As part of the deal, I had to go to Sunday school every Sunday. It was four hours long. I didn't mind too much because I got a free breakfast and lunch. The food was better than what Mom usually served and there was more of it.

On the Saturday before my first Sunday school, I told my best friend Billy about my having to go to Sunday school. He said, "You can't go!"

"Why not?"

"They'll cut off your dick."

"Isn't that only in Harmony?"

"I heard from my cousin that they do it here too."

"I sure hope it isn't true. Even if it is, I have to go. Mom will make me go."

"You could run away from home."

"I think I'd rather have my dick cut off than run away and eat out of garbage cans and freeze to death in the winter. Besides, we took a tour of the church and the boys all looked happy. They wouldn't be happy if the church cut off their dicks."

I was real nervous on my first day. I went into the Boys' restroom to wash my hands and splash cold water on my face before breakfast. A boy was using the urinal. I knew he must have a dick. I asked him, "How long have you been going to Sunday school here?"

"More than four years now." I was very relieved.

Two weeks after I started Sunday school, I joined the boys' choir. The choir teacher complimented me on my high-pitched sweet voice. All the boys in the choir had high-pitched voices, even the old ones. The old boys looked different than most old boys. They had long arms and legs. Their faces were pretty with no trace of mustaches, sideburns or beards. I really liked being in the choir.

Boys and girls had different classes. After we turned ten, we went to a different Sunday school class. We had to wait until the first Sunday of the next month. I was very curious about the class. I heard rumors that some of the boys got really good food. There was also a special cafeteria at school that some Harmony church boys used. I once tried to go into that cafeteria. The man at the door checked my ID chip and said, "You can't come in. This cafeteria is only for Harmony church boys."

After Mom joined the church, I tried again. This time, the man said, "You still can't come in. It's only for some church boys over ten."

"Which boys over ten?"

"I don't know. I just scan the ID chip. The scanner tells me which boys can come in." I really wanted to eat in the special room but I knew I would have to wait until next school year because I turned ten in July.

I was real excited on the first Sunday in August. There were five of us in the new class for the first time. About half the ten-year-old boys and all of the boys who were eleven or older had gold star badges on their shirts. They got much better breakfasts than the boys without gold stars.

After we finished eating, the oldest boy got up and said, "My name is Mike. I'm sure you noticed that the boys with gold stars got better breakfasts than you did. We get better breakfasts and lunches here, and at school, every day. At school we eat in the special cafeteria. When school is out, we eat breakfast and lunch here. We also get to use the church swimming pool, library and gym after school and when school is out. The church swimming pool is warmer and much less crowded than the public pool. It's open year round because it's indoors. All boys with stars also get a free week at the church camp every year.

"When boys get a gold star, they get 300 dollars and their families get 100 dollars. If they get their star in the month after they turn ten, they get 50 dollars more. All of you new boys will get samples of the better food we get for breakfast and lunch."

The food was real good. After we finished eating, Mike said, "Raise your hand if you want a gold star."

I raised my hand. Most of the other boys without stars raised theirs. Mike continued, "We can't just give you a star. You have to do something to earn your star but it's not hard or painful and it only takes a few minutes."

A boy asked, "What do we have to do?"

"You have to have your dick, or your dick and balls, removed."

"You're joking!"

"I am not joking." Mike and two other boys started taking off their clothes. When they were naked, I could see that they had balls but no dicks at all. It looked like they never had dicks. I had not believed the rumors I had heard. Now I knew they were true.

I thought they looked kind of good that way, especially compared to older boys who had big dicks. I had seen big dicks at the public pool showers. I got a boner looking at the dickless boys. It went down after a few minutes.

Mike said, "I love having no dick. Boys with dicks almost always commit a serious sin with their dicks."

"What sin?"

"I can't tell you that. Boys with dicks often wake up in the morning needing to pee and having a boner that makes it real hard to pee. I never have that problem. Boys with dicks sometimes get embarrassing boners when they are naked with other boys. I never have that problem. When I had a dick, I would stand to pee. Sometimes, I would miss the toilet and my mom would get real mad. That never happens anymore. If you have a dick, you can rape a girl or accidentally get one pregnant. If you get a girl pregnant, you will have to pay to support the child for years and years."

I asked, "How will we know if we have committed that sin?"

"If you commit that sin, the devil will give you an intense, false-pleasure. Real pleasure comes from going to church, reading the bible and doing good works."

"How do you pee without a dick?"

"I have a pee-hole between my balls and butt-hole. I sit on the toilet, pull my balls forward and pee. It's not hard at all."

Then the other older boys started undressing. One of them said, "Having your dick removed is good but having your balls removed too, is much better. We call ourselves smooth-boys." When the first boy got naked, he looked real good all smooth. He looked like he never had a dick or balls. I got a real hard boner. This time it didn't go down. All the smooth-boys looked super-good.

