2052 - The Birthday..

Eighteen, and I’m scared. Hell, who wouldn’t be? It’s a crazy world, and yeah, I understand it, the need really, with the population out of control the way it is. Still, even so, when it's MY balls, and MY turn, I’m scared shitless. But I’ve known it was coming, and so, well, now that my birthday is here I know I don’t have any choice. Yeah, I am here, and now, having signed in and waiting for my fate, I just wonder if I’ll be lucky or not.

I know the machines are fair, and my DNA can’t be changed so whose to say how it will come out? My parents are here, encouraging me, and my father is trying to be upbeat, telling me he is sure it will go well and we will all be home tonight celebrating. My little brother sits across from me, watching, and I think he's scared too. Of course, he's only thirteen, and so he has almost five years before he has to put his balls on the line. But, even so, we share a lot of the same DNA, and so he's more than a little interested in how things go for me. I laugh at him, he's such a twirp! I try and be positive, and I laugh when my mom is so nervous that she drops her purse. Of course, she knows and I know that one out of three don’t make it, and so, even though the odds are with me I am scared to death. Billy Haggart is here too, to give me encouragement. He’s my best friend, and with his birthday next week we both know his moment is coming too. Perhaps it’s why he came, I don’t know. Part of me is glad he is here, but part of me wishes he wasn’t. God I hope it goes OK!

I look at Billy and he winks at me. He has bright, blond hair, and his blue eyes are big, and they literally shine. He is really handsome, and he's just way cool to look at. I let my mind wander. Billy and I are on the swim team together, and he’s over at my house almost as much as I am over at his. He’s spent the night more than a few times, and we’ve talked about everything you can talk about. Teachers. School. Girls. Even this. Like all guys our age we are both curious as hell about the opposite sex, although neither of us has ever seen a naked girl. My dad said in his day you could find pictures, and pornography was available and even legal back then. Well, that’s all changed now, and so I've never even seen a picture, except in sex ed class and then it was a drawing.

Of course, we are both virgins, but all guys our age are so that is the norm. We aren't stupid either. We know about sex and we have even jacked off together. I look at him, and think about us doing it. Yeah, we have done it about six times I think, although I’d never admit that to anyone. I like him a lot, and sometimes when I am jerking off alone at night it is he who I am thinking about.

“WILLIAM.....WILLIAM MICHAEL GENTRY” the loudspeaker announces.

GOD!

It’s time, and I swallow, and my mom looks away. My father gives me a pat on my back, and I try and smile with a false sense of confidence. Yeah. What can I do anyway? Billy looks scared shitless, for me, and I smile and he smiles back. OH GOD. My dick stirs, and that freaks me out! I mean, you would think, with EVERYTHING on the line it wouldn’t do that. Still, it does, and while it’s not rock hard in my pants it's up for sure it is, and I just hope to God my mom doesn’t notice. I turn then, and go to the window, and show my ID. They scan it, and then I place my palm on the plate scanner and the computer verifies my identity. After that, they open the door, and I pause. Then, with a wave to my folks, and a smile, I follow the two escorts and head for the machine and for whatever will happen.

It’s a hell of a way to control the population, but it has been working this way for all of my life, and so it is not a surprise to me. I’ve known guys that kept their balls, and I’ve met a few of the unlucky ones that didn’t. The unlucky ones don’t want to talk about it, and I’ve always been too shy to ask anything, so while I know something of what happens to them I don’t know everything. I don’t want too either. Of course, like all eighteen year olds now, I am here to find out how my luck will hold. One thing is true; I am looking forward to getting it over with, and I know that once I’ve passed the close supervision I get on dates will end. It’s something to look forward to.

When my parents were my age they dated whoever they wanted, and if they decided to get sexually active nobody said much. At least, that’s what I’ve been told. That’s not true anymore, that much is for SURE. Yeah, dating now really sucks. Until you’re 18 you can’t even go out without an escort, and if you so much as call a girl you have to log the call into the computer. Yeah, it’s so controlled that it's hardly worth going out at all. Shit, if you so much as kiss a girl it gets written down and they watch you even closer after that.

Yeah, all high school guys are virgins just like me. The escorts keep it that way for one thing, and the penalty for getting caught isn’t worth the risk anyway. I remember when Danny Miller got caught fucking after a dance. He was the talk of the school. Of course, he was castrated that very night and the girl was taken to the hospital to make sure she didn't get pregnant. Yeah, it definitely made an impression on the rest of us.

So yeah, I’m a virgin, and really haven’t had any opportunities to be anything else. Until you turn 18 and pass the test, dating is so tightly controlled and monitored that lots of guys don’t even bother. Of course, the teenage pregnancy rate is essentially zero, and that wasn’t true just twenty years ago. So, I try to be hopeful, and look for the good that will come my way after I have passed. Yeah, after today, I will have my freedom, and, if I keep my balls, then I can find a girl and it will all be OK even if I want to fuck her.

