Chapter 6:

Hop Sing Gets a Trainer

Editor's Note : You may need the "Lucida" family of fonts to get Timmy's letter in this text to display properly.

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    Much to Hop Sing's  relief, Ben delayed the assignment of a trainer for him indefinitely. He didn't say why, only that his best trainer was too busy, but that was fine by Hop Sing. He didn't want someone, even if it was an older boy, to teach him how to take a man's penis up his butt. He didn't want to have to worry about keeping himself clean for the clients, and hoping that they liked him. If he couldn't stand having the enema nozzle up his butt, how he could possibly live through having a man - or MEN - different ones, fuck him all day long like his friends did? It was bad enough that his friends were trying to teach him about keeping himself clean already, by making him take a morning enema with them. He hated that, despite the fact that it assured just WHEN his bowels would move. He didn't think he could ever learn to fuck.  Hop Sing thought he'd rather die first, than be fucked up the ass all day for a living.

    But wasn't that why he was there on the island? Wasn't that why they were going to cut his boy parts off one day? As Hop Sing thought about his brothers - his family - he always shuddered. He HAD to learn to do it. He'd come to think he wouldn't mind it if they cut his penis off; it was hard almost all the time now, and it made him feel funny. He wanted to touch it. Hell, his friends wanted to touch it. They kept offering to suck it, or to jerk him off before Ben cut it off! Hop Sing, having never had a penile orgasm before, didn't understand that. He knew his eldest brother liked it, liked it a LOT, but that didn't make sense to his eleven-year-old mind. If he played with his long enough, he just got twitchy and had to pee. That was it. And besides, the doctor told him not to, and the doctor took care of him. He even liked him. Doctor Ronnie Knox, a former island boy himself - but only castrated, not nullo'd - had told them all how much he cared about them when Sander had been trying to starve himself. And Hop Sing believed him. Somehow he just knew that Dr. Knox was a 'good guy' - and not like the bad men who wanted to steal him and his brothers because of the money that his father owed them.

    But that wasn't the problem now.

    Hop Sing had been sold to Ben, and his father paid. Hop Sing was being paid too, but in a trust fund. Until he was of age, and either went to college or left the island, he couldn't have his money. And the island was such a nice place that he really didn't want to leave it. He had everything there - well, everything but his family. But somehow, he was coming to think of Sander and the others as substitute brothers. Perhaps it was a failing in Hop Sing, that he saw 'into' people like that. When he looked at Sander, even though it made his little penis hard, he saw someone who was hurt so bad that he was near ruined - emotionally. Hop Sing knew that part of Sander, a large part, really, was holding back from him.

    Sander seemed to be two different people, Hop Sing thought. When he was with him and his other friends, he could be nice and cheery and fun. He knew all about the island, and he always knew what to do when they got bored. He was a great swimmer, he knew how to surf, skin dive, free dive, even drive a golf cart.

    One thing he did know how to do, too, that Hop Sing didn't, was fuck men.

    And therein was the problem for the both of them.

    Sander could do it, and look like he liked it. The men wanted him. He was beautiful. They told Hop Sing he was beautiful too, always rubbing his fuzzy head, and even kissing him sometimes. But other than that, as a yellow-boy, he was HANDS OFF. No one could fuck him. But they could fuck Sander.

    And they did.

    Every day.

    A lot.

    Afterwards, Hop Sing could plainly see, the other Sander emerged. The sullen, moody boy he'd first seen when he'd arrived. He didn't talk much after a fucking. He tended to snap in replies. Most times, he just stayed quiet. Sometimes he cried, even though he tried to hide it. At times like these, Hop Sing - who usually had to go along and watch - would tell him that it would be OK and someday he would be free. He tried to tell him it was OK to like it, too, although he was making that up. He was sure that HE could never like it. And whether Sander was being his quiet self, or his yelling and angry self, Hop Sing would always tell him that he loved him. He was like his brother, and brothers had to love each other.

    Sander would usually tell him to "fuck off", but then afterwards, he'd apologize and cry and a little. Then Hop Sing would kiss him, sometimes even on the mouth, and tell him it was OK.

    Then things would be fine until the next client came along and fucked Sander. Then they'd have to go through it all over again.

    And it was beginning to wear on Hop Sing.

    Yet he never said a thing. He just bottled it up. That was his nature. He'd rather hurt so bad that he thought he'd die, rather than turn around and hurt his friends. Besides, Sander was so hurt already that Hop Sing was afraid that the delicate friendship they shared might not survive his own rebuttals to Sander's words.

    Hop Sing was also afraid that Sander wouldn't survive it at all, if he were to turn his back on him.

    It had been a week now, and they'd had their official day off work and resumed business as usual. But how many of those seven nights that he'd been in the dorm with them - all of them? - had Sander wound up in his bed? It had started with Hop Sing's proposal, to comfort Sander. But the last few nights, it had been Sander who had sought him out. And he'd only said one thing each time:

    "I just need somebody to hold me, Hop. Just hold me, nothing else."

    And every night, Hop Sing told his friend that he loved him and kissed him goodnight.

    But Sander didn't kiss him back.

    Hop Sing knew why, and it made him sad.

    Sander was broken.

    Broken inside.

    It wasn't like a bone that you could see and put in a cast to heal. It was something in his spirit that was broken, and Hop Sing wondered - hoped it wasn't - something so badly broken that it could never be fixed. And that was why he did what he did, every day, hoping he could help heal that wound.

