Disciplining Their Boys CONCLUSION

The boys slept fitfully that night, despite the sleeping pills that they had been given. Susan had suspected that both of them, and Timothy especially, would be far too miserable and in pain to sleep very well. After changing Timothy’s bandages and applying a liberal amount of lidocaine to his genitals, both boys had been obliged to apply a thorough coat of antibiotic ointment to each other’s bruised and welted buttocks. Susan had watched them, Rand in particular, and wondered how aroused and frustrated both of them must be. She caught glimpses of Timothy’s freshly circumcised penis peeking out from under the gauze wraps, and saw that he was erect as usual. She shook her head in disgust, but didn’t mention it.

When the boys were finished brushing their teeth and trying to figure out how to sleep, she finally spoke up. “I would suggest,” she said to Timothy in particular, “That you prop yourself on your side with pillows. Sleeping on your back is not going to be very comfortable for your butt, and sleeping on your stomach is going to be rough on your penis, which I see is erect again. You’re going to pop a stitch, young man, and Aunt Susan is going to be very angry if you do!”

Timothy snapped his buzzed head around to look at her, unconsciously reaching up to brush his long bangs back out of his eyes. They were gone, however, and he paused, eyes wide, to rub at his freshly buzzed head. It felt strange. He’d never had a buzz that short before, and his jaw hung open. “I-I dint mean to,” he almost sobbed, recoiling in fear. His genitals were going numb again from the cream, for which he was thankful, but his raw butt was still on fire. She glared at him.

“Help him get situated, Rand,” Susan ordered, still glaring at him, “And YOU should be fine sleeping on your stomach. It’s not like you were treated nearly as bad, you know. I think the ladies went easy on you because you’re so cute. You can both have a sleeping pill and sleep late tomorrow. Then once the ballroom is cleaned up, you two can play outside in the sunshine and get some fresh air. The back yard has a privacy fence, so no one is going to see you. I should have you ride your bikes down Main Street though. Now, say goodnight and get to bed!”

Timothy wasn’t too shocked to have to repeat the performance of kissing his friend goodnight. In fact, he was grateful for any kind of affection that he could get that didn’t involve hurting him. Susan and his mother could talk all they wanted to, but in Timothy’s eyes, beating him raw with a leather belt and locking up his genitals – to say nothing of placing a large rubber plug up his butt – was not affection or treatment. It was torture. He very gratefully swallowed the sleeping pill he’d been offered.

Rand then propped his friend up, and asked that the air-conditioning be turned down a bit so that they wouldn’t have to use covers. Susan smiled, and then snapped her fingers. “I almost forgot,” she said, approaching Timothy. The boy’s eyes went wide again. “Oh stop that! Aunt Susan needs to hook up your catheter since I forgot to take it out. You should have mentioned that.”
“I was uf-fraid to,” Timothy apologized, “I-I thought y-you knew what you were doing. I’m sorry!” he cried, as Susan fetched a large collection bag and hung it on the bedpost near the floor. When she had connected it, a good flow of urine began pouring into the bag. She smiled.
“We’ll take that out tomorrow. Rand knows how. I’m going to have to go into town for a bit, and I expect you two to behave and do as I said while I’m gone. And yes, Timmy, Aunt Susan always knows what she’s doing. Never forget that! Goodnight.”

“Goodnight, ma’am,” both boys said in unison as she turned off the lights. They heard the door lock behind her.

Rand’s statement that things wouldn’t be so bad in the morning turned out to be wrong. Timothy woke up somewhere near Noon with a headache and a painful burning in both his penis and buttocks that brought him up out of his drug-induced sleep with a howl. By the time Rand was up, Timothy was on his hands and knees on the floor gasping in pain. He was shaking and sweating as his friend did his best to apply some more of the numbing cream, and cried when Rand deflated the catheter and let it slide out. “P-please m-make it st-stop,” Timothy wailed, tears streaming down his face, “I’ll d-do anything, j-just make it stop!” he gasped.

Rand cried his own tears of sympathy for his friend, knowing full well what the boy was going through. He had been through it himself, and wanted to explain it to Timothy. He knew that his Aunt would no doubt listen to the recordings made in the obviously bugged room, so he was very careful. He didn’t go into details until they got outside after cleaning up from the party, which proved to be very difficult since neither of them wanted to walk much. Bending over to pick up trash and walking the dirty glasses and trash bags down to the kitchen made their plugs move and shift inside of them. The plugs constantly touched here and there, poking, rubbing, and reminding them of their status as being “treated.” By the time the room was clean and the mess taken care of, both boys were panting and miserable. Timothy was erect again, and leaking precum. He was also in desperate need of more lidocaine, even though the party mess hadn’t been that bad.

It was almost two in the afternoon when they finished, and neither boy was very hungry. Their late lunch consisted of a few handfuls of chips, a few peanut butter cookies, and a couple of sodas. Several times, Timothy would open his mouth to ask something, but Rand always held a finger up to his lips to silence him. Finally, they went outside.

“I was trying to be rude,” he offered, as the both of them made their way out onto the back patio. Each step was an effort, and Timothy fully understood why every boy he’d met so far – every boy being treated – walked the way they did.
“I know,” he replied, squirming and prancing as the plug poked at him.
Rand wasn’t doing much better.
“Did you know?” Timothy suddenly asked.
“About?” Rand countered.
“This plug, for one!” Timothy stated.
Rand hung his head. “I suspected it,” he admitted, “But I couldn’t say anything. She’d have heard me, and …”
Timothy nodded, understanding that Rand would probably have been punished even more if he’d tried to tip him off. “I know,” he said in understanding.

Rand sighed, gingerly testing his bare feet on the lush grass of the lawn. Both boys were thankful of the high wooden fence, since the only thing they had on were the belts. Rand gazed at his friend’s red and puffy buttocks again, and sighed, heavier that time. “At least you didn’t get what I did when I started treatments,” he said.
“What was that? What could be worse than this?” Timothy demanded, suddenly furious at what had been done to him – with his mother’s own consent even!
“I got beat just like you did last night,” Rand beginning his tale. “I was just as sore and miserable as you are, only I didn’t have to get circumcised. They did that when I was a baby. After I got whipped, I got belted too. But before that, during the exam, I got also got milked and washed out, BUT good! You didn’t get that! You’re lucky!”

“I don’t get it,” Timothy said, “Washed out? I got an enema, for God’s sake! I’d say I’m washed out good!”
Rand shook his head, and both boys continued to walk, or rather prance on the balls of their feet, around the yard. Neither of them wanted to be showing signs of discomfort when Aunt Susan got back, and both of them knew that they’d be required to sit at the table for dinner.
“The first thing she did to me, when I first found out I had to have treatment like you, and the rest, was strip me down in the exam room. I got an enema, but the first one had some kind of medicine in it and it made me cramp up like you can’t believe! I thought I was gonna die. She knew there was no way I could hold it, so she filled my butt up with the hot water and meds and put a small plug in me. Compared to this thing,” Rand pointed at his own ass, “It was a marble, it was small. Well, it wasn’t … I mean, I couldn’t let any of the meds and water out of me, but I gotta tell ya, Timmy, I’d do anything to get my old plug back. I hate this thing! I think it’s rubbing my tonsils!”
Timothy laughed despite their situation. “I think it’s got a new home,” he smiled.

