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	I stumbled into my last class of the day, Penal Code 
Enforcement, still groggy from sleeping through the last one.  I 
hadn't gotten much sleep the night before and was about to pass out 
by the time I made it to my seat.  When I got there, within five 
minutes I was out like a light - the class was all about ways cops 
kept guys in jail or guys on parole from committing more crimes.
	I tried to do well in that class but just never seemed to.  
As it was it looked like I might barely manage a C if I got lucky.  
At least I had friends in the class; I could always get the notes 
from somebody.
	After some indeterminate time asleep I woke up with the 
professor asking for volunteers for something.  I perked up 
immediately; he gave extra credit when you got a shot or acted as a 
model for something.  I needed the points badly so raised me hand, 
hoping he'd pick me - it was pretty much free credit so usually lots 
of people raised theirs.  I noticed nobody else had their hand up 
just as he called on me.
	The guy next to me was a friend of mine and looked at me 
weird.  "What are you doing?" he asked, a look of incredulity on his 
face.  I got up and shrugged at him.  "I need the points," I told 
him, then turned and walked down the aisle.  People were turning 
around in their seats looking at me like I was nuts.
	The prof was holding a needle up; surely that was the 
reason.  I don't really mind needles, though, so didn't worry about 
it.  "Okay, Mr. West.  Roll up your sleeve, please."  I did and he 
stuck me.
	I dunno what was in that needle but it sent me reeling.  My 
head felt really heavy and my limbs felt alternately like lead and 
like they weren't there.  I could hear him say, "Why don't you lie 
down on this?"  I giggled some and he helped me over to the table 
the assistants were wheeling in.  They lay me down on it and had it 
inclined so I was facing the class.  They just looked all blurry.  I 
could feel one of the assistants unbuttoning my shirt and another 
taking off my shoes while the prof was talking, but I couldn't 
figure out what the words he was saying meant.  I felt my pants come 
down and off and giggled some more - I was naked!  I thought that 
was just the funniest thing in the world, as was them strapping me 
down.  I didn't really want to move anyway.
	My legs were strapped down spread out.  I wondered what they 
would do to me, but the breeze on my balls gave me a boner.  I just 
smiled and my head lolled.  I suddenly noticed them shaving my 
groin.  Nice of them, I thought to myself, then forgot what they 
were doing.  They put a catheter in.  I could hear the professor 
talk but couldn't piece the words together.  I caught 'usual,' 
'shortening,' and 'castration.'  I wondered if they would castrate 
me.  That would be funny.  I giggled some more.
	
	...My assistants had the boy strapped down and stripped 
already.  They boy was out of his mind on the drug but still 
conscious.  I gazed at his body, anticipating my pleasure at turning 
this stud to steer.  My own little stub got hard every time I did 
this, especially when the one I'm cutting was as masculine as this 
one - tight, buff body, rapidly hardening cock.  I continued 
lecturing to the class, explaining why the castration was done 
separately from the penile surgery.
	I was so pleased that this one had volunteered.  I knew he 
had been asleep and probably not really aware of what he had 
volunteered for, but I'd had my eye on him all semester - usually 
passed out in class and often with an erection.  I'd be solving that 
problem soon.
	I cupped his balls.  They were full.  I took the scalpel 
from the surgical try and made a slash incisions across the neck of 
his scrotum, explaining to the class as I did so, the closed circuit 
camera trained on the boy's groin.  I severed his testicles and 
dumped the waste into a bucket on the side...

	The prof came over to me.  I could feel him cupping my balls 
wearing leather gloves.  It felt neat and my hardon grew.  He pulled 
at my bits down there a lot, and then there was a release and I felt 
kinda wet.  I looked down to see that he had cut my balls and 
scrotum off, and now stabbed a scalpel into my penis about half an 
inch from the base.  I watched, smiling, as he cut around the 
catheter, then slid my cock, still hard, off the wire.  He'd cut my 
dick off!  That was the funniest thing I'd seen in years.
	He tugged more but it wasn't quite so bad.  I didn't really 
notice what he was doing anymore as the ceiling got a whole lot more 
interesting.

	...I left him with a stub that would be about the same size 
as mine, and thought back to when I had been steered.  At first I 
wasn't happy with it, but once the hot flashes stopped I was happy 
as could be - content.  Doing it to others was the only thing that 
still got me horny, and did it to as many students as I could - one 
per semester per class, all my grad students, some others.  I 
glanced at my assistant Tony's empty groin.  His partner Joey I had 
convinced should allow me to castrate him but so far I couldn't get 
him to agree to the rest of it.  What good is being steered if you 
don't go all the way? I asked him, but he still enjoyed his penis 
too much.
	I continued lecturing to the class about what was going on 
as I closed up the wound, and paid careful attention to which of the 
young bucks in the class seemed disgusted, and which seemed, well, 
intrigued.  Those I would talk to later on...

	The next thing I was conscious of was waking up.  I was back 
in my dorm room, lying under the covers, with a massive headache.  I 
thought of what had been happening and lifted the covers up to see. 
 Sure enough, all that was there was a shaven patch with a little 
stitched-up flap of skin from which protruded a catheter.  
	I put the covers back and lay for a moment, unsure of what 
to think.  My cock was gone.  My balls were gone.  How was I 
supposed to have sex now?  This sucked, but, at the same time, there 
was something kinda cool about it.  I looked at the clock; it was 
only seven in the evening.  I was really hungry but needed a shower. 
 
