Paolo & Cutlass

Sander & The Basket Case

San Carlos Island story #8

Chapter 1
Introduction

Now, for those of you who might not be familiar with me and my stories (how could you NOT be by now?!), let me do a short recap to bring you up to speed.

San Carlos Island is a tropical resort located in the Pacific Rim Area. It's a Confederation of a bunch of former island nations that used to be several different countries about a century or so ago. Right smack in the middle of it sits our Island, which is a high profile tourist resort that caters (generally) to men and older boys who have a taste for sex. And not just any sex, I must add. Our invited clientele, who are all carefully screened before being allowed to come here, are almost always well-to-do men who like to have sex with young boys. It's legal in this Confederation and some other places, although it's highly illegal (or so I hear), and sometimes even punishable by long prison terms, in others areas of the world.

One more clarification while we're at it:

Our clients don't come here to have sex with just any boy. There are plenty of places in the world where you can pick up a boy for a LOT less than you'll pay for one here! That's one thing about this Island – Ben Toeber may own it and run it like a business, but that's just the veneer he shows the rest of the world. In fact, San Carlos is probably THE safest place in the world for a boy to live. Especially for boys who might be gay and LIKE to have sex. Boys like me, for instance. No one here is going to hurt you, and the clients CERTAINLY aren't allowed to hurt you. (Unless you're in the S&M Division of the boys who live and work here, but that's another story). I guess Ben figured out a long time ago that the ancient practice of sex with boys was never going to stop, so he created a safe haven for it to take place. Making money off of it helps, too, I guess.

Where was I?

Oh, right!

The boys who live and work here, and I'm one of them, aren't technically boys – anymore.

We're eunuchs.

Nullos, to be specific.

Used to be, a few of the boys were allowed to keep their dick, or their balls, for select clients. But no more. We're all nullos nowadays.

In case you don't know, and I'm not sure how you couldn't know already if you're reading my ramblings, a nullo is a biological male who has had his penis and testicles/scrotum surgically removed. This leaves him (some people prefer to use the pronoun 'it', and that REALLY irks me!) with only smooth skin between his legs, and NO way at all of being able to sexually pleasure himself, or perform sex in a dominant role. Removal of the external genitalia consigns the nullo to a permanent role of being a 'bottom boy', 'sub', or whole lot of other terms. We pee through our relocated urethra sitting down, which is no inconvenience at all.

In short, we GET fucked – because we CAN'T do the fucking. We're completely dependent upon the guests for our sexual pleasure.

And we like it.

Hell, we LOVE it!

And in case you're wondering why any male would want this to happen to him, keep in mind that not all of the boys here came here WANTING it. In fact, the greater proportion of them had NO clue whatsoever that they were going to be castrated and become 'employees' of San Carlos Island. Sure, there's a few who contacted Ben and came here willingly. It's not that we're an unknown national secret, or something; we can easily be found online on the Web. Some others were found by our Finders. Those are adult Staffers who travel the world looking for the most beautiful (and preferably, gay) boys that they can find. They then negotiate a contract with the boy's parents or guardians, and the boy is brought here in one of Ben's private jets to begin his career of servitude. Becoming a nullo comes a little later, only after they've been trained to sexually service the clients. Most of the boys here, though, were sold as sex slaves.

Don't be alarmed by that term, either.

Technically, I suppose we ARE slaves. We're all told at the onset that we are, and that Ben owns us for the duration of our contracts and we are not allowed to leave the Island. But we've really got it quite good here, you know. Slavery is legal in a lot of parts of the world now, but that's not the kind of slavery we're talking about. Life is good here, unlike what you probably think when you hear the word 'slave'. It's just that sometimes it can take a new boy a LONG time to figure that one out. I know it did me. I went through a spell where Ben almost sold me off, I was so upset and depressed about being abandoned (and then later fucked, used, and left) by my own father who had sold me to Ben in the first place. Add to that my own attachment disorders with my trainer, Matti, and you've got the makings for a real basket case!

So to sum it up, boys come here via whatever means – voluntarily, found and recruited, or sold by their guardians for whatever reason. The most usual reason is money, though. Once the boy arrives on the Island, he becomes Ben's property, and if the guardian came with him, he's usually paid off and leaves. The boy is then given a thorough physical by our medical staff, then he's assigned a personal trainer to teach him everything there is to know about sex. After a few weeks, depending on how apt a pupil he is, he'll be castrated having his scrotum and penis entirely removed, his urethra relocated to nearer his anus, and be cosmetically altered, and then put to work for the duration of his contract. Contracts may run for as little as one year (rare), or two (most common), or from arrival upon the Island to the date that the boy comes of age. Remember, only the most beautiful of boys make the cut. (That's an intended pun!) Who wants to fuck an ugly boy, anyway?!

That's that in a turtle shell, as they say.

Now, seeing as how you're up to speed by this point, let me get back to the reason I decided to write this.

My name is Sander Gobin, and I work on Staff at San Carlos Island. I've been here for a number of years, since I was ten or eleven. I'm sort of tall (just shy of 2 meters [6"6']), slender, tanned and toned, and devastatingly beautiful, I might add. My main job is to meet and greet new arrivals, or 'newbies'. I get them settled in when they first arrive, and sort of supervise their training and help them to learn the tools of the trade here. Seeing as how I've been a nullo since a couple of weeks after I arrived, it's not like 'I' can train them, and Ben says I have just the sweet personality for the job. Newbies tend to trust me, for some reason.

I took this position when I got a bit older, late teens, as most of the clientele want the younger boys for sexual partners. Don't get me wrong, there are still quite a few men (and a very rare woman) who come here to see some of the older boys. It's just that the bulk of the guests want the young ones, and I'm getting on a bit in size, if not in male characteristics. It won't be long until I'm off to college somewhere off-Island (which I might add, the Island pays for!), and there's plenty of younger and smaller boys to do all that real work. Besides, it's not like I've got a boyfriend or anything, but that's another story. I still don't know how I'll react to the fact that I'm going away, though, looking like a tall, prepubertal fourteen year old, despite the fact that I'm older than that!

My job is usually pretty smooth, with very few problems. But every now and then, I get a live one, like I said. About a month ago, this one kid arrived that's just driven me crazy ever since he set foot off of the plane. I was having a good day up until I met him. Hell, I was having a good CAREER up until I met him. He even got on Hop Sing's nerves, and trust me, THAT takes a lot. (You can read all about Hop Sing and our adventures here, too.) If it weren't for the fact that I literally owe Hop my life, I don't know if I could have dealt with this kid, especially without his help. I mean, I've felt suicidal before, but jeeez, this kid made me wanna jump off the roof! (Keep in mind I live in a penthouse, too…)

Most of the boys who come here adapt in time. Some take longer than others, but I was soon convinced that this kid wasn't going to adapt at all. I figured that Ben would either have to cancel his contract and cut his losses, or sell him to an individual – or worse, a brothel. We won't go into it here, but brothels in this day and age are true hell-holes. I would have been sold to one if Hop hadn't saved me from myself, but like I said, that's another story. This new kid's only other chance would have been adoption by a client and taken home with him/them, but that's VERY rare. So I figured that this kid was destined for the auction block. Not a pretty thought.

Maybe that's why we put so much effort into him.

He arrived in the way that all newbies do – on the plane. I was advised about a week in advance of his arrival, and saw that he'd be arriving with several other boys, two by the names of Kyle and Jack and two others by the names of Tyrone and Tyler. According to my roster, Kyle had already been permanently chemically castrated and that Jack had not been. Neither had Tyrone or Tyler. I should probably mention that all newbies MUST be prepubescent – NO signs of secondary male sexual characteristics, totally hairless and smooth. That's the whole point of the Island's trade, after all. I also saw that Kyle was about thirteen and was dangerously near puberty when his father had taken him in to be chemically castrated with Neutersol in advance, but that it had been a success and Kyle was even anxious to come and be nullified and trained. The notice also stated that Jack, a twelve year old, didn't know a thing, and neither did Tyrone, a lovely black eleven year old, nor Tyler, a ten year old. Thus a total of five newbies were arriving today. According to the advance-roster, Dr. Knox wants to see Jack, Tyrone, and Tyler first to be nullified, and then see the other two in the morning for castrating.

