My Boys (expanded rewrite)

Inspired by the original, shorter "My Boys", with much less 
enthusiastic... patients. A father catches his son sucking another 
boy's dick, and in a drunken rage delivers the boys into their 
worst nightmare... a pedophile surgeon with a 'little' hobby...

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“Hang on, I’m coming!”

The image of a naked Romanian boy tied to a table flashed away as I 
stopped my tape and walked to the front door. I wasn’t expecting 
visitors—and at 9pm at night it’s unlikely to be a salesman. A 
shiver went up my back as I briefly wondered if it was the police—
had my past finally caught up with me?

I opened the front door and was relieved to see a neighborhood 
friend, Joe. Middle aged and overweight, Joe was the type of guy 
you saw and thought ‘wife beater’ immediately. From the smell, Joe 
had been doing some serious drinking tonight.

Behind Joe were two little boys. I recognized his son, Mike, 
peeking around from behind his father. I flashed a little smile, 
but the kid just stared at me. The other boy was about the same 
age, but not one of my patients.

I’m a pediatric surgeon—urology specialist. “Dr. Dick” is what some 
of the kids call me,. If only they knew… I still love to look at my 
medical school videos from my stint in Romania, and daydream of 
living in a place where street children were viewed as vermin by 
the people, and as practice bodies for the school’s student 
surgeons.

Joe’s slurred speech forced me to focus on the moment at hand. “Say 
that again?” I asked.

“I SAID, I want you to fix what’s gone wrong with my boy here. Ever 
since this good-for-nothing brat started hanging around with my 
son,“ Joe swung the other boy around in between us for 
emphasis, “Mike’s been getting’ hisself talked into doing… 
unnatural things.” Joe paused, glaring at his young son.

I looked at the other youngster. I saw the familiar haunted look 
that was so common in the street children I fantasized about—it was 
the look of defeat, that animalistic look a person gets when 
they’ve given up hope and succumbed to whatever horrible fate 
they’ve been dealt. The boy had ‘broken home’ written all over 
him. “What’s his name?” I asked aloud.

“Him? Pete. His ma was on welfare, and last month ended up in 
rehab. The kid came to stay with us, and I found Mike and his 
little butt-buddy—“ Pete lets out a yelp as Joe thumps the back of 
the kid’s head— “touching each other and… god I can’t even say it, 
it’s so sickening.”

“Was either of the boys sucking the other’s dick?” I asked. I could 
tell by the red in Joe’s face that indeed, his son had been sucking 
Pete’s pecker. My dick started to swell again as the image of these 
two boys going at each other hit me.

“I don’t want no son of mine ending up some queer boy, you got 
that?” Joe practically yelled in my face. 

Oh, I got that alright. Images started flooding my mind as I 
contemplated the dark fantasies I could soon make reality… if I 
played my cards right.
 
Joe swung the two boys to face him. “The doc’s gonna take care of 
you two perverts now, you little fags. And you’d better do what I 
told you, Mike.” After a forceful shake from his father, Mike 
looked up the man and quietly nodded his head.

“Why don’t you leave them with me tonight, Joe? Let me get some 
legal forms for you to sign for insurance & such, and you can get 
back home before the ‘stores close.” Judging from Joe’s expression 
at my comment, it was obvious this piece of white trash was more 
concerned about keeping his liquor habit fed than what was in store 
for these little boys. 

I bolted to my office and grabbed two copies each of consent forms 
and power of attorney forms and got back to the door as fast as I 
could. Joe looked about ready to pass out. I thrust a pen in his 
hand and the guy signed all four papers without even glancing at 
them. Inwardly I grinned, and looked at the two 9 year olds who 
were now in my legal custody for the next 24 hours... at least.

I started to say something, but Joe just staggered out the door and 
down the walkway and was soon out of site. I shut and bolted the 
door, then turned to the two kids.

Mike was crying openly. Pete looked scared shitless, but bewildered 
as to what was going on. I took a hand from each boy in my own and 
started leading them to the basement door. We walked downstairs 
together, and I felt two clammy little hands grip mine tightly as 
the boys saw what would be their home away from home tonight.

