The American Prince 14: Life as a Whore

Colin received a total of ten lashes with the cane, leaving him a quivering, sobbing mass on the floor. Seven of the ten blows had drawn blood, and all ten felt to Colin like thin ribbons of fire running across his back, his butt, his legs. “Whenever you’re ready,” the man said, “I am ready for you to suck me again.” Colin thought the man’s English had improved dramatically, but on the other hand he was in no mood to be evaluating the quality of speech of this man or anyone else.

“Are you forgetting, father?” Colin heard the soprano voice of the youngest boy. “The dirty slut refused to speak to us in our own language.” The boy seemed to have miraculously learned English in the last hour.

“I haven’t forgot,” the father replied. “I do not think the little weakling can take any more of the cane and still walk back to his dirty lair. He will have an opportunity during his next visit to pay for that indignity. Now, whore, are you going to finish your job or not?”

“Y-yes, sir,” Colin replied as he rose shakily to his knees and sought to gratify the man again with his mouth. This time the man was even more violent, apparently turned on by the beating he’d just administered. Colin did his best, but the man was obviously not as interested in the finer points of cocksucking as he was in brutalizing his victim. His ejaculation wasn’t quite as copious this time, but it was still enough to get Colin coughing again. “Thank you, sir,” he gasped as his clothes were thrown in his face. “I hope you and your sons have enjoyed yourselves, sir.”

“Never mind that, you weak little American faggot,” the man spat. “Hurry up and get dressed. I suppose I will have to send a servant with you to be sure you don’t get lost. Come, boys, we have business elsewhere.”
“Yes, Father,” the boys replied. Each gave Colin a light kick as the four left the room. By the time Colin was dressed and on his feet, a very large man walked into the room, reapplied Colin’s restraints and collar, then led him roughly by the leash out of the compound and back to the brothel that was now Colin’s home. He followed along much better than he’d thought he could because he was anxious to get home where he could lie down and get some rest; but rest was not to come for some time yet.

“You’re late!” the attendant scolded as Colin entered the arena. “Your next client is already waiting in a room down the hall. Get yourself cleaned up as quickly as you can. I will send in someone to help you, but if you don’t want to be punished you had better hurry.”

Another client? Colin was beginning to stiffen up from the beating he’d taken, and he wasn’t even sure he could move. Yet there was another client waiting for him. He knew better than to argue, so he followed the attendant into a room with a shower and a change of clothes on a small table. The drops of warm water hit his body like little bullets, and the harsh soap he had to use dug into his wounds and made him want to scream. When Ben appeared, Colin couldn’t stand it any longer. He started to cry. “It’s ok,” Ben soothed. “I know it seems like you’ve been to hell and back, but believe me, this is better than being in Rahim’s private harem. We’re worth a lot of money here so they won’t allow us to be hurt so bad we can’t work.”

“I don’t give a fuck any more, Ben,” Colin wailed. “Just let ‘em kill me! I can’t take this shit!”
“You’ve got to,” Ben admonished. “Think about Paul. Until he’s safe, we’ve all got to think about him.”
“How do we know that bastard hasn’t already cut him and raped him?” Colin argued.
“I guess we don’t, really. But as long as I’ve known Rahim he’s always kept his word. Right now we don’t have any choice but to trust him, so let’s get you ready for your next client. I’ve got one coming any minute so let’s hurry.”

Ben washed his friend and dried him tenderly, then applied an ointment to the streaks of red that were little better than raw flesh. Colin was astonished at how good that ointment felt. He was still sore, but in a remarkably short time he was dressed and ready to meet his next client. The attendant sent Ben to meet his client while he led Colin down a long hallway to a small room in which his next sex partner was already waiting.

