Malcolm's Lost Middle

“Life IS unfair! I mean, not only did I get put in a genius class, but my family’s expectations of me just got totally out of hand! Jesus, I’m a kid! I’m a boy! What the hell do they expect? Why ME?” Malcolm bemoans, staring at us through the camera as if we can see him. “It’s bad enough being dumped in with the Krellboynes and being the target of everyone at school, but then your own family turns on you? What the hell is that?”

“BOYS!” We hear the sudden feminine scream bellowing up from the kitchen accompanied by a slam of the door, “You’re late! Get moving! I swear if I have to come up there …” her voice fades a bit into grumbling, “Damn Hal, four boys, one in military school, bailed, now it’s Alaska and some Inuit local of a wife. Wife! HA!”

“That would be my Mom. You know HER. Lois. EVERYONE knows my mom,” Malcolm tells us, suddenly turning and facing his wild-eyed brothers, Reese and Dewey. All three boys quickly finish getting dressed, fumbling with their ill-fitting underwear a bit and hurriedly throwing some halfway clean clothes on.

“They don’t fit right anymore,” Dewey complains, tugging at his white briefs that snug up right next to his skin and reveal only a flat front.

“Shut up, shrimp,” Malcolm snaps, pulling on a hooded sweatshirt. “I, for one, don’t want to hear about it.”

“Yea,” Reese agrees, “It’s not like you’re the ONLY one it happened to. In case you don’t remember, all three of us got it!”

Dewey shrugs and pulls on a sweatshirt as well, a black one with a red oriental character on it. “Not as bad as me,” he mumbles.

Malcolm cringes. “WHERE did you get that?” he demands.

“Mom got it at a yard sale,” Dewey shrugs again.

“Bullshit,” Malcolm replies, “Those were big in the mid-80’s, and no one knew what they said, and they still wore ‘em!”

“What’s it mean, then, genius?” Reese scoffs, shaking his well-formed ass at his middle brother and smacking it, then making a kissing sound. “What’s it like to know everything?”

“It’s the Chinese symbol for ‘eunuch’,” Malcolm whispers, looking away. “And that’s what got us into this mess to start with,” he tells us, looking away from his brothers.

“Wish I knew everything,” Reese chides, slipping on his AND-1 sneakers and heading for the door to the room they all share.

Malcolm turns to face us again as Reese and Dewey head out the door. “I like it, though,” Dewey is saying. “Is that why my friend Li-Kwan always laughs at me when I wear it?”

Malcolm groans and flops back down on his bed. “I always thought my mom was nuts. I mean, you know how she carries on. How her AND my dad carry on! I mean, for God’s sake, we all listened at their door! They do it like wild mink with rabies! All the time! But then I had that girlfriend thing, you remember, and I got dumped. I wasn’t myself for weeks. My grades fell, I didn’t eat, I didn’t sleep. Mom got really pissed. But I thought I was over it. Well, I was, but then again, I mean … shit, here’s what happened. YOU be the judge.”

***

Dewey walked into the bedroom that he shared with his two older brothers. His eyes bugged out of his head when he saw Reese and Malcolm. Both of his young teenage brothers were fully naked and sitting on Malcolm’s bed. The two older boys had their right hands wrapped around their hard dicks.

Both Reese and Malcolm saw Dewey and let go of their hard cocks. They stood up and rushed to Dewey. While Reese grabbed Dewey, Malcolm covered the younger boy’s mouth so he could not scream. Malcolm explained what he and Reese were doing and how great it felt. After Dewey agreed to not scream, Malcolm pulled his hand away, and after a bit more talking, Dewey agreed to join his older brothers, and was soon just as naked as the teenagers. It sounded like fun, and he liked fun.

All three brothers were now looking at each other naked for the first time. Even though Malcolm was the middle child of the group he had the biggest penis. His dick was 6 1/3 inches long. Reese was the oldest boy in the room and his cock was a nice 5 inches long. Dewey being the youngest had the smallest penis. His penis was only a 3 1/2 inch spike of hard boyness.

All three of the brothers had circumcised dicks. Only Malcolm knew about an uncut penis, and from the pictures he had seen on the Internet, he was glad his dick did not look like a snake wearing a turtleneck sweater. Both Reese and Malcolm both had pubic hair, while Dewey was hairless. Reese had a little stubble on his balls, but Malcolm and Dewey had hairless nuts. Malcolm had much less hair than Reese, which made the oldest boy proud.

Both Reese’s and Malcolm's hard cocks were pointing upwards while Dewey’s dick was pointing straight outward. Reese and Malcolm sat back down on the bed. Their legs spread far apart. Malcolm right knee was pressed against Reese's left knee. Dewey sat down on the floor, right in front of the two older boys, so he was able to look at them both. He’d never done it before, and he wanted to watch first. Dewey watched both his brothers once again take a hold of their hard cocks with their right hands and start to slowly stroke their rods. He watched their hands travel slowly up and down the shafts of sex skin. Dewey then used his thumb, index and middle finger and took a hold of his own tiny tool. He did the same pumping motion his brothers were doing, and he was a bit surprised that it really did feel good. He watched as he stroked, convinced that he was doing it right.

Malcolm was first to take a hold of his low hanging balls with his left hand. He rubbed, squeezed, and pulled on his jewels. Reese soon fallowed Malcolm’s idea and was playing with his baby makers. Dewey tried to do the same thing to his balls, but they had not dropped fully into his scrotum yet, so his nut sack was still pretty tight to his body. He sighed. Dewey did enjoy the feeling of his hand rubbing his tight sack, so even though he could not pull and squeeze his balls, he kept on rubbing them.

Reese then leaned back just a little bit and started to pump his dick faster. Malcolm saw Reese’s balls pulling up and knew he would cum soon, so he told Dewey to wank off faster. Dewey jerked his hard penis fast as he watched Malcolm lean back and pump his own cock faster. Dewey felt a building pressure at the root of his dick. And he leaned back also. Dewey's body started to shake and he saw spots of light dance in front of his eyes. His mind went into overload as the very first dry orgasm of his life hit the young boy.

Both Reese and Malcolm saw Dewey fall back all the way onto the floor and yell out a powerful orgasmic cry.

The same thought entered the older boys minds as they saw Dewey’s dick twitching about, trying to expel fluid that his tiny balls had not started to make yet. Malcolm and Reese stood up off of the bed. They each then kneeled on each side of Dewey. Holding their pulled up balls tightly in their left hand, they pumped their hard cocks with their right hands at a blinding speed. Malcolm was the next to cum. He sucked in his breath and held it in as cum shot out of his cock.

Reese watched the thick sperm shoot out of the piss hole of the nice cock that Malcolm was flogging, wishing his was as big. The semen was white and thick over Malcolm’s hand and penis. Because Malcolm had kept on pumping his shaft, the cum splattered all over Dewey's face and chest.

The sight of Malcolm shooting off sent Reese over the edge. He aimed his cock right at Dewey’s face and gave just the head of his dick a few rubs. A huge rope of semen shot out of the piss slit. The rope of cum was so large that it was still coming out of the hole at the tip of Reese's cock, when it hit Dewey right on the nose.

“Gross!” the littlest boy cried out. “Is that gonna happen to me when I’m older?”

“Oh yea,” both boys groaned in unison.

“Hmm,” Dewey mused, using his shirt to wipe it off. “Is that it?” he asked in all innocence. “I thought there’d be more to jacking off that than.”

“Well,” Malcolm sighed, getting up onto the bed he shared with Dewey and stretching out as his erection wilted and his balls relaxed, “There’s more to sex than just jerking off, I mean, there’s blowjobs, screwing, sex-toys … all sorts of things I read about. We just jerk off though.”

Reese, however, was still stroking his own erection, which didn’t seem to be going down. “Yea, then there’s stuff like real sex when a guy and a girl…”

“I KNOW where babies come from, dumbass,” Dewey rolled his eyes and sighed. “I learned it on the school bus and watching mom and dad!”

“Oh,” Malcolm flushed, “So you know all about the vagina and the female anatomy and such?”

“Yep. The guy sticks his dick in there, instead of in his hand, and he shoots like you both did and she gets pregnant.”

Malcolm and Reese stared at each other, jaws dropping open in shock. “I didn’t know until I was like 10,” Malcolm said.

“They learn young these days,” Reese replied sagely.

“Yea,” Dewey continued, “And this kid on the bus, he says his brother is gay and that he has a boyfriend and that they do it up the ass. What’d he mean by that?”

Malcolm shook his head and Reese laughed. “You remember when mom used to stick a thermometer up your butt to take your temperature?”

“She did that to all of us,” Malcolm retorted, shaking his head. “Don’t remind me.”

“She still does,” Dewey replied, not surprised at all.

“Welllllll,” Reese said with leer towards his middle brother, “Think of how that feels and imagine a dick like this up your hole!” He waved his erection at Dewey, whose eyes went wide.

“I … uh … well … guys, I kinda like the thermometer,” the little boy replied. “It feels all warm and slippery.”

“Then I suppose I could demonstrate,” Reese offered, laughing at his little brother but eyeing Malcolm, who instantly recoiled and threw a pillow at him.

“No way are you ass-fucking ME!” He replied, his eyes wide. “That damn thermometer is bad enough. And remember when you got constipated that one time and she used the red bag on you?”

“I lived. Wasn’t THAT bad,” Reese retorted. “How come YOU never got it?”

“Because I watch what I eat, and I hate having my ass messed with!”

“Reese, are you gay like my friend’s brother?” Dewey suddenly asked.

