PZA: Hop Sing 13-16

Wong was no longer his uncle, he'd decided, back in his room when he'd first raped him. That was even before he'd hurt him. Being a slave on San Carlos Island, he could understand that some men liked boys… or neutered boys… eunuchs… one of which he was now, and would be for the rest of his life. When he thought about it, especially when he thought about Chris and Timmy, he realized that Ben Toeber was doing something to make sure that the men and boys involved had a safe place to do it, and that the boys would be taken care of. No one could hurt them under Ben's watch… until his uncle had come along.

John Wong, Hop Sing reminded himself, Father's boss. NOT your uncle! He just got friendly with your father to get you! He kept telling himself. And the proof of that was the boy's sore butt and his broken arm.

He knew that eventually, and had Mr. Lester DelRay not intervened and cut Wong's balls off, that the man that he loved and called 'uncle' would have eventually killed him – for the fun of it. How Hop Sing knew, he didn't know. He only knew that he knew.

He wasn't sure about DelRay. Hop Sing could tell right off that he was a bad man, but he also knew that he had owned his old trainer, Matti, for a while and then sold him back to Ben. But something about that didn't make sense. Hop Sing knew that DelRay had wanted Sander – wanted him bad enough to formulate the plot that had sucked him in via Wong and landed him there, right alongside Sander. If DelRay went to all that trouble, he surely wouldn't let a boy go, would he? Or sell him? But was it the money? Hop Sing didn't think so. Then he noticed something as the eunuch palmed the elevator door and opened it.

"Come," the eunuch said in a flat tone, following the boys down a long, narrow and dimly corridor lined with doors. The doors had numbers on them, but no windows. The floor was cold tile, and there didn't seem to be another way out. He palmed a pad on one door, and it slid very slowly open with a hissing sound. "Go in, that's your room," the eunuch said in that same flat, emotionless tone. Hop Sing made to help Sander in. "Alone," the eunuch added. "I'll put him in his room. Don't worry, Master DelRay never bothers new boys for at least a day. You can rest. You'll need to. Someone will bring you food, then you can sleep. Master likes his boys fresh when he calls," the eunuch finished.

"I'm not the 'sir'," the eunuch replied, "I just work here. I don't want to hurt you, boy, but I can and I might have to, if you make me, because I don't wanna get hurt. Go in, lay down, and be quiet. It's a quiet room anyway. I hope you're not scared of the dark."

Hop Sing took a step in. The floor was padded and warm, and very squishy under his bare feet. The last thing he saw before the door slid shut was Sander, staring at him with a lost look. Then the door closed, and Hop Sing was plunged into a quiet world of warm, soft darkness. As he lay down, his skin began to tingle where it touched the floor; then it went numb. He jumped up and yelled, but couldn't hear his own voice. "Quiet room," he breathed, realizing that none of his senses were working. But for as much as it scared him, he thought of Sander and how his friend … his brother … would react. But since he was very tired from the trip and the beating, he simply went to sleep. Across the hall, Sander did the same thing.

Twelve hours later, the eunuch who'd put them there returned. He fully expected to see the usual – boys left in the quiet rooms were usually screaming and begging to get out after twelve hours. But when he slid both doors open, all he heard was soft snoring. "The Master isn't going to like that," he fretted, as he roused the boys and made them pee in a chamber pot and got them a drink of water and small meal. Then Hop Sing followed a wobbly Sander back into his room. As Hop Sing palmed the door shut, he nodded to the guard. "I don't want to hurt you, but I will if you make me," he warned him. The guard just stood there in wonder, amazed that the boys' black collars hadn't punished them. After all, DelRay monitored everything with them, he and his helpers. He wasn't sure what to do. Punishments for such infractions were always immediate. Defective collar? He wondered, as he went to help round up the other residents for breakfast.

Right before the door slid shut, Hop Sing's collar whispered, "That was a good one, Q."

Back on San Carlos Island, where Tsu had been downloading a copy DelRay's system all night long, it was business as usual. Toeber cancelled the lockdown, and Guo Jian and Keye both were assigned to trainers after their photo sessions with Ben. Both Keye and his uncle Chow signed a six year contract, which meant that Keye Chow would be an island boy until he was eighteen. Guo Jian was assigned to Matti, who panicked when he found out that he was stuck with Hop Sing's brother! Keye was assigned to an older black boy named Jimmy, who was ranked second behind Matti in success rates. Matti still wasn't sure about the whole thing, until he demonstrated the morning enema routine to Guo Jian. When he put the soft training plug in the boy afterwards, he hugged him back. Chow's nephew, Keye, while reluctant, seemed resigned to his fate and just did as he was told. Matti was amazed at the difference between the two Tsu boys, but he had to admit, Hop Sing had given him a good idea.

Always before, when he'd trained a boy, he let the boy play with his genitals either before or after a training a session, but never during. The whole idea was to teach the boy how to orgasm by being fucked. Masturbating was a reward, after all, since the boy wouldn't be able to do it after he was cut. But in insisting on a chastity cage, Hop Sing had given Matti an idea – along with all the bruises! He explained the device to Guo Jian, and made sure that the boy understood that since Ben was just letting him find out what it was like without a bonded contract, the device would release after only seven days. Guo Jian, anxious to find out all about sex, agreed and Matti put it on him.

"You only have one way to cum, now," Matti assured him, as he led the boy to the bed. "Now, one part of sex you need to know about is oral. Have you ever sucked a boy's dick, or had yours sucked?"

Guo Jian hadn't, and now he couldn't, but Matti soon found that he was a quick study! He rewarded the boy by bringing him off with a small vibrator. "Good grief, a screamer," Matti sighed, as Guo Jian orgasmed without benefit of his imprisoned genitals. After a short rest, he took the boy down to the pool, where he and Keye were the center of attention with the Chinese clients. Both of the boys, while they couldn't service clients, learned a lot about foreplay and cuddling and conversation that day – as well as being expected to be with different men. Keye's schedule filled up, and a prospective one already topping 500k CR was worked out. By bedtime, and wearing a new watch that a client had bought him, Guo Jian was begging Matti to fuck him. And Matti did, slowly and gently.

Guo Jian had never felt so good in his life! He felt so liberated, free of the burden of having to come out where he'd have been taunted and teased, and probably beaten at school.

Over in the IT building, Tsu and the staff were having a heyday in tweaking DelRay's systems. The first thing that Tsu did was disable the shocking punishment feature on Hop Sing's collar, and throttle Sander's back to only a hard buzz. He then disabled the audio pickups on the boys' collars, setting up a series of sound bites from the San Carlos system to fill in with. He'd learned that trick from Wong. He was dismayed to find out that he wouldn't be able to talk to the boys for another twelve hours, since the quiet rooms would kill the sound, but he was impressed that they had managed to get together. Then he accessed their guard's collar and warned him, in DelRay's synthesized voice, not to mess with Hop Sing. So it was that Lester DelRay sat in his office that morning, listening to fake whimpering and crying that he thought was coming from his two newest boys. Tsu then set up a virus that would cause every collar on DelRay's island to release and fall off, all at once.

Chow was impressed, and got busy making some more calls. Tsu had no idea what he was talking about in calling a naval museum, but visions of a docked aircraft carrier steaming out of a harbor, while full of tourists, filled his head. He wouldn't put that past Chow, after all. The man had connections.

Tsu had since discovered that Chow was connected – might even be the leader of – the Sun Yee On, one of the largest of the triads, the Chinese mafia. It was well that Tsu had repaid them. Had he not, he might well be dead and his family enslaved, just as he'd worried. As it was, Chow was about to make him president of HKS3, which Chow and Ben had purchased. When word of Wong's embezzlement and disappearance became known, the HKS3 stock had plummeted. Chow and Toeber had picked up the company for a fraction of its value.

But they needed a figurehead. It wouldn't do to have it known that the world's premier security company was jointly owned by a Chinese triad and a man who pimped little boys. They had chosen Tsu as that figurehead. Tsu, after all, had designed the HKS3 security systems and the code that ran them. They needed him, and he gave legitimacy to HKS3.

The Tsu family fortunes had changed. They were paying him 1,000,000 CR/year, so even though the money given him for Hop Sing's contract was gone, his family wouldn't want for anything.

It had cost him, though. One son already, Hop Sing. Now, likely another, Guo Jian. Hop Sing was already a eunuch. His second son, Guo Jian – gay – apparently wanted to become one. He WANTED it. Already he was being trained, fucked by the boy, Matti.

Tsu could accept that his second son was gay, but why would the boy – why would any boy – want to be neutered?

Ironic wasn't it? Tsu had chosen Hop Sing as the sacrifice for his family. Hop Sing, a boy, who had only wanted to be a boy, Hop Sing, who Tsu knew – from having eavesdropped on him through the chip in his neck – hated being a eunuch and hated being fucked.

Hop Sing had hated his trainer, the same boy training Guo Jian. Guo Jian, however, seemed to worship him. Tsu had also eavesdropped – through the collar the boy wore – on his second son, since the boy's mock training (it was for Ben's amusement, Tsu found out later) was being done right and Guo Jian wasn't allowed to see anyone else but for meals.

Although Guo Jian was still an intact boy, he wasn't likely to be one for long. Ben had already offered to buy the boy's contract for a minimum of two years, offering a million credits for him, even though the boy was thirteen, older than most boys given a contract. But the boy hadn't yet entered puberty, and he was small for his age, no bigger than most eleven year-olds. Some of the Tsu men were like that – late bloomers. An Dong wasn't one of them, though. At nearly 17, he was – according to Dr. Knox, about to present Tsu with his first grandson. That was some comfort. At least the line was safe for the time being, and there was still Jie Kang, all of 4, and having the time of his life running around naked and playing with the island boys in his red collar. Hell, guests were even buying HIM presents! But the red collar kept him safe – on pain of being shot!

But the irony was this: why hadn't Tsu chosen Guo Jian instead of Hop Sing? Then both boys would have been happy. But Wong didn't like Guo Jian, Tsu knew. He liked Hop Sing best. Still, perhaps, had he not been so busy with his work – had spent more time with his sons, had known them better, knowing that Guo Jian was gay – he could have made the right decision, not the one that had cost Hop Sing his manhood and still kept Wong happy.

And possibly more. Hop Sing wasn't yet out of danger. He was still in DelRay's clutches, and from what Ben had told him about the man, that wasn't a good place to be.

At least, with the aid of the chip in Hop Sing's neck, he could keep watch on his son, possibly doing something to help him, if DelRay posed a threat to him. He turned back to his portable computer and went back to his vigil over Hop Sing. It was HIS code after all – he'd brought it to 'life' – the code would do his bidding.

In Ben Toeber's office, Ben was on the phone with Lester DelRay, and it wasn't a social call. "Do you think I'm stupid, Lester?" Ben said, as if transacting a business deal, "I KNOW you orchestrated the kidnapping of Sander and Hop Sing through John Wong. Just give me the boys back, and I'll let it pass."

"I have no idea what you're talking about, Ben," DelRay replied, "Your boys aren't here."

"Lester," Ben sighed, "Don't take me as a fool. I have my security system evidence, after we got the system dumped and reloaded and purged of Wong's tampering. I'd watch your old buddy, Lester, were I you. He's liable to fuck you over, too."

DelRay grinned. Wong wouldn't be fucking anyone anymore, he knew – not without his balls. Besides, he intended to kill him. After all, Wong was no longer of any use to him.

"Oh," Ben added, "And if you see Wong, tell him that a partner and I just bought HKS3. The stock crashed, so it was easy pickings. I'd also be thinking about your latest upgrade to YOUR system, Lester. After all, it takes a trained HKS3 tech to do it, you know – that, or buy a new one. Well, if you DO see the boys, send them my way, I'll reimburse you, and if you find a good boy for sale, call me up! We can trade, maybe!" Ben hung up.