Rand went on. “I had to hold it for fifteen minutes. I was sobbing when it was time, and when she pulled the plug, I swear my guts fell out. I thought I was done, but then I got filled with soap and hot water and got plugged again. She said I had to stand up after five minutes and walk around, plugged and all, for another five. The soap wasn’t as bad as the meds, but she said I had to be rinsed out until I was clean inside. Totally clean. I had to have four rinses of just hot salt water after that. When it was done, I thought my guts had all been flushed down and out.”
Timothy shivered. “I guess one soap and 2 washes wasn’t bad then?”
“You were lucky,” Rand stated. “Then I had to have my bladder rinsed and treated before I got milked.”
“What’s milked mean?” Timothy asked.

They made their way back to the patio, and Rand gingerly tested his not-so-sore butt on a cushion. He gave Timothy one, who knelt down on his knees to stare up at his red-haired friend. He felt his penis twitch, and saw that he was hard again. “I hate that,” he stated flatly, “That’s what got me into this mess to start with!”
“Me too,” Rand offered, “But cumming isn’t everything it’s cracked up to be. Milking means you get hooked up to a machine, almost like one that milks cows, and you have to lay there and cum until you can’t cum anymore.”
“And?”
Rand scratched his ear, making his red-beaded earring swing. “I got strapped down to the table, and next thing I know, Aunt Susan is fitting something like a catheter up my dick. Right before it goes in, she says she has to fill up my bladder with this medicated stuff and I had to hold it. It was warm, but then it felt like I had to pee really bad. She just kept filling me up, but I couldn’t pee because the tube inflated and blocked it. She left it in, and it started to burn. I cried, begged her to let me pee, but she wouldn’t. I don’t know how long I had to hold it, but when the tube finally came out, I peed forever! It burned like hell, and then she did it two more times! I think it took all afternoon, just lying there and suffering, wanting to pee, and you can’t! When that was done, I thought I was free. But…”
“Then you got milked?” Timothy asked with interest.
Rand nodded. “I hated it. It hurt, Timmy. It hurt bad after the first two times. You ever cum twice in a row?”
Timothy shook his head and rubbed at it. “I miss my hair,” he lamented.

“You look good like that, though. You have a nice round head,” Rand consoled him.
Timothy blushed. He wasn’t sure he understood what it meant, but Rand’s kind words made him feel warm inside. It was the best he’d felt in days.
“Thanks.”
Timothy wasn’t sure what he was feeling, but he really didn’t care. It didn’t hurt, and that was all that mattered to him at that time.

“So anyway,” Rand went on, “She says she needs to milk me to test my semen. Something like ‘I know you can cum, because that’s why you’re here! Seems you cum too much, Rand, and Aunt Susan has to find out why, make it stop, and test your output! I’ll have to freeze and store some of it too, just in case …’”
“In case of what?” Timothy blurted.
“Remember Lee? Rand replied.
Timothy nodded. Then he flushed. “Yea, I guess you couldn’t have kids or sex if you don’t have a penis, huh?”
Rand nodded. “I never thought she’d do it though. She told me she might have to cut if off if I didn’t respond well to treatment, but I NEVER thought she was serious! Anyway, I was strapped down to the table again and she rolls out his little machine that looks like a mini version of R2D2. It had a hose coming out of it, clear, and it came down to this fitting thing on the end that fit over my dick like a tight sleeve. She puts it on me, secures it, and then turns it on.”
Rand paused, lost in thought. Timothy could feel his dick pounding, peeking out of the gauze again, and thanked God it was still numb. The last thing he wanted to do, however was to touch it and risk a stitch and Susan’s wrath.

“What did it do?!” Timothy cried in suspense.
“It started getting warm and sucking on my penis! At first, it felt really good and I thought ‘man, I can lay here all day for this!’ Boy, was I wrong! I came in a couple of minutes, and it sucked it all up the hose and collected it. But it didn’t stop! It just kept going and going!”
“You cummed twice?”
“Six times.”
“No way!”
Rand nodded. “The first two, they were good! I mean, really good! I shot a couple of huge loads, and the R2D2 thing sucked ‘em up. The third time, I didn’t shoot as much, and it kinda hurt. By the fourth one, well, that one hurt! I mean, I felt like I’d been kicked in the balls! I begged and cried to make it stop, but she just said, ‘Not until you’re dry, Rand. You like to cum so much, we’ll just see if we can cum you all out!’”
“Six times?!” Timothy repeated.
Rand nodded again. “It hurt so bad by the sixth one and she said I was dry. By the end of the fifth one, I was screamin’. She packaged it all up, and I guess it’s still frozen somewhere. I just wanted to die. You think you hurt now, well that was nothing compared to being milked dry! I hated it. I hope you don’t have to go through it. It felt like my dick was being turned wrong-side-out!”
“Me either!” Timothy agreed, eyes wide and jaw open.

After another round of lidocaine and a few sodas, both boys decided that if they were too miserable to make use of the pool, they’d just lay around in the sun and talk. Laying still, after all, didn’t stimulate the plugs so much and each of them actually managed to get comfortable as they talked.
Their conversation, naturally, consisted of their treatments. Being outside, they figured it was safe to talk. She might be monitoring the room or the whole house, but there was no way she could bug the whole yard. After a while, their talk turned to Lee and his decision to undergo a penectomy to end his treatments.

“I never believed her,” Rand said. “I couldn’t believe she’d cut someone’s penis off until I saw Lee last night. Hell, I didn’t even know it! She kept that one REAL quiet!”
“I was starting to wonder how this was going to end,” Timothy offered.
“Or IF it would end,” Rand replied. “I’ve been locked up like this and plugged for over a year. I pretend I like it, but I hate it. All I want is out of this thing and to get away from her!”
“A year,” Timothy sighed in regret.
“I never asked,” Rand replied, “I was afraid to. I just figured it would end sometime. I didn’t know, Timmy, I really didn’t know it would end like it did for Lee! I was just as surprised as you were!”
“Nobody’s beating him though,” Timothy stated, “And he’s not locked up anymore. He gets clothes, he gets some freedom, he looks and walks normal …”
“But he’s got no penis, Timmy!” Rand exclaimed, “I mean, God, she cut his dick off! And look at his balls! All tucked up and tight like that, and you know, Timmy, you KNOW he has to be horny, just like we are! What if he WANTS to cum, jack off, and he can’t!? You know, you can’t very well jack off when you got no dick!”
“I can’t jack off now,” Timothy countered.
“Yea, but maybe someday! I mean, she can’t keep us like this forever.”
Rand paused.
“Or can she?” Timothy posed.
There was a long awkward moment of silence, and then Rand hung his red head. “I’m sorry.”
“For what?” Timothy asked.
Rand looked up at him with a haunted expression on his face. “She’s MY Aunt, you know.”
“Well since we’re outside, I’m gonna say it, Rand. It’s not your fault she’s a sick bitch. How can she get away with it anyway?”
Rand shook his head. “You saw Eddie’s mom and dad. Cops. Go figure.”

Timothy stared at him for a moment, then looked away. His heart was pounding, and he wasn’t quite sure how his new friend – his only real friend – would react to the conclusion that he’d come to. He wanted his treatments to end, and end soon. As he stood up and stretched, his plug reminded him once again of his situation and he made a face. One day was enough to convince him. He couldn’t fathom a whole year of this torment. He had to tell him.

