Chapter 08

Nullification

***

Shame.

There was no other word for it.

It was what Hop Sing had felt every time he had looked at Matti.

It was what he had felt every time he thought of Sander, once he'd been assigned to Matti.

It was what he STILL felt every time that Matti fucked him.

No, not just 'fucked him'.

Raped him.

That was how Hop Sing felt about it.

And now, shame was what he felt every time that he looked in the mirror.

Gone was the smiling round face that he had always seen. The sparkle in the eyes had gone out. The smile was gone. Now, there was only a reversed image of someone that Hop Sing didn't know. Someone they kept saying was beautiful. Yet every morning during his training, since the first day after his fucking, in fact, he'd faced that strange boy in the mirror and said the same thing: "For my family." It was the only way he could face it.

And yet that was what pained him the most. He wouldn't see them again for two years. When he did, Guo Jian would be almost 16 and well on the way to manhood. Jie Kang would be 6, almost 7, and Hop Sing wondered if his little brother would even remember him.

And he himself would be almost 14 - and a eunuch.

Not a man.

Not ever.

Will they even want me back? He wondered, several times a day in fact.

Hop Sing had been wondering that even more as the week of training progressed. But the day at the beach had done him far more harm than good, just the opposite of what Matti had expected. It had been fun playing with little Lewie in the ocean, and since Hop Sing was older, it was almost as if he were back home again and on vacation with his little brother Jie Kang.

And then Matti had called to him.

And then he'd fucked him.

Right there on the beach.

Right in front of Ben and Lewie.

And he'd made him orgasm, shaming him in front of them. Hop Sing had no doubt that he'd looked like he was enjoying it. Even though he'd sobbed with the shame of it afterwards, Ben's words still burned in his mind: "Sure looked like one hell of a climax to me! No one can look that silly on purpose, and still be miserable too!"

And Lewie had laughed.

If Hop Sing hadn't already puked his guts up before, he would have again. But there was nothing to come up. He could only imagine what he looked like, laying there in the sand with the water lapping at him, as lubricant and Matti's cum leaked out of his distended hole. He'd lain there, hoping that the tide would drag him out to sea. He'd drown. Then he'd be gone. Surely there was life insurance in his contract. Hop Sing knew about insurance...

...and he now knew why Sander was so miserable.

What Sander craved - the only thing that could sustain him - was being forced upon Hop Sing.

And he didn't want it.

He hated it.

And it shamed him.

He thought of Sander as a brother, and while he was lying there in the sand, hoping for a tsunami to take him away, he realized that he loved him.

But with the chaste love of a brother.

The fact that Hop Sing didn't think Sander could ever understand his love for him tore at him as well.

It was shameful, how he was suffering through what Sander so needed.

So shameful, that all he could do was lay there and cry.

Others had seen them as well. Hop Sing wasn't the only boy in training at that time, and the beach was popular for late week trainees. Hop Sing knew that there were at least two other trainers and boys who'd seen his shame.

The last thing he remembered hearing was Ben stalking off and muttering about losing money and Matti having failed two of the last three times.

Yet he didn't understand it. Ben was always so kind to all of the boys.

"You're going to drown when the tide comes in," Matti was saying.

"I hate you," was all the boy could manage. It was some time before Matti spoke again.

"You know, you'll probably get me fired, or at least docked in pay," Matti mused, sounding disgusted. "Not that I have bills, and I do have that trust fund from when Ben bought and sold me, but that's not the point."

"All you want is to fuck," Hop Sing declared, finally lifting his head out of the damp sand. "You destroyed Sander, and now you wish to destroy me! You live by destroying boys with your lusts! But I won't! I won't be killed inside by you!"

"Because your little brothers need you, la la la," Matti shook his head. "Tell me another story. And you've got ME all wrong, kid."

And that was what triggered the adrenaline rush that Hop Sing's body needed. He got to his feet, oriented himself, and with a move that belied his exhausted state, rammed the palm of his hand into Matti's chin. The trainer flipped over backwards and did not get back up. Hop Sing tapped his collar. "Medical emergency, trainers' beach area." He told it.

"The asshole deserved that one, Q.," the collar replied, and Hop Sing gasped in shock. There it was again - his nickname!

"Father?" He asked, finally making the connection. No one but his father ever called him "Q".

"A part of him, my son," the collar replied.

"I...I hit him again, father!" Hop Sing wailed, "I couldn't help it! They'll beat me!"

"Lie to them," the collar said, "I give you permission. Say he fell down. If there is video, I will find it. I will edit it. Tell no one, Q! NO ONE!" The collar ordered him in that tone that his father ALWAYS used when he was NOT to be second guessed.

And Hop Sing did.

Matti didn't even remember what had hit him, but the shock that his own discharged red collar had given him might have had something to do with it when the main computer shorted it, sending a power surge right into his neck. It was written off as a defective red collar, and replaced that day. Matti just figured that Hop Sing had hit him again.

