Chapter 1: The Talent Scout

Meeting Ken Anders changed my life.

It wasn't like my life was that great before I met him. I was small for my twelve years and hadn't begun puberty like most of the other boys in my grade had. My dick, even hard, was only three inches long, while Jamie Kosolas, my friend, sported a good six inches. Even he teased me about my little pecker. Too, he had hair above his dick and was growing it under his arms. Other than some fine, almost invisible, hairs on my arms and legs I had no body hair at all. That might not seem important. You might say, "Give it time. You'll go through puberty soon enough," but I had to shower after P.E. and was teased about the size of my dick every day.

Too, people said I was too pretty to be a boy. I kept my hair cut short, but still, strangers often mistook me for a girl. And I was gay. I was only twelve, but I knew I was gay. I couldn't take a shower with the other boys without getting hard, something else they teased me about. What else made me think I was gay? I sucked Jamie Kosolas's dick and liked doing it. But he told someone; and before long, it seemed that every kid in school knew I'd sucked it.

My family life wasn't much better. We were poor as shit. My dad couldn't keep a job, and when he had money, he gambled it away. PS 111, the school I attended then, was my third school that school year. We'd been evicted and had had to move twice already that year. We'd even spent some time in a homeless shelter.

Maybe still, it wouldn't have been so bad, but neither my mom or dad paid much attention to me. Other than an occasional whipping with my father's belt, they never really abused me, not what most people would call child abuse, but if they loved me, they never showed it. My dad wasn't a 'play a game of catch with his kid' type of guy. I spent most of my time at home either reading or watching TV.

Then, one day during P.E. I looked up and saw this guy looking at me. We were playing basketball, shirts against skins, and on the skins team, I had my shirt off, playing in just my gym shorts and gym shoes. Every time I looked up, he was staring at me. It was starting to freak me out before the game was over. He wasn't watching the game or the other guys; he was watching me. He never took his eyes off of me.

After the game -- after I had stripped to take a shower -- I looked up to see him staring at me again. They don't usually allow strangers into the locker room, but Coach Williams was with him. Coach motioned to me, calling me over. I wrapped a towel around myself before going over.

"Zack," said Coach, "this is Ken Anders. He's -- shall we say -- a talent scout. He's -- uh -- interested in you and might want to make you an offer, one that could make you and your parents wealthy. Come in to my office. He'd like to interview you."

"But," I said, "I have to take a shower, so I can get to my next class."

"You have the rest of the day off," said Coach. "Mr. Anders has cleared it with both Mr. Avery (our principal) and your parents. He'll be giving you a ride home." Then, he turned to Anders. "You know where my office is." He turned and walked off.

"Hi, Zack," Anders said, flashing me a smile. He put his hand on my shoulder. "Come on. Let's have a talk."

"Can I put on some clothes first?" I asked.

"No need for that," he said. "Part of the interview will be a physical examination -- well not an examination really, but I need to have a good look at you, more than the glimpse I got when you stripped. The -- uh -- part I have in mind for you requires some nudity. Does that bother you?

I shrugged. It didn't used to bother me to be naked, not before other boys my age went through puberty, and I hadn't. Then, my mom was always telling me to put on some clothes. Now, I didn't want anyone to see how small my dick was.

I followed him into Coach's office with the towel still wrapped around my waist.

He sat down behind Coach's desk. I stood in front of it, still wrapped in the towel. There were no other chairs in Coach's office. "I might have a position for you at a private resort," he said, "one that will make both you and your parents rich. I've already talked to your parents, explaining what's involved, the terms -- that you'd be away for two years, at least -- and they've agreed. Now, it's up to you and me. Up to me, to decide that you're suited for this --" he hesitated -- "job. Up to you to decide whether you want to go. Drop the towel."

"What?" I asked. I thought Anders might be some kind of weirdo, the way he'd looked at me, maybe one of those guys that like boys. But that thought excited me, too. Would he want me to suck his dick? Would he want to fuck me? Would he do it here, in Coach's office?

"You're a good looking kid," he said, but like I said, the position I have in mind for you requires some nudity, and I need to see what you look like nude. I got a glimpse when you stripped out in the locker room, but I need to take a closer look. You haven't begun puberty yet, have you?

I felt my face burn, but I shook my head. "No," I mumbled.

"Good," he said. "I couldn't use you, if you had. You're older than most boys I take, but you're small for your age; and you are beautiful.

"I'm not beautiful," I said.

"Actually, you are. I don't guess boys like to be told they're beautiful, but you are. But, in this case, that's a good thing. We wouldn't be having this conversation, if you weren't. Now, will you take off the towel, and let me have a look at you?"

I dropped the towel. Ken Anders was a guy it was hard to say, "no," to. He was movie star handsome, in his twenties I guess; but more than that, it was the way he talked, like he expected to be obeyed. He'd even used that tone with Coach. I dropped the towel, even though I was embarrassed to have him see my little dick and that I had a hard-on. I'd had one ever since I'd walked into the office.