I’m horny as shit. I haven’t jacked off in almost fourteen days. It isn’t that I haven’t wanted to, because I have. It’s just that I haven’t dared to. I don’t know if the rumors are right or not, but everyone knows that the DNA sample is the key to keeping your nads, and there is a rumor in my school that if your load isn’t sufficient then you will fail even if your genes are good. Nobody wants to fail, not this test they don’t! If you fail the test then they castrate you. It is as simple as that. So, like everyone who goes, I’ve held it off, hoping, HOPING that my cream will be sufficient, that my DNA will pass, and I’ll be in the two out of three guys that get to stay a man.

The teachers at our school say it doesn’t matter if you hold out or not, that the analysis is all based on the genetic code in your DNA and even a small sample is sufficient to make the determination. The analysis is done very quickly, and then your genetic code is compared against the national database, to determine what attributes you have that may contribute to the society. If you have a genetic disease, you are done, sure as shit you are. Lucky for me, I don't have anything like that in my background. None of my parents have even worn glasses, and my dad still has his hair. Of course, nobody knows what they are looking for.

The teachers have said that you can't predict the outcome because the outcome changes for any given day. When a semen sample is received and analyzed, then they measure that DNA against what they already have, and see how it interfaces with the long term growth plan for the nation. Since the database is always being updated, the needs change over time and with every sample they accept. It’s a very complicated process, and it's kept totally confidential. All I know is that they analyze population trends, and make the adjustments, always watching the ratios of race, hair color, etc to make sure they are aligned with the national goals.

In the end none of it matters. All that matters is your session, when it's all on the line and your fate is determined. If you pass, then you go home with your balls and a license to breed. If you don't, then you leave your balls behind. The comforting thought is that only about a third end up castrated. Still, it’s a real possibility, and I try not to think about it as the time for finding out has come. I’m scared, and I know that the outcome for me, like it is for everyone else, is anything but certain.

The two escorts are being totally professional. As the protocol dictates, one is a guy and the other a woman. They are both a little older than I am, but not by much, and I know they have strapped in lots of other eighteen year olds just like me. It’s just a job for them, and yet I can’t help but wonder what they are thinking as they take me to the machine. I wonder and my fear almost overwhelms me. Still, I follow them anyway.

For a second, I think of running. I dismiss it immediately, for all runners are castrated, immediately upon capture, and so what’s the point? Yeah, when you turn 18 you report, sure-as-shit you do, unless you’re an idiot. You can come earlier if you want, but not later, and so everyone just waits until they turn 18. I don’t even know of anyone that went in early. Still, it’s not a great way to spend your birthday, but if you pass, like most do, then it makes for a good celebration. Getting your ‘breeding license’ at 18 is a good present. Anyway, I’m not stupid, and with better than a sixty percent chance of coming out of this OK, I know I don’t have any real choice in the matter. Still, it is scary as hell, and I’ll just be glad when it is over and I have passed.

So, I follow them, and think about the others they have escorted. Yeah, just like me, I know there have been thousands of other teenage guys that have walked to the machine, thinking their thoughts as they walk the line between manhood and nothing. I'm a high school senior now, and so all my friends are going as their birthdays arrive. Tom was here two weeks ago, and we all had a party after he passed. Michael too. Yeah, he had figured he would lose them, but he didn’t. I think his red haired saved him, as it’s so rare, but you can’t tell what it was. Still, he has his balls and his license and that’s all that matters, and just two days ago he told me he was about to have sex with a girl! OH GOD I HOPE I CAN TOO!

I guess it doesn’t matter. You can’t change your DNA, and so even though I can hope, whatever is going to happen is really beyond my control. My mind races. I wonder about all the ones they have taken, and I think about the ones that have been unmanned. I have dark hair and brown eyes, and I have the tall, thin body of a swimmer. I try to think...yeah, Richard Dirk made it too, and he has eyes and hair like mine. Then, with a thought, I think about Mark Barnes, and he lost his. He too had brown hair like mine. God. I feel my prick in my pants, and it’s getting harder, the closer I get to what is to come. I feel it there, in my pants, and I can’t help but be embarrassed as I walk and feel the bulge.

We round a corner and there it is....THE BOOTH. Actually, there are two of them, side by side, and the other booth is occupied. I wonder who is in it? There are some placards, and I don’t bother to read them. I know what this is all about, and so I am resolved to it. I look to the guy leading me, and say “I'm scared shitless man!”

He smiles. Then he says: “Ah, don’t let it get to you. Everyone is scared....just don’t freak out. You can’t control it so just try and think of other things. It’ll all be over within fifteen minutes and after it’s done you’ll probably be grinning from ear to ear.”

GOD!

The girl opens the door, and I look at her as she motions for me to come inside. She’s cute, with a tight ass and moderate, pointed tits stuffed in her blouse. She has green eyes, and her smile radiates across her face. I smile at her, and then, taking her lead, I step up the two steps and enter the booth, and they follow behind me.

The space is cramped. The guy says “Just grab the two handles there, and hold them. Don’t let go of them until it's all over or you'll receive an electrical shock. Now, try not to be too scared. The toggle switch on the right handle will change the video presentation, so find something you like and try and enjoy it. Just relax and try not to worry, OK?”