“No,” Reese answered with a sneer.

“Then how come you think you can show us how to do it?” Dewey asked.

Reese’s face turned red, but his erect cock was still pounding in time with his pulse. He’d never really thought about it before, but the more he looked at his middle brother, the more he wanted to try it. “I just think … I mean … well … it’s just experimenting and if it’s your brother you do, you’re not gay are you?”

“The answer is still no, Reese,” Malcolm snapped, “And that’s the most ridiculous excuse I’ve ever heard! You’re either gay or you’re not!”

“Well what if I still wanna try it?” Reese demanded, shaking his prick at Malcolm as Dewey giggled.

“Then I’ll kick your ass!” Malcolm snapped.

“I’ll tell mom you’re running a homework-for-hire ring,” Reese threatened. “Or that you and Stevie were up watching pornos when he spent the night in dad’s den.”

“And I’ll tell her you’re a fag and a rapist!” Malcolm countered.

“And I’ll tell her you’re so fucked in the head over that chick dumping you that you jerk off every night and blame the stains on Dewey peeing the bed! She’ll run you right to a shrink, buddy. ‘Genius boy can’t take the stress! Now that he’s found his dick, and his grades are gonna fall! It’s already happened once, and he’s been looking at this chick, I think it’s Sharon, in fact. Mom, he’s got it bad, I’ll tell her. Here we go again. It’s Dewey’s birthday party all over again … ‘ Oh, man, it’ll be so cool!”

“If Mommy thinks Malcolm cummed on the sheets, will I have to stop wearing Goodnights Diapers to bed then?” Dewey asked.

“NO!” Both boys said unison.

Malcolm’s face blanched. He thought of the income he’d lose from the homework ring and how much trouble he and Stevie would be in. Poor Stevie was not only paralyzed, he was so over-protected! My money, my friend …or my ass?! Malcolm thought, his genius level mind running in circles as Reese smiled at him with his erection in hand. For once in his life, he had NOTHING on his older brother to counter him with. NOTHING! He shook his head and sighed. “Might know YOU’D know about it,” he grumbled, rolling over on his bed and presenting his near-perfect ass to Reese. “Just get it over with, pervert.”

Dewey gasped. “You REALLY gonna do it Reese?” He asked in awe, his mouth hanging open.

Reese nodded and smiled, heading to the bathroom.

Malcolm was nervous over what was about to happen. But his penis was rock hard and leaking precum onto his belly, despite having jerked off so recently. He’d watched as Reese had gone into the bathroom to get a jar of Vaseline, while Dewey sat on the floor rubbing his still hard 3 1/2 inch penis. It hadn’t taken him long to catch on.

Reese walked back into their shared bedroom and he was rubbing his dick. He had a thick coating of Vaseline on his hard tool. He walked up to the bed and told Malcolm to lift his legs. Malcolm lifted his legs up and Reese pushed his middle brother’s knees up by his shoulders. Upon Reese's instructions, Dewey came over and pulled Malcolm’s ass cheeks apart and helped him smear some Vaseline onto his ass. Reese then carefully measured out a huge dollop of the petroleum jelly on two fingers and began to slowly them into his middle brother’s hole.

Malcolm gritted his teeth, determined not to give his older brother the satisfaction of crying out as Reese’s fingers slid in and out of him, lubricating him well for what was to come. Then he stopped. “Get ready!” He said. Malcolm closed his eyes and braced himself.

“Here we go,” Reese warned him as he placed his cockhead right at Malcolm’s back door and began to push. Malcolm whimpered. Dewey had a great view of Reese's very slicked up dick as he pushed it right up into Malcolm, who started to scream in pain. It felt like Reese was cramming his arm, not his cock, up his ass! It was far worse than any rectal thermometer had ever been. He began to struggle, feeling that he could well do without his income or any concern as to what might happen to Stevie.

“Help hold him down,” Reese suggested. Dewey then moved so that he was sitting on Malcolm’s chest. Malcolm could not get away from Reese's dick being steadily shoved and pulled from his ass. Dewey scooted back a little bit and his ass was right at Malcolm’s face. Malcolm’s mouth being open as he screamed made his lips rib Dewey’s ass hole. That made Dewey’s little dick get even harder and as he watched the old brother’s cock go in and out of Malcolm’s ass, and he took a hold of his own little pocket-rocket, and rubbed it like he had so recently learned how to do.

Dewey saw Malcolm’s hard dick, and the small puddle of clear fluid leaking from the tip and making a puddle in his belly button. He dipped his a finger into the goo and the brought hit up to his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and licked it. Dewey found that he liked the taste of pre-cum, so he scooped up more of the fluid and ate it. He of course, prone to eat most anything, had to regularly fight with his siblings for dinner.

He then took a hold of Malcolm’s hard penis and masturbate it, as to try and get more fluid out of it. He was curious to what it would feel like, and as his small hand wrapped around it, Malcolm’s cries became softer moans. The pain in Malcolm’s was slowly becoming enjoyable, and soon Malcolm was enjoying his ass getting fucked. Since Dewey was rubbing his cock, Malcolm took a hold of his nipples and started to pinch and rub them. He began to relax a bit, and soon found that it wasn’t so bad after all.

Reese was loving the feeling of his hard dick pumping in and out of Malcolm’s ass pussy. The hot tunnel felt so slick and warm, that at times he had to slow down his pumping so he would not cum. He wondered, but only for a moment, if it really meant he was gay; he’d just decided to do it out of the blue to be mean to Malcolm, but he found that he was really getting into it. He hadn’t even noticed that Malcolm had stopped crying in pain.

Reese saw Dewey's hands flying up and down on his own little penis as well as Malcolm’s. He heard Malcolm’s breathing as well as saw the middle boy’s balls had started to pull up. Reese did not want Malcolm to cum, so he took a hold of Malcolm’s jewels and squeezed them hard.

Malcolm screamed in pain, and then in orgasm. Reese was too late.

Reese felt Malcolm’s ass become tighter around his cock as Malcolm had his orgasm. Thick ropes of sperm shot out of the piss slit of Malcolm's cock and hit Dewey right on his belly. The cum was white and so thick that it did not even run down his belly. The gripping of ass muscles on Reese's cock sent him over the edge and he started to cum.

This is unreal! He thought as he began to empty his second load of the day into his brother’s rectum. He could feel his nuts laboring to pump it out, and Malcolm cried out again as his own orgasm began to ebb. He could feel Reese’s load emptying into his ass, hot as his brother’s pumping action slowed down a bit. About then, Dewey groaned – a high-pitched and almost frightened sound – as he began his second dry orgasm of the day. Malcolm was spent by the time Reese stopped moving, and both of them stared at Dewey, who rolled off of Malcolm’s chest and lay on his back with is hand furiously whacking at his little dick. Malcolm began to feel his older brother’s cock going limp inside of him, but Reese didn’t pull out. Instead, they both watched Dewey and wondered if he’d had all of his shots!

The little boy’s eyes were wide, as if as terrified, and his small penis was red from abuse. His little balls had pulled up so tight that it looked as if they’d hidden themselves in the canals from which they’d descended at birth! He was drooling, and his grunts and ragged breaths almost made Malcolm want to call 911. It might have been an orgasm, but it wasn’t pretty. Reese shook his head, and with his wilting penis still partly in his middle brother’s ass, he shook his head and blinked. “Oh my God!” He cried.

“Dewey?” Malcolm asked, reaching a free hand over to shake him. “You OK?”

Dewey, however, just suddenly stopped abusing his reddened and wilting little member and closed his eyes with one final massive groan and fell asleep with drool running out the corner of his mouth.

Malcolm and Reese stared at each other in wonder. “THAT was scary,” Reese commented, easing Malcolm’s legs down and leaning back a bit.

“I thought he was having an epileptic seizure,” Malcolm replied.

“Almost as good as the look he had when he put that fork in the outlet!”

Malcolm laughed, remembering the wild hair and wide eyes and the smoke and smell of burning wire as Dewey had shot across the room like a hockey puck. As he watched the little boy roll over, asleep with a dumb grin on his face, he realized what had just happened. “You just ass-fucked me,” he said in amazement. “You REALLY did it. I can’t believe you really did it!”

“Neither can I,” Reese replied, shaking his bleached and spiked head of hair. “I mean, I was just sort of … well, you know … I say stuff or I do it without thinking and … shit, Malcolm, does this make me gay?”

“Did you LIKE it?”

“Did YOU?”

Both boys stared at each other for a long while. Neither of them knew what to say. Malcolm’s asshole was sore and burned a little, and he figured he’d be walking funny for at least a day. Reese, however, looked kind of sick. He was staring down at his flaccid penis in wonder, still unable to believe he’d done it.

I butt-fucked my younger brother, he thought.

My older brother just practically raped me, Malcolm thought.

But God, it felt good! Reese silently admitted to himself.

Aw, shit! But I liked it! What the hell is that? Malcolm mused, the whole STD and AIDS thing running through his genius level brain. He was pretty sure that despite all of his talk, Reese was undoubtedly a virgin – and therefore safe. He was too big of a jerk to score with a girl, really. He acted like an idiot when he was near one, every time.

“I don’t feel so good,” Reese whispered, starting to get up off the bed. “I think … I think … I dunno! I don’t do that too good.”

Malcolm jumped up as Reese stood, and he winced. Yep, his ass was going to be bothering him for a while, he could tell. He caught Reese by the arm and said, “Wait.”

