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Having It Done
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Having It Done: Part 1 of 3 Football practice was purposely light this Friday because Coach Butler wanted the boys to be rested for the big game that night. Metropolitan was playing their big rival, Gotham High. It was a bright October afternoon with the temperature in the mid seventies and not a cloud in the sky. Billy threw his jacket over his shoulder, nonchalantly, as he and his best friend, Jim, strolled from the gym toward the stadium. "Todd's coming home for the game tonight and he's going to stay for the weekend," said Jim. "You wanna come over tomorrow? We could just hang out or maybe go out and do something tomorrow night" "Hey, if he's bringing Katrina with him I'll be there," Billy chuckled. "Now there's one sharp chick!" "Yep, Katrina's coming too, but you're too horny, dude," Jim laughed. "Katrina's taken; she's Todd's girl. You should never have broken up with JoAnn." "I know, but JoAnn was always bugging me about..., you know..., having it done. Hell, she would have had me fixed last month if I had gone along with it." "You worry too much about that; lighten up, man. Everybody's having it done nowadays. Look at Bret and Mitch; they had it done last summer and Mitch is one of the best quarterbacks the Zippers have ever had. You know once you've been tempered you can legally take steroids. Just look at how Mitch and Bret have pumped up. They've had Silicone Neuticles implanted and you can't even tell they've been done." "Not me, man. I don't want it done. I'm not ever going to have it done!" It had been a little over a generation ago that a highly acclaimed and widely distributed food additive was taken off the market. It had some very serious long-term side effects, but by the time researchers discovered the danger it was too late. The cumulative poison had built up for years in almost every member of the population. It had virtually no effect on women, but caused testicular cancer in almost one-hundred percent of men - fatal if left untreated. The only effective treatment was a bilateral orchiectomy, otherwise the cancer would spread throughout the body, resulting in death. The governments of the industrialized world responded to the crisis with the military cooperating with the International Red Cross to set up castration clinics in every community. Men who thought they might want to father children deposited semen samples in sperm banks before being neutered. Young boys were monitored closely, as health officials wanted them to reach puberty and deposit viable sperm, if possible, before undergoing the operation. Unfortunately, the operation could not always wait for puberty. Disaster was averted, with the only deaths being among those unfortunate few whose condition went undetected until it was too late, and of course, the handful who refused to undergo the surgery. With the crisis behind them the Western World was left with the unprecedented situation of having virtually all its male population neutered. Soon, however, unexpected benefits began to accrue. Violent crime, especially domestic abuse, dropped drastically and rape became almost unheard of. The divorce rate, which had been near sixty percent, fell rapidly to under ten percent and continued to decline. As women began assuming more positions of leadership in government and positions of power and responsibility in business, world trade and the economy flourished like it never had before. War existed only among the most backward of nations - the nations of men Vastly superior technology allowed the industrialized nations to remain safely aloof from such conflicts. Western society was becoming a virtual utopia! Finally, the first generation of youths not affected by the carcinogen reached puberty. There was overwhelming agreement that society would benefit from the continuation of the "tradition" of castrating (or "tempering" as the government preferred to call it) males as soon as they had deposited a viable sperm sample. Most countries passed laws requiring boys to have it done by a certain age. In America, however, civil liberties organizations argued against such a laws, successfully defeating them in the courts. Even they, however, conceded that the benefits to society would probably far outweigh the loss of individual rights of the handful of holdouts. Not surprisingly, there was little resistance among the youths themselves. Their fathers and older brothers had all had it done, and it was generally looked upon as a rite of passage into adulthood - a confirmation of maturity. Billy and Jim sauntered over to the chain link fence surrounding the football field. The cheerleaders were still practicing and Jim's girlfriend, Mandy, was among them. Their practice would be over soon so Jim and Billy were just going to watch until practice broke up and Mandy would be free to join them. "Damn, they're sharp!" Billy exclaimed, with lustful admiration, as he gawked at the cheerleaders going through their routine. "You ain't lying, dude!" Jim affirmed enthusiastically. "Check out those new uniforms!" "I'm checkin', man; I'm checkin'!" The cheerleaders were wearing the traditional red and silver colors of the Metro Zippers. The official logo for the Metro Zippers consisted of an artistically stylized combination of the letters "M" and "Z" with little wings. It was bright red with black borders and stitching. Recently, however, they had the logo silk-screened onto the crotch of the little silver panties they wore with their uniforms. Given the skimpy length of the little red skirts, the cheerleading coach had little difficulty choreographing routines that would provide an ample display of the new logo. "Jim, you know something; it just makes me weak to look at that. They are so awesome! That's why I don't ever want to have it done. It's the most wonderful feeling in the world; the way it makes me feel when I look at girls - you know, especially when they're dressed like that and jumping around showing off their legs and butts and stuff. I don't ever want to have it done, Jim." "There you go worrying about that again," Jim said, chuckling confidently. "You talk like it would be the end of the world. It can't be all that bad, everybody does it. It's just part of growing up, man; accept it. "You know Todd was tempered over spring break last year. The biggest difference he noticed was that his grade point went up. He says it's a lot easier for him to concentrate now. He has no trouble holding a four point average." "But what about sex?" "Well, I don't ask him for details, but he and Katrina moved in together after he had it done and I haven't heard either of them complain," Jim laughed. "Why don't you ask him this weekend?" "I think I will," said Billy, his gaze still fixed on the bouncing cheerleaders. "Billy, I'm going to let you in on something. I'm going to have it done this summer. That way me and Mandy can move in together when we start college next year." "Really?" Billy asked, seeming a little surprised and turning his gaze away from the cheerleaders now to look at Jim. "Yeah, I'm going to have Katrina's sorority do it. They have the most awesome tempering ceremony! Say, I'll invite you; how about that?" "Yeah, sure. I mean, I'm honored and all, but are you sure you want to go through with it?" "Sure I'm sure. I'll admit it's a little scary, but like I said, it's part of growing up; I feel like it's time and I'm ready for it." "Jim?" "Yeah." "Is Mandy going to..., you know..., let you do it before you have it done?" "Well, I've tried to talk to her a little about that. It always makes her giggle; I don't know why. But she says she thinks we should remain pure for each other and I guess she's right. We'll be glad, later on, that we abstained." "I don't understand all that 'remaining pure' stuff," Billy protested. "I mean, it's the only time in your whole life that..." Their conversation was suddenly interrupted by the shrill blast of a coaches whistle and the cheerleaders began running off the field in a dozen directions, each with some personal errand or commitment of her own. Mandy came bounding across the field toward Jim and Billy, her auburn hair bouncing around her shoulders, shimmering with flashes of ruby red light as it caught the bright October sun. "Hi guys," said Mandy, her green eyes sparkling as she approached the fence. Jim and Mandy intertwined their fingers and kissed each other through the fence. "How do you like our new