This man was equally as abusive as the last, only Colin believed that this one genuinely could not speak any English. With hand signals he told Colin to drop to his knees, then he produced his throbbing member and signaled for Colin to suck it. Colin found it dirty and disgusting, but he took it into his mouth anyway and did his best to give the man a good blowjob. As soon as he had swallowed the man’s load, he was grabbed by the hair and pulled to a standing position. The man threw him to the bed, face down and grunted “I fuck you now!” Ok, Colin thought, this is it! I have already kept my virginity three hours longer than I’d planned, but this time there’s no escaping. He braced himself for the pain he knew would come, because this man was very well endowed. He watched as the man got naked and then got on the bed straddling his young eunuch whore. Then he noticed the wounds left by Colin’s beating. He screamed, which brought an attendant running. They jabbered back and forth in their native language, then the attendant left. Colin could only surmise that this man, despite his own filth, could not deal with coming in contact with the open wounds on Colin’s buttocks and back. He watched again as the man rifled around in a bag on the floor, producing a large flat paddle. Colin knew what was coming next, and he began to ask himself what in the world was with these people? It seemed all they wanted to do was to beat up on boys!

After twenty-five or so hard strokes from the paddle, which of course reopened the stripes from the cane and a few more, the man got dressed and left, muttering to himself. Colin, meanwhile, was still lying face down on the bed, crying miserably. How could this be happening, he thought. And Ben had said this was better than being in Rahim’s harem? How in the hell could that possibly be?

The third client, mercifully, was much less violent. Like the first, he wanted the entire encounter videotaped, but his interests were not so much abuse as pure raw sex. He did apply some devices to Colin’s body such as tit clamps and various other devices, but in spite of the blood they drew, these were mild compared to what Colin had already endured. The man groped and fondled his victim roughly, even shoved his finger into Colin’s ass, but he made no move to sodomize him. Colin was called upon to suck him to orgasm three times, which he did readily and willingly. This was a walk in the park compared to what he had already experienced. Then finally, after Colin had sucked him dry three times and masturbated him twice more, the client left and Colin was ushered back to the dormitory. He discovered that several of his colleagues had been abused even more, but no one seemed to be surprised.

“They hate Americans,” Joel explained. “That’s why you never heard of this country. There are lots of Arab countries that are friendly to the United States, but this sure isn’t one of them. If you notice, the boys who aren’t American, or more generally Western, still have their balls and they haven’t been beaten. We get castrated so we can’t produce more blonde haired blue eyed... or in your case green eyed babies. They think of us more as less than human, kinda like a special strain of monkeys or something, so they abuse us. But I’ve got some good news for you, soon as you’re showered and cleaned up.”

“I’m not gonna shower,” Colin said defiantly. “All I wanna do is get in that bed and sleep.”
“You gotta shower,” Joel reminded him. “If ya don’t, you’ll get another beating. C’mon, I’ll help you.”

Joel got Colin into bed as soon as he could, then he crawled in with him. “Aren’t you even interested in the good news I’ve got?” he questioned. Colin was just one small step from being fast asleep.
“I don’t really care,” Colin mumbled. “The only news that’d be good to me right now would be that I’m gonna die in my sleep, so this’ll all be over.”
“It might be over sooner than you think,” Joel said. “There’s rumors that the government of this God forsaken place is gettin’ a little pissed off with Rahim. They might just put him out of business. He was putting a lot of his own money into the government, but now that most of his millions are frozen in Saudi Arabia he hasn’t got the money to buy ‘em off like he did, an’ the word is they’re not too pleased with him.”
“Where’d you hear all that?” Colin asked.
“One o’ my clients. We do have clients that are nice guys, believe it or not. This guy was quite worried that they might put Rahim outta business. He told me he was gonna try and buy me if they do.”

“And that’s your good news!” Colin said indifferently. “You’re gonna be sold. We’ll all be sold all over the fuckin’ place!” Joel opened his mouth to explain, then thought better of it. Colin had already fallen asleep, so he carefully slipped out of bed and into his own, and he too was soon fast asleep.

A week later, the three virgins were still precisely that: virgins! No one really understood it because most of the other eunuchs were being sodomized two or three times every night. One theory was that Rahim was demanding a higher price than anyone was willing to pay to deflower an American eunuch. Another was that the three were just extremely lucky, but this idea was almost too far fetched to believe. Whatever the case, that first week turned into the first month, then the second, and still Colin, Steve and Gary had not been deflowered. They were sexually very active, even beginning to enjoy their work in many ways, but their anal purity had never been compromised, never been questioned. Finally after three months of servicing two or three clients every night, Colin was told that he was to have two nights off. He was to prepare himself to spend the next two or three days with Rahim himself!

