Two Sides to Every Story (Part 5)

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Two Sides to Every Story (Part 5)

The continuing saga of a boy, his penis, and so on... Read parts 
one thru four to get the rest of the story.

(author's note: Some feedback would be nice. Fiction is difficult 
since everything must be invented out of thin air. I see too few 
real compliments or helpful criticisms in the archive from all 
those readers out there. Your part only takes a few moments while 
the fiction takes us hours! Us writers are shut inside on one of 
the first really beautiful days of this year writing for all of 
you. Make it worth our while by commenting on our stories! 

(Just to make it interesting, mention the country or state you are 
reading this from.)

Persona:
Tom: Star of the show. Chronic masturbator. Circumcised and 
partially penectomized by his sister at age 12. 
Blinky: Tom's penis. 
Monica: Tom's sister. Reluctant substitute mother upon the death of 
her parents. Worked mornings at a fast food restaurant to pay for 
Tom's schooling. 
David: Tom's slightly older best friend since early childhood. 
Another chronic masturbator- had been partially penectomized by a 
doctor six months before Tom. Comes from a wealthier family that 
could afford medical treatment. 
Sam: David's strict schoolteacher father.
Samantha: David's former girlfriend.
Jessica: Tom's wife.
Glenn: Tom's oldest twin. 13 years old at the time of this 
installment. 
Randy: Tom's youngest twin son. Twelve minutes younger than Glenn. 
Rover: The twin's dog. 

Now: Sometimes there are more than Two Sides:


It had been about five months since Monica had cut me. I had 
started wearing underwear again and except for a slight red color- 
(and the obvious lack of a dickhead) you wouldn't even be able to 
tell that I had been cut. It was the middle of summer vacation and 
David and I played ball every afternoon at his house. 

David's father wasn't home much since he had to work a day job 
during the summer to make ends meet. Teachers are well paid, but he 
had to work to support his wife's lust for the finer things in 
life. 

One of these afternoons while Sam was working and David's mom was 
shopping- David told me more about his then-girlfriend. Samantha 
was da-bomb. She was the cutest girl in my class and even 
said "hello" to me once. She had these pert little titties that all 
the boys talked about in gym class. Well, it was in one of those 
gym classes that David asked her out- and they had been seeing each 
other since then. 

"Yep." David said out of the blue as he went for a lay-
up. "Samantha and I been screwing." David sometimes lasped into his 
native country accent.

I recovered the ball and doubled back to get my own shot in. "Yeah- 
whatever!" Since I really didn't believe him. I was a little angry 
with him at the time since he had not helped me with an orgasm in 
quite a while. I was too embarressed to ask him, and had meekly 
submitted to Monica's clumsy efforts two nights ago as a 'special 
reward' for something I had already forgotten about. My cum 
dribbled out when Monica finished, leaving me unsatisfied- and I 
still longed for David's experienced touch. Only a guy knows what 
another guy needs.

"No really." David insisted. "Samantha and I are fucking like 
rabbits."

"I'll believe that when I see it!" I laughed- thinking that would 
surely shut him up.

David grabbed the ball in mid-bounce; "I'll show you if you won't 
tell" he said, looking at me as seriously as I had ever seen 
him. "You know I could get in big trouble if anyone found out." 

Damn! David looked almost like he was serious, so I called his 
bluff. "Sure, I won't tell anyone." I said. At best, I expected 
some cheap kludge of computer morphed video showing Samantha's face 
on somebody else's body. David surely knew that he couldn't fake 
his own body on the screen since I knew his body better than his 
own mother did. He either thought I was an idiot, thought he was 
funny, or actually had something! The last thought started my 
erection in my shorts.

I followed David into his house and up the stairs to his bedroom, 
not knowing what to expect in the next few minutes. I was sure it 
was going to be good though. I had known David for a long time and 
knew that he had a great sense of humor. His reputation for 
practical jokes was practically world-wide since that 'net thing a 
year ago.