When he looked at my dick, I covered it with my hand. It was sticking straight out. "Uh -- uh, he said, hands down to your side, please." He got up from behind Coach's desk and walked around to kneel in front of me, cupping my balls in his hand. Jamie had jacked me off before, but this was the first time I could remember having an adult touch me -- touch me down there, anyway.

He took a long look, examining my dick and my balls, and ran his hand over the bare skin above my dick. "Good," he said, "No sign of puberty. As old as you are, I was afraid you might have started it. I couldn't use you, if you had."

"What kind of position do you have?" I asked. I already had an idea. I knew what went on in the world, that there were men that liked to have sex with boys.

"San Carlos Island is a resort for men -- men that like boys. All the boys we have are beautiful, just as you are. Our clients are rich and pay dearly to spend a few days with one of our boys. I'm prepared to offer you a million credits for a two year contract."

My jaw dropped. "A million credits? What do I have to do?"

"What do you think?" he said.

"Suck dick -- maybe -- maybe get fucked." I said.

He smiled. "Would that be so bad? I understand you've sucked a little dick already."

I looked down, my face burning again. With his hand on my chin, he tilted my face up, forcing me to look at him again. "You did, didn't you?"

"Yeah," I mumbled.

"Did you like it?"

"I guess," I said.

He stepped behind me, locking the door to Coach's office, unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants and underwear. His dick was already hard. It must have been at least seven inches long, bigger than Jamie's, anyway. "Show me," he said. "Show me how you sucked that boy's dick."

I looked around at the door. It was locked, but I guess I could have screamed or something; but I didn't. I wanted to suck his dick. Like I said, he was movie star handsome, and he had a beautiful dick. I'd never thought of dicks as being beautiful before, but his was. I bent over to take his dick into my mouth. I found myself wanting to please him; but I didn't know much about cock sucking actually. I'd only sucked Jamie's that one time, and he'd shot almost as soon as he'd stuck his dick in my mouth. Somehow, I didn't think Anders would.

"Wait," Anders said. He sat down on the floor, kicking off his pants and taking off his shirt. Soon, he was naked, too. He held out his arms for me, and I stepped into them. He had hair on his chest. It tickled me, but it felt good for him to hold me. I don't think my dad had ever held me. Then Anders kissed me. I know my dad had never kissed me -- not ever. It surprised me when he ran his tongue into my mouth, but I liked it and stuck mine into his mouth. After a minute of kissing, he said, "OK, let's see what you can do."

I could feel his dick probing my asshole. Without even thinking about it, without consciously wanting him to fuck me, I squirmed, trying to take his dick into my hole, like that's where it was meant to be, like that's what my hole was made for.

"No," he said. "You're not ready for that yet. I'm pretty big. I'd hurt you. Just suck my cock."

I slid down, taking it into my mouth. He told me what to do; and when he was about to cum, he said, "I'm going to cum. Swallow it. The clients like for you to swallow their cum. I felt his hot cum hit the back of my throat. I gagged a little at first, but I swallowed it -- or most of it, anyway. I'd spit Jamie's out. I didn't like the taste of it then, like I do now.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" he said, wiping a drop of his spunk off the corner of my mouth. I shook my head.

"If you stay here, you'll be letting men fuck you. You know that, don't you?"

After a moment, I nodded. I knew I would. I wanted a man to fuck me. I wanted a man to love me. My father never had. I wondered what it would be like to have my father fuck me. Jamie would probably fuck me -- hell, I knew he would fuck me -- but I wanted a man to do it. I wanted Anders to do it.

"We'll pay you a lot more than you could sell yourself for here. And you'll love San Carlos Island. It's a paradise, beautiful beaches and warm the year round. No one ever wears clothes on San Carlos Island. Would it bother you to be naked all the time?"

"Would the other boys tease me for having a small pecker?"

He laughed. "No. None of our boys have gone through puberty. You're older than most, anyway, and we don't let our boys go through puberty. You'll have more dick than most of them."

"How do you keep them from going through puberty?" I asked.

"Oh, there's drugs that will do that," he said. "Does that bother you, the idea of not going through puberty?"

"I guess I was looking forward to it," I said.

"Do you cum now?" I know you probably don't ejaculate, but do you have an orgasm when you masturbate?"

"I guess," I said. "It feels real good."

"You still will. The drugs we'll give you will make it even easier for you to orgasm. The boys tell me it's great. Do you want to come with me?"

"You'll really pay me a million credits?"

"Yes. You'll actually make more than that. You treat a client right and he'll tip you, maybe a thousand credits or more, if he really likes you."

A thousand credits! I don't think I'd ever had five in my pocket at one time. It'd take my dad, even when he worked, a month to make a thousand credits. If I let some guy in the park fuck me, I probably wouldn't get more than ten or twenty credits. That's what I'd heard the going rate was, and Anders was right, if I didn't go with him, I would be letting some guy in the park fuck me. I'd already considered it. "I'll go," I said. "When do we leave?"

"Now -- today," he said. "Your parents have already signed the papers signing over their parental rights to you. We'll stop by and let you say, "Goodbye," to them, then we'll hop a plane to San Carlos Island."

"They gave me up?" I said. "Do they know what I'll be doing?"