    And Sander was showing improvement. He went to work every day, but there was still a ways to go. This came to light one day when a client went to Ben Toeber and asked, "What's wrong with that blond boy I just fucked? Is he ill? Or is he on drugs that make him dumb?" Of course, the client had been talking about what Ben already knew - fucking Sander was like fucking a robot. He went through the motions, he even had his own orgasms, but there was no warmth, no love, in him. Clients wanted that. Some of them needed that. ALL of them expected that. Sander just fucked, or did as he was told. He didn't cuddle. He didn't pet. Most of the time, all he ever said to a client was 'goodbye' when they were finished - unlike Timmy, who usually put on such a show that it was embarrassing!

    And Sander didn't make idle chatter about his clients and how happy he was to be with them.

    Because Sander was NOT happy to be with them.

    Deep inside, he still wanted to be with Matti.

    But he and Matti had agreed that they had to wait, had to think, of what they could possibly do until Matti was done training his current project, a boy by the name of Peter. Matti had to succeed in teaching Peter to orgasm by having his ass fucked, and Matti gave him object lessons at least five times a day. If a boy couldn't orgasm by having his ass fucked, that didn't keep him from being nullified. It might put him on the list for castration only, but only sometimes. Orgasms for the boys were not a priority - priority was on the clients, who paid the money to be with the boys.

    Nullified boys.

    Boys who were slaves to their own modifications - their own design - by being nullos.

    Being neutered boys who were 100% dependent upon their sex partners for their own orgasms.

    It was the ultimate symbiosis.

    Hop Sing knew that it would it be soon for this Peter-boy. He didn't know him, or Matti. They didn't hang out with Hop Sing and his gang, and that was fine by Hop Sing. He didn't want to know a trainer. And he didn't want to know about the nullification rites. No one would tell him about it, it was forbidden, and that was fine by him. He figured he'd find out soon enough, anyway, since he'd been told that he WOULD be there to watch Peter be nullified.

    And that made him think of his own pending nullification.

    Hop Sing just knew that they'd cut it ALL off. Sander and Timmy and Chris were sure they would, they said, because Hop Sing was so beautiful, and Chinese to boot. When he asked what that had to do with anything, they'd explained to him that there were a LOT of rich men in China who wanted Chinese boys on the island. There were only a few, and already, Hop Sing had gotten several offers. So had Ben. Some of them had even offered to buy Hop Sing, although the boy didn't know this. He only thought they were joking when they patted his head and kissed him and asked him how much he was worth. And they even bought him gifts, sometimes. They couldn't fuck him, but they could buy him things in the shoppes on the island. By the end of the first week in public, Hop Sing already a gold bracelet, one for his ankle, a ring, and a remote control helicopter. Of course, he wasn't allowed to wear the jewelry out in public during work time. But that didn't matter. He gave the jewelry to his friends, and they all played with each others' toys.

    But as each day passed, Hop Sing grew more worried. He had erections all the time now, even when he woke up. He caught himself touching it too much, and he was afraid of getting into trouble for it. He knew they were giving him drugs to make him horny, but that was supposed to make him want to take a man's penis up his butt, or to suck it, he thought. He didn't want to do either of those things. The thought of it made him almost gag. Every time he watched his friends do it, he wanted to run away and hide. Never mind the fact of what his childish logic told him about it not being fair that he was going to have his cut off, but the men didn't and could use theirs for sex.

    Sex with him.

    Someday.

    Soon.

    I have to learn, he told himself over and over again. He WOULD learn

    An Dong, Guo Jian, and Jie Kang were counting on him. So was his mother.

    And even though he was still hurt by him, when he thought he DID understand, Hop Sing knew he had to do it for his father as well.

    For his whole family.

    That was everything to him - family.

    But just as Sander had warned him, Hop Sing was making attachments. He was growing very close to his roomies, and other boys they saw often as well. Pudge, the fat boy, was so funny that you had to like him. Ty, a black boy with no penis but who still had his balls, was one of Pudge's roomies who was just as comical. His hero, he'd said, was a black man from the 1990's named Murphy who was in a lot of old funny movies. Ty had them all on video, and they all had watched them. The one about the day care center, though, had given Hop Sing the shivers. Then there was Sean, a flaming-red headed Irish boy with an accent so thick that he was impossible to understand. Sean was the outgoing one, but like Timmy, he was a nullo'd slut. When the two of them got together, it was rumored that Dr. Knox got his electric heart paddles ready for the weaker clients.

    It was just approaching the height of the busy season that summer when the boys were playing at the beach, collecting seashells on their day off next, when a plane flew over. Hop Sing still hadn't been assigned a trainer, but it was the scuttlebutt of the whole island that something was going down that night. Something big.

    Sander figured it was a nullification - probably Peter's.

    Hop Sing cringed at that thought. Even he was smart enough to figure out that if a nullification ceremony was to take place, it would free up a trainer. The boy would be cut only when he was ready to service clients, and if he was cut, his trainer was free.

    And Hop Sing was way overdue.

    "Let's go see the plane!" Timmy suggested.

