Anthony walked out to his mailbox and opened it, expecting the usual. He flipped through the regular bills and junk mail, stopping eventually at a black envelope with gold writing on it. No return address, just a letter addressed to him. As a student, he didn't get many letters - most of his friends preferred to e-mail him. He was indeed curious, and carefully opened the flap of the envelope, being careful not to tear it - just in case it might be needed later. Inside, he found a letter in a similar fashion - black with gold lettering. It read,

"Dear Anthony,

Undoubtably, you are curious as to why you are recieving this letter. This is an invitation to a very special two-week long retreat. One which I assure you will never be forgotten. In July, a group of like-minded individuals will be meeting on "Indian Head Island", off the coast of Britain for a two weeks of fun - of the type that you have only fantasized about. We are familiar with your fantasy of having yourself nullified, and if you accept this invitation, yourself and 9 others will be able to have that fantasy lived out. All expenses will be covered by myself, the host. We can furthermore assure you a painless experience. If you choose to accept, then go to a nearby payphone and call the following number with your answer. A response must be given to us today, or your seat will be taken by others.

Cordially,

Lucas Walters"

Anthony's cock gave a jump as he read. He couldn't beleive it - he had always wanted this, since he was a young man and realized that he was gay. He always hated his cock - it was very large, and most men insisted that he top them instead of bottom, which is what he really wanted to do. In fact, he had been searching the IRC rooms recently for a cutter - that must be where they found his name. He second-guessed himself for only a few seconds before driving to a nearby gas station and inserting coins into the slot. At the other end of the phone, he heard a man with a thick British accent say, "Your decision, Anthony?" Anthony said, "I accept the invitation." The man said, "Very good. Information regarding your travel arrangements will be in the mail." With a click, the matter was settled.

Anthony arrived in the small town of Dorchester in the early evening of the date specified. He was supposed to meet at a dock, at which he would be able to take a boat to Indian-head Island. As he walked through town, he noticed a dock with a man standing beside a boat. "Anthony Lewis?", said the man as Anthony walked towards him. Anthony nodded as the man said, "Good..we were worried that you weren't going to make it. The others are already at the island." Anthony nodded and got in the boat. Soon he was dropped off on a sandy beach. The man in the boat said, "Leave your bag with me, and undress. All of this will be returned to you later, but you will not need clothes for the next two weeks. Anthony nodded, and did as the man requested. He walked up the sandy trail that led from the beach to the sole house on the island. It was a marvelous house, octagon-shaped with a balcony that led all the way around the upper floor, and all eight walls were made of glass, allowing anyone on the island to see what was going on inside. Even the inner walls were made of glass; there would be no privacy on this island. Inside, he saw 9 nude men, hairless below their head, just as he was. (The follow-up letter had requested that they all shave before arriving). He found the door and walked up to join them. One man stood forward with his hand out and said, "You must be Anthony. Welcome to the island. He called for everyone to gather around, and said. "As you all may have guessed, I am Lucas. I will be your host for these two weeks. Before we begin, I want to give anyone who wishes to turn back one last opportunity - after this, nobody may leave the island...at least, not with their cock and balls." The men all nodded - none wished to leave. "Very well, then. I will explain how we will be doing this. Everyone here will be injected with a special drug that will inhibit all pain responses. This will not make you groggy - it will simply allow you to enjoy what is going to happen. Second, there will be a set order to the way that the events of the week will be occurring. Nobody is to mutilate their cock before their time is up, although peircings will be allowed to anyone who wants them, in any part of their body, as will tattoos. After your nullification, you will each be injected with a second drug, to make your prostate more sensitive and to retain your sexual appetite. All other questions will be answered in due time. For now, dinner has been prepared, and each of us should make our way to the dining room."

After everyone was seated, dinner plates were brought out by a young man. He was devilishly handsome, with black hair combed straight back, a muscular, but not overweight frame, and a beautiful 7-inch cock that was uncut and seemed to be perpetually hard. He served the plates with a grin, and soon left the guests to meet one another. Lucas suggested that they introduce each other in turn, and began.

