High School Athlete

In retrospect I was rolling for all the wrong reasons. I'd just been told off by my wrestling coach, my parents, my best friend - I'd gotten too heavy, too irresponsible, and too insensitive, respectively. I had heard about this party from some acquaintances of mine and although I hadn't seen anybody I really knew yet I was determined to have a good time. I guess I was feeling kinda pissed and rebellious too, so when that guy offered me two hits of X for 30 bucks I said sure...

Half an hour later I was tripping hard. Everything more than two feet away from me was blurry in my head, and I wanted to touch everything. Even just brushing up against people felt incredible; I kept wanting to just touch somebody, anybody, male or female.

So there I was, wandering around in a daze, probably being an asshole to people but having a great time. This house seemed to go on forever, and I just kept going through room after room. I knew a lot of other people were on various substances too; I got offered even more but didn't take anything else. I never knew speed could be this good!

Anyway, on with the story. I don't know how long I'd been going through the house but at some point I ended up in a bedroom upstairs. I was walking down the hall and some guy was running after a chick. As he went by me, he knocked me into the door, which fell open. I heard somebody shout, "CLOSE THE DOOR!" so I did.

I looked around me to see a bunch of naked people - it looked like three guys standing around, one on the bed on all fours, and another guy behind him doing something. I figured he was assfucking the guy since the other three were all horny.

One of them spoke to me. "You want to join in or what?" I was so fucking horny at this point that I said "Sure." In a flash my clothes were in the corner and I was rubbing up against one of them. Soon I heard somebody say, "You're all done," and the guy on the bed got up. The same voice said, "Your turn," and they pulled me onto the bed.

I'd never been assfucked before. I'd made out with a guy before once but that was it. I kept waiting for him to put it in but he didn't. The other three guys were standing around me, cocks erect. I kept trying to look at their faces but could never really make them out - the weird blurring effect of the X prevented it.

I got all prickly in my cock and it felt really weird, kinda nice. Is this what it felt like? I wondered. Had I been sober I'd have known better. Next I heard a loud snapping noise and could feel my balls moving. It felt like somebody was holding on to them tightly. The feeling was incredible. A few moments later I felt another one and the hand squeezed even more tightly. The three guys were jacking themselves off in front of me. They looked weird but I couldn't figure out why for a few seconds - then I caught it. None of the three had balls! For a moment I wondered if they were all roid freaks or something, but then I caught sight of a shiny staple looking thing on the underside of their dicks. "What happened to your balls, man?" I asked them.

"Same thing that's about to happen to yours." I heard somebody go "heh" behind me and then felt a scratch and something pull my dick down between my legs. My cock, still hard, slapped against my belly. I looked down to see my dick, flush up against me, but without its usual cargo!

The first thing I thought was that this had to be some drug-induced hallucination. I'd had castration fantasies since I was twelve; this couldn't have just happened. My second thought was fuck it - if it was a hallucination, I'd make the best of it. "Awesome," I muttered. The guy let me hold my balls, sealed in the little ring, still warm. "Who wants to fuck?" I asked.

The four of us who had been cut got down to it, while the guy left with our testicles in a bag. My cock felt so different without the weight of my balls beneath it. Sucking on the other guys' was pretty hot too. I didn't really know how to blow a guy so they had to teach me, but I'm a fast learner. The most frustrating thing was that long after the three of them had already cum I coudln't. I ended up jacking myself off furiously, trying desperately to finish it, and only managing it after getting help from all three of the others.

After we were done we washed up and went our separate ways. Only then did it occur to me that I might actually know any of these people - shit, what if they told people? I started to get really paranoid, but then it occurred to me that they wouldn't want to admit they'd been gelded too, right? That kept me from worrying, and I managed to enjoy the rest of the party. I was still tripping when I headed home and passed out.

The next morning was a Saturday, so I slept in. When I got up my head felt like it was draped in cobwebs. I stumbled to the bathroom, dropped my towel, and got in - it felt sooo good. I mentally tried to reconstruct the past evening. I remembered taking the X, but after that it was all just a blur, until I noticed my cock.

I had gone to wash it and when I lifted it it felt really light...and then I remembered everything, the room, being castrated, the sex. My heart quickened. I pulled up my cock and looked at its underside. The skin was pinched pretty tight inside a small rubbery ring, and the plug it created was nasty looking - black and gross. Still, it was better than not having it, I figured. It seemed on there pretty tight.

Just thinking about it got me erect. I was happy to see I still could be. All the things I'd fantasized about being castrated for came back to me - the hair gone, the sex drive diminished. I swear I was the only teenager who ever dreamed about not wanting sex. I was so happy about it I shaved my crotch smooth so I could look at my cock, totally bare of its manliness. Jacking off was incredible; the head trip alone could have made me cum.

After I had the testosterone out of my brain some of the bad things came back too - shrinking muscles, shrinking cock, impotence. I fantasized about less sex but did I really want it? Beyond that, independent of sex, I liked working out. I liked being muscular, and didn't want that to go away. Shit, I always showered at school after wrestling - I couldn't let people see that I didn't have balls. For that matter, my wrestling singlet would be smaller now. That might not be so much of a problem, though - the jock strap would help there, and I could just start coming home to shower. That would mean I couldn't check out guys in the shower anymore, though. Fuck.

For just a moment I regretting being castrated. I didn't mean to be, right? I hadn't known what was going on. I could never have sex again. I started to cry a little. I'm only seventeen, I thought. How could I let this happen?

