Chapter 4:

Hop Sing Learns

    After breakfast, one of the security guards took Hop Sing in his golf cart and gave him the grand tour of the island. It was near dinnertime when they got back, and Ben spent the rest of the time showing him where he would go to school, the library, computer lab, guest hotels, and finally...the dorm where he would live.

    "Things were getting crowded, so we remodeled one of the good client hotel wings into dorms for the boys! After dinner, I'll assign you a room with some other boys, you can make friends, and get a good night's sleep and be ready for tomorrow, OK?" Ben asked.

    "Yes, sir," Hop Sing replied. He was hot and tired and hungry from his busy day. He'd been everywhere, he thought, but the thought of it all confused him. He was certainly glad that his collar would talk to him, even though it said some pretty odd things sometimes. But it did keep him from getting lost. That he liked. The island was big.

    They had dinner, and it was two slightly older boys by the name of Timmy and Chris that sat with Hop Sing. They both wore green collars. Timmy, Hop Sing noticed, was very hyper. Chris was quite cynical, but both of them seemed friendly. As he'd been dropped off in the cafeteria by Ben, then left, Hop Sing was glad of their company. He was still too afraid to introduce himself to anyone new, although some of the boys he'd already met greeted him but moved on with their own peer groups.

    "Timmy, you seen Sander?" Chris was asking.

    "Yeah, he said something about going to Matti's place tonight, to talk," Timmy replied.

    "Good, maybe he won't be such a shithead if Matti takes him back," Chris rolled his eyes.

    "Yeah, who'd want Sander for a rommie, the way he is now?" Timmy asked, "And this Hop Sing kid, some new boy, must be Chinese," Timmy mused. Then he dropped his fork. "Hey! You're Hop Sing!"

    "Airhead," Chris sighed. Hop Sing laughed.

    "That means you're our new roomie!" Timmy said happily, "We get to break in the new boy!"

    "All the new boys get put in with older boys, dumbass," Chris reminded him. Then he turned to Hop Sing. "You'll like our new rooms," he promised, "They put us in the old client hotel wing, and man! Big rooms, four beds, a huge bath, and we're up high! We even have a balcony! You can see forever off it!"

    "Sounds nice," Hop Sing agreed, thinking of home. This night, and for the next two years, he wouldn't be sleeping in his bed, in his room. He'd be in a new room with these two boys and some other boy they didn't really like.

    They finished dinner and headed out, collecting their sandals at the door. The pavement was still hot, and the sunset spectacular as they crossed the grounds to the new dormitory. The security guards here and there always waved to them. As they walked in, Hop Sing was amazed at the huge room with a fish pond and full size trees growing in the middle like an oasis. It was brightly lit, and the staircases grand. "Oh, heck, this is just the lobby!" Chris laughed, seeing the look on his new friend's face. Hop Sing was even more impressed that they had their own elevator!

    "Of course, each room is a dorm, with the adjacent room linked as a play room," Chris told him. "All the other rooms are occupied, some of the older boys even have their own suites! Imagine it! Your own hotel room?"

    "But not us, we're too young," Timmy added.

    "I...I wouldn't want my own room, it's scary," Hop Sing admitted.

    "I was scared, too," Timmy consoled him, putting his arm around his shoulders. "So, you know when, or if, or even what, you're gonna get cut off yet?"

    Chris smacked his arm.

    "Ouch!" Timmy yelped, "I was just askin'?"

    "Don't make fun 'cause he's intact still," Chris told him, as they emerged on a high floor.

    They were met at the door by tall, slim dark boy who was going down. He was also a nullo, with a green collar that contrasted his dark skin. He got in as they got out, and he patted Hop Sing's head. "Rough?" He asked, as the door slid shut and he vanished.

    "Everyone pats my head," Hop Sing commented, as Chris showed them their room. He pressed his hand to the panel on the door, told it his name, and then had Hop Sing do the same. The computer welcomed them home and wished them a nice evening.

    The room was large. There were four beds on the far end, near the entrance to the bathroom. Two beds along one wall, close together, and two opposite. There was also a great deal of furniture, and sure enough, a balcony. Hop Sing looked around and then they all went outside. "We got a fridge, too," Chris told him, "But there's not much in it but bottled water, some health food snacks, and ice."

    "Yeah, damn diet control," Timmy complained. "The only time you get sweets is from clients, or if Ben's being generous," he said.

    "You wanna be a 'fat-boy'?" Chris asked.

    "No!" Timmy replied, making a face. Hop Sing watched their playful banter all evening as they played games, watched a movie, played some more games, and got on the computer. They were looking up a webpage about eunuchs in history when the voice of the main computer called them.

    "Dorm 10-R2," it called, "Bed check!"

    "Chris!" Chris tapped his collar.

    "Timmy," Timmy did the same.

    "Hop Sing?" Hop Sing mimicked them, unsure of what to do.

    "Sander?"

    No answer.

    "Sander is with Matti, the trainer," Chris said.

    "Unauthorized visit," the computer replied, "Notifying Mr. Toeber now!" Then they all heard the lock clang shut on their door.

    "Locked in, safe and sound," Timmy pointed out.

    "These collars know everything!" Hop Sing exclaimed, "Do we take them off when we go to bed?"

