We land and file into the terminal. A woman with a clipboard meets us. “Welcome to San Carlos Island, boys,” she says. A man is with her. “You boys will come with me,” she says. “Ryan,” she gestures toward the man with her, will take your fathers for their orientation. Come along, boys.”

She takes us through a door into a locker room. “All right boys. Take off all your clothes and put them in the lockers. Beyond those doors,” she points to the doors on the opposite side of the room, “no one wears clothes on San Carlos Island, not even staff. Besides, you all need shots before we let you mix with the others on the island.”

I raise my hand and say, “I’ve already had mine.”

“What’s your name?” she asks.

“Kyle Lantz,” I say.

She looks at her clipboard. “You’re right,” she says. “You won’t need shots, but we still need to check you out. Take off your clothes, too. No one wears clothes here.”

“Aren’t you going to leave first?” a boy asks her. “I don’t want to get undressed in front of a girl.”

“You’re not going to wear clothes while you’re on San Carlos Island,” she says, “so you might as well get used to it. Get them off, all of you. Hop to it, boys.”

“Fuck,” says Jack. “I didn’t know we’d have to go naked. Is this some kind of nudist club or something?”

“Something,” I say, grinning. I didn’t know we’d be naked all the time, either, but considering what kind of place San Carlos Island is, it makes sense.

Around the room, boys start taking off their clothes. Most of them are wearing shorts, t-shirts, and sandals or sneakers. Jack pulls off his shirt. “Aren’t you getting naked?” he asks me. I haven’t taken off anything but my shoes yet.

“In a minute,” I say. I think the sight of my dick and balls will probably freak him out, and I’m trying to think of something I can say to explain them.

While he takes off his shorts, I pull off my t-shirt. He stands there in his white briefs, covering his crotch with his hand. “What’s the matter?” I ask.

He leans over and whispers, “I have a boner.”

I laugh. I’ve already noticed that half the boys in the room have boners. “You’re not the only one,” I say, pointing out some of the other boys.

“Do you?” he asks. “Is that why you haven’t taken off your shorts?”

“No, I don’t have a boner,” I say.

“Take off your shorts, then,” he says.

“You take off your briefs first.” He pulls them off. He definitely has a boner. It will probably be his last one. If he gets the same shots I did, it will.

“OK, you,” he says.

I pull my shorts and boxers off with one motion.

“Mother fucker,” he says, when I’m naked. “Your dick is tiny. No wonder you didn’t want me to see it.” He looks around. A few other boys heard him and are looking our way. “I’m sorry,” he says. “I didn’t mean to embarrass you.”

I look down at my crotch. I have a dick, but it’s hiding in a tube of foreskin. “It’s OK,” I say. “I told you I wanted it cut off.”

In a few months, this is what yours will look like, I want to say. If they haven’t cut it off before then.

They call my name first. I go into a treatment room. Another woman is there. She’s naked, the first woman I’ve ever seen naked. I can see her pussy beneath the hair covering her crotch.

“Hop up here and let me take a look,” she says, patting a treatment table. She skins back my foreskin until she finds my dick and rubs my balls between her fingers. “Nicely done,” she says. “We’ll schedule a cutting for you tomorrow. You’re ready.”

“When are you going to cut the others?” I nod toward the door.

“In about a month,” she says. By then, their testicles will be destroyed.”

After she’s through with me, I go out through another door into a different waiting room. When the first boy comes out, he’s clutching his balls and crying. “What’s the matter?” I ask.

“She gave me a shot in my balls and in my dick,” he says. “It hurts.”

“Did she tell you anything?” I ask.

“She just told me to come out here and wait,” he said. “Oh, oh, oh, it hurts.”

Four or five boys later, Jack came out holding his balls. “Ow, it hurts,” he says. “Did she shoot you in your balls?”

“No, I already had the shots,” I say.

I can see the realization of what had just been done to him dawn in his eyes. Reaching down, he grabs my balls and squeezes them. “Is that what happened to you?” he asks. “Did you have the same shots?”

