"There's almost no chance I will get to keep my boy parts, is there?" I asked.

"No, I'm afraid not," Matti answered.

I started to cry. Matti looked like he was about to cry too. He said, "Please don't cry Sander, It'll be ok. I'll still love you if you're nullified. Chris and I will help you get through it."

"You love me?" I said in surprise.

"Of course I do and I think Chris does too. You are a wonderful, intelligent, caring, beautiful boy. I fell in love with you almost as soon as I met you," Matti said. Then he kissed the end of my nose and wiped the tears off my face.

He continued, "I was a slave for five years. I met a lot of boys who were nullified. Almost all of them were upset at first but after a few weeks almost all of them got over it. After a few months most of them said that they were glad they were desexed."

"Chris says that he's glad he was desexed but I don't see how he could be.

"You said yesterday that almost all owners prefer nullos. Why is that? Why can't they leave us complete? My dick and balls wouldn't get in the way of an owner mounting me. You were complete and Chris says that you were one of the most popular slaves ever.

"It's not fair. I like my dick and balls, especially my dick. I like stroking it, especially when you make love to me. I like to pee standing up, especially when I'm hiking. If they nullify me and I need to pee when I'm hiking I'll have to pull down my pants and underpants and squat to pee. That would be real inconvenient and real embarrassing if other boys see me.

"If I'm nullified, I'll either have to put up with boys staring at me in the showers and whispering about me in the halls or go to a special boarding school for ex-slaves and not be with my friends and my father very much," I said. I almost started to cry again.

Matti answered, "It's partially tradition but I think the main reason is that if you don't have a dick, the only way you can have sex is for them to mount you and you can never mount them. Also many of them think that nullos are better looking than boys with dicks and balls."

"If they like the way it looks so much, why don't they get themselves nullified?" I asked.

Matti said, "They like the way it looks on their sex partner not on them just like many men like women with big breasts but wouldn't want to have big breasts."

Later that day I said, "We both like having Chris around and he likes being around us. Can he move in with us?"

Matti replied, "I don't see why not." He got on his computer for a few minutes and then picked up the phone and said, "slave Chris3." He paused for a few seconds and continued, "Hello Chris. The computer says that you don't have an appointment until seven. Would you like to come eat with Sander and me? We have something we want to ask you." He paused for a few seconds and said, "I'll tell you when you get here."

Chris arrived in just a few minutes. He was a little out of breath so I think he ran here. He said, "What did you want to ask me?"

Matti replied, "Do you want to move in here with Chris and me?"

Chris said, "I'd love to move in with you guys."

Matti said, "I'll send Ben an email asking if it's ok. What do you two want for dinner?"

Chris said, "Fish and Chips." I remembered having and liking it so I asked for it too.

Matti said, "You two scalawags should have some real vegetables. They're good for you."

We both said, "Yes Mom," at the same time and we both laughed. Matti chuckled a little too. Then I said, "What's a scalawag?"

Matti said, "I don't know but my grandfather always called me one when I didn't eat my vegetables."

Chris went over to the phone, pressed a button and said, "Dictionary, scalawag."

The computer voice said, "noun 1. a scamp, a rascal. 2. U.S. History a native white Southerner who collaborated with the occupying forces during Reconstruction, often for personal gain. 1840 to 1850, American, origin uncertain."

To please Matti we both ordered some fried zucchini. After we ate, Matti got a reply to his email. It was ok. Chris could move in. Matti got on his computer and ordered a second small desk to be delivered to our room. Then he programmed the door so that Chris could come in without one of us letting him in. Chris said, "I wish the three of us could live together for the rest of our lives."

Matti said, "Me too."

I said, "Me three."

After we ate, we sat around talking until Chris' collar said, "Chris3, you have an appointment in half an hour in room g156."

Chris said, "Gotta go. I'll be back." He said the last in a funny accent.

I said, "Why did you say 'I'll be back' so funny?"

He said, "It's from some really old movies I like by a guy named Schwarzenegger. You should watch some of his movies."