“Rand,” Timothy said softly, figuring that he really had to tell someone before he lost his nerve, “I think I’ve come to a decision.”
Rand looked up at him and saw the tears standing in his friend’s eyes. “What?!”
“I … I … well … dammit, I can’t stand this, Rand! This plug is making me nuts already and it hasn’t even been a day yet! My dick’s already been half cut off, or it feels like it, and I can’t jack off as it is! I WANNA jack off, and I think I’m going crazy! I’m hard all the time, it hurts … and … and … if everyone’s gonna beat me …” Timothy sniffed hard and wiped his eyes as the tears spilled over. Rand jumped up, gritting his teeth as his own new plug poked at him, and pulled the crying boy into his arms.
“What are you getting’ at, man?” he demanded.
Timothy pulled back a bit and looked at him. “If … if this is how they’re gonna treat me if I keep the belt and do the treatment, I mean, for a year? I can’t stand it, Rand! I dunno how you can take it either, but I know I can’t! Maybe Lee’s right. Maybe I should just tell your Aunt to cut my penis off when she gets home later!”

It seems as if the weight of the world had fallen off of Timothy’s slumped shoulders, but Rand gasped and shook him – hard.
“Listen to me, Timmy,” he began, “I lived with it for over a year, so can you! There’s no guarantee of how long the treatment goes for! Lee couldn’t stand it, true, but he didn’t think! He could have waited! I know he could have! If he hadn’t been like the rest of them and he’d just asked ME … but … they never ask me, I guess.”
“Who?” Timothy sniffed.
Rand’s eyes grew distant. “All of them. Any of the boys my Aunt gets hold of. They never ask me. They’re never even nice to me. They treat me like shit. God, I’m glad I don’t go to school here or they’d probably kill me.” He then tightened his grip on his friend’s shoulders. “Like it’s all MY fault,” he said.
“It’s not your fault,” Timothy replied.
Rand smiled wanly, but he didn’t let go. “Timmy, I … I dunno how to say this, but I think you’re makin’ a huge mistake. Don’t let her do it, and don’t say it out loud in the house! Don’t let her hear you givin’ in! She thinks she’s broken you already, you know, your mom and her both! If you ask her, she’ll do it! Look at Lee, that’s proof!”
“But he’s not being tortured!” Timothy replied.
“Look, man, it’s not so bad. I get let out on my birthday and Christmas, and I can jack off three times each day. I know it’s not much, and I know you don’t like the plugs anymore than I do, but it’s better than nothing! You really don’t want you penis cut off, do you?”
Timothy thought about it, staring down at his leaking slit that still peeked through the gauze. “That’s what got me into this mess to start with,” he moaned, “I’m hard all the time, and I can’t stop myself! If it’s gone, I won’t be able to do it anymore! I won’t get in any more trouble!”
Rand shook his head, his red hair flashing in the sun and his earrings swinging. “How do you feel now?”
“I’m horny,” Timothy replied, “I feel like I’m gonna bust, but it’s still pretty numb and I know I can’t jack off ‘cause it’s not healed.”
Rand nodded. “That’s called frustration! I feel like that all the time, but I’m not about to let her cut my dick off! If you get it cut off, buddy, you’ll feel like this FOR THE REST OF YOUR LIFE! You know how you hated it when she rubbed your prostate and made you cum that way?”
“You mean the finger in my ass?”
Rand nodded. “Yea, that. I hate it too. I get the chance at those kind of orgasms a lot, in fact, I have to get one once a month for testing and I HATE it! That’s all Lee is ever gonna get now, Timmy. He’ll never, EVER, be able to hold his own warm dick in his hand again and stoke it and think about boys like you or me, or dream of getting out of his belt so he can just …”

But then Rand stopped. Timothy was looking up at him with a strange and lost look on his tear-streaked face. Rand reached up and wiped his cheek, his fingertips sliding down to pass over Timothy’s lips. Then he let him go and turned his back on him.
“I shouldn’t have said that, I’m sorry,” he whispered.
“What did you mean about ‘boys like you or me,’?” Timothy asked, confused.
Rand took a long time to answer him, and he didn’t say a thing until he felt Timothy’s hand on the small of his back. He gasped.
“Are you sayin’ what I think you are?” Timothy asked, not moving his hand.
Rand squirmed in his belt and moved his feet a bit apart. He nodded slowly, his face flaming. “I’m so hard now I almost wish I didn’t have a dick, too. It hurts with the belt like it is and I’m … I’m … Oh, shit! I’ve been hard 24/7 since you showed up, Timmy!”

Rand braced himself for any possible reaction except for the one he got.

Very slowly and deliberately, Timothy turned him around and pulled him close. “I don’t know what I’m thinkin’ I feel now,” he offered, “But I think I’d … I mean … hell, we’ll probably never find out, but I always wondered what it would feel like to – you know – touch another boy and …”
But his words were cut short when Rand stepped closer and embraced him. He could feel the hot tears on his bare shoulder, and he began to cry as well.
“I was afraid you’d hate me,” Rand finally managed after a while of just standing there holding each other.

Another of those awkward silences passed as the two genitally restrained boys just stood and looked at each other in confusion. Finally, Timothy put it together.

“You know, all this stuff with the buttplugs, the whippings, the goodnight kisses, not letting us touch ourselves … and that damn rubber gag! I think your Aunt’s plan backfired. I don’t think we’re supposed to bond with each other and like it! I think I was supposed to end up hating you. I think she thinks that’s what will always happen. That’s why she makes you help. The boys get so unwound over thinking they’re going to like it or become gay or something that they submit to treatment right off. I bet Lee was so homophobic he was about to die with that plug up in him! I bet that’s why he told her to cut it off and she didn’t tell you about it!”
Rand looked stunned. He thought for a while, and then nodded his head. “My dad left when I was little and my mom doesn’t pay that much attention to me. I thought Aunt Susan loved me, but I guess I was wrong.” Rand shook his head, then his eyes filled again as he stared down at the green grass. He looked totally miserable, as if his heart were breaking. “I guess no one loves me.”
Timothy sighed, unable to stand the sight of his best friend suffering. “We might not ever be able to find out IF we’re gay or IF we like doing that kinda stuff, but there is something we can try,” he offered.
“What’s that?” Rand sniffed.
“This,” Timothy answered, pulling him into a tight embrace and kissing him rather seriously on the mouth as his hand explored the soft curves of Rand’s adolescent body.

By the time they heard the car pulling into the drive, Rand and Timothy had spent quite some time rolling around in the grass. Both of them were confused and a little frightened by what they were feeling, but it didn’t stop them. The longer they spent entwined with each other, exploring, touching, kissing, the more excited they became. There wasn’t a single inch of skin on either boy that the other hadn’t felt, and although neither of them could do anything else sexually, they didn’t stop. Even the pain in Timothy’s ravaged buttocks was letting up a bit, and Rand pointed out that the redness and swelling seemed to be going away. The plugs inside each of them shifted and poked at them, but much to their surprise, this only added strange feelings of pleasure that they didn’t notice when just walking around. Both of them were sweaty and shaking when they heard the sound of the car, and both were keyed to a fever pitch. Timothy had never felt anything like it.