“Yeah, did she shoot up your dick, too?”

“Yeah,” he says.

“You can’t get it hard, can you?”

Oblivious to the other boys in the room, who watch and listen, he strokes his dick. After a minute or two he gives up. His dick remains limp.

“No, I can’t,” he says.

“You’ve had your last boner,” I say. “In a couple of months yours will look like mine, if they haven’t cut it off before then.”

“What do you mean, cut it off?” he asks.

“We’re all going to be nullos,” I say. “I’m getting cut tomorrow. The rest of you will be in a month or so.”

“But, why?” he asks.

“Your father sold you to San Carlos Island. We’re to be fuck slaves for the next four years. But, it’s not so bad,” I add. “I get a million credits once I fulfill my contract. You probably do, too, and I meant it, when I told you I wanted to be a nullo. And you’ll like being fucked, too. You said you’d probably let Tommy – or whatever his name is – fuck you. Here, you’ll get all the fucking you want.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks. “You knew it, didn’t you? You knew what was going to happen to me in there, didn’t you?”

I nod. “They made me promise not to tell anyone; besides, it wouldn’t have done any good. Your dad had already sold you. They were going to do it, whether you wanted it done or not.”

“Are my balls really going to die?” he asks.

“Yeah, are our balls going to die?” chimes in another boy.

“If they shot them up, they’re as good as dead. You can feel mine, if you want. They’re just hard little peas, now.” A couple of boys came over and felt mine.

As other boys come into the waiting room, each is told his balls are as good as dead. Most of them don’t believe it at first, not until they come over and have a feel of mine. I tell them I had the same shots a few months ago.

A couple of boys want to beat me up, but Jack says, “It’s not his fault. They did him, too.”

“Are we still friends?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” he says. “You should have told me. If you were really my friend, you would have told me.”

“What good would it have done?” I say. “We had fun, didn’t we, back in the airport at home and on the plane? How much fun would you have had, if you had known you were to be castrated? If you should be mad at anyone, you should be mad at your dad. Isn’t he the one, who should have told you?”

“I guess,” he says. He feels his balls. “Are they really going to die?”

“Yeah,” I say. “They shot them up with Neutersol. They’re as good as dead.”

“And, are they really going to cut everything off?”

I nod. He starts crying. I put my arm around him. “You’ll get used to the idea,” I say. “They’re no good anymore, anyway.” I wag my dick. “Look, this isn’t good for anything. I can’t even piss without getting wet. I’ll be glad to have it cut off. It’ll be cool to be nullos. Just wait. You’ll see.”

“I don’t know,” says Jack. “I couldn’t wait until I was able to shoot. Now, I don’t guess I’ll ever be able to.”

“No, none of us will,” I say, but we’ll gain more than we’ll lose. Wait until you get fucked the first time. There’s nothing like it. I KNOW it’s better than being able to shoot.”

“What if I wasn’t queer?” he says. “What if I didn’t like to suck cock or anything like that?”

“I’ll bet every boy in here is queer,” I say. “I’ll bet every boy in here has fooled around with another boy.” I don’t know where that came from, but that’s what I think. Maybe it’s because I knew I was queer and Jack, the only one of them I’d talked to, was queer, too. I speak to a boy standing beside Jack. “How about you? Have you had sex with a guy?”

“With my father,” he says. “He fucks me.”

“Do you like it?” I ask. He nods.

Years ago, it was against the law for an older man to have sex with a kid, but of course, it isn’t now. A man owns his kids until they’re sixteen. Short of killing them or maiming them – having their genitals cut off isn’t considered maiming – he can do anything he wants with them. He can fuck them or sell them like our fathers had us; but if a kid is sold, he’s freed before his seventeenth birthday. That’s why my contract is for four years. Some of these younger guys might have longer contracts.

I ask several of the other boys standing around. They’ve all had sex with men or boys. A few have just jacked off with their friends, but most have either been fucked or sucked a dick or two. The ones I ask have been playing with their peckers for as long as they can remember.

