Co-Ed Prep School (Part Two)

Disrespectful boy learns his manners and his place in life at a no-
nonsense prep-school

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Co-Ed Prep School  (Part 2)

 “See you later, roomie”, she said as she headed out the door.  
Billy looked around and made sure that nothing was left out of 
place in the room.  Ms. Bailey sometimes pulled surprise visits and 
heaven help any boy who left a room in a mess.  Billy then went 
downstairs to find out what he had been scheduled for.  In only a 
few weeks, this routine became familiar to Billy and it quickly 
seemed that he had always been there.  Then came the day when he 
was summoned to Ms. Bailey’s study and she removed the healing 
studs from his penis and scrotum and inserted his ring.  Billy 
almost felt relief at this as he knew it would ensure he could not 
get another erection in front of Cindy.  Ms. Bailey epoxied the 
ball screw, and Billy was now permanently ringed down.

A few months passed and Cindy told him that Alan, the fourteen year 
old was scheduled to be castrated.  She said that Betty, his 
roommate, had found semen stains in his panties this morning when 
she checked him.  She told Ms. Bailey and she had called her 
veterinary friend, who would be there next Saturday.  Billy now 
remembered how depressed and worried Alan had seemed this morning 
in the shower.  The veterinary doctor arrived early Saturday 
morning and she and Ms. Bailey went into the infirmary to prepare 
things for Alan.  Then they sent for his roommate Betty to bring 
him down to them.

Billy did not see Alan again for almost two weeks.  Ten days after 
she had neutered him, the lady vet returned to remove the stitches 
from his empty scrotum and check him out.  The following morning, 
Alan was back in the shower room and Billy could plainly see the 
still somewhat red and puffy suture lines on either side of his 
shrunken sac.  Alan was very quiet and seemed a bit depressed, so 
Billy did not ask him about the operation, even though he was 
extremely curious as to how they did it, what it felt like, and 
whether there was any pain when they took his testicles from him.  

Now time passed quickly and Billy advanced through the basic 
classes in housekeeping and home economics.  He had turned fourteen 
just a month before and was now learning the intricacies of hair 
care and styling, applying makeup to Cindy and other girls, 
manicures, and pedicures.  Although he tried to ignore it, he knew 
he had entered puberty.  He tried to immerse himself in his lessons 
and courses, but the nagging knowledge that his own time was 
steadily approaching made him depressed.  He began to inspect 
himself as closely as Cindy now did every morning.  In horror, he 
watched as his first pubic hairs made their appearance, and just as 
quickly he used Cindy’s tweezers to pluck them out.  But nothing 
could halt the gradual lengthening and thickening of his penis and 
the slow but inexorable growth of his testicles.  The connecting 
ring between his penis and the back of his scrotum grew tighter and 
tighter by the month, and he knew it wouldn’t be long.

Then he began to again have problems with erections, but these were 
spontaneous - not in reaction to any specific incident or thought.  
He would be ironing towels and suddenly, his penis began to pull 
painfully on its restraining ring.  He would have to pause while 
the pain mounted to a point where his penis subsided.  And then it 
finally happened.  He awoke one morning to a strange sensation and 
found his panties were glued to his crotch.  He could not secretly 
change panties as ever since he began puberty, Cindy kept them 
locked away and only gave him a new pair each morning after she had 
checked him.  

Suddenly, he didn’t care any more, he was tired of all the agony of 
suspense, the worry, the anxiety.  With a sudden rush of insight, 
he found he actually wanted it to be over.  Without those two 
little hormone factories, he would be free of the painful erection 
attempts, the ever increasing thoughts of sex, and the 
uncomfortable full and heavy feeling he had lately been 
experiencing in his groin.  So, he got up and walked over to 
Cindy’s bed and gently shook her.

