Jase had just turned twelve when his mother remarried. He didn’t like his new stepfather, Roger, and it turned out, he would have a good reason for not liking him.

Of course, any parents could have their sons castrated, and several boys at Jase’s school had been, some of them soon after they were born. Jake’s mother, however, had never indicated she intended to have Jake castrated.

Jase had few friends among the eunuchs; most of his friends were boys. Still having balls, he had more in common with them.

Eunuchs could choose to use either the girls’ locker room or the boys’ locker room during P.E.

As it turned out, the ones that had been castrated the longest, tended to use the girls’ locker room, while the more recently castrated boys used the boys’ locker room. Many of them still thought of themselves as boys, although they no longer had balls.

Jase started puberty the year he was twelve. His cock grew, as did his pubic hair. He was finally able to ejaculate. Jase had been masturbating for years, but he was twelve when he ejaculated for the first time. He loved it.

Masturbating had always been fun for Jase, but being able to shoot intensified the pleasure he got from it tenfold.

Having his balls cut off was the last thing he wanted. Many of the cut boys couldn’t even get their dicks hard. Few of the ones castrated for very long could ejaculate, and if they could, they only shot a few clear drops of fluid, not long ropes of cum, as Jase could. He could shoot his two or three feet.

One night at the dinner table, Roger said to Jase’s mom, “His voice is changing. You know what that means, don’t you?”

“Yes,” she said, “He’s beginning puberty.”

“Don’t you think it’s time then?” said Roger.

“I don’t know,” she said. “I didn’t know whether I should have it done or not.”

“Have what done,” Jase asked.

“What do you think?” said Roger. “Have you castrated.”

“I don’t want to be castrated,” Jase said. “Please, Mom. I don’t want my balls cut off.”

“I don’t know, Honey,” his mom said. “Roger thinks it’s for the best. He says you’ll be happier without them.”

“Well, let Roger have his balls cut off, if he thinks it would make him happier,” Jase said. “I want to keep mine.”

“See,” said Roger, “that cocky attitude of his just proves my point. He’s getting more mouthy by the day. We need to have him cut before it’s too late.”

“Fuck you, Roger,” Jase says. “We were happy before you came.”

Roger turned to his wife. “See,” he said. “The only thing that’s going to calm him down is to have him cut.”

“No! Please, Mom. Don’t have me cut. I don’t want to be a fucking eunuch. None of my friends are.”

“Watch your mouth, Jase,” his mom said. “You know I don’t approve of that kind of language.”

“OK, OK. Just don’t have me cut. I’ll behave – honest.”

“I don’t know,” said his mom. “I’ll talk it over with Roger.”

“Don’t talk it over with Roger,” Jase said. “If you listen to him, you’ll do it.”

“He’s your father, Jase. It’s his decision, too.”

“He’s not my father,” said Jase. “He’s my stepfather.”

“I’m the head of this family,” said Roger, “and if I want you castrated, you will be.”

“Mom!”

“I think Roger’s right,” said Jase’s mom. “I know you’ve been masturbating. I’ve seen the stains on your sheets. I think you’ll be better off without that distraction. Your grades have slipped this year. I don’t know of anything except for puberty to blame it on. I think Roger’s right. I think you’ll be happier as a eunuch. I read an article in the paper the other day that said most boys are happier after being castrated. They might not be at first, but in the long run, they are.

And I have to tell you, Jase. I liked you a lot better before you started puberty. You don’t need testicles.

Besides, Roger and I would like to have a child together, and as long as you have testicles, we won’t be given a breeding license. No family can have a second child if the first is capable of breeding.”

“Then have me given one of those vasectomies,” said Jase.

“A vasectomy is reversible,” said Roger. “Besides, it wouldn’t cure your main problem – puberty. Only having your balls cut off will cure that.”

“I hate you,” Jase said, getting up from the table. Running to his room, he slammed the door behind him and lay down on his bed.

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I don’t want to get cut. Jase thought about the cut boys at school. Except for the recently castrated ones, most of their ball sacs had shrunk so much they seemed to have been born without any. If they had been castrated before puberty, their dicks were tiny.

Jase’s dick wasn’t tiny. Hard, it was seven inches long, and it was hard now. He unbuttoned his jeans and pushed down his pants, cupping his balls in his hand. They filled it.

What would it be like to have them cut off? Would he still be able to get hard? Some of the recently castrated boys, those castrated after beginning puberty, could. Some of them still jacked off.