"They know," said Anders. "They know everything." He stressed the word, "everything." I didn't pick up on it at the time. It was only later that I realize the significance of the stress he put on the word.

"Do I have to go home first? Do I have to see my parents?

"No. Not if you don't want to," he said.

"I don't want to see them."

"You ready to go to the island, then?"

"Yes," I said.

"I have some papers for you to sign; then we'll be on our way. Let me get Coach Williams to witness your signature." In a moment the was back with Coach. Anders pulled some papers out of his briefcase, flipping to the last page. There was a blank line below the signatures of my parents and another blank line with "witness" written under it. He shoved the papers in front of me. "Sign here," he said pointing to the line.

"What am I signing?" I asked, already scribbling my signature.

"That you'll belong to San Carlos Island for the next two years, that San Carlos Island with have full parental rights to you."

"Does he know what he's getting into?" asked Coach Williams.

"He knows enough," said Anders, in a tone that shut Coach's mouth. I'd already signed by then. I hadn't bothered to read what I'd signed. I seen enough of it to know that I'd probably never understand all the legal shit anyway; besides, what was there to know that Anders hadn't told me? I knew I was signing on to be a boy whore. I supposed that was what had Coach all upset.

We didn't even stop at my house for my clothes. Anders bought me some for the flight; and I wouldn't need any on San Carlos Island, would I?"

We flew out on a charted flight. Other boys, all younger than I -- all beautiful. That was really the only term to describe them; although I wouldn't have thought to use it before that day, before having heard Anders use it to describe me and other boys. Some were with what I took to be their parents; some were with a man I took to be another agent like Anders.

Chapter 2: San Carlos Island

I looked out the window of the plane as we circled to land at the airport at San Carlos Island. It was beautiful, white sand beaches, an extinct volcano in the center of the island, palm trees, everything I could have imagined it to be. I could see people on the beaches, but we were too high for me to see whether they had clothes on or not.

We landed; and once in the terminal, Anders took me through a door. "Well, Zack," he said, "this is where I'll be leaving you." I saw a woman walking toward us. She had Asian features.

"I thought there weren't any women on San Carlos Island," I said.

"Oh, there's a few among the staff." Then he introduced me. "Anchalee," he said to the woman, "this is Zack." Turning to me, he said, "Go with Anchalee, Zack. She's a nurse. She'll be giving you some shots. Can't have you introducing any strange diseases to San Carlos, can we?"

"Shots?" I said, wrinkling my nose.

She smiled. "Don't worry," she said, "they won't hurt..

We walked through a clinic. I saw some of the other boys I'd seen on the plane. Once we were in a treatment room, she asked, "How old are you Zack?"

"Twelve," I said.

"That's older than most of the boys we get," she said. "You haven't started puberty yet?"

My face burned. For some reason, it embarrassed me to have a women ask me that; but I shook my head.

"Good," she said, "Take off your clothes and let me have a look at you."

"In front of you?" I asked. I had another woody and didn't want her to see it.

"Didn't Mr. Anders tell you that no one wears clothes on San Carlos Island?"

"You have clothes on."

"I have to go in and out of the terminal to greet boys. That's the only place on the Island where anyone wears clothes. Now, take them off. You might as well get used to it. You won't wear any for the rest of the time you're on the island."

Turning my back to her, I took them off. She turned me around, her hand on my shoulder. I covered my crotch with my hand. "What are you hiding there," she said, pulling away my hand. She laughed when she saw my erection. "Don't be embarrassed," she said. "If I had a Nickel for ever hard pecker I've seen on a boy, I'd never have to work again. Now, let me have a look."

Sitting me on the table, she had me lie down while she examined my crotch. "Good," she said, afterward, "No sign of puberty yet." She gave me a shot on each side of my dick and one on my ball sac. I supposed they were the shots to keep me from going through puberty. I didn't like the idea of not going through puberty for two more years, but for a million credits, I guessed it was worth it.. She was right; the shots didn't hurt. Then she pulled out a hypodermic, one with a long needle on it.

"That's a big needle," I said.

"I have to inject your testicles," she said, "but don't worry. You won't feel a thing. That's what the first shots were for, to deaden you down there."

"You're going to stick that in my balls?" I said, more than a hint of panic in my voice.

"It won't hurt," she said.

"Is that to keep me from going through puberty?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," she said. "It will definitely keep you from going through puberty.

I watched as she injected one of my balls, my right ball first I think, then picked up another hypodermic and injected my other ball. Next, she injected my dick with a third hypodermic. My dick, soft now, was numb. I didn't feel her hand on it, or feel her give me the shot. "All through," she said. "You'll be back in a month or so for the rest of the procedure."

"What procedure?" I asked.

"Oh, I'll let one of the boys that's had it done tell you. One of them will be waiting for you in the lobby. He'll show you around and introduce you to your trainer."

"My trainer?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," she said, "You'll have to be trained before you start to take on clients."

Then, she pulled a gold collar out of a drawer and snapped it around my neck. "What's that?" I asked.

"It's a slave collar," she said. "You're property of San Carlos Island now. We own you. Didn't you read the contract you signed?"

I shook my head.

