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I woke up the following morning as sunlight streamed through the windows of Ben's bedroom. I could hear the surf outside. I looked around and saw that I was all alone in the room. Ben must have left before I woke up. I thought back to the night before and remembered what Ben had done to me- how he had rubbed my thing and how that had given me that incredible feeling. Ben had called it an ‘orgasm’. I wondered if I could do it to myself. I think it was what was called jacking off. I just had to find out.
I kicked the bed covers off and looked down at my thing. It was just a bit red and sore from the rubbing last night. Well no matter, it could take a bit more. Lying on my back I started to handle it and soon it was a stiff little spike pointed up at my chin. “Okay Sander,” I thought to myself, “It's now or never. Let's take this baby out for a spin and see what it will do.” I started stroking up and down. Soon my heart was pounding with excitement and I was gasping for air. I closed my eyes to concentrate on how I was feeling. It was the same great feeling Ben had given me the night before, but this time I was doing it all my myself and it was easy. For the first time in my life I knew what it meant to have a dick. I couldn't believe it was just there for the beating anytime I felt like it! The orgasm washed over me and I had never felt so good in all my life. I never knew such a thing was possible. Why hadn't someone told me about this before? The feeling of pure joy was so powerful that I flopped about on the bed out of control. For a bit I couldn’t even control my own body and I didn't even care. Slowly I came back down to Earth and opened my eyes. I saw that my dad was standing there in the door way watching me. "Dad how long have you been there?" I asked. "Long enough," He answered. "Are you mad?" I asked, afraid since he caught me doing something bad. "Oh Sander," he said. "How could I be mad at you? It's something all boys do. There is nothing wrong with enjoying your body." I was so relieved that I wasn't in trouble and I was so glad to see my dad that I stood up on the bed and jumped into his arms. I had my legs wrapped around his mid section and my arms around his shoulder. He placed one of his arms under my butt to support me and with the other arm he rubbed my back. "I love you dad," I said and I kissed him. He said, "I love you too son," and kissed me back. "Dad, take me home," I said. "Coming here was a mistake." "A mistake?" Dad asked. "Sander haven't you looked around? This place is beautiful. There is swimming, sports and lots of other children for you to play with. Hasn't everyone you’ve met here been happy? It's like an expensive vacation that lasts all year long. Why would you want to leave?" "Dad you don't know what's going on. Ben wants to....." I couldn’t bring my self to say the words. "Are you trying to say that Ben wants to nullify your genitals?" Dad asked. I nodded yes, afraid that I might lose control and cry. "I know it's not an easy thing for a boy, but it won't be too bad," Dad said. "Look around Sander and you’ll see that it's been done to lots of the children here and they are happy. Believe me, many of boys your age, both slave and free, are castrated or nullified for a number of reasons. Sometimes it's done for medical reasons. Sometimes it's done so they can keep singing. Sometimes it's for birth control. Sometimes it's done to calm a boy down. "Nullification is nothing to be ashamed of. And when I am able to bring you home, none of your friends will even have to know if you don't want to tell them. We can just say that you were away visiting a relative or at a boarding school, or anything you want to tell them." "Dad, you just don't get it!" I said, almost yelling. "Ben wants to take my boy parts! When he is done, I wouldn't be a boy anymore. I wouldn't be a girl either. I wouldn't really be anything!" What I didn't say was that I couldn't stand to lose my dick now, just when I was learning how to use it. I mean, I’d just jacked off for the first time ever, and I wanted to be able to keep doing it! "What about your friend Chris?" Dad asked. "Do you think he isn't anything? He's been nullified and he doesn't mind it at all. He likes it, and so will you once you give it a chance." "Dad, who do you love?" I asked. "Do you love Chris or do you love me? Who do you love more?" "Sander, what sort of question is that?" Dad said looking hurt. "You are my son and always will be. I love you more than anything or anyone and I always will." "Then why were you doing that stuff to Chris last night?" I asked. "I saw you licking Chris between his legs. Ben said you were showing Chris how much you loved him." "Sander, that's Chris' job," Dad said. "Chris has been trained to make men happy. It's a very important job and he does it extremely well. Men come here tired and stressed out from their work and families. Because of people like Chris, those men are able to return home happy and relaxed. What could be more important than making people happy?" "Dad, just take me home, okay? I want to keep my dick. It belongs to me and I want to keep it." "Sander, I can't. You are a slave now. You belong to Ben. Your dick belongs to Ben and if he decides to take it, he can. There is not a thing we can do to stop him. Ben is your master and he needs you here. You have to learn how to follow his orders." Just then Ben appeared at the door holding a tray with food on it, "Sander," he said, "Don't be upset. We can still be friends. Look, I've brought you breakfast in bed and it's all your favorites. Waffles with cherry syrup, bacon, fruit and milk. I asked your dad what your favorite foods are and he told me." "Take it away," I said glumly. "I'm not hungry." Ben put down the tray, opened his arms and said, "Jimmy, please let me hold Sander for a bit." It seemed odd for a master to ask if he could "please" hold his own slave. Dad handed me over to him and Ben held me tenderly. "Jimmy, could you leave me and Sander alone for just a bit? Thank you." Dad left and I was all alone being held in Ben's arms. "Sander,” Ben said, “I have been trying to get your dad to sell you to me since you were only 8. But your dad won't let you go. He wouldn't let me have you. He said he loved you too much. But one of your dad's customers has gone bankrupt and can't pay your dad what he owes him. Your dad had no choice but to sell you. Believe me, this is just as hard for him as it is for you. If you want to help your dad, you'll accept what is happening. The way you are acting now, you are just