At the Cabin, Part 8 Ideas and Conversations.
Posted: Tue Nov 15, 2016 1:43 am
Dear Readers
This isn't meant to be Part 8 of At the Cabin. I'm just working on some different ideas, conversations and voices to get an idea of what might work and of what might not work. If you're a fan of the series and would like to give this a quick read and some feedback I'd appreciate it.
Thank You
Atreyu
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According to the statistics, and I don't know if I can really trust them, five American boys out of every one hundred are castrated before age 13, and about one out of every hundred is nullified. Small numbers I suppose, but it seems to be a growing trend. In some circles nullification before 13 is even considered 'fashionable.' What does that word even mean? The dictionary defines "fashionable," as a. Conforming to the current styles or trends; stylish: a fashionable wardrobe. b. Adopting or setting current styles or trends: a fashionable artist.2. Associated with or frequented by stylish or trend-setting people: a fashionable hotel.
Will there come a day when members of the upper crust will boast, "Our oldest child Anna is finishing her law degree at Harvard. Our middle child John just made captain of his high school football team. And our youngest, Max is in the 6th grade and is healing up fine after his nullification. He's so happy to be a eunuch at last!"
Articles in my dad's magazine, Today's Young Eunuchs, claim that in 20 years having your tween boys castrated will be no different than taking them to an orthodontist to have their teeth straightened. I guess that might be true. But I think it's just as likely that in 20 years time people will look back and shake their heads in disbelief. They'll wonder what parents were thinking. How could they have had their own boys castrated? So you see I wasn't at all sure that this castration fad was going to last. I didn't think it had staying power and I didn't want to get caught up in it. What might seems fashionable today might seem worse than ridiculousness tomorrow. And yet for some unfathomable reason I was drawn to it. Castration had captured my imagination and invaded my thoughts, my dreams and my nightmares.
It was 9 pm in the large and stately old farmhouse. Outside a storm was brewing. I could hear the wind whistling in the rafters and the rain pelting the windows. Little Bryant climbed up to the small loft bedroom with the slanting ceiling. Just the two of us would be spending the night there. The little eunuch was fresh from the shower and his fair hair was still somewhat damp. But that's not what caught my attention. Bryant was clad in nothing but a blue T-shirt that did nothing to hid his bare butt or his empty eunuch's crotch. But he didn't seem concerned by the partial nudity. Even thought he was recently cut, and not entirely healed, the 10 year old had little to nothing in the way of modesty. Somehow being just partly covered made his groin look all the more empty, if that was even possible.
I looked at the T shirt and I was stunned by the irony of the image printed on it. His shirt showed a totally nude and very cool looking Bart Simpson skillfully riding his skateboard. Concealing Bart's genitals from view was a warning label like the ones they place on the packaging for video games. This warning label read, "PARENTAL ADVISORY. EXPLICIT CONTENT!" I wondered how long Bryant had owned that T-shirt. Was it from the time, only weeks ago, when he had been a compete boy? Or did someone buy it for him since he was desexed? Bryant no longer had any "explicit content." And yet the smooth nullified area between his legs was far more controversial than Bart Simpson's naked boyhood. I tried not to stare but I couldn't help myself. He noticed but didn't seem to mind. At last I said, "You're not very bashful about it are you?"
"I can't be shy," the little eunuch replied with a good natured smile. "Once I'm fully healed up with the redness gone my grandpa is going to enter me into the young eunuchs division of a Fitter Family competition. If I want to bring home the Blue Ribbon, and believe me I do, I'll need to be comfortable about being showed naked along with the other kids. Grandpa says that if I act all skittish about looked at, or if I'm uncooperative while being examined the judges will notice and deduct points. I don't want that," he added as he nonchalantly placed his Teddy Bear on the room's large single bed.
"Being in one of those contests sounds sort of weird to me," I said. "Isn't it like being judged as livestock?"
"That's the boy in you talking," Bryant relied. "You'll feel differently about it after it's been done."
"After what's been done?" I asked.
"I overheard your dad talking with my grandpa. Your time will come Trav. But don't you worry none. It's not so bad. Afterwords you'll feel different and you'll see things differently. You won't have that stubborn boy defiance. In its place you'll be willing to please and happy to obey intact men. No matter what people say that's the real reason why men cut boys. Being fixed makes us compliant and manageable. It's an improvement. With that Bryant walked over to where I was seated beside a small desk. He stood before me with his crotch only inches away. Then the little kid thrust his hips to one side as he pushed out his lower lip like a proud rock star. He was like a very young Kurt Cobain. Bryant was flaunting his nullification as if being neutered was ultra cool. The little guy was so close that I could smell the scent of the strawberry soap he had just used to wash his lean body. My eyes were drawn down to that smooth crotch and in silent amazement I studied every small detail. As I did so I could feel myself becoming hard under my shorts. Bryant couldn't have failed to notice this. "Trav, why do you act like having your dick and nuts removed is such a big deal?" he asked as he took my hand in his and guided it to his empty crotch. "Don't you know that they've been fixing boys since Fred Flintstone road around on the back of Dino the Dinosaur."
