Paolo & Slammr

Hop Sing

A San Carlos Island story

Chapters 9-12

Chapter 9
Hop Sing's First Day at Work

Twice a day, Knox would change their bandages and check their catheters. He also took the opportunity, since the boys were kept asleep, to give them some extra feeding and drugs. This insured that the new nullos woke up a few pounds heavier – and much hornier. It was his custom to turn them loose at lunchtime on the seventh day of recovery, letting them wake up to find themselves with only a very small, square bandage covering their 'nullo place', with all of the tubes and gadgets removed. It was also his custom to let the new nullo remove the patch himself.

Hop Sing woke up after Lewie did. Actually, it was the excitable boy's chatter that woke him up.

"WOW! Smoother than girl down there now!" Lewie was saying, "Get fucked more now?"

Hop Sing groaned as he became lucid again.

He was in the hospital. He remembered it now – the ceremony, the auction of Peter, the orgy that had broken out when the both of them had been cut…

And of course, the pain.

Hop Sing would never forget the pain.

But now, there was no pain. The hospital was warm, his bed was soft, and he actually felt good. Despite waking up tired, as was the usual after so long a sedation, he didn't feel that bad. He just wasn't as excited as Lewie.

They'd cut him.

As his vision cleared, he rubbed his eyes and groaned. Then he looked down between his legs, afraid of what he might see. Would there be blood? It had hurt so bad, having his boy parts sliced off. He'd thought he'd die from the pain. He was afraid to look at himself, so he looked over at Lewie instead. Knox had just gotten the smaller boy on his feet, and Lewie was stretching and asking for something to eat.

Hop Sing couldn't help but smile at that, Lewie was so comical.

And he was also smooth.

Between his legs was only perfect pink skin that didn't quite match the rest of his yellow-gold tanned body. There was no scar – no evidence that he'd ever even HAD a penis or testicles. There wasn't even a hole. Of course, Hop Sing knew that the opening got moved during surgery. He'd seen his friends pee before, squatting down and bending their knees outwards so as not to splash.

"You can touch it," Knox was saying to Lewie, "Go ahead. You'll find it's very sensitive. Why, some of the nullos can even ALMOST orgasm just by rubbing it."

Hop Sing watched, quietly, as Lewie inspected himself. The smaller boy shivered as his hands explored his empty crotch. "Oh, wow!" He exclaimed in delight, "Feel good!" He chirped. Then he peed himself. "Hey!"

Knox laughed and cleaned him up, explaining that if he felt like he had to go, he'd better find a bathroom and try!

"Well, look who's up!" Knox said cheerfully. "You OK?"

"I think so, sir," Hop Sing said, "Just tired." Then Lewie was there, hugging him excitedly and chattering so fast that he couldn't catch a word of it. He hugged Hop Sing and kissed him. Mobility, it seemed was not going to be a problem!

"Take off band-aid! Look! Look, Hop! Boy things all gone!" Lewie squeaked.

It was something that Hop Sing had been dreading. He was no longer a boy. He was a eunuch. All that remained of his manhood was a small white patch between his legs. He could already feel that things were VERY different down there. Tentatively, he peeked under the patch.

There was nothing but perfect skin.

"You've had a catheter for a week, so don't be surprised if you wet yourself," Knox told him.

Hop Sing trembled and pulled the patch off, staring in shock at his lack of maleness. He wasn't sure how he felt. Part of him wanted to cry, but another part of him was so glad that it was over and that it didn't hurt. His face showed no emotion.

"Lewie, why don't you run and go show Ben?" Knox asked, and Lewie hugged him goodbye, thanked him for making him so pretty, and did that. "Bye-bye!" He waved at Hop Sing. Then he was gone.

"Hop, are you really OK? You're not going to have a panic attack, are you?" Knox asked.

"No, sir," Hop Sing declared, as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Carefully, he stood up. Already, it felt so different. He took a few steps as Knox held his hand. Walking felt so odd. There was nothing rubbing or bumping.

It was all gone.

Then he froze when he saw movement out the corner of his eye. It was a full length mirror, and Hop Sing moved closer and stared.

He didn't know the person staring back at him, this odd boy with a green collar around his neck.

He moved his hand to his nullo place.

The boy in the mirror did the same.

And that was all it took.

Knox caught him just as he fainted.

He awoke to find himself back in his dorm room, tucked into bed and diapered. He looked around to see Sander, Chris and Timmy also in bed. "What time is it?" He mumbled.

"Almost dinnertime, sleepyhead," his green collar told him. "Someone must have declared it naptime!"

"Boy, what a night," Chris mumbled, as Timmy sat up and yawned too.

"Hop, buddy!" Timmy grinned at him, instantly coming awake as he usually did, "Wow! Did you and Lewie ever set off a gang-bang the other night! Geeez, man, I don't think I've even been fucked so hard'r'so much in one night! And on top of it being busy season now! They've been talkin' 'bout it all week long!"

"You missed all the fun, you know," Chris winked at him.

Sander hadn't moved yet.

"Man, I needed that nap," Timmy grinned, hobbling towards the bathroom. "Business is good! Hell they been wound up all week! They're still talking about you and Lewie!"

"C'mon, Hop, let's have a look at ya!" Chris smiled at him, offering him a hand. "'sides, you been in bed for a week. You could use a good hot shower and a enema!"

The last thing that Hop Sing wanted was something up his butt, and he said so, pulling his blanket up to his chin.

"Rules'r'rules," Timmy laughed, hauling him out of bed, "You gotta be clean!"

"Sander?" Hop Sing asked, as the three of them hit the showers, where Hop Sing reluctantly took his damp diaper off. It seemed that he was having at least some minor control problems.

"Fuck him," Chris waved it off, which got him and Timmy to laughing. "Well, not that WE could, but…"

"Whoa! Nice and smooth and pink," Timmy complimented Hop Sing, "You look a LOT better without that silly cage hanging in-between your legs!"

"Welcome to the club," Chris said softly. He then kissed Hop Sing's cheek. Timmy did the same. Hop Sing blushed and covered his empty crotch. But at least it was his friends seeing him like this. He wasn't sure if he could even go outside now, he was so embarrassed.

"It's a tradition," Timmy then said, holding out his hand. "Stand still." He then placed his hand right on Hop Sing's nullo place.

Hop Sing gasped.

It felt… good.

Then Chris did the same.

"You're one of us now, Hop," Chris said.

"How cute," Sander mumbled, as he staggered in. Surprised, Hop Sing just stood there. Sander didn't give him a second look, though. "Good thing YOU were busy being unconscious all week and in the hospital, or you'd have your cute little ass reamed out, too!" He then turned the water on and ignored them all.

Hop Sing stared at him. Sander had the remnants of what looked like a black eye, a swollen nose, and a busted lip. There were bruises on his face and arms and upper body as well, and he looked like he was in pain Hop Sing wondered why he obviously hadn't gone to the doctor.

"Did… did someone beat him up last night?" Hop Sing asked.

"Yeah, I did!" Chris said proudly, "Remember that once? Well, he got it again! And I'm about to do it again, too!"

"You'll get punished, I told on you," Sander informed him, with just a little catch in his voice.

Chris shrugged. "No one's punished me yet for the first two ass-whoopin's you got?"

Sander just went about his cleanup business and ignored him with Chris and Timmy – and eventually Hop Sing – cleaned up and 'out'.

"C'mon, he ain't worth it," Timmy suggested, when they got ready to go, "Let's go get somethin' to eat! I'm starvin'!"

"I… I d-don't think so, thanks, not hungry," Hop Sing protested, as they all headed out. Chris and Timmy forced him out the door under much protest. The LAST thing that Hop Sing felt up to doing was going into the cafeteria, naked, for everyone to see his brand new nullification. He thought he'd rather die. As the elevator doors closed, he saw that Sander had not come with them.

"Like anyone else looks any different!" Timmy laughed at him. "Hell, you were a freak BEFORE with that cage on your cock! Now you fit in perfect!"

"Uhhh, I guess so," Hop Sing confessed, as they put on their sandals at the door and headed across the way to eat.

It was Lewie – of course – who spotted Hop Sing and pointed him out to everyone by attacking him. The smaller boy pounced on him and yelled, thrilled to see him, and everyone began clapping. Of course, they'd all seen the ceremony some nights before. Hop Sing was mortified.

"This kid is a menace," Chris mentioned, as Hop Sing extricated himself from Lewie.

"So who gon' fuck you first? Ben fuck me right when I got out hospital!" Lewie declared proudly, which got him more applause. Hop Sing turned red in the face as everyone just had to come up and shake his hand and/or kiss his cheek. Thankfully, no one asked or tried to touch his nullo place, though. That seemed to be something that only roomies did. Still, the amount of positive attention and sincere congratulations moved him. He wasn't sure what to think about it.

They were having Chinese food that night, they all noticed. Everyone said it was in honor of the two new eunuchs.

Hop Sing would just as soon as had pizza and less attention.

Then the one person he DIDN'T want any more attention from came over to their table and offered his hand in congratulations.

Matti.

Alone.

"Well, stand up, kid, lemme see you!" Matti ordered him.

Hop Sing offered his hand, too, and Matti took it. He started to rise, then Hop Sing flipped Matti over the table with a yell and a jerk of his arm. The trainer hit the floor flat on his back and got the wind knocked out of him.

"If you ever touch me again, I'll kill you! I swear!" Hop Sing yelled at him. "You DIDN'T go talk to Sander! You lied to me! You said you would, you promised!"

Matti got up and got his breath. "He's pissed at you isn't, he?" Matti asked.

"He won't talk to me, or look at me," Hop Sing mumbled, going back to his food. Suddenly he wasn't hungry at all. Everyone was looking at him, staring, and the cafeteria was dead quiet.

"My relationship with Sander is NONE of your business," Matti told him. "And you ARE gonna pay for that one!"

"Hop Sing, report to Ben's office when you're done eating, please!"

"See?" Matti smiled at him evilly, "Get ready to get spanked again!"

Hop Sing got up to go. He wasn't hungry anymore.

"You're a real jerk, you know that?" Chris told Matti.

"I hear your new hobby is beating up Sander?" Matti asked him, "And how is it you two go unpunished for it?"

"How is it YOU do, for what you do to him?" Timmy snapped, "You didn't leave a mark on him, but YOU tore him up worst!"

Matti stalked off, mumbling.

Hop Sing arrived in Ben's office, trembling in fear. He's probably get spanked again, he was sure.

But instead of spanking him, Ben got up from his own dinner and scooped him up into his arms, kissing and hugging him as if he'd just found a long lost, much-missed son. Then he put him down. "Can I touch?" He asked politely, "My, but it looks good! Is it sensitive?" 

"Yes, and y-yes, I guess, sir," Hop Sing agreed. He had to face it – he was going to have get used to having men do a LOT more than just touching or hugging and kissing him. But Ben's touch was soft and gentle. He then went to his small fridge and offered the boy a cola. Hop Sing couldn't believe it. Sodas were a rare treat, just as candy was.

"Come sit on my lap," Ben offered, which terrified Hop Sing. Ben laughed. "Don't worry, I just fucked the hell out of little Lewie, so I'm not horny at all. Poor kid, he'd been down in bed for a week, no sex, and you'd have thought he was going to die! Ronnie didn't even overdose him, either, and no suppository! Can you imagine? Hell of a find, that Lewie! Now, let's talk about you," Ben added, with another kiss to Hop Sing's neck. "How's my newest, cleanest nullo boy getting along?"

"Bad sir," Hop Sing sighed, wondering that they weren't discussing the fact that he'd started to make a career out of beating up Matti instead of fucking clients.

"Well, tell Ben all about it," Ben said, as he pulled up some documents on his screen. "Then we'll go and take your new file pictures!"

Even though he didn't want to, once Hop Sing started talking, he couldn't stop. He told Ben all about his week with Matti, how terrible it had been, how he missed his friends, and how worried he was about Sander. He neglected to mention all the ass-kicking that seemed to be going on. He went into how he'd wanted to ask Sander over, to explain it to him, but how Matti wouldn't let him. Ben's face darkened at that part of the tale.

"So Sander's still a wreck, yes, I know," Ben agreed. "Matti was supposed to straighten all of that out. Looks like he didn't. Well, he'll have plenty of time, since I'm forcing him into two weeks with no pay and putting all the boys off limits for him. Maybe that will get his attention. As for Sander, well, he's about to graduate to trash patrol on the beach and cutting weeds, I think."

"Oh, no sir!" Hop Sing cried, almost choking on his cola. "Please don't do that!"

"Well what should I do?" Ben asked, as he ushered Hop Sing into the studio and began taking pictures. Hop Sing revolved slowly, forcing a smile for the camera.

"I don't know sir," the boy confessed, "but… but there's gotta be something?"

"It's hard labor, or sell him," Ben told Hop Sing, and he actually sounded sad about it. "I can't have him working clients. He's bad for business. And speaking of, I know you don't like being fucked, Hop, but you're healed up. You've got a green collar now, so you're a working boy just like your friends. It's very likely you'll get fucked several times tomorrow. It's the busy season, heating up, and I've got a lot of men standing in line waiting for you and Lewie and the very few other Chinese boys I have. You're very much in demand, you know, and until I get some new recruits, let's say, you're gonna be very busy, Hop!"

"Yes, sir," Hop Sing sighed dejectedly.

"But remember, they won't hurt you. They can't hurt you," Ben reminded him. "And if you're scared, you call ME on your collar, got it? Now, run along. It's a nice night. You've been in bed so long, why don't you have a swim? I'll program the computer to say that you're off duty tonight?"

