The American Prince 13: Back To Boston

Christmas was indeed a wonderful holiday for the five boys and their father. In spite of all they’d been told, Steve, Gary and Paul were not the least prepared for the palatial luxury of their new home. Even Colin had forgot what he had walked away from, and now that he had his father back in a way that he could relate to, he was wondering with the other three how he could possibly even think of leaving such an existence, and of his own free will.

First order of business: teach three boys to swim. None of them had spent very much time in a swimming pool, and none of them could swim a stroke; but they were soon inspired as they watched Colin’s lithe naked body glide effortlessly through the water. Wallace joined him, and soon all five of them were naked and in the pool. Wallace was a pretty good swimmer himself; far better than even Colin knew. After three days in the water, the three newcomers were swimming... well, they weren’t swim team material yet, but they had lost their fear of the water and were comfortable enough to enjoy themselves.

Getting back in school was another matter. For Colin, going back to Willowcrest was like going home. He had lots of friends, had loved the challenge of the athletic program, the music program, even the academics. He had lost a half year, but that to him was just an added challenge that he welcomed. Paul was more or less indifferent. To him school was school: a necessary evil. For Steve and Gary it was downright frightening. It had been two years since they’d been to school at all, and they had never attended regularly their entire lives. Mr. Fawning, the Headmaster, had come to the house over the holidays. He stated the obvious, that placing Steve and Gary would be difficult; but he assured all four boys that they were more than welcome, and that the staff would be apprized of their backgrounds and would do everything in their power to bring the boys up to speed.

Mr. Fawning did even better than he’d promised. He advised the boys to stay home the first day of class so he could prepare the school for their coming. On that day he held a school assembly, where he told the boys’ story; ALL of it. He reasoned that they would eventually be naked in the showers, so there would be no hiding their secret. The entire incident had been kept from the public, and Mr. Fawning explained to the school student body that they were somewhat concerned that our friend Rahim might have accomplices in this country, which was why the whole incident had been hushed. He implored the students and faculty to keep what they learned to themselves, and he did it in such a way as to make them all believe that they were indeed privileged to be fully informed. He told that Colin and two of his brothers had been totally emasculated by their captor, and had risked their very lives to rescue the one who was now their little brother Paul.

By the time the boys made their appearance the next day, they were folk heros in the school. Colin, of course, was welcomed back as a fallen hero; the other three simply because of what they had gone through and survived. Many of the students were anxious to see what an emasculated male looked like, some even wanted to touch; but there was very little laughter or making fun. On the contrary, everyone seemed quite impressed that the three eunuchs seemed none the worse for the experience, except for the obvious: they were asexual.

By the end of January, all were settled into a hectic but workable routine. Grades were acceptable, kids were catching up and making friends, Wallace was keeping his promise and thoroughly enjoying the boys, as they were enjoying for the first time having a devoted father; but then another interruption came when their friend Tom the cop called from Boston. “We will be needing the boys’ testimony,” he told Wallace as the boys did homework in their rooms. “We can come down there and videotape the whole thing, but then there is the matter of Rahim. I’m afraid we’ve made a deal with him that you might not like. We have agreed not to prosecute if he will turn over his entire harem of slave boys to me. I’ll be leaving for his country in a few days to get them.”
“Does that mean he simply goes free, to start a new harem?” Wallace said. “That’s an outrage! The boys are gonna be furious! You set him free and he’ll just go back home and build another harem.”
“Maybe not,” Tom said. “That’s why I called. When do the boys have spring break?”

Wallace dug out his appointment calendar. “Second week in March,” he replied when he’d found the information. “I was planning on taking them to Disney World.”
“You’d be doing me a real favor if you’d reconsider,” Tom said. “I should be back with all those kids by then, and it’ll be time to release Rahim. I can arrange to house him in Dr. Mark’s house if you and the boys could see your way clear to come take custody of him for a few days while I arrange transportation. I’m sure y’all can think of ways to... er... entertain him.”
“Are you suggesting what I think you are?” Wallace said, the shock in his voice very evident.
“I’m not suggesting anything,” Tom answered slyly. “I was only thinking that those kids put Mark out of business very effectively, and of course I could never condone anything like that, but accidents do happen...”
“I’d be pleased to babysit Mr. Rahim for you,” Wallace said. “I’m not gonna say anything to the boys just yet, but I suspect they’ll be at least as willing as I am. They’ll be disappointed that we’re not going to Disney World, so we’ll have to find... ahh... alternate means to entertain them.”
“You’ll think of something,” Tom said as a wide smile broke on his face.

“But why Boston?” Colin whined as they boarded the plane. It was the Saturday following their last day of classes, and the boys had been growing increasingly excited about going to Disney World. “We don’t ever want to go to Boston again as long as we live!”
“There’s something I have to do there,” Wallace replied. “We can still go to Disney when it’s not so crowded, and I need you guys with me in Boston. I think you’ll enjoy this, but I can’t tell you just yet what is going on.”
“While we’re there, can we check on how things are going with that Rahim guy?” Gary asked innocently.
“Count on it!” Wallace said with an evil grin. He had been snooping just a little, and had discovered that all four boys had been visiting various web sites: there were the various sites dealing with castration, which was understandable and perhaps even healthy. But there were other sites as well: sites dealing with bondage, S&M, all sorts of things that they had obviously been introduced to while in the company of their captor.

