“Dad, I’m not mad at you for selling me or letting me be castrated.” We were walking into the waiting room to take a chartered flight to San Carlos Island. “I realize now what a great thing you did for me. I’ll be rich, and I’m glad I don’t have balls any longer.”

Actually, I still have balls, little dried up peas, but they stopped working months ago. They no longer make testosterone or the other shit balls make. They certainly won’t ever make babies.

They’ll soon be cut off, anyway, along with my dick. Soon after arriving at San Carlos Island I’ll be nullified. I’ll be a nullo. I can’t wait.

Several boys at my school have been castrated since Congress passed the tax cut for parents of castrated boys. My best friend, Sam, and his brothers have been, and seeing the difference it made in Sam and some of the other boys at school, I think all boys should be.

I’m not like them, though. They’re eunuchs. I’m going to become a nullo. What’s the difference, you might ask? Nullos have everything removed, cocks and balls. They’re left smooth with a pee hole between their legs.

Another difference is: eunuchs have little sex drive. Nullos – at least, San Carlos nullos – are horny all the time. They implant a long lasting, synthetic, hormone under our skin that makes us as horny, as if we were LOADED with testosterone, but that doesn’t turn us into adolescents like testosterone does. I won’t ever grow a beard or grow body hair, which is fine with me.

I must admit that I’ve become a little slut since Nurse Appleby killed my balls and dick and injected me with the hormone. I’ve seduced my best friend’s father – well, he came on to me, actually – several of the boys at school that haven’t been castrated, and even a couple of my teachers.

I’ve even tried to seduce my own father, but although I know I turn him on – I can see his hard cock pressing against his pants – he always tells me to go to my room. He never comes in there anymore. I think he knows what would happen, if he did.

No two ways about it, I like – no, I love – being fucked, and the bigger dick the man has, the better.

My friend, Sam, was the first to fuck me, but Sam has only a five inch cock, and before he was castrated, was too quick on the trigger. He never made me cum until after he was castrated and could last longer.

I only let him fuck me once after he was castrated; I had promised him that one. His dick is just too small. After having his father’s seven inch cock, Sam’s five incher didn’t do much for me.

Luckily, Sam no longer has much interest in sex. I don’t think he’s jacked off for a couple of weeks. When he had balls, he jacked off five or six times a day, and I don’t know how many blowjobs I’ve given him, but I sucked him off sometimes two or three times a day.

Although he’s only a few months older than me, he went through puberty two years ago. I still hadn’t when my balls were shot up; and of course now, I never will.

I was always pissed because I hadn’t, but now I’m glad. If I’d started puberty, I wouldn’t be going to San Carlos Island and I wouldn’t, in four years, be a millionaire. That’s right: when I serve out my contract, I’ll be paid a million credits. Does it matter that I’ll be fucked by rich guys? I’m going to be a whore, but I’m going to be an expensive whore. It will cost my clients 50,000 credits to spend a night with me.

A few other fathers are waiting for the plane with their sons. We’re early. I was so eager to go, I kept bugging my dad, until he gave in and called a taxi to take us to the airport.

I look at the other boys. I’ll be thirteen next month and I’m probably the oldest; but I’m small for my age, and a couple of others are my size. Most of them look about ten, which I’ve learned is the age of most boys recruited to be San Carlos Island slaves. After all, usually boys my age are well into puberty.

Looking at them, I realize why Billy Aarons, Sam’s younger brother wasn’t accepted. Every one of them is beautiful. They aren’t cute. They’re beautiful. Billy is a cute kid, but he isn’t beautiful.

Sam wouldn’t have made it either, even if he had been castrated before puberty, which turned him into a gangly adolescent. He was kind of half way cute as a kid, but he wasn’t beautiful by a long shot.

I’d always thought I was ugly, but every man I’ve let fuck me tells me how beautiful I am. Even Sam’s dad, after he fucked me, told me I was beautiful, and looking back, I remember how he looked at me, whenever I was over at their house.

My dad looks at me the same way, but he won’t fuck me, even though I’ve made it plain I want him to. At least, if I haven’t made it plain, it isn’t because I haven’t tried.

We check in at the counter. “Oh, yes, Sam Aarons, the agent says. He leafs through a folder with my name on it. “I see you’ve already had the first procedure, Sam, and have been filled in on what else will happen on the island. How have you adjusted to the idea of being castrated and becoming a nullo?”

“Fine,” I say. “Best thing that ever happened to me.”

