He grins at me. To Devon, he says:

“I didn’t tell him you’d been nullified. I figured you’d want to surprise him.”

He adds:

“If he doesn’t call back soon, it will be too late to go over, but…”

He leaves us hanging.

“But what?” I say.

“Dad’s in the den watching football, but we might…” he grins, “entice him away from the game. What do you think, Devon? Do you want to fool around with my dad?”

Devon shrugs. “Hell, why not? Might be interesting. He’s not bad for an old guy.”

“He’s no Eric,” Rhyes says. “You won’t get much foreplay out of him, and chances are he’ll only be able to get off once, fucking only one of us. I don’t know who he’ll want to fuck, you or Jake probably; he has me all the time, so I imagine he’ll want new stuff.”

I look at Devon; he’s still sitting on the bed naked. I’m jealous. What if Dad wants him instead of me? I think about my ugly ball sac. I think about how smooth - how beautiful - Devon looks. Why would anyone prefer me over him? I would rather have Dad to myself. I don’t want him to compare me to Devon. I open my mouth to speak, but I don’t know what I want to say. I want Dad to fuck me; but I’m afraid he’ll fuck Devon instead. I guess that’s selfish of me. I live here. Dad can fuck me anytime. Anyway, Rhyes doesn’t ask me what I think. Instead, he continues telling Devon about Dad.

“He likes rough sex. Sometimes, he’ll just bend me over and fuck me, and sometimes, he’ll slap me around. He never really hurts me – never leaves any marks – but he does like to inflict a little pain. You’re not his kid, though, so he might go easy on you.”

“It’s cool,” says Devon. “I like a little variety. My dad slaps me around, so it’s cool with me.”

Dad has never hit me; but I’ve never given him a reason. I probably would have, if I still had balls, but having them cut off really calmed me down. If I had a kid – of course, I won’t, now – I’d have him castrated, too. A bunch of my friends at my old school should be. Probably, most boys should be; but like Rhyes said, probably not all boys would like being a eunuch. Some of us, Rhyes and me – obviously Devon, too – were born eunuchs. We needed our balls cut off to make things right. I guess it’s fate that Rhyes and I became brothers.

I guess I always knew something was wrong; but I thought having a bigger dick would make things right. Instead, having my balls cut off made thing right. Having my dick cut off, too, would make things even better. I want to look like Devon.

“Get naked,” Rhyes tells me.

Normally, I like being naked. Lots of times, I’ll walk back and forth to the bathroom naked and don’t care if Dad or Mom sees me naked; but I don’t want to be compared to Devon.

“I don’t want to,” I say.

Rhyes rolls his eyes.

“Why not?”

“Dad might think I’m ugly.”

“Dad’s seen you naked a hundred times I bet.”

“Yeah, but…”

He sees where I’m looking: at Devon’s crotch.

“Look. We want Dad to compare us to Devon. We want him to see how ugly we are down there compared to Devon. If he does, he might let us get our dicks cut off. This might be our only chance to get him to agree to it. Don’t spoil it for us.”

“You really think he might.”

“It might be our only chance,” says Rhyes.

“OK.”

I take off my clothes and sit beside Devon, but I cover my crotch with my hand. I don’t want him to see my ugly ball sac. Rhyes leaves to go get Dad.

Devon is looking me over. He tugs at my hand covering my crotch.

“Let me see.”

“I’m ugly. I have an ugly, empty, ball sac.”

“It would be ugly, if it still had balls in it,” he says, “but I think empty ones are kind of sexy. Eric was older than you when he had his balls cut off, and he has an empty sac.”

“Did you have an empty sac before…”

I’m looking at his crotch.

“No – not really. I was cut young like Rhyes. My balls were small, and my sac pretty well shrunk up. I’ve seen several guys like you, cut after puberty, and they all had empty sacs hanging down.”

“I hate it.”

“Maybe what Rhyes has planned will work. Maybe your dad will let you guys get nullified.”