In his office, Lester DelRay smashed the video monitor and swept his desk clean. Fucking Toeber! Whether Ben could prove he had the boys or not, he could cause problems for him, especially if he really now owned HKS3. It would cost DelRay millions to replace the security system. Perhaps he would have further use for Wong after all. Maybe Wong could make changes to the system which would lock out Toeber, and he could avoid replacing the system. But then again, Wong was a CEO and not a worker. He probably doesn't know shit, DelRay thought.

DelRay glanced over at the neutered slave boy cowering in the corner. The boy had been giving him a blowjob when Toeber had called. Looking at the boy, DelRay once again became hard, not because of the boy's youthful beauty – or even his smooth crotch – aroused him. That wasn't what turned DelRay on. The boy's palpable fear, hanging in the air like a morning mist, turned DelRay on.

The boy had begun cowering when he'd heard DelRay's angry voice, when he'd seen the red blotches appear on DelRay's cheeks, even though DelRay wasn't angry at him at the time. When DelRay was angry, someone suffered; and he was there, in the room with DelRay, wasn't he?

DelRay turned, lifting a short whip off a peg on the wall behind his desk. Covered with leather, it was about four feet [1.20 m] long, with a carbon monofilament core. Supple, but strong, three eighths of an inch [1 cm] thick, it could be bent double without breaking. DelRay tapped it against his palm.

"Come over here," he said to the boy. Moisture leaked from the end of his cock. It pulsed, making small up and down movements.

The boy, a nullified African boy of twelve, stared at DelRay's cock, knowing that the more aroused DelRay was, the worse he would suffer. Curling into a ball and placing his hands over his face, he whimpered. Whether he sucked him off or not, he'd still be beaten, he knew.

DelRay crossed the room to where he lay. With a swish, the whip cut through the air, then into the boy's back with a sickening splat. The boy screamed. Blood welled from the cut on his back made by the whip.

The boy no longer screamed with each blow. He'd fainted long before the last blow DelRay delivered. His back, a bloody mess, was crisscrossed with cuts from the whip.

"I want a boy," DelRay said into the chip implanted in his throat, "Any boy. NOW!"

A moment passed. The door to his office buzzed. DelRay waved his hand. It opened. A bald eunuch, naked but for his black collar, stood at the door, holding the arm of a small Caucasian boy, no older than ten. The boy, like the other, had been nullified. He stared at the bloody form of the black boy curled up in the corner.

DelRay pointed the whip at the African boy. "Get rid of him," he said to the eunuch.

The response he got was a slash across the face with the whip. It cut his face from the chin to above the ear. He bent over, picked up the African boy off the floor, and carried him from the room. "If he's NOT dead YET, then repair him, dammit!" DelRay roared. "Stupid!"

DelRay then turned to the other boy. Quivering, apparently the boy was afraid he was next, that not satisfied with whipping one boy to within an inch of his life, DelRay would whip him, too; but DelRay nodded to his throbbing cock. "If I feel your teeth," he said to the boy, "I'll have them extracted."

The boy, knowing it wasn't an idle threat, went to work on DelRay's cock. DelRay soon came, shooting into the boy's mouth. The kid knew to swallow it all, and thanked DelRay for letting him do it, too.

The boy escaped the room without a beating, but he hadn't gone thirty yards down the hallway before he was hit with a number two pulse from his collar. He collapsed to the floor, pissing himself, his muscles spasmodically twitching as he lay on the floor in a puddle of urine.

A few minutes later a guard led a naked and collared Wong past the boy lying in the hallway. The boy, having gained enough control over his muscles to cry, wept, but he couldn't yet stand. The muscles in his legs twitched too much for that.

Upon seeing the helpless, naked, neutered boy, Wong's cock became hard, smoothing out what remained of his scrotum. The healing ointment, applied to it, after DelRay had cut off his balls, had already started its work. Soon there would be little sign that Wong had ever had balls. It was miraculous, medical technology, as Wong thought about it. Still, the thought of a boy in pain for weeks on end while he healed naturally only thrilled him more. He wanted to do that… to see it…

But the testosterone hadn't yet been flushed from his system. His cock didn't yet seem to know it had lost its under slung accouterments. It became hard at the sight of the helpless boy.

It was still hard when the guard ushered Wong into DelRay's office. Noticing Wong's erection, DelRay smiled. "I see losing your balls doesn't get you down," he said to Wong. "It doesn't need to. With hormones, you won't even miss them. I might even find you a boy or two, maybe even that little bald Chinese boy you seem to like so much. Would you like that, Wong?"

Wong nodded. He had feared for his life, afraid that DelRay was about to kill him, now that he no longer needed him. What else could he think, now that DelRay had cut off his balls and collared him, keeping him naked, like his other eunuch slaves? But he still called him "Wong"; that was a good sign.

Too, there had been the quiet room, the guards had thrown him in after tending to his cut ball sack. Cut off from all sensations, even pain from his severed balls, he'd almost gone insane – would have, had they not retrieved him from it that morning.

Since then, he'd been kept busy doing the most menial of chores, scrubbing out urinals and toilets using no more than a rag, sticking his bare hand into the water of the toilets. Five hundred million credits he had hidden away, yet he scrubbed toilets.

"I just need you to do one thing for me," said DelRay. "Modify the HKS3 system we have here. It seems that Toeber has bought HKS3, you fool!. I need you to modify our system so that I don't have to replace it – so Toeber can't access it."

"That was simple compared to what you're asking. That would require a complete rewrite of the code. It would require the entire engineering staff of HKS3 – or one man in particular."

"My chief engineer, Tsu," said Wong, "He gave me directions on how to hack Ben's systems. I sent men to his house, I anticipated this, sir! But they were gone! Gone without even turning off the TV or lights!"

"Then, you're no use to me, are you?" DelRay looked to the guard standing beside Wong.

"Yes," said Wong, "he's Tsu's son, my nephew, whatever… thought he was, you know!"

"Maybe you've just saved your life," said DelRay, "but not your cock." He nodded to the guard, who grabbed Wong's arms, holding each of them in a steely grip. Taking a knife from his desk drawer, DelRay walked over to Wong, grabbed his cock with one hand, and cut it off with the knife in the other.

Wong screamed, a loud piercing wail. To shut him up, DelRay stuffed Wong's cock in his mouth. The guard dragged Wong from the room.

"Get some rest," Toeber told Tsu. "We'll watch the boys for you in shifts. You're no good to anyone if you fall over! Go have some fun, fuck a boy, fuck your wife, hell, fuck a sea turtle for all I care!" Ben laughed.

"I'm not here to have fun," Tsu breathed, watching as Sander and Hop Sing were led out of their quiet rooms. Tsu had even rigged up a 3D modeling program, so that tiny little boys moved on the screen like a video game. Even the guards were there, fully animated. From what the cameras showed him, too, the place of DelRay's looked dark and uninviting. Ben assured him that the island was just as good as his own, and that he was only seeing the boys' dorms and the offices. Tsu hoped he was right, but he wondered if the boys ever got outside. That thought reminded him of Guo Jian. He asked Ben about it.

"No contract, it's amusement, remember?" Ben laughed again. Obviously, he found it all highly entertaining. "Matti tells me hugs and kisses are better than kicks and punches any day! Why, your boy loves him! He's already a hit with everyone!"

"Oh, get over it, man! The boy's gay, and he loves to fuck! Face it, Tsu, he's probably going to be a slut like Timmy before long!" Ben paused, then went serious. "Did you know, when you saw him at breakfast, that he wants to stay here?"

"He wants to stay," Toeber repeated. "All there is to do is sign the contract. And even though I'm moving the executive hub of my new HKS3 company to HERE, hint hint, Tsu… change of address for you… ?… the boy can't just play all day and not be expected to earn his keep! Bad business, you know! We all work, Tsu. You know that!" Ben said happily. "One MUST enjoy his work in life!"

"Dammit, Toeber!" Tsu barked at him, "You've got ONE of my sons already! How much money has he made you already? He cries at night, Ben! Dammit, he hates it! He told me he gets fucked sometimes six or eight times a day! They won't leave him alone! What is it, 50k CR a fuck?"

Ben cleared his throat. "Two million for Ji," Ben referred to Guo Jian, "That's what Matti calls him. I won't lie to you, Tsu. Ji could make me a fortune in one year. Hop Sing's a risk, even when we get him back. It's only a matter of time before he attacks a guest. I think I see beach combing and grass mowing in their futures!"

"I'd mow grass," Tsu growled. "And I won't sign a contract unless I see my son sign it first, without knowing I'm watching, and ONLY when he fully knows what is in store for him! I want him to see a cutting first!"

"Deal," Toeber beamed, looking like it was Christmas. "I'm going to have that cute little Keye Chow until he's 18 you know!"

Then someone tapped Tsu's shoulder. He turned and saw Chris, Hop Sing's friend with the spiked hair. "Sir, is he OK?" Chris asked in a very small, childish voice. "Him and Sander, I mean?" Tsu assured the island boy that they were, and saw Chris' eyes tear up. Despite being on duty, and despite acting tough, at that moment Chris was nothing more than a hurt child. Two of his friends, one he wasn't sure WAS still his friend were missing and might not be coming back. The other was still unconscious in the hospital, and probably ruined. Tsu held out his arms, and Chris cried on his shoulder.

"If you wish to purchase Chris, you must scan his collar," Chris' collar piped up.

Tsu told it to shut up and just who he WAS. It made Chris laugh in spite of it all.

Lester DelRay was in such a bad mood after the ordeal with Wong that he wasn't even in the mood to hurt anyone. And that bothered him. He was always in the mood, much like a vampire in search of blood. He searched for pain, for fear – he relished it! As he headed out to see what was going on in his hospital wing – which was more like a chamber of medical horrors, at least for the inmates – he met some boy he didn't really recognize around a corner. "BOO!" DelRay snapped at him. The boy fainted. "Well, he's no fun," DelRay muttered, as went on his way without even stunning him.

When he arrived in the hospital, he found the African boy all patched up and covered in the same healing gel that they'd used on Wong. Wong was also being cared for, his empty and red crotch covered in gel with a catheter coming out from near his anus. And just as he'd planned, after calling for their release, he found Hop Sing and Sander there being looked over. Hop Sing was having a go at the bone regenerator and was having his arm put back in the air brace and sling. "One more day," the doctor told him, "Now bend over." Hop Sing complied; he knew better. The doctor gave both he and Sander at least four suppositories each. "All the boys here get these every day," the doctor told them coldly. "I'm sure Ben Toeber does the same – antiandrogens, aphrodisiacs, antidepressants… but here we add a little something to make you more – tractable, let's say. "Ah, Les!" The doctor greeted him.

"All in order, are we?" DelRay asked, never mentioning the doctor's name. He obviously wasn't a slave, though, as he was dressed and wore no collar.

"Business as usual," the doctor replied, "Although, Les, how many times do I have to tell you that the boys can't take repeated level 3's? Those ones you're picking on are going to have the brains of a cabbage in a few days! They'll be just like that one kid you hit with a level 4 some months ago!"

DelRay laughed and waved him off. "I like him," he grinned. "Quiet boy." That thought made him feel better already. He smiled at Hop Sing and Sander, which made the boys' blood run cold. "Let's go chat in my office," DelRay offered, smiling, as if he were about to do business. In fact, though, he was. It was just going to be a LOT more fun! "Sander, and you… Tsu… is it? Come with me." As they followed him back to his office, along with a guard behind them, Sander held tightly to Hop Sing's hand; he was trembling.

DelRay seated them at his desk. His office was much darker and more threatening than Ben's was. He poured them drinks. The boys just sat there and waited, expecting some undeserved punishment at any second. Hardly able to contain his anger, Hop Sing watched as DelRay sipped his drink, which had come from only one bottle. Only then did the boys drink theirs.