As they stood up and brushed off, Rand shook his head and looked around anxiously. “I feel like I’m gonna explode!” he whispered conspiratorially.
“So do I,” Timothy agreed, “I feel just like this when I’m jackin’ off and ready to cum, but it never lasts! I mean, I go over the edge and shoot when I get like this! I feel like I just HAVE to cum, but I can’t!”
“That’s because you can’t get at your penis,” Rand replied, “I never gave it much more thought, since I figured anyone else would just tell on me and get me beaten again. I’d just get worked up and keep quiet about it and wish for Christmas to get here!”
Timothy laughed, looking down at his erect penis. Again, it was peeking through the gauze. “Man, if I blew any stitches, I’m a dead man.”
“It needs washed and changed anyway,” Rand agreed. “Maybe she’ll let me do it. But let’s head back to the house. There’s gotta be stuff to carry in.”

Susan met them at the back door. She wrinkled her nose. “What HAVE you two been doing?” she asked, sniffing.
“Just playing,” Rand replied, “Everything’s cleaned up. We went outside, ma’am.”
Susan nodded, obviously trying to find something wrong with it. However, the ballroom and the kitchen were both neat and tidy. “Well go put on robes, bring the stuff in from the car, then take a bath! You both need one. Change Timothy’s bandages too while you’re at it. And NO funny business!”
“Yes ma’am,” they both replied.
While they were unloading the ‘stuff’ that turned out to be several large bags of groceries, both of them realized that they were hungry. Then Susan came running out the door with her bag in one hand her pager in the other.
“You have it all out?” she demanded.
The boys nodded.
“Good, outta my way! I’ll be back later on, damn ER can’t reach anyone else and some little girl just blew her appendix! Where the hell is everyone, golfing? I don’t have time for this!” she ranted.
“You can fix it,” Rand offered.
Susan then pulled Timothy’s robe up, took a quick look at his butt and softly slapped it.
“Yeee-ouch!” he howled, jumping.
“Looks fine to me, check that too, Rand. You know what to do.”
“Aunt Susan, the neighbors!” he objected.
Susan laughed. “I’m the doctor,” she stated in a superior tone, “Fuck ‘em.”
She kissed them both goodbye and tore out of the drive. “Baths, boys, and make some dinnnnnerrrrrrr!” her shout trailed off as she sped away.

After putting the groceries up, Rand and Timothy took a long bath together. The warm water was very soothing, and he very nearly fell asleep in the tub. They didn’t talk much, knowing that the room was bugged, but both of them figured that there PROBABLY weren’t any video cameras as Rand carefully dried his friend off and examined his wounds.
He very carefully applied some antibiotic ointment to Timothy’s erect and throbbing penis and snorted. “You’re stressing your stitches,” the belted boy told him, wrapping the wounded penis back up in gauze. “Now, turn around.”
Timothy did that, watching the head of his numbed and stitched penis peeking out of the gauze again. He gasped as Rand touched his butt. “Not bad,” he commented, having applied a fresh set of rubber gloves and spreading more lidocaine on it. “The swelling’s pretty much gone, and the redness isn’t as bad. Should be fine a few more days, I think.”
But Timothy didn’t really hear what he was saying. He was paying attention to the strange feelings that went through him as Rand touched him, spreading the cream that took away the stinging pain. He sighed in relief. “Thank you,” he moaned.
“’s’alright,” Rand replied, pulling off his gloves and trashing them. Timothy turned around to see him squirming and trying to adjust himself. “I’m so damn hard right now I can’t stand it!” He said.
Timothy laughed. “It’s a long time ‘til Christmas,” he offered, looking down at his own drooling member. “Besides, mine’s pretty much out of action for a while.”
Rand nodded. “A LONG while, I’d say. And my birthday’s passed.”
“Think of how Lee must feel,” Timothy replied.
Rand shuddered. “I don’t want to,” he said in sick voice.
Timothy, however, was thinking. The gears in his mind were spinning, and he gestured at the door. Rand nodded and followed him, both of them wincing and taking carefully planned steps as their plugs reminded them of who was in control.
They went outside.

Once they were clear of the house, watching the sun set, Timothy spoke. “Rand, what I said earlier?”
Rand nodded. “About … going through with it?”
Timothy nodded. “I was thinking about this afternoon when we were … I mean … God, it felt good, Rand! It felt really good, and all those feelin’s and when you were touching me, when I wanted to cum so bad and couldn’t! I think, maybe it’s not such a bad idea?”
Rand shook his head, his jaw dropping. “You can’t mean that! I thought we were done with this talk! Don’t tell me you still WANT to do it?!”
Timothy averted his eyes and nodded. “I can’t stand it, Rand. My mom even agreed to it! And she hasn’t even called! It’s been all day. I could be dead and she wouldn’t even know! My dick got me into this in the first place, and now it can get me out of it! If I just get rid of it, like Lee, I won’t have to have treatment anymore. I can’t go for a year, Rand. I can’t even go for another day or two!”
“You’re nuts,” Rand replied, stunned.
“Think about it, though. No cumming. Nothing to ruin that feeling that you just HAVE to! Remember how you felt this afternoon? What if you get let out? Can you feel like that if you’re let out of the belt? You’d have your dick in your hand and be shooting in a couple of minutes! But what if you can’t make yourself cum? Forget the monthly prostate thing. Remember how bad it hurt when you got milked? What if she decides to do that again sometime? And what if you get let out, and I don’t? What then? What happens when you go home?”
Rand stared at him. “I go home just like I am now. Nothing changes. I’m still locked up in this belt and my ass is plugged. My mom thinks it’s funny,” he said remorsefully.
“I bet mine will too,” Timothy agreed, “But with the belt gone and the plug out, what do they have to laugh at?”
“I guess if you’re not jacking off, they won’t think about it?”
Timothy nodded. “Outta sight, outta mind,” he agreed.
Rand sniffed, trying not to cry. “Two days a year,” he sighed.
“Not worth it,” Timothy offered, “And besides, I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to go back to school next fall like this.”

Rand stared at Timothy, who smiled back at him.
It was crazy, he knew, but he also knew that his Aunt would do it. She wouldn’t hesitate to relieve him of his penis, thus deeming him cured.
He turned to go into the house, and as he did, the large plug poked him and twisted. He cried out and clenched his teeth, standing up on tiptoes. “I hate this damn thing!” he shouted, pulling at the back straps in a futile effort to relieve himself.
Then Timothy was there, his small hands coming around from behind him and running up Rand’s flat and hairless tummy to his chest. Timothy’s hands passed over his nipples, and Rand felt his trapped penis stiffening within the belt. He breathed hard.
“So if you don’t have a penis, are you really still a boy, and does that make you gay?” he asked.
Rand shivered as Timothy kissed him behind the ear, his tongue licking the lobe as he pulled back. “Shit!” Rand moaned.
“You wanna shoot, dontcha?” Timothy asked.
Rand nodded.
“But you can’t,” Timothy supplied, tickling his friend under the arms.
Rand squirmed, but he couldn’t get himself untangled as Timothy took him down on the ground. Once again, the two sexually helpless boys explored each other’s bodies and touched and felt and did everything that they could do in their current state. In a few minutes, Rand and Timothy were both in need of a bath again.
“I wanna cum so bad!” Rand cried with tears streaming down his face.
Timothy nodded, his own numb and damaged penis drooling into the gauze. “But you like how you feel now?”
Rand choked and nodded.
“Well think about this … who says it has to end? We could probably do this for hours, you know.”
Rand considered it, then began to shiver. “And … no … plug … no … belt?” he stammered, shaking and trying not to think about the plug that was poking him inside, arousing him further, so strangely different than it had been.
“And NO penis,” Timothy added, as he helped Rand up and they started back for another bath.