"Thank you sir," Hop Sing nodded, and remembering his manners and training, and figuring he should, he reached up and hugged Ben. He even kissed his cheek. "Thank you for the pop, too." Ben gave him another one, and a playful slap to the butt. Then he went back to work.

"Wretched, infernal busted machine," he snorted, smacking the screen. "Let me into Hop Sing's database, dammit!"

A swim, Hop Sing thought, sounded like a very good idea. He was just having his dozenth dive off the board when a man in a hideous pair of Bermuda shorts and sandals and approached him. He scanned the boy's collar. "Hop Sing is off duty, and booked solid for the next several days," the collar replied. The man sighed and shook his head. "Can I just watch, then?" He asked.

There was something sad in his voice, though, Hop Sing thought. More out of kindness, as was his very nature, he said, "You can come swim with me, if you want to, sir?"

"That'd be nice," the man nodded, putting his drink down. "You can call me Chan." He then said something in Hop Sing's native language, which made the boy smile despite his predicament. They conversed such, floating around the pool for quite some time before Chan went to sit on the edge. "You remind me a lot of my little brother," he offered. Hop Sing saw that he wasn't even hard. "I didn't really want sex with you," the man offered, "I just thought coming here might make feel better."

"You come here a lot?" Hop Sing asked.

"Whenever I can," Chan replied. Hop Sing got out and sat next to him, despite the fact that he was still embarrassed over his sexual status as a new eunuch. "Can I hug you?" Chan asked. Hop Sing nodded, confused. "Sir, what happened to him, can I ask?"

"He died," was all that Chan said. "You look so much like him," He finally added, before he fell apart. Hop Sing did his best to comfort him, just letting Chan hold him until he'd cried it out. The man was a total mess, really, and Hop Sing thought about finding a guard or calling the doctor.

"Walk him back to his room, and get him another stiff drink," Hop Sing's collar whispered to him. Hop Sing did that. His collar registered what he'd done, much to Ben's surprise, who turned all the cameras on him.

"You wanna watch a movie, or just talk?" Chan asked, and the boy nodded. After all, he couldn't have sex with him – not unless he raped him – and his collar was telling him that that would get Chan shot, more than likely.

"I like fight movies?" Hop Sing suggested, as he held the man's hand and walked him back to his room, where it didn't take long for him to get totally drunk and pass out. Hop Sing put him to bed and left.

"Unbelieveable," both Ben Toeber and Mr. Tsu breathed, as they both spied on Hop Sing, watching over him.

It was very late when Hop Sing got home.

Sander was gone, out past curfew again, but Chris and Timmy were still up sitting on the balcony. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," Chris smiled. "I asked my collar to locate you…"

"And it said you were with a client!" Timmy exclaimed, "How was it? I can't believe you DID it, first day out!"

"I didn't," Hop Sing explained. "He was upset. All he wanted was a boy to talk to and cuddle with."

"That's IT?!" Timmy squealed in disbelief, "You got a client, a job, and you didn't get fucked?! WHAT is that?!"

"He said I looked like his little brother," Hop Sing offered.

"Ohhh, one of THOSE," Chris laughed.

"Nothing happened!"

"Sure," Timmy smiled at him, "You better go wash out, then, it's way past bedtime."

"Nothing DID happen, and YES it is PAST bedtime!" Their collars all yelled at them, which shut Timmy up fast.

"Get plenty of rest, Q., because tomorrow is going to be a BAD day. There's nothing I can do about it – it's expected that you perform the duty. Remember – for your family."

"Yes, father," Hop Sing whispered back.

"I love you, Q.," the collar whispered.

"I love you too," Hop replied.

Chris and Timmy overheard THAT one and giggled.

Hop Sing didn't sleep much that night.

He knew that his first day 'on duty' had finally come.

At some time in the night, a jet plane woke him up, but he thought that he was dreaming.

Breakfast was a nervous affair. As usual, Sander was sitting alone. Hop Sing was trying to eat, but he wasn't doing very well. He also wasn't happy that he'd been ordered to report to Doctor Knox on the way to breakfast, where he'd been given another 'horny-shot' and had one of those irritating 'butt-bullets' put up his ass to inflame his rectum and swell his prostate. He was just picking at his food, squirming on his chair, when Matti came by and went to sit with Sander. Normally, he would have been very interested in what was taking place between them – he felt so bad for Sander despite what he's said to him – but his ass itched so bad that it was making him crazy.

"Hop Sing! Hop Sing!" Lewie was chattering, "Guess what? Guess what?"

"Uhhh, you're a slut?" Timmy asked, grinning.

"No! Well, yeah!" Lewie reconsidered, "Fuckin' fun! But no! I get room in boys' hotel tonight!"

"Where do you live now?" Chris asked. In fact, none of them had ever thought about it.

"With Ben, but I moving out!" Lewie said proudly. "Big boy now, Ben say! Get own room!" Then he was gone.

"Gods, I hope they put him on the 2nd floor, not ours," Chris sighed, as Hop Sing got up. He chugged down his milk and stacked his tray.

"Where you going?" Timmy asked.

"I – don't – know," Hop Sing growled, walking funny and twisting his butt cheeks.

"Any other time, this'd be funny," Chris said.

"Poor kid," Timmy agreed, "And you know he hates it! Say, you horny? I am!"

They both laughed and followed Hop Sing out.

No one stopped to say a word to Sander, who was still deep in conversation with Matti.

True to Ben's words, half an hour after breakfast, Hop Sing's first client showed up at the rendezvous point near the pool where his collar had told him to go. He was a Chinese man, somewhat tall, and he was lounging in a deck chair. Hop Sing swallowed hard, braced himself, and greeted him. Forcing a smile, he asked, "Hello, are you Mr. Wu?" He probably wasn't, as there were also a disproportionate number of 'Mr. Smith's' on the island, too. Wu raised his sunglasses. "My name is Hop Sing, sir," the slave offered, holding out his hand. Wu took it and slowly turned him around.

"Yes, just cut and healed, Ben was right. First job?" Wu asked anxiously.

"Yes, sir, I hope I do it right, sir," Hop Sing nodded, fighting down the urge to run away.

For my family, he reminded himself.

"Well, it's hard to mess up in the water. I like the beach, and I paid a lot of money for you. Ben and me go WAY back, so I got first crack at you! Now, mind, I paid a LOT for you, boy," Wu said sternly, but no harsher than Hop Sing was used to from his father. "And I expect it to be good! But I won't punish you or write you up badly if you mess up. That's why Ben came to me first. Let's go, then!" He took Hop Sing's hand and led him off.

"100 CR says that Hop Sing hits him," Chris bet with Timmy.

"You're on," Timmy agreed, as they sneaked off to follow them.

Back in his rented room, and watching Ben's security cameras through his link to Hop Sing's collar, Mr. Tsu sighed.

Some strange man was about to fuck his son.

"I should have killed myself," Tsu moaned, as he switched to audio only.

The beach brought back BAD memories for Hop Sing, and although he was terrified of sex with a stranger, Mr. Wu was gentle. He held the boy's hand all the way. He oiled him all over with lotion. He even spread a blanket and massaged the boy's back for a long time before he even kissed him. He went so far as to fetch a small pillow from the lifeguard station, and one of the small red enema bulbs 'just to make sure' and used the long black tip to loosen the boy up. After a week of recovery, Hop Sing's anus had tightened back up. It was uncomfortable, but it was tolerable. Don't panic, the boy told himself over and over again. He's nice enough. Don't panic! Don't hit him!

"Hit him, hit him!" Chris said from their hiding place around the lifeguard stand.

"Are you into violence, boys?" A pair of guests asked them, laughing and scanning their collars. Timmy and Chris had to go to work and missed most of the show, although they did catch glimpses of it. True to form, Timmy orgasmed and fainted.

It began with the massage and progressed to nuzzling and deep kissing. That part Hop Sing could live with, with only a little unease. He liked to cuddle and actually liked being touched, and the foreplay wasn't THAT much different. It was the caressing of his nullo place, though, that got to him. It felt so good, and he didn't want it to. But there was nothing that he could do about it. His ass itched so bad, and he was literally burning for some kind of relief. Then Wu moved to kiss his nullo place, licking him, and telling him over and over how beautiful he was. It was driving Hop Sing wild, and he was covered in shame as well as sweat. It went on for what felt like forever, with Hop Sing feeling as if he were either going to pee all over the place, or just explode. He was trembling so badly and he couldn't talk.

Then Wu moved into the position for the slave boy to service him orally. Fighting down the urge to throw up, and still feeling like he was going to explode, Hop Sing did that as Wu reached around to finger-fuck him. Wu's cock almost gagged him, but Matti had trained him well. He managed to take it without puking. Surely he's gonna cum by now, Hop Sing thought, when Wu moved again, subtly, to reposition himself. He pulled his cock out of Hop Sing's mouth, and rolled the boy over, raising his legs to hold them up at his own shoulders.

It was, the boy knew, the favored position for a slave. It made it easier for the neutered boy to orgasm.

Hop Sing felt the head of Wu's warm cock against his hole, pressing. He was somewhat loose, but as it began to slide in, it hurt a little. He gasped, and his eyes went wide as Wu entered him.

He was huge.

It felt like Hop Sing was being torn in half.

Wu was larger than Matti, but even though he was doing it gently, Hop Sing teared up and bit his lip. He was only barely conscious of his training, and instinct began to take over as Wu thrust at him – albeit slowly and gently.

It was driving him mad.

He would orgasm, he knew.

It would be shameful.

And yet he moved in time with Wu, in the rhythm of sex.

Busy with their own clients down the way, Chris and Timmy – who were actually on their tummies and lying face to face at the time – were only afforded glances now and then. It was probably a good thing that Hop Sing didn't know that he had an audience.

Wu's cock was huge inside of him. It pressed up against his bowels, making them slide open. But Hop Sing was clean. As Wu moved, he totally relaxed and then gripped tightly with his ass muscles. The burning was bad, but the internal itch was subsiding. There was relief in his shame, and Hop Sing had to have it. His body demanded he have it.

And so he worked at it.

Wu was groaning, repeating a mantra of, "Perfect boy," over and over.

Hop Sing felt far from perfect.

He felt dirty.

Still, Wu moved within him.

And Hop Sing moved with him.

He felt he would surely die if he didn't find relief soon.

And then he felt Wu's hot juices being sprayed up inside of him.

Hop Sing cried out, and his enlarged prostate reacted to the final stimulation.

He came as well.

It felt so good…

Hop Sing screamed again as Wu touched his nullo place, sending him over the edge as he thrust harder at the boy's hole.

The climax was unbelievable.

Hop Sing fainted.

"Hop, wake up!" Someone was saying. Someone was patting his face, and dripping cool water on him.

"Hop Sing, you in there?" he heard Chris asking.

Chris?

The slave boy opened his eyes and looked around. It was very bright out. He was on the beach. He was on the beach, and his butt hurt.

But it didn't itch anymore.

"He's alive," Timmy was saying, "You owe me," he then told Chris.

Then Hop Sing remembered Mr. Wu. With wide eyes, he looked around to see the man returning from the concession stand with two large drinks. But at least Wu was smiling. "Good thing your friends heard and came running," Wu said, handing Hop Sing a drink. "Ben said you were a fainter, and I see you are!"

"Y-you're not mad at me, sir?" Hop Sing wondered, although he really wished that everyone would just go away and leave him be.

"Mad? Mad?" Wu laughed, "Drink up, little friend! It's going to be a long day!"

Timmy fell over laughing. Hop Sing, trembling in humiliation, gulped his drink.

It was loaded with alcohol.

His head rushed, and he got dizzy.

"Let's have a nice swim in the shallow lagoon, then we'll do it in the water!" Wu suggested, as Chris and Timmy and their guests patted Hop Sing's head and left them.

I wish I was dead, Hop Sing thought, as he took Wu's hand and stumbled towards the lagoon.

But at least his butt didn't itch inside anymore.

Wu fucked him three times before lunch. After the third time, Hop Sing had to be carried back to the complex. He really didn't know how he got INTO the cafeteria, but when he did, he came to his senses sitting there with a plate of food and Timmy and Chris looking at him. His head hurt.

"No one can look that dumb and not be in Pleasureville," Timmy mused.

"Three times in a row?" Chris asked, amazed, "First day? Hell my first day, they let me rest after once – til after lunch!"

"M-Mr. W-Wu wuz… wuz… n-nice to me," Hop Sing managed.

"He's drunk," Sander snorted as he walked by. "WHO gave him liquor? That's not allowed?"

"What do you care?" Chris snapped at him, missing the look on Sander's normally stormy face. The look faded, unnoticed.

"Sander?" Hop Sing said very softly.

"I have to go see Matti," Sander waved him off. "Don't have TOO much fun, slutboy!" He sneered.

After lunch, Hop Sing was scheduled for a two hour nap after he cleaned himself. He needed it, too. His next client had a hard time waking him up, which fortunately, the client thought was adorable. He carried the slave boy down to an area near the grass of the golf course, but with no golf clubs. Still groggy, Hop Sing wasn't sure if he did well or not. All he knew was that this man fucked him while he lay on his stomach, and Hop Sing didn't orgasm. He was glad of that, but his butt felt very loose when he was done. He woke up again to the sensation of his nullo place being kissed. He was being cuddled, and he was obliged to assume the 69-position. He almost choked, but this client was small in comparison. That probably explained why he failed to orgasm again on the next fuck.

It was his fifth one of the day.

"C'mon, lil' buddy," the client told him when they were done. "I'll give you a lift in the golf cart. Did I hurt you?"

"No, sir," Hop Sing answered, "I'm just very tired, sir. I'm sorry."