“Dr. Mark’s house?” Steve questioned after they had landed in Boston and Wallace had driven their rental car directly to the abandoned house in the Boston subdivision. “We’re staying in Mark’s house?”
“We’ll be staying in a hotel room,” Wallace informed them. “We’re gonna have certain special... er... ‘needs,’ and this seemed the ideal location to fill those needs so we’ll be spending a lot of time here. It really is a nice house, if you can get over what happened to you here.”
“I don’t know if I can,” Gary said doubtfully.
“I’m hoping we can find some things to do to help you there, Gary. You need closure to this whole ugly thing, and I think I’ve figured out how to help you get that closure.”

The boys seemed rather upset to be here, so Wallace allowed them to wander around upstairs for a few minutes, then after seeing that all the video equipment and other “special devices” had been removed, he herded them into the car again and went to check into the hotel. When he got a few minutes alone he contacted Tom, who said he and his crew would spend the evening making his arrangements. Wallace thanked him, then told the boys to get dressed, that he was taking them all out for a good meal.

The following day, Tom came around to pick the Frank family up and take them to the police station. He said his rescue of the boy harem had been successful, that he had brought fifteen eunuchs back to the US with him. They had been taken from several different countries, and all were more or less homeless except four, who had already been reunited with their families. The remaining 11 had already been placed in foster homes, but their stories had been recorded for evidence and for this occasion. Colin was secretly hoping that he would see David in the group, but again he was disappointed. What he did see was a lot of interviews where different boys, some of them through an interpreter, told of their lives as Rahim’s slaves. Rahim was indeed a very sick and abusive individual and seemed to delight in the misery of his possessions, and all four boys, even little Paul, began getting ideas what they would like to do to Rahim if they ever got a chance. They spent the entire day Sunday viewing interviews with various boys, ranging in age from seven to seventeen, who related stories of beatings and canings, being starved and required to eat each other’s feces, and being humiliated publicly for the entertainment of Rahim and his hired staff. Wallace and his four boys were visibly shaken by what they had seen and heard, the three eunuchs especially. For the first time since their ordeal had begun, they realized how foolish they’d been for even remotely considering that this was a way of life that would be acceptable to them.

Monday morning, the Frank’s got to meet some of the refugees. Tom had given them all the option, and five had accepted. They were at Mark’s house when Wallace and his sons arrived. They all embraced warmly; they were all eunuchs except little Paul, who because of his age was not to take part in the festivities of the day. John and Ben were 17, Danny was 16, Joel and Adam were both 15. They had all had an experience similar to Colin’s, and all at the hand of the good Dr. Mark, so all were well pleased that he had been taken care of. After everyone had met and got acquainted Wallace suggested they all make their way to the basement where he said he had a surprise for them. No one was really very excited about going back to where they’d lost their boyhood, and no one could understand why Wallace would take them there; but like all teens, their curiosity made them follow the man down the stairs. To their utter astonishment, they found Rahim himself chained to a post. “OhMyGod!” Steve exclaimed. “It’s Rahim! How the hell...”
“It doesn’t matter,” Wallace said as all the eunuchs in the group crowded in to get a look. “The important thing is to make sure this piece of slime has no reason to emasculate any more boys.” He then explained that Rahim had been officially released from custody and that Wallace and his boys had been given the opportunity of “entertaining” him until his plane left late Monday night.

Wallace left the house then, bound for the hotel where Paul was waiting, wondering what had happened to everyone. He told his sons and the other eunuchs before he left, “Do what you think is right, boys, but don’t kill him. He has the word of the Boston Police that he will be returned safely to his home, and they take their word seriously. Just make sure he will never again victimize boys like you guys.”

“So, what’re we gonna do now?” one of the ex-slaves asked.
“First, let’s get him into the cage,” Steve suggested. The cage was a very small cell, hardly large enough for a man to do more than sit down. It had been used in the past when Mark had more than one boy at one time waiting for surgery. So all eight boys took hold of Rahim, released the legirons that held him to the post, and dragged him to the cage and locked him in. “What now?” Ben wanted to know.
“Let’s go upstairs and discuss it,” Colin suggested. “I can’t believe we’ve got a chance like this, so let’s plan what we’re gonna do.”

After an hour of haggling, arguing, and listening to each other relate what was on his mind regarding Rahim, the eight eunuchs decided what they were going to do and how they were going to do it. They scrounged around Mark’s bedroom and other parts of the house until they’d found what they needed to fulfill their plan. The surgical equipment, they knew, would be in the operating room in the basement. First up was Colin, given this honor because it had been his father who had made the entire thing possible.

