St. Michael's Academy

    Hi, it's me again -- Shacha.  I see you've met Richie.  He came here last year.  When I first arrived at St. Michael's they were cutting off the balls of the boys.  The didn't cut mine off because I'd already had my dick cut off.  Guess they thought my balls wouldn't do me any good since I had no dick.

    That was before Neutasol.  Now, Sister Angela injects both the dick and the balls of new boys with the stuff.  They might as well cut them off; Neutrasol is wicked stuff.  It makes your dick and ball shrink up to almost nothing. 

    Although I'd wanted my cock cut off, I had kept my balls.  A hard dick up my ass would make me cum; I'd squirt out the pee hole between my legs.  I'd never wanted my cock, and I found I didn't need one.  The orgasms I had anally were better than any I'd ever had using my cock.

    Then, after Doc cut Bret (story) we were both sent to St. Michael's -- Bret and me, that is --  They never caught Doc.  They'd actually charged me with Bret's castration, even though all I did was watch.  They said I was equally responsible because I'd arranged it.  Anyway, I'm at St. Michael's until I'm twenty-one.  I'm sixteen now, so five more years to go.

    St. Michael's, a Catholic home run by nuns, is for boys that have committed a sex crime.  Since I was charged with castrating Bret, I was guilty of a sex crime.  It landed me here at St. Michael's. 

    You might say St. Michael's is a social experiment.  Boys my age that commit sex crimes are likely to repeat their crimes, often in the institution to which they've been sentenced -- certainly once they've been released.  St. Michael's found a way to prevent that: they cut off the boys' balls.  Without balls, he soon loses interest in sex.  No balls; no sex; no sex crimes.  Simple, huh?

    Well, it didn't quite work out that way.  Some boys -- even without balls -- could still get hard, and rape isn't just about sex, it's about power, too.  Some boys still raped other boys.  It might not have happened as often as it would have, if the boys had still had balls, but it happened.  It turns out, you can even orgasm without balls -- so they tell me -- even though nothing much shoots out, a little clear liquid, if anything, definitely no creamy spunk.

    They didn't cut off my balls when I came to St. Michael's because I had no cock.  What danger could I be to anyone without a cock?  It wasn't too bad here in those days.  I could often talk a boy that could get his cock hard into fucking me.  Although he couldn't squirt, I could.  Spunk would gush out of my pee hole.

    Then, along comes Neutrasol.  That changed everything.  Instead of cutting off a boy's balls, they injected them with Neutrasol.  One shot in each ball -- no more balls.  The stuff kills them.  They die and your body reabsorbs them.  If you have any balls left, they're just a couple of hard peas in your ball sack.  Even your ball sack shrinks up after a while.

    Actually, there's two kinds of Neurtrasol, one they inject in your balls and one they inject in your dick.  The stuff they inject in your dick kills all the erectile tissue in it.  Without that, your dick can't get hard and it shrinks.  You oughta see the dicks on the guys around here now.  I've seen bigger dicks on infants.  And no one -- not one boy here at St. Michael's -- can get hard. 

    I'll have to admit it did the trick: no sex at St. Michael's.  No sex once you get out, either, not without a cock or balls.

    What about me? you ask.  I told you they didn't cut off my balls when I came here.  Well, they didn't cut them off, but they did execute them, lethal injection, lol.  Yep -- Sister Angela shot my balls up with Neutrasol.  Over the next few weeks, I watched them shrink until there wasn't much of anything left.  Like many of the boys, I have a couple of little hard peas -- all that's left of my balls -- calcified lumps, they tell me.  Naturally, they aren't functional.  For all the good they are, they might as well have been cut off.  If I wasn't a eunuch before, I am now.

    Just as well, I guess -- not a hard cock in the place.  I would have been pretty frustrated without a way to get off.  Now, I don't think about sex much.

    Do you want me to show you around?  OK?  Come on, follow me.  Don't worry.  Sister Angela won't shoot up your balls -- even though she'd probably like to, lol.  I think she has it in for males of whatever age, men or boys.  I'll bet she'd like to see us all castrated.  She must not like sex.  Why else would she have become a nun?

    She has castrated a bunch of us -- more than a hundred; and she's done them all herself; so she must like castrating boys.  She could have let one of the other sisters do it.

    I was awake when she shot up my balls.  Since I'd been here a while and knew all the boys were castrated, she had no need to use subterfuge on me.  When I walked into her office, I knew I'd walk out with dying balls.

    Fight it?  Naw.  I didn't fight it.  I mean what's the use?  You've seen the fence around this place, and you know it's in the middle of nowhere.  Even if I got out, they'd catch me before I made it to a town.

