http://www.eunuchworld.org/view.php?storyid=10474

by CarterUC

Mark Brighton drummed his fingers impatiently while he waited for the morning announcements to begin. He had been dreading this morning all week, the day the principal would announce this year’s homecoming mascot. Three boys had been nominated, but all odds were on Mark.

The familiar ding of the PA speaker brought Mark back to reality.

“Students, teachers, may I have your attention,” Principal Sutto spoke in a cheerful voice that betrayed a perverse sense of glee. “We have finished counting the votes, and I am pleased to announce we have a mascot for this year’s homecoming parade.”

Everyone in the room turned towards Mark. Sweat formed on his brow and he drummed his fingers even harder.

“Each year the senior class chooses a young man to represent us in our final game against Deacon High. This man shows our opponents that there are no lengths we won’t go to to win.”

Principal Sutto paused for effect. He knew exactly how to deliver his speech to maximize the suspense.

“This year’s homecoming mascot is … Mark Brighton!”

Everyone rose in thunderous applause. The guys in the room took turns patting Mark on the back and congratulating him on his win. The girls simply laughed and gave each other knowing looks.

“Mark, if you will please report to the nurse’s office, we can begin preparing you for the parade.”

Mark stood up from his seat and threw his backpack over his shoulder. His teacher graciously opened the door and ushered him into the hallway. There was no need for a pass; everyone knew where he was going.

Principal Sutto was waiting for him in the office, along with the school nurse and Brian Jacobs, the quarterback of the football team.

“Mark, thank you for coming down so quickly,” Principal Sutto said gently. “Before we begin, I’ll need to go over a few details with you.” Mark fixed his eyes on a spot in the corner and nodded.

“Good. Now first, can you confirm that you are in fact a virgin?”

“Yes.”

“You’ve never had any sexual experience with a girl or boy, including intercourse, oral sex, or mutual masturbation.”

“No.”

Principal Sutto smiled. The questions were a formality, but he was legally required to ask them in the unlikely event that the other students had not voted properly.

“All right, can you tell me the approximate size of your penis when erect?”

Mark looked up at Brian, who towered half a foot over him.

“Five inches.”

“And have you been circumcised?”

“No.”

“Excellent. Well, it seems everything is in order, so I’ll let Nurse Williams take over from here.”

The nurse stood up from her desk and walked over in front of Mark. She was an older woman who had clearly not experienced any sense of joy in her work for some time. Her fierce glare drew Mark’s attention away from the wall.

“Please remove your clothes and lie down on the table.”

Mark began undressing but hesitated when he reached his underwear. He was gripped by the sad realization that Nurse Williams would be the first woman to see him completely naked; it was hardly how he had imagined that particular moment.

Mark tossed his underwear onto the floor with the rest of his clothes and lifted himself onto the table. The paper lining beneath him irritated his back and bunched up under his legs. The sense of discomfort was quickly replaced by a feeling of exposure and embarrassment.

“I’m going to inject you with a local anesthetic. You’ll feel a small pinch, then numbness in the area.”

She took a syringe from the tray beside her and pressed the needle against the base of his penis. Mark winced as the needle slid under his skin. She repeated the procedure on either side of his scrotum.

After the anesthetic had set in, the nurse drew Mark’s foreskin over the head of his penis and pulled it away from his body. His penis was slowly compressed as she took more skin beneath her fingers. Mark felt a strong tugging on his member, but no pain.

When Mark’s penis was as tight as the nurse could make it, Brian took a scalpel from the tray beside the table and pressed it lightly against Mark’s shaft. He readjusted the position of the blade several times until he settled on a point just behind the glans.

Brian pressed the blade into Mark’s skin and smiled as a small stream of blood emerged from the wound. He continued the incision all the way around Mark’s penis until he reached the original entry point. With one final cut, he freed Mark’s foreskin.

“Good work,” Nurse Williams said casually.

“Thanks,” Brian replied. His face beamed with pride. “I was worried I might have cut too high.”

“Most boys do their first time.” She took the excised skin and placed it in a small dish on the tray beside her. “The shaft will heal tighter than he might like, which would ordinarily make erections painful, but … ”

Nurse Williams trailed off as she wiped Mark’s penis with gauze and sprayed an antiseptic solution on the wound. Mark’s head felt heavy on the table, but he was able to lift it just enough to see the outline of his penis.

It looked thinner, and the head staring back at him was a pale purple instead of the bright pink it used to be. Already the sensitive glans felt dry, fully exposed to the air for the first time. Mark dropped his head back down to the table and squeezed his eyes shut.

Brian took a second scalpel from the tray and placed it against the midline of Mark’s scrotum. He tugged gently on the skin until it was taut, then pressed down with the blade. His brow tensed as he struggled to keep the blade straight.

He made an incision from the underside of Mark’s penis to the bottom of his scrotum, providing enough room for Brian to insert his index finger halfway in. Mark squirmed as Brian arched his finger and freed he two testicles inside.

Each testicle was only an inch long, but Mark felt the weight of his gonads as they hung openly by their cords between his legs. Brian took Mark’s left testicle in his hand and pulled it away from the scrotum. He pressed the scalpel against the cord where it met the testicle and severed the connection.

Mark turned his head and saw Brian drop the withering testicle into the dish with his foreskin. It was a red, pulpy mass, nothing like the clean pictures of transparent ovoids he had always seen in textbooks.

Brian took Mark’s right testicle into his hand but paused before cutting the cord.

“It seems unfair, cutting out both of them. Poor guy’s never even been with a girl … ”

Principal Sutto interrupted him. “Brian, Mark was chosen by his classmates precisely because he is a virgin. No girl would have him before and none certainly will now.”

He placed a reassuring hand on Brian’s shoulder.

“Look at what you’ve done to this boy.” The two directed their eyes to Mark’s mangled genitals. “If you can do this kind of damage to a classmate, an innocent boy whose only offense was being unpopular, imagine what you can do to someone attacking you on the playing field.”

Brian nodded his head and turned his attention back to the testicle in his hand. He took a deep breath, then pressed the scalpel down. The cord fell limp as the testicle dropped quietly into his palm.

Feeling slowly began to return to the area just after Nurse Williams finished closing the incision in Mark’s scrotum. The general numbness he had felt before was soon replaced by a nagging sense of emptiness between his legs that grew stronger with each passing moment.

When the stitching was complete, Mark raised himself off the table and shuffled to a mirror in the corner. The pain of his excised testicles made walking difficult, but the sensation of his glans rubbing against his thigh was even harder to bear.

He stared in disbelief at the image in the mirror. The central part of his penis looked like it had been skinned, and the head had shrunk to a fraction of its previous size. Without foreskin to keep the glans moist, the skin had begun shriveling and was quickly fading to a dull purple.

Beneath his ruined penis laid his swollen and empty scrotum. A line of stitches ran down the center, where the skin puckered together in a tender crest. Without the weight of his testicles to pull the skin down, his scrotum looked even smaller than it had before. An immense feeling of shame and despair flooded over him.

Brian applied bandages to Mark’s wounds and helped him dress again before returning to class.

Brian held out his hand. “No hard feelings, okay?”

Mark took Brian’s hand and shook it weakly. He wasn’t sure what was worse – being doomed to a life of virginity and sexual frustration, or having to shake the hand of the man who had left him that way.

As he walked down the hall, eager classmates stopped Mark periodically to congratulate him on being chosen as the homecoming mascot. Everyone was anxious to see him in the parade later that week, where the mascot traditionally rode naked on a float with the football team.

It was a sad irony that he was more popular as a teenage eunuch than he had been as a quiet loner.