"As you all know, my name is Lucas Walters, I am 24 years old, and I inherited this island, along with a good sum of money from my parents, who died when I was very young. For my own enjoyment, I run a bondage equipment retailer, and particularly enjoy giving 'demonstrations'." He stood about 6 feet tall, with long, blonde hair that reached past his shoulders. It was straight (the only thing about him that was), with a light frame and a massive cock, a full 10 inches. He said, "Unlike most of you, I've decided to have myself nullified because I am a dom who enjoys taking it up the ass. Dominating men with cocks while cockless has always been a fantasy of mine..."

Anthony was next. He stood and said, "My name is Anthony Lewis, I am a 20 year old college student from America. I am majoring in computer programming, and am desperately ready to get rid of this thing..." As he said that, he motioned to his cock, a full 9 inches. He said, "I hate it...I love to be a bottom, but everyone insists that I top them. After this week, it is my intent not to do that again." Aside from his cock, he had a shock of bright-red hair that led to a very boyish face. Most people would have thought that he was 15 or 16, not 20.

The next man was a tall African-American, with thick, muscular arms and a well-defined chest. He was bald, with a head that reflected the light above, and it would have been difficult for anyone to find an inch of fat on him. He stood and said, "My name is John Alexander. I am the CMO of a hospital, and am 26. "

To John's right sat a man that looked vaguely familiar to Anthony, but he couldn't quite place why. He was short, but was also very muscular. Even though his frame was small, his arms and legs looked very powerful. He stood and said, "Well, as some of you may have guessed, my name is Jacob Brent. I am 22, and am a quarterback for the Green Bay Packers."

Next was a young boy, he appeared to be no older than 13. He stood and said, "My name is Cory Yang...I realize that I'm the youngest here - but early on, I discovered that I hate my cock. I want to pleasure men, to be a slave to their passions...and to stay a boy forever. This is how I plan to do it."

In turn, the other 5 introduced themselves as well: Alton Rodgers, 18, a boyish looking young blonde man who just started college; Damon Hughes, 25, an attorney; Kelly Wilkins, 19, a crossdressing bottom; Graham Miles, 16, a student and Greg Montgomery, 15, independently wealthy and very gay. You'll find out more about them later..

As dinner continued, John noticed something about the table decoration - On it were 10 figurines of indian boys, wearing loincloths. The face of each had been painted to match one of the individuals seated at the table. He pointed it out, and Lucas said, "A very good catch indeed. I was going to mention this later, but now is well enough, I suppose. Growing up, I am certain that you all heard some form of the childhood poem, "10 Little Indians". For those of you who aren't familiar with it, there is a copy of it hanging above the fireplace. This retreat's activities will follow with this poem, until the end, when no cocks remain. In fact, if you are all finished eating, I believe that we can head to the living room, where Andrew, the waiter, is preparing a very special after-dinner treat."

The men seated at the table looked at each other in a bit of confusion, but they followed Lucas back to the living room, where Andrew had set up a carving board and 10 garnished plates with chopsticks. "Gather around, and we will kick off the festivities with a bang! You all saw the first line of the poem, I am sure:

Ten little Indians went out to dine; One choked his little self and then there were Nine."

He walked towards the cutting board and placed his cock onto it. Andrew took some paste that he had made from rice, wasabi and other ingredients, then placed it into a meat injector and slowly fed that up Lucas' long, hard cock. Then, he took a large chef's knife and expertly chopped off Lucas' cockhead. With the knife and fork, he placed the piece of sushi onto one of the plates, as Lucas appeared to be in a state of ecstacy (Due to the shot, he felt no pain, only pleasure). This process continued, until the entire cock was cut and each plate was full. Then, Lucas took the chef's knife and chopped off his own balls with a grin as Andrew served each of the guests their sushi.

When Lucas was handed his plate, he took great pleasure in swirling his cockhead in the wasabi sauce and gently placing it on the tip of his tongue. Savoring the taste, he nibbled on it and lived for the moment. He nodded to Andrew again, who injected his empty groin with a second drug, to remove his stub and to hasten the healing process. After the sushi, Lucas decided to test out his newfound dominance as a nullo, and wasted no time in climbing on top of and riding the cock of several of the participants...For one, it was their last fuck with a cock still attatched to their body.