DelRay laughed, but it wasn't a real one. "You're a smart one," he began, looking through some papers. "Hop Sing Tsu, age 11, from Hong Kong. Says here you hate sex? Well, YOU don't have much to worry about from me, boy. Actually, I don't have any use for you." DelRay paused at the evil look on the boy's face – a look which had replaced the open innocence that he'd come to San Carlos Island with. "Sander, on the other hand, I'm keeping. I kept your friend, Matti, for a long time, Sander. As you can see, he's still alive. When I like a boy, he lives well here." He then looked back at Hop Sing. "But even though I'm not interested in you, sexually, I NEED you," DelRay continued. "I have some problems here that you can probably solve for me, namely, that your father can solve for me. That idiot Wong has made quite the mess of my intended operations here."

"If you plan to start a business like Ben's, sir, then you'll fail," Hop Sing boldly told him.

"You do not speak out of line, boy! Hit Hop Sing, level 2," DelRay said with a genuine smile.

"If you want something from ME," Hop Sing informed him, "Then you'll get it on my terms." He neglected to add the word 'sir' or 'Master'.

"The boy's suicidal," Ben Toeber gasped, as he listened to the exchange in his office on San Carlos.

DelRay made at call to his own IT personnel then explained the whole security system issue to the boys. "I find it odd," he added, "That your father, who wrote the code that runs MY system, would have had the foresight to lock you out of it," he told Hop Sing. "Something's not right here."

"A lot is not right here," Hop Sing retorted. "And I'm not afraid of you! If you hurt my friend, I'll kill you. I promise!"

"Wong said you were dangerous," DelRay agreed, amused that he was arguing with a neutered slave boy and not just making him suffer. But it entertained him, though. He was curious to see more. Maybe he could use the boy, anyway? He wondered. "Guard, take Hop Sing and put him in general population while I fuck Sander," DelRay leered at him. "I'll talk to baldy here later."

The guard moved towards Hop Sing, grabbed his upper arm, and the next instant, the guard was laying on the floor with a broken arm as Hop Sing flipped him. DelRay stood up, Sander cowered in his seat, but Hop Sing didn't back down. Unable to control him with the black collar, DelRay pulled a stun gun out of his desk drawer and pointed it at Hop Sing. The gun delivered the same pulse as the collars, but it wasn't controlled by the security system. Clicking the setting on the gun up to level 5, DelRay pointed the gun at Hop Sing.

"Hop, quit it!" Sander whimpered, "I'll… I'll fuck him, if he wants to. Please, don't make it harder on us! Matti t-told me, Hop, he'll kill us if we make him mad!"

"Not if I kill him first," Hop Sing growled, having had all that he could take. DelRay, who would normally have just killed a boy like that by now, was actually intrigued. It's going to be SO much fun, later, when I make him pay for this! DelRay thought. He might need this boy. Something was already wrong with Hop Sing's collar. The whole security system might be compromised. DelRay might need the boy to exert some control over his father.

"I'll tell you what, boy," DelRay smiled at him, "I know you haven't been fed much, so why don't you go and get some lunch in our cafeteria? I'll send Sander down later, and someone can show you around and tell you what we do here?"

"Sander is of no use to me, dead," DelRay replied, "I've wanted him for a long, long time, but Toeber wouldn't let me have him! No, I want to keep him here, healthy, maybe even happy, and have fun with him!"

"If you hurt him, I'll know it, and you'll pay for it," Hop Sing promised him, as the guard – who'd gotten to his feet – made to grab him with his good arm. Hop Sing punched him in the face, knocking him down again as DelRay took Sander on his lap and petted his hair. Sander was already crying in fear.

"I won't hurt him, yet," DelRay promised, "That's if YOU be good. Try and not kill any of my staff, please?" DelRay grinned, as settled Sander on his lap. DelRay's erection poked up between Sander's legs and DelRay laughed. Hop Sing nodded and left the room. It was all he could do for the moment.

DelRay hit the wounded guard with a level 3 pulse. Hop Sing ignored the guard, feeling guilty about leaving Sander alone with DelRay. It wasn't that Sander was about to get fucked – that happened to him all the time on San Carlos Island – but that he was leaving Sander alone with DelRay. He had heard how cruel DelRay could be. What if he hurt Sander, even though he said he wouldn't?

But what could Hop Sing have done? DelRay had the gun and would have killed him, had he tried to attack DelRay. What good would that have done Sander?

Hungry, he headed toward the cafeteria. Neither he or Sander had been fed but a small snack since they'd left the submarine the night before. Maybe food would quiet his stomach, and he could think better.

Chapter 14
On DelRay's Island

"My men are here," Chow said, "We get underway now. You think your boy can survive one more day on DelRay's island?"

"I hope so," Tsu replied, as he, Toeber, Chow, Li, and most of the security of the island headed for the harbor. It was seldom used, as Ben tended to prefer his own charter flights. But the harbor was, like everything else, top of the line and state of the art. They saw an armada of large yachts docked there when they arrived.

"Don't you ever watch classic 007-movies?" Chow laughed, opening his phone. "Show our guest the boat," he said.

Right before his eyes, Tsu watched in wonder as the pleasure yacht's cabin dropped below decks and was replaced with a massive gun turret. "Quarters are cramped, it's all ammo and engines," Chow informed him. "Seeing as how we're all family now, I figure you can know, and me not have to kill you?"

"Lay in a course for the Chilean coast, maximum speed," Chow snapped at the tall and slender young man at the helm. Tsu recognized him at once as a grown eunuch, and wasn't surprised.

"Because I hate Lester DelRay," Ben Toeber replied coldly, "And I plan to make an example of him. In this business you don't let things like this pass." Chow nodded in agreement.

The only difference was that Mrs. Tsu had taken things in hand, and the remaining security was at a loss as to what to do with her!

In DelRay's office, Sander was on his knees facing away from the man who was fucking him – the only man on the island who COULD fuck him. Lester DelRay was riding the boy hard, his large cock sliding in and out of Sander in thrusts that were meant not to pleasure the boy, but to hurt and humiliate him. Sander understood full well why Matti had never been able to orgasm by being fucked – DelRay didn't want him to. And he didn't want Sander to, either. He moved just right, keeping the pressure off of Sander's prostate as best he could. Still, DelRay was enjoying it so much.

He'd waited so long for Sander – wanted him for so long. Damn that Toeber, he thought, as he rode the boy. But the boy wasn't responding. He wasn't crying, he wasn't begging him to stop. Nor was he begging him to fuck him harder, begging to make him climax. In fact, he wasn't doing anything. If he weren't warm, DelRay would have thought he'd stuck his dick into a corpse!

But still, DelRay came. Sander felt it when the man delivered his load into the boy's bowels. Then he pulled out, slowly, and gave Sander a sharp slap across the buttocks with his hand. It stung like hell, and Sander finally whined.

"Damn, you're alive," DelRay snorted. "If I'd admit you were here, Ben would HEAR about this, you dead little fucker! I can't believe Matti trained YOU!"

At the mention of Matti's name, Sander began to cry. He hadn't thought about Matti in a while, but the thought of Matti trapped here, too, like he was now, was too much. He'd been so bad to Matti – and the fact was – Sander still loved him. He was sick in love with him. It was no wonder that Matti was all business though, Sander realized. Enough time with Lester DelRay could drive the last scrap of emotion, especially love and trust, right out of a boy. Sander sobbed as DelRay continued to spank him. "You're a bad boy, Sander," the man told him over and over again.

"I can't believe how bad at sex you are! And don't think that bald little friend of yours is going to save you," DelRay told him. "He's all blow and no show! What could HE possibly do to ME?"

When he was done spanking Sander, DelRay took the boy on his lap and tenderly cuddled him. "I'm sorry, boy," he whispered in his ear, "But bad boys have to be punished, you know. Now, clean off Lester's cock, and he might reward you for it!"

"Cafeteria," Hop Sing said. Green arrows on the corridor wall flashed, one after another in sequence, running down the hallway to his right, not surprising Hop Sing in the least. The same system was in place on San Carlos Island and even in public buildings around the world. All one had to do was follow arrows of the color assigned him, when he spoke. They would lead him to where he wanted to go.

He hadn't gone far before he arrived at the cafeteria, which fortunately, drove the worries of Sander being fucked and probably beaten, right out of his mind.

The cafeteria was full. Guards, at tables, seated in chairs, sat near the front of the room. Naked except for harnesses from which hung clubs and electric prods, those that Hop Sing could see well enough to tell were nullos, but, obviously on hormones; all were well muscled. It was cruel, Hop Sing thought, to have them on replacement hormones with no way to relieve the sexual desires he knew they had to be feeling. They were being served by both naked boys – all nullos as far as Hop Sing could tell – and naked, collared, eunuchs, most also nullos, but as Hop Sing had seen the night before, some had tiny prepubescent dicks hanging from an otherwise smooth crotch.

Now that DelRay had cut off Wong's balls, Hop Sing supposed that DelRay was the only person on the island with balls. Possibly the doctor still had his, but he wore clothes, so Hop Sing didn't know for sure.

Boys, all nullos as far as Hop Sing could tell, sat at the tables situated between the guards and the servants. Like the servants, they sat on benches, not chairs, their tables, like picnic tables, table and benches all one piece.

What struck Hop Sing, though, was the quiet. Other than a low murmur coming from the guards' tables, no one spoke, not even in a whisper. What a contrast to the cafeteria on San Carlos Island at lunch. There, boys laughed and even shouted to one another across the room; and there was always the danger of a food fight. Here the boys ate in silence, staring at their plates, or at some point just beyond them, but not into the faces of the boys across from them.

Occasionally a guffaw or a snicker came from the guards' tables, but even that laughter didn't seem genuine, not the same laughter he had heard on San Carlos Island. Maybe life on San Carlos Island wasn't as bad as it had seemed. I'd rather be there than here, Hop Sing thought, suddenly realizing that he missed San Carlos Island. It surprised him – he never thought he'd miss that place.

Hop Sing joined some other boys in the serving line. No one even glanced back at him. On his first day in the cafeteria on San Carlos Island, raucous cries had greeted his arrival in the lunch room, along with handshakes and even hugs.

The food was all synthetic, no real fruit or vegetables as could be found on San Carlos Island, and the boy couldn't even tell what it was supposed to be. It looked like dog food.

He squeezed in between two boys, one Asian, probably Japanese, and one white, that could have been from any number of countries. Hop Sing saw some eyes dart sideways toward him, but no one turned his face in his direction.

Placing his tray on the table, Hop Sing turned to the Asian boy. "I'm Hop Sing – from Hong Kong."

The Asian boy cringed, slinking down in his seat, as if trying to hide. All talk ceased at the guard's table. Sliding back his chair, a guard stood up, then walked back toward the tables where the boys sat. "Who spoke?" the guard asked, his deep voice belying his nullo status.

When no one immediately answered, he poked the nearest boy with his wand. With a scream, hit with a level 1 pulse, the boy collapsed to the floor. The boy next to him pointed at Hop Sing. "No talking," the guard said, ratcheting his wand up one level, the highest setting he had on it, and stepping toward Hop Sing.

From across the table, the guard swung the wand down in an arc, intending to strike Hop Sing on the shoulder. The two boys sitting next to him leaned away from Hop Sing, neither wanting to be struck. It took two or three days to fully recover from a level 2 pulse.

The wand never connected with Hop Sing's shoulder, touching instead the boy across from him, as Hop Sing slid backward off the bench onto the floor, rolling over, coming to his feet, in one fluid motion.

"You little bastard," the surprised guard said, coming around the table after him. He'd never had a boy do that before.

He swung his wand at Hop Sing again, slashing at him this time, from right to left, but again, Hop Sing was faster than the wand. It swung through where he'd been but a moment before, striking yet another seated boy, who screamed, even louder than the first, then collapsed to the floor.

The other guards, watching at first, got up from their seats, coming back to where the first guard chased after Hop Sing. "Out of the way," one shouted. Happy to have permission to leave their seats – they hadn't dared move before – the boys scrambled out of the way, gathering in a bunch across the room, all their eyes on Hop Sing as he continued to evade the guard's wand. At least, none of them was any longer being struck.