"I don't remember any eunuchs on the Flintstones," I managed to say as a caressed the smooth warn skin between his legs. It was the first time in my life that I'd ever touched a kid's nullified place.
"Maybe not on the Flintstones. But lots of kids are having it done," Bryant continued. "You look at me like I have three head and just came down from Tatooine. Why Trav? I'm just a eunuch and not a freak."
"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting Bryant," I said. "Lots of kids might be having it done out here in the country, But they're not being cut where I come from," I said as I felt around and discovered his new pee hole. It was lower than I expected.
"Not even the men are desexed?" Bryant asked in amazement. "Do they just walk around in heat all the time with their things hard until they die? What sort of life is that?"
"I suppose some men are castrated for medical reasons, or to lower their sex drive," I explained. "But it isn't done to boys,"
"Maybe it's being done and you just don't know it," he said.
"It's not being done to any of my friends," I said.
"Why not?" Bryant pressed the question. "Don't any of the boys in your city ever want to have their stuff taken off? Don't any of them like men and want to be more desirable to men?"
"I guess a few boys might," I said. "But probably not all that many. Some boys want to become girls and I suppose some just want to be eunuchs. But they aren't cut, at least not until they're a lot older than you are."
"Why not if being eunuchs is what they really want? Why should they have to wait?"
"Where I'm from being a kid eunuch is considered a bad thing," I said trying to make sense of it.
"Would people in your city think I'm bad because I'm a eunuch?" Bryant wanted to know. `
"No, of course not!" I reassured the little guy. "How could anyone ever think that of you? You're a great kid. But they'd think that what was done to you was very bad. They'd say it was sick and barbaric. They'd think that you were less than a boy."
Bryant thought about this for a moment and then said, "For thousands of years the Chinese nullified their boys. They did so until the communists came along and made them stop. Were the Chinese barbaric? Were they sick?" What if I told those people in your city that I wanted my stuff removed? What if I told them that I asked for it?"
"If you told them that you wanted to be a eunuch they'd think you were one mixed up kid." I answered. "Or they'd think that you were castrated without your consent and were just lying about wanting it so it wouldn't seem so bad."
"Lying! Hardly!" Bryant said. "I've wanted to be a eunuch since before I even knew what a eunuch was. For as long as I can remember I've hated having stuff dangling down there. When I was a little kid I'd like to tuck my stuff between my legs and cross my knees just to see how I'd look without a dick. I liked to think that someday a man would show up at my house and take me away to cut it all off."
"You wanted to be kidnapped?" I asked in amazement.
"If that was the only way of being fixed then yes," he replied. "That's how much I wanted it. Then one day dad took Zack away in the car and didn't return with him that evening. It was all very mysterious, all very secretive. I asked what happened to Zack was but no one wanted to say. At last mom said that Zack was getting some much needed medical help and when he returned he'd be fine but he'd be different. I didn't understand what any of that meant. How would he be different? At last my dad sat me down alone in my room and he said that we need to have a little man talk. Dad said that I needed to be brave and try hard to understand about what I was about to hear. I was really afraid. But dad explained that some boys needed a special sort of operation to change them between their legs. He said that for his own good Zack needed to have his boy parts removed but that the doctor was very gentile and didn't hurt Zack at all. He said that when Zack returned in a few days he'd be fine but he wouldn't be a boy any longer. Instead dad said that Zack would be a eunuch but that I shouldn't let that upset me. It was like my dad thought I was going to freak out or something. But instead I begged my dad to take me to the same doctor who had worked on Zack because I wanted the same thing. I wanted my boy parts removed too and to be a eunuch."
"You really wanted it," I said
"How about you Trav? What do you want?"
"I don't even know anymore. I don't know if I want to remain male or become a eunuch. Trying to figure it out is making me crazy."
"You want know what I think," Bryant said. "I think you're afraid of what the people in your city will think of you if you have it done. I think you care more about trying to make them happy than you are about doing what's right for you."
"You're pretty smart for a little guy," I said.
"Only boys think size matters," he said and changing the subject added, "Since my operation was so recent I still need some special care. Will you help me out by rubbing ointment on my crotch? Normally grandpa does it but since you're here I thought you could instead of him."
