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Chapter 11: Father O'Hair Was Right Father O'Hair was right. Six months after Nurse Rollins had cut off his balls, Jaime no longer wanted to masturbate. It wasn't that he couldn't do it. He still could. It's just that it took an effort -- prolonged pumping of his cock -- for him to get it hard, and even more pumping for him to be able to come. He still could come, but instead of long, white, ropes of come, shooting from his dick, only a little clear fluid oozed out. It still felt good. He always enjoyed it afterward; but something was missing -- the need to do it. He no longer felt the need to jack off. He could take or leave it, only doing it now to show himself that he still could, that being robbed of his balls hadn't robbed him of his sexuality. He still fucked girls occasionally, usually Deloris Brown. After all she had been his first, and he'd liked her before he'd lost his balls. Maybe he even loved her, but when he told her he did, she said, "I like you, Jamie, but I can never love you. You don't have any balls. You can never be a father to my children. I fuck you because I like you -- and you're safe, since you can't give me a baby -- but that's all there is between us, just sex." Jamie had found out the other girls felt the same way. To them, he was a hard dick with no dangerous, child producing, balls beneath it. The Catholic girls in town had decided that it wasn't a sin to fuck him, since he had no balls. Jamie didn't know what a theologian would say about it, but that was the conclusion the girls had reached. As far as he knew, they never mentioned having sex with him to their confessors, or if they did, they put him in the same category and some kind of masturbatory implement, something they used for masturbation. That was all well and good. It got him a lot of pussy, but it didn't make him feel particularly good about himself. Who wants to be categorized along with dildos. That was why he didn't fuck too often any more. After his castration, he had fucked four or five times a week, but then he'd still felt a need for it. He didn't any longer. At first, he'd fucked any girl that wanted him, but now, he only fucked Deloris and one or two other particularly nice looking ones. Without balls, his brain was his primary sex organ. He needed to arouse it, in order to stiffen his dick. When he'd had balls, his brain had been totally irrelevant. Hell, he couldn't even think then when his dick was hard. That's why he'd lost his balls in the first place. His need to jack off had caused him to do it where he was certain to be caught doing it, even after he'd been warned that his jacking off would have dire consequences. Of course, they hadn't told him what those consequences were, that Nurse Rollins would cut off his balls, if he were caught masturbating again. Maybe if they had -- but then, maybe not. His need to jack off then had been so great, that he probably couldn't have stopped, no matter the consequences, not if his life, instead of his balls, had been forfeit for it. It was difficult to remember what that had been like, needing to jack off. Any longer, unless turned on visually by something he saw, a girl's tits or butt, for instance, he could probably go the rest of his life without jacking off. It had been two months as it was, since he'd done it last. Oh, he'd fucked a half dozen times during that period, but that wasn't much considering he'd jacked off more than twenty times a week when he'd still had balls, sixteen times the day before he'd been castrated. Chapter 12: Nurse Rollins Still Had His Balls in the Little Bottle Nurse Rollins still had his balls in the little bottle. She showed them to him, when he'd went for his six month's checkup. "You're completely healed," she said fingering his scrotum, which had shrunk considerably since he no longer had balls. Sometimes, it drew up so much that he appeared to have nothing beneath his dick, not even a flap of skin. Only when he was hot, either from exercise of a hot shower, did the flap of his scrotum expand, hanging down from his dick like an upside down rooster comb. "Would you like to see them?" she asked. "What?" I said. "Your balls," said Nurse Rollins, "Would you like to see your balls?" "Do you still have them?" asked Jamie. "Of course," she said, going to the cabinet and unlocking it, taking out the little bottle. She let him hold it. His balls lay at the bottom of the bottle. Jamie looked at them without speaking. Somehow seeing them, gave him the feeling of a sense of loss. He sat on the examining table naked from the waist down. He glanced down at his empty sack, where his balls had once been. Tears clouded his vision. They had no right to cut off his balls. True, he didn't think about their loss often. In a way, he didn't miss them, but they didn't have the right to take them in the first place. They had robbed him of choice. It should have been his choice to keep them or not. In a way, too, they had robbed him of his future. No girl would ever want to marry him, ball-less as he was. He would never have children of his own. Some girls wanted to fuck him -- because he had no balls -- but none would ever want to marry him. What right did they have to take that from him? Nurse Rollins noticed his tears. "Perhaps I should put these away," she said, taking the bottle from his hand. She locked them back in the cabinet. She pinched his scrotum between her thumb and fingers. "You're better off without them, Mr. Taylor. From what I understand, both your grades and your behavior have improved since your orchiectomy. She used that word again, the one he couldn't pronounce, but understood, the one that meant she had cut off his balls. It was true his grades had improved