Without consciously deciding to do it, Jase wrapped his hand around his cock and began pumping it. He closed his eyes, lost in the feeling, his other hand still clutching his balls as if to protect them.

His head was back, his eyes were closed, when he came, shooting all over his t-shirt. How many times had he done that? How many shirts had his mother found with cum stains on them? He had regularly wiped his spunk on his sheets, not giving it a second thought. Why should he have thought his mother would examine his sheets before washing them?

Jase pushed down his pants, shaking them off his feet onto the floor, sat up, and pulled off his t-shirt, throwing it on the floor, lying back naked on top of his covers, spunk still seeping from his cock.

Once again, he cupped his hand around his balls. “I don’t want to get cut,” he said out loud.

His door opened. It was Roger. He was grinning. “Beating off? Enjoy it while you can. We’re taking you to the doc tomorrow.” He shut Jase’s door.

Jumping out of bed, Jase slipped on a pair of shorts – no underwear – and ran after Roger. He found him and his mother in the den. “No, Mom! Don’t let him do it,” Jase said. “I don’t want to be a fucking eunuch.”

“I told you not to use that language, Jase,” his mom said. “It’s for the best. If ever a boy needed to be castrated, you do. You’re out of control. Your father told me you were masturbating when he came in your room.”

Jase was leaning over his mom. “No, I wasn’t,” he said, “and he’s not my father.”

“I can smell it on you, Jase, but that’s not why I’m having you castrated, not the only reason, anyway. It’s just one of the reasons. I wasn’t going to have you castrated, but your father – Roger – has convinced me it’ll be for your own good, and I can see now that he’s right. Roger will pick you up after school and take you to the clinic. I’m told it doesn’t hurt a bit. You’ll thank me someday for having it done.”

“No I won’t,” said Jase. “I hate you. I hate both of you.” He ran to his room and closed the door.

He thought about running away, but where would he go? If they caught him and put him in Juvie or in a home, they would castrate him anyway. The State castrated all boys under their jurisdiction, just as they castrated all felons. “Do the crime, lose your balls.” That was the rule.

Jase had no place to go. Living at home, even if he had to live with Roger, was better than living in a group home or in Juvie.

He lost count of how many times he jacked off that night. He couldn’t sleep and it helped take his mind off losing his balls. Finally, he fell asleep. When his mother woke him up the next morning, he was naked with spunk dried all over his front.

His mother just shook her head. “Take a bath and come down to breakfast. You have to get ready for school. If you don’t give Roger any static when he takes you to the clinic, I’ll buy you that videogame you want.”

Jase had his usual erection. As his mother watched, he began masturbating. “If you’re late to school,” his mom said, “I’ll have them cut that off, too.” She slammed his door.

He kept pumping his cock until he came, but that didn’t take long, and he didn’t want to test his mom. He’d seen boys that had their dicks cut off. Everyone made fun of them. It would be bad enough to lose his balls; he sure as hell didn’t want to lose his dick.

He walked to the bathroom naked, cum dripping from his front. He didn’t care who saw him. If he was going to be a eunuch, what did it matter that his mom saw him naked? He would soon no longer be a boy.

Chapter 2:

On the bus ride to school, Jase sat at the back of the bus, his head against the window, his face turned to look out the window. His friend, Shane, getting on at his stop, came and sat next to him.

“Hey,” Shane said. Jase didn’t reply. “What the fuck’s with you?” Shane asked.

“Nothin,” said Jase. He continued looking out the window.

“Somethin’s wrong with you. Did you have a run in with Roger?” Jase shrugged. “Come on. What is it?” asked Shane.

“I’m getting cut,” said Jase, still looking out the window.

“You’re fucking with me. No shit? When?”

Jase turned to look at his friend. “Today. After school. Fucking Roger’s picking me up at school and taking me to the clinic. It’s all his fucking fault. He talked my mom into it.”

“No shit? God damn…I’d hate to lose my balls. What are you going to do?”

“What can I do?”

“You could run away,” said Shane.

“They’d just catch me, throw me in Juvie and cut them off anyway.”

“That’s tough, Man,” said Shane. “You gonna start hanging out with the eunuchs?”

“Hell no,” said Jase. “I might as well hang out with the girls.”

“You’re gonna be one of them,” said Shane.

“You still gonna be my friend?” asked Jase.

“Yeah, I will, but you know how some of the guys are about eunuchs.”

“Yeah.” Jase hadn’t liked being around eunuchs, because being around them reminded him that he could easily become one of them. Now, he was going to be. “It’s not like I want to be one,” he said.