After Chris left, Matti and I watched one of Schwarzenegger's movies called "The Terminator." It was pretty good and the way he said "I'll be back" was just like Chris said it.

The next day I helped Chris move his stuff into our room. He didn't have much, just a beat up old computer, some sandals that he said he never wore because his feet had gotten real tough from walking barefoot, a few sports trophies, a shell collection, several kites and some art supplies.

After Chris moved in we were lying on the bed looking at his shell collection, Matti had gone out. I said, "Can I ask you something?"

He said, "Sure."

I said, "You seem to really like it when someone strokes or licks your crotch but how can you like it? You don't have anything there anymore."

Chris said, "You mean my nullo place. That's what we nullos call the place where our dick and balls used to be. After I was nullified, I got a lot more sensitive there. It's almost as sensitive as my dick was. I often have an orgasm just from someone stroking or licking me there especially if it's someone I love like Matti or Peter."

"Do you think I'll get more sensitive if I'm nullified?" I asked.

"I think it happens to all nullos so it should happen to you." Chris answered as he started to stroke my dick which had gotten stiff again. "Would you like to mount me while you still have a dick?" He asked.

I thought about it for a moment and said, "Only if you really want to have me mount you. I don't want to do it if you're offering just to make me feel better 'cause I'm probably gunna be nullified soon."

"I wouldn't feel sorry for you for that. It's the best thing that could happen to you. It's the best thing that ever happened to me." I didn't think it would be the best thing that could happen to me but I didn't say anything to Chris.

"I really do want you to mount me," he continued.

"But why would you want to have sex with me? You have sex with clients eight times a week."

"'Cause I love ya, you silly goose and sex with someone you love is lots better than sex with a client, " he said and then he kissed me on the mouth. It felt really good. I think I was starting to fall in love with Chris.

"You love me?" I said a little surprised even though Matti had said that he thought Chris loved me. After years of my father rarely saying that he loved me, and almost never acting like he loved me I found it hard to believe that anyone could love me.

"Of course I do. You're a really nice guy. You're beautiful and you have Mojo, maybe more than Matti does."

Chris and I had sex. It was great. We both enjoyed it a lot.

Later when Matti and I were alone I said, "Chris and I had sex." I thought he might be mad or jealous but I had to tell him because I loved him too much to keep secrets from him.

Matti said, "That's good. Chris is a great guy. You are a great guy. I hope both of you enjoyed it. You both deserve as much pleasure as you can get."

"You're not mad?" I asked.

"Of course not. You and Chris can have sex whenever you want to. I love both of you and I want both of you to be happy." After the next time Matti made love to me as part of my training he said, "I want you to mount me. It's been a long time since someone I loved made love to me."

I said, "I love you too. I'll be glad to make love to you." It was even better than making love to Chris but it wasn't as good as having Matti make love to me. After we finished making love I said, "If you want to make love to Chris, it's ok with me. I just don't want to watch or hear about it."

On Monday a package arrived from my dad. I opened it, took out Mr. Bear, hugged him and put him on the bed with Garfield. I put my computer on my desk and plugged it into the power.

When Chris saw my computer, he said, "I thought you said your dad really needed money. You have a really nice computer. How did he afford it?"

"He did some technical writing for the company that makes these and they gave him two of them, one for him and one for me." I replied. I wished I had another one I could give to Chris because his computer was so old and beat up.

I got out my portable music player and asked Chris, "Can I wear a belt to put this on?"

He said, "No, but you can wear it on the back of your collar. You'll probably want to tie the headphone cord up with a rubber band so that it doesn't hang down too far. There's probably some in your desk."

I looked in my desk for the first time and I found a whole bunch of stuff. There were several kinds of art paper, a big box of crayons, colored pencils, felt pens, water colors, brushes, charcoal, drawing pencils, modeling clay, erasers, paper clips, rubber bands and other neat stuff.

I asked, "Did somebody leave his stuff here? Should I take it to lost-and-found?"

Chris said, "No. That's yours, it's the standard stuff Ben gives to all his new slaves."

