Chapter 9:

Hop Sing's First Day at Work

        Hop Sing was only vaguely aware of the following week. Doctor Knox kept both him and Lewie sedated, as was his practice with new nullos. Also being a student of history, it made Knox shiver to think of the barbaric days when boys had simply had their genitals sliced off with a red hot knife and the horrible wound cauterized, with a plug stuck in the urethra to prevent its healing shut. The mortality rate, he'd read, had been as high as 80% in some cultures. But Knox had no mortality rate. In fact, he had a 100% success rate. Given the advances in medical technology with stem cells, skin cultures, and nerve bundle transplantation, all of his new nullos were up and about in one week with little to no adverse physical side effects. Incontinence was the only problem, as it took some of the new nullos time to adjust to the fact that some of the muscles that they used to "hold it" when they had to pee were no longer there. This solved itself with time, and diapers, however. Only on rare occasion did the boy require a soft urethral plug to keep him from wetting himself all the time.

        Twice a day, Knox would change their bandages and check their catheters. He also took the opportunity, since the boys were kept asleep, to give them some extra feeding and drugs. This insured that the new nullos woke up a few pounds heavier - and much hornier. It was his custom to turn them loose at lunchtime on the seventh day of recovery, letting them wake up to find themselves with only a very small, square bandage covering their "nullo place", with all of the tubes and gadgets removed. It was also his custom to let the new nullo remove the patch himself.

        Hop Sing woke up after Lewie did. Actually, it was the excitable boy's chatter that woke him up.

        "WOW! Smoother than girl down there now!" Lewie was saying, "Get fucked more now?"

        Hop Sing groaned as he became lucid again.

        He was in the hospital. He remembered it now - the ceremony, the auction of Peter, the orgy that had broken out when the both of them had been cut...

        And of course, the pain.

        Hop Sing would never forget the pain.

        But now, there was no pain. The hospital was warm, his bed was soft, and he actually felt good. Despite waking up tired, as was the usual after so long a sedation, he didn't feel that bad. He just wasn't as excited as Lewie.

        They'd cut him.

        As his vision cleared, he rubbed his eyes and groaned. Then he looked down between his legs, afraid of what he might see. Would there be blood? It had hurt so bad, having his boy parts sliced off. He'd thought he'd die from the pain. He was afraid to look at himself, so he looked over at Lewie instead. Knox had just gotten the smaller boy on his feet, and Lewie was stretching and asking for something to eat.

        Hop Sing couldn't help but smile at that, Lewie was so comical.

        And he was also smooth.

        Between his legs was only perfect pink skin that didn't quite match the rest of his yellow-gold tanned body. There was no scar - no evidence that he'd ever even HAD a penis or testicles. There wasn't even a hole. Of course, Hop Sing knew that the opening got moved during surgery. He'd seen his friends pee before, squatting down and bending their knees outwards so as not to splash.

        "You can touch it," Knox was saying to Lewie, "Go ahead. You'll find it's very sensitive. Why, some of the nullos can even ALMOST orgasm just by rubbing it."

        Hop Sing watched, quietly, as Lewie inspected himself. The smaller boy shivered as his hands explored his empty crotch. "Oh, wow!" He exclaimed in delight, "Feel good!" He chirped. Then he peed himself. "Hey!"

        Knox laughed and cleaned him up, explaining that if he felt like he had to go, he'd better find a bathroom and try!

        "Well, look who's up!" Knox said cheerfully. "You OK?"

        "I think so, sir," Hop Sing said, "Just tired." Then Lewie was there, hugging him excitedly and chattering so fast that he couldn't catch a word of it. He hugged Hop Sing and kissed him. Mobility, it seemed was not going to be a problem!

        "Take off band-aid! Look!  Look, Hop! Boy things all gone!" Lewie squeaked.

        It was something that Hop Sing had been dreading. He was no longer a boy. He was a eunuch. All that remained of his manhood was a small white patch between his legs. He could already feel that things were VERY different down there. Tentatively, he peeked under the patch.

        There was nothing but perfect skin.

        "You've had a catheter for a week, so don't be surprised if you wet yourself," Knox told him.

        Hop Sing trembled and pulled the patch off, staring in shock at his lack of maleness. He wasn't sure how he felt. Part of him wanted to cry, but another part of him was so glad that it was over and that it didn't hurt. His face showed no emotion.

        "Lewie, why don't you run and go show Ben?" Knox asked, and Lewie hugged him goodbye, thanked him for making him so pretty, and did that. "Bye-bye!" He waved at Hop Sing. Then he was gone.