    When they arrived at the airfield, which was fenced off, they stood at the fence and watched. Chris, being ever resourceful, had brought the binoculars that some client had bought him. "Hop Sing! Look! It's a Chinese kid!" He gasped, shoving the binoculars at him. Hop Sing looked, and sure enough, a small Chinese boy dressed clothes that were little more than rags was being escorted off the plane by a security guard. But there was no one with him. Hop Sing lowered the binoculars and bit his lip. He'd seen kids like that on the news before - some homeless little waif who'd been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

    "Ben wouldn't buy a stolen boy," Sander assured him, "He'd check it out."

    "I hope," Hop Sing managed, as the boy, head down and shuffling his bare feet, walked in front of the guard.

    It was obvious that he was already broken.

    Then someone else climbed down from the plane.

    It was Ben Toeber.

    "Ben!" Chris yelled, "What's HE doing?"

    Ben looked up, as the plane's engines had shut off and he'd heard Chris. He waved, then spoke to the guard. Moments later, a golf cart with two guards came for the boys and took them into the airport. They weren't off limits; after all, lots of boys liked to watch planes come and go and it was allowed - so long as they stayed OUTSIDE the fence.

    When they arrived in the receiving room that Hop Sing remembered all too well, only he was asked to go further with Ben. In the next small room, he saw the boy, who stood still and looking down at his feet.

    His clothes, what there were of them, were clean but ragged. His black hair was long and straight, hiding his ears and almost his eyes. He looked to be about nine or ten, small, and rail thin. He didn't hesitate when the guard ordered him to undress. He tossed the clothes in a trash can, though, as Ben produced a pair of small sandals and a red collar. The boy covered his genitals in shame.

    "Lǚ Dòngbīn, head up," Ben said. Hop Sing wondered that anyone would have the nerve to name a boy after one of the Eight Immortals in Chinese common lore. The boy certainly didn't look like a divinity to him. Ben then snapped the red collar around his neck. The computer registered him, and much to Hop Sing's  surprise, his own collar vibrated softly. The boy didn't move. "I think we'll call you 'Lewie,'" Ben told the new boy. "You'll like it here, I'm sure.  Lewie, meet Hop Sing!"

    Lewie looked up, and for the first time, his eyes brightened.

    "Hello," Hop Sing smiled at him, and before he knew it, Lewie was upon him and chattering away in a dialect that Hop Sing had a hard time catching at all. He didn't cry though.

    "One of my contacts found him, literally, wandering the streets in a small town south of Hong Kong, way south," Ben explained. "He was almost starved to death, sick...hell, I've got a fortune in him already. No one knows who he is." Hop Sing didn't ask just WHY Ben knew people in remote southern China.

    "They all gone," Lewie finally said, nodding. "Me ten," he offered, "You?"

    "He's ten, sir?" Hop Sing asked, wondering at his size. "I'm eleven," Hop Sing added.

    "Live here?"

    "Yes?"

    "Me too?"

    "You too," Ben interrupted them, offering Lewie the sandals.

    "Nice! Thanks!" He chirped, putting them on. He didn't mention clothing. He just smiled at Hop Sing. Obviously, if one Chinese boy was there naked, to greet him, then it must be OK!

    Lewie held Hop Sing's hand as they went out, but then noticed that he had his usual erection again. Lewie laughed at him. His own genitals were so small that they were almost more suited to a baby. The other boys looked amazed.

    "You adopting?" Chris asked Hop Sing, "Bit early in life, no?" Ben laughed.

    "No, Chris, he's all mine," Ben smiled at him. It was a smile that Sander recognized. It was a smile that drove the happy, open Sander back inside of the cold, hateful one.

    Hop Sing shook his head, and together, they all rode back to Ben's office. It was very unusual, Sander told them, to be let in to see an arrival. Lewie just sat on Hop Sing's lap and gaped at everything. "I wonder if he knows?" Sander whispered to Hop Sing, who shrugged. But deep inside, something told him that Lewie had had a hard life already, and more than likely, being a neutered sex slave wouldn't bother him at all, so long as he felt safe and had food and a dry place to sleep. It pained him, and he wanted to cry to think that some children were forced to live like that. But is he better off here? Hop Sing wondered, suddenly feeling very confused again.

    "Now boys, I'm just going to go and check Lewie in. And I'll remind you all, keep tonight free. We're having a special party tonight, and everyone has to come!"

    "Sir?" They all asked.

    "Why, didn't I tell you? It's Peter's birthday!" Ben announced.

     "Is it really Peter's birthday?" Hop Sing asked, after Ben had left.  That caused the other boys to laugh - except for Sander.  He didn't even smile. He didn't say a thing.

    "Not his birthday-birthday," said Timmy.

    "Actually, it is his birthday," said Chris, laughing as if at a joke, the punch line of which only he knew.  "Today is the first day of his new life -- the life of a nullo.  Tonight he gets cut.  I hear Matti's going to do it."

    Hop Sing suddenly felt sick at his stomach.  Seeing another boy nullified wasn't something that he wanted to see.  He preferred to go to his own nullification - certain that it was going to happen - being ignorant of what it was like.  He realized that he hadn't asked the other boys about it - what it was like to be nullified - to have your dick and balls cut off - probably because he hadn't wanted to know. It was as if pretending that he didn't know about it would make it not happen to him.

    Now, he was certain it was going to happen, that he would at least lose something.  Since he'd been on the island, he hadn't seen any boy wearing a green collar - slaves available for sex - that still had both their dick and balls, all his 'boy parts', as the other boys called them.   Most had smooth crotches, no dick or balls.  A few had dicks, but no balls.  Even fewer - like Ty - had balls but no dick.