I took a rubber band out of the bag I found and Chris helped me tie up the extra headphone cord with it. Since I didn't see a portable music player when Chris and I moved his stuff, I said, "You can borrow this anytime you want to."

He said, "Thanks. You can borrow one of my kites whenever you want."

I took the small case full of memory crystals that held my books, comic books, music and movies out of the box from Dad and put it on my desk too. I put my sandals in the closet, put my four yo-yos in the desk and held up my jock strap and asked Matti, "Where should I put this?"

Matti said, "The bottom drawer of the dresser is empty. You can put it there. There's a soccer game tomorrow. Now that you have your supporter and cup you can play if you want to. Does it have an ID chip in it so that the laundry robots will know where to return it?"

"Yes we used a laundry service so Dad put them in all my clothes," I replied.

Chris said, "You didn't have to wait for your jock strap to come from your dad. There are thousands of them in the equipment room that were donated by kids who don't need 'em anymore. My old jock strap is there. I never got a chance to use it on the island. You'll probably be donating yours soon."

While Chris was talking, I folded the now empty box my dad sent me and put it in the recycle bin.

Then Matti said, "I'm glad you're so neat. A lot of boys are kind of messy." He looked at Chris so I think Chris was one of the messy boys but when Chris brought his stuff over, he put it away neatly.

I said, "Dad and I have a really small apartment. We have to be neat."

Matti said, "I'm glad your computer has arrived because now we can arrange your school lessons."

"You mean I have to go to school while I'm a slave?" I exclaimed.

"Of course you do. All slaves are here for at least one year. Many of us are here longer than that. We can't fall years behind in our schooling. Don't worry, the teachers are really good and the classes are very flexible. I liked the school here better than I did at home. I am going to school here. I haven't finished high school yet," Matti replied.

Chris said, "I like the school here better too. We only have classes one or two days a week mostly for lectures, oral reports and PE. They like us to exercise a lot so that we stay skinny and muscular 'cause most clients like us that way. We do most of our lessons on our computers.

"Most of the teachers are nullo former slaves. They're really nice. I might become a teacher here after I finish college."

Later Matti had a guy from the island's computer department come over. He checked my computer and found one spyware program. I was embarrassed but he said that he usually found a few viruses and several spyware programs. Then he setup my computer and the island's network so that I could access the network wirelessly almost anywhere on the island.

I wrote an email to Dad saying: "Thanks for sending my stuff. I know you don't care but I still have my boy parts." I stared at the email for a few minutes and then I erased the last sentence and sent it.

The next day I went to school for the first time on the island. It was really strange going to school naked. I used to have dreams about going to school naked when I was worried about something but this was the first time I really did it.

When I got to the room, the teacher said, "Hello Sander. It is nice to have you in my class. I am Mr. Warren.

"Class this is Sander. Now everyone stand up and say hello to Sander." When they stood up, I saw two eunuchs with tiny dicks and the rest were nullos including Randal who looked a lot better. His crotch wasn't nearly as red and sore looking.

Looking at all those nullos and eunuchs gave me a stiffy. I was real embarrassed and then it got worse when one nullo in the back of the room started chanting, "Sander's got a boner. Sander's got . . ."

Mr. Warren interrupted him by saying angrily, "Henry, you know better than that. Come up here right now and apologize to Sander."

Henry came up to the front of the room and said, "I'm sorry Sander." I could tell he wasn't really sorry.

While Henry was apologizing, Mr. Warren took something out of his desk. It was a dog leash with a small padlock on it. He locked it onto Henry's collar. He said, "Class sit down. Sander you can sit with Chris.

"James, come up here. You are going to take Henry to the principal." James was the biggest nullo in the class. Mr. Warren handed James the end of the leash and said to Henry, "Since the last time I told you to go to the principal, you didn't go, this time James will make sure you go. Mr. Blish, Mr. Toeber and I will discuss your punishment at recess. I will suggest two weeks with no TV, sports or recreation."

Henry squawked, "Two weeks!"