"If you keep your balls, in a few years several bad things will happen. You will grow ugly hair all over your body, especially on your crotch and legs. Your voice will change and you'll have to stop singing in the choir. Ugly zits will probably grow on your face and chest. You will probably become obsessed with girls and find it hard to concentrate on your school work and sports. You will probably get hit in the balls which hurts real bad." I had been hit in the balls twice. It did hurt a lot.

I looked back and forth between the boys with balls and the smooth-boys. I decided that the smooth-boys looked much better. I asked Mike, "Why did you keep your balls?"

"I play football. I need my balls to be strong enough to play. I also want to be able to father children."

"How can you father kids without a dick?"

"A doctor removes sperm from your balls and puts it into your wife.

"You can have your dick, or your dick and balls, removed now or you can come in any day between 8:00 A.M. and 6:00 P.M. You can even come in on a school day. If you come in on a school day, you will get an automatic excuse from school. Just come to the front desk and say that you want to be made holy.

"Does anyone want to become holy today?"

The room was quiet for about a minute. Then Alan, a boy in the choir, asked, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt at all when it's done. There is a tiny little bit of soreness for a few days. It's not nearly as bad as a scraped knee or a sprained wrist."

Alan thought about it for several seconds. Then he said, "I'll do it. I'll have my dick and balls removed. Those smooth-boys just look so good. They look incredibly good and the special food is real good too."

Mike pushed a button on the wall. About a minute later, a male nurse came in with a big cart. He had Alan take off his clothes and lay on a cot in the corner. Alan had a real hard boner but nobody said anything. I still had a boner. I looked around and saw two other boys with boners. Some of the boys had loose pants. I couldn't tell if they were hard.

The nurse put a big machine over Alan's crotch. I heard a spraying sound. The nurse said, "The spray is to numb the skin. It will take effect in about a minute. Then the machine will inject him with numbing agents and something to make him fall asleep."

Alan did fall asleep after a minute. The machine started making some quiet noises. Some lights lit up. It wasn't scary at all. After about 20 minutes, the machine beeped and the nurse took it off. Alan was asleep with a smile on his face. His crotch was a little red and puffy looking. The nurse said, "It will be red for a few days. In less than a month he will look like he never had anything there."

About two minutes later, Alan woke up and said, "When are you going to do it?"

"It's already by done."

"Really?"

"Really!" The nurse held up a mirror and said, "Don't worry. The redness will fade quickly. The swelling will go down even quicker."

Alan said, "It looks real good already. It'll look even better when the redness and swelling go down. I wish I could have had it done years ago."

The nurse punched some numbers into a PDA and put it against Alan's wrist. Alan asked, "What's that for?"

"I just gave you your $350 and your family $100. I also programmed your ID chip. Now you can get the good meals here and at school. You can also get into the pool and gym here. Please wait at least two days before you start using the pool and gym. You could hurt yourself or get an infection if you swim or play sports too soon."

Alan asked, "Where does the money come from?"

"The hundred dollars for your family and one hundred of the money you get, comes from the state government. The rest comes from the church."

Mike said, "Does anybody else want to become holy today? If you do it today, you will get a good holy-boy lunch. The sooner you do it the sooner you will start getting holy-boy privileges and the less likely it is that you will sin with your dick."

I was real tempted but I was scared too. I decided to wait. Derek, who turned ten back in May, had just his dick removed. He only got $300 because he had waited so long. I decided that if I became holy, I would have everything removed and not just my dick.

After Derek woke up, Mike said, "Alan and Derek, please don't tell, or show, any non church people what happened to you today. Also, don't tell, or show, any church boys under ten-years-old. We don't want non church people knowing our business and we don't want to scare the younger boys."

Alan said, "In two years I start sixth grade. I'll have to shower with other boys. How will I keep them from seeing that I'm holy?"

"You can go to school here in the church. Most of the boys you shower with will be holy. All of them will know about boys becoming holy."

"But my dad can't afford private school."

"Church school is free for holy-boys starting with the sixth grade."

Alan smiled and said, "That's great. I've wanted to come to school here for years."

Mike waited ten minutes. Then he called in the priest for our religious instruction. The priest also tried to get us to become holy. He showed us that he was smooth and talked about how good it was to be holy. He wasn't as convincing as the older boys.

When they brought in our lunches, I looked at the holy-boy lunches. They looked and smelled so good I was jealous. Mike said, "It's not too late, you can still become holy and get a good lunch." I almost agreed but didn't.

The next morning, I woke up at five. I needed to pee real bad but I had a real hard boner. I was thinking about how good the smooth-boys looked. I couldn't get my boner to go down. It took a long time but I managed to pee through my boner.

