The American Prince 15: Rescue

Colin lay on his back, his knees tucked under his arms. Almahd was shocked at his own reaction as he thought how gorgeous the young eunuch looked, his quivering pucker hole waiting for him. “Some clients like to thrust themselves in quickly,” Colin commented as he felt the slight pressure of contact. “Please feel free to do that if you wish, sir.”
“I don’t want to hurt you,” Almahd whispered.
“You won’t hurt me, sir,” Colin assured him. “If I scream it will be from pleasure, sir.”

Eunuch and client both gasped when they felt the slight POP of Almahd’s cockhead slipping past Colin’s tight ring. Colin pushed back against it, trying to get more inside him. Almahd pushed gently, marveling at how soft and absolutely hot it was. He felt himself sliding in, felt the heat, felt the very pulse of Colin’s heart. “YESSSSS sir!” Colin gasped. Almahd was giving over to animal lust now as he slid all the way in, then began gently thrusting back and forth as Colin alternately tightened and loosened his sphincter. Almahd new he wasn’t going to last long; he also knew this would not be the last time he made love to a boy’s hole.

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“You did what?” Wallace demanded.
“Wallace, you know I had to do it, to make the meeting look real. I paid too much money to just roll around on a bed and whisper in his ear. He’s a prostitute, Wallace! That’s what he does. That’s why it costs so much money to get to him.”
“But... you fucked my son!”
“I made love to him, Wallace. I know that’s difficult for you to hear, being his father and all, but... well... he was good. He made it look so real! He played his role to the limit!”

“But did you learn anything?” Wallace pressed, not wanting to hear any more of the gory details of the Arab’s encounter with Colin.
“Not a lot,” Almahd admitted. “He told me everything he knew, but most of it was just confirmation of what we already knew. But we should go over it anyway in case there’s something I missed.”
“Did you tell him to keep it to himself?”
“Absolutely. I told him we would let him know when the time was right to spread the word. And as Gary has already told us, those kids are almost always restrained when they’re outside their dormitory.
“I guess that means we go in there after them,” Wallace observed.

“What about the little one?” Almahd wondered.
“Paul is a whole different problem. We may just have to launch two simultaneous attacks.”
“We don’t have enough people for that, Wallace. Colin is convinced that Paul is being held personally by Rahim, which is why he is so anxious to please in his current role. He is adamant that Paul’s well being depends on it. I have no doubt that Rahim’s residence is pretty well guarded, and always remember that life and death are of no consequence to them.”

“They’ll think differently when they’re facing death themselves,” Wallace said. “That’s the beauty of doing this outside the sanctions of the government. There will be no inquiries about which deaths were necessary and which weren’t.”
“You sound as if you’re planning on doing some killing?” Almahd questioned.
“Not planning on it,” Wallace answered. “I’m being realistic. And as for Rahim, I think I’ll have to stand in line. I doubt that there are any of those boys, including Colin, who will want to take a chance on him getting back into business again.”
“He deserves to die,” Almahd stated. “He is a disgrace to every Muslim in the world!”
“Well, we’d better get busy, my friend. Every day those boys are held there, we stand a chance of losing one or more of them. Let’s start putting things together.”

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Things got more or less back to normal for Colin. He was busting to tell some of the others what he’d learned, especially that Gary was alive and well, but he knew Almahd was right. All they needed was the slightest hint that something was up, and all the boy whores could easily find themselves dead. This was especially true if Rahim’s supply of boys was opening up again. Colin had told Almahd what he’d been told about Dr. Mark, and Almahd had said they were fully aware, which was why the urgency to get things moving. Two weeks later Colin had still not been contacted again, and he was beginning to wonder if something bad had happened.

When the man stood up during the auction and said very clearly, in perfect English, “I’ve come for the sacred eunuch,” Colin was so surprised he didn’t move. Was this real, or was it coincidence? All the commotion in the place was silenced instantly as seven more men... no, BOYS! Seven BOYS about Colin’s age ran into the arena carrying large back packs. Colin recognized some of them as members of his swim team back at Willowcrest. Willowcrest? Here?

