I said, "Mom, can I have some privacy?"

"No. You don't have anything I haven't already seen."

"Mom, I'm almost 14 now. I don't want you to see me naked," I whined.

"No. I am staying."

"Doctor, can you make her leave?"

"If you were over eighteen, I could."

I sighed and pulled down my briefs. Mom looked at my dick and said, "What happened to your penis?"

"Nothing. It's the way it's always been."

"It definitely is not. It used to have a cute little mushroom head. Now it has a straight end that's a little red. What in the hell did you do?"

"Nothing!"

Dr. Myhill asked, "Have you been playing strip poker?"

I nodded and said quietly, "Yeah."

Mom said, "What the HELL is this strip poker?"

Dr. Myhill said, "The boys in this town play a special kind of strip poker. They get fifty dollars for each hand they win. They lose 10 percent of their penises for each hand they lose after they are nude. Once they start, they have to play until all of them are nude."

"That's horrible. I'm calling the police."

"You can call, but the game is legal."

She looked at me and asked, "Why did you play this horrible game?"

"The first time, I didn't even know I could lose part of my dick."

"The first time! How many times have you played?"

"Just twice."

"Twice! You played again after you knew you could lose part of your penis!" I nodded. "How much of your penis have you lost?"

"Just 30 percent. Twenty percent the first time, 10 percent the second time."

"Thirty percent! That's horrible. I forbid you to ever play again."

Dr. Myhill said, "He is over thirteen years old. You can't prevent him from playing. The only thing you can do is move to a town where they don't have the game. I don't advise that. They could start having the game in the new town. More towns are doing it all the time."

"That's horrible. I can't afford to move. My company just moved me here. They'd fire me if I moved. What if he loses all of his penis? He won't be able to have sex. When he marries a woman, he will be unable to please her sexually."

"I have a few patients who have no penis left. They still have sex."

"How?"

"They have anal sex. They all say that sex is better than ever. I think that Stan is gay and will not need to please women. Are you gay, Stan?"

"Yeah. Girls are real yucky. If I ever get married, it'll be to a guy."

Mom said, "That's disgusting. Please Stan, please, tell me that you haven't been letting other boys stick their things up your butt." I looked at the floor and didn't say anything.

Dr. Myhill said, "You can't prevent him from having sex if the other person is over 13. Stan, do you check to make sure your partners are over 13?"

"Yeah, I always have them put their ID chip on my watch just like they taught us in health class. My watch has always flashed green and beeped so I knew they were over 13. Oh, once it flashed red and buzzed. The boy told me I must have something wrong with my watch. Then he said something was wrong with his chip. I knew he was lying so I refused to have sex with him." I wished he had been 13 'cause he was good-looking and had a big dick.

"Do you always use a condom when you have anal sex?"

"Of course! I'm not an idiot."

Mom said, "Why in the world did you play again after you knew what could happen?"

"I like the money. It's real exciting and the shorter your stump is the better the tops like it."

"What in the world are 'tops'?"

I didn't answer for several seconds. Dr. Myhill said, "Tops are boys who prefer to insert their penises in the anuses of other boys. Boys who prefer being penetrated are bottoms. Stan is probably a bottom. Most tops quit playing after they lose 10 or 20 percent. Are you a bottom Stan?" I nodded. "Stan, your mother is not allowed to punish you for playing or having sex. She also can't try to stop you from playing or having sex. If she does, call me or tell a school counselor."

Mom said, "Stan, please promise me you will never play that horrible game again."

Dr. Myhill said, "You can't make him promise that."

Mom gave him a real dirty look. If looks could kill, he would have turned to dust like the vampires on TV. I had never seen her so mad.

Dr. Myhill made Mom leave the room so he could talk to me in private. He said, "I am afraid that your mother might punish you for playing or try to stop you from playing again. I will give you a special watch. It looks just like the one they gave you in health class before you turned 13. It records the last 120 minutes of the sounds it hears. If she gives you any trouble, just press the button on the back when she can't see. The watch will send what it recorded to a recorder at the family services building."

"A computer will listen to the recording in less than a minute. If it hears you say any form of 'hurt' or 'pain' or hears screaming or blows being struck, it will send the police right away. Otherwise, someone will listen to the recording soon. If your mother is abusing you, someone will come and help you."

"You can also use the watch if you are injured or lost. Just say, 'Help', describe your problem and press the button. When you need help urgently, press the button several times. Do not use the button for trivial things. One boy used his when his mother wouldn't let him have ice cream. We had to take it away. He didn't have it when his mother started beating him."

"What is the name of the boy who turned your watch red?"

"I don't want to get him into trouble."

"He is not in trouble. I need to know who he is so that I can help him. I am afraid that an adult man will rape him if he carries on like you said he did."

"OK. It was Frank or Franklin, something like that."