Later, in the hospital, Hop Sing had come to visit Matti and promised to do better. He'd then been summoned to Ben's office for a serious talk, where he'd promised to do better as well. He still had a few days to train, and he swore he'd learn. He'd even offered to service Ben to prove it, but Ben had declined, stating that he didn't want to be beaten up either. Hop Sing didn't get the joke.

"Let me make this clear," Ben informed him, "If you screw up half as bad as Sander, I'll revoke your trust fund in a heartbeat! I can't get back my money from your father, I'm sure that's gone by now. But I can make you sign your part back over, boy. And I will! It's bad business lately, bad examples, you and Sander, and I won't have it. If you mess up, you'll leave this island a nullified eunuch with no money and probably no future. I know your culture, Hop Sing. I know what an impotent, sonless son will face. You'll be an outcast. In fact, I still harbor some hopes of getting that cute little brother of yours!"

Hop Sing almost hit him.

He stood there trembling at the words, at the threat. No way would he let Ben Toeber get his hands on Jie Kang and bring him to this terrible place. He would give up his life first! And he said so.

"So," Ben then smiled at him, opening his arms to him and his expression changing completely, "Why give up your life? Give up your pride, and your ass, and live. Fuck for two years, have fun, have vacation time, and get rich. Why die in the process?"

"Dying no fun," Lewie agreed. "Fucking's fun!"

Hop Sing was stunned. He hadn't even known Lewie was there. He'd been under the desk.

"Hop, the only reason I know your little brother's name is because it's public record. I only said that to try and light a fire under you, you know, stir you up and get you to thinking? I think, from the shade of red of your face, that I succeeded?" Ben explained. "And you know what? It won't be long until you're allowed a family visit. YOU can't leave the island, but your father - even a brother - could come here. I could make sure the boys didn't see the more interesting side of our life here, and you could even have clothes to hide your ... uhhhm ... neutered condition?" Ben proposed.

"Sir," Hop Sing whispered, "Talk freely?" He reminded Ben of his own words. "I don't believe you!"

"So, then it follows," Ben countered, "That you think that I, or some other bad men, CAN indeed get your brothers? If you believe that, then you'll still work hard and not die on me? They used to call that a 'Catch-22', I think!"

"Sir," Hop Sing then asked, bowing his head. "I promise to work for you. I agreed to. For my family. I cannot betray them, and so I cannot betray you because of the contract. But sir, I need to know," the boy paused, his eyes fixed upon Lewie's small form for some reason, "WHEN will I be cut?"

"In a few days, when Matti releases you from training," Ben assured him. "You'll be nullified, Hop. Penis and testicles, all of it, all at once. When Ronnie...Doctor Knox...fixes you up afterwards, you'll a smooth, beautiful nullo just like all your friends."

"Me too?" Lewie piped up, and Ben patted his head and nodded.

"Thank you, sir," Hop Sing bowed slightly, as he headed out to go back to meet Matti in the hospital.

"Well done," his collar congratulated him. "You honor us with your sacrifice. By all means, my son, live!"

    ***

On the other end of the secret connection, sustained by the microchip implanted in Hop Sing's neck, Mr. Tsu hung his head in a shame of his own. He hadn't gone home since returning from San Carlos Island. He could not face his family. He had lied and told them that Hop Sing was now apprenticed to a businessman on a faraway tropical resort island. He hadn't really lied. He'd just not told them that he'd literally sold his son - more like rented him out - for two years to be a sex slave to men.

And that the boy would come back in two years as a eunuch.

He would no longer be a boy.

Not male.

He would be a eunuch.

And he would never have sons.

THAT shame would be impossible to hide, Tsu knew. Eunuchs had physical features that could be spotted.

But that would be in two years.

For that moment, Tsu busied himself with the plan to use Hop Sing's collar to take down the security system. Of course he knew that the system would fail at a given time, there was a bug in the code that Wong insisted that he write. It was intentional, Tsu knew, but he didn't know why. And he didn't dare ask.

The boy would be neutered in a few days. He would need at least a week to heal, maybe two. The thought of it sickened him, but with or without his manhood, Hop Sing was still his boy. His favorite son.

He would still love him.

Nothing could stop him from loving him.

Castration or not.

Tsu got down to work. Using the collar connection, he moved some money out of Matti's account into the Sander-boy's one for revenge. Hop Sing had told him, rather, thought he was just telling the computer, about how he loved his new brother and felt so bad for him. Tsu didn't mind it at all - Matti was well off. Ben had paid him over time, and the boy had nothing to spend it on. His red collar made him just as much a prisoner of the island as if it were green, and the island took care of Matti. Tsu congratulated himself on the overload idea, though. After all, this Matti was fucking his son, making him miserable. It was a small comfort. He then moved half of Sander's funds into an independent trust fund account in a Swiss bank. He moved Hop Sing's as well, eliminating Ben Toeber's name from them. He set up the "pay upon death" clause as a loop between the boys. Once that was done, he put a "liar" subroutine in place for Ben, in case of audits. On impulse, he then pulled up a security video of this Sander-person. If Hop Sing cared about him that much, Tsu wanted to at least know what he looked like.