Three boys ran right up on the stage as some sort of clouds of gas were released all around the assembled bidders. They began pulling gas masks out of their packs and handing them to the startled eunuchs, yelling loudly for them to put them on quickly. The gas spread very quickly, even making some of the eunuchs who weren’t quite as fast as they should have been putting their masks on slightly groggy. People were collapsing all over the building without a sound, without any resistance.

The eunuchs, wearing only their red boxer shorts, were released from their bonds and ordered to lead the way to the dormitory. They were all given two or three extra masks, plus a handful of tiny devices they were told were hypodermic needles. “Anyone gets in your way,” a voice came from behind one of the masks, “hit ‘em with the end of it.” Colin did as one of the attendants came for him, and to his astonishment the man crumpled to the floor instantly. He moaned loudly as he fell, obviously in a great deal of pain, then he was unconscious.

Colin ran down the narrow hallway followed by a whole tribe of almost naked eunuchs and fully clothed invaders, all wearing gas masks. Suddenly he was face to face with two armed guards. Colin froze. It was all over, before it had even begun! What could he do? He was simply a eunuch whore wearing a gas mask. His first instinct was to do as he’d been trained to do for the past six months: drop to the floor and lower his head until it was on the floor, a sign of complete and total submission. But no! That was not Colin Frank, son of a millionaire, swimming and Karate champion. That was a person that Colin suddenly didn’t know. The REAL Colin Frank, dormant for almost a year, suddenly came to life.

A bare foot came out of nowhere and connected with the throat of one of the guards. He went down, his windpipe crushed. The other astonished guard had only a fraction of a second to process what had just happened before a fist crashed into the bridge of his nose, followed by a knee to his groin. Then two of the hypodermic devices slammed into two necks, and two more guards were unconscious.

There was pandemonium in the dormitory as at least ten masked figures entered, tossing gas masks to all the residents as more smoke bombs exploded. Some boys protested, and were told in very assertive tones that they should don the masks now or die here with their captors. Others were just waking up after recuperating from a long shift of wild and violent sex. They too were told to wake up and get to their feet unless they wanted to stay here alone. Still others were recovering from severe beatings and couldn’t get up. There were three of these, all Muslim newcomers. They were helped to get gas masks on and carried out of the confused madness that had only minutes ago been a serene dormitory.

“We have to go help your father,” Colin heard the muffled voice of someone, Almahd he thought. “He should’ve been back by now. Everyone else head outside. There’s a bus waiting. The members of our crew will take you to it.”

Colin broke into a full run, heading for Rahim’s living quarters. He was followed by three others. As he emerged from a dark hallway he saw Rahim and his father, and a little boy who seemed to be unconscious. Four guards came from nowhere and attacked. Colin’s right foot smashed into the nose of one, causing him to stumble but not fall. Another collided with Colin’s fist in his headlong rush. As he stood there, slightly stunned, Colin thrust the last of his needles into the side of his face and he went down. The others were at his side now, and Colin went on the attack. A foot here, fist there, and with the added barrage of his companions, all the attackers were on the floor. Colin’s body had not grown significantly, but like most growing eunuchs his arms and legs had grown disproportionately, giving him a reach that was much longer than it appeared. He was even surprising himself at how far he could kick and punch. “I got no more needles!” Colin yelled to no one in particular. Immediately two of his mates applied their own weapons, and the fight was over.

“Very impressive!” Rahim said in the irritating calm voice that had driven Colin and all the other eunuchs to a frenzy of hate so many times. It was a voice that said without saying the words that he was still in control, still had the upper hand and would use it. Colin looked closely and saw that Paul was not unconscious at all, but lying perfectly still in Rahim’s lap in total terror as Rahim held a knife to his throat. Rahim was still talking, but Colin didn’t hear what he was saying. They were about fifteen feet away, but Colin was now in a total rage. How fucking dare he hold a knife to that little boy!

Without even thinking, Colin was airborne. He lunged catlike and landed directly on Rahim’s left shoulder, his right hand grabbing the blade of the knife and pulling it away from his brother’s throat. Before Rahim could recover, Colin’s right knee had smashed into his face, followed by his left fist into the bridge of Rahim’s nose. Rahim howled as the blood gushed from his nostrils. In less time than it takes to tell, Paul had sprung from the lap of his captor and retrieved the knife from the floor where Colin had dropped it. “Now who’s in charge?” he screamed as he jumped back on the same lap and plunged the knife deep into Rahim’s chest. Rahim wasn’t mortally wounded, but he was hurting big time.