While I hadn’t gone totally overboard, my basement was the place I 
set up all the bondage gear I’d collected over time. I smiled as 
the boys took in the surroundings; Pete’s eyes widened and I 
instinctively knew he noticed most of my toys were child sized.

“So, Mike—what was your dad talking to you about, anyway?” The 
little kid looked like I had just shot him. With a trembling voice, 
Mike spoke for the first time tonight.

“Muh-muh-my dad said you would be mad too, and… he said to tell you 
he didn’t care if you.. you… cut m-my thing off.”

My cock sprang up straight as I heard this dark haired 9 year old 
tell me what I had suspected. Pete wouldn’t meet my gaze at all.

“Do you WANT me to cut your thing off?” I asked pleasantly. Mike 
kept his eyes down and slightly shook his head no. I knew how this 
went. Joe would wake up in the morning hung over, and he probably 
wouldn’t even remember getting mad at Mike and Pete, let alone 
threatening the boys, bringing them here—but Mike didn’t know that, 
did he?

“Don’t worry, Mike. I’m going to examine you and Pete, and if you 
two little boys are really good, normal boys, I won’t have to cut 
anything off at all. You two need to get naked for me now, 
alright?” I said, and smiled as I watched the two 9 year olds 
awkwardly undress themselves down to their underwear.

“everything.”

Two pairs of little briefs hit the floor, and I looked the two 
hairless boys up and down—what a catch! Pete was a little more 
developed than Mike, but both kids’ nut sacks were nice, tight 
little hairless lumps nestled behind prepubescent little wieners.

I reached out and started fondling Mike’s little pecker & nuts. The 
scared little boy whimpered, and cried softly as I rubbed on his 
smooth little body, preparing him for what was to come.

“Relax, Mikey. I’m going to put you on this table.” I swept the 
child into my arms and laid him on one of my gurneys. The nine year 
old didn’t even struggle as I secured his ankles & wrists—he just 
whimpered quietly and looked over at his best friend.

After securing Mike, I walked over to Pete. The little boy looked 
up at me and for the first time looked scared. I pulled a shiny 
metal tube device out of my pocket, and  slid it over  his 
defenseless cock. Pete’s hands moved in, but I brushed them away 
with one hand, while giving a twist to the metal tube in the other. 
I gave a little tug, twisted a little more, and then another tug. 
Satisfied with the way Pete’s cock was secured, I quickly pulled 
the tube back and away. Pete yelped in fear, then looked in 
surprise at the shiny ring that was left right around the base of 
his cock.

Don’t get too excited, kid” I joked, “if your little prick gets 
stiff and squeezes the inside of that ring, you’ll trigger it and … 
!!” I laughed as the little boy pleaded with me not to do 
this.

“Please, mister—I won’t do anything like that with Mike again! I 
swear!” Pete exclaimed, tears running down his face. I brushed his 
blonde hair away from his eyes and looked at the child.

“What would your mommy and daddy say if they knew what you’ve done, 
little boy?” I chided him.

“My daddy ran away, and my mommy is in rehab right now—but when she 
gets out, she’s going to come back to get me, you’ll see! And 
she’ll be so mad at you if you… if you…” Pete broke down in sobs.

“I’ve seen your kind a hundred times, Petey. Your mom’s not coming 
back for you—she’s a drug addict, and even if she kicks her habit, 
she can’t afford to raise a kid. You’re going to end up in foster 
care, and there, nobody cares about a little boy like you. They 
sure don’t care if you have a dick between your legs or not. I bet 
you’d have been sent to me for fixin’ soon enough, anyway—the 
foster care home doesn’t like to have fags like you corrupting 
other little kids.”

I ordered Pete to stand off to the side, which the kid did just 
fine.  I then turned my attentions to Mike, rubbing every inch of 
his smooth skin, and feeling his pecker swell in my hand.

“I thought so—Mikey likes it!” I teased. The little kid sobbed and 
shook his head ‘no’, like it would make some kind of difference. I 
readied the catheter and started sliding it down Mike’s piss hole.

Mike strained his head to see what I was doing—when he saw, his 
eyes widened and he shifted uneasily in his seat. When the clear 
tube made it to his bladder, his pee wound through the tube and 
dribbled onto the table. After a moment, I was ready, with scalpel 
in hand.

