Part thirteen starts up where part twelve ends. If you have not read the previous parts, you should.

I entered our room. Chris was there and he seemed real upset. I said, "What's wrong Chris?"

He replied, "I just got an email from my old roommate Peter. Before he left the island, we both decided that when we went home we would go back to our old schools and our old friends. Peter got home about eight weeks ago. His parents didn't want him to have anything to do with the island so they restricted his email and phone access so that he couldn't contact anyone on the island, even me, until now.

"He tried going back to his old school. It was awful. None of his old friends would have anything to do with him and he couldn't make any new ones. Everybody stared and pointed at him, especially in the showers. He was teased and bullied all the time. He thought at first that after a while people would get used to it but it kept getting worse and worse. After about four weeks he asked his parents to let him get another contract, if he could, or go to the boarding school for former slaves but they refused.

"A few days ago one of the bigger boys raped him in the showers while all the other boys watched and many of them laughed. The school wouldn't do anything and when the police found out that he was a nullo former slave, they wouldn't do anything either. Because of the rape, his parents finally agreed to let him go to the special school. Now Peter and I wish that he had taken another contract when Ben offered him one."

I said, "What happened to Peter is just awful. The boy who raped him should be nullified and the boys who watched and didn't do anything to stop it should get detention for a year.

"Are you still planning to go back to your old school?"

"I don't know. Maybe it would be better for me to stay here as long as I can and then go to the boarding school," Chris answered sadly. I didn't know what to say so I just hugged him for a long time.

The next morning after we showered together my collar said, "Slave Sander, report to the infirmary at nine a.m."

"Why do they want me to see the doctor? I'm not sick. At least I don't feel sick." I asked Matti.

He said, "They probably just want to do some tests." I noticed that Matti looked a little worried so I was worried too.

When I asked Dr. James what was wrong he said, "You just have a slight bladder infection. Boys without penises are much more likely to get them than boys with penises."

"Is that because our ureathras are so much shorter?"

He smiled and said, "Yes it is." He seemed surprised that I knew about the shorter ureathras.

"How did the island computer know I have a bladder infection?" I asked.

"Your toilet monitors your urine and feces for signs of disease. With the toilet monitors, we catch things very early before they become serious. When I worked on a different island, they didn't use the monitor toilets and I didn't know about the infections until the boys came in with symptoms. The infections were much more advanced and harder to treat. I had one boy who ignored his symptoms for several days and he got a kidney infection. We almost had to remove one of his kidneys," Dr. James replied.

"I bet it knew it was me because of my collar."

Dr. James said, "That's right. Now I see why Ben and Matti are always talking about how intelligent you are."

I felt myself blushing and I said, "Chris is smart too."

Dr. James said, "Chris is smarter than average but he is not as smart as you are."

To change the subject, I said, "What is the treatment for my bladder infection?"

"I will give you some oral antibiotics and I will implant some antibiotic beads in the wall of your bladder with this." He held up a long worm like thing all sealed up in plastic.

"Will it hurt?" I asked anxiously.

"It shouldn't. I have had this done to me a few times and it never hurt."

While he was getting me ready for the procedure, he said, "Is there anything you want to talk about? You look a little sad." I told him about what happened to Peter and asked him if that is what usually happened.

Dr. James said, "That is what almost always happens."

I asked, "What if the nullo keeps it a secret?"

"That usually doesn't work well either. Keeping a big secret like that is bad for people emotionally so they usually tell someone and soon everyone knows.

"If they try to keep it a secret, they can't play sports, swim or take P.E. because of the showers. Then they have people asking them why they don't do any of those things. Even if the nullo doesn't tell anyone people often find out because someone hits or grabs them in the crotch, or the padding in their underpants doesn't look right and someone pulls their pants down. I think it is much better for nullos to live with other nullos here on the island or at one of the boarding schools until they are adults."

I remembered that before I came to the island sometimes other boys would grab my crotch. It had happened quite a few times and a couple of times I had done it to other boys.

After I got back from my appointment, I told Chris what Dr. James said and we asked several other nullo former slaves. They all said the same thing.

I was alone in our room when Ben called on the room's video phone. He said, "Would you like to spend a week with Jacob and his friends at a cabin in Alaska?"

I said, "I don't know. What's it like there? Is it nice?"

The screen changed to Jacob's face and he said, "It's really nice. I know you like hiking and there are several nice trails." He showed me pictures of the trails and they were beautiful. Then he said, "There are also some Indian villages, archaeological sites and even a cave to explore"

I said, "I'd love to go. When will it be?"

Ben said, "It won't be for four weeks because you are booked up so much."