        "Hop, are you really OK? You're not going to have a panic attack, are you?" Knox asked.

        "No, sir," Hop Sing declared, as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Carefully, he stood up. Already, it felt so different. He took a few steps as Knox held his hand. Walking felt so odd. There was nothing rubbing or bumping.

            It was all gone.

            Then he froze when he saw movement out the corner of his eye. It was a full length mirror, and Hop Sing moved closer and stared.

            He didn't know the person staring back at him, this odd boy with a green collar around his neck.

            He moved his hand to his nullo place.

            The boy in the mirror did the same.

            And that was all it took.

            Knox caught him just as he fainted.

He awoke to find himself back in his dorm room, tucked into bed and diapered. He looked around to see Sander, Chris and Timmy also in bed.  “What time is it?” He mumbled.

“Almost dinnertime, sleepyhead,” his green collar told him. “Someone must have declared it naptime!”

“Boy, what a night,” Chris mumbled, as Timmy sat up and yawned too.

“Hop, buddy!” Timmy grinned at him, instantly coming awake as he usually did, “Wow! Did you and Lewie ever set off a gang-bang the other night! Geeez, man, I don’t think I’ve even been fucked so hard’r’so much in one night! And on top of it being busy season now! They've been talkin' 'bout it all week long!”

“You missed all the fun, you know,” Chris winked at him.

Sander hadn’t moved yet.

“Man, I needed that nap,” Timmy grinned, hobbling towards the bathroom. "Business is good! Hell they been wound up all week! They're still talking about you and Lewie!"

“C’mon, Hop, let’s have a look at ya!” Chris smiled at him, offering him a hand. “’sides, you been in bed for a week. You could use a good hot shower and a enema!”

The last thing that Hop Sing wanted was something up his butt, and he said so, pulling his blanket up to his chin.

“Rules’r’rules,” Timmy laughed, hauling him out of bed, “You gotta be clean!”

“Sander?” Hop Sing asked, as the three of them hit the showers, where Hop Sing reluctantly took his damp diaper off. It seemed that he was having at least some minor control problems.

“Fuck him,” Chris waved it off, which got him and Timmy to laughing. “Well, not that WE could, but…,”

“Whoa! Nice and smooth and pink,” Timmy complimented Hop Sing, “You look a LOT better without that silly cage hanging in-between your legs!”

“Welcome to the club,” Chris said softly. He then kissed Hop Sing’s cheek. Timmy did the same. Hop Sing blushed and covered his empty crotch. But at least it was his friends seeing him like this. He wasn’t sure if he could even go outside now, he was so embarrassed.

“It’s a tradition,” Timmy then said, holding out his hand. “Stand still.” He then placed his hand right on Hop Sing’s nullo place.

Hop Sing gasped.

It felt…good.

Then Chris did the same.

“You’re one of us now, Hop,” Chris said.

“How cute,” Sander mumbled, as he staggered in. Surprised, Hop Sing just stood there. Sander didn’t give him a second look, though. “Good thing YOU were busy being unconscious all week and in the hospital, or you’d have your cute little ass reamed out, too!” He then turned the water on and ignored them all.

Hop Sing stared at him. Sander had the remnants of what looked like a black eye, a swollen nose, and a busted lip. There were bruises on his face and arms and upper body as well, and he looked like he was in pain Hop Sing wondered why he obviously hadn't gone to the doctor.

“Did…did someone beat him up last night?” Hop Sing asked.

“Yeah, I did!” Chris said proudly, “Remember that once? Well, he got it again! And I’m about to do it again, too!”

“You’ll get punished, I told on you,” Sander informed him, with just a little catch in his voice.

Chris shrugged. “No one’s punished me yet for the first two ass-whoopin’s you got?"

Sander just went about his cleanup business and ignored him with Chris and Timmy - and eventually Hop Sing - cleaned up and 'out'.

“C’mon, he ain’t worth it,” Timmy suggested, when they got ready to go, “Let’s go get somethin’ to eat! I’m starvin’!”

“I…I d-don’t think so, thanks, not hungry,” Hop Sing protested, as they all headed out. Chris and Timmy forced him out the door under much protest. The LAST thing that Hop Sing felt up to doing was going into the cafeteria, naked, for everyone to see his brand new nullification. He thought he’d rather die. As the elevator doors closed, he saw that Sander had not come with them.

“Like anyone else looks any different!” Timmy laughed at him. “Hell, you were a freak BEFORE with that cage on your cock! Now you fit in perfect!”