    He wasn't certain which he'd prefer, since it was going to happen anyway.  In any case, he wouldn't have any choice in the matter.  Ben would decide.  "Oh, you'll be nullified," Timmy had assured him in a conversation they'd had before.  "Most boys are.  The only ones that keep their balls are the older boys, ready for puberty.  Clients like to see them shoot cream from their pee holes."

    "They e-ejaculate?" Hop Sing asked, "even without a penis?"

    "Sure," Timmy said.   "All you need to shoot is balls, and a dick up your ass.  That'll do it every time."

    "You have orgasms.  Do you shoot?"  Everyone called Timmy a little slut.  He liked to get fucked.  Hop Sing had seen him fucked by a client.  If Timmy hadn't enjoyed it, he was a superb actor.

    "Oh, I climax, but they're pretty dry orgasms. A couple little drops at most, clear stuff, not cream.  The stuff they give you here makes you horny, lets you climax - hell, it makes you need to climax - but it doesn't push you into puberty.  It's some modified kind of testosterone or something.  It just acts on those receptors in the brain that make you horny.  You should know.  Your dick is hard all the time now.  Aren't you horny?"

    Hop Sing supposed that he was.  It was all he could do to keep his hands off his penis.  It seemed to beg to be stroked.  But Doctor Knox had told him not to.  "Yes," Hop Sing admitted, "I guess so."

    "They why don't you let me do something about it?" said Timmy.  "I'll suck your dick, or you can fuck me.  You don't have much of a dick, and I like them big - the bigger the better - but still it might be fun."

    "Yeah, there's no rule against US having sex, well, what we CAN do, with each other," Chris added. "It'd be fun, c'mon?"

    But Hop Sing hadn't let him.  He didn't want to like sex, even though he knew he should learn to like it.  No matter how much of his boy parts were going to get cut off, he was sure to get fucked.  That's why he was on the island.  That's why he was a slave - to get fucked...

    And to save his family.

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    Hop Sing felt physically ill by the time for Peter's nullification was to begin.  That's what it was going to be - a total nullification - the whole package cut off.  Matti, Peter's trainer, was going to completely neuter him, cutting off both his penis and testicles.  Although Sander didn't seem to want to be there any more than he did, Chris and Timmy were enjoying themselves.  They stood and cheered when Matti led Peter onto the stage set in the middle of the arena.  Sander didn't even look up.  He stared down at the floor. The place brought back painful memories for him.

    "Does it hurt?" Hop Sing asked Sander, who only nodded.

    But Timmy had overheard him.  "Hell yes, it hurts," he said.

    "Don't they give you anything?" asked Hop Sing, "You know ... to deaden the pain?" All this time, he'd assumed that Dr. Knox would do it in the hospital, just like real surgery - he'd be knocked out and sleep through it and wake up when it was over.

    But now Hop Sing was seeing different.

    Some day HE would be the one in the arena.

    "Nope," said Timmy.

    "Why not?" asked Hop Sing, unable to believe it.

    "The clients want to hear you scream.  They want to know that it hurts to have your boy parts cut off.  But it doesn't hurt long.  You'll see.   Right after Matti cuts Peter's boy parts off, he'll splash some liquid on him that'll take away the pain and stop the bleeding.  One minute you think you're going to die, then the next you don't feel a thing.  Then they take you to the hospital and the doc'll fix you up so no one can tell you ever had any boy parts.  Tell him, Sander," he said, "Matti cut off yours."

    But Sander didn't say anything.  He continued to stare at the floor. Hop Sing knew that look too well already.

    Matti kissed Peter, then strapped him to a table on the stage in the middle of the arena.  He held up a small knife, showing it to the crowd.  They cheered. 

    He bent over, gathering Peter's boy parts in one hand.

    "Tonight, you become a nullo, Petey," Matti announced, more to the crowd than to Peter. "Your boy parts will be cut off, and you'll be a nullo for the rest of your life. They can't be reattached. From this night forward, you will be smooth and beautiful, the envy of all intact boys, and the desire of men worldwide." It was obvious that Matti had rehearsed his speech. It was making Sander shiver. "Do you WANT to go through with this, Petey?" Matti asked.

    "Yes!" Peter said, without hesitation. It was clear that Matti had convinced him, as was his duty as a trainer.

    "Then ask for it," Matti replied.

    "Cut me, Matti! Please cut me! I don't wanna be a boy anymore!" Peter cried.

    Hop Sing wasn't sure if he was lying or not. Peter seemed sincere in his desire to be cut. Then Hop Sing's collar vibrated, ever so softly, and said, "He probably does. He's been brainwashed. Your friend Sander hasn't, though. You mustn't be, either. You must remember why you are there." But no one else heard it. Only Hop Sing.

    Peter placed the knife just under Peter's genitals. The boy was rock hard and his cock was twitching.

    Then Matti pulled up on the blade.

    Just like that.  It was over.  Peter screamed, a scream that Hop Sing would have never expected could come from a boy's throat.  It was a hideous sound, a wail of horrible pain, and one that Hop Sing would remember for the rest of his life. Matti held something up, showing it to the crowd.  On the giant holoscreens, Hop Sing saw that Matti held Peter's penis and testicles in his hand.  Blood poured from Peter's groin.

    But not for long. 