Mr. Warren said, "Do you want to make it three?"

Henry said sullenly, "No sir."

Mr. Warren said, "Take him to the principal now and make sure he gets there. Tell Mr. Blish what he did."

James said, "Yes sir," and they both left.

I was real glad to sit beside Chris where the desk would hide it if I got another stiffy. For a few seconds after Henry started chanting, I almost wished I had done what Chris had suggested and gone to the ceremony and gotten myself nullified.

When I sat down Chris said quietly, "Now you see why I didn't like having Henry as a roommate."

When James came back, Mr. Warren said, "Did you get Henry to the principal's office ok?"

James said, "Yes and Mr. Blish was real mad."

"You mean he was really angry," Mr. Warren corrected him.

"Yeah, right, he was really angry," James said.

Mr. Warren said, "Thank you for your help. I will ask your owner to give you a bonus for helping me." James looked pleased.

Later at recess Randal said, "I was introduced to the class yesterday. If I had a cock then, it would have gotten hard just like yours did.

"You should have yourself nullified. It's great. I love the way it feels and looks." He stroked himself where his boy parts used to be and continued, "If you were nullified, you would feel and look great and you would never have another embarrassing boner. I wish I had been nullified when I was eight like some of the guys here."

I said, "No thanks. I will keep my dick as long as I can. How do you like being a slave so far?"

Randal replied, "I like it except I don't like my new roommate."

Chris said, "Let me guess, your new roommate is Henry, right?"

"How did you know?"

"I knew 'cause he was my roommate until two days ago when I moved in with Sander and Matti. I didn't like him either."

"I don't suppose I could move in with you guys?" Randal asked.

"It's kinda crowded with the three of us in a two-person room already. Maybe if you asked Ben, he would let you switch. Nobody should have Henry as a roommate." Chris said.

Later I asked Chris, "Why do the two eunuchs have such tiny dicks?"

Chris replied, "Their owner, Mr. Caruthers, specializes in slaves with tiny dicks 'cause some clients like 'em that way. He buys boys with small dicks, castrates them right away and doesn't give them any testosterone so that their dicks shrink as much as possible. He also gives them drugs to shrink their dicks for the first few months. Those two were castrated almost two years ago so their dicks have shrunk quite a bit. Their dicks are still big enough for them to pee standing up which is all they need them for."

"Can't they jack off?" I asked.

Chris said, "No. Without any testosterone their dicks don't get nearly hard enough for them to jack off."

"What about after their contract is over? Will they be able to take testosterone and be able to jack off?" I asked.

"If they still had their dicks, they could." Chris replied.

"Why wouldn't they still have their dicks?" I asked.

"Because Mr. Caruthers sells all his slaves to someone who likes to cut off boys' dicks, like Ben, just before the end of their last contract and the new owner cuts 'em off. Mr. Caruthers makes lots more money that way."

"That's terrible," I said.

"Why? They'll be better off without dicks. They'll look better and if they had dicks they would probably take lots of testosterone and be like that client who humped Timmy on the beach. What's terrible is making them wait until the end of their last contract to remove their dicks and making them go through two ceremonies. I think all slaves should be fixed at the first ceremony after they're bought."

"Even me?" I asked.

"Even you. If you had been fixed at the first ceremony you would have been able to stop worrying about it and you wouldn't have gotten a boner when you were introduced to the class today. That must have been really embarrassing."

"It was but I'm still glad I wasn't nullified," I replied.

After recess Mr. Warren announced, "Henry's punishment will be two weeks of no TV, sports or recreation and 20 hours of community service. Let this be a warning to the rest of you. I will not tolerate that kind of behavior. The next time someone gets an erection I expect none of you to say anything about it and I don't want any pointing or staring either."

Then he looked at Henry and said, "The next time you do something like this your punishment will be four weeks of no TV, sports or recreation and 40 hours of community service."

I raised my hand. When Mr. Warren called on me, I asked, "What's community service?"

Mr. Warren said, "Henry will have to clean up the beaches and paths on the island and do other work that the robots are not good at. He will have a flying eye robot watching him to make sure he does the work."