“Uhhh, I guess so,” Hop Sing confessed, as they put on their sandals at the door and headed across the way to eat.

It was Lewie – of course – who spotted Hop Sing and pointed him out to everyone by attacking him. The smaller boy pounced on him and yelled, thrilled to see him, and everyone began clapping. Of course, they’d all seen the ceremony some nights before. Hop Sing was mortified.

“This kid is a menace,” Chris mentioned, as Hop Sing extricated himself from Lewie.

“So who gon’ fuck you first? Ben fuck me right when I got out hospital!” Lewie declared proudly, which got him more applause. Hop Sing turned red in the face as everyone just had to come up and shake his hand and/or kiss his cheek. Thankfully, no one asked or tried to touch his nullo place, though. That seemed to be something that only roomies did. Still, the amount of positive attention and sincere congratulations moved him. He wasn't sure what to think about it.

They were having Chinese food that night, they all noticed. Everyone said it was in honor of the two new eunuchs.

Hop Sing would just as soon as had pizza and less attention.

Then the one person he DIDN’T want any more attention from came over to their table and offered his hand in congratulations.

Matti.

Alone.

“Well, stand up, kid, lemme see you!” Matti ordered him.

Hop Sing offered his hand, too, and Matti took it. He started to rise, then Hop Sing flipped Matti over the table with a yell and a jerk of his arm. The trainer hit the floor flat on his back and got the wind knocked out of him.

“If you ever touch me again, I’ll kill you! I swear!” Hop Sing yelled at him. “You DIDN’T go talk to Sander! You lied to me! You said you would, you promised!”

Matti got up and got his breath. “He’s pissed at you isn’t, he?” Matti asked.

“He won't talk to me, or look at me,” Hop Sing mumbled, going back to his food. Suddenly he wasn’t hungry at all. Everyone was looking at him, staring, and the cafeteria was dead quiet.

“My relationship with Sander is NONE of your business,” Matti told him. “And you ARE gonna pay for that one!”

“Hop Sing, report to Ben’s office when you’re done eating, please!”

“See?” Matti smiled at him evilly, "Get ready to get spanked again!"

Hop Sing got up to go. He wasn’t hungry anymore.

"You're a real jerk, you know that?" Chris told Matti.

"I hear your new hobby is beating up Sander?" Matti asked him, "And how is it you two go unpunished for it?"

"How is it YOU do, for what you do to him?" Timmy snapped, "You didn't leave a mark on him, but YOU tore him up worst!"

Matti stalked off, mumbling.

Hop Sing arrived in Ben’s office, trembling in fear. He’s probably get spanked again, he was sure.

But instead of spanking him, Ben got up from his own dinner and scooped him up into his arms, kissing and hugging him as if he’d just found a long lost, much-missed son. Then he put him down. “Can I touch?” He asked politely, “My, but it looks good! Is it sensitive?” 

“Yes, and y-yes, I guess, sir,” Hop Sing agreed. He had to face it – he was going to have get used to having men do a LOT more than just touching or hugging and kissing him. But Ben’s touch was soft and gentle. He then went to his small fridge and offered the boy a cola. Hop Sing couldn’t believe it. Sodas were a rare treat, just as candy was.

“Come sit on my lap,” Ben offered, which terrified Hop Sing. Ben laughed. “Don’t worry, I just fucked the hell out of little Lewie, so I’m not horny at all. Poor kid, he’d been down in bed for a week, no sex, and you’d have thought he was going to die! Ronnie didn’t even overdose him, either, and no suppository! Can you imagine? Hell of a find, that Lewie! Now, let’s talk about you,” Ben added, with another kiss to Hop Sing’s neck. “How’s my newest, cleanest nullo boy getting along?”

“Bad sir,” Hop Sing sighed, wondering that they weren’t discussing the fact that he’d started to make a career out of beating up Matti instead of fucking clients.

"Well, tell Ben all about it," Ben said, as he pulled up some documents on his screen. "Then we'll go and take your new file pictures!"

Even though he didn't want to, once Hop Sing started talking, he couldn't stop. He told Ben all about his week with Matti, how terrible it had been, how he missed his friends, and how worried he was about Sander. He neglected to mention all the ass-kicking that seemed to be going on. He went into how he'd wanted to ask Sander over, to explain it to him, but how Matti wouldn't let him. Ben's face darkened at that part of the tale.