    Matti poured some liquid on Peter's groin.  The flow of blood stopped.  Peter stopped screaming.  On the holoscreen, Hop Sing could see him first look down at his groin, and then up at Matti's hand - the one that held his severed dick and balls.  Peter was no longer a boy.  From that moment on, he would be a nullo.

    Peter would be dependent on his sexual partner(s), for the rest of his life, if he wanted to feel pleasure.

    Around the arena, clients and boys were engaging in sex.  It seemed as though everyone in the arena was fucking, excited beyond restraint by the scene they had just witnessed.  Two men, come to the arena without boys, scanned their cards across Chris's and Sander's collars, then fucked them.  One had first wanted Hop Sing, but  was rejected when he tried to scan Hop Sing's gold collar.  "This boy is not available," his collar had chirped, and in a malicious tone. "Touch him, and security will kill you!"  That client took Sander instead, looking very rattled despite his excitement. Sander looked as if he wanted to just disappear. But there was nothing that Hop Sing could do for his friend. He was a slave, and he'd been bought. As the guest bent Sander over and entered him, Sander's eyes filled with tears. Hop Sing watched in horror as his friend just took it, helpless...and miserable.

    Yet Hop Sing's dick was hard - harder than it had ever been. He was ashamed of it, thinking that he'd run and hide. All around him, a full scale orgy was breaking out. It terrified him. Never before had he seen such goings-on.  He saw his friends, all of them now being used by guests. He wanted to run away. And ran he did.

    Right into a security guard, who was watching it all and looking bored.

    "Hey!" The guard yelped in surprise. Then he spotted the gold collar. "C'mon, you don't need to see this, yet," he said, leading Hop Sing away.

    They met up with Dr. Knox, who was also looking bored as he sat on a bench outside the arena. Hop Sing spotted him and ran to him, throwing himself onto the doctor. Stunned beyond speech, he just clung to him. "Oh, boy," Knox sighed, reaching into his medical bag. "Gets 'em every time!"

    "P-p-pee-peeeenis!" Hop Sing managed.

    "They cut Peter's off, didn't they?" Knox asked him gently, nodding, trying to reassure him.

    "Mine!" The boy squeaked, pointing down at his throbbing little erection. "Hurts!"

    Something clicked over in Knox's mind, and then he realized that Hop Sing didn't understand his own sexual arousal. "Let me make it better," the doctor suggested, as he filled a small syringe and injected the base of the boy's penis. His erection wilted, and his entire groin went numb. He also peed involuntarily. That seemed to calm him down.

    "Hop, you told me you never masturbated to climax, right?" Knox asked.

    "No! T-Timmy wanted me to, and...and Chris, but I said no!"

    "You DON'T want to? You don't want before they cut it off? Like Peter's? Are you sure?" The doctor pressed him.

    "You said not to do it! You said not to touch it! It...it feels weird! I don't like it! It's always hard and I wanna touch it, but Timmy said it'd feel so good, and...and...," Hop Sing was almost in tears again. "If I do, and it does, what happens when they cut it off? I'll wanna do it, and I won't be able to!"

    "But you don't do it?" Knox repeted.

    "NO!"

    Why's it so hard for him to understand? Hop Sing wondered.

    "OK," Knox sighed, perplexed, "I can't believe you actually obeyed that order, none of the trainees do, but I have something that you might like then. That's IF, and only IF, you're sure you don't wanna know what it's like to have your little penis pleasured, like men do?"

    "I'm NOT a man yet!" Hop Sing declared, "No! I don't want to! I'm scared!"

    Knox nodded, and pulled something else out of his bag. It was a clear device shaped like a set of small genitals. "This is the chastity cage I mentioned," the doctor told him. "If I put this on you, it will lock. It won't come off unless I unlock it, and it has a minimum electronic lockout of thirty days. That's a month," he explained carefully. "Once it's locked onto you, you can't touch your genitals. You can't get hard, because there'll be no room for it to grow. It'll also trap your balls, and protect them, too. The only bad thing is that you'll have to sit down to pee, because it'll hold your penis downwards. Do you want me to put this on you?" Knox asked, knowing full well that the boy would probably be the one in the arena - being nullified - before the thirty days were up.

    "Yes!" Hop Sing jumped at the chance, "Yes! Put it on me now!  Please!"

    Knox agreed, and swabbed the boy's genitals in a very cold disinfectant. Numb as they were, he didn't feel a thing. His genitals shrank back at the cold touch. Knox then slid the lower part over his balls, and it tightened down automatically. When the sensors told it that it had gone far enough, and that the boy's balls couldn't escape back through it, it stopped. Knox then applied the upper part, which fit over Hop Sing's limp penis like a tube. It was thick, making his penis look larger than it really was. It clipped into place, then the device beeped. Hop Sing looked delighted as he tugged at it, but it wouldn't come off. It was a very snug fit.

    "Thank you!" He breathed in relief, happy that he wouldn't have an erection sticking out all the time now. His friends made him pee sitting down already, anyway, so that was no big deal. He tended to splash. But he had to admit, he would miss peeing standing up when he was outside.

    "Guard," Knox called, "Please take Hop back to his room, 10th floor. Put him to bed?"

    "Sir!" The guard barked at him, taking Hop Sing by the hand. The boy sensed trust in him, and now over his shock and more relieved that his penis wasn't a problem for him, he began to chatter. It was as if he HAD to tell someone about it. By the time Hop Sing was in bed, the guard had to sit down in the lobby and rest. His ears were literally tired!

