His mum saw Steve's white face as he came back form collecting the morning's letters off the doormat, as well as a packet for his mother. He handed mum the letters addressed to her as he fingered the official letter in its buff envelope with his name on it. "Open it, Steve," his mum said, gently. "You were expecting it anyway, so may as well find out when you've got to go." Steve's mum opened her letters and found her copy of the letter Steve was about to open along with the legal warning to her about her responsibilities to ensure that he reported, properly prepared, on the correct day.

She put the letters down as her son continued to nervously finger the envelope without opening it. She moved away from the table and made space. "Come here, Steve," she said kindly. Steve obediently came over to her and she sat him on her lap and cuddled him. "Come on, Steve, when is it to be?" Comforted by his mother's touch, Steve nervously opened the letter. Inside was another envelope labelled 'Medication - read letter first'. Steve opened the letter to find that he was to go to the hospital the next Saturday morning. During the lottery season, the clinic was open seven days a week as it dealt with all the 13 year old boys in the area. That was just five days away and Steve started to cry when he read the date. His mum cuddled him harder and kissed him, saying it would be all right. All his friends would get such a letter too, if they hadn't already. He calmed down and read the instructions. Inside the medication envelope, he read, were two sachets of Picolax, a powerful laxative. Two days before his appointment, he was to eat a low residue diet according to the list on the attached sheet. He was to take the two sachets of laxative, after mixing them with water on the day before his appointment, according to the instructions, and then not to eat anything after taking the first dose, but to drink plenty, and be near a toilet all day. His mum's letter advised her that the packet contained some disposable nappies for Steve, advising her to put one on him overnight after taking the laxatives and also the next morning to save potential embarrassment as some boys ended up wetting themselves out of nervousness. The morning of the appointment, he was to shower and take the capsule in the medication envelope at 8 am and then to drink nothing else. The capsule, it said, would help to relax him and to stop him worrying about what might happen to him that day.

At that moment, Steve's older sister came downstairs. She saw Steve's face and guessed what he'd had through the post that morning. Instead of teasing him as she usually did, she went up to him and kissed him, telling him that she was proud he was her 'little brother'. Steve had been expecting her to tease him as usual and her being kind to him was the final straw. He burst into tears as both of the women in his household cuddled and comforted him.

Later that day, he found his best friend John had also got his letter for the same day too. They speculated as to what would happen to them, since the boys who came out of the hospital clinic after their lottery treatment never spoke about it. Oh yes, there were rumours , but they were just that with no hard facts.

On the Thursday, his mother made all of them eat the bland low residue diet which Steve was required to eat. His sister was being unexpectedly kind and didn't even make a fuss about that. Both his sister and mother were making a real fuss of him. On the Thursday night when he'd gone to bed, as had his mother and sister, he was woken in the middle of the night by his sister who had her hand over his mouth to stop him crying out and waking mum. She whispered quietly in his ear, "Tomorrow night, you won't be up to this, but my friends tell me about the service a sister can do for her brother before the clinic appointment. Now, don't cry out or say anything Just lie still and I'll do the rest." She removed her hand and pulled down the duvet. She then slipped his pyjama shorts down around his thighs, putting a finger to her lips to remind him to be silent. She then started to fondle his penis so it became stiff and erect. Opening a foil packet with a condom in it, she took the lubricated condom and unrolled it over the top of his erect penis. Then, initially slowly but later with increasing energy, she started to slide her hand up and down his penis. She stopped, leaving Steve wishing for more, to put a rubber glove on her left hand and to squeeze some lubricant onto a finger. She pushed her finger into Steve's bottom, shushing him to be quiet, and started to massage his prostate as she resumed rubbing him to a climax. He bucked and writhed with the intensity of his climax. She removed her finger from his bottom and rolled up the glove, then unrolled the condom and wiped the semen form his penis. Steve was hot and sweaty from the intensity of his ejaculation and he bent over and kissed him, "I hope all goes well for you on Saturday, but if the worst happens, you've got this to remember!"

Steve was woken again later that night by his mother who had come to do him the same service. Realising that his bottom was already lubricated, she chuckled quietly, saying, "I see your sister has already taken care of you. Never mind, I want to give you pleasure as well!" With that, she brought him to another shuddering climax, leaving him exhausted and sleepy.