"So Sander's still a wreck, yes, I know," Ben agreed. "Matti was supposed to straighten all of that out. Looks like he didn't. Well, he'll have plenty of time, since I'm forcing him into two weeks with no pay and putting all the boys off limits for him. Maybe that will get his attention. As for Sander, well, he's about to graduate to trash patrol on the beach and cutting weeds, I think."

"Oh, no sir!" Hop Sing cried, almost choking on his cola. "Please don't do that!"

"Well what should I do?" Ben asked, as he ushered Hop Sing into the studio and began taking pictures. Hop Sing revolved slowly, forcing a smile for the camera.

'I don't know sir," the boy confessed, "but...but there's gotta be something?"

"It's hard labor, or sell him," Ben told Hop Sing, and he actually sounded sad about it. "I can't have him working clients. He's bad for business. And speaking of, I know you don't like being fucked, Hop, but you're healed up. You've got a green collar now, so you're a working boy just like your friends. It's very likely you'll get fucked several times tomorrow. It's the busy season, heating up, and I've got a lot of men standing in line waiting for you and Lewie and the very few other Chinese boys I have. You're very much in demand, you know, and until I get some new recruits, let's say, you're gonna be very busy, Hop!"

"Yes, sir," Hop Sing sighed dejectedly.

"But remember, they won't hurt you. They can't hurt you," Ben reminded him. "And if you're scared, you call ME on your collar, got it? Now, run along. It's a nice night. You've been in bed so long, why don't you have a swim? I'll program the computer to say that you're off duty tonight?"

"Thank you sir," Hop Sing nodded, and remembering his manners and training, and figuring he should, he reached up and hugged Ben. He even kissed his cheek. "Thank you for the pop, too." Ben gave him another one, and a playful slap to the butt. Then he went back to work.

"Wretched, infernal busted machine," he snorted, smacking the screen. "Let me into Hop Sing's database, dammit!"

A swim, Hop Sing thought, sounded like a very good idea. He was just having his dozenth dive off the board when a man in a hideous pair of Bermuda shorts and sandals and approached him. He scanned the boy's collar. "Hop Sing is off duty, and booked solid for the next several days," the collar replied. The man sighed and shook his head. "Can I just watch, then?" He asked.

There was something sad in his voice, though, Hop Sing thought. More out of kindness, as was his very nature, he said, "You can come swim with me, if you want to, sir?"

"That'd be nice," the man nodded, putting his drink down. "You can call me Chan." He then said something in Hop Sing's native language, which made the boy smile despite his predicament. They conversed such, floating around the pool for quite some time before Chan went to sit on the edge. "You remind me a lot of my little brother," he offered. Hop Sing saw that he wasn't even hard. "I didn't really want sex with you," the man offered, "I just thought coming here might make feel better."

"You come here a lot?" Hop Sing asked.

"Whenever I can," Chan replied. Hop Sing got out and sat next to him, despite the fact that he was still embarrassed over his sexual status as a new eunuch. "Can I hug you?" Chan asked. Hop Sing nodded, confused. "Sir, what happened to him, can I ask?"

"He died," was all that Chan said. "You look so much like him," He finally added, before he fell apart. Hop Sing did his best to comfort him, just letting Chan hold him until he'd cried it out. The man was a total mess, really, and Hop Sing thought about finding a guard or calling the doctor.

"Walk him back to his room, and get him another stiff drink," Hop Sing's collar whispered to him. Hop Sing did that. His collar registered what he'd done, much to Ben's surprise, who turned all the cameras on him.

"You wanna watch a movie, or just talk?" Chan asked, and the boy nodded. After all, he couldn't have sex with him - not unless he raped him - and his collar was telling him that that would get Chan shot, more than likely.

"I like fight movies?" Hop Sing suggested, as he held the man's hand and walked him back to his room, where it didn't take long for him to get totally drunk and pass out. Hop Sing put him to bed and left.

"Unbelieveable," both Ben Toeber and Mr. Tsu breathed, as they both spied on Hop Sing, watching over him.

It was very late when Hop Sing got home.

Sander was gone, out past curfew again, but Chris and Timmy were still up sitting on the balcony. "Well, look what the cat dragged in," Chris smiled. "I asked my collar to locate you...,"

"And it said you were with a client!" Timmy exclaimed, "How was it? I can't believe you DID it, first day out!"

"I didn't," Hop Sing explained. "He was upset. All he wanted was a boy to talk to and cuddle with."

"That's IT?!" Timmy squealed in disbelief, "You got a client, a job, and you didn't get fucked?! WHAT is that?!"

"He said I looked like his little brother," Hop Sing offered.

"Ohhh, one of THOSE," Chris laughed.

