Add A Zero, after the game.

Tim explains what happens after the show.

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As the house lights dim, everyone is brought back stage. A male 
nurse, dressed in white, approached me. 
"Son if you could just sit up here, we have a booster shot for you, 
and we’ll do some follow-up work."
"Is he Okay?" asked Yolanda, sounding worried.
"Oh sure, this is standard. Put your legs in these sturips. Right. 
Now give me that shirt." I reluctantly gave up the shirt covering 
my crotch. Yolanda and some of her friends gathered around. One is 
using a cam-corder, which I knew is against the rules.
"What are you going to do now?" I asked the nurse.
"Well, we are going to cut these balls off, and sew up what’s left."
Yolanda sounded offended, "You mean I didn’t really geld him?"
"Oh, you got him good! You hardly left any sack for me to work 
with."
"Sorry."
"We just don’t want him to run around for a month with a bag of 
rotting flesh hanging between his legs." 
"Yuck!"
"But no need to apologize, it will give him a tight, smooth scar."
"Does everyone have to watch now?" I protested pointing at the cam-
corder.
"I’m almost finished. Look kids, I’ve stitched it up like a ‘Y’, in 
honor of our big winner."
"Oh everyone! Look! A ‘Y’ for "Yolanda’!" Yolanda’s friends came 
over for a polite gaze. Cam-corder boy focused in.
"Where’s my penis?"
"Has someone seen this boy’s dick?" the nurse shouted out. "It’s 
not like I can put it back on, once it’s been to minus a thousand 
degrees."
"God! I just want to see it. Yolanda had it last."
"I put it down so Mr. Filman could give me the money. Doesn’t that 
hurt at all?"
"I just shot him up again, and we’ll send him home with some 
sleeping pills, but in the morning…!"
"Yolanda? Miss Yolanda?" Revis called from the other side of the 
room. "Your REAL check is ready." Yolanda and her entourage moved 
off.
"Now don’t pull that tube out for at least a week."
"God! I’m never going to listen to my folks again."
"Don’t be blaming them, kid. You know damn well what happens on Add 
a Zero. We got monitors back here too (chuckles). You were hard the 
whole time."
"I couldn’t help that."
"Yeah, and you couldn’t help watching the show every week, and 
begging your folks to send in the application…"
"I didn’t beg…"
"You were the first one to bring it up. Weren’t you?"
An awkward silence followed as I couldn’t think up an answer that 
didn’t sound like a total lie.
"And when she was popping that band off the posts you weren’t 
thinking about your balls, you were thinking ‘Are all my classmates 
watching? Is my teacher watching?’ and when she squeezed the handle 
on the clippers you were thinking ‘What will they say when I get 
back in gym class? Who videotaped the show?’ You were loving it. 
All you contestants do."
 "You mean all we get is this stupid board game?" I heard mom moan 
to one of the show’s producers.
"Well, we might want to use some excerpts from this episode for 
promotional purposes. That would involve some compensation.  If you 
would just come this way…"

Within a week, even before I went back to school, I got hundreds of 
letters from girls, many with pictures, saying how sad they felt 
for me. How their parents were just as insensitive, and hoping that 
I would write them back to tell them how I was getting along. In 
addition I got letters from dozens of boys, many saying almost 
exactly the same thing, but they often asked how I had got to be a 
contestant. The mail was brought to me by a woman from the studio, 
and she told me that the boys who "you know, REALLY lose," always 
get the most mail. They did use shots of me in the latest promos, 
but it didn’t include the banding, or even the pruning sheers. The 
spot consisted of a quick succession of pretty girls ripping the 
clothes off of shackled boys, mine was the segment with the least 
hair and the springiest erection. After the second day my best 
friend, Joey Garcia, came over, to ask if I was all right. He told 
me he was jealous of all the letters from pretty girls, and that he 
just happened to have recorded the show, and asked if, well, I 
wanted to watch it with him and a couple girls from school who 
begged him to ask me.
"Who? Which girls?"
"Well, Sandra is one of them," he hinted.
"Sandra Mason?"
"Yeah. And Cindy Madowski."
"Didn’t she see it the first time?"
"Who?"
"Sandra!"
"Yeah, she sure did, that was all she talked about the next day. 
But she wants to see it with you."