    "No, they never come off unless Ben changes them," Timmy said. "You can't take it off, and it won't break. That collar is like...I dunno...something for a prison, I think!"

    "I like it, I feel safe with it on," Hop Sing offered.

    "You are safe, Hop Sing," the collar replied.

    Timmy and Chris gaped at him. "It's never talked back like that before!" Timmy said in wonder.

    "Yeah, in a few days, you don't even know it's there," Chris agreed, "and it's not like it clashes with your wardrobe!"

    They all laughed at that, and for the moment, they were just a group of happy boys - and not imprisoned sex slaves. Of course, for boys like Chris and Timmy, the line between the two was very faint. For Hop Sing, it was very dark, however. More than anything, he just wanted to home. He wanted his mommy to tuck him in that night, even have his scared little brother come in to sleep with him.

    But that wasn't going to happen. Not for at least two years.

    About an hour later, the computer called for "lights out" and the boys hurriedly washed up and got into bed. The room began to cool, and they covered up. One bed remained empty - Sander's.

    "Why's it getting cold?" Hop Sing asked.

    "Because you sleep better in a cool room under a warm blanket," Chris explained. "And the AC doesn't work so hard all day, when it's hot, if it chills the building all night."

    "It's better if you sleep WITH someone, too," Timmy commented.

    "Someone who don't pee the bed!" Chris laughed.

    "I don't DO that anymore!" Timmy countered. "Not since a month after they cut my dick off and took the catheter out! I couldn't help it!"

    "I just don't get it," Hop Sing said sadly, getting into the bed that Chris showed him. It was next to his. "WHY do they wanna cut my boy parts off?"

    "Because that's what they do," Timmy answered. "That's what the clients want."

    "But...but why?" Hop Sing repeated, "I mean, if they do, then you can't get married and have kids.  You can't make babies, and have sex like parents do. And you can't...can't...,"

    "Whack off?" Chris interrupted him.

    "My oldest brother used to do that," Hop Sing agreed. "I know what it is, but I'll never get to do it now."

    "They haven't cut yours off yet," Timmy supplied, "Why don't you try it now?"

    "The doctor told me not to, and I might get in trouble," Hop Sing replied. "He said if I did, they'd put a charity cage on me!"

    "'Chastity cage'," Chris laughed, correcting him, "I've seen intact boys wearing those.  Man," he mused, "that's gotta just suck, having a dick and being horny, and having it all locked up so you can't even touch it! It'd be worse than having it cut off!"

    "How would they find out?" Timmy asked, "I mean if Hop Sing jacked it, or one of us sucked him off?"

    "They found out about the pillow fight when we made that big feather mess," Chris reminded him. "I think sometimes, the rooms are bugged. That or somebody's a rat."

    "I'm glad they cut mine off when they did," Timmy said, "It wasn't that big anyway, and how do you even walk with all that big stuff hanging between your legs? I remember I used to get hit in the balls, and it hurt so bad! I'm glad that'll never happen again!"

    "But what if 'I' wanna have kids when I grow up?" Hop Sing asked, "It's not fair!"

    "When you're a slave, sometimes things ain't fair," Chris reminded him. "And they don't do it to be mean. They do it more...for...you, I think, more than it's done TO you.  Get it?"

    "No."

    Chris sighed. "Hop, when they do you, the doctor will fix you up so good, and when you're healed, you'll look just like us. It'll be over before you know it, and then you'll get used to it.  You'll like it, trust me."

    Hop Sing sniffled. It was clear that he was close to tears. "But what if I don't want to? What if I wanna jack off, or have a girlfriend like my brother, or have kids?"

    "YOU signed the contract, buddy," Timmy reminded him, "You're a slave. Slave boys don't get to do that."

    "I guess...," Hop Sing thought for a moment, "I guess if you never have sex, you don't miss it, since you never got it."

    Timmy and Chris both laughed. In fact, they laughed so hard that Timmy got the hiccoughs.

    "Oh, you get plenty of sex!" Chris disagreed. "You get sex every day, sometimes a'lotta times a day! And when you don't get sex, you get horny, and get all jumpy, and cranky, and hell!  I go a couple days, and I'm ready to fuck anything!"

    "How?" Hop Sing asked, his naivety finally revealing itself. It was such a surprise thing to hear, that it cured Timmy's hiccoughs.

    "What?!" Timmy squeaked.

    "How do you have sex if they cut it all off?" Hop Sing asked innocently. "How do you get horny if they cut your balls off? And if you don't have a penis, you can't have sex?"

    "Timmy," Chris said in a low tone, full of wonder and disbelief, "Hop doesn't know!"

    "Know what?" Timmy asked.

    "He doesn't KNOW, you idiot! They didn't tell him...you know...about SEX!!" Chris paused. "Jesus, man, you signed the contract and you don't KNOW? Ben didn't tell you? You didn't ask?"

    "Ask?" Hop Sing asked again. "I had to sign it. My family was in danger."

    Chris snorted.  "Family," he groused, "Who needs it?"

    "How can you NOT know?" Timmy cut in, "Hop, what do you THINK you're gonna do here?  WHY do you think men want to come here and be with boys...eunuchs...like us?"

    "Because they like neutral boys?" Hop Sing guessed.

