Forced milking, futuristic, e-stim, genital reduction, humiliation

A young man discovers that life as a neuter has its benefits

The Panel – Chapter 9

The big reveal

“I imagine you’ll be glad to get the metalwork off for good.” the doctor said.

The answer was as obvious as asking a waitress if she was looking forwards to the end of her shift, but it was intended to distract attention away from the revelation he was about to make.

“It’ll be good to piss without sitting down,” Ferdy said.

The doctor removed the micro-chastity cap that had kept Ferdy’s glans tucked inside his body and useless for the past year as it gradually shrank due to lack of use. The urine tube slid out of Ferdy’s urethra at the same time. He trembled as it slid past his skin.

The doctor slid the base ring over the young man’s testicles.

Ferdy’s helmet stayed inside him, looking more like a clitoris than a glans. The foreskin, which had spent the last year wrapped around the cap, remained stretched and loose, enhancing the appearance of female genitalia.

“I look like a woman with balls,” Ferdy said disgusted.

“Your penis will drop out over the next few weeks. It’s only where it’s been tucked away all this time.”

He pressed his thumb and index fingers into the flesh on either side of the glans, burying them, then he gripped the small dome and pulled it out. The nerves in the glans were sensitive from its year inside his body, and Ferdy squirmed at the touch, his knees buckling inwards.

He let out an “Oooh,” that was nowhere near as manly as he would have liked.

As expected, Ferdy’s glans was zombie-flesh white, the surface covered in fine wrinkles.

“The skin is very pale right now,” the doctor explained. I’ll give you some cream. Rub a dab of that in every morning, and it will quickly regain its colour. The foreskin will return to normal within a month.”

The doctor measured his reduced penis. It extended barely an inch and a half, although it still had some girth to it.

“Very good, a perfect reduction.  75% reduction in flaccid penile length, and 60% reduction in testicular volume.”

He rubbed cream into the sensitive glans, then released the flesh, and it snapped back into Ferdy’s body.

The doctor took several photographs for Ferdy’s citizen record.

“That’s it Ferdy. We’re all done. If you ever have issues, you can contact us through on Citcom. There’s also an archive online that answers most common concerns and questions. Thank you for doing your part to ensure the survival of mankind.”

It was a melodramatic and overblown comment, but the doctors were all instructed to say it before discharging their stage 3 patients. It was designed to contextualise their involuntary mutilation as a noble sacrifice.

“I’d have been happier just to eat less…” Ferdy said.

30 months later

Ferdy busied himself in his dorm room, while he waited for a guest to arrive. Music was playing on Sonic Astra, his favourite music TV channel, but local news was on split, occupying the edge of the screen. To his surprise, he saw a face he recognised; it was Jason from high school.

Ferdy was curious to know why Jason was on the news.

“TV, audio, focus left”

The TV switched audio from the Sonic Astra channel to news, but before Ferdy heard a word, his curiosity was answered.

The static photograph of Jason was replaced by a video of him leaving the hospital escorted by police. His arms were cuffed behind his back, and he wore show-alls. Except he had nothing to show. He was smooth as a bald man’s head down below. His face glowed a furious red with humiliation as the press recorded him. The police pulled him to a stop so that the media could film him.

“Jason,” a video jock asked, “which is worse; the 5-years community labour, the fine, or total nullification?”

The journalist didn’t need to ask; everybody knew the answer. It was the only one nullos ever gave, if they could be coaxed to answer at all. Of COURSE, the humiliation of total nullification was the worst, especially for a man who had formerly had breeding rights.

But Jason didn’t say a word, he glowered at the journalist with seething hatred, then at the ground. He looked as though he was struggling not to cry. This public humiliation was all part of the punishment.

“So, there you are ladies and gentlemen,” a host in the new studio said, “Jason Warwick, barely even 21 years old, found guilty of fathering not two, but FOUR unauthorised children, by four separate women, and he has only been a legal breeder for 5 months.”

A female host responded, “Yes, quite the menace Don, and we can only imagine how many more children he would have gone on to father if the foetuses were not cross referenced on the DNA registry. It would probably have been better if he has failed the selection when he was 16, then at least he would still have something down below.”

“Yes, that’s definitely true Joolee,” Don said. “He certainly doesn’t look very happy.”

Ferdy looked at the video of Jason. He looked truly wretched, and for a moment, he felt sympathy for him. Then he recalled what a total asshole he had always been, and a gratified smile curled the corner of his mouth.

He called his dad.

“Hey son, how you doing?”

“Great thanks dad. You’ll never guess who I just saw on TV?”

“No idea, The King of Spain? King Kong?”

Ferdy laughed.

“No. Jason, you remember that asshole who made everyone’s life a misery in high school.”

“Oh him, why was he on the TV?”

“It was the news. He just got baldied. Total nullo. Chopped everything off. They said he got four women pregnant.”

“Why didn’t they abort?”

“Dunno. I didn’t catch that part. He looked like he was going to cry. The police had him outside the hospital, showing off what they did to him.”

“Oh yeah, they do like to humiliate nullos.”

“Yeah, kinda sick really.”

