A young triathalon athlete learns he does better without his "boys".
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Millennium Athlete October 2000 is when I was conceived, on the continent of Australia. Mum was the gold medal winner in the womens cross-country bicycle event. She represented the USA. Dad was the silver medal winner in the mens cross-county bicycle event. He represented Germany. They met the night of the closing ceremonies and decided to ride around Australia for a few weeks before returning home. I was conceived during a night of hot passionate love making in a campsite somewhere near Melbourne. During that bicycle trip, my father, a mechanical engineer for Siemens, and my mother, an instructor of business administration at UCLA, formed a business alliance that lasts to this day. They decided to design and manufacture hi-tech racing bicycles. My parents never married. Instead, my mother resides in Los Angeles with her life partner/girlfriend and manages the US part of the new company. My father resides in Germany, near the French and Italian borders, where the final stages of the Tour De France are raced, an manages the research and development arm of the company. I lived with my mother exclusively until the age of 10, after which I started to spend 6 months with each parent. Since both of my parents are superb athletes, (my father won second overall place several times in the Tour), and since both are driven to succeed in all things athletic, I was under extreme pressure to do likewise. Since shortly after birth, I have been exposed to racing bicycles. At first in a carrier on the back of my mothers, and later on my own, specially designed hi-tech cycle that was designed by dad. Unfortunately, I always found bicycle racing to be boring. And so, to appease my parents, and to prove my own worth, I ventured into the sport of the triathlon. Thus, I could boost my parents pride because part of the triathlon involves cycling. My mother is also a world class swimmer, so I satisfied that pride as well. Finally, my dad is a superb runner, finishing second in many marathons world wide. I was provided with a triathlon coach as soon as I stated my desire at age 10. He was a champion in the sport at UCLA until (it is said) his knees gave out. At 25, Chris was in superb shape, and strong. He made me work hard when I was in LA, with workouts on a daily basis. When I reached the age of 12, and puberty started to kick in, I realized that I adored Chris. I began to flirt with him, only to be told to work harder. I would go out of my way to make sure he saw me in tight shorts, or is my underwear, or even naked, as I went to the shower, or dressed. He only responded by ignoring my exhibitionism. At age 14, I was a winner. I had already competed locally and statewide and had taken gold in each try. My parents provided me with all the latest in hi-tech gear and clothing. That summer I would participate in the international meet in France. Since Chris would accompany me to Europe, I was really anticipating the trip. At night I would lie on my bed, masturbating sometimes 2 times a night, my sexual fantasies filled with the affair that I was going to initiate with Chris. You see, through all the years, I had never known Chris to date a woman. I had however, occasionally seen him in the company of young men, but rarely the same one twice. At age 14 I had another problem though. My testicles were growing fast. As a prepubescent boy, I had always worn proper protection for my genitals, but now, no matter what kind of supporter I wore, my balls were constantly being irritated by my athletic efforts. My penis was growing too, at a slower pace, but I could hold it up out of the way. I believed that the irritation was beginning to affect my performance. Near the end of recent events, my balls ached so much I could hardly make the finish line. I always had such a large lead, it didnt matter. But the second place finishers were getting closer. A few months before we left for Germany, I was rummaging through the free samples of products that my mother was constantly getting from manufacturers, trying to find a better designed supporter. Many of the products were experimental and had been provided for marketing purposes, not for actual use. Unknown to me, some were faulty in design and were being redesigned. I found a cool looking strap though. It was made of a black fiber and felt really soft. I looked at the label and it said something like 50% composite carbon fiber I never figured a carbon based fiber to be soft but it was. I had a local race that afternoon so I took the strap with me. Chris drove his van as usual and I started to get ready as soon as we arrived. Part of my flirtation was to take all of my street clothes off first and spend some time naked. Chris as usual left the van so I could dress in private. I put the strap on first. The leg straps were similar to a normal strap, but it had a special ball pouch that expanded to fit over my nuts and then closed back up. After I got the strap on, I put on my speedos for the first part of the race. After the 2 mile swim, I would change into my biking shorts for the 20 mile ride. I would run the 10 mile marathon in the shorts as well. I would keep the strap on for the entire race. I was doing well as usual through the entire swim. I had a 30 second lead when