So, here we are again. Glad you decided to hang around and hear some more of the Petey story. And what a story it is! Just bare with me, if you will, since that last client I had was quite a time. He was huge! He was good, too, so I’m still just a bit scatter-brained. Normally I take a nap after a client like him, but like my friend Chris keeps telling me, I’m getting a bit old for naps.

I think that’s where we left off. I was worn out with trying to get Petey settled into his room, and we both fell asleep. Of course, when Hop Sing started banging on the door (I guess we’d not heard the doorbell), Petey yelped and hid under his bed. I guess he thought we were about to be burglarized, or something. I swear, this kid was afraid of his own shadow. He was even scared of Hop Sing! Well, if you know Hop, maybe you should be scared of him!

Let me give you some background on Hop, first, in case you forgot about him. Or look here: Hop Sing's Story

He was sold to San Carlos Island when he was about ten or eleven – the usual age. The kicker with Hop, though, was that his father was blackmailed into selling him by the boy’s “Uncle John”, a nefarious fellow by the name of John Wong. Incidentally, Wong also turned out to be Hop’s dad’s boss. Faced with the loss of his job, and having an oddly large family with four children, there wasn’t a whole lot that Hop’s dad could do.

It was all part of an elaborate plan to discredit Hop Sing’s father, Tsu Chung Shin, but there was more to it than that. Mr. Tsu worked for HKS3, for short. They make security systems, and he writes the code that runs them. In fact, he designed and built the basis for our slave collars here on the Island. And that was why Wong, who turned out to be in cahoots with one Mr. Lester del Ray (I’m sure you remember that evil monster!), chose Hop’s dad – he needed a plant, namely Hop’s dad, to get onto the Island here and crack Ben’s security system so that del Ray could have ME kidnapped.

Yep.

You read it right.

Del Ray wanted ME, and since Ben wouldn’t let him come here to ‘rent’ me, and Ben sure as hell wouldn’t sell me to him, he and Wong pulled off the first (and so far, ONLY) successful kidnapping of a San Carlos Island Boy. Like I said, it’s all at the link above. In short, Wong and del Ray played a bit rough, and it’s quite possible that they’ve murdered a lot of boys. But we won’t go into that. At least they won’t murder any of the boys we rescued from del Ray, either – that’s in the link above, too.

But back to Hop Sing. Now pay attention, this gets complicated.

He came from a family of four brothers, and he was the second son. Hop’s whole family moved here when the Wong/del Ray ordeal made it far too dangerous for them to live anywhere else. That was after Hop had been sold to Ben, and we’d both been kidnapped. There were attempts on their lives after the HKS3 fiasco, so, in short, Ben moved them all here once he found out Tsu was behind it all. Sensible thing to do really – if the guy can crack your security net, HIRE him! In fact, Hop’s mom is like our dorm-mother, seeing as how she insisted on having a job and that “all of us boys” needed a mother-figure. (Don’t think THAT wasn’t embarrassing at first – having a lady around a community of naked nullos!).

Let’s see now - An Dong is Hop’s oldest brother, and already has a young son by his then-girlfriend, who also came here for safety. They live over in another part of the Island, but do come for frequent visits. So Hop also has a little nephew here now. Of course, he’s intact. What kind of perverts do you think we ARE?!

Jie Kang was the youngest brother, and he was like four or so when they got here. We don’t see much of him, as he’s too young to know if he’d wanna be an Island Boy or not. Maybe in a couple more years… He just wears a red collar in case he gets lost, and besides, he doesn’t get around the guests’ areas often. Even if he did, and something happened, Hop Sing would just start kicking ass. Did I mention he’s a martial arts genius? He damn near killed his first trainer here, too, but I’m digressing again.

Hop’s other brother is Guo Jian, or Ji for short. Ji opted to go through training and become a nullo slave like the rest of us right after he got here, seeing as how he’d known he was gay since he was like eight or something. He’s also a bit of a slut, but that’s another story. He makes up for what Hop Sing doesn’t do, I guess. Ji was thirteen, but not into puberty when he arrived. Of course, “The San Carlos Cocktail” that we all ingest every day in our food kept THAT from happening until Ji could get cut. He’s got no regrets about that, either. He loves being a nullo, and he’s raking in the credits!