Steve was woken by his mother early as she told him to go and shower, but not to lock the door, nor to take any clothes in with him. Nothing was mentioned about the previous night. After the sounds within indicated that Steve was drying himself, his mother came into the bathroom after knocking first. She took the towel from him and, wrapping it round him, proceeded to dry him thoroughly and especially between his legs. She took the razor included in her parcel and gently shaved him, to Steve's great embarrassment. She then told him to turn away from her and to put his hands on his knees, bending forward with his legs apart. He felt embarrassed in this exposed position and jumped when his mother started to rub cold cream into his bottom and around his back passage. "I've been speaking to other mothers who tell me that the laxatives are so strong that they'll make your bottom red raw, so I was advised to put some nappy rash cream on you. I'll leave the tube by the toilet. Wipe your bottom gently with a wet wipe and pat it dry with toilet paper, then put some more cream on. Don't forget to wash your hands afterwards!" His mother washed her hands and told him to stand up straight. One of his mother's old tee shirts was pulled over his head and hung down long enough to cover his modesty. "The laxatives are really strong, I'm told, so wearing that will mean you don't have anything to take off - just pull it up when you need the toilet. She took him back to his bedroom where she had turned his computer on for him and put a towel on the chair to sit on. "I suggest you don't sit on the tee shirt - sit on the towel in case you leak a bit. I'll be up every hour with a glass of water for you to drink."

Steve sat there while his mother went downstairs. She came back holding a tumbler with orange coloured liquid inside. She held it out to him and he took it from her. "Drink up!" she told him as he hesitated, not wanting to experience what the laxatives would do to him. "Come on, Steve, you know you must!" She bent over and kissed his forehead. Steve swallowed nervously and drank it down. It had an orange flavour but a nasty salty aftertaste. His mum left him sitting at the computer while he wondered how long it would be before the effects of the laxative would start. An hour later, his mother brought up a glass of water for him to drink and stayed with him until he'd drunk it all. She came back up an hour after that as Steve tried to occupy himself on his computer. As he was drinking it, there was an audible gurgle from his abdomen which Steve's mum heard and Steve both heard and felt. "She ruffled his hair, "Won't be long before it starts, pet. The sooner started, the sooner finished!" She left him with Steve thinking that her last remark wasn't strictly true as he'd have to drink another glass that afternoon. His guts rumbled and churned again, and then much more powerfully so that he rushed off to the toilet, not even bothering to lock the door in his haste. His mum had thoughtfully left the lid up with a little note to remind both her and his sister to leave it up to save Steve time. He just pulled the tee shirt up around his waist when his bowels exploded with masses of runny liquid and lumps of stool. When he'd finished, he remembered what his mum had told him about wiping, blotting and creaming. He'd just finished and washed his hands when his guts churned again so violently that he had to sit back down on the toilet as more fluid burst from him.

During the course of the day, Steve felt, probably correctly, that he'd spent more time sitting on the toilet than at his computer. He was grateful for the cream as, even with that, he felt sore as well as very, very empty!

That night, Steve's mum came into his bedroom to tell him to get ready for bed. She told him to lie back on the bed as, to his surprise, she pulled a disposable nappy under him and taped it securely across his front. before he could speak, she told him, "I was sent these - one for tonight and one to wear in the morning. You don't want to be so nervous that you arrive at the hospital with wet pants, do you? Tonight it's a sensible precaution in case you're still leaking from the laxatives, isn't, pet?" Steve had to agree with her that it was sensible to protect the bed in that way. She gave him the drink. "Drink it up quickly, love. There's something to help you to sleep in it which I got in my parcel."

At 8 o'clock Steve was shaken awake by his mum, who helped him out of bed and into the bathroom where she stood him in the shower and removed what was, to his surprise, a wet nappy. The drug in his night time drink had relaxed him so much he'd wet himself. She helped him to shower and toweled him dry. She took him back to his bed to fasten the second disposable nappy around him and helped him to dress. She gave him the capsule and a last drink to wash it down to stop him from getting too nervous. She told Steve to leave the sock and shoe off his right foot as, when the taxi came for him, his registration number would be checked.

Just as she finished giving him the drink, the taxi arrived to take him to the hospital. The driver confirmed with Steve's mother that he was her son and then asked to check the registration tattoo on Steve's right foot. As it matched the number the driver had been given, Steve accompanied the driver out to the waiting taxi after the driver had fastened a wrist band round Steve's writs with his name and registration number on it.

