Todd II - al-Qaeda Strike Back 4 (Penultimate Chapter)

By Pueros

For Bboy, with thanks for all his hard work for eunuch.org!

Chapter 4 - Friends

(London, England, March 2002, 2 days later)

The boy's penis arrived in the post.

The envelope, containing the severed young cock, had been delivered to the American Embassy in London. Detective Chief Superintendent Burrows of New Scotland Yard now found himself again attempting to console the deeply shocked and disturbed parents and elder brother of Josh in their fashionable home in the centre of the British capital. He had felt obliged to tell them about the awful news and that preliminary examination had shown that the poor boy who had suffered dismemberment was white, as opposed to the previous four who were light brown. DNA and other tests were now taking place to try to discover the victim's identity, as no identification had been provided by the terrorists. The origin of the gruesome consignment was also being investigated, although little hope of discovering its source was anticipated. The previous quartet had been hand delivered to offices of large national couriers for onward conveyance by bearded men whom the clerks of the various receiving companies had great difficulty in matching to mug photos of potential suspects.

A small party of American officials entered the spacious richly furnished parlour in which the detective and Josh's immediate family were quietly chatting and rather rudely disturbed the conversation. "Agent Davies, CIA," loudly announced the apparent leader, a tall bespectacled middle-aged man with crew cut hair that made him look bald, "I have orders to take over the case!"

Burrows was astonished and expressed his surprise. "I have received no instructions to hand matters over to anyone," he declared, "and anyway the CIA has no authority in Britain." The DCS's retort was interrupted when his mobile phone rang. "Yes, what is it!" he shouted with clear annoyance into the accursed devise. The detective's face then went bright red.

"Sorry sir," apologised Burrows into his phone, "but…." He never managed to complete his sentence as the head of his force, the Commissioner of the Metropolitan Police, perfunctorily conveyed with clear distaste new orders. As the DCS was putting the phone back in his pocket, Davies smirked and commented "My authority I believe!"

Davies continued "Thank you for your help, Chief whatever you are, but we'll take over from here, although your full co-operation under our directions are expected." The agent then turned to the surprised American familial threesome and said rather unsympathetically "Now, if you don't mind, I have some questions to ask!" The appalled Burrows stood up from his chair and walked slowly away.

(London, England, March 2002, next day, 12.30p.m.)

Todd had decided to carry on with life as normally as he could. It was his way of showing that the terrorists would not get him down. The 17 years old had therefore attended his English High School as usual, although now accompanied by a personal plain-clothes police bodyguard. The teenager was consuming his packed lunch in the 6th form common-room and talking to his best friend, Ben, out of earshot of his protector.

"I thought that the British detective was doing the best he could and didn't deserve to be usurped by the CIA," advised Todd, "as, although Davies is a fellow countryman and I am full of respect for his organisation, I found this particular chief agent full of his own self-aggrandisement. He's very brash and arrogant and I wonder whether his determination to catch Josh's abductors will be at all costs, even my brother's life. I can't stand idly by and let that happen!"

"What do you propose to do and how do you want me to help?" asked Ben, realising that the beautiful young American had already formulated a plan. The English teenager had noticed that, after he and Josh had discovered that Todd had gone to Thailand to have a penectomy, his friend had lost his initial temperamental isolation to blossom into a happy, confident and gregarious young man, who both worked hard and played hard. The only people who were disappointed with him had been the girls at school who apparently fancied him rotten but had given up trying to entice him into a date, sadly coming to the conclusion that he must be gay.

Since his operation, Todd felt that he was experiencing a continuous intense unquenchable sexual high that compelled his mind to divert from the frequent natural lecherous thoughts of a normal teenager to other matters. As a result, he had divided all his efforts into enjoying the company and sharing many of the social and sporting activities of his large circle of similarly aged male friends and his studies. The latter had converted an academically gifted youth into one demonstrating brilliance, already earning him a scholarship to his preferred choice of university.

Todd was scheduled to start at Oxford in September. Ben, less successful at school, because much of his own waking thought invariably meandered to sex, and therefore unable to follow, had chosen what he considered the next best selection, the University of Reading in Berkshire. Oxford and Reading were only just over 20 miles away from each other, which his friend had described as "Just a quick cycle ride!"

Todd answered Ben's question by stating "Haj! Let's go to talk to him." "Why?" asked the English teenager. The American youth replied patiently "Because our friend is a member of the local Muslim community and might have some suggestions as to who could be involved in Josh's abduction."

Ben was sceptical that Haj could help but the two teenagers sought out the young Muslim, a fellow 6th former. Followed at a distance by the policeman, they located the young Pakistani in the school playground chatting up some girls from the year below. "Sorry to interrupt," apologised Todd, "but any chance of a quiet word?"

Haj, who had become very friendly with Todd, was on the verge of arranging a date with one of the girls but was nevertheless more than willing to break off his conversation with the 16 years old females to talk to the 17 years old males. He had already expressed his sorrows to the young American at his brother's kidnapping and offered his services if his friend considered that there was something that he could do to help.

"Haj, I've thought about your offer of assistance," Todd informed, "and, if you don't mind, I'd like to pick your mind about extremists in the Muslim community." He continued diplomatically "All ethnic groups have such people, including my own. After all, white racial extremists started the 2nd World War, the bloodiest in history, and perpetrated the holocaust as well as many other atrocities at other times. However, it seems plain that Josh is in the hands of Muslims and probably in London. Do you have any suggestions as to who they could be? Anything that you can tell me would be greatly appreciated!"