uniforms?" she asked, bouncing back from the fence and posing. Before Jim or Billy could answer, Mandy put one leg high into the air, resting it on the fence above her head, almost doing the splits. "Check out our logo!" she said excitedly. "Isn't it nifty?" A galaxy of subtle, delicate freckles decorated her lightly-tanned, velvety thighs. Her little silver panties were cut skimpily enough to make it was obvious Mandy shaved to prevent her pubic hair from being exposed. Her firm young buttocks and trim abdomen filled out the stretchy nylon material which was just a little heavier than regular lingerie. Jim and Billy were speechless, their eyes riveted on the little red logo in the crotch of Mandy's panties. "You know, at first they were just going to embroider the emblem on our old spandex panties and we said, 'No way!' That would have been scratchy. So we went to a lighter material and had it silk screened. I think looks great, and it feels great too!" "Can I feel?" Jim said, almost reflexively. "No!" Mandy said, giggling, shaking the fence hard as she sprang backward in a cartwheel. Dropping her voice to a whisper, she looked a Jim. "Not out here in public, silly! Maybe later." Her green eyes were dancing with mischief. Suddenly looking serious, Mandy turned her attention to Billy. "Billy, I talked to JoAnn this morning" "So?" "She said to tell you that she still loves you, and that she'll be watching you play tonight. You know, it really hurt JoAnn when you broke up with her. She thinks so much of you and she has a heart of pure gold, Billy. She'd take you back any time. She wanted to know if you were going to watch her play basketball this season." "Yeah, well, I always watch the girls' games. You know I never pass up a chance to look at chicks." Billy tried to laugh, but Mandy was staring back at him with a disgusted look on her face. "Well, look, Mandy, it's like this: JoAnn's a sweet girl and all. I like her, I really do, but it just can't work for us. She wants me to..., you know..., have it done. She thinks the sooner the better. Well, I'm not going to have it done; not ever!" "Billy, you're not being realistic. No girl wants a boy who hasn't been tempered. It's going to be an awfully lonely life for you, Billy." "Oh yeah? Well I might just get a job at one of those night clubs where men dance and strip for women. Those guys don't suffer from any lack of attention!" "Is that really what you want, Billy? Do you just want to sell yourself? Besides, that only postpones it for a few years. Those guys finally all have it done too, because what are they going to do when they get older? Can you imagine a guy over thirty who hasn't had it done? Yuck!!" "Well some people can imagine it," Billy retorted. "My grandfather never had it done, and he was around women who loved him all his life." "Well, I don't know about your grandfather, Billy. That was a long time ago. That was then, and this is now. You're starting to sound like one of those male rights wackos, you know, the nut nuts." "You know the Supreme Court struck down a law that would have required boys to be neutered by a certain age, so that means they would agree with me, Mandy. Are you saying the Supreme Court is a bunch of wackos?" "Some of our laws are archaic, Billy, and the court only interprets the law. Ms. Hall, our civics teacher, says it's only a matter of time until we pass a constitutional amendment overcoming that obstacle - probably in the next year or two, so you might as well get used to the idea. Little boys aren't going to have the option of not growing up." "Well, it doesn�t really matter to me what laws they pass, because you know what I�m really going to do. I�m going to get a job with an oil company and go to Chad or Rwanda, or someplace like that. Men are still free to be men there. I�ll spend my whole life there before I�ll agree to be neutered like some house pet." "Billy, I don't know where you developed that reactionary, antisocial attitude, but it's dangerous. For centuries the world has been forced to endure war, oppression, and poverty at the hands of patriarchal tyrants, just so men could enjoy the feeling they get from their precious balls. You show me a boy who won't give up his balls and I'll show you a boy who shouldn't have balls!" "Did Ms. Hall say that too?" "So what if she did?" "Well, maybe Ms. Hall is the wacko and not me. Have you ever thought about that? "Hey you guys," Jim interrupted, "let's not fight. We're friends, remember." Suddenly a soft muffled ring filled the air as the bell sounded for last period. There would be no more classes today because of the upcoming game. Everyone would soon be filing into the stadium for the big pep rally. Mandy bounded away to rejoin the other cheerleaders while Jim and Billy went to take their place on the field with the rest of the team. Billy liked football, but there wasn't really anywhere you could go with it nowadays, not like in the old days. Football was mostly a high school sport anymore. The public had lost its infatuation with rough contact sports like football and hockey. America had joined the rest of the world in placing soccer at the top of its list of favorite sports. Pro football still had its aficionados, but they were an elite cult, more like antique car buffs or art collectors. The sport no longer captured the soul of the populace, and the big player salaries of the old days were gone. In most other sports, women's events were pretty much on a par with men's in popularity. Of course there weren't really any men anymore. Billy, felt very fortunate to have known his grandfather, Jason Smythe, the only real man he ever knew. Billy's own father had been tempered several years before Billy was born. His mother had conceived from frozen sperm his father had deposited before the operation. Billy's grandfather had died of heart failure at age sixty-five - in bed with two beautiful women! Billy was fifteen at the time. The circumstances surrounding the old man's death were treated as a family scandal and hushed up as quickly as possible. But to Billy, his grandfather's life, including the way he died (perhaps especially the way he died) was a tribute to his manhood. "When my time comes, that's the way I want to go!" Billy told himself. "Don't ever let them take your balls, Billy," his grandfather had told him, "that's the most precious thing you possess, it's the essence of what you are. If you have nothing else in this world, at least be a man. Die before you give that up!" Jason Smythe had been a health food freak, never ate anything that wasn't organically grown. No chemical additives for him! This is what had saved his balls when all the other men of his generation were lining up to be castrated so they wouldn't die of testicular cancer. Men like Jason were an insignificant minority in the population, but he had passed his philosophy and his love of manhood on to his grandson. Billy had many of his grandfather's old books. Most of the ones he possessed, his grandfather had given to him before he died. Billy also had the forethought and intuition to keep the more controversial books hidden behind a lose wall board in his closet and underneath the insulation in the attic. When the old man died, Billy's mother had most of Jason's books, movies, and CDs destroyed. She deemed these things inappropriate for the modern age. Billy's mother was an ardent feminist and despised the philosophy of her husband's father. Billy's father, Herman, was a good-natured, pudgy little person who was always obedient to his wife. Billy liked his father, but never admired him. Billy's grandfather was his idol. Many of Billy's dreams and fantasies about his future were inspired by settings and characters in his grandfather's books. He often envisioned himself living in some central African country, perhaps in a small two-story hotel with his balcony overlooking the dusty streets. There would be a cantina on the ground floor where large Casablanca fans slowly stirred the sultry tropical air. Dressed in khaki pants, expedition boots, a safari jacket, and a fedora, he might even carry a 9mm strapped to his waist or in a shoulder holster. Adventure would await him at every turn. Such were the fanciful images that danced about in young Billy's head. There was so much more than just sex, when it came to being a man. Sex was important, perhaps the most important thing, but there was so much more. Manhood was an attitude, a way of life, an interaction with the world, camaraderie with other men, and much more. He had read