“Hi, Rahim, remember me?” Colin said cheerfully as he reentered the basement.
“I don’t believe I know you,” Rahim said.
“Perhaps this will refresh your memory,” Colin said as he pushed his pants and underpants to the floor, revealing his smooth crotch, the marks of the stitches still vividly red.
“You’re one of the new eunuchs I came to get,” Rahim said.
“I’m the last boy you will ever have castrated,” Colin said with such venom in his voice that he even frightened himself. “Now, Rahim, it’s payback time. I need you to get undressed and pass your clothes out to me.”
“Do you know who you’re talking to?” Rahim demanded.
“I think I know precisely whom I’m talking to,” Colin replied. “But I will repeat, we need you to get undressed.” Rahim didn’t move, nor did he remove his gaze from Colin’s face. His icy stare almost froze the blood in Colin’s veins. “Very well,” he said with a sigh, and he called Joel.

“You do remember Joel, don’t you?” Colin said. “Joel is fifteen now. He has been in your harem since he was 9, which is the longest anyone in our group has been your... er... property. I guess that means he knows you better than anyone, and he knows better than anyone here the techniques you have used in the past to get what you want. With the help of some of his colleagues, Joel will try to convince you that we mean business.”

The six remaining eunuchs appeared, and the cage was unlocked. With two eunuchs on each side of him, Rahim was dragged out of the cage and laid unceremoniously across the table; the same table that everyone present had lain on and lost his male parts. Rahim’s wrists were secured to the legs of the table, his ankles spread wide apart and fastened securely to the other two legs. Without a word, Adam reached around Rahim’s waist and untied the knot that held his pants up, then lowered them to the floor. Rahim was not wearing any underwear. “OK, Joel, I guess we’re ready,” Colin said as the seven eunuchs headed for the stairs. “Call us when you’ve finished.”

The seven, after a big show of leaving until they were out of Rahim’s sight, stopped and crouched on the floor of the basement as Joel delivered the first blow to the man’s bare behind. Rahim screamed, then uttered a curse to Joel. “Oh dear,” Joel said with a grin. “Did I forget to mention that we don’t allow language like that here?” Another blow, another stripe across Rahim’s ass, and another curse. “You’re starting to get behind,” Joel said. “Every time you curse you get five more blows added to the ten you already had. That means you’re up to... now let me see.... I’m not very good at math because when I should have been in school I was busy getting fucked by you! I guess twenty more strikes will do.”

When Joel was finished, he gently pulled Rahim’s pants back up, then called the others back. “I think he’ll be a little more cooperative now,” he said as he handed his whip to Adam.
“Too bad,” Adam said. “I always wondered what being on this end of the whip would feel like. If I release your hands, are you gonna undress for me, Rahim?”
“You’re nothing but a common boy whore,” Rahim spat. “What reason would I possibly have to do your bidding?”
“I’m a common boy whore with a whip,” Adam replied. “I guess now is the time I get to learn what it feels like to be on the handle end.”

Twenty lashes later, Rahim was begging for the opportunity to take his clothes off. “I don’t know, Rahim,” he said. “I’m beginning to understand why you liked beating me so much. It feels altogether different when you’re on this end of the whip.”
“Please, no more!” Rahim begged.

WHACK!

“No more, SIR!” Adam said. “Remember that, Rahim?”
“Yes, sir,” Rahim replied weakly.

Rahim was escorted back to his cage where his restraints were removed and he removed his clothing. He wasn’t fast enough for John, so he gave Rahim twenty lashes, which brought more curses from Rahim, which earned him 20 more lashes from Ben, who was by far the biggest and strongest of the boys. They tried to find an excuse for Danny to have a turn, but he declined. “I don’t care,” he said with tears welling up in his eyes. “I just wanna make sure he never hurts anyone again. He knows what it feels like to be helpless and whipped, so enough’s enough.”

Rahim was escorted, naked except for his wrist and ankle restraints, to the operating table. He hesitated when Steve ordered him up to the table, so Danny did apply two hard whacks across his back to get him moving. Once on the table, he was strapped down with his legs in the stirrups. “Dr. Mark used to help us before he castrated us by sucking us dry,” Steve said. “We’re not gonna do that for you because no one here wants that filthy thing of yours in their mouth. You really should have bathed more, Rahim. You are a filthy, disgusting motherfucker!”
“You are going to castrate me?” Rahim questioned as Steve and Colin put on rubber gloves.
“We haven’t decided,” Colin replied. “We’re definitely gonna cut your cock off, but we’re not sure yet whether to castrate you or not.”
“Please don’t!” he begged. “To be castrated is the worst disgrace a man can suffer in my religion. If I am castrated I will be doomed to hell!”

“It is also against your religion to mess with boys,” John said bitterly. “You didn’t seem to let that bother you.”
“I have never touched a boy of our faith,” Rahim defended. “Boys who have been castrated are not really boys anymore, and they are damned to eternal hell, so it really doesn’t matter with them. But I have never, nor would I ever touch one of our own boys. You are all infidels and it doesn’t matter what we do to you. To castrate you is to prevent more like you from entering the world, so it is to the glory of Allah that you were castrated.”
“I’m no expert on Islam,” John said, “but I think I know enough about the religion to know that you’re talking bullshit! That’s just your way of justifying your sick behavior.”
“Oh, and thank you for helping us make our decision on your castration,” Ben said as he put on a pair of rubber gloves. “Shall we proceed, gentlemen?”