In a circle with an ever decreasing diameter, the guards encircled Hop Sing. "Use your clubs," their leader said. It wouldn't do to use their wands in such close quarters. No guard, as tough as he was, wanted to be struck with a wand. A pulse wasn't a respecter of strength. It acted on every pain receptor, dependent only on the level of the pulse.

Eventually – as the circle closed around him – Hop Sing had no place to go. He also still had a broken arm. So he launched a kick at the nearest guard, catching him in the throat, crushing his larynx. Unable to breathe, the man fell to the floor. It was apparent he had only minutes to live.

For a moment, that stopped their advance on Hop Sing, but then – more determined than ever, this time with murder written across their faces – they closed in on Hop Sing. They didn't care what DelRay's plans were for the boy. As far as they knew, he was just another neutered slave boy, not the first one that a guard had killed to set an example. How could they control the rest – the servants included – if they let a boy get away with killing one of them?

One grabbed Hop Sing from behind, his fingers biting into the boy's arms. "Hold him," another said, raising his club, intending to split the boy's head open with it. Others, too, had their clubs raised. If the first blow didn't kill the boy, the others would.

The first never came, though. That guard screamed, collapsing to the floor, one eye dislodged from its socket, a certain sign of a level 5 pulse. He was dead before he hit the floor. The other guards stepped back.

But the voice they heard, coming from the dead man's collar, wasn't DelRay's. "Touch the boy again," the voice said, "and you'll die, too."

Back on the boat leaving San Carlos Island, Tsu scrambled, trying to choose the guard most likely to attack Hop Sing. Thus far, he could only access one of the guard's collars at a time, due to the moving satellite connection he was being forced to use. His threat to kill them all was a bluff. He couldn't stop them from killing Hop Sing, if they all attacked him at once. He might kill one or two, but not all – not in time to save his son.

Fortunately – they didn't know that. Like the others on DelRay's island, they had been trained to obey; and it could have been DelRay's voice coming from the dead man's collar. Tsu doubted that many of them had heard him speak in person. They knew of no one else able to deliver a level 5 pulse, and according to what he knew of the system, no one else could. The man holding Hop Sing released him, looking at his hands as if they'd been burned from touching the boy.

As if off on a lark, seemingly no more concerned than that, Hop Sing strolled through the wary guards, big men, way taller than he was. They parted, stepping out of his way. Hop Sing smiled. He alone had recognized the voice coming from the collar. He looked back at the boys that had been struck by the guard's wand.

With it set on level 2, none of them were yet able to sit or stand. "Take care of them," he said to the servants, still gathered around their tables. One of them was the servant he'd already worked over, his arm set in a sling. The way Hop Sing said it, left no doubt as to who was in charge. It certainly wasn't any longer the guards.

"Come with me," he said to the boys still able to stand, those that hadn't been struck.

They hesitated, looking back at the guards; but when none of them said anything, they followed Hop Sing out of the cafeteria.

Hop Sing didn't regret the death of either of the guards, the one he'd killed or the one his father had. They were no better than either Wong or DelRay. Given the chance, Hop Sing would kill any of them.

How he'd changed, this eleven year-old boy. Perhaps Ben Toeber was right when he'd said he was afraid that Hop Sing might someday attack a client. Hop Sing was amazed at the change in himself as well, but he had no time to think about it. He had other things to do.

"What?" said DelRay, shoving Sander away from him. The boy had been giving DelRay a blowjob, a finishing touch to the fucking he'd just given the boy. Hitting the wall, Sander slid down it, coming to a stop seated on the floor. Puzzled and frightened, he looked at DelRay. Only DelRay, though an earpiece implanted behind his ear, had heard the report from the cafeteria.

"He killed a guard? An eleven year-old nullo killed a guard?" DelRay couldn't believe what he heard. "No, I didn't use a pulse on anyone, not a level 5 pulse, anyway," he said speaking into the air, but heard by the person on the other end of the connection. "No. Let him go for now. I have to think this over. Apparently, the security system has been compromised… right… only I can issue a level 5, and I didn't. No, you did the right thing. First, we have to find out just what this hacker can do to us."

As deadly as this eleven year-old eunuch seemed to be, he wasn't the problem. He could be killed, DelRay knew. The man controlling the security system was the problem. DelRay opened his desk drawer, pulling a remote from it. When he pressed a button, each guard's collar unsnapped. It cost DelRay some of his control over them – he hated giving up any of it – but he couldn't have his guards susceptible to outside forces. He'd already lost one as it was.

"Come Sander," he then said sweetly, totally changing tracks. "We have to go see Mr. Wong in the hospital. I think someone's broken into Lester's security computers, and we can't have that!" Sander, his butt still aching from the hard fuck that DelRay had given him, took his hand and went with him. There wasn't much else he could do.

"Problem," Tsu gasped, as the gunboats sped towards Chile, "Hop's in a fight in the cafeteria!" No one said a word as Tsu fought with the portable, hampered by the wireless connection and their fast movement. Still, he managed to take down one guard with a lethal shock from his collar. The graphics showed Hop Sing fighting for all he was worth, bad arm and all, and Tsu was deeply impressed. He then shouted into the computer as the boy felled a guard.

"They're leaving the room!" Chow observed, looking over Tsu's shoulder. "Li, can we go any faster?"

"Wake up, Wong," DelRay snapped at the sleeping man, yanking his blanket back. Simply asleep, Wong sat up with a startled cry. He'd pretty much healed over, his crotch smooth and pink and only lightly scarred. In a few days, even the scars would be gone.

"Later," DelRay said, handing Sander off to the doctor. "Give him a treat, he's a good boy," DelRay added. "Now, Wong, explain to me how someone could hack into YOUR security system there, that I paid SO damn much money for?"

"No one can," Wong muttered in a daze. The idea of waking up as a nullo didn't sit well with him, obviously.

"We agreed that Tsu could," DelRay reminded him, "Right before I cut your dick off, remember? Well, get this," DelRay went on, telling Wong the whole story of how he had two dead guards, a pack of missing slaves, and several wounded innocent boys scattered all over the hospital.

"I should have listened to Matti," DelRay smiled, "He said the boy beat him up all during his training."

"My mole," DelRay smiled, "And he doesn't even know it. Certain things put him a trance, and he calls and talks to me. Just talks. Gives me all Ben's trade secrets, business stats, boy count, estimated CR take by day, the usual corporate spy. That's all he is, really. I thought it was brilliant, since I was done with him anyway. That, and I was afraid I'd end up like you and kill him. I'd grown too fond of him, Wong, I'm sure you can relate. I had to get rid of him, but you know, waste not-want not?"

"Back to the issue," DelRay reminded him, "I know it wasn't you. You're too stupid to hack my system, so therefore, given what you told me – IF you weren't lying to save your hide – then it must be Tsu. He's in my system, Wong, and he's wreaking havoc! I've lost control of Hop Sing's collar, and he's killing guards!"

"The bandwidth needed to control your system from San Carlos Island would be ungodly, not to mention impossible," Wong surmised, "No one could afford that for long! Besides, Tsu would have to be here," he went on, "And he's not. That's why we wanted him on the island, but he got all pissed off and left before he could do any damage. If Ben hadn't swallowed my sob story about the boy, well, it never would have worked there. And why would he do it? Revenge? They have no proof the boys are here, and how would they know, even if they got in?" DelRay didn't look convinced. "Tsu has to be here to touch the computers. Not even HE can just tap in at will! You didn't identify them by name, did you?"

"No, I'm not stupid like SOME people," DelRay snapped, giving Wong's catheter a gentle tug. Wong yelled in pain.

"Two new boys arrive," DelRay thought aloud, "YOU arrive with them. Hop Sing arrived on San Carlos Island, as per our plan, and suddenly Tsu is there again. Then the Tsu boy comes here, and my computers go to hell? The collar has no effect on him? And he knows things? He's brave enough to threaten ME? Coincidence? I think not!"

"The only common element is the green collar, which could be a key," Wong assured him, "And I threw both of them into the ocean near Ben's island. Now, unless the boy is psychic, or a witch or something, then how does a boy cause your system to malfunction just be being near it?"

"That's the only thing," DelRay admitted, "I don't get it. But I will, as soon as I catch him. I want him alive, Wong, and you're going to help catch him. Because for now, you're the one under suspicion."

DelRay and Wong paid no attention to Sander, who had lain down on a vacant bed and pretended to be asleep. But he heard every word of it. "Hop, I'm OK," he whispered softly into his pillow, praying to every god he'd ever heard of to listen to him.

"Isn't he darling?" DelRay asked, "We need to discuss the fact that you smuggled me out a pretty much ruined boy, too, Wong."

"Q, it's OK to be a dead fuck," Hop Sing's collar spoke up, and the boy understood the code at once. Sander had been called that before, and he was OK.

Having no idea where he was or where he was going, Hop Sing turned to face the crowd of about forty or fifty boys following him. "Understood, Q needs a way out," he replied. None of the boys offered any help at all. "How do you get OUT of here, outside?" Hop Sing demanded, not caring if anyone heard him. He could only hope that his father was tampering with the audio already.

Instantly, green arrows lit up along the walls. Tsu was doing it. "Come with me," Hop Sing repeated, "And for the love of the gods, talk to me! Geeez! Do I have to kill one of you, or what?" He demanded, as they finally reached a door and Hop Sing palmed it open.

"W-we… we can't go out there!" An Asian boy squeaked, terrified of the sunlight. "They'll kill us! Master will kill us if we go out!"

"I'll kill you if you don't," Hop Sing replied, although it made his heart ache to say it. As he looked at the boys, all terrified, starved looking, and totally lost, he wanted to cry. But he had no time for that. Obedience had been drilled into them, and he knew he had to use it.

"No, they won't," Hop Sing's collar replied, "The computer system is malfunctioning. Trust the bald boy. He is there to save you!"

"Recording systems are down, doors to IT sealed," Tsu told Hop Sing, "I'm taking video offline now. The guards have been released from their collars, but from what I hear from DelRay in hospital ward, they're planning on coming after you the old fashioned way! Q, you have to get out of the complex and make for the beach! Hide somewhere near the deepest water! I don't know what it'll do, son, but I'm going to crash the entire system with an overload very soon, soon as I know you're out. The whole complex is run by computer, and when the core goes, it may not be pretty!"

"But Sander's inside!" Hop Sing yelled, as he began shoving boys out into the bright sunlight. They all just sat down and waited, staring at him like drones.

"Boys, you hide in the bushes. Wait for me and the blond new boy. That's an order!"

"A boy can't order us boys," a smaller boy said, clearly using all the bravery he had left in him. Hop Sing moved and hugged him. The little boy screamed, but then went limp and began to sob. "Pop this collar," Hop Sing said, and the little boy's collar fell off. He stared it, unable to believe it. The rest of the boys began to murmur, a good sign.

"Sander?" Sander's collar whispered, as Tsu watched the animations that showed Sander being left alone in his bed. Fortunately, no one had restrained him. "Sander," Ben Toeber's voice whispered, "Listen to me. You have to get outside. Hop Sing's father has taken control of DelRay's systems. He's going to blow the core, which is probably tied into the power plant of the island, too, run by computer! Sander, you have to get out," Ben repeated. "Can you do that?"

"We can't save them all, Sander. They're as good as dead. DelRay murdered them. Think of it that way. If they can't walk, leave them. I'm sorry Sander," Ben said sadly, "But you have to get out. I… I don't want to lose you, buddy. I don't think I could bear it."

"I thought you were gonna SELL me?" Sander gasped, confused at Ben's tone, as he watched the doctor busily giving the stunned boys drugs and trying to revive them.

"That was all blow," Ben admitted. "Sander, from the day I first saw you when you were just a tiny little baby, I loved you. I wanted you. Maybe in a perverse way, but I wanted you. And now that I have you, and lost you, I realize that I can't stand to be without you near me. I was bad to you, Sander. You should never have been business. You should have been purely pleasure. Things will be different, I promise."

"What do I do?" Sander asked, as Ben breathed a sigh of relief that the boy hadn't sunk back into despair and just given up. "Oh, and Matti's a spy," he added, which struck Ben dumb. "Corporate spy, that's all. He's giving Lester your business secrets."