He was stunned.

Sander was the most beautiful boy he'd ever seen. Beautiful eunuch, he corrected himself, as he stared at the smoothness and nonsexual appearance of the boy before him. That's what they'll do my son, he thought, as the reality of it hit him. He sat there for quite a while, suddenly understanding his son's affection for this boy. Just the sight of him was enough to make Tsu want to take him home and keep him, too. He looked so helpless, so vulnerable...and there was just something about him that gave Tsu chills. Watch him, Tsu thought, perhaps with some glimmer of foresight or psychic warning, That boy needs watched over! And so he programmed that, too.

He then began doctoring island security records to show that Hop Sing was doing well. Somehow - he just wasn't sure how - he'd also falsify the boy's client ratings when they began to come in. No way was Ben Toeber selling off HIS son to some other pervert...like John Wong.

It was bad enough that Wong was going to be back on San Carlos soon, to implement the free upgrade of their security system. Tsu just prayed that Wong wouldn't be allowed to see Hop Sing. He was just going there to 'work'; it was all business. Sure it is, Tsu told himself, laughing, There's surely a way I can use this. Expose Wong for what he is - someone who likes little boys - neutered little boys - and someone who arranged to take my son's manhood! Someone who abused my family's trust and sneaked nude images of my boy to these people! Security upgrade indeed! More like security breach!

And that was when it all hit him: Upgrade to the system at San Carlos, where neutered boys could be used, bought and sold - John Wong, who had all along been using his relationship to stalk Hop Sing and get it set up to where Hop Sing would have to go to San Carlos - John Wong delivering the upgrade to Ben Toeber, when the software had a glaring, obvious bug in it - John Wong on the island with his son - and with a "rickety" security software watching over the boys! Again his eyes drifted to the Sander pictures as Tsu truly realized what was going to happen - what had to happen. The evidence was staring him in the face.

Tsu knew.

Ben Toeber had no clue what was about to happen on his island.

But then again, Tsu knew, Ben Toeber also thought that he was going to keep Hop Sing for two more years.

Tsu smiled as the chip in Hop Sing's neck reported back to him. He would fix all that. After all, it was HIS code. Then his smile faded.

That damnable Matti was going to fuck his son again!

***

It wasn't that Hop Sing didn't try.

He really did.

He just couldn't handle the shame that Matti heaped upon him day after day.

He even explained it as best he could. He talked of Sander, his own guilt, and his honor. By the end of the week, even though he was now orgasming every single time he was fucked, and he was getting good at it, Matti was done with him. Normally, he liked to take more time, but Hop Sing was making him crazy. And scared.

"He's got the basics of it, the physical part, both oral and anal," Matti put in his report. "But the hatefulness, which Hop Sing claims is all aimed at me, is going to be a problem. Why no one believes my reports of abuse, I don't know. I'm tired of this little shit beating the hell out of me! I certify him trained in the art of pleasuring clients, but I must add a warning to anyone who tries to fuck him! I would also claim that the boy is emotionally damaged, and will likely be a liability to the Island. While he CAN please men, and knows the mechanics, he does NOT enjoy it."

And so it was, at the end of his seventh day of training, Hop Sing was certified as an official San Carlos Island Pleasure Slave and discharged from his training with Matti.

All that remained was his nullification.

***

Damn, Ben thought. He knew at the time it was a mistake to buy the boy.  He must have known.  Otherwise he would have told him about the sex.  Somehow, Ben had overlooked that at the time.  He'd told Hop Sing that he was likely to be neutered, and the boy had still signed the contract.  But he had neglected to tell him he was going to be fucked, likely several times a day for the next two years.  Just a slight oversight, that. But WHY hadn't anyone else told the kid?! Hell, nine of ten of his newbies at least ASSUMED that there was sex involved! Gods, was this kid naive!

But he had wanted the kid.  He had so few Chinese nullos and none as beautiful as Hop Sing.  Also, each year brought more and more Chinese clients.  China was the richest nation in the world.  Many of its citizens were billionaires and were already clients of San Carlos Island, and they had friends.  Ben hadn't been able to supply Chinese nullos to all those that had asked for them, but at least, he HAD been able to make some new supply connections from his clients. That was where Lewie had come from.

And he had already decided to recruit more Chinese boys for the island when Tsu had arrived with Hop Sing.

Damn it.  He had told the boy he would be nullified.  Wouldn't you think that would concern the boy more than the sex?  But it had turned out that sex was the big hang up.  The kid didn't like it, even though he had Matti for a trainer.

Matti was the best trainer Ben had.  Everyone one of his trainees fell in love with him, coming to enjoy sex, because they loved being fucked by Matti, wanting to please him.  For most, it wasn't hard to transition to having sex with clients.  Matti had taught them that having sex -- being fucked -- was pleasurable.  Without fail, he had taught his trainees to orgasm and that orgasms felt good.  After Matti had moved on to another trainee, the only way the boy could orgasm was with a client.