When she was awake, he told her “Cindy, it’s happened.  I had a 
sleep ejaculation sometime last night.”   Cindy said she would 
report the incident to Ms. Bailey as soon as she got downstairs for 
breakfast.  Then she said to Billy, “Don’t worry, I’m sure it will 
be for the best.  I really think you will feel much better when 
those things are finally gone.”  To her surprise, Billy said that 
he now agreed with her.  “To tell you the truth, I’m sick and tired 
of all the problems they’re causing me.  I just hope it doesn’t 
hurt too much when they cut them off.”  Cindy said that she had 
heard that they always gave shots of anesthetic when they castrated 
a boy.  They weren’t trying to be cruel or anything like that, it 
just something that had to be done for the boy’s own good.  Since 
today was a Thursday, Billy knew that he had only two days left, as 
the lady vet always scheduled her visits on Saturday morning. 

He was told to stay in the room Saturday morning.  He heard the 
doorbell ring and knew that the lady vet had arrived.  Soon after, 
Cindy came up and said he was to follow her downstairs.  She led 
him into the infirmary and he saw that Ms. Bailey and the doctor 
were still preparing for him.  Ms. Bailey called him over and told 
him to take off his panties.  She used a special tool to cut his 
ring in two places and then removed it.  His penis bounced free for 
the first time since his arrival years before.  

Ms. Bailey told Cindy to take him to the boy’s bathroom and to have 
him shower thoroughly and make sure his genital area was especially 
clean.  Billy didn’t even notice that he was completely nude as he 
followed Cindy upstairs, past the watching eyes of all of the rest 
of the girls.  Cindy told him to shower and he washed himself 
carefully.  Then the curtain was pulled back and Cindy told him she 
had to make sure his genitals were done properly.  She squeezed 
shampoo from a bottle on her hands and then began to massage and 
knead Billy’s penis and scrotum.  

He gasped in horror as his now unrestrained penis shot up in 
instant erection.  “Don’t worry Billy”, Cindy said.  “I won’t 
tell.  You’ve been a real good roommate to me and I really like 
you, so I’m going to give you a special present, but you have to 
promise not to tell or I’ll be in trouble.”  Billy nodded his 
assent, and Cindy gave a small giggle as she grasped his erection.  
With one hand she began to pump his rock-hard penis and with the 
other, she cupped his balls and massaged them.

Billy had never felt such sensations in his life and his knees 
nearly buckled under him.  Cindy’s warm, soap-slick hands continued 
their ministrations and in only a few moments, Billy felt the build-
up of the first and only conscious ejaculation he would ever have.  
He was swept along as the pressure seemed to grow inside of him.  
It built and built until he was afraid he would cry out, and then 
it happened.  He did give out a small cry as it felt as if a dam 
had broken somewhere up inside, and a flood was suddenly let 
loose.  
He began to buck and thrust against Cindy’s pumping hand and she 
felt his penis swell even larger.  He arched back and suddenly, 
stringy globs of shining sticky, semen began to spurt from his 
penis.  They struck the shower walls and the tub and slowly ran 
down on shiny tracks.  Cindy was amazed as Billy kept spurting and 
spurting, but eventually, he pumped himself dry.  His breath was 
coming in ragged sobs as he nearly fainted from the overload of 
sensations.  

Cindy let him recover before she took his rapidly deflating penis 
again in hand to squeeze and strip out the remaining semen in his 
urethra.  He shuddered and gasped at this as his penis was now 
super-sensitive.  When he had recovered completely, she told him 
they had best hurry and washed his now completely flaccid penis 
again.  She had him dry off, and then said, “Well, I guess it’s 
time Billy”, and led him out the door and back downstairs.  Ms. 
Bailey and the vet had finished their preparations and Billy was 
immediately strapped to the table.  His legs were positioned in 
stirrups which were adjusted to open his legs wide and to raise 
them.  Cindy turned to leave, but the lady vet asked if she wanted 
to stay and watch.  Cindy said to Billy, “Would you like for me to 
stay?”, and Billy said he would appreciate it as he felt so 
helpless.

Ms. Bailey said it would be all right, and Cindy stood next to 
Billy and held his hand.  The vet now wiped Billy’s groin with 
antiseptic pads and taped his flaccid penis up against his belly to 
keep it out of the way.  She had already prepared the syringes of 
xylocaine, and without further delay took one up.  She positioned 
the tip of the needle approximately one inch from the top right 
side of the base of his penis, about the “10:30” position on a 
clock.  

