How to Create a Fuckboy

We rescheduled Fuckboy's 8:15 on Thursday so Doc could come an hour early. Little Cunt was still up; in the summer his bedtime was 9:00. The five of us sat around the kitchen table. Fuckboy told the bitch she could ask questions only if she behaved herself. She promised. But I think he was hoping she would ask some good questions. I also think she might have preferred being down in her bed with her legs wrapped around some guy who was screwing her, but she sat quietly and listened.

I started the conversation. "So, Doc, have you known any cases of castration?"

"Oh yes, yes, yes. I've had a few young men who accidentally lost their balls. One got shot in a street fight. One was bitten by his dog. One teenager sadly had testicular cancer. The scrotum is in a very vulnerable position. You have to be careful to protect it. That's why it's so, so, so important for young athletes to wear cups." It seemed like Doctor would be taking Vera's side.

Fuckboy asked. "No. Uncle means like not an accident. Like a guy purposely getting his balls cut off."

"Oh well, well, well, that's different. No, no, no, I've never known anyone in my practice who asked for that. Not yet anyway. But of course transsexuals sometimes want to have surgery. Some go for a penectomy, others an orchidectomy, and some go all the way with a vaginoplasty." He saw all four of us staring at him. "Sorry, sorry, sorry. Force of habit. Some cut off the dick, that's a penectomy. Some cut off the balls, an orchidectomy. And vaginoplasty is creating a cunt down there, like when I showed you your mother's vagina, then the men become females with a clitoris, and labia, and everything, but they still can't have babies, no, no, no."

"Shit, no, I don't want to be a girl! Doc, we just want to know about cutting the balls. The o-kid-whatever."

"Sure, sure, sure. We can talk about that. Um, are you considering doing that, if I may ask?"

"Well, we ain't sure yet. That's why we askin' you."

"Well, well, well, I'm very glad you asked me first before going and doing anything you might regret later." I could see a little smile on the bitch's face. "I've seen the results of some terrible mangling where people didn't know what the Hell they were doing. If you're going to do this, I'm going to insist on it being done carefully, using all the proper safeguards."

The bitch lost her smile. "Excuse me, Sir," she asked hesitantly, looking at Fuckboy, her Master. "Aren't these procedures done on adult men? Not little boys?"

"Well, yes, yes, yes, usually. At least in our culture. But some of the men say they wished it were done a lot earlier. It would have saved them a lot of problems."

Fuckboy asked, "What's gonna happen to me? Uh, that is, if we done it."

"Well, well, well, you haven't reached puberty yet, Son. So, if your testicles are removed now, you will never be able to produce sperm."

"Shit! I don't want to have no kids. Uncle he don't got no kids and he's the best fuckin man in the world!" The bitch shook her head sadly. I knew what she was thinking, no grandchildren.

"Well, there's more, more, more, Tommy. You see the testes, your balls, are glands..."

"Like the thyroid?" Fuckboy held his throat.

"Yes, yes, yes, you remember. What a bright little boy. And do you remember what the thyroid does?"

"It makes a homo."

Doc and I laughed. "Well, almost. The word is 'hormone.' The testes also make a hormone called testosterone. I know you get a pretty boner whenever I fuck you. Without testosterone, you won't be able to have any more erections."

"Oh." Fuckboy became pensive.

"The hair on your head will still grow normally, but you won't have pubic hair, and very little chest hair. Your cock will probably remain fairly small. Your voice will stay high. So in some ways you'll keep being the beautiful small boy I've come to love. I predict some of your other customers won't find that prospect unappealing either. I expect that's why you're considering this." Fuckboy nodded. "Well, it's a big, big, big step, Son. The procedure is irreversible. So take your time and don't, don't, don't make any rash decisions."

The Bitch was trying to control herself. "But there was this other waitress at the restaurant and she married a widowman who had two kids and she wanted to have kids herself so the doctors they reversed what he had had done so he could make sperm again."

"Ma'am, that was a vasectomy. That's something we can change back sometimes with limited success. But that man still had his testicles. We're talking about an orchidectomy here. Chopping off the nuts altogether."

"But, please. Can't they do a ball transplant or something later on?"

"Ma'am, I expect you want to have grandchildren, but if the boy has this done now, that's not going to happen. The most we can do later on is give him some prosthetic balls for cosmetic purposes. That's one reason I strongly recommend you leave the scrotum intact. Some people cut it out with the testicles. I think it's much better to leave the sack there even though it's empty."