    Chris and Timmy laughed again. "'Neutered'," Chris corrected him again. Hop Sing didn't think it was funny.

    "Oh, they LIKE us, alright!" Chris chuckled, "That's why we get paid so much to be with them.  Damn, buddy, they really didn't tell you?"

    "All Ben said was I had to work here for two years, go to school, and entertain the clients," Hop Sing recited, "Then when I go home, I'll be rich enough so that my family will be OK forever."

    "Standard contract," Timmy agreed, "Chris, you wanna be the one to break it to him?"

    "Hop," Chris said gently, "tomorrow morning, we're gonna have to educate you. Me and Timmy will have to work, anyway, so we'll ask if you can hang out with us until we get booked. Then you'll see."

    "What's 'booked' mean?"

    "When a client wants to be with us," Timmy explained.

    "OK," Hop Sing agreed. "But I saw the film in school. I'm not dumb! I know what sex is!"

    "You sure you don't want your dick sucked before they cut it off?" Timmy asked. Chris threw a pillow at him. Timmy laughed.

    "No!" Hop Sing replied, "Boys shouldn't do that!"

    "Yes, they should," the computer interrupted them, "BOYS! Go to sleep, now!"

    "Ohhh, boyyy," Chris sighed, as the computer turned off their lights.

    *** Hop Sing Sees a Show ***

    The next morning was even more perplexing for Hop Sing. When their alarms went off, Timmy and Chris headed into the bathroom. The shower was large and had two faucets. It also had plug-nozzle-tipped enema hoses built in. Once Timmy and Chris had soaped up, Chris inserted a hose into Timmy's bottom and turned it on.  "One and a half," Timmy reminded him, as he laid back on the small bench in the middle of the shower room.

    "WHY are you doing that?" Hop Sing asked, as Timmy's tummy expanded.

    "We have to do it every morning," Chris explained, "so you're clean for the day. It's already mixed, soap and everything, you just put the hose in and turn it on." He offered the other hose to Hop Sing.

    "I don't want to," Hop Sing declared, as he headed for the toilet. "What's THIS?!" he demanded, pointing at the pipe in the bowl.

    "That's a bidet," Chris told him, "It washes your butt so you don't have to rub it with toilet paper. It sprays you off."

    Hop Sing thought that was a good idea. Bathing with other boys didn't bother him, as he often shared a bath with his brothers, but the idea of 'doing his morning business' in the same room bothered him. Timmy and Chris were too busy with their enemas to notice him, though, until he went. Timmy laughed at the sound.

    "I haven't had a solid bowel movement since I got here," he chuckled. Fortunately, there were also two toilets in the room, and Timmy had to go as the solutions went to work on his bowels.

    "You know, you'll HAVE to do this, too, Hop," Chris told him, "After you start training. Every day, for two years. Then you'll probably want to do a smaller one at night, just to keep clean, and before each new client."

    "Why?" Hop Sing asked again, examining the nozzle with a perplexed look. "I don't like having these things up my butt!"

    "Man, he's got a lot to learn," Timmy commented, as he showered off and tried to do something with his haystack of hair. "I wish they'd let me cut it. Hop?" He asked, "Can I touch your head?"

    Hop Sing said he could, and Timmy ran his hand over the black stubble. "I like being bald," Hop Sing told him.

    "I bet a lot of guests will like you, too," Chris told him, as he went for the hair gel and started spiking his. He then began acting as if he were getting dressed in front of the full-length mirror. Timmy got to giggling again.  "NOT dressed up and everywhere to go?" Chris joked. Hop Sing didn't get it. The thought of being kept naked all the time still bothered him, and he was worried that he might stare at someone and make them mad at him.

    After all, it was hard to NOT stare at all the nullo'd boys, they looked so strange.

    They got a surprise when they arrived at breakfast. Ben Toeber had made a rare appearance in the boys' cafeteria, where he was chatting with the young men who were serving food to the line.  Chris noticed him at once.

    "Ben!" He cried, "What'r YOU doing here?"

    "Slumming," Ben joked, as Chris jumped him.  Ever one of his favorite boys, Ben caught him and hefted him up, squeezing him in a crushing hug.  He then kissed him, deeply, on the mouth. Several of the boys made cat-calls and clapped. "Are you busy today, Master Christopher?" Ben asked him. Hop Sing just looked on, amazed.

    "I only had one job yesterday," Chris complained. "If I don't get booked today, Hop Sing won't know what to do? Sir, can he come and watch us work?"

    "Well, I think we'll find someone to show him, yes," Ben said, putting Chris down and patting Hop Sing's head.  "That's such a nice, round head," he commented. "What say we make it all nice and smooth later?" He then kissed Hop Sing on top of the head. He was just the right height.

    Hop Sing nodded dumbly. For someone who made the boys get their boy parts cut off, and said they were his slaves, Ben sure was being nice to all of them. The boys followed him around like a pack of puppies, and Ben had no shortage of hugs and kisses for anyone who wanted it.

    "He doesn't know, Ben!" Chris whispered to the man, once they'd all sat down, "Hop doesn't KNOW what to do!"

    "I know," Ben smiled, putting his hand in Chris' lap. Chris gasped as Ben's fingers moved over the relocated concentration of nerves in his "nullo place", as the boys called it.