(In case you were wondering, fathers pretty much own their children in most parts of the world now, and as overpopulated as it is, sterilization and even castration is perfectly legal – and preferred. Breeding is expensive, and a lot of folks don't have that luxury now. It also helps that Ben has a network of several private clinics that document preadolescent castrations and report it to him whenever an exceptionally pretty boy is neutered.)

But that's how it is for most of them, and that's how it was for me. If they knew in advance that they'd be somewhat brutally castrated upon arriving here, they might try to run away or worse.

Still, I always have to laugh when I read reports like this. If they still did the nullification procedure like they did back in my day, that'd REALLY scare the hell out of any boy who knew THAT in advance. We don't just slice off a newbie's genitals in the Arena in front of all the guests and boys anymore. Talk about hurt! Now it's done methodically, humanely by our doctor in a real, sedated, clean surgery clinic where the shots are followed a few weeks later by the actual castration and cosmetic surgery. I guess Ben's getting soft in his advancing years, huh?

So there we were, at the airport. From the information on my roster, it was easy to spot the kid. His name was Peter 'Petey' McConnell, and he was – like the rest of them in this batch – an American. He was also short. Damn short. For a minute, and if it hadn't been for my roster, I would have sworn that Ben had begun importing six year olds! The smallest kid I'd ever seen in all my years on the Island was Lewie (Lǚ Dòngbīn), and he'd grown up in poverty in some remote off-the-map village in rural China. Again, that's another story. But just for the record, Ben almost NEVER takes a boy younger than nine.

But according to my info, 'Petey' (how appropriate, I thought…) wasn't six. He was ten, due to turn eleven in a few weeks.

He was also a midget.

Now let me clarify this – midgets and dwarfs are not the same thing. Dwarfs are little people that are usually out of proportion in body and generally have orthopedic problems to boot. Midgets are just little people – normally proportioned, just very small in overall stature. Like I said, Petey looked to be about six years old. Synthetic hormonal cocktail or not, like we all take to maintain our sex drive and stave off the detrimental effects of eunuchoidism (like macroskeletalism or osteoporosis), Petey was sure to be a big hit. I figured that even when he is seventeen or eighteen, he'd be lucky to look like a twelve year old.

Yep, little Petey was in for a brilliant career, I thought, once I found him. He was hiding in the back of the group, hidden below the others and just standing there staring at his feet. It was obvious that, unlike Kyle and Jack, he hadn't spoken to any of the other boys on the plane ride and hadn't made any new friends yet. I thought that was a shame, really. Kyle had apparently told Jack who then told the others about the injections he had received just weeks earlier. You DO need some friends, even if you are a pampered sex slave…

I found out later that Petey hid in the airplane bathroom all the way here.

Unbeknownst to Kyle at the time, his father took him to a clinic to have the Neutersol shots administered to the boy who was just shy of his thirteenth birthday. The plan had been to sell him a year earlier, but a combination of events in his life dictated the delay. However, well aware of the pending onset of puberty, he was emasculated chemically just weeks prior to his trip to the Island, just to be sure he would be accepted there. Being among the oldest boys ever to be brought to San Carlos Island, he has been examined and certified as never having entered puberty, although he was admittedly very close to it. His genitals were quite small now, nearly that of a toddler, however enveloped in the scrotum and foreskin he had as a twelve year old boy. Peeing became a chore with all that extra skin he had, and he was ready to have them removed.

So other than being short, Petey had wavy and loosely curled light brown hair that had seemed to bleach out some in the sunshine. It covered his ears, and was down to his shoulder blades in the back. It also hung down over his eyes, and he had to constantly keep brushing it away so he could see. His eyes were wide, wild, and a very dark brown that was almost black. He was dressed in a white A-shirt with a round and snug (probably fake) gold necklace on, and white gym shorts. He was wearing cheap, clear plastic flip-flops for shoes, and it was obvious that whoever had sold him (again, according to my info) hadn't spent many credits on attire. Other than that, his watch (probably a fake, too) was his only possession. He didn't have a carry-on, like most of the boys who'd brought some of their prized possessions or treasures along. All in all, like I said, he was so cute that I could just imagine Ben's reaction to him! Hell, if I'd have had a dick, I'D have fucked him! And that's saying something, seeing as how I had mine cut off when I was ten or eleven.

Not that Petey would need good clothing, anyway. The only time us boys on the Island wear clothes is if the client wants to indulge in a fantasy and play dress-up. I once had to dress up as a 19th century golf caddy, and so did my friend Chris. Let's not go there again, please? I still have bad dreams about tweed knickers. The only good part about it was being UNDRESSED on the 15th hole and fucked silly until the next boy and his guest played through!

So there we were, at the airport.

"Welcome to San Carlos Island, your new home," I greeted the newbies. "My name is Sander, and I'll be showing you around some." I paused, trying not to smile too broadly as the new arrivals all stared at me. Seeing a genuine totally nude nullo in person, I knew, could be quite shocking.

There were looks of surprise, of course; there always are! Stunned looks, and a few looks of outright horror. It was obvious that the boys had been talking, that someone, likely Kyle had known what happened to boys who came here, and that word was out. It was also easy to spot who hadn't had the Neutersol shots yet, because those that I could see that hadn't had shots were sporting raging little erections all of two or three inches [5 to 8 cm] long! The one that wasn't, I knew, had already had their balls and penile nerves toasted by Neutersol.

Oh, and just in case you didn't know, Neutersol®*, also known as Zinc Gluconate/Arginine, is an FDA-approved injectable sterilant developed in the very late 20th century for use on animals. It was later refined into a human form, which is directly injected into the testicles. After a few reformulations, the most current batch, with its active ingredient, zinc gluconate causes both the testicles and the prostate to atrophy, cease functioning, and eventually turn to mush. There's also a corollary formula, Neutersol-P, which is injected directly into the head of the penis to permanently kill all tactile and erectile nerve endings, thus rendering the male forever impotent. The reason we use it to help convince the boys that surgical nullification is in their best interests, seeing as how they'll never use their male genitals again upon receiving the series of injections, usually on the very first day, often within hours of arrival to San Carlos Island.

* Neutersol was developed by Pet Healthcare International, Inc. in the late 1990s.

Anyway, I answered all of the newbies' questions patiently.

'Yes, you will get shots into your dick and balls.

'Yes you will all have a physical examination, probably in a group.

'Yes, they were eventually going to have their dicks and balls cut off.

'Yes, men were going to have sex with them as only bottom boys.

'Yes, they were slaves to the Island now.

'Yes, they were earning credits for it by the day and would eventually be freed and rich.

'And yes, you could cum by having your ass fucked.'

"Whoahhh, cool!" Someone breathed, followed by a THUD from the back of the group.

Thus it began.

Petey had fainted.

This wasn't all that unusual, though. A few sniffs from the smelling salts, and he was coming around again. And as soon as he did, he scuttled backwards on the floor, like a crab, away from the rest of us. His dark eyes were wild, and he was trembling as he backed himself up against the far wall. It was really comical, come to think of it. I tried to ignore it to spare him further humiliation.

"OK, everybody take off all your clothes, shoes too. Any personals go in the lockers with the clothes. You won't be needing them anymore. Everyone here goes naked, as far as us slaves that is." Seeing the usual marked hesitation in the boys who were just standing there bewildered looking at each other, I added, "All new slaves will now strip! Everyone must strip naked!"