"Do you remember what he looked like?"

"He had red hair and green eyes that looked like emeralds. He didn't have the freckles redheads usually have. His hard dick was about seven-inches long."

"How do you know how long his dick was if you didn't have sex?"

"He popped a boner in the showers at the pool."

"I know who he is. Thank you for telling me."

Then, Dr. Myhill made me leave the room while he talked to Mom. I don't know what they said. Mom didn't say a word on the bus ride home. Her face was pale. Her lips were tight and thin. She didn't say much at dinner either.

The next day, I met Lloyd at lunch. I said, "Mom found out I've been trimmed. She was real mad but Dr. Myhill told her she couldn't stop me from playing or letting guys fuck me."

"Doctor Myhill's real nice. How did she find out?"

"I had my physical. She insisted on staying in the room when I took off my underpants."

"That's a stink. My mom still doesn't know I've been trimmed. She left the room at my physical when I was eleven. Last time, when I was 13, she let me go all by myself."

"I wish my mom was more like yours."

Lloyd said, "I don't think you really do. My mom doesn't care about me much at all. All she cares about is playing bridge, eating chocolate, and watching game shows. She wouldn't care at all that I've been trimmed. She might even be glad."

I said, "I'm sorry your mom is that way."

He said, "I'm sorry your mom is so upset about you getting trimmed. You gonna stop playing?"

"Maybe for a while. She's real mad at me. I think she's more mad at Dr. Myhill and the people in the government who made the game legal. She's been calling and emailing everybody trying to get it banned. She hasn't had any luck yet."

"Mom was on the speaker phone. She told someone that they should have warned me about the game. The other lady told her that it was her fault I wasn't warned. She should have read the pamphlet she got before we moved. That made her even madder. I hope she can't get strip poker banned because I love it. From what I heard last night, I don't think she has a chance."

Lloyd said, "I love it too. Have you heard? There's a butt-fucking machine at the community center. It's supposed to be real good. The first time you use it, they pay you 50 bucks."

"I haven't heard about it. I don't know about having sex with a machine. I like having a boy's dick in me."

"Me too, but I'm gonna try it. I might like it and I can use the money."

I said, "Let's go together after school."

Lloyd said, "My mom wants me to be home soon after school and do my homework. Besides, I hear there's a long line. Let's go Saturday morning."

"Yeah, my mom likes me to be home before she gets home. She sometimes gets home an hour and a half after school lets out. I'll see you there Saturday."

Several days later, Franklin came up to me in the cafeteria. He said, "Are you the one who told Doctor Myhill about me wanting to have sex?"

"I'm sorry. He made me tell him."

"Don't apologize. You did me a solid. I want to thank you. Everything is much better now. I should have told him myself."

"What did he do?"

"He gave me a shot and put a pellet under my skin. They shut down my balls or something."

"That's terrible."

"No. It's wonderful! I NEVER get horny anymore. I never get boners anymore, not even morning piss boners. Concentrating on my school work and astronomy is MUCH easier now. I want to work in the asteroid belt, like my dad, when I grow up."

"Is he gonna take the pellet out when you turn 13?"

"He probably would if I wanted him to. I won't want him to. In 13 months, I turn 13. I'll start playing strip poker as much as I can until I'm smooth."

"Wow! You're only eleven! When I was your age, my dick was only two-inches-long, when it was hard."

"Yeah. I started puberty just before my tenth birthday. My dick was seven-and-a-quarter inches long the last time I measured it. Doctor Myhill said that I had the highest hormone levels he had ever seen."

"I told him to get my hormone levels as low as he could. He said the shot would neutralize nearly all my hormones and the pellet would keep me from making more for years. It worked really quick too. The next morning I didn't have a boner when I woke up. After I peed, I tickled my dick and it didn't get hard. I was really pleased. My hormone levels are the same as a five-year-old's now."

"I used to get embarrassing boners all the time. Dad told me to think of disgusting things. I thought of dog poop, vomit, vultures and slugs. It helped a little. I still got boners in the showers two or three times a week. I'll never have that problem again."

"Being really horny all the time and not allowed to have sex was terrible. I asked dozens of boys and one boyish girl to have sex with me. They all checked my chip and refused. I even thought of sneaking out to Oak Park late at night. That's where old men have sex. I'm glad I didn't 'cause Doctor Myhill said I would have been raped."

I said, "When you're 13, you'll be allowed to have sex with other guys or girls. You could have jacked off anytime you were alone in your room. You don't have to play until you're smooth."

"I like being nonsexual."

"Why don't you just leave the pellet in until you want to have sex?"

"I want to be sure. Also, I need the money for a better telescope and a new computer with lots of educational software. I'll use the extra money for college and field trips."

"Spacers make tons of money. Why doesn't your dad buy you what you need?"

