I have been working on some ideas for my stories. If anyone would like to help me out by spell checking the following that would be really great.
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Timothy
Sander's story part 2 Picks up where part 1 left off.
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Sander's story part 2 Picks up where part 1 left off.
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"Sander I guess you have never seen a nullo before." Chris said.
"Uh no." I managed to say. Geez if a "nullo" is a boy with out his boy parts I sure as heck hadn't seen one before. In fact untill that moment I didn't even know that there was such a thing.
"Well it's okay," Chris continued. "I know this is all new to you and it does take time to get used to. But once you come to except it as a fact of life it isn't too bad. Some kids even enjoy it."
"How'd it happen?" I asked. I was wondering if it was the result of some sort of accident. But how so many boys could all have the same sort of accident was beyond me. Where they born like that?
"Ben did it after he bought me." Chris said matter of factly.
"What?!" I gasped in disbelif. I couldn't believe my ears "Do you mean that Ben cut it off you? Why would he do that to you? Why would anyone?"
"Why do you think?" Chris shot back. "So he could have my boy parts stuffed and mounted on a plack and then hung on his office wall next to all his hunting trophys."
"Really?" I asked.
"No," Chris burst out laughing. "I was making the last part up. Sander you'd believe anything!" and he doubled over with laughter. Then once he regained control of himself he mannaged to say, "I'm sorry to laugh but you are just so innocent that it's sort of funny. But it was Ben who castrated me. That part I wasn't making up."
I turned to Ben and asked, "Why?" And then I turned to my dad and asked, "Dad did you know about this before you brought me here?"
It was my dad who replied "Sander," he said, "I know that this might be hard for you to understand but when you study history you'll learn that masters have been castrating their slaves for thousands of years. It's very much a tradtion."
"But why?" I demaded of him. "Dad you should have told me about this before taking me to see Ben." My dad could see that I was getting mad.
"For one thing castration helps boys calm down and do as they are told," dad said. "You'd never seen Chris, or for that matter, any other young nullo acting up the way you are now young man."
"Sander," Ben added. "Your father is right. Not only that, you'll hear many other good reasons why slaves should be castrated. But what it all comes down to is castrating boys is thrilling. Some men say it's the greatest experance of their lives. Nothing makes a man feel more alive and powerful than when he removes a boy's sex. And believe me most slaves are only too happy to be able to provide that service to a man."
"Happy?" I asked. "This is all so gross." None of what I was hearing was making any sence.
"Don't worry Sander. When we do it we use the latest generation of pain killers. Although the boys are all fully awake and know exactly what is going on they feel no pain at all and there is no risk of shock. We also use super antibioutis so there is no chance of infection. With the most advanced healing agents there is very little bleeding. So you see the boys are not hurt at all."
"But even so," I said. "That still doesn't sound like much fun."
"Well you need to understand that it's all done as part of a caramoy," Ben said. "We do it after sunset around a huge campfire and the boys to be cut are tied to the ground. There are drums and a feast and dancing afterwards. If you can stay untill tomarrow night you'll have the chance to see for yourself."
What Ben was discribing sounded like a nightmare. It was like something from a horror film. But for some reason that I couldn't explain the thought excited me. Then something really weird happened. I got a stiffy. It was so hard it was painful. I covered it with my hands but in a way that only made the situation worse. It was like admiting that I coundn't control my wang and was assamed of the fact.
My dad, Ben and Chris all noticed that I was trying to cover my stiffy and smiled. Then Chris said, "What's wrong Sander? Are you afraid people will notice your dick is hard? I seem to recall that that sort of thing is all part of being a boy."
Ben added, "He's right Sander. Often times boys get errections when the subject of castration comes up. If you come to the carmanoy tomarrow night you'll see that many boys are erect even as they are begging to be left whole. Most are stiff as they are being neutered. It's very natural."
The really weird thing is it was something I wanted to see. But at the same time I didn't. I guess you could say I was pretty mixed up at that point.
I summened all my will power and removed my hands from my stiffy. I would act like I coudn't care less that my thing was so hard. Just nature, I told myself. But I asked, "Ben, if I where your.... Well what I mean to say is if you liked, owned me, you wouldn't have me cut would you?"
His responce will stay with me for the rest of my life. He said, "Sander from the moment I first met you when you were only five I have dreamed of castrating you." Hearing this I couldn't help myself. My hands cupped my wang to pretect it from this man. My dick and balls were such a personal part of me and Ben wanted to take them away. Why? And why had my father brought me to see this man? Surley he must have known what Ben wanted to do to me. Well they were both going to be dissapointed. Ben wasn't going to get my boy parts and dad wasn't going to get his money. No matter what I was going to stay a boy.
"Chris," Ben said, "Why don't you show Sander the island. I have some things I'd like to talk over with Jimmy. We'll come find you in a few hours."
"Okay Ben," Chris said. "But I don't have much time. You know that I have an appotment with a cilent for the afternoon and evening."
"That appotment has been canceled," Ben said. "Jimmy and Sander will be spending the night and you'll make sure Jimmy enjoys himself."
Chris smiled at that and my dad looked at Chris like he loved him. I was so mad. Chris was going to spend the night with my dad. Where would that leave me? Either alone or with Ben and I sure didn't want to spend time alone with a guy who wanted to cut my dick off!
The adults left and Chris started to show me around. Chris said with a smile, "Sander your dad is cute. I'll bet he can really f***."
"I woundn't know," I said coldly.