Outside, Hop Sing was having much better luck communicating. For drama, he had his father pop the black collars from the boys' necks when he touched them. "Yours?" Tsu asked, but Hop Sing refused. "Just make sure it's dead, father, we need it to communicate," he said, as a sign to the boys. "Your friends are in there, wounded, unable to get out. They'll die if you don't help me," Hop Sing told them. He'd been listening to Ben's chat with Sander, too, and it made him almost ill. All those boys were helpless, doomed to die when the computers crashed, and it was all his fault.

"We'll die here anyway!" The Asian boy retorted, "We die every day! I wanna die tryin' to get free! Hop Sing's free on his island! He says there's a better place for us somewhere, and I wanna go there!"

Then the black boy joined them. "You all stay then. See which one of you gets fried next with a level 4 and left half brain dead! Or see who gets his teeth pulled out next! Or whatever else that freak does to you! I'm goin' in!"

The change was stunning. Hop Sing allowed only the biggest, healthiest looking ones to go with him, though.

"Make it fast, Q, they're headed for a large room below you on the other end of the place."

Then they turned a corner and ran right into a guard. Hop Sing didn't hesitate. He kicked the man's larynx in. Then he saw the lack of a black collar.

"Shit," Hop Sing grumbled, "Father, are there air shafts? We're not armed, and the guards are without collars!"

"There are weapons stashed here and there," Tsu's voice replied, yawning, "Back the way you came, right turn, two doors down, there's a cache of stun sticks and a couple guns!"

Back in the hospital, Sander slipped out of his bed and into a side room that he hoped was the office. He was right. He found a stun stick in a desk drawer, crept up behind the doctor, and used it on him. The man collapsed in a screaming heap. Then Sander looked at the good dozen insensate boys. "I need help," he told his collar.

"Help is coming," Chow's voice said, "Sander, Hop, Mr. Tsu is exhausted. Ben and I are taking over for now. Boys, you have to get out and get to the beach, remember! Hide somewhere. You'll know us when you see us!"

One floor down, in the armory, Lester DelRay was in a rage. "I want that boy, and I want him alive!" He shouted. "And don't think for a minute that without the collars, that any funny business is gonna be tolerated! We're in enough of a mess as it is."

Wong, who still had his collar on, recognized the looks on the guards faces, though. When one ruled by fear and punishment, and the means to deliver it was taken away, then that person usually became the target. But the guards, he saw, were slick. DelRay was too angry to notice it, but Wong wasn't. Standing there naked, nullified, and collared, he cringed at the thought of them turning on him. After all, they were all in the same shape – nullo'd, and frustrated, full of raging hormones and desires that they couldn't satisfy. Wong wondered how many of them were 'lucky' boys who'd lived long enough to grow up on the island.

"We can't trust the computer systems," DelRay went on, "I have reason to believe that Tsu, the man who wrote the code, has hacked them. Probably because I have his son. That's why your collars are off. The boy's father killed that other guard with a level 5 pulse, not me. Keep in mind, too, that there will be great rewards for whoever brings me the boy, alive! Also keep in mind, if this goes down badly," DelRay grinned, "That you have Wong there to thank for it!"

"HE was the one who initially put the Tsu boy on Ben Toeber's island, with the intent of ruining HIM, to benefit US," DelRay lied, "But instead, Tsu left without doing his job. It was only a stroke of luck on Wong's part – and his luck has run out, you can see – that we were able to compromise Ben's system to ruin him, just as Tsu is ruining us now! He's a threat to our very way of life here."

Wong could see that some of the guards were buying it, but not all. It would be easy to spot who to trust.

"So we need the boy alive to bargain with Tsu," DelRay said, "If he's dead, so are we. We cannot trust Tsu at all; I should have expected this when Wong cooked this whole hair-brained scheme up! The blond that came here with him is also to be taken alive! Shoot to kill only if you MUST. I have too much money wrapped up in these boys, and slave boys don't come cheap! Do I make myself clear?"

The morning passed into afternoon as a large game of cat and mouse. Even with the computers working somewhat for DelRay, the system showed him the bulk of his slave boys were not only outside, but lying on the bottom of the ocean, since they'd tossed their collars in. They continued to comb the complex. DelRay wasn't worried about the boys outside. They had nowhere to go, after all.

Overhead in the air shafts, Hop Sing and perhaps a dozen boys crept around fans, disabling them as they went. Hop Sing coordinated with Ben and Chow, as his father needed rest. It was going to be a long time until nightfall.

Chapter 15
The Rescue

Luckily for Hop Sing and his band of rescuers, Lester DelRay had no idea just how badly he'd been compromised. More than once, Chow used Tsu's video game graphics to mislead DelRay and his guards. That gave Hop Sing time to get into the hospital wing and grab Sander and the other boys. Luckily, they were able to move somewhat, but most still couldn't talk and were very twitchy.

"Where's a good place to hide?" Sander asked, as they made the long crawl back up and out.

"Niran, but nobody's called me that since I got here," the Asian boy replied. No one else spoke up.

They all froze for a long time over a grated part of the shaft as a group of guards milled around under it. The boys listened closely.

"Can you blame him?" The other replied, "I mean, WE survived it, but what did it get us? We're just as much slaves as those kids are."

Freed of their collars, the guards seemed to have realized that they could speak freely for probably the first time ever.

"I could deal with being a nullo slave when I was a kid," the first said, "But when I grew up and they put me on hormones to build me up, that sucked! I ain't got off since the last time I was fucked when I was a kid!"

"I know what you mean," the other replied. "I… I kinda hope the kids get away."

"That Ben Toeber's a real bastard, from what the Master says," the other guard replied, "I bet he's coming. You know how the Master hates him, and hell, he HAS to know we have his boys here! He'd do just the same… he'd come after them. I bet Mr. DelRay would."

"If he was losing money, he would," the other agreed, "But man," he lowered his voice to a whisper, "Killing kids bothers me."

"Yeah, but what kind of life we got anywhere else?" the first asked, "I been a slave since I can remember, and at least, I got food here and somewhere warm and dry to sleep."

Finally, they moved on. The boys resumed their crawl. Tired and hurt and hungry, none of them were sure that they were going to make it. More than once, Hop Sing was worried that one of them crying would attract attention. It was later in the afternoon, after several rest stops, that they finally made it back outside.

The African boy, who told them his name was Alem, shook his head. "I'm scared. I wanna hide."

"You're right," Ben Toeber's voice told him through the black collar, "You boys should all hide in the jungle and try to get some rest. Leave the rest of it up to us. We'll be there by nightfall, and believe me, you'll know when we arrive!"

The boys did just that, moving inland some. Since breakfast had been interrupted and lunch had never happened, all of them were very hungry. Hop Sing and Sander were both shocked at the young age of some of the slaves as well. Ben Toeber had never had a boy younger than ten, even though Lewie was small for his age. Lester DelRay, it seemed, took whatever he could find. What also bothered the San Carlos boys was how ignorant their charges were. None of them even knew how to find food such as bananas or coconuts in the wild. By the time they had the younger ones fed and settled down, both of them were exhausted. Niran and Alem offered to stand guard with the pilfered stun stick they had from the doctor's office so that they could rest and wait for night.

Some hours later, as DelRay and Wong, along with a detachment of guards, searched for the boys, the guards that the boys had killed failed to report in. "That's a clue," DelRay realized, "Wherever they went out, the boys waylaid them. And they couldn't have gotten too far into the jungles. We know they're not on the beach, too. Let's go to the last exit used."

"Any luck in IT getting the system back?" Wong asked, which got him a good smack upside the head from DelRay.

"Hop Sing is going to pay for this," Wong muttered, as he began to grow excited at the idea of slowly torturing the boy to death. But he also knew that for as bad as he wanted to, he couldn't fuck him again. DelRay had seen to that. But he felt like he was going to cum at any time, as he thought about it. Perhaps that would give him so relief.

Just then, DelRay cocked his head as his implanted chip buzzed him. It was the doctor, who'd just managed to regain control of himself to call and report that the hospital was empty. DelRay cursed and raged, and everyone stepped back. The fact that he'd already tried ordering level 3 pulses for all of the boys, and failed, was readily evident. Tsu had disabled all of that. "Maybe he'll kill you with a level 5," DelRay told Wong with a cold smile.

"And would you have thought that your boy could kill a grown man?" DelRay countered. "He's a little monster, that one! Ah! the door!" He exclaimed, but found it locked. "Knock it down," he told the guards.

The sun was just beginning to set when Sander and Hop Sing awoke to the sounds of crashing in the underbrush. "They're onto you, Q.," his father's voice told him through the collar. "The only ones I can track are Wong and DelRay, the rest don't have collars anymore."

"And these boys are in no shape to fight," Sander added. "Half of them won't even talk to us!"

It was then that a boy of about nine or ten tugged at Hop Sing's arm, trying to tell him something.

"That's 24, we call him by his room number. He can't talk. The Master cut his vocal chords out, said he talked too much," Alem said, as 24 insisted that they follow him. Then Alem seemed to remember something. "The Master used to take him outside, dunno why, maybe 'cause he's a native of the mainland?"

Faced with being caught, as DelRay and his men drew closer, the boys ran after 24. They did the best they could to help the injured ones along, and 24 led them to the beach. He then ran along it, near the water's edge, splashing, up and around a bend, and stood panting and smiling, pointing at a cave opening. "It's perfect," Tsu agreed, when Sander told him. The rest of the boys had to be forced inside, and they all went as far back as they dared and hid.

"Do our collars have lights?" Hop Sing asked, and at once, he and Sander's began to glow.

"That was slick," Hop Sing told 24, "The waves will wash out our footprints?" 24 beamed at him. His smile gave Hop Sing some hope.

Lester DelRay was having a fit again at the sight of hundreds of small footprints that seemed to vanish into the lapping waves on the beach. "I hate that kid," he growled.

"OK, where would they go? Where can you hide here?" Wong asked, but DelRay was too angry to even think. The thought of losing all of his slave boys, his plans to open a resort like Ben's – only for men like himself and Wong – along with his entire way of life was rapidly falling by the wayside. He HAD to have those boys back. And he HAD to have his security system working again.

"Split up," DelRay ordered, giving Wong a deadly look. "Report back to me in one hour, Wong, or I swear, you'll suffer for it!"

What the hell can he do? Wong wondered, He's nullified me, ruined me! Then Wong realized, as he and the guards set off up the beach, that he really didn't want to know the answer to that question. He was still thinking about it when they came across the mouth of the cave, just as it was beginning to get dark. "Anyone got a flashlight?" Wong asked. A few guards did. They went in anyway.

"I can smell them," the boys heard Wong saying, his voice an echo in the cave, "Someone can't hold his bladder!"

"Some of the boys are incontinent," Niran whispered to Hop Sing, "Can't help it. The Master put valves up some of the boys' peeholes so they drip all the time."

"Come out, Hop," Wong called, "Come to uncle, and I promise I'll make it fast. You won't suffer too long, boy!"

"We must fight," Hop Sing decided, realizing that after how Wong had hurt him, after all he'd done to him so far, that there was no choice. He had to kill him. If he didn't, Wong would surely kill him. He made up his mind. "Wait for them," he whispered, as the bobbing lights drew nearer and nearer.

Some miles offshore, Chow smiled at Li at the helm of the lead gunboat. "Less than one hour, sir," Li told him.

"Good, get me Interpol on the comm system," Chow replied. Li gasped. "I want them to see just what this DelRay fellow is up to." Chow's face then went hard. "Business is one thing, but what this man does is just wrong!"

"You seem very set on getting DelRay, Chow," Ben asked, "I have reason to, but you? No offense, but morals and ethics? After all, you just sold me your nephew for six years?"

"Would have sold you one stepson, too," Chow confessed, "But drug addict mother sold him first. Said some man called 'Lester' bought him last year. Blood is blood – boy is family. If he's alive," Chow paused, "DelRay will pay. I had no idea until I saw Tsu's hacked data."