"Nothing happened!"

"Sure," Timmy smiled at him, "You better go wash out, then, it's way past bedtime."

"Nothing DID happen, and YES it is PAST bedtime!" Their collars all yelled at them, which shut Timmy up fast.

"Get plenty of rest, Q., because tomorrow is going to be a BAD day. There's nothing I can do about it - it's expected that you perform the duty. Remember - for your family."

"Yes, father,"  Hop Sing whispered back.

"I love you, Q.," the collar whispered.

"I love you too," Hop replied.

Chris and Timmy overheard THAT one and giggled.

Hop Sing didn't sleep much that night.

He knew that his first day "on duty" had finally come.

At some time in the night, a jet plane woke him up, but he thought that he was dreaming.

***

Breakfast was a nervous affair. As usual, Sander was sitting alone. Hop Sing was trying to eat, but he wasn't doing very well. He also wasn't happy that he'd been ordered to report to Doctor Knox on the way to breakfast, where he'd been given another "horny-shot" and had one of those irritating "butt-bullets" put up his ass to inflame his rectum and swell his prostate. He was just picking at his food, squirming on his chair, when Matti came by and went to sit with Sander. Normally, he would have been very interested in what was taking place between them - he felt so bad for Sander despite what he's said to him - but his ass itched so bad that it was making him crazy.

"Hop Sing! Hop Sing!" Lewie was chattering, "Guess what? Guess what?"

"Uhhh, you're a slut?" Timmy asked, grinning.

"No! Well, yeah!" Lewie reconsidered, "Fuckin' fun! But no! I get room in boys' hotel tonight!"

"Where do you live now?" Chris asked. In fact, none of them had ever thought about it.

"With Ben, but I moving out!" Lewie said proudly. "Big boy now, Ben say! Get own room!" Then he was gone.

"Gods, I hope they put him on the 2nd floor, not ours," Chris sighed, as Hop Sing got up. He chugged down his milk and stacked his tray.

"Where you going?" Timmy asked.

"I - don't - know," Hop Sing growled, walking funny and twisting his butt cheeks.

"Any other time, this'd be funny," Chris said.

"Poor kid," Timmy agreed, "And you know he hates it! Say, you horny? I am!"

They both laughed and followed Hop Sing out.

No one stopped to say a word to Sander, who was still deep in conversation with Matti.

True to Ben's words, half an hour after breakfast, Hop Sing's first client showed up at the rendezvous point near the pool where his collar had told him to go. He was a Chinese man, somewhat tall, and he was lounging in a deck chair. Hop Sing swallowed hard, braced himself, and greeted him. Forcing a smile, he asked, "Hello, are you Mr. Wu?" He probably wasn't, as there were also a disproportionate number of "Mr. Smith's" on the island, too. Wu raised his sunglasses. "My name is Hop Sing, sir," the slave offered, holding out his hand. Wu took it and slowly turned him around.

"Yes, just cut and healed, Ben was right. First job?" Wu asked anxiously.

"Yes, sir, I hope I do it right, sir," Hop Sing nodded, fighting down the urge to run away.

For my family, he reminded himself.

"Well, it's hard to mess up in the water. I like the beach, and I paid a lot of money for you. Ben and me go WAY back, so I got first crack at you! Now, mind, I paid a LOT for you, boy," Wu said sternly, but no harsher than Hop Sing was used to from his father. "And I expect it to be good! But I won't punish you or write you up badly if you mess up. That's why Ben came to me first. Let's go, then!" He took Hop Sing's hand and led him off.

"100 CR says that Hop Sing hits him," Chris bet with Timmy.

"You're on," Timmy agreed, as they sneaked off to follow them.

***

Back in his rented room, and watching Ben's security cameras through his link to Hop Sing's collar, Mr. Tsu sighed.

Some strange man was about to fuck his son.

"I should have killed myself," Tsu moaned, as he switched to audio only.

***

The beach brought back BAD memories for Hop Sing, and although he was terrified of sex with a stranger, Mr. Wu was gentle. He held the boy's hand all the way. He oiled him all over with lotion. He even spread a blanket and massaged the boy's back for a long time before he even kissed him. He went so far as to fetch a small pillow from the lifeguard station, and one of the small red enema bulbs "just to make sure" and used the long black tip to loosen the boy up. After a week of recovery, Hop Sing's anus had tightened back up. It was uncomfortable, but it was tolerable. Don't panic, the boy told himself over and over again. He's nice enough. Don't panic! Don't hit him!