works of Hemingway, Kipling, Melville, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Jack London, and many others. There were scores of others still, of whom he had only heard of and longed to read. Inside Billy's head there existed an alien world, a world that had come crashing down in the twinkling of an eye only forty years ago. So recently had it disappeared, and yet so thoroughly had it been forgotten; its philosophy and its values now unfathomable to today's generation of eunuchs, feminists, and sissified boys. _____________________ Three o'clock Saturday afternoon found Billy waiting at the tram stop to catch the tram over to Mandy's house where he had agreed to meet with Jim and Todd. He had spent the morning helping his father rake leaves and clean the gutters on the house; it had helped get his thoughts off last night�s game. The Zippers had played a good game, but the Gotham Ding Bats had edged them out 28 to 26. Weekends after a loss were always a real drag, but it also had a sobering effect on Billy and his teammates. In the euphoria following a win everybody walked around on a cloud and felt invincible. It seemed like nothing was more important than the Metro Zippers and that the wonderful, triumphant here-and-now would last forever. Losing a game burst this little bubble and forced Billy seriously consider what he would do after high school and football were over. He felt ever more determined now to continue with his plan, the plan everyone else thought was immature and silly. He would go for a geology degree, get a job with an oil company in some Third World country then live his life in exile - as far away from this feminist "paradise" as he could get. He would not submit to being tempered! "We men have worked ourselves out of a job," Jason Smythe used to say, half jokingly and half seriously. "We ran out of saber-toothed tigers to kill." Billy agreed with his late grandfather and saw wisdom in his words. The more that men had tamed the world, the less their services were needed. The need for brute strength was eliminated from job after job. Packages and containers were made smaller; tools were given more leverage; and anywhere physical strength and stamina were required for job performance, it was always technology to the rescue. Nowadays, there was hardly a job in industry or construction that couldn't be performed by a 110 pound girl, and her greatest occupational hazard was getting a run in her pantyhose. For the more distasteful jobs like moving furniture, garbage collection, agricultural work, etc., there were always eunuchs - well, tempered males. Society frowned on the term "eunuch"; it was politically incorrect. The preferred term was simply "tempered males." This had a softer more innocuous ring to it and didn�t conjure up images of an ancient patriarchal caste system. Most boys accepted the eventuality of their tempering just as naturally as they accepted the idea that they would someday graduate from school and get a job. Only a very few nonconformists like Billy wanted to grow up to be a real man - an anachronistic embarrassment to modern society. The electric tram beeped its horn twice, glided to a stop, and Billy climbed abroad. Electric motors whirred efficiently as the tram pulled away and Billy's daydreams drifted to scenes in one of his grandfather's old DVD movies. He dreamed of listening to the growl of an internal combustion engine as his Land Rover coursed the trackless African savannas. "Someday...", he told himself. "Someday..." Mandy's home was typical of her affluent suburban neighborhood. Her family had a large two-story home with a fully furnished basement and attic. Billy was greeted at the door by Mandy's fifteen-year-old younger brother, Patrick. "Everybody's down in the den in the basement," Patrick said, motioning for Billy to follow as he bounded back down the stairs. "Come on down." Jim and his older brother, Todd, was there, along with Katrina and Mandy. Katrina gave Billy a big hug and a kiss since it had been so long since she had seen him. Katrina's warmth and vitality engulfed Billy as he inhaled the sweet, subtle fragrance of her cologne. Even through the thickness of her bulky sweater he could feel the soft warmth of her full breasts pressing against his body. His heart raced slightly, his breath became a little shorter, and he felt an involuntary tingle between his legs. Katrina's dark brown hair fell just below the waist of her blue jeans and Billy could not avoid entwining his fingers in it has he returned her embrace. As they exchanged greetings, she held him and just looked at him with her big brown eyes. When Katrina finally released him and stepped back, Billy hoped no one would notice the bulge that had formed in his pants. He wondered if Todd could still have all those wonderful feelings now that he was a eunuch. Probably not, Billy thought. The whole point in having it done is to take away your ability to feel those things. Billy longed to know what it was like; what it would feel like to undergo the transition; what it would feel like afterward, but he would be quite content just to get that information from those who had already crossed over. He never wanted to experience it first-hand! Todd still looked the same. He was no doubt on a basal dosage of hormone replacement therapy (HRT). That keeps a man from losing all his secondary sex characteristics so he doesn't appear to change - at least it makes the change occur very gradually. Basal HRT keeps most men from developing castration-related disorders, like osteoporosis, but is not enough to allow the average man to function sexually. Billy wondered if Katrina had given Todd any accelerated doses. Probably not, he thought. HRT is rather expensive. Basal HRT is subsidized by the government and is essentially free and a man doesn�t need a female sponsor in order to qualify for it. Accelerated HRT dosages are heavily taxed, like tobacco and alcohol, inflating the price artificially, and can only be administered to a male under the sponsorship of a woman. "Billy," said Katrina, "I heard about you and JoAnn. That's so sad. I thought you liked JoAnn. What happened?" "Well, it's not that I don't like JoAnn," Billy said, defensively, "it's just that she...,well...,she..." "She want's to have him tempered," Jim interrupted, finishing Billy's thought. "Why, Billy; that's wonderful! You should be happy." "Well, I'm not. I don't want to be tempered. I'm fine like I am. I'm not ever going to be tempered!" "Oh, Billy!" Katrina exclaimed in a humorous, admonishing tone, almost laughing. "You're such a silly boy. Billy, when a girl wants to have her boyfriend tempered, it's a sign she really loves him. She just wants to make him safe so they can be together." "That's what JoAnn said. She said if I had it done I could sleep over at her house on weekends and her parents wouldn't mind. My mom was enthused too. She said she would be glad to have JoAnn sleep over with us too. But what's the point? What good is all that snuggling and cuddling if you can't feel anything?" "Billy!" Katrina retorted, in her condescending voice, still appearing to be amused. "You obviously don't know what you're talking about, but I understand. You've still got those little boy ornaments hanging between your legs and can't think clearly." Mandy unsuccessfully tried to stifle a snicker. "I know you can't help it," Katrina continued, "you're just like a dog in rut. All men are like that until they've been tempered. After you've had it done you'll develop more mature emotions and attitudes. That's what's important for a lasting relationship." "She's right," said Todd. "I was worried about it, just like you are, but now I realize how silly that was. I feel much closer to Katrina since I've had it done. I can appreciate her beauty and be affectionate without it just blowing my mind away." Katrina smiled, and chuckling delightedly, grabbed Todd around the neck and kissed him. "Well, maybe I want to have my mind blown away by a beautiful girl!" Billy snapped defensively. "I don't see anything wrong with that." "Billy, I promise," said Todd, "after the first few weeks you'll just wonder what all the fuss was about. And it feels so natural and comfortable. I wouldn't want to be back like I was for anything!" "I don't care, Todd. If you like it, you like it, but I'm not going to trade in my balls for a pair of rubber Neuticles." "Neuticles?" Todd asked. "Who said anything about Neuticles? I had a full scrotal. I feel so much lighter and cleaner now. You