She explained that his right spermatic cord ran up just under that 
area and could be anesthetized before any direct injections into 
Billy’s scrotum were made.  Billy winced as the sharp needle was 
inserted, but had to bite his lip when the liquid was injected.  It 
burned like fire and felt like a wasp sting.  But just as suddenly, 
the sting disappeared as the powerful anesthetic took effect.  The 
vet injected half of the syringe and then repositioned the needle 
in the same spot over the left side of Billy’s penis.  Again he 
felt the white-hot sting as she injected him, followed by the quick 
deadening of sensation in the area.  She waited a few moments, and 
then took up Billy’s right testicle in her hand.  She gently 
squeezed it and asked him if he could feel any pain.  Billy replied 
that he could just feel her fingers, but there was no pain as yet.

The woman squeezed harder and again asked if there was pain.  Billy 
said that there was a little, but it wasn’t bad at all.  Now the 
woman felt in Billy’s soft velvety-skinned sac for the cord to his 
right testicle.   She found it and rolled it in her fingers so it 
bulged up tightly just under the scrotal skin.  She inserted the 
needle and aspirated the plunger to make sure she was not in the 
artery or vein.  Then she injected the cord.  

She repeated this procedure on the left cord, and then made a 
series of shallow injections in a line down each side of Billy’s 
scrotum.  Again she waited a minute or two, and then used a needle 
to test for numbness.  She asked Billy if he felt anything as she 
slowly jabbed his scrotum.  He said that he did not, and then she 
slowly inserted the needle directly into Billy’s testicles.  He 
again said he could not feel it, and the vet said that they were 
ready to begin.

She picked up a scalpel and began to make a series of shallow cuts 
down the line of injections in the front left side of Billy’s 
scrotum.  She cut through layer by layer until she had reached the 
tough outer covering of the gland.  She injected the connecting 
tissues inside the scrotum and carefully cut them until Billy’s 
left testicle was free to be extracted out from the incision in his 
scrotum.  With her hand, she stretched out the testicle on its cord 
as far as she could.  Then, with a pair of forceps, she clamped off 
the cord where it emerged from the incision in the scrotum.  

The long jaws of the forceps prevented the cord and testicle from 
retracting back inside when she released it.  With her hands now 
free, she took up a length of suture and a curved needle.  She 
pierced the cord just where it emerged from the scrotum and wound 
it around several times before tying it tightly off with a knot.  
She cut the ends of the suture close to the knot and moved to 
Billy’s right side.  She repeated the process and soon, Billy’s 
right testicle also dangled outside his sac from its tied-off cord.

Now the woman took up a pair of surgical snips and once again 
gently stretched out Billy’s left testicle.  She opened the razor 
sharp blades of the jaws and positioned them just down from the 
tied-off point.  She looked at Ms. Bailey who simply nodded her 
head, and closed the handles of the snips.  Billy’s left testicle 
and its trailing length of cord were now in the woman’s hand and 
she held them up for Cindy to see.  Cindy smiled weakly at Billy 
and told him that it was nearly over.  The woman slowly unclamped 
the pair of forceps on the left cord and nodded in satisfaction 
that there was no bleeding.  

Now she moved to Billy’s right testicle and it too was stretched 
out.  The snips were positioned, and Ms. Bailey gave her assenting 
head nod.  The blades made the faintest crunching sound as they 
sliced through the cord and it was done; Billy was a eunuch.  
Again, the clamped forceps were slowly released and there was no 
bleeding.  The vet tucked the sutured ends of the cords up inside 
the scrotal incisions and used absorbing suture to close the inner 
layers of Billy’s scrotum.  Then, she used black silk suture with a 
small curved needle to close the incisions.  She wiped Billy with a 
sterile pad, taped a loose gauze bandage over each incision, and 
announced that they were done.  Cindy smiled at Billy and said he 
had been very brave.

They unstrapped Billy and helped him from the table, and he found 
his legs were so shaky he could hardly walk.  Ms. Bailey told Cindy 
to help him to bed and that he would remain there for a few days.  
The lady vet said that Cindy should change his bandages every 
morning and evening, and that she would be back later to remove his 
stitches.  Cindy got Billy upstairs, again past the curious eyes of 
the rest of the girls.  