Even if they formed a relationship with another slave, that slave didn't have a penis -- or if he had a penis, he didn't have testicles and couldn't get an erection.  He couldn't get the other boy off.  Matti had trained the boys well.  Only a cock up their ass could bring them to orgasm - and the boys were no longer sex toys in their dorm rooms.  

Of course there were failures.  Sander had been one.  Ben hadn't decided what he'd do with the boy yet.  He could sell him to a brothel, but that wouldn't even bring more than 100,000 CR, a tenth of what he'd paid for the kid.  The problem with him, though, wasn't that he'd failed to fall in love with Matti, but that he'd loved him too much.  That and  his own father had been his first client.  That had definitely been a mistake.  Ben had misjudged the boy there. 

He had thought the boy wanted to fuck his father.  Sander had displayed all the signs of jealousy that first night, when his father had fucked Chris, Sander's best friend.  Ben had been certain that Sander wished it had been him instead, but apparently all the boy had wanted was to be loved by his father -- as a father, not as a lover.

That and losing Matti, after he moved on to another trainee, had broken Sander's spirit.  He went through the motions when assigned to a client, but clients paid for more than that.  Most were looking for love -- or the illusion of love.  They wanted to believe that the boy loved them.  Sander provided none of them with that illusion.

Now he had another kid that was likely to be as much -- or more -- trouble as Sander.  At least Sander had fallen in love with Matti -- too much in love with him, actually.  Hop Sing hadn't.  He hated Matti, not that it was Matti's fault.  Hop Sing would have hated any trainer.  He hated sex.   He didn't like being fucked.  The boy was apparently a diehard heterosexual; he'd even mentioned kissing a girl.  He didn't like having another boy's cock up his ass, not even Matti's. But there was also the love factor. Hop Sing came from a loving home, and that had been all torn away from him. Sander hadn't been loved, not really. Sander was also hopelessly in love with Matti, and Hop Sing hated Matti. But Hop Sing also loved Sander, so Ben had found out. And now Matti was training Hop Sing...

It was a very twisted lovers' triangle, but it made Ben think.

He could rescind Hop Sing's contract, but what good would that do?  He had paid out a million credits to Hop Sing's father.  Even if he sued, he wasn't likely to recoup that.  From what Tsu had said that day in the office, he owed that money to others, likely gangsters from what Tsu had said to Hop Sing that day.  More than likely, the money was already gone.

Of course Ben could have absorbed the losses.  A billionaire several times over, a million credits was nothing to him.  But one didn't get to be a billionaire by blowing off a million credits here and a million credits there.  It would have gone against Ben's most basic principals.  Had it been ten credits, not a million, Ben would have still been reluctant to blow it off.  He was a businessman.  He expected to make money on every transaction.

There had been other boys before Sander, ones that couldn't adjust to becoming love slaves.  Sometimes Ben had been forced to absorb the loss, either selling the boy to a brothel at a loss, or releasing him from his contract, before or after nullifying him.

Yes.  At one time, Ben actually let a boy out of his contract if he refused to be nullified, but no longer.  If the boy signed, he WAS going to be nullified, whether Ben ever recouped full value from the kid or not.  Ben liked nullifying boys.   That's how he got into the business in the first place.  He liked cutting off a boy's penis and testicles, denying him forever a wet orgasm. 

They might enjoy sex.  It was his business to see that they did.  But they would enjoy it like a woman enjoys sex, not like a man.  By the nature of being a nullo, the boy would necessarily be submissive, the fuckee, not the fucker - forever dependent on his partner for pleasure.

Hop Sing was going to lose his cock and balls that night in the arena.  The only question was whether Ben would do it himself or let Matti do it. 

Ben laughed to himself, remembering the first time Matti had neutered a boy.  What was his name?  Randall.  That was it.  Matti had said he hated doing it, refusing to ever neuter another boy, but after neutering Sander, he had come to love it.  He insisted on neutering each of his trainees.

Usually Ben let him, perversely satisfied that the person the boy loved most -- Matti -- was taking from him what made him a boy, his cock and balls. 

Hell, the world was over populated as it was.  By removing a few boys from the gene pool, Ben was doing the world a favor.

Yeah, Hop Sing would lose his cock and balls that night in the arena, whether Ben ever made a credit off the boy or not.

There was a way, though.  Some men weren't looking for boys to love them.  Inflicting pain and humiliation on a boy got them off, not love.  Until now, Ben had refused to allow such men on the island or had kicked them off once he'd found out what kind of men they were.  Now he was considering allowing them on.  They wouldn't be looking for love.  If anything, boys like Hop Sing and Sander would be especially desired by such men. And what about the weird fetish market? Hadn't that one client fucked Sander in the hospital? "I always wanted to fuck a sick boy?" Hadn't he said? True, Ben had a wardrobe department. He'd seen Chris dressed up as a ridiculous early 20th century golf caddy...but still? Was he missing something there?