I couldn't get back to sleep. My little dick was so hard it hurt a little. I started stroking it which felt good. I put my left hand in a fist around my dick and stroked faster and faster. Soon, I had an explosion of pleasure that started in my dick and went throughout my body.

I must have fallen asleep. When the alarm woke me for breakfast at 7:20, my dick was still in my hand. I realized that I must have committed the sin Mike talked about. After breakfast, I ran to the church. I got there at 7:51. They let me in at 7:55.

After I told the nurse that I wanted to be smooth I said, "I sinned with my dick this morning. Will I go to hell?"

"Of course not. You only did it once and you came in right away to have your dick removed so that you would never do it again. You are a very good boy. You will not go to hell unless you commit many other sins."

"That's good. I wish I had become holy yesterday. Then I never would have sinned that way at all."

After I woke up, I said, "I noticed that all the boys over ten in my class are holy. Do all the boys decide to become holy?"

"No. If boys haven't become holy by the time they turn 11, we transfer them into a different class. We don't want them to discourage new boys from becoming holy."

After I put my clothes back on, the nurse gave me some sausages that were left over from breakfast. I looked at the gym and the pool but didn't use them. Some of the boys were swimming naked. They were all smooth. I asked a smooth-boy, "Why are some boys naked while some boys wear swimsuits?"

"It's traditional for smooth-boys to swim naked and boys with balls to wear suits. Some smooth-boys are too shy to swim naked so they wear suits. It's not against the rules for boys with balls to swim naked but none of them do. Are you smooth or did you keep your balls?"

I replied, "I'm smooth."

"That's good. Smooth is better than nutty. We smooth-boys call boys who keep their balls 'nutty' because balls are sometimes called nuts. Also we think they are crazy to keep their balls. We don't call them 'nutty-boys' when they or the priests can hear."

I said, "I think smooth is better too. I also think boys who keep their balls are crazy. Smooth peanut butter is better than the other kind too."

I went to the church library. It was much bigger and nicer than the run-down county library. Many of the books were about religion. It also had many regular books including many science fiction books. I love science fiction. I read in the library until lunch time. After lunch, I walked home and did my chores.

After Mom got home from work, I went up to her and said, "I know you treat Amy better than me because you don't like boys much. Now you can treat me better because I'm not a boy anymore."

"What do you mean? How can you not be a boy anymore?"

"I went to the church this morning and had my dick and balls removed."

"You did not. I am going to punish you for lying to me."

I didn't say anything. I just pulled down my pants and underpants.

When Mom saw that I was smooth, her eyes got real wide. She said, "You didn't have to do that. I don't dislike boys and I don't treat Amy any better than I treat you."

I knew that both of the things she said were not true. She was always talking about how smart Amy was and how she was so easy to potty train. Mom never said anything about me being smart even though an IQ test I took at school said my IQ was 155. (Amy took a test years later. She scored 121.)

When Amy needed something at the store, Mom took her in a few days. When I needed something at the store, it took Mom weeks to get around to taking me. Even though I was six and a half years older, if Amy and I both wanted the bigger steak or chop, Amy got it more than 90 percent of the time.

I said, "I did have to do it. I sinned this morning with my dick. I had to have it removed so that I could never sin like that again."

"How did you sin?"

"I stroked it until I got an explosion of pleasure from the devil."

"That is not a sin. It's perfectly normal. All boys do it."

"That's not what they say in Sunday school!"

"Oh honey! I guess I shouldn't have made you go to that Sunday school. There's no point in quitting the church now. Your genitals are gone now and they can't be put back on."

"I wouldn't want them back. I don't want to sin again. Now that they are gone, I get better food for breakfast and lunch. Also, I get to use the library, indoor swimming pool and gym at the church." Mom actually did start treating me a little better. Amy still got the bigger serving of meat. I didn't care much because I was getting the good holy-boy meals. Mom took me to the store much sooner and sometimes she complimented me on my good grades. I think it was because she felt guilty about my losing my dick and balls.

At the next Sunday school, Mike gave me a gold star. I told the boys that I was made smooth Monday morning. I didn't tell them that I sinned. An older boy who had his dick removed two years earlier, had his balls removed. He said it was because he was frustrated. I didn't understand what he meant and he wouldn't say.

After I started sixth grade, most boys with balls became obsessed with girls. A few became obsessed with other boys. I didn't understand any of it. The girls seemed to want boys without dicks as boyfriends. Some girls and gay boys asked me to be their boyfriend. They all knew I was a smooth-boy. I told them all "No."

After I graduated from college, I shared an apartment with a guy who was also smooth. After two months, we became lovers. We never had any kind of sex. A friend suggested that we fuck each other with a strap-on dildo but we didn't want to. We slept together, kissed, cuddled and hugged a lot.

I never, ever, regretted becoming smooth. It was the best thing I ever did.

The end.

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