After classes Chris and I played soccer on the same team. I wanted Matti to play but he said that he was too old to play with us and that trainers weren't supposed to play sports with the slaves except for a few special trainers versus slaves games held each year.

I was the only one playing who needed a jock strap. Our team lost but we had fun anyway. When the game was over, I wanted to keep my jock strap on but Chris told me I had to take it off so I took it off and my boy parts did feel a lot cooler. I said, "Let's go to our room to put this away and then go to the beach to cool off."

"That's a good plan," Chris replied.

When we were walking to our room, we saw a robot coming out of a room. Chris said, "That's a housekeeping robot. You can give it your jockstrap and say, 'Laundry.' It'll take it to the laundry with the dirty sheets and in a few hours a robot will bring it to our room clean. We can go straight to the beach." It sounded good to me so that's what I did.

After we had cooled off for a while Chris said, "Let's go to the store. I want to buy something."

"You got spending money? How do you carry it? You don't have any pockets," I said.

"Every new slave gets forty credits in his account at the store when he signs his contract. He gets twenty credits before Christmas so he can buy presents and ten credits on his birthday.

"When you earn a bonus for doing a good job most of it goes into your trust fund but a little bit goes into your store account. When a client gives you a tip, half of it, up to 25 credits, goes into your store account. The rest goes into your trust account.

You can also earn store credit by cleaning the beach and stuff if they don't have enough slaves doing it as punishment. With Henry here, there isn't much chance to earn credits that way.

"I don't have to carry anything. The store robot just scans my collar."

"What are you gunna get?" I asked.

"A new computer. When I saw your computer, I realized that mine is just too old and clunky. I have enough store credit to get one just like yours." Chris answered.

Chris bought a computer just like mine except his was green instead of blue so that we wouldn't get them mixed up.

While we were at the store, I bought a memory crystal and had some new comic books and the new "Interstellar Stowaway" book loaded onto it. I just love the stories about the boy who hid on the first interstellar ram ship even though Dad says they aren't very realistic.

While my memory crystal was being filled with the things I wanted I said, "I wish I had a pocket to carry the crystal in. I would hate to drop it and lose it. They are so small and transparent they can be hard to find."

Chris said, "You can buy a small bag that hooks to your collar. Lots of kids use them to carry small toys and memory crystals. I use a bigger one when I collect sea shells."

I bought a small green collar bag and put my now filled memory crystal in it.

The next morning Chris and I didn't have classes so I asked Chris if he wanted to go spy on the compound or go to the waterfall again. He said, "No. I want to go horseback riding."

I said, "They have horseback riding here?"

He answered, "Sure. They have just about everything here, archery, surfing, roller blading, windsurfing, water skiing, ocean kayaking, snorkeling, scuba diving, dancing, but not with girls, laser tag, paint ball, go carts, ocean fishing and lake fishing, canoeing on the lake, bicycling and probably other things I've forgotten. They used to have hang gliding but too many slaves got hurt so now it's clients only. About the only thing they never had here is snow skiing 'cause it's too warm here."

The horseback riding was fun. I had never done it before. They had lambskin pads on the saddles so they wouldn't irritate our bare butts but my butt got a little sore from the pounding. I also got a boner from my dick rubbing on the soft lambskin most of the time but nobody said anything.

After we finished riding, I said, "I want to go scuba-diving tomorrow."

Chris said, "You're ten or older, aren't you?"

I said, "Yes I turned eleven . . . nine days ago."

"I thought you were eleven. To scuba-dive you have to be ten or older. You have to pass a swimming test, take 30 hours of instruction and pass a test. Then you get a certificate and you can go diving with a safety robot."

"I'm a good swimmer. I want to get started with the instruction tomorrow. Do you have a certificate?"

"No. I don't like swimming much so I never even started the instruction."

"That's too bad. I'd like to go diving with you," I said.

"Matti has a certificate and he likes to dive. After you get yours, you can dive together if he's still on the island by then."

(To be continued.)

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