THAT set off some more discussion, which was typical. I answered their questions calmly, almost in a memorized script, as they disrobed and stowed their clothing in lockers there at the terminal. I was passing out the usual sandals, though, since the pavement can get pretty hot, when I noticed that Petey still hadn't taken his clothes off.

"Undress, ahhh…,?" I coaxed him.

"P-P-Peter," he squeaked, in a voice that sounded like cats dancing on glass. If this kid had been born in the 16th or 17th century, he certainly would have been in NO danger of being castrated for the sake of his singing voice!

"Take your clothes off, like everyone else, Peter," I repeated, and he just looked at me and shook his head. He looked to be on the verge of tears.

"Peter," I said again, "Let me remind you – you're a slave now. San Carlos Island, namely Mr. Ben Toeber, owns you. You have to do as you're told, or it could be very bad for you. Follow the rules, and it'll be very NICE for you. The sooner you get naked, the sooner we can get you all settled into your dorms and you can start enjoying the place."

"H-how can I enjoy it if you c-c-cut my d-dick off?" He squeaked again, which made some of the other boys laugh. Some of them seemed to be thinking the same thing, though, so I repeated myself on the part of the introduction about how good it was to be a nullo and get fucked. I could tell that Petey wasn't buying it, though. Finally, I had to threaten him with a forced stripping, and writing him up to be punished.

"Y-you b-beat kids here?" He said in a very low voice.

"Maybe," I wheedled. (Of course we DON'T beat the boys! How could you think that?)

Then, with an absolutely crushed look on his beautiful face, he began stripping. When he pulled his shirt off, there were tears on his cheeks and his lip was trembling. When he finally got his shorts off, I could see that his genitals looked perfectly normal – for a toddler, I thought. The last thing to come off were watch and necklace, and he started crying when I made him leave those in the locker. He didn't seem to believe me when I told him that he could have them back after his first year was up.

Don't look at the screen like that! We have to break them of all off-Island attachments, you know. After a year, they could have their personals back, and those what had them could even have family visits.

The next challenge was the application of the red slave collars. I'm sure you all remember those and what the color codes mean. They're quite stylish, in fact.

Most all of the boys accepted theirs, seeing as how my gold one got their attention when I produced their red ones. They were all pretty surprised to find that the collars were 'intelligent,' too. Needless to say, I had to put Petey's on him, and he didn't like it at all. He tugged at it, twisted it, tried to pull it over his head, but of course it wouldn't give. There was no way he could break it, and when he seemed to realize this, he started to cry AGAIN. Normally, I don't draw attention to this, and I tried to ignore it. It's a normal reaction, after all.

About then, Ben came in naked. Rather, Ben's huge erection came in (I'm sure he's on Viagra!), and Ben followed behind it!

Once again, a group of raging little erections popped up to salute him. The black boy, Tyrone, had a long fully curved boner, circumcised too, that was markedly curled upward so that the coronal head pointed to his belly button. I figured there would be no problem with this group (well, maybe one other, plus Petey). Ben greeted the boys heartily, giving some of them a jarring hug and a few kisses, as he ushered us out to the golf cart that would transport us back to the boys' hotel, stopping at the medical clinic along the way. Jack, Tyrone, and Tyler, would be handed over to Ronny, Dr. Knox who had come to the arrival lobby to see the new boys he will castrate. Kyle and Petey were to come all the way with me to the hotel. But upon looking back, we had four boys, not the five we just saw.

"We're missing one," I told Ben, and I knew it was Petey. "Computer, where's Peter?" I asked my collar.

"Peter McConnell is hiding in locker #13," the automated voice of Mr. Tsu, our IT resident and Hop Sing's dad, told me.

"Page him," I replied, and it did.

A moment later, and a very hysterical Petey was dashing out the front door and trying to hide behind a bush. Ben was howling in mirth. I was beginning to grow irritated. "Peter, you can't hide. Your collar has a GPS locator in it in case you get lost on the island. Now come HERE!" I said more firmly.

"There's a v-voice in this slave c-c-collar!" The bush squeaked in a very rough soprano.

"NOW, Peter," I repeated firmly. Ben laughed.

With head hanging, he shuffled over to me. A few of the other boys laughed, but not all of them. A look from me silenced them. "Time to get you settled in," I reminded him.

"I d-don' wanna," he whimpered, and I reminded him that he had no choice.

"Fine, you can walk then," I told him, "Or I can have security come and collect you?" (Ben was still laughing.) I then turned my back on Petey and headed for the cart. I wasn't walking with him, that was for sure! "Those scratches you just gave yourself look pretty painful, though. I bet we could fix them right up?" I coaxed him, not looking back.

I hadn't taken five steps, though, when I felt a small, warm hand tentatively slip into mine. For a little fellow, he had a hell of a tight grip as we all set off for the boys' hotel. He sat on my lap in the cart, buried his face in my shoulder, and just trembled as if freezing to death all the way there. Ben thought it was cute…

Once we arrived, I figured my problems with Petey were over. He'd have his own room until after orientation and training started, then he would have the option of sharing a room in the hotel if he wanted to. After all, I used to share a room with three other boys. We might be slaves, but we're not prisoners here. Besides, our collars always knew where we were, so if there were no boys in a dorm room, but too many in another, that was fine too. It's nice, sometimes, to have someone to sleep with – even if you CAN'T do much of anything with each other.

I showed Petey his room and how to activate the door, and showed him everything in there: online computer, World*Net TV, stereo system, video game center, the works. I figured he'd be thrilled. Newbies always are. But oh no…

"Y-you mean I have to s-stay here by m-myself?!" He stammered, and I explained to him that he'd eventually be allowed to sign up for a bigger room with roommates. But not yet. He then asked if he could leave the light on.

Petey was afraid of the dark. I sighed hard, but told him that was fine.

I then introduced him to the shower and began explaining to him about keeping clean – both inside and out. The idea of repeated daily enemas, though, almost sent him into a panic attack.

"B-but I HATE those! They hurt! The d-doctor g-gave me one, and I HATED it!" He howled, trying to head for the door.

But it wouldn't let him out until the system was triggered by water use. I HAD thought of that, after all, and patiently explained to him that if a client turned him in too many times for having shit on his dick after fucking him, that he'd be punished for it. He might even be sold off, and/or go broke on his contract if he didn't bring in enough income. The fact that he was going to be rich when he was freed didn't seem to phase him, though.

"Eight y-years," he whimpered in a rather pathetic voice. "So what if I got c-credits? I'll have no d-dick!" He covered his small genitals and turned sideways. Apparently, being naked in public was still bothering him.

"Peter," I repeated for like the fifth time, "You HAVE to get used to this. You don't have a choice," I reminded him firmly. "You can be happy here, or you can be miserable. The choice is yours. Trust me, I chose 'miserable' for a while, and it almost killed me. Now, if you want out of the bathroom, you have to get clean."

I then explained the red and green soaps to him, making sure he knew NOT to get the red soap on or in his hair unless he wanted to be bald, and bald for life. Recall that the red soap kills hair follicles. Sometimes we get a boy who uses it on his head, though, like Hop Sing. Mostly, that's the Asian boys; maybe it has something to do with them practicing Buddhism? I don't know…

The idea that Peter would never grow any hair on his body didn't seem to bother him, though. It seemed to be the one thing that didn't, however, as the enema nozzle scared him so bad I thought I was going to have call Dr. Knox! Then I realized that it was built for the average-sized boy, and I had to call for a smaller one to be sent up. After all, there was no way I was getting that plug up Petey's butt, and I think he knew that, too!

It wasn't easy getting the smaller plug-style nozzle up his tight little butt either, and it was painfully obvious for the both of us that Petey had never been fucked before. Once it was in, he just fought with it and I inflated it so he couldn't push it back out. He grunted and moaned, but it was obvious that he wasn't enjoying it. I then turned the solution on.

