Jefferson - Part 7

Colt was a troubled young man. He felt that he was justified in taking the men’s testicles, as they had assaulted him, and by stripping him and threatening him with castration the assault had escalated into sexual abuse and the law was perfectly clear on the appropriate punishment for that crime. I tried to talk him out of pressing charges, and after the men were convicted I tried to talk him into letting the State Castrator extract their punishment but he insisted on doing it himself. I think he knew that there really hadn’t been a serious crime committed and that it was just a harmless, if malicious prank by a couple of drunken redneck hillbillies, and that the real reason he pressed charges was that they had made fun of the size of his cock, but he still wanted the visceral satisfaction of seizing them by their nuts and cutting them off. I knew of his troubled background and his insecurities, and I should have insisted that he get professional help overcoming them, so I blame myself for what happened next.

Colt was thirteen when he entered puberty and became aware of sex, and he naturally assumed that his tool’s growth would eventually catch up with the rest of his body and match those of the other men in camp. His father gave him a male birth control injection that offered reversible sterility, and there were no longer any infectious diseases to worry about, so it was only natural that he succumbed to the wiles of Layla, a winsome young blonde girl who was also a resident of the camp where he lived. They were both virgins, and Colt had no insecurities at this point, as he knew that regardless of its size his cock was big enough to do the job and he also knew that Layla had no complaints about it either.

This changed a year later when Colt’s fraternal twin brother finally entered puberty and started sharing Layla’s bountiful fruits. Clay was not only taller and arguably better looking than Colt, but he also was much better endowed and Layla now had enough experience to appreciate the difference a few more inches makes. Layla was a lusty girl with a seemingly insatiable appetite, and there was plenty of her for both of the brothers, but it was obvious that she preferred Clay. Clay used to tease his brother a little about how small his cock was, but when the big raid finally came it was Colt who received the birth certificate and escaped back to civilization.

Colt was an orphan when he finally showed up at my farm. His mother had died shortly after his birth and his father was killed during the raid. His brother died tied to the hood of a Jeep, with his balls, removed by a vengeful eunuch, laying on the hood of the Jeep beside him, his long cock draped over one thigh and his heart, already fractured by the loss of his balls, blown apart by a bullet from Colt’s rifle.

The birth certificate that Colt carried was his ticket to education, fatherhood, and eventual prosperity. It had been presented to his father when he had qualified as a breeder, but it was only good for one child and his wife gave birth to twins. Unwilling to allow the castration or elimination of one of the boys the young couple fled into the hills and joined others in the same predicament and lived as renegade marijuana farmers. The certificate was still valid and could have been used by either brother, but Colt had been the recipient on the evening of the big raid.

Colt’s first humiliation, after joining our family, came when I took him in for a long overdue physical and to get circumcised, which is required for all males in Jefferson. The doctor made Colt strip for an examination, jack off into a dish to make sure the sterility drug was still effective, and then spent a lot of time checking out his cock. Satisfied that the circumcision would pose no problems or risks he turned that procedure over to a colleague. Colt was not supposed to hear him tell the guy to “Be careful. He sure as hell doesn’t have any to spare.”

I enrolled Colt in public high school that fall as a junior, and although he was spared the ordeal of the PE classes that are required for freshmen and sophomores, he was soon at odds with another facet of life in Jefferson.

Prostitution is legal and state supported in Jefferson, and the day a young man turns fifteen and go to the bordellos is a milestone in his life. Most boys hit it pretty hard and heavy for a few years, but sometime after that they start to settle down a little and look for romance and an eventual life partner instead of just sex. Like all young men Colt went to the bordellos for relief, and he soon found out that even the young teenage whores were laughing at him behind his back, and before too long the other kids in school nicknamed him ‘Stubby’.

This alone would have been reason enough for Colt to get in a lot of after school fights, but that wasn’t his style. Instead of frequenting the whorehouses Colt started frequenting the bedrooms of his classmates’ virgin sisters, who, like Layla in her younger days didn’t care or even know the difference. Thus it was assured that Colt would become a reasonably good fighter, and it also came to pass that he earned the respect of most of the guys in the school, as few of them had ever penetrated a true virgin.

Popping little teenyboppers was okay when he was in high school, but as soon as he turned eighteen the law considered it statutory rape, and Colt had to seek partners his own age, few of which were still virgins. These girls still pretended to enjoy him, but deep down he felt they were faking their orgasms and were wishing for a more fulfilling experience. This was all bullshit, of course, but Colt’s insecurities, coupled with the cruelness of his classmates and the whores actually had him believing that he was inadequate.

I hoped that castrating the two men would be a form of closure for Colt, and that having demonstrated that he was capable of extracting the ultimate revenge from those who humiliated him he would settle down some. Boy, was I wrong about that!

I was downtown one day when a friend casually asked me how Colt had managed to get himself eighty-sixed from a whorehouse. I was astounded! Getting banned from a bordello is next to impossible in Jefferson: They are free and state supported, and by law they must accommodate any male over fifteen years old, within some guidelines of course. They have to offer service, but can insist that the customer take a bath first, and if the guy is too obese they will always demand that he be on the bottom. The customer is expected to offer a tip, without which he will only get the bare minimum of service. Most guys tip generously so they can sample some of the more exotic things the girls have to offer.

Colt was nineteen at the time and at that age most guys enjoy the chase and conquest of seduction and are too proud to admit that they can’t get all the ass they want without going to bordellos like desperate old men or horny young boys. That evening I told him what I had heard and asked him to tell me his side of the story. He blushed with embarrassment, but finally the truth, as he saw it anyway, came out.