and -- he supposed -- his behavior, too, but at what cost? He looked down at his limp dick. It lay, inert, like something dead. In a way, it was dead -- or at least in a deep sleep. It never awoke on its own anymore. He had to vigorously shake it to wake it. "You can get dressed," Nurse Rollins said. "You don't need to come back. You're completely healed. Give it time, Jamie," she said, using his first name for the first time. "It really is for the best, you know." Jamie jacked off after he left the clinic. He had to know whether he still could. It took some work, but he came, dribbling a little clear fluid from his dick. It was a good orgasm, not mind blowing like most of them had been when he had balls, but it felt good. Chapter 13: Did You Hear? "Did you hear?" asked the boy. "Within the hour, you won't be the only boy without balls." "What do you mean?" asked Jamie. "Your friend, Fred Adams, is about to lose his." "That fucking idiot," said Jamie, turning and running from the room. Fred had told him he wanted his balls cut off, but Jamie thought he'd talked him out of it. Fred was doing it for the dumbest of reasons. We wanted to be able to fuck girls like Jamie did. Jamie had told him, "It's not worth losing your balls for. After you've been without them for as long as I have you probably won't care about fucking, anyway. I don't any longer, not really." "You still fuck," Fred had said. "Not for the fucking," said Jamie. "I'd be satisfied just to lie naked with a girl and have her hold me. That's what I like -- much more than the fucking. I hardly ever come anymore. Usually the girl is exhausted from climaxing before I'm ready to come." It had been nine months since Jamie had been castrated. He still fucked girls, but as he'd told Fred, he rarely came. He could keep his dick hard, though. That's all the girls seemed to care about. They usually had multiple orgasms. And it wasn't fucking he enjoyed about it, it was lying in bed with a naked girl, his head resting between her breasts. Sometimes -- in the heat of passion -- they told him that they loved him. He loved hearing it, even if he knew they didn't mean it. They might love what he could do for them, the climaxes that he gave them, but they didn't love him, not when they remembered he had no balls. At least, they liked him. They gave him their affection, anyway. He had explained all that to Fred. "You do not want to lose your balls," he had said. "All the pussy in the would isn't worth that. You might want kids and a family someday. You can't have them, if you don't have balls. He was certain he'd convinced Fred, but now he wondered. He ran down the hall. He had to see Father Brennan before Fred was castrated. "What is it, Mr. Taylor?" Father Brennan said, when Jamie burst into his office. "Is it true you're going to castrate Fred Adams?" he asked. "Mr. Adams requested that we castrate him," said Father Brennan. "I've decided to accede to his wishes. We might offer it to other boys, who realize their sexual shortcomings." "Sexual shortcomings? What sexual shortcomings?" "Mr. Adams said he was afraid he'd submit to his homosexual desires, if we didn't castrate him," said Father Brennan. "We're doing it to save his immortal soul." "Fred isn't queer," said Jamie. "That's not why he'd doing it, he'd doing it so he can have sex with girls." "You're not making any sense, Mr. Taylor. Why would a boy want to be castrated so he could engage in sex? In any case, it's too late. Nurse Rollins has already started the procedure." Jaime opened his mouth to tell Father Brennan about all the girls he'd fucked, since he'd lost his balls, but shut it again. Even if Father Brennan believed him, what good would it do? Nurse Rollins was probably cutting off Fred's balls at that moment. He turned, running from the room, sprinting down the halls toward the clinic. If she'd already started, he was too late. It'd take him ten or fifteen minutes to get there. When Jamie opened the door to the room where Nurse Rollins had cut off his balls, he saw that she had already started. This time, she was assisted by another nurse, hired since Jamie had been castrated. One of Fred's balls already lay in a bowl. After seeing his in the bottle, Jamie had no doubt what it was. "Stay where you are!" said Nurse Rollins, through the surgical mask she wore. "I won't have you contaminating the patient." "Don't do it," Jamie said. "You're a little late, Jamie." She nodded at the ball already in the bowl. I've already cut one off." She bent over, lowering her scissors to Fred's groin. Jamie thought he heard a snip. He might not have, but he thought he did. "Here's the other one," said Nurse Rollins, holding up Fred's other ball. "Leave, Jamie. I have to sew him up. You can come see him tomorrow." Jamie left. It was too late, anyway. Chapter 14: You Fucking Idiot "You fucking idiot," Jamie said, "Why did you ask them to castrate you?" It was the day after Fred's castration. "I told you that I'd give anything to have my balls back, yet you asked them to castrate you." "I wanted girls to fuck me like they do you," said Fred. "You fucking idiot," Jamie repeated, "In a few months you won't even want to fuck. You need balls to care anything about it." "You still fuck," said Fred. "Not for the fucking," said Jamie. He closed his eyes for a minute, trying to figure out how to explain it to Fred. "It's to be held. Even if the girls will never love me because I don't have balls, they hold me and kiss me when we make love. That's why I do it. Until I started screwing girls, no one had held me since my mom died. Holding -- that's what I need and want, not fucking. Anymore, that's more work than fun. I just do it because -- at least for a while -- the girl loves me -- if not me, then