"Turn on the plasma screen, Tom" David ordered as he climbed on the 
bureau and began blindly groping far inside the ceiling air vent. I 
did, marveling once again at the sheer brightness of the screen. My 
Dad used to say, before he was killed, that screens used to be very 
heavy, dim and made of glass. Imagine! 

David dropped back to the floor with a mem-stick in hand and 
inserted it into the player on the side of the screen. "Have a seat 
Tom" David ordered as he grabbed the remote and sank back onto his 
bed to watch the show. "Sorry I don't have any popcorn!" he teased. 

The screen flickered and settled onto a view of David's bedroom as 
seen from high up the shelves. The bed was at the center of the 
picture and you could clearly see Samantha sprawled on her back, 
smiling at the camera. The camera shook a few times and David 
stepped into the view. Samantha was turning her head to watch him 
as he stripped his shirt off and stood beside the bed. 

By this point I had a raging hardon since I knew now that this was 
not one of David's practical jokes. I couldn't believe it- David 
had pulled it off with Samantha! David was sort of slack-faced 
sitting next to me on his bed as he concentrated on the screen. I 
took a quick peek at his crotch and noticed that he was hard too. 
Of course, hard for us is not the same thing as it is for you. 

The next five minutes were taken up with a strip tease as first 
David and then Samantha stripped off articles of clothing. David 
and I both gasped when Samantha took off her bra and released her 
pert tits for us to see on the screen. 

The images were starting to really get my heart going. David was 
already sporting a wet spot where the head of his penis should have 
been. Of course we both knew that it would do little good to 
masturbate ourselves- even with the visual stimulation. I had 
discovered that almost all the sensation in my penis shaft had 
disappeared between the circumcision and the horrible decapitation 
of my cock. I think that David has even less sensation since he had 
been cut by more precise tools and a professional whose' only goal 
in performing the surgery was to completely de-sensitise his boy 
penis.

"This is the good part." David moaned as he leaned back on one 
elbow. His right hand was down the front of his shorts as he rolled 
his testicles in his palm. It was all the sensation there was for 
us to enjoy after our surgeries. On the screen Samantha was pulling 
and squirming her way out of her panties. I caught a glimpse of fur 
at the junction of her legs and then she was laying back. 

The David on the screen kneeled between Samantha's legs and using 
one hand, guided his dick to that place. David had told me earlier 
that his glans had been large and mushroom shaped before the 
surgery and I imagined that phantom sensitive flesh rubbing there 
before sliding into her body. I normally thought of David and 
myself as having real man dicks, rather than the horrible flat-
topped pricks we actually had. 

The real David was practically gasping for air as he frantically 
manipulated his testicles beside me. His shorts were down around 
his knees, and he was obviously trying to get off. I knew he was 
doomed to failure though because I had tried the same thing a 
hundred times since Monica cut me that day. 

On sudden inspiration, and in time with the screen's version of 
David, I wet my finger and inserted it into his warm insides 
seeking his prostrate. As the David on the screen thrust into 
Samantha, I rubbed the real David's prostrate. 

In- out. In - out. Rub- Rub... Building- I could see Samantha's 
finger insert itself into David's spincter on the screen. That 
David tensed for a moment before he began thrusting again. The 
David on the end of my finger was already thrashing about in the 
beginnings of an orgasm. He yelled and began to spray his sperm all 
over everything just as the earlier recorded David tensed his 
buttocks and unloaded into Samantha. Gasping, David came down off 
his high. I watched as the picture on the screen blanked and went 
to a blue screen. 

"Thanks Tom," gasped David as he came down from his high. "I'll do 
you real quick, but we have to hurry because my Dad might come home 
soon."

I didn't need any more convincing as I pulled my shorts down and 
spread my legs for his finger. Three minutes later David had be 
gasping and lurching in orgasm as my sperm splattered on my stomach 
and dribbled into my pubic hair.

"We need to get a shower" David said, wiping his finger on my 
stomach. He got up off the bed and I was treated to a view of his 
butt as he retreated to his bathroom. A moment later I followed 
since we usually showered together after helping each other to 
orgasm. 