Having felt the need, he wandered in to the Golden Lily, a house popular with the teenage set. Colt was actually a little too old for the Lily, and if they had known he was nineteen they probably would have steered him elsewhere, but his small size and youthful appearance didn’t make him look out of place in an establishment that catered primarily to fifteen, sixteen, and seventeen year old boys.

He gave the Madame on duty his card, which she carefully scrutinized before handing it back to him and allowing him to choose among the available girls. This card, issued to all males when they turn fifteen, identifies the holder as being an uninfected male in good standing and is necessary for admission to any bordello in Jefferson. It is renewed annually, so it always has a current photo of the owner. The electronic card scanners track the owners usage and guarantee that it is only used once a day, as prescribed by law, and it also identifies which prostitute the man chooses, which is important for tracking diseases as well as being the basis for paying the prostitutes their incentive bonuses. The card is a young man’s most prized possession, and even older men who have been happily married for years always get theirs’ renewed every year.

The girl inserted Colt’s card into the machine in her room, and having received the required green light from the machine she peeled off her blouse and pants and reached for Colt’s belt, helping her client undress. She then took Colt’s not quite yet completely hard cock in one hand and rubbed the tip of it with a circular motion before slowly pulling her finger away, looking for the tell-tale string of puss that would indicate infection, before leading him, still by his cock, to the small sink in the corner of the room. There she took a small plastic basin, filled it with warm soapy water, and had Colt hold it under his genitals while she carefully washed him.

“Do you want to use a rubber?” She asked. Diseases were rare, and pregnancy not an issue, but many guys didn’t want their tools stirring the seed of the last depositor. Colt had no such reservations and declined the offer, as he much preferred riding bareback.

“You have a neat cock,” The girl lied, diplomatically. “If I were a guy I’d want just like it.”

Colt blushed with embarrassment. He had heard them say that kind of thing before, and knew that ‘neat cock’ was some kind of hooker code that really meant ‘little dick’, and he wasn’t taken in by the con like some fifteen year old might have been.

“Why don’t you suck it then, if you think it’s that neat, bitch?” He replied, somewhat defensively, as she washed the last bit of smegma from under what remained of his foreskin.

That suggestion pissed the girl off. She was a pro, of course, and while she wasn’t beyond giving head she knew that it wasn’t required of her to do so, and she reserved that act for her favorite customers, who were coincidentally also the biggest tippers. She conveyed her displeasure by increasing the grip on Colt’s cock and giving it a couple of quick pumps, which were all it took. The load Colt had been building for a week was quickly deposited on the floor, bed, and wall of the cubicle.

Now it was Colt’s turn to be pissed off. Guys don’t go to whorehouses for hand jobs. He would have liked to just stay there and make her get him off again, correctly this time, but there was a maximum one half hour limit on each visit and ten of those minutes had already been spent in the initial introductions, chit-chat, and wash-up procedure. He knew the only way he could achieve a second coming was with a little bit of lip service to get him hard again, so he thoughtlessly grabbed the girl and forced her to her knees.

“There’s twenty dollars in it for you if you can get me off again.” He offered. The girl, pissed off at being manhandled, responded by hitting the hidden button that summoned the house’s security force, which promptly hustled Colt out the back door, still naked. The door opened again a few minutes later to allow the ejection of Colt’s clothes, but his card was retained.

The card, Colt’s most valuable possession, would be forwarded to the Director of Horizontal Recreation and Colt would have to write a letter of explanation and apology before it would be returned. A hearing would eventually be held, and after a few months Colt would probably get the card back. It was also possible that the card would be suspended for a period of time, but either way Colt was effectively banned from all bordellos until the matter was settled. This didn’t mean he couldn’t continue to date, and it wasn’t as if he had been neutered or anything like that, it was just that now he would have to seek sexual gratification from other sources.

I wasn’t much concerned about what those other sources might be, as I knew Colt had enough brains to stay away from young girls, and at that time I didn’t fully realize how ashamed he was about being dimensionally challenged. I also didn’t know at that time that Colt had a hang up about masturbation; Layla had been around for his amusement as soon as his nuts had dropped and although he must have known how to do it he never had to masturbate and now he was ashamed to have to resort to it to get relief.

My own son had just turned thirteen, and I knew he was yanking it frequently, as his bedsprings sometimes burst into melody in the middle of the night and he was spending a lot of extra time in the bathroom, only to emerge slightly red faced. This was okay by me, as I knew that all boys did it, and I hoped he would keep doing it until he turned fifteen and could make better use of his seed instead of impressing it on some young girl, or worse yet, another boy.

I was walking by the barn one day and heard some kind of commotion going on inside, so I took a look through the partially opened door, and was shocked at what I saw. Colt and my son were both naked and locked in what would best be called a lover’s embrace. My son’s creamy-white nearly hairless body looked almost feminine next to the obscene hairiness of Colt’s naked form, except for the slender adolescent cock that was buried in Colt’s mouth. I hadn’t seen my son naked in a few years, and had never seen Colt naked, but it was easily apparent that Colt had been short changed, as even at age thirteen my son had Colt beat by two inches. The worst part of it for me was the look of rapture on my son’s face as he voided his prostate, and the eagerness at which he quickly returned the favor for Colt. I waited, like a widow peeping voyeur, until they were finished and sneaked away.

The police came that night, and confronted by the traces of Colt’s semen that remained in his hair my son admitted to his abuse and confessed to his part in the whole affair. It would have been perfectly legal for my son to engage in this type of activity with another minor, but Colt was nineteen, and was convicted of statutory sodomy, and was subsequently castrated. The was no violence involved so he was spared the indignity and pain of the work farm and is now back home. He almost seems relieved and he no longer feels embarrassed about the length of his cock.