what I do for her, the climax I give her. For a while I feel like I'm loved, even if I know it's not for real." "Maybe I want that, too," said Fred. I don't even remember my mother. All I remember is being at St. Michael's. At least you remember your mother, since she didn't die until you were ten. You've only been here four years. I've spent my whole life here. No one's ever loved me. No one's ever held me." "It's not worth your God damned balls," said Jamie. "You can say that," said Fred, " but you have girls that want you. I don't have anyone." "You have me," said Jamie. "You're the only friend I have." "But I DON'T have you," said Fred. "The girls have you, I don't." "Your not queer for me, are you Fred? You didn't really mean it when you told Father Brennan you were queer, did you?" "I don't know," said Fred. "What if I am? Would you hate me for it?" "No," said Jamie, "I wouldn't hate you for it. I just never had any idea that you felt that way." "I didn't know I did either," said Fred, "not until you started fucking the girls. But it made me jealous, not of you because you got to fuck the girls, but of the girls, because they took you away from me. You're all I have in this fucking place. You're the only one that's ever cared about me. I just wanted to be like you." "Like me? You mean, ball-less like me?" "I guess," said Fred. "It's always been you and me against the rest, the fathers and the other boys. I was afraid I'd lose you. I thought maybe if -- like you -- I had no balls, you'd like me better." "Fuck. You're like my brother. I love you like a brother. I was never queer for you, but that doesn't mean I don't love you." "You used to jack off when you were with me," said Fred. "That didn't mean anything," said Jamie. "I used to jack off every change I got. I jacked off when I was with you, because I knew you wouldn't tell on me. You always ran away when I did. I remember you said it was because you didn't want anyone to think we were queer. You never jacked off with me." "I wanted to," said Fred, "but, you see -- I was afraid I was queer for you. That's why I ran away." "And that's why you let them castrate you, not because you wanted to fuck a girl?" Fred nodded. Jamie leaned over, kissing Fred on the cheek. "I love you, Fred. I'm not queer for you, but I feel no desire for the girls, either. Without my balls, I don't have those feelings anymore." "Then I'm better off not having them either," said Fred. Jamie kicked off his shoes, then climbed in bed with Fred, putting his arms around him -- holding him close. "You fucking idiot," he said again. Chapter 14: The Ball-less Wonders The ball-less wonders the other boys called them when no father was around. Afraid that they might have theirs cut off, they never said it when one was. If the boys hadn't been outcasts before, they were now. They were ball-less freaks as far as the other boys were concerned. Too, some of the other boys were jealous of Jamie. They knew he was getting pussy from some of the girls in town, and most of them weren't. Most town girls would have nothing to do with the boys from St. Michael's. One of them, though, Travis Nelson, did have a girlfriend, Susan Hawkins, a fourteen year-old from town. She told him about Jamie's fucking some of the town girls. "Go on," he said, "he doesn't have any balls. How can he fuck?" "He might not have balls," she answered, "but his dick still gets hard. Deloris Brown told me he can fuck all day without squirting, his dick hard the whole time. You can't fuck me two minutes without squirting. He gives Deloris multiple orgasms. The only way you ever give me one is with your hand. Maybe you should get your balls cut off, then I could have multiple orgasms like Deloris." "You don't really mean that," said Travis. "No," she answered, "I love you. I want to marry you some day." He was seventeen. "No one will ever marry Jamie, since he doesn't have balls, but I would like to fuck him. Deloris says it's great, and they don't even have to use a rubber like we do." "You better NOT fuck him." "Why not?" she asked. "It wouldn't be like I fucked another boy. He's not really a boy. He's a eunuch. Aristotle said that a eunuch is not perceived to be male. He's neither male or female. Deloris says it isn't even a sin to have sex with him. He can't make babies." "There you go with that Greek shit again," said Travis. "I wish you'd stop reading those books about the Greeks. They were perverts and queers." "They were the fathers of Western civilization," she said. "I don't care, they were a bunch of queers. Boy or not, you're not going to fuck Jamie Taylor or anyone else." "All right," Susan said. "I mean it," said Travis. "I said all right," said Susan. Chapter 15: Do You Still Get Erections? "Do you still get erections?" Nurse Rollins had called Jamie back for a follow-up examination she had called it, even though she had told him at the end of six months that she wouldn't need to see him again. "What?" asked Jamie. "Don't give me that what shit, Jamie. You know what I mean. Does your dick still get hard?" Jamie was shocked. He not only didn't expect Nurse Rollins to ask him about whether his dick got hard or not, he hadn't expected to hear her say, "shit." "Why?" said Jamie. "Just call it professional curiosity," she said. "It's been what -- ten months -- since I cut off your balls. Any hormones they supplied you are long since gone. I didn't think a boy that had been a eunuch as long as you have could still get an erection, but I've heard you can." Who had she heard it from? The only people that knew -- besides Fred -- were the girls he fucked; and he didn't fuck many anymore, usually not more than two or three a month, and he never climaxed then. Jamie couldn't remember the last time