"I like sleepy boys," the client winked at him, kissing him again. Hop Sing never did catch his name.

He was dropped off at the pool, where he met up with Sander again. Sander had also just come off of a job, and the client hadn't been happy at all. The intercom was paging Sander to report to Ben's office at once, on the double! Unfortunately, that left Matti alone at the pool. Hop Sing was too tired to move, though. He just lay in his chair and groaned.

"Rough first day?" Matti asked.

"Yes, sir," Hop Sing replied automatically.

"Listen, Hop, about earlier," Matti offered, "I spoke to Sander. I really did. I know you hate me, and you won't believe me, but I did talk to him. He's so messed up in the head, even I can't get through to him. He just thinks I only wanna fuck him then forget him again. I know he's been bad to you, Hop, but try. He needs you to be there, he really does. And I don't know what to do. I love him, too, Hop, but I loved him wrong. It's all my fault."

Matti sounded so sincere, but Hop Sing didn't know whether to believe him or not. He was just too tired. He was even too tired to hate Matti just then, and that was tired!

"Gimme a hand, will ya, Sean?" Hop Sing heard a familiar voice then call. Hop Sing looked up to see Pudge, the fat boy, and Sean, the Irish boy, helping Lewie along the walkway to the pool. Lewie's feet were moving some, but the smaller boy was sound asleep. They deposited him with Hop Sing.

"Thanks," Hop Sing mumbled, wondering just what he was supposed to do with a sleeping Lewie.

"You better help him," Pudge offered, "We would, but we're booked!"

"See ya's!" Sean waved.

"I've seen everything now," Matti sighed, taking Lewie and offering Hop Sing a hand up. "Let's go get you two cleaned out and ready. On second thought, I think I better take Ben's pet back to him, Sander or not. Just don't hit me, OK?"

"OK," Hop Sing agreed, as Matti took his hand and slung Lewie over his shoulder.

They went to a restroom, and Hop Sing was actually glad to get the cool small volume enema to clean his rectum. It felt good. Lewie never even woke up. It was clear that the smaller boy was done for the day.

When they returned to the pool, Doctor Knox was there. Someone had summoned him, and he checked both of the exhausted Chinese boys over from head to foot. When he was done, Hop Sing's collar buzzed him. "Hop Sing, you have a client on the soccer field in ten minutes." Knox gave him another 'butt-bullet', inserting it deeply, but assured the boy that it was a mild upper to keep him going. "You doing OK?" He asked.

"No, sir," Hop Sing replied, and it was the truth. He was so tired and sore and humiliated. He just wanted the day to end, so he could go to bed.

But in a few minutes, the suppository hit him. He was again fully awake, and his client on the soccer field – under the goal net, no less – kept him entertained up until dinnertime. By the time they were done, and Hop Sing had rinsed out again, he wanted to do anything but eat. He just wanted to go back to his room and sleep.

He'd been fucked eight times that day, and the taste of semen in his mouth was gagging him.

"I can't do this for two years," he whimpered, as he skipped dinner and headed back to his room.

"You must," his collar told him.

Hop Sing was crying again when he stumbled into his room.

And there stood Sander.

"Boy, you look like shit," Sander observed, taking Hop Sing's trembling hand and leading him to the shower.

"Sander?"

"Yeah, that's me. Sander. Ex-darling, former sex-slave boy, and now overall janitor here," Sander announced, as he stuck the enema hose up Hop Sing's butt and turned it on. "I bet you're full of it," he mused, as he began washing the exhausted boy off. Hop Sing looked up and saw that Sander was now wearing a red collar. "I can't be touched, which also means I can't be fucked. But Ben isn't cutting off my meds," Sander groused, as he scrubbed away at Hop Sing as if polishing some silver. "So, I'll be horny, frustrated, of course still a nullo, while I pick up trash, cut grass, polish golf clubs, give directions, and wash dishes," he said. "Guess I had it coming, huh? Now, release!" He told Hop Sing, as he pulled the enema nozzle out. It wasn't much of a tug, either, and Hop Sing emptied his bowels and bladder for what felt like forever.

"I… I wanna die," Hop Sing moaned.

"I know," Sander agreed, but not in that usual evil tone. "So do I. I have for a long time. I might. Soon."

"I can't do it, Sander," Hop Sing sniffled, as Sander toweled him off and led him to bed. He got them some drinks and some snacks from the fridge.

"You WILL do it, for your little brother!" Sander almost yelled at him. "Ben told me your story, verified it. Chewed my butt out good, right before he fucked it, that is! How noble you are, Hop Sing Tsu," Sander said, touching Hop Sing's cheek. "And Hop?"

"Yes?" Hop Sing asked, with his heart hammering. He really didn't think he could take any more cruelty that day. He would surely die if he did.

"I'm sorry," Sander offered.

And Hop Sing finally smiled. He put down his drink and held out his hands. Reluctantly, Sander took them.

"You hurt so bad, that the only thing you could see was to hurt others," Hop Sing told him, pulling him closer.

"I… I hurt you," Sander sniffled. "You were good to me, and I…"

"But I could bear it," Hop Sing corrected him.

"But I can't!" Sander cried, "I… I wuz gonna jump… off… off the balcony… right when you came in, Hop! I was! If you hadn't opened the door, I… I… I'd be…"

"Road kill?" Hop Sing asked.

"Yeah," Sander laughed, as he let his friend hug him. "I lost it all, Hop. First my boyhood, then Matti, then my daddy, then my best friend. Now I've even lost Ben, and the clients. Hell, I don't even have a puppy," Sander shook his head. "I always wanted a puppy. Stupid me," he snorted.

"You still have me," Hop Sing offered, as they nibbled on their snacks. They weren't hungry, but their exhausted bodies wanted it.

"Really?" Sander asked distrustfully. Hop Sing understood.

"I still love you, brother," he assured him, putting his arm around him. "And brothers fight sometimes. But they make up."

"Yes, they do," Hop Sing's collar spoke up. Sander winced.

"It STILL talks like that?" He asked.

"Yes, it's my father's voice," Hop Sing smiled. He'd smiled so little that day. "We love you," Hop Sing repeated.

"And I'm sorry for you," Sander replied dismally. "'cause I don't think I CAN love anymore. I think they cut that outta me."

Hop Sing embraced him, and Sander finally broke down. Hop Sing held him as he finally cried out all the hurt he'd endured since coming to San Carlos Island. "It'll be better tomorrow," Hop Sing assured him, rubbing his back.

"No! It won't," Sander sobbed.

"C'mon, you can sleep in my bed tonight," Hop Sing told him, pulling back his blanket as the AC kicked up. They snuggled up together, two chaste nullos, totally unable – but yet unwilling – to do anything else but hold one another.

The simple feel of skin on skin was enough for them.

Tenderly, Hop Sing kissed Sander on the mouth.

He returned the kiss, holding his 'brother' tightly.

He'd never had a brother, either.

It was nice, Sander thought.

And they soon feel asleep in each others' arms.

Hours later, Timmy and Chris came home to a shock.

"Jesus, man, they've killed each other!" Timmy breathed, when he saw them in bed together.

Chapter 10
Uncle John

Ben, when he found out that his buddy Wu had given the boy alcohol, almost had a stroke over it. He then contacted the clients who had either Hop Sing or Lewie booked for the day and informed them that a longer nap was being inserted into the schedule. No one seemed to mind. All clients with new boys were also required to file satisfaction reports, and both of the new boys were pulling figures in the high 90% ranges. The only complaint about Lewie was that he chattered a lot and was 'tiring'. The only complaint about Hop Sing was that he was 'unsure of himself' and 'embarrassed'.

Ben had been extremely worried about that. Actually, he'd expected Hop Sing to beat up a client. Matti kept claiming that the boy was continually hitting him, but yet there was no video record of it, or audio. That, and the computer was 'burpy' lately. It was aggravating Ben to no end.

But at least John Wong was there to fix it.

He'd flown in late the previous night, and although he'd been anxious to see his 'nephew', as he referred to Hop Sing, Ben had said that the boy was too exhausted and the excitement would be bad for him. Ben wasn't sure whether to believe his story or not. There were no legal records that he had any claim to the boy. Usually, parents filed papers when there was an agreement such as the one that Wong had explained to him. He wasn't sure of this at all as he watched Wong tinkering with the computer that morning while the boys were all at breakfast.

And Wong wasn't the only one tinkering.

In his office at HKS3, Hop Sing's father was busily going over what Wong did, unbeknownst to Wong, who knew nothing about the virus-like chip implanted in the boy's neck and its interface with his collar. And the chip was working beautifully, too. Tsu smiled. He could sell the patent on this chip, and he would be set for life.

If only he'd known that it would work… before he'd been forced to send his son to San Carlos Island.

And if that wasn't enough to worry about, An Dong – his eldest son at almost 17 – had called to say that he'd gotten his girlfriend pregnant!

"Why me?" Tsu wondered, as he stared at the glaring bug in Ben Toeber's software upgrade.

It was obvious what that bug was going to do. He'd told Wong over and over again.

But there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it. He knew, and Wong knew that he knew. So if the bug didn't do its thing, right when it should, Wong would know that he'd corrected it. That thought sent shivers through him. Wong's advice to him, when he'd tried to explain the glitch that would randomly leave some boy on the island 'invisible' to the security tracking system via his collar, had been: "I'd suggest you just DO your job, Tsu, and think about Guo Jian while you're doing it."

And so there was really nothing that Tsu could do.

Nothing but watch and wait, and suffer right along with his son.

He just prayed that Wong didn't get a hold of him while he was there on the island.

Hop Sing, still at breakfast with his friends, didn't know yet.

But Hop Sing wouldn't have worried about it too much, had he known. At the moment, he was too worried about Sander. Finally, that previous night, he'd been able to get through to him. The sight of his only friend, battered and dirty from his first hard day at work, had been all that Sander could take. He'd been brusque at first, lecturing him about how "I told you so," but he hadn't been mean to Hop Sing. Instead, he'd cleaned him up and put him to bed. Then he'd apologized. Then the proverbial dam had broken, and everything that had been hurting Sander from his first day on the island came spilling out. He'd gone to sleep, cuddling the damaged boy in bed with him, convinced that he could rehabilitate him. It had made his first terrible day on the job all worth it to Hop Sing.

Chris had been skeptical, though. Having beaten up Sander at least twice while Hop Sing was recovering from his nullification, he didn't believe a word of it. Chris had once been Sander's best friend, but the whole ordeal with Sander's father had ruined that. Hop Sing wasn't sure if the two of them could ever make up, but at least they had shaken hands on it with Chris promising to put Sander in the hospital again if he started acting like he had before.

Matti was another story. Ben was furious with him for not having lived up to his agreement to talk to Sander and for not taking advantage of Ben's permitting him to see the boy while he was working. Actually, Ben had never forbidden it. It was all Matti. There was nothing in his trainers' contract that said he couldn't socialize with – or fuck – former trainees. Hell, for all Ben cared, he could marry Sander! It had all been Matti's idea, and the boys thought that they knew why.

"We don't know shit about him," Timmy said at breakfast. "All we know is Ben sold him to someone bad and got him back. He's probably just as fucked up in the head as Sander is!"

"Thanks," Sander mumbled, as he got up to take their trays. "Have a fun day. I won't."

Dressed in a red collar and a long white apron, Sander was being punished by being taken off of active duty. He was washing dishes that morning. Then he got to mow the golf course. He would also be serving at lunch. Then more dishes, more mowing, dishes at dinner, and then cleaning leaves and such out of the main pool before it got dark. If nothing else, Ben figured that he could spare the boy being sold to someone worse – where he'd probably commit suicide – and still not have to pay any other employees for grounds upkeep. Actually, it had only been Hop Sing's tearful pleas for his friend to stay that had swayed Ben. Ben had already been convinced to sell Sander to Lester DelRay. He hated the thought, and it pained him. Ben had to hand it to Hop Sing, though. He had one hell of a heart.

The boys headed out to face the day. Timmy was grinning, but then again, he always was. So was Chris. Lewie, who had run to catch up with them and was holding Hop Sing's hand, was chattering again. He never stopped.

"Wear me out," he was saying, "Like to fuck, but all day! I go sleep, miss dinner yes-ser-day!" He went on, scratching at his butt. He didn't know what it had been for, but he'd given a suppository right along with Hop Sing. "And can't pee! Have to get tube to pee! Why?"

"You fuck too much," Timmy told him, tussling his hair. "You know, he is kinda cute. If I had a penis, I think I'd fuck him!"

"It's a good thing you don't," Chris laughed, as they met up with their appointments near the pool. The busy season had gone off at a very good start, and the boys were all booked. Hop Sing steeled himself, wishing he was doing dishes with Sander, and greeted his first client of the day.

It was easy. The man only had a 5" [12½ cm], slender cock, and he fell asleep right after the first fuck. He'd also been drinking, and failed to make Hop Sing cum. Not by a long shot – but the boy didn't care. Hop Sing didn't know what to do, but his collar told him to just hang out and make sure the guy was fine and try to wake him up. Hop Sing made a report to his collar and used his free time – since his client was passed out – to go for a quick swim. His next client had him in the pool, in the shallow end, where Timmy was also busy. Then their clients thought that it would be arousing to watch two nullos cuddle. The boys did that. It didn't bother Hop Sing in the least, because he could sense that Timmy needed to be cuddled in a nonsexual way, too. And Timmy seemed to realize it, too – right before they both got a good, long fucking again. Both of them orgasmed, and both of them fainted. Their clients were amazed, and scored them at 100%. They even took them to the gift shoppe afterwards and bought them both a gold bracelet and a cold soda. "I always trade these back in," Timmy whispered to Hop Sing, "I've only got like a dozen of them already!" But they wore their bracelets to their next jobs, which aroused their third clients so much that they almost missed lunch. Hop Sing saw an opportunity and took it.

