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Tommy was on his gap year. He'd just turned 18 and had decided to spend some time living in Hawaii. His mother knew a guy who lived there, and had sorted him out with accommodation. It was a nice apartment in a small town on the southern-most island, and he was the only person there who wasn't local. He had short, light brown hair that he spiked up, and a fairly athletic build. Four weeks of lying on Hawaiian beaches in nothing but a pair of low-riding swim-briefs had given him a fair suntan. He'd never had a lasting relationship- his last boyfriend had lasted three days- so he was single and on the lookout for a hot stud to hook up with. He'd hooked up with an Aussie in the first week, but after a night of anal they'd gone their separate ways. He never saw him again, so he assumed he'd gone back home.
It was his fifth week on the island, and Tommy's job hunting wasn't going particularly well. It wasn't tourist season any more, so none of the hotels or restaurants needed more staff. He really needed a job as he was running out of money, so he asked around and found out that a large bar just out of town had a vacancy. Tommy decided it was worth a try, and booked a cab to take him the next day. When he arrived at the metal and glass complex that was named Isla de Barra, he paid the driver and walked in through the automatic doors. The building was air conditioned, a welcome contrast to the midday sun. A waitress approached him and offered him a drink. He declined it and asked to see the manager about the vacancy. The girl left quickly, returning a few minutes later to with the manager. He was thin, with grey hair and small, inset eyes. "Hello," he said, "welcome to Isla de Barra. I hear you would like a job in my... establishment?" "That's right." answered Tommy, slightly unnerved by the man's strange manner. He stood uncomfortably whilst the man looked him up and down. About a minute passed before the man spoke again. "You are suitable. You start immediately. Please come through to my office where you will sign your contract." The man turned, not waiting for an answer, and led him through to a large office, overlooking the village and sea. He motioned for Tommy to sit down, and pulled a thick wad of paper from a filing cabinet on the wall. "If you could just fill this in please, I will have you sent through to get sorted out. Don't worry about that foreign small print, it's just legal declarations we have to put in by law. It just explains your rights as a citizen. You know them already I assume?" "Yeah," Tommy replied as he scanned through the contract quickly, signing each page and filling in his details as he went. When he finished, he passed the contract back to the manager, and sat waiting. "Very good. If you could just go through to my assistant, he'll get you ready for the next phase." Confused by this choice of words, Tommy stood and walked through the door the manager had indicated. As he closed it behind him, he felt a sharp pain in his arm. He turned, saw a man in a long white coat smiling and talking, "Hello Mr Jones, I trust you are feeling well?" And everything went black. When he awoke, he was tied to a table in a white room full of surgical equipment and bright lights. He kicked out, but he couldn't move. The door opened, and the someone walked in. Tommy tried to move his head, but the restraints stopped him. He called out, but he made no sound. He tried to scream. Again, no noise. The manager's face came into view above him. "Hello Tommy. I do hope you had a good sleep. The surgery went very well." Tommy tried to protest, but he still couldn't make a sound. He pulled in vain against his restraints. "Don't bother about replying, I've had your vocal cords removed, so you won't be able to. But that wasn't all I had done. Would you like me to outline the full extent of your surgery? After destroying all of your hair follicles except for those on your head and eyes, my surgeon removed your testes and penis. He then re-routed your urethra to a small hole between your legs and patched up the area to leave it smooth. Finally, he stretched your anus to accommodate some of our larger clients. Because you no longer have your testes, you will need to be injected with testosterone daily to ensure you stay fit and presentable. I do hope you enjoy working for us." With that, the manager walked out. Two days later, Tommy was untied from the table, and taken into a large courtyard with a pool overlooking the sea. There, he was given the bottom half of a girls bikini and made to put it on. There were many other people just like him there, including the Aussie he'd had sex with the first week he was on the island. He stood there, wondering what the manager had meant by 'Clients' and what his fate was. A small, hairy chested man walked up to him and poked him in the chest. "You: Slave," he said with a smirk, "Get naked. I want a go on your virgin ass".
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