he'd had a climax. "I've heard that some of the town girls are availing themselves of your services. I have a friend that's a nurse at the hospital in town. She said that one of her patients, a fifteen year-old girl, had admitted to having sex with you. She thought you'd given her some sexually transmitted disease." "I never gave anyone a disease," said Jamie. "There's nothing wrong with me." "Turns out, she just had a yeast infection, but by the time she found that out, she'd already ratted on you." "What are you going to do?" asked Jamie. "I could tell Father Brennan," said Nurse Rollins. "I don't think he'd be too happy to find out you'd had your balls cut off, only to go from masturbation to fornication." "The girls all say it's not a sin to do it with me, since I don't have balls. De --" He started to say Deloris, but thought better of it. Although it might have been Deloris, who had told, it would have just as well been one of the other girls he'd fucked, the last being Susan Hawkins. He'd fucked her because Deloris had asked him to. "One girl said that I wasn't even a boy any longer. She said that Aristotle said that eunuchs weren't male." That's what Susan had told him. "Aristotle might have said that, but the Church doesn't accept it. As far as the Church is concerned, there are only two sexes, male and female. Just because you no longer have balls, doesn't mean -- according to the Church -- that you aren't male. Fornication, even with you, is still a mortal sin." "Are you going to tell him?" Jamie didn't know that it would matter. She'd already cut off his balls? "I might be convinced not to tell him," she said. "How?" asked Jamie. "Am I right in assuming that the story is true, that you can still perform intercourse?" Jamie nodded. "You can still get hard?" Jamie nodded again. "Show me." "You want me to masturbate in front of you." "If that's what it takes," she said. "I want to see if you can get hard. Drop your pants and grab hold of your dick. I want to see it." Well, it wasn't like she hadn't seen him naked. She had cut off his balls, hadn't she? And she'd seen him everyday afterward until he'd been released from the clinic, besides seeing him on follow-up examinations. Only the girls he'd fucked had had their hands on his dick more than she had, and none of them had his balls locked away in a cabinet. He let his jeans drop down around his ankles, then pulled down his white cotton briefs. His dick wasn't hard, despite all the talk about fucking. It took more than talk to get it hard any longer. It wasn't very big soft, two and a half, three inches, tops. "You want me to start jacking off, he asked. Deloris Brown was the only girl he'd jacked off in front of. He'd shot his wad in the presence of a lot of people before, but those had always been surreptitious jack offs, that he'd accomplished by rubbing against something with his clothes on. Of course, that's what had cost him his balls in the first place, all those surreptitious jack offs. He'd never been able to come without all those around him knowing what was going on, and he'd never been able to keep from jacking off in the first place. Then, jacking off had been the most natural thing in the world. Now, it was work. "Do it," she said. "I want to see you get it hard." Jamie started pulling on his dick. It took a while, but it finally became hard. He quit when it was fully erect, his foreskin pulled back, exposing the head of his dick. The head was usually completely covered, his foreskin extending over the end of it by almost three quarters of an inch. That's another thing that set him off from the other boys. Most of them had been circumcised, and he hadn't. He'd been castrated, instead. Fred -- of course -- was both circumcised and castrated. "It's not very big," she said, "but it is hard." She took a ruler out of her desk, sticking it against his groin, measuring the length of his dick. "Four and seven-eighths inches," she read. Take off the rest of your clothes, Jamie." Nurse Rollins walked to the door, locking it from the inside. "Get on the bed," she said after he had stripped. She pulled her nurses uniform over her head, then took off her slip and panties. She wanted to fuck him. What other explanation was there? His dick had gone soft almost as soon as she had let go of it. The head of it had already retreated within the folds of his foreskin. She climbed on the bed beside him -- reached for his dick, taking it in her hand, pumping it until it was hard. "It might not be big," she said, "but it's hard as a bone." She climbed on top of him, sliding his dick into her vagina. Nurse Rollins, too, had multiple orgasms before she was finished with Jamie's hard cock. After she had fucked him, she washed off his dick, then sucked it until he came. It was a new sensation for Jamie. None of the girls had ever given him a blow job. He'd heard of blow jobs, of course, but Nurse Rollins had given him his first. "I wondered if you could come," she said afterward. "That was the first time in months," said Jamie. "I didn't know whether I still could." "Is it always clear like that?" she asked, rubbing her thumb across the last few drops seeping from his dick. "Yes," said Jamie, "It hasn't been white for a long time." "Do you like to come?" she asked. "Yes," said Jamie. "It just usually takes too much work to make it worth the trouble, besides I don't need it like I used to." "Is it true you used to masturbate twenty times a week?" Jamie nodded. "Usually more. Sometimes thirty." "You are amazing, Jamie Taylor. No wonder you can still get hard and come. I read that some eunuchs could, as long as they were castrated after puberty, but I didn't believe it until I saw you. From now on you have an appointment with me