"SH-SH-HIT!" He gasped.

"That's the main idea, yes," I agreed. "Several times a day, in fact."

"Ohhh," He moaned, as I turned him on his right side so as to completely fill his colon with the warm cleansing solution. After several minutes of slow-flow, he was beginning to look like a pregnant girl! "P-please let me g-go!" He wailed, trembling despite the warm water and the fact that he was beginning to sweat.

"Not yet," I told him. "Now, it doesn't cramp you, does it?"

He shook his head.

"That's the formula. It's not designed to hurt you. It's not fun if it hurts, remember that, Peter," I told him, while he held the enema. After all, the plug wouldn't LET him pass it. When I finally did let him expel, it was clear that he was going to need several more to get him cleaned out. The kid's diet must have been abominable for him to smell so bad!

To make a long and traumatic story short, after much emotional carryings-on that we won't go into, I had Petey clean and more than ready for a nap. Most newbies need a nap after arriving, when the excitement (or in this case, panic) catches up with them.

Putting him to bed proved to be difficult, too, though. I should have known…

One of the first priorities for a newbie – and ESPECIALLY for someone like Petey – was to get him USED to having something up his butt. If anyone needed prepped and loosened up, it was Petey. While I was trying to figure out which drawer they had the newbies' training toys stashed in this time, I heard a squeal of delight for a change. I turned and saw him standing there in a white hooded bathrobe, the ones we're allowed to wear on chilly days or nights. He was actually smiling, and I didn't have the heart to tell him to put it back where he'd found it. Instead, I held up the smallest butt plug in the kit. Apparently, he knew what it was for and where it went!

Petey's eyes went wide (well, even wider than usual) and he tried to lock himself in the bathroom closet when I explained that he had to wear the butt plug 24/7 until he was trained. Lucky for me, the door didn't lock. The prepping harness in the kit did, though, and after I'd wrestled Petey to the floor and hiked up his robe, I sat on him while I shot some lube up his tight little hole and inserted the small plug. Hell, I wouldn't have even known that that plug was in me, if I'd had it in, it was so damn small! For Petey, though, it must have felt like having a tree trunk stuck up inside of him.

He cried out, he squired, he howled in agony and begged me to take it out. At least it sounded that way. Do you know how hard it is to put a training harness on a struggling boy with one hand? Finally, I got it in place and connected to the plug, then I cinched it down snug to his waist and got it all locked in place. Petey stopped struggling and just lay there, panting in defeat.

And of course, he started bawling again.

"T-take it out! P-please, S-Sander, sir, t-take it out of me! I dn-d-don't like it!"

I wondered if he stuttered all the time? Some clients like things like that though. We've got one boy who's a deaf mute, and while he can sign and he's smart as a whip, it turns some clients on to think he's totally clueless. (Trust me, he's not!)

I was also starting to realize how tired I was, too, after spending the last several hours with Petey. He didn't offer any resistance as I picked him up and tucked him into his new bed, either. He just squirmed and made faces, clenching and flexing his hole trying to get the plug out. He wasn't having any luck, either…

After getting him settled and telling him when dinner was, I got up to go. But a hot little hand had me by the wrist, and those wide, dark eyes were pleading with me.

"J-just stay 'til I g-go to sleep?" He begged me.

And since I was just too damn tired to care, I tapped my collar, clocked out, and just sighed again as he crawled into my lap and held onto me like I was a life preserver or something. The plug was obviously driving him crazy, too, because it took a while before he fell asleep. Even then, he didn't stop squirming.

The last thing I remember of that afternoon was Hop Sing banging on the door and yelling at us to come down to dinner, and almost spilling Petey out of my lap when I jumped up!

But it gets better, you just wait and see…

I've got a client now, but I'll be back later with the rest of the story.

Chapter 2
The Clinic

Chapter 3
Background

So, here we are again. Glad you decided to hang around and hear some more of the Petey story. And what a story it is! Just bare with me, if you will, since that last client I had was quite a time. He was huge! He was good, too, so I'm still just a bit scatter-brained. Normally I take a nap after a client like him, but like my friend Chris keeps telling me, I'm getting a bit old for naps.

I think that's where we left off. I was worn out with trying to get Petey settled into his room, and we both fell asleep. Of course, when Hop Sing started banging on the door (I guess we'd not heard the doorbell), Petey yelped and hid under his bed. I guess he thought we were about to be burglarized, or something. I swear, this kid was afraid of his own shadow. He was even scared of Hop Sing! Well, if you know Hop, maybe you should be scared of him!

Let me give you some background on Hop, first, in case you forgot about him. Or look here: Hop Sing's Story

He was sold to San Carlos Island when he was about ten or eleven – the usual age. The kicker with Hop, though, was that his father was blackmailed into selling him by the boy's 'Uncle John', a nefarious fellow by the name of John Wong. Incidentally, Wong also turned out to be Hop's dad's boss. Faced with the loss of his job, and having an oddly large family with four children, there wasn't a whole lot that Hop's dad could do.

It was all part of an elaborate plan to discredit Hop Sing's father, Tsu Chung Shin, but there was more to it than that. Mr. Tsu worked for HKS3, for short. They make security systems, and he writes the code that runs them. In fact, he designed and built the basis for our slave collars here on the Island. And that was why Wong, who turned out to be in cahoots with one Mr. Lester DelRay (I'm sure you remember that evil monster!), chose Hop's dad – he needed a plant, namely Hop's dad, to get onto the Island here and crack Ben's security system so that DelRay could have ME kidnapped.

Yep.

You read it right.

DelRay wanted ME, and since Ben wouldn't let him come here to 'rent' me, and Ben sure as hell wouldn't sell me to him, he and Wong pulled off the first (and so far, ONLY) successful kidnapping of a San Carlos Island Boy. Like I said, it's all at the link above. In short, Wong and DelRay played a bit rough, and it's quite possible that they've murdered a lot of boys. But we won't go into that. At least they won't murder any of the boys we rescued from DelRay, either – that's in the link above, too.

But back to Hop Sing. Now pay attention, this gets complicated.

He came from a family of four brothers, and he was the second son. Hop's whole family moved here when the Wong/DelRay ordeal made it far too dangerous for them to live anywhere else. That was after Hop had been sold to Ben, and we'd both been kidnapped. There were attempts on their lives after the HKS3 fiasco, so, in short, Ben moved them all here once he found out Tsu was behind it all. Sensible thing to do really – if the guy can crack your security net, HIRE him! In fact, Hop's mom is like our dorm-mother, seeing as how she insisted on having a job and that 'all of us boys' needed a mother-figure. (Don't think THAT wasn't embarrassing at first – having a lady around a community of naked nullos!).

Let's see now – An Dong is Hop's oldest brother, and already has a young son by his then-girlfriend, who also came here for safety. They live over in another part of the Island, but do come for frequent visits. So Hop also has a little nephew here now. Of course, he's intact. What kind of perverts do you think we ARE?!

Jie Kang was the youngest brother, and he was like four or so when they got here. We don't see much of him, as he's too young to know if he'd wanna be an Island Boy or not. Maybe in a couple more years… He just wears a red collar in case he gets lost, and besides, he doesn't get around the guests' areas often. Even if he did, and something happened, Hop Sing would just start kicking ass. Did I mention he's a martial arts genius? He damn near killed his first trainer here, too, but I'm digressing again.

Hop's other brother is Guo Jian, or Ji for short. Ji opted to go through training and become a nullo slave like the rest of us right after he got here, seeing as how he'd known he was gay since he was like eight or something. He's also a bit of a slut, but that's another story. He makes up for what Hop Sing doesn't do, I guess. Ji was thirteen, but not into puberty when he arrived. Of course, 'The San Carlos Cocktail' that we all ingest every day in our food kept THAT from happening until Ji could get cut. He's got no regrets about that, either. He loves being a nullo, and he's raking in the credits!