I should probably mention that, too. Hop Sing doesn’t like sex with clients. He never has, and never will. He feels it’s shameful, and I think he was probably a straight boy at the onset. Being forced into nullification was pretty rough for him, but he seems OK now. Like I said, he almost killed his trainer so Ben had to find something else for him to do – that or sell him. Fortunately, there’s always the need for security guards! That, and the influx of traumatized boys we’d rescued gave Hop PLENTY to do with his spare time.

Now and then, though, Hop will get fucked. Mainly it’s just for relief, seeing as how he’s just like the rest of us – horny all the time and only one way to get relief from it. Good thing Ben had had a change of heart after our kidnapping, or Hop would have been sold off quick! He was losing money, after all, and you can’t have a boy beating up clients. At his rate, he’d have NEVER paid off his contract or turned a profit for Ben. And Ben is all about profit.

Now that we have that all sorted out, in walks Hop Sing – tall, slim, tanned, built, nullo, and bald. I’m not sure what scared Petey the worst, but apparently, something about Hop did. It took a lot of coaxing to get him out from the under the bed, but Hop finally did it.

“Ready to head to the cafeteria?” Hop asked me, and I was. I was hungry, too, after all!

Petey just sat on the floor and stared at us. I think he was in shock. Pity he hadn’t been further up on the schedule to visit Dr. Knox for his checkup. I think his first night would have been better spent in the hospital ward.

“Aren’t you hungry?” Hop asked him gently. Thankfully, he hadn’t said a thing about Petey’s diminutive size.

Petey nodded almost imperceptibly, but as usual, something was bothering him.

“D-do I have to g-go n-naked?” He squeaked, clutching his white robe around himself. Petey squeaked a lot.

“Of course you do! No one wears clothes here!” Hop smiled at him, offering him his hand. Petey sniffled, and I knew he was getting ready to cry again. Hop just looked at me.

“He’s terrified and confused,” I offered. “We had a rough afternoon.”

“I gathered,” Hop agreed. “But he needs a good meal and a good night’s sleep before he gets his exam and orientation. He’s pretty far down on the list, and Dr. Ron’s busy.”

“Wh-what’s a exam?!” Petey gasped, “D-does it hurt?”

“Maybe a bit at first,” I offered, which didn’t help. Hop had left the door open, and Petey bolted for it. Fortunately, Hop had quick reflexes and grabbed him before he got out the door. I mean, where did the kid think he was going?! He was on a ISLAND for God’s sake, and it’s a long swim to anywhere else…

“LET ME GO! LET ME GO!” Petey screamed. “I d-don't w-w-wanna be here! I d-don’t w-wanna be f-f-freaks like you!” We get a lot of that comment from the newbies who end up here with no clue what’s about to happen to them.

“Peter, in case you didn’t notice,” I told him, while Hop just picked him up like a sack of rice and hauled him out the door, “YOU have a penis and testicles. The rest of the boys here, in this part of the complex, DO NOT. That makes YOU the odd duck, not us.”

Petey seemed to be thinking about that one.

“All the other boys you came here with will be there, too, unless they’re already with the doctor being checked over. You’ll see them, and while the other nullos might razz you some about being intact, it’s all in good fun. No one is going to hurt you or be mean to you.”

“Th-they’ll make f-fun of me ‘c-c-cause I’m little,” Petey added.

“Yes, you’re a tiny one,” Hop agreed, which shocked Petey into being quiet for a bit. He even let Hop take his robe without a fight. That was a good sign. “And yes, they’ll be some jokes made. But remember, it’s all in fun. There’s sort of a brotherhood here, and I had to learn that at first. Now, it could be rough at first, and there might be some mean things said. If there is, you just ignore it. Fighting will get you punished, and if someone is really giving you a hard time, he’ll get punished.”

“You s-stay with me?” Petey whimpered.

“And we’ll be there,” I rolled my eyes. “You can sit with us. We’ll protect you.” I paused. “It’s part of my job.”

“Well put,” Hop nodded.

“Oh-OK,” Petey finally whimpered, as Hop put him down.

He walked all the way to the cafeteria between us, and each of us was obliged to hold his hand. Hop didn’t seem to mind it.

“I have a little brother, remember?” He reminded me, looking down at how Petey was walking. The plug was just making him crazy as he walked, and his tiny little dick was sticking straight out. “You plugged him already?” Hop asked me.

I nodded. “He needed it. I had to have a smaller enema nozzle sent up, you know. If anyone needs some loosening up, Peter does.”

