’s when I get a hard-on, thinking about doing that. Have you got a girl-friend?"

Simon: "No, not properly. I live with my cousins. The eldest of them, Sue, she’s about thirteen also. She hasn’t got boobs yet, though she’s got some bumps. I often see her at bath time, with only her panties on – they’re nylon and almost transparent. I can see those fat lips that girls have, instead of a cock, that they wee through."

Ekins: "That’s called a cunt, fathead! It’s where a boy shoves his cock in. He (rolling the words round his tongue) puts his cock right up the girl’s cunt and shags her!"

Simon: "Isn’t that how babies come?"

Ekins: "Yes, but all girls know how to prevent a baby starting. They take something. Some sort of pill."

Simon: " That’s real cool!"

Ekins: " I’ll tell you something else. All girls want to do it – just as much as boys. And when a girl’s done it once, she’ll keep on doing it, again and again. They can’t think of anything else."

Simon: " Wowee!"

(There is silence for a few moments while Simon digests his new-found knowledge).

Simon : "Ekins..."

Ekins: "My name’s Roger!"

Simon: "Roger, tell me something. I was in the shower the other day and some chaps in the changing room were talking about another boy, saying he was going to have his balls pricked. What’s it mean, having your balls pricked?"

Ekins: "Have you come across the word ‘eunuch’? In scripture lessons, perhaps?"

Simon: "You-nick? No, what’s ‘you-nick’ mean?"

Ekins: "For starters it’s spelt e-u-n-u-c-h. A eunuch is a boy with no balls."

Simon: "Born without balls, you mean?"

Ekins: (laughing) : "Well, a very few may be born that way, but most eunuchs have their balls taken out by a doctor."

Simon: "Why do they have that done?"

Ekins: "It’s when they don’t want a boy to be able to get a baby. A eunuch can’t “do it” with a girl. And….."

(Footsteps are heard and a third boy comes into the room. This is Trevelyan, the dormitory captain. He is twelve, his father is a Harley Street surgeon, and he considers himself sophisticated.)

Trevelyan: "Almost time for lunch, you two! Don’t be late. Lovely liver-and-bacon again! " (He pulls a face)

Ekins: "John, bring Simon up to speed, please. He’s been overhearing a conversation about some chap who’s going to have his balls pricked."

Trevelyan: "Sounds like a newcomer to the junior choir. Dr Lorton, the music director, arranges it. (Turns to Simon) You understand, don’t you, that if a boy loses his balls before he hits puberty, his voice doesn’t change. He goes on singing high: treble or alto. "

Simon: "So it’s done just to make boys sing better."

Trevelyan: "Oh no! It’s done for all sorts of reasons. I’ve been reading about it in a magazine – my father’s a doctor. "

Ekins: "So you know all about it?"

Trevelyan (sheepishly): "Well, a fair bit. There’s been a lot of discussion among doctors about the best age for a boy to have his balls out. If he’s done as young as six, say, or seven, it’s such a minor procedure that he’ll very soon forget he ever had balls. Problem is, a boy’s penis doesn’t grow anymore afterwards, and it could be difficult for a 12-year-old to pee through a six-year-old’s little cock. So most boys are done when they are ten or eleven."

Simon: "But the boys I heard talking were discussing someone having his balls 'pricked' – not taken right out."

Trevelyan: "That’s how it’s done nowadays. It’s like an inoculation. You’ve had those, surely?"

Simon: "Yes, I’ve had a needle in my arm, and at the top of my leg, and in my bum, and….."

Trevelyan: "Right, then. A doctor can inject a drug into a boy’s balls that makes them dry up. The effect’s the same as having them taken right out. And the most important effect is – boys who have their balls pricked can never fuck girls. Look, I’ve got to go – I’m on lunch duty. And you’d better come too."

(All start to leave)

Trevelyan (over his shoulder to Simon): "Since you’re so interested in boys getting their balls pricked, there’s an article I found on the Internet which you ought to read. I’ll let you have it after evening prep."

(They go down to lunch)

Scene 3. In the dormitory again, late that night, after lights-out. Curtains are drawn round each bed. Most boys are sound asleep but the camera takes us behind the curtains of Simon’s bed. He has his head under the covers, and with the aid of a pocket torch, is reading the article lent him by Trevelyan. It is an excerpt from a medical magazine. Simon reads the article, saying some of the words to himself, sometimes in an undertone, sometimes none too quietly as he becomes excited.

