"Chris," I asked. "I hope you don't mind me asking you this but I have to know. Do you have orgasms when you are mounted?"

"You are afraid that after you are nullified you won't be able to have them," Chris said.

I nodded my head 'yes'. "They feel so good but I don't know how much longer I'll be left a boy. If I can't have orgasms as a nullo I don't know what I'll do. It's so unfair. Just when I've learned what my dick is for I'm about to lose it. So I have to know, are you still able to well, you know,  get off?"

"It all depends," he said.

"Depends on what?" I asked.

"It all depends on the man or boy who mounts you," he replied.  "If you are so worried about that why did you change your mind and sign your contract?"

"My dad really, really needs the money and I was in kind of a daze after Ben jacked me off.  I didn't really know what I was doing," I said.   "What is different about the men or boys that give you orgasms? How often do you get them?"

"You have so many questions," Chris replied.  "You'll find out soon enough."

"Chris did my dad give you an orgasum?" I asked.

Chris smiled and said, "Yeah he sure did!  Your old man is good!  Sander would you like to see something?"

"Sure," I replied.

"Okay," he said. "But you can't tell anyone about what I'm going to show you. If you do, we'll
both be in a lot of trouble."

Since we were both slaves, I wondered what more could happen to us, but I didn't ask. Chris led me up a hill with thick plant growth all around. From the top of the hill we could see a very nice looking private compound.  There was a pool, a bar and lots of beautiful plants.

"See that?" Chris asked as the two of us hid behind some bushes. "That's where the adults meet. No kids are allowed in there. Not ever. The slave owners, clients, trainers and the people who run this place go there to talk shop."

"Talk shop?" I asked.

"You know," Chris replied. "They talk about how much a given slave is worth. How good he is in bed. When and how he will be cut. That sort of thing."

"How can you know that?" I asked. "We are too far away to hear them talking."

Chris just grinned and said, "Don't tell anyone about this!" He pulled a small package out from behind a tree.  He opened the package and from it he pulled out a very expensive set of binoculars. They were the type spies use. They had image stabilization and a directional microphone. "With this little baby you can see and hear everything the adults are doing and they don't know it! Sweet!"

"We aren't supposed to have stuff like that," I said. "Where did you get it?"

"I see a client named Simon," Chris explained. "Simon is always telling me how much he loves me and how he would have me as his son if only he could afford to buy me. All clients say that. They all want you to think that they love you. Anyway, I asked Simon to prove his love. I asked him to smuggle me these binoculars and he did."

"Wow," I said. "Simon must really love you."

"Who knows if he does or not," Chris replied. "Simon is a man and when you come right down to it all men are ruled by their dicks and balls. That's all men really care about. Only eunuchs are able to think straight and reason. Would you like to look through the binoculars and see what the adults are talking about?"

"I don't know," I replied. "It would be spying and I don't want to get into trouble."

"Are you chicken?" Chris asked.

"Give me those binoculars," I said. I took them, put the earpieces into my ears and looked at the compound. "Wow there is Ben! I can see him just as clearly as if I was standing right next to him. And I can hear what he's saying as well!"

I saw a man walking up to Ben. Ben said to him, "Well if it isn't Lester DelRay. What brings you back to San Carlos Island Lester? Are you here for business or pleasure?" It seemed to me that Ben didn't much like this guy.

The other man said, "You know what they say Ben, no rest for the wicked. I'm here on business. But since we are such old and dear friends I'd like to do you a favor."

"You'd like to do me a favor?" Ben asked and I could hear the disbelief in Ben's voice.

"Yes," Lester replied. "I saw your new little toy Sander. He is quite a little fox. But the word on the street is that you paid two million for him.  A million tor the boy and a million to his dad.  Oh yes you also added a college education for the little tyke.   What were you thinking? No boy is worth two million and we both know it. People will think you are a fool to pay so much for one small boy."

"But you are prepared to help me, aren't you?" Ben said.

"Yes indeed," Lester replied. "Since we go back such a long time, I'm prepared to take young Sander off your hands for three million. That's twice what the little guy is worth. You'll turn a million credit profit on him. Of course everyone will think me a fool, but to help you out, I'll just have to live with it."

"Lester you are not the only person who has expressed an interest in Sander," Ben replied. "If I put Sander on the auction block tonight, he'd bring more than five million."

"Five million!" Lester gasped and started to laugh. "You have taken leave of your senses!"

Just then something unexpected happened. Chris told me that there were no kids allowed in the private compound but I saw a boy there. He was about 14 with blond curly hair, no collar and he was dressed like a fashion model. The kid was as beautiful as a movie star and in fact reminded me of a very old movie I had once seen. The boy looked just like Jeremy Sumpter from the movie "Peter Pan". Perhaps I was looking at his clone.

The boy rushed up to Ben. Ben and the boy hugged. Then Ben kissed the boy on the forehead and the boy kissed him back. "Matti, it's so good to see you again. How was your flight?" Ben said.