“I have been hearing very good things about you,” Rahim said when Colin was standing before him. They had not seen each other for over two months. “I am told your clients are very pleased with you, that you are a very good and respectful little slut.”
“Thank you, sir,” Colin said. He wanted to say a whole lot more, but he had learned that expressing his opinion, whether good or bad, would only get him more beatings so he held his peace and his silence.
“Is there anything you want to say to me?” Rahim said pleasantly. He seemed almost caring, almost as if he actually wanted to get along and improve Colin’s life; but Colin knew better.
“No, sir,” Colin answered. “Except that I would like to see my brother, and if I may, sir, how is he getting along?”

“He is doing fine,” Rahim replied. “Obviously I cannot let you see him because I am considering making him my son, and he is too young to be associating with the likes of you. But I have kept my word and have not violated him in any way. You can take credit for that because I have been convinced that you’ve done your best to please me, have submitted to the most violent of my clients and done your best for them. Continue the way you are doing for another year or so and I will probably adopt Paul as my son and you’ll never have to worry about him again. But tonight I have a special reward for you, for all your hard work. Tonight, you will lose your virginity. I have some very good news for you, which I will tell you after you have been deflowered. You will undress now and present yourself to me once you are naked.”

Colin’s blood turned to ice. Most of the other eunuchs in the dormitory had been sodomized by Rahim, before they had been turned out to hire, and they had told Colin that the man was incredibly violent and abusive. Colin knew that his penis wasn’t the largest in the world, but it was big enough to rip open a virgin hole if not used carefully, and Rahim had a reputation for not caring the least how much pain he caused as long as he got to fill the boy he was fucking with his seed. Now Colin knew! Now he understood why his purity had been preserved. This had been planned from the start, and the very fact that all his clients had honored what had obviously been a stipulation of his rental gave some evidence of the man’s power.

Colin quickly got undressed, knowing that to disobey or even hesitate would put little Paul in jeopardy. He knew what was coming and that there was little he could do about it, so to piss Rahim off would serve absolutely no purpose. As soon as he was naked he stood in front of Rahim, who was also naked. He was shivering violently. “You’re trembling,” Rahim observed. “Are you cold?”
“N-no, sir,” Colin managed to reply. Rahim eyed him sharply, then smiled. Even that smile send violent shivers down Colin’s spine; it was a smile of satisfaction, of knowing he was about to hurt another American infidel.

“I know,” he said as his smile widened. “You’re tired of being a virgin. You want me, don’t you Colin?”
“Y-yes, sir,” Colin said. Rahim’s abusive cock up his ass was the last thing in the universe that Colin wanted, but he knew better than to say so. And besides, in spite of what his friends had told him, Rahim hadn’t treated him half as badly as some of his clients. How bad could it be?

“Then tell me so!” Rahim ordered. “Tell me how much you want me to deflower you and make you a real whore!”
“I do, sir,” Colin said as he began trembling even more violently. “Please, sir, would you do me the honor of filling me with your seed. I want you to deflower me!”
“How much do you want it?” Rahim teased. He was obviously enjoying this little exchange, so Colin determined if he was going to be raped, it was going to be by a happy man.
“I want it more than I have ever wanted anything,” Colin replied. “I need it, sir! I need to be deflowered so I can truly be your eunuch slut. Please, sir, fuck me!”

“Very well,” Rahim said with a sigh. He was trying to play the part, trying to convey the appearance of one who was being asked to do something he didn’t really want to do; but his very hard erection, oozing precum, and the slight quaver of anxiety in his voice were betraying him. “If you wish, you may suck me briefly to lubricate me. If you want me to be lubricated I suggest you get me good and wet because I do not use any other form of lubrication. When you are finished, you may tell me so and then assume the position face up on the bed, with your legs high in the air so I may achieve full penetration.”