    "I can't eat all this," Hop Sing commented, "Why did they give me so much, sir?"

    "Because your collar told the cooks that's what your diet is, when they scanned it," Ben told him. "You're underweight. Now eat!"

    "Hi, Ben," someone else said, and the boys looked up to see a rather plump, short, olive-skinned boy. "Can I sit here?"

    "Pull up a chair, Pudge," Timmy smiled. "You seen Sander?"

    "Nope," Pudge replied, "You lose your roomie?"

    "Don't miss him," Chris commented.

    "Be nice!" Ben told him. "Sander needs you guys right now, in case you didn't notice."

    "Sander's a dick," Pudge commented, which got the boys to laughing.

    'Pudge', as Timmy called him, while not obese, was somewhat fat. Even his fingers were plump, and he had small breasts and a belly. He was so plump, that it was impossible to tell if he was a nullo or not. He offered Hop Sing his hand. "Nice to meet you, I'm Freddie, but everybody calls me 'Pudge'," he said. Hop Sing shook his hand.

    "Some of the clients like fat boys," Ben informed Hop Sing. "But after we fatten up someone else to take his place, Freddie can have a diet and exercise change and slim back down. We won't make him stay fat forever. It's bad for the heart, and it wouldn't be fair to him."

    Hop Sing looked at all the food on his plate distrustfully, but he did eat it all.

    When they were finished, they headed outside. As it was summer, classes were off for several weeks during the busy season. Tourists were on vacation from work, and business was good. Ben led them all to the pool, where he reminded them to wait for an hour before getting in the water as he helped rub them down with tanning oil. They were just getting situated in the sunshine when a man walked up to them. Ben seemed delighted.

    "Having a good time, Mr. Smith?" Ben greeted him.

    He wasn't remarkable in any way, this man. He was carrying a drink and a paper, and wearing a broad billed hat. He also had a glob of white lotion on his nose. He lowered his sunglasses. Hop Sing thought he looked rather goofy.

    "Well, I just got here, and...and...I'm not really sure what to do, Mr. Toeber? There's so much in the literature you sent?"

    Ben laughed. The boys snickered. Ben smacked Chris' bottom. "Manners!" But he was still smiling.

    "Just ask the boys' collars, that's all you have to do," Ben reminded his guest, "Green ones, that is."

    "Pick me! Pick me!" Timmy piped up.

    "Manners, you little slut!" Ben mock-yelled at him.  Timmy smiled hopefully.

    "Plllllleeeeeease?" Timmy whined, giving his best sad-puppy face to the client.

    Mr. Smith looked nervous. "Do we go to a room?" He asked.

    "No sir!" Timmy answered anxiously, which got him a playful whack to his bottom from Ben.  He squealed.

    "Uhhh, hello computer?" Mr. Smith asked Timmy's collar. "Is this boy OK?"

    "Timmy is hyperactive, which affects his schoolwork," the collar replied in a feminine tone, "Caucasian, nullo. His client rating is 97.4%. Timmy is twelve years old, and prefers public exhibitionism. He is currently available for work."

    "97%?" Smith asked.

    "Timmy sometimes gets so worked up that he faints after climax," Ben informed Smith, "It annoys some clients." Timmy blushed.

    "Oh, isn't that cute?" Smith agreed, leaning down for a closer look at Timmy's perfectly smooth groin. "Can I have him, then?"

    "Certainly! Oh, can you do me a favor? Inquire of Hop Sing here?" Ben asked. "He's new and we should test his collar!"

    Smith did that, as Hop Sing watched him nervously.

    "Hop Sing is a new arrival, untrained, and intact," the collar said, "Note gold collar. No rating as of yet. All sex is forbidden, chaste company only - supervised conversation and cuddling permitted. Masturbation not allowed. He is 11 years old, from Hong Kong. No further data," the collar said.

    "Well, I suppose this one is OK," Smith admitted, tentatively reaching for Timmy's hand.

    "Awww," Chris whined. "you're such a slut!"

    "I know!" Timmy said excitedly. "What shall I call you, sir?" He asked Smith.

    "I don't know," Smith admitted, as Timmy led him over to a sunny spot. "Why don't you just stretch out in the chair, Daddy?" Timmy asked him, taking the lead as he'd been trained to when a client was shy. He carefully removed Smith's open flowery shirt and ran his hands over the man's chest. He smiled, tasted his drink, made a face, and then began rummaging in the side pocket of the chair.

    All of the lounge chairs at the pool were stocked for action, and Timmy produced a prefilled syringe. "Would you, Daddy?" He asked.

    Hop Sing watched, moving closer to Ben in fear, as Smith inserted the syringe into Timmy's bottom and filled him with lubricant. Timmy then began playing with Smith's rising cock, pulling his pants down. Smith's cock grew bigger and bigger. Hop Sing moved behind Ben, peeking around him. He'd never seen anything like it! It was even bigger than his father's cock! Timmy was now masturbating Smith, and the man was enjoying it! Would he be expected to do that too? How COULD he do that? It was just...wrong! Men and boys didn't DO that sort of thing! He was just supposed to entertain them, Ben had said!

    After a moment, Timmy then took Smith's cock into his mouth!

    He wanted to do that to me last night! Hop Sing remembered.