When I reached the bathroom I found David standing in front of the 
mirror admiring his body in the reflection. He was holding his 
balls and sack in one hand, turning his package to see different 
angles in the mirror. I stopped next to him and compared my body to 
his in the reflection.

"I think your dick is bigger now" David said. We had both grown 
quite a lot during the last five months since my surgery. His dick 
hadn't grown much more, but had thickened. His hair had filled in- 
and we both had the triangular pubic patch that most grown men 
have. (OK, mine still had some fill in to do...)

David's balls though were really spectacular. I had given up hope 
of ever catching up to him. I liked seeing him like this, since we 
both had been cut. I had to know though why he wasn't as 'friendly' 
as he used to be. 

"Why don't you want to mess around like we used to?" I asked- 
staring at his face in the mirror. "Don't you like it?"

David stared back for a moment before answering "Dad caught me once 
doing it to myself. I was real close to cumming and couldn't stop 
when he walked into my room and saw me with my 'gizmo' up my butt. 
He said if I did it again while I lived here that he would finish 
the job that mom was too sentimental to do." David indicated his 
sack in his hand. Suddenly, with a rush, I understood what was at 
stake for our little afternoon cum sessions. Gulping, and secretly 
glad that Monica would never do that to me (I thought) I followed 
David into the shower. 

Two days later David and I were playing b-ball (again), when I 
asked the question that had been on my mind for so long. "So what 
is a 'gizmo' David?" I called as I drove for the basket. 

"A candle with tape wrapped around the end to make a knob" he 
answered as he deftly knocked my shot out of bounds. Of course, 
that started a flood of questions- as I just had to know what kind 
of candle, what kind of tape, and so on. I especially wanted to 
know: "How do you use it?" 

David grabbed the ball out of mid air and setting it aside, 
indicated that I should follow him into the house. "Tell anyone 
about this and I'm dead" he told me as he gathered a long candle 
from the drawer and a roll of tape from the shelf unit. I agreed to 
total secrecy as David began to quickly wind the tape around the 
wick end of the candle to form a knob about half an inch in excess 
of the candle width. He dipped the contraption in some cooking oil 
and then had me bend over one of the kitchen chairs while 
the 'gizmo' soaked in the oil. I felt David pull my shorts and 
underwear down and I flinched slightly as I felt the cool breeze 
from the air conditioner as it touched the sweaty skin behind my 
testicles. 

"Stay there" David ordered as he walked out of the room. He 
returned a moment later with his Dad's electric shaver and walking 
directly to me, spread my cheeks with his hands and inserted 
the 'gizmo' into my ass. 

"There's the spot" he said as he positioned the tape knob over my 
prostate. I couldn't answer since I was gasping with the new 
sensations my body was feeling. "Wow!" I managed to stutter out. 
David grinned wickedly as he held the shaver in front of my face. I 
followed his finger with my eyes as he switched it on and moved it 
behind me. A moment later stars went off in my brain as it was 
overloaded with the sensation being directly delivered into my 
prostrate. A moment after that I was screaming and creaming my 
sperm onto the kitchen floor. The next thing I remember after that 
is waking up in David's arms as he held me where I had fallen. I 
could feel the candle gone from my body, but the after affects of 
the intense orgasm were still there. 

"That" I said, "was the best cum I have ever had;" to which David 
only smiled. 

All good things must come to an end, and summer vacation is one of 
them. I had started eighth grade year, and David was a ninth grader-
 his last year in middle school. We had only been in school for two 
weeks, and I hated my math class almost as much as I hated that 
teacher. Mr. Sullivan came in the door that morning and called me 
to the office. I knew that I had done nothing wrong- at least in 
two weeks time, but was a little nervous as I followed him to the 
administration center at the front of the school. At least I got 
out of maths. 

As Mr. Sullivan escorted me past the office and on down the hall 
towards the nurse, I began to feel a bit apprehensive. I wasn't 
sure what was going on, and wasn't sure I wanted anything to do 
with it. But you can understand I think, how I was feeling since I 
didn't have a head on my cock from the last visit to this office. 
In two weeks, the nurse had gotten a really bad reputation with the 
kids in my school. Everyone called her some mean name. I wasn't 
sure how true they were.