Ben could probably double his business, and he wasn't even using half the island's real estate now.  He had plenty of room to expand.  Perhaps half the island would be for one type of client and the other half for another.  It was worth thinking about, anyway.  Think of the problems it would solve.

Now, he could only accept one of every five boys offered him, realizing that most would never make good sex slaves.  If he had both kinds of clients, the only criteria a boy would have to meet would be that he was beautiful.  That would greatly reduce Ben's expenses.  Hell, he might even reduce the price he paid for boys. 

OK, so he made about eight million credits off a boy during the life of a two year contract, but still, if he could get him for a couple of hundred thousand credits instead of a million, that would be just that much more money in Ben's pocket.

Besides:  If they cost less, just think how many more boys he could neuter each year, maybe hundreds, not the fifty or sixty he did now. It was much like high school graduation every year, too - as the boys came of age, they had to move on. The older and bigger and they got, the less desirable they were. And they had to be replaced. And that cost. And he also couldn't rely on miraculous finds like Lewie, who had cost him almost nothing but the jet fuel to go and fetch him, and a coupon for a free visit to the island for the connection who found him. But still, he couldn't rely on that. What if they found real buyers, or bid him up too high?

Perhaps he would have long ago allowed such clients onto the island, had it not been for Lester Delray.  At one time, Ben would have thought nothing of a client giving a boy a good spanking, but Delray had almost killed Matti, after Ben had made the mistake of selling the boy to him.  Ben had sworn at the time that he'd never again allow Delray to have one of his boys.  That's why he wouldn't let men like Lester Delray -- men who liked to hurt boys -- on his island. 

Not all the others -- even those that liked to inflict pain -- were like Delray.  After all, he was being a hypocrite not allowing them onto the island.  Ben, himself, liked to inflict pain, didn't he?  Wasn't cutting off a boy's cock and balls without the benefit of anesthetic, inflicting pain?  And of course, that's how he did it.  That's how all the boys were neutered, without anesthetic.  The clients wanted to hear them scream when their cock and balls were cut off.

Of course he never let them hurt for long.  Immediately after the boy was neutered, his groin was bathed in a liquid that stopped the pain and the bleeding. Then Doctor Knox, himself an old island boy, would fix them up so wonderfully and do a little more corrective surgery with nerves, stem cells, enhancements to their "nullo-place" as the boys all called it. Knox, Ben knew, was a medical genius. Since he'd replaced that Amy person - one of the few women ever allowed to be on the island - it had seemed that the boys that he worked on all experienced heightened feelings of pleasure and were even hornier. Profits had gone up since Ronnie Knox had come back to be the doctor.

Delray, he thought again.  Now that would be a solution for the Sander problem.  Delray would pay -- had offered -- several times what Ben had paid for Sander, and Delray wouldn't care that Sander was 'ruined.'  That was what he wanted him for anyway -- to 'ruin' him.  As unhappy as the boy was now, he didn't know what unhappiness was.  Only Delray could teach him that.

Yeah, Ben could sell Sander -- Hop Sing for that matter -- to Delray.  But he wouldn't.  Ben hated Delray.  After Matti, he'd told him he'd never sell him another boy; and he wouldn't.  If nothing else, Ben was a man of his word. He had his honor. And he also realized that Hop Sing, rare boy that he was, had it too.

Well, whether Hop Sing would make a good San Carlos Island slave boy or not, he was getting cut that night in the arena.  There would be a double ceremony, the cutting of two Chinese boys, Hop Sing and Lu Dongbin - Lewie.  Ben would cut Lewie while - at the same time - Matti cut Hop Sing.  It should make for quite a show, the cutting of one boy that wanted it and one boy that only wanted to remain a boy.  In a way, Ben wished he were the one emasculating Hop Sing.  It would serve the contrary little cocksucker right, honor or not!

It could still all work out.  Neutering the boy might put the kid's head on straight.  Sometimes it did.  Once a boy was neutered, realizing there was no going back, that he'd never again be a boy, he sometimes resigned himself to his fate, especially if he had been properly trained to enjoy orgasms.   Once his genitals had been cut off, he had no other way to achieve an orgasm, other than to be fucked.

Of course the drugs helped.  They made the little fuckers horny, even though they'd never reached puberty.  Without the drugs, Ben's job would have been much more difficult.

But then -- did Hop Sing enjoy orgasms?  He had them, even fainting from them often, but Matti had reported that he said afterward that he hated them.  Perhaps he'd have Ronnie give Hop a double dose.  Then, the boy would be begging someone to stick a cock up his ass, like Timmy! But then again, Timmy was a slut. Ben didn't think HE needed any drugs.