Most of them are still sad they’ve been neutered, but one boy says, “I’m glad. I never liked my dick; and I hate having balls.”

“I’m glad, too,” says another. “I don’t like mine either.”

Turns out, after they’re over the shock of what has just happened, about half the boys in the room are either glad they’re to be nullified, or at least the prospect of it doesn’t bother them. I don’t know that I wanted it before I had the shots, but I do now.

A door on the other side of the room opens. Four people enter. At first, I think they’re girls, but I quickly realize that I’m seeing nullos for the first time. Each of them started life as a boy. Now, each is a nullo. They’re beautiful.

“Hi,” one of them, a tall, blond, nullo says. He has a collar around his neck. “My name is Sander. I’m a member of the staff, but I started out as a slave just like you. We’ve been listening, so we know that you’ve found out that you’ve all been neutered; and it’s true that you will be nullified just like we have been.”

He places one hand on his crotch, and points to the other nullos with the other. “I know some of you are upset and feel you’ve been betrayed, and in some ways, I can’t blame you. I felt betrayed by my father, who, by the way, was my first client.

I don’t regret being nullified. I love being a nullo, as I think all of you will be. No boy, man, or woman, enjoys sex as much as a nullo does, but if, when you’ve finished your contract, you don’t want to have sex, they’ll give you a shot that will counter the hormone shots you’ve just been given, and you will have zero interest in sex. Few ever choose that, because sex as a nullo is great, but it’s there, if you want it.

You were injected with a synthetic hormone. It’s going to make you horny as hell, but your dicks no longer work, so the only way you can get off is to get fucked.

You will have trainers assigned to you. Trainers are boys with cocks and balls. Most of them have large cocks, seven or eight inches long. They will teach you how to service clients, and they will teach you by fucking you and having you suck their cocks.

Never, and I repeat, never spit out a client’s cum. Always swallow it. For those of you, who haven’t sucked cock, it’ll taste a little strange at first, but I think you’ll come to like the taste of it. But, I’m getting ahead of myself. Your trainers will teach you all you need to know.

I encourage all of you to experiment amongst yourselves. I know your dicks don’t work.” He looks around and laughs. “They aren’t proper dicks, anyway, as small as they are. You’ll find strap-on dildos in your rooms. Play around with them. Take turns fucking each other. The more your asshole is stretched out by the time you begin your training, the more fun your training will be. The dildos are graduated in size, so you can start with a small one and work your way up.

There’s an enema machine in your bathrooms. Get in the habit of having one before engaging in sex. If a client ever complains of getting shit on his dick and asks for a refund, you will be fined whatever he paid for your services. Too many fines, and you won’t have anything coming at the end of your contract.

But, if you treat a client right, he’ll tip you. At the end of their contracts, many nullos have made more from tips than their contracts have paid them.

Like I told you, I started as a slave myself, as did my friends here. I had problems adjusting, and at one time I was in danger of being sold to a brothel. Don’t go there. Being sold to San Carlos Island was the best thing that ever happened to me. I think you’ll find it is for you, too.

If you’re sold to a brothel, your contract is voided. You’ll get nothing when you’re freed. You’ll find, too, that the clientele of a brothel are nothing like ours.

Our clients are screened and can only visit San Carlos Island after receiving an invitation. Any client that sadistically hurts his nullo forfeits a substantial deposit and is never again allowed on the Island.

Treat your clients right, and they will treat you right. Many will fall in love with you. Some will even want to pay off your contract and adopt you. We rarely allow that, and only if you agree to it – as long as you’re making us money that is. If you’re not, we’ll sell you to the highest bidder.

Does anyone have questions?

Several boys raise their hands. Sander points to one. “Did it hurt when they did it?” he asks.

“When they nullified me?” Sander asked. The boy nods.

“It hurt like hell, but that was a long time ago. That was before boys were given the shots you just got. I was nullified without anesthetic in the arena. We no longer do that.

By the time you’re nullified your balls and dick will have shrunk up, and your balls will be dead. You’ll go to sleep and wake up a nullo.