	I hopped up.  Next to the bed was a sheet talking about 
caring for the catheter and stuff.  Handwritten on the top there was 
a comment reading, "You get an A in the course."  "Damn skippy," I 
muttered.  "I had better."
	I headed down to the showers and while in them ran my hand 
over my groin.  I got horny from that alone, and felt a tightening. 
 The stiched area protruded a little, like a little bump.  I didn't 
really know any way to stimulate myself - rubbing the bump was 
painful - so just finished my shower.  This sucks, I thought to 
myself - I'm all horny and don't really have any way to get off.
	I didn't really know what to do, so after some futile 
attempts at playing with my  nipples a bit I gave up and left.  
There was supposed to be a party tonight, so I got dressed up and 
called over to my friend Joe's to find out where it was.  "It's over 
on Walnut," he said.  "I can give ya a ride.  We're going down to 
eat right now."
	"Cool."
	"Hey, um...is it true?  Ya know...about the class you're in, 
that...um..."
	Shit, I thought.  What do I say?  I decided to lie about it; 
I didn't want all my buddies thinking I wasn't a guy anymore, 
really.  "Nah, dude, that's just some crazy rumor."
	"Whoo, okay.  That's some bizarre story.  Seeya in a few."
	"Okay.  Later."  I hung up.  That did bring to mind the 
thought that, was I really a guy now?  I didn't have a dick anymore. 
 I pulled down my shorts a little to stare at the line of stitches 
and plastic tube that would now act like my substitute penis.  I was 
still turned on by it, even moreso now that I was earlier, but I 
couldn't be normal anymore by any means.  Even my pants didn't quite 
fit right.  Sheepishly, I stuck a sock in my boxer-briefs to at 
least make it look like I still had a package.
	Immediately I pulled it out again.  What was the point in 
this?  All those people in the class had seen it happen; it wasn't 
like I could keep lying about it.  I didn't want this to become some 
dirty little secret I had to be ashamed of - it had happened, I'd 
deal with it.
	I instead changed into a tighter pair of pants and a tight 
clubbing shirt to go with it, then went down to meet Joe and the 
others for dinner.  I was starved.
	When he saw me he looked at me a little funny, and I noticed 
the whole group stole a peek.  As we walked over to the campus 
eatery I pulled Joe aside and told him that yeah, it wasn't a rumor, 
and sorry I lied to him - I was just a little fazed by it still.  
All that was true, anyway.  Joe seemed a little nervous.  "Sorry, 
dude.  That really sucks."
	"It's not so bad, really," I told him.  "Really it's just 
sore."

	We had dinner and hit the party.  It was pretty decent; a 
lot of people were there and the keg helped me forget what had 
happened to me earlier that day.  Problem was, it was a little too 
good at helping me forget, because when I got this chick up into a 
bedroom I had totally forgotten that I didn't have anything to fuck 
her with.  To top that off, I was getting a fever or something - I 
had gotten all flushed and sweaty suddenly, and my clothes felt 
really hot.
	I figured I was just horny.  She got my shirt off and we lay 
back on the bed making out.  I got under her bra and started feeling 
her up - she had really nice tits.  She was all eager too, and it 
didn't take long before she went for my pants.  I was totally into 
it and didn't stop her from unzipping my pants and putting her hand 
down.
	The moment she felt something wrong, I knew it.  She tensed 
up and I mentally went, "FUCK!"  "Oh my god!" she shouted out, in 
typical sorority fashion.
	"Look," I started, "in class today..."
	"You don't have any balls!" she shouted.
	"I know, but..."
	"You don't even have a real cock!  How are you supposed to 
fuck me with that?"
	I just shook my head and buried my face in it.  "Fuck this," 
the slut shouted, and grabbed her purse.  She left me on the bed, my 
shirt off, my pants down, my little hard stub poking out.  I just 
sat there for a minute or two, the door wide open, me not caring, 
trying not to sob.
	After a few minutes I regained my composure, got dressed, 
snuck out of the party, and walked home, feeling very sorry for 
myself and cursing my asshole professor.  When I got home I sat 
naked on the toilet for a good hour, staring at my mutilated crotch, 
nub still hard and me still horny.  I both hated and loved it; even 
with the stitches it looked erotic, but eroticism was useless.  I 
just hoped that with my balls gone I'd lose my sex drive soon, and 
went to bed.

	I woke up the next feeling a little better.  I itched a lot, 
and when I went to scratch my chest the hair came away in my nails! 
 There was hair on my sheets, too; it was just falling out!  The 
sheets smelled funny and were still a little damp from the night 
sweats I kept having.
	I went to the shower and most of the rest of my hair came 
right off.  When I scrubbed with the soap all of what was left came, 
leaving my body hairless below my scalp.  There was a little stubble 
on my chin still but that was about it.
	After finishing my shower I did laundry and homework.  Guys 
would come into the shower room and sometimes I would notice them 
talking in hushed tones in the corner, glancing at me.  Did 
everybody know?  I guess news travels fast.
	At first I was kinda pissed off, but decided there was no 
point in it.  Sure, I couldn't fuck, but I'd get used to that, 
right?  At least I could still piss standing up, sort of.  Another 
flash of heat hit me and I started sweating a whole lot.
	
	The weeks passed.  I did lose my sex drive, which was 
actually kind of nice.  My beard stopped growing, which was also a 
positive aspect of being castrated.  I kept working out, and noticed 
that I did start to lose some mass, but that was okay - really I had 
been weightlifting to attract chicks, but what was the point in that 
now?  I stayed in good shape and didn't get fat, and that was what 
was important to me.
	In the shower I stopped trying to hide.  I knew guys looked 
at me, most with fear or disgust, some with hardons and a hungry 
stare in their eyes.