every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, and any other day I might want you. I'll say there's some complication from your orchiectomy that I have to treat. I'm the patient in this case though, and you have the medicine to treat me." She grabbed him by his now limp dick. "Why me?" asked Jamie. "For the same reason the girls want you," she said, "You're a cute kid, and you can't make babies. There's no risk involved fucking you. Keep your mouth shut though. If I even hear a hint that you're fucking me, I'll cut this off." She tugged on his dick. Jamie wouldn't tell anyone. It was bad enough losing his balls. He didn't want to lose his dick, too. If some people said he wasn't a boy because he had no balls, what would they say, if he had no dick either? And -- he had no doubt that she would cut off his dick, if he said anything. She had had a gleam in her eye when she'd said it. Jamie knew that she'd enjoyed cutting off his balls. For some reason, she enjoyed cutting off boys' balls. Of that, he was certain. She was probably looking for an excuse to cut off his dick. He didn't want to give it to her. She wasn't a bad fuck, either. She knew a lot more about fucking than any of the girls he'd fucked. With them, he just got on top and pumped away until they were satisfied. Nurse Rollins had ridden him, thrusting her vagina against his groin in a circular motion. And the blow job. That had been nice. Jamie wouldn't mind having more of those. Too, she had said that she loved him. Of course, she had been coming at the time and hadn't meant it any more than any of the girls had, but still, it had been nice to hear. It was always nice to hear someone say, "Jamie -- I love you." He didn't mean to tell anyone, but he did. Chapter 16: You Fucked Nurse Rollins? "You fucked Nurse Rollins," said Fred when he told him. "Shh --" said Jamie, looking around to make certain no one had heard. He'd whispered it to Fred, but Fred had said it out loud. "You fucked Nurse Rollins, and I haven't fucked anyone. I got my balls cut off three weeks ago, and no one wants to fuck me." "I thought you wanted your balls cut off so you could be like me," said Jamie. "I did, but I'm not like you," said Fred. "You're fucking girls -- even Nurse Rollins -- and no one wants me. I'm safe, too. I don't have any balls." Jamie looked at Fred. He was his best friend. He loved him like a brother. Fred might be safe -- but he wasn't cute. Nurse Rollins had said that she wanted to fuck him because he was cute and safe. He suspected that both were a requirement with her and probably with the other girls as well. Fred was short and chunky and wore thick glasses. As much as Jamie liked him, he didn't think Fred was cute. Even without balls, he wasn't likely to get a girl. Deloris Brown had liked Jamie -- might have even let him fuck her -- before he lost his balls. That he didn't have any, just made it safe for her to fuck him. It might still be as sin, as Nurse Rollins had said, but Deloris didn't think it was. Maybe Nurse Rollins didn't either. If she did, she was going to have a lot to say in confession. She had not only fucked him, but sucked his dick, too. "Do you still jack off?" Jamie asked. "Yes," said Fred. "Is it still white when you come? "Yes," said Fred. "Do you jack off as often as before?" "No," said Fred, "I've only jacked off twice this week. I used to do it four or five times." "Come here, then," said Jamie. "Where are we going?" asked Fred. "You'll see," said Jamie. He led Fred into a linen closet. After shutting the door behind him, he reached for Fred's fly. "What are you doing?" asked Fred. "You said you were queer for me, and you said you wanted to have sex with someone, well, you're going to have sex with me. If I can do it with girls that I don't care anything about, I can do it with you." "Are you going to fuck me?" asked Fred. "I will if you want me to, but I've never fucked anyone in the ass. I was going to show you what Nurse Rollins did to me." "What?" "Just take off your pants and lie down," said Jamie, "and I'll show you." Fred did. His dick was hard. He could still think his hard. "Aren't you going to take off your clothes?" asked Fred. "I don't need to for what I'm going to do. Do you want me to?" "Yes," said Fred. "All right," said Jamie, "Take off your shirt, too. Fred already had his pants and underwear gathered around his ankles. He kicked them off as he pulled off his shirt over his head. Jamie dropped his pants and took off his shirt. Before long, both boys were naked. He lay down on top of Fred, rubbing his limp dick against Fred's hard one. He kissed him on the mouth, running his tongue into it like the girls had taught him. "I love you, Jamie," Fred said -- and he wasn't even coming. "I love you, too, Fred, Jamie said, working his way down, stopping to nibble on Fred's tits. He seemed to like it, just as the girls had. He stopped to kiss Fred's navel. Further down he arrived at Fred's bush, the hair above his dick. He raised his head up to have a look at Fred's dick and his scrotum. Fred's dick was larger than his. Fred might be smaller than he, but his dick was bigger, at least an inch longer. Fred's ball sack was as empty as his, though. All the swelling had gone down. It hadn't shrunk like Jamie's had yet. It was still big enough to hold a pair of balls. Jamie's wasn't, not without some stretching. It had felt good when Nurse Rollins had licked his scrotum. He could tell that Fred liked it, too. He stopped for a moment when he got to the head of Fred's dick, then licked it, rimming it with his tongue. Fred put his hand on top of his head. He knew what Fred wanted, even if Fred didn't know himself. Jamie opened his mouth, taking Fred's dick into it. It was only seconds before Fred said, "I'm