I pulled myself together. Whether or not I knew what was going on, it had been done. Crying wouldn't solve anything, I'd just have to deal with it. So what if I coudln't have sex anymore; without balls I shouldn't want to anymore pretty soon, right? As for muscle, if I started loosing a little weight then good; coach wanted me to. If I lost a lot, I knew where to get steroids if I had to.

After that I felt a lot better. I got dressed and headed downstairs, looking ahead to life as a eunuch.

As it turned out, life as a eunuch was a lot more paranoid than I had expected it would be. Nobody could see me naked anymore and I ended up having to stuff my jockstrap. On the plus side, I didn't have to shave more than once a week or so. A lot of my body hair had fallen out already and didn't pull so much on the mat. After three days I stopped waking up with morning wood, and the weird thing was I didn't feel horny much at all anymore. I wasn't sure how I felt about it. I didn't really miss it but I still sort of wanted it. The ring fell out about a week later, along with the nasty extra skin. When it was all gone I just had a little pink spot, and even that just turned to a tiny scar.

The worst part was the hot flashes. I hated them - I'd be fine one minute and then the next I could hardly breathe. Still, I knew they would go away so dealt with them. My worst challenge came when Mom told me my cousing Eric was coming for the weekend.

Eric was flat out gay, no question about it. Nobody knew but me and a few guys he fucked in his hometown, though. We had started jacking off together when we were twelve, and every time he came over he always wanted to again. I knew when he came up that he'd want to now, and if I refused him it would be weird.

So, for the week beforehand, I decided to practice. If I could at least get hard then I could hide my lack of balls in my pants or something. I tried it in the shower that night. My cock was pretty small, totally unerect, but I sighed and went at it. All I could get on it was two fingers. As I worked it it managed to get a little hard, enough for three and then my whole hand.

It was definitely smaller than I remembered it. I knew that was supposed to happen - since I wasn't getting boners very often it didn't get as big. I kept jacking and jacking, and didn't cum for a good ten minutes of furious motion. When I did it wasn't really that satisfying, just a little spurt of clear goo and that was it. Still, I had done it. Now I just hoped I could do it that weekend.

Sure enough, first night he was here he whipped it out and wanted me to do the same. I made a show of not wanting to but he never took no for an answer, so I pulled my shirt off and whipped out my miniscule cock. This time he did something different: he went down to his knees and kissed my dick. My heart flailed - what should I do? He took my dick in his mouth. After a moment he asked, "Is this as big as it gets?"

That turned me on right there - he had said something about my small dick! It got a little harder right there, and with his mouth he managed to get it all the way as hard as it ever got when I was playing with it.

Then disaster struck. Before I realized what he was doing, he pulled my pants down and started going further down on me. "When'd you start shaving?" he muttered. "I like it."

A few months ago, I told him, freaking out. He would see any second now! I wanted to pull off him but he had his eyes closed; he didn't seem to notice. After a few minutes he pulled off. "It tastes really good." He stood up, stroking himself. I covered my lack of balls and stroked myself too. He looked me over, smiling. "The only other guy I ever had who tasted that good had had his balls cut off."

He knew? Maybe he didn't. Maybe he just think I tasted good. "So how much has your cock shrunk since you got nutted?" he asked.

I nearly fell over. This wasn't something I could play off. I pulled my hands away. "So you know, huh?"

"Yeah. I know one of the other guys who got done with you; he told me about it later. Pretty hot scene, if you ask me."

"Well, yeah, it was."

"Do you even like to fuck still?"

"I dunno. I haven't since it happened." I'd already lost my erection. "It still feels good and all, but I don't really want to much. I don't get horny at all anymore." It was so weird, talking to him about this.

"So anyway," he continued, "How much has it shrunk?"

"I'm not really sure. I haven't measured it lately; I don't really get as hard as I used to. It doesn't get longer than about three inches anymore, but I don't really try much." As I thought about it, it was pretty cool that my dick was shrinking, though. That was one of the things I always used to fantasize about; the fact that I hadn't really even paid attention to it was indicative of how effectively being castrated had really neutered me. I thought for a moment about it getting even smaller, down to a head, or even just disappearing completely. The thought paradoxically had the opposite effect; my cock grew hard again.

Eric and I got onto the bed and he sucked me off some more. It felt really good but all I could think of the whole time was him biting it off, leaving me with nothing. He didn't, of course. I tried sucking him a little too, remembering the techniques I had learned the night I got cut. He seemed to enjoy it but I wasn't that good, I guess, since he said he'd rather fuck me.

My asshole was still virgin but I wanted to try it. He had rubbers with him and slid one on, then slid it in. It took some work; I didn't know how to relax and just take it. After a few minutes I got the hang of it, and the first time he hit my prostate I about jumped out of my skin. Goddammit that felt good! I never really knew why people did this before but it was all I could want. He did me until we both came, and then I wanted him to do it some more. After a few minutes he managed and still I wanted it again, but he couldn't manage to keep an erection. "Man, you're a slut," Eric joked.

I flipped over. "You're not even hard," he commented. I looked down; he was right - I hadn't had a boner through that whole assreaming. I had found my calling.

From that point on, every time Eric came by for awhile we fucked. It was an amazing feeling, and I even started wanting it when he wasn't there, but there was no way I could reveal myself to another guy. I figured it was a good thing I had no balls or I'd be a lot hornier.

By the end of my senior year I had totally lost the ability to get an erection. I didn't really miss it; I didn't use my cock for anything but pissing anymore. It hadn't shrunk any further, though, which disappointed me - I had really wished it would.