His dad considered it and made a sucking noise through his teeth.

“I guess they humiliate them as a deterrent. Severe penalties to warn breeders to use protection.”

Ferdy heard noise in the background.

“It’s your brother,” his father said to someone who had just entered the room.

“Tell him “hi”,” Cole said in the distance.

“Your brother said “hi”,” his father said.

“Yeah, I heard,” Ferdy answered.

“You’ll never guess what,” his father said to Cole, “That bully from Ferdy’s grade got nulloed,” his father said turning away from the phone.

“No way,” Cole said. “Wyatt got baldied?! I thought he was already…”

“No, not Wyatt, Jason.”

“Jason!!! Oh man, that pumps! He was SUCH a fuckhole! Couldn’t happen to a better guy!”

“Hey dad,” Ferdy said, calling for his father’s attention.

“Yeah, sorry Ferdy, was just bringing Cole up to speed. He’s grinning like Jeff the Killer.”

Ferdy smiled at the ancient Creepy Pasta reference.

“Say dad, if they could just baldie the guys who break the rules, why did they have to shrink everyone else?”

His father considered the question.

“Yeah, it seems really unfair. My civics teacher said that it was because it was just too many people to manage. They’d be arresting and cutting people every day. The police wouldn’t have time for anything else.”

There was a knock on Ferdy’s door. Tap, tap, tap, tap. A signature knock, as gentle as the person who made it.

“Oh, hey dad, sorry, gotta go. Someone’s here. I’ll catch you later.”

“Sure, catch you later Ferdy. Stay safe.”

“Love you dad.”

“You too.”

“Wuv oo Ferdy Wurdy,” Cole shouted playfully in the background.

Ferdy could hear the grin in his voice. He smiled again and hung up.

Ferdy opened the door of his dorm room to find Calden standing there.

“Hey,” Ferdy said with a broad smile.

“Hey” Calden replied in his soft voice.

“Almost time.”

“Yeah, sorry I cut it close. They’re working on the front hall. It’s closed off, I had to go all the way around the block.”

“No problem. I’m just happy you made it.”

“Me too.”

“I was just on the phone to my dad.”

“Everything okay?”

“Yeah, better than okay. I’ll tell you about it later.”

Ferdy liked Calden the first second he met him at the centre; not in a sexual way; after all, they were both straight, but there was something deeply calming and attractive about the young man’s gentle personality and cerebral sense of humour.

They stayed in touch after leaving the centre, and gradually became closer as they learned to live with their mutual condition. That escalated to shared stim cycles, where they ensured that they were in each other’s company at the designated time. Calden switched his time slot to match Ferdy’s.

Cole once noticed Calden’s arrival just in time for a stim period, and asked, “Hey, are you two spanking it together?”

“Neither of us can get a boner, how would we do that?”

“Then are you freaking out together?”

Ferdy shrugged.

“What do you think?”

Cole grinned.

Ferdy stepped back to allow Calden into his single room. He glanced at the clock.

“Five minutes to go,” he said, undressing.

Calden looked down at Ferdy’s cock. It had taken its final form. An inch across, with an inch and a half of meat, and a further half inch of foreskin, cone-shaped and puckering to a point, protruding from a high but plump and soft sack. 

“You wanna use scented or unscented?” Calden asked, undressing as well.

“You choose.”

“Scented then.”

Ferdy lay on the beach towel that he’d spread on the bed with his knees raised and apart, and Calden pulled a bottle of scented oil from his backpack. It was masculine oil with the exotic hint of Sandalwood and Wild Mint.

“Shall I do you?” he asked.

“Of course!”

Like Calden’s, Ferdy’s genitals were tanned a darker shade than the rest of his groin thanks to their constant exposure. A pale sun-tan oval differentiated them from the skin of his belly and legs.

On his back, Ferdy’s soft scrotum looked like a collapsed parachute after landing. Calden poured oil into his hand and rubbed them together, then smeared it across Ferdy’s reduced genitals, rubbing his cupped palm forwards and back across his small pouch and prick.

“Mmmmm,” Ferdy moaned softly.

“Like it?” Calden asked.

“I always do, you know that. You always know just how to do it Cal.”

Calden smiled and pulled the foreskin back between his thumb and index finger, and gently massaged oil into Ferdy’s glans. Ferdy squirmed in pleasure at Calden’s touch. He couldn’t get an erection, but his penis still had all the same nerves, sending pleasure to his brain.

He grinned up at Calden.

“Ohhh you… You know that blows my mind!”

“Oh, does it?” Calden answered, with a playful smirk, as he continued to focus on Ferdy’s helmet.

“Y… yeah, whhhh, whhhh, whhhh,” Ferdy said, puffing breath noisily between his lips. “You know it does!”

Calden’s smirk grew into full smile. He moved on, and rubbed some of the oil onto Ferdy’s stomach and chest, pressing firmly, smearing it across all over, and turning Ferdy’s body slick, and shining.”

“Your stomach is so flat,” he observed.

“I wish I had better abs,” Ferdy answered.

“Are you still wrestling?”

“Yeah.”

“Guess they just take a while to grow then.”