“Why do they call it that: nullified?”

“Because I guess, they cut off everything that makes you a boy, dick, balls, ball sac, everything.”

Reaching over, he pinches my nipple. “Oh!” I just about orgasm then and there. My nipples are so sensitive, more erogenous – Rhyes calls it – than my dick ever was.

“You’re growing eunuch tits,” he says.

“They’re not as big as yours.”

“I’ve been growing mine a lot longer than you have. For as little time as you’ve been a eunuch, you’re doing great.”

He pulls my hand away; this time I let him.

“You do have a flap down there, but you got to remember, it was full of balls a couple of months ago. Even if your dad doesn’t get it cut off for you, it will shrink with time.”

“I hate balls.”

“You’re cool,” he says. “Most boys cut after puberty miss having them. Rhyes said you didn’t put up a fight or nothing.”

“I kept thinking I should, but I think as soon as I saw Rhyes didn’t have any, I wanted to get rid of mine. It was all new to me. I didn’t know any boys that were cut back at my old school, but now that I know what to look for, I can think of two or three that probably were. Anyway, Rhyes was the first eunuch I saw that I knew was a eunuch, and as soon as I saw him, I knew I wanted to be like him. Dad asked me if I was going to give him any shit about having my balls cut off. I think I would have only given him shit, if he didn’t have them cut off. I was scared as shit, not so much about it hurting. I was scared because I knew there was no going back. Once my balls were gone, they were gone, and I would never be the same. What if I didn’t like being a eunuch?”

“But you do.”

“Yeah, I love it.”

“Me, too,” he says. “I never went through puberty, so I don’t know what that’s like, but I consider myself lucky I didn’t have to.”

“You were lucky. I was a slave to my dick. I HAD to jack off two or three times a day, at least. Sometimes, Rhyes and I’ll go a week or more doing nothing more sexual than cuddling and kissing. Then, something will turn us on, and we’ll make mad, passionate, love, and I mean love not sex.

“Eunuchs are more like women in that respect than they are like boys,” Devon says.

Rhyes comes back into the room.

“Dad’s coming. He’s hot for this; no doubt. He said he needed to go to the bathroom first: probably going to brush his teeth; grab some lube, maybe, since Jake has a virgin ass.”

“Is he going to fuck me?” I ask.

Rhyes shrugs:

“I don’t know. I told him Devon was here; but I didn’t tell him Devon has been nullified; I wanted to surprise him with that.”

While he’s talking he’s stripping. Naked, he sits on the bed on the other side of Devon.

“I want Dad to see how cool Devon looks compared to us,” he says to me. “If he really likes how Devon looks – and I’m sure he will – maybe he’ll pay to have us nullified.”

In a few minutes, Dad pushes open the door, comes into the room, and sees us sitting on the edge of the bed facing him. We all have our legs open giving him a clear view of our crotches. He is still dressed.

“Motherfuck!” he says. His mouth is open, and he’s staring at Devon. “That is so fucking hot.”

I know who’s getting fucked, and it’s not going to be me. Even if Dad can get off more than once, he’ll probably just do Devon again. I’m disappointed and more than a little jealous, but I live here, so I’ll get my chance. Rhyes scoots over, letting Dad sit next to Devon. Dad just sits staring at Devon’s smooth crotch.

“Don’t you want to take your clothes off, Dad?” Rhyes says.

“Yeah – yeah.”

Without taking his eyes off Devon, he reaches down and pulls up his sweat shirt and the t-shirt he wears under it. Pulling them off over his head, he tosses them onto the floor. Rhyes stands up and slips his fingers under the waistband on Dad’s sweat pants. Dad lifts his ass off the bed, and Rhyes slides down Dad’s pants, pulls them off his feet, and tosses them on top of the rest of Dad’s clothes. For the first time, I see Dad’s hard dick.