“In more than one way,” Hop nodded, although he knew HE had NO room to talk. Hop was still pretty high strung, after all, and he hadn’t had the opportunity to beat anyone up lately. I could tell he was in need of either a gentle client, or a go with BOB – the ‘battery operated boyfriend.’ (Ben has since changed his mind on the issue of sex toys in boys’ rooms. Used to be, we weren’t allowed them, so we’d be even hornier for guests. However, Ben started getting complaints about that, too, in that a lot of the boys were getting far too aggressive about getting a good fuck!)

“Is it t-true what the b-boys on the plane said? That y-you get f-f-fucked up the b-butt here?” Petey finally asked, as we headed across the complex.

“Yes, it is,” I told him. “That’s what it’s all about. Rich men come from all over the world to have sex with nullos here.”

“D-did my aunt and uh-uncle really g-get a m-million cr-credits for s-selling me?” Petey asked.

“Yes, they did, and so did you,” Hop replied. “It’s in a trust fund for you. You also get a percentage of the 50k/CR – per fuck – you get. Plus tips from clients. One day, my brother Ji made 300,000 CR, 6 clients, plus his tips, and one client even bought him a nice diamond bracelet from the gift shoppe.”

“Th-they took m-my n-necklace,” Petey sighed, and while it was obvious that he was quite upset about that, we didn’t pursue it. If he wanted to talk about it, I was sure he would. But for then, Petey had enough to think about.

“Are…are they r-really g-gonna cut my…my d-dick off, an’ my balls, too?” He added in a very shaky voice.

“What do you think?” I asked him. “We’re both nullos. Have you seen anyone else here who’s not?”

“N-no, but I d-don’t want it cut off!” Petey sniffled. “I…I d-don’t think I’ll l-like having old guys f-fuck me!”

“Do you always stutter?” Hop asked him tenderly, pausing to bend down and put his hand on Petey’s cheek. “In a way, it’s kinda cute?”

“No,” Petey said, “J-just when I’m s-scared.”

“Don't be scared, Peter,” I told him. “You may need some time to get used to being a nullo, and more time to get used to being fucked, but that’s what training is for. After you get examined by our doctor, you’ll be assigned to a trainer for two weeks, maybe three, depending on how well you do. Once the trainer signs you off as ready, then you’ll get to move into a new, permanent room with some other nullos. You’ll have roomies to keep you company, and you’ll all be nullos, and you’ll all be new. You’ll never be alone, not unless you want to be. In fact, you’ll be safer here than anywhere else in the world. Isn’t that right, Hop?”

“Very,” Hop agreed.

“I…I don’t know,” Petey replied, touching his now-soft penis. “I’m so l-little, and what if a man h-hurts m-me?”

“That’s what training is for. That’s why you’re wearing that butt plug, to get you loosened up,” I reminded him, as we walked up the steps towards the cafeteria. It smelled like we were having pot roast. I saw that Petey was licking his lips. He must have been hungry.

“NEWBIE!” Someone yelled as we walked in, and I thought that Petey was going to run. I was wrong, though – instead, he turned and plowed me, holding his arms up as he jumped. Before I knew it, I was holding him on my hip and he had his head buried in my shoulder. I could feel him shaking all over.

Then he screamed.

Right in my ear!

For some reason, Hop found that amusing. What a pal…

Looking back, I can’t really blame Petey. The sight of all those naked nullos in their collars would probably be enough to scare the hell out of any intact boy. Add to that, that Petey didn’t like all the attention directed at him, even if it was good attention.

“Boy, he really new!” Lewie exclaimed happily, smiling big, like always, as he gestured for everyone else to go away. “He scared, can’t you see that?”

OK, short background on Lewie, or Lu Dong Bin, as his full name goes: Lewie was brought here right after Hop was. One of Ben’s Chinese contacts found him in some backwater of rural China. The boy was small, half starved, and not even sure of how old he was. Ben fell in love with him at first sight (trust me, he does that a lot!), and bought him. At that time, Chinese boys were (and still are) in HIGH demand here. But with China being the world’s #1 super power economically and by sheer population, we don't get as many Chinese boys as you’d think. Ben’s said it before, but it bears repeating: “The last thing we need here is another Caucasian nullo!” So, needless to say, Lewie and the other Chinese boys are kept very busy, all the time.