INNOCENCE PRESERVED

Across much of the United States and also in Britain, there is strong aversion on religious and moral grounds, to the practice of neutering pre-teen boys. However, this attitude is not universally held, nor is it rigid. There is a growing tendency among foster-parents and guardians – even some birth parents – to spare a boy the pains, perils and traumas of adolescence, by raising him as a eunuch.

(There follows an account of the development of the drug “Neutersol”, its trialling in children’s homes and other pilot schemes, most of which Simon skips. He is more interested in the diagram showing how the drug is injected into a boy’s testicles. The text explains how the drug destroys the testicles and the erectile nerves in the boy’s penis.)

The piece continues. Simon reads on avidly, muttering odd words.

Trevelyan (from the other end of the dormitory): " Less noise, please, Scott!" (Simon goes on reading)

In a few locations the procedure for neutering boys, now so easy, simple and painless, has been promoted by local medical practitioners to the point where intact boys are the exception. Teenage girls have been heard to say that ‘boys with balls are so tiresome’ and that neutered boys are nicer to be with, and better company. In school, neutered boys are better behaved, and are believed to study harder.

Likewise, teenage girls’ Mothers welcome neutered boys into their homes for sleepovers. These boys are as sexually harmless as the gelded page-boys in The Arabian Nights. Mothers know that whatever fun and games the youngsters get up to, in the dark hours, the girls’ virginity is safe because the boys can’t “do it”. Childhood innocence no longer ends with the onset of the teenage years: it can be prolonged with two pricks of a hypodermic.

Simon: "That’s so cool!"

Trevelyan (from the other end of the dormitory): "I’ve told you once; less noise, please, Scott!"

The piece ends with a full-page photograph of a party of six boys and girls skinny-dipping in the back-yard pool of a family home. The parents are sitting at tables on the deck, with drinks, looking happily on. The girls are all examples of blossoming femininity with incipient boobs, and like modern girls everywhere they have shaved-off “down there”.

By contrast the boys, though no shorter in stature than the girls, essentially have children’s physique, with rounded limbs, tummies and buttocks. Two of them, standing on the pool side, are facing the camera. They have tiny penises and no trace of balls or scrotum.

Simon studies this picture, imagining himself among the girls, and loudly exclaims, again, “Gosh, that’s so cool!”. From the far end of the dormitory comes Trevelyan’s stern admonition.

Trevelyan: "Scott, shut up! Red mark for you in the morning. Two more and it’ll be a thrashing."

There is silence.

Scene 5. Outside the school building. Ekins suddenly catches sight of Simon.

Ekins (in a loud whisper): " Scott! Scott! P-sst! Over here!"

Ekins: "Come over here, quick!" (Leads Simon behind the cycle-sheds)

Simon: " What’s the matter? Why have we come round here?"

Ekins : "There’s been a message from the Upper School. One of the prefects, Ramsay…"

Simon: "Which one is Ramsay?"

Ekins: "Big ginger-headed chap. Prop-forward in the First Fifteen. Know the one? (Simon nods) Well, Ramsay has noticed you at morning chapel, and sent a message to ask if you will be his flower."

Simon: "His flower? Funny expression. What’s a flower?"

Ekins: "It’s a sort of protégé."

Simon: "What’s one of them? What’s ‘protayjay’ mean?"

Ekins: "It means that the prefect sees that his flower has certain privileges, like being excused from the tidying-up rota after mealtimes, and not having to go on cross-country runs..."

Simon: "Sounds good to me! I hate cross-country runs. But I want to meet some other prefect’s flower and ask him what it’s like, being a flower…"

Ekins: "You can’t. They won’t talk about it. They are all sworn to secrecy. But you will do it, won’t you? Can I send a message back to say 'Yes?'"

Simon: "Don’t see why not. Sounds fun!"

Ekins : "Alright, then."

Scene 6. We are in the town outside a popular café called ‘Barbara’s Bun Shop’ Two figures come out. The first is Simon himself. The second is a hefty, good-looking, ginger-haired 18-year-old. Both are in school uniform: the big prefect’s navy-blue blazer bearing the badges indicating his lofty rank. Simon’s uniform is plainer, and his grey trousers are shorts.

Simon: "That was a marvelous tea – really awesome! I loved those pastries, they were brilliant! I had five."

Ramsay: "And now you’ve got cream on your chin! " (Takes a handkerchief and wipes it off)

Simon: " What shall we do now?" (Flinches as Ramsay pulls him back into a doorway) "What’s the matter?"