I should probably mention that, too. Hop Sing doesn't like sex with clients. He never has, and never will. He feels it's shameful, and I think he was probably a straight boy at the onset. Being forced into nullification was pretty rough for him, but he seems OK now. Like I said, he almost killed his trainer so Ben had to find something else for him to do – that or sell him. Fortunately, there's always the need for security guards! That, and the influx of traumatized boys we'd rescued gave Hop PLENTY to do with his spare time.

Now and then, though, Hop will get fucked. Mainly it's just for relief, seeing as how he's just like the rest of us – horny all the time and only one way to get relief from it. Good thing Ben had had a change of heart after our kidnapping, or Hop would have been sold off quick! He was losing money, after all, and you can't have a boy beating up clients. At his rate, he'd have NEVER paid off his contract or turned a profit for Ben. And Ben is all about profit.

Now that we have that all sorted out, in walks Hop Sing – tall, slim, tanned, built, nullo, and bald. I'm not sure what scared Petey the worst, but apparently, something about Hop did. It took a lot of coaxing to get him out from the under the bed, but Hop finally did it.

"Ready to head to the cafeteria?" Hop asked me, and I was. I was hungry, too, after all!

Petey just sat on the floor and stared at us. I think he was in shock. Pity he hadn't been further up on the schedule to visit Dr. Knox for his checkup. I think his first night would have been better spent in the hospital ward.

"Aren't you hungry?" Hop asked him gently. Thankfully, he hadn't said a thing about Petey's diminutive size.

Petey nodded almost imperceptibly, but as usual, something was bothering him.

"D-do I have to g-go n-naked?" He squeaked, clutching his white robe around himself. Petey squeaked a lot.

"Of course you do! No one wears clothes here!" Hop smiled at him, offering him his hand. Petey sniffled, and I knew he was getting ready to cry again. Hop just looked at me.

"He's terrified and confused," I offered. "We had a rough afternoon."

"I gathered," Hop agreed. "But he needs a good meal and a good night's sleep before he gets his exam and orientation. He's pretty far down on the list, and Dr. Ron's busy."

"Wh-what's a exam?!" Petey gasped, "D-does it hurt?"

"Maybe a bit at first," I offered, which didn't help. Hop had left the door open, and Petey bolted for it. Fortunately, Hop had quick reflexes and grabbed him before he got out the door. I mean, where did the kid think he was going?! He was on a ISLAND for God's sake, and it's a long swim to anywhere else…

"LET ME GO! LET ME GO!" Petey screamed. "I d-don't w-w-wanna be here! I d-don't w-wanna be f-f-freaks like you!" We get a lot of that comment from the newbies who end up here with no clue what's about to happen to them.

"Peter, in case you didn't notice," I told him, while Hop just picked him up like a sack of rice and hauled him out the door, "YOU have a penis and testicles. The rest of the boys here, in this part of the complex, DO NOT. That makes YOU the odd duck, not us."

Petey seemed to be thinking about that one.

"All the other boys you came here with will be there, too, unless they're already with the doctor being checked over. You'll see them, and while the other nullos might razz you some about being intact, it's all in good fun. No one is going to hurt you or be mean to you."

"Th-they'll make f-fun of me 'c-c-cause I'm little," Petey added.

"Yes, you're a tiny one," Hop agreed, which shocked Petey into being quiet for a bit. He even let Hop take his robe without a fight. That was a good sign. "And yes, they'll be some jokes made. But remember, it's all in fun. There's sort of a brotherhood here, and I had to learn that at first. Now, it could be rough at first, and there might be some mean things said. If there is, you just ignore it. Fighting will get you punished, and if someone is really giving you a hard time, he'll get punished."

"You s-stay with me?" Petey whimpered.

"And we'll be there," I rolled my eyes. "You can sit with us. We'll protect you." I paused. "It's part of my job."

"Well put," Hop nodded.

"Oh-OK," Petey finally whimpered, as Hop put him down.

He walked all the way to the cafeteria between us, and each of us was obliged to hold his hand. Hop didn't seem to mind it.

"I have a little brother, remember?" He reminded me, looking down at how Petey was walking. The plug was just making him crazy as he walked, and his tiny little dick was sticking straight out. "You plugged him already?" Hop asked me.

I nodded. "He needed it. I had to have a smaller enema nozzle sent up, you know. His butt hole is so tight, the tightest I've ever experienced. If anyone needs some loosening up, Peter does."

"In more than one way," Hop nodded, although he knew HE had NO room to talk. Hop was still pretty high strung, after all, and he hadn't had the opportunity to beat anyone up lately. I could tell he was in need of either a gentle client, or a go with BOB – the 'battery operated boyfriend.' (Ben has since changed his mind on the issue of sex toys in boys' rooms. Used to be, we weren't allowed them, so we'd be even hornier for guests. However, Ben started getting complaints about that, too, in that a lot of the boys were getting far too aggressive about getting a good fuck!)

"Is it t-true what the b-boys on the plane said? That y-you get f-f-fucked up the b-butt here?" Petey finally asked, as we headed across the complex.

"Yes, it is," I told him. "That's what it's all about. Rich men come from all over the world to have sex with nullos here."

"D-did my aunt and uh-uncle really g-get a m-million cr-credits for s-selling me?" Petey asked.

"Yes, they did, and so did you," Hop replied. "It's in a trust fund for you. You also get a percentage of the 50k/CR – per fuck – you get. Plus tips from clients. One day, my brother Ji made 300,000 CR, six clients, plus his tips, and one client even bought him a nice diamond bracelet from the gift shoppe."

"Th-they took m-my n-necklace," Petey sighed, and while it was obvious that he was quite upset about that, we didn't pursue it. If he wanted to talk about it, I was sure he would. But for then, Petey had enough to think about.

"Are… are they r-really g-gonna cut my… my d-dick off, an' my balls, too?" he added in a very shaky voice.

"What do you think?" I asked him. "We're both nullos. Have you seen anyone else here who's not?"

"N-no, but I d-don't want it cut off!" Petey sniffled. "I… I d-don't think I'll l-like having old guys f-fuck me!"

"Do you always stutter?" Hop asked him tenderly, pausing to bend down and put his hand on Petey's cheek. "In a way, it's kinda cute?"

"No," Petey said, "J-just when I'm s-scared."

"Don't be scared, Peter," I told him. "You may need some time to get used to being a nullo, and more time to get used to being fucked, but that's what your training is for. After you get examined by our doctor, you'll be assigned to a trainer for two weeks, maybe three, depending on how well you do. Once the trainer signs you off as ready, then you'll get to move into a new, permanent room with some other nullos. You'll have roomies to keep you company, all the special toys and games to do, and you'll all be nullos together, and you'll all be new. You'll always have friends that love you and you'll never be alone, not unless you want to be. In fact, you'll be safer here than anywhere else in the world. Isn't that right, Hop?"

"Very," Hop agreed.

"I… I don't know," Petey replied, touching his now-soft penis. "I'm so l-little, and what if a m-man h-hurts m-me?"

"That's what training is for. That's why you're wearing that butt plug, to get you loosened up and stretched out," I reminded him, as we walked up the steps towards the cafeteria. It smelled like we were having pot roast. I saw that Petey was licking his lips. He must have been hungry.

"NEWBIE!" Someone yelled as we walked in, and I thought that Petey was going to run. I was wrong, though – instead, he turned and plowed me, holding his arms up as he jumped. Before I knew it, I was holding him on my hip and he had his head buried in my shoulder. I could feel him shaking all over.

Then he screamed.

Right in my ear!

For some reason, Hop found that amusing. What a pal…

Looking back, I can't really blame Petey. The sight of all those naked nullos in their collars would probably be enough to scare the hell out of any intact boy. Add to that, that Petey didn't like all the attention directed at him, even if it was good attention.