When Mr. Sullivan and I entered the nurse's office- I knew that I 
didn't like what was going on. The nurse was sitting on her desk 
next to a screen unit, Monica was seated near the window, and David 
was sitting in a chair in front of the nurses desk. David looked 
like he had been crying. The door closed behind me, and I turned to 
ask Mr. Sullivan what was happening when I discovered that David's 
dad had been standing behind the door.  

"Well, now we can begin" said the nurse. She reached out and 
flicked the screen to play, and we were all instantly surprised by 
a screenful of David with the 'gizmo' poking from his rear. It was 
obvious that the camera had been hidden in the ceiling of his 
bedroom. It was also obvious that David was alone as he teased 
himself close to orgasm, holding the shaver to vibrate the candle 
inserted in his ass- only to deny himself release by holding the 
shaver away. After five minutes of this, the nurse clicked the 
screen to off. 

"David" Sam said to his son. "I told you what would happen if I 
caught you doing this to yourself again." 

David faintly nodded.

"Well, the time has come, and your Mom won't be saving you today." 

The nurse guided us into the next room which I knew to be the sick 
bay area. It was normally outfitted with four beds for kids who had 
sick stomachs or fevers. Today, it had been cleared except for a 
single steel gurney. David came along reluctantly, but there was 
obviously no question that his father expected him to comply with 
whatever was happening here. 

The nurse began her preparations next to the gurney while Sam 
ordered his son to strip. David did so, casting uneasy looks toward 
Monica and the nurse. He stripped his shirt and trousers, cast his 
socks in the pile- and hooking his fingers in his briefs- peeled 
them down. The nurse looked briefly at the now-nude David and went 
back to reading her file. David was ordered to get on the table and 
position himself so that he was doubled over the end. His legs fit 
neatly in some stirrups there and the nurse locked them tightly 
around his thighs and ankles. David's arms were stretched out and 
secured tightly with straps. Trussed like this, David was obviously 
very distressed and began to cry. I think I whimpered a little too. 
The view of David helpless with his balls exposed like that was 
upsetting.

Once the nurse began her work- she was very fast. David cried out 
only once, when the nurse plunged the needle into his scrotum to 
deliver the anesthetic. He was silent as she opened the back of his 
vulnerable scrotum with a scapel. He was silent as she crimped his 
tender sperm ducts and cut the life-giving blood vessels leading to 
his testicles. He was silent as she clipped the last connection 
linking him to his manhood. He was silent as she skillfully sewed 
the horrible wound closed again- leaving him empty of his 
potential. He was silent while she administered a dose of sleep 
medication before they carried him to the waiting car that would 
transport him home. 

No, David did not utter a sound. He left a pool of tears on that 
table that day: That was his cry. 

Monica handed me a mem stick as we left the school. I watched it 
and the images it contained of me bent over the kitchen chair that 
day two weeks earlier. I never masturbated again. 

******

It's hard to believe that it's been fourteen years since I met 
Jessica in college. She completes me. THAT is my most profound way 
of saying that I could not live without her. We met when I 
accidently knocked her textbooks from the railing of the garden 
bridge in the Economies building. Her books went hurtling 15 feet 
to the goldfish pond below. When I lunged after the books to save 
them, Jessica joined them on their headlong flight. 

I am still getting crap about that!

We were married 6 days after graduation and moved into a little 
house with a porch and a hammock. (no garden bridges though). We 
had sex almost every night- and I couldn't help thinking of David's 
description of the act with Samantha. 

Jessica was one of the most inventive partners I had ever heard of. 
She was a little shy as I taught her the way that she could give me 
an orgasm- but she soon got over that. She is, to this day, the 
only woman I have been with, but I had heard stories in the locker 
room. One day she came to me and said that she was pregnant. I 
thought she was inventing another little game. Nine months later, 
she gave birth to my wonderful twin sons, Glenn and Randy, and the 
new game in town was the diaper dash. 