going to come." Jamie took the first couple squirts of Fred's come into his mouth. Nurse Rollins had swallowed his. He wanted to see how Fred's come tasted, wondering if it tasted different from his. It was a strange taste -- salty, first he thought, but not really. He'd never tasted anything quite like it. He'd never tasted his, before or after he had been castrated. Maybe he'd taste his own, the next time he came, to see if the taste of it differed from Fred's. Fred was still squirting when Jamie took his mouth away. One rope of white come struck Jamie in the face. After that some more oozed from the hole in his cock's head. His come was still white, and he shot a lot more of it than Jamie could. Jamie used to be able to produce a prodigious amount of spunk when he had balls, but no longer. Now, just a few drops of clear fluid. With his fingers, Jamie touched the semen pooling on Fred's abdomen. It was sticky and still warm. He rubbed his fingers in it smearing it across Fred's stomach. "Did you like that?" he asked. Fred nodded -- but he was crying. "What's the matter?" Jamie asked. "We're going to hell now, aren't we?" "Why do you say that?" asked Jamie. "Homosexuality is a sin against God," said Fred. "It's almost as bad as murder." "Maybe what we did isn't homosexual. Neither of us have balls. I can't swallow your seed, if you have none to swallow. Maybe it doesn't matter what we do. If it's not a sin for me to fuck girls, why would it be a sin for us to have sex?" Of course, Nurse Rollins had just told him that fornication was a sin for him, even though he had no balls, but why should he tell Fred that? Jamie wasn't certain any longer that God existed, anyway. What God would let priests castrate boys? Besides, that's not all the priests did. Jamie had heard boys talk about Father Conner, what he did with some boys. Wasn't it homosexual behavior for a priest to jack a boy off? Yet, no one was talking about castrating him. Oh, some of the boys might, but certainly not Father Brennan. "Should we confess what we just did?" asked Fred. "I'm not," said Jaime. "But the confession is sacrosanct," Fred said, "the priest can't use anything you say against you." "I don't trust the priests," said Jamie. "I think some of my confessions about jacking off got back to Father Brennan. No one caught me doing it five times, but that's how many times I was called into Father Brennan's office about it before the sixth time for that time in the pool." Chapter 17: The Boy is Incorrigible "The boy is incorrigible," said Father Brennan. "But I thought he was doing so well," said Father O'Hair, "Since he'd been castrated, his grades are up, and he's certainly no longer masturbating. I doubt that he can." "It's worse than that," said Father Brennan. "He's fornicating with town girls." "Jamie Taylor?" asked Father O'Hair. "Are we talking about the same boy? How can he be fornicating when he has no testicles?" "I don't know how he's doing it, but he is," said Father Brennan. "Adam Hawkins came to see me today. Apparently, his daughter, Susan, is pregnant by one of our boys." "Then that certainly can't be Jamie. He can't impregnate a girl." "No," said Father Brennan, "it was Travis Nelson that impregnated the girl, but when I confronted him, he told me Jamie Taylor was having sex with girls in town. I didn't believe it either, but even Susan Hawkins fornicated with him. She admitted it to her father. It turns out she's not the only one. She named five other girls that he'd also fornicated with, and there might be more." "Jamie Taylor," said Father O'Hair, shaking his head, "We cut off his testicles, and he goes from masturbation to fornication. Unbelievable. But what can we do about it. We've already cut off his testicles?" "I've already talked to Nurse Rollins. She's going to cut off his penis tomorrow." "Cut off his penis?" said Father O'Hair. Isn't that a little drastic? And what are you going to do about Travis Nelson? He's the one that got the Hawkins girl pregnant." "We're going to castrate him," said Father Brennan. "Nurse Rollins is preparing him as we speak." "But what about the baby?" asked Father O'Hair. "Couldn't Travis marry the girl?" "She's only fourteen," said Father Brennan. Her father's sending her away until she has the baby. Then it will be put up for adoption. He doesn't want her to have anything to do with one of our boys." "But Travis Nelson is seventeen, " said Father O'Hair. "He'll be leaving here in a year or so." "Well," said Father Brennan, "he'll be leaving without his testicles. It was the only way I could appease the girls father -- to promise to have the boy castrated. There's talk going around town that all our boys should be castrated in order to protect the town's girls, and I'm beginning to believe they're right." "But all the boys?" asked Father O'Hair. "Surely, you don't think all of them are sexual deviants?" "They might not be," said Father Brennan, "but how will we know which ones are, until he transgresses. It's better to castrate all of them. Then we have nothing to worry about." "But castration didn't stop Jamie Taylor," said Father O'Hair. "Jamie Taylor is an exception," said Father Brennan. "Have you heard of any other boy that masturbated twenty-two times in one week?" "No," said Father O'Hair, "I haven't, but to cut off his penis -- that's a little severe." "I already have permission from the Arch Dioceses," said Father Brennan. "They're as eager as I am to nip this problem in the bud. They've given me permission to castrate any boy as I see fit, without checking with them first." "All the boys?" asked Father O'Hair." "Not all the boys -- not yet -- but certainly any guilty of deviant sexual behavior. I expect when they see how effective castration is at controlling