In the taxi was John already, but he was too drowsy from the effects of the tranquiliser to want to talk much to Steve. They picked up one more boy before they were taken to the special clinic in the grounds of the hospital. On arrival, now more awake as their nervousness kicked in, the boys were checked on admission. One nurse led John away while Steve and the other boy were taken through a different door. All three boys were panicking now: which ones would be lucky?

Steve and John were taken into a room where there were already boys sitting down naked, some sporting erections and one of two others too small to be much use in that department. The boys were taken through the room, which was very warm, into a changing room where the nurse helped each boy in turn to remove his clothes and put them in a locker, leaving them in their nappies. She locked the lockers shut and fastening the key with a wrist band round each boy's wrist on the opposite writs to their name band. "Are either of you wet?" asked the nurse. Steve said that he wasn't, so she pulled the tapes open and removed the nappy, throwing it into a nearby bin. "Steve, would you use the toilet, please?" she asked him. Steve went into the toilet and shut the door as he emptied his bladder: his bowels were so empty he had no need to try to empty those. Meanwhile the wet nappy was removed from the other boy and the nurse cleaned him up with special wipes. Steve came out and stood beside him. The other boy leaned over and whispered, "please don't tell that my nappy was wet. Steve replied that he was nervous too" The nurse took them back to the waiting area.

This was quite a long room with doors along one side leading to the 'rooms' where it would happen or not as the case might be, with toilets and lockers at each end through a doorway and the way in opposite the treatment doors. There were two other doors in the wall with the entrance. A nurse came out of the door and called Steve's name and also David, telling them that they were first, the other boy who came with him in the taxi. They were the first as the other boys had arrived early as there had been a mix up in the taxi timings. They stood up, even more worried now, not knowing whether to be glad to get it over with one way or another and to feel sorry for the boys still waiting, or whether to envy them, and obediently followed the nurse into the room. There were two rubber covered dentist type chairs waiting for them. They were told to sit in them and their names were checked. Each was then strapped down into the chair which was tilted back. The boys were told to open their mouths and a large dummy or pacifier was strapped into their mouths. There was a tube with a bulb which each nurse squeezed to inflate the teat inside their mouths so they could not cry out and to stop them from biting their tongues.

The nurses had a tray each with a special syringe beside the chairs. Taking each boy's penis, each nurse stroked it to try to get it hard, and when it showed signs of life, injected it on each side, then rubbed the injection in causing them both to become extremely large and hard. The nurses the massaged each boy's scrotum to see how stretchy it was for the next stage of the process. Even though it was very warm for this reason, the boys both were quite tight, so the nurses placed a battery powered warmer around each scrotum attached to a battery pack on a belt around their waist. The boys had their pacifiers deflated and removed, then they were led back to the waiting area with "You won't have to wait long." As the nurses called the next two boys, the other boys stared at their huge erections and the warmer around their scrotum. They went to sit down, embarrassed by the stares of the others.

The same was happening at the other end of the room as two more boys emerged from first processing, sporting the same sort of erections and the scrotum warmer. The two boys after Steve included one of the boys whose penis was still child-like. Despite the erection drug, nothing happened, even when he was given a second dose. The other nurse, having finished her boy came over to look. She noted his tiny scrotum with very small testes, looked at her colleague and whispered, "I agree. he'll have to be done the manual way." She went over to the computer and entered that information against the boy's name.

Meanwhile what was happening to John? He had been taken into a totally different part of the clinic with a much smaller waiting room. On entering the waiting area, the nurse gave him a big beaming smile "Congratulations! You're a winner! We're just going to circumcise you today and tattoo you as an approved male." John was taken to place all his clothes in the locker and his nappy was removed. His was very wet, so he was wiped clean, before being led back to the waiting room and then straight into a similar room with just one chair in it. He was strapped down and gagged, injected, and then a cap was placed over the end of his penis filled with cold white cream. A cuff was inflated which held it firmly in place around the top of John's penis. A special dressing with the same cream on it was stuck to the middle of his forehead. "That's local anaesthetic cream which will numb the skin there. You'll also be getting an injection to stop any pain afterwards as well and some tablets to take home with you for the next few days. After you've been circumcised, we'll tattoo the male symbol in the middle of your forehead to show you're a full male." John asked, "What happens if someone pretends to be a full male? You know, has a tattoo done by someone?" The nurse laughed, "Oh, that would be terrible! there's a fixed penalty for that crime - the man has his penis chopped off and then a different tattoo on his forehead to show that he tried to cheat. Then no-one will speak to him and pretend he's not there. It's a terrible thing to do that! But you don't have to worry! You get the real tattoo."