wanna see?" "Katrina," said Mandy, "why don't we go upstairs for a few minutes if the boys are going to do show and tell." Katrina just giggled and followed Mandy up the stairs. With the girls gone, Todd unbuttoned his pants and slipped them down, along with his briefs, in one motion. Billy gasped aloud in surprise at what he saw. He had seen Todd before in the locker room and he had been a pretty normal-looking guy, but now his atrophied penis was no larger in diameter than a cigarette and only about half as long. His crotch looked almost hairless with just a light fuzzy remnant of his once robust curls and ringlets remaining. He had been shaved for the operation, and with the drop in his testosterone level, very little had grown back. But perhaps the most striking feature of Todd's crotch was the absence of balls; no scrotum; no remnant; nothing. "Cool!" Patrick gasped. "It's smaller," observed Billy, in a mater-of-fact tone as he tried to conceal his astonishment. "Oh, sure," said Todd, "it shrinks a little after you have it done; some guys more than others. Katrina says those stories about girls liking big ones are just myths. Girls prize intimacy and a stable relationship. Until a guy has it done he can't really offer a girl much of either. "And look at this," he continued, holding his small penis out of the way and spreading his legs slightly. "You can hardly tell there was ever anything there." "No shit!" Billy exclaimed. In the area where Todd's scrotum had been attached, there remained only a faint pink line. Todd looked for all the world as though he had been born that way. "How come you went for that full scrotal thing rather than just the regular job?" Billy asked. "Well, Katrina said she really liked the look, and we both agreed that it would make a great statement of commitment. I've got to where I really like the feel of it too. You know how those things are always getting in the way and you sit on them or you get them in a bind and have to stand up and shake your pants to rearrange things. Well, I don't have to worry about that anymore. I love the clean, empty feel it gives me. It's great for any activity where you have to straddle something, you know, like riding a bicycle or sitting astride a railing or something. I never have to worry about wearing an athletic supporter anymore, and I especially like the way stretchy, spandex sportswear feels on me. I think the girls have been having all the fun!" Todd chuckled weakly and the other boys laughed uneasily, attempting to relieve the unaccustomed tension in the air. Billy felt a strange queasy tingle welling up in his gut. He was becoming erect looking at Todd's crotch, which Billy thought looked more like a girl's than a boy's and he found this very disconcerting. He kept telling himself that another boy should never elicit such feelings in him. Billy had always considered himself completely straight, but for the first time in his life he felt an overwhelming desire to butt-fuck Todd. Ashamed and embarrassed inside, he rationalized that Todd wasn't really a boy anymore either - not completely. Todd's little emaciated penis looked out of place and ridiculous, attached like a spurious appendage above his otherwise smooth, girlish crotch, covered with the downy remnants of his pubic hair. "Have you ever thought of going all the way and becoming a nullo?" Patrick asked, with prurient curiosity in his voice. "A couple of guys at school say that's the way they're going to go." "I have thought about it," Todd said, smiling somewhat sheepishly and pulling his pants back up. "I'm sure I'd like the look and feel, but it's awfully handy to be able to use the urinals or take a quick leak behind a tree when hiking. A nullo has to pull his pants down for everything." The boys laughed once more in that tone that reflected the uneasy tension in the conversation. "Besides," Todd continued, "Katrina says she's going to give me an accelerated dose of testosterone over the winter holidays this year, so I may find another reason not to be a nullo!" "I think that would be a real big reason for me!" Billy exclaimed, as the boys laughed again. "Besides, I thought it was mostly lesbians that liked nullified men." "That�s changing, man," Patrick answered. "A lot of the younger straight chicks say they like the look and the control it would give them." "Yeah," said Jim, "Mandy�s even hinted that she would like me to be like that." "That�s stupid!" Billy fumed. "Nothing can be better than getting it, and if you get nullified you can�t ever get it, not ever, for the rest of your life, no matter how much hormones you take. Shit man, you couldn�t even jack off! I�d never let a woman do that to me." "Well, like I said," replied Todd, "I�ve thought about it and I don�t think going null is anything I want to do soon - maybe never." "Todd?" Billy asked, in a serious tone. "How long has it been since you've..., you know.., came, or even been hard?" "Oh, I guess sometime last April," he said, looking thoughtful. "I could still get off for about three weeks after I had it done, but my cum was real clear and thin, kind of like pre-cum. Then it got harder and harder to get it up and it would just be kind of half hard; some guys call that 'getting up a softie.' It took longer and longer to get off too, and my orgasms got so weak I could barely feel them. Then I got to where I couldn't even tell if I was getting off or not. I would just feel kind of relaxed and wouldn't want to try anymore. You know, like when you're finished. Katrina always thought it was cute when I did that." (Todd smiled sheepishly.) "Finally I got to where I didn't even try, or want to try. I guess I haven't tried since June." "Well, did you and Katrina ever...,ah...?" Billy asked. "No, we remained pure for each other until I had it done. Right after I was fixed I was kind of sore and Katrina said she didn't want to take a chance on getting me infected or anything. By the time we tried it all I could manage was a softie; it wouldn't go in." Todd managed a smile and chuckled halfheartedly. "Well, don't you miss it?" Billy asked. "I did at first," Todd answered. "I even cried. They tell me most guys do. That was when I was so glad I had Katrina there for me. I would hate to have to go through it alone. I think my worst times were right after I had it done and then about three weeks later when I realized I wasn't going to be able to get off anymore. But after a couple of months I got used to it and it was no big deal. Like right now I'm looking forward to Katrina giving me that accelerated dose of testosterone over the holidays, but if she changes her mind, or I can't get it up, I won't worry about it. There are more important things in a relationship than getting it up and getting off. After you've had it done you'll understand." "No, I won't ever understand," said Billy, "because I'm not ever going to have it done." "I sort of know how you feel," said Jim. "I'm a little scared too, but it's just something you've got to have done sooner or later." "Yeah," said Patrick, "my mom says it's got to be done for the good of society. It's like being vaccinated against disease. Look at what the world was like back before all the men had it done." "Well, I don't think there was so much wrong with that world," Billy argued. "Most of what you've been told is just feminist propaganda." "Say," Todd said, trying to change the topic and lighten up the conversation, "I want to let you guys in on a little secret. Katrina and I are going to get married at spring break this year - on the anniversary of me having it done. We haven't officially announced yet, but I wanted you guys to be the first to know." As the other boys offered their congratulations they were interrupted by the sound of the doorbell and then Mandy's feet skittering down the stairs. (Continued in part 2)