"Hit him, hit him!" Chris said from their hiding place around the lifeguard stand.

"Are you into violence, boys?" A pair of guests asked them, laughing and scanning their collars. Timmy and Chris had to go to work and missed most of the show, although they did catch glimpses of it. True to form, Timmy orgasmed and fainted.

It began with the massage and progressed to nuzzling and deep kissing. That part Hop Sing could live with, with only a little unease. He liked to cuddle and actually liked being touched, and the foreplay wasn't THAT much different. It was the caressing of his nullo place, though, that got to him. It felt so good, and he didn't want it to. But there was nothing that he could do about it. His ass itched so bad, and he was literally burning for some kind of relief. Then Wu moved to kiss his nullo place, licking him, and telling him over and over how beautiful he was. It was driving Hop Sing wild, and he was covered in shame as well as sweat. It went on for what felt like forever, with Hop Sing feeling as if he were either going to pee all over the place, or just explode. He was trembling so badly and he couldn't talk.

Then Wu moved into the position for the slave boy to service him orally. Fighting down the urge to throw up, and still feeling like he was going to explode, Hop Sing did that as Wu reached around to finger-fuck him. Wu's cock almost gagged him, but Matti had trained him well. He managed to take it without puking. Surely he's gonna cum by now, Hop Sing thought, when Wu moved again, subtly, to reposition himself. He pulled his cock out of Hop Sing's mouth, and rolled the boy over, raising his legs to hold them up at his own shoulders.

It was, the boy knew, the favored position for a slave. It made it easier for the neutered boy to orgasm.

Hop Sing felt the head of Wu's warm cock against his hole, pressing. He was somewhat loose, but as it began to slide in, it hurt a little. He gasped, and his eyes went wide as Wu entered him.

He was huge.

It felt like Hop Sing was being torn in half.

Wu was larger than Matti, but even though he was doing it gently, Hop Sing teared up and bit his lip. He was only barely conscious of his training, and instinct began to take over as Wu thrust at him - albeit slowly and gently.

It was driving him mad.

He would orgasm, he knew.

It would be shameful.

And yet he moved in time with Wu, in the rhythm of sex.

Busy with their own clients down the way, Chris and Timmy - who were actually on their tummies and lying face to face at the time - were only afforded glances now and then. It was probably a good thing that Hop Sing didn't know that he had an audience.

Wu's cock was huge inside of him. It pressed up against his bowels, making them slide open. But Hop Sing was clean. As Wu moved, he totally relaxed and then gripped tightly with his ass muscles. The burning was bad, but the internal itch was subsiding. There was relief in his shame, and Hop Sing had to have it. His body demanded he have it.

And so he worked at it.

Wu was groaning, repeating a mantra of, "Perfect boy," over and over.

Hop Sing felt far from perfect.

He felt dirty.

Still, Wu moved within him.

And Hop Sing moved with him.

He felt he would surely die if he didn't find relief soon.

And then he felt Wu's hot juices being sprayed up inside of him.

Hop Sing cried out, and his enlarged prostate reacted to the final stimulation.

He came as well.

It felt so good....

Hop Sing screamed again as Wu touched his nullo place, sending him over the edge as he thrust harder at the boy's hole.

The climax was unbelievable.

Hop Sing fainted.

"Hop, wake up!" Someone was saying. Someone was patting his face, and dripping cool water on him.

"Hop Sing, you in there?" he heard Chris asking.

Chris?

The slave boy opened his eyes and looked around. It was very bright out. He was on the beach. He was on the beach, and his butt hurt.

But it didn't itch anymore.

"He's alive," Timmy was saying, "You owe me," he then told Chris.

Then Hop Sing remembered Mr. Wu. With wide eyes, he looked around to see the man returning from the concession stand with two large drinks. But at least Wu was smiling. "Good thing your friends heard and  came running," Wu said, handing Hop Sing a drink. "Ben said you were a fainter, and I see you are!"

"Y-you're not mad at me, sir?" Hop Sing wondered, although he really wished that everyone would just go away and leave him be.

"Mad? Mad?" Wu laughed, "Drink up, little friend! It's going to be a long day!"

Timmy fell over laughing. Hop Sing, trembling in humiliation, gulped his drink.

It was loaded with alcohol.

His head rushed, and he got dizzy.

"Let's have a nice swim in the shallow lagoon, then we'll do it in the water!" Wu suggested, as Chris and Timmy and their guests patted Hop Sing's head and left them.

I wish I was dead, Hop Sing thought, as he took Wu's hand and stumbled towards the lagoon.