Colin did as he was bid. To his own surprise he was looking forward to what was coming, in spite of the pain he knew he would endure. He had known from the start that this would happen sooner or later, and the stress of wondering when and by whom would now be over. He licked and slobbered and slathered Rahim’s cock, and when he thought he’d wet it to the max he looked up into Rahim’s eyes and said quietly, “I’m ready, sir.” Then he stood up, got on the bed and presented himself.

“You really want this, don’t you slut?” Rahim said as he positioned himself at Colin’s waiting pucker hole.
“Yes, sir,” Colin said in a shaky voice.
“What do you want?” Rahim teased as he poked his tool at the hole.
“I want you to fill me with your seed,” Colin said. “Please sir, I’m ready.”

Rahim wriggled a little closer. His rod was pushing against Colin’s sphincter now. “Push back against me,” he instructed. Colin obeyed. He pushed, and as he did he concentrated on what his friends had told him and tried to comply. They had told him to push as if he were having a crap. He did this as Rahim started to push. Colin felt the resistance of his sphincter to the invasion. Rahim pushed harder, and then there was a popping sensation as the head pushed past Colin’s tight ring. So far so good, Colin thought. There had been very little pain as he received the first inch or so of the seven inch tool. “All right, slut, you asked for it,” Rahim said in ragged voice. He was breathing rapidly, and Colin knew he was really in heat. He rested for just a few seconds, and then with a mighty thrust he drove all seven inches into Colin’s tight virgin hole.

Colin felt the searing pain as something inside him ripped. He screamed loudly at the invasion, then screamed again as Rahim withdrew about halfway and rammed himself home again, this time deeper. “Ah, you like it, slut,” Rahim said with a lecherous grin. “Keep screaming, slut! I love it when you scream!”

Colin didn’t have to be coaxed. He was screaming loudly and rapidly, beginning to hyperventilate as Rahim pounded his hole mercilessly. As Rahim began to develop a rhythm, Colin expected the pain to subside, replaced by the delicious full feeling of the man inside him. Unfortunately that didn’t happen because his rapist was increasingly violent as he pounded away. Colin continued to scream himself hoarse as his soprano voice sought levels it had never before reached. He found himself involuntarily pushing back against the invading man in spite of the pain, trying to get as much of it inside him as he could.

They hadn’t been fucking very long when Colin felt Rahim’s body quiver slightly, the cock inside him swelled and hardened, and then a very huge load of man sperm was being dumped into his bowel. He had been told several times by his doctor that he would not be able to orgasm without hormones. “Your prostate will shrivel up over time,” the doctor had said. “Without your prostate, there are simply no more body parts that have enough nerve endings to cause an orgasm.” He had pressured Colin to begin HRT shots but Colin had refused, saying he didn’t want to lose his soprano voice and he certainly didn’t want to get horny with no way of relief. So Colin knew what he was feeling wasn’t an orgasm; but still, in spite of the intense pain he was still experiencing there was something else, and something that made Colin endure the pain and more. Rahim grunted as he gave one more terrific lunge into his little eunuch whore. Colin whimpered. He was startled to realize he was sorry it was over.

“You’ve made a bit of a mess on my bed,” Rahim scolded after Colin had cleaned up his cock with his mouth. Colin looked, and there was a very large blood stain, spotted with bits of cum that had somehow escaped.
“I’m very sorry, sir,” Colin said. “May I clean it up?”
“Not now. Let me rest. Deflowering you little eunuchs is hard work.”
“Yes, sir. Thank you sir.”

“But the process is not complete. You will have to be penetrated many more times before you can be officially declared an experienced whore. In the meantime you may lick my entire crotch until I am ready to go again.”
“Yes, sir,” Colin answered. “Thank you sir.” Colin did as he was told, licking and kissing all over Rahim’s groin, greedily lapping up every drop of whatever was there in spite of the disgusting odor. In a very short order, long before Colin’s abused love chute was ready, Rahim’s erection began to grow again.