The rest of the week passed without incident. Rand helped take out Timothy’s stitches, and his butt was back to normal after a few days. There were still some red marks and faint bruises, but at least he was again able to sit at the table without squirming and suffering and incurring Susan’s acid commentary about being a bad boy. His circumcision stitches, having been strained all week long due to his almost nonstop erections, were going to leave a bit more of a scar than Susan would have liked and she informed him of this rather pointedly.
Timothy, genuinely afraid of what she might think of him or do to punish him, had cried and begged forgiveness. He’d hung on the edge of his seat, right along with Rand, while she had thought about it. Finally, she’d simply said, “Well, it’s not as nice looking as it could have been, but then again, no one is going to be seeing too much of it anyway, so what’s the point?”
At that point, she’d fitted Timothy’s belt with the locking front plate which made it impossible to touch or even to see his genitals. Timothy had thanked her, and winked slyly at Rand.

The boys passed their spare time that week and the week after by playing video games, surfing the Internet, and swimming in Susan’s large in-ground pool. They also passed a great deal of time outside, protected by the privacy fence, wrestling about in the grass and learning to enjoy the strange sensations that always left them shaking and sweating and almost dying to cum.
The whole point, as Timothy explained it, was the fact that they couldn’t.
The pool, at first, has posed some problems. The effort required to climb the ladder of the moderately high diving board and swimming itself agitated their plugs, and both boys were chronically hard and frustrated. The more they wrestled and swam, the more they made explorations of each other’s adolescent bodies, and the fact that both of them were slowly trying to adapt to buttplugs that were no totally comfortable to wear, the more worked up and frustrated they became.

It was on one particularly nice day, sunny and not too hot, that Timothy noticed Rand’s bike on the patio. It was a stunt-type bike, black and chrome, with pegs on both sides of each wheel and several gears with shining chrome brake cables. A custom job.
It also looked brand new.
“Nice bike!” Timothy commented, wheeling it out.
Rand snorted. “I rode it once,” he replied, coming up to stand behind his friend.
“Why? It’s so cool!” Timothy replied.
Rand then reached down, grabbed the ring of Timothy’s buttplug, and pushed in on it while he twisted it. Timothy jumped and yelped, slamming his knees together and almost dropping the bike.
“That answer your question?” Rand asked.
Timothy nodded. “One more thing we can’t do,” he mused, longingly looking at the bike.
“I asked once if she’d take my plug out so I could ride it, and I got spanked for asking,” Rand replied glumly.
Timothy shook his head. “I never had a bike this nice,” he recalled, “Mine were always second hand junk, but I loved to ride. I don’t know if I wanna try it now or not.”
Rand smiled at him. “Go right ahead,” he offered.

Very carefully, Timothy swung his leg over the bike. His plug moved inside of him, and he felt himself getting hard within the belt. He very carefully sat down on the seat, wincing and grimacing as he moved his foot to a pedal to kick off.
Rand watched in fascination, feeling his own erection trying to get free of the belt. He watched as his friend got started and pedaled off of the concrete. He circled the pool once, a very distressed look on his face, then went down in the grass with a squeal.
Rand dashed to his side, and found his friend lying on the ground with his teeth clenched and his eyes slammed shut. He was shaking and moaning, his hips thrusting at nothing but air as he moaned and cried out. Rand knew that look.

Timothy was having an orgasm.

Rand watched in fascination as his friend convulsed in the grass. He didn’t like prostatic orgasms, having to endure one once a month for testing; his Aunt seemed fascinated by his low sperm count, and the tests were of great importance to her. As Timothy shook one last time and lay still in the grass, Rand thought of something: his belt held his balls tucked neatly up into his inguinal canals. This kept them warm, and it inhibited sperm production. Timothy was now in the same predicament, and Rand wondered with a start of when his first test and count was going to be.
Then Timothy opened his eyes.
“Well!?” Rand demanded.
“Oh shit,” the boy groaned, “I thought my guts were gonna blow out!”
Rand shook his head. “I warned you,” he replied, smiling and offering a hand. He pulled Timothy back up to his feet, and the boy squirmed and tried to situate himself. White fluid began to drip from one of the small vent hole in the front plate.
“Oh crap!” Timothy cried.
Rand’s face was horrified. “Bathtub, now!” he ordered, “If Aunt Susan finds out about this, we’re both dead men!”

They made it out of the Jacuzzi just as she got home that evening. Both boys were watching TV in Rand’s room, dressed in their white bath robes when she came in.
“Baths?” she asked, “What’s the occasion?”
“We smelled like chlorine, ma’am,” Timothy offered.
“I see,” Susan replied, “Good idea. Oh, by the way, Timmy, your mother called the office today.”
Timothy’s eyes lit up. “What did she say?” he asked anxiously.
Susan smiled at him. “She gave the go-ahead to do your sperm count tests, general count, overall volume, etc. We’re going to do that tomorrow.”
Timothy’s face fell. “Was that it?” he said softly, in a hurt voice.
“She asked if you needed anything, I told her no. I mentioned that it might be a good idea to give you a few more days to adjust before I send you home. After all, she needs to know how to take care of your special needs now.”
“Yes ma’am,” Timothy said, turning his head in hopes that she wouldn’t see his eyes filling again.
“It’s all part of the treatment,” Susan explained. “She still loves you, Timmy. She isn’t dumping you on me. The last thing I need is another boy to take care of, believe me.”
She then turned to go. “I think I’ll order pizza tonight,” she mused, closing the door.

The boys comforted each other, both of them deeply hurt, as best they could. This mainly consisted of just sitting on the floor and holding one another until the pizza arrived. Neither of them ate very much, and Susan sent them to bed early.

They were roused from bed the next morning and led, wearing the belts only, to one of the exam rooms. Rand helped prep Timothy for his tests, knowing full well that since the orgasm from the bike yesterday, that Timothy was going to score very low on the tests and arouse suspicion. Neither of them said anything, though, as Susan removed Timothy’s belt and carefully slid his plug out.
The boy groaned and then sighed heavily when it was out of him, his hole remaining slightly open and feeling somehow very strange and empty. He was then ordered into a very hot shower that almost too hot to be tolerable. He was ordered to lather up with a foul smelling disinfectant soap that stung his skin, and Susan kept a close watch on him as Rand prepared the R2D2 look-a-like milking machine.
“Don’t be paying TOO much attention to your genitals, young man!” She ordered, as Timothy scrubbed at his healing and erect penis. It was the first time in weeks that he’d been able to touch it, and the temptation to try and stroke it a few times was almost too much.
“I know what you were thinking in there,” she advised him as he toweled off, his skin red from the hot water.
“I’m sorry, ma’am,” he offered, “I couldn’t help it.”
She shook her head and then ordered him up onto the exam table. She and Rand secured him, just as they had for his circumcision, then Susan attached the end of the clear hose that led to the collection machine. “This is going to feel pretty good, Timmy,” she informed him, “For the first two times, that is,” she finished.
“It’s gonna hurt?” Timothy asked nervously.
Rand nodded, knowing that Timothy already knew.
Then Susan turned the machine on while Timothy was still hard. It began to feel warm, and the tube tightened around his erection. In minutes, the boy was moaning and struggling against his bonds, his face a study in pleasure.