    So, I walked it to her office, dropped my pants, and climbed onto the table.

    Was I embarrassed to be naked in front of a nun?  Naw.  They do strip searches on us all the time.  Every nun in this place has seen me -- and every other boy -- buck naked many times.  Of course -- now -- not one of us has anything worth seeing.  As I said, I've seen cocks and balls on babies that were bigger than any that any boy here has.  And, you already know, I don't have a cock at all.  All I have is a little sack with a couple of BBs in it.

    I don't like my little sack.  Maybe when I get out of here, I'll have Doc cut it off.

    Anyway, back to my story -- the one you want to hear, Sister Angela shooting up my balls -- right?

    There was a couple of other nuns in the office, Sister Alice and Sister Mary, two gorillas, each weighing about 250 pounds apiece.  They were there in case I put up a fight.  But, I didn't.  I dropped my drawers and climbed onto the table, lying there while Sister Angela filled up a hypodermic with Neutersol.

    Now -- getting a shot of Neutersol in your nut, while you're awake, is no fun.  First, there's having someone stick a two inch needle into your ball, then there's the Neuterol, itself.  The shit burns like Hell.  I mean -- your ball gets hit with that shit, and you know it's gonna to die.

    Sister Alice and Sister Mary had to hold me down for her to shoot up the other one.  I wasn't about to sit still for something that hurt that much.  First it burned as she squirted the Neutersol into my ball.  That was bad enough, but when the Neutersol began to work, that was worse.  It was like someone had lain your ball on the table and was pounding it with a mallet.  Fuck -- it hurt.

    Anyway, with the two abdominal snowmen -- snowwomen -- holding me down, Sister Angela shot up the other one.  That hurt just as much as the first one -- maybe even more, since I was expecting it.  I don't think it would have hurt more had she cut them off.

    She gave me some pain pills, and Sister Alice and Sister Mary took me to my room.  I couldn't have made it by myself.

    The pills knocked me out -- thank God for that.  I didn't wake up until the next morning.  My balls were sore -- especially to the touch -- but they no longer felt like someone was standing on them, grinding them beneath his foot.  A few days later, they were numb.  I could squeeze them and not even feel it.  I knew they were dead.

    So, there I was at fifteen -- she killed my balls a year ago last month -- a sexless, fucking, eunuch.  I haven't had an orgasm for over a year.  Can you imagine that, sixteen -- should be at my sexual peak -- and I can't even cum?  If that isn't fucked up, I don't know what is.  Shit -- I was OK with not having a cock;  I just wish they'd let me keep my balls.

    Anyway -- on with the tour.  The dining room's through here.  I show that to you first.  Then, if you want to see the office where she kills cocks and balls, I'll show you that.  Don't worry, she's not in there right now.

    This is the dining room.  Would you like a cup of tea?  They don't allow us to have coffee -- too much caffeine they say.  The sisters like to keep the boys calm: no caffeine, sugar, or testosterone.  I guess it works.  Not many fights or hell raising around here.  Boys are different when they don't have balls.  I guess there's not all that need to compete, to show you're better than the other boy.  Everyone's kind of laid back all the time.

    I was lying on this table when Sister Angela killed my balls.  She's killed the cocks and balls of more than a hundred boys on this table.  I guarantee you that you don't ever want to find yourself lying on this table with Sister Angela poised over your nuts with a hypodermic in her hand -- not unless you want to become a eunuch like me.  God damn Neutersol is a sure-fire nut killer.

    Do you want to see what it did to my nuts?  Yeah?  I'll show you.  I don't care.  Not here, though.  Let's go to my room.

    This is my room.  It's OK, I guess.  At least I don't have to share it.  Let me take off my pants, and I'll show you what's left of my balls.  Of course you know, I don't have a cock -- not even a tiny cock like the other guys.

    See what it did to my balls.  Even my balls sack, with my balls shriveled up, has shrunk.  It's just a flap of skin hanging from my crotch.  At least, I no longer have to hold it up when I piss.  Yeah, my pee hole is between my legs.  Doc moved it there, when he cut off my cock.  Pretty neat job he did, huh.  You have to look close to see that I ever had a cock.  I think I look cool without one.  I'd like to get rid of this useless ball sack, too.

    You should have seen me before she killed my balls.  I had a nice set.  Some people thought I looked weird with balls, but no cock, but I liked it.  I liked how I looked.

    Want to feel it?  See.  Look, where I'm holding my ball sack.  That's what's left of one of my balls.  Not much, is it?  Not much bigger than a BB.