The second time was more painful for Colin than the first, in spite of the fact that he’d been stretched noticeably. Entry was easier, being well lubricated with semen and blood, but there was a lot of bruising and tearing that didn’t take too kindly to being invaded again so soon. The initial thrust was even more violent, if that’s possible. Nevertheless he put his entire being into the severe fucking that he was getting, this time noticing even more clearly the “feeling” that he was having an orgasm, even though he knew that couldn’t possibly be happening. It took a little longer this time for Rahim to achieve a climax; but his hard work, his flushing face and sweaty brow, were an inspiration to Colin. Although he knew Rahim would never say so, he knew that he was giving the man a great deal of pleasure; as much as he hated the man, giving such pleasure was his profession now and he liked to do it well as he had always done all his tasks well. When the climax finally came, Colin again experienced the exquisite delight of his own insides being filled with enough semen that he could feel it leaking around the large probe that was still pistoning in and out of him. Again a huge thrust that caused Colin to squeal with pain and surprise, and then the man simply collapsed on top of him, his shrinking penis still impaling Colin.

The rest was a little longer, but as soon as Rahim rolled off him, Colin jumped up to do his duty cleaning up his rapist in spite of the searing pain coming from his own tail end which was practically on fire. As expected, he got no words of encouragement, no compliments from Rahim. “I told you I had a surprise for you,” Rahim said after he’d stopped panting. “Aren’t you even interested in what it is?”

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“Do you mean to tell me that’s all you’ve got?” Wallace Frank demanded. “You’ve been chasing a man and nine abducted boys for two months, and all you can tell me is that YOU THINK he’s somewhere in his home country? Damn it, man, where else would he be? Do you even know if the boys are still alive or not?”
“He would have no real reason to kill them,” the agent said defensively.
“He’d have no reason to keep them either,” Wallace countered. “You guys have just been chasing your tails! I can see if I’m ever going to see those kids again, I’m going to have to take care of this myself.”
“I wouldn’t advise that, Mr. Frank. You have no idea what you’re dealing with.”
“Precisely what would you advise?” Wallace demanded. “You sit here in your comfortable office and tell me after two months you have no idea what’s happened to nine boys, and you expect me to do nothing?”
“We have nothing concrete. As soon as we do, we’ll...”
“You’ll what? You’ll go through your channels, and drive that monster deeper underground with those boys? Or you’ll spook him so bad he will kill them, if he hasn’t already? Well I’m not ready to allow that to happen. You asked me to give you a chance and I’ve done that. Now it’s my turn.”
“Mr. Frank, I understand how you feel, but...”
“You don’t understand shit, you bureaucratic asshole! Just keep sitting there, and don’t get in my way.”

Wallace Frank sat in his comfortable living room in Jacksonville, Florida, going over the papers he’d been accumulating. He had lists and maps, records and logs; he had names and places and phone numbers, and he had a plan. He wasn’t totally happy with the plan, but it was the best he could come up with under the circumstances, so after going over the entire file one more time, he picked up the phone.

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“Yes, sir,” Colin replied. “I am very interested in your surprise, sir.” He had absolutely no idea what was coming and he really didn’t give a flip. He knew that whatever it was, he would not likely consider it to be the great tidings that Rahim said it was. Even so, his place was to hang on every word. He had been wracking his brain for weeks, trying to get an escape plan started; so far nothing had come to mind.

“We will soon be getting some new talent,” Rahim said proudly. “The sex for hire and boy porn business are both much more successful than I had hoped. Your Dr. Mark is back in business and anxious to make up for lost time, so we are in the final process of importing some new talent. I will be starting to build my own private harem again very soon. Obviously you will not be eligible because by the time that happens you will have entertained many men as you just did for me. But the new boys will join you and your mates in the brothel after I have broken them in.”
“Dr. Mark?” Colin questioned. “But I thought... I mean he’s...”
“Ah yes,” Rahim gloated. “You thought he was in prison for life. Well, he’s not! Your stupid American justice system, and all its checks and balances... it is almost laughable if it weren’t so sad. The entire case was thrown out on a technicality, and he is free! He moved to Atlanta and is busy setting up right now. There is a good chance that my assets will soon be un-frozen also, again because of your stupid government’s sick desire to do the right thing. You should really be ashamed of yourself, being a part of such a weak, stupid society. You are so very fortunate to be a slave in this country instead of a so-called free person in America.”