"I thought not. Most boys don't, I guess. Well," she continued, "the contract you and your parents signed gives Ben Toeber, the owner of San Carlos, full property rights to you. He can't kill you, of course, but he can -- uh -- modify you."

"The shots, you mean, the ones that keep me from going through puberty?" I asked.

"Yes, the shots," she said. "Come into the bathroom. I have to give you an enema. Have you ever had an enema?"

"No," I said.

"Do you know what an enema is?" she asked.

"That's when they squirt water up your ass, isn't it?"

"Yes," she said. "You'll be having at least one every day. We have to keep you cleaned out for the clients."

I went into the bathroom and she gave me an enema, squirting warm water up my hole until the water coming out was clear. Then she took me out to the lobby.

Chapter 3: Chris

Sill naked, with the gold collar around my neck, I followed her out to the lobby. A boy, naked, with a green collar around his neck awaited me there. I wasn't paying much attention to the color of his collar at the time, though. I didn't even look at his face. I couldn't take my eyes off his crotch. He was about my age, but he had no dick or balls. Where I had them, he was completely smooth. I thought he might be a girl at first, but he had no slit either; and since he had no hair on his crotch, if he'd had one I would have seen it.

"Hi," he said. "I'm Chris. You're Zack, I understand. Welcome to San Carlos Island, Zack." He held out his hand for me to shake it. I held out mine, but it was limp in his grasps, and I was staring at his crotch. He laughed. "Never seen a nullo before?"

"A nu-nullo?" I stammered.

"Yeah, a nullo like me. That's what we call ourselves, nullos, because we've been nullified -- you know -- had our dicks and balls cut off."

"They cut off you dick and balls?" I said. "Can they do that here?"

"Oh, yes," he said, "the contract you and your parents signed gives them the right to cut off your dick and balls."

"Why did they do that to you?" I asked.

"That's San Carlos Island's specialty, nullified boys. Almost all the boys here have been nullified."

"I don't want them to nullify me," I said. "I don't want them to cut off my dick and balls."

"Did she shoot up your balls?" he asked.

"Yes," I said. "She injected them with something."

"Did she shoot up your dick, too?"

I nodded, worried.

"Then, you're being nullified," he said. "Your balls are as good as dead, and your dick is going to shrink up. In a month or so they'll cut both off."

"Can't they stop it from happening?"

"Not once they shoot you up. Your balls are already dying; and all the stuff that makes your dick hard is going to dissolve. I'm afraid you've had your last hard-on. Do you jack off?"

I nodded, too shocked to do or say anything else.

"Well, you won't anymore, not like before, anyway. Your dick's just a tube of skin after today. You won't have much feeling in it. Do you cum when you jack off."

I nodded again.

"You'll still cum, easier than before. Believe me, sex is better for a nullo than it is for a boy. You'll be able to cum by just rubbing yourself." He ran his hand over his empty crotch. "They don't just cut off your dick and balls, they genetically alter you. I don't know exactly how they do it, but it makes you horny as hell. It's nothing for me to get off five or six times a day; but I always was a little slut. I was jacking off before I was four."

"How do you know it's better for a nullo?" I asked. "You don't look like you've ever been through puberty. Have you ever shot?"

"No, I was nullified when I was eight. None of us will ever be able to shoot. Nothing comes out when you cum, other than a little clear fluid like precum, but you still climax; and I've had enough clients shoot either into my ass or into my mouth to know that my orgasms are better than theirs. Most of them give a little grunt, then it's all over for them. It takes me several minutes to recover from one of mine."

I was crying by then, thinking about my balls dying. We were walking down the hallway together. Other nullified boys passed us in the hallway. Actually, every boy that passed us was nullified. Not one of them had either dick or balls. They'd look at me an grin and say, "Hi," to Chris. A few of them said, "Hey, a newbe."

Chris took me to my room. "This will be your room," he said. "Do you want me to stay with you, or I can come back to get you in time for dinner? It's not like you have to unpack or anything." He laughed.

"You can stay," I said. I didn't want to be alone. I'd just been told my balls and dick were going to be cut off. I didn't want to be by myself. "What's it like?

"What's what like -- servicing clients?" he said.

"That, too; but what's it like to be a nullo? Don't you wish you still had your dick and balls?"

"I've been a nullo for more than four years," he said. "I've forgotten what it was like to have a dick, and my balls, small like yours, weren't doing much for me anyway. Believe me, you won't miss them. After a while, you won't miss your dick, either. I don't miss mine. I love being a nullo. That doesn't mean I don't like dicks, but I like them up my hole or in my mouth. I don't need a dick hanging from me."

He sat down on my bed next to me, and reaching over, picked up my dick. "Too bad they already shot you up," he said. "or I would have let you fuck me. Your dick's not much, and I probably wouldn't have even felt it, but it might have been nice for you to have one fuck while it still worked." My dick was a limp noodle in his hand. I could feel his hand on it, but just barely. The numbness was just wearing off.

"I started crying again. "I don't want them to cut it off."

"I didn't either," he said, "before they cut off mine, but at least you're lucky. By the time they cut off yours, your balls will already be dead and shriveled up; and your dick will have shrunk up, too. There won't be much to get cut off. They cut my balls off in the Arena without any pain shit or anything. Believe me, it hurt like hell. You're lucky they don't do that any more."