Reese, however, really DID look bad. He was shaking and his face was pale. “Wh-what if s-someone finds out? What if … oh God, Malcolm, what if MOM finds out?! We are so fucked!” Reese cried in near panic.

Malcolm recognized the signs of a near freak-out coming. Any minute, Reese would probably run screaming through the house babbling incoherently about this that and the other until Lois cornered him and forced it out of him. Malcolm had to act, and he had to act fast. It was just like the time they’d found the unopened cans of beer along the road and brought it home. Reese had drunk one, and then the paranoia had set in and gotten him busted when he’d burped at dinner. Lois had wrinkled her nose and dropped her fork, her wild eyes being enough to start the hysterical confessions.

Malcolm had to keep him quiet, and he didn’t have much time.

As he grabbed Reese’s arm, he pulled him close and locked his mouth over his brother’s, his tongue driving deeply in and intertwining with Reese’s. He held him around the neck with one arm, and with his free hand he reached down and grabbed the older boy’s balls. When he pulled back from the long and wet kiss, he smiled at him. Reese was dumbfounded, but it had abated his panic.

“Where did you learn to do that?” Malcolm asked, in genuine curiosity.

“I … uh … I dunno. Maybe it come natural for me?”

Malcolm smiled and kissed him again. This time, Reese wasn’t shocked and he returned the favor. The boys traded spit for several minutes, both of them getting about half hard again. Their cocks, however, as well as their internal plumbings, were too spent from the recent activities to go again so soon. Both of them were breathing hard when they headed for the bathroom to clean up. Reese noticed Malcolm’s walk and laughed, slapping his ass and leaving a red handprint there.

Malcolm yelped in surprise.

“You liked it,” he chided.

“Uh, yea, I guess I did,” Malcolm replied. “Secret?” He asked, holding out his hand.

Reese shook it. “No shit, deal! I ain’t tellin’!” He agreed. “If mom found out … she’d … she’d … God, Malcolm, she’d probably cut it off!”

***

Out in the driveway, however, the battered but too-afraid-to-die old Dodge Dynasty had just pulled in and Lois stepped out. She waved to Stevie, who was sitting in his wheelchair across the way. He waved back. “Such a sweet boy,” she lamented, thinking of her own 3 demon seeds. She was still dressed in her pharmacy uniform, and as she stepped out of the car, a chill passed through her as her hair stood up a bit. She dropped her sack of HBA products and the grocery sack as well. A heavy jar of pickles landed on her foot and she cursed violently. Across the way, their elderly neighbor blushed and lost her aim on the rosebush she was watering and soaked the paperboy, who in turn ran his bike into the path of an oncoming car. The driver swerved to avoid the paperboy and crashed into the next-door neighbor’s tree. A large limb broke loose and fell, landing just an inch away from Stevie’s dad’s car. The car alarm went off, and Stevie’s mom, convinced that her crippled son was in mortal danger, ran screaming out the front door wearing only Chanel #5 perfume in anticipation of her husband’s arrival home.

The paperboy smiled at her from the bush he’d landed in. The driver of the car cursed the paperboy, and then saw her. He promptly got hard, and combined with shock, passed out. The elderly lady watering her roses fainted and Lois, her foot beginning to swell, screamed – in a voice they probably heard in Albuquerque –

BOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“Just … uh … another … (puff) … typical … (Puff) … dull day,” Stevie commented to himself, shaking his closely buzzed head and straightening his glasses as he rolled back up the walk to go in and phone Malcolm. He was glad he had a friend.

***

“So that’s what happened, or how it started, that is,” Malcolm tells us, staring straight on and then shaking his head and running his hand back through his hair. “I think maybe the haircut had something to do with it? But anyway, it was Dewey who busted us. I mean, it’s not like we LIKED it! OK, well maybe we liked it SOME!” Malcolm muses, walking down the sidewalk towards school. There’s a bit of spring to his step, and a bit of a sideways shake now and then as if something doesn’t feel quite right. Our scene then suddenly shifts to tangled images of wild sexual scenes with Malcolm on the bottom …

“OK, OK, so we liked it a LOT!” Malcolm snaps at us, realizing that he’s arrived at school.

“Hiya, Malcolm!” A tall boy calls out to him in a squeaky voice.

“Oh, God, not Dabney,” Malcolm sighs, shaking his head and returning the greeting. Then he suddenly remembers something and turns to face us. “Last year, we were talking about injuries and how to milk sympathy and gifts out of your parents, remember? Well Dabney said his strangulated testicle won him a trip to Disneyland. He’s had ONE taken out, but shit! Look at him! He’s squeaky when he talks, he’s growing like a weed, and his hands come down to his knees! I’d bet money he’s lost BOTH of ‘em! Can you say ‘castrato’, boys and girls? Too late…”

Dabney looks Malcolm over, and both of them head off towards their special gifted students – or Krellboynes, as they’re called – classroom. “Why are you walking like that, Malcolm?” Dabney asks. “You look like you got somethin’ up your ass.”

Malcolm trips and splutters. “What?”

“The way you’re walking. You look like my little brother after he’s had an enema session. He has irritable bowels, you know.”

“No, I didn’t know. Thanks for sharing. And, no, my ass is fine, thank you,” Malcolm snaps.

As they enter the classroom, Malcolm looks around and sighs. “WHY did I get put in the freak show?” he laments, as if we can help him. “WHY me? And look at ‘em. Why are they ALL so weird? Is there one single milligram of testosterone IN this whole room? Oh well. I guess I fit in now. But back to that … it was Dewey who busted Reese and me and got us all into this mess. If it weren’t for HIM we’d all be … well … still in one piece and not like Dabney here,” he tells us, jabbing a thumb at his classmate who has taken a seat next to another boy who cries a great deal. “Hell, at least HE got Disneyland out of it. What did we get? Here’s what we got!”

***

The usual dinnertime festivities are going on at Malcolm’s house as Hal and Lois watch their three sons demolish dinner. “So, how was your day, dear?” Lois asks Hal, who begins to describe in boring detail – his job. He drones on about forms and things that no one understands, eventually lulling the battling boys into eating slower and staring at him in wonder. Finally he stops.

“So boys, what went on today with you?” Hal asks.

“Oh, not much,” Lois answers for them. “I got a call about Reese breaking a window at school – again, and Malcolm being assigned to some new weekend thing with his class, you know, the brainy kind of thing where they go to a museum and Reese is about to fail this grade, as usual. His midterms suck! And Dewey, well, not much going on with him other than …” But Lois has stopped to look at the little boy, who has a dumb grin on his face and one hand under the table. “Stop playing with yourself, dear,” she chides, continuing on about Malcolm and Reese.

“I hate it when she does this,” Malcolm informs us, “Every night, like we cant’ speak for ourselves?”

“So anyway,” Lois concludes, after filling Hal in about the day’s antics and disasters, “I want you boys to clean up when you’re done eating, finish your homework, then head to bed. You two don’t look like you’re getting enough rest,” she says.

Malcolm and Reese nod, and do just that. Dewey follows.

“THAT was too easy,” Hal comments.

“I know,” Lois agrees, “I think I’ll spy on them tonight.”

***

Lois awoke from a sound sleep with that “FEELING.” Being the mother of 4 boys, one run away to Alaska, she KNEW. Her reconnaissance that night had been in vain. The boys had finished their homework, taken their baths, and gone to bed. No backtalk. No dealing. No whining. It had been, as Hal had said, too easy. She got up carefully, listening to Hal snore. She pulled on her robe and tiptoed down the hallway. She stopped in front of the door to the 3 boys’ bedroom and pressed her ear to it. Her jaw dropped and her eyes grew wide as she listened to the sounds that she knew so well – the sounds of SEX!

“Dammit, Reese, not so hard!” She heard Malcolm saying.

“Sorry, bro,” Reese groaned, “It’s just that, damn! Who’da thought?”

Malcolm turns to face us and shakes his head. “I sure wouldn’t have,” he admits, gritting his teeth and closing his eyes in pleasure as Reese fucked his tight ass doggie-style on the floor to keep from the dreaded “bed squeaks.” Dewey sat watching, stroking his small but rock-hard little penis and grinning.

“When I get big enough, I’m gonna try THAT!” He piped up.

Suddenly Reese gasped and pushed his member a bit harder at his middle brother’s ass and tried to pull back. “What the hell you doin’?” He demanded, “That almost HURT! Loosen up!”

But Malcolm, even without touching his own stiff and drooling cock, was fast approaching climax. The sensation of his older brother’s penis rubbing at his prostate for so long was simply too much. He began to tighten up as his young and slim body prepared itself for his first prostatic orgasm. “Oh, man, I’m sorry … Reese … I can’t … It’s just too … ahhhhhhhhhhh!”

Reese clenched his jaw and forced his cock in as far as he could as Malcolm began to shiver. The middle boy was reaching for his penis again, but Reese batted his hands out of the way. “Me first!” He demanded, wanting to shoot his load, as he had for the past five nights, up his brother’s ass. Malcolm’s body, however, had other ideas. He shivered and gasped as every nerve in the middle of his body began to fire. It felt as if he were on fire inside, and he began to groan louder.

“Quiet!” Dewey piped, “Or mom will hear us!” He said, still rubbing at his little dick.

“I … can’t … can’t help it!” Malcolm gasped, his head lolling down and his body quivering. “I’m gonna cum, I know it!”

“How?” Reese demanded, still pumping away at him furiously, and feeling like he was loosing a contest of some kind! “You didn’t even touch your dick!”