"Sir," Li spoke up, "After what we saw that Mr. Tsu downloaded, the torture and killing and stuff, I mean to say, your island was a good place to grow up, sir. I miss it. Those boys, even if they are slaves, deserve better."

It didn't take long for Wong and the guards to reach the boys. Hidden all over, behind rocks, in gullies, back in the darkness, they waited. It was Hop Sing who took the lead. "Lights," he said, and his collar lit up, exposing him. "Wong," he said coldly, as he heard guns cock.

"Idiots!" Wong snapped, "If you miss, the ricochets will hit US! And Lester wants them ALIVE!"

Hop Sing smiled. It gave him an edge. Next to him, just out of the light, Sander stood with the stun stick set as high it would go. 2 would have to do; it was all they had. The rest of the boys clutched rocks. Freedom – or the next best thing to it – was within their grasp and they weren't about to let it slip by.

"Here we are, please don't kill us," Hop Sing said. "It's a dead end, we can't get out."

Wong motioned two guards forward. As they made to grab Hop Sing, there were thuds in the darkness and the guards went down as hidden boys brained them with rocks. Two more rushed forward, and Sander stunned the both of them, retreating back into the darkness. Flashlights darted this way and that, but the boys moved like rats, vanishing into the shadows. One by one, and with the advantage of having studied the cave, DelRay's slave boys picked them off one by one. A few got stunned in the process, but the sticks only went up to a level 2, they remembered. Finally, only Wong was left.

"I see Mr. DelRay fixed you," Hop Sing pointed out, "How does it feel, being a nullo like me?"

Wong paused. He wanted to kill the boy so badly. Only that would do. All of this was his fault, Wong thought – the demise of HKS3, his loss of his stolen money, his imprisonment and nullification at the hands of DelRay… ALL of it! Killing the boy wouldn't be enough, but it would have to do. Slowly, he would kill him so very slowly, Wong thought, cautiously advancing on the boy and remembering full well that Hop Sing could … had … already killed a man.

"Come here, boy," Wong ordered him, holding tight to a stun stick. Behind him in the darkness, the slave boys moved. Wong tried to watch, but if he turned, Hop Sing drew closer, his collar shining. Then something hit the back of his head, and Wong went down with a cry of pain.

Wong, despite his pain, laughed. "Live?" he gasped, "Why? As a nullo? As a nothing, like YOU?" He coughed. Someone hit him again, and Wong screamed and coughed harder. It sounded like ribs had broken. Also in the darkness was the hum of stunners. It was apparent that some of the boys were taking no chances on the guards getting back up and were stunning them over and over again at level 2. In fact, most of them were already dead, their hearts having given out.

"And I loved you," Wong coughed again, "I only wanted to show you how much! How beautiful you were, Hop Sing, after they cut you! What man could not look at you and find such beauty, beauty beyond even women?"

"And you set him up," Sander finished for him, kicking away Wong's stun stick. He already had one. "You cost him his family, his boy parts, all his future children! You cost him being humiliated for life by being a nullo! And you cost him being fucked every day, and he hates it! Well let's see how YOU like it!" Sander yelled, as some of the boys jumped on the wounded Wong and held him.

"You like that, do ya?!" Sander yelled at him, moving the stick in and out, "You like being fucked up the ass? How's it feel? Huh?!"

Wong's body jerked and he screamed as the constant level 2 shocked his bowels. It caused him to orgasm at once, but as the nerves burned out, it became more pain than anything. Wong ejaculated, the pent up fluid firing from his relocated urethra as he screamed and screamed. It was even worse than Peter's scream, which sometimes still woke Hop Sing up at night in a cold sweat. It was worse than his own screams when he'd been cut himself. It was a scream full of loss and suffering that he couldn't comprehend. Spasm after spasm racked Wong's body, and he gasped out one last word: "Tsu boys," he managed.

They all watched him spasm and jerk for quite some time, mutely, as the currents tore at Wong's nervous system.

In his office, Lester DelRay was shouting at Ben Toeber on the video phone. He'd just sent the guards out to follow Wong's trail, since Wong hadn't reported in as ordered.

"Les, Les," Ben laughed, "I have no clue what you're on about?" Toeber smiled at him. "Things falling apart are they? Maybe I can send Tsu down to fix it?"

DelRay was beyond coherency, though. "I know you did this to me, Ben!" He raged, "And if you come within 1,000 km [600 miles] of my island, the Chilean military will have you! I pay them well in revenues, you know!"

"The Chileans are busy watching your latest videos," Chow cut in, "That one where you nullified the little Chinese boy, and then had your doctor pull that one boy's teeth? How about the one where you had boys buried in the sand up to their necks when the tide came in?"

"No military is coming to help you, Lester," Ben told him, "But I AM COMING, in force! I'm taking your boys, Lester, and I'm opening my doors to Interpol. You see, unlike you, I operate the legal way. I generate revenues for governments, too, and I'm technically under the jurisdiction of the Far Southeast Asian Rim Alliance. Slavery is perfectly legal there, but then again, my boys aren't slaves. They're indentured servants. They're paid. And technically, due to a little known and seldom used clause in the contracts, they can leave when they've hit a 40% profit makeup purchase limit."

"Everyone in the world is going to see your face, DelRay," he promised him, "And the videos. Everyone is going to see how men like you treat boys. Even if you live, which we're willing to let you, you'll have nowhere to run. Interpol will seize your assets, and you'll be ruined. You're already ruined! You'll never be able to do this again!"

DelRay then slammed his fist into the monitor, breaking the connection. Across the speakers all around the complex, his voice echoed as he used his manual PA system:

"THIS IS LESTER DELRAY SPEAKING!

GUARDS ARE TO HUNT DOWN AND KILL ALL BOYS ON THE ISLAND!

REPEAT – ALL BOYS ARE TO BE SHOT ON SIGHT!"

"I think Ben's here," Sander said dryly, as they all headed to the mouth of the cave.

Off the coast of DelRay's island, Chow's gunboats cut loose with everything that they had. Twenty-inch [50 cm] shells slammed into the buildings, rocking the foundations and caving in the lower underground floors. Beneath the complex, the ceiling gave way and crushed the submarine bay. Some miles out, the Chilean navy that DelRay had counted on sat and watched. But the videos of DelRay's day to day life were much more interesting. "Did you hear something?" The fleet Admiral asked. But no one did.

DelRay fled his office. He had no idea where he was going. Damn you to hell, Toeber, he thought, as he grabbed up a satchel and fled the collapsing room.

When the shelling finally stopped, not much remained of DelRay's planned resort. Smoke rose from the ruins, then the power core exploded. Debris flew everywhere, and the whole island shook. Far underground, a long dormant magma pool began to bubble with the rocking of the earth. Then something ruptured, blocking the magma's escape route, and pressure began to build.

Above, on the beach, all was quiet as the gunboats scanned the shoreline with searchlights. "Hop Sing?" Tsu's voice called over the bullhorn. "Sander?" Ben called.

"Yeah," Sander finally smiled, for the first time in a long time that he could remember. He got Hop Sing to his feet.

"Father!" Hop Sing breathed, as the boys helped one another out of the cave and down to the beach to stand, staring, into the lights.

"There they are!" Chow shouted, as the gunboats anchored and smaller invasion craft set out for the beach.

The boys just sat in the sand, exhausted, waiting. DelRay's boys, some of them too terrified to move, just sat and whimpered. Others, who hadn't had all of their hopes crushed out of them yet, waved.

"My son!" Tsu cried, running for Hop Sing and grabbing him up. Hop Sing pulled back, faced his father, and nodded his head. Tsu nodded back. Then Hop Sing burst into tears and sobbed uncontrollably into his father's shoulder.

"Oh, Sander," Ben gasped, taking the bruised boy in his arms and holding him – oddly, Sander thought – as he'd never felt anyone on the island hold him before. It was tender, not needful, this holding. Sander didn't know what to make of it.

Then the adults noticed the rest of the boys, who were watching them with a mix of fear and wonderment. It was obvious that many of them had never seen such a display before. It was 24, the little mute boy, who finally stepped up first and tugged at Ben's sleeve. The look on his face was confused, but hopeful. After all, 24 was thinking, if these men were crying to see their boys, they couldn't be bad like the man who'd made him a mute. Then the little boy held his arms up at Ben.

"He needs it worse than I do, sir," Sander said, as Ben put him down and picked up 24. "He can't talk, DelRay cut his vocal chords," Sander informed Ben.

Ben Toeber then hugged the smaller boy, kissed his cheek, and with tears in his eyes, stared at him and the other assembled slaves of DelRays' island. Some of them couldn't stand unaided, due to the recent stuns they'd had. But even in the narrow beams of the searchlights, Toeber could see the signs of hard abuse on all of them. "I had no idea it was this bad," he breathed. "Gods, I had no idea!" He then handed 24 off to Chow, who was searching faces with his flashlight.

When it landed on a pale yellow face with almond-shaped eyes and black hair, Chow froze.

"F-father?" the boy whispered, looking down at his feet and tightening up as if he expected to be struck.

"Jin?" Chow asked, and the boy nodded. Chow looked him over, as if studying some merchandise. The boy was, like most of them, a nullo. He was also thin, and his body showed signs of older, healed wounds where he'd been whipped. Around his wrists and ankles were more pink areas, signs of freshly used rapid-healing gel. "My son," Chow finally nodded, bending down. But Jin pulled away. "Master," was all he said.

"Sir," Sander spoke up, his face once again without expression. Ben looked at him and worried that the boy might be settling back into his old depressed self, as Ben nodded at him. "Sir, we have to take them. We can't leave them here, and we can't let some strangers have them."

Hop Sing, in his father's arms, could only nod. He couldn't stop crying, hard as he tried.

"WE have to take them? Who is 'we'?" Ben asked, teasingly, not bothering to tell Sander that he'd already made up his own mind in the matter. Then Sander smiled at him, as if some type of epiphany had taken him.

"There's plenty of room on San Carlos," Sander said, nodding, "plenty of food. We don't use half the island, sir! Please sir, it's a good place, and … and they've been through enough!"

The rest of DelRay's slave boys just stared at Sander, unable to believe that a nullo boy like them could speak to his master in such a way – and live through it!

"Boys," Ben said to them all, "Anyone who wants to come with us, can. These boys can promise you, I'm not a bad man like Lester DelRay was. I don't torture my boys on my island. You can do almost anything you want to, and you don't even have to have to have sex with anyone, if you don't want to. So, anybody want to come with us?"

Ben watched as hands slowly raised, one by one. Most of the boys started crying again. For many of them, it seemed to be all they knew how to do.

Sander glanced over at Hop Sing, who was wiping his face on his father's shirt. He stepped over to the Tsu's, and whispered, "No sex, he said? Something's definitely wrong here!"

Chapter 16
Back Home Again

"What do you want?" Ben asked, as the slave boys cowered behind him. But it was Alem, the African boy, who spoke up.

"Master Ben, sir, I know them! They're… they're different." Alem waited for permission to go on. Ben nodded and touched his cheek. "I don't know their names, sir, but they're the only ones who were never mean to us on purpose."

"Sir," the white guard asked, "You've got every right to shoot us right here, and I kinda hope you do. But we grew up on this island. When we weren't boys anymore, DelRay promoted us to guards. He shot us full of hormones, made us work out, and well… sir, we've got nowhere else to go. We're just as much slaves as the boys are. We'd like to come with you, sir."

Sander, who'd been helping DelRay's boys onto the rafts, looked up. "You're the guys from under the air shaft," he remembered.

"We knew you were up there," the black guard smiled at him. Sander gaped at him.

"Most of the boys know we're not like the other guards," the other added. "And sir, you're gonna need help with them. DelRay's got 'em all pretty fucked up in the head."