making this worse for your dad. No, I have called for your friend Chris to come. He'll take you for a walk along the beach, or anywhere else on the island that you'd like to go. In a bit you'll feel better." "I'm afraid to go out where people can see me," I said. "Why are you afraid?" Ben asked. "I'm afraid because you put a green collar on me. When the clients see that they'll try to fuck me and I'm afraid it will hurt." Ben carried me over to a mirror. "Look at that collar more closely Sander," he said. I looked at my collar in the mirror and saw that it was green but with small gold strips on it. "Those gold strips mean that you are a slave in training," Ben said. "No one will try to fuck you when they see the gold strips. They know that you're not yet ready to be mounted. I'll see to it that you are given the best training and only when you are ready will I let a client fuck you. And do you know what? You're going to enjoy it." “Promise?” I asked, not sure I believed him. Ben nodded. “You don’t want to know what I’d do to a customer of mine, if he fucked you, or any other green/gold collar boy,” Ben said ominously. "Will I still be able to have orgasms after I'm a Nullo?" I asked. "Yes Sander, you will," Ben said. "How?" I asked. "It will be from the other end when a man mounts you. It won't feel exactly the same, but it will be an orgasm none the less. Now here is Chris to take you for that walk on the beach. When you get back, you'll be feeling better and you might even be hungry," Ben said. "Sander, I have been told that for lunch you like pizza with little cut up hotdogs and mushrooms on top. I have also been told that you like to eat it with a root beer float and BBQ flavored potato chips. Is that right?" I nodded yes. For a slave owner Ben sure was trying to be nice. "Then I'll have it waiting here for you when you get back. How does that sound?" He said as he set me down on my feet and gave me a playful little smack on my little naked bottom which now belonged to him and not me. As Chris and I walked along the beach for a mile or so. We then went into the surf to get wet and splash around a bit. I was starting to feel a bit better. Maybe things weren't really so bad. If I had to be a slave this was sure a great place to be one. After getting out of the water we streched out on the warm sand to sun ourselves. We were on our backs and I couldn't help but glance down at Chris' empty crotch. "Chris," I asked, "when your parents sold you to Ben did you know that he was going to nullify you?" "No, I didn't," Chris said. "And it was good that I didn't. If I did, I might not have gone through with it." "Did your parents know that you were going to be cut?" I asked. "I think my dad might have suspected, but my mom had no idea. She took it pretty hard." "Really, how did she find out about it?" I wanted to know. "Well after Ben nullified me and after I healed, I didn't want anyone to see me," Chris said. "I just spent a lot of time standing in front of a full length mirror. You know, just sort of getting used to my new look. After a while, I'd go out where people could see me, but only if other Nullos were around. I didn't want to be the only one. You sort of get used to it one step at a time. After I had been here a few months, I was cool with the whole thing and I wouldn't mind if I was the only Nullo around. But then something happened and it sort of sent me back to the starting point." "What happened?" I asked Chris. "Sander, I don't really want to talk about it," he said. I could see it was painful for him. "Chris we are friends. Please tell me." I just had to know. Chris started slowly, "It was my 11th birthday. I was sitting at a table playing a game of chess when I looked up and who should I see? My parents. They had flown out to the island just to wish me a happy birthday. I hadn't seen them since my sale and I was thrilled that they were there. They were happy to see me as well. 'Chris, your father and I have missed you so much,' my mom said. 'It's so wonderful to see you and see that you are doing so well. Let's go somewhere where the three of us can be alone and talk' she said." "Then what happened?" I asked. "I was sort of slow to get up," Chris said. "You see the table I was sitting at was covering me and I didn't know if they had been told yet. You know, I didn't know if Ben had told them that he had desexed me. Mom saw that I was slow to get up and so she said, ‘Chris, sweety don't worry about a thing. We know that nudity is the custom for boys on this island and it's not like your father and I haven’t seen you naked before. In fact, since this is your birthday, it makes perfect sense that you are in your birthday suit.'” "So I moved my chair away from the table, stood up, and then ran around the table to hug and kiss them both. But when they saw me, their faces lost all color. Ben hadn't told them that he had neutered me. They didn't know. There I was standing naked in front of my own parents and they saw my boy parts were gone. They saw that their son was a Nullo." "What happened next?" I asked. "Well you know, they tried to act like it was no big deal and they didn't mind that I was now a eunuch, but I could see that it freaked them out. Later over dinner my mom said to me, 'Chris, Ben tells us that there are private schools for boys who were once slaves and have lost parts. When you come home you could go to one of those schools. The money for a private school is no problem at all.' I said, ‘But Mom, why should I go to a private school? I want to go back to my old school. That's where all my friends are.’ So my mom said, 'But Chris you wouldn’t want to have to shower during gym with the other boys. Not now that.... Well not now.' And I said, ‘Why wouldn't I want to shower with them? I have done that before. You don't think that there’s anything wrong with me do you?’ And she was all like, 'Well of course not, Chris. There is nothing wrong with you at all!'" Chris was silent for a while as we walked along the beach. The he said. "Sander, there are two different sorts of naked. One sort of naked is when you don't have any clothes on when everyone else is dressed. The other sort of naked is when you don't have genitals when everyone else around you does." "Are you really going back to your old school?" I asked. "Are you really going to shower with boys?" "Yes," Chris said. "Don't you see Sander, I have to. If I didn't it would be like admitting that I don't like what I am." [TO BE CONTINUED] P.S. Dear Friends Please keep the e-mails comming. It's the only payment I get for writting these stories. Timothy |