“I … d-dunnooooooooooooooo…” Malcolm sighed as the climax hit him. It felt like things were exploding inside of him. He ejaculation was not the first thing to happen, though. He clenched his sphincter down upon his older brother’s cock and shook even harder. He was sweating, and it ran from him in rivulets that dripped on the floor as Dewey stared in amazement. His own hard but untouched dick was drooling copious amounts of precum, and his balls had pulled up to almost to slipping up into the inguinal canals. Reese pumped away, still trying to best his younger brother, but to no avail. Malcolm fired his first shot onto the floor and cried out. “Oh God, I think I’m gonna die, Reese!” He fired several more times, sweating and shaking. He’d never felt anything like it before, and he stared down at his hard dick in wonder. He hadn’t touched it, but he’d cum! Reese just fucking him had done it! It was amazing, and he found that he liked it. Really liked it. “Don’t stop, man,” he moaned, shaking his head and drooling as he emptied his seed onto the worn rug. “I think I’m gonna die. It feels like … oh man … I’m gonna die!”

About then, Reese fired his load of the night up his brother’s ass. Malcolm groaned and Reese tried to stifle his own moans of pleasure as he pumped his load deeper and deeper into Malcolm. When they were finally done, both boys collapsed onto the floor in a sweaty tangle of arms and legs. Dewey was beginning to groan as well, but the door swung open.

“Oh you WILL WISH you’d died!” Lois whispered softly in a deadly tone. “You’ll wish you’d died and gone to HELL when I’m done with you!” She suddenly roared, leaping into the room and grabbing up a boy in each hand like Superman and flinging them across the room. The boys hit the wall and slid down to stare at Death Herself in a pink robe and fuzzy slippers. In her hand was not a scythe, but rather, a long and pointy finger much like the Ghost of Christmas Yet to Come from Charles Dicken’s “A Christmas Carol.” Malcolm and Reese both got the distinct feeling that they were staring into the empty grave with their own names on the headstone as she strode forward to smack Dewey’s hands away from his little hard dick.

“Stop playing with yourself, honey,” she advised in a calm motherly tone. “Mommy has to deal with your perverted brothers. OK?”

“OK,” Dewey agreed. “I have to go pee anyway.”

“You do that, sweety,” Lois said, turning back to Malcolm and Reese and instantly doing the Jekyll/Hyde thing.

“M-mom,” Reese began, but was interrupted by a sharp blow to the head.

“Not like there’s anything IN there to hurt,” Lois commented, turning her baleful gaze towards Malcolm. “YOU,” she bellowed. “YOU, of all people! Explain yourselves!”

Helplessly, Malcolm turns to face us. His face has the ‘deer in the headlights’ look to it … “This whole series of events gives an all new meaning to the phrase ‘I’m screwed’ you know!”

Both boys then point at each other. “HE started it!” They both say in unison.

Lois shakes her head. “What the hell am I going to do about this?” She wonders aloud, shaking her head as Dewey returns from the bathroom. “Go to bed, sweetheart. They didn’t do anything to you did they?”

Dewey shakes his head. “I just watched and learned,” he replies, getting into bed and scooting over.

“Don’t worry about it, Dewey. You’re sleeping all alone tonight,” she tells him. “Your brothers aren’t going to be sleeping at all tonight.”

“What?!” Malcolm asks in surprise, “How are you gonna stay up all night to make sure?”

But Lois has that look again. “I’m the mom here, buddy, and I’m pissed. Moms can go for days on end without rest, mainly because of boys like YOU! Trust me, it won’t be the first sleepless night. You have no idea!”

***

“What is that horrible noise?” Stevie’s mom asked him the next morning. “I can hear it louder now, and I thought I heard it last night too.”

“That’s … just … Lois … punishing … Reese and … Malcolm,” Stevie puffs, rolling his wheelchair over to the window. “I think … they … musta … done … something … real bad … this time!”

About then, Stevie’s father, a rather portly man built like a brick wall, enters the room. “Is that IRON BUTTERFLY I hear out there?” He asks, “My God, it sounds like ‘Inna Godda Da Vidda’ playing over and over again, and it’s coming from Hal and Lois’ place! Horrible music,” he comments, shaking his head. “And how’s my boy today?”

Stevie smiles and rolls back from the window. “Fine … thanks, dad. I … need a … change though.”

“Change?”

Stevie nods. “My … catheter. It’s … time uhh-gain,” he groans.

“Oh, and I’m out,” his mother moans, “and the pharmacy is closed! Damn, I’ll have to make do somehow. I know you hate it, honey, but we might have to resort to just a diaper today.”

Stevie turns to face us, his eyes magnified by his thick glasses. “I hate … being … paralyzed … from the … waist down,” he complains.

“I have to know what’s going on over there,” Stevie’s mom stated. “I’ll be back shortly.”

***

“Make it stop,” Dewey moaned as the awful music filled the garage, “Please make it stop!”

“Anything, Mom,” Reese pleaded.

“This is insane!” Malcolm tells us, his eyes half closed and bloodshot, weakly struggling against the leather cuffs holding him – as well as his two brothers – down on camping cots that Lois had set up in the garage. The sounds of what has to have been the most dreadful song to ever come out of the 60’s fill the garage, played on Hal’s old record player as the boys, naked except for long wool sweaters, moan and cry. “She dragged us out here last night,” Malcolm tells us, “Pulled out some of her weird stuff that dad got at that adult bookstore downtown, and tied us down so we couldn’t ‘molest’ each other anymore! And this wool,” he moans, trying to shift himself on the cot as the itching only gets worse and worse. “She was right,” he whimpers, “She isn’t human! She’s been up for 24 straight hours now torturing us! It’s never been this bad! This music! Oh God, then she stops it, and when we start to drift off to sleep, BANG! She cranks it again! And look at her. She’s fresh as a daisy and enjoying this! I mean, so it was a little sex! Big deal! I just wanna go to sleep and stop itching! She’s come up with some weird punishments before, but this REALLY takes it! And these sweaters are just long enough to touch my dick and they itch so BAD! There’s just now way to tune it all out. I just wanna go to SLEEEEP!” He cries.

“Well ya little pervs, Lois asks, sipping her coffee as if nothing were amiss, “How are we doing?”

The boys all moan, tears running down the smooth cheeks from red and swollen eyes. “Please,” they all beg, in an incoherent stream of offers and pleading. Lois takes it all in, shaking her head. “Oh no, not this time. THIS time, I break you, once and for all! You crossed the line, boys. Gay sex under my own roof! Incest at that! And letting Dewey watch?! What is wrong with you? Are you aborigines or what?” She demands, looking at her watch. “I figure two or three more days of this should do it.”

“Mom, please,” Malcolm groans, “I’ll do anything. We all will!”

“Yea,” Reese adds, “Please just let us go! We’ll never do it again! I promise!”

“And how can I be sure of it?” Lois asks, turning the music down a bit. “How can I be sure I won’t come home and find you with your penis stuffed up your brother’s ass again? It’s only been one day, you know, and I have another copy of that record.”

“I DON’T KNOW!” Reese cries, weakly struggling and shaking his head. “But I know YOU can think of something.”

“I’ll get back to you on that one,” Lois replied, turning the music back up. The boys whimper in agony as Lois turns to go. About then, the door to the house opens and Stevie’s mom emerges. Her eyes are wide and her jaw drops.

“What the hell is going on in here?” She asks, taking in the site of the three semi-naked boys and the noise of the music. INNA GODDA DA VIDDA HONEY ….

Lois takes another sip of coffee, seeming nonplused. “Oh hiya, hon. Just teaching the boys an object lesson in the evils of sex and incest. Whatcha need? Cup of sugar? Milk? Flour?”

“W-well I came over to, uh, ask if you had a … then Hal said you were out here, and … OH my God, Lois, what are you DOING? What did they do?”

“M-Malcolm let R-r-reese ass-fuck him,” Dewey answers, desperate to be let go as the wool and the music pound at him.

“Oh my, gay incestuous sex,” she muses, seeming to get a grip on the situation. “Well, I won’t have that problem with my Stevie. There is no chance of it.”

“Why not?!” Reese begs, desperate for an answer to his question and his promise to Lois, as if her answer will set him free.

“Well,” Stevie’s mom muses, “For one thing, he’s paralyzed. He has no sensation in his lower body. He’s numb from the navel down, and he’s also fitted with a Foley Catheter since he can’t pee on his own, which makes use of his penis, even if he could feel it, impossible.”

“That’s awful!” Malcolm cries.

“Oh, by the way, Lois, do you have one?”

“What?”

“A Foley?”

“No, why would I have one? My boys don’t have that problem. The problem they have is SEX!” Lois informs her.

“Well, you now, if Reese was catheterized, he couldn’t screw anyone, or jack off for that matter, either, with that big, thick tube up his penis.”

Lois raises an eyebrow. “Interesting. But tell me, what is Stevie going to do when he … well … when he gets those urges, you know? Won’t he be frustrated with way to get any sexual relief?”

“Nope! Not at all. You see, in addition to being sexually helpless, which we considered, we figured puberty would be very bad for him. He’s pretty fragile, you know. And that would be so cruel. He won’t have any urges, though. We saw to that.”

“Why, what did you do to the poor kid?” Malcolm asks in a weak voice, “Have him neutered too?”

“Why, yes, Malcolm, as a matter of fact we did!” Then her eyes brighten and she and Lois exchange a look. Both women are beaming as they run from the garage and into the house. The boys can’t hear them chatting over the loud music which won’t let them sleep as the itching gets worse and worse.