“Hell, I wouldn’t want to lose my balls,” said Shane. “That’s why I play it cool at home. I don’t give my dad no shit. I don’t want to give him any excuse to have me cut.”

“Fucking Roger,” said Jase. “It was all his idea. My fucking mom went along with him. I begged her not to, but fucking Roger has her wrapped around his little finger. I hate the fucking bastard. I wish he was dead.”

“That sucks, Man,” said Shane. “I sure as fuck wouldn’t want to lose my balls.” Then, he grinned. “Do you think you’ll grow tits?”

“Fuck you,” said Jase. Of course, some eunuchs did, not large breasts like some girls had, but small tits like those on a girl just starting puberty. They got soft, too, losing most of their muscles, their hip filling out like a girls. Often, eunuchs were mistaken for girls, particularly those castrated before puberty, and Jase knew he might eventually be mistaken for one, too. He had just begun puberty, and the hair on his upper lip hadn’t yet darkened.

Neither had his face particularly changed. It was still soft, not angular like some adolescents. He had started growing underarm hair, but it was only about a half inch long. Other than that his dick and balls had grown and that he had grown pubic hair around them, there were little signs he’d begun puberty. If he had his balls cut off today, he would never really look like the older boys. One look at him would tell others he was a eunuch.

That part of becoming one was almost as bad as what it would do to his sex life. He would lose what muscles he had. Few eunuchs were able to play sports with the boys. Those that played sports – damn few of them – usually played on girls’ teams.

Shane might say he’d still be his friend, but the grin on his face told Jase something different. If Roger showed up, and he got cut, he’d have to make new friends – eunuch friends.

Chapter 3:

Jase stood in the shadows looking out the doorway at school. Roger was parked out front waiting for him. He could see Roger leaning over looking at the doorway. He knew if he didn’t go out soon, Roger would come in looking for him.

God damn! He didn’t want to get cut, but he decided to go out, rather than to make Roger come in after him. Maybe – just maybe – if he played nice with Roger, he could talk him out of it.

“Hi, Roger,” he said, as cheerfully as he could.

“Get in. “We’re running late.” When Jase was in and had his seatbelt on, Roger glanced at Jase’s crotch, grinned, and said, “You ready to get snipped, Kid?”

God! Jase hated Roger, but he said, “Roger, I know I’ve been a little shit, but I promise I’ll be better. Just don’t take me to get cut. I’ll be better. You’ll see.”

“Sorry, Kid. It’s outta my hands. Your mom has decided to have you snipped.”

“You can talk her out of it,” said Jase, thinking, You’re the muthafucker who talked her into it.

“Too late to cancel your appointment,” said Roger. “We’ve already been charged for it; no sense wasting the money.”

“Hell, I’ll pay you back,” said Jase. “I’ll save up the money and pay you back.”

“Nah,” said Roger. “I meant to have you castrated the first moment I met you, even before I married your mom. I tried to talk her into it back then. You’re a cocky little jerk. You don’t deserve balls. Only real men should have balls. After today, you’ll be a fucking eunuch, a girly boy.”

“Fuck you, Roger,” Jase said.

Roger leaned across him and opened the passenger door. “You can run away,” he said. “I’ll just tell your mom you never showed up.”

“Yeah, you’d like that. I’d get picked up by Juvie, cut anyway, and thrown in Juvie or placed in a group home. Then, you’d have mom to yourself.”

Roger shrugged. “Who knows? They might not find you. You stay in the car, and you’ll lose your balls for sure.”

“What if I tell mom what you just said, that you want me to run away?”

“Who do you think she’ll believe? She knows you’re pissed about losing your nuts, and she knows you don’t like me. Go ahead. Try it. You keep acting up, and I might just talk her into placing you in a group home.” His hand was still on the door handle. “Last chance. You want out, or do you stay in and get snipped?”

“Fuck you,” Jase said, but he remained seated. Roger shut the door and pulled out of the parking space. Fifteen minutes later, they pulled up in front of the clinic.

“Jase Reynolds for a snip job,” Roger said to the receptionist. She told them to have a seat. Several boys were ahead of Jase. A nurse would be out for them when a room was available.

Taking a seat apart from Roger, Jase glanced at the boy next to him. He was younger, Jase thought about nine or ten. He never would make it to puberty. “You getting snipped?” the boy asked.

“What the fuck do you think?” Jase said. That’s all they did at the clinic, castrate boys.

“Are you scared?” said the boy.