After considerable disagreement and discussion, the eight eunuchs decided they really did not want to try cutting on their victim. True, Steve had assisted in two total emasculations, but he didn’t feel all that confident and he wasn’t the least interested in killing anyone, even the hated Rahim! So they finally agreed to band him and let it go at that. “You have a choice,” John said as he prepared the first band on the elastrator. “You can take a couple pain pills, or you can take it like a man.”
“You cannot do this!” Rahim protested. “I have the promise of the Boston Police Department. There are laws in this country. You will go to prison for a long time!”
“I’ll take that as a no,” John said with a grin. “You don’t want pain pills, is that correct? As for your promise from the Boston Police, we were told you will be returned to your home safely and you will be. As for your rights in this country, what about the fuckin’ rights you denied all of us? What about that, you piece of shit?”

In spite of his situation, Rahim simply would not admit or face the fact that he was going to be castrated no matter what he did or said. So when he would not respond to John’s offer for pain medication, John expanded the band in the machine, and with the help of two of the others, slipped Rahim’s two testicles through and snapped the band in place. Rahim screamed as the band closed on his scrotum above his balls, cutting off circulation. Three additional bands were applied by three more of the eunuchs.

“I’d like to think we’re done,” Ben said as he snapped the fourth band in place. “But I’m afraid this is too easy. All you have to do is take some hormone shots and you’re as good as new sexually. It’s regretful, but we’re gonna have to take your cock too to make sure.” Rahim begged and pleaded, but his discourse fell on deaf ears as he felt a catheter sliding into his penis. When his bladder emptied through the tube into a small bucket on the floor, Joel applied the small syringe to the balloon tube and the catheter was locked in place. Then one by one, the remaining four eunuchs slipped the end of the catheter through an expanded band, then slid the band over Rahim’s penis until it was against his body, then snapped it off the elastrator. Rahim was in a lot of pain now and begging for mercy. “I don’t know how much good they’ll do now,” Steve said, “but for what it’s worth, I’ll give you two strong pain pills.” He popped the two pills into Rahim’s mouth followed by a half a glass of water, and Rahim choked them down. Half an hour later he was quiet, his balls swollen and turning blue, his cock swelling and also beginning to look less than healthy.

The boys went back upstairs, their work here done. There were those among them who wanted to simply drive one of the many knives into Rahim’s heart, but the majority ruled, saying that killing him would only lower themselves to his level. “But he’s killed lots o’ boys,” Danny protested. “It’d be doing the world a favor!”
“You’re right,” John replied. “The world doesn’t need his kind, but I think we’ve pretty well put him outta business, an’ we really haven’t committed any crimes in doing it. Now we can get on with our lives without worrying about him.”

The three newcomers, Colin, Steve and Gary, were interested in hearing about life in Rahim’s harem. The other five all assured them that they needed to be very thankful they’d managed to avoid going there. “It’s about as hopeless a situation as you can imagine,” John told them. “We were treated pretty well, as far as food and beds and all that are concerned. We had to service Rahim any time he wanted, and we got beaten a lot, sometimes we didn’t even know why except that Rahim liked to hear us scream. When he got tired of fucking us, we were usually put into training as fighters.”
“Fighters?” Colin questioned.
“Yeah, fighters. That’s one of the ways he got rid of boys he was tired of. He would put us in a ring and make us fight to the death.”

“Why couldn’t you just refuse?” Steve asked.
“We could,” Ben replied. “Actually I saw a boy refuse. He beat another kid senseless, then he quit. He was beaten till he could hardly walk, and then he was made to watch while they brought in some street kids who took the guy he had beaten and tied him to a stake, then kicked and clawed him to death, slow and painful. It woulda been much better and more merciful if he had just snapped the kid’s neck or something.”

“So that’s how all his boys ended up?”
“No,” Ben said. “Some of ‘em were sold to some of Rahim’s friends, and some of ‘em just plain disappeared. Rahim didn’t much care for boys, even eunuchs, once they got to 17 or 18. But he’s got this extreme, insane hate for Americans - ALL Americans. He can’t do much else so he takes his hate out on his American boys.”

They continued to talk into the night, until Wallace returned. “We’re all done here, Dad,” Colin told him.
“So soon?” Wallace said with surprise.
“Yeah, we found we weren’t really enjoying his company much so we just did what we had to do an’ then came upstairs to talk and get to know one another. Now we all just wanna go home and get on with our lives.”
“Sounds good to me,” Wallace said. “I’ll call Tom and have him pick up our guest, then we can all go out to eat if you like. I’ve arranged to rent a twelve passenger van so we can all go together, so I’ll go pick it up now. You kids wait here and I’ll be back within an hour.” The boys didn’t mind; they were becoming good friends, and the three novice eunuchs were especially intrigued by the stories relating all that their new friends had endured. If they hadn’t been so intent in these stories, they might have heard the noises downstairs. As it was they suspected nothing until they heard Tom arrive; but when he walked into the living room where they all waited, his nose was bloody, one eye closing rapidly from a blow, and he was in handcuffs.