“Oh, God,” Malcolm moans, “I can’t believe I said that! Neutered? As in cut his balls off? As in castrated? Jesus, what have I done? I said it to MY MOM, and we all know how SHE gets!”

“Great job, genius,” Reese moans, as the boys are left to suffer with the itching and the horrible music.

***

Later on in the evening, Lois returned. She shut off the music, which made the suffering boys jerk their heads up. Their eyes were puffy and red, and their heads bobbed unsteadily like dashboard ornament critters.

“Please let me go,” Dewey begged in a hoarse whisper. Malcolm and Reese, however just stared at the ceiling.

“Of course Mommy’s going to let you ALL go,” she replied.

The boys all looked at her, wild hope in their eyes.

“Right after you all beg me to use my solution to your problems. You see, Stevie’s mom and I had a wonderful chat! She’s got such good ideas and a marvelous doctor. After all, she’d need one with a sick kid like him. Now, here’s the deal. You all heard it. She had Stevie neutered. That means no sexual urges, despite being paralyzed, and no sex drive. No more wild orgies like I caught you in the other night. Ask Mommy to get you fixed, and you can go take a hot bath and go to bed. How’s that?”

Malcolm turns to stare at us. “I KNEW this would happen. God, I can’t hold out any longer! I hate wool! But I won’t go first. I won’t! I’ll make Reese. He’ll crack first. You watch!”

It wasn’t Reese, however, who cracked first. It was Dewey. “I don’t care!” he wailed, “Let me go! Anything, please!”

“Are you sure, honey?” Lois asked. “Being neutered is OK with you?”

Dewey choked and nodded, sniffling, with tears running down his face. “It itches so bad!” he wailed again, obviously having no clue what ‘neutered’ meant, but realizing that it wasn’t, like the torture he was enduring, fatal. Stevie was proof of that. “I don’t care! Neuter me! Just let me go!”

Lois smiled and let him loose, pulling off the sweater. Dewey stumbled out of the room, scratching, as Lois called after him, “There’s a hot bath already run, just dive in!”

“Bath…….” Reese breathed heavily. “I want a bath,” he gasped, too weak to struggle.

“Say it,” Lois demanded, firmly, but in a soft voice.

“Oh, Mom, please NO! Not that! Anything but that!” He begged.

Lois turned the music back on.

“Alright, alright! You win! Cut my balls off! Cut my leg off! Cut my head off, I don’t care! Just please stop!” He screamed.

Lois shut the music off and let Reese loose. He stumbled and fell, unable to get up. “HAL!” Lois screeched, “Come and carry Reese to the bath. After you drag Dewey out, that is.”

Hal arrived a moment later, scooped his son up and carried him off. “You should have went after a girl,” he admonished him. “You could have found a wonderful woman just like your mother and been so happy, but no……….” his voice trailed off as he carried the semi-conscious boy away.

“Now, Mister, what about YOU?” Lois demanded of Malcolm, who lay staring at the ceiling.

“If I say NO, you’ll just torture me some more until I break. If I say yes, you’ll let me go, and the odds of you finding a way to cut my balls off are slim to none. I mean, face it, Mom. You didn’t believe HER did you? You can’t just call a doctor to come and neuter three boys in your home! It’s unethical and illegal, too!” Malcolm replied. “Isn’t it?” He asks us.

Lois thought for a moment. “You may be right, but you should have seen your faces! I won this one, buddy! I will NEVER let you three forget this one! Now,” she said, letting Malcolm loose and helping him up. “You get a bath and go to bed. You all can cut school tomorrow and I’ll have Craig call someone in to pick up my shift at work. I can take a sick day. I think. I’m going to be keeping an eye on you and having a long talk tomorrow! Besides, Mommy would never cut YOUR balls off. They’re soon to be just full of little sperm cells carrying all that genius DNA encoding, just waiting to get some nice wife pregnant with an even smarter boy than you, right?”

“I’m impressed,” Malcolm tells us, “That she came up with that. But she’s wrong. They’re already full!”

Malcolm was the last one dragged to bed, and by the time Hal had pulled the blanket up to his chin, he was dead to the world. He looked at the three sleeping boys, totally exhausted as they were. “They’ll sleep all day,” he predicted.

“Let ‘em,” Lois agreed, softly tickling his chest and running a hand down to his fly. She unzipped it. “I have an idea about what to do, and no worry about THEM waking up tonight!” She said seductively.

“Oh, Lois,” Hal panted, taking her in his arms and sweeping her up. “Talk dirty to me!” He begged as they headed down the hallway.

***

The boys awoke the next day, unsure of what time it was. Malcolm was the first to discover that he couldn’t move. “What the hell?” He grumbled, as he heard Reese scream.

“I can’t move!”

“I can’t either!” Dewey cried.

Malcolm also found that he couldn’t move. He focused his eyes, and looked around. He wasn’t in the bed that he shared with his little brother. He wasn’t even in his room, nor even in his house! He looked around, and saw the perfect and clean walls and down at the spotless cement floor. He tried to move, and saw padded white cuffs holding his wrists and ankles. There was also a padded foam belt across his chest and waist, and straps at the elbows and knees. Reese and Dewey were similarly immobilized and Malcolm realized, when he saw the red crosses on the boxes along the wall and the spare wheelchair, where he was.

They were tied down to portable exam tables in Stevie’s garage!

“JESUS CHRIST!” He screamed. “Guys, we’re at Stevie’s! They must have moved us when we were passed out!”

“I’m naked!” Dewey cried, struggling against his bonds.

“We all are!” Reese observed, trying to break loose. Then his face paled. “Shit, Malcolm! You think they’ll do it? I mean, neuter us? She said they did Stevie and that they would … and Mom said … and we had to agree!” Reese, however, became incoherent and began to babble in panic.

“This is a joke,” Malcolm said, turning to face us as his brothers struggled. “It’s illegal to just cut a boy’s balls off. There’s no way we’re getting castrated. This is all a joke, and she just won’t let it go. You just watch! I mean, it’s medically and morally unethical, to say nothing of just being cruel and inhuman. Shit, this practice of gelding little boys like us went out with the last Chinese Emperor,” Malcolm informs us, laying back and trying to get comfortable. “I’m not buying into it. This is just a sick joke.”

About then, Stevie rolls up to Malcolm’s side, shaking his head. “Oh … man …” he puffs, “You guys … are … in … deep … SHIT!”

Malcolm gasps, jerking his bonds. “Dammit, don’t sneak up on me like that! And what ARE you staring at?”

“F-fluh-hash-backs,” Stevie mumbles, inhaling deeply. “Flashbacks. Damn! They gonna … cut your … balls off … too?”

Malcolm rolls his eyes, trying not to think about his obvious erection. Stevie, however, has noticed. “No, Stevie, no one is getting their balls cut off. This is all a sick joke, something to scare us, and I’m not buying it. No one gets castrated anymore, except old guys with prostate cancer. When was the last time you heard of a little boy getting neutered?”

“You … know,” Stevie puffs in reply, “I’ve never … had … a hard … on … like that! It … sure … is … b-big!”

Reese and Dewey, in the meantime, are still frantically struggling and yelling. Stevie shakes his head. “Not … much chance … of getting … away,” he muses. “Of course … I … couldn’t … get … away … either.”

“Oh don’t bullshit me, Stevie. What are you trying to do? How much is Mom paying you to be in on this?” Malcolm demands, his hard-on pounding in time with his heartbeat and a small bead of precum forming up at the tip.

“You … ever … had an … orgasm?” Stevie asked suddenly.

“What?!” Malcolm squeaked, his face turning beet red. “Of course I have! That’s what got us into this mess! Don’t tell me you don’t even play with yours?”

Stevie shook his head and rolled back a few inches to give his bound friend a better look. He pulled up his shirt and unsnapped the sides of his break-aways. “Easy … access …” he puffed, lifting himself up with less effort than Malcolm thought it would take. He slid his boxers down, and Malcolm’s heart stopped for a moment as he stared at his friend.

Stevie’s cock was very small and tightly circumcised. In fact, it looked almost halfway up as it was cut so tightly. What got his real attention though, was the latex tube coming out of it. It ran to a Velcro holder band around the boy’s thigh, and down off to a collection bag on the side. Stevie raised the hose up, lifting his tiny penis up out of the way to show his friend the rest.

Under his useless little penis was just smooth skin. There were no balls, no scrotum, nothing! There was only a very tiny and hard to see scar. Stevie let his friend look for a few moments, then pulled his shorts back on and resnapped his pants. He sucked in a deep breath, took a drag off of his inhaler, and then sighed. “When I was about nine,” he said without puffing, eyes wide and teeth gritted, “My mom and dad told me I had to have an operation. They took me to the doctor, and he did it right there in his minor surgery room. Since I’m paralyzed anyway, I couldn’t feel it, but it still pissed me off! I mean, they didn’t want me to start puberty and have urges? It’s not fair! What if I wanted a kid? They think they’re gonna take care of me for the rest of my life? What give them the right to cut MY balls off anyway?”

Malcolm stared at his disabled friend. Stevie was excited, and he wasn’t quiet and puffing like he usually was. He was mad. He waved his arms around, and for the first time, Malcolm noticed how muscled and thick his biceps were. He breathed in hard, and looked down at his own dick, which was fully erect and even hurting. He suddenly wanted to get off so bad, and found that the whole scenario in which he found himself was exciting. He thought of Reese taking his ass again, only this time as he was bound and helpless. He listened to Stevie rant and rave on and on, and then wondered if Stevie could feel it if someone fucked HIM in the ass. How far down did his paralysis and numbness go? His penis might be dead, by rights, but was his prostate? Malcolm made a mental note of it, to ask him later on once he was loose and the whole thing was over.