“No,” said Jase, although he was, not so much that it would hurt. All the snipped boys said it didn’t hurt much. He was afraid of becoming a eunuch.

“I am,” said the kid.

“It doesn’t hurt,” said Jase, “and what do you need your balls for anyway. I’ll bet you don’t even jack off.”

The kid shook his head. “I don’t know how,” he said. “I’ve heard guys talk about it, but I don’t know how to do it.”

“You’re lucky,” said Jase. “You won’t know what you’re missing.”

They called the kid next. As he was taken through the door to the cutting rooms, he turned and waved to Jase. Finally, it was Jase’s turn.

Once in an examination room, the nurse said, “Take off all your clothes and climb onto the table.” When Jase hesitated, she added. “You’re not the first boy I’ve seen naked, and if you have an erection, it won’t be the first one of those I’ve seen either. Most boys your age have one when they come in.”

“Does he have to be in here?” Jase gestured toward Roger.

“That’s up to him,” said the nurse. “A parent is allowed to watch.”

“He’s not my parent,” said Jase. “He’s my stepfather.”

“Same difference,” said the nurse. “If he’s your guardian, he’s allowed to watch.”

“I’m staying,” said Roger. “I want to see this.”

Jase undressed and climbed onto the examination table.

“You’re well endowed for a boy your size.” The nurse washed him from his waist to his knees. When she washed his penis, he ejaculated. “Don’t worry about it,” she said, grinning, “You’re not the first boy that’s done that.” She cleaned up the mess he’d made, lathered up his pubic area, and shaved off his pubic hair.

She separated out the cord to one of his balls. “This is going to hurt some,” she said, sticking the needle of the syringe into the cord.

It did hurt. She injected the other one. After that, she gave him some more shots in and around his balls. He felt some of them, but they didn’t hurt much.

The nurse taped his dick to his stomach and smeared brown liquid on and around his balls. “Just relax,” she said. “An orderly will be in for you in a few minutes. It takes a while for the anesthetic to take effect.”

After a fifteen or twenty minutes, an orderly wheeled Jase into the cutting room, where he transferred him onto a steel table, giving him a pillow for his head. A few minutes later, the medic came in. He wasn’t a real doctor. All he did was castrations.

“Hi,” he said to Jase, and after glancing at his dick, said, “Nice package you got there, Kid.” He lifted Jase’s balls. “Big balls, too. You take after your dad?” He had turned to grin at Roger, who had followed Jase into the room.

“He’s not my dad,” said Jase.

“Well, in any case,” the medic said, “We’ll have those things off in no time.” He poked Jase’s balls with a probe. “Feel that?” Jase shook his head.

Picking up a scalpel off a tray, the medic made a slit high up on the side of Jase’s scrotum and popped out one of his balls. Jase felt a tug as he pulled it out, stretching the cords to it.

He clamped the cords, tied them off, and picking up a laser scalpel, cut through them. Jase’s ball fell into his hand. “Want to keep them, Kid?” he asked. “I’ll put them in a bottle for you.”

“I guess,” said Jase.

The man dropped Jase’s ball into a pan. “Halfway there,” he said. He made a slit on the other side, popped out Jase’s ball and cut it off. It had only taken a few minutes. He dropped Jase’s ball in the pan with the other one and sewed up his scrotum. “Your nut sac is going to swell up some,” the man said, but that’s normal. The swelling will go down in a couple of weeks. Your scrotum will hang down some for a while, but as young as you are, it will shrink.”

He grinned. “Your dick will probably shrink, too. I hear you were quick on the trigger in the exam room. This will take care of that.”

When he looked at Jase’s face – it was screwed up, as if he were about to cry – he said, “Hey, don’t take it like that. You don’t need these things.” He tipped up the dish with Jase’s balls in it, letting him see them.

“You’ll be better off without them. I’ve castrated thousands of boys, something I’m proud of, knowing boys are better off without their balls.”

“Have you been castrated?” Jase asked.

“Hell, no!” the medic said.

Jase almost lost it then. He probably would have, if Roger hadn’t been in the room; but he wasn’t about to let Roger see him cry. Why did adults want to see boys castrated, while they wanted to keep their balls? No way, would Roger want to lose his.

That would serve him right. It would serve Roger right to lose his balls.

Chapter 4:

When Jase and Roger walked into the living room, Jase’s mom said, “Is it done?”

“Yep,” said Roger, “he’s been nutted. He’s a nice little eunuch, now.”

“Did he give you any trouble about it?”

“Not really,” said Roger.