    Hop Sing fell asleep that night listening to his collar telling him what a good boy he'd been for what he'd done in running away and doing something about his penis.

    ***

    The next morning, everyone slept in. The computer informed them that breakfast and lunch were being combined into one meal, a brunch, since no one was up for breakfast anyway. The previous night's festivities, it seemed, had taken a toll on guests and slaves alike. The island was very quiet that morning as Hop Sing sat out on the balcony, sipping at some water and nibbling on some pineapple from their fridge.

    "Oh, my achin' ass!" He heard Chris moan, followed by Timmy.

    "What a night," Timmy groaned.

    Sander, however, still seemed to be asleep.

    "Hey, where'd you run off to last night?" Chris asked Hop Sing, who was sitting with his legs crossed. "Don't that hurt your balls to do that?"

    "No, and I came back here and went to bed," Hop Sing answered. "I had my shower already," he added, rubbing his now-smooth head. On impulse, and out of some desire that he didn't understand, Hop Sing had used the red soap on his head and left it on until it hurt. He knew that it made hair fall out, as he'd noticed the pale fuzz on his arms and shins was gone. He'd even given himself an enema, so much that it had hurt, but without the nozzle. He didn't tell his friends though. He didn't understand it himself, but he did know that he now felt much better about himself.

    He felt clean.

    "Yeah, not much fun for a yellow-boy, if'n ya can't get fucked!" Timmy laughed, as he stuck his nose in the fridge. He produced a colored box in foil wrap that had a card on it. "SEE! See? I told ya so! Get up Sander, you asshole!" Timmy shouted, "Mr. Smith DID send me a present! Look! Here's the card!"

Dear Timmy:

Please accept my thanks for the best time of my life!

I'm sorry I scared you with my nervous attack, so please think of me when you eat this.

There's plenty more where this came from,

and I'm sending your Master Ben a proposal for when your contract is up.

I DO want you to come to Switzerland and live with me,

where you can be my own little boy until you grow up.

You can work for me in MY candy factory then, testing, designing, etc.

I know you won't need the money, so if you don't want to come,

that's fine, too.

I have some friends who are amazed at the photos of you and me,

and they have such grand plans for you - even when you're grown up!

How would you like to be a Swiss Bear's toyboy for life?

Think about it.

Email me.

Love,

Mr. Gunter Schmidt

   "I am just gonna puke," Sander complained, hauling himself out of bed and making for the showers, where he began to scrub violently with the water so hot that he turned pink. "He doesn't LOVE you, dumbass!" Sander shouted.

   "Wash that ass of yours out good," Chris called, "I bet there's a gallon of semen up in there!"

    "I bet at least a million CR changed hands last night, with all the fucking goin' on!" Timmy laughed, as he headed into the shower to clean up - and out. All three of the nullo's made use of the enema kits until it was time for brunch. Sander used a lot of soap. Hop Sing just sat and watched, but he did have a piece of Timmy's candy. Having not had any chocolate in so long, as sweets were usually a reward only, it made him dizzy and feel silly, it was that good. When he got up to head to brunch, though, his friends all dropped their towels and stared at him in shock.

    "What the hell is THAT?" Timmy pointed.

    Sander looked away.

    "It's a chastity cage!" Chris breathed, looking at Hop Sing in amazement.  "Hop? Why?  Did you fuck somebody?!" He joked.

    "No, Dr. Knox gave it to me. It won't let me get hard, and now I can't touch it. It won't come off for a month, either!"

    "You'll be a nullo before that," Sander commented icily, "They'll CUT it off!"

    "Good!" Hop Sing retorted, "Then I won't miss it when it's gone!"

    "Makes sense," Timmy shrugged, "But boy, sometimes I wish...," but he didn't finish the sentence as they headed out to eat.

    "You got bald-bald!" Chris noticed in the elevator, "Man, that's smooth!"

    "Lemme feel!" Timmy piped up, but Sander only sighed again.

    "The red soap can leave you bald for life, if you use it more than three times," he warned Hop Sing, "None of us will ever have body hair. Never! So be careful!"

    "I will," Hop Sing assured him, and Sander finally felt his head. Hop Sing smiled at the touch that felt different than the others.

    A lot of the slave boys were walking oddly that morning, and the cafeteria chatter was more subdued. Most of the slaves looked tired, or hung over! The boys were just finishing their meal when the intercom went off:

"Hop Sing, report to Mr. Toeber's office at ONCE! Alone, please!"

    "I bet he gets his trainer today," Chris commented, as they tried to make their way around the pool without attracting attention. They decided to go and hide out at the beach, since they figured most of the guests would be too tired and sated to bother them. After all, the three of them were very sore.

    "I wanna go sailing," Sander sighed, "I like the water," he added, his eyes blank. "I don't wanna get fucked today. I just wanna have some fun."

    "Hop Sing's gonna have fun," Timmy laughed, as they ducked behind a tree to avoid a guest.

    "I don't think he will," Sander said dismally.

    Hop Sing arrived in Ben's office to find him seated at his desk, chatting with a young man of about sixteen or seventeen, Hop Sing guessed. He had dark blond hair and a red collar, which indicated that he was either free, or an underaged guest. He was also naked and hairless as a slave boy, and to Hop Sing's surprise, intact. He was also erect - and large. Ben was shirtless, probably nude as well, and he was cuddling Lewie - the new Chinese boy - on his lap. Lewie was giggling at being tickled. He was also wearing a gold collar.