“Alright, Mikey. I told you I wouldn’t cut off your little dick 
unless you deserved it. Your daddy brought you and Petey to me 
tonight to fix your problem. If I slice off your little pecker, 
your friend Pete won’t be able to suck on it any more, will he?”

“I won’t let Pete touch my weenie ever again, though! I promise!” 
Mike’s little nuts were shrunk up against him in fear—oh, what a 
tempting morsel those would make…

“I know Pete won’t touch it again, Mikey. I’ll keep it safe and 
sound here!” my cock was rock hard as I looked into Mike’s fear-
filled face.

“Nooooooo! Please, oh please don’t do that!”

“If you really don’t want me to cut off your dick, just say the 
word and I’ll let you out of this room, and I’ll take you to your 
dad and tell him that you wouldn’t let me help you. You can tell 
him how you disobeyed him.”

Mike looked at me and whimpered. I was betting that little Mikey 
lived in fear of his dad’s temper.

“If you can give me just one good reason why I should let you keep 
your penis, I’ll tell your dad that I fixed your problem without 
having to take it away. I’ll let you try three times.”

Mike looked at me and Pete a long time, uneasily trying to think of 
a valid reason he should have a penis. After a minute, he asked, “…
because I need it to make babies?”

“Nope, that’s not a good reason. You’ll still go through puberty 
because you’ll still have those little balls. When you grow up, 
you’ll be able to make sperm, and a doctor can put your sperm in a 
girl to make a baby. Try again.”

“Umm… because girls won’t like me if I don’t have a penis?”

“That might be a good reason, Mikey. But it’s only true if you like 
girls, and so far it looks like you’re going to end up liking boys.”

“No! I like girls! Pete made me do that stuff…” I couldn’t help but 
notice the angry glance Pete gives Mike when he heard this.

“Alright, Mikey. We’ll prove it one way or another. I’m going to 
try to masturbate you. If you get hard, that means you like boys. 
If you don’t get hard, that means you like girls, and you can keep 
your penis.

I lubed my hand, and began stroking the tiny hairless pricklet on 
my nine year old patient. Mike began sobbing, but soon the sobs 
became soft groans as the prepubescent child’s sexuality responded 
to my attentions. Little Mikey’s penis stiffened in my hand. I 
stopped my strokes and pointed at his tiny, two and a half inch 
boner pointing straight up from the table. The clear catheter tube 
stood up another four inches from his pecker, like a little 
flagpole.

“Looks like strike two, Mikey,” I teased. “So, can you think of any 
other reason why that little pecker should be attached to a little 
faggot boy like you?”

“Muh-my daddy said he wants me to be a man! If you cut my weiner 
off, I won’t be a boy anymore, and I’ll never be a man!”

I smiled at this kid’s naïve logic. “Poor, poor little Mikey. I 
just proved to you that you’re a little fairy. Faggot boys like you 
can’t become men—you’d just grow up and be a sissy, and your daddy 
would be so ashamed.”

Mike started shaking all over as he looked from Pete to me in 
terror. “Puh-puh-puh-leez, please don’t cut it off! The kids at 
school will make fun of me and stuff! Please let me have a penis, I 
promise I’ll be good and I’ll stop being a fairy!”

I smiled and shook my head.  I took the scalpel in hand. As I 
pressed the blade into the boy’s manhood, I heard a panicky “oh god 
nooooooo…” followed by a familiar shearing sound. I looked over and 
Pete was standing there, staring down at the floor where his 
severed penis lay. Talk about premature ejaculation!

“Well, Mikey, it looks like your little friend Petey has lost HIS 
little petey. That’s too bad—I was going to let you suck your 
friend’s weenie after I cut yours off.” I grinned, put down the 
scalpel, and walked over to the dickless blond child.

“How does it feel, Petey?” I stooped down and picked up the pale, 
hairless penis that lay between the nine year old’s feet. The 
gadget that severed it was still firmly attached to the child’s 
stump, sealing his wound for now.