It’s a good thing that we don’t really have bowel movements here, given the repeated colon cleanings every day, because Lewie and the rest of them are so overworked that I doubt that their rectal sphincters function any more! Of course, Lewis is a hyperactive little slut, so what would it matter?! In fact, in addition to being Ben’s darling for several years running, he’s probably the richest nullo on the Island right now. Ji’s giving him a run for his money, though, but Lewie did have a head start.

“Poor little new guy,” Lewie consoled him, giving Petey a pat on the back. “Wow, you tinier than me, and that say something!” Lewie joked. Petey didn’t seem to get it, though. Lewie was still pretty small, though; I think near starvation in infancy probably stunted his growth, but good. Lewie would probably never reach full adult height.

“You come sit with Lewie and Keye, us Chinese boys take good of you?” He offered.

Hop just grinned. “I’ll leave you to handle this?” He asked, as he went off to join his brother Ji and some other boys.

“Heya, Sander!” I heard my buddy Chris calling to me. “Whatcha got there? A tumor?!”

There was laughter, of course. I looked around, and saw a few of the other new boys sitting at a long table with a few of the locals. It seemed that they were being made to feel welcome, and I had to smile at that. The last thing I needed was a hassle with our newbies from the “old pros”.

“You need to get that ugly thing cut off!” One of the nullos was saying.

“Yeah, you’re better off without it!” Another agreed.

“I don't know,” one of the newbies mumbled.

“The hell you need a dick for anyway?”

“Yeah, all you’d do is grow up and it’d get huge, and hairy, and ugly!”

“All that between your legs?”

“Yeah, I dunno how some men can even WALK!”

“Does it hurt?” Another newbie asked.

“Used to, but not now,” The first nullo told him. After all, I couldn’t see around Petey’s head to see who it was. “Back in the day, they used to strap you down to a table in the Arena and just slice it off! No drugs, no nothin’! Then everyone was watchin’, and a real orgy broke out! We seen a holovid of it once! Damn, man! Talk ‘bout a fuck-fest!”

THAT crack made me feel funny inside. I mean, ‘back in the day?!’ What the fuck was THAT!? It wasn’t all THAT long ago! Granted, I’m not 10 anymore, but hell, it’s not like I’m an old man!

“Now you get the Neutersol shots, and Dr. Knox does it in surgery,” the next nullo added. “You don’t feel a thing!”

Lucky for YOU, I thought. Hell, I still have bad dreams about the Arena, sometimes.

“Yeah, I’m getting’ mine cut off TOMORROW!” One new boy announced proudly, “I had the shots like weeks before I came here. They’re dead anyways, so why keep ‘em?” Personally, I thought that was a bit soon; this boy hadn’t even been trained yet! I figured he must be a natural born slut.

“You’re gonna love being fucked once you’re like us,” one of the nullos told him. “Trust me!”

“Yeah, and it only takes a week or so in hospital before you can start training!” Someone else added. “I read somewhere that like centuries ago, it used to take a MONTH to heal up! Now the shots and rapid-heal gel just make it so fast, you’re fuckin’ almost soon as you’re cut!”

“I d-don’t like sh-shots,” Petey cried in my ear. “P-please, S-Sander, I d-don’t like it here? P-please don’t let ‘em cut mine off?” He sobbed, clutching at me again and nearly choking me.

I never thought I’d hear myself say it, but thank all that’s holy for Lewie! He saved me on this one.

“Not like it here?!” Lewie exclaimed, “How can you NOT like it here? Good room, friends, all’a food you can eat, fuck all day, sleep all night in good bed! And money in bank! You get rich in nothing flat!”

Petey didn’t seem to want to listen to him, though.

“C’mon, come eat with us! We tell you all about it!” Lewie pressed him, tugging at his leg. At that first touch, Petey just squeezed me tighter. It was obvious that he wasn’t going to let go, so I joined Lewie and his friends at their table near the south end of the hall. Once I got us sat down, Lewie leaned over and kissed Petey’s cheek.

Petey’s face turned bright pink, but there was something about the… well… call it ‘innocence’ on Lewie’s face. Perhaps that’s the wrong word (surely it is!), seeing as how Lewie is as far from innocent as a boy can get. Still, you know what I mean. Lewie loved his life on the Island, and he wasn’t about to let his version of paradise slide by some new boy without a fight. One thing Lewie was good at was talking, too. And the more he talked, the more Petey loosened up. He even let go of me and put his elbows on the table to lean closer to Lewie. He seemed fascinated by Lewie, too, and I wasn’t about to interrupt that.