Later that afternoon, after his scheduled nap, Hop Sing found Sander on the golf course. The boy was dressed – wearing clothes – and Hop Sing almost didn't know him. Sander was wearing a white work shirt with his name on it, and lightweight khaki shorts. He also had sunglasses and a ridiculous white hat, along with work boots. When he saw Hop Sing coming across the grass, he took a few steps and fell right on his face. "Stupid boots!" He complained, "Look at me! What is this getup?" He demanded, "What you got there?" He then asked.

Hop Sing was carrying a small box, and it was steaming in the heat. He gave it to Sander. "A client liked me so much he bought me treats," the boy explained, his face red again. Sander gasped when he was the liter bottle of cola and a huge chocolate bar in the portable cooler.

"You'll get in trouble!" He exclaimed. Sander hadn't had such treats in a long time. His clients never bought him things.

"No, he won't," Hop Sing's collar told him.

Sander looked around. "Mine's been chatting at me, too, like that," Sander whispered to Hop Sing. "It told me to watch my back, that something bad was going to happen! Should we tell Ben?" He then drank some of the cola and shivered in delight.

"You can't tell, boys," their collars spoke up in stereo. "No one will believe you. And you'd be punished. Just be careful. Never be alone and watch your backs! You're both in danger. But you cannot tell anyone yet. YET!"

"Thank you," Sander said, looking very confused as he finished his candy. He hugged his friend. Hop Sing kissed him goodbye and told him he had to go and have his next job. Sander went back to mowing grass and dodging golf balls. He was so distracted that he nearly ran over Chris and a guest, who were going at it on the 14th hole! "Something bad," Sander was wondering, as he mowed on.

Despite having his father's voice in his collar to reassure him, Hop Sing was again a wreck by the end of the day. He'd been used – as he had come to think of it as Sander did – eight times that day by Chinese clients. They were all very taken with him, they all bought him gifts and tipped him, but that didn't make it any better. His butt was still sore, he still felt dirty no matter how much he bathed and scrubbed, and he just plain didn't like being fucked! It was all he could do to NOT run away screaming, or attack his clients. He was entertaining a whimsical notion that he could always go and find Matti and work him over to relieve the tensions! But he didn't. He hadn't seen Matti all day long, and neither had Sander. But at least Sander got to keep living with them in their dorm, and he still got to eat with them. That was some comfort, even though Sander didn't see it that way.

Hop Sing was paged right after dinner to report to Ben's office again.

Of course he was nervous, he always was, even though Ben was usually nice to him. He was refreshed after his shower, clean outside and inside, fed, but still tired. He was yawning as he entered the office to find Lewie already asleep on one of the couches. He also saw another man sitting at Ben's desk, chatting. He did a double-take. It couldn't be…?

"Uncle John?" Hop Sing squeaked in disbelief. "What… what are YOU doing here?"

John Wong stood up, his face a study in surprise. Before him stood the boy he'd always secretly lusted after. The boy who called him 'uncle', the boy who had no idea. And he was still as beautiful as Wong remembered him.

No, more beautiful.

Hop Sing was now a nullo.

The smooth space between his legs only added to his beauty, and Wong was almost faint at the sight of the golden-tan bald boy with no genitals facing him. The boy's smile lit the room, and Wong almost fainted at the very sight of him.

He wanted him.

"Hop," Ben spoke up, "Your uncle does what business?" Ben played with him.

"Security!" Hop Sing nodded, as he ran to Wong. Wong caught him up and spun him around, kissing him and squeezing so tight that it hurt his ribs. Hop Sing returned the affections. He was so happy to see his uncle again. It had been so long, and he'd been so miserable. Uncle John was someone from home, and Hop Sing so needed that.

"And your collar is what?" Ben asked.

"Security!" Hop Sing laughed, "Uncle came to work on your system, Ben!" Hop Sing leaned back, facing Wong, "You know," he whispered, "what they do here, Uncle?" As if it were some great secret. "You don't have to wear clothes, you know."

"I know, but I'm here to work," Wong explained. "I can't work on Ben's computer naked, can I?"

"Do you… do you like to do what the guests do… to us?" Hop Sing asked, suddenly realizing that his 'uncle' never had married and didn't have children of his own. He wondered. He was naive, he knew, but he wasn't that dumb!

"Sometimes," Wong confessed, "But only here. It's not proper to just go around and pick up odd boys for sex. And NO," Wong headed off Hop Sing's next question, "I NEVER ever did anything to your brothers. Did I ever do anything like that to YOU?"

"No, sir!" Hop Sing smiled at him, still so happy to see him that it didn't really bother him that his uncle liked little boys. Only hindsight would tell him much, much later that he should have seen it all coming.

"Well, John, since you've been all day working, and the system is fine now," Ben said, "Why don't you and Hop Sing spend some quality time together while he's off duty? He can show you his room, and tomorrow, on his break time, he can show you around and what he likes to do for fun here?"

"Would you like that?" Wong asked the boy.

Hop Sing nodded. He was so choked up and happy to see a familiar face that he could only cling to Wong and cry in happiness.

It never even crossed his mind, what his father had told him when they'd first arrived on the island – "You silly boy, your uncle is the reason that you're here!" He'd totally forgotten it.

"You wanna see my room, an' meet my friends?" Hop Sing asked anxiously.

Wong said that he would. Actually, he'd already had Lewie and was sexually satisfied for the moment. And while he couldn't hurt him, not right there in Ben's office, he had fucked the smaller boy harder than most did. Lewie was scared at first, but he got used to it fast. The kid was a slut, Wong saw, and he got off twice before he had even pulled out of the boy and gone soft. Lewie had even made him cum again, cleaning him with his mouth. Then Wong had praised him lavishly, given him a soda (diet, no caffeine or other drugs) and the boy had gone to sleep in his lap. Ben demanded a quality report. Wong said that Lewie was beyond repute!

But there was Hop Sing – tanned, beautiful, nullified – no longer a real boy. Wong was getting aroused again. He suppressed it. It wasn't the time, anyway. He could wait. What was one more day? Besides, the island was full of boys – and he had his part of Tsu's money to spend, in addition to what Ben offered him commission only. Wong laughed inwardly that he would be giving Ben back some of the money that Ben had paid Tsu for the boy, and that he'd soon be fucking this boy – whether Ben approved or not. It was all part of the security upgrade; the system would never even know that Wong had fucked Hop Sing.

Besides, if all went according to plan, it was going to be a moot point anyway.

Wong wanted Hop Sing.

Wanted him for his own.

He wanted to fuck him.

"Where's Sander?" Wong asked the boy, holding his hand tightly as they walked to the dorm hotel.

"He lives with me! You know him, Uncle?"

"I know OF him, a friend of mine knew him here some time ago."

Hop Sing sighed. "I love Sander, he's my brother, but he's really messed up," Hop Sing offered. "He has to cut grass and do dishes now. He can't have sex with guests anymore."

Wong stopped in his tracks.

"What? Why?"

"They don't like him. They say he's a 'dead fuck'. What's that mean, Uncle?"

Wong laughed. He wondered how DelRay would take that one when he found out! It seemed to serve him right, Wong thought. He knew full well what DelRay had in mind for Sander, and even though he liked to hurt boys, he was amazed at some of the things that DelRay did to his victims. Sander was messed up, Hop had just said? A dead fuck?! Well, Wong thought, he'll REALLY be messed up soon!

Wong tried to explain it as they rode the elevator up to the tenth floor. At the fifth floor, they picked up Sean, the Irish kid, and Pudge. Hop Sing was bursting to introduce his uncle. Both boys hugged and kissed him, then went down the hall to their dorm. Hop Sing palmed the door panel, and the door opened.

The boys were sitting on the balcony, watching the sun set and sipping fruit drinks.

"One day, and I swear, I'm gonna die," Sander was complaining. "I ran over a golf ball with the mower, and it almost hit a guy! Do you know how far those things can FLY?"

"Guys!" Hop Sing shouted happily, "Look! This is my uncle John! He came to work on Ben's computer! He's gonna be here for a while!"

Wong introduced himself to the boys, all of whom had a hug for him. Even Sander. Hop Sing had, as he'd claimed, made a good friend of him.

So much the better, Wong thought, as he took in Sander's beauty. I can see why Lester wanted him so badly!

Hop Sing was also thrilled to find that his uncle had brought his last birthday gift – the electric antique train set – with him. It was set up and running in the playroom. Hop Sing was so happy that he was chattering like Lewie.

Finally, Timmy broke in and got him calmed down.

"So, Hop, did you know your uncle liked little nullo-boys?" Timmy asked provocatively.

"Give it up, you're off duty, you little slut!" Chris smacked his arm.

"Hey, you gotta work," Timmy justified it. "And just because HE has to work, don't mean he can't have fun while he's here!" Hop Sing almost died of embarrassment.

"Yes, but not with HIM or his brothers. That family, it's different," Wong explained.

"Awww," Timmy whined, "You're no fun!"

No fun?! Wong thought. I'll show you FUN, you slutty little bastard! "It wouldn't be right," Wong repeated.

"Oh," Timmy nodded; it was clear that he didn't get it, though. Timmy had a one-track mind, and it was stuck on sex! Wong made a mental note to book him the day that he planned to leave the island. He'd show Timmy a fun time – IF he lived through it, that was, he'd never forget it!

They watched an old movie that night, and Wong found himself almost driven to distraction by the attentions paid him by the four boys. Hop Sing, ever the noble one, was willing to share his uncle with his friends. And from what Wong could see, the boys didn't see him as a client. Clients were not allowed in the boys' rooms, and Wong was a guest on a family visit. It was touching, the way they just sat there and clung to him and leaned in for the petting he gave them. They were almost all like puppies around him, and Wong wondered at the change. Every other boy he'd ever seen on the island wasn't like that. The love was an illusion. But the love in that room was not. It was genuine. In being Hop Sing's 'uncle', Wong thought, he was bringing the boys some reminder of home and family.

It almost made him regret that he got off on hurting boys.

ALMOST.

When the computer signaled bedtime, he then tucked each of them in and kissed them all goodnight, surprised that Sander and Hop Sing slept together.

He went back to the guest hotel with a wicked grin on his face.

"You wouldn't believe it," He told DelRay, via a secure connection he'd rigged through the communications system, telling him all about what he'd just seen and done. He'd found and shut off the bugs in his room, both video and audio, and had the computer feeding Ben's files a prearranged fake video of himself sleeping.

"You can cuddle him all you want, if you don't kill him," DelRay said in an icy tone. "Just so long as I get Sander! I don't care WHAT you do there!"

Back in the boys' dorm, Hop Sing's collar whispered to him. "Be careful, Q.," it said, in the tone of his father, "And watch out for your uncle. Remember, I told you he was the reason you were there?"

But Hop Sing still didn't make the connection. He was still too happy over seeing his uncle again.

Someone who was suspicious, though, was Sander. But he didn't say a thing. He didn't want to spoil Hop Sing's happiness.

The next day was another work day. Wong spent the day on the computer, but he did take a break at Ben's insistence to 'enjoy the scenery.' That meant that he got to use a boy for only the charge of the boy's commission percentage. Wong ended up with Ty, the black boy who'd only been penectomized and still had his nonfunctional balls attached. When he was done, Ty had a very sore butt and his balls were aching from all the squeezing. But then again, he was used to that. It was part of his job, being only without a penis. It turned some of the clients on, and Wong had enjoyed the pain that he could inflict on him.

But by that night, he'd made up his mind.

He was going to execute the plan the next day.

He even knew how to make it so perfect.

First, he'd find Sander somewhere. The boy was out alone, working, and the bug in the security system would lie to anyone who asked where he was. Of course, once he had the boy off the island, he would unlock the collar and leave it somewhere – probably on the far side of the island or just throw it into the ocean. Then the bug would go away, repair itself, and they would find out that Sander – miserable beyond hope – had killed himself. There would be a note, too. Wong would force Sander to write one, and leave it for Hop Sing.

Then he'd corner Hop Sing somewhere, using the same bug beforehand, and rape him.

He wanted that…

To rape him.

The thought of how it would shatter the boy's illusions excited him.

And so did the thought of training the boy learn that pain – pain inflicted by his uncle who loved him – would be just a form of pleasure, an expression of his great love. Hop Sing hated sex, they'd told him. Even the boy had told him that first night. But Wong was going to make him learn to like it. A lot.

Then, after he'd secured Sander somewhere on the far side of the unused part of the overgrown island, Wong knew that Hop Sing would find the note and come looking for him. Hop Sing would sneak out, and no one would miss him. The bug would tell everyone that Hop Sing was in bed that night. Hop Sing was with a client all day. Hop Sing was napping… and when they found out about it, it would be too late.

Both Sander and Hop Sing would be miles away, without their collars, and in the hands of Lester DelRay.

And everyone would think that they were dead.

But in the meantime, there was Timmy to deal with.

Wong couldn't wait to get him alone. As he worked and thought it out, he added Timmy to the equation. He couldn't have cared less about Chris. The spikey-haired white boy did nothing for him. He didn't even want to hurt him. He had no interest in Chris at all. But Timmy – the little slut – Timmy, who had propositioned him and said that he was no fun!

He'd show Timmy fun, alright!

Timmy would have so much fun that he might even die of it!

Wong busily began hacking into Timmy's files as well, programming the subroutine that monitored his collar to lie, too. That was three of them. Two who'd be gone, never to return to San Carlos Island, and one who would either be dead – or left behind and be so physically damaged that he'd be worthless. He might even have a stroke or burst an aneurysm, Wong realized. So much the better. It was perfect revenge for Ben having banned him and Lester DelRay so long ago. He'd show Ben. He'd teach him a lesson.