“Good,” the man says. “Please don’t say anything to the other boys, though. You’re the only one out of this group that was given the first procedure. The rest of them are still boys and don’t know they’ve been sold or will be nullified once they get to San Carlos Island.

We only do the first procedure this side of the island on boys that are in danger of reaching puberty before we can work them into the next training program. For the rest, we find it’s better to wait until they’re on the island for them to find out they’re about to become nullos. It’s for their good. It saves them a lot of anxiety. So, please don’t say anything to them.”

“OK, I won’t.”

“Promise?” he says.

“I promise.”

“Good,” he adds, “because if you do, you’ll be fined 50,000 credits. It’ll come off what you’ll be paid once you fulfill your contract.”

“I said I promised.” He smiles and hands my dad and me our tickets.

While my dad reads a magazine, while we wait for the plane, I look around the room at the other boys. I grin to myself. None of them know they will soon to be nullos. I try to imagine how I’d feel if I went to San Carlos with my dad, thinking we were going on vacation, only to find out he’d sold me, and I was to be nullified and become a fuck toy for rich men.

I remembered how pissed I was to find out the trip to the doctor’s office was to have me castrated. Of course, by the time I knew, my balls had already been shot up and were dying. It’ll probably be the same for these kids. They’ll shoot up their balls first then tell them they’re going to be nullified.

I guess that’s better. Once I realized my balls were dead, the idea of having them cut off wasn’t a big deal.

I see a kid about my age – about my size, at least. “Be back in a minute,” I tell my dad. He just grunts.

“Hi,” I say, walking up to where the kid sits with his dad. “I’m Kyle. What’s your name?”

“Jack,” he says.

“Want to go look at the planes?” I ask. I don’t give a shit about seeing the planes; I just want to get him alone to find out how much he knows. Oh, don’t worry. I’m not going to tell him his balls will probably be dead or dying by tonight.

“Sure,” he says. “All right, Dad?” he asks.

“OK,” his dad says.

“We might play videogames, too,” I say. They have Playstation9s here.”

His dad looks at his watch. “OK, be back in an hour, though.”

Jack says, “OK,” and we head off.

“Are you excited about going to San Carlos Island?” I ask.

“Shit, yes,” he says. “My dad says it’s really cool. We won a free vacation, just my dad and me. I have an older sister, but she can’t come. My mom can’t either. It’s gonna be so cool.”

“Did you go into their office for a physical or anything?” I ask.

“No,” Jack says, “but some guy came to my house to examine me.” He looked around and bent his head over close to mine. “He made me take off all my clothes, and he felt me up. He even jacked me off. He said he had to be sure I hadn’t started puberty.”

“Did you shoot?” I ask.

“Nah,” he says. “I can’t shoot none. It sure feels good, though. Don’t you jack off?”

“I used to,” I say.

“Don’t you anymore?”

“Nah,” I say, “I like getting fucked better.”

“You let other boys fuck you?” I watch his face to see how he takes what I’ve just told him.

“If their dicks are big enough,” I say. “I let men fuck me, too.”

“My friend’s older brother makes me suck his cock,” Jack says.

“Do you swallow his cum?” I ask.

He nods. “He makes me. Have you ever, you know, sucked cock?”

“Yeah,” I say.

“Do you swallow it?”

“Sure,” I say. “He never fucked you?”

“No, he just makes me ‘n his brother suck his cock. Do you like the taste of it?”

“It’s OK,” I say. “Do you?”

He shrugs. “It ain’t so bad. I threw up the first time he made me swallow it, but I kind of like the taste of it, now. Jeremy – that’s my friend – and I suck each other off, but neither of us can shoot. I don’t know why I’m telling you this, but I guess if you let guys fuck you, you won’t hold it against me that I’m queer.”

“Are you queer?” I ask.

“Yeah,” he says. “I’ve known since I was little I was queer. I love looking at other kids’ dicks. Jeremy and I have been playing with each other’s dicks for as long as I can remember. If you want to, we can go into the bathroom and jack each other off.”

Thinking fast – I certainly couldn’t let him see my shrunken dick and balls – I say, “I don’t like my dick. I want to have it cut off someday. I never touch it except to pee.”

“Do you want to be a girl?”

“No,” I say, “I want to be a nullo.” I’m not telling him he’s going to become one. I don’t see how it will hurt to tell him I want to become one.

“What’s a nullo?” he asks.