"Sure," I replied.
This isn't meant to be Part 8 of At the Cabin. I'm just working on some different ideas, conversations and voices to get an idea of what might work and of what might not work. If you're a fan of the series and would like to give this a quick read and some feedback I'd appreciate it.
Thank You
Atreyu
************************************************** **************
According to the statistics, and I don't know if I can really trust them, five American boys out of every one hundred are castrated before age 13, and about one out of every hundred is nullified. Small numbers I suppose, but it seems to be a growing trend. In some circles nullification before 13 is even considered 'fashionable.' What does that word even mean? The dictionary defines "fashionable," as a. Conforming to the current styles or trends; stylish: a fashionable wardrobe. b. Adopting or setting current styles or trends: a fashionable artist.2. Associated with or frequented by stylish or trend-setting people: a fashionable hotel.
Will there come a day when members of the upper crust will boast, "Our oldest child Anna is finishing her law degree at Harvard. Our middle child John just made captain of his high school football team. And our youngest, Max is in the 6th grade and is healing up fine after his nullification. He's so happy to be a eunuch at last!"
Articles in my dad's magazine, Today's Young Eunuchs, claim that in 20 years having your tween boys castrated will be no different than taking them to an orthodontist to have their teeth straightened. I guess that might be true. But I think it's just as likely that in 20 years time people will look back and shake their heads in disbelief. They'll wonder what parents were thinking. How could they have had their own boys castrated? So you see I wasn't at all sure that this castration fad was going to last. I didn't think it had staying power and I didn't want to get caught up in it. What might seems fashionable today might seem worse than ridiculousness tomorrow. And yet for some unfathomable reason I was drawn to it. Castration had captured my imagination and invaded my thoughts, my dreams and my nightmares.
It was 9 pm in the large and stately old farmhouse. Outside a storm was brewing. I could hear the wind whistling in the rafters and the rain pelting the windows. Little Bryant climbed up to the small loft bedroom with the slanting ceiling. Just the two of us would be spending the night there. The little eunuch was fresh from the shower and his fair hair was still somewhat damp. But that's not what caught my attention. Bryant was clad in nothing but a blue T-shirt that did nothing to hid his bare butt or his empty eunuch's crotch. But he didn't seem concerned by the partial nudity. Even thought he was recently cut, and not entirely healed, the 10 year old had little to nothing in the way of modesty. Somehow being just partly covered made his groin look all the more empty, if that was even possible.
I looked at the T shirt and I was stunned by the irony of the image printed on it. His shirt showed a totally nude and very cool looking Bart Simpson skillfully riding his skateboard. Concealing Bart's genitals from view was a warning label like the ones they place on the packaging for video games. This warning label read, "PARENTAL ADVISORY. EXPLICIT CONTENT!" I wondered how long Bryant had owned that T-shirt. Was it from the time, only weeks ago, when he had been a compete boy? Or did someone buy it for him since he was desexed? Bryant no longer had any "explicit content." And yet the smooth nullified area between his legs was far more controversial than Bart Simpson's naked boyhood. I tried not to stare but I couldn't help myself. He noticed but didn't seem to mind. At last I said, "You're not very bashful about it are you?"
"I can't be shy," the little eunuch replied with a good natured smile. "Once I'm fully healed up with the redness gone my grandpa is going to enter me into the young eunuchs division of a Fitter Family competition. If I want to bring home the Blue Ribbon, and believe me I do, I'll need to be comfortable about being showed naked along with the other kids. Grandpa says that if I act all skittish about looked at, or if I'm uncooperative while being examined the judges will notice and deduct points. I don't want that," he added as he nonchalantly placed his Teddy Bear on the room's large single bed.
"Being in one of those contests sounds sort of weird to me," I said. "Isn't it like being judged as livestock?"
"That's the boy in you talking," Bryant relied. "You'll feel differently about it after it's been done."
"After what's been done?" I asked.
"I overheard your dad talking with my grandpa. Your time will come Trav. But don't you worry none. It's not so bad. Afterwords you'll feel different and you'll see things differently. You won't have that stubborn boy defiance. In its place you'll be willing to please and happy to obey intact men. No matter what people say that's the real reason why men cut boys. Being fixed makes us compliant and manageable. It's an improvement. With that Bryant walked over to where I was seated beside a small desk. He stood before me with his crotch only inches away. Then the little kid thrust his hips to one side as he pushed out his lower lip like a proud rock star. He was like a very young Kurt Cobain. Bryant was flaunting his nullification as if being neutered was ultra cool. The little guy was so close that I could smell the scent of the strawberry soap he had just used to wash his lean body. My eyes were drawn down to that smooth crotch and in silent amazement I studied every small detail. As I did so I could feel myself becoming hard under my shorts. Bryant couldn't have failed to notice this. "Trav, why do you act like having your dick and nuts removed is such a big deal?" he asked as he took my hand in his and guided it to his empty crotch. "Don't you know that they've been fixing boys since Fred Flintstone road around on the back of Dino the Dinosaur."