But Wong wasn't the only one hard at work.

Finding the areas of the computer that watched over and recorded his son, Sander, and suddenly another boy – Timmy – all inaccessible, Tsu went into the other roomie's file – Chris. Then he remembered something he'd overheard on the audio, when he listened to Hop Sing's days… Lewie! That other little Chinese boy that had attached himself to Hop Sing, too. He went in and took over Lewie's database. Then he began his plans to contact Ben Toeber.

Had it not been for the safety of his other sons, Tsu would have contacted him sooner.

But first, he HAD to find a safe place for them. He had to hide them, first. Yet he knew that if Wong was there to steal Sander, as he surmised from what he'd seen of the computer bug so far, he also had to assume that Wong would probably try and make a grab for Hop Sing as well.

Tsu just hoped that all the money he'd spent on Kung Fu lessons for the boy would pay off.

For the sake of his three brothers, and his mother, Hop Sing was going to be – literally – all alone on this adventure.

Wong certified the computer to be in perfect condition the next day, and then took Ben up on his offer. He scouted around the island, knowing that DelRay's men would have the equipment in place. According to the computer, the far side of the island wasn't monitored well. Not that it mattered. Wong's bug in the system had that covered, too. It wouldn't take much for DelRay to get a submarine positioned just inside the reef around the island at the one deep spot. Then someone could be sent on an ATV to rendezvous, and they would leave the island under the cover of darkness and water.

Their next stop would be DelRay's complex just off the coast of Chile, where the boys would wake up to a whole new life.

A life of pain.

A life of pleasure.

If they were good, they'd be rewarded. But if they were bad…

Wong was getting excited. He checked the schedule. Timmy's late morning appointment had cancelled. Poor man, must have been his drink, Wong laughed to himself, when in fact, he'd already known the client who had Timmy booked and slipped enough of a drug into his drink to take down a horse. That had freed up Timmy, and Wong couldn't wait.

He met the cocky little slave near the pool, as was usual. Timmy was happy to see him, and when Wong scanned his collar, Timmy's eyes went wide. "You wanna find out IF I'm any fun?" Wong asked him. Timmy didn't have to be told twice, and followed Wong back to his room. "But I like for people to watch, sir!" Timmy protested, which got him a rough jerk to the arm. Timmy's eyes went wider. "I hope you like it rough," Wong told him. Timmy reminded him that clients couldn't hurt boys – it wasn't allowed and the collars monitored them all to make sure. Wong laughed and tossed Timmy through the door, locking it.

Timmy just lay there on the floor, unsure of what to do.

"You don't like rough play?" Wong asked him, teasingly. Timmy smiled and thought that he was playing with him. Stupid little slut, Wong thought, going to his suitcase to find what he'd need. He'd hadn't come prepared, but just as he'd planned, the sealed bag that he had wanted has washed up on the beach the past night, right on schedule. It contained his favorite toys … for boys.

"Timmy, do you like bondage, and leather?" Wong asked. "I do!"

Timmy, who had only had one fuck so far that day, said that he did. "You gonna tie me up?" He squeaked in delight.

Wong did more than that. As he laid the slave boy out on the bed, he attached thick leather cuffs to Timmy's wrists and ankles, securing him on his stomach, spread-eagled. Then he placed a red ball gag in his mouth, tightening it. He then produced a small enema bulb, and injected Timmy's rectum with something cool and tingling. "I like my boys helpless, bound, and unable to cry out," Wong whispered in his ear, licking it. Timmy shuddered. Wong then penetrated him, using only the residuals from Timmy's last enema for lube. It was a surprise for Timmy, and he squealed into his gag. Wong was large, and he entered the boy in one hard thrust. Then he began to fuck him – hard.

Something was wrong, Timmy knew as soon as Wong entered him. He tried to scream at his collar for help, but the gag wouldn't let him. He couldn't spit it out, and he couldn't move. The only thing that saved him from being torn open was the extra lube he always shot up into himself, just in case. This time, it saved him. "You're very loose," Wong told him. "I don't like that. I'll have to punish you for it," he told Timmy, who was struggling in vain to get out of his restraints. "You only get to see the first one," Wong told him, as he rode him violently. Timmy cried, but Wong ignored it. Still, the slave boy was too well trained and he liked it too much. Even though it hurt, even though he was scared out of his mind, he moved with Wong and used his ass to pleasure him. Wong came, and when he did, he collapsed on the bound boy and squashed him. Timmy thought he'd suffocate before Wong rolled off.

"Now," Wong panted, as he got a cold drink and rested a bit. He didn't offer to untie Timmy, who hadn't orgasmed. Wong had made sure of that, in stroking up and not down, so as to avoid stimulating the boy's prostate too much. Then he produced a rubber hood with a suction bulb on it. He placed it over Timmy's head, but the boy was helpless to avoid it. "Sensory deprivation, Timmy. Once I seal the hood, you'll be blind, deaf, and it keeps all smells out. The ball gag won't let you taste, either, so all you'll have it TOUCH. And you will have touch, Timmy! This will be a fuck you'll never forget!" And then Wong sealed the hood over his head.

Timmy screamed.

Then Wong fucked him again, this time, making sure that the boy came as well. He'd removed the ankle cuffs, repositioning them so that Timmy's legs were raised and secured to the headboard. It was the optimal position, and he battered the boy's prostate with his cock. Timmy shook his head, but no sound escaped the gag. The only sign that he had orgasmed, a dry one, Wong saw – was when he stopped moving. Wong used smelling salts to revive him.

Inside the hood, immobilized, Timmy was scared out of his mind. Why hadn't the collar reported his condition? Why hadn't it picked up his vitals and called for help, or why hadn't anyone been monitoring him? He was in a guest's room – that meant that someone was always watching on security video! He was in trouble, yet no one was coming for him? And how – how – could Hop Sing's uncle do this to him? He was so nice! Hop Sing loved him! But Timmy couldn't dwell on it. He was torn between pleasure and panic. Unable to see or hear, his only sensation was the fucking going on in his ass. And it was a hard one. No one had ever fucked him so hard. Wong was hurting him, but the orgasm that was coming, Timmy knew, would be devastating. He wanted to get loose, but he also wanted the orgasm.

In security, the cameras played back an empty room for the guard watching Wong's suite.

Timmy fainted when it came, but something smelly woke him up. Then he felt something else being put up inside of him. Something large. And another new sensation – something being put up his peehole! The suction of the hood relaxed a bit, and Timmy could hear again.

"This is a nice plug for you, Timmy," Wong was saying, as the plug was forced in. "I've coated it with some of that stuff they stick up your butts for boys that don't wanna fuck. You're going to itch inside, Timmy. And your prostate will swell up. But when I inflate this plug, and it begins to vibrate, it'll work itself back and forth, like an automated fucking machine! All you have to do is lay there and you can cum, over and over again, all day long. Why, in fact, I've actually seen boys DIE of pleasure from this setup I'm giving you! Won't that be fun, you little slut?" Wong asked him harshly. Timmy then felt a searing pain in his buttocks as Wong whipped him with something. He screamed again as the plug was inflated and began to vibrate and caress his swollen prostate. Then Wong was putting that thing up his peehole.

"The probe," Wong told him, "is tight. I'm sure you feel it. It's got a small battery in it, and it'll sit right inside your prostate and vibrate, too. Every now and then, it'll deliver a small shock to your prostate. One bad thing is that it makes it impossible for you to pee, although you'll feel the urgent need to do so the whole time. You're going to cum, Timmy, all day long, nonstop! What's that?" Wong mocked him, "No, I'm leaving. You see, Sander and Hop Sing and I have a date with some very bad men. They're leaving with me, and they're not coming back. I hope you don't miss them too much, but then again, it doesn't matter. You see, Timmy, I'm leaving you here. There's a virus loose in Ben's precious security system, and it thinks that you're with a client somewhere else. Later, it'll lie and say you're in your room.

"No one knows you're here, Timmy, and housekeeping doesn't come until tomorrow morning. But by this afternoon, maybe this evening, you'll either be dead – or hopelessly insane. Sensory deprivation does that to a person. You see, the body can only take so much pleasure! You can't pee, and you can't get a drink. You can't see or hear. The drugs in your rectum, too, are going to make you horny and keep you conscious! You're overdosed, Timmy, and your heart and nerves won't be able to stand it!" Wong then paused to thrash the boy's buttocks again, leaving angry red welts. "You're going to orgasm to death, Timmy," Wong promised him. "Tell me I'm no fun, indeed! Isn't THIS fun, Timmy?" Wong demanded.

Timmy struggled, but it was no use. He was trapped.

"Goodbye, Timmy," Wong told him, sealing the hood again.

He then gathered up his things and went to find Sander and Hop Sing, leaving Timmy alone in his quiet darkness with the electronic plugs working at him. It didn't take long for the orgasms to begin – orgasms from which Timmy could not escape.

Someone help me! Timmy thought wildly, I don't wanna die! Help!

But there was no way he could call for help, and when Chris asked his collar where Timmy was, it told him that he was at the beach with a client.

Wong first went in search of Hop Sing.

Chapter 11
The Abduction

"Lewie?" He whispered, "Lewie, hello? Respond please!"

Lewie, who just happened to be getting a snack after finishing with a client, jumped and threw his popcorn everywhere. His collar was talking to him, but it wasn't the usual orders. "Yeah?" The small boy asked nervously.

"Lewie, listen to me. Go find Ben. Tell him there's a boy in trouble in John Wong's room! Wong hurt him, and he's going to die if you don't help him! Wong is also going to find Hop Sing and Sander, and steal them off the island. Run, Lewie!" Tsu ordered him.

Lewie didn't argue – he ran.

Tsu sat back and waited. Then he picked up the phone. It was a call that he'd made several times in the past – calls that had initially gotten him into the mess that he was in. Yet he remembered something… someone… that he'd met in the past for one of his gambling fiascos. If he was right, and he prayed that he was, then perhaps there was a chance to rescue the two boys from Wong. But he'd have to let Wong take them first. That would make it harder. Tsu knew, however, that he had to let Wong think that he'd succeeded in his plan. Only then could he expose himself. "What do you want?" A boyish voice answered him. "More bets, Mr. Loser?"

"Listen to me, Li," Tsu said, "This is a matter of life and death – literally. I need to know, Li, did you grow up at a place called San Carlos Island?"

The line went silent.

"Yes," Li finally answered, "Why?"

"Thought so," Tsu nodded happily. He remembered Li's voice, a boy's voice, and his tall and slender build and perfect face. There could be only one explanation – Li was a eunuch. It followed that his boss, a high level mob figure, had to know this when he'd hired him as an 'enforcer'. But Tsu went on. "Does the name 'Lǚ Dòngbīn' mean anything to you? Little Chinese boy about ten years old, small, sickly?"

"You wanna get killed after all?" Li asked.

"No, but I need to speak with your boss, Li. You see, my boy is on that island. Someone's out to start a plan to kidnap boys from there – nullified boys – and hurt them. You know where I work, Li, so you know that I know this. If I'm right, your boss is about to lose money – a LOT of money," Tsu told him. Li put his boss on the line at once.

Tsu smiled.

He'd been right after all. For once, his gamble had paid off.

"Someone screwing with Ben Toeber's operations?" A man's voice asked. "Someone messing up the boys?"

While Wong was paging Lewie, Hop Sing was taking his scheduled rest break. He was alone in his room, and the door was locked. He'd been wondering at his collar's warning – his father's – warning, most of the day. He felt like something was wrong, but he just couldn't place it. Then the door opened. Hop Sing looked up to see his Uncle John standing there.

"Uncle!" The boy blurted happily, "What are you doing here?"

The door slid shut and locked.

Hop Sing stared at his Uncle in shock. He was naked, and he was erect and aroused. There was a look on his face that Hop Sing had never seen before, and it frightened him. He sat down on the boy's bed and touched his face. Finally, Wong thought, Finally!

"Uncle?" Hop Sing asked, confused, as Wong reached down and touched his nullo place. Hop Sing pushed his hand away. Wong drew his back and slapped him.

The look on the boy's face was almost enough to make Wong cum right there. The hurt, the shock, and the terror were tangible. He was going to take the boy – no, rape the boy – and he was going to make him like it. He was going to teach him that being hurt, that suffering pain, was the highest form of love that his dear Uncle could give him. Yes, he was going to hurt him.

"No!" Hop Sing breathed, "Uncle, no! What are you doing? You aren't supposed to DO that with ME!"

Wong then grabbed him, rolling him over onto his tummy. The boy struggled, but Wong was too heavy to throw off. Hop Sing felt his cock entering him, and he screamed, crying out for help. But the security system didn't relay it. It showed only Hop Sing sleeping on his bed to those monitoring it.

Then Wong entered him fully.

The pain was unbelievable. Again, Hop Sing screamed, but Wong put a hand over his mouth as he thrust at the boy – hard. "I'm doing this because I LOVE you so much," Wong told him, "I always loved you like a son, Hop! Stop fighting me! Let Uncle show you his love!"

And something inside of Hop Sing died right then.

Listening in on his son, as he ever was, Tsu paused in his chat with the man who'd almost ruined his life. And when the story of how Hop Sing had been sold to Ben Toeber finally came out, as the conversation progressed over business interests and bad debts, the normally all-business, and unknown, man on the other end of the line changed his tone.

"You there, Tsu?" the man asked.

"That bastard Wong is raping my son on the island," Tsu whispered, "He's tampered with the security system!"