"What did they do that for?" I asked.

"Some clients we had then would pay extra to see a boy have his balls cut off."

"Why don't they do it now?" I asked.

"We had some shit happen a few years ago. Now, Ben won't let guys that like to see boys hurt on the Island. If a client even hits a boy, he's sent packing."

"And you really don't mind --" I hesitated, looking down at his smooth crotch -- "being like that -- a nullo."

"I love being a nullo," he said. "Look at yourself, at that little dick and balls hanging from your crotch; then look at me. Tell me I don't look better. Tell me I'm not hot. Can't you see why clients like nullos, why they'll pay extra for us?"

I looked at him. I felt a stirring in my groin, ever though my dick didn't so much as twitch. It should have been hard, if what I was feeling in my groin was any indication, that feeling I always had when it was hard; but it wasn't hard. If anything, my dick was smaller than it usually was. But then, before the shot, it had been hard most of the time. I couldn't believe that it never would be again. But he was right. He was hot. His smooth crotch turned me on.

"Do you want to touch me?" Pointedly, he looked down. I nodded. He took my hand and placed it on his smooth crotch.

He was smooth. I couldn't feel so much as a scar. "How do you pee?" I asked.

He moved my hand down between his legs. I could feel a small opening. "That's my pee hole," he said.

"You have to sit down to pee?" I asked.

"Sure. No big deal. You pee sitting down sometimes, don't you?"

"Yeah, I guess, I said.

"Then, you just do it that way all the time. I don't know why boys are so hung up on peeing standing up."

"It's something girls can't do," I said. "It makes us different."

"So, you won't be able to pee standing up -- unless you want it running down you leg," he laughed, "but, believe me. It's not that big a deal. Girls deal with it. You will, too."

I was rubbing his crotch while we talked. "Hey," he said, "you're turning me on. You want to lick my pee hole. I get off on that. At least you won't have to worry about me shooting in your mouth."

"That wouldn't bother me," I said, thinking about how Anders had shot into it.

"That's good," he said. "I'll bet I swallowed a gallon of the stuff since I've been on the island and had another gallon of it shot up my hole."

"I licked his pee hole; and in a minute he came. Nothing shot out, but he definitely came; and if it was as good as it seemed to be, I couldn't wait to have one myself.

We lay in bed talking a cuddling until it was time for dinner. With Chris with me, I wasn't so scared about being nullified. He told me it wouldn't hurt, that I'd heal up real fast.

Chapter 4: Matti

Later, we went to dinner. Only a few boys had dicks, new ones like me I guess, because they all wore gold collars like mine. All the other boys had on green collars like Chris. They were all nullified. They hooted when I came it. "Newbe, fish," they called. Again boys were laughing at my dick, not because it was so small this time, but because I had one at all. "Ugly," I heard someone say.

"Get that thing cut off," some other nullo said.

"Yeah, it's no good for nothing, anyway," another said.

I looked around, comparing them to the boys that still had dicks and had to admit they looked better. I guess a dick and balls hanging off a boy, especially off a prepubescent boy, look pretty ridiculous anyway. I was almost ashamed of mine. I looked down at my dick.

Chris laughed.

"What are you laughing at?" I asked.

"I'm sorry," he said. "I just can't get used to seeing a dick and balls on a boy. Here, only clients, staff, and trainers have dicks and balls, and they're real cocks and balls, not useless tubes. I don't remember the last time they let a boy keep his dick. All of us sluts are nullified now. I mean...look at it. Have you ever seen anything that looks more ridiculous than that dick and two balls hanging from your crotch. Look at yourself; then look at me. Wouldn't you rather be smooth like me -- like them?" He indicated the other nullos with a tilt of his head.

"I don't know. Maybe," I said. "Why do you call yourself a slut?"

"Isn't that what we are?" he said. "We fuck and suck and can't get enough of it. I don't care who I have for a client, as long as he has a cock, and the bigger one he has, the better. Fuck, I'm getting horny just thinking about it."

He was making me horny talking about it, and I hadn't even been fucked yet.

While I was eating, one of the boys I'd seen on the plane -- he was probably eight or nine -- came over to my table. He started crying. "Are they really going to cut off our peckers?" he asked me.

"Did they stick a needle in your balls?" I asked. He nodded. "Then they're going to cut them off. Hey, it's not so bad. They're going to cut mine off, and you don't see me crying, do you?" I didn't tell him about all the crying I'd done earlier.

"You don't care that they're going to cut them off?" he asked.

"I don't care," I said. "Hell, I want them cut off." I almost convinced myself. Maybe it wouldn't be so bad, especially since they'd already killed them, if what Chris had told me was true; and I had no reason to doubt him. I hadn't had a hard-on since my dick and balls had been shot up.

Then I heard a stir among the other boys -- the nullos, I mean, remembering what Chris had told me, "We're nullos. We're not boys. We're definitely not boys." Looking up, I saw that a boy had come into the room -- a real boy, one with a dick -- an adult size dick -- and two big balls in his sac. Like the rest of us -- like all of us -- he was naked; but he had on a red collar, not a gold or green one. He looked about eighteen.