“You stupid little whores,” Rahim sneered as he entered from downstairs, still naked. “Your puny efforts to castrate me have totally failed! As you can see, the blood is already restoring natural color to my magnificent organs. I must say though, you used good judgment in not using a knife on me. If you had tried, you would all be dead now. You have all been observed from the moment you arrived. And now if you will all be so kind as to turn your backs so we can get you all handcuffed.”

Suddenly there were about fifteen men, who seemed to have materialized from everywhere, and all were armed heavily. The boys were so shocked, all they could do was comply. In a very short order all eight of them were secured in handcuffs and leg irons, and being led out a side door to a waiting van. “I hope you five enjoyed your little vacation,” Rahim said as they loaded their captives into the van. “Now it’s time you all did a little something for me. I had hoped that more of you would show up for this little party, but you all will just have to suffice.”

When the last of the eight boys was aboard, Tom appeared and started to climb into the van. “Not you,” Rahim said. “You have caused me quite enough trouble for one lifetime.” As eight horrified eunuchs watched, Rahim took a large machete and swung it. When Tom’s body hit the ground, it had no head.

When Wallace returned to the house with the rented van, the house was completely empty. He ran to the basement, and as he feared, Rahim was gone. Frantic now, he checked the outside grounds and discovered Tom’s decapitated body lying in a pool of blood. His own blood running cold now, he called the police, then the hotel room to check on Paul. As he had feared, there was no answer. He ran back into the house to leave a note explaining where he was going, then raced to the hotel where he’d left Paul, having instructed him to open the door for no one. The room was empty.

“You know you left the scene of a crime,” the angry lieutenant lectured when Wallace got back to Mark’s house.
“I didn’t disturb anything,” Wallace said. “I had to go check on a little ten year old back at my hotel. He’s gone too.”
“Of course he is,” the cop said. “You and Tom put your heads together and came up with the most stupid-assed plan I ever heard of! And now one of my best detectives is dead.”
“You left him in charge of that SOB,” Wallace returned. “What was he supposed to do with him, take him to a movie?”
“He knew that bastard had lots of accomplices,” the cop spat back. “It was just plain stupid to think they wouldn’t be tracking him. Now how many kids are missing?”
“Nine,” Wallace said with a shudder.
“Well, it’s a job for the FBI now. I wouldn’t plan on going anywhere for a while, Mr. Frank. They probably had a second plane stashed somewhere, and unless I miss my guess they’re far out over the Atlantic by now.”

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“Your meddling father has messed me up really good,” Rahim told Colin and his brothers. “He somehow found out that all my assets, all my income are from Saudi Arabia and Kuwait. He’s contacted the governments there and they’ve frozen everything! Now you and your friends are gonna have to become my income, because I have none of my own. Not to worry though, I have a few ideas how I can make a lot of money with nine pretty boys.”
“Nine?” Colin said impulsively.
“Yes, nine,” Rahim said with an evil grin. “I guess I forgot to tell you that we’ve fallen on a little bonus. Consider it interest on what you owe me for causing me all that pain, all the inconvenience.” He waved his hand, and two of his henchmen pulled a struggling, tied and gagged Paul from behind a curtain.

“You’re not gonna get away with this,” Colin said weakly. “They’ll never leave you alone until you’ve let us go.”
“On the contrary,” Rahim said with a smile. “You won’t be going anywhere, unless you want your little brother here to become my own personal slave boy. I will keep him just as he is for now, fully intact and virginal as long as you and your friends cooperate. Otherwise, I can think of at least ten associates who would pay me handsomely for a chance at his sweet little butt. Actually you and your two other brothers will be my first big payoff. I had hoped to avail myself of your virgin holes on the way home, but all that has changed now. I will already have customers waiting to sperm you good by the time we land. If you show them a good enough time and they’re satisfied, I won’t have to offer Paul here to compensate for your lack of performance.”

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Wallace Frank urged the FBI to get the word out to all possible stop points that a small private jet might stop for fuel on its way home. They did as they were asked, but at the same time they weren’t hopeful. They explained that the plane they had impounded had been fitted with special wing tanks that would allow it to make the journey non-stop, and they had no reason to believe the second plane would not also be so equipped. “So what the hell do we do now?” Wallace demanded.
“You don’t do anything,” the agent said sternly. “It seems you and your cop friend have done quite enough. We will be trying to infiltrate the country, hopefully getting some information; but don’t expect anything to happen very quickly. We have no official contacts or cooperative treaties with that country, so on an official basis our friend is perfectly safe there. I want you to just go home and stay there, and keep your nose out of it. If there is anything you can do, we’ll call. Otherwise, unless you want to be arrested, and we already have a long list of things we can arrest you for, go home and stay out of it!”

Wallace did as he was told. He knew that what he and Tom had cooked up was less than legal, but he knew that if they hadn’t done anything Rahim would have gone scot free. He hadn’t known about the efforts to block Rahim’s wealth, otherwise he might have given the whole project second thought. But as it was, he felt he was powerless to do anything except wait to see what the FBI would come up with. At least that’s what he wanted everyone to think. As soon as he was home in Florida, Wallace got on the phone. First order of business: buy an executive jet that could travel long distances without refueling.