"I think I need to come and see you in person," the man growled, "Ben's a friend of mine, and we can't have his business compromised by someone like this. We will teach him a lesson."

"Collar told me!" Lewie repeated to Ben for the umpteenth time. "Timmy in trouble!"

"Timmy is with a client on the beach," the computer replied to Ben. Lewie didn't know what to do. Ben didn't believe him! He thought Lewie's hysterics were cute! Lewie raced out the door and ran for the beach. He knew the favorite spots there to get fucked, and no one was there. He screamed at his collar, "Computer wrong, Ben! No one here! Just swimmers! No Timmy!"

Ben wasn't sure what to do. The system had never been wrong before. It couldn't be wrong. Then something clicked over in his mind. "Wong!" He growled, dashing over to the building where his own IT-people ran the computer system. Wong liked to hurt boys, Ben knew, but he'd said that didn't do that anymore. Ben chided himself for being so stupid as to believe him; men like Wong never changed. "Security, report to guest room registered to John Wong, NOW!" Ben yelled. Then he thought better to trust the comm-system and flagged down a real guard, who just happened to have a hold of a very hysterical Lewie. They ran for Wong's room.

Unable to bear the fact of what his uncle was doing to him, and combined with the orgasm that hit him, Hop Sing's brain shut down. Wong smacked him once, then hauled the insensate boy to the showers and washed the evidence out of his rectum with an enema. Then he sedated him and put him back in bed. He left the room and went in search of Sander.

He found the boy in garden shed, with some other boy that he didn't know. Wong was shocked at first, as they were just sitting there talking. Sander was dressed in his work uniform, but the other boy – with a red collar and older – was naked… and intact. He looked familiar. Having grabbed up his bag and put on some clothing again for their departure, Wong pulled a stunner out but he didn't need it. The other boy was saying goodbye. He hid behind the door until he left, glad that there was one less witness to deal with.

"Hello, Sander," Wong said in a cold voice. "Ready to go?"

"Go?" Sander asked, confused. "Where?"

"With me, you stupid boy," Wong told him. "You have a date – a permanent one – with Mr. Lester DelRay!"

Sander's blood ran cold. Matti had told him all about DelRay. He backed up, but there was nowhere to go. He considered screaming, but Wong had pulled out a personal stunner and was pointing it at him and shaking his head.

"You're going to leave your friends a note, Sander. You'll take it to your room, and come back here. I'll be waiting. You won't tell anyone, because if you do, your friends will die for it. You see, I've stashed Timmy somewhere, and he's in a bad way. I'd say he only has about two hours left before he expires. And Hop Sing, well, you'll find him in your room, poisoned," Wong lied. "If you don't cooperate, I won't give Ben the antidote. And don't bother to try and call for help – I've sabotaged the computer. It's going to completely forget all about you, and lie about your friends' whereabouts. Now, write!" Wong ordered him, handing him a pen and pad and dictating Sander's suicide note.

Sander did as he was told. If giving up his life – because he knew that DelRay would probably kill him – would save his friends, then he would do it. He was miserable anyway. He'd lost everything, despite Matti's promises, which he just didn't believe. And if DelRay killed him, well, at least that wasn't suicide. With his head hanging, Sander went back to his room and put the note on Hop Sing's pillow. He kissed the boy's cheek, seeing that he was hardly breathing, he was so heavily sedated. But Sander didn't know that. He wasn't sure to believe Wong or not, but Hop Sing was still and cool. Sander covered him.

"I love you, little brother," he whispered, as he headed back to the shed.

He didn't see everyone rushing to search the guest hotel, namely Wong's room. He was oblivious to anyone around him. When he arrived back at the shed, Wong was waiting. "We're going for a walk in the jungle," Wong told him, "And when we reach the far side of the island, we wait. When it gets darker out, then we go. Now, turn around and bend over," Wong told him. He then yanked Sander's shorts down and injected something into his rectum. Sander went limp at once and his vision blurred. The last thing he remembered was Wong putting some kind of hood over his head and binding his limbs.

"Told you! Told you!" Lewie was screaming, as they broke into Wong's room and found Timmy. The boy was very still, only moving when a slight tremor overtook him. Doctor Knox saw to him as security tore the room apart.

"All Wong's things are gone, sir," a guard reported.

"Ronnie?" Ben demanded, as Knox pulled the hood off of Timmy. The boy's eyes were wide, and glazed. He was hyperventilating, but in shallow breathes. When the hood came off and the gag came out, he screamed. He screamed until Knox sedated him and began freeing him. "I don't know, Ben," Knox snapped, "I have to get him to the hospital! Jesus! What kind of person would DO this?!"

"Wong," Ben growled, turning to the guard. "Get over to IT and have them dump the system. Wong's upgrade to the computers obviously was a fraud! Wipe the system from the day he arrived and reload it! Lewie, how did you know about this?"

"Collar!" Lewie repeated, rolling his eyes. "Collar, talks to Lewie, tell Ben!" He explained.

"Ben Toeber?" Lewie's collar then spoke up. Ben sat down hard on the bed in shock. He knew that voice.

"Tsu?" Ben gasped.

"Yes," the collar replied. "I work for John Wong. I am Hop Sing's father. Your system has been compromised by first me, then Wong, Ben. I can only tell you this now that I have the confidence of some very powerful men with me to protect my family. I couldn't tell you sooner. For that I am sorry." Tsu then told them all the story behind just HOW Hop Sing had come to be on the island, and how Wong had used the Tsu family for his own twisted desires. He explained quickly how Wong had set him up to steal Hop Sing from him, to make sure he became an island boy for Ben, and then how he'd spotted the virus-like bug in Ben's security software upgrade that Wong was delivering in person. Ben didn't question it a bit. The evidence was all around him.

"Wong's going to take Sander, that's his whole agenda," Tsu then said. "He's raped my son," the man cried, "But… but… he's still in his room, Q. is! You've got to help him, Toeber! He hates sex, and he loves… loved his uncle John – trusted him – and he raped him! He hurt him! He might not survive this! Ben, I don't want out of the contract, I do, but… never mind! You have to help my boy!"

"Page the doctor, Tsu, Ronnie Knox. Send him to Hop Sing's room. We'll talk later," Ben assured him, "Right now, we can't trust the computers here. We have to manually find Sander and Wong," he snapped at the guards. "Lewie, round everyone up! All the boys, all the guests. Go get on the PA system in my office and call everyone to the arena! That's a manual speaker! Now!"

Lewie ran.

Normally, the arena was only used for cutting boys and the big show it was. This time, however, every single slave boy and client on the island was there, with the exception of Timmy, Hop Sing, and Doctor Knox and a nurse. No one knew how Timmy was yet as Ben took the center stage. "Security has been compromised here on the island," Ben began, "One of our boys has been kidnapped! If anyone knows Sander," he said, as the holoscreens lit up with Sander's most recent image, "We have to find him. It is thought that he's been kidnapped by John Wong," the image changed, "For the purpose of being taken to one Lester DelRay!"

A loud murmur ran through the crowd.

It was obvious that a great deal of the guests knew DelRay.

And didn't like him.

"I can't ask you all to help, as guests, but…" Ben started, but an angry roar cut him off. He didn't need to ask for their help.

So it was that the search for Sander began.

The ATV was hidden right where DelRay's men had told Wong that it would be. He tied the unconscious Sander across the rack like a hunted animal, stashed his bags, then took off into the jungle along a trail that DelRay's men had cut during the nights after he'd infected the computer with his 'upgrade'. Things were going perfectly, with the exception of leaving Hop Sing behind. But he would come, Wong knew. He'd wake up and find the note and come after Sander, naive as he was.

No one would have thought to go that deep into the jungles, and many of the clients in the search didn't. Security, while they had ATV's of their own and a chopper, couldn't see through the dense foliage from above. They searched until dark, but no one discovered the trail.

"Sander's collar isn't registering, sir," a guard told Ben, when he located him in the hospital. "It's HERE, but the signal is random. Something is damaging it."

"Figures," Ben growled, "Keep looking. And keep all the boys under house arrest, too! We don't want to lose anyone else!" He then turned to Knox. "How is he?"

Timmy was in bed, heavily sedated. There was a tube up his rectum, and another up his urethra. There was also a tube coming from a fresh stoma on his right side. Knox was infusing something into him, muttering about tissue regrowth and cellular duplication and nerve damage. He waved Ben off. "Physically, I can repair the damage," Knox snarled, still angry over what had been done to the boy. "But there's extensive bruising and rupture to the prostate, burns in the urethra, and both rectal and bladder tearing. He's lost blood inside, and even with stem cell cultures, there's no way to know the extent of the nerve damage. That contraption Wong had shoved up in him just kept making him orgasm over and over, and the nerves aren't built for that. It also damaged his anal and urinary sphincters, and there's infection – he's septic as hell. All of that I can repair, in time, and with surgery and physical therapy, but…"

"But?" Ben asked.

"He's probably ruined, Ben," Knox told him. "The psychological trauma from literally being pleasured to death, almost, is going to be bad. I'll be very surprised if he can even get near an intact man again, much less have intercourse. And if the nerves don't regenerate right, he'll be numb and incontinent for life. He won't even be able to feel pleasure. What I really need, Ben, is a fresh umbilical cord from a baby delivery to treat the damaged areas with. I've done a LOT of research into that, you know, especially with the nerve bundle transplants after nullifications."

It wasn't funny, but everyone laughed. The chances for finding a pregnant woman in labor on San Carlos Island were very slim.

"No more fuck for Timmy?" Lewie asked. The boy had refused to leave Ben's side, and Ben was happy to have him there. There was something comforting about him. Lewie was quietly crying, just sitting there holding Timmy's hand. He knew that Wong had done this to his friend, and he remembered how Wong had fucked him too. Hard. "Bad man," He muttered.

"It's getting dark out," Knox observed, just as a guard burst in with Chris. Being Sander's roomie, Chris had been drafted by security to go and hunt down all of their secret hiding places. It had been very informative for the guards, but they hadn't found Sander. What they had found was a very groggy Hop Sing wanting to help, and the suicide note from Sander. Ben read it while Knox tended to Hop Sing, scanning him and drawing blood. He fed the bloody strip into his stand-along computer. "Just sedated, that's why I just left him in bed," Knox nodded. "He's fine, really."

"He was raped by Wong," Hop Sing's collar spoke up. "Ben? You there? I still can't get video to work! All the cameras are still down!"

"Keep on it, Tsu!" Ben snapped. Since exposing himself, Tsu had explained to Ben just WHO he was – the designer of the codes that ran the whole island. Ben had been more than happy to turn him totally loose in the system then, even procuring the best connection for him. Of course, when the computers had all shut down and dumped, Tsu had lost the link. However, as soon as the collars had first come back online, Hop Sing's chip had linked back into the network. He didn't tell Ben about THAT! "Any luck on Sander?" Ben added.

"None, it's like he was never registered," Tsu replied.

"Father?" Hop Sing mumbled, as Knox gave him a stimulant. They had to question him, and Hop Sing spilled it. He told them everything. What got everyone's attention, though, was the dark look on his face. Hop Sing was angry.

"Son?"

"Father, they took my brother Sander," Hop Sing said in a cold voice. "They hurt Timmy. And… and… HE raped me, father! He hurt me!"

"I know, Q., we don't know how to find Sander. Wong wiped him from the database, totally. He's gone, son."

"NO!" Hop Sing said defiantly, which gave them all pause again. "Sander would not write that note like that. Wong made him do it – I know it. Sander did not want to die anymore."

"He's right," Chris surmised, "Hop was getting Sander over it, gettin' through to him. He's not suicidal."

"So why the note?" Ben asked.

"Bait," Chris reasoned. "Wong likes to hurt boys. He stole Sander. And he raped Hop Sing."

"But why leave Hop Sing here?" Knox asked.

Ben snapped his fingers. "Because he couldn't take him without being seen, he was in a well populated area. Wong knows the boy will follow him!"

"But to where?" Tsu cut in. "We can't find him?!"

"I can find him," Hop Sing nodded. "Sander has been gone a lot lately, sneaking out. He told me where he'd been going, to the far side of the island, sometimes all day, when Ben took him off duty. There's a high cliff and deep water there."

"I know that place," Ben agreed, "But how do you know Wong will take him there?"

"How can you get off the island and not been seen?" Chris asked. "Planes make noise and you can see them, even in the dark, radar would track them. Boats make noise, too. And there's a reef all around the island, too. We learned it in geography class here! But at that cliff, there's a hole in the reef."

"Submarine!" Tsu exclaimed. "Would DelRay have a sub?"

"He can afford it," Ben nodded. "But will he wait for Hop Sing to show when he knows we're after him?"

"He doesn't know," Tsu replied, "He thinks his software bug is foolproof, and he has no clue that I've accessed the system all along. He thinks he's got me cornered, but he's wrong. He'll wait until after dark just to be sure. And he wants… he wants…" but Tsu couldn't say it.

"He wants ME," Hop Sing finished for him. "Father, I have to go."

"You can't!" Ben exclaimed, "He'll take you and… and DelRay… he… he's a monster, Hop! He'll kill you with what he does to boys!'

"He will kill Sander if I do not go," Hop Sing declared.

"And you think YOU can save him?" Knox asked, "This is nuts, Ben! He can't go!"

"Father, will you be with me?" Hop Sing asked.

"I will," Tsu assured him, but no one there had a clue as to how.

"Ben, sir, I need clothes and boots, socks, a hat, bug spray, a light…" Hop Sing listed it all.

"You're really going?" Ben asked, as a guard went to get the things.

"He won't last, he's too tired from his day," Knox replied.