“You notice he doesn’t huff and puff and pant when he’s mad?” Malcolm asks us.

About then, the door opened and Stevie fell silent, puffing again and rolling away.

In strode Lois and Hal, with Stevie’s mom and dad and his doctor in tow. “My, my,” the doctor observed, “Looks like I’ve got my work cut out for me! Get it!? CUT OUT?”

They all laughed, and the boys just stared.

“Now,” the doctor observed, rooting around in his black bag, who gets castrated, who gets nullo’d, and who gets the penectomy?”

“Well,” Lois informed him, “We thought about Reese getting the penectomy, since HE is the active one doing the ass-fucking here. BUT, we also don’t want Malcolm to be sterile. Not with his DNA carrying all those smart genes. And Dewey, well, he’s so little that we figure he can adapt to losing all of it pretty fast. I mean, he just figured out that it was good for more than peeing, and he doesn’t need it anyway. Neither him nor Reese, either one, for that matter. They’re both such idiots that neither of them should breed! Malcolm, on the other hand, well, I hate to do it to him, but he’s the one who’s going to get penectomized, I think. We can always have you extract sperm the hard way later on in life when he’s out of college, and established in life and oh, 29 or so, and making several million a year. Shouldn’t be hard to do, since he wont’ be distracted by sex. At least I don’t think he would be, with nothing to use on anyone. Nothing to play with, more time to learn and make money, right? So let’s just smooth Dewey out, and castrate Reese so he can’t breed. Sound good to you, Hal?”

“Oh, uh, well, whatever YOU think, dear. It’s your show, not mine.” Hal agreed.

“Not me!” Dewey suddenly shrieked, “I didn’t do nothing! I just watched! I swear!”

Lois went over to her youngest son and patted his tummy, sneering at his pounding little erection. “Just think,” she said, “When that’s all gone down there, we can play dress up and you know, Mommy always wanted a little girl. And what did I get?” Her voice turning harsh and low, “Four boys. Well, three of ‘em are gonna learn something today, lemme tell you!”

Dewey gasped and stared at his crotch. The newfound pleasures he’d just discovered were about to be stolen from him, and he screamed again. “I don’t wanna be a girl! I don’t wanna be a girl!” He screamed over and over.

“Knock him out,” Lois ordered, jerking a thumb at him as she got up, shaking her head.

Malcolm and Reese watched, stunned, as the doctor donned rubber gloves and a mask. He then filled a syringe with something and jabbed it into Dewey’s butt cheek. The little boy’s eyes went wide, then rolled up and he passed out with a sigh. His little erection wilted as well. The doctor then proceeded to rub his genitals down in Betadyne and reached into his bag to produce a prepackaged Foley catheter. It was very long, but very thin and small. He lubricated it, and then very gently began to slide it up into the unconscious Dewey’s penis.

“Jesus!” Malcolm screamed, “Mom, what the hell IS this? What’s going on?”

“Just what I said was going on, weren’t you listening, Malcolm?” She replied, watching calmly as the doctor finished catheterizing Dewey and secured the tube to a collection bag hanging on the side of Dewey’s table.

“Well now that that’s in, I guess we can be off with it. All of it, right, Ma’am?” He asked.

Lois nodded.

“You can’t DO this!” Malcolm screamed.

“Yea!” Reese agreed, shaking and pale and struggling like mad. Both boys had raging hard-ons, but neither was aware of it. They were scared out of their minds, and Malcolm’s genius was about to abandon him to pure panic, as Reese was prone to do.

“This is illegal! You’ll go to jail! All of you! I’ll call the cops if you touch me! No one’s cutting MY balls off!” Malcolm cried, desperately trying to break free. “STEVIE!” He screamed, “SOMEONE! Call the police!”

“How many times do you have to be told, Malcolm?” Hal asked demurely, “No one is going to cut YOUR balls off. Only your cock.”

The boys watched in horror as Lois then began rooting around in the bag and produced a couple of red ball gags. She first strapped one around Reese’s head, muting him. Then she approached Malcolm, who instantly realized that is was no joke after all. The boy went to pieces, begging and crying as the reality of it soaked in as the doctor began stretching and working Dewey’s small genitals. He then picked up the scalpel and Malcolm screamed. As his jaw dropped, Lois popped in the gag.

“Threaten ME, will you. You might be the genius here, buddy, but I’M THE MOM! And I always win! You won’t call the cops. You won’t tell anyone. And if anyone finds out, you’ll tell them you had a lump that was cancerous. GOT ME!?” She yelled in his face. “Because if word of this leaks out, DO you have ANY clue as to what I’ll do to you next?”

Malcolm clenched his eyes shut with a whimper and nodded. Then he shook his head, nodded, and shook it again.

“Good! Now cut it off, Doc!” She ordered, watching in delight as the scalpel very slowly split Dewey’s scrotum open. Malcolm stared in amazement as he saw his youngest brother’s small gray testicles emerge from the cut. Blood ran here and there, but the doctor (who seemed far too experienced) dabbed it up and continued to tie the cords. He made a snip, and one of the little boy’s balls fell to the floor. He then repeated the procedure on the other as Lois picked them up and studied them. Reese fainted.

“Woosie,” Lois commented, shaking her head. “Look at this Hal, this is what they look like!” She said, showing her green-faced husband the cut testicle.

Hal turned green, covered his mouth, and ran from the room.

This is NOT happening, this is NOT happening! HOW can this be happening to us? Malcolm thought, unable to speak and trying to chew at the ball in his mouth. He castrated Dewey! He really did it! It’s no joke! Shit, what about ME?! He wondered, staring in absolute horror as the doctor’s scalpel then began a deep cut and slow arc around Dewey’s small and limp cock.

Very slowly and carefully, the doctor finished the cut as Malcolm began to sweat. At first he’d been cold and naked, but now the sweat was dripping off of him. Seeing Dewey’s little penis finally severed, and seeing it slide off down the catheter was too much for him. His throbbing erection, which has begun to hurt with no way of relief, began to ooze large amounts of clear precum again and Malcolm began to shake. Between the arousal and fright, he was very, very close to orgasm. With a sudden bolt of panic, he realized that if he did shoot, it would probably be the last time!

Dewey was bleeding, but the doctor kept it under control as he closed the wound. He seemed to know what he was doing, and Malcolm wondered how many times he’d done this to some poor boy. He’d certainly done Stevie; Malcolm had seen that for himself! Stevie was a eunuch, no doubt about it. And now, so was Dewey. He stared as the tube was pulled down, anchored, and the wound closed around it with the urethral opening being placed just a few centimeters above Dewey’s asshole. Malcolm shivered and closed his eyes, trying not to think about how much it turned him on. He visualized Dewey having to sit to pee, touching that smooth spot where his boyhood had once been, and suddenly his own throbbing member betrayed him. A thick jet of sperm shot out of him, arcing up and over his head and hitting the floor. He groaned as the next wave hit him, unable to tear his eyes away from the suturing that was being done so slowly as to not scar the little boy so badly.

“HEY!” Lois shouted, “Don’t waste that stuff! Dammit, Malcolm, you might have just murdered the next Einstein there!” She yelled, grabbing a moist towelette and wiping up the mess as Malcolm continued to shoot.

The doctor spun around, grabbed a small vial, and tossed it to her. Instinctively, she grabbed Malcolm’s shooting cock and aimed it into the vial as the boy stared in surprise. He shot three more large shots, and then it became a dribble as his lithe young body convulsed in orgasm. Lois collected quite a bit, and returned the vial to the doctor. “Run and put it in the freezer,” he ordered, “We’ll test it later.”

Lois then did that, and came back a few minutes later as the doctor was just finishing bandaging up Dewey after having applied some astringents to staunch the bleeding and sterilize the wound. The first wrap was flat with only the catheter coming out of it, and Malcolm found that his erection just wouldn’t go down. Reese was still out cold, and Malcolm was moaning in ecstasy. His wide eyes turned, facing us as if we could help.

At least THIS humiliating show gives me SOME hope for the future! He mumbled through the gag.

Lois shook her head. “Look at this,” she mumbled in disgust, “The worse one of the litter, mean and nasty and stupid and he passes out when he sees a little blood! Wake him up! I want him to suffer through this!” She ordered, removing the ball gag.

Once Dewey was all bandaged up and the doctor had started an IV line to keep him from dehydrating, he changed gloves again and produced a vial of smelling salts. He broke it and waved it under Reese’s nose. The boy sniffed, snorted, coughed, and jerked at his bonds as he tried to sit upright. “I swear, I didn’t do it! I’m being framed! It’s Saturday! I’m not late, there’s no school today!” Then he looked around, paused for a moment when he saw Dewey’s condition, and looked back at his Mother and the doctor. Then he screamed.

“Malcolm did it! It’s all HIS fault! He made me do it, I swear! I didn’t wanna do it, but he forced me!” He cried, frantically struggling to break loose. “Cut HIS balls off, not mine! I like girls! I swear! I’ll never fuck him again! Mommy, please, don’t hurt me…” he whined, his voice dropping down and finally giving out to soft whimpers and sobs.