    "Ahhh! Hop! Glad you could come!" (As if the boy had a choice!) "I want you to meet Matti, he'll be your new trainer from today, until he decides that you're ready to go to work like your friends! Won't that be nice?" Ben asked.

    "No, sir," Hop Sing answered truthfully, which made Matti look at him.

    "Jesus, Ben! He's got a cock-lock on! Why?" Matti exclaimed.

    "Hop Sing, according to Ronnie, hates his penis. He doesn't want to touch it, and it's hard all the time. This solves his problem, AND - AND - it should make him easier to train! If he can't jerk off or be sucked, then a good fucking is all he's got going for him," Ben explained. "Why, I bet you can have him acting just like Timmy in two weeks!"

    "I hope not, sir," Hop Sing said, as Ben looked to him for a response. Honesty had been drilled into him, and he gave it.

    "When I get fuck?" Lewie asked anxiously, which only made Hop Sing wonder about him more.

    Ben put Lewie down. "Run along and go swim in the pool, son," he told the little boy, giving him a playful slap to his bottom. Lewie laughed and ran outside. Then Ben glared at Hop Sing. Then his face softened a bit. "Come here!"

    "Honesty is one of the boy's virtues," Hop Sing's collar spoke up, when Ben checked it while Matti looked on. Hop Sing thought that he looked scared of him.

    "I'm assigning you to Matti, now," Ben explained, tapping some keys, "From now on, until you're trained, you'll live with him in his suite. You'll do as he says, without question. He's not allowed to hurt you, but know this - it's his JOB to fuck you. He has to train you, and he's the best I've ever had in trainers! He'll teach you all about keeping clean, how to do oral sex - suck a cock, that is - and especially how to use your ass to give pleasure to a man. And he'll also teach you how to orgasm - cum - when you're getting fucked, so you can feel good, too. Once he declares you ready, you'll be cut in the arena just like Peter was last night. Then you'll get a green collar, two weeks off to heal up, and then you can go back to your friends. By then, you'll be a little nullo slut just like they are! Questions?" Ben asked, "Speak freely!"

    "Being fucked WILL hurt me," Hop Sing said plainly, stepping away from Matti, "I don't wanna be fucked. I think I can learn the rest, I watched my friends good, but I hate it when something is up my butt! It hurts, and I don't like it!"

    "You don't have a choice, Hop," Matti told him. "I have to train you, and that's that. It's my JOB to make you LIKE it. And I will. I'll be good to you, pleasure you, and love you. I love all my boys, just like Ben loves you."

    "You'll love me?" Hop Sing asked, and Matti nodded.

    "Love is the key. You have to love your trainee, make him feel needed. While I train you, I can't fuck any other boy. Only you. And I hope you'll love me back?" Matti asked sweetly.

    "You the best?" Hop Sing asked, seeing right through it.

    "He is?" Ben agreed warily.

    "Then why'd he mess Sander up so bad?" Hop Sing asked turned on Matti, "Do you STILL love him? Did you EVER love him?"

    Ben and Matti both sank back in their chairs in shock.

    "He talked," Matti growled, "Damn Sander! If he wasn't a nullo already, I'd cut his dick off!"

    "You hurt Sander, bad," Hop Sing went on, pointing at Matti with a gleam in his eyes. "He loves you! He cries for you every night!"

    "When I'm not a trainer, I told Sander, we'd work it out," Matti retorted, "He understood!"

    "He did NOT!" The boy snapped at him, forgetting his manners. He was simply too angry, too tired of seeing the hurt in his friend's eyes. He was almost sick with guilt at not being able to make Sander understand that HE loved him like a brother, and that that meant so much to him.

    And Hop Sing knew that Sander was to be sold if he didn't start working better. His collar had told him all about it, among other things.

    He couldn't bear the thought of Sander being gone, gone to somewhere worse, where he'd suffer more.

    Where he'd surely die.

    "Hop," Ben warned him, shaking a finger at him.

    "Talk freely, you said," the boy reminded him, and Ben looked abashed, "Well I am! Sander fell in love with Matti, he told me! And when Matti got him trained, he got a new boy and couldn't be with him anymore! It just killed him, inside, and YOU didn't notice! You didn't care!"  Hop Sing was almost crying again, but they were tears of anger.

    "I was the one who sent Matti to Sander, and delayed Peter's cutting,"  Ben informed him, "You'd have been trained a long time ago, if Matti hadn't been busy trying to balance Sander and Peter, and keep Sander's head even! Did he tell you THAT, Mr. Do-gooder?  Did he?" Ben demanded. "Did you ever wonder where Sander was when he wasn't with you? God knows he wasn't working. The last few clients he had didn't want him again."

    Hop Sing sat down.

    "But he's hurt, inside," the boy repeated softly, "Sir," he used the title, "I can't stand it! I love him like my brothers, and I can't make him see it! You both did it to him - you messed up his head! I don't think Sander can love anyone else!"

    "I don't get this, Ben," Matti admitted, "Why's a new slave boy so attached to a nutcase like Sander?"

    "He's not! And YOU made him that way!" Hop Sing shouted at him.