"If you was gonna do it, and I ain't said I wanted you to, Doc, but if you was, does it take a long time?"

"Well, well, well, first of all, I can't do it." We all looked at him. "You see, I could really get into terrible trouble for doing that kind of surgery when there's no medical reason for it. I'm sorry, but I'm not going to put my career in jeopardy for that. However, there's no reason your Uncle can't do it himself. I could be there to observe, and make sure all the proper precautions are taken, but actually it's quite an easy procedure. Snip, snip, snip. It's all done."

Fuckboy flinched when Doc gestured scissors with his fingers. "Does it hurt?"

"No, we'll use, I mean, your Uncle will use a local anesthetic like Novocain like the dentist uses. You won't feel more than a little, little, little pinch."

The bitch asked, "So he won't be asleep?"

"Oh, no, no, no. It's a very simple procedure. He can watch the whole thing." Doc looked at Fuckboy. "Unless you're too scared to watch?"

"I ain't scared. I'm brave!"

"Yes, yes, yes, you are. Let me draw a little diagram." Doc gave us all an anatomy lesson. "Now look here. Here is your scrotum, your little bag. And here are your two testicles, your nuts. Now each ball is attached to a little string called the spermatic cord. The cord has a bunch of different things in it: first, there are arteries. Do you know what arteries are?"

"They carry blood to all the cells in the body."

"Oh, oh, oh, you are such a smart little boy. That's right. Now the balls need blood just like everything else in your body, so each cord has three arteries in it."

"Second, there are veins. Whenever you have arteries, you usually have veins also. These veins bring the testosterone to the rest of your body. But they're real teeny, and form like a web called the pampiniform plexus."

"The pampin-what?"

"Never mind. It won't matter when Uncle cuts out your balls."

"If he cuts them. We ain't decided yet!" He wanted Doc to be perfectly clear on that point. "Is that all there is in the cords?"

"No, no, no. There's more. Third, there are nerves. When I play with your balls, you can feel me, right?"

"Of course."

"That's because you have nerves there to bring the feelings from your balls all the way up to your brain."

"So then if I gets them cut out, I won't feel that no more."

"But you also won't feel the pain either when someone hits you hard there. The balls can really hurt bad when they get smacked."

"Yeah, I know. I won't miss that."

"Fourth, there's tubes that carry lymph. Just like in other places of the body.

"Fifth, there's the processus vaginalis and . . ."

"Vagina!!" We all looked at the doctor.

"He, he, he. It's just a leftover string from before you were born. It doesn't do anything now.

"Now I saved the most important thing in the cord for last. It's the vas deferens. Ma'am when your friend's husband has his vasectomy, that was the part of the cord they cut. You remember the testicles make sperm." Fuckboy nodded. "Well, the vas carries that sperm up through the prostate and some other glands where it mixes with different liquids to make semen."

Fuckboy said "jizz," I said "splooge," Little Cunt said "manmilk," and the bitch said "cum," simultaneously.

"He, he, he, yes. And the semen comes through the urethra and shoots out the penis."

"Yeah!! And into my mouth or my ass!!"

"He, he, he. Yes. So all your uncle has to do is make a little slit in the back of your scrotum, snip those two little strings, take out your balls, and sew the bag back up."

"Wow!"

"Well, here, climb up on the chair, Son, I'll show you." Doc held Fuckboy's bag and the kid tried not to giggle. "Back here, he'll make a little slit about this long. Not big at all. And then here's the one cord he's gonna cut, I'm touching it now." The kid started wriggling. "Yep, those are nerves telling your brain that someone's got his grubby hands on your spermatic cord." Fuckboy giggled. "Feel it, boy." Doc guided the kid's hand to the right place.

"Yeah, I feel the little string. You mean that skinny thing has all that stuff in it?"

"Yes, yes, yes. All those different things in that tiny string. Here, let your uncle feel it." I reached over and felt the strings. I reached down and felt my own nuts and could feel the cords there too. My cords were thicker than Fuckboy's but still surprisingly skinny for all the work they do. "You can touch them too, Ma'am." The bitch shook her head, but of course Little Cunt wanted to feel the strings.

"Well, now you all talk about this, and think about it good and hard. It's a big decision." Doc looked at his watch. "Well, if there are no other questions, I think it's time for me and the boy to have some fun fucking."

"Yes, and it's time for me and Little Cunt to have some fun also before he falls asleep. And, Bitch, I think you have a client due pretty soon. Thank you so much, Doc, for all your help."

Next: The Big Decision