He had brown pubic hair that matched the hair on his head, and I saw tufts of hair under his arms. He was beautiful, maybe not beautiful the way Anders had meant I was beautiful, because there was no doubt he was a boy. No one, even if he were dressed, would mistake him for a girl. He waved in our direction and headed for our table.

"Who's that?" I asked Chris, out of the corner of my mouth. What's that, a god? I wanted to ask.

"That's Matti, your trainer," he said.

The nurse had mentioned that I'd have a trainer. I wondered how he would train me. I looked at his cock, swinging back and forth as he walked toward us. Would he use that to train me? I hoped he would. I was turned on just looking at it and wondered how big it would be hard. I wondered if the drugs Chris had told me they give us were already working. It seemed that everything turned me on, the smooth crotches of the nullos, looking at the other boys like me, knowing that they were about to lose their dicks and balls, now, the swinging dick of the boy approaching our table. Without realizing what I was doing at the time, my hand dropped to my crotch and began pulling on my dick. Chris looked at me and laughed, "He does that to me, too. You're lucky to have Matti as a trainer." It was only then that I realize that I was jacking off while everyone watched -- not that it was doing me much good. My dick didn't even get hard.

Matti stood in front of me, looking down at my crotch, at my hand pulling on my dick. My face burned, and I turned loose of my dick. He laughed. I loved the sound of his laughter, even though it was directed at me. "That won't do much for you any longer," he said, "but don't sweat it. I'll teach you other ways to get off. Several of the nullos, seeing what I was doing and hearing what Matti said, laughed also.

"I need some instruction, Matti," one of them said, "Will you show me how to get off."

"Fuck you, Blair, you little slut. From what your clients say about you, you don't have any trouble in that department. If anything, you cum too easily. You need to learn to pace yourself."

"Well, teach me that, then," said the kid he'd called Blair. I could do more for you than that little cherry. It'll be a week before you have that hole of his loosened up enough for that big dick of yours. If you need one in the meantime, mine's always available.

It was weird sitting there listening to the other boys -- nullos, I mean -- talk. All they talked about was sex. Back at my old school, me and the other boys talked about sex, but not like that. I never said to another boy that I wanted him to fuck me or to let me suck his dick. I never even told Jamie I wanted to suck his dick. He was letting me jack him off, and it'd just seem to be the natural thing to do, to take his dick into my mouth. Then, he'd shot almost right away; and that had ended that. It had caught us both by surprise. He hadn't expected me to give him head, and I hadn't expected to get a mouth full of cum. I'd gagged and spit it out, saying, "What did you shoot in my mouth for?"

"Hey, man," he'd said, I didn't know you were going to suck me off.

"Well, don't tell anybody I did, OK?"

"OK," he'd said, but he had, and I'd got the rep of the gay boy that sucks cock. Everyone knew; Anders even knew about it.

"I'm Matti," the boy said, holding out his hand to me.

I looked down at my hand, turning it palm up. I'd just had it wrapped around my dick -- well, two fingers of it, anyway -- and didn't know whether I should shake his hand with it. As if he could read my thoughts, he said, "It's OK, you can shake it. I don't care where your hand has been. On San Carlos Island, sex isn't dirty. Wait until you go to the beach. You'll see clients fuck their nullos, not caring how crowded the beach is.

"You can fuck me right here and now," said the kid named Blair. "Let's show your trainee how it's done." He was now standing next to Matti. He couldn't have been older than ten. He was smaller than I was.

"You couldn't handle it," said Matti.

"I've had bigger ones than yours," he said. "How big does that thing get, anyway?" Reaching over, he began stroking Matti's dick. It stiffened in his hand.

"Blair, I'm going to throw you on the floor and fuck you in front of everyone," Matti said.

"Do it...Do it," the nullos chanted.

I sat, staring at Matti's cock growing in Blair's grasp. Soon, it was at least seven inches long, bigger than Jamie's, maybe even bigger than Anders'

"OK, you asked for it," Matti said. He flipped Blair onto his back on the floor. Blair raised his legs. I could see his hole, slightly open already, as if anticipating Matti's cock. Matti knelt down, then slid forward, sliding his dick into Blair's hole. In fascination, I watched his ass -- his beautiful ass -- rise and fall as his dick slid in and out of Blair's hole. It seemed that every nullo and boy in the room was gathered around watching. Many were standing on benches and even on the tables to get a better view.

After a moment or two, Blair came, "Oh...oh...oh, oh ,oh," he moaned, the moans starting out slow, then increasing in tempo. But Matti didn't quit. He kept thrusting his dick into Blair's hole. Soon, Blair came again -- then again -- and again. I lost count of how many or was unable to distinguish one orgasm from another. After what seemed a very long time, Blair said, "Enough. I can't take any more. Please stop."

"I told you you couldn't handle me, Blair," Matti said.

It was only then, that Matti came. I saw him shudder and stiffen as he shot his load into Blair's ass. I know he shot, because when he pulled out, some of his cum seeped out of Blair's hole. Blair still had his legs up, and his hole, still open a little, leaked Matti's cum.