The vet had left pain pills for Billy for when the injections wore 
off, and he needed them.  He felt as if he had been kicked 
repeatedly in the crotch.  For the first few days, the area swelled 
up and was very sore, but that began to subside on the fifth day.  
Cindy kept his bandages changed and looked for any sign of 
infection.  She had instructions to call Ms. Bailey if she did.  
But Billy continued to heal cleanly and by the eighth day, was 
feeling much better.  The vet called and said she would be out in 
two days to remove stitches and check on the results.

Billy walked downstairs, still nude except for his bandages, as the 
vet waited.  He still walked very carefully, slightly bowlegged to 
prevent the area from rubbing together.  Newly castrated boys 
always did this and it brought a small smile of amusement to the 
faces of Ms. Bailey and the vet.  Billy stood before the seated 
woman who removed his final bandages.  “Oh, this is fine”, she 
said.  “He won’t have the least problem with lumpy scars or 
anything.  These young boys heal so much better than older boys or 
men; the skin of their little sacs is so thin and soft that it 
heals almost without a scar.”  With a pair of small snips, the vet 
cut the sutures in Billy’s scrotum.  Then she used tweezers to 
pluck each cut thread from the skin.  This stung a bit, but Billy 
managed to keep from fidgeting.  Then it was done and Ms. Bailey 
noted how the swelling had already largely gone down.  

Without his boy-testicles to keep it distended, Billy’s sac had 
already begun to shrink.  As young as he was, she knew that in six 
months or so, it would disappear entirely and he would be 
completely smooth under his little penis.  He did not have one of 
the locking oblong rings reapplied as Ms. Bailey knew from 
experience that boys as young as Billy became totally impotent soon 
after castration.  Besides, she also knew that newly castrated boys 
were afraid it would hurt “down there” if they masturbated, and 
would resist the urge.  She had his final “token reminder” ring 
ready and slipped the open end through his frenum piercing.  She 
applied a drop of epoxy to the threads, screwed it tightly shut, 
and that was that.  Cindy gave him clean panties and for the first 
time since his castration, he put a pair on.  

Immediately, he sensed that the fit and feel was much better than 
before.  No longer was he uncomfortably squashed by the tight 
fabric under his crotch, he now had plenty of room.  Billy returned 
to his classes and duties where he had left off and was soon 
scheduled for the advanced courses in personal skills training.  
Every ten days, he was summoned to the infirmary by Ms. Bailey and 
tested for erection and ejaculation ability.  She used an electric 
massager on his penis and at first, he still erected.  But, by the 
fourth test, he could barely get it half erect.  With a gloved 
finger, she manually probed and massaged his little prostate gland 
to see if he would ejaculate.  He surprised her the first couple of 
times, spurting strongly without warning.  But that also quickly 
faded and as she tested him for the fifth time, Billy could not get 
an erection at all and no amount of prostate massage produced more 
than a single tiny drop of clear fluid at the tip of his limp penis.

The sixth test was a repeat of the fifth, and nothing Ms. Bailey 
could do could coax Billy’s limp little member to even so much as 
twitch.  She asked him if he still had urges to play with himself 
or had sexual thoughts of any kind.  Billy reddened somewhat and 
said, “Honest Ms. Bailey, I haven’t had even the slightest desire 
to even touch myself, and I sure haven’t had any thoughts about sex 
or anything for over a month or more.”  Satisfied that he was now 
permanently “de-sexed”, Ms. Bailey let him return to his duties.  