I said, "I can't wait."

Ben said, "I will disconnect you and then Jacob and I will work out the details."

About half an hour after I agreed to the trip I thought, "What if I have to pee while I am hiking? How will I do it?" I remembered Chris saying that he would have to squat to pee so I decided to practice squatting to pee in the shower. I held my legs close together like I would if I had my pants pulled down, squatted down as far as I could without falling down, and when I peed, it ran down my left leg.

After several more experiments I decided that if I had to pee in the bushes while hiking, I would have to take my pants and underpants completely off. I thought about asking Ben to cancel the trip but I knew it was probably too late and I didn't want to disappoint Ben and Jacob so I didn't try to cancel. I decided that I would go on the trip and try very hard not to have to pee while hiking.

I had an appointment with Jacob before we went to the cabin. After we had sex, Jacob called me over to the room's computer and said, "We need to pick out some clothes for you to wear while you are in Alaska." After we picked out the regular clothes, Jacob pulled up a page of swimsuits.

When I saw the little bulges in the model's suits, I said, "I don't need a swimsuit."

Jacob said, "You are worried that people will be able to tell you are a nullo if you are wearing swim trunks, aren't you?" I nodded and he continued, "You don't have to worry. Those models are nullos. Their suits have padding in the front." Then he showed me a video of one of the nullos putting a suit on. I was relieved and we picked out two swimsuits.

Then Jacob said, "Now we need to go downstairs and get you measured for your new clothes."

I said, "We don't have to do that, I know what my sizes are."

Jacob said, "Yes we do. I am getting you custom-made clothes and shoes. They don't cost that much more and they will look better on you and be more comfortable." I expected to have a robot measure me with a tape measure but the shop used a laser scanner for the clothes and I stepped into a soft gel stuff for the shoes.

When I it was time to leave for the cabin, Amy took me aboard the flyer. She knelt down, took my collar off and said, "You won't be needing this until you get back. Jacob is here to keep you company on the flight." She got off the flyer and it took off.

Jacob and I talked for a while then he gave me some pear wine and said, "Let's have sex."

I said, "Where's my costume?"

Jacob said, "You are going to be dressed for the next week so I want you naked this time."

I said, "I didn't think of that. Will I be able to go naked inside the cabin?"

Jacob said, "Of course, but you can't come to the door naked and you are not to tell anyone you are a nullo or a slave."

"What about the windows? Will I have to keep the drapes closed?" I asked.

"No. The cabin has privacy windows. We can see out but nobody can see in." Jacob answered.

After the sex we took a shower together and then Jacob gave me a bag and said, "We are almost there. We should get dressed. Here are your clothes for today. There are more in the cabin."

I looked the clothes over and then said, "Are these girls' underpants?" I was kinda upset.

Jacob said, "No, those are Nullo Boy's. Look at the text on the bottom. They don't put it on the waistband because sometimes the waistband shows above a boy's pants and it is important that people not know you are a nullo."

I looked and they did say "Nullo Boy's." Jacob continued, "They don't have a pouch or opening you don't need and they are silk because I know how sensitive your nullo place is after being naked all the time for months. I can buy you some regular boy's briefs if you want me to."

I thought about it for a few seconds and then said, "It does make me a little sad when I wear regular underpants and I see the empty pouch so I will try these."

Jacob said, "That's good but I will buy you a package of the regular kind so that you can try them both and see which ones you like best." After the regular boy's underpants were delivered, I tried them and I did like the Nullo Boy's better.

I had a real good time at the cabin. I especially liked exploring the cave 'cause I had never done it before.

On the last day, Jacob and I were hiking back to the cabin. The other guys had gone back to the city to work on a project. I had been needing to pee for quite a while. When we were about half a mile from the cabin, I just couldn't wait any longer so I went into the bushes to pee.

I found a place where I couldn't see anyone and I thought nobody could see me. I took off my shoes, pants and underpants and then I noticed that the wind was blowing my shirt around so I took it off too so that it wouldn't blow between my legs and get pee on it.

Just after I started to pee, I heard a young boy's voice say, "What is that?"

Another boy said, "It's a girl."

Yet another boy said, "It's not a girl. A girl has a slot in front. It's a nullo."

"What's a nullo?" someone asked.

"It's a boy whose dick and balls have been cut off."

"Why in the world would someone do that to a boy?" asked a boy in a very high squeaky voice.

"There was a boy in my school who raped a little girl and his stuff was cut off. I saw him in the showers. This guy probably raped a little girl or boy and they cut his stuff off."

Another boy said, "No. He's probably just a sissy who cut his own dick and balls off so that he would look more like a girl." Several boys started laughing.