Chris whispered to me, "That's why Matti's such a good trainer. He has almost complete control over when he's going to cum. He'll make sure you have an orgasm before he does."

I didn't know what to say. I'd just seen someone get fucked for the first time in my life, and had seen it done in the cafeteria with dozens of nullos and boys watching -- I was beginning to think of them as nullos, not boys -- what's more, I wished it had been me on the floor getting fucked, not Blair, even if everyone had been watching. If Matti would fuck me, I wouldn't care if God and my parents watched while he did.

Matti grabbed a napkin off the table and wiped off his dick. A couple of nullos helped Blair to his feet. "Had enough, Blair?" Matti asked.

Blair nodded. He didn't say anything -- he probably couldn't speak yet -- he just nodded.

"Told you you were going to have to learn a little more self control. A good slut controls his client's orgasms and his own. It's your job to please your clients not their job to please you." The nullos that had helped Blair up, led him back to his seat.

"Sorry," Matti said, sitting down beside me, "but he needed to be taught a lesson. He cums too quickly. Clients like for their nullos to cum, but not before they do. It's all a matter of timing. Unfortunately, either Blair's trainer never taught him that, or Blair's incapable of learning it.

"I thought you were going to kill him," I said.

"Oh, he's young, with a strong heart," said Matti. "No kid on San Carlos has ever died from an over indulgence of sex. We've had some clients that have, but no kids. Now, tell me, what do you think about becoming a nullo?"

I shrugged. "I don't know. I didn't like the idea of it at first, but maybe it's not so bad. I think I'd still rather have a --" I hesitated, looking down at his lap. His cock, limp now, was half hidden between his balls and his leg. "I'd rather have a cock like yours."

Matti sighed. "I'm going to tell you something weird. I always wanted to be a nullo like you. Even when I was little, I hated having a dick and balls. I even tried to cut them off more than once, but was never able to go through with it. You want to keep yours and you're having them cut off. I wanted to have mine cut off, but had to keep them. I never wanted to go through puberty, but look at me. He tugged at his pubic hair."

"Don't you like fucking?" I asked. "It looked like fun. My dick won't even get hard anymore. I'll never know what it's like to fuck someone."

"It's OK," said Matti. "It's the only way I can cum. I've let other trainers fuck me; and I can't cum that way. I have to fuck someone or have someone suck my cock to be able to cum. I heard what Chris said, about my control," he inclined his head toward Chris, who next to me, was listening, "but that's not it, really. Anymore, I have to really concentrate to be able to cum at all. I can't even cum jacking off. Only nullos get me off -- or boys that I know are going to become nullos. Take yourself, for instance. It turns me on to know you're going to get cut, to know that this time next month you'll be smooth like Chris. Knowing that, you turn me on; but if you were going to keep your boy parts, you wouldn't do anything for me."

"Do I have to wait?" If it took my being a nullo for Matti to like me, I wanted to become one. I wanted him more than I wanted my dick and balls. I glanced down at them in disgust. I wished they were gone.

"They'll be gone before you know it," Matti said, grinning. There's less scarring -- less chance of complications -- if we let them shrink up before they're cut off. By the time your balls are cut off, they'll be dead and no bigger than peas.

"Are you going to start training me today?" I asked. Although no one had yet told me what training would entail, from what I'd seen Matti do to Blair, I guessed that fucking was part of it; and I wanted to be fucked. I had wanted Anders to fuck me. I sure as hell wanted Matti to fuck me.

"No," said Matti. "You have orientation and a tour of San Carlos Island tomorrow; and you have to enroll in school. It'll probably be a couple of days before we start your training. I want you to start wearing butt plugs, though. Chris will show you how to insert them. You'll put in a little bigger one each day. If I tried to fuck you now, I might hurt you. You've never been fucked before, have you?"

I shook my head. Strangely, I was ashamed that I hadn't been, that I was cherry like Blair had said.

"Then, we've got to get you stretched out first," he said.

Chapter 6: A New Life

Back in my room after dinner, Chris showed me how to use the enema in the bathroom. It was a lot like a toilet, except it has a nozzle sticking up out of it. "Sit on it,"he said. "Let it slide up your ass; then press this button"

I sat down on it, letting it slide into my ass, then pressed the button. It shot warm water up my ass. "Do it until the water coming out is clear," said Chris. Always have an enema in the morning and before meeting with a client. No client likes to get shit on his dick. I'd advise one at night, too. You're going to be wearing butt plugs, and if one slips out while you're asleep, you might wake up with shit on your sheets.

Once I was cleaned out, he lubed up a butt plug and stuck it up my ass. Actually, I liked how it felt.

Then we played video games for a while. Each boy's room, I was to learn, was equipped with a holographic TV and a Playstation 33. Up until now, the only place I'd ever seen either was in stores. Chris showed me the movie channels. "You can get the latest movies" he said, "even the ones not released for home viewing yet. Ben has a contract with all the major motion picture studios. We get them as soon as they come out."

After we'd played games for a while, Chris said, "You want to fool around a bit?"