Having It Done: part 2 of 3 "Hey guys," Mandy said, excitedly, "JoAnn and Tarla are here." Billy, looking a little stunned, whirled around toward Mandy. "Uh oh, I'm sorry, Billy. We forgot to tell you JoAnn would be coming." "That's okay," Billy said, trying quickly to compose himself. "We're still friends and all. Does she know I'm here?" Mandy smiled and nodded her head affirmatively. "Why don't we all go up to the living room," she said. "We can pull up the movie schedule on the television and see what we want to go see tonight." The boys all filed up the stairs behind Mandy. In the living room JoAnn and Tarla were standing, talking to Katrina. JoAnn was wearing blue jeans and a blue sweater. Her blonde hair was clipped short, falling no further than the bottom of her ears. She was taller than Billy by a good two inches and Billy found this a little intimidating. He had never been attracted to large forceful women, preferring instead, the little petite ones like Mandy. But there was something that attracted him to JoAnn. He could sense an inner kindness and sincerity behind her powerful, assertive exterior. JoAnn's younger sister, Tarla, was about Patrick's age and looked like a downsized JoAnn, being six inches shorter than her older sister. However, she had JoAnn�s same forceful, assertive attitude. Patrick and Tarla had an informal dating relationship at present, and Billy reasoned that in two or three years Patrick would probably be giving up his balls for her, just as Todd had done for Katrina and Jim would soon do for Mandy. As soon as Billy entered the room JoAnn's gaze transfixed him. There was fire in those beautiful slate gray eyes, but she looked more hurt than angry. The fire of passion still burned in her; Billy could sense that. Even now, he longed to hold her and feel her warmth against him; feel her soft loving breath against his cheek. Billy tried to tell himself that he would have no trouble remaining faithful to a girl like JoAnn even if he could retain his balls, but he really knew better. On this score Billy grudgingly admitted the feminists were right. Given the right opportunity and circumstances a man will stray from his commitment. He would be very ashamed for his friends to know some of the fantasies he had involving them. He often fantasized about having sex with Katrina and Mandy, imagining that they would be hungry for a real man now that Todd had been reduced to a eunuch and Jim was soon to follow. Sometimes he would fantasize about having JoAnn, Katrina, Mandy, and even Tarla in bed with him at the same time, all hungry for his precious man meat and eagerly trying to please him in every way. He even fantasized that Todd, Jim, and Patrick would be looking on, their eyes hollow with despair and hopeless longing for the prowess they had so foolishly thrown away. Only now would they realize that Billy had been right all along, but they could only watch and weep as the girls vied for the attention and affection of the only real man remaining among them. His friends would serve and attend the girls like the harem eunuchs of the of the ancient East, never savoring the wondrous delights of manhood. Billy felt a certain amount of guilt over finding these thoughts erotic, but rationalized that it served them right for not listening to him. He wondered too, how close this fantasy might be to reality once Jim and Patrick joined Todd as eunuchs while Billy himself remained a man. Surely there would be moments when the girls would ache for the kind of love that only he could then provide. He imagined that he felt a certain urgency in Katrina's embrace this afternoon which might portend of things to come. Surely she missed the old fire that had once burned in Todd's loins, but was extinguished now forever. Mandy grabbed the remote and switched on the television. The large screen occupied most of the wall in one end of the room. After surfing to a few of their favorite sites, she pulled up the movie list and previews for the local theaters. Billy had watched all his grandfathers old DVD's many times. He liked the action movies they made back then. Most of the movies that were being made today, his grandfather would have called "chick flicks"; emotional, feature-length soap operas with plenty of places to cry. Billy liked modern movies, however, because of all the good looking women cast in them. Some of the new costumes were fantastically sexy. He thought it ironic that they made such sexy scenes now that practically the whole male population was neutered. There was much talk in the media about mature admiration of the feminine form that could not be comprehended or appreciated by the lustful, boorish, untempered males of past generations. Hell! Billy thought, he had no problem appreciating a good looking woman just like he was. He didn't think being neutered would help at all! Mandy and Patrick's mom, Ms. Addison, came into the room briefly to speak with the kids. "Billy, I�m so glad to see you and JoAnn getting back together," she said. "Well�, we�re� ah� not exactly�" "No, Billy still wants to go to Timbuktu or someplace after he finishes school," Mandy said. "Oh really," said Ms. Addison, smiling and speaking in an amused tone of voice. "Do you mean you would give up all these fun movie and pizza nights with your friends just to go live in a tent in some desert and eat freeze-dried food?" "Yeah," added Katrina, laughing, "Would you rather crawl into a sleeping bag full of sand and maybe a scorpion or two rather than...well...? JoAnn managed a smile and a soft chuckle. "Well, men do things like that," Billy replied. "Men, of course!" Ms. Addison said, laughing. "Such ideas they have! Fortunately, we no longer live in a world dominated by them. Seriously, Billy, I was hoping you would grow out of your obsession with this macho thing before it messed up your life. I've known you all your life and I realize that your grandfather filled your head with the myth and romance of the patriarchal age, but it's time to move on, Billy. You must realize that, ultimately, clinging on to those fantasies can only destroy your own happiness. It's your life, sweetheart, and for your own sake, I do hope you will think about what I've said." Ms. Addison hugged Billy and kissed him affectionately on the cheek. Before leaving the room, she invited them all to stay for dinner that evening, but as expected, the kids thanked her and declined. They planned to stop off for pizza on the way to the movie, a sexy comedy that was leading the box office sales this week. Billy knew what kind of life Ms. Addison thought would be respectable, and the girls agreed with her. JoAnn's mother, Ms. Fenton, owned three lingerie stores in the city and if he married JoAnn he would walk into a ready-made career. Ms. Fenton was expanding her line to include dance costumes and sportswear, and she and JoAnn thought Billy should be delighted to work with this new line of clothing since he liked sports. Billy had to admit that the lifestyle had a certain appeal; being married to JoAnn and working in a business where most of his customers would be beautiful women, but having it done, being tempered, was out of the question! Clicking off the movie listings, Mandy caught the Continental World Broadcasting (CWB) news mid way through the broadcast. Famous CWB anchor person, Holly Willow, was giving the broadcast. Billy never cared for Holly Willow even though he had to admit she was quite attractive. In Billy's opinion she was a smug, arrogant feminist with a strong anti-male bias. The news appeared to be rather routine. The last hurricane of the season had just dusted the Florida Keys with minimal damage; there was an airplane crash in Europe; and some woman was charged with insider trading on Wall Street. Then suddenly, everyone's attention was riveted to the screen and Holly Willow. "Recapping tonight's lead story, it appears that the same chemical food additive that caused testicular cancer in the Western World forty years ago has inadvertently found it's way into the food supply of the Third World. The problem came to the attention of the World Health Organization after thousands of men were suddenly diagnosed with testicular cancer in Central Africa and the poorer regions of Southern Asia and South America. "Spokesperson, Krista Karpovitch of the World Health Organization said it was too early to speculate on where and how the mistake was made, but the number and distribution of cases indicates that the additive has been widespread and present in the food supply for a number of years. Ms. Karpovitch said that the Third World now finds itself in essentially the same position of the West forty years earlier. "Fortunately," said Ms. Karpovitch, "the problem is easily treatable." Ms. Karpovitch went on to say that there may be resistance to treatment because of strong cultural traditions of patriarchy and machismo in these parts of the world." This was followed by a clip of a reporter interviewing Ms. Karpovitch, basically reiterating what Holly Willow had just said. Then Holly Willow held an on-screen interview with the leaders of two large global feminist organizations, asking for their comments on the social impact of this newly-discovered