Ramsay: "It was the Captain of the School on the other side of the road and I’d rather he didn’t see us just now. It’s alright – he’s gone now. (pauses) I thought it might be nice to go for a bike-ride, just a short one before evening call-over. Alright?"

(They collect their bikes from the stand. The camera follows them as they set off; it fades out to represent the passage of time, then fades in again on a different scene – a new housing development with houses in different stages of completion. There is no one about.

Ramsay (indicating one of the houses) : "That one looks alright. We can hide our bikes round the back." (They do so. Ramsay tries the back door, which opens, and he indicates to Simon that he should go inside the house)

Simon: "Why are we going in here?"

(The big prefect says nothing, but as Simon goes into the house, he caresses the curves of Simon’s behind. Simon gives him a look, which says, more than words can, that he knows how things are shaping up)

The camera goes outside the building and focuses on one of the upstairs windows, looking in. Ramsay is putting some sort of proposition to Simon. We cannot hear what he says, but Simon clearly finds it very amusing. He is almost helpless with laughter.

Ramsay says something else. Simon at once unfastens his belt buckle and pulls his shorts and pants down. The camera zooms in on Simon’s private area: his genitals are small for his age, although excitement and anticipation have given him an erection – all 1½ inches.

Simon gets down on the floor on all fours. The prefect unfastens the zip on his trousers and takes out his penis which is like the rest of him – large and hard. He takes a small tin of Vaseline from his pocket and begins to lubricate Simon’s rear entry, using his finger to push plenty of the grease inside his anus.

While the big prefect guides his erection into Simon’s “other end” the camera briefly shows us Simon’s face. Among a gamut of emotions, excitement and concentration are fighting for top spot….

We are left to imagine the prefect’s rhythmic grunts as he shafts Simon, and his groans of sex-pleasure when at length he ejaculates deep inside the younger boy’s bowels. Now at last the camera fades out, and when it fades in again, we are inside the room.

Ramsay (fastening his trousers): "Well, I must say, that was brilliant! You do it very nicely, you know. I could get very fond of you, Simon – very fond indeed!"

Simon (pulling his pants up) : " I like doing this – I really do like it!"

Ramsay (unable to believe his ears) : "You’ve done it before?"

Simon: "Yes, I kept trying to tell you, only you weren’t listening. My uncle does it to me when I’m at home with my cousins. I think it’s, well, sort of funny! Having someone else’s penis up my bum-bum."

Ramsay: "Your uncle sounds a regular sort of a guy. "

Simon: "Yeah, he’s a great guy. He’s explained all sorts of things to me. Like, there’s no chance of me having a baby afterwards, because a boy’s insides are different to a girl’s."

Ramsay: "I think that doing it with a boy – like you – is better than with any girl, and it’s safe. But listen. Other people might not agree. So it’s got to be a big, big secret between the two of us. Agreed? Or there could be bad trouble. So no a word to anyone, okay?"

Simon: "Okay. But can we do this again next week?"

Ransay (with a gulp): " Yes, if you want."

Simon : " And every week?"

Ramsay: " Yes, alright. And I’ll teach you all you need to know. (with a laugh) Something tells me you want to become a really experienced bum-boy!"

(They retrieve their bikes and ride off. Simon says nothing, but we can hear his audible thoughts: “So this is what it means to be someone’s flower!”

Scene 7. Not so much a scene as a series of vignettes, showing Simon’s Sunday afternoon meetings with Ramsay. They begin with a few variants: the big prefect sucking Simon’s tiny penis, caressing his bare bottom, playing with his balls- but all end with Simon taking the older boy’s erection up his behind. The camera repeatedly fades in and out to show the passage of time, so that we get glimpses of daffodils, summer flowers, ripening corn, falling leaves, and so on, finally fading out.

Epilogue

i) Another year has passed, Simon, not quite twelve, has become sexually precocious. He is a serial bum-boy and inquisitive in all sorts of other ways. When he tries to have sex with his 13-year old cousin Sue, the adults in Simon’s life feel that the limit has been reached, and he is hurried off, without further delay, to have his balls pricked. His operation is a total success – that is, from the point of view of the adults. You can read about this in “Simon Tells It Like It Was."

Though now a boy-eunuch with a rosebud penis and no balls or scrotum, Simon is not without a sex-life. You can read about this in “Simon Learns to Do Oral" & “Simon and Melanie Part I”.

ii) Whether Roger Ekins ever got his girl-friend’s pants down, these stories do not tell.

iii) N.B. At the time of writing, any kind of sexual relationship (not just anal sex) with an underage child is a criminal offence and likely to remain so.