But at least his butt didn't itch inside anymore.

Wu fucked him three times before lunch. After the third time, Hop Sing had to be carried back to the complex. He really didn't know how he got INTO the cafeteria, but when he did, he came to his senses sitting there with a plate of food and Timmy and Chris looking at him. His head hurt.

"No one can look that dumb and not be in Pleasureville," Timmy mused.

"Three times in a row?" Chris asked, amazed, "First day? Hell my first day, they let me rest after once - til after lunch!"

"M-Mr. W-Wu wuz...wuz...n-nice to me," Hop Sing managed.

"He's drunk," Sander snorted as he walked by. "WHO gave him liquor? That's not allowed?"

"What do you care?" Chris snapped at him, missing the look on Sander's normally stormy face. The look faded, unnoticed.

"Sander?" Hop Sing said very softly.

"I have to go see Matti," Sander waved him off. "Don't have TOO much fun, slutboy!" He sneered.

After lunch, Hop Sing was scheduled for a two hour nap after he cleaned himself.  He needed it, too. His next client had a hard time waking him up, which fortunately, the client thought was adorable. He carried the slave boy down to an area near the grass of the golf course, but with no golf clubs. Still groggy, Hop Sing wasn't sure if he did well or not. All he knew was that this man fucked him while he lay on his stomach, and Hop Sing didn't orgasm. He was glad of that, but his butt felt very loose when he was done. He woke up again to the sensation of his nullo place being kissed. He was being cuddled, and he was obliged to assume the 69-position. He almost choked, but this client was small in comparison. That probably explained why he failed to orgasm again on the next fuck.

It was his fifth one of the day.

"C'mon, lil' buddy," the client told him when they were done. "I'll give you a lift in the golf cart. Did I hurt you?"

"No, sir," Hop Sing answered, "I'm just very tired, sir. I'm sorry."

"I like sleepy boys," the client winked at him, kissing him again. Hop Sing never did catch his name.

He was dropped off at the pool, where he met up with Sander again. Sander had also just come off of a job, and the client hadn't been happy at all. The intercom was paging Sander to report to Ben's office at once, on the double! Unfortunately, that left Matti alone at the pool. Hop Sing was too tired to move, though. He just lay in his chair and groaned.

"Rough first day?" Matti asked.

"Yes, sir," Hop Sing replied automatically.

"Listen, Hop, about earlier," Matti offered, "I spoke to Sander. I really did. I know you hate me, and you won't believe me, but I did talk to him. He's so messed up in the head, even I can't get through to him. He just thinks I only wanna fuck him then forget him again. I know he's been bad to you, Hop, but try. He needs you to be there, he really does. And I don't know what to do. I love him, too, Hop, but I loved him wrong. It's all my fault."

Matti sounded so sincere, but Hop Sing didn't know whether to believe him or not. He was just too tired. He was even too tired to hate Matti just then, and that was tired!

"Gimme a hand, will ya, Sean?" Hop Sing heard a familiar voice then call. Hop Sing looked up to see Pudge, the fat boy, and Sean, the Irish boy, helping Lewie along the walkway to the pool.  Lewie's feet were moving some, but the smaller boy was sound asleep. They deposited him with Hop Sing.

"Thanks," Hop Sing mumbled, wondering just what he was supposed to do with a sleeping Lewie.

"You better help him," Pudge offered, "We would, but we're booked!"

"See ya's!" Sean waved.

"I've seen everything now," Matti sighed, taking Lewie and offering Hop Sing a hand up. "Let's go get you two cleaned out and ready. On second thought, I think I better take Ben's pet back to him, Sander or not. Just don't hit me, OK?"

"OK," Hop Sing agreed, as Matti took his hand and slung Lewie over his shoulder.

They went to a restroom, and Hop Sing was actually glad to get the cool small volume enema to clean his rectum. It felt good. Lewie never even woke up. It was clear that the smaller boy was done for the day.

When they returned to the pool, Doctor Knox was there. Someone had summoned him, and he checked both of the exhausted Chinese boys over from head to foot. When he was done, Hop Sing's collar buzzed him. "Hop Sing, you have a client on the soccer field in ten minutes." Knox gave him another "butt-bullet", inserting it deeply, but assured the boy that it was a mild upper to keep him going. "You doing OK?" He asked.

"No, sir," Hop Sing replied, and it was the truth. He was so tired and sore and humiliated. He just wanted the day to end, so he could go to bed.