For some reason, I thought it would be huge, but it’s probably average in size, five and a half, six inches, bigger than mine was for sure, but not as large as I thought it would be. To me I guess, Dad is kind of a god: I gave him my balls. I thought he’d have a god size dick.

I stare at his balls. It’s the first time, since I had mine cut off, I’ve seen a full ball sac. Devon is right: a full ball sac is uglier than my empty one is. I would hate to have balls.

Devon takes Dad’s hand placing it on his crotch. Dad rubs it, running his hand between Devon’s legs.

“A reroute. That’s so fucking hot.”

I think Rhyes is going to take this opportunity to ask Dad for one for him and me, but he doesn’t. I want to ask, but decide to leave it up to Rhyes. He’s Dad’s real son, and he knows him better than I do. I mean: Dad’s been fucking him, so Rhyes knows a lot more about Dad than I do.

Devon scoots backward and around, until he’s lying lengthwise on the bed. Dad watches him; I’m staring at Dad’s hard dick. Sticky precum is hanging from it. Dad doesn’t notice me. He only has eyes for Devon’s smooth crotch.

Smiling, Devon raises his legs exposing his hole. I can see the new pee hole they made him. It’s a few inches up from his asshole. Obviously, he has to pee sitting down, but that’s how I pee most of the time. Mom gets upset, if I miss the toilet and pee on the floor.

Dad scoots up between Devon’s legs, lowering his face to take one of Devon’s nipples into his mouth while grasping Devon’s other nipple with his hand. Devon grimaces. Dad is not gentle with him; but Devon isn’t protesting. He said his dad liked rough sex, and I suppose he’s used to it. He may even like it. I’m more than a little jealous of him.

Dad scoots up farther; the head of his dick nuzzles at Devon’s hole; then it’s inside Devon, and Dad is humping him. Dad’s idea of foreplay was to bite one of Devon’s tits and to pinch his other one. He didn’t even kiss Devon.

Pounding Devon’s ass, Dad eventually cums. He lies still on top of Devon for a moment or two before rolling off him onto his back. He continues to stare at Devon’s crotch. That’s when Rhyes decides to speak.

“He’s hot, isn’t he?”

Dad nods:

“Yeah.”

“Don’t you think Jake and I would look cool without out dicks?”

“Yeah; but I can’t afford a reroute for one of you. I damn sure can’t afford to have both of you done.”

“We could have our dicks snubbed; that wouldn’t cost much; and it would be almost as good.”

Rhyes had told me about dick snubbing, where they just cut off your dick at the base. It’s not as good as a reroute, of course. When they do a reroute, they take out the root of your cock, too. I’d rather have a reroute, but a snubbing would be better than nothing.

“I need my ball sac cut off, too,”

I’m standing beside the bed facing Dad.

Dad grins:

“I like your empty ball sac. It’s a reminder that you once had balls, and I took them from you.”

“I’m glad you took them, but if I have my dick snubbed, an empty ball sac is really going to look weird.”

“I haven’t said I’m having either of you snubbed yet.”

“Look at Devon,” Rhyes says. “You like how he looks. You know you’d like how we’d look without dicks.”

“He is hot. I’ll think about it.”

He gets up, grabs his clothes, and goes into his room. He and Mom have their own bathroom. I guess that’s where he’s gone: to take a shower, maybe.

I didn’t get fucked; and it’s too late to go over to see Eric, even if he was home. After seeing Dad fuck, I wonder what’s it’s like. I ask him.

“Was it good?”

He hesitates:

“Uhhh…it was interesting. He was a little rough, but I’ve had rougher. It was definitely a fuck not making love. He’s no Eric.”

Fuck! I am curious about Eric. What’s so great about him? When I ask Devon, he smiles and shrugs:

“Wait and see. I wouldn’t want to spoil it for you.”

Devon goes in the bathroom to clean up. When he comes back, Rhyes and I are dressed. We ask a few questions about Devon’s nullification and move on to other things, boy things, video games, watching TV, and talking about school starting on Monday.