Meanwhile, DCS Burrows was very unhappy. Davies had ordered the overnight rounding up of all suspects so that they could be questioned about Josh's disappearance. The Englishman had preferred to keep them under discreet surveillance, hoping that some would provide evidence as to where the 14 years old boy was held. The American instead believed that intense interrogation would produce better results. Unfortunately, the latter proved incorrect.

"Well," answered Haj, a clever perceptive teen, "I heard that many of the obvious candidates were arrested during the night and taken to local police stations. However, I don't believe that any of them know anything as they're too prominent supporters of extreme views. Al-Quaeda would be much more discreet for an operation of this kind." The young Muslim paused in thought before continuing "Give me 24 hours to make some enquiries in my mosque and I'll report back to you tomorrow as to what I've discovered!"

(London, England, March 2002, same day, 4p.m.)

Todd and Ben had walked back towards the former's home where the latter was staying temporarily to be of comfort to his friend. With the assistance of the plain clothes detective, they were having to push through the crowd of media personnel and voyeurs, held back by police roping, to enter the formerly quiet cul-de-sac where the teenager's house was located. However, before this objective was achieved, the young American's right arm was grasped and he heard a female voice tinged with the accent of his compatriots say "Hello Todd!" The youth turned to see the beautiful Dr.Ching, with 15 years old Miki standing at her side.

(London, England, March 2002, same day, 4.30p.m.)

Todd, Ben, Dr.Ching and Miki, with their police protector, went to a nearby café to chat, the latter having reported the reason, meeting friends for a coffee, for the teenagers' late arrival home via his radio. The detective also discreetly took a seat at a different table from the foursome to allow them to chat in private.

"What are you doing here?" asked Todd, having made the appropriate introductions. "A private commission," replied Dr.Ching, "a rather rich bdsm master wishes to satisfy his latest young slave's desire to be ceremonially castrated without anaesthetic. It's to take place at 9 o'clock tonight, apparently exactly 18 years to the day and hour since the teenager was born. However, we'd have come anyway after hearing the awful news. What can we do to help?"

Todd thought for a moment before responding. Realising that he would welcome the diversion, he requested "If you can, take me to see the ceremony!"

(London, England, March 2002, same day, 8.30p.m.)

The 50 years old bdsm master was happy to accommodate Todd. The multi-millionaire had converted the cellar of his large house into a mix of sexual playrooms, including cells where his two slaves lived when he did not want them, a well-equipped torture chamber and a small ceremonial shrine. The castration party was in the latter, which was painted completely black with various mythological insignia in gold.

The millionaire wore tight-fitting black leather trousers and mask and had required Todd and Miki to dress in the same manner. Dr.Ching was also attired in a mask, but with a short low-cut dress of the same shiny material. The 19 years old slave escorted his soon-to-be-gelded younger colleague into the shrine and before their master. The teenagers were covered only by minuscule black thongs, with wide leather collars fixed to their necks, as well as similar attachments to their wrists and ankles, and displayed the millionaire's monogram branded onto the middle of both of their bare buttocks.

The altar comprised a low platform on top of which a heavy black wooden table had been placed with adjustable manacles located in each corner. Dr.Ching and Miki stood behind the table closest to the rear wall, the latter bearing a tray holding bowl, scalpel, disinfectant, cotton wool, stitching tools and bandages. Todd was standing behind his friends. Ben had preferred not to watch but had stayed upstairs watching television.

Dr.Ching had already assured herself of the handsome blonde-haired blue-eyed young slave's desire, psychological need and soundness and physical readiness for what was about to happen. She waited patiently as the millionaire and the completely smooth 18 years old teenager went through various short rites. These involved the latter making several vows of dedication of his extracted testes to the honour and glory of his master and of on-going subsequent devotion, as well as several acts of prostration.

"Strip and mount the castration table!" the millionaire eventually ordered and his 18 years old slave gracefully obeyed. It was already clear from the bulge in the teenager's thong that he was aroused and this was verified when he slipped off his tiny garment to reveal a rampant hairless erection, which throbbed and pointed towards his belly once he had splayed himself on the table.

The other slave chained his colleague firmly in place. The millionaire leaned over and, despite his mask, kissed the spreadeagled teenager whilst rubbing the youth's eager cock. The lad's body soon quaked regardless of his tight restraints and copies amounts of semen spurted up his stomach and chest and over his face. The man then nodded to the Doctor who dabbed the boy's scrotum with kind disinfectant before picking up the scalpel in her right hand.

Dr.Ching rested the implement against the upper middle of the young slave's ball sac, paused and asked the teenager whether he was still sure. The youth politely but determinedly replied "Yes, mistress!" The Doctor therefore requested the 18 years old to bite a small leather strap to protect his lips and tongue before beginning her expert incision, holding his still-hard cock in her left hand as progress was made. She quickly exposed the lad's testicles before severing them with proficient ease and placing them in the bowl now held by the millionaire. She concluded by tidying up the new eunuch's emptied scrotum.

(Somewhere in England, same time)

Josh had just been raped and then left alone again. The sobbing agonised 14 years old boy wondered whether rescue would ever come.

(To be concluded in chapter 5 - 'Teamwork')