“That’s a boy that’s had his dick and balls cut off.”

“You WANT that?”

I can tell by the tone of his voice that I’ve shocked him some. “Sure. Don’t you think it would be cool to be all smooth down there? Getting fucked beats anything you can do with your dick, anyway.”

“Does it really?” he says. “I always wondered what it would feel like.”

You’ll soon find out. “I have great orgasms when I get fucked, much better than anything I ever had jacking off.”

“It feels good to have your dick sucked,” he says. “I always cum good when Jeremy sucks my dick.”

“Not as good as I do, I’ll bet,” I say. “I’ve been fucked by a lot of guys, and I always cum better than they do, even though they can shoot.”

“Really?” he says. “Maybe I’ll let Tommy – that’s Jeremy’s brother – fuck me, when we get back.”

Yeah, sure. In four years, I think. By then, you’ll have all the fucking you want.

“You really want your dick cut off?” he asks.

“Yeah, and my balls, too. Don’t you think it would be cool?” I glance at his crotch. He has tight shorts on. I can see his boner pressing against them. He doesn’t have much, but then again, he hasn’t started puberty. If he had, he wouldn’t be on his way to San Carlos Island.

“Let’s go in the bathroom. We can go in a stall, and I’ll give you a blowjob.” Maybe your last one, I think.

“OK,” he says. “I’ll give you one, too.”

“No, I don’t like to have anyone touch my dick. I just like being fucked.”

“I could fuck you,” he says.

I reach over, placing my hand on his dick. “Not with that, you couldn’t.” I’d let him, even though his dick’s too small for me to even feel it up my ass, but he’d see how shrunken my dick and balls are. “I’ll just give you a blowjob. You don’t have to do anything to me. Do you want to?”

“Beats playing videogames or watching airplanes,” he says.

We go into the bathroom, into the last stall, and close the door. “Take off your shorts,” I say.

“You, too,” he says. “I want to see your dick, too. I told you I liked to look at other boys’ dicks.”

“Not just yet,” I say. “I’ll let you see it after we’re on San Carlos Island. But, if you want me to give you a blowjob, you’re going to have to take off yours.”

He pulls down his shorts. He’s wearing white briefs under them. Boys in white briefs turn me on, even though I’d never wear them. I can see his dick making a little tent of them. He pulls them down.

His dick is only about three inches long, but it’s hard and sticking straight out. His balls are tight against it. As I watch, one of them retracts up out of his ball sac. He’s turned on for sure.

He doesn’t have any hair, of course. I try to imagine how he’ll look without dick or balls. The thought of it turns me on. What use are his dick and balls, anyway? He can’t shoot, and his dick isn’t big enough to fill my ass.

He’ll be better off without them. Just wait until he’s been fucked a time or two. He’ll know that’s better than anything he could do with his dick. I’m almost reluctant to give him a blowjob. I’d rather bite his dick off.

I smile. Wouldn’t that surprise him? But, I won’t do it. He’ll lose it soon enough. I kneel down taking his dick into my mouth. “Oh,” he say, grabbing me by the hair, while humping my face.

Before long, I feel him shudder. I know he’s having an orgasm.

“God damn,” he says. “That felt good. You sure you don’t want me to give you one? Jeremy likes it when I suck him off, and Tommy must, because he makes me blow him every time I go over to their house.”

I’m glad he liked it, but I didn’t get much out of it. I mean, like he didn’t cum, and his dick didn’t even touch the back of my throat. If I’m going to suck a cock, I like for it to slide down my throat. I like to feel hot spunk shoot into my mouth.

I like Jack, though. He’s cool; and it will be nice to have a friend on San Carlos Island. I wish I could tell him he was going to be nullified, but I promised I wouldn’t; besides, it would cost me 50,000 credits, if I told him; and I can see that it would be better for him to find out like I did, after his balls have been shot up and are dying. No sense having him worry about it on the flight over there.

We go back to the lobby, and Jack and I sit opposite his dad. We talk about shit. He’s excited about going to San Carlos Island. We ask his dad if it’s OK that we sit together on the plane and he says, “OK.”

I ask my dad, but I knew he doesn't care. We go up to the ticket agent. He cocks one eyebrow and says, “Remember what I told you.”

“Don’t worry,” I say, so he changes our tickets so that we sit together on the plane.

When they announce the flight, a cheer goes up from all the boys waiting, including from Jack and me. I wonder if they'd cheer, if they knew what awaited them on San Carlos Island.