"I don't remember any eunuchs on the Flintstones," I managed to say as a caressed the smooth warn skin between his legs. It was the first time in my life that I'd ever touched a kid's nullified place.
"Maybe not on the Flintstones. But lots of kids are having it done," Bryant continued. "You look at me like I have three head and just came down from Tatooine. Why Trav? I'm just a eunuch and not a freak."
"I'm sorry for the way I've been acting Bryant," I said. "Lots of kids might be having it done out here in the country, But they're not being cut where I come from," I said as I felt around and discovered his new pee hole. It was lower than I expected.
"Not even the men are desexed?" Bryant asked in amazement. "Do they just walk around in heat all the time with their things hard until they die? What sort of life is that?"
"I suppose some men are castrated for medical reasons, or to lower their sex drive," I explained. "But it isn't done to boys,"
"Maybe it's being done and you just don't know it," he said.
"It's not being done to any of my friends," I said.
"Why not?" Bryant pressed the question. "Don't any of the boys in your city ever want to have their stuff taken off? Don't any of them like men and want to be more desirable to men?"
"I guess a few boys might," I said. "But probably not all that many. Some boys want to become girls and I suppose some just want to be eunuchs. But they aren't cut, at least not until they're a lot older than you are."
"Why not if being eunuchs is what they really want? Why should they have to wait?"
"Where I'm from being a kid eunuch is considered a bad thing," I said trying to make sense of it.
"Would people in your city think I'm bad because I'm a eunuch?" Bryant wanted to know. `
"No, of course not!" I reassured the little guy. "How could anyone ever think that of you? You're a great kid. But they'd think that what was done to you was very bad. They'd say it was sick and barbaric. They'd think that you were less than a boy."
Bryant thought about this for a moment and then said, "For thousands of years the Chinese nullified their boys. They did so until the communists came along and made them stop. Were the Chinese barbaric? Were they sick?" What if I told those people in your city that I wanted my stuff removed? What if I told them that I asked for it?"
"If you told them that you wanted to be a eunuch they'd think you were one mixed up kid." I answered. "Or they'd think that you were castrated without your consent and were just lying about wanting it so it wouldn't seem so bad."
"Lying! Hardly!" Bryant said. "I've wanted to be a eunuch since before I even knew what a eunuch was. For as long as I can remember I've hated having stuff dangling down there. When I was a little kid I'd like to tuck my stuff between my legs and cross my knees just to see how I'd look without a dick. I liked to think that someday a man would show up at my house and take me away to cut it all off."
"You wanted to be kidnapped?" I asked in amazement.
"If that was the only way of being fixed then yes," he replied. "That's how much I wanted it. Then one day dad took Zack away in the car and didn't return with him that evening. It was all very mysterious, all very secretive. I asked what happened to Zack was but no one wanted to say. At last mom said that Zack was getting some much needed medical help and when he returned he'd be fine but he'd be different. I didn't understand what any of that meant. How would he be different? At last my dad sat me down alone in my room and he said that we need to have a little man talk. Dad said that I needed to be brave and try hard to understand about what I was about to hear. I was really afraid. But dad explained that some boys needed a special sort of operation to change them between their legs. He said that for his own good Zack needed to have his boy parts removed but that the doctor was very gentile and didn't hurt Zack at all. He said that when Zack returned in a few days he'd be fine but he wouldn't be a boy any longer. Instead dad said that Zack would be a eunuch but that I shouldn't let that upset me. It was like my dad thought I was going to freak out or something. But instead I begged my dad to take me to the same doctor who had worked on Zack because I wanted the same thing. I wanted my boy parts removed too and to be a eunuch."
"You really wanted it," I said
"How about you Trav? What do you want?"
"I don't even know anymore. I don't know if I want to remain male or become a eunuch. Trying to figure it out is making me crazy."
"You want know what I think," Bryant said. "I think you're afraid of what the people in your city will think of you if you have it done. I think you care more about trying to make them happy than you are about doing what's right for you."
"You're pretty smart for a little guy," I said.
"Only boys think size matters," he said and changing the subject added, "Since my operation was so recent I still need some special care. Will you help me out by rubbing ointment on my crotch? Normally grandpa does it but since you're here I thought you could instead of him."
"Sure," I replied.
