So my parents didn't like that I was a eunuch, but what could they do about it? Nothing that's what! What was done was done and there was no going back. There was no way I'd ever be a complete boy again and they knew it. I figured all I needed to do was give it a little time and things would cool down and everything would blow over. They couldn't stay mad forever.

I was upstairs in my room playing video games when I heard the doorbell ring and my mom answer it. I didn't bother to get up. I heard voices down stairs and after a while my mom called up tp me, "Nate please come down. There are some people here I'd like you to meet."

The people, I was told, were Conner Ray and Katie Jones. They were both young (about 25) and so clean cut and cheerfull that they reminded me of those Christians you see on TV, the ones who are so nice that they seem just a bit creepy. I wondered what they were doing in my house and why my mom wanted me to meet them. Katie, who was actually sort of pretty, said, Nate have you ever flown in a private jet before?"

I said, "No," not too many kids had. It seemed an odd way to start a conversation.

"Well have a look out the front window and tell me what you see," she said. I looked and told her that I saw a chauffeur driven limousine with its engine idiling right in front of my house.

Katie said, "Nate that limo is here for you. Conner and I are going to take you for a ride to the airport. Once there we are going for a flight on a private jet. Be a good boy and the pilot will let you into the cockpit. Now doesn't that sound like fun? You're leaving on an adventure."

It actually sounded pretty weird. Were these people for real? "Why are you doing this?" I asked.

"Because we need to get you to California," Katie replied. "You're going to love it there Nate, just think, no more cold Minnesota winters and lots of nice new friends."

"But what are you taking me to California?" I wanted to know. None of this made any sense.

"Nate," Conner replied. "You are a very lucky boy. Your parents have enrolled you in the Collins Academy. That's where Katie and I are taking you. The headmaster has told us to take extra good care you. It'll be the red carpet treatment all the way young man."

"What's the Collins Academy?" I asked.

"It's a very exclusive boarding school for very privileged boys," Conner said and he added, "Nate you're going to love it."

"But I'm not privileged and for that matter I'm not even a boy," I said. "You people are really starting to creep me out."

"Nate, Katie said, "You may not be a boy any longer but you are now privileged. Don't fight it and don't resist and we'll all have a wonderful time."

"You expect me to go with you right now?" I asked.

"Yes the jet is waiting. We have everything you need."

"You people are weird," I said, "and I'm not going anywhere with you."

Katie took out a small object from her hand bag. "Nate this is a tranqulizer gun. I really wish I didn't have to use it on you but you give me no choose. The gun make a little pop and I realized that she had shot me. There was a little dart sticking out of my chest.

"You bitch!" I said. "You shot me!" But I could hear my words starting to slur. The tranquilizer was starting to take effect. I felt very sleepy and it was hard to stand. Conner, who was about 6'6" and all muscle, stepped forward, pulled out the dart and lifted me up into his arms like I was a baby. I was too weak to resist. He held me very tenderly and kissed me as he rubbed my back. He whispered into my ear, "Dear little eunuch, you are going to sleep now and when you awake we'll have you in your new home all safe and sound." At that point everything went blank.

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When I awake I found that I was stretched out on a sofa in a very large and very posh office. I also discovered that my old cloths were gone. I had been stripped and someone had neatly dressed me in what looked like a British school boy's uniform. It was odd to think that someone had handled me and saw me naked when I was helpless.

An athletic man of about forty was sitting across from me. When he saw that I was awake he said, "Hello Nate, I'm headmaster Skinner and the two of us are going to be great friends. Welcome to Collins Academy."

Tentatively I got to my feet, walked over to the window and looked out. The grounds of the Academy were beautiful. "How much dose it cost to send a kid here," was the only thing I could think to ask.

"About 80,000 a year," the headmaster said.

"There is no way my parents could ever afford that." I said.

"Nate you are here on a full scholarship. You'll get a first class education and it wont cost your parents a cent."

"A scholarship?" I asked. "But I'm not that good a student."

"Perhaps not but I'm counting on you Nate to set a good example for the boys."

"And how do you think I'll do that?" I asked the headmaster.

"Nate," the headmaster said. "The Collins Academy is a school for privilaged but troubled boys. Some of our boys are simply a bit too aggressive. Others have sexual issues. In many cases I believe that their behavioral problems might be helped if they were castrated. But we can't order a boy to have that done against his will, that would be illegal. Each boy has to make that call for himself. A number of our boys are sitting on the fence so to speak. They know castration is right for them but no one wants to go first. No one wants to break the ice. What they need is to see a happy, well adjusted, nullo their own age to realize that sexual nullification is a perfectly exceptable option. That's where you come in Nate. You have been nullified of your own free will. You'll be able to answer their questions and allay their fears far better than any adult."

Just then there was a knock on the heavy wooden door. "Enter," the headmaster said. The door opened and in walked a very good looking boy my age or a little younger. He had long brown hair and I though he looked like a movie star even though he was wearing the same dorky Britsh school boy uniform I was.

"Nate, this is Mike," the headmaster said. "Mike is your new roommate and he'll be showing you the ropes."

Mike didn't look like a "troubled boy" to me at all. He looked so beautiful that I was sort of looking forward to rooming with him. But I was still mad at the way I had been treated. I wasn't some push over. "Headmaster," I said. "I was kidnapped by your goons and dressed in your uniform. I didn't say yes to any of that. What makes you think I'll go along with this?"

The headmaster said, "Mike bring the small wooden box on my desk over here." The boy did as he was told. "Open the box and show Nate what's inside," headmaster said.

Mike opened the box and I gasped in disbelief. In the box, perched on a little blue velvet pillow were my prefectly preserved genitals. They looked exactly as they had when I carried them between my legs.

Mike said, "The headmaster told me that these were once yours Nate."

I felt like I was naked. It was so strange seeing another kid, a boy that I liked and who I wanted to be liked by, holding my boyhood.

"As they say Nate, I have you by the balls," Headmaster said. "If you do good work for me I might give them back to you. But if you prove to be trouble I'll place your boy parts on a display in the school's front office for all to see. The choose is yours little eunuch."

(To be continued)