Turning to Jase,” she said, “It’s for the best, Hon. I’ll buy you the videogame you wanted.”

“I don’t want the fucking videogame,” Jase said, going into his room, slamming the door behind him.

Once in there, he took off his pants, peering beneath the dressing on his balls – on his ball sac, that is. He no longer had balls, although his ball sac was full, as though he still had them. He tried jacking off, but his dick was still numb, and he couldn’t get it hard.

Eventually, he fell asleep.

He awoke the next morning with his usual hard-on. His groin was sore, but he wasn’t in too much pain; he wasn’t in enough pain to keep him from jacking off.

The result was a mixture of pleasure and pain, the usual pleasure of ejaculation, the pain of the strain jacking off put on his injured groin.

“He came like he always did, though, shooting high onto his chest. As far as he could tell, his spunk looked the same. He stuck his finger in a bit pooled in his navel and tasted it, noticing no difference in the taste. So far, losing his balls hadn’t affected his ability to cum, but he knew that would change. Other snipped boys had told him it took a while to have an effect.

“I could squirt at first,” one had told him, “but I can’t now. I don’t jack off much anymore; it feels good, when I do, but I don’t squirt or nothing.”

“Why don’t you do it more?” Jase had asked.

“The boy had shrugged. “I just forget to do it,” he had said. “It’s like why eat, if you’re not hungry. I used to need to jack off. Now, I just do it once in a while to see if I still can.”

“That’s sick,” Jase had said.

“I don’t know,” the boy had said. “I don’t miss it all that much. I kind of like being a eunuch.”

“That is sick,” Jase had replied. “I would never want to be snipped.”

Now, he was. He was a eunuch, just like that boy, just like so many other eunuchs at his school. If this trend kept up, eunuchs would outnumber boys at his school.

He stayed home for a week until the swelling in his ball sac went down and the stitches dissolved. He still had some swelling in his ball sac, but it no longer looked full. One glance at it would have told someone that he was either a eunuch, or he had really small balls.

He looked up as Shane got on the bus, wanting on one hand to tell someone about his castration, but on the other, not wanting to admit to Shane – or to any others that were still boys, that he had been. But he had already told Shane he was to be, and he had been gone from school for a week. Had anyone asked a teacher, he would have been told why Jase was absent. Without fail, the teachers were in favor of boys being castrated.

“Tell me about it,” Shane said, after he sat down beside Jase.

“What’s to tell?” said Jase.

“All the details,” said Shane. “Tell me everything. Did you watch?”

A description of a boy’s castration was something every boy at school had heard time after time. Every newly castrated boy had to describe his castration over and over, but every boy wanted to hear each newly snipped boy tell it again. It had always made Jase hard to hear a boy tell about his castration. He was hard thinking about telling it to Shane. Perversely, he wanted to tell him. He wanted to describe to him every last detail.

“Mother fucker,” Shane said, when Jase told how the medic had cut off his first ball and dropped it in the pan. “Did you feel it?”

“I felt a tug when he pulled it out,” Jase said, “but I didn’t feel nothing when he cut it off.” He told how the other was cut off and put in the pan, and reaching in his pocket, he pulled out a bottle. “Want to see them?” he asked.

“Weird looking fuckers, aren’t they?” Shane said, examining Jase’s balls floating in a liquid in the bottle. He’d seen dozens of other similar bottles. Almost every boy took his balls home with him, and most of them took them to school to show the other kids.

Not much changed for the first month, but after that, Jase began waking up without an erection. He could still jack off, but it took longer to cum, and he didn’t’ shoot as far or spurt as much. His spunk didn’t seem as white as it had been.

A year later, Shane no longer sat with him on the bus, but Jase didn’t mind. He had made friends with Charles, another eunuch, who sat with him. He had more in common with him than he did with Shane.

He hadn’t jacked off in months. The last time he’d tried, it had taken too much effort to get his dick hard, and he hadn’t been able to get off. It just wasn’t fun like it had been.

It wasn’t so bad being a eunuch, he had decided. Never getting hard, his dick had shrunk, but that didn’t matter. All he used if for was to pee, and three soft inches were enough for that.

His hips had filled out, and he had even grown small tits, like those on a newly pubescent girl, but he didn’t mind. Most of his friends – other eunuchs – had them, too.

He was doing better at school and at home. He had even decided that Roger wasn’t such a bad guy, after all. They rarely fought anymore. They had been right to have him castrated.

All the eunuchs - those that had been castrated for a while - were glad they had been. They agreed all boys should be. Boys with balls were such dicks.