disaster. Cassandra Daro of the prestigious and renowned League of Western Feminists said: "While we express our sincerest condolences to those few who may suffer as a result of this accident, I think history will record that it was most fortuitous in the larger scheme of things - a blessing in disguise. If the impact of this event is anything similar to what occurred in the West, then it will ring in a new era of stability, prosperity, and achievement. The rampant problems of overpopulation and hunger should rapidly decline over the next decade. When a woman has to go to a clinic to be inseminated, unwanted pregnancies are quite rare. This will allow the countries to focus their resources on education and building infrastructure rather than simply struggling to feed a starving population." Becky Bosche of the more radical and militant Feminist United Coalition (FUC) had the following to say: "Regardless of the mechanism by which the additive found its way into the food supply, I think this is a day when humanity and the world can truly rejoice. After fifty centuries of patriarchal abuse and injustice the age of man is at last over. October 26, 2069 of this common era, will go down in history as the official end of the age of man - the end of patriarchy. The Third World has too long been a refuge and sanctuary for rogues and reactionaries who would return the world to the age of patriarchal oppression. Now that this last bastion of patriarchy has fallen, we can truly say, Never again!" Holly Willow came back on the screen explaining that the United Nations was forming a special committee to investigate how the long-banned food additive got into the food supply of the Third World. They were going to "get to the bottom of this," she said. Holly Willow's face was a thin mask of consternation, poorly disguising her ecstatic mood. Her deceitful eyes danced with gleeful trickery, behind the facade of false concern. Billy thought he could detect a subtle hint of contempt for the gullibility of the viewing audience, or was it contempt not for gullibility, but rather contempt for those too weak or too powerless to protest the obvious lie? Holly Willow's expression and manner reminded Billy of his mother when she used to tell him about the Tooth Fairy and the Easter Bunny. It wasn't until Mandy switched off the television that Billy became aware of everyone in the room staring at him. He suddenly realized why, and felt very self-conscious. The reality of the breaking story, with all its implications, was just now soaking in. Billy's alternate future; his one escape route from this panty-lace, feminist society had just been slammed shut. The undeveloped world that once lay beyond the feminist frontier, where men were still men, had just fallen. The reach of feminist dominion would soon extend into every last crevice of the undomesticated realms. Also, he suddenly realized that his own chances of escaping the neutering scalpel had just been reduced to near zero. Billy just stood there, ashen-faced, staring back at his friends. It was Jim who first broke the awkward silence. "I'm sorry, Billy," he said, "I really am." Rather than finding comfort in that statement, it just seemed to reinforce and drive home the awesome reality of this recent world tragedy. Suddenly Billy found himself doing something he hadn't done since he was eight years old; he was crying in front of his friends. "Oh, Billy, you shouldn't take it so hard," Katrina said, in a soothing, sympathetic voice as she ran up and put an arm over his shoulder. "It's not the end of the world, you know." Almost simultaneously, Mandy grabbed his other arm and offered words of comfort. "Billy, you've always got us, no matter what happens," she said. "We're still just one big family - like always." Mandy, usually taunting and cynical when it came to matters of feminist politics, seemed genuinely concerned over Billy's predicament and offered him all the comfort and support she could. Suddenly, Billy felt another pair of hands on his face, thumbs gently massaging his temples. Billy opened his tear-filled eyes and looked up to see JoAnn�s soft slate gray eyes staring back at him. "Billy, I still love you," she said, softly. "You know I do. Fate has brought you back to me, Billy. You may not see it now, but I think you have just been saved from a life of loneliness and hardship. It�s like Cassandra Daro said; its really all for the best in the long run, you�ll see." JoAnn kissed Billy softly on each tear-soaked eyelid before stepping back. The girls pulled Billy over to the sofa and he sat down with Katrina and JoAnn on either side of him. After choking and sobbing for a couple more minutes he finally settled down an began to compose himself. "Are you going to be alright, man?" Todd asked. Billy nodded his head, looking more embarrassed now than anything else. He was soon joining in conversation with his friends, talking about the movie they had chosen to go to this evening and discussing the new toppings now available at their favorite pizza parlor. Finally, he and the other boys were discussing last night's football game, the disappointing heartbreaker that almost was, but wasn't. JoAnn called the girls into a little huddle where they were talking in whispers and occasionally giggling. "Say, guys," Mandy called, standing on the stairs to elevate herself above the others. "It's over two hours before we need to leave. I have some really cool new programs on my virtual reality machine. Why don't we all come up to my room and have a look?" Everyone seemed amiable to her suggestion and began filing up the stairs as she led the way. JoAnn lagged behind and caught Billy by the shoulder as he started to ascend the stairs. She had a mischievous glint in her eye and Billy knew she was up to something. "Not you, hot buns," JoAnn said in a gruff whisper, "me and you gotta talk!" Concluded in Part 3
Having It Done (The Conclusion): part 3 of 3 JoAnn led Billy in the opposite direction; down the other staircase; leading him back down to the den where they had been earlier. The sun was setting now and hardly any light was coming through the heavy drapes on the den's single window. The room was mainly illuminated by the red-orange glow from the artificial electric fireplace and a small night light at the base of the stairs. This was very romantic, Billy thought. Turning around to JoAnn, he was about to speak when she grabbed him in a firm embrace and locked her lips onto his, letting her tongue probe and explore his mouth until she felt him grow weak with desire. "Take your clothes off," JoAnn said, as she released him from her embrace. She was still speaking softly, almost in a whisper, but her tone was commanding. Billy stood there not fully comprehending what he was hearing. For yet another time this day he found himself looking up into those slate gray eyes; eyes that were filled with warmth and affection to be sure, but eyes that also burned with a mysterious fire, exuding ever so subtly a hint of foreboding, like the unexpected chill breath of a mountain cavern on a hot summer day. "Like this, silly!" she said, giggling softly as she began unbuttoning his shirt. Billy awkwardly finished what JoAnn had started while JoAnn removed her own blouse. "Now these," she said, unbuckling Billy's belt then allowing him to finish removing his pants and shoes. JoAnn removed her own jeans a bra then jerked Billy's briefs down to his ankles and forced him to step out of them. They were now standing there with Billy completely naked and JoAnn wearing only her nylon panties. She embraced him again with a hungry zeal, kissing his mouth, eyes, and face, and playfully, slurping, nibbling and blowing into his tongue-moistened ear. All the while, her free hand fondled his genitals causing him to become hard as a rock. Billy gasped in confused wonder and delight, not knowing what had come over JoAnn. They had petted before in situations that could be best described as cozy and sweet, but this kind of passion was something he had only read about in novels. Surely JoAnn wouldn't be thinking of going all the way! That just wasn't done with a boy who hadn't been tempered. The danger of pregnancy was too great. JoAnn was rubbing his aching cock between her satin smooth thighs and rubbing the sensitive head across the slick nylon fabric of her panties. Billy was pawing her clumsily and slobbering like an idiot as he tried to return her kisses. Billy's mind was quickly becoming too mesmerized to long dwell on the risks of their behavior, but