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Choir practice let out early today because of school break. Kenneth, Patrick and I are walking over to the field to meet Keith for the trip out to the retreat. Patrick and Kenneth don’t want to go. “Wayne is always beating on me,” Patrick says. “He calls me a faggot all the time and I thought I would have the break to practice my part for the concert.” “I know” I say, “Keith is the same way. I can’t please him. Especially when he and dad make me dress up in my sisters cloths. They think it will make me a man.” Kenneth says, “I know its tough on you guys. At least my mom encourages my singing.” “Has she talked to you about your plans” I ask. “No” Kenneth replies, “She freaks every time I bring up being castrated…She tells me I don’t have to worry about it yet, and once I start liking girls we can talk about it.” “Yah” I say “every time Keith kicks me in the balls I hope he has killed them, but all it does is hurt.” “I found some new information on the web” Patrick says “There is a new shot that vets can use to castrate.” “Oh” I say, “how does that work?” “Well the vet takes a needle and injects the stuff in each testicle and the testicle dies. The trouble is that its not approved yet and I haven’t been able to find any” “So we either use a band or the clamp.” I say, “I have found where I can order the clamp. Trouble is I don’t know where to have it delivered, Keith is always snooping in my mail. He broke the new modem I ordered.” Patrick says, “I can’t receive it either. If my mom saw it she would hit orbit. I think she wants to let me do it but when she mentioned my interest to our doctor he started talking shrinks. I think he scared her.” “Quiet” I say, “we are nearly at the field.” --------------------- Its Friday. Practice was a short in preparation for the retreat. The bigies in the booster club are hobnobbing with the school board. Keith’s dad is there and I can tell he is mad. He shoves Keith and swats Jonathan in the back of the head. Oh just great I think, those big shots won’t be there and Keith is going to be in a roaring bad mood. “Evan, you butt head. The bags go over there”. “Certainly Keith” I say but that’s not what I think. Well at least I don’t have to haul all the food and supplies. Lee and Brian were supposed to take that out at noon. When we arrive, Lee and Brian are there. They have been drinking all afternoon and can hardly stand. They have taken over the bunkhouse leaving us in the barn. Keith is in his usual fine form. Bossing everybody around. Well at least he has a beer in his hand. In an hour or two he will be drunk but how the guy can keep walking and talking when he’s drunk I will never know. Once the gear is stowed the drinking gets serious. I am just sipping mine as I hope to stay sober to try to keep a lid on things. Just now Keith has striped Jonathan and is forcing him to wear his sister’s dress. He has his sister’s Kotex part way up Jonathan’s butt. Most of the team is striping Kenneth and Patrick. The team is in various states of nakedness and teasing the kids. The rest are passed out around the barn. Over in the corner Ken is whining about Sue. She just told him she had missed her period, and Ken is afraid she won’t get an abortion. The whining finally gets Keith’s attention. “Ken, you’re a wimp.” Keith yells, “Your prick runs your life.” When Keith bellows the team drops what they are doing and gathers around Ken and Keith. Out of the corner of my eye I see Jonathan, Patrick and Kenneth move into the far corner. “Heybutthead whers da string” Keith yells. “dis guy needs a leash tiedto hid dick.” No doubt about it Keith is drunk. “In here” I say as I head to the tack room. Keith is right behind me as I open the cabinet drawer. Oh shit I think, my bander is in this drawer, he’s going to find out. I try shoving the bander to the back of the drawer but only succeed in dumping the string and box of bands on the floor. “Whatsthis greenthing” Keith says as he picks up one of the bands. Once I realize that its natural to find a bander in a barn I reply, “Its to put on balls.” I can see Keith try to stretch the band so I pull out the bander and say “you load them on like this.” I can tell Keith has no idea what the bands do but I can see he has what he thinks is a brilliant idea. He takes the bander and ties the string around the band. As he heads back toward Ken saying “Heyguys I got da leach. Hole