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“Now that you’re in your new home,” a man said to the gathered boys in perfect English, “we need to set some ground rules. When you are here in your barracks, which might not be that often, you will keep the entire place spotless. You will bathe every morning and change your shorts, which is the only clothing you will have here in the dormitory. You will make your beds and see to your own laundry, and you will each inspect your neighbors. If anyone is found at any time to be less than perfectly clean there will be severe punishment not only for the dirty one, but his bunk mates on either side of him. In a few minutes you will all be issued enema equipment, which will be yours. You will use it every day, with the help of your mates; you will keep the equipment as clean as if it were part of your bodies, and anyone not doing so will be punished. Now please come get your enemas and use them. You will be meeting your public in two hours, and you’d better be ready!”

Paul had disappeared with Rahim as soon as the plane landed, and no one had seen him since. Everyone assumed that he was being kept in Rahim’s private quarters, but no one knew. All had heard Rahim’s warning to Colin and all were committed to keeping the little boy safe; but none had a lot of confidence that they could influence Paul’s fate no matter what they did. All they could do was try. So each in turn took his enema bag, attached to a long hose and a very large, long nozzle that was obviously meant to go into the anus to wash it out, and they filled them and used them. They would not be allowed, explained John, to ever move their bowels without the aid of the enema. If anyone had to use the toilet for anything other than urination it would be assumed that he’d not used his enema properly and he would be severely punished.

The next three days were spent in various training exercises. Some of the boys were called upon to work, but Rahim was saving his three virgins for a special occasion. He knew they were worth a fortune, but their status as virgins would theoretically be shattered after their first night’s work, and Rahim wanted to maximize his return on investment. Meanwhile Colin and his brothers were pleasantly surprised to find that life in the dormitory that kept the boy prostitutes was not all bad, as long as they learned the rules and abided by them. Five more boys were added to their number; boys who had not been emasculated. They were forced to wear chastity belts at all times when they weren’t working because they were not trusted around the eunuchs. All boys were allowed to touch each other as much as they wanted, but penetration of any kind was simply not permitted. Colin once again found himself being somewhat grateful that he’d been emasculated. To him having nothing between his legs was far better than wearing a chastity belt in the heat they were enduring.

“Colin, get ready and come with me,” the order came in broken English the third week they were there. “You’re working tonight.” Colin knew by now what getting ready meant. He was to get an enema, then after showering he was to oil his body slightly, after which he would put on a clean pair of scarlet shorts, boxer shorts really except that there was no fly, and drape a loose red toga like garment over his left shoulder and around his middle, and sandals for his feet. These were the only clothes he was permitted outside the living quarters, and he was told that the outfit marked him plainly as one of Rahim’s boy prostitutes.

Ben offered to help him with the enema, and soon he was lying on a table in the designated room, the large nozzle of his personal enema shoved securely up his butt and connected to the large rubber bag, which was hanging from a hook on the ceiling. Ben opened the valve and Colin felt the warm liquid begin to fill him. He really didn’t mind the enemas, in fact like most of the boys, if he analyzed his true feelings, he liked them! He had to strain his sphincter closed to keep from leaking as the pressure increased, and he grunted loudly as the cramps started and Ben began to massage his abdomen, working the enema solution as high as possible.

When the bag was empty, Colin’s stomach was visibly distended. Colin thought with some amusement that he looked pregnant, but the issue that would soon be coming out of him was far less than cuddly. Ben continued to work the solution by kneading Colin’s belly, ignoring the grunts of pain as the cramps became worse. Finally he was allowed to run to the toilet, leaving a trail of soapy brown water as he went. After he was finished, he got on the table again and Ben again inserted the nozzle, this time to fill his friend full of plain water. This one was quicker; it was merely a flush, so there was no need to do more than empty the bag, knead it around a little, then eliminate it. When he was finished he turned on the shower, taking his enema equipment with him. He washed himself and his enema nozzle, then dried off and headed back to the dorm to get dressed.

He saw the stricken look on his brothers’ faces as he prepared himself, applying body oil and cologne as he’d been instructed, then getting dressed. “Hey, we knew it had to come sooner or later,” he said cheerfully. He was determined not to let them know how terrified he felt inside. “That’s why we’re here, an’ ya gotta admit it’s better’n just sitting around all the time!”
“I dunno about that,” Gary said. “Please come back, Colin...”
“I’ll be back,” Colin promised. “I’ll tell y’all all about it when I get back. It’ll be ok, I promise.”

The keeper, as the boys called him, placed a leather collar on Colin’s neck and attached a chain, the other end of which was attached to the collar of another boy. In all there were six of them chained together. He led them out of the building and across a small courtyard to what appeared to be a small auditorium. Colin and his colleagues were led up three steps to a stage and lined up, each of the boys instructed to stand in one of the circles that were painted on the floor. The chains that connected them together were released and reattached to rings in the floor. Colin was tempted to tell the keeper that he didn’t have to be chained, that he had nowhere to run anyway, but he knew he’d be ignored if the keeper could understand him at all, so he remained silent.