Soon, he found himself learning how to give bath service to Cindy 
and other girls.  On a rotating basis, the older eunuch boys found 
themselves assigned to the girl’s bathroom.  There, they dispensed 
soap and towels, scrubbed backs when requested, and dried the girls 
off.  Sometimes they even applied body powder.  The girls loved 
this attention and were not in the slightest hesitant to be served 
by the sexless boys.  Billy also began instruction on how to give 
massages, both relaxing, vigorous therapeutic rub-downs, and then 
the slower, gentler erotic massages.  
The girls had their own sauna and massage room next to their 
upstairs bathroom, and Billy found he had a natural talent for this 
sort of thing.  He could bring any of the girls to shuddering 
orgasms with his soft, oiled fingers and they all begged Ms. Bailey 
to make him do double shifts in the sauna.  But Billy found his 
special niche at the prep school when he was instructed by a hired 
professional on how to serve women orally.  He also seemed to have 
a natural knack for this and soon became an expert at reading a 
girl’s body language.  He knew without her telling him if he should 
go faster or slower, deeper or shallower, heavier or softer, higher 
or lower.  

He could gauge exactly where a girl was on the road to orgasm, and 
could speed her up or slow her down so that when he finally did 
bring her over the edge, it was always exquisitely intense, body 
shuddering, and long lasting.  He was also by now even proud of the 
fact that he could provide all the intensely personal services to 
not only Cindy but the other girls as well without even a stray 
sexual thought of his own.  He could concentrate exclusively on the 
girls’ pleasure and state of orgasm rather than have to think about 
his own pleasure.  Under his sheer pink panties, his penis never 
stirred as he massaged, fondled, and licked the girls to ecstasy 
and beyond.  

He had noted with some amusement that his penis had shrunk over the 
last half year, and now just made a barely noticeable bump in the 
front of his panties.  Even in the shower under the hot water, it 
was now only slightly more than one inch long and a half inch in 
diameter.  In the cool of the residence and school and while 
wearing his panties, only the ring kept it from retracting back 
completely up inside his body.

Time passed ever more quickly and suddenly, Billy was due to 
“graduate.”  He had no idea of where he would go or how he would 
get there, and for a while was genuinely worried about his future.  
The surprise came in another month when his mother showed up to 
claim him.  She arrived with a much younger woman named Susan, and 
from the first, she made it plain that she and Susan were lovers.  
Donna Andrews had found her true inclination in life and it 
definitely wasn’t as a wife to some man.  Ms. Bailey had Billy 
serve the tea and sweet biscuits and Donna marveled at the 
transformation in her son.  He had to lower his panties so that 
Donna and Susan could see that he was truly a eunuch and that he 
could not be excited by any means into an erection.  

Donna was most pleased to learn that Billy now had the knowledge 
and skills to run an efficient household as well as provide 
services of just about every kind.  She was also pleased that Billy 
would fit right in with their lifestyle and that they would not 
have to hide their activities from him.  After they had been back 
at home for a time, Donna and Susan eventually reasoned that since 
Billy was completely sexless, they could use him to assist them in 
their various sexual activities.  Eventually, Donna let all her 
other Lesbian friends know about Billy.  

Sometimes there were wild sex parties at Donna’s house and he was 
made to serve in numerous ways.  Donna liked to tie him naked on 
his back to the coffee table, and then show off her genuine eunuch 
son to all her friends.  She would put a blindfold on him and 
during the course of the party, various women would straddle his 
face and he would be forced to serve them orally.  
Some women found it not only amusing, but extremely pleasurable to 
straddle his hips and rub their pussies over his shrunken stub of a 
penis.  Of course, penetration was physically impossible and not 
really even intended, but they soon found that the tiny nub of 
rubbery flesh was just the right size and texture to provide 
excellent clitoral stimulation.  

More than one guest brought herself to multiple orgasms by sliding 
herself up and down on his oiled little stub.  For a lot of the 
Lesbian women, the thought of using a young, castrated, ex-male as 
the source of their intense pleasure was just too inviting to pass 
up.  By the end of one of these evenings, Billy’s jaws would be 
aching from all the oral service he had provided.  His tiny little 
cock would be nearly scraped raw from all of the coarse pubic hair 
on the pussies of the women who slid and rubbed themselves 
frantically on it. 

Billy soon learned to take it all in stride and found that he 
himself was most pleased when he could provide the most pleasure to 
his mother and her friends.  When he was eighteen, his mother 
married him off to the daughter of one of her Lesbian friends.  
From then on, he served as her domestic house-slave and occasional 
sex toy while she pursued her business career and conducted her 
real sex life with other Lesbian young women.