“Buh-but I didn’t mean it to get hard… it’s just that… when I saw 
you were going to do… that… to Mike…”

“…you got turned on thinking about your little fairy friend being 
dickless, and your little fairy pecker got stiff! Well, you saved 
me the trouble of taking your penis away myself, little boy… or 
should I just call you a  kid now. I hope you had fun with it while 
you had it,” I wiggled the scrawny, limp penis in the kid’s face. 
Pete looked away and squeezed his eyes shut, squeezing tears from 
his eyes. I turned and walked back to my main patient.

Mike stared at the trophy I held in my hand. “I think I’ll let you 
suck your friend’s penis after all!” With that, I squeeze Mike’s 
mouth open and shoved Pete’s little penis in. With most of the 
blood gone, the prepubescent pecker was little more than half an 
inch long, and easily fit in Mike’s mouth. I taped the boy’s mouth 
shut with the penis still inside, and picked my scalpel up once 
more.

I held the scalpel for Mike to see, and savored his muffled 
whimpering. I deftly spun the scalpel around the base of little 
Mikey’s hairless penis, and slowly slid the member up and off the 
piss tube. I dropped the child’s dick into one of two baby food 
jars I had nearby, and ripped the tape away from Mike’s mouth. The 
child opened wide and howled in pain. With one hand I pinched 
Mike’s mouth open, and with the other I pulled Pete’s penis out and 
dropped it into the second jar. 

Acting fast, I picked up a laser tool and stopped Mike’s little 
stump from bleeding. Realizing I hadn’t even had to tie little 
Petey up yet, I motioned for the child to join me at Mike’s side. I 
handed the blonde child his jar and a marker.

“Write your name and how old you are on that tape on the jar’s 
side.” The kid obeyed like an automaton, still in shock from what 
I’ve done. I then lifted him up and sat him on the edge of the 
table, and spread Pete’s hairless legs. The metal gadget had done 
it’s job, and with a practiced squeeze I popped it off of the 
stubby remains of little Pete’s boyhood. With tweezers I isolated 
the kid’s piss tube, and then zapped his stump with the laser. Pete 
just looked down at his groin. No tears anymore, just that blank 
stare of shock.

With a surgical laser I worked wonders on Mike and Pete’s wounds—
leaving virtually no scar.  Before Pete could react I scooped him 
off his feet and strapped him to another table.

“You’re a naughty little boy, Petey. I wanted to take your cock 
away myself, but you went and got it cut off on purpose. You should 
have waited and let me watch” Pete stared at me and shook his head 
no.

“That’s okay, though. To make up for that, I’m going to do the two 
of you a big favor. In a couple of years, when you two nine year 
olds go into puberty, you’d have to endure a living hell—you’d want 
to jack off so bad, but you won’t be able to because I’ve got your 
dicks! I’ve had twelve and thirteen year olds come back to me 
begging for me to do what I’m going to do to you both now. Once I 
take away your little nut sacks, you’ll be little kids forever, and 
you won’t be tormented by sexual urges that you can’t act on.”

Neither Mike nor Pete tried to change my mind this time. Maybe they 
were too beaten, too far gone. I think, though, that both little 
boys were secretly grateful that I was about to finish their 
emasculation. Both boys whimpered and cried as I took care of the 
rest of their masculinity in no time at all, thanks to the wonders 
of the laser scalpel. Two  hairless and almost bloodless nut sacks 
joined their tiny pale penises in the jars.

I dumped the two children into the dumb-waiter that acted as my 
makeshift elevator, and sent the two boys up to the third floor. 
Joining them upstairs, I tucked the kids into one of my guest beds 
on the interior of the house (no windows!) and locked their door 
from the outside. Content with my work, I fetched the jars and took 
them to my study. I took my time preparing their dicks for my 
collection, content knowing that there were two emotionally 
exhausted little boys …kids… in bed together upstairs.

****************************

Mike awoke first. Laying in a strange bed, he stretched and felt 
his arm brush the naked flesh of his friend Pete. Mike’s hand 
caressed the inside of Pete’s thigh, and Pete awakened just as 
Mike’s exploration reached his crotch. Mike paused, and gently felt 
the smooth hairless skin. No stitches, no bandages. It felt tender 
and sore, but that was about it. Mike felt Pete’s little hand rub 
the spot where his manhood used to be, and the two boys embraced, 
crying.