Rand watched anxiously as his friend began to cum.
Timothy’s back arched, or tried to, and he cried out as his neglected penis was stimulated and his orgasm took him. Without his foreskin, he didn’t feel the same as he remembered, but it was a penis-induced orgasm, and the boy was glad to get it. Something felt like it was missing, but he didn’t complain.
Rand watched as the discharged fluid traveled up the clear tube to the collection chamber. The machine didn’t let off, however. It continued to suck at Timothy’s penis, bringing him quickly to the point of cumming again.
Timothy moaned and struggled, feeling as if it were the best thing that had ever happened to him. He had never tried to cum twice in a row before his treatments had begun, and as he approached his climax for the second time, he was tossing his buzzed head and moaning and grinning in delight.
Susan snorted. “Not much volume,” she stated, “And I wouldn’t be so damn happy if I were you, boy,” she warned, “It’s not going to be very pleasurable much longer.”
Rand watched, in sympathetic pain, as his friend began to cum for a third time. It took a few minutes longer, but it came, nonetheless.
Timothy’s moans of pleasure had turned to squirms and yelps of discomfort, and he was staring at the tube relentlessly sucking at his reddened penis. He was breathing hard, and his balls had pulled up so close that they had almost slid into his canals without help from the belt.
“Turn it off!” He cried.
Rand looked at Susan, who shook her head. “Not until he’s empty,” she reminded them.
Then the third cum took him, and although he spasmed and screamed in pleasure mixed with pain, Timothy didn’t shoot much. His hips struggled against the bonds, and only a few drops traveled up the tube.
“What’s this?” Susan asked, “How can you shoot so little? Hmmmm … maybe your balls are no good, I wonder?”
Rand was pacing the floor as the minutes ticked by and Timothy struggled, trying to get away from the relentless little machine that felt as if it were sucking his insides out.
He knew he should be going limp, but the vacuum created by the nasty little machine wouldn’t allow that. He watched the tube in terror as he felt himself getting ready to shoot again, but he knew that nothing was going to be coming out. He braced himself, but nothing could have prepared him for the tearing pains that shot out and into his loins, consuming him and making him scream for mercy.
Rand watched, terrified, as Timothy’s balls tried in vain to supply something to shoot into the tube. He struggled and cried out again, and Susan watched, mouth open, as nothing shot out of his twitching penis.

“Turn it off! Please turn it off!” Timothy screamed, bucking and struggling at his bonds, “I’ll do anything, I swear! No more! Please no MORE!”

Without thinking, Rand darted to the machine and shut it down. The vacuum action ceased, and Timothy relaxed, sobbing. “Good thing he WAS empty,” Susan stated darkly, glaring at Rand, “Even IF I’m not sure why.” Rand hung his head.

Later that afternoon, after Rand had helped Timothy back to their room and into bed for a long nap, Susan came home. The first thing she said, upon interrupting a very close game of Twisted Metal on their PlayStation, was, “If I didn’t know better, from looking at these test results, that you found some way to cum yesterday, Timmy!” She snapped.
Both boys recoiled in genuine fear as the cars onscreen both slammed into walls and exploded. They both shook their heads quickly, pointing to the belts and shrugging. Susan, again obviously trying to find something wrong with it, finally agreed. Then her expression softened, and she went to Timothy.
“Aunt Susan’s sorry, Timmy,” she said placatingly, “But your mommy didn’t mention anything like this. I guess your little balls must be giving on you already. Must be you’ve cummed yourself all out before I could get you into treatment.”
She then rubbed both boys’ heads and turned to go. “You two need haircuts,” she observed, then left.
Both boys sighed in relief.
“No way am I going through THAT again,” Timothy stated.
Rand held a finger up to his lips, but Timothy shook his head.
“No, I can’t take it anymore! I don’t care! Maybe if I just get it over with, my life can go back to something that’s close to normal! This is crazy!” Timothy ranted, prying at his belt and throwing the game controller.
Rand closed his eyes and exhaled hard.

“It’s YOUR dick,” he replied.

The next day, Timothy sprang his idea on Aunt Susan. They were all sitting around the breakfast table as Rand was shoveling some cream onto his waffles and Susan was sipping her coffee. Timothy watched them, and just as Susan got a large mouthful, he piped up, “Aunt Susan, I hate this belt. Can you cut my penis off later?”
Rand dropped his fork and Susan choked, spraying the boys with coffee and irrigating her sinuses in the process.
Rand stared down at his splattered white robe. “That’s gonna leave a stain,” he commented.
“Ex-c-cuse me?” Susan choked, staring at the boy like he’d just sprouted a second head.
“I said, can you cut my penis off later? I hate this treatment thing, and I wanna be done with it, like Lee. Is that OK?”

Susan recovered her composure quickly and smiled. It was a total turnaround. “Are you sure, honey?” she asked sweetly, “I mean, of course I’d love to do it, but isn’t it a bit … uh … early on? Don’t you want to give it some more time?”
Timothy nodded. “Yes, ma’am. I’m sure you’ll have to call my mom, but I don’t think she’ll care, really.”
Susan arched an eyebrow. “Why the sudden interest in Lee and his solution?” she asked.
Timothy’s face began to burn, and he knew it was getting red. Rand was watching him in stunned amazement, unable to believe it.
“To be honest, ma’am, I can’t stand this belt. It hurts me penis, and the plug is making me nuts. I can’t even move without it poking me, and I want out of it. I don’t care what you have to do, I just want out. I want over it. I want treated and cured. Is that OK?”

Susan smiled at him, he perfect teeth flashing. She refilled her coffee, and reached over to squeeze Rand’s hand. The boy jerked and yelped, tossing his bite of waffle across the table. “You’re a bit jumpy,” she observed.
“Sorry,” he mumbled.
Then Susan thought for a moment. “It’s going to have to wait a few days, though. Aunt Susan’s all booked up this week and I’m going to be tired in the evenings. Can you wait just a few more days? It’ll be worth it…” she wheedled.
Timothy nodded and smiled. “Thank you,” he grinned at her.

Rand spent the rest of the week trying to talk his friend out of his plan. He tried to point out everything that he could find wrong with it, but Timothy was adamant about it. During one of their frustration sessions, as Rand had started calling them, Timothy reached down without warning and gripped the ring to Rand’s plug.
“What are you doing?” he squeaked as the plug shifted inside of him.
“Think about how it’d feel if THIS wasn’t in there anymore,” Timothy stated, twisting the plug and giving it a push.
Rand tensed up and squealed, begging him to let go. Instead, Timothy pulled at the ring, sliding the plug back a few inches, and pushed it back in. Rand cried out and begged him stop, but Timothy kept moving it back and forth, sitting on top of him.
“Quit it!” Rand shouted, trying to push Timothy off of him, but he couldn’t get enough leverage. Timothy moved the plug as best he could, and finally Rand began to pant. “No,” he sighed, “Stop it! You’re gonna make me shoot! I don’t wanna shoot! Stop it!”
Timothy, however, said softly, “You don’t like cummin’ like this, do ya?”
“NO!” Rand howled, squirming and twisting as the plug dug at his innards, his prostate in particular.
“Oh well,” Timothy replied as Rand began to moan and pant harder, involuntarily starting to thrust his hips. Had it not been for his belt and Timothy’s plug, he could just have easily have been fucking his best friend’s ass with his movements.

