Chapter 13:

Lester Delray

    Still groggy from his collar shock, Sander was fairly oblivious to what was going on around him. He didn't notice the stairs, or the heavy door that sucked shut which opened into a small room with only one door for an elevator. Hop Sing did, however, noticing that the eunuch slave who led them had to use the palm of his hand to open the doors...Just like at our dorm hotel, the boy thought. His broken arm still hurt, as no one had offered him anything for the pain. It was just as well, since the pain medicine would be a "butt-bullet" that would go up his butt, and he hated that. He'd rather suffer. As they rode the elevator up, though, holding tightly to Sander to help support him, Hop Sing thought about all the times that Wong's penis had been up his butt on the ride there.

    And Hop Sing realized that he hated him.

    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.

    Wong liked to hurt boys.

    More than that, Hop Sing sensed.

    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.

    In very small etched letters on the control panel were the words:

Designed and built by HKS3 Security Systems.

    Hop Sing suppressed a grin. Instinct told him not to smile.

    It also told him not to cry, no matter how bad he wanted to.

    "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.

    "But, but sir?" Hop Sing protested still holding Sander's arm.

    "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.

    "I wanna stay here forever," he said to Matti as he dropped off to sleep.

    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 long, with a carbon monofilament core.  Supple, but strong, three eighths of an inch 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.

    Once wasn't enough for Delray.  He swung the whip again, and again...and again.

    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.

    "Do you mean, GET rid of him, sir?" asked 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.

    "Bring me Wong." Delray muttered.

* * *

    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."

    "But - but - I can't," said Wong.

    "You hacked Toeber's system?" Delray asked sweetly.

    "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."

    "What man in particular?" asked Delray.

    "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.

    "Wait," said Wong.  "You have his son.  You have Tsu's son!"

    "The Chinese boy?" asked Delray anxiously.

    "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!"

    "Thanks," Tsu mumbled sarcastically, "Just what I needed."

    "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?"

    "What?!" Tsu exclaimed, nearly spilling his laptop.

    "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.

    Yes, that's who I AM, he thought.

***

    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.

    Nothing happened. Delray flinched.

    "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.

    "One step toward me, you little mother fucker, and you're dead," said Delray.

    "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?"

    "That's IF you send him down and don't hurt or kill him," Hop Sing countered.

    "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.