“You’re gonna die a eunuch!” Paul screamed as he ripped open the man’s pants. He reached in and brought out a handful of genitals, and with one swift motion he cut through the connecting tissue that held what was in his hand and threw them in Rahim’s face. Rahim had become totally emasculated in one swift motion of Paul’s hands. “That’s for what you did to my brothers!” Paul screamed. Colin reached to restrain the wild little boy, but his father held up his hand and ordered “let him go.”

“This is for calling all Americans idiots!” Paul screamed as the knife punched another hole in Rahim’s belly. “And this is for calling my brothers dirty whores!” Again the knife plunged into Rahim’s chest.

“Noooo!” Rahim cried as he began to realize what had just happened. For a Muslim to die a martyr, which this situation would make Rahim, was something of an honor and would be rewarded in the after-life. But to be a eunuch would mean ultimate disgrace and invoked terror in Rahim’s sick mind. He didn’t have long to regret or consider death though because Paul, in a total rage now, plunged the knife into his chest again, this time slicing a wide hole in Rahim’s heart. “That’s for making me bow to Allah,” he screamed. He withdrew and struck again five more times before anyone could reach him, each time screaming some indignity or insult Rahim had committed. “It’s ok, son,” Wallace said as he grabbed Paul’s hand, the bloody knife still in it. “He’s never gonna hurt anyone again. He’s dead, Paul! But we’ve still gotta get out of here.”

They encountered two more staff members on the way out, but they were so badly outnumbered they didn’t have a chance. Gas masks were discarded now, and the entire group followed Wallace out through the back gates and down a block to the waiting bus. Once aboard, they did a quick roll call to make sure everyone was present, then Wallace and one of his men, a black man that Colin recognized instantly, began handing out arabic style clothing as the bus roared to life and headed out of the city. “Jeremy?” Colin questioned.
“Yeah, it’s me, Colin. You didn’t think I’d miss all this fun, did you?” Colin threw his arms around his friend. “Thanks,” he whispered. “And thank YOU too, Dad!”

“Colin, your hand’s bleeding!” Wallace said. “Shit, man, you’ve cut it half off!”
“Yeah,” Colin said, suddenly noticing how badly he’d been cut by Rahim’s knife. “I guess I did a no-no, huh? I grabbed a knife by the blade.”
“You probably saved Paul’s life,” Wallace observed. “If that blade had gone into his throat as deeply as it cut your hand, he’d have bled to death in a few minutes.”

Jeremy ripped up a T-shirt and wrapped it around Colin’s hand, promising to stitch it up as soon as they were airborne, then they all helped each other get dressed in the robes they’d been provided. The Arab slaves among them were a big help because most of the boys had no idea how to wear what appeared to them nothing more than odd-shaped bedsheets. “Where we going?” Steve inquired.
“We’ve got to get across the border to Pakistan before daylight,” Wallace replied. “We’ve got a plane waiting there. It’s an old crate but it’ll get us to Greece where I’ve got a jet waiting to take us home.”

“Man, Dad,” Colin exclaimed, “who set this all up? It was like a military operation.”
“Your dad did,” Jeremy answered as they rattled along the deserted country road. “He was a Navy Seal, you know.”
“You were?” Colin questioned. “How could I not have known that?”
“There’s a lot of things you don’t know about me,” Wallace said with a tone of regret. “That’s all gonna change now though. I’m never gonna let you out of my sight again. Every time I do, I lose you!” Now they were embracing, father and son. Colin was suddenly very grateful that he didn’t have a penis because the phantom sensations coming from his groin told him loud and clear that if he’d had one, it would be poking his dad in the leg right now.

