Chris introduced me to his friends. Some had just their balls removed and could still pee while standing like a boy. Others had their cocks taken but still had balls. I thought they were sort of funny looking. If you didn't have a cock, what good did balls do you? They'd just be something to worry about when playing soccer.

Many were full nullos, like Chris. But some were complete boys like me. The funny thing was the nullos seemed just as happy as any kids I had ever met. I asked Chris why the nullos seem not to mind being desexed.

"Well think about it," Chris replied. "If you've been cut like me, you come to realize that it's not so bad. In a way being nullified sets you free."

"Sets you free from what?" I asked.

"Set's you free from your dick," Chris replied. “You don't have to worry about it controlling you when you get older. You want to know who I really feel sorry for?" he asked. "I feel sorry for the boys."

“You feel sorry for boys?" I asked, thinking he had gone nuts. "Why would you feel sorry for them?"

"Well think about it, Sander," he said. "They know that unless they are bought by some rich guy who likes complete boys they will soon be cut. Kids fear the unknown, everyone fears the unknown.  They think it will hurt. It doesn't, but they don't really believe it. Most of the boys go to sleep each night afraid that the next day will be their last as a boy. After they have been done, they don't have anything to worry about. They can just enjoy themselves after castration."

"Chris," I asked. "How long were you a slave before they.... Well you know."

"Before they castrated me?"

"Yes."

"Ben did me only a few days after he bought me and I'm glad I didn't have to wait.  It's best to get the cutting over with so you can start your new life," Chris said.

"Did Ben make you a full nullo all at once or did it take only part at a time?" I asked.

"He did me all at once," Chris explained.  "And once again I think that's the best way.  Get it over with fast.   Some owner think it's best to leave the penis until latter.  Others think the balls should be taken last taken after the penis is gone."  Then Chris got sort of thoughtful.  He said,  "You see Sander the thing is when they do you people watch.  Slave owners, slaves, clients and even sometimes free boys like you watch the cutting.  They watch you being cut.  They want to see if being castrated gives you a stiffy, or if you cry, or if you beg to be left a boy.  If you cry or beg people think you are a baby and not fit to me a man.  If your thing gets hard they think that, well you know, castration turns you on.  Almost everyone crys or begs or gets hard or something so you know it's best just to have it all done at once and be done with it."

I didn't ask if Chris cryed or not.  I didn't really want to know.  Soon Ben and my dad came to find us and take us to Ben's place for the evening. I was sort of sorry to leave the other kids. I wanted to spend more time with them and find out if what Chris was saying was true, although I could see no reason for him to lie.

Ben "gave" Chris to my dad for the night. I know that sounds really weird but I was told it's what slave owners do. They might lend a slave to a friend for a night or even a few days. It was clear that dad liked Chris so Ben said, "Jimmy, you can have Chris for the night. I know you'll really enjoy him. In fact you should let Sander watch. It would be educational."

Dad said, "Do you think it would be a good idea to have him watch? I don't think he'd understand and it might scare him."

"Don't worry about that Jimmy," Ben said. "I'll sit with Sander and answer all of his questions as they come up. I really think it's time the boy learns the facts of life."

I didn't really know what they were talking about but I wanted to find out. At first all dad did to Chris was study his body and start to massage him. Chris leaned back, closed his eyes and all but purred with pleasure. I could see that Chris loved it. If he had any embarrassment about being naked and a nullo he sure didn't show it.

As for my dad, well he was clearly having the time of his life. Carefully and gently dad examined every part of Chris' young body. Strangely enough I started to feel jealous. I was jealous of Chris. My dad had never paid much attention to me. There were times when I had been so starved for love that I had stepped out of the shower and then out off the bathroom naked in front of my dad just to see how he would react. He was interested, I could see that, but he always held back. Now here he was looking at Chris like Chris was the most beautiful boy in the world. Well what about me? Wasn't I beautiful? Didn't I count?

Then dad pulled his shirt off and I was proud of him. Dad always watched his weight and worked out. His muscles rippled under his skin. He looked great. Then dad placed Chris on his back and spread Chris' knees wide apart exposing his empty crotch. Dad leaned down and started to kiss and lick Chris there. Chris really went wild with pleasure. I could tell he loved what my dad was doing to him. But how could he? He didn't have anything down there.

"What's happening to Chris?" I whispered to Ben. "He acts like he loves it but how can he after being neutered?"

"Your dad is just showing Chris how much he loves him," Ben explained also in a whisper. Ben then lifted me into his lap and although I was naked I didn't resist. What I saw was both confusing and exciting. But it was also sort of scary. I liked being held by Ben. It made me feel protected which I guess was pretty strange when you consider that it was Ben who desexed Chris.

Then Dad stood up and removed his pants. I was shocked. I had seen my dad naked before but never stiff. His thing was huge. It must have been eight inches long and the end was wet with some sort of liquid.

"Will my thing grow that big if . . . ? Well if you don't cut it off?" I asked Ben.