The day my sons turned eight, we were at a local park. We had been 
swimming and were changing back into our street clothes. Glenn and 
Randy were arguing with each other in a whispered voice- using that 
language that only twins understand. 

"Dad" Glenn piped up. "Why is your peepee different than ours?" 
Randy added. 

Jessica and I had discussed the inevitability of this question many 
times and had decided on the truth as the best course. Glenn and 
Randy were children during a time that was more strict than when I 
was a child. They had to understand that masturbation was met with 
severe penalties that were required by law since the religious 
moralists had taken so much influence in the new capital, Salt Lake 
City. (A new capital had to be found since Washington D.C. was 
flooded by the rising sea level.)

I decided that now was not the time to bother them with details- 
and promised them a full explanation when they got a little older. 
I did tell them that I had been born just like them, but had a 
surgery when I was 12. They seemed to accept that answer well 
enough. 

Four happy years passed before Jessica met me in the hall with one 
of the boy's briefs. A noticable cum stain was in the front of the 
material, and the cloth was severly wrinkled. 

"Tom, I found this hidden inside the bed post." Jessica informed 
me. "Maybe it's time you had a little talk with the boys?"

I agreed quickly and promised to confront them with the facts of 
life that evening. 

The boys were watching the holo after school as they usually did. 
They scoffed constantly at the plasma screen I kept in my office. 
They laughed because the picture was so much smaller than the one 
produced by their holo unit- and because the hardware couldn't be 
easily carried in your trouser pocket. 

"Randy" I called. "Glenn. Please come with me." I said, beckoning 
them into my office. I asked Randy to close the door when he came 
in, which he did- looking none to happy about his holo program 
interruption. 

"Life is full of hard choices..." I began. This produced a general 
sigh from the boys as they sensed what they thought was another 
boring lecture from Dad. They became VERY quiet though when I 
pulled out the old Playboy that my grandfather had hidden in his 
attic. Highly illegal material it was, but it got the attention of 
two horny twelve year-olds!

Now that I had their attention- I briefly explained the female 
form, organs, etc. I didn't cover those things in much detail 
because I knew that more qualified instructors were a click away 
through the holo unit in Randy's pocket.

Then I leaned back and began to tell my sons a story about a boy, 
his penis, and his sister. I spared no detail- and ended with a 
graphic description of David's castration. 

"So what does this have to do with us?" Randy asked.

I had actually expected that question from Glenn, but was secretly 
glad it had come from the more introverted of the two boys. If I 
had any masturbation problems from these two- I expected it from 
Randy more than Glenn. Girls were already calling almost non-stop 
for Glenn and I was almost certain that he had already lost his 
young virginity. I accessed the national law book to support my 
answer as I answered Randy's question

"A first offense of the decency act requires castration within one 
week." I told Randy. "There are no appeals,  there is no second 
chance." 

"But we don't..." Glenn trailed off as I dropped the soiled briefs 
onto my desk. 

"Listen boys." I explained. "I know you will masturbate. I know you 
can't help yourselves. Remember this: it is important- no VITAL 
that you do it only when you are by yourself- in your OWN rooms." I 
continued. "The law says that if you are caught in a public place- 
or viewed by anyone else in the act- that you are in violation of 
the decency act."

It was two very cowed boys that I sent to their rooms that night to 
think about what I had said. 

It was a year later that the dreaded message came. Actually it was 
two messages, since there was one for each of my sons. The Regards 
line of the first one said Glenn Keiler, while the second said 
Randy Keiler. Both were worded very simply and included an attached 
image segement showing the boys masturbating behind a hedge at the 
school to a pencil drawing of a young woman. 

Glenn and Randy were delivered to the house that evening about six 
o'clock. Both were obviously frightened out of their wits. The 
Moral Authority messaged me with instructions to deliver them in 
three days time to the punishment center to receive 
their 'treatment'. 

Jessica and I were obviously concerned- I mean, we weren't worried 
that we wouldn't have grandchildren (it is possible these days to 
create a new genome from the that of two partners- same sex or 
opposite). We were just worried about the changes that were coming 
for our sons. We stayed up all that night listening to the boys 
crying in their rooms. In the end- we decided to be supportive- but 
that we must also do our part to enforce the law by delivering them 
at the appointed time and place. 