"The flight was great," the boy replied. "And it's wonderful to see you again Ben. It's also wonderful to be back on the island. Life on the outside is so boring."

"Is that little Matti?" Lester said. "Why Matti it is you! I remember you when you were only eight years old, a little naked slave boy. Now just look at you! You are a rich young free boy. What brings you back to San Carlos?"

"Ben sent for me," Matti said. "He has hired me to manage the training of one of his slaves. A boy named Sander.

"How wonderful!" Lester said. "Sander should learn from the best and you were the very best. If I may be so bold as to ask, what is Ben paying you to train Sander?"

"A hundred thousand credits," the boy replied.

"A hundred thousand!" Lester repeated. "Matti, before this summer is over, I expect you'll be buying and selling your own slaves! Just imagine, a boy slaver. But you may have a problem training our young Sander."

"Oh, and why is that?" Matti asked.

"Being just a boy yourself, you won't be able to teach Sander how to take a man-sized cock up his ass. You don't have the proper equipment, not yet anyway. But I'm willing to help you train Sander and I won't charge a thing."

"You mean you you're willing to fuck Sander's butt?" the boy asked.

"Exactly!" Lester replied.

Matti said. "Thanks, but no thanks. Ben and I will be able to teach Sander everything he needs to know. You can just stay out of the way."

This made Lester mad and he said, "Why Matti, I would expect some gratitude after all I have done for you. Do you remember when you were eight and I took you on your first trip to Paris? When you were nine, I took you to Rome, and London when you were ten. I have done so much for you and this is the way you repay my kindness!"

"Mostly I remember your spankings."  Matti said. "If Ben had known about that he never would have let you rent me. I was too afraid of you to tell him what you were doing."

"Those spankings were for your own good young man," Lester replied. "A boy needs discipline. And may I remind you that it's because of me that you were left a complete male. Ben would have nullified you when you were eight but I stepped in and told Ben no.  Leave Matti as a boy, I told Ben.  I showed you the world and I treated you like a son."

"What you mean Lester, is that you passed me off as your son," Matti said. "You did that because you were ashamed to be seen by your high society friends traveling with a slave. If I had been nullified, your little secret would not have lasted very long. More than one of your friends slipped his hands down my pants when you were too busy to notice. The rich and powerful don't nullify their own sons and that is the only reason why you had me left male. So you could pass me off as your son. But you never cared for me. Not beyond the sex anyway."

I had seen and heard enough. My head was swimming. I put down the binoculars. Chris said to me, "Well, Mister That-Would-be-Spying, you sure were watching the compound for a long time. What did you see?"

"Chris," I asked, "Do you know a slave boy named Matti?"

"Sure I do," Chris replied. "Matti was my best friend before he left the island nine months ago. We shared a bedroom. In fact we shared just about everything. We were like brothers."

I wondered if they had sex together but didn't ask.   It would be too impolite.  "He was one of Ben's best slaves?" I asked.

"I should say so!" Chris replied. "He was practically a legend. Ben bought him when he was eight. That was for a one year contact. But when the contract was up Ben bought him again for two more years. When those two years were up Ben bought another two years. Matti spent five years as a slave, from the time he was eight until he was 13. But like I said he went free nine months ago when his final contract expired. The clients are still morning his departure. And Ben must be too, he made millions off Matti.

"Before Matti came along Ben was just a small time slaver. But with Matti in Ben's stable Ben got the reputation for handling only the best boys and eunuchs. And do you know what? Ben never cut Matti. He left the island with a full set of boy parts. Not many kids can say that."

"None of this makes any sense," I said. "This island is crawling with beautiful young boys, eunuchs and nullos. How can any one boy be so much better than all the others?"

"Mojo," Chris said.

"Mojo? What's that?" I asked.

"It's a sort of magic," Chris explained. "Any kid can be trained to offer his butt to a man, it's no big deal once you get used to it. But Matti had the power to make men love him. When they were entering his butt, he was entering their minds. The clients would say that after a night with Matti you were spoiled for life. I'm not surprised that the adults are still talking about him. I miss him just as much as they do.  Matti broke a lot of hearts."

"He's back on the island," I said. "I just saw him."

"Really?" Chris asked. "Matti is back? Why?"

"Ben brought him back to train me," I said.

"This does make things interesting," Chris said and he smiled. "Matti is back!"

"Chris," I asked. "Do you know a man named Lester DelRay?"

When Chris heard that name, he turned white. "Lester DelRay isn't back on the island, is he?" Chris asked.

"He sure is," I replied. "And he has taken an interest in me."

"Sander, that isn't good. DelRay could give mean lessons to Darth Vader," Chris said. Chris then laid down on his tummy and said, "Sander have a close look at my butt. A real close look."

I looked and then I saw something. I saw thin white lines running across Chris' butt. "Those aren't scars are they?" I asked.

"They sure are," Chris replied. "They were made by a whip. Lester DelRay put them there. That was before he sold me to Ben."

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