"Well . . . actually . . . Dad never really made it into space. He tried really, really hard but he didn't quite make it. That's why I need a better telescope and computer. I also need to get into a good college so that I can get into space. After I get into space, Mom and Dad can get into space. We can live in the same habitat."

"I don't understand. How does you getting into space help your parents?"

"You need 1,000 points to get into space. You get points for your education, experience, written test scores and oral interviews. Dad got 982 points. Mom got 973 points. If you have a close relative in space, you get 100 extra points. When I finish my six-month probationary period, Mom and Dad will get those points."

"It's your body. I think you're making a mistake. You can probably get money for those things without playing. Have your counselor set up a fund for you and help you get scholarships. I'll donate thirty bucks to your fund."

"That thirty dollars will be some of what you won playing strip poker, won't it?"

"Yeah, but I'm not going to play until I'm smooth."

"I'll talk to my counselor but I don't want your donation. I'm still gonna play 'til I'm smooth."

I said, "You won't be able to play for more than a year. Can I buy you some educational software now? You can pay me back after your first game." He agreed. I bought him 73 dollars worth of software.

Saturday morning, Mom asked, "Are you going to play that horrible game again?"

"No. We have to wait four weeks after every time we play before we can play again. I played two weeks ago."

When I got to the gay room, four boys were in line. Lloyd was already there. We got in line together. Lloyd said, "Let's go in together. The guy not using the machine can suck on the other guy's stump while he uses the machine."

"That sounds like a good idea." We linked our game machines and played "Treasure Hunter" as a team while we waited.

An older boy came into the room with us. He explained how to use the machine. He said, "Since there are two of you, you have twenty minutes. Later, when the lines are shorter, you'll get more time." I let Lloyd go first. Because we wanted to get sucked while the machine worked, we both lay on our backs with our legs up on an adjustable, padded, shelf.

When Lloyd came, he passed out for a few seconds. It worried me. I asked, "Are you OK?"

"I'm more than OK. I'm terrific. It was great! Just great!" Lloyd was right. It was great.

When the machine first entered my butt, it felt just like a dick. Then it got warm. I think the part against my prostate got bigger. It started vibrating while it moved in and out. I felt a tingling sensation. It might have been mild electric shocks. The tingling got more and more intense as the machine sped up. It brought me to the verge of coming. Then, it slowed down and started expanding and contracting.

I was in heaven. The machine brought me to the edge five or six times before I finally came. When I came, I passed out just like Lloyd did. The machine was incredible. I didn't even notice that Lloyd was sucking on my dick after the first half minute or so.

We finished in 17 minutes. I said, "A lot of guys are waiting. Let's get dressed and leave." Lloyd agreed. When we left, I asked, "When can we use it again."

"You have to wait a week so that everybody can use it." I was disappointed but I understood.

After we used it the next time, the guy said, "You can't use it again until after you play strip poker again. After every time you play, you can use the machine four times. When your dick is completely gone, you can use it twice a week from then on. After you lose one ball, you can use it three times a week. When you lose the other ball, you get five times a week."

Lloyd said, "In that case, I can't wait to be completely dickless. I have 40 percent left. I hope it doesn't take too long for me to lose the rest. If I'm lucky, it'll only take two more games."

I said, "I don't know. I don't think I want to lose all of my dick. I like to pee standing up and to jack off."

"You'll still be able to jack off."

"How, without a dick?"

"You can use a vibrator up your butt. Most of the guys with short stumps, or no dick at all, use them. I use one when I can't get a guy to fuck me."

I said, "You're gorgeous. Can't you always get guys to fuck you?"

"Sometimes I have lots of homework to do. I don't have time to go out and get fucked so I use my vibrator. You're gorgeous too."

I felt myself blush and said, "You're better looking than I am. Where can I buy a vibrator?"

"I think you're better looking than me. They have vibrators at the drugstore. I'll go with you and help you pick one out. Why don't you try sitting to pee, all the time, for a week? You'll get used to it. I was worried about it. After I did it for a week, I realized I wouldn't miss standing to pee much."

We went straight to the drug store. I bought the second most expensive vibrator 'cause Lloyd said it was the best. It was "U" shaped with an adjustable handle. The handle made it easier to hold onto when the working end was up my butt.

I tried the vibrator that night. It was better than jacking off with my dick. The vibrator was not as good as a boy fucking me. It wasn't nearly as good as the butt-fucking machine.

I did try sitting to pee. Lloyd was right. After five days, I didn't mind it at all. I decided I would play as much as I could. I wanted to be dickless as soon as possible.

The next day, I went to the town pool. I saw a really strange looking boy in the showers. He had hair above his dick, in his underarms and on his legs. I remembered reading that almost everybody had that hair removed when they are babies. It makes them look better and stink less. He also had skin hanging from his dick. It was real ugly. I couldn't even see if he had a dick-head or not. I tried not to stare or let him see how disgusted I was.