he still possessed enough rational faculties to mutter a question, more out of curiosity than concern. "Aren't you afraid you might get pregnant?" he gasped. JoAnn made a ring with her thumb and forefinger, gripping Billy's cock tightly, just behind the head. Her free hand began massaging and kneading his testicles, stretching his contracted sack, poking teasing fingers into his abdominal cavity through his scrotum. "Emmm, a boy with a brain," she crooned. " I like that! Even with all that ball juice going to your head you were thinking; didn't want me to get pregnant. How sweet! "You also have an imagination as big as that cock of yours," she giggled. "You know a girl can't get pregnant from just playing with a boy's things. Or maybe that was just wishful thinking. Ahmmm, naughty, naughty, Billy," she teased, releasing her cock-ring grip and gently stroking and tickling the length of his shaft, allowing it to lightly brush against her panties and thighs again. "You see, Billy, to get me pregnant you'd have slip that big hot piston past my skimpy little panties and shove it deep inside me; where it's all warm and wet and tight and slippery and just let it slip and slide, and squirm around and do its thing. And that would feel ooohh so good! Then finally it would feel so good that it would just explode and all your thick, hot boy cream would squirt up in me and make a big, big mess - all up inside me. It would make me feel wonderful too, so I would put a leg lock on you and pull you into me while I wiggled and squealed and begged you to shoot even more hot boy cream inside me. Then I might get pregnant and that's why we can't do that. That's why boys and girls must remain pure for each other until the boy's been tempered." Billy attempted to respond to JoAnn's words, but could only manage to mumble and babble. She took her hand from his cock and turned her full attention to his balls now, kneading them with both hands. "You love the feeling that comes from your balls, don't you, Billy?" "Ummm hmmm," Billy moaned. "You love that feeling even more than you love me, Billy. That's why you wanted to break up with me, so you wouldn't have to have it done. You listened to you balls instead of your heart." He looked up at her, unable to speak; his expression seemed to plead and beg. "It's okay, Billy, I know you can't help it. You still have balls, and they cloud your judgement, just like now. As soon as we have you tempered this won't seem like such a big deal. You'll be able to think and act much more maturely and make better decisions." JoAnn removed Billy's arms from around her neck and held them just above her head and started moving her hips in and out, and around in wide circles, as though dancing with him. She allowed her abdomen to repeatedly bang into his, pressing his frantic cock firmly against the sheer nylon of her panties. Billy knew that if they came together just right, he would drive past the flimsy nylon barrier and jam his hungry cock deep inside her. He was going into a frenzy with desire. Suddenly, without warning, and as quick as a flash of lightning, JoAnn brought her powerful, athletic knee solidly into Billy's crotch. The sickening splat echoed off the walls of the den as though someone had dropped a big piece of raw meat on the brick hearth. Billy's eyes grew wide with surprise and disbelief and he found himself unable to draw a breath. JoAnn turned loose of Billy's arms and he quickly threw them around her neck to keep from falling. Unable to draw a breath, he was growing weaker by the second. He began sliding down JoAnn's beautiful body - very slowly. His knees were buckling and he didn't have enough strength left in his arms to hold on. The fullness of her hips allowed him to hang on and pause, briefly, as he slid past her waist, pressing his face into the damp crotch of her panties before sliding down her thighs and legs onto the floor. The wide-eyed look of shock and dismay was still on his face. "You had this coming, Billy," JoAnn said, with a smug, satisfied smile on her face. "You should never have broken up with me, you know. You should also have seen this coming too. Did you actually think I was going to reward what you did with sex and risk getting pregnant? You never thought about that because you were thinking with your balls and not your head." Billy was lying in a quivering heap at her feet, his breath beginning to come back to him in short anguished gasps. JoAnn put her foot on Billy's shoulder and rolled him onto his back. He flinched and half gasped, still unable to speak or cry out, his eyes were wild with pain and fear. "How do your balls make you feel now, Billy? Do you still want to shove your big dick inside me and squirt boy cream, or do you just wish they weren't there?" Billy's erection had all but disappeared. He was not yet able to speak, but his breath was beginning to come back to him. Each breath brought on a new surge of queasy testicle pain, causing him to grimace in rhythm with his breathing. From his vantage point on the floor JoAnn looked towering and powerful, like some vengeful goddess venting her wrath on the puny male. She looked so beautiful, complete, and functional in contrast to his own wretched, quivering form. Realizing that his manhood might well be irreversibly damaged or even destroyed completely, he could only look up at JoAnn in sniveling submission. Billy was awed at how simply and casually JoAnn had reduced him to his present condition. Manhood was such a fragile thing, he thought. JoAnn brushed a teasing bare foot over Billy�s naked body, lightly caressing him. He flinched and his eyes grew wide with fear whenever she brought the foot near his devastated crotch. JoAnn smiled with satisfaction. Finally caressing his face, she lightly plucked his lips with her toes. As though responding to some preprogrammed instinct, Billy took her toes into his mouth and began to gently suck them in worshipful supplication. He sucked the toes of first one foot and then the other, all the while looking up at her towering athletic body and her satisfied smile. Regaining some of his strength, Billy began to raise up, sucking and kissing JoAnn�s ankles and calves. JoAnn crouched over him like a lioness over a kill, squatting to allow him to suckle and kiss her soft inner thighs. Wriggling out of her panties, she gently pressed her warm, dripping muff over Billy�s mouth and nose. He instinctively began to slurp and probe her pulsing wetness with his tongue. Billy was becoming erect again, but as he dreamed of orgasm and sexual pleasure that sickening, gut-wrenching pain returned to his groin and shot through the length of his body, forcing him to shut his own sexual pleasure and excitement out of his mind. He must concentrate on JoAnn�s pleasure and hers alone. He must derive his satisfaction knowing he was giving pleasure to JoAnn; savoring and swallowing the warm secretions of her heavenly altar of pleasure; feeling her soft velvety inner thighs squeezing tightly against his ears and temples; tickling and encircling her little round button of a clitoris with his tongue; nibbling ever so lightly and gently with his teeth; listening to her enraptured sighs and moans of ecstasy as she ground herself into his face. His nose was nuzzled tightly against her warm fuzziness and his every breath was filtered through the acrid dampness of her precious pubic curls. Her pleasure became his pleasure. Any attempt to build up his own level of sexual excitement only resulted in the return of that queasy, sickening testicle pain engulfing his body. He was learning to experience JoAnn�s pleasure, abstractly, as his own. After what seemed like a blissful eternity, JoAnn dismounted his face and looked down on him, smiling. The haughty smugness was gone from her eyes now. Her expression exuded only warmth and concern. "I love you, Billy," she said, tenderly, bending forward and kissing him sensuously on the mouth, for the first time tasting her own juices on his saturated tongue. Billy was totally broken and subdued now and willing to cave in to JoAnn�s slightest whim. But he felt an inner peace. His only desire was to be with JoAnn and she was with him. He could want nothing more. "I love you too, JoAnn," he gasped, tears rolling in streams from his eyes. "I love you very much. I�m sorry I broke up with you over me getting tempered. That was stupid of me. I�ll have it done for you, JoAnn. I don�t think I could do it for anyone else in the world, but I�ll let them temper me just for you." JoAnn