behavior, they'll allow me to castrate all of them." While they were talking, there was a knock on the door. When Father Brennan said, "Come in," a priest came in, handed Father Brennan a slip of paper, then left. When Father Brennan read it, he turned red in the face, picked up the phone and made a call. "Nurse Rollins," he said, when she answered, "have you castrated the Nelson boy yet?" There was a silence while she talked. "Call me when it's done," he said, "and I want you to schedule another penectomy tomorrow. You'll be removing Fred Adams' penis as well." "Fred Adams?" asked Father O'Hair, after Father Brennan had hung up the phone. "What's that about?" "Fred Adams just confessed that Jamie Taylor performed fellatio on him. It seems neither of the boys can be trusted to keep their penises." "But confession is sacrosanct," said Father O'Hair. "Not here, it isn't," said Father Brennan. "It's one of the things I use to keep the boys in line. How do you think I knew that Jamie Taylor was masturbating so much?" Chapter 18: Jaime Didn't Have a Clue Jamie didn't have a clue what Nurse Rollins really wanted when she told him to come to the clinic the next day. It was Tuesday, not one of their regularly scheduled days, and he'd just fucked her on Monday, but he figured she wanted it again. Then, she said, "Bring Fred Adams with you, too." Maybe Fred was finally going to get some pussy. He'd blown Fred several times. He had even let Fred fuck him in the ass. It had hurt at first, but he had enjoyed it, mainly because Fred had liked it so much. Maybe he was queer. He liked sex with Fred more than he did, even with Nurse Rollins, as good as she was. When Fred told him that he loved him, Jamie believed it. That was more important than whether Fred was a girl or boy. He'd even grown to like the taste of Fred's come. Out of curiosity, he'd tasted his own. It didn't have the slightly pungent taste that Fred's did. His tasted more like the moisture that leaked from Fred's dick before he came. It was too bad that in a few months that Fred's spunk would be clear like his. He wondered if they'd still make love when Fred was no longer horny. But maybe they would. It wasn't about sex with him -- maybe it wasn't with Fred either -- it was about love. It was nice to know that someone loved you -- really loved you. "Nurse Rollins wants you to come with me today," he told Fred. "What does she want with me?" asked Fred. "I don't know," said Jamie. "Maybe she wants to fuck you. Don't you want to do it with her?" "I -- I don't know," said Fred. "I'm afraid of her." "She's not so bad," said Jamie. "She can fuck better than any of the girls." Actually, Jamie hadn't fucked any girl since he'd made love to Fred. Between Fred and Nurse Rollins, he had all the sex he could handle. "What if she doesn't like me?" "Then you still have me," said Jamie. Nurse Rollins met them in the hall. "Did you want us both today?" Jamie asked. She looked from Jamie to Fred. "Did you tell Fred, even though I told you not to tell anyone." Oh, shit! He'd forgotten that he wasn't supposed to tell anyone about fucking Nurse Rollins -- but Fred wasn't just anyone. "Fred's my friend. He wouldn't tell anyone." "I understand that the two of you are more than just friends," said Nurse Rollins "Who told you that?" asked Jamie. "Father Brennan," said Nurse Rollins. "You should know that nothing escapes Father Brennan." "Did you confess it," Jamie asked Fred. "Yes," said Fred. "You fool," said Jaime. "I told you that you couldn't trust the priests." "What's he going to do about it?" Jamie asked Nurse Rollins. "Well, you want like it, but first come in here with me. She took the boys into the room with the bed where she and Jamie had sex. Once there, she said, "Take off your clothes, boys. You're going to show me what the two of you do together. "You want to watch?" asked Jamie. "Yes," said Nurse Rollins, "and don't leave anything out. I want to see everything you do." The two boys stripped then climbed on the bed. Fred was so scared that he couldn't get hard, even when Jamie pulled on his dick -- so he took it into his mouth. Then he got hard. "I want to see him come," said Nurse Rollins. When Jamie felt the first squirt from Fred's dick, he pulled it out of his mouth. The next squirt hit him in the face. "Does he suck yours," she asked Jamie. "No," said Jamie. "I don't need it like he does. I'm happy just to please him." "So you're the girl in this relationship?" Nurse Rollins asked him. "I never thought of it that way," said Jamie. He still needs to come and I don't." "Does he fuck you?" she asked. Jaime nodded. "Let me see you do it?" What could they do? She and the priests had the power, not them. It took Fred a while to get hard again. He and Jamie never did two things in one session. He never needed to come twice anymore. Fred had never needed to come as much as Jamie had. Finally, hard enough, he stuck his cock into Jamie's ass. It took some doing, but at last he came. "You never fuck him?" she asked Jamie. "No," I never have," said Jamie. "Do it now," said Nurse Rollins. Fred rolled onto his back. "I'm sorry Fred," Jamie said. "That's all right," said Fred, "I want you to do it. I've wanted you to do it for a long time." He raised his legs for Jaime, as Jamie always did for him. "Here. Use this," Nurse Rollins said, handing Jamie some kind of lubricant, when she saw Jamie was having difficulty sticking his dick into Fred's tight ass. The lubricant helped. His dick slid right in. Fred's ass was tight -- tight enough that Jamie came, the first time he'd come making love to Fred. When he had finished, Nurse Rollins, slipping her uniform over her head, said, now it's my turn. Jamie noticed that when she pulled off her dress the crotch