There were about fifteen men in the auditorium, all very wealthy judging by their luxurious robes. After everyone was in position, the keeper placed a small sign written in Arabic around Colin’s neck. Colin knew that the sign had designated him as a virgin, which would hopefully enhance the bidding. The keeper signalled the men in the audience that they could now inspect the merchandise, which they all rose to do. Colin could tell there was a very definite pecking order in the line of men than approached the boys, most likely the most wealthy first. The boys dropped their togas to the floor behind them, then placed their hands on their heads to allow the customers to inspect them.

For the next fifteen minutes or so, each man inspected each boy, or at least the ones he was interested in. They poked and probed, some sliding the boy’s boxers to the floor, others simply reaching inside to determine what was there. Some pinched, others smelled, one even licked. Colin’s mouth was forced open several times, less than clean fingers poking and probing around his teeth. One shoved a stubby finger down his throat, evidently testing Colin’s ability to resist his gag reflex. Colin failed this test miserably; he could take a penis twice this length with no problem, but that filthy finger caused a gag long before it was in all the way.

Once all the men were again seated, the bidding started. It was somewhat chaotic, Colin thought, because all the men were bidding on all the boys at the same time. Everyone was speaking in a language that Colin didn’t know, so he had no idea exactly who was bidding what on whom. How the auctioneer kept track of it all was a total mystery to Colin, but he evidently did because the boys on the stage seemed to be the only ones who didn’t know exactly what was going on.

When the bidding finally ended, the boys were instructed to put their togas back on. Their leashes were detached from the floor, their wrists and ankles restrained with leather straps, and each boy’s leash was handed to the successful bidder. Colin’s master for the evening was a man of medium build, bearded of course, with a look on his face that frightened Colin half to death. He smiled as he looked down at his prize and accepted the leash offered him - a smile that made Colin’s blood freeze in his veins. He didn’t know how he could tell, be he knew that this man was going to be abusive. As if to confirm his fears, the man abruptly turned to go, giving Colin’s leash a sharp tug, a signal that Colin was to follow. Colin did, but he had a great deal of trouble keeping up because of the leather restraints on his ankles.

Colin found himself on a crowded street, being led along as people gawked and stared. He had assumed that he would be entertaining his client in a room in the brothel, and such was usually the case. This man, however, had paid an extremely high price for his young virgin whore, and was taking him home. He had some special purposes in mind for Colin, not the least of which was to humiliate him by leading him through the streets of the town. It was sure working as Colin stumbled over his restraints, trying his best to keep up and only partly succeeding. Twice he fell, each time drawing laughter from the onlookers. He heard lots of comments which he was pretty sure were not very complimentary, but since they were in some foreign language, he didn’t understand what was said so they were easier to ignore.

When they finally reached his master’s compound, Colin was led through a security gate into a courtyard where his leash was fastened to a post and he was left standing in the sun. He waited for what seemed an hour or more, finally the man reappeared with three boys, presumably his sons. The youngest was about 9 or ten, the next about 12, and the eldest probably about 14. Their father was talking to them, pointing to various parts of Colin’s body. This was evidently some sort of lesson for his sons. What an American looks like, perhaps? Or maybe what made a boy whore different from a normal boy?

Colin was further humiliated when the man ripped his toga off, then unceremoniously slid his boxer shorts to his ankles. The man and his boys were all over him now, poking and probing, pinching, spreading his butt cheeks and poking fingers into his mouth, his pee hole, even his nose. Finally after every square inch of Colin’s body had been examined, the man spoke in broken English. “You are truly a virgin boy?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” Colin replied.
“Good,” the man said simply. “You will follow the boys to their rooms. Starting with the oldest, you will suck them to orgasm while pictures are taken.” The man then removed Colin’s restraints and handed the leash to the oldest boy. He said something to the boys in their own language, and they started at a fast walk, yanking on the leash as they went. Colin, of course, followed along.

The cameras were already rolling when Colin found himself in a large bedroom with the oldest of the boys. There were two men running video cameras and another two holding still cameras. The boy reached over and removed Colin’s collar, then said something to him. Colin had no idea what he had said, so he shrugged in a way that he hoped would appear respectful. The boy repeated what he’d said, his voice sounding angry and demeaning. Colin held his hands out in a gesture that he didn’t understand. The boy slapped Colin across the face, hard enough that the young eunuch saw stars. He could feel his face burning both from embarrassment and from the slap. As soon as he had recovered, he received another slap on the other side of his face, and then a third. Eventually he decided this could go on all day unless he did something, so he dropped to his knees. When the boy made no effort to expose himself, Colin bowed his head and reached to the groin in front of him.