"Boy, he really new!" Lewie exclaimed happily, smiling big, like always, as he gestured for everyone else to go away. "He scared, can't you see that?"

OK, short background on Lewie, or Lǚ Dòngbīn, as his full name goes: Lewie was brought here right after Hop was. One of Ben's Chinese contacts found him in some backwater of rural China. The boy was small, half starved, and not even sure of how old he was. Ben fell in love with him at first sight (trust me, he does that a lot!), and bought him. At that time, Chinese boys were (and still are) in HIGH demand here. But with China being the world's #1 super power economically and by sheer population, we don't get as many Chinese boys as you'd think. Ben's said it before, but it bears repeating: "The last thing we need here is another Caucasian nullo!" So, needless to say, Lewie and the other Chinese boys are kept very busy, all the time.

It's a good thing that we don't really have normal bowel movements here, given the repeated colon cleanings every day, because Lewie and the rest of them are so overworked that I doubt that their rectal sphincters function tightly any more! Of course, Lewis is a hyperactive little slut, so what would it matter?! In fact, in addition to being Ben's darling for several years running, he's probably the richest nullo on the Island right now. Ji's giving him a run for his money, though, but Lewie did have a head start.

"Poor little new guy," Lewie consoled him, giving Petey a pat on the back. "Wow, you tinier than me, and that say something!" Lewie joked. Petey didn't seem to get it, though. Lewie was still pretty small, though; I think near starvation in infancy probably stunted his growth, but good. Lewie would probably never reach full adult height.

"You come sit with Lewie and Keye, us Chinese boys take good of you?" he offered.

Hop just grinned. "I'll leave you to handle this?" He asked, as he went off to join his brother Ji and some other boys.

"Heya, Sander!" I heard my buddy Chris calling to me. "Whatcha got there? A tumor?!"

There was laughter, of course. I looked around, and saw a few of the other new boys sitting at a long table with a few of the locals. It seemed that they were being made to feel welcome, and I had to smile at that. The last thing I needed was a hassle with our newbies from the 'old pros'.

"You need to get that ugly thing cut off!" One of the nullos was saying.

"Yeah, you're better off without it!" Another agreed.

"I don't know," one of the newbies mumbled.

"The hell you need a dick for anyway?"

"Yeah, all you'd do is grow up and it'd get huge, and hairy, and ugly!"

"All that between your legs?"

"Yeah, I dunno how some men can even WALK!"

"Does it hurt?" Another newbie asked.

"Used to, but not now," The first nullo told him. After all, I couldn't see around Petey's head to see who it was. "Back in the day, they used to strap you down to a table in the Arena and just slice it off! No drugs, no nothin'! Then everyone was watchin', and a real orgy broke out! We seen a holovid of it once! Damn, man! Talk 'bout a fuck-fest!"

THAT crack made me feel funny inside. I mean, 'back in the day?!' What the fuck was THAT!? It wasn't all THAT long ago! Granted, I'm not ten anymore, but hell, it's not like I'm an old man!

"Now you get the Neutersol shots, and then Dr. Knox does it in surgery," the next nullo added. "You don't feel a thing!"

Lucky for YOU, I thought. Hell, I still have bad dreams about the Arena, sometimes.

"Yeah, I'm getting' mine cut off TOMORROW!" the new boy Kyle announced proudly, "I had the shots like weeks before I came here. They're dead anyways, so why keep 'em?" Personally, I thought that was a bit soon; this boy hadn't even been trained yet! I figured he must be a natural born slut, being so anxious to be castrated.

"You're gonna love being fucked once you're like us," one of the nullos told him. "Trust me!"

"Yeah, and it only takes a week or so in hospital before you can start training!" Someone else added. "I read somewhere that like centuries ago, it used to take a MONTH to heal up! Now the shots and rapid-heal gel just make it so fast, you're fuckin' almost soon as you're cut!"

"I d-don't like sh-shots," Petey cried in my ear. "P-please, S-Sander, I d-don't like it here? P-please don't let 'em cut mine off?" He sobbed, clutching at me again and nearly choking me.

I never thought I'd hear myself say it, but thank all that's holy for Lewie! He saved me on this one.

"Not like it here?!" Lewie exclaimed, "How can you NOT like it here? Good room, friends, all'a food you can eat, fuck all day, sleep all night in good bed! And money in bank! You get rich in nothing flat!"

Petey didn't seem to want to listen to him, though.

"C'mon, come eat with us! We tell you all about it!" Lewie pressed him, tugging at his leg. At that first touch, Petey just squeezed me tighter. It was obvious that he wasn't going to let go, so I joined Lewie and his friends at their table near the south end of the hall. Once I got us sat down, Lewie leaned over and kissed Petey's cheek.

Petey's face turned bright pink, but there was something about the… well… call it 'innocence' on Lewie's face. Perhaps that's the wrong word (surely it is!), seeing as how Lewie is as far from innocent as a boy can get. Still, you know what I mean. Lewie loved his life on the Island, and he wasn't about to let his version of paradise slide by some new boy without a fight. One thing Lewie was good at was talking, too. And the more he talked, the more Petey loosened up. He even let go of me and put his elbows on the table to lean closer to Lewie. He seemed fascinated by Lewie, too, and I wasn't about to interrupt that.

It turned out that we were having roast, and Herbert brought it out to us. (He's one of our cooks/servers. Herbert came from Austria when he was nine, one of the younger ones, and his white blond hair and pudgy build made him an instant hit with the clients. He also had the compulsive need to 'feed things'. I think he knew every member of the island's wildlife by name, and he was always getting yelled at for bringing stray critters home!)

"Vow, er ist a kleiner one," Herbert observed, as he served pot roast with all the veggies. Sometimes, Herbert tended to slip into German. What he meant was, 'Wow, he is a tiny one.'

"I'll have no one making fun of Peter because he's a midget," I declared firmly. "He's of the usual age, and he was sold, just like the rest of you."

"And any of you who don't agree can discuss it with ME," Hop Sing put in, which made a lot of heads look back down at their trays.

"Thank you, Herbert," I said, "How's business?"

What was I supposed to say?

"Ah, you know – nobody wants to fuck an old, fat teenager like me. You need some help, Zanter?" He asked. (He never could say my name right.)

"I could use a hand, yes," I admitted. After all, I needed at least ONE free hand to eat with!

So, between Lewie and Herbert and the rest of the gang at the table, we finally got Petey to eat. Herbert was feeding him at first, and I was reminded of An Dong's son, you know, Hop's nephew. We had to babysit him one night – and NO, we're not going there! We get enemas. Babies wear diapers. Enough said…

Anyway, it was kinda cute, though, the way they were all taking to Petey. But looking at Petey, how could you find it any other way? Petey WAS cute. I knew he was going to be a HUGE hit with the clientele – IF we could get him properly trained. San Carlos held so much for Petey. I just didn't want to see him blow it, as I almost had.

So for the rest of dinner, Petey sat on my lap and finally started eating by himself. Lewie and Keye and the others chattered nonstop about how good life was here, and I think Petey was actually listening to them. His eyes were very wide, though, and he frequently forgot to chew his food as he just sat and listened in rapt attention to them.

"An' it sucked, I only get fucked twice today," Lewie pouted, as Keye brought back the dessert course. It was fake chocolate mousse. (We don't get the real thing, only the fat-boys do. Recall that our diets are carefully balanced, and Herbert is a real pro at calorie/carb counting.)

"T-twice in ONE d-d-day?!" Petey squeaked, which made him squeeze me again. I almost spit my mousse all over him!

"Ribs, Peter," I reminded him, and he eased up some.