    Hop Sing trembled, but Ben steadied him. "This is what you boys do on the island," Ben told him, moving to sit in a chair and take the frightened boy on his lap. "No!" Hop Sing whispered, biting back tears as he watched Smith squirm in ecstasy while Timmy sucked him. It didn't take long before Smith was approaching orgasm. Hop Sing wondered where the man's cock WAS, really, it was so large. He thought that Timmy should surely choke on it! Then Smith orgasmed, shooting his load into Timmy's mouth. The boy swallowed it, continuing to suck him until Smith's lost his erection and sighed.

    But Timmy was far from done. He touched Smith all over, calling him 'Daddy' the whole time. He cuddled and kissed him, snuggled with him, and then began telling him all the things he liked to do. Ben held tightly to Hop Sing as Smith grew erect again. "Daddy, will you fuck me? Pleeeeeease?" Timmy begged. "I don't know if I can take that thing, but I promise, I'll try! I really like to try!"

    Smith looked just as terrified as Hop Sing did, as Timmy mounted the shy man. He straddled him, placing Smith's cock between his butt cheeks. He then slowly sat down on top of Smith, sliding the huge member up inside himself with a long groan of pleasure. He then began to rock on his knees, moving Smith's cock in and out of himself. Timmy was doing all the work, leaning into it, making sure that Smith's member rubbed at his prostate in just the right place. With the noise that they were making, some onlookers - boys and clients both - gathered around to watch.  Timmy seemed to like it.

    Hop Sing clutched at Ben, hiding his face in his shoulder. Ben turned his head to make him watch. "That's what you will be trained to do, Hop," he told him. "After you're cut, that's the only way you can receive sexual pleasure. That's your job!"

    "No!" Hop Sing whimpered, "Please, sir! Don't make me do that! It'll hurt, like the enema thing!"

    "Maybe at first, but your trainer will be easy on you and he'll make sure you learn to like it. Why, after a while, you'll be just like Timmy and Chris! You won't be able to get enough of it!"

    Hop Sing didn't believe that for a minute as he watched Timmy in action. The boy's actions grew more frenzied, his movements faster. Smith was touching him, holding him by the ribs, caressing him, as the boy worked his ass up and down on Smith's cock. It only took about ten minutes, and Smith was moaning in pleasure. Timmy was covered in sweat, his face a study in pleasure. It was clear, from his trembling, that he was also enjoying it very much. Hop Sing couldn't understand it, wishing more than anything that he could just go home. The whole thought of taking a man's penis up his butt terrified him, and he couldn't understand at all how Timmy could be liking it so much.

    Chris just looked disgusted, as he sat there rubbing his nullo-place.

    "Daddy," Timmy was saying, "It's just right! Are you gonna cum? Are you gonna fill me up, Daddy?"

    Timmy didn't have to ask twice. Smith groaned loudly as he thrust back at the boy, shooting his spunk deep into the boy's bowels. Timmy then cried out, tossed his head back, and screamed. Smith's eyes went wide as Timmy shook violently, his ass contracting around Smith's member so hard that the man gasped. His small body was wracked in orgasm, and for a moment, Hop Sing thought that he had peed on his client! Only a few drops of clear fluid came from his relocated peehole, though, and Timmy began to cry in pure delight.

    Then he went rigid, falling forward.

    Smith caught him.

    Timmy didn't move.

    "Drama queen," Chris muttered.

    "Sir! Mr. Toeber, sir! Gods, I think I've killed him!" Smith yelled, not knowing what to do with the unconscious boy on top of him.

    Ben laughed so hard that he almost dropped Hop Sing.  "No, no!" He laughed, "I told you he sometimes faints! He'll be fine. Just slap his face gently, I mean, pat him hard, that's it, harder...talk to him!"

    "Timmy?" Smith asked, doing as he was told. "Sir, I'm sorry! It's my first trip here! I didn't mean to break it!"

    Several of the onlookers laughed and clapped. Smith looked mortified, but then he realized that that was what they were all there for.

    "Oh, good job, buddy, go ahead, break it, it's paid for!" Some other man joked.

    Smith finally laughed, trying to revive Timmy. Chris helped by producing some smelling salts from the chair's pocket.

    Timmy finally began to come around. His haystack of hair was plastered in sweat, but he'd caught his breath. "Daddy," he whispered, giving Smith a kiss on the cheek. "I love you! Can we do that all day? Please? I wanna do it some more, Daddy!"

    Smith smiled at him and kissed him back. There were tears in his eyes.

    "I wanna drink of water, Daddy," Timmy begged, "Then can we go swimming? We can do it in the water, you know!"

    That was all it took for Smith. As the crowd clapped, he hefted Timmy up and hugged him. He wasn't erect again yet as they headed for the water.

    "Well, what did you think, Hop?" Ben asked, but Hop Sing was too stunned to answer. He just stood there with his mouth hanging open in shcck.

    "Typical," Chris muttered, shaking his head as Smith began tossing Timmy up and down in the pool. Water splashed everywhere. "He is SUCH a slut," Chris commented, waving his hand in front of Hop Sing's face. Hop Sing didn't even notice it.

    "And you're not?" Ben asked.

    "Well," Chris wheedled, "Maybe a little bit."

    Hop Sing, though, wanted nothing to do with it.