It hadn't worked on Sander, though.  At least it hadn't worked as Ben had hoped.  Oh, the kid fucked readily enough, usually climaxing when he was fucked, but the clients complained that he never put his heart into it.  "He just lays there with his legs up," was the report Ben often heard. "If he wasn't warm, I'd swear he was a corpse!" And it was only a matter of time before the other boys - even the sluts like Timmy - would get tired of being "the refund boy", especially when they didn't get paid their percentage of each sale.

That might work in a brothel, when a boy didn't enjoy it, but not on San Carlos Island.  Although it was becoming easier to advertise, the use of slave boys for sex growing more common and readily accepted, Ben still relied on repeat customers and 'word of mouth.'  It wouldn't do to have disgruntled customers, and many of Sander's recent clients had been disgruntled, so much so that Ben no longer profited from the boy. "Well, when you get to San Carlos, just don't rent Sander - he's a real dud!" Ben couldn't have that.

***

Hop Sing was back in his dorm room, waiting.  He had four hours left to be a boy.  Then, he would be nullified in the arena, just as Peter had been, watched by hundreds: clients, staff, and slaves, most aroused to orgasm by his nullification.  The clients would experience something he never had - and now never would - a penile orgasm.  He still wore his chastity cage.  It kept his penis from even becoming hard.  But even if he'd had a penile orgasm anyway, it wouldn't have been a wet one.  He was too young to shoot like his older brother did.  Now, that was something he'd never be able to do.

There were other things, too.  He would never have children.  He would never be able to pleasure a woman.

Normally, that wouldn't have been his concern.  Now, that he realized what they were taking from him, it did.  Before, he'd just assumed that he'd one day have a family like his own.  No longer, though.  Not after tonight. It depressed him so badly that even the thought of being freed from Matti didn't cheer him up.

Chris and Timmy came into the room.  "Hop," said Chris, "so tonight's the big night!  Are you excited?"

Excited?  Excited at having his dick and balls cut off?  But Chris liked being a nullo.   So did Timmy.  Both of them were glad they'd been nullified.  Chris, especially, had told Hop Sing that. In fact, Chris loved his new life so much that he was talking about signing another contract!

"Where's Sander?" Hop Sing asked.  It had been Sander he'd come to see, not Chris and Timmy.  He liked Chris and Timmy - maybe even loved them like brothers - but there was a gulf between them and him, that didn't exist between him and Sander.  They liked being nullos, and they liked being fucked.  Neither he nor Sander did.

Oh, Sander like being fucked by Matti - or at least he once did - but he didn't like being fucked by clients. 

Hop Sing didn't even like being fucked by Matti.  He was certain not to like being fucked by hairy, fat, old men, like many of the clients were.  Matti was at least beautiful.  Hop Sing, however, no longer saw beauty when he looked at Matti.  He only saw the boy that raped him, forcing on him climaxes that he didn't want, climaxes that - although they felt good - humiliated him.

"Not sure," Timmy replied, "But who cares? I just had to cover his dumb ass, or more like, dead ass with a client! The guy was all pissed off because Sander didn't even talk to him when he fucked him! Can you imagine?!" Timmy exclaimed, waving his hands about.

"So what? You're a slut," Chris reminded him. "You had ONE job this morning. ONE! Tell me that was enough?"

"That's not the point!" Timmy yelled, "We can't keep cleaning up after Sander! Every time we make up for him, we don't get paid!"

"Is the money all it is?" Hop Sing sighed. "What about Sander's feelings?"

"Look, Hop," Chris told him, coming to sit next to him. "Sander and me used to be tight. We were best buddies! I showed him the ropes, but then he turned on me. Hell, it's not MY fault they booked Sander's dad with me and pissed him off! You think Sander didn't hurt ME? He was my friend! Now he hates me."

 "You...you had Sander's father?" Hop Sing gasped, "And he knew?!"

"He saw it," Chris nodded. "And boy, did they think he was jealous! So then his dad fucked him, too."

Hop Sing was shocked. How could a father fuck his own son?! It was wrong! How could they have allowed it? It then clicked over in the boy's mind that that was probably what had started Sander on his downward spiral. But how did one fix that kind of damage? Hop Sing was thinking about it when the announcement came over all the systems on the island:

"Attention everyone! For your entertainment tonight, San Carlos Island is pleased to present a rare spectacle! Tonight, we have a double-nullification ceremony in the arena! Two Chinese boys are to be nullified at once! And in addition, we will be presenting Peter - still a bit pink from his healing. You'll recall that Peter was nullified only last week, but thanks to our fabulous doctor, he's all healed up and ready for his first - YES, FIRST - customer! Peter can be previewed at the main pool, where's he's working on evening up his tan over all that new skin where his boyhood USED to be! Right before the ceremony, he'll be auctioned off for a 24-hour period to the highest bidder. So everyone come out tonight and have a good time! The boys will all be ready for you!"

"Hot damn!" Timmy breathed in wonder. Chris laughed at him.

Hop Sing just laid down on his bed and waited for the inevitable, wishing that he knew where Sander was. Chris and Timmy both tried to make him feel better, talking, assuring him. Timmy even rubbed his back, which did feel good.