Calden patted Ferdy’s belly. His palm made a moist noise against the oil.

“You’ll get there.”

Ferdy sat up, took the bottle and returned the favour. Calden’s genitals were considerably smaller. His floppy cock was this as a middle finger and shorter than the length from the middle knuckle joint to the finger-tip, but Ferdy said nothing. Size didn’t matter for what they were going to do, and he was just happy to spend time with his friend.

Calden’s belly was also leaner.

“Do you want me to suck you?” Calden asked.

“We haven’t got time. Let’s just enjoy squishing.”

Ferdy lay back and Calden lay on top of him. He spread his legs and wrapped them around Ferdy, smooshing their genitals together. They started kissing tenderly, grinding their groins together. There were no erections, but the sensations of touching down there was nevertheless intensely pleasurable adding to the emotional closeness.

Then their stimulators fired off. They immediately groaned with pleasure, and started writhing together, their oiled bellies slipping against each other, and their reduced genitals flopping and smooshing.

The doctors had guaranteed that their dicks were incapable of getting hard, yet they were aroused in a way that would never have been possible if their sexual capabilities had not been modified.
They both instantly felt as though they were orgasming, but not just any orgasm. The greatest orgasm, and it wasn’t just half a dozen squirts and done. The experience went on and on.

Before they were reduced, at best, they’ve have lasted 15 minutes, at most even 30, before they were spent, and then the glow and the closeness would have faded, and one or both of them would have passed into exhausted sleep. But there was no sleeping through this; they’d each tried it alone, and instead been forced into the waking, writhing, moaning, slow motion dance of a young man in the continuous throes of deepest sexual ecstasy, verging on delirium.

After four years of bi-weekly stimulation designed to keep them small and infertile, they had gradually learned to reserve some small measure of awareness and control. Not much; their simultaneous orgasms were still overwhelming. Neither of them could perform complex tasks during the stimulation, nor could they even talk, but they could writhe with purpose, sliding their oiled bodies together, grinding reduced dicks, peppering each other’s necks with kisses, burying their faces against each other’s necks. Ferdy occasionally licked Calden’s neck with almost animalistic fervour, sliding his broad, wet tongue across his lover’s beautiful, smooth skin, and groaning as he did so.

Calden buried his neck deeper, and wrapped his legs tighter around Ferdy’s, ensuring that their groins constantly rubbed against each other. Their genitals responded positively to touch, and they moaned with euphoria, as they converting their enforced ecstasy into a shared experience.

As they always did, each and every stim session, they felt as though they were experiencing the most intense orgasm ever, but it went on and on and on, uninterrupted by ejaculation or aching cocks. Ferdy wrapped his arms around Calden’s body, pulling them fiercely together, and the two of them squirmed together, their bodies and minds in an ecstatic, zero-gravity free fall that always lasted a full hour.

There was no talk, just a dance of sexual release. It was a gift that the government had unwittingly given them.

And when it was finally over, the two of them lay panting, exhausted drenched in sweat.

Calden was still on top, wrapped in Ferdy’s arms. He remained for five minutes, too exhausted to move. Then they rolled onto their sides, and with Calden’s upper leg over Ferdy’s thigh, their genitals still pressed together, they fell into a deep and contented sleep.

In another part of the town, candidate number 7, the blonde guy called Mads, also squirmed beneath his best friend…

Postscript

“Good evening, I’m Natalie Redwine.”

“And I’m James McDonald.”

“Our lead story tonight, Is the assault on Faux News anchor Sean Wyman. Sean was snatched off the streets of NewTex, and assaulted by members of the group calling themselves End Neuters.”

“Although there is no official statement, it is understood that Sean was fully emasculated, and dropped at a hospital near his home. Sean is just the latest in a surge of high-profile public figures to have had his genitals removed in this way. The current count is over 730. What more can you tell us about the story James?”

“Thank you, Natalie. Well as you know, this group has been growing in popularity over the year. Their objective is to repeal the Neuter program, which was introduced to prevent another global starvation event. The program which has successfully kept the global population below 100 billion for the past 200 years, was single-handedly responsible for preventing the extinction of mankind. It is believed that the group comprises mostly of blacks, trans people, and illegal immigrants, and the government has vowed to track them down and eradicate them before any more innocent people are mutilated.”

“That sounds incredibly selfish of them James. Do we have any idea how many members they have?”

“Yes, it is extremely selfish. Their membership is unknown, but these terrorists risk killing tens of billions of people simply because they are uncomfortable being neuters. They are literally putting the fate of the planet ahead of their ability to reproduce.”

“And is there any truth to their claims that the wealthy never fail the assessment, so the system is fundamentally unfair?”

“Look Natalie, income is one of the criteria in determining whether or not a male is allowed to breed, so of COURSE, the wealthy are more likely pass on that basis, but the group’s suggestion that this is simply a bias in favour of the wealthy is completely untrue.”

“Of course. I mean you’re not a trillionaire and you passed.”

“Exactly, that’s precisely what I mean.”

“Of course, you are a significant donor to the Party…”

“Yes, but I’m sure that has no influence whatsoever.”

“Or the fact that your father is friends with the President…”