"Get him an ATV, then," Ben snapped, "One with a tracker! Is the GPS system fully operational yet?"

"Yes," Tsu confirmed. "You're almost back to 100%."

"But how do we find HOP SING when Wong takes HIM?" Ben demanded.

"Trust me," Tsu laughed, literally. "Trust me!"

And so it was that Hop Sing, dressed as if for a safari, set off into the dark jungle – alone.

"I'm coming, brother," he chanted like a mantra, following the trail that Sander had told only him about.

Unknown to everyone, Tsu watched the GPS tracker that had locked onto the one-way chip implanted in Hop Sing's neck.

It took the boy some time to arrive at the cliff, Sander's secret place. As he parked the ATV and got off, he called for Sander, wondering at how long it would have taken his friend to walk there and back. Probably all night, Hop Sing wondered.

"Hello, Hop," the boy then heard Wong's voice answer him. "Glad you could make it, you stupid boy! And get a load of that outfit? What are you supposed to be? A safari guide?"

"Why?" Hop Sing simply asked, as the last bit of love that he had for the man he called 'uncle' drained out of him. The sight of Sander's unconscious from, lying on the ground next to Wong's ATV, was too much for him.

"Because someone wants him, and I wanted you," Wong replied flatly. "And if you think you were loved, boy, then you're more stupid that I thought!"

"Give me back my friend," Hop Sing said.

"No," Wong replied. "And since you came for him, which I knew you would, you can come with us!"

"You wrote the note," Hop Sing said, "Sander would not have done that."

"Very good," Wong nodded, as he advanced upon the boy. He wasted no time. In the darkness, Hop Sing didn't even see the stunner.

"Stupid, lovely, stupid boy," Wong murmured, as he popped the green collars and tossed them into the sea. He knew very well that the GPS tracker would show that Hop Sing was now lying on the bottom of the ocean and that Sander was just plain GONE.

He then bound the boy, and hauled the both of them down to the beach where they took an inflatable raft to the awaiting submarine.

Chapter 12
Preparations

"Pack up and go get your family," Li's boyish voice told him. "Come to airport, check in as Mr. Dongbin and family for charter flight. It's all arranged. Boss says we all need a vacation."

It wasn't hard to convince his boys that they were going somewhere, but the missus protested. Tsu silenced her with a direct order and within the hour, the Tsu family was checking in as the Dongbins at the airport. They were directed to a small but fast-looking charter jet, and when they boarded, they found several men in immaculate suits waiting for them. As they were seated, Tsu was greeted by a face he didn't really want to see.

"Mr. Chow," he nodded to the man who had taken the money that he'd received for Hop Sing. Chow greeted him warmly, and when he leaned forward across the aisle, Tsu noticed a small boy seated next to him. "Word is that your company may be going under," Chow said conversationally, "So we hear. I think Wong is up to no good, regardless of what he likes to do?" Chow winked at him and patted the boy's leg. "This is my nephew, Keye. It's his birthday shortly, and he's going to the Island," Chow said. Tsu cringed. "Oh, don't look at me like that," Chow laughed, "Nephew knows all about it. His cousin went last season, and he knows all about it." Keye didn't say a thing. He just looked out the window. "Sons are good, but too many sons or illegitimate ones can get in the way," Chow explained, waving off Tsu's protest, "Don't worry. I've spoken with Ben already. Other than some, ahhh, red security measures, we'll say, your boys will be safe on the island. We all will be."

"Do you think this will work?" Tsu asked, as his family looked on in confusion. After all, a surprise vacation was a very strange thing for them – not that the boys minded.

"Of course it will work. What I want to know is how YOU think it will work, and HOW we find out where to go?" Chow asked.

Tsu leaned over and whispered in Chow's ear about the chip in Hop Sing's neck. Chow smiled at him. "I think you need a new job," he literally beamed, as the charter jet opened up its engines and roared towards San Carlos Island.

Back at the Tsu home, a clock chimed. It was silenced by men ransacking the house, though. "There's no one here!" One of them shouted in frustration.

Tsu thought about that job offer for a moment.

"Father, are we going to Hop Sing's island?" Guo Jian spoke up.

Tsu looked over his shoulder at his thirteen year old son and reluctantly nodded. He just hoped that Ben Toeber and Chow had some kind of security measures in place to shield his family from what was really going on at the island. After all, Guo Jian had wanted to go – thought that HE should be the one to go – and now there they all were. Even An Dong's girlfriend, more further along in her disguised pregnancy than the young couple had admitted, was there.

"Stop worrying about them and worry about your other son," Chow whispered to Tsu. "And don't think too badly of me, right Li?" He asked.

"Yes, sir," Li nodded. "It's a good place to grow up," he added, smiling. "I can't wait to get back. I miss it."

Finally, Mrs. Tsu spoke up. She wasn't stupid, after all.

"This has something to do with you gambling, doesn't it, husband?" She demanded, as she stood up and smacked Tsu upside the head with her purse. "They're going to dump us all in the ocean, aren't they?!" She yelled.

Chow laughed.

"You didn't tell her, did you?"

"No," Mr. Tsu grumbled.

"Trust me, it's a vacation!" Chow assured her.

"It looks like a mob hit to me," An Dong spoke up.

"In a way," Chow agreed, "But it's not YOU we're hitting. Your father is in the top security company in the world, boy, and the company has problems. Big problems. This could be a global disaster, actually."

The Tsu family went quiet.

"Your father has proven that he is honorable man," Chow went on, "You are right, An Dong, was it? Yes, you are! But your father is working for US now. You're part of the bigger family now, so to speak."

"Then the person you plan to hit knows, and they would have come after us?" Mrs. Tsu reasoned. Chow nodded. "That's why you took all of us along? And my husband is the only one who knows how to get you what you need? What's to say that you won't just kill us, then, when you're done with him?"

"If you'd stayed home, you'd be dead by now, knowing this man we want," Chow nodded, "You're in no danger from us."

"Bad business, ma'am," Li explained, as Chow nodded at him. It was clear that Mrs. Tsu was tiring him. "We don't work that way. To maximize the profits, one must maintain the best resources. And Mr. Tsu is obviously the best. Losing him would be a waste."

"This has something to do with Hop Sing being apprenticed, doesn't it?" Mrs. Tsu demanded of her husband, which sent Chow, Li, and all of the other men into fits of laughter. Next to Chow, young Keye snorted.

"Innovative way to explain it," Chow finally gasped.

"Ma'am," Li told her, "You have NO idea how important Hop Sing is to all of this. In fact, most of the chances for success ride on him. In fact, every security system in the world built by HKS3 rides on him right now. John Wong, your father's boss, is a very bad man, let's say," Li added.

Mrs. Tsu went pale. Guo Jian's and An Dong's jaws dropped.

"Now, let's talk about the patent on that new bio-chip you designed, Tsu," Chow offered, as the plane flew on.

Jie Kang and Keye had gone to sleep.

When they touched down at San Carlos Island's runway, there were no boys hanging on the fence to watch the landing. But every security guard on the island was there to meet them. So were Ben Toeber and Doctor Ronnie Knox.

"That was fast," Toeber congratulated Chow, turning to Li. "Welcome back, boy," he smiled. Li hugged him. "Look at you, all grown up and still a baby's face! Working hard?"

"Li works very hard for Mr. Chow," Li bowed.

"I don't doubt it, you always were a hard-working boy," Toeber smiled again. "And this must be the family? Tsu, we'll all chat on the way, if you don't mind? I need you over in IT right now! Things are working perfectly again, we just have to wait." He then nodded to Keye, who was leaning close to Mr. Chow. "Is this one staying?"

"Yes, and he knows," Chow told Toeber, "But the paperwork and check-in can wait."

"Uncle?" Keye whined, but that was all he said. A look from Chow silenced him.

"Ma'am, if you'll come with me?" Knox asked Mrs. Tsu, "Right over here to the receiving room?"

"Don't worry about your boys, Tsu," Toeber assured him, "All the island boys are confined to the grounds between their dorm and the guests' hotel. Right now, we're under a lockdown, still, so your family won't see a thing. Did you tell them?"

Tsu shook his head, glancing over to see Knox having his family filling out some forms.

"We'll find some entertainment for them. You sure you don't want to sell that middle one?" Toeber joked. Tsu shook his head.

"Boys," one of the guards then asked, holding out some red collars. The Tsu boys, plus Keye, stared at him.

"Security collars with GPS tracking," Toeber explained, "Built and programmed by your father, boys. They're to keep you safe. They record your location, and also serve as communications, like a phone. They don't come off, so don't try."

The guards then snapped the red collars around all of the boys' necks. Tsu breathed a sigh of relief when no one tried to take the boys' clothing. Keye looked sideways at the Tsu boys, but didn't say a thing as Knox ushered them all out for a "routine checkup… island safety, you see… have the boys had all their shots?" Mr. Tsu heard Knox chatting about something about a child psychologist with the missus, but he didn't catch it. He'd been spending far too much time away from his family, he realized. Hell, any of the boys could have had any number of medical problems, and he'd had not known a thing about it.

Tsu got into a golf cart with Toeber and Chow, and they headed for the IT building to get down to work.

At that point, though, it was mainly a waiting game as they watched the blip that was Hop Sing traveling south-southeast towards South America.

"You're pregnant!" Knox exclaimed, reading over the scans of An Dong's girlfriend, Mie.

"Seven months. Small babies run in my family. I was only 4 pounds," Mie admitted, having been carefully hiding her condition with large clothing. Knox was not impressed and admitted her for tests. He dismissed the Tsu boys and their mother with a couple of guards, but kept Keye. As he was getting Keye ready for his physical exam across the hall, Matti came in, looking a little confused. Mie gasped at the sight of the naked boy. Matti jumped as well, snapping out of the daze he was in.

"What's SHE doing here?" Matti yelped.

"Oh, Mie, did I mention that this was… ahhh… sort of a nudist resort? Clothing optional?" Knox asked lamely.

"No," Mie grinned, but that thought didn't bother her, it seemed, as she eyed Matti. Matti blushed harder.

Knox wondered how she'd take it – how they'd all take it – if they happened to run across a naked eunuch, though!

Pregnant, Knox thought, as he set up to do another scan of Mie's unborn child. Timmy, my boy, this is YOUR lucky day!

"Matti, take Keye to the other exam room, if you would, and get him prepped and cleaned up and out for me?" Knox asked, "Ben's busy, so the boy's check-in will have to wait until tomorrow. Once he's clean, I'll be in for the rest of the exam? Oh, and you can go ahead and have one of the nurses start him on his shots?" Knox added. Keye looked nervous, but followed Matti to the exam room.

When he was finished with his scans, Knox led Mie in to the main ward. Timmy was the only resident, and he was sleeping, covered by a white blanket.

Mie stared at him. "What happened to him?" She asked.

"Mie, I have to ask you something, regarding your baby," Knox told her.

Over in IT, Tsu, Toeber and Chow waited.

After an hour, the blip was still moving.

"Let's go relax in the pool," Toeber suggested. "The alarm will go off if the blip stops. I know DelRay has a place somewhere near Chile, so that's what we're waiting for. He won't arrive there until much later tonight."

In their guest suite, the Tsu family settled in. They were on a high floor, and had the floor all to themselves with guards at the elevators and stairs. The doors had also been programmed to not let the boys out of their suites.

"Oh, dear," Mrs. Tsu gasped, reading over a more sanitized brochure about the island. If nothing else, Ben Toeber was prepared for almost anything. It wasn't the first time he'd had to hide someone on the island, after all.

"What is it, mother?" Guo Jian asked, looking out the window. "I'm bored already!"

"Well… uhhh… I don't know… it's ahhh… well, boys, the resort here is… sort of…" she wheedled.

"Clothing optional?" An Dong asked, gesturing out the window. "I swear there's a naked man down by the pool!"

"Well, yes," Mrs. Tsu admitted, with just a bit of a flush. Her biological clock might have been ticking, but the alarm was far from going off! Perhaps it WOULD be a good vacation spot after all!

"Can we go swimming?" little Jie Kang asked, bouncing on one of the beds.

"I think I'd better call your father," Mrs. Tsu groaned.

"That's him in the pool!" An Dong exclaimed.

Mrs. Tsu looked perplexed, then anxious. "Boys, I'll be right back," she promised, and out she went.

"That's disgusting," Toeber grimaced, as Mr. and Mrs. Tsu frolicked in the pool. Actually, it was the very thing that Mr. Tsu needed. He had so much to tell his wife, and he'd missed his family so much. Chow watched and laughed. Mrs. Tsu, it seemed, was a bit of an exhibitionist herself!

About then, Ben's phone rang.

"Ben, me bored!" Lewie's voice complained. "No roomie yet, and wanna go out!"

Toeber winked at Chow.

"Guard, send Lewie down here," Toeber called, winking at Chow. "I think it's high time Mrs. Tsu found out what's going on. If we don't do something, we're going to be out of business. The natives are getting restless!" 

Mrs. Tsu's reaction to Lewie was less than serene, which Toeber and Chow both enjoyed. Having raised four boys, it wasn't the nudity aspect that bothered her. She was often interrupted in the bath herself, and saw her sons naked all the time. What shocked her was Lewie's lack of male genitals, having initially mistaken him for a short-haired little girl. Mr. Tsu almost had a stroke right there in the pool. When the missus had calmed down, Ben Toeber explained it to her, with Lewie's help. As Lewie sat on Mrs. Tsu's lap in a deck chair, Toeber explained it all to her. Mrs. Tsu's face darkened as he told her the whole story about John Wong. Apparently, his story had just saved Mr. Tsu's life, as the looks she'd been giving her husband were deadly.