It turned out that we were having roast, and Herbert brought it out to us. (He’s one of our cooks/servers. Herbert came from Austria when he was nine, one of the younger ones, and his white blond hair and pudgy build made him an instant hit with the clients. He also had the compulsive need to ‘feed things’. I think he knew every member of the island’s wildlife by name, and he was always getting yelled at for bringing stray critters home!)

“Vow, er ist a kleiner one,” Herbert observed, as he served pot roast with all the veggies. Sometimes, Herbert tended to slip into German. What he meant was, ‘Wow, he is a tiny one.’

“I’ll have no one making fun of Peter because he’s a midget,” I declared firmly. “He’s of the usual age, and he was sold, just like the rest of you.”

“And any of you who don’t agree can discuss it with ME,” Hop Sing put in, which made a lot of heads look back down at their trays.

“Thank you, Herbert,” I said, “How’s business?”

What was I supposed to say?

“Ah, you know – nobody wants to fuck an old, fat teenager like me. You need some help, Zanter?” He asked. (He never could say my name right.)

“I could use a hand, yes,” I admitted. After all, I needed at least ONE free hand to eat with!

So, between Lewie and Herbert and the rest of the gang at the table, we finally got Petey to eat. Herbert was feeding him at first, and I was reminded of An Dong’s son, you know, Hop’s nephew. We had to babysit him one night – and NO, we’re not going there! We get enemas. Babies wear diapers. Enough said…

Anyway, it was kinda cute, though, the way they were all taking to Petey. But looking at Petey, how could you find it any other way? Petey WAS cute. I knew he was going to be a HUGE hit with the clientele – IF we could get him properly trained. San Carlos held so much for Petey. I just didn’t want to see him blow it, as I almost had.

So for the rest of dinner, Petey sat on my lap and finally started eating by himself. Lewie and Keye and the others chattered nonstop about how good life was here, and I think Petey was actually listening to them. His eyes were very wide, though, and he frequently forgot to chew his food as he just sat and listened in rapt attention to them.

“An’ it sucked, I only get fucked twice today,” Lewie pouted, as Keye brought back the dessert course. It was fake chocolate mousse. (We don't get the real thing, only the fat-boys do. Recall that our diets are carefully balanced, and Herbert is a real pro at calorie/carb counting.)

“T-twice in ONE d-d-day?!” Petey squeaked, which made him squeeze me again. I almost spit my mousse all over him!

“Ribs, Peter,” I reminded him, and he eased up some.

“My record be eight time in a day!” Lewie declared, “And Lewie still horny, and not a dick in the room!” Lewie declared. That habit of his of talking about himself in the third person was really annoying, too…

“And what’s this, chopped liver?” A man’s deep voice then asked, as we all looked up to see Ben Toeber coming in. He was naked, of course, and his prominent erection preceded him. As usual, Ben was obliged to bestow his usual bounty of hugs and kisses when he came in. It wasn’t often that Ben came to our cafeteria, but when he did, there was no shortage of proof that he was very well loved. The thing about Ben, though (despite the fact that HE was the reason that we were all nullos), was that he gave back in kind what he got. Always remember this – do good by Ben, and you’ve got it made. Cross him, and look out! Just ask del Ray about that, IF you can find him!

Of course, Petey was instantly terrified of him.

Once we got Petey hauled out from UNDER the table (where I’m sure he’d had a very good view of some of nice, naked, smooth crotches!), we introduced him to Ben.

“He’s so tiny!” Ben beamed at him, ruffling Petey’s curly, long hair. I could tell Petey was trying hard not to cry. “I read that I’d acquired a midget, you know. Novel idea, don’t you think?”

“I c-can’t h-help it! … s-sir,” he hastily added. Then he DID start to cry.

“Now look what you done!” Lewie snapped at Ben. Of course, LEWIE could get away with speaking to Ben like that. “Poor newbie all scared, then you come in shaking big dick at him like you do!”

“Well, maybe I should just hide it?” Ben suggested, as he pulled Lewie onto his lap. Lewie made a face that more than said he was in pure bliss as Ben lowered him down onto his lap. Of course, WE all knew where Ben’s overly large cock was now hiding!

“Sit still and finish your dessert,” Ben ordered him, as he reached over and patted Petey’s hand. Then he nuzzled at Lewie’s neck with his chin, which was sporting a short growth of goatee. Lewie squirmed and giggled.