"Well don't get your nose out of joint," Chris said. "You could ask your dad if you could watch. He might say yes. Some dads like to do it in front of their kids."
"What?" I asked. Just how sick were these people?
We were comming up on a play ground. I saw a red collared boy of about 12 playing with some smaller kids. This kid was the only other kid besides myself who had a red collar and he was the only kid I had seen who wasn't naked. He was wearing clean white shorts and a red tank top. His some what younger friends were all stark naked save for their green collars.
"What's up with that kid?" I asked Chris. I didn't have to say what kid. It was pretty obvious. When all the boys on a playground are naked except one the one with cloths really looks odd.
"Oh that's Randal Hoppkins Carter The Third," Chris said as if the dressed boy was royalty.
"Is he someone special?" I asked. "And why is he dressed."
"Well Randal's father is a rich client and I do mean very rich," Chris replied. "I spent last nigh with the two of them. That was some experance boy I can tell you."
"Why?" I asked. "What happened."
"Randal is an only child and his father wants him to follow in his footsteps but I don't think it's going to happen," You see Randal and his old man don't have the same ideas. The old man thinks Randel is a sissy so he brought him here to teach him how to be a man. Last night Randel's old man did me and made Randel watch. Then after his old man finished with me he said, 'See Randel. That's the way to hump a nullo. This little slut here just can't get enough. Strip down and let me see you mount him.'"
"Randel's father ordered him you mount you while he watched?" I asked stunned to the core.
"Yeah but Randel said he wouldn't," Chris replied. "He said he didn't want to demean me. His old man was all mad like, 'You care about this little nullo slave but you won't f*** him? What's wrong with you?'"
"Wow then what happened?" I asked.
"Randel said his father was sick and he woudn't play along. So the old man said, "If you won't be a man I'll have your genitals nullified. Is that what you'd like? Do you want to be a nullo like this little slut here.' he said pointing to me. And then do you know what happend. Randel said he's rather be a nullo like me than a man like his father. Sander I think the old man is really going to have Randel fixed. He was that mad!."
"Geez and I thought my dad was bad," I said. "I sure hope Randel doesn't get neautered."
"Why do you hope for that?" Chris asked. "Being cut could only do him good."
"What?! Chris, how could you say such a thing?"
But Chris didn't answer my question. Instead he said, "Hay Sander, want to go some place private? I'll let you have a closer look between my legs. I know you'd like that."
How did Chris know that I was curious. Did being cut give him the ablity to read minds. All I was able to do was nod my head 'yes'. We found a grassy area under a tree where no one could see us. Chris laid down on his back and spread he is legs wide apart and said, "Go on have a look. You can touch it if you'd like."
I felt that somehow it was wrong and I shouldn't. But I was so courious that I couldn't stop myself. I nealed down between Chris' knees and lighty ran my fingers over Chris' empty crotch. It was smooth like there had never been anything there at all. Chris seemed to enjoy it and gave a little gasp of pleasure. But if it felt good to him it was ten times better for me. My thing got harder that it had ever been before, my heart beat to fast that I felt it would pop and I was panting for air like crazy. Nothing like that had ever happened to me before.
Chris sat up and I rolled away. My dick was so hard I was afraid it might break off. "Feels good," I gasped.
"Sure it feels good," Chris said. "If you stay male it will soon get to the point that you feel you can't live and be be happy with out it."
"With out what?" I asked. "What are you talking about Chris?"
"I'm talking about sex Sander. Your dick is small and cute and hairless right now. But if you keep it do you know what will happen. It will grow big and hairy and when that happenes it will be hungry all the time. And when it's hungry you'll have to feed it. It will want pussy or nullo or both but you'll have to feed it. That's how it is with men."
"Not all men," I said. "Some men are nice and don't care that much about sex."
"How would you know Sander?" Chris asked hottly. "Do you sleep with a different man every night? I do. I have been doing that for almost a year. I can tell you that all men are alike. They all want the same thing, sex. All they care for is sex not love. They are all ruled by their dicks. They can't love."
"You sound like you're glad Ben cut your stuff off. Are you?" I said it like a challenge. But Chris didn't get mad the way I thought he would. Instead he got sort of thoughtful. He said, "I sure wasn't too happy when it happened. Oh Ben is right when he says it doesn't hurt the way they do it. But I didn't like being nullified. But the more I have seen of men the more I'm glad that I'll never be one. As a eunuch I'll be able to live and love with out my dick and the constant need for sex running my life. I signed a two year contract. I've been here almost a year. Do you have any idea waht that means Sander? In just over a year I'll be a free boy and when I turn 21 I'll have half a million credits. I'll be rich and I'll be free and I won't be a man. Where will you be then Sander?"
"I don't really know where I'll be even next week," I answered And then I added, although I know I shouldn't have, "Ben Offered me a million credits for a one year contract."
"He did?" Chris gasped. "That creep! If you signed your contract tonight you'd be free a month before me and twice as rich. Ben never should have offered you more than he did me. It just goes to show that you can never trust a man. They'll screw you every time. Are you going to sell your self to Ben?"
Sell myself to Ben. That was some way to put it. I wanted to help my dad but I just didn't know. "I don't think so," I replied. "I know both my dad and I would get a lot of money but I don't think I'd be able to handle being, well you know. I don't think I'd be able to stand being like you."
"Sander one year isn't so long and a million credits will last you a long long time. You should think about it because it's pretty much now or never. If you were to come back when you are 16 and say you want to be a slave Ben and all the other owners would only laugh."
[TO BE CONTINUTED]