As Pete hugged his friend Mike, he felt their crotches brush 
together. Even though the two children were dickless, Pete felt a 
hard lump rub against him—their stumps could still harden, at 
least. Oh, if he still had a penis it’d be rock solid right now, 
Pete thought as he felt the smooth skin of his best friend’s 
emasculated groin. The two boys caressed and rubbed each other all 
over, but it just wasn’t the same. Neither had enough of a stump to 
do anything—the stiff tissue left behind amounted to puffy lumps, 
the smoothed skin only rising up enough to remind them where their 
little peckers used to be.

“What am I going to tell my mom?” Pete whined.

“How are we going to keep the kids at school from finding out?” 
cried Mike.

“How are you two going to get off when neither of you has a dick at 
all?” a voice asked suddenly, and the two boys pulled apart and 
looked toward the door. The doctor entered.

“Listen to you two—you should be proud of what I turned you into! 
Tell you what—I’m going to show you something that only special 
boys like you two ever get to see…” The doctor pulled the two boys 
out of bed, and led them out of the room. Mike and Pete looked at 
each other’s naked bodies as they were led downstairs to the 
doctor’s study.

The doctor led the boys over to a huge dart board case—only it 
wasn’t a dart board. Opening the wood case, Mike and Pete saw the 
doc’s collection; 26 nicely preserved dicks, each one was cut from 
a boy around their age. Pete nudged his friend, and pointed out the 
most recent two additions—the two boys looked at their little 
penises on display, with their names, ages, and date of operation 
scribbled above. Mike felt his cock stiffen at the sight, and 
choked back a sob when his hand grasped at the empty space where 
his dick felt like it should be.

Mike’s father came later that day, and silently picked up his son. 
Apparently the man remembered enough of last night to know what 
probably happened. Though Joe had sobered up considerably, it was 
obvious that little Pete was no longer welcome in his home—the man 
didn’t even acknowledge the nine year old’s existence. As they sat 
in the truck together, Joe’s hand slid down the inside of Mike’s 
thigh, and the little boy began to realize how different his life 
was to become at home.

“You feel pretty nice down there now.” Joe said ominously.

Mike stared out the window at his friend and the doctor as the 
truck left, taking him into a new life as his father’s play toy. 
The doctor put his hand on Pete’s shoulder as the child watched his 
friend get driven away.

After an uncomfortable silence, the doctor asked, “you don’t want 
your mom to find out, do you Petey? Mike’s dad wanted him to be 
dickless, but your mom don’t even know where you are right now, 
does she?”

Pete shook his head as tears welled up in his eyes. “They were 
going to put me in foster care, so I ran away the night my mom said 
she was going to rehab. Mike let me hide in his room—and his dad 
let me stay after he found out, as long as I… he made me…”

“It’s okay my little neutered one. I can make it so your mommy 
never finds out that you’re not a little boy anymore. You won’t 
ever have to go to school again, either. And you’ll get to stay 
with people who want someone like you—a little kid who’s had 
everything that makes him a boy taken away.”

Pete looked at the man and in a timid voice asked, “what are you 
going to do with me now?”

****************************

Pete learned to love his life as an emasculated eunuch slave. Even 
after 5 years, the little child looks no older than 11. Even though 
Pete still doesn’t understand the Arabic language his owner speaks 
to him in, he’s learned the sex-oriented phrases so well that he 
gets to teach the new kids what the words mean.

Every now and then, laying in his cage, Pete rubs his denuded 
crotch and thinks vaguely about his best friend Mike. He hoped 
Mike’s life ended up as good as his—getting fucked by his master 
feels better than anything, and as a slave little Pete never has to 
worry about what he should do. His master told him that he was such 
a special slave boy, he wouldn’t get sent to the mines when he 
turned 14—instead, he would be put in a place of honor in the 
sultan’s bedroom, next to the 12 year old asian child the man had 
stuffed and mounted years ago.

Countless miles away, the doctor looks over his nice collection of 
43 prepubescent penises, and calls in his next patient—Toby is his 
name, and his little penis will make a nice addition to the 
collection.

The End (?)