Now Colin was really pissed! By the time he left Rahim’s bedroom two days later he had been sodomized so many times he’d lost track. He was so sore he could hardly walk. He had received the beating of his life when he suggested to Rahim that he should be allowed to see Paul, just to see that he was alive and well. Rahim had lost his temper and used his fist to break Colin’s nose, blacken one of his eyes, and place nasty bruises all over his body. Then he was beaten again because he’d been told that he would have to take several days off so that his wounds could heal, and of course that was his fault because he had caused the beating in the first place. And then the filthy son-of-a-bitch had had the nerve to tell him that the very society that had made all this ugly mess possible was the worst society in the world! Colin didn’t know how yet, but he was getting out of here, and his friends were going with him.

Colin got another surprise when he returned to the dormitory. Gary had gone to service his clients as usual on the same evening that Colin had left, but he had not returned. That was not unusual, Ben told him. Sometimes a client was so taken by their young boy prostitute that he would make an offer to purchase him; an offer that was simply too good to pass up. Then there were other less pleasant possibilities. Sometimes a client would indeed purchase a boy, then torture him to death to satisfy his own demented tastes. Whatever the case, no one seemed to have any knowledge of what had happened to the young eunuch. “We’re all gonna die here,” Colin exclaimed as Ben and Joel tried to make him more comfortable. “Unless we find a way out of here, we’re all gonna die!”

Colin was kept in the dormitory for three more days until his bruises had faded and his butt hole had pretty well returned to normal. Then it was back to work as usual, except that now he was being sodomized almost every night. There were still some clients who were content with a blow job and the pleasure of seeing the young American eunuch humiliated and beaten, but most were really pleased to have such a tight young teen who obviously enjoyed getting screwed as much as they enjoyed screwing him. Colin’s hole, for some reason, had the elasticity to very quickly return to normal no matter how badly it was abused, which had two effects: His first fucking of the night was always painful, and his constant tightness put him in great demand by the bidders. It wasn’t long before Colin was disappointed when a client did not sodomize him; he even got to the point where he was beginning to accept his life as a whore and thought less and less about escape.

But then there was Paul and the still missing Gary. Every so often someone would catch a glimpse of Paul as he wandered around the gardens of Rahim’s estate. It was almost as if Rahim had engineered these sightings to torture the boys. Paul was always immaculately dressed, spotlessly clean, and hovered over by two or three servants. He appeared happy and content, and everyone was beginning to wonder if he had accepted his life, his future as the son of a rich Arab. Perhaps he had even become a Muslim, although he certainly didn’t look the part despite his elaborate Arab attire, complete with turban. Rahim had told Steve that Paul’s name was now Abdur and that any future references to his old name would result in more beatings. “I consider it a major insult to refer to my son using his former American name,” he said.

Gary was another story. About a month after he’d disappeared, one of the new boys who could speak the language heard that Gary had been hired by a client who got off on heavy torture scenes, but it had gone too far and he had killed his victim. Not to worry though, he told them, the torturer could not pay what Rahim considered Gary to be worth, so he was killed in the same manner that he had killed Gary. Those who knew him grieved for the little boy, but in many ways, except for the horrible death he suffered, they knew he was probably better off than they; but it was a stark reminder that any of them could experience the same fate at any time.

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Jeremy looked across his desk at Wallace Frank, studying his face. This was the man whom Colin had said was detached, indifferent. And now this man, multimillionaire that he was, was sitting in his cramped office begging! “You claim to be so intensely caring about homeless kids,” he had said. “You claim you can’t do the things you want to do because of all the bureaucracy you have to go through.” he had said. “I’m offering you a chance to be financially independent! With the millions I am offering you, you can quit your job and establish your own agency, and make your own rules,” he had declared.
“What do you want from me?” Jeremy asked.

“There are a number of kids in slavery right now,” Wallace had replied. “There are nine that we know of, and probably more. I’m going in to get them, and I can use all the help I can get. Agree to help me and there is twenty million dollars in your account immediately. I won’t try to tell you it’s not dangerous because I’d be lying, and I don’t lie. But those kids need us, Jeremy! And if you care nearly as much for kids as you say you do, I don’t see where you have a choice.”

