Those sleepless nights were a sort of slow torture for the boy. Sometimes it seemed that he could think of little else as he laid on his back with his dick painfully hard. Finley, in the small hours of the morning he would realize that he could endure it no longer. He would fling off his bed covers and strip naked. Then, in the moon light that flooded his room, he would beat off wildly pumping his hard little dick until the skin was red and chaffed. At the tender age of nine he was much too young to shot but he would come dry and those organisms were pure bliss to the confused boy. They would provide him with relief and afterwords he would be able to sleep at last. Often times his mother or step dad would find the find the small boy still naked and fast asleep atop the covers. The red and irritated state of his dick was all they needed to see to know how he had spent the night. They would just laugh and offer the embarrassed boy ointment for his bruised member. That was humiliation for the boy but he knew he was powerless to control his urges.

Jiri knew he could never bring himself to ask for castration but he might be able to do the next best thing. He might be able to take a one in five chance of being cut. The owner of San Carlos Island was offering something new for boys like Jiri, a short term slave contract. The real slaves referred to the short term boys as "Summer Camps Slaves". Five boys would all agree to sign on together for only three months of slavery. The group of five boys would be called a "Cabin". At the end of the summer Ben would have only one of the five cut. The other four boys would return home with their boyhood intact. Jiri was intrigued. The idea that he might be cut was pretty neat.

As Jiri thought about it he realized that his odds were even better than one in five. If one of the other "campers" in his cabin decided that he wanted to be cut Ben would have him castrated and that would let the other four boys off the hook. It seemed a pretty good deal. Jiri could spend the summer on San Carlos Island, earning money, learning new skills, having fun and almost certainty return home at the end of his term a complete boy. He told his mom that he wanted to go to "Summer Camp" on San Carlos Island.

Three weeks later he was on Ben's flier with four other boys ages eight to twelve. They were his "cabin mates" and they were on their way to San Carlos. Jiri was a bit afraid that he might be the one to go under the knife and so he asked, "Is anyone here going to ask to be the one cut? If so that takes the pressure of the rest of us." All the boys shook their heads no. Not a one of them wanted to be castrated and Jiri realized that was bad luck indeed.

A blond 12 year old named Neil said, "No way am I going to lose my package, that would spoil everything. When I turn 18 I want to return to San Carlos to work as a trainer and a slave handler. The only reason I'm here is to learn more about the island and how it works and to impress Ben. He won't higher anyone unless that person has spent at least a little time as a slave. Ben says everyone who works on San Carlos should know what it's like to be a slave first hand. I'm going to do my best for him but I'm not going to lose anything. I'm not going to let him cut me."

A cute little eight year old named Mikey said, "My mom has just gone through a messy split up with her boyfriend and I need to help her out by making some money but I don't want to be cut. No way am I going home a nullo!"

A totally gorgeous ten year old named Cal said, "I'm an actor and this fall they start filming a new blockbuster movie about a slave boy. The director said the staring role was mine under two conditions. The first condition was I needed to get some experience really being a slave. The second condition is I have to remain a boy. The role in the movie was written for a boy, not a eunuch. Getting neutered would spoil everything."

An eleven year old named Shane explained that he signed on because he wanted to learn how to please a man in bed but he most defiantly didn't want to be cut.

"Well none of us want to be a eunuch," little Mikey said. "So how will we decide who gets it? Are we going to have to draw straws?"

Just as he was asking their "camp counselor" entered the cabin. He was a hot 17 year old Mexican named Roberto. "Don't worry about drawing straws boys. It isn't going to come to that," Roberto answered with his thick Spanish accent. "When the time comes for one of you little darlings to be fixed Ben will decide who it will be. If he can't make up his mind he'll let me make the call. If you want to keep your balls you better do as I say and be good. The bad boy gets the knife."

"But HOW will he decide?" Mikey asked sounding panicky and unnerved.

"It's simple," Roberto said. "If you want to keep your balls and your dick you have to show that you deserve them. Do everything you are told and no whining and you'll leave the island a boy. Now I need all five of you white boys to strip naked. As new slaves you are not entitled to any private property not even your own cloths."

Slowly, but without protest, the boys started to strip. As they did Roberto smiled in anticipation and grew hard. He loved little white boys and each one of his young charges was a beauty. He was going to enjoy the next few months. With his "campers" now quite naked he said, "That wasn't so hard was it? Now it's time for me to collar you. Who's going be first?"

Jiri was frightened now. Sure he knew what he was getting into when he stepped into the flier but this was different. It was one thing to ask to be a "summer camp slave" and other thing to be naked and collared and in danger of being castrated. But he did as he was told. He allowed Roberto to collar him and he didn't make a fuss. The next step into slavery was even more humiliating. Roberto made the boys bend over and presents their butts for inspection. One by one Roberto spread their young firm cheeks apart to ascertain who was, or was not, a virgin.

The first butt he checked was Cal's. Roberto laughed and said, "I knew you wouldn't be a virgin. All you Hollywood boys are alike. Always getting your butts pounded by casting directors and movie executives. Yeah and I bet you love every second of it don't you movie boy. Well where we are going you'll fit right in my little tart. You're going to have fun fun fun. After two months on San Carlos you'll be begging to stay. Just you wait and see. You're not ever going to want to leave my blond pussy boy. Why play a slave in a movie when you can be a slave in real life? Hollywood's loss will be San Carlos' gain. You'll make out great blond boy."

Robert them moved on to Mikey who was softly weeping. "Goodness gracious little darling, your hole is as tight as a miser's purse strings," Roberto exclaimed. "What's wrong my little one? Does your mommy and daddy not let you out to play with the big boys? I would think that a tender little morsel such as yourself would have been ravaged may times over by now. Well no matter, I'll correct the oversight myself before the day is done. You're tight little boy pussy will be another conquest for my hard Mexican dick. It may hurt the first time but trust me you will come to love it. Soon you will sit up and beg for more my little puppy. You'll live to be fucked."

As Roberto progressed down the line he was amazed do discover that, with the exception of Cal, all of his "campers" were virgins.

"Hey what's going on here?" The confused young Latino asked. "You are all virgins except for the Hollywood slut! How can that be? I thought American boys liked to fuck. Am I on Candid Camera? Is that funny gringo Allen Funt hiding somewhere? Is he about to jump out and say, Smile Roberto, you're on Candid Camera!"

None of the boys knew what so say and so they said nothing.

"Oh well," Roberto said with an air of resignation. "We can't have you cherry boys screaming your heads off and bleeding all over the place as our clients ride you. I'll just have to brake all of you in myself. Looks like I really have my work cut out for me. Four cherries to take before midnight. Is my dick ever going to be sore. It's true what they say, No rest for the wicked Mexican kid.

(To Be Continued)