Toeber called Chow, who consented, on one term – if he thought for one second that the guards were compromising him in any way, he'd simply toss them overboard. The guards dropped their utility harnesses and happily agreed. With the guards' help, they finally got the boys all settled across various yachts and fed and bedded down for the night. Then Tsu removed Hop Sing's and Sander's black collars, throwing them overboard as the armada hit deep water and sped off for the Chilean coast.

Ben Toeber was a man who did things by the book. Once they rendezvoused with the Chilean navy, he told them the whole story. As he was in the midst of it, something out to sea exploded in a huge fireball that shot glowing flame and ash into the sky. "I think we, ahhh, broke something back there?" He offered. The officers laughed. As it turned out, no one in the military or the government of Allied South America wanted anything to do with over fifty sexually mutilated and emotionally damaged boys. One Admiral even put Ben in contact with the local government, where homeless and wild boys were still being hunted down in the streets and shot like rats. Toeber wound up with not only DelRay's boys, but with a new boat full of supplies and least two dozen shocked Chilean boys from juvenile custody, who were totally freaked out about seeing the nullos. "It's cheaper for us, trust me," the official said, as he politely tossed Toeber and his entourage OUT of South American waters.

They made for San Carlos Island at a much slower pace, mainly to keep the boys from becoming seasick. It was a rough trip for most of them, but fortunately, Doctor Knox had had the foresight to send a nurse along. Manfred, an old San Carlos boy himself, had just complete nursing school and returned to the island to work for Toeber and Knox.

Freed of their black collars – for the first time in their lives that some could remember – many of the boys took advantage of it. They began to open up and talk, spending every free moment on deck in the sunshine. They also went through provisions at an alarming rate, which was just what they needed. Some of them, however, cowered below decks and just sat staring. Others huddled together tightly, afraid to lose contact with one another. Nights were also an adventure, as a great many of the boys – who insisted on sleeping together, or with the adults – woke up with screaming nightmares.

Ben thought about it for two days, then he finally came to the conclusion that he was going to have to risk collaring them all. It was simply too easy to misplace one, or have one abducted. And the more he thought about it, the more he realized that he couldn't bear losing any of them. It confused him, the way he was feeling – the way he'd been feeling since seeing DelRay's boys on the beach that night. He presented his idea to Sander and Hop Sing, and while somewhat withdrawn, the idea of being collared again didn't bother them. In fact, Hop Sing wanted a collar back around his neck. He was afraid to be without it. Ben didn't blame him a bit.

They docked to refuel and take on supplies at a small island port in the South Pacific, only a few more days away from home. That was when Ben assembled the boys and decided to give them a rest on dry land for a few days. It was easy to arrange, since he knew the man who ran the resort very well. He was more than happy to clear out a space for the crowd. Ben imposed upon him for use of his phone, and placed several calls to Switzerland.

"Now boys," Toeber explained patiently, as Sander and Hop Sing stood on each side of him. "I know you're scared, still, but we're not going to hurt you. You should all know that by now. What I have to do is put collars on you," Ben said, which sent some of the rescued boys into tears again. "They're for protection, and tracking," Ben went on, "And they do NOT, I assure you, DO NOT harm you! Hop Sing?" Ben asked, and Hop Sing stepped forward. Ben snapped a red collar around his neck. Hop Sing looked confused. "The red collar means no one has the right to touch you, hurt you, or anything," Ben explained. "It locks into a tracking system, and it serves as a communicator also. If you need something, squeeze it and talk. It won't come off, and it won't break, but it won't hurt you."

"Thank you, Ben," Hop Sing bowed slightly. Then he hugged Ben and touched his collar for reassurance. "Father?" He asked. "Right here, son" Tsu's voice replied. Then Ben snapped a gold collar around Sander's neck. Sander looked confused.

"You've been promoted," Ben told him. "I think you've probably got some good ideas for how to train the new boys? You wanted them, you got them. They're all yours, Sander." Sander beamed at him. A red or gold collar meant that no one could fuck him as they pleased! He and Hop Sing were no longer sex slaves! It made them both so happy that they hugged one another – violently, laughing all the while.

That was pretty much all it took to convince the other boys. All of DelRay's boys and the South Americans were fitted with red collars and registered. Some of the reluctant ones cried and tugged at the collars, but not many. Most of the SA's, as Ben called them, just sat on deck with their legs crossed as the journey got underway again.

When the armada arrived, they were greeted by the sight of Mrs. Tsu standing on the end of the pier in a brightly colored two piece bikini. "Uh oh, it's the little woman," Chow offered. Mr. Tsu cringed. As soon as the yachts docked, she set in to complaining and didn't stop all the way back to Ben's office. On the boats, boys just sat and stared at the island.

"I think it's a good place," one of DelRay's old guards assured the boys near him.

Moments later, Ben Toeber and some staff came back to expedite the unloading of the boys. The SA's were terrified, naked and surrounded by nullos, but they managed to get them off the boats too. Ben did a quick head count with his handheld, and gasped when saw that the boy population of his island had just doubled. The staff took the boys in hand, and Doctor Knox almost had a fit as he began triaging DelRay's boys. He was in for a long night, it seemed, as he and Manfred and the guards fled with the new arrivals.

Sander and Hop Sing were the last ones off the boat. As they got down and turned around, Ben was there with his arms around their shoulders. "You did a good thing, boys, I'm proud of you," he said.

"It's not about the money, not anymore," Ben replied wistfully, "It used to be, but not now. I had no idea anyone could be so cruel to boys."

"And nullifying them like you do us isn't?" Sander asked. Hop Sing remained quiet.

"That's going to have to change," Ben nodded. "Lester DelRay showed me one thing, and that was that I'm not perfect. In a way, I liked hurting boys just as much as he did. I was a hypocrite."

"Yes, even then," Ben corrected him, "Because I thought that just because I had a boy under contract, and he was trained, and cut, that he had to be a sex slave. Then on DelRay's island, when I was going off on him, I realized that I was wrong. Not every boy I bring here can be a green-collar boy. For some of you, it's like hell on earth, I'd wager," Ben mused.

"Well, you're all in for a surprise," Ben assured him, reminding him of his red collar. "Look there," he pointed.

There stood Chris, Matti, Lewie, a man in some awful Bermuda shorts and a funny hat, and even Timmy! Next to them stood another boy, a nullo, in a green collar. He was holding a little boy's hand – he was wearing a red collar – and waving. Next to him stood a taller boy in a red collar, and a young woman holding a baby. Off to one side stood another Chinese boy that Hop Sing didn't know, also a nullo.

"Timmy! Chris!" Both Sander and Hop Sing yelled, racing forward to a violent reunion in the middle of the pier. They went crashed into each other and went down in a heap, hugging and kissing and laughing and crying all at once.

"There's more to it than money," Ben sighed, as he watched Chow and Li confront the newly neutered Keye.

"Thank you, uncle," Keye bowed, the both of them hugged him. "Did you find Jin?"

"I did, just as I feared, Keye. DelRay had him. He's here now, though." Keye nodded.

Li touched Keye's nullo place and smiled. "Looks good on you," he commented, "Didn't I tell you?" Keye nodded again.

"Feels funny," Keye smiled, "But they take good care of me here, sir!" Chow then introduced them, but Hop Sing was more interested in his friends and politely excused himself, about to burst with happiness.

"Hell, I almost was!" Timmy said seriously. "Your uncle tried to kill me with some kind of nonstop fuck machine! Tore me up bad inside, but Doctor Knox put me back together, better'n'new! Thanks to your sister!"

"An Dong's pregnant girlfriend," Timmy told him, as the couple greeted their little brother too, "Doc got some kind of juice outta the baby mess, when the baby came early, and used it to treat me. Something about growing new nerves from baby-stems or something? Said without it, I'd have been ruined for life."

Hop Sing looked up, looking more closely at the rest of the greeting party. He recognized An Dong and Jie Kang, his brothers, but what got his attention was the nullified boy in the green collar holding Jie Kang's hand. "Guo Jian?" Hop Sing gasped. "Is that you?"

"Brother!" Guo Jian yelled, as he came to join them. Hop Sing stared at him in shock, unable to believe it. Right in front of him stood the very thing he'd been trying to prevent all along – Guo Jian was wearing a green collar and he had nothing but smooth pink skin between his legs. But then Matti and the rest of them were there. Hop Sing didn't know what to do as his brother hugged him.

"Don't flip out on me, kiddo," Matti laughed at Hop Sing, and they noticed a small bandage behind his left ear. "Your brother's as gay as gay can get, and he volunteered for neutering! Hell, he's worse than Timmy there! He wore me out training!"

"Hey!" Timmy protested, "I ain't been fucked since I woke up in the hospital," he told them. Then he looked away. "I… I dunno if I can. He said I might be ruined, in the head, I mean." Chris snorted. Timmy punched him playfully.

"That's why Ben called me," Mr. Gunter Schmidt of Switzerland told them, bending down to hold Timmy and reassure him. "When you're ready to try, I'll be here. And if you can't, you can still go home with me. I'll still love you, even if you can't fuck."

Sander's jaw dropped. "Yeah, right," he sneered, glancing at Matti, who had suddenly started trembling.

"Sander, I'm sorry," Matti said, looking away. "When they took you I… I had this breakdown. Doctor Knox found a chip implanted behind my ear, and when Tsu fixed the systems, it caught me talking to Lester DelRay. Sander, he had me… hypnotized or something. I was being bad to you because he told me to, to make you suffer and then you'd not care if they took you. He wanted me to make you hate it here, so you'd be easier to take, to want to leave or not care! I… I…," Matti choked, and started to cry.

"Believe him, Sander," Ben said, greeting the rest of them and thanking them for coming as Lewie began mauling him! "DelRay admitted it to me, Sander. Matti was his worm here, and he was just a pawn in a very bad game to get at you." But Sander didn't believe it.

"Brother," Hop Sing then said to him, taking Sander by the chin and making him face him, "All the time I was with him, Matti always talked of you. Then he'd get all distant, and then he'd train me some more. Then at night, sometimes, he'd talk in his sleep and cry. And it was always for you. If DelRay wasn't controlling him sometimes, why would he do that? I could never figure out why he wouldn't let you come over to see us. Now we know. He was DelRay's boy for years," Hop Sing reminded him, "Look at the boys we rescued, brother! He had to be just as much of a mess as they were."

Matti turned to face him, looking down at him, and bent down to face him. He hugged Sander so tightly that it hurt. "I never wanted to send you away," he cried, "I always wondered why I did it, why it made me feel so good to hurt you – then so bad after I did! Then when you disappeared, I had… had that breakdown. That's when Knox found the chip! Sander, I'm so sorry!" Matti sobbed, "I'll never send you away again," he promised.

It was the way that Matti held him that convinced Sander. He didn't grope him, he didn't slobber all over him. He just held him, touching him, just as Ben had done that night on DelRay's beach. And Sander realized, finally, that the way they had both held and touched him was exactly the same way that Hop Sing had held him the whole time he'd been trying to cheer him up.

"And so are you," Mr. Schmidt told Timmy. "We'll take it slowly. Knox said we're lucky you didn't have brain damage, you know."

Then Hop Sing went to his biological brothers and bowed slightly. It shamed him to be seen as he was – collared, nullo'd, naked. His face burned with the shame of it, but An Dong lifted him up and hugged him. "Meet your new nephew, Tsu Chung Sing," An Dong told him, presenting him with what looked a little baby Buddha. "He was early, but Knox fixed him all up!"

Hop Sing gently touched the baby's face, and the baby cooed. Hop Sing put his head on An Dong's shoulder and cried again.

"There is no shame in what you did, little brother," An Dong assured him. "And Ji's been gay since he was eight. He couldn't wait to get here and stay. It's not your fault; you did not fail anyone. Wong did this to you, always remember that!"

"Yeah, I killed his ass," Sander said proudly. "That's what he gets for fuckin' with us!"