Ken down” It takes a couple of minutes but soon Ken is being led around the room by the string tied to the band around his balls. I hear whispering in the corner and turn around to see Jonathan, Kenneth, and Patrick. Jonathan’s eyes are as big as pie plates. They know what the bander is! They continue whispering as another outburst from Keith gets my attention. I look around to see that Ken has passed out and Keith is mad at being deprived of his sport. Suddenly Jonathan’s quiet voice says, “If that’s being a man I don’t want it.” Keith takes notice “wha did fagot face say.” Loudly this time Jonathan says, “If that’s being a man I don’t want it.” This of course is a red flag. Keith comes staggering across the barn yelling “get da faggots, were gonna make them men.” I step in to stop Keith, but he’s having none of it. Instead Keith says “OK ya wan it so yur firs.” Before I know it I am banded and Keith is working on the kids but they aren’t resisting. I looked at their faces and I knew I was right, they want it. Keith puts three bands on each of the kids saying “Da fagot sissies needan xtra dose. On the other side of the barn Ken is barfing. Keith thinks it’s the booze but I know its Ken’s balls are dying. I start to say something but Jonathan, Kenneth, and Patrick are prancing around in a circle chanting “We are men and Keith ain’t. We are men and Keith ain’t.” It’s another red flag and before I know it Keith is on his back with his ass in the air saying “put on me but everyone gets on.” I hear the band snap and see it in place around Keith’s balls. That should have hurt but he is so drunk he can’t feel a thing. In minutes the entire team is banded. But Keith is not satisfied “I SAD EVRYON” It must have been a sight, a troop of banded naked boys staggering from the barn to the bunkhouse. At least Lee and Brian will put a stop to this I think. But that wouldn’t happen. Passed out on the bunk they were both striped and banded. Back at the barn Keith is just about gone. Within minutes he flops down and passes out. Like puppets on Keith’s string the rest of the team follows. And none of them know what is happening to them. I go over to talk to the boys. They have only had pop to drink and I can see the pain on their faces. But they are also grinning like Cheshire cats. Pointing to the bands “You know what these are?” “Yah” says Jonathan with a shit eating grin “Were being castrated” “Aint it kewl” says Patrick “We can continue to sing now” “Your being castrated two. Are you starting to hurt?” asks Kenneth “Yes” I say “I am about 10 minutes past my record at the moment.” I tell them “Ken has been banded for about 2 and a half hours, he is castrated. I have cats claw cutters in back. I can cut them off you and the rest of the guys.” “No way” says Jonathan as Patrick jumps on me and knocks me down. Before I know the three boys are siting on me holding me down. “You planed this,” I say. Kenneth tells me “Yes, as soon as we saw the bander.” “Keith just knows how to pound on people, He’s such a wimp” adds Patrick. “You manipulated him” Jonathan speaks up with a grin “Yah, he’s so predictable. Tell him no and that’s what he does.” “Now I am in a family of eunuchs. I get what I want and its all Keith’s fault.” I see Partakes face light up. “So am, I gawd its kewl.” Kenneth asks, “Can you help with the pain? It hurts enough I might cut them off. If you help we can cut your band off.” “No thanks, Ive been banded for at least two hours now and from practice I can tolerate the pain. If you really want I can help. But not if you don’t let me up.” I judge the boy’s size and pour out 3 stiff belts of peach brandy. “Here, chug this and lay down over in the corner.” I cover them with a blanket and we talk for a while. Soon they are asleep, snuggling together and looking like angels. I can’t believe it, amassing how sharp a 12-year-old can be. I go over and check Ken. His nuts are black, cold and hard. No doubt about it, a eunuch. Maybe now he won’t want to force Sue to have that abortion. The others are all breathing fine so I decide its time for me to sleep also. I look at my black balls, three hours now. I grin, a happy eunuch. I wonder what will happen tomorrow as I drift off to sleep. BELLOW “WHO CASTRATED ME?” Roused out of a sound sleep, I realize its Lee. BELLOW “WHO THE HELL CASTRATED ME?” With a crash and a bang Lee and Brian come through the door walking a little bowlegged. TO BE CONTINUED