Right.

I grab the two metal handles, which are round, like the grips on a motorcycle. He slips two metal cuffs around my wrists which hold my hands in position. The cuffs are long, about four inches or so each, so that they look more like bracelets than they do handcuffs. Still, I can't move my arms once they are locked down. I squeeze the handles so tight my knuckles are turning white, but I can’t help it. Meanwhile, I feel the girl unbuckling my belt, and I look down and watch as her small, delicate hands work my buckle. My prick grows stiffer, eager even. I swallow, and then I try and smile. I say “I’ve never had a girl do that to me before!”

She doesn’t look up, but says “Don’t worry; I do this all the time. It’s not that big of a deal.”

I gasp.

She opens the buckle, and unsnaps my jeans, and then, with a gentle pulling motion, she slides them down to my knees. My prick juts up, tenting out my boxer shorts, and my faces flushes red as I notice her eyes go to the bulge from my boner. She pulls my jeans down some more, and I take the hint and step out of them. She doesn’t even respond, and instead, grabs the waistband of my boxers and slides them down all the way to my ankles. I step out of them too, and am naked below my waist.

My boner is stiff, and when she lowered my boxers it hung on the edge of my shorts for a moment, and then sprang out, bouncing upward, straight out and up and eager and stiff. When it happened I gasped, and said “SORRY”.....what else could I say as my dick jutted out so stiff in front of the girl? My boner bobs up and down, and my face flashes red, bright red with my embarrassment.

The guy to my right says “Don’t worry about it. All guys get erections in here. It’s part of the process.”

GOD......”THE PROCESS!”

I watch the girl, and she takes some KY lubricant and as I look she just gobs it from the tube and then onto my cock, and then she slides her little hand up and down my shaft rubbing it in. OH GOD....it feels so good...and I gasp and watch and stare. I have never felt anything so good, and all of a sudden I want her, want her to continue and I can hardly contain myself. My prick is instantly so eager and it has grown as stiff as a piece of steel. I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard in all my life.

“Lean into the machine......and don’t worry.....just stay calm and don’t freak now” he says.

I swallow, and do what he says. The wall in front of me is tilted slightly, at an angle, so that as I lean forward I am laying against it, even though I am still partially standing. The girl guides my dick into the hole, the hole in the machine, and as she does I feel it, and the hole is HOT! God...I just wasn’t expecting that, and as my prick slides inside the warm machine it feels good, REALLY good, and it's soft and rubbery and oh-so-slippery. The thing literally grips my dick, and it feels so incredible that I can’t believe it. I swallow, and gasp again, and then my lips part and I say “Oh...OH GOD......”

He laughs. Then he says “Yeah....it’s designed to feel good....all the guys get surprised at the feeling. Just try and hold off, you don’t want to cum too soon.”

As he says that I feel him reaching under me, pulling up the two thick straps that come up under the hole. At the same time the girl is placing my feet where she wants them, slightly apart, so that my legs are spread and my balls are hanging free. There are slight indentations in the wall, molded there, so that there is natural contour that fits my body, my legs held apart 'just so.' Still, I can feel the air on my exposed nuts, and as I look down and back at her I can see her staring at them.

Meanwhile, he runs the straps around my legs, around my thighs, and cinches them down, tight, so that I am pulled hard, against the machine, my cock buried to my balls and jammed forward, into the machine. Two more straps are placed just above my knees, holding my legs spread and one more goes over my back and above my ass. I am helpless. I have been strapped into position, and with my hands secured to the metal handles and my thighs and knees strapped tight, I can’t really move and so I half stand, laying into the contoured wall with my cock buried to the hilt and the machine gripping my rock hard shaft.

Next, I feel the girl, and from under my legs she pulls out a wire loop, the loop we have all heard about, the CASTRATION LOOP as it's called! Oh GOD I feel it! Of course, I have heard the stories, and knew it was coming, but still, as I feel her pull it out and slip it up, over my scrotum I cannot help but feel the fear. I know it comes out of the machine, below my cock, the loop of wire designed to do my castration if my DNA fails to pass the test. As I feel her pull it up, give it a single twist, and then drop it over my sac, I try and swallow but my mouth has gone dry. She works at it, adjusting it just right, making sure my two balls are down, low in my sac and the loop of wire is at the top, trapping them there. She adjusts the loop, so it is tight, but not too tight, but tight enough that I feel it and know it is there. It is the LOOP that will TAKE THEM if I do not get lucky, and as I feel it there, waiting, I feel my confidence disappear in an instant.

As she is doing that, the boy leans over to me and whispers in my ear: “Don’t worry about it....most guys come out of it OK and in the end we just take the wire off. Don't panic after you cum. Once you have cum, it will take the machine about thirty seconds to do the analysis on your sample, so be patient, and try not to get too scared. Once that is done, the screen will inform you of the results, and then we will come get you and remove you from the machine.”

She finishing the adjustment and then she says “Do you have any questions?”