Epilogue

All of the new boys, once cleared by Knox, had to be logged and photographed. Then they had to be assigned dorms in the boys' hotel. There was also the issue of their mental health, which prompted Ben to recolor a batch of collars in deep sky blue for the DelRay boys. The SA's all got red collars, and immediately went into Sander and Matti's new training program, with all the trainers put on emergency overtime duty. None of them complained. That meant that the DelRay boys could pretty much do as they wished, even fuck clients if they wanted to, but they didn't have to do it. Most of them were trained already, anyway. The new color gave them the right to refuse. Ben advised the current guests, and they were all very understanding and tried to help out. And there was also the problem of getting them settled into the San Carlos routine. It took a lot of convincing for some of them, and everyone realized there was a long way to go when Knox presented Ben with this report on them.

"Fifty-two boys, forty-four nullos, eight castrated only. Two with brain damage, ten with no teeth, one hemiplegic, twelve incontinent, one mute, and all malnourished, to say nothing of their mental health. Ben, I need help," Knox conceded. "These boys are fucked up."

Help came in the form of simply living on the island. There were decisions to be made, and things were quickly changing.

For starters, Hop Sing was thrilled that his family had relocated to the island. He found that his father and Ben and Chow now owned HKS3 and were rebuilding it. The fact that he could now live with them again changed his whole outlook, and he was actually happy for the first time since coming to the island. It took some time, but Hop Sing also eventually adapted to the fact that his brother, Ji, they all called him now – was just as big a slut as Timmy had been. Ji, it seemed, had willingly signed a five year contract, not that they needed the money now. He simply liked to fuck. He'd also volunteered for nullification, after seeing Keye being done. He was a total submissive, anyway, so he'd never really miss not having a dick of his own to be sucked or to fuck anyone with. It didn't take him long to forget about jerking off, either, since he was the first boy to have Knox's experimental prostate injections done on him. It increased his sensitivity, and orgasms Ji had were mind-blowing. Hop Sing, being away at DelRay's island, had missed all the excitement and the wild orgy that ensued during the double nullification, the second to take place lately. He was glad that he had!

Mr. Gunter Schmidt had also invited along one of his banker friends, one Herr Kern, who had come asking for Hop Sing right off the bat. "I need some code words for a dead man's account," he told the boy. "Did you know John Wong?"

"I killed him," Sander said proudly. Hop Sing cringed. Herr Kern explained that Wong had had an account, and since he was dead, it was 'pay out on death' to his heirs, but he needed the access codes and retina scan. Then Hop Sing remembered the cave and Wong's dying words. "Tsu boys," he said clearly into Kern's handheld, "An Dong, Guo Jian, Hop Sing, Jie Kang."

"Confirmed identity, funds paid on death," the handheld said. Kern showed Hop Sing the screen. "You're rich," Kern congratulated him. Sander almost fainted when he saw the figures on the screen.

The next thing was the revamped training program, which involved Sander moving into Matti's new room in the penthouse of the boys' hotel. Sander reasoned, with Hop Sing's help, that it would be better for new trainees to live with a couple for two weeks to see how life there was. Matti would train them, and part of that was fucking Sander to show them how much fun it was. Sander was in total bliss over it, and it seemed that he'd made a full recovery. He even took on clients when Matti was busy training, much to Ben's surprise and relief.

Dorm accommodations also changed, and the worst shock to the boys was the fact that Mrs. Tsu had appointed herself 'the universal mother'. Ben had left her alone; he knew better. "Boys need a mother," Mrs. Tsu told him sternly, "And so do you!" Mr. Tsu fled to IT and locked himself in! Mrs. Tsu spent her time harassing the boys about the state of their dorm rooms, their diets, and their nasty habits. But they all took it well.

Since Sander had moved in with Matti, that left a void in Hop Sing's dorm room. Even worse, Chris' contract was up to expire in a few weeks, as was Timmy's. Chris happily resigned on until the age of 18 with Ben, citing that he had nowhere else to go and didn't want to leave. Having been sold to Ben by his step-parents, there was no one who wanted him. Timmy, who still had the contract with Mr. Schmidt, sex or not, was torn on what to do. But when Schmidt very gently and tenderly made love to him for the first time since his injury – it was more than just a fuck – proving that he could still do it, Timmy made up his mind and signed off to go to Switzerland. Ben bemoaned his loss of income, but he was all blow. He was just as happy to see Timmy recovered as anyone. The boys begged and pleaded to see Timmy off and to go to Switzerland with him as a long goodbye. Ben said he'd think about it as Timmy moved into a suite with Schmidt and prepared to leave the island.

Chow's nephew, Keye, along with 24 – the little mute DelRay boy, were moved in with Chris and Hop Sing. Hop Sing had been offered a set of rooms with his family, but had declined on moral grounds. It wasn't fair to the rest of the boys if he lived with his family, and besides, Keye and 24 needed a brother. The Tsu's understood fully, and Mr. Tsu was honored by his son's nobility. Visits were wide open, however, and Hop Sing saw more of his mother than he really wanted to. No matter where the boys turned in the dorm hotel, it seemed that she was there!

Down the hall, Lewie was moved to the suite next door to Hop Sing with with Alem, the African DelRay boy, and one of the SA boys in a red collar who hadn't been cut or trained yet, and Sean, the outgoing Irish nullo. The trainers were very busy that week. Alem had a green collar, and since he'd been one of DelRay's favored pets, he knew how good sex could feel if done right. He was more than willing to risk finding out if anyone would hurt him on San Carlos, but no one did. Herr Kern, the banker, had him first and rated him at 99%, saying only that he was too anxious!

Across the hall, Ji – Hop Sing's brother – was put in with an SA boy and Ty, the penectomized San Carlos boy. They were joined by the DelRay boy, Niram, from Thailand. Ty, however, was now a nullo. It seemed that Wong had managed to torsion his balls when he'd been on the island, and Dr. Knox had had to remove them. Ty was now a nullo, just like his friends. Niran adapted well, and he and Alem spent a lot of their time helping the other DelRay boys to adapt.

Faced with a population explosion of boys, Ben was forced to revamp his island system. Not all of the SA or DelRay boys, he knew, would be trained successfully. He would be surprised if even half of them made it to green collar status, but he vowed not to force them. Money was no longer the prime issue. A billionaire several times over, Ben wasn't worried. He could take care of the boys forever, if need be. However, he'd paid nothing for them, and any that went to work were pure profit! That, and he was going to have to revise the island school day to accommodate a lot more uneducated boys, once the busy season was over. Some of them couldn't even read and write.

When a month had passed, he called in the two guards from DelRay's, along with Knox and Mrs. Tsu for a 'war party' as he called it. The guards, he knew, were thrilled with their jobs on the island, including the use of various sex toys and even some men who were very turned on by the burly nullos. For them, life was grand on San Carlos Island. They debated what to do with the boys that they knew would fail the tests, and the ones who would refuse nullification and not make good 'workers'. In the end, it was decided that any of the boys who wanted to stay – but couldn't or wouldn't fuck – could all put in eight hour work days doing various chores. A lot of it would be field work in growing food, but Ben had farming equipment that made that easy enough. They also sent out bulletins worldwide, and after a hard security check by Chow and Tsu, even managed to get about a dozen of the boys adopted out to real families. What Tsu didn't tell them was that he and Chow had secretly implanted the adoptees with chips like Hop Sing's, and they'd be watching via the blue collar that would never come off. The adoptive parents were warned, and in the end, only one boy came back to San Carlos for being abused. Chow dealt with the parents accordingly.

By the end of the month, they'd managed to sort out which boys would be doing what. Ben was surprised at the odd split between DelRay's boys and the SA boys. Just as he'd guessed, after all the boys had been trained and evaluated, not all of them had passed. Most of DelRay's boys, already conditioned – probably permanently – for obedience and sex, opted for green collars. Most of them realized that all they had to do was sleep, get up, eat, bathe, fuck, eat, fuck, play, eat, and sleep again. For many of them, their first time with client cemented their decisions. They were starved for affection, and Ben was careful as to who got them. He even managed to sell a few of them to clients, who promised to bring them back regularly for visits. Only a few of them opted for real-work detail, but even they seemed happy with that. After all, they still got to live in the boys' hotel and have their friends. For the DelRay boys, San Carlos Island was paradise.

The SA boys were another matter. While some of them weren't bothered by the sex, just the opposite of Hop Sing, they were totally freaked out at the thought of being nullified. Ben patiently explained the issues of world overpopulation, how they'd been castoffs, and how the island rule was that boys there were all rendered incapable of dominant sexual ability. Even if they didn't want to be green collar sex boys, they still had to be at least castrated on the basis of inability to reproduce, and in fairness to the other boys. Some of them volunteered for nullification and a green collar, but most didn't. Ben then came up with another idea: He offered them surgical castration in the hospital, implantation of prosthetic balls, and the promise that they could have hormones to develop into men when they chose to leave the island. He also gave them the option of a green collar, nullo'd or not. Some of the guests had requested intact boys, after all, and once castrated, they'd still be dependent on their partners for orgasms.

"It's that or get shot at home," Ben reminded them, and the boys agreed to it. When Knox was done with it, other than not being able to feel their balls, none of them could really tell the difference. They were also allowed all the privileges that the other boys enjoyed, and after a while, they all adapted.

Certified healthy by Doctor Knox, and also certified 'more than recovered' by Herr Schmidt, Timmy reported to Ben's office where his green collar was removed. His friends came along too. Chris sniffled as the green collar was removed. Timmy had been his first friend on the island when he'd come, both of them new and scared. He was going to miss him. But Chow and Tsu had been busy modifying Hop Sing's chip model. They implanted Timmy with larger one, with GPS coding, and one that could interface with any wireless system for Internet access. They just didn't tell Schmidt. Timmy thought it was cool.

They surprised him that night with a goodbye party at Matti's place, the boys only. It was a special time for them, as each of them had new responsibilities to see to every day with the new boys. They hadn't been seeing much of one another, and it was hard facing the fact that Timmy was leaving for his new life that night on a charter flight.

So it was that they each turns cuddling with Timmy, although none of them could do anything sexually. Timmy, however, was in total bliss as each one of them – even Hop Sing – kissed him goodbye and touched his enhanced nullo place. Knox had, in fact, implanted even more regenerated nerves in the area. Timmy was now so sensitive that just kissing him there could send him into orgasm. "There's nothin' wrong with a good fuck," He told Hop Sing by way of parting advice. Hop Sing had waited until last to say his goodbyes, remembering how they'd all touched when he'd been first been cut. It was a brotherhood of sorts, and his brother was leaving him.

"I have to go," Timmy repeated to them, "I… I don't think I can DO it with anyone else, and Herr Schmidt, well, he really loves me. Tha's why I can't stay here, guys. I'm afraid of other men. Men like Wong. I… I'm afraid they'll…,"

"I know," Sander agreed, from his place on Matti's lap. "I was wrong. Maybe someday, Timmy," he added, as Matti licked his ear and moved his hips. Sander shuddered in ecstasy. "Maybe Matti could fuck you goodbye?" He offered. "He wouldn't hurt you."

"No," Timmy grinned, "Long as I can do it with Gunter, that's all that matters."

"Hey, you got newbies to take care of," Timmy reminded him. "They need you. And just wait until Doc fixes 24's voice box! Then we can find out his name!"

"Goodbye," Timmy whispered, wiping his eyes. They all kissed him one last time, and then Timmy closed the door behind him.

"Island boys don't get to globe-trot," Matti told him. "They have to stay here and fuck!"

Paolo & Slammr

Hop Sing

A San Carlos Island story

Chapters 13-16

Chapter 13
Lester DelRay

Chapter 14
On DelRay's Island

Chapter 15
The Rescue

Chapter 16
Back Home Again

Epilogue

The End

Paolo & Slammr

Hop Sing

A San Carlos Island story

Chapters 13-16

Chapter 13Lester DelRay

Chapter 14On DelRay's Island

Chapter 15The Rescue

Chapter 16Back Home Again

Epilogue

The End

Chapter 13
Lester DelRay

Chapter 14
On DelRay's Island

Chapter 15
The Rescue

Chapter 16
Back Home Again