    "I think we'd better find you a trainer, boy," Ben told him, "After all, it's your duty. Do well, and you're paid.  Do badly, I have to warn you, and you'll be punished. You don't want to be sold to those bad men, do you?"

    "No, sir," Hop Sing answered, now fully in tears. Ben picked him up and kissed him. "It'll be OK, I promise," he assured him.

    But Hop Sing didn't believe him. After all, his own father had told him he was going on a vacation with him - then he'd sold him to this awful place and left him there.

    "Sir?" Hop Sing finally managed, as they walked to Ben's office. Ben held the boy's hand tightly and nodded at him. He smiled at him.

    "Hop, I want you to know that when I have a private talk with you, or any boy here, I expect you to be honest and say what you feel. Don't hold back for fear of being punished, OK?"

    "Yes, sir," Hop Sing replied, as he kicked his sandals off and they went to Ben's office. It was cooler inside, and the boy shivered. Ben gave him a small blanket and sat him down on a couch. He sat next to him, pulling him close.

    "Now, I realize, Hop, that what you just saw was traumatic for you, I mean, scared you?" Hop Sing nodded fervently. "Your father's report said you knew about sex, but just the usual stuff, right?"

    At the mention of his father, Hop Sing's eyes went distant. "He...he didn't even say goodbye to me," the boy cried. Ben held him until he was past it. "I don't understand, sir," he finally managed.

    "Men and women have sex, like you already know about," Ben explained. "But some men like other men. Some like boys. Some women like women?"

    "Like being gay?"

    "That too," Ben agreed.

    "But why do you cut off our boy parts, then? I mean, if you want us to have sex, why cut us?"

    "Well, Hop, there are males, there are females, and then there are eunuchs, like Timmy and Chris. They're not male, not really boys. They're a third gender, so that means they can't be gay. Gay means 'same sex', but nullos don't have a real 'sex'. But in a way, they do. Get it?"

    "No?"

    "You soon will," Ben assured him. "Let me tell you more about why we cut boys like your friends?"

    "And me too, pretty soon?"

    "Yes, pretty soon," Ben smiled, patting his head.

    "But I don't wanna get it cut off! I don't wanna have men put their penises up me like that! It'll hurt, and I'm scared!" Hop Sing almost yelled, pressing himself back into the couch as far as he could.

    "Hop Sing, it is your duty. You have NO choice," Ben reminded him. Those words hit the boy hard, just as Ben intended. Sometimes, he knew, it took a firm hand.

    "Hop, let me explain. We don't make you boys into nullos...eunuchs...to be mean to you. We don't do it to you to steal your sexuality, and we don't do it to you with the idea that it makes it impossible for you to have sex. You just saw Timmy have sex. Now, true, after we cut it off, you can't have children. With no balls, you make no sperm for that, and you're not much good to a woman. With no penis, you can't have sex with her, like parents do. But we don't cut you to take AWAY all your sexuality. We cut you to EXPAND your sexuality, to broaden it, so you get to do new things that intact boys never ever know about!"

    "I...I d-don't get it?" Hop Sing whispered, allowing Ben to hug him again. Ben did not, however, touch the boy's genitals. He did notice that Hop Sing was erect, though.

    "Well, when a boy is nullo'd, he can't BE a dominant, aggressive partner. Like Mr. Smith, who is a man, a nullo boy like Timmy can't fuck anyone, because he has no penis anymore. He can't have his penis sucked, like he sucked Mr. Smith's. But he can still hug, kiss, cuddle, and he HAS to do the sucking."

    "And he has to GET fucked," Hop Sing interrupted.

    "Yes, Hop. Very good! That's what it's all about for nullos!  He still has his ass, and up inside him, his prostate. That's how a nullo boy gets his pleasure - by having a man fuck his ass. And since the boys can't just go back to their room and jack off, or can't fuck and suck each other, they HAVE to have a client do it to them. They have to make the clients want them, because if they don't, then they don't get sex. They can't cum, or feel so good without help.  Once a boy is cut, he's totally and completely dependent on his sexual partner for his own pleasures. He gets pleasure by being the one who GIVES it. Do you understand?"

    "The doctor put his fingers up in me and made me have an organism," Hop Sing replied.

    "'Orgasm'," Ben corrected him, "And that's what it's all about. It felt good, didn't it? You liked it?"

    Hop Sing looked ashamed. "No, sir. I hated it. It hurt, and it burned. I thought I was peeing all over myself!" Ben looked confused. "I...I don't ever wanna feel that way again! My head was all funny, and I thought I was dying!" He declared. "I hated it! Please, sir, don't make me do it?" Hop Sing begged.

      It was Ben's turn to be confused.

    "Hop, I'll remind you, you have no choice. I paid your father 1 million CR for you, and I'll be paying you that, in a trust fund, too. That much! Plus, you get commission on your sales. The men pay to use the boys here. Plus, you get tips and gifts. That's money for you and your family, if you chose, that your father cannot touch - ever. And let me remind you, you never HAVE to leave if you do well here."