    This sweater's hot.  I think I'll take it off.  You don't mind, do you?  I think I'll pull this blanket back and sit on my bed.

    There.  That's better.  I hate wearing clothes.  I'd go around naked all the time, if the sisters would let me.  I mean -- what would be wrong with it?  It's not like I have a cock or balls to hide.  I don't know why they don't let us go naked.  We're fucking sexless, aren't we.  It's not like we're going to turn anyone on.

    Oops.  Looks like I spoke too soon.  Is that a hard-on you're sporting?  OK.  I showed you mine.  How about showing me yours?  I haven't seen a live cock in better than a year, and from what I can see, it looks like you have a big one.

    Aw -- come on.  What will it hurt?  I just want to see it.  Don't worry about the sisters.  They're off in a meeting.  None of them will come in here.

    Fuck!  You have a nice cock.  What is it, seven -- eight -- inches long.  Eight?  God damn.  That's a nice cock. 

    No I don't hate cocks.  I just hated mine.  I love them on other guys.  I especially love them up my ass.  Do you want to fuck me?  I haven't had any cock for more than a year.

    You thought I didn't get turned on, since I no longer have balls?  Well, I don't, not like before.  I mean -- I'm not about ready to explode like I would have been then.  If I still had balls, and you were standing in front of me with that cock, I'd be incapable of thought.  I'd just want your cock up my ass.  If I hadn't been fucked for this long, and I still had balls, I wouldn't have been thinking about what a nice cock you have and wondering how it would feel to have it inside me.  I would have just HAD to have it inside me.

    Don't worry about the fucking sisters.  They won't come in here.  You want me.  Your cock wants me.  Can you honestly tell me you don't want to fuck me?   

    Get your ass over here.  You want to do it.  You know you do.  Michael had a cock almost as large as yours.  I haven't been fucked for over a year, so my asshole is probably pretty tight, but I have some lotion in this drawer beneath my bed.

    Look at this hole.  Wouldn't you like some of this?

    God damn!  That was good.  I even came.  I didn't shoot -- oh, maybe a little -- a little clear stuff -- but I definitely felt something.  It wasn't a climax like before.  I mean -- it wasn't all in my groin -- more spread out -- like all over.  It felt good, though.  Damn, if felt good.  Sure you don't want to do it again?

    Ok -- Ok.  I know you're all up tight about the sisters.  Damn.  I wish you were going to be around for a while.  It'd be great to have at least one live cock in this place.  Shit.  I wish they'd hire a janitor -- anyone -- anyone male that has a cock.  He could fuck me every day. 

    Naw.  I'm not mad that you won't fuck me again.  I'm grateful.  I just found out I still like fucking, even though I don't have balls.  Maybe life's not over for me after all.  I wish you would fuck me again, though.

    Do I still think I'm a boy?  Yeah.  I never wanted to be a girl.  Even though I hated my cock and wanted it cut off, I still thought of myself as a boy -- just a boy that didn't have a cock.  I wanted my balls, because they made my feel like a boy.  I mean -- it's the fucking testosterone that makes you a boy, isn't it?

    No.  You're right.  With my balls gone, I don't have much testosterone in me.  And it has made a difference in me, not having it.  I'm more emotional than I was before.  I guess -- in many ways -- I feel and think more like a girl does than I did when I had balls.  That doesn't mean I see myself as a girl.  I don't have a snatch, so I'm not a girl.  I guess I'm neither a girl or a boy.  I'm a eunuch.  A sexless eunuch -- neither girl or boy.

    Am I queer?  I don't know.  If I'm no longer a boy, can I be homosexual?  I'm sexless -- a third sex -- if you want to think of me that way.  I can't have sex with other eunuchs -- not ones without cocks, anyway -- and I can't have sex with women -- at least I can't do anything with one that I could get off on -- so that just leaves men and boys with cocks.

    When I still had a cock and balls, I didn't want to fuck anyone with my cock -- not girls or boys.  I didn't even really like jacking off.  I just did it because that was the only way I knew to cum.  I was never fucked until I had my cock cut off and had no way to cum.  When I came -- fucked the first time -- I knew that's what I had wanted all the time.  That orgasm was much better than any I'd ever had jacking off.

    Well -- if you won't fuck me again -- let me get dressed, and we'll finish the tour.  I hope you come back sometime.  I'd like to finish what we started.  I'll be here.  I'm not going anywhere -- not for another five years, anyway.

    Did you like it?  I thought you did.  I can feel your spunk leaking out my ass.  You shot a hell of a load.  Give me a kiss, I'll get dressed, and we'll finish the tour.  Here's a washcloth, if you want to wipe yourself off.