John was taken back to the small waiting room to find another lucky boy there, naked also, who stared at John's cap over his very erect penis. The nurse smiled at him, "Come with me and we'll fix you up the same way!"

Shortly afterwards the other boy came back, similarly attired with the cap containing the anaesthetic cream over the tip of his erect penis as well. They smiled at each other and then laughed for joy because they were the fortunate ones.

John could feel the end of his penis going numb and he was eventually called back to sit in the chair again. This time he was strapped down with a mask over his face to give him some oxygen and a smell dose of anaesthetic to relax him and make him drowsy. The nurse, specially trained in this technique, gowned up and gloved, removed the cap off John's penis. She injected him twice either side of his penis with local anaesthetic which stung a lot at first, but soon passed. Next she cut the frenulum with a pair of blunt ended scissors. She used an electric cautery device to stem the bleeding, and then took a Gomco clamp after measuring the diameter of John's penis with a plastic hole gauge. She placed the bell over the tip of his penis and pulled his foreskin tightly over the bell, sliding the clamp down evenly around it over the metal bell. She then tightened the screw on the bell so that his foreskin was crushed between the ring and the bell. Taking a scalpel, she trimmed off his foreskin as close to the ring as possible. She then ran the electro-cautery around the rim and freed the clamp. Next she put some small neat sutures in the wound just to make sure it didn't split open, wrapped a petroleum jelly soaked gauze dressing around the wound and bandaged it carefully. Nothing was too good for one of the full men to be! She then peeled the dressing off John's forehead and tattooed the male symbol on his head. John was still drowsy when she turned on just the oxygen, but he soon came round and as helped to the recovery area through a door on the other side of the treatment are to recover. John looked down at the bandage around his penis with his balls still there and working. He smiled with pleasure.

Steve was not to be so lucky. His name was called and, with great reluctance, he stood up and followed the nurse through one of the doors opposite the entrance to the waiting area. The door was shut behind him. He stood there, shaking with fear because he had realized by this time that he and all the other boys were the losers in the Lottery. there was a dentist style chair, covered in black rubber with its back to him, so intended to prevent him seeing the actual devices too soon, and another nurse to assist. The nurse came over to him and removed the scrotum warmer and battery. She pulled on his scrotum which was now satisfactorily loose. This room was much warmer than the waiting room to help to keep his scrotum relaxed. The nurse led him round to the front of the chair and he stopped with the horror of what he saw. There was a large rubber covered rod protruding from the seat of the chair which was glistening with lubricant. At the front of the chair was a raise metal platform which would but up against his body with a slot top allow his scrotum to be slipped to hang down below. There were two small holes which Steve didn't notice but were an important part of the process. Steve found his voice, "I lost, didn't I?" One of the nurses said, "Yes, Steve, I'm afraid you and all the other boys out there lost. Let's do this, shall we? Get it over with?"

Steve stood there while the nurses lifted him up between them and sat him on the rubber spike which penetrated his back passage. That was why he'd had all those laxatives. He didn't struggle or resist, guessing that it was easier to just go with this and, as the nurse said, get it over with. As soon as he was fully penetrated by the spike, one nurse made sure his scrotum was hanging through the slit below the seat of the chair. She gave them a gentle pull to make sure that it was all pulled through and hanging down. Her partner had flicked a switch which had caused the spike to expand inside Steve's rectum, and then pulling down slightly to hold him fixed in the chair. She was also busy strapping him round his waist, chest, head, arms and legs until he couldn't move. The first nurse put a rubber mask connected to an anaesthetic machine over his face so it covered the whole of his face preventing him from seeing. The mask was fixed with straps to the back of the chair holding his face securely and muffling any screams or crying. At the moment, there was just oxygen flowing through the mask, but Steve just sat there without the struggling and crying which many of the other boys would be doing later. One of the nurses fixed a device over Steve's very erect penis, after smearing lubricant gel over his penis first, and strapped this down as well. The other nurse wheeled the castration machine into place between Steve's legs and clipped it to the chair. She touched a button and the machine extended a half ring which went around his scrotum and then closed, pulling down gently so that his scrotum was being stretched and his testes held down. Steve shuddered as he felt the rubber fingered touch of the castrator. He wondered whether it would hurt or whether he'd be given some pain relief. One of the nurses bent over and told Steve what was to happen. "First of all, pet, it won't hurt, I promise you. First of all, we'll collect a sperm sample from you which will be frozen and go into the national sperm bank. That's in case we ever need to widen the genetic pool if, for any reason, we don't have enough 'real men'. when you've released your sperm, the machine will turn on anaesthetic to put you to sleep and you'll wake up with the job done." Steve couldn't reply because of the mask over his face and his head was held down so firmly he couldn't even move his heads to nod that he understood. He was still terrified and the mask over his face, smelling of the anaesthetic did nothing to calm his fears. The final stage was to put a blood pressure cuff around one arm and heart monitors on his chest. One of the nurses said, "Let's get it over with" as she turned on the device.