    The boy just stared at him, shaking his bald head. "I wanna go home!" Hop Sing then wailed, throwing himself down on the couch. It was painful to watch as he sobbed, the terror of what he'd just learned being too much for him, "Please send me home! I don't wanna stay here!  I want my father! I want mommy!" He cried pitifully, sobbing so hard that Ben could hardly understand him. "Please!" he wailed, as Ben scooped him up and tried to comfort him. He'd seen fits before, plenty of them, but he'd never seen one so...bad.

    It was probably because most of the boys he got were castoffs. No one wanted them anyway. Only a very few, as in Hop Sing's case, came from loving families that were torn apart by their need for the money. Most of the boys, in fact, had nowhere else to go. They had no viable futures. By taking them, Ben figured, he could do something for them. And at the same time, he could insure that if they were going to be passive sexual partners for men, then they would be doing it in a safe environment where they would at least be cared for. Ben knew, realized long ago, that there was nothing that he could do to stop the practice of sex with minors. It was going to happen; it had been happening for ages untold. But he did realize that he could insure their safety, and make money for himself and them as well. In doing so, he really thought that he was doing something good.

    But the proof to the contrary lay there before him, in the hysterical form of Hop Sing - a boy that was there because of his father's stupidity - and not from his lack of love or family ties.

    Ben scooped him up again and held him, rubbing his back, and assuring him that he'd be OK. Hop Sing only mumbled "no" over and over and cried. Finally, Ben tapped the boy's collar.  "Ronnie, come to my office fast. It's an emergency with the new boy. Bring a tranquilizer!" He added, as Hop Sing began to hyperventilate and go into a panic attack.

    "Do I have time to situate the one I've already got?" Dr. Knox asked.

    "Who?" Ben asked.

    "Sander," Knox replied. "Meet me halfway?"

    "Got it," Ben agreed, as he ran from the building with Hop Sing in his arms.

*** Sander ***

    The boy in the bed next to Hop Sing's looked at him once, sighed, and went back to staring at the ceiling. The tube that ran from an elevated bag, taped to his face, and up his nose, hissed every now and then as it pumped food into his tummy. He would just as soon have left, gone back to his room to starve, but he couldn't get up. Dr. Knox had him fully restrained in bed, complete with a catheter in his bladder and a colon tube up his butt. Between the three tubes, he was getting all the nutrition and hydration that he'd lost over the last few weeks.

    The boy they'd brought in, Sander saw, was a yellow-collar. That meant that he was untrained and hadn't had to have sex with anyone yet, or was just being trained to do so. Sander envied him. He hated having sex. He hated being a nullo. He'd lost everything that had been his reasons for becoming one in the first place - first his father, and then Matti. He'd also thought he had real friends, but they'd betrayed him too. Matti had fucked them. And when Matti had to train a new boy, he loved that boy, fucked him, and called it 'work'. Men with genitals were lying shits, Sander thought. He hated them all. Especially Ben Toeber, who was now standing over his bed and clucking at him.

    "So it's come to this, has it?" Ben asked, patting Sander's hand. If the boy could have moved it, he would have. He hated it when Ben touched him now.

    "Yes, sir," Sander said automatically.

    "Do you know how much money you've lost me in the last week alone?" Ben asked.

    "$350k-CR?" Sander guessed.

    "Genius," Ben sighed, as Dr. Knox checked over Hop Sing. He tucked him in and kissed his cheek.

    "He'll be OK when he wakes up tonight. Then he can eat, and we'll sedate him again and try him again tomorrow?" Knox stated.

    "Good," Ben nodded. "I'll schedule him a trainer, too. Let him make a friend and have some fun." Then he turned back to Sander. "Boy, what does it take to get through to you? Dammit! You've got a home, a future, all of us, a family here! What do you want? What do you NEED?" Ben almost begged of him.

    Sander thought he sounded sincere, but he didn't believe him. Matti  had sounded sincere, too, and then he'd started talking about training a new boy. Ben was liar, he knew.

    "I  need...I need...someone," Sander whispered, so that Ben bent closer to hear.

    "Who, for God's sake?" Ben asked, "Name him!  I'll go get him!"

    "But he doesn't want me," Sander replied, his eyes filling, "He said he did, but he lied. I...I need someone to love me!" Sander then burst into tears, and for just a second, he looked like the little boy that Ben remembered buying. The boy Ben had fallen in love with. "Nobody loves me anymore! All they wanna do is fuck me! I wish I was dead!" Sander yelled, struggling weakly in his restraints. "Ben, why doesn't ANYONE love me?" Knox then injected his IV with something, and Sander's eyes closed. His breathing leveled, and he fell asleep.

    "Matti, damn him! I'll cut his whole HEAD off!" Ben snapped.

    "Matti, his trainer?" Knox asked.

    "I had Matti train him, and I've never seen a happier boy, Ronnie. Sander was so in demand when he was trained, that he couldn't keep up! Everyone wanted him.  He was making more than any boy in our history, then he just stopped! I mean, he worked, but everyone said he was like fucking a robot! No emotion, no love...you know we have give the clients the illusion of love?"

    "But Sander doesn't feel loved, so how can he love back?" Knox asked. "He didn't have much love from his daddy, you know. He found out all he got was lies, his dad never loved him. He just wanted the money. Then his trainer said he loved him, and what happened? He trained someone else and left him?"