So the next day I waddled over to Joey’s, which is only three doors 
away. I often went there after school to get away from my sisters. 
Joey’s mom worked and so he had the house to himself until six at 
least. He and the girls were already there. He already had the 
curtains in the rec-room drawn when I came in, and he put in the 
tape as soon as I sat down. They all clapped when I came on stage, 
and already Joey’s hands were wandering all over Cindy’s chest, but 
I was afraid to start that with Sandra. When my folks missed the 
first question, the kids all leaned towards the TV and moaned 
sympathetically as the clothes were ripped off me. Sandra giggled 
when they focused on my erection. "I couldn’t help it!" I 
protested. "Look," Cindy shouted, Joey is that way now! I’d like to 
see that happen to you, big boy."
"What?"
"You’re clothes ripped off!"
"How about you, Sandra?"
"Sure."
The tape was stopped and Joey did a slow strip tease for the girls. 
We could all see his hard-on even before his underwear came off. 
The girls giggled when it popped out. Joey had grown some hair 
since I last saw him naked, at summer camp. He had a naughty look 
in his eyes which I had never seen before. He and his erection 
plopped down again right next to Cindy as if nothing were 
different. At first the girls were fascinated, but then they 
started ignoring Joey and asked to start the tape again. We watched 
some more quietly, until my parents got to the next wrong question 
and Joey announced, "Okay, here it comes." They all squirmed as 
Yolanda’s black fingers tugged my pale balls through the ring of 
the stretched rubber band. They counted out loud as she clumsily 
pushes the tight band off each of the posts: "Three, Two, One, 
OHHH." I tried to put a brave face on it, and turn towards the 
others with a dumb smile, to see not only Joey kneeding one of 
Cindy’s breasts, but Cindy’s fist moving over Joey’s stiffy.
"Is it still there?" Sandra asks.
"What?"
"The rubber band, silly!"
"No. A nurse cuts it off after the show."
"So you still have your balls?"
"He cut them off too. It’s too late to save them."
"Oh, and a male nurse?"
"Yeah."
 Sandra goes back to watching the show. They fast forward through 
the commercials and some of the correct answers until Joey 
shouts "Okay, PLAY, a good part is coming again. Look at how purple 
his balls are!" I glance over again, and Cindy is steadily working 
on Joey, although her eyes remain glued to the TV.
"Here comes the part when he pees," she said without missing a beat.
"Why did you pee like that?"
"I just did, I was really surprised when they bet the last time."
"OK, here it comes!"
"Run it Slo-mo."
"No, it gets all fuzzy. Just watch."
They all moan when Revis announces ‘that’s incorrect’  then Joey 
stops his squeezing as they watch the picture bounce between my 
exasperated face and the frost covered blades sink into my 
helpless, tight erection. 
"Ohhhh." Joey sighs and I look to see his penis spasm into Cindy’s 
hand. Strings of white goo shoot out. The girls giggle and stare as 
fascinated with it as I am with this event. ‘What was that about?’ 
I wonder.  "God, that was good!" he moans. They stop the tape just 
when the smiling Yolanda holds my penis up to the camera. "Hey what 
happened to it?" Joey asked.
"I don’t know. I think one of Yolanda’s friends took it."
Cindy is whispering into Joey’s ear while  he is cleaning himself 
with a tissue.
"No, you can ask him."
"Should I?"
"Yeah, sure."
"Tim, can you… ah…"
"Show us Tim, the girls want to see." Joey interrupts.
Sandra doesn’t ask but just looks at me eagerly.
"It’ kind of ugly, the stitches are still in."
"How do you pee now?"
"There was a little plastic tube, I just had it taken out today."
"We want to see."
"No, I don’t want to."
Cindy again whispers into Joey’s ear.
"Com’on Tim," I notice he is still erect. "Hey girls, let’s all get 
naked. How about that Tim? You always say you wanted to see 
Sandra…."
"Shut up!" I shout, turning red.
"Com’on, I’m naked, it ain’t bad. I like it! Feels nice." Joey gets 
up and walks over to me, his hairy erection swaying in front of 
him. He leans over to whisper into my ear, and I have an almost 
uncontrollable urge to reach out and hold his penis. "Com’on man! 
If we get them naked who knows what can HAPPEN, you get me? You 
WANT to see them!"
"Yeah."
"They saw you dickless on TV with a billion other people! Jesus, 
you ruining it for ME now!"
"Yeah, alright," I announce for Joey,  "If you girls want to."
"Yeah."
"Sure."
I wait as the girls pull off their shirts and wiggle out of their 
jeans. Joey stands there grinning like an idiot holding his 
throbbing dick. Once in their underwear they pause and I take it as 
a cue to slowly unbutton my shirt, kick off my shoes, and push down 
and step out of my shorts, leaving me and the girls in the same 
state. I pull off my shirt. They in turn awkwardly pull off their 
bras, exposing half developed, yet fascinating breasts. Joey is 
breathing through his mouth now. I put my thumbs into the elastic 
of my underwear, and we seem to agree without speaking that the 
last step is to be done simultaneously. I look down at my stocking 
feet and then push down and pull away my underpants without looking 
up.
"Christ, they did get your balls too." Joey was first to comment.