I stammer. GOD. What to say?...I hesitate, and then, the words I have been afraid to even think just come out.

“Uh....what.....what if I....if I don’t pass?”

She looks down. The boy, still with his lips to my ear says: “It doesn’t hurt as bad as you think....I KNOW. Don’t worry about it...you’ll probably be just fine. I think you have what they are looking for. Quit worrying.”

He “knows” he said, and I feel relief! He did say that, didn’t he? Then it hits me, and then I am very afraid. He KNOWS what happens if you don’t make it! God...I look at him then, closer, and I see them then, the things I hadn’t noticed before. His lip is smooth, baby faced, and I realize he isn’t shaving anymore. He’s lost them, his balls; they are ...gone....he’s been neutered, and as I see him smile I realize he is envious of my boner. I glance to his crotch. There is no bulge...and it's obvious he is not erect at all. God. OH GOD. Suddenly, I am more scared than I have ever been in my entire life!

She puts her hand on my naked ass. I feel it there, resting there, cupping my left cheek as I am standing with my prick inserted into the machine. My noosed balls are waiting, waiting for whatever is to happen, and I start to shake as I realize the time is nearing.

She says: “Try and stay calm. You need to watch the vid. It will help, and it keeps your mind on where it needs to be. Change the channel anytime you want. Remember, you want a good sample, so hold out as long as you can and then, when you do start to cum, push it out and enjoy the feeling. Good luck.”

The boy points to the twin eye pieces in front of my face, and so I lean into them, resting my forehead on a padded bar there. As I press into the bar the image fills the twin screens, one for each eye. It’s a guy my age, and a girl, and they are wearing swimming suits and are on the beach somewhere. They are both laughing and pushing each other and joking around. The girl tosses a bright beach ball to the guy, and he tosses it back and laughs some more. I don’t hear any sound, but the video is sharp and clear, and with the twin eyepieces it’s all in three dimensions. It’s not really like a movie as much as it seems I am just THERE, watching them, a part of the scene. As I’m watching it the boy in the booth with me places a strap up behind my head, and then he tightens it, so that my head is held forward, into the bar, in position, so that as long as my eyes are open I am watching the images move on the screen. There is no way to look away.

She squeezes my ass, and then she reaches up, under me, and I feel her small hand cup my balls and check the wire noose one last time. She fondles my sac, just for a second, her small delicate fingers sliding over it and around it. She hefts my balls then, feeling their weight, and then she says “You’re very cute....and very sexy. I’d love to fuck you.” I gasp...can hardly believe what she said! No girl has EVER said anything like that to me before. Before I can respond, the boy reaches out and places a set of earphones onto my head, so that I can no longer hear anything they say. Instead, I hear the loud laughter of the young couple in the vid, the girl giggling as she pushes on the boy in a friendly manner and the surf boils in the background. The sky is blue, bright and clear, and the image is so sharp it looks almost live.

I feel the girl give my balls a gentle, last squeeze, and then suddenly she lets go and then, an instant later it seems, they are gone. Wearing the headphones, I am barely able to hear the door to the booth close. As they leave, I realize I am suddenly alone, my prick, literally, buried to my balls and my testicles noosed by the wire that holds their fate.

What next? I can’t look around the booth as my head is secured tight. My eyes are held up to the twin eyepieces that are built like a set of binoculars in front of my face. As I watch, I am staring at the image, and the stereoscopic view brings it into three dimensions. Suddenly, the image changes with a flash, and the earphones come alive with the very loud sound of fucking. I see the girl then, the one who was dressed and laughing in the video just a minute before, and now she is laying on her back in the sand and she is naked and her legs are spread wide. I’ve have never even seen a picture of a naked girl, and this image is crystal clear, filling my world, and it’s all in three dimensions and life sized. As I stare and watch the guy’s cock is slamming in and out of her hole like a piston. As I look at the three dimensional image, she is only a few feet away, almost like I could touch her, and the detail is so sharp I can see the beads of sweat on his back as he does his fucking. The guy’s balls swing as he drives his cock in and out of her vagina. He’s about my age, fucking, fucking and grunting and enjoying himself as he does what I have never done.

As I see the image and my heart begins to pound, I suddenly feel my own cock. It feels like it too is sliding within a pussy, in and out, only I realize that the machine is doing it to me instead of me doing it to the machine. Something...like a soft tube of rubber perhaps, is sliding up and down over my lubricated boner. Suddenly, the movie is REAL, almost as if it IS me, feeling the fuck as I watch it on the screen. I gasp...oh GOD.....I’ve never even SEEN a naked woman for real, much less a pussy, dripping and eager, and so I stare at the screen and watch the fuck and listen to their sounds and my heart pounds and my dick pulsates. I am feeling like a part of it, the machine working my cock as I watch the fuck. OH GOD it’s intense and the feeling starts and builds within my nuts and I realize I’ll never last very long if I watch anymore.