Colin remembered that he’d seen some of his former classmates, so he looked around the bus. He had a tearful reunion with five of his swim teammates, who had talked their parents into allowing them to come on this rescue mission. Colin couldn’t believe they cared enough about him and his companions to leave school and actually risk their lives for them. “Don’t get your head too swelled,” a 17 year old classmate said. “The fact is we need you to help us win a big meet coming up. There’s no one who can swim ‘fly’ like you!”
“I dunno, Tom,” Colin said doubtfully. “After all that’s happened to me...”
“If you’re talking about being a eunuch, and then a sex slave and all that stuff,” Tommy said, “we know all about it. An’ the way you were fighting those goons at Rahim’s is all the proof we need that bein’ a eunuch doesn’t make you a cripple. Actually with your long arms and legs you’ll probably be even better!”

“Yeah, what’s with that anyway?” Colin asked, remembering how surprised he’d been at the long reach he seemed to have developed.
“That’s a characteristic of eunuchs,” Jeremy told him. “If your body is still growing, still developing when you lose your hormones, you develop longer limbs. I’m not sure if anyone knows why, but it’s pretty common.”
“How did you know that?” Steve wanted to know.
“With the rash of castrations going on around Boston, I felt it my duty to study up on it. I was absolutely astounded to discover that it wasn’t at all uncommon in history. There were many civilizations that castrated boys as a matter of course, for all sorts of reasons. The ancient Romans used to castrate any slaves they had taking care of their harems to keep them from messing around with the merchandise. They found that in many cases the eunuchs were fooling around anyway. There are lots of cases where eunuchs retain their sexual abilities, albeit somewhat reduced.”

“So that’s when they started cutting everything off?” Gary offered.
“Exactly right, Gary.”
“And that’s where Rahim got his idea?”
“Probably,” Jeremy agreed. “A lot of what Rahim was doing could easily have come right out of the history books of Rome. The beating, the abuse, the demands of absolute submission, even to the point of having his victims beg to be abused, were all common in the Roman Empire. But there were many more examples of castration. The Chinese had many eunuchs, and they were usually very powerful. The Italians used to castrate young boys who could sing to preserve their voices. They were usually very poor boys, possibly in families who simply could not support all their children. There were many very famous eunuch singers in Italy, who because of their fine voices became very wealthy. Actually there are a lot of people even today who think that’s not such a bad idea, except for the human element.”

“The human element?” Colin questioned.
“Humans are greedy,” Jeremy mused. “In Italy the whole thing got out of hand, and only a small percentage of castrati ever became good singers. The rest were more or less outcasts, committed suicide, or spent their entire life resenting what had been done to them when they were small boys.”
“I can relate,” Gary said bitterly. “Everyone tells me I won’t miss what I never had, but I would like to have had the chance to find out for myself.”
“Stick with us,” Colin promised. “I think life as a eunuch, a FREE eunuch, is gonna be great! Sometimes I wish I didn’t have to sit down to pee all the time, but frankly I like being totally smooth down there.”

The conversation came to an abrupt end when the old bus reached the border to Pakistan. Wallace had bribed some people at the border so their crossing would be smooth, but those people were not on duty. Fortunately Wallace had been running low of local currency, so he had rummaged around Rahim’s residence and found a large amount of cash, both local and American currency, so he had a fortune on hand. He haggled and dickered with the border patrol for over an hour, and eventually they came to an agreement and allowed the bus to pass. One of the guards accompanied them on the bus to be sure they all got on the plane as Wallace had promised; all that is except the five Arab slaves who all claimed Pakistani citizenship. “You can come with us to America,” Wallace offered.
“Thank you sir, but we can’t. We have families in Pakistan, and Rahim is not the only one of his kind in this part of the world. Now that you have shown it’s possible, we’re gonna spend our lives putting a stop to this evil.”

Everyone hated to have to say good-bye to their Pakistani brothers, without whom the operation might very well not have succeeded. The Americans all agreed that their lives had been a lot better after the arrival of slaves who could understand the language, but this was their home so everyone understood.