Suddenly the spike in Steve's rectum sprang into life, vibrating against his prostate and the device over his penis started squeezing and rubbing him towards his climax. It was even better than when his sister and mother had done him the service the previous night. Steve cried inwardly for what he was about to loose, while his body responded to the erotic stimulus it was receiving. He tried to hold back, knowing that his release would trigger the castration process. He tried hard, so desperately hard, to hold back, but the effect of the device rubbing and massaging his penis faster and faster and the vibrator pressing against his prostate were irresistible to all the boys sufficiently developed to undergo this. The small boy down for manual castration would never experience the joy of masturbation and ejaculation. Steve couldn't resist any more as his sperm spurted from him to be sucked into the collecting tube. He would have bucked and pumped his hips to the stimulation, but he was strapped down and held by the inflated spike too firmly. At last his sperm release ended and the machine noted that the level in the collecting tube has stopped rising.

Immediately the anaesthetic gas was turned on and Steve could smell the difference. His reaction was to hold his breath, but one of the nurses, knowing that the boys tried to hold their breath in the hope that it would stop the inevitable, squeezed the rubber bag connecting to the anaesthetic machine to force the gas down into Steve's lungs. Simultaneously, the castrator extended metal fingers with two tight castration bands on the tips. They rose, circling the rubber fingered clamp which had continued to stretch Steve's scrotum as he was being pleasured. They reached up until they stopped just short of the metal plate through which Steve's scrotum hung. The bands were pushed off to grip tightly around the top of Steve' scrotum as close to his body as possible. Steve twitched as the bands had make their blood -cutting off grip around his scrotum. As soon as the bands had snapped into place, Steve's scrotum was already doomed. the bands had crushed the spermatic cords and closed off the arteries and veins carrying blood to and from his testes.

Steve was now breathing deeply, helped by the nurse squeezing the rubber bag forcing more anaesthetic into him. A bell rang to indicate that he was sufficiently unconscious to warn the nurses. Needles emerged form the machine and injected a long lasting local anaesthetic around the scrotum through those two small holes in the metal plate. When this had been done, with the fingers which positioned the rings retracted, the circular cutter, rather like the iris of a camera, but with razor sharp blades, raised up to touch the bottom of the metal plate. The blades swished closed as the gripping fingers pulled Steve's scrotum and testes down into the waste chute. A laser flashed briefly, sealing off the blood vessels in case the rings came off, although, with two there, this was unlikely. The anaesthetic machine switched back to pure oxygen to bring him back round. The nurses feed the straps, deflated the spike and caused it to retract back into the chair, removed the masturbator off his now shrinking penis and cleaned his penis free of the lubricating gel. His mask was all that still restrained him. Steve started to come round and the mask was removed.

The nurses lifted him off the chair and led the still drowsy boy through the door opposite the way he'd come in and into the recovery area. He was laid on a bed and an oxygen mask put over his face. The two nurses went back to get the room ready for the next boy as all long the line, nurses were helping other castrated boys from the treatment rooms to the recovery area. The recovery nurses placed a plastic film dressing over the stump, covering the rubber rings which would drop off in a few days, leaving a neat scar. This area was warm too so the boys were lying there naked so the nurses could check that there was no post castration bleeding. Steve woke fully and sat up, and looked to where his scrotum had been. He saw the plastic film covering the blue rubber bands and burst into tears at his loss.

Later Steve was helped to get dressed and taken him in the same taxi which had collected him, a rather different person from the male boy who had left that morning - now permanently neutered. When the taxi driver rang the bell, his mother and sister rushed out and flung their arms around Steve, kissing him like the long lost prodigal son. They led him in and took him upstairs to bed. His mum gave him a sleeping draught which had been delivered during the day along with a supply of nappies. There would be a lot of wet beds that night and the next few nights as the neutered children slept their disturbed dreams of knifes and cutting.