"So it was Wong who stole Hop Sing from you," Chow added. "He set up your husband to get to the boy."

"And that's why we're here, to help you catch him?" Mrs. Tsu asked.

"Pretty much," Toeber admitted, "And to protect you. With Wong in with DelRay, we can't be too careful. They know I'm pissed, and they'll probably be after you, too."

"And Hop Sing was… was… made like Lewie here?" Mrs. Tsu asked in disbelief.

"Yes, he was," Toeber nodded. "Most of the boys are. But you should be proud of your son, ma'am. He hates being a sex slave, but the neutering didn't seem to bother him at all. It's his sense of duty to his family that really impresses us. He's a fine lad who'd do anything for his family or friends."

"So he gets… he gets… well…" Mrs. Tsu fumbled.

"Fucked, every day!" Lewie piped up, smiling. Mrs. Tsu almost fainted.

"The red collars will keep our boys from being ahhh… mistaken for island boys," Mr. Tsu offered lamely, "The others aren't in any danger of that… being molested… I mean, never mind!"

"Husband, this is much to accept," Mrs. Tsu sighed, obviously still not over the shock of learning that her husband was dealing with a business that brokered in supplying neutered boys for sex slaves to rich men, and that one of her own sons was now a said 'island boy'. "But I understand what John did to you. To us. Poor Hop Sing!" She then cried, bursting into tears. Lewie hugged her and tried to make her feel better.

"The boys here are all treated very well," Toeber assured her, "And they're all financially set for life when they leave. Granted, they're all still eunuchs when they leave, and always will be, but sex isn't everything."

Mrs. Tsu composed herself, busying her hands with trying to do something with Lewie's hair. The small eunuch laughed at being mothered.

"Me very happy here," Lewie assured her. "Hop good boy, friend to Lewie! Miss him," Lewie sighed.

"And you… you like being…?" Mrs. Tsu struggled for words, pointing at Lewie's sexless crotch.

"Being eunuch sex-boy?" Lewie laughed, "Love it!"

"Husband, we need to talk about Guo Jian's little… ahhh… problem, then," Mrs. Tsu stated, which got the men's attention at once.

Mr. Tsu looked confused. Ben and Chow looked interested.

"Guo Jian is gay," Mrs. Tsu informed him. "He's known since he was eight."

Toeber fell off his chair in laughter.

"Well, at least you got oldest son, making grandbabies now!" Chow laughed, too.

Tsu looked as if he might just drown himself.

"Has he… has he?" Tsu fumbled.

"Got a boyfriend? No," Mrs. Tsu replied, "If you were around more, you'd know! An Dong told me. Guo Jian confides in him, but he's not sexually active – yet."

"What do you say to letting him out of his room?" Toeber asked slyly. "Find out if he really is?"

"Are ALL the boys here… like Lewie?" Mrs. Tsu asked again.

"Most, but we do have what we call trainers, intact older boys, who teach the new boys about sex," Toeber answered. "Clients can't have a slave boy until he's trained and has a green collar on. Guo Jian will be perfectly safe."

"Well, I guess there's always going to be adults who want children," Mrs. Tsu shook her head. "At least you provide a safe place for it and care for the boys."

"That's the general idea, yes," Toeber smiled at her. "Ma'am, if you think your boy's gay, this is the perfect place for him to find out for sure. We can put him with a trainer, a good and gentle one, and he can experience it. If he likes it, well, then he likes it. You can't cure a boy who's gay, like they used to try and do. Here, he can express himself and have a good time and know for sure."

"Hop Sing's brother staying?" Lewie piped up excitedly.

"Why don't you go and fetch him?" Toeber suggested.

Lewie found Guo Jian in his room, where An Dong and his little brother had already eaten and made use of the hot tub. An Dong had fallen asleep trying to get Jie Kang down for a nap. Guo Jian almost fainted at the sight of Lewie, who encouraged him to take his clothes off and come down to the pool. After a long talk – which Lewie excelled at – and with an obvious erection, he did that and went with Lewie. "Can… can I touch it?" He asked nervously, pointing at Lewie's nullo place. Lewie, of course, let him. Guo Jian almost fainted. "That's hot," he breathed.

"Ask your mom, maybe Ben fuck you too!" Lewie laughed.

It took some convincing, but after Tsu told his gay son that he wasn't ashamed of him at all, Guo Jian finally came out and asked if he could try it. Tsu consented, and Lewie took the boy to the hospital where Doctor Knox prepped him, right along with Keye. "No, nobody gets anything cut off today," Knox assured the both of them, putting them both down for the night after the exhausting exam. Much to his surprise, the prostate check sent Guo Jian into orgasmic spasms. Knox was impressed. "Tomorrow, now that you're all clean and prepped, you can have a trainer," he added. He neglected to inform them that he'd also given Guo Jian the same medications that all the other slave boys got. By the morning, the boy was going to be itching to try it.

Much later that night, IT notified Ben Toeber and the rest of them that Hop Sing's readings had stopped moving. The GPS system showed them a small island off the coast of Chile.

"DelRay won't make much of a move or do anything to them until they've settled in and he's made sure the boys are OK," Toeber assured them all. "I know him."

Chow then went to a computer. "Time to call in backup," he growled. "I don't like that man!"

Wong had regularly used Hop Sing on the trip by submarine to DelRay's own island kingdom, off the coast of Chile, 800 miles [1300 km] from San Carlos Island. The boy, currently in the boat's infirmary, was recovering from their last session. Once again, Wong had gone too far. Luckily, he'd done no permanent harm to Hop Sing, who would recover. Even on the submarine, they had a bone regeneration machine. Hop Sing's broken arm would heal in days, not weeks, had they not had the machine.

Meanwhile, the boat's doctor had forbidden him access to the boy. That left only Sander. Wong wanted him. After Hop Sing, he'd probably never wanted a boy as much. Sander was beautiful, perhaps the most beautiful boy Wong had ever seen. He could see why DelRay wanted him. Wong wanted him, despite his being Caucasian, fair skinned, and blond.

He preferred Asian boys, preferably Chinese boys, but others would do, as long as they had black hair and eyes, or had been denuded of hair, as had Hop Sing. Sander's beauty, however, transcended race.

But Wong didn't dare touch him. He belonged to DelRay; and if Wong was afraid of anyone in the world, it was DelRay, not just because of the video DelRay had, but because he knew that if he pissed DelRay off enough, he'd never leave DelRay's island alive.

And who would know the difference? The last time he'd been seen, he'd been on San Carlos Island.

He'd gone too far. Wong knew that. He could have abducted both Sander and Hop Sing without anyone knowing it had been him, had it not been for Timmy, had he not needed to torture and kill Timmy. But the boy had asked for it. He had laughed at Wong, and no one, especially no nullo boy, laughed at John Wong.

Now Ben Toeber would know it had been him. He would even KNOW he had killed Timmy; but he couldn't prove it. Wong's sabotaging the security system had prevented any record of his crime; and since the security system was down, who could say someone else didn't have access to his room where Timmy would be found? He was even reasonably certain that Timmy was still alive when he'd left the island.

He wouldn't have been for long, though, Wong thought to himself, smiling as he did. His heart would have given out. No heart, not even one as young as his, could take that many orgasms. An interesting way to die, hey?

But he was ruined. Wong knew that. His company was ruined. When the word got out that he'd sabotaged his own security system, HKS3 would be ruined. Knowing that, Wong had liquidated all the company's assets he could, secreting the funds in a bank in a country where they would be safe, an account identified only by a number, not a name. You gotta love Switzerland, ever neutral, Wong thought, Let the ones who wanted a buyout buy it out!

He'd resurface in a different country, under a different name. He could do that. The 500 million credits he'd stolen from his company could buy him a new identity.

Of course, he could have done that without acceding to DelRay's demands, but he wouldn't have had Hop Sing. That had become more important to Wong than even his freedom from DelRay. Possessing Hop Sing had become an obsession that Wong couldn't deny himself.

Now that he'd had him, it was no longer so important. Oh, he'd take the kid with him when he left, but Hop Sing was just a boy he'd already had. The world was full of boys he hadn't had yet, and besides, the uncle-relationship with the boy was over.

Wong knew that Hop Sing wasn't likely to long survive his attentions. Just hurting a boy was no longer sufficient. It hadn't been, since he'd killed the first one. Wasn't that the ultimate possession of a boy, the taking of his life? Nothing else would do for Wong. He'd fucked Hop Sing. He'd hurt him, even breaking his arm. What was left, but to take his life?

What better way to show his love for the boy?

Still submerged, the submarine entered the underwater cavern that extended beneath the extinct volcano that had formed DelRay's island. Once inside the ancient volcano, it surfaced, docking at the pier built inside the cavern.

Well lit, the cavern hummed with the sound of the fans that ventilated it. Lester DelRay awaited them on the pier. It wasn't a pleased expression he had on his face.

"You incompetent fool," he said to Wong upon seeing him. "Toeber knows I'm behind this abduction. He would have suspected it, anyway, but somehow he KNOWS that I was. I've received a call from him demanding the return of the boys. I even know of your attempt to kill the boy, Timmy."

"Attempt?" said Wong. "You mean he's alive?"

"Yes. You failed even at that. The boy still lives."

"And Toeber told you that?" asked Wong.

"No," said DelRay. "He didn't have to. I have a mole on San Carlos Island, someone Toeber would never suspect. Nothing happens there I don't know about."

At that time, the two boys were brought up from below. "Well, Sander," DelRay said, "we meet again."

Sander and Hop Sing, both naked, no longer wore collars. Wong had removed them before they'd left San Carlos Island. Hop Sing had his arm in a sling. Sander looked up at DelRay, but his mouth set, his lips pressed into a tight, thin, line, he didn't reply.

"Oh, look, he's just speechless!" DelRay smiled, "Don't feel like talking, Sander?" DelRay nodded to a eunuch accompanying him. Obviously a slave, the man wore a black collar. Naked, he had a tiny, prepubescent penis, but no testicles. He didn't have a hair on his body, not even eyebrows.

The slave had three black collars slid up on his forearm. He snapped one around Sander's neck and one around Hop Sing's neck. The boys noticed at once that these black collars were heavier and fit tighter than the green one's of Ben's.

Unbeknownst to anyone there, even to Hop Sing, the chip embedded deep in the boy's neck interfaced with the HKS3-made black collar and began transmitting. The virus-like code that ran it locked onto the nearest GPS system it could find, "sweet talked" it, and did it's job. Back on San Carlos Island, Mr. Tsu smiled at the computer screen. "Come to father," he breathed, as he accessed DelRay's systems.

Wong looked at the third collar. It was larger than the other two, large enough for a man's neck. DelRay nodded, smiling as he did, "Yes," he said, "that one's for you."

Two of the burly guards alongside DelRay grabbed Wong. The eunuch snapped the third collar around his neck. To no avail, Wong struggled in their grasp, "Why?" he asked DelRay.

"You failed," said DelRay.

"I brought you the boy?" said a shocked Wong.

"But you gave them my name."

"I never mentioned your name."

DelRay pulled a small flip phone from his pocket. He flipped it open. "Replay Wong, golf course," he said.

Wong's voice came from the phone. "With me, you stupid boy," the voice said, the words Wong had spoken to Sander back on the island. "You have a date – a permanent one – with Mr. Lester DelRay."

"But they couldn't have heard," said Wong. "I disabled the security system and Sander's collar! No one could have heard me."

"Evidently, someone did," said DelRay. "You fucked up, Wong. Now, you'll pay." When Wong struggled, DelRay said, "Hit Wong, level three."

A small device, no larger than a microchip, implanted in DelRay's neck so he was never without it, picked up his words. Wong screamed, collapsing to the pavement, writhing in pain, clutching at his collar. The guards looked pleased.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" DelRay asked, "Hit Sander, level one."

Sander screamed and collapsed. "Next time I speak to you, boy, you'll answer me," said DelRay. "That was level one, not much more than a caress. You don't want a level three like the one I just gave Wong. It goes as high as level 5, but then, no one has ever survived a fiver, and fours cause brain damage."

Both Wong and Sander had lost control of their bladders. Sander lay in a puddle of urine. A wet spot spread across the front of Wong's trousers. Both man and boy lay twitching on the ground, neither yet able to control his muscles.

"These collars, you see," DelRay continued, "have features your others didn't. A level one does no lasting harm, but as you know now, it hurts – so much – you probably wish you were dead. Fantastic invention of yours, Wong. How does it feel?"

Yet unable to speak, both Sander and Wong continued to writhe on the ground, even though their collars no longer infused their nerve centers with pain. The effects often lasted for minutes. The two guards stripped Wong of his clothes, then bent him over a rail. Still twitching, he was unable to resist. Hop Sing watched in mute horror, but came to a decision. You won't do that to Sander again, he thought.

DelRay stepped up behind Wong. A guard handed him a knife. DelRay reached between Wong's legs, grabbing his balls. He pulled, stretching Wong's ball sack – then cut – slicing off Wong's balls, sack and all. "None of my slaves keep their balls," DelRay said.

The two guards led Wong away, blood streaming down his legs onto the pavement. "Don't let him bleed to death," DelRay said. "I have other plans for him."

By that time, Hop Sing had helped his friend to his feet. Sander's muscles still jerked and twitched, but he could stand with Hop Sing's help.

"You know what to do," DelRay said to the eunuch slave, who led the boys away. DelRay hadn't seemed to even notice Hop Sing.

Back on San Carlos Island, while his family slept, Mr. Tsu turned to Ben Toeber and Mr. Chow.

"I'm in," he said, "And DelRay doesn't have a clue. What would you like to know?"

"Damn, he's good," Chow grinned.

NEXT PART