After a few more slaps and punches, Colin finally got the idea that he was not to undress the boy, but merely expose the object of his task. He poked and probed around the layers of robes and underpants, finally revealing a very large hard cock, for a boy so young. Colin did not hesitate, but greedily took it into his mouth and began sucking. It wasn’t the cleanest prick he’d ever had in his mouth, but all in all Colin was enjoying what he was doing as much as the other boy. Colin would have preferred to handle and fondle the boy’s buns and groin as he sucked, but he was not allowed. It didn’t take long before the boy grunted, shuddered slightly, and shot a huge load into Colin’s mouth, which he sucked up and swallowed greedily.

Colin kept the softening tool in his mouth, sucking much more gently now because he knew it would be tender to the touch. He wondered if this was the boy’s first blow job; probably not, he decided. When he was sure the orgasm was well over and the probe in his mouth was completely soft, Colin released it and bowed his head again, saying sincerely “Thank you, sir.”
“Slut!” the boy said with an air of disgust, then turned and left the room, leaving Colin still on his knees, still naked.

The second boy was an exact repeat of the first, except that Colin now recognized the phrase that was uttered to him and immediately dug in the boy’s clothes to find what he was looking for. Colin could hear the snapping of the shutters, was aware of movements of the four men as they sought to find the best angle for their cameras. Colin didn’t care. He was a common whore now, and sucking cock was something he knew he was good at and enjoyed, so he concentrated on giving this young boy a blowjob he would not soon forget. He was rewarded by a second ample blast of boy seed, which he swallowed as it invaded his mouth, moaning softly.

The third boy seemed more appreciative, and wanted more than a simple blow job. Colin doubted seriously that the tiny two and a half inch penis in his mouth was capable of shooting, and he began to wonder what would happen if he was not able to bring the boy to orgasm. To his astonishment, he was mistaken. His ministrations were very quickly rewarded by a squeal from the boy followed by the tiny pricklet in his mouth twitching, then squirting a small amount of boy jism. It was without doubt the sweetest tasting cum Colin had ever received, not to mention the smallest load.

After the boy came down off his orgasmic high, he slipped his underpants down and motioned for Colin to put his head up under the robes that were still in place. Colin obeyed as the boy dropped to his knees, his little butthole in Colin’s face. Colin soon got the idea and began to lick the sweetness that was the boy’s ass crack and rosebud. He licked and kissed, even sucked on the hole a little. He wanted to insert his tongue, but he had been instructed that he should insert nothing into any cavity of a client’s body unless told to do so. From the way the boy was shuddering and pushing back against him, Colin was sure the boy would have enjoyed it, but there was the image of little Paul constantly in his mind, and he was determined to do his part in keeping the boy from suffering the same humiliations that he was enduring.

Soon the boy was on his back, robes pulled well up to expose his entire lower body. Colin’s head was held between the boy’s legs, greedily sucking and licking all over the immature crotch area. Eventually the little prick got very hard again, and Colin immediately took it into his mouth. The boy had another earth shattering orgasm, even more intense than the last. He squealed and writhed about on the floor as his orgasm, this time dry, coursed through his body. The cameramen were having a field day.

“My sons told me you did a good job,” the man told Colin when the boys had gone and their father came into the room.
“Thank you, sir,” Colin replied. He wanted to add that he’d enjoyed it as much as they had, but he knew it was not his place to enjoy or not enjoy, and that clients, especially this one, really didn’t care.

“Now you will suck me,” the man said. The rules were the same except the man sat down in a chair. “After you finish I shall beat you for the benefit of the cameras, and then you will suck me again.” Colin didn’t answer, but rifled through the layers of clothing as gently and discreetly as he could, finally arriving at a very large and smelly erection. Without hesitating he kissed the tip, savoring the drop of precum he found there, and then got down to the business of cocksucking. The man was obviously much more experienced than his sons, very quickly getting into a rhythm fucking Colin’s face. Colin managed somehow not to gag as the huge tool rammed into the back of his mouth and down his throat. It was hurting, but in some perverted way that Colin didn’t understand, he was enjoying the assault.

When the man came, he came in torrents. Colin was in the habit of pulling back when the orgasm struck so that he and his client could both get full benefit, both in taste for him and feel for the client. This man was having none of that as he continued to piston violently in and out of Colin’s mouth, causing Colin to choke on the huge volume of cum that was invading his throat. He swallowed as much as he could, but enough went down the wrong tube to start him coughing, but still the man held his head in place. Colin was still gasping, trying desperately to get control of his coughing spasm, trying to clean off his client’s still dripping tool, when the first blow descended across his bare back. Somewhere during the time Colin was busiest, the man had got hold of a whipping cane. Colin pulled off the still throbbing cock and screamed.

The man yelled something at him in Arabic or some other unintelligible language. Colin muttered “sorry, sir,” as clearly as he could, and resumed his position with the man’s cock in his mouth. Another blow, this time striking the backs of Colin’s legs as they lay on the floor out behind him. Colin somehow managed to keep his composure, but gasped loudly and inhaled enough cum to start him coughing again. The man grabbed a handful of hair and pushed Colin backward roughly, causing the boy to fall backwards onto the floor. Another blow, harder than the first two, descended on Colin’s firm round buttocks, causing him to scream again and writhe in pain. Out of the corner of his eye he noticed the three sons standing and watching, which only served to intensify his shame.

To be continued...