    "Then the boy's own father came here and spent $50k CR to fuck his own nullo'd son," Ben groused. "How could I have been so damn dumb to allow it?" Ben thought for a while, as Knox checked the boys over.

    "And now you have Hop Sing, who, as I understand it, WAS loved very much by his family. He's doing this out of duty, is he not? To save his family from the mafia or somesuch? Here he is, torn away from all the love he's ever known, and lying right next to a boy who never had any to start with."

    "Matti was supposed to go and talk to Sander the other night," Ben said.

    "He did, among other things," Knox assured him. "His rectum shows signs of a good workout."

    "So he talked, fucked, and then broke his heart again?" Ben asked.

    Just then, the door burst open. It was Timmy with Mr. Smith, and Mr. Smith looked like hell.

    "Doctor!" Timmy squeaked, "I think Mr. Smith's having a heart attack!  I think I've killed him!" the little nullo cried.

    "The fun just never ends!" Knox sighed. "It wasn't like this here when I was a boy, Ben," he added, just as the computer paged Ben.

    "Mr. Toeber? Priority call on Line One. Mr. Toeber, nearest white courtesy phone, please!" The computer's voice called.

    Ben hung his head in defeat and went for the phone.

    "Toeber," he snapped at the phone.

    "Ben! John Wong here at HKS3 Securities! How are you?"

    Ben froze. As if things weren't bad enough already! Someone kill me now, he thought. "What do YOU want, Wong? The security system's fine.  Go away!"

    "Ben, I was calling to apologize," Wong offered. "We've got a new diagnostic and upgrade to your system, and well, you know...I thought if we could make amends, then I might come and see to it personally? And at...ahhh...no fee?"

    "Fee?" Ben laughed, "Fee? You want me to trade you a day with a boy for it, don't you?  You wanna come and beat up another one of my kids?  The answer is NO!" Ben yelled at him. "You're not welcome here, Wong!"

    "Ben, please! Listen to me! It's more than that! I have to come, and it's not just for sex. You see, Ben, I've been getting help, really. I never meant to hurt that boy, believe me. Besides, there's some new hacker activity out there, and we can't risk running the upgrade via satellite. It's risky; the Net's too unstable. It takes a real person to do it. That, and...and...Ben," Wong sighed, "You just bought my Godson."

    "What?!" Toeber gasped, suddenly looking as bad as Mr. Smith.

    "Hop Sing Tsu, the Chinese boy you just bought? He's my Godson, Ben. I didn't know! One day, Tsu was just gone with him, and I found out through the security channels that you got him! Please, Ben," Wong begged, "Please don't make me wait two years to see Hop Sing again! I love him like he was my own. At least give me one of his father's visits?  I'll pay for THAT, Ben, I will!"

    Wong sounded so pathetic that Ben didn't know what to do.  Granted, this was a new one. He'd never bought a boy before, only to have someone showing up to claim him. And Wong didn't really claim him, as in demand a return - he just wanted to see him.

    "John, there's a problem with Hop. You see, his father sold him to me and didn't tell him what the island was all about. This morning, Hop got to see one of the nullos in action. He was already messed up from just seeing a nullo, and finding out he was probably going to BE one someday, but seeing the sex put him over the edge. He's in a panic about being cut, and used as a sex slave. He's sedated, resting comfortably, but we've got to get him conditioned and trained right away. I think if you came here and saw him, it would be damaging beyond repair for the boy." Ben explained.

    "Yes, you're right," Wong agreed, "Of course.  Ben, the boy means the world to me, really. Will you promise to call me when he's well? When you think he can handle it?"

    Ben considered it for a long time before answering.

    "When he's trained, cut, healed, and working regularly, I'll call you," Toeber agreed. "That's all I can do. In the meantime, the security system can wait. It'll have to. I can't risk Hop with you coming here so soon."

    "Ben, it's a deal!" Wong almost cried. "I can't thank you enough! Please, Ben, take good care of him?"

    "I always do," Ben replied, hanging up on him.

    In his office, John Wong punched another button on his phone, the secure line.

    "Yes?" The voice of Lester Delray asked.

    "The Tsu boy is on the island. He's had a nervous collapse. But he's there. The money is in place from his father, and I'm scheduled to go in when the boy is trained and working."

    "Has Tsu come back yet?" Delray asked.

    "Yes and no," Wong replied. "He's in town, but he hasn't gone home."

    "No matter," Delray said in an oily tone. "I've waited for Sander this long, I can wait a month or so more. Did you fire Tsu?"

    "I didn't have to. The mob convinced him for me, to sell the boy," Wong laughed. "And ol' Ben believed the sobbing Godfather story! I'm as good as on the island."

    "I knew he would, his head's as soft as his heart," Delray laughed, "It would have been easier, though, if Ben hadn't made him leave. I so wanted him to sabotage the security that day! But no matter. Sander will pay for Ben's insolence."

    "One thing," Wong told Delray, "Let's make it a double, shall we?"

    "You want the Tsu boy!" Delray burst into fresh laughter, "By God, Wong! I like you! Of course, once Mr. Tsu crashes the security network, we'll just take them both and party at my place!"

    "Right," Wong agreed, as he hung up.

    "A month, maybe a bit more," he mused, calling up his secretary.  "Ms. Chan? Send Mr. Tsu in. I need to discuss one of his designs, please?"