Lois shook her head. “THIS is the most pathetic thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” she said flatly. “You sure were a lot braver when you were practically raping your younger brother, Mister! Or when you tried to use your dad’s credit card to order a subscription to XY Magazine. Now, shall I go on?”

Reese’s jaw dropped open and he stared. Lois slipped the ball gag back in and let his head fall back with a THUMP. Reese’s face turned beet red and he started to cry again. Then she turned and looked at Malcolm. “YOU are going last, Malcolm. I want you to watch Reese suffer. And believe me, no matter who instigated it, he’s going to suffer!”

I think she fails to realize just how much I like watching Reese suffer, Malcolm tried to mumble around his gag, turning to share his thoughts with us.

“Now,” the doctor asked, giving Reese’s balls a good hard tug which made him yelp, “You do want the testicles AND the entire scrotum removed, correct? If left intact, the empty scrotum will shrink up over time, but it still contains a lot of nerves, you know. Just touching that empty sac might turn him on.”

Lois gasped. “Well get rid of it then!” She ordered. “The less pleasurable nerves left, the better. Just don’t give him any anesthetics.”

“None?” The doctor gasped in surprised, still working at Reese’s balls to stretch them out. The boy was already rock hard, and he was trembling as the doctor played with his nuts. “Very nicely developed,” he commented. “Alright, he’s your boy. Well, at least for the time being; pretty soon he won’t be a boy though! I think I’ll do it the fast way, Lois. Could you get the big knife out and take it to the lady of the house? I think she has a gas stove, and we can heat the blade to red-hot! That’s gonna hurt like hell!”

Reese shook his head, and his eyes grew wide when he saw the oversized scalpel. Lois aimed it at him. “Say your prayers, buddy,” she warned, leaving the room as the doctor shook his head.

“You’re older and more developed,” he told Reese. “But we’re going to have to shave this hair off. It’s in the way, and it might cause an infection. I know you’re probably proud of it, son, but it’s got to go,” he advised, pulling a can of Edge gel and a razor from his med bag.

Reese turned his head and closed his eyes as the doctor rubbed down his genitals with a wet-wipe. He then spread the shaving gel all around Reese’s package, working it in and giving it time to foam up. Then Reese yelled into his gag and his eyes widened. “Sorry,” the doctor commented, “Probably shouldn’t have brought the cooling menthol brand, should I? Burns a bit?”

Reese nodded and mumbled “Mmm-hmmm!” into his gag. Malcolm’s eyes were also wide again, and he stared at his pulsing erection and the bit of hair just above it. Although his scrotum was still smooth, he could see from Reese’s reaction that the shaving gel wasn’t pleasant. He watched, fascinated, as the doctor slowly began to run the razor over Reese’s crotch. When he saw that it was near full, he tossed it aside and opened a fresh one. In a few moments, his practiced hands had left Reese’s crotch as smooth and soft as Dewey’s, totally devoid of hair. He then set to working at the boy’s genitals again.

“Oh this just won’t do,” he complained, seeing the precum beading up at the tip of Reese’s dick. “LOIS!” He called, “Do bring me a very HOT towel when you come back in.”

Stevie’s mom appeared instead, and Reese and Malcolm both flushed. “One down, two to go?” she said, smiling, as she handed the doctor a hot towel in a small pan of steaming water. “Lois is having way TOO much fun heating that knife! She’s chasing Hal around with it. You go girl!” She called, leaving the room with a spring in her step. The doctor then applied the hot towel to Reese’s crotch, making the boy howl into his gag.

“Hot?” he asked.

Reese whined and nodded. “Good. Make those nuts of yours hang down and make it easier to cut them off.”

Reese began to cry again, but his cock was still throbbing. “And don’t even think about cumming,” the doctor warned him, pressing the hot towel down and working at his genitals. Every now and then, he’d stop to check, then soak the towel again and reapply it. Finally, he seemed satisfied. “LOIS!” He called, “We’re ready in here!”

He then left the towel sit on Reese’s groin, forming a steaming little tent as he reached back into his bag. He pulled out something that looked like a pair of sadistic garden shears and small bag of green rubber bands. Reese gasped and Malcolm stared, unable to speak. Both boys chewed at their gags, and Malcolm turned his head away.

This is beginning to look like a bad sex story you’d read on the Internet, he wondered, sharing his thoughts with us. I mean, that’s an elastrator! You can’t use one of those a PERSON! And what’s with this ‘hot knife’ thing?

The doctor, however, calmly loaded a green band onto the tool and stretched it out. He moved the towel, which trailed a thin line of Reese’s precum off with it. “You wanna cum so bad, don’t you son?” The doctor asked in sympathy.

“Mmm-hmmm!” Reese agreed, his eyes pleading.

“Well, you can’t, sorry. Now brace yourself, kiddo, this is gonna hurt like a bitch!” He warned, pulling Reese’s balls down through the ring. The two boys stared, both of them shivering and oozing precum in steady streams. Reese was fascinated by his trapped scrotum, feeling the rubber touching it here and there, when suddenly the doctor released the clamp and the band snapped shut. Despite his gag, Reese’s scream filled the room. Malcolm was too stunned to react.

Reese writhed in agony as the band bit into his soft and smooth flesh. The doctor then loaded another band, as the first went to work at cutting off the bloodflow to the boy’s doomed balls, he worked them down into a second band; this one he aimed just below the first, which was snugged right up to Reese’s body. He then let it off, and Reese howled again.

“That must be my queue,” Lois announced, walking in and handing the doctor the large scalpel. To Malcolm, it looked like some kind of weird and perverse steak knife. To Reese, it looked like the end of the world. The blade was glowing cherry red. The doctor took it, thanked his impromptu assistant, and pulled Reese’s banded sac down a bit. The skin was turning blue, and he smiled as it cooled in his hand.

“Cool balls, hot knife,” he commented, placing the blade between the bands and drawing it down in one fast motion. When he pulled his hand back, both boys had just enough time to see him hold up Reese’s severed testicles and scrotum before the smell of seared meat hit their nostrils. Malcolm almost retched, risking choking on his own puke, and then a split second later, the pain hit Reese as the doctor held the hot blade in place to cauterize the wound.

Reese’s eyes bugged out, his face paled, and he fainted again. Lois waved her hand in front of her face. “Smells like last Sunday’s roast,” she commented, reaching for the smelling salts again and waving them under Reese’s nose. The boy came to almost instantly, fighting with his bonds and shrieking into his gag. His eyes were wild, and his whole body was trembling as the doctor showed him his amputated jewels, still banded safely inside of their sac.

“Well, young Reese, you are now a eunuch,” he stated, tossing the boy’s balls aside as if throwing away an empty soda can. He then produced a small needle and put a few sutures in the ends of the cut scrotal remnants, closing the wound and snipping the remaining band off with a small set of scissors as Reese cried and struggled. After a few minutes, though, the fight went out of him and he just lay there sobbing quietly. The doctor applied a small chemical ice pack to his wound, and patted his tummy.

“I’m surprised you didn’t shoot,” he commented. “A lotta boys do when you cut their balls off. It’s like they think they have to do it one last time, you know. OH well. It wont’ be long until impotency sets in, your hormones all run out on you, and you’ll be a nice, pleasant, docile young man with no thoughts of sex at all.”

Reese just stared at him for a moment, then turned his head and continued to cry.

“Yea, cry,” Lois told him, “You should have thought about that before you stuffed that raging cock of yours up your brother’s ass.”

Normally, Malcolm thought, looking at us, I’d really be enjoying this. But this is just wrong! I mean, they hurt him on purpose. I dunno what’s wrong with me, but you know … well, maybe … God, you think I might actually care about REESE?

Malcolm watched as Reese was bandaged and sedated. He was embarrassingly aware of the fact that he still had a leaking and raging hard-on as the doctor and his mother turned towards him. He bit down on his ball gag and swallowed hard.“And this is the unlucky one who only looses the penis, right?” The doctor asked.

Lois nodded. “I thought it should have been Reese, but like I said, I don’t want Malcolm sterilized. I’ll bring him in once a month for manual sperm extractions and tests, and when you’re confident that we have enough, maybe you can finish the job. But then again, maybe not. Not being able to jerk off or have a natural sex life might be a lesson well worth relearning every day of his life!”

Malcolm clamped his eyes shut as the doctor began to examine his erect penis. He felt him touching his hairless sac, then suddenly felt a jab and then another on opposite sides of his penis. He opened his eyes, just as the pins and needles sensation began to spread throughout his groin as the anesthetic took affect. Here he was, helpless and about to loose his penis, with no way to relieve his sexual urges just one last time.

“I figure trying to cath that erect thing with him this keyed up would be a HUGE mistake,” the doctor commented.

“Yea, he’d probably shoot all over both of us, at that,” Lois mentioned. “Why don’t you take a sample now though, so he’ll know what it feels like?”

“Good idea, Lois,” the doctor agreed, snapping on fresh gloves. “Now Malcolm, this might feel kind of strange. I don’t know that they’ll be much in there, but what I’m going to do is forcibly milk you. In other words, whatever you have stored up in there is going to be ejaculated out, but it isn’t going to be what you expect.”Malcolm shook his head, chewing at his gag and trying to protest as the doctor lubed up a finger and began to spread the cool gel on his asshole. The numbing sensation in his groin was spreading fast, and he gasped as the doctor inserted first one finger, worked it a bit, then two. His numbed penis bobbed and twitched, but it felt odd, not being able to feel it. The doctor worked his fingers this way and that, and soon had the two of them located on his prostate. He then moved one up and behind it, and Malcolm gasped again.