I climbed onto the bike, and was increasing my lead when the pain started about 1 mile into the race. It felt like my nuts were in a vise. It wasnt the usual pain but totally different. My training and competitive attitude kicked in and the pain seemed to diminish as I pumped my legs even faster. My balls were feeling kind of weird when I finished the bike race. They felt like they had lead weights tied to them. I didnt stop though. I dropped the bike and started my normal start of race kick to set a blistering pace. I now had a several minute lead. At the 7 mile marker, the pain started to get worse again. I was starting to get fatigued, something that had never happened before. I increased my pace as best I could but this time the pain didnt diminish. Instead it moved into my abdomen. I had been racing for nearly 4 hours now. I knew I would not win when other racers started to pass me. I was beginning to doubt if I would even finish. Then, at mile 8 I collapsed and passed out. When I woke up, I was in the hospital. Mum was standing on one side and Chris on the other. Mum was holding my hand. She was crying. I looked at Chris. He had a strange look on his face. A few hours later I was in a regular room. Mum had left for a business thing, since I was out of all danger. Chris was sitting next to me. After the nurse left, Chris said he had some bad news for me. He told me that I had suffered from an injury called testicle torsion. He said that the strap I was wearing had started to un-bond from exposure to the cold water of the swim. The fibers had come apart from each other and started to wind around my scrotum. Then when I started riding, they got even more twisted and had shrunk when the heat from my body had increased. He told me that the strap had literally strangled my nut sack and cut off the blood to both testes. Then he told me the really bad news. When the doctor had opened my nut sack to see the damage he discovered that both balls had died due to lack of blood. He told my mum he had to remove both immediately so I didnt experience other problems. She had reluctantly agreed. I didnt sleep well that night. Besides becoming a eunuch, I was despondent because I thought I had missed my chance at seducing Chris. How could a hunk like Chris find a nutless boy of any interest? The doctor talked to me several days later. He told me that even though the strap had probably caused some of the problems, my testicles were already on the way to disaster. He told me there was far more torsion than could have been caused by the strap. He asked if I had been having trouble because of their size. I told him I had and he said that both showed signs of tumor development. He concluded by telling me that I probably would have developed testicular cancer within the year. Then he told me the good news. He said that there was no sign that the cancer had started to spread, and because the removal had been so easy (for him at least) that I would be fully recovered with 1 month. I asked if I could still participate in the upcoming triathlon and he told me absolutely yes. Fortunately, I had already secured my place in the race, and the determination of gender wasnt based on the presence or absence of testicles. He told me I could swim or run, but to stay off of my bicycle for at least 1 month to give the stitches time to heal. He went on to tell me that because of the oversized balls, my sac had grown excessively large, so when he took my nuts he had also reduced the scrotum. He left some pouch in case I wanted to consider artificial balls at some point. Three week later I was on my bike. During the weeks I had tested my swimming and running ability and had discovered that the lack of testes was actually a benefit. I no longer held back subconsciously, trying to avoid damage due to extreme effort. Instead I could give my all with no fear. The same proved true on my bicycle. I actually did better time trials now that I was a gelded boy. Chris worked me hard. I had a different attitude now. Although I was using testosterone patches (I at least wanted to get my voice to something besides its present adolescent cackle), my sex drive seemed to be diminished, and I didnt seem to have the same lust for Chris. Instead, I felt different emotions, more brotherly, for him. Just before we were scheduled to depart, Chris asked me to his apartment. When I arrived, he started to remove his shorts, telling me he wanted me to see something. He stood there totally naked in front of me. His flaccid penis hung limply between legs that had been scarred. He lifted his limp penis to show me the small empty sac. Then he told me, that in his last race he had been involved in a terrible accident. One rider had been fatally injured and he had lost both testes as well as some nerves in his groin. Now I understood why he would always walk away when I was being amorous. I asked him about the young men I saw him with an he told me that he occasionally brought home a call boy to service his needs from behind. Apparently, he could still have an orgasm when someone penetrated him. Our relationship grew from that point onward. I went on to win the race in record time. Chris and I spent our free time together. I eventually moved in to his apartment with him, where we would invite fully functional males from time to time to service our needs. [email protected]