"My record be eight time in a day!" Lewie declared, "And Lewie still horny, and not a dick in the room!" Lewie declared. That habit of his of talking about himself in the third person was really annoying, too…

"And what's this, chopped liver?" A man's deep voice then asked, as we all looked up to see Ben Toeber coming in. He was naked, of course, and his prominent erection preceded him. As usual, Ben was obliged to bestow his usual bounty of hugs and kisses when he came in. It wasn't often that Ben came to our cafeteria, but when he did, there was no shortage of proof that he was very well loved. The thing about Ben, though (despite the fact that HE was the reason that we were all nullos), was that he gave back in kind what he got. Always remember this – do good by Ben, and you've got it made. Cross him, and look out! Just ask DelRay about that, IF you can find him!

Of course, Petey was instantly terrified of him.

Once we got Petey hauled out from UNDER the table (where I'm sure he'd had a very good view of some of nice, naked, smooth crotches!), we introduced him to Ben.

"He's so tiny!" Ben beamed at him, ruffling Petey's curly, long hair. I could tell Petey was trying hard not to cry. "I read that I'd acquired a midget, you know. Novel idea, don't you think?"

"I c-can't h-help it! … s-sir," he hastily added. Then he DID start to cry.

"Now look what you done!" Lewie snapped at Ben. Of course, LEWIE could get away with speaking to Ben like that. "Poor newbie all scared, then you come in shaking big dick at him like you do!"

"Well, maybe I should just hide it?" Ben suggested, as he pulled Lewie onto his lap. Lewie made a face that more than said he was in pure bliss as Ben lowered him down onto his lap. Of course, WE all knew where Ben's overly large cock was now hiding!

"Sit still and finish your dessert," Ben ordered him, as he reached over and patted Petey's hand. Then he nuzzled at Lewie's neck with his chin, which was sporting a short growth of goatee. Lewie squirmed and giggled.

Petey seemed stunned, but what else was new?

"Have you had your exam yet, son?" Ben asked him. "I know you haven't had your file photos taken yet?"

Petey just shook his head as he seemed to realize what was going on right across from him!

"Lewie, SIT STILL!" Ben snapped at the boy on his lap, pushing him down firmly and giving him a squeeze. "Can't you see I'm trying to talk to Peter?"

"Fuck an' talk at same time, man you talented!" Lewie joked, as Ben reached up and pinched Lewie's nipple – hard. Lewie squealed. Several of the other nullos laughed.

"Is y-your… is y-your…?" Petey gasped. "Are y-you r-really…?" He didn't seem to be able to say it.

"You mean am I sitting here with my cock up young Lewie's butt? Why, yes, I do believe I am?" Ben smiled.

Petey's eyes rolled up and he fainted, halfway through his dessert. Yep, facedown in the fake chocolate mousse…

"Ben, you are NOT helping," I sighed in resignation.

"You might as well take him to Ronny now," Ben suggested, "Poor little thing. Scared silly, is he?"

"Ya think?!" I gave Ben a look. Lewie wasn't the only one who could get away with it, you know.

"I'm sure Ronny can work him in, and give him something for panic. I see he ate well?" Ben asked.

"Yes, and it's only a matter of days until the drugs kick in and start making him horny," Keye added. "Then look out!"

"Speaking of," Ben nodded. "I think I'll take Lewie home with me tonight, as he was complaining so much about his workload today. I'd say complaints about my operation deserve some punishment, don't you, Sander?"

"I'd spank him," I suggested, "Then fuck his red little ass until he begs you to stop! Then I'd fuck him some more!"

"You would, IF you had a dick," Chris slapped my back, as he walked by with a few of our friends. They were all laughing, of course. Being a head shorter than me, though, Chris was still being a daily fuck-toy for the clients and didn't work a side job like Hop and I did.

Lewie just smiled and reached his arms back to try and hug Ben. It wasn't a punishment, and we all knew it. Then, in a display of strength and agility belying his years, Ben got up without dislodging Lewie, and held him tightly without even pulling out of him and strode out of the room.

Chapter 3
Newbie Nullifications

My arms were getting very tired by the time I got to the infirmary. I hate to say it, but I was pretty anxious to see Lewie safely sedated in a hospital bed for the night.

"Sorry, Sander," Dr. Knox told me, gesturing at a few newbies that were just being checked over by his nurse, Manfred. "Not all of them are fit to be released into population yet, and I've got to get prepped to cut a couple that just can't wait. You can feel free to leave him here, if you like, but you'll have to babysit him if you do." Then Ronny added, "I'm about to neuter three of the newbies you received today, you want to come and watch, have a look? Just put the small boy on one of the spare beds in the infirmary. I can sedate him if you want."

I groaned. "Well, yes, but don't knock him out too much."

"Here, let me give him something right now," the doctor said as I held the boy in my arms. He returned with a small hypo and injected the boy's arm, saying, "That tiny amount will keep the boy asleep for about an hour perhaps. Go put him away and come back here."

Relieved to finally see the boy fast asleep, I laid him down on the first bed in the infirmary, on top of the cover, saw he was sound, and returned to the adjacent clinic. When I stepped into the treatment room, I saw that the nurse had removed the enema tube from the middle boy, the black one, and the doctor was plugging his bum hole. Then he proceeded to the first boy, Jack to plug him and finally the third boy, Tyler had the doctor insert the plug into him. It was plain to see that all three were properly strapped down, exhibiting no sign of anything except each was experiencing his final boner ever though each was mildly sedated via the enema. But that will begin to wear off soon.

"Okay, these boys are all cleaned and plugged and ready for genital numbing. It's been a while since you've been here to watch this," the doctor said as I nodded in affirmation. Gazing at the three boys, I thought how ludicrous they looked with boners and balls between their legs. But all that was about to become history and I wanted to help them along.

The first injection was for Jack, and as Nurse Manfred swabbed the boy with alcohol, Dr. Knox took the syringe with it's one inch 24 gauge needle and stood between the boy's legs to administer the numbing injections of lidocaine 1% to anesthetize. Walking up to Jack and looking at him, I said, "You doin' all right? It's almost over for today," as the boy nodded. "Get ready for that first flash of pain, it'll be sharp, but you can take it. It's gotta happen this way," I added.

Nodding his head, Jack whispered, "I know, I'm ready for it."

The doctor took the boy's boner, all three inches of it and massaged it so he'd gain an even stronger erection, which he did within half a minute. It's easier to inject with a hard erection, the last one the boy will ever experience. With a dab of the alcohol-soaked cotton onto the head, the doctor gripped the boner, as I gripped the prone boy from behind clutching his jaw tightly with both my hands so he wouldn't yell out, while Doctor Knox was pulling the foreskin all the way back, saying, "Okay, here is the first numbing injection for Jack, into the top of the erection," as he aimed the needle directly onto the top center of the head, pushing it in about two millimeters, firmly pressing the plunger downward, and then encountering some resistance pushed the needle firmly further into the boy's erect member and was injecting 10ml, or about a third of the syringe into the now throbbing boner.

"Ahhhhhh,,, Ouweeeee,,," wailed the panting boy while I briefly relaxed my hold on the boy as the doctor continued the very painful injection pumping the numbing solution in. He pulled out slowly, completely as I let go of the gasping boy, his dick beginning to numb from the shot.

Then the doctor aimed for the left vas deferens. "And now into the scrotum, there we go," he said and as the needle pierced the scrotal sac, the fingers of his other hand isolated the threads connecting the left testicle to the body, and he began injecting only that. He pulled out and then did the same thing to the right side of Jack's scrotum. "There, we'll wait a bit for the lidocaine to take effect," the doctor added as the nurse handed him another syringe. He told me to get the next boy, Tyler, firmly erect, which I did by squeezing and rubbing his boner, smiling at the boy who didn't seem to mind the whole procedure. The nurse then took over, dabbing the alcohol on the boys dick, and the doctor followed with the needle to the head of Tyler's erection, and then the two shots to his scrotum.