What the hell is he doing? Malcolm wondered. This sorta feels like being fucked by Reese, but it’s different! I can feel him pressing on my gland, but he just putting pressure on it! He’s not rubbing at it, or in the right place! How’s this supposed to make me cum?

Very soon, however, Malcolm began to understand how it was going to do just that. The pressure, if not any pleasure, was building up inside of him. Lois reached over and grabbed a sample container, and bent his semi-erect penis towards it as the doctor continued his work on Malcolm’s prostate. In a few minutes, the pressure was intolerable. The boy felt as if he were going to shoot, but the pleasurable sensations just weren’t there. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to pee or cum, so he just relaxed. He was rapidly approaching his orgasm, then the doctor shifted his fingers and the pressure became intolerable. He felt himself letting go, but nothing really happened. He looked down and was amazed to see his own cum running out, instead of shooting out, of his fading erection and into the sample container. The pressure was decreasing inside of him, but he still had the urge to cum. In fact, he wasn’t cumming – he was just leaking. When it stopped, he felt drained and tired, but nowhere even close to relieved.

This is bullshit! He tried to scream. What about ME?! You mean I have to have this done every now and then to empty me out and I don’t even get anything out of it? It’s not fair!

The doctor pulled his fingers out of the boy and then peeled his gloves off. He patted Malcolm’s stomach a few times, told him that it would soon be over, and to just relax. Malcolm tried to scream, but the gag muffled it. He glanced over at his eunuch brothers, both of them still asleep, and longingly looked down at his doomed penis, which had gone soft. I’m never gonna be able to jerk off again, he mourned.Then the doctor picked up the Foley catheter and began lubing it. As it went in, the boy once again felt the urge to pee or cum, or both. He relaxed a bit, his penis numb and unresponsive, as the catheter slipped up into his bladder and the tube filled with his urine. He thought about Stevie, and wondered what it felt like to have to wear one of the things for any length of time. He decided that he didn’t like it, but the thought vanished as he saw the doctor looking at a scalpel. Once again, he tried in vain to scream and struggled, praying that his bonds would break and he’d be able to run away. But it didn’t happen.

He stared in horror as the scalpel made its first cut, just at the top of his penis. The doctor was cutting in very close to his body. The scalpel seemed to have a longer than usual blade, and Malcolm suddenly realized why as the blade sank in deep. Blood ran from the cut, and Lois dabbed at with a sponge.

“I always wanted to be a nurse,” she commented.

As Malcolm watched, a good inch of the blade disappeared into his body. The doctor planned to not only cut his penis off, but to also get most of the core as well, leaving him with not so much as a stump to play with. Still, he was unable to take his eyes off of his halfway severed organ as the blade slowly encircled it. He thought of all the times he’d jacked off, how good it had felt, and how he’d so wanted to trying fucking someone else as Reese had made a habit of doing to him. True, being fucked felt great, but the more he thought about it, the more he’d wanted to try it too. And now he’d never have the chance.

He stared and began to whimper as the blade made it’s final move, coming up from the underside to where it had started off. There was no pain, only a strange feeling of dislocation and some tugging as the doctor waited for Lois to dab up the blood and then slowly slid Malcolm’s penis off and down the catheter.

Then the doctor seemed to lose interest in it, quickly applying some astringents to staunch the bleeding so that he could move the catheter down a bit. Then he swore loudly.

“Dammit, I hate that! I forgot to slit his scrotum so I could move the urethra and take more of the core out! Do hand me a fresh blade, Lois.”

“Oh … my … God!” Malcolm heard a puffing voice say in his ear.

He turned his head sharply and saw Stevie, eyes wide and magnified behind his glasses. His jaw was down, and he was shaking.

“Stevie, what are you doing out here?” Lois asked.

The disabled boy puffed his reply slowly, and by the time he was done telling Lois that his mother had sent him out to check on things, the doctor had Malcolm’s scrotum opened up, his testicles moved out of the way, and was angling the bloody remnants of his penile core downwards so that he could relocate the boy’s urethra to the spot between the anus and the bottom of the scrotum. Both boys stared in wonder at the fact that the doctor had removed almost half-again the length of Malcolm’s former penis from inside of him!

They watched, fascinated, as the doctor removed that as well. He secured the tube in place, then began repairs. His practiced hands moved quickly, suturing the new opening here and there and closing the scrotum back up. When he was done, there was a fine line of small sutures held with some surgical glue where Malcolm’s penis had been for the last thirteen or so years, his stitched scrotum with both balls safely intact, and then the tube. Below the tube was his anus.

When he was finished, he stepped back to admire his handiwork. “Going to have one frustrated boy on your hands there, Lois,” he observed.

Malcolm sighed, and realized that Stevie had been holding his hand the whole time. He smiled at him, then turned his head and looked at his remodeled middle. He then began to cry as the doctor bandaged him up. When the shot of sedative finally came, he closed his eyes and felt someone kiss his cheek, then felt his own hand being placed on his stomach. Then he passed out.

***

“Oh there you are,” Malcolm snaps at us, stopping on his bike on the sidewalk and looking annoyed. “I wondered if you were still around. Well, it’s been a couple of long months. We spent the whole first month in bed, believe it or not, being taken care of by Mom and Stevie and his mom. Can you believe they even tied our hands to the bedposts? What the hell is that? I mean, Jesus, poor little Dewey’s practically a little girl now, Reese has turned into the typical eunuch boy, and I don’t have a penis anymore! I guess Reese might have been able to do something the first month or so, after all, they only cut his balls off and he still had some testosterone in his system. That died fast, though! It’s like a racecar that can’t refuel – it runs like hell for a while, then just quits!

“You should have heard him the first morning he woke up with no hard-on! He screamed and cried for hours! Finally, Stevie’s mom had to knock him out with something she uses on Stevie when he gets hyper. I’ve never seen it, but she says he really gets unwound sometimes. But back to the story!

“Reese was hard for damn near the whole month, and embarrassed as hell too! I mean, he couldn’t use his hands, so he had to have someone hold a urinal just for him to pee in! Me and Dewey, on the other hand, they left us catheterized for convenience until we were healed up enough to take the tubes out. Poor Dewey’s back in diapers again. I guess not having a penis to hold onto was too much for him and he keeps wetting himself. I had some problems the first week, but after the muscles weakened from a month of the tube being in, I expected it. I got used to it though. A couple of accidents, no big deal.

“What sucks is when I wake up in the middle of the night and forget, though. You have any idea how humiliating it is to be standing there in your boxers at 2AM and just reach in, cant’ find your penis, but let go anyway? What a mess!

“But back to Reese. No more erections, it seems. He wakes up, goes and pees, no drama, and then we clean up, eat and go to school. Explaining the time off was hard, but mom told ‘em we all had malaria, so it was OK. Reese’s grades are up too. C’s and B’s. Amazing! He studies after school now, and he just sits quietly and reads. No arguing, nothing! It’s like there’s no fight left in him. He does what he’s told, and he’s even nice! I asked him the other day if he wanted to help torture Dewey and he said, ‘No, the poor kid’s got enough problems with being null’d and the diapers and all. Leave him alone.’

“Can you believe that? Geeez, it’s just like neutering a dog. Calmed him down bigtime! The cops even called, wanted to know if he’d been kidnapped or died.”

Then Malcolm sighs, and starts to ride off. Then he stops and looks back at us with a smirk.

“You wanna know about ME, don’t’cha? Poor little Malcolm, all balls and no cock. How does he cope? He can’t jerk off anymore, he’ll never fuck anyone, and those monthly milkings with no pleasure involved, just being drained out? Well I got news for ya’s …

“You’ll recall that I could get off, and get off GOOD when Reese fucked me. Well, there’s no way to stop that, is there? Cutting Reese’s balls off and getting him a Medic Alert bracelet that says ‘DO NOT ADMINISTER MALE HORMONES’ may have killed his sex life, but not mine! I mean, what can they do, cut off my ass? Ha! All I have to do is find someone is to assfuck me, and in about fifteen minutes, I’m emptying my load right out by my ass, no problem! I get off, and to be honest, it’s intense! You think jerking off is nice, you should try this!”

Then Malcolm pauses and rubs at his crotch, sighing.

“I kinda miss it though, you know, but I gotta go now. It was a long two months, and I haven’t had it since last week, so I’m really horny! I get milked in a couple of days, and I wanna be sure I get OFF before they do that. You know, I cant’ get off, no matter how much I get fucked, for like two days afterwards?! That sucks! Oh well. The joke's on Mom, because she might have eunuchized Reese and Dewey, but I can still cum! And I'm about to shortly. See ya's!”

Then we see a car pull up, and the horn honks.

“Wow, now I don’t have to bike it!” Malcolm cries, putting his bike on the back rack of the car and climbing in.

“Hello, Malcolm,” the driver says, smiling and patting his leg. “I see you wore those nice satin soccer shorts again.”

“Yea, I know you like ‘em, Craig,” Malcolm replies, smiling. Then he turns to face us, smirking.

“I KNOW what you’re thinking. He’s plain, dumpy, fat, and just plain weird. But hey, who’d have thought that CRAIG was packing a nine-and-half inch cock in those baggy pants?!”

“I hope you’re ready for it,” Craig says.

Malcolm smiles at us, touching his own crotch, and we see the front of his shorts flattening out as he stretches back. “I’m always ready,” the boy replies, “I sorta NEED it, you know.”

Craig smiles at him and the car pulls away.

“Are you loosing weight, Craig?” Malcolm asks.

END