Then he climaxed.

Rand howled and shivered, waves of pain and pleasure passing through his body. His ass felt like it was on fire, and he could feel the hot cum shooting out into his belt to drip out the ventilation holes. When it finally passed, he threw Timothy off, angrily storming back to the house. “I asked you stop!” He cried, “I told you I hate that!”
He slammed the door behind him, and although it had hurt Timothy to do it to him, he knew that he had needed to do it to prove his point.

Rand came out of the bath to find Timothy sitting on the edge of his bed. He looked away and tossed his towel into the hamper. “I’m sorry,” Timothy offered.
Rand didn’t answer.
“Look, I didn’t want to do it, but I had to prove my point,” Timothy stated.
“What point?!” Rand barked at him. “I asked you to stop, and you didn’t!”
Timothy nodded. “You don’t like those kind of orgasms. Neither do I. You don’t like being tested every month. Neither do I. You don’t like being treated like a prisoner, and neither do I.”
Rand turned red and sat down heavily on the floor. He winced as the plug poked him.
“I know where this is going,” he said softly.
“And I hate this damn belt and plug, and so do YOU.” Timothy dug in.
Rand began to cry at that point, and Timothy knelt down beside him.
“That’s why I did it,” he explained, “I’m getting out, and so are you,” he said.
Rand didn’t look up. Instead, he just buried his face in his friend’s shoulder and sobbed, slowly nodding his red head.

A few days later, the phone was ringing and Timothy answered it. “Hello?”
“Timmy!” Jane said excitedly, “Susan just called me! I hear you’re coming home early.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Timothy replied.
“Well, mommy’s so proud of you. I can’t wait to have you back!”
“Thank you.”
“But I’ve got to run now. Mommy’s signed all the papers so Aunt Susan can fix you right up, honey! I’m going out with Marla tonight to this new club she knows! I can’t wait to see you home again! Bye!” And with that, she hung up.
Timothy stared at the receiver, then dropped it. “I love you too,” he whispered, wondering if he’d made the right choice.
Then he turned to head for the fridge, and saw that Susan had forgotten her cellphone. Timothy picked it up, carried it outside, and on impulse, dialed a number and left a message. He then wiped the call logs and put it back.

He didn’t have to wait long after that. Susan came bursting in that very afternoon and ordered the boys, sans robes, to the clinic. “It’s time! And you can help, Rand,” she told them as they headed to the nearby clinic. Timothy watched his bare feet on the sidewalk as they walked, not caring if anyone saw him. It was not really a surprise, but he’d expected a bit more preparation. He’d been waiting all week long, and now suddenly it was an emergency?
He didn’t mention this, however, as he was let out of his belt, unplugged, and ordered into the shower room again. He went for a faucet, but Susan stopped him. “On the bench,” she ordered, pointing to a thin white bench with a red bag hanging over it.
“Oh, no!” He breathed.
“Surgical prep,” she explained.
Timothy sighed and laid down. He waited patiently as his distended ass was lubed and the plug type nozzle slipped in. Susan was ready for him, and in seconds, the hot soapy water was flowing up into his bowels. Rand watched in fascination, having been given the same enemas on regular occasions. “Aunt Susan?” he asked.
“Yes dear?”
“I’m done setting up in there, and well … I wanna ask … I mean, if you could,” but Rand stopped, watching his friend’s stomach swell.
“What is it, sweetie?” she asked.
Timothy grunted as the first soap cramp hit him. “Rand wants the operation too,” he said, “And the bag’s empty.”
Susan’s jaw dropped. “DO you, sweetie?” she asked.
Rand looked at Timothy and smiled weakly. He nodded. “Timmy talked me into it,” he replied.
Susan clapped her hands a few times and kissed him. Then she kissed Timothy, who said that he had to go NOW. She unplugged him and left him to his business as she asked Rand to prepare himself, which meant digging out another enema kit and setting it up.

After Rand had been soaped as Timothy was being rinsed, Susan checked over everything once again. Two trays, two tables, two of everything! Two penises in one day! And finally … RAND’S! She had begun to wonder how long it was going to take, since Rand had never even asked again how long treatment lasted. She was so excited that her hands were shaking! As Timothy got up from expelling his rinse enema, Rand finished filling with his soap one. “Aunt Susan,” Timothy asked her, his erect penis pounding at his tummy and leaking precum.
“Yes dear?”
“Can I help?”
Susan smiled and nodded, showing Timothy how to insert the enema plug nozzle. Rand’s hole was open, and Timothy knew that there was no way that he could hold any of the fluid without the plug. His buttplug, however, wouldn’t be going back in after today. A few cuts, a few stitches, and they could get out of their so-called treatments. Timothy gently slipped the nozzle in and let the rinse water flow, rubbing Rand’s tummy as it distended. Rand moaned and smiled up at him, his own erection, not as large as Timothy’s, throbbing in time against his own tummy as Timothy massaged the water up into him with Susan’s directions. They then showered in the extremely hot water with the smelly soap and toweled off. While Susan wasn’t looking, Rand slowly bent down and kissed the tip of his friend’s doomed penis. Timothy did the same, and they turned to face the minor surgery room.

When both boys were cleaned inside and out, Susan ushered them into the minor surgery room. Both boys stared at the twin tables, closer together than normal, and reflexively covered their genitals with their hands.
What are we doing? Timothy thought.
I have fuckin’ lost my mind, Rand thought.
Neither of them turned back nor tried to run or argue, however. Instead, both of them climbed up onto a table and sat, waiting.
Susan smiled at them, setting up a video camera. Rand made a face. “You’re taping it?” he asked, stunned.
She smiled and nodded. “Aunt Susan’s so proud of you! I can’t believe it! You didn’t talk to Lee, did you, boys?”
“Only at Timmy’s party,” Rand replied nervously.
“Well he loves it,” Susan supplied, “No penis, testicles pulled up and tucked up tight, no excess scrotum in the way. He looks so cute! And so will YOU!”
She kissed them both again, then stepped back, hands on hips.
“You two deserve a special treat,” she said.
Both of them looked at her.
“Well?” she asked, “What are you waiting for? Go ahead, let Aunt Susan see you jack off!”

They stared at her in wonder, unable to believe it. Neither of them had been jacked off in a while, and Timothy was still a bit scared after the milking incident. They took a long, hard look at each other, then turned to face her. Both of them shook their heads.

“I am just so proud of you,” she said delightedly.
I’m not falling for it, Timothy thought.
It’s gotta be a trick, Rand thought.

And so, both Timothy and Rand politely refused their last chance at a normal orgasm. Susan secured them in place, and before she could secure their inner arms, the boys reached over to hold hands. “Oh, that’s so sweet,” she mused, becoming all misty.