“I’m in,” Jeremy said. “Just tell me what I have to do.”
“I’ll be in touch,” Wallace replied. “This is without question a military operation and it’s gonna take some time to set it up. All I need from you is your assurance that you’ll be ready when I call.”
“I’ll be ready,” Jeremy said. “I’ll tender my resignation tomorrow morning.”
“Wait till the banks open,” Wallace advised. “If your balance has not increased by twenty million, call me.”

Wallace returned to Jacksonville and visited Willowcrest. The swim coach had already called several times and related how upset the team was that Colin had disappeared, returned, then disappeared again. Wallace could hardly believe what he was going to do, but that same instinct that had made him a multi millionaire told him that this was something that he had to do, and that it would reap more profits than anyone would ever believe. He had called the night before and informed the voicemail machine that he would be visiting Headmaster Fawning first thing in the morning, and that the good Headmaster should brace himself for the most fantastic proposition in his career.

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It was Colin’s third client of the evening and he was tired. He had already been sodomized five times, and despite his efforts to get himself cleaned up for this encounter, his anus still leaked a little semen which ran down the insides of his legs. To his great disappointment, this man had paid extra for the pleasure of taking his prize back to his residence, about a half mile away. Colin had been here six months now. He knew he had turned 16 but he wasn’t sure when because time didn’t mean anything anymore. But he had learned enough Arabic that he could generally make out the gist of conversations, which made existence in the alien place a lot more bearable. He had managed to preserve Steve’s virginity by volunteering his own services every time Rahim had called upon his brother, which was now the only thing that gave him any self confidence at all. But now, in the wee small hours of the morning, he was going to have to bear the humiliation of being led through the almost deserted streets, chained and on a leash, wearing his scarlet toga and boxer shorts.

Once in the man’s modest home, he wasted no time getting his clothes off and he signaled Colin to do the same. Once naked the man pushed Colin backwards until he fell onto a bed, and then the man fell on top of him, his arms around him. Oh great! Colin thought, this man wants to neck! This was a part of his job that Colin could never get used to. He could take beatings now with the best of them, then thank his client after he’d been beaten so badly he could hardly stand. He could take the largest penis they could provide in either his mouth or his anus, and usually managed to enjoy it at least a little bit. He had developed a fantasy wherein he was being fucked, not by some Arab he knew hated him, but by a lover. But kissing some of these men, most of them in fact, was about the most disgusting thing Colin could imagine.

“My name is Almahd,” the man whispered in Colin’s ear. “I don’t think this room is bugged but we can never be sure, so we have to be careful. Please don’t respond yet, just listen carefully. I have been sent by your father. He has come to get you and your brothers out of here.”

Colin was so stunned at that moment he could not have responded even if he hadn’t been ordered not to do so. Almahd was kissing his neck noisily and fondling his empty crotch, making sure any hidden cameras or observers would see and hear his ministrations. “Your father and I have attended the auctions,” he went on. “We think we have a pretty good idea now how the setup works, but he cannot bid on you personally because his Arabic is just not good enough. He is afraid his disguise will be detected if he speaks in public, so he is posing as a deaf mute. There are four of us with him, all natives of this country and we will all be contacting you whenever we can to keep you informed and get information from you.”
“My father is here?” Colin whispered.
“He is here and has been for quite some time. He wanted to make sure you and your brothers were still well while he put his plan together.
“How do I know this is not some kinda cheap trick by Rahim?” Colin challenged.
“I guess you don’t,” Almahd replied. “You are going to have to trust me, but to assure you that I am working for your father, he asked me to tell you that you are still his champ and always will be. He asked me to remind you that very few people ever heard him call you ‘Champ,’ but that is the only pet name he ever had for you. He also wanted me to ask you about Paul. We have never seen Paul at any of the auctions. What has become of him?”

“Paul is being kept by Rahim,” Colin answered. “As far as we know he has not been violated in any way, and he has not been castrated; at least that’s what Rahim has told us. But Gary...” Colin had to swallow hard to suppress the tears that he knew he couldn’t allow to come... “Gary’s dead!”