With the application of the healing machines and medicine we have here on San Carlos Island, you’ll be healed in a week, two at the most.

As you can see, I don’t even have a scar where my dick and balls used to be.

Any more questions?”

“We we ever see our families again?” a boy asks.

“For most of you, your contract will run until just before your seventeenth birthday. It depends on the contract your father signed, but most are in effect until then.

After you’ve been on the Island for a year, your family can visit. A part of the Island is set off for that purpose, where you can visit your family without their coming into contact with clients. That’s the one time you’ll be allowed to wear clothes. At all other times, you will be naked. Personally, I hate to wear clothes. I think all of you will soon feel the same.

Some of you will see your fathers sooner. Some of your dads have paid to be your first clients.”

“Did mine?” I ask.

“What your name?” asks Sander. When I tell him, he says, “I don’t know, Kyle. I don’t think so, but he might request you before you’re ready to service clients. Some decide to make that request after they’ve returned home and had a chance to think about it. You’d be surprised at how many fathers, who would have never fucked their sons while their sons were still boys, can’t resist the chance to fuck them after they’re nullos.”

He answers some more questions, but I’m not listening. I’m thinking about my father. Do I want him as my first client?

They take us to our assigned rooms. I ask to switch with the boy that has the room next to Jack, and they let me.

Once in my room, I can’t believe all the shit that’s in it. A big screen TV covers one wall. I have my own Playstation9 and my own computer. Alex, the nullo, who takes me to my room, says, “Tell the computer your name.” I do, and he says, “Your room is now programmed to your voice. Only you or one of the staff can open your door. Just say open, and it will.”

He shows me the bathroom and how to use the enema machine. He tells me to sit down on it and use it. “Can’t have you going around full of shit,” he says. “Never can tell, you might want to play games with your friend next door; and I’m not talking about video games.”

Once I’ve had the enema and a quick shower, he opens a drawer and shows me the strap on dildos. “You’re cute,” he says. “If I had time, I’d strap one on and demonstrate it on you.”

“I wish you would,” I say. “I’m so fucking horny. Usually, by this time of the day, I’ve already been fucked a couple of times.”

He grins. “I know how you feel. Go see your friend next door. He has some dildos in his drawer. Let him try one of them on you, and if you can talk him into it, use one on him. You’ll probably have to start him out with one of the smaller ones, but I take it you’ve had some good size dicks up your hole.”

“Seven inchers,” I say.

He opens his eyes wide. “I’m impressed,” he says. “You’d better get what fucking you can in tonight. You’re getting cut tomorrow. You won’t be able to fuck for a week or two.”

“That long?”

He nods. “Take care,” he says, “and welcome to San Carlos Island. I think you’re going to like it here. You have the right attitude.” He leaves, shutting the door behind him.

I take one of the dildos out of the drawer, one about seven inches long. Finding some lube, I smear the dildo with it and stick it up my ass. God damn! It feels good. I’m surprised how much like real dicks they are. I start to fuck myself with it, but decide I’d rather have Jack fuck me. If he won’t, I can always come back and do myself.

I press his door buzzer. “Who is it?” I hear through the speaker.

“It’s me,” I say, “Kyle. Can I come in?”

The speaker is silent for a long minute, before I hear, “OK, just a minute.”

When he opens the door, his eyes are red. I can see he’s been crying.

“What’s up?” I say.

He shrugs. “Nothin.”

“Aren’t our rooms cool?” I say pointing to all the electronic shit.

He shrugs again. “I guess.”

“What’s the matter,” I ask.

He starts bawling. “I miss my mom. I miss my dad. Shit, I even miss my sister. I won’t get to see any of them for a whole year, and I can’t even jack off. I’m so fucking horny, and I can’t even jack off. It’s driving me fucking crazy, and I can’t do anything about it.”

“Your body isn’t used to the hormone yet,” I say. I was like that at first. I was sticking stuff up my ass all the time. It gets better. You’re still horny all the time, but it evens out some. What you need is a good fucking. Hell, I need a good fucking.”