"Hop, I gotta tell ya somethin'," Chris finally said. "Your collar will tell you where Sander is if you ask it, but...but I'm not sure you wanna see him. He's, well, hell, I should know! He's mad at you. I mean really mad!"

Hop Sing jerked and almost toppled Timmy off of him. "But why?" Hop Sing begged, his face stricken, "What did I do to him?"

"You were with Matti for a week," Timmy said.

"But Matti was my trainer! They stuck me with him!  I hate him!" Hop Sing explained. "He wouldn't LET me talk to Sander! He wouldn't let me SEE you guys!" Hop Sing's eyes filled with tears. "I have to tell him! We have to find him!"

"He won't listen, trust me," Chris sighed, shaking his head. "I couldn't even believe it when they stuck him in here with us. Hell, I even asked my collar to make sure he never got within arm's reach of me!"

"But he's nice when Hop's around," Timmy offered.

"I thought he was getting better, back to the old Sander, but I was wrong," Chris conceded. "There's no helping him. He's ruined. He's just lost too much too fast."

"Then we have to give him something back," Hop Sing declared, "Computer! Where's Sander?"

"Sander is on his way back to his room now. He has just finished with a client. Sander is to attend the nullification ceremony this evening and do his job," the collar replied, but not in the tone that Hop Sing thought  was his father's.

"Speak of the devil!" Timmy laughed, as Sander came in. He was walking oddly.

"Dammit, that guy had a twelve inch cock, I swear," Sander complained. "I hate those!"

Timmy looked mightily put off. "You could have traded me," he complained.

"I had to work it," Sander replied, heading for the shower without even looking at Hop Sing. "I have to work or I get sold!"

"Sander?" Hop Sing asked tentatively, "I...I missed you.  All of you."

"Did you?" Sander snapped at him, which came as no surprise given what Matti had already told Hop Sing. "Did you think of me when Matti was fucking you? Did he tell you that he wished it was me? Did he even offer to come and get me this week? He saw me when he had Peter in training!" Sander raged, "So do you love him, Hop? All the trainees do! I know I did!"

"I hate him!" Hop Sing mumbled, so hurt by his friend's words that he couldn't help but to start crying again. He'd done a lot of that lately, and he was ashamed of that too. "I hit him - a lot. I hurt him bad, twice. He said horrible things to me - things about my family, being sold, and about you! I stood up for YOU!" Hop Sing yelled at him. "I cried at night because I missed you, all of you! I begged him to let me at least call you, and he said NO! That's your great Matti for you, Sander! He raped me for seven days, Sander! I hated it, and I hate him!"

"Liar," Sander smiled at him, with a look so evil that even Chris and Timmy backed off. "Matti DID come and talk to me today. Ben talked to me too. They said you were trained, and in only a week! What an ass you must have!"

"I...I tried to tell him," Hop Sing whimpered, burying his face in the pillow, "I tried to tell him YOU loved him, that you were sick without him. I begged him to come see you!"

"You fucked him all week," Sander repeated, knowing full that his words were worse than bullets to Hop Sing. He was hurting the boy who had befriended him, who'd been so tolerant of him when everyone else was done with him, and he enjoyed it. Some small part of him screamed that he was wrong, but Sander ignored it. All he wanted to do was to make Hop Sing hurt - make him hurt like HE did.

"Less than two hours," Sander grinned at him, running a hand over his smooth crotch. "Then you'll be just like us - neutered and sexually helpless! But at least Matti won't touch YOU again!" He then turned and went into the bathroom, slamming the door.

It was all that Chris could stand.

Having been in Hop Sing's place before, he knew full well Sander's power to hurt.

So, with less than two hours until the sobbing wreck that was Hop Sing was to be neutered, Chris strolled into the bathroom and promptly beat the shit out of his old friend.

"Medical emergency in slave boy's dorm 10-R2!" Timmy called out, when he saw what Chris had done to Sander.

    ***

It was time.

In contrast to Lewie, who strode to the castration tables set up in the center of the arena, waving to the cheering crowd, Hop Sing had to be led there by a security guard.  Although he didn't try to pull away, the security guard held his arm in a firm grip.

Lewie climbed onto his table.  A guard strapped him down.  The guard holding onto Hop Sing's arm picked him up, strapping him down onto his table.  The two guards stepped back, standing at parade rest.

A spot light snapped on, illuminating the entrance to the arena.  Three people stood there, a man, a youth, and a boy.  All three were naked.  The man's cock and the youth's cock were erect.  The boy had none.  He was a nullo, Peter, the boy nullified but a week before.  The man, Ben Toeber, and the youth, Matti, were there to nullify the two boys on the tables.  Ben would do the boy he'd trained, Lǚ Dòngbīn - Lewie - and Matti would nullify the boy he'd trained, Hop Sing.