was lying beside him now as she kissed his tear-filled eyes and nuzzled her face next to his and whispered in his ear. "That�s so sweet, Billy. It�s really not as big a thing as you�re making of it, but you�ll never be sorry. I promise." Propping on one elbow, JoAnn began playing her hand over Billy�s muscular chest, working her way down his stomach toward his crotch. Billy flinched as she lightly touched his genitals. "JoAnn, I think I�m ruined. You wiped my balls out when you kneed me." Billy was still crying, tears rolling down his face. "Well, I may have actually hit you a little harder than I meant to," she said, an expression of concern on her face. "I guess I didn�t know my own strength. But in the very worst case, if you are ruptured, it just means that we will have to take you to the emergency room tonight and have it done there, a little earlier than we planned. I�m sorry, Billy. I didn�t really mean to knee you that hard." "Would you be able to hold my hand while they did it?" "I don�t see why not, Billy. Would that make you happy." "Yes, I want you there if they have to do it. I couldn�t stand to go through that without you." "Billy, I�ll always be here for you, you know that." She began lightly tickling his scrotum with the tips of her fingernails. His scrotal muscles responded to her feather touch by contracting and lightly churning his injured testicles in their sack. Billy winced, then looked back at her and smiled. He found the sensation pleasurable. JoAnn pushed against his inner thigh and he spread his legs slightly, in total trust, giving her better access to his already devastated genitals. "I�ll be gentle, Billy. I promise." JoAnn was smiling now, some of the mischief returning to her eyes. "I�m going to see if you can still cum now. You�d like to cum, wouldn�t you?" Billy, still crying, just looked into her eyes, his own filled with trust and supplication. "Y� yes," he said, weakly, managing a smile. "Oh yes, please, JoAnn. I�d love that." JoAnn moved her tickling fingers from Billy�s scrotum and gripped the base of his cock firmly. "Now you lay real still and I�ll see what I can do," she said, smiling. JoAnn�s expression was an unlikely combination of warmth, concern, and diabolical mischief. Varying her grip, JoAnn played her fingers over Billy�s shaft, pumping it gently and slowly, careful not to jostle his devastated balls. Billy had stopped crying now and was just staring into JoAnn�s eyes in mesmerized anticipation. The queasy testicle pain was no longer quite as sharp, leaving him with a dull ache in his gut. With JoAnn pumping him gently and steadily, Billy�s mind was converting the queasy pain of his devastated testicles into a form of debilitated ecstasy. JoAnn leaned forward until her breasts, perky little pointers with a strong upward curve, hung above Billy�s face. She offered him a nipple and he accepted gratefully, suckling and whimpering in complete helplessness and surrender. As his moment of truth neared, Billy involuntarily tried to vocalize. JoAnn momentarily paused her manipulation of his shaft, placed a finger across her lips and went, "Shhhhhh." Billy�s frustration was evident as he frantically pleaded with his eyes for her to resume. JoAnn was in complete control of the situation and the smugness was returning to her smile. She giggled softly, obviously enjoying the power she had over Billy. At last Billy�s scrotum contracted so tightly that his balls all but disappeared and his cock began to convulse in rhythmic spasms. JoAnn shoved her breast deeply into Billy�s mouth to stifle a shriek Billy couldn�t control. Suddenly a spurt of hot, white semen squirted several feet into the air with the first drops landing on JoAnn�s back, on Billy�s face, and on the carpet. Hot ropes of semen continued spurting into the air, the trajectory degenerating with each successive spurt, covering Billy�s chest and stomach with the sticky white goo. JoAnn continued her steady rhythmic pumping until no more semen would eject, and during the last spurts, Billy lost consciousness. Billy awoke to see JoAnn wiping up the mess with his cotton briefs, he had only been out for a few seconds. JoAnn smiled down on him and kissed him. "Oh, JoAnn!" he gasped. "That was so wonderful, but� but when I came it felt like I got kneed in the balls all over again, only from the inside. It was that same pain, you know, I felt all sick like." "Poor baby," she said, bending down to kiss him while still wiping him up with his cotton briefs. "I�ll be right back, so don�t go away," she said, smiling as she sprang to her feet and started toward the bathroom beneath the stairs. She returned with a warm damp washcloth and a towel to finish cleaning up. Billy relaxed as JoAnn finished cleaning them up with the wash cloth. Their naked bodies glistened in flickering red-orange light from the artificial fireplace. JoAnn gingerly and tenderly wiped Billy�s injured balls. He seemed to be feeling a little better. "You�ll probably have to take it easy for a few days, but I don�t think you�re ruptured," she said. "That�s good because I�d like you to deposit one more good sperm sample before you�re tempered." "JoAnn, he said," I think I want to have it done this summer when Jim gets his done. He�s going to let Katrina�s sorority do it." "That�s wonderful, Billy. Did you know that my mom belongs to that same sorority? They have a great tempering ceremony." Billy never thought he would hear such words coming from his own mouth, submitting voluntarily to be tempered. But it had been a devastating day, a day that had forced him to accept the reality of the modern world. He had very little choice now, and he had to admit that he could hardly expect to do better than JoAnn as a life partner. He remembered just moments ago when she had straddled him in the heat of her own passion and ground her womanhood into his face. Yesterday he would have thought that to be humiliating, but he didn�t feel humiliated at all tonight. He had experienced such bliss as he had never even imagined in his fantasies. Even the knee to his balls seemed singularly erotic in context. He lay there now feeling the tenderness of her caring caresses and looking at the love and concern in her soft gray eyes, and felt lucky indeed to have JoAnn as his partner. "It�s time we had better be getting ready," JoAnn said, looking at the clock on the wall, and slipping back into her panties. "W� what am I going to do for underwear?" Billy stammered, remembering that his own undergarments had been used to wipe up the mess. JoAnn caressed her hips through the sheer nylon fabric of her panties and laughed. "These would probably be too big for you," she said. "Your hips are rather narrower than mine." Billy blushed at the thought that JoAnn would even consider having him wear her panties. Besides, what would she wear then? "Why don�t I just call upstairs and borrow a pair of Jim�s. He�ll understand." "Billy, you�ll need more support than those baggy old cotton briefs since you�ve had your little injury. I know just the thing. Mandy keeps some extra panties down here in the den. You can wear a pair of hers." Amid Billy�s sputtering protests, JoAnn bounded back into the bathroom and returned with a pair of Mandy�s little panties. "N� no� now� I can�t�" Billy sputtered, still protesting. JoAnn pulled him to his feet and placed his legs through the openings. "Billy, with my mom owning three lingerie stores, I hope you don�t think you can go through life wearing those baggy, stupid-looking cotton briefs!" With one smooth motion JoAnn pulled the panties up, the stretchy nylon engulfing Billy�s crotch like a second skin. "Oh Billy, you look cute in these!" she exclaimed. "You have a little too much bulge in the crotch, but we�re going to take care of that before long, aren�t we!" JoAnn lightly tapped Billy�s little bulge through the stretchy nylon fabric, causing him to gasp and his eyes to grow wide, as the slightest bump to his tender balls caused the queasy pain to well up within him. "Uh oh, I�ll be careful," she said. JoAnn kissed him tenderly on the lips before leading him over the bathroom and allowing him to look at himself in the full-length mirror on the door. "You might as well get used to the look," she said, giggling softly, "I plan to dress you in nylon panties a lot!" Billy looked in the mirror in horror at the sissified creature he saw staring back at him, but he had to admit, that except for the excess bulge in his crotch, he did look rather cute. The End Farrell Squire January 2000