"Jesus, he’s like a girl." Cindy sounds disappointed.  It is my 
turn to see them. The fuzzy triangles between their legs made me 
more curious than satisfied. I keep looking at Sandra who remained 
silent. I feel the little stub that is left of my penis straining 
painfully against Yolanda’s ‘Y.’ Like the nurse said, I did like 
this. I liked showing it to Sandra. I gently yet urgently finger 
the stitches to relieve the discomfort.
Sandra finally speaks. "Tim, I brought a camera, it’s in my 
backpack, do you mind?" 
"Oh, Jez." Moans Joey.
"Yeah, let’s take his picture," Cindy suddenly shows a renewed 
interest.
"Really, you don’t mind."
"I guess not, for you anyway. A billion people saw me being 
castrated already."
"Does it hurt?" Sandra glances at Joey’s intact body, "You keep 
touching it." 
"Yeah a little. My dick is not ALL gone, and what’s left is kind of 
pushing itself out."
"She left you more than that. I could see it on the TV."
"Yeah, the nurse cuts that off, too. He said it was frozen."
Sandra takes her camera out. Joey grabs my shirt from the floor and 
covers himself.
"Okay, ah put you hands on your hips…. Smile…. Can you spread your 
legs, just a little?" Cindy is giggling.
"Oh, this is turning me on again." Joey announces.
"Can’t you smile?"
I hold back my smile, because I know if I grin, all my whining and 
complaining about how my parents letting me down won’t be taken 
seriously. But then Sandra announces: "You may feel my breasts if 
you give me a big smile." And so I do. The flash goes off not once, 
but several times. Then she playfully points the camera at Joey who 
dives behind the couch. I walk up to claim my prize, fingering a 
stiff nipple, then squeezing the softness around it while biting my 
lower lip. Sandra shudders and drops the camera onto the 
couch. "Let me feel you."
"My cuts?" my voice cracks.
"Yes."
"Be gentle I just…" but I catch my breath before I can finish the 
sentence. I bit hard into my lip now as Sandra forces a wave of 
pain through my crotch. I tense and suck in breath as she presses a 
thumb into Yolanda’s ‘Y.’ My voice cracks again as I plead with her 
to be gentle while at the same time pressing my body into her hand. 
She plops herself down on the couch and gestures for me to stand by 
the arm rest so she can examine the scars close up. One of her 
hands moves into her furry triangle, as the other examines my wound 
again. But while her fingers explore my sutures, her eyes 
scrutinize my face for the least sign of discomfort. Her hand 
wanders around my empty crotch, scraping a fingernail across one 
place, pinching another. Then the pretty shy blonde I always had a 
crush on spoke without removing her gaze from mine: "Joey, I want 
to be fucked while I do this." Joey had no problem complying. He 
gave me a wide grin as he fell upon her. "Fuck me! Play the tape 
again, Cindy. I want to see that band sink into his little sack. 
Fast forward."
Cindy rolled her eyes while pulling up her jeans.
"I wish I were that girl." She announced to me. Her eyes were often 
on the TV now, but she continued to probe my crotch. I couldn’t 
help but moan as she forced a thumbnail into the center of my 
burning injury again and again. She paused while Joey continued 
humping. "Whoops! I’ve been castrated! On network TV!" she 
mimmicked as that part again came on the screen. "Here come the 
pruners!" she mockingly warns the image. We are both biting our 
lips as she again works her thumb right into the little stump 
hiding just under the sutures. "And the nurse, the MALE nurse: I 
want to watch the nurse who cuts the useless balls off you, OH!"
"Jesus." Joey mutters. "Keep talking like that."
"… Then slice off that last, useless half inch of dick  that 
Yolanda left you with. Slice that off too!" Finally her hand stops 
probing and her eyes fix on the TV. It is the point Yolanda again 
brings the clippers close to me. Cindy pushes a button and the 
blades again sink into my erection, but this time frame by frame. 
"Fuck me while I watch Timmy lose his dick. Oh! OHHH! OHHHhhh! 
Jesus." 
We heard a thump from the front of the house, and everyone 
scrambled to put on their clothes.
"Joey! I’m home! Who’s here with you?" 
"Just Tim, and some friends. We’re watching TV," he shouts back 
while pulling his underpants over his wet, half-erect penis. Sandra 
elects to put her bra into her backpack. Cindy turns off the VCR 
and the TV suddenly displays local news. When we are all dressed, 
we move to the front of the house. 
"Why hello girls… Timmy. What were you doing?" 
"Nothing, just watching TV." Joey said confidently.
"We didn’t realize how late it is, Mrs. Garcia. We were just 
talking, that’s all." Joey and I see the girls out. Joey kisses 
Cindy on the lips. Sandra kisses me on the cheek. We head back to 
the rec-room.

"That was SO cool! I fucked Sandra Mason, she was a virgin! I could 
feel it! And I fucked her silly! Jesus! At first I thought it was 
really weird, you posing like that. ‘God.’ I thought, ‘Doesn’t he 
realize that those pictures will be ALL over school tomorrow?’ But 
wow, it sure paid off! Jesus, just watching you get cut again while 
Cindy was giving me a hand job was rad, but then!" Joey ejected the 
video tape, then kissed it. "God, you gotta come over again 
Saturday!"