When I heard the boys, I thought about running away but they had already seen what I didn't have and I really needed to pee so I just finished as fast as I could, dried off my pee hole, got dressed and ran back to the cabin as fast as I could. The boys were still saying cruel things and laughing when I got too far away to hear them. Jacob couldn't keep with me up. I guess he was out of shape.

When I got to the cabin I went straight to my room and laid down on my bed. A few minutes later I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I said, "Come in Jacob." I told him what happened and we talked for a while and then he left to work in his room.

Talking to Jacob had made me feel better. I called Matti and Chris and talking to them made me feel even better.

I decided not to let the "pee incident" as Jacob called it, spoil my last afternoon at the cabin so I made myself a root beer float and went out on the porch to drink it. While I was sitting there, a little boy came up to me and said, "You're the boy who is all smooth down here aren't you?" He touched his crotch I got up to go inside and he said, "Please don't go. I think you look really good all smooth." I looked at him again and saw that he had a little boner in his walking shorts. I decided to see what he wanted so I sat back down and motioned for him to sit down in the next chair.

He sat down and said, "Where you born that way?"

I answered, "No. A man named Ben did it."

He asked "It wasn't 'cause you raped someone was it?"

I just said, "No," without explaining why I was nullified.

He said, "I suppose Ben charges a lot of money to cut a boy's junk off."

I said, "No. Ben likes doing it so much he will pay to cut off a boy's stuff."

"You mean I can get my junk cut off and get money too? How much does he pay?" he asked excitedly.

"I think it's a few thousand credits, but do you think your parents would let you get your dick and balls cut off even if they got some money?"

His face fell and he said, "My parents really need the money but you're right. They probably wouldn't let me do it."

I took a good look at him. He was a good-looking boy. He had intense blue eyes, very thick golden-blond hair with bangs and his complexion was very good. Since he was wearing walking shorts and a tank top I could see that he was slender with a little muscle, just the type that Ben preferred.

I said, "You really want this don't you?" He nodded so I continued, "I think there is a way you can get your stuff cut off and get a lot of money for you and your parents. Would you like that?"

He smiled and said, "I sure would. What would I have to do?"

I said, "When you are eight years old, You can go to work for Ben for one or two years and he would cut your stuff off right away."

He said, "I turned eight three weeks ago. But won't he have to get my parent's permission to cut off my junk?"

I replied, "No, and he won't tell them that he is going to do it unless they ask. They won't know anything about it until after it is done and they won't even know you knew about it unless you tell them about it."

He smiled even wider and said, "That's great. How much does he pay and what kind of work would I be doing?"

I said, "At least 400,000 credits per year, half for you and half for your parents. Your work would be to have sex with men."

"But how can I have sex with them if I don't have a dick?" He asked.

"The men mount you. That means they stick their dicks up your butt and push them back and forth." I answered.

He said, "I like to stick my fingers up my butt when I am in the bathtub so I should like having dicks up there too. Do you like it when men stick their dicks up your butt?"

"Yes. I do. Let's go into my room and I will give you one of Ben's cards." When I gave him the card, I said, "Tell Ben that Sander said for you to call him."

He said, "Your name is Sander like the power tool?"

I said, "Yes, like the power tool."

He said, "My name is Lance like the weapon."

I said, "It's nice to meet you, Lance like the weapon." We shook hands and I noticed that the whole time he was staring at my crotch so I said, "Would you like to see my nullo place again?"

He said, "Nullo place? Oh, that must be the place where your junk used to be. Yes. I would love to see it closeup."

I said, "Ok. I will take off my clothes but you have to take off your clothes too."

He said, "I have a boner. Is that a problem?"

I said, "No problem." I didn't tell him that I had noticed it.

After we were naked, I said, "Would you like to touch it?"

"I sure would," he replied.

I said, "Ok, but you have to let me touch your dick."

We both laid down on the bed and he started touching and then stroking me. I did the same to him. He got real turned on and stopped stroking me. I think he was too distracted. I noticed that he was only touching the bed with his heels and his head. Then he made a funny sound and I realized that he was having an orgasm.

After he recovered, he said, "What the heck was that?"

I replied, "That was an orgasm."

He said, "That was great. I will miss that after Ben cuts off my junk."

I said, "You still want to be snipped when you know what you'll miss?"

He said, "Yes, I do. I just gotta be smooth like you. You are so beautiful that way. Do you miss those orgasps things much?"

I said, "I still have orgasms. I have them when men mount me and sometimes when they lick or stroke me."