“Gary is not dead,” Almahd said. “Don’t tell anyone, not even your brothers, but Gary is with us. We faked his death to gain acceptance in the bidding for you boys. We got our hands on the body of a boy who died of cancer and mutilated it enough so it could not be recognized. But Gary is alive and well and sends his love.”
“I’ve gotta tell the others,” Colin said more loudly than Almahd would have preferred.
“You cannot!” Almahd said sharply. “This entire operation could be jeopardized if too many people know about it. For now you must trust no one!”

“Just get Paul,” Colin said. “Steve and I are all just common whores now and we have accepted that. This is our life now and we can never be normal again, so just tell me what I have to do to get Paul. Tell my dad I love him but he’s better off just leaving us. Security is so tight, you’ll never get us all.”

“You underestimate your father,” Almahd said. “He told me you’d say something like that, and he told me to tell you his favorite American word: BULLSHIT! He’s going to get you all out, so trust him. Trust me! Just answer the questions we have for you, and remember the password I’m going to give you. Whenever someone calls you a ‘sacred eunuch,’ that someone is a part of our team. Trust him and tell him what he wants to know.”
“Sacred eunuch?” Colin questioned.
“Your father said to tell you it comes from his heart, and what better password than one that describes you as he sees you?”
“I dunno,” Colin said doubtfully. “It’s been so long, I don’t know if I could live like a normal kid again. I just don’t...”

“You’re NOT a normal kid, Colin! You never have been! You’re so far above normal, and as bad as this is, it’s just a ripple in your life. Your dad needs you, and so do the rest of us. He knows what you are right now, and he knows it’s not you! You are so much more than just a sex machine, you can’t possibly be happy spending the rest of your life this way. And that doesn’t even take into account that if you stay here your life is already more then half over. So just give us a chance. I have confidence that your father can pull this off, and you know him better than I do.”

Colin answered some more questions, then he suggested that they do something sexual in case someone was indeed watching. “I cannot do that,” Almahd replied. “I could never face your father if I violated you.”

“I’m a whore, Almahd!” Colin insisted. “That’s what I do! If anyone is watching us and we don’t do something, they’ll know. No one is gonna pay the kinda money you had to pay to get me here and not even get off. You’ve got to, man! You can sodomize me or I will suck you off, your choice, and either is fine with me, but you have to do something. And you have to order me to do it, and loudly! You know I’m right.”

Almahd did indeed know he was right. He had never been involved sexually with a boy, had not ever even considered the possibility. But now as this beautiful eunuch lay on the bed looking up at him, his green eyes shining, his face framed in his very long dirty blonde hair, he did think of it. “Sodomize me, please sir?” Colin begged the way many of his clients liked. He was speaking out loud now, for the benefit of anyone who might be listening. “I need the honor of receiving your sperm in my body, sir,” Colin went on. “Please, sir, I promise you will not be sorry.”

Almahd discovered that he was hard as a rock. Colin was feeling the phantom sensation of his own hardon; this had become a regular thing for him. Whenever he began to experience desire he had all the same feelings of a very hard prick, even though he knew there was nothing there. He wanted this man! He knew this would be different. For the first time in his young life, Colin would be submitting to a man who did not look down upon him. He would make love to him, not simply fuck him, and Colin was absolutely sincere in his begging, for the very first time. “Call me whore or bitch,” Colin whispered. “Humiliate me!”

“Fine, bitch!” Almahd said, realizing that Colin wanted him to play the role. “If you want me to cream you so bad, I’ll do it.”
“If you wish, sir, I will lubricate your penis with my saliva. Most clients find entry easier, and I do not want you to hurt yourself, sir.”
“Do it, bitch!” Almahd heard himself say. Even though he knew what was coming, he gasped as Colin wriggled down on the bed and took his erection into his mouth, sucking and slurping. Almahd knew that allowing Colin to lubricate him thus would make it easier for both of them. “Do you wish to sperm my mouth first, sir?” he offered.
“No,” Almahd said with an air of disgust, even though he recognized Colin’s obvious desire. “Just finish what you’re doing and get ready.”
“Yes, sir,” Colin said as he continued. “That should make it easier for you, sir,” he said when he’d slimed Almahd’s pole as much as he could. “With your permission I will now assume the position.”

To be continued...