Then we moved to the boy in the middle, the black youth, Tyrone, and as I stroked his four inch (10 cm) curved hardness that felt like a strawberry-topped hard banana, I gazed into the pretty boy's brown eyes and saw that he had the look of fear. "Don't worry, you'll feel that moment of searing pain, but it will quickly fade, it's okay, I'm here for you," patting his lovely black skin. "I'm afraid, I'm really scared now," the boy said. Manfred double checked the restraints and re-tightened the wide strap across the Tyrone's waist. Then I held him the same way I had gripped the others, while the alcohol was applied to be followed by the trio of shots to the boy's dick and balls. I said to him, "Get ready now, you'll feel that sharp jolt right about now." Doctor Knox gripped the curved banana and bent it downward towards him as he aimed the needle directly into the top side of the head. "Ready to inject Tryone, now, here we go," said the doctor, and with a steady, then deepening howl of a yelp coming for the crying, panting boy in temporary pain, he injected Tyrone's penis. The doctor pulled the needle out, as the boy was panting rapidly from the pain of it, and then the needle was aimed at the other, opposite side of the head, and the doctor repeated the injection there, as the boy let out a yelp again. Encountering some resistance, the needle was pushed in a little further while the plunger delivered its numbing liquid to the interior of the boy's penis as he yelled out "Ahhhhh!!!" in great pain. Then with two injections to the scrotum the first series of injections were all finished.

Next, the doctor took a small scalpel and approached the ten year old saying, "Tyler, I'm going to circumcise you now. This will help you keep clean over the coming few weeks, okay?" The boy nods as I held up his head so he could watch as the doctor took the excess skin from around the boner and pulled it upward (forward). He held it in his left hand while using the knife to swiftly cut the skin away to circumcise the boy rather loosely.

We then approached Jack and circumcised him, too. I actually enjoy seeing the procedure and helping the boys get through it. Every boy that comes to San Carlos is firstly circumcised as a matter of both hygiene and as a right of passage. The boy looses something at the very start, and learns that he is a slave to his elders by watching his own circumcision. Sometimes when Doctor Ronny is busy, he lets me do them, which I have cut many boys over the past few years as part of nullifying them. The amputated foreskins were placed on the counter in a tray to be documented and disposed of. We then approached Tyrone, who was already nicely circumcised, and hesitated as Doctor Ronny played with what little foreskin the boy had, which wasn't much. Sometimes a circumcised boy can be recircumcised just for the discipline, the principle of it, but not in this case as he was already quite tight.

Nurse Manfred then handed Doctor Knox the first of three syringes of Neutersol-P. This was for the penis, neutering all tactile and erectile nerve endings in the head, while leaving the nerves at the base of the root intact. It was the head that was effectively being neutralized. The next set of six syringes with Neutersol were destined for each of the six testicles of these soon to be castrated boys. Nurse Manfred handed the doctor the first of the three syringes for the penis, as we all stood at the table where Jack was strapped to. "Jack my boy, this first shot will permanently deaden the head of your penis now," the doctor says aiming the needle at the top of the head as I looked on by the top of the table. I held Jack's head up so he could see the long needle being aimed at the flared head of his boner, the last time he will ever see his erection. While Tyrone on the next table watched with bright eyes, the needle was inserted just a few millimeters as the doctor then squeezed the top of the device that was delivering the agent, then pushing the needle deeper into the head while squeezing more so the Nuetersol-P that immediately began to nullify his penis. As I continue to hold his head up, Jack could see the yellowish fluid being pushed out of the translucent syringe casing and into his diminishing erection. Then the doctor removed the needle and repositioned it to another part of the head and repeated the injection, applying the Nuetersol-P to effectively render it useless. It was a slow, steady injection and over in less than thirty seconds

"Okay, the penis is done," whispered the doctor as he held Jacks diminishing erection in his hand, watching it slowly go down. "Now we have the castrating injections for Jack," the doctor whispered as the nurse immediately handed Ronny the first of two syringes for the testicles. Unlike the previous injection into the vas deferens (the spermatic cord to each testicle), this needle goes directly into the testicle effectively killing its production of testosterone and sperms. For this injection, the doctor simply grabs the scrotum locking tightly the balls between the ring of his index finger and thumb, pulling firmly, tightly up on both balls. Everyone including Jack was looking at his balls in the doctor's hands, the needle with a syringe full of Neutersol resting on the tightened skin of Jack's scrotum. "Okay, castrating Jack now," he said as he held the device nearly vertical and pushed the large needle several millimeters into the testicle as he injected the entire syringe into the first, left ball as Jack looked down watching the fluid empty from the syringe into his testicle. The doctor pushed the needle in further to evenly distribute the fluid within the heretofore active male gland. That was immediately followed with another syringe for the second ball on the right. Pulling out, the doctor smiled and said, "Jack your done," and he walked to the second table, as I whispered, "Jack, it's all over, your nullification's begun." His erection had quickly subsided.

We stepped to Tyrone, still crying from seeing how unceremoniously Jack was neutralized. Gazing into my eyes for reassurance that only a nullo can give him at this point, I smiled, stroking the lovely boy's face and silky smooth chest and shoulders. I held the boy's head up so he can see the needle aiming at the flared-out head of his highly curved boner, a nice pinkish brown fully exposed mushroom atop an arching circumcised shaft. The needle penetrated and the syringe pushed to deliver the nerve deadening agent into the top of the boy's penis, then removed and inserted again deeper into the head to forever emasculate him, Tyrone biting his lip as he watched. Two more Neutersol shots through the scrotum and into his balls, and it's over for Tyrone. "It's forever done you'll be okay," I whispered.

The same three injections were done to ten year old Tyler on the third table who actually smiled at the prospect of being nullified, and in a matter of a few minutes, it was over for them all. Said the doctor, "Jack, Tyrone, Tyler, you are all finished with your treatments. You are no longer boys anymore, will never go through puberty, and are on your way to becoming nullified." I added, "You three have been effectively castrated just now."

Ronny continued, "The nurse and Sander will take each of you to the infirmary to rest, recuperate, and you'll be well taken care of and pampered for the coming days before you begin your training programme. I'll be seeing you tomorrow morning to check up on you, so have a restful night "

And with that, the nurse and I took each boy to the infirmary on a gurney, one by one, to let them sleep off the effects of what they went through. "How did they all go through it? I asked. The nurse replied, "They were all very good boys to treat today, no problems at all." After I put the last one to bed I looked over to Petey still half asleep, but awakening.

About then, Petey came to.

"D-don' leave me, S-Sander, p-please?" He started crying again, and for some reason, I felt this odd need to keep a hold of him. It was strange. A few minutes ago, I couldn't have waited to dump him and run. "I… I'm s-sc-scared!"

One look at the infirmary, though, and he was off to sobbing again, begging in his adorable stutter between gasps to not let them cut his dick off yet.

"I guess I'll take him back home with me, Doctor," I admitted in defeat, but we didn't quite make it. I live in the penthouse of the boys' hotel, after all, along with some friends. And despite the fact that we have an elevator, I just wasn't up to it. Besides, there was the outside chance that Petey might jump!

So it was that I took him back to his temporary single dorm room and put him to bed. If you'll recall, I said he never even stopped moving, even when he was asleep.

THAT was an understatement.

Petey begged me to sleep with him, and held onto me all night. It was hours before he drifted off, and to top it off, he had nightmares.

When morning came, I looked like I'd gone a round in the S&M wing. I had bruises all over my side, and I hadn't slept more than an hour straight all night long.

"'You look like shit,'" isn't the best morning greeting to have, you know, and to top it all off, my collar notified me that I was booked for a client right after breakfast.

"It's gonna be a LONG day," I sighed, as I escorted Petey down to the infirmary again.