“I don’t know,” he says. “I looked at the dildos, but even the smallest one looks awfully big.”

“Big – shit!” I say. I’ll bet you’ve shit bigger turds than that.”

He shrugs. “I guess, but still…”

“Have you had an enema?”

“Yeah, he made me take one.”

I go to his drawer, taking out the smallest of his dildos. “This isn’t big,” I say.

“Looks fucking huge to me,” he says.

I rub some lube on it. I don’t put it into the harness yet. “Lie down and raise you legs.”

“I don’t know about this,” he says.

“Do you want to get off, or don’t you?”

“Fuck. I want to,” he says. “I wish I could jack off, though. Maybe, you could give me another blowjob.”

“You wouldn’t even feel it,” I say, “and you sure as hell wouldn’t get off. The shot they gave you kills all the nerves in your dick. You wouldn’t feel nothing. Now, lie down and raise your legs. I god damn guarantee you, you’re going to like it.”

He lies back on his bed, spreading his legs, sliding his feet up close to his ass, his knees pointing toward the ceiling. I see his pink hole. It cute as all get out, but one glance tells me he’s never stuck nothing in it. It’s a tight son of a bitch.

I cup his butt in my hands, raising it off the bed and lick his asshole. I’ve never done that before, but guys have licked mine, and I like it. I like it a lot. “Oh, oh shit,” he says. “That feels fucking good.”

Instead of answering, I try to push my tongue into his hole. He squirms, rotating his hips. I look up at his face. He has his eyes closed, the tip of his tongue exposed at the corner of his mouth. I watch him lick his lips.

I stick my middle finger in his ass, past the first joint, the second, until it’s all the way in. He’s humping my finger. I try working a second finger into his hole. It takes a while, but I soon have my forefinger and middle finger in his hole. He’s moaning now.

Taking out my fingers, I kiss his hole an reach for the dildo. It meets some resistance. He says, “Uh.” I know it hurts him a little, but he doesn’t tell me to stop. It slides all the way in. I pull it almost all the way out and slide it in again. “Yes,” he says, “yes.”

I leave it inserted in his ass. “Just lie still,” I say. “I’m going to put on the harness.”

“Hurry,” he says.

As I jump off the bed, I see that he’s squirming, clenching his asshole around the dildo. I shouldn’t have worried. He’s going to like fucking. I don’t doubt that in the least. Nothing like a good fucking to make him forget home.

I fumble with the harness but finally get it on. I lie back down on the bed. He groans when I pull the dildo out of his ass. “Hurry,” he says. “I want it.”

After screwing the dildo onto the harness, I stick it back in his ass and begin fucking him. I’ve never fucked anyone before – not that way, anyway – but I’ve been fucked enough to know what to do.

With my hands around his butt cheeks, I ram the dildo into him. He squirms, rotating his hips as I do. “Yes, yes, yes,” he says, quicker each time. “Uh, uh, uh.” Then, he screams and collapses onto the bed. His eyes are closes, his mouth is open, and he’s panting.

I continue to fuck him, but very slowly, taking forever to slide the dildo out then back in, watching his face as I do. Nothing in it tells me he wants me to stop.

Soon, he’s moaning again, “Faster,” I hear him say. I speed up. He’s lifting his ass off the bed, meeting me as I ram the dildo deep into him.

He climaxes again, collapsing back onto the bed. I continue to fuck him slowly, but he shakes his head. “I…” he takes several breaths. “I…I…I can’t take anymore,” he says.

I stop and start to pull it out, but he says, “No! Don’t take it out, but don’t move either. Just lie on top of me with it in.” He seems to take a breath between each word.

I lie down on top of him, kissing him on the side of his mouth. I don’t kiss him on the mouth, because he has it open and is breathing through it.

We lie there for a long time. I don’t know how long, but I’m about to doze off. I hear him whisper, “I love you.”

“I love you, too,” I say, kissing him again, this time on the cheek.