That scares me! “Hold out as long as you can” she had said! Shit! This just started! I push the button, with my right finger, and the channel changes in an instant. Now I am staring at two guys instead. The view is downward, staring at a cock, as another guy about my age is sucking it. He immediately reminds me of Billy, and I watch the boy in the film suck on the pole, that, just like my own pole, is stiff and eager and dripping. God the guy looks like Billy! He has the same hair, and his eyes are bright, blue, and intense. The boy’s tongue slides over the shaft, and around the head of his dick, and as I watch the screen and stare in disbelief at what I am seeing I feel my own cock, the machine slurping on it, sucking on it, the sleeve I am buried in sliding up and down and up and down.

I can't take my eyes off of the blow job in progress. The boy is careful, working his tongue over his friend's cock....and it glistens with his saliva. You can hear him slurping as he sucks, and his friend moans in pleasure from the intensity of the feeling. A bead of precum anoints the tip, and his friend licks it off with his tongue and savors that taste. He smiles a huge grin across his face, and then, once again, he licks the end and this time he pushes his tongue into the boy's piss slit. OH GOD.....my own dick feels so damn good---better than anything I ever could have imagined. It's almost like my best friend is sucking me off! I feel the feeling, building in my nuts, and I realize I am losing control and I am scared. I punch the button, to change the channel, even though I don’t want to. I try and pull my head away, so as not to look, but I can’t. Then, as I stare into the eye pieces, I see a man’s ass, his legs spread wide, tied apart.

CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! A big paddle slams across his buttocks, and he grunts from the blow and jerks his hips as he feels the board. The movie is so real and I am so close to his ass that I jump when the board passes by my head. I have never seen anything like it! His balls swing from the impact, and his ass is red and bright. He grunts again, as the board again burns into his buttocks, and he is pumping against his restraints as he wiggles his ass and tries to get free. His hole is tight, the ring of hair clearly visible, and as I watch with fascination I notice that I too am restrained just like him, tied into my own rack of sorts, and my fate beyond my control.

I shut my eyes, trying to block out the view. The instant I do that I feel a shock through both of my hands, a burn really, zapping between the metal handles and the metallic cuffs that bind me. Worse, at the same time, I feel a snap in my nuts, a shock delivered directly through the wire that surrounds them, and I scream, and in my headset a computer voice says “EYES OPEN....EYES OPEN.....EYES OPEN....EYES OPEN.”

I snap open my eyes, and the pain in my hands and nuts stops instantly and the computerized voice stops yelling. GOD! I stare. I can’t help it. In the 3-D film the man in the vid bucks his hips, and I am only a few feet away. I see his glowing red ass, and his hole opens and closes. He bucks again, and I buck mine in time with his. He jerks, and I jerk, and he grunts and I grunt. Still, as I watch, I feel the feeling on my cock, the machine continuing its relentless attention on my dick, milking me literally and figuratively, my slippery cock feeling the feeling as my desire grows and grows.

The picture is totally lifelike....the three-D stereoscopic image and surround sound just totally overwhelming me. CRACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK! Again, the big paddle slams into his ass, and he bucks his hips and thrusts his cock forward with a vengeance. I do the same, almost subconsciously, and then he is squirting and his semen is just shooting out in giant ropes of cum. The man in the film yells with the intensity of his orgasm, and as I feel my own balls start to boil I quickly punch the button and change the channel as fast as I can.

I shut my eyes again, trying to slow down the images that are overwhelming me. But once again, the mechanical voice starts yelling “EYES OPEN” -- “EYES OPEN” and the pain shoots through my wrists and up into my nuts with a vengeance. I scream again, and snap open my eyes, wide, staring, looking at the vid even though I don’t want too.

The image has changed, and now there are two teenagers fucking, a boy and girl and both are my age. They are staring at me, their faces inches from mine. The girl is on all fours, and the boy is behind her, on his knees, with his prick slamming in and out of her from behind as his hands rest on her shoulders. I never imaged fucking that way, and the position excites me and I can’t help but stare. Then, suddenly, the boy just throws his head back, arching his back. At the same time he yanks his prick from the woman, and lays it up on her back. It is huge, the end purple and flared, and as I stare it starts to spurt out the boy's load. He is grunting out his load across her back in white lines of cum, his eyes wide and his mouth open as he enjoys his orgasm. I watch his semen just shoot out and it’s a hell of a wad. My heart pounds. GOD....the feeling...looking at her tits that are real and IN FRONT OF ME AND OH GOD I AM CLOSE! I punch the button....but this time I don’t dare close my eyes.

The sound changes, and the young couple is replaced in an instant by two boys, again, both of them are teenagers about my age. One boy is on his back, with his legs up, over his head, spread apart and his balls visible, his prick across his stomach and pointing to his chest. Another boy, blond and sexy like my best friend, is fucking him, his prick going in and out of his rectum with a rhythm that grows faster and faster. Boy boys are grunting, and saying “YEAH...oh YEAH....oh YEAH!!!!!” as they fuck, and I find myself driving my own hips forward into the machine that holds my balls and continues to milk my cock.