A boy asked, "What's wrong with your dick?"

"It has a foreskin. All boys are born with them. Civilized parents have them removed. My parents call themselves naturalists. I call them primitives. They left my foreskin on. They also let me grow all this ugly body hair. I hate looking like a freak."

"I turn 13 in eight days. The next day I'm having the foreskin and all my body hair removed. I'll look normal and not like a cave man. I'll be able to play strip poker. You can't play if you have all this ugly skin hanging down. The machine wouldn't know how to trim me."

"What do your parents think about that?"

"They hate it but I can do it without their permission when I'm 13."

On Monday, I met Mike after school. I said, "Lloyd says that I am better looking than he is. That's not true, is it? He's better looking than I am, isn't he?"

Mike said, "You are both very beautiful. I can't pick between you. Lloyd has platinum blond hair, green eyes and very fair skin. His skin is almost translucent. You have golden blond hair, intense blue eyes and slightly darker skin. I like your eyes better and his hair better. Your complexion and his are equally good. Your skin reminds me of a China doll because it's just so perfect. You both look better when you're happy. You're both happy most of the time."

"I wish I was as good looking as you, Lloyd and Bradley but I'm homely. My hair is mousey brown. I have muddy brown eyes. My nose is slightly crooked. I have an uneven complexion and I'm short."

I said, "There are two kinds of beauty, inner and outer. Inner beauty is MUCH more important than outer beauty. You and Lloyd have inner beauty. Bradley is ugly on the inside. He is vain, selfish and a bully. I saw him teasing Sam, the boy with a deformed arm. Sam looked like he was going to cry."

"I told Bradley to stop. When I told him about inner beauty, he didn't listen. He got mad and stormed off. I hope he changes. He would be happier. Everyone around him would be happier."

"After Bradley left, I bought Sam an ice-cream cone. When he finished eating, I said, 'I want to have sex with you.'"

"He smiled and said, 'I'm flattered but I'm straight.'"

"I said, 'You don't have to be gay to have sex with a guy. You could fuck me. My butt-hole is the same as a girl's butt-hole.'"

"He said, 'I'll think about it.'"

Mike said, "You asked him to have sex just to make him happy."

"No. I really do want to have sex with him."

"But, he has a deformed arm. It would freak me out if he touched me with that little arm."

"That doesn't matter to me. He has inner beauty. I see him in the library, all the time, tutoring other kids."

Mike said, "You have a jillion tons of inner beauty. You volunteer to help coach the elementary school basketball team and read to the young kids. Lloyd isn't as beautiful as you because you have more inner beauty. Sam would be really lucky if he found a girl with half as much inner beauty as you."

I felt myself blushing and said, "When I see Bradley, all I see is the ugliness inside him. I would not have sex with him if he was the only other boy on Earth. When I first saw you, I thought you were average looking. Now, I know how nice and funny you are. I see the inner beauty. You are good-looking to me."

Mike said, "I saw Bradley lock a little boy in a locker. I should have stopped him but I was scared. I just waited until he was gone and let the boy out."

"Don't feel ashamed. Bradley is a lot bigger than you are. I'm about the same size as him. The doctors say I have lots of testrone. That's why I'm so tall and why my dick was so big."

Mike said, "I think you mean testosterone."

"Yeah, that's right. Thanks for telling me. I hate to get things wrong."

"You are so tall that, when I first saw you, I though you were fifteen like Bradley. That's why I was surprised that you didn't know if you were a bottom. If I'd known you were 13, I wouldn't have said anything."

I told Mike what happened at my physical. He said, "My mom knows I've been trimmed."

"Was she mad?"

"Not at all. She urged me to play after they first changed the rules. She said I'd need the money to buy myself things and for my college fund. The real reason is that she doesn't like dicks. I think someone molested her when she was a little girl."

"I'm sorry someone molested your mom."

"I'm sorry your mom is upset."

That night, I looked at pictures of me on Mom's computer. In the recent ones, I did look more attractive and happier. It was probably because I was getting way more sex. I still thought Lloyd was better looking.

I copied all the pictures to my computer. I was afraid Mom would erase them the way she did Dad's pictures after the divorce. I had managed to recover most of those pictures with an unerase program. I keep all the pictures I don't want her to see, on a hidden, encrypted, partition. I also copy them to my free online backup account. It was only one terabyte but that was enough for me. I knew Mom wouldn't find them because she wasn't very good with computers.

I took some pictures of my stump. I wished I had taken pictures of my dick before each time I was trimmed. I had some pictures of my dick. The most recent one was almost a year old. My dick was a lot smaller then than it was just before I was trimmed the first time.

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