    "This boy is a rare breed," Ben told Matti, "He's only here out of duty and honor, to literally save a life. I think he's going to make a career out of it. If I'm not mistaken, he knows Sander can be sold, and that that would be bad. Few places in the world would be as kind to a boy like Sander, and Hop can't bear that. It's his nature. I also think he likes Sander, too." Hop Sing blushed at the insinuation. Like him or not, there wasn't much they could do but cuddle. And that was enough. Hop Sing didn't want to lose that.

    "Oh," Matti conceded. "But Ben, it's like Peter, I mean, I can't handle this kid AND Sander! If they're so close, it just won't work! Sander will go nuts .... moreso than he is now .... if he finds out I have to train his little buddy! I couldn't fuck Sander like he wanted when I had Peter, and I can't now! I can't stall him off forever, Ben."

    "He'll have to deal with it, or I'll sell him," Ben admitted.

    "NO!" Hop Sing cried, "No! Please, sir, I'll do anything! Don't sell him! I can help him! I can!"

    "You won't be seeing him until you're trained," Matti informed him. "You live with me until I release you."

    Hop Sing gasped in shock. He couldn't be with his friends until he was trained? Until he liked...until he could...do THAT with men?!

    "Computer," Ben then said, "Where is Sander, and what is his condition?"

    "Sander is available for work, at the beach, sailing," The computer replied. "No guests in proximity, lifeguards on duty. Sander's mood is 73.8% of recorded norms when compared to values assessed when he was in peak condition."

    "Sensors in your collars track your vitals, like a lie detector, did you know that?" Ben told Hop Sing, "They can tie in and dump data into Dr. Knox's computer, too. Besides keeping track of you and serving as a work signal, they record a lot of things!"

    Hop Sing's eyes went wide. He touched his collar, but didn't mention that his talked to him.

    "Yellow slave, Hop Sing, age 11, assigned to Trainer Matti, red," the boy's collar offered. "Hop Sing is now in training. Pulse rate, 124, temperature, 98.9 degrees Fahrenheit...,"

    "Enough," Ben interrupted it, "See?"

    "Hop, look," Matti offered, "I know I hurt Sander. But my job - you have to understand - I can't do two boys at once. I have to focus all my attention on one, and besides, if all Sander wants is me, he's useless to Ben. He won't be good to clients, and he won't make money. He can't just live here for free, he has to work. We all do. Can you understand that?"

    Hop Sing nodded, thinking about his father. He worked a lot, and still, it was the money problem with the bad men that had put him there on the island. As he thought about the conundrum of Sander, he exhaled hard.

    The time had come.

    He had a trainer.

    He was going to get fucked.

    Probably that day.

    And he knew he'd hate it.

    The idea of it almost drove him crazy.

    But he knew he had to do it. He had to get on with it, get good at it, make the men like him. He had to do it for Sander.

    Because he couldn't see him again until he was trained.

    In a flat tone, he said to Matti, "Don't bother with your love tricks on me, sir! I know what love is. I AM loved. My family loves me, and I love them. I love my friends, and if it's the last thing I ever do, I'll make sure Sander knows I love him, that he's MY brother!"  Hop Sing took a breath, knowing that what he was about to say would probably get him punished. He didn't know what the punishment would be, but he was willing to accept it. He had to have his trainer be absolutely clear on how he himself felt.

    Matti pulled back.

    "I won't ever love you," the boy continued. "I can't. So don't try it! I know what kind of person you are! You can fuck me, make me suck you, you can hit me, call me names, use me, TRAIN ME, but you won't BREAK ME like you broke Sander!"

    "How DARE you?" Matti snapped at him, as Ben looked on in sheer surprise. He'd seen fits before, but never one so eloquent.

    Hoooooo, boy, Matti, are YOU in for a rough ride! Ben thought.

    Matti got up and faced Ben. "You should punish him, sir," he advised.

    "Like ol' Lester Delray punished you?" Ben asked, grinning, "No, Matti. Hop is under ORDERS to speak his mind in this office." Ben winked at the boy, who gasped, "And I won't punish him for that. It sounds to me like he's got YOU dead to rights! Boy after my own heart," Ben added ominously.

    "Fine, c'mon, boy," Matti snapped at Hop Sing, "It's high time you were trained!"

    "I hate you!" Hop Sing growled at him.

    "Good, then I can just dislike you and still love my job, though," Matti retorted.  Ben hadn't had such a show in years!

    Matti grabbed Hop Sing by the hand, and didn't even see it coming.

    "Yahhh!" The bald boy shouted, landing a firm kick to Matti's crotch! The trainer went down in tears, holding his wounded genitals and choking. Then he retched. Ben literally fell out of his chair.

    "Now, THAT - I WILL have to punish you for, Hop Sing," Ben told him, pulling open a drawer and producing a large paddle made of pressed black rubbed. "Bend over, grab your ankles. And believe me, Hop Sing, this will hurt me just as much as it does you!  I am NOT Delray," he added, as he paused to summon Dr. Knox.

    "Yes, sir," Hop Sing replied nervously, bending over as he was told. He knew he deserved it. He'd hit Matti, and regardless, it was not acceptable behavior. He'd been taught that by his father.

    "The boy deserves a spanking for that," his collar agreed, but Ben took no notice.

    He swung the paddle, which hit the boy's bare buttocks with a loud POP!

    Hop Sing cried out in pain, but it was no worse than the spankings he'd had at home.

    No worse, until the fifth hit...