The day dawned quickly and clear. The sun was brutally bright as I 
marched to the treatment center with Glenn's hand in mine. Randy 
was clutching his mother's hand tightly and his lower lip was 
quivering uncontrollably. We entered the center and were instructed 
by the marm inside to wait in room nineteen. The boys were to strip 
and wait for the nurses. The reception area was full of about fifty 
scared adolecents. The oldest must have been no older than fifteen, 
while the youngest was merely ten. I know this becuase the mother 
was arguing the childs age with the receptionist. The argument 
resulted in a security guard carrying the screaming boy into room 
six to await the nurse. The door slammed shut after them- erasing 
them from our world. 

Room nineteen's heavy door closed shut behind us to reveal four 
steel gurneys. The metal had been shaped to conform to the human 
figure- and the boys eyed the tables with much fear. They 
reluctantly undressed and stood- fidgeting where they were for 
seven minutes. Both boys jumped as the silence was broken by the 
creaking access door on the other side of the room. Two nurses 
swept in- the model of efficiency. The dark haired one ordered 
Glenn to assume a stomach down position on table two. The red 
headed nurse ordered Randy to assume the same position on table 
four. Both boys were crying uncontrollably now as they were quickly 
strapped into their positions. 

My sons were about to lose their manhood the same way David did 
those many years ago. Both were helplessly strapped to steel tables 
with their thighs parted. Their tender scrotums were exposed from 
behind to the view of the nurses who took their seats between my 
children's legs as they prepared their tools for the job at hand.

The dark haired nurse fingered Glenns tender sack and briefly 
hefted it in one hand before selecting what she felt were the 
appropriate tools for his castration. 

The other nurse was rolling Randy's testicles in their sack as she 
examined them from every direction. Her touch caused Randy to gasp, 
but her continued feeling and poking caused Randy's erection to 
begin. Since it was hanging down, it was quickly trapped against 
the steel of the table. 

The dark haired nurse drew first blood as Glenn yelped and then 
screamed as she stabbed the needle into his scrotum and emptied the 
vial of anesthetic into his sac. I protested, thinking that she was 
being a little rough with him- and was rebuffed with the explantion 
that this was a punishment, not a gentle surgery. 

Randy screamed as the needle found his sensitive sac and penetrated 
his manhood. 

Refusing to give up, I asked "Shouldn't you cause the boys to 
ejaculate one last time?" to which the dark haired nurse 
replied: "Not neccessary. The sperm already in the ducts will be re-
absorbed by the boy's body." she continued the longest explanation 
she would offer that day: "The sperm in the testicles is obviously 
un-important and will be dead within two hours when the testicles 
are incenerated as waste. Anyway, it's too late since the 
medication has already rendered the boys impotent." she said, 
turning back to her work kneading Glenn's testicles as they relaxed 
in their sac from the effects of the medication. 

Randy was first as the red headed nurse tightly gripped his scrotum 
in her hand and began cutting through the layers of skin. My son 
began crying uncontrollably as she was cutting and then screamed as 
she reached a layer that had not had time to be deadened by the 
anesthetic. The nurse injected some more drugs, and waited a few 
seconds while it took effect. 

During this time the dark haired nurse had opened Glenn's nutsack 
and was crimping the ducts and vessels closed with short vicious 
movements. 

Randy's sack was open and the red head was finishing the crimping 
just as Glenn's left testicle was cut away from his body. 

******

Both of my sons healed from the physical trauma, and have both 
reared two sons of their own. I am retired now, and have been 
without my Jessica these six long years. I feel that I will be 
going soon, and have no mortal interest in anything anymore- 
especially sex. As I wait here for the inevitable, I find my mind 
turning back more than sixty years to that day when I was twelve. I 
can feel it again- that burning in my penis as I spend my seed in 
the bathroom of the school. I can't answer the question you're 
asking- I don't know if I would do it again, but I also can't say 
that I wouldn't.