GOD it feels so good! My entire prick is hard, rock hard, and like the two boys in the movie I am as stiff and as hard as I have ever been. Their grunts are loud in my ears, and then, as I watch, in three dimensions the boy with his legs spread and his balls flopping is shooting, his semen firing out of his cock in line after line across his stomach and chest while the other boy's cock stuffs his ass. The other boy suddenly reaches down, and pulls out his cock and then he too is jacking it, his cum boiling out and shooting over the other boy he was fucking. GOD...my own cock spasms, and I feel the feeling building to a point that I know has no return.

I gasp, and punch the button, trying to hold off the inevitable.

The picture changes, and there is another young guy, with bright red hair. He’s very young. I guess 13 or 14, and his prick is thin and still growing. It’s stiff though, and he’s jerking it, his sparse pubic hair visible and his thin little dick sliding within his fist. He has a smooth face and a smooth chest and it's obvious he hasn’t been doing this very long. He’s so innocent, and yet the size of his pole is surprising, and on a boy that young it looks funny and odd. His cock is uncut, and as his hand works his dick the head of his cock slides in and out of its tube of skin. The entire end is wet, and it glistens in the camera lights. I stare at it, watching the young teen masturbate, and it's as if I am there, inches from his cock, watching him work his pole as I listen to him pant and moan. I am fascinated, and yet, I force myself to click the button, the image of the young boy reminding me of my brother and not something I dare to linger on.

I’m back to the first film, the couple on the beach, and the fucking is approaching the final moment, when the two are one and heaven touches earth. I listen, stare, open mouthed as I watch his cock sliding in and out....suddenly the white semen boiling out around her slit....the young man obviously cumming as he pumps out his load inside her pussy. I see his balls are tight, like mine are now, and just before I cum too I punch the button and skip to something else and fight the feeling within my aching nuts.

I’m back to the blowjob, and once again I see the kid that looks like Billy. He’s sucking on the cock, faster this time, and his hand is jacking the boy’s pole gently as he does. God...it's in 3-D, and it’s like I am THERE, and I see the boy and suddenly I see Billy, and it’s my pole he is sucking. I feel the feeling, and as my cock pulsates and the machine sucks on it, I watch the boy and the sucking he is doing.

In the film, all you see is the view from the top, of a cock being sucked by the boy who is Billy. It’s like I am looking down, and the view is the same as if I was. Suddenly, in my mind it's MY COCK, and MY FRIEND, and then, as I watch and listen, the guy screams and grunts out “I’M CUMMING!”

Suddenly, he begins to squirt, his semen shooting out into his friends mouth, his jism pumping out from his shaft and squirting into the eager mouth that is slurping up every drop. The sound of it fills my ears, the feeling in my own prick is real and intense, and then, suddenly, everything just happens and I begin to grunt out my own load into the imaginary mouth of my friend. I gasp, feel it then, too, in my own nuts, and I too yell “I’m CUMMING” and then I am...timed to what I am seeing and hearing and living. My own jism shoots out of my cock, into the machine, and I buck my hips against the restrains and push my cock deep into the machine.

The device is sucking on my cock as the boy sucks in the film. Suddenly, I am one and the same with the film, living it, squirting out my load and pumping out my jism as I scream in ecstasy. Like the boy in the film, I am in heaven, my prick jerking and twisting as the sucking machine pulls my semen from my balls. I gasp....and push my hips and as I do I grunt out the biggest load of my life, fucking the machine as I live through my imaginary blowjob that has become so very real. Then, with a click, the screen goes black, snapping me back to reality as I feel my own prick make its final few squirts. I have shot my load!

Even so, the machine continues to suck on my cock, pulling on it, sucking it, and as it does I grunt it out until my balls are completely empty, and still the machine slowly jacks my cock...the slippery slide moving up and down, gently now, but still up and down. I gasp again, and try and pull my head away but I can’t. God my dick is sensitive! All I can do is to grip the handles and wait...WAIT while my semen is analyzed and my fate is determined. I frantically punch the button, but the screen stays dark, and I find myself staring at blackness, waiting, hoping, begging that the my DNA will pass and I will stay a man. OH GOD I WANT MY BALLS! My entire cock feels so damn good, the best ejaculation I’ve ever had still lingering, the feeling overwhelming as I come down from the greatest sexual high of my life.

It seems to take FOREVER!

Suddenly, the video screen comes alive, and the image is now just a line of white letters on a blue background: “Semen analysis underway. Standby please.”

I stare.

I wait.

How long?

Another ten seconds.

Nothing.

Ten more seconds go by, and I test my restraints. OH PLEASE GOD.....

I feel the wire.

Another ten seconds.

"OH PLEASE!" I say

Then, WAIT.....oh GOD....the white letters have changed without a sound, and as I read them a terrible feeling comes over me. “Semen analysis completed. DNA rejected by server.”

REJECTED! WAIT! NO!!!!!

I BLEW A GOOD WAD...I DID......I KNOW IT WAS HUGE! OH GOD...WAIT A MINUTE! WAIT!...THERE MUST BE A MISTAKE!!!!!