She then suited up, and as a first order of business, inserted Foley catheters into the boys throbbing penises. As the yellow tubes made their way in, Timothy first and Rand last, the boys lost their erections as the balloons were inflated and the catheters set. She then injected each of them, very liberally, with shots to numb them. After a few moments, both boys were without any sensation from base of the ribs to almost their knees.

After they were numbed, Susan made sure that they could see, propping their heads up on pillows, and swabbed them down with Betadyne. The orange fluid stained their smooth skin, and the boys watched, fascinated.
Then she reached into the tray and held up a scalpel. “Who’s first?” she asked sweetly.
“ME!” Timothy offered.
Susan beamed at him and took his catheterized penis in hand. She stroked it a few times, stretched it, then carefully began to cut into the base of it just where it met the scrotum.
Rand stared as his Aunt cut into his best friend’s skin, and he felt his eyes begin to sting. He didn’t want to do it. He wanted to keep his penis. He wanted Timothy to keep his penis. His mind filled with images of taking that doomed organ into his mouth, sucking on it, swallowing up the juices that only the vile little milking machine has so far done. He saw Timothy doing the same to him, sucking him off and swallowing his cum, then waiting a bit and holding each other, waiting, then erect again and jacking each other off. He’d touched Timmy’s penis before, he knew, but only in a medical sense. He suddenly realized that he wanted more, but that he now had NO chance of getting it.

Not ever.

Very slowly, his Aunt cut into the skin, dabbing at the blood and opening the skin all the way around it. She then carefully opened his loose scrotum, moved his small testicles out of the way, and severed the ligaments holding his penis. It came forward a bit, and Timothy gasped. He watched in sheer amazement as she pulled his penis down and OUT of him, the core coming out as well. She dabbed up more blood, and Timothy was shocked at how much she was taking. Then she moved a testicle out of the way.
“Aunt S-s-susan?” he asked weakly, swallowing hard.
“Yes dear,” she replied, not looking up.
“I’ll still get horny won’t I?”
“Yes dear,” she replied clinically, still not looking up. “As long as your little balls are in there working, all nice and tight up next to your body, you’ll get horny. You’ll develop normally, but you wont’ be able to do anything about your urges.”
“I want you to take them off too, then,” he stated.
“What!?” Susan exclaimed, dropping her scalpel and quickly fetching another.
“No, Timmy!” Rand said in shock, “Not those too!”
“They’re no good to me,” Timothy replied, “They did this to me. I want ‘em gone. All gone. Nothin’ down there but a little peehole.”
Susan was almost delirious with happiness. “I’ve never castrated a boy before, much less done a full genital nullification!” She cried. “Timmy, are you ABSOLUTELY sure? Once they’re gone, they’re gone. Your voice wont’ change any deeper, you won’t have a beard or much body hair, and well … you wont’ get very muscular either. There won’t be any male hormones in your body, and you’ll be a eunuch. A real boy-eunuch. You want that?”

Timothy nodded. “Yes, I do.”

“I don’t!” Rand objected.
“You don’t have to, honey,” she assured him, “I’m still proud of you as it is!”
Rand sighed heavily, but that didn’t stop his fresh tears.
Susan then turned her attention to back to Timothy and changed her plans. Within a few more minutes, her skilled hands had removed any trace that Timothy had ever been born a boy. She finished severing his penis and then split it, taking it off the catheter and cleaning it off. She put it in steel dish, then carefully pulled his small testicles down and clamped the cords. She cut them, and Rand stared in horror as his only friend was emasculated right in front of him. She cleaned him up a bit, placing his discarded genitals in the dish for later preservation in alcohol.

She then began closing the wound, paying special attention to the new urethral opening near Timmy’s anus, and closed the wound with some stitches and surgical glue. When she was done, she changed gloves and went to Rand. She looked at the clock. “Oh dear, you’ll need more shots,” she said, and did that.

Susan then repeated the penectomy procedure on her nephew, being careful of his testicles as she removed the penis, root, and most of the sac. She carefully tucked his small testicles up near his canal openings and closed the remaining scrotum. Once that was cleaned up, she then severed the extracted root of Rand’s penis and began to remove it. It went into the dish with Timothy’s, and later into a bottle of alcohol – two severed boy organs together forever, preserved for the rest of the boys’ lives as a reminder to be good.

Finally, she was done. She bandaged the boys’ wounds, noticed that they were still holding hands and crying quietly. She kissed them both, started IV lines, and covered them. She injected a sedative into each line, and smiled at them.
“Such good boys,” she mused, patting their heads. “No more belts, no more plugs, no more disciplining! Perfect little boys!”

Timothy was just beginning to surrender to the haze of the sedative as he listened to her words. He heard a loud noise then, and the doors to the minor surgery room burst open. He thought he saw a man in a black suit coming in with a gun, but he wasn’t sure. He blinked and looked at Rand, who was already asleep. He then he heard a voice, another lady, screaming at Aunt Susan. She wanted to know who she was, and Timmy wondered why.

“Are you Dr. Susan Katsulas?” the lady was screaming, and then the man was pulling his blanket off. Timmy tried to protest, but his slurred speech didn’t seem to stop him. He pulled Rand’s blanket off too and gasped.
“Oh my God,” the man was saying to the angry lady with the red hair, red like Rand’s … and wow she was mad! She was sooo mad, and they were waving their guns at Aunt Susan!
Timothy shook his head again. The man was patting his cheek, hard.
“Timothy? Timothy Rodgers, can you hear me?”
“yuhhh m-meee,” he slurred, “’toppp it. Hurt-ssss.”
But Timmy could hear the lady saying, “Susan Katsulas, you’re under arrest for willful sexual mutilation of these two boys and Lee Huy Kwan as well, three counts of experimental surgery on minors, illegal surgery at that, and whole raft of other good stuff! You have the right to remain silent … unless you wish to give up that right so I can kick your ass!”
But it was all fading as Timmy closed his eyes.

“Yuhhhh-rrrr- luh-luh-layyyyt,” he told the man, then smiled and went to sleep.

Timmy awoke some days later from a wonderful dream where he and Rand were rolling around in the sun-warmed green grass and kissing and touching and tangling themselves into a knot of boy limbs. They were both hot and sweaty, and both of them were keyed to that familiar fever pitch and longing to cum. Rand was touching Timmy’s smooth and empty crotch, and Timmy was playing with Rand’s tight and high-set small balls. They were together, happy, and nothing hurt! All there was, all that mattered, was the two of them.
“Oh, shit,” Rand was moaning as Timmy nuzzled at his neck, “When’s it stop?”
“It never stops,” Timmy replied, “It can’t stop. You can’t cum and ruin it.”
Rand moaned, but someone was shaking Timmy and he rolled over and rubbed his eyes.
He sat up slowly, wincing as his stiff muscles protested. He looked around, and saw that he and Rand were in a private room in a hospital. The man in the black suit and the mad lady with the red hair were sitting there, and she gasped as she looked up from her book.
“Well,” the man in black was saying, “You OK?”
Timmy nodded, and saw that Rand was still asleep.
“Let him sleep,” the man said, “Just tell me this – now that everybody’s in jail, where do you and your brother want to live?”