"Probably," he replied. I found the thought fascinating but also sort of unsettling. I wasn't so sure that I wanted to spend the rest of my life walking around with something that big between my legs. What if it got stiff when I didn't want it to?

Without being told Chris knelt at my dad's feet and started to hungrily lick my dad’s cock all the way from the wet tip to the base. Dad closed his eyes and savored the moment. "Why's Chris doing that?" I asked Ben.

Ben replied. "Chris knows that your dad will soon mount him. He needs to get your dad's cock wet so it will be slippery and won't hurt too much when it goes in."

"You mean dad is going to put it in Chris' butt?" I asked in shock.

"Yes, Sander," Ben replied. "That is the way a man makes love to a nullo. It's been that way since the dawn of history."

"But dad can't!" I said. "It's way too big. He'll hurt Chris. He'll hurt him bad!"

"Don't worry, Sander, Your friend will not be hurt. Not badly anyway. Chris has been trained?"

"Trained?" I asked. "What does that mean?"

"It's sort of like when a young horse is saddle broken," Ben explained. "Once the horse has been mounted by a rider he realizes that control of his body has been taken away and his pain is someone else’s pleasure. When that happens, he will try with all his might to throw the rider. The rider doesn't want to hurt the horse any more than he has to. But some pain is a good thing because it teaches the horse who his master is. The horse will be much happier when he learns this and comes to accept his place in life. You see, little Sander, it is no different for a slave boy or nullo. Chris has been trained; he knows what to do. Chris knows how to make your father feel very good."

Chris started to play with my dad’s balls as he continued to lick his dick. As he did so I looked at my dad's balls. It was odd really, my life had started in those balls and now my dad wanted to sell me so he could afford to mount kids like Chris. Kids like I might be some day very soon. My dad said to Chris, "Ben was right about you my little eunuch. You just can't get enough. You love it you little slut."

Chris pulled his mouth away from my dad’s thing just long enough to gasp, "Yes master. How would you like to enjoy me? On my back, or on my tummy?"

Dad lay down on his back with his thing sticking up in the air, "Climb aboard, my little one," He ordered Chris. Facing my dad, Chris stood over him and then slowly lowered himself down. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Dad was so much bigger than Chris. Dad's thing was huge. I thought for sure it would split Chris in two. But it didn't. Chris lowered himself down onto my dad's dick. It was almost like some magician's trick. I couldn't believe that anything so big could fit up Chris' rear end. Chris looked like he was feeling some pain but the little eunuch was as brave as an eagle scout!

It was terrifying and yet as I watched my own thing had become as hard as a rock. Ben noticed too and very gently he started to play with it and my balls too. It felt good. In fact, it felt great! Even though I knew Ben wanted to neuter me, I couldn't help but love having him handle my thing.

Chris was sitting astride my dad, his legs folded on either side of dad's hips. They were looking at each other like lovers, which come to think of it they were. Dad was running his hands over Chris' legs, back and tummy. Everywhere really. If Chris was ticklish, he didn't show it. Then dad started to finger Chris' empty crotch. As if by some sort of signal Chris started to move up and down on the shaft of dad's cock. It drove both of them wild.

As this was happening, Ben was very gently stroking my stiffy. I loved the way it felt. I loved the way it made me feel. It was like there was this incredibly good feeling inside my dick and that good feeling started to move outward from my thing to every part of my body. Then something happened; I don't really know what. I felt better than ever but my body started to thrash about like I had no control over it. Next, well I don't really know what happened next. I think I fainted although that had never happened to me before.

Next thing I remember was waking up in Ben's arms. He was carrying me through a doorway into his room, "Ben," I asked, "what happened to me?"

"Something wonderful, Sander," he replied. "I gave you an orgasm. But it was a bit much for you to handle and you passed out for a few moments." He said rubbing my back and then kissing me on the cheek.

"My dad and Chris, where are they," I asked.

"Don't worry about them Sander. They are very happy. They will spend the night together and you can stay here with me, if that's what you'd like."

Slowly, I lifted my head from his shoulder and looked around. Ben's room was also lit by candlelight alone. It had a soft dreamy look. I thought that Ben was going to put me down on his bed. But he didn't. Instead he placed me on the seat at his desk. On the desk before me was my contract, the contract that would sell me to him as his slave. I saw that Ben and my dad had already signed it. Ben handed me a pen and said, "Sander, I know how much you love your father." I nodded yes. I did love my dad. In spite of everything, I loved him as much as any son could love his dad.

"Well, Sander," Ben continued, "your dad works very hard and for not much money. But you can do something to help him right now. You can sign this contract. Do that and he'll be rich." Ben handed me a pen.

With my hand shaking I picked up the pen and signed the contract. As I did so I wasn't even aware that Ben was removing the red collar from my neck and replacing it with another collar, a green collar. I was his slave. He owned me.

[TO BE CONTINUED]

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