The screen changes then, and the 3-D video comes back to life, only this time the image on the screen is of a guy in a booth just like me. He's strapped in place, and his blue t-shirt looks just like mine. The camera is behind him, and low, and looking at his ass and his balls. I see his underwear on the floor, and then, in that instant, I realize what I am seeing. It is me....it's my OWN BALLS, hanging between my legs and appearing live in the vid. I bob my ass up and down, against the straps, and the image moves. IT IS ME! They must have a camera in here, and as I watch the image slowly zooms in, until I am staring at my balls, and they are filling the screen. I stare at my nuts, and they are big, my sac fat and full and tight from my fucking. As I stare at my own scrotum in the video, it is bigger than life size. I can see that it is noosed by the wire, and as I am staring at them I feel the wire begin to move and my nightmare begins.

I feel it, watch it, and as I stare into the video the wire changes color, from silver to a reddish color. The wire is thick, and it is pressed tight against my sac. Then, I start to feel a pain at the top of my scrotum, and then as I watch the wire turns redder and redder and redder. Soon, it's glowing, red hot, like the wire glows in a toaster. OH GOD IT BURNS! Then, slowly, the glowing hot wire around my nuts begins to slowly draw itself into the machine, the loop pinching off my scrotum as it does. Tighter...tighter......I gasp. OH GOD! I feel it then, sure as shit I do.....the little loop growing smaller and smaller and smaller and literally melting its way into my sac. I buck my hips....I am desperate....I HAVE TO ESCAPE! I DON”T WANT TO LOSE THEM...NOT NOW! NOT AFTER THIS! OH GOD I WANT TO KEEP THE FEELING! OH GOD.

The machine’s sleeve around my cock is milking me still, slowly this time, just sliding along my slippery and very spent cock as the hot noose around my nuts closes. I freak, but I can’t move, and no matter how hard I struggle I cannot escape!

Tighter. OH damn, I feel it, the loop, the wire that is growing smaller by the second, and as I watch from only a foot away it seems I see it has started to burn its way into and through my scrotum. I am struggling then, wild, jerking against the straps that are around my thighs. I scream. I can’t help it, the pain is there and I scream. I can’t pull out, can’t get loose, the noose around my nuts really starting to HURT! OH GOD it burns! I feel the pressure, and it builds, and then as I watch the wire just disappears into my sac and three is a wisp of smoke as it is burning its way right through it. I am wild with the pain and I watch and feel my own castration as it is happening.

My dick spasms again, and for a second time I begin to ejaculate. This time the orgasm is not as intense, but I can tell I’m squirting non-the-less. It's almost like my balls are desperate, one more time, to shoot out my final seed and fertilize something, even if it is only the machine that is taking my balls. Then, suddenly, there is a muffled “bang” and I literally feel a vibration, and then immediately there is a very sharp, terrible pain that just shoots through the end of my cock while my semen jets from the tip.

My entire body shudders, and I jerk hard against my restraints, but I can’t pull out. The pain is continuous after that, and it feels like a nail has been driven through my cock while I ejaculated. I buck my hips and scream and scream and scream, but I can't stop the pain and I don’t understand it. The sleeve is still sliding over my cock, but it hurts NOW...hurts bad it does, and the very end of my cock feels like its being poked and poked and poked again.

I stare at the vid, and the only thing I can see is my hips jerking against the restraints and my sac of balls being pinched off by the hot wire. Still, something is jabbing into the head of my prick, and it HURTS...oh GOD IT HURTS, and it is like a spike or a bee or a nail and it is poking poking poking the glans of my dick. I've never had anything hurt like this!

I scream for help! Something must be wrong! I stare at the monitors, and I can tell its almost done...the hot wire has melted its way into my sac and I can feel it deep inside, my balls screaming out in pain as I feel my unmanning in progress. I jerk, hard, and my balls wiggle, and then, suddenly, as I watch, the pain lessons and my balls fall free, unattached. OH GOD...NO OH NO OH NO! At that moment, it is done and I realize that I am no longer a man. I’ve been castrated, and as I watch, my full sac of balls falls to a small shelf between my legs. The camera zooms out slightly, so they remain visible, and as I stare at them, they sit fat and round and, now unattached, quivering in their sac, dying their slow death as I feel the emptiness and live the experience.

Still, my cock hurts; the jab jab jab sharp and intense with each movement of the slide that continues to move over my ball-less dick. The screen flickers, and then, in a surprise, my image is gone and replaced once again by the image of the red headed youth who is jacking his cock. The boy fills the screen; his head back now as he jerks his pole faster and faster. I do not want to watch him, and I close my eyes, and the computer screams at me "EYES OPEN EYES OPEN" and I feel an electrical shock that just shoots through my cock. OH GOD.....I jerk my eyes open and stare, watching the boy. I can't help it! Oh fuck.....I stare....and the young male masturbates himself while I, castrated, sit and watch. His left hand is behind his neck, so his bald armpit is visible, and his right hand is blurred as he pumps his young pole up and down and up and down. His small balls are tender, and hairless, and they bounce with the movement of his hand. I'm envious, in a thousand ways. Suddenly, he grins, a huge, innocent grin, and as he does his watery semen pumps out his prick and runs down over his hand that continues to jack his cock. His semen just oozes out the end of his dick, and he milks himself as he grins, the boy savoring the feeling as he pumps out his seed. He grunts, and smiles, his eyes bright and cute and his smooth face so excited as he lives the feeling of his ultimate pleasure.

