Chapter 10

Uncle John

    The next day wasn't quite as bad Hop Sing's first day on the job.

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

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

    But at least John Wong was there to fix it.

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

    And Wong wasn't the only one tinkering.

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

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

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

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

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

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

    And so there was really nothing that Tsu could do.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    No, more beautiful.

    Hop Sing was now a nullo.

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

    He wanted him.

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

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

    "And your collar is what?" Ben asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Wong wanted Hop Sing.

    Wanted him for his own.

    He wanted to fuck him.

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

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

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

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

    Wong stopped in his tracks.

    "What? Why?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Finally, Timmy broke in and got him calmed down.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    ALMOST.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    He was going to execute the plan the next day.

    He even knew how to make it so perfect.

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

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

    He wanted that...

    To rape him.

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

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

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

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

    And everyone would think that they were dead.

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

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

    He'd show Timmy fun, alright!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

***

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

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

    A life of pain.

    A life of pleasure.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Timmy screamed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

    Wong first went in search of Hop Sing.