He said, "Do you think I'll have orgasms when men mount me or stroke me?" (This time he got the pronunciation correct.)

"Probably, but you might not." I replied.

A few days after I got back from Alaska, I met the flier and Lance got off. He was naked except for a green collar with gold stripes. He had a boner again. He said, "Hi Sander. This is my little brother Larry." I noticed another naked boy behind Lance that looked just like him. He also had a training collar on.

Larry said, "Hey Doofus, you're only 14 minutes older than me." Then his eyes got real wide and he got a woody. I realized that he had seen my smooth crotch. He exclaimed, "What the hell happened to you?"

I said, "Ben cut off my dick and balls after he bought me. He does it to almost all his slaves. Didn't Lance tell you?"

Larry gave Lance a real angry look and exclaimed, "You knew this and you didn't tell me!"

Lance said, "Relax Goofus, I made a deal with Ben. He won't cut off your junk until you agree to it."

Larry said, "Whew. That's a relief. So we get to keep our goodies?"

Lance replied, "You get to keep your junk. Ben is gonna cut mine off at the ceremony tonight. I can hardly wait. I'm probably gonna have a boner all the time 'til then."

Larry said, "Are you crazy? You can't let him cut off your stuff. I'm gonna call Mom and Dad. They'll put a stop to this."

Lance said, "You can call them but there is nothing they can do. The contracts are signed and now Ben has the right to cut off my junk."

Larry asked, "Is that true?"

Ben and Amy had just come out of the flyer and they both said it was true. I said it was true too.

Larry said, "Well I guess I can't stop you from getting your stuff cut off but I am NEVER going to agree to have mine removed."

Lance said, "I bet you five credits that you will. Look at Sander. Doesn't he look great all smooth that way?"

Larry looked at me and said, "He does look kinda good but I am never going to let Ben cut off my dick and balls so I will take your bet."

Later that night I ran into Larry and he said, "Lance is having his stuff cut off right now. He wanted me to watch but I refused. Have you ever watched a boy being pruned?" I explained what happened to me when I watched a ceremony and he said, "I'm real glad I didn't watch. That Ben must be a real bad man to want to cut off boy's goodies."

I replied, "Actually he's a real good guy. He just likes to desex boys."

About three months later I met Lance and he said happily, "Guess what?"

I said, "You were kidnaped by aliens."

He said, "No. It's something real and it's good."

I guessed, "Your team won the soccer tournament."

He said, "No." After a few more wrong guesses I gave up and he said, "Larry finally agreed to have his junk cut off."

"Why did he do that?" I asked.

"We both like it so much here that we went to Ben and asked him if we could get new contracts when the ones we have now are over. He said that he could give me a new contract but not Lance 'cause he wasn't popular enough. He also said that a lot of the clients asked him to nullify Larry and that if Larry agreed to be snipped he'd get a big bonus and a new contract when I got one. Larry agreed and later he told me that he was tired of getting boners all the time and he wanted to look like the other kids on the island."

I saw a slave that I hadn't seen since before he was snipped. I wondered where he had been so I said, "Hey Stephen, It's been a long time. Where have you been?"

He looked real embarrassed and said, "I was on a different Island."

I remembered that he had stayed in the infirmary for more than a week after he was cut and then he disappeared. I realized what had happened so I said, "If you had to wear a diaper for a while after you were snipped, you shouldn't be embarrassed. It wasn't your fault. It was 'cause your dick was cut off. It happened to me too. I had to wear a diaper for four days." This was the first time I had told anyone about my pee problem.

Stephen looked relieved and said, "That's what happened. You're lucky you only had to wear a diaper for four days. I had to wear one for five weeks and two days. There are nullos on the other island that have been wearing them for years. I thought it was bad to have to go naked all the time but wearing a diaper all the time is much worse. At least I was on an island where all the slaves were in diapers."

I said, "You're right. I was lucky. I'm glad you're back here. I hope the other island was nice and you had nice clients."

"The island was ok but there wasn't as much to do there as there's here. The clients were nice but they wanted me to do some strange things. Most of them had me suck on a pacifier or drink out of a baby bottle, or both. There were even a few who wanted me to poop in my diaper so that they could clean and change me but I never did 'cause Ben said that I didn't have to. No matter how big a bonus they offered me, I didn't do it."

I said, "That's disgusting. I wouldn't have done it either." Then I asked, "What activity did you miss the most?"

"Horseback riding."

I said, "Do you want to go horseback riding now?"

"I would love that. It's better to do it with a friend and you're a good friend. Talking to you made me feel a lot better about my diaper problem." I felt myself blush but he didn't say anything about it.

(To be continued.)

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