The contrast is intense, and from my empty groin the pain radiates between my legs. My cock hurts like it has never hurt, and I can’t help but watch the boy and wish I was him. I want his balls....even though mine were so much bigger. My sack is dead and gone and his is alive and growing. God I’m envious!

Then, the screen goes black, and a quiet stillness comes over the booth. I hear the door open then, and seconds later they are taking off the headset and then I feel the two technicians unstrapping me. I gasp, and the tears are in my eyes. I feel lightheaded, and I want to vomit.

The boy says “Bummer dude. Thought you were a shoe-in....but I guess you never know. Too bad....now, take it easy....we don't need you passing out on us here.”

The girl is more businesslike. There is a quick, sharp pain, into my rear, and I look down and she is giving me a shot. She says “It's just an antibiotic...your castration went well and it should heal fine, but take it easy for the next few days. If you have any complications, or you start to bleed, then get to the hospital. It looks like you will be OK though, and I don’t anticipate any problems. You should heal up just fine."

My cock pops free of the machine, and it's so sore I can hardly believe it. I look down, and when I do I gasp and stare and scream. “What...WHAT THE FUCK IS IN MY COCK?” I yell.

I am looking at a piece of metal, like a giant staple, and it has been driven all the way through the end of my cock and folded over almost onto itself. It has been driven up from the bottom to the top, right through the very meat of my dick, and the staple has been twisted in such a way that the two sharp ends are folded over and now push back right into the meat just behind the head of my dick. The staple itself comes up through my dick vertically, then across the end and sits right in the slit there, before it curves down and back into the head. It looks mean, like a jagged piece of metal right through the end of my cock. I am shaking as I look at it, and I see the two sharp prongs that are pushing into the head of my prick.

The young man looks at me and says matter of factly “Oh, that? It’s just a cock staple....similar to what farmers put in a boar's snout to keep him from rooting his nose into places it doesn’t belong. You won’t be able to put your cock into anything, and while you probably won’t want to with your balls missing, this just makes sure. Also, if you even try and masturbate you’ll find it’s a very unpleasant experience. Don’t worry. It will bother you for a few weeks, but with your balls gone and this in your cock you won't be having any more erections. After a few weeks you won't even want to touch your dick unless you're taking a piss. I promise you, you do get used to it. Oh, one warning; don’t ever try and remove it. If it's not there when you have your yearly physical, they will remove your cock on the spot. Do you understand?”

My mind flashes to the red headed kid. Beating his meat, pumping his young pole and doing what all guys do and what I can never do again. I hear the words, and stare at the metal that pokes into my dick. GOD. I never knew....no one ever mentioned this part of it, and I never asked. I stare, and the tears begin to come and after that I can’t stop them. My sex has been taken from me. I glance at the clock, and it has taken them only fifteen minutes to do it.

They help me get my pants back on and then they open the booth and I stagger out....I can't walk fast, as the staple in my dick is rubbing on my boxers, jabbing it, and as the sharp points poke my dick I jerk and grimace. OH SHIT it hurts!

Just then I look over, and Daniel Clifton is just coming out of the adjacent booth, standing on the stairs, and he's grinning from ear to ear. He looks at me and flashes a big "thumbs up" and then he says "Hey William....wasn't it GREAT? GOD....it was SO FUCKING HOT! YEAH!!!!!"

I heave, and bend over, and for a second I almost empty my guts. When I look back up at him I can see he knows....and then I am crying. His face goes white, and he says "Sorry dude"....and then he looks away, like I have a gross deformity or something. Then, quickly, he goes ahead as I shuffle slowly behind him, following him to the door where the waiting room is full.

He goes out first, and the room erupts and I hear laughter and congratulations and everyone is smiling. I follow, and when I enter the room I can see that he is being patted on his back, his father laughing and obviously so happy he is beside himself. My eyes scan the room and I find my family, and my mother looks at me and she knows immediately. She bursts into tears, and then I too am bawling, and my father is angry and my brother is petrified. My best friend runs out; it's all too much for him. My mother is holding me, and I am crying unashamedly on her shoulder. My father spits, and looks away from me, and I pick up the glance and feel his scorn. He is talking to my brother then, about him being the future of the family, and while I don't hear what my brother replies I do hear his pubescent voice and it cracks with a squeak. I look at him, with his wisp of hair on his lip and his developing body just so, beginning to sprout his way into manhood. I wonder if he will jack off tonight. I wonder. For the first time in my life I am envious of him and his pubescent balls.

[Authors note: © Copyright December, 2002. All rights reserved. Not to be copied without the consent of the author.]