Petey seemed stunned, but what else was new?

“Have you had your exam yet, son?” Ben asked him. “I know you haven’t had your file photos taken yet?”

Petey just shook his head as he seemed to realize what was going on right across from him!

“Lewie, SIT STILL!” Ben snapped at the boy on his lap, pushing him down firmly and giving him a squeeze. “Can’t you see I’m trying to talk to Peter?”

“Fuck an’ talk at same time, man you talented!” Lewie joked, as Ben reached up and pinched Lewie’s nipple – hard. Lewie squealed. Several of the other nullos laughed.

“Is y-your…is y-your…?” Petey gasped. “Are y-you r-really…?” He didn’t seem to be able to say it.

“You mean am I sitting here with my cock up young Lewie’s butt? Why, yes, I do believe I am?” Ben smiled.

Petey’s eyes rolled up and he fainted, halfway through his dessert. Yep, facedown in the fake chocolate mousse…

“Ben, you are NOT helping,” I sighed in resignation.

“You might as well take him to Ronny now,” Ben suggested, “Poor little thing. Scared silly, is he?”

“Ya think?!” I gave Ben a look. Lewie wasn’t the only one who could get away with it, you know.

“I’m sure Ronny can work him in, and give him something for panic. I see he ate well?” Ben asked.

“Yes, and it’s only a matter of days until the drugs kick in and start making him horny,” Keye added. “Then look out!”

“Speaking of,” Ben nodded. “I think I’ll take Lewie home with me tonight, as he was complaining so much about his workload today. I’d say complaints about my operation deserve some punishment, don’t you, Sander?”

“I’d spank him,” I suggested, “Then fuck his red little ass until he begs you to stop! Then I’d fuck him som more!”

“You would, IF you had a dick,” Chris slapped my back, as he walked by with a few of our friends. They were all laughing, of course. Being a head shorter than me, though, Chris was still being a daily fuck-toy for the clients and didn’t work a side job like Hop and I did.

Lewie just smiled and reached his arms back to try and hug Ben. It wasn’t a punishment, and we all knew it. Then, in a display of strength and agility belying his years, Ben got up without dislodging Lewie, and held him tightly without even pulling out of him and strode out of the room.

I sighed as I gathered up the unconscious Petey and decided to follow Ben’s advice. I’d take him and dump him on Dr. Knox, Ronny that is, and be rid of him for the night. At least I’d get some real sleep. I’d only had Petey for a few hours, but he’d already worn me down worse than an all-day rental to a group of client buddies!

My arms were getting very tired by the time I got to the infirmary. I hate to say it, but I was pretty anxious to see Lewie safely sedated in a hospital bed for the night.

“Sorry, Sander,” Dr. Knox told me, gesturing at a few newbies that were just being checked over by his nurse, Manfred. “Not all of them are fit to be released into population yet, and I’ve got to get prepped to cut a couple that just can’t wait. You can feel free to leave him here, if you like, but you’ll have to babysit him if you do.”

I groaned.

About the, Petey came to.

“D-don’ leave me, S-Sander, p-please?” He started crying again, and for some reason, I felt this odd need to keep a hold of him. It was strange. A minute ago, I couldn’t have waited to dump him and run. “I…I’m s-sc-scared!”

One look at the infirmary, though, and he was off to sobbing again, begging in his adorable stutter between gasps to not let them cut his dick off yet.

“I guess I’ll take him back home with me, Doctor,” I admitted in defeat, but we didn’t quite make it. I live in the penthouse of the boys’ hotel, after all, along with some friends. And despite the fact that we have an elevator, I just wasn’t up to it. Besides, there was the outside chance that Petey might jump!

So it was that I took him back to his temporary single dorm room and put him to bed. If you’ll recall, I said he never even stopped moving, even when he was asleep.

THAT was an understatement.

Petey begged me to sleep with him, and held onto me all night. It was hours before he drifted off, and to top it off, he had nightmares.

When morning came, I looked like I’d gone a round in the S&M wing. I had bruises all over my side, and I hadn’t slept more than an hour straight all night long.

“’You look like shit,’” isn’t the best morning greeting to have, you know, and to top it all off, my collar notified me that I was booked for a client right after breakfast.

“It’s gonna be a LONG day,” I sighed, as I escorted Petey down to the infirmary again.