It was a big night: two boys would soon no longer be boys; a nullo would be sold to his first client, auctioned off to the highest bidder - not sold permanently, of course, but just for twenty-four hours.  Although trained to please a man by his trainer, Matti, this would be Peter's first sexual experience as a nullo.  No one - not even Matti - had touched him since he'd been neutered. 

The skin covering Peter's groin, fully healed, was still pink, a shadow where his cock and balls had been, the cock and balls Matti had cut off that night a week before.

* * *

From where he lay on the table, Hop Sing saw Matti, Ben, and Peter walk onto the stage.  Matti looked over at him, smiling, as if to say, "It's your turn, Boy.  You hurt my balls.  Now, I'll hurt yours."

Tonight...he would repay Hop Sing for kicking him in the balls by taking Hop Sing's balls - his dick, too, of course.  Hop Sing had only minutes left as a boy.  Soon he would be something else, a nullo, sexless forever.

Hop Sing only half listened to the auction.  He didn't find out until later that the first night with Peter as a nullo had gone for a bid of 200,000 credits, a fifth of what Ben had paid  for the boy's two year contract.  At 50,000 CR a day for Peter's service, Ben would quickly recoup what he'd paid for him.

When the auction was over and Peter had been led away by his first client, Hop Sing heard Ben say, "Now, for what you've all come here for, the nullification of not one, but two boys."

He stepped over to the table holding Lewie, "Do you want to become a nullo?" he asked him.

"Yes, Sir," he said, "please cut off my dick and balls.  I want to be a slave."

"Tonight, you become a nullo," said Ben, repeating the same speech Matti had made when he'd cut Peter.  "I'm about to cut off your boy parts.  You'll be a nullo for the rest of your life.  They can't be reattached.  You will be smooth and beautiful, the object of desire of men, the envy of intact boys still burdened with a penis and testicles.  Do you want me to do it."

"Yes," said Lewie.

"Then ask me for it," said Ben.  "Beg me to do it."

"Do it," said Lewie.  "Cut them off.  Make me a nullo."

Hop Sing knew Lewie would say that.  He had rehearsed the same speech.  When Matti asked him the same question, he was supposed to beg to be neutered.

But he wouldn't.  Matti might cut off his genitals, but Hop Sing wouldn't ask for it.  What could they do if he didn't?   Matti was going to cut off his boy parts.  What more could he do to him?  What worse could he do to him?

Ben gathered up Lewie's pitiful cock and balls in his hand, placing the cutting knife below his balls, pulling the boy's genitals out from his body with the other hand.

With a quick flick of Ben's wrist, Lewie's cock and balls came free from Lewie's groin.  Blood poured from where they'd been.  Lewie screamed. 

Ben held up Lewie's genitals showing them to the crowd, viewing them on the holoscreens.  The crowd cheered.  Some already had their slaves on their laps, pumping their cocks into the boys' holes.

One of the attending guards splashed some liquid on Lewie's crotch.  His screams stopped, as did the flow of blood.

Lewie looked down at his crotch, as if amazed that what had hurt so, only a moment before, no longer hurt.  He smiled.  Hop Sing heard Ben tell him, "You'll make a great slave."

Then it was Hop Sing's turn.

Matti stepped over to  his table.  Instead of the speech he'd made when he'd cut Peter, the speech Ben had just made, he said, "I'm going to enjoy cutting you.  It's going to hurt you a lot more than it will me."

He didn't even ask Hop Sing if he wanted to be cut.  Both Ben and Matti knew the boy didn't.

That's not what the crowd heard, however.  They heard a speech almost identical to the one Ben had just made. 

They also heard Hop Sing beg to be cut - heard him say that he wanted to be a nullo - the speech that Hop Sing had been forced to rehearse.  It was simple to feed that to the holoscreens.

The scream was real, though.  Hop Sing's scream was real.  It needed no amplification to be heard throughout the arena.   Matti held the knife to the base of his balls, extending Hop Sing's balls and erect cock from his body with his other hand.  Hop Sing's cock was hard, not because he was aroused by the prospect of being nullified, but because of the drugs they fed him.  They kept him hard and horny most of the time.

It was over in a moment.  With a quick upward pull of the knife, Hop Sing's genitals came loose in Matti's hand.  That's when Hop Sing screamed.  He hadn't meant to.  He hadn't wanted to give Matti the satisfaction of hearing him scream, but it had hurt too much.  Hop Sing hadn't realized that it would hurt so much.

When the guard started to splash the liquid on Hop Sing's groin, Matti held up his hand, "I'll do it," he said.

But it seemed to take him forever before he did.  Hop Sing was about to faint from the pain before Matti splashed the liquid on his groin.

Then it was gone.  The pain was gone, only a memory now.  He no longer hurt at all.  It was like waking from a nightmare.  One moment he hurt and bled.  The next moment he did neither.

BUT - even though he no longer hurt, he was still a nullo.  Matti still held his dick and balls in his hand.  As Ben had said, they could not - at least would not - ever be reattached.  He would never have children of his own.  He would no longer be a boy.