But in a few minutes, the suppository hit him. He was again fully awake, and his client on the soccer field - under the goal net, no less - kept him entertained up until dinnertime. By the time they were done, and Hop Sing had rinsed out again, he wanted to do anything but eat. He just wanted to go back to his room and sleep.

He'd been fucked eight times that day, and the taste of semen in his mouth was gagging him.

"I can't do this for two years," he whimpered, as he skipped dinner and headed back to his room.

"You must," his collar told him.

Hop Sing was crying again when he stumbled into his room.

And there stood Sander.

"Boy, you look like shit," Sander observed, taking Hop Sing's trembling hand and leading him to the shower.

"Sander?"

"Yeah, that's me. Sander. Ex-darling, former sex-slave boy, and now overall janitor here," Sander announced, as he stuck the enema hose up Hop Sing's butt and turned it on. "I bet you're full of it," he mused, as he began washing the exhausted boy off. Hop Sing looked up and saw that Sander was now wearing a red collar. "I can't be touched, which also means I can't be fucked. But Ben isn't cutting off my meds," Sander groused, as he scrubbed away at Hop Sing as if polishing some silver. "So, I'll be horny, frustrated, of course still a nullo, while I pick up trash, cut grass, polish golf clubs, give directions, and wash dishes," he said. "Guess I had it coming, huh? Now, release!" He told Hop Sing, as he pulled the enema nozzle out. It wasn't much of a tug, either, and Hop Sing emptied his bowels and bladder for what felt like forever.

"I...I wanna die," Hop Sing moaned.

"I know," Sander agreed, but not in that usual evil tone. "So do I. I have for a long time. I might. Soon."

"I can't do it, Sander," Hop Sing sniffled, as Sander toweled him off and led him to bed. He got them some drinks and some snacks from the fridge.

"You WILL do it, for your little brother!" Sander almost yelled at him. "Ben told me your story, verified it. Chewed my butt out good, right before he fucked it, that is! How noble you are, Hop Sing Tsu," Sander said, touching Hop Sing's cheek. "And Hop?"

"Yes?" Hop Sing asked, with his heart hammering. He really didn't think he could take any more cruelty that day. He would surely die if he did.

"I'm sorry," Sander offered.

And Hop Sing finally smiled. He put down his drink and held out his hands. Reluctantly, Sander took them.

"You hurt so bad, that the only thing you could see was to hurt others," Hop Sing told him, pulling him closer.

"I...I hurt you," Sander sniffled. "You were good to me, and I...,"

"But I could bear it," Hop Sing corrected him.

"But I can't!" Sander cried, "I...I wuz gonna jump...off...off the balcony..., right when you came in, Hop! I was! If you hadn't opened the door, I...I...I'd be...,"

"Road kill?" Hop Sing asked.

"Yeah," Sander laughed, as he let his friend hug him. "I lost it all, Hop. First my boyhood, then Matti, then my daddy, then my best friend. Now I've even lost Ben, and the clients. Hell, I don't even have a puppy," Sander shook his head. "I always wanted a puppy. Stupid me," he snorted.

"You still have me," Hop Sing offered, as they nibbled on their snacks. They weren't hungry, but their exhausted bodies wanted it.

"Really?" Sander asked distrustfully. Hop Sing understood.

"I still love you, brother," he assured him, putting his arm around him. "And brothers fight sometimes. But they make up."

"Yes, they do," Hop Sing's collar spoke up. Sander winced.

"It STILL talks like that?" He asked.

"Yes, it's my father's voice," Hop Sing smiled. He'd  smiled so little that day. "We love you," Hop Sing repeated.

"And I'm sorry for you," Sander replied dismally. "'cause I don't think I CAN love anymore. I think they cut that outta me."

Hop Sing embraced him, and Sander finally broke down. Hop Sing held him as he finally cried out all the hurt he'd endured since coming to San Carlos Island. "It'll be better tomorrow," Hop Sing assured him, rubbing his back.

"No! It won't," Sander sobbed.

"C'mon, you can sleep in my bed tonight," Hop Sing told him, pulling back his blanket as the AC kicked up. They snuggled up together, two chaste nullos, totally unable - but yet unwilling - to do anything else but hold one another.

The simple feel of skin on skin was enough for them.

Tenderly, Hop Sing kissed Sander on the mouth.

He returned the kiss, holding his 'brother' tightly.

He'd never had a brother, either.

It was nice, Sander thought.

And they soon feel asleep in each others' arms.

Hours later, Timmy and Chris came home to a shock.

"Jesus, man, they've killed each other!" Timmy breathed, when he saw them in bed together.