of her panties was wet. She fucked and sucked both of the boys. Jamie didn't come again, but Fred did, this time into Nurse Rollin's mouth. When the boys started to dress afterward, she handed them some of the little gowns that tie in the back. "Put these on," she said, "then I want you to shower." She finished putting on her uniform. "Why?" said Jamie. "Never you mind," said Nurse Rollins, "just do as I say." They did. When they came out of the showers, two newly hired orderlies were waiting for them. Chapter 19: Jamie Stared at the Needle Jamie stared at the needle -- the hypodermic that Nurse Rollin held in her hand. The two orderlies had brought the boys into the same room where they'd been castrated. Each of the two orderlies held one of the boys. "What are you going to do?" asked Jamie. "I'm going to have to cut off your penises, yours and Fred's," she said. "But I only told Fred, and he never told anyone." "That's not why I'm cutting them off. Father Brennan found out about all the girls you've been screwing in town; and he found out about the lovemaking between you two. If cutting off your balls won't stop you, he figures cutting off your penises will. It amazes me that -- even without balls -- you're so sexually active, but I'm afraid that this is the end of sexuality for the both of you." She decided to do Fred first. "You get to watch, Jamie," she said. Jamie didn't want to watch. If she was about to cut off his dick, the less he knew about it the better. She gave Fred a shot. When he passed out, the orderly holding him placed him on the table. It took longer than Jamie thought it would. He thought she'd just slice though Fred's dick cutting it off with one whack, but she didn't. First she put a catheter down Fred's pee hole. She'd cut, isolating a blood vessel, tie it off, then cut some more. When -- after an hour -- she was through, all Fred had left was a stub, no more than a half inch long. The rest of his penis lay in a bowl. She bandaged him up. One of the orderlies took him away to a recovery room. "I'm not going to knock you out Jamie," she said. "I'm going to let you watch." "I don't want to watch," said Jamie. "It'll hurt." "I'll deaden it first," Nurse Rollin said. "You want feel a thing." "I still don't want to watch," said Jamie. "I want you to," she said. The other table had straps on it. The orderly strapped him down. He had a strap across his legs, his hips and his chest; and his hands and feet were restrained. All he could move was his neck. "Look up there," Nurse Rollins said, pointing to a mirror over the table. "If you look in the mirror, you can watch. I let Travis Nelson watch yesterday while I cut off his balls." "You cut off Travis Nelson's balls?" asked Jamie, wincing as she injected something into and around his dick. "Yes," said Nurse Rollins. He's the one that squealed on you. Seems you were fucking his girlfriend." "Susan Hawkins?" "I think that's the one," said Nurse Rollins. I must say he didn't like having his balls cut off. He screamed the whole time, even though I knew he couldn't feel it. Let me show you. I have to wait a while for the shots to take effect anyway. She went to the cabinet, unlocked it, taking out three bottles. "Here's yours," she said holding up one bottle. Jamie could see it had a label with his name on it. "Here's Fred's." That bottle had Fred's name on it. "And here's Travis's. You have the smallest penis of the three of you, but your balls were the biggest -- much bigger than the balls of the other boys. I wonder if that's why you had to masturbate so often?" The put the bottle of balls away then came back to Jamie, put a catheter into his penis then stuck it with a pin. "Do you feel that?" she asked. Before he thought, Jamie shook his head. Maybe if he had told her he could, she wouldn't have started. First, she cut the loose skin around his cock, making an incision completely around his penis. There was a lot of blood, but Jamie felt nothing. He watched it all in the mirror. He didn't want to, but he couldn't keep from it. She cut until she found a blood vessel, tied it off then cut some more until she found another. All too soon -- or maybe not soon enough -- she slid his penis off the catheter, placing it in a bowl just as she had Fred's. All he had left was a stump no more than a half inch long, hardly even enough to hold to pee. Tears streamed form Jamie's eyes. "It's all right, Jamie," she said. "I'll keep it for you." Chapter 20: It Was Difficult to Pee. It was difficult to pee without getting it all over everything. Jamie had to stand really close to the urinal. He couldn't even pee sitting down without holding his hand in front of the stream to keep it from going all over the floor. He no longer had a dick he could stick down toward the bowl. The first trip to town to church after he had recovered from the operation was embarrassing. "Did they really cut off your penis," Deloris Brown asked him. Jamie nodded. She was about the tenth person that had asked him. Everyone in town knew. It was bad enough that all the boys at school knew. A bunch of them had stripped him and Fred one day so they could see for themselves. "Jesus Christ," one boy had said. "She cut everything off. She had even cut off each boy's scrotum, since much of it was attached to their dicks. Guess they didn't need it any more anyway, since they had no balls. All either boy had were little stubs sticking out from their pubic hair. At least they weren't the only ball-less boys in school any longer. Besides Travis Nelson, three boys had been castrated. Nurse Rollins had six bottles in her cabinet. Jamie and Fred often slept together; and they kissed and hugged each other, no matter who was around, whether it was other boys or one of the fathers. |