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Hey," he said, "I haven't been fucked all day. I need a good fucking to be able to sleep tonight."

I looked down at my limp dick, scarcely an inch long, as shrunken up as it was. Even without trying, I knew that it had no chance of getting hard. Although I was turned on, it wasn't. "You know I can't get hard," I said. Even if I could have, from what Chris had told me about liking big cocks, I don't think I could have done him much good.

"You don't have to," he said. Walking over to some drawers built into the wall, he opened one, taking out an enormous dildo attached to a harness. He fitted the harness around my hips, so the dildo stuck out from my crotch, just as a real cock would have. "See," now you can fuck me." He lay down on the bed, and after a try or two, I slid the dildo into his hole, thrusting like I'd seen Matti do with Blair. Before long, Chris came; but when I slowed down, intending to quit, thinking he was through, he said, "No, keep going." He had two more orgasms before he let me quit.

"Can you do me?" I asked afterward.

He looked down at the dildo that still stuck out from my groin. He laughed. "Not with that dildo. It would rip you apart. Give me a minute and I"ll check to see if there's a smaller one in the drawer. I don't guess Matti would be pissed off if I gave you your first fuck."

"I could check," I said.

"OK," he said. "It's going to take me a minute or two to recover from that fucking you gave me."

I looked through the drawer, holding up one dildo, then another. Each time, Chris shook his head, "Nope, too big." I'd about given up when I found one smaller than the rest. "Maybe," he said. "If we lube it up real good, it might work. Bring it over here. And grab a tube of lube out of the drawer. It's in a white tube with blue lettering one it." I grabbed the tube and took it and the dildo over to him.

"Lie down on your stomach," he said. I did, and he took the butt plug out of my ass. I watched over my shoulder as he lubed up the dildo. When he tried to insert it, I grimaced -- it hurt -- but kept my face turned away from him, so he couldn't see my grimace. "It's pretty big," he said, "and you have a tight, virgin, asshole. I'm not sure it's going to work. Does it hurt?"

"No," I said through clenched teeth, "keep going." I gasped as the dildo slid into my ass.

"You sure you're OK?" he asked.

"Yeah...I'm OK," I said. He removed the dildo from my ass as I took off the harness. Then he fitted the dildo on it and put the harness on himself.

"Lie down on your back and raise your legs," he said. "I'm not used to fucking someone with balls, but I don't guess it would hurt them, if I bang against them anyway. They're dead by now. Are they sore?"

"A little I guess; so is my dick."

"Want a pain pill? Considering you've just had your dick and balls shot up, all you have to do is tell the computer, and one will pop out of that chute over there." He pointed to a plastic chute beside the computer screen. The only computer I'd ever used before had a keyboard as an input to it. This one, Chris told me, you just spoke to.

"No, I'm OK. Maybe later."

"Well, I'll try not to pound against your balls," he said. "It's been a long time since I fucked a boy that still had any."

"Do you fuck other nullos like this?" I asked.

"All the time. You won't have clients every day; but still you're horny as hell. We nullos use the dildos to get each other off. They're not as good as a real dick, but they're better than nothing."

"Doesn't it bother you that you're a boy -- OK, a nullo," I said, when he wrinkled his nose after I'd called him a boy, "and grown men pay to fuck you. I mean...I 'm queer. I've know I was for years; and I want to be fucked by you -- by Matti," I added, "but the idea of some grown man wanting to fuck me kind of weirds me out. Aren't they some kind of weirdoes to want to fuck a boy. Aren't they even more weird to get off on fucking nullified boys?"

Chris shrugged. "I don't know," he said. "I don't think about it much. They want to fuck, I want to get fucked, and I get rich letting them fuck me."

"But, if you hadn't come to San Carlos Island, would you have let men fuck you?

"I don't know," he said, "I was only eight. I probably would have. It didn't take me long to get into it after I came to the Island, and they weren't giving us the drugs they are now, the ones that keep you horny and deter the side effects of castration. Scientists working for Ben actually developed those drugs. But, like I said, I was always a little slut. Probably the only reason I hadn't been fucked by some guy back home was that none had offered to do it yet. If you're talking about the morality of it, let the politicians worry about that. It's no longer illegal to have sex with kids. It might be against some community standards, but it's not illegal, certainly not illegal here on San Carlos Island. Now, do you want to fuck, or do you want to talk? If you want to talk, I'll take this ridiculous fucker off me. I don't even like having a pretend dick."

"I want to fuck," I said.

"The raise your legs," he said.

I raised my legs, and he slid between them. I felt the dildo press against my hole. Chris thrust, rotating his hips as he did. My asshole resisted; it hurt some; but then it was inside me. In spite of the initial pain, it felt great. I moaned, "Oh, oh, I like it."

"I thought you would," he said, pounding the dildo into my hole. Before long I came. He was right. Any orgasm I'd experienced before was nothing compared to this. Afterward, he told me that it would only get better, once the drugs had had time to work on my body. "They change you," he said. "You'll even come to like the enemas. You might even get off on them."

Chris spent the night with me, sleeping, his back pressed against mine. He shook me awake the next morning.

To be continued in Chapter 7:Orientation