If they thought the bus was ancient, the plane by comparison was prehistoric! There were visible patches of fresh aluminum all over the corroded aluminum fuselage and wings, and the two propeller engines dripped oil menacingly. “God!” Colin exclaimed., “will this thing fly?”
“She’s better than she looks,” Wallace promised. “It’s all I could find that I could buy on short notice. But I’ve had her checked out and she’s airworthy in spite of her looks.”
“You bought it?” Colin said with surprise.
“Sure did. I didn’t want to trust any of the charter pilots I could find, so I bought this one. I bought that old bus too, but I managed to find a sympathetic driver who jumped at the chance to get it for his own free and clear.”
“You gave it to him?” Steve said as he watched the rickety old bus fire up for its return journey out of the country.
“It’s no more use to us,” Wallace replied. “But let’s get aboard our airplane. That boarder guard’s gonna start getting nervous if we don’t take off soon.”

“Who’ll be flying it?” Colin asked.
“I will, Wallace announced as if he was talking about taking a lawn tractor across their yard back in Jacksonville.
“You can fly a plane too?”
“I sure hope so, son. I’m gonna fly us all the way home.”
“We’re gonna cross the Atlantic in this old crate?”
“No, I’m afraid it’s not THAT good,” Wallace laughed. “I’ve bought a corporate jet. It’s waiting for us, extended range and all, in Greece. It’ll take us directly home in one hop.”

“Your father is so awesome!” Gary commented as everyone piled aboard the old craft.
“It’s OUR father now,” Colin replied. “And I’m just learning how awesome he is. I thought he was just another rich businessman who got lucky.”

“I’m gonna need a second seat,” Wallace said as they closed the door and secured it.
“A second seat?” Colin questioned. “What for?”
“A copilot,” Wallace explained. “Jeremy helped me coming over, but he’s gonna be busy with the boys. You interested?”
“Can I, Dad? Can I really?”
“Nothing would make me more proud,” Colin said with a smile. “I’ll need someone to operate the landing gear and flaps so I can concentrate on controlling this crate. It doesn’t have any of the modern navigation equipment, so I’ll be flying by the seat of my pants. I’ll show you what you need to do, then you just be ready when I tell you.”
“Cool!” Colin exclaimed.

The flight to Greece was noisy, bumpy and scary at best, but uneventful considering the looks of the old airplane they were flying. Once in the more friendly air space of the Mediterranean region, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. They had to stop for fuel once in Turkey, but even that stop went smoothly. “Go open the lockers just fore of the passenger area,” Wallace instructed Colin. “You’ll find boxes of American clothes there: jeans, shorts, shirts and sneakers. Tell everyone to find something that fits and put it on. Those things you’re all wearing now have served their usefulness.”

“Ya don’t have to tell me twice to do that,” Colin responded happily as he got out of his seat. A whole planeload of happy boys shed their Arabic robes and donned their more American looking outfits. Some had shoes that didn’t fit, others had no underwear, but no one complained. Everyone aboard thought he had died and gone to Heaven as he felt the familiar sensation of clothes that were more in keeping with what they had not worn for a long time; clothes that identified them as American teenagers.

The flight across the Atlantic was nothing less than spectacular. They had landed in Athens without incident, and discovered that Wallace had done a good job of greasing the skids there. He had even located a person who was more than willing to buy the old plane for a quarter of what Wallace had paid for it, which satisfied the Greek officials who didn’t want the old bird abandoned in their airport. Once aboard the new jet, the two rear engines roared to life and they were soon cruising at thirty thousand feet, Wallace at the controls and Colin again in the copilot’s seat.

Every single person aboard the aircraft had to come and have a look, and all were suitably impressed at what they found. There were what seemed to the uninitiated thousands of switches and lights, which had no meaning at all to anyone on board but Wallace. But the thing that caught everyone’s attention was the navigation system. This machine had the very latest of satellite navigation equipment, including a display screen that showed a map of wherever they were at the moment, a small red dot which indicated the plane they were in, green dots to indicate other aircraft in the area, and other data that showed any airfields close at hand, nearby cities and towns, plus all sorts of weather information and other data important to a pilot.

There was another display that showed how long they had been airborne, how much fuel they had used and how much they had left, how many hours to their destination, an estimate of how much fuel they would have when they got there, and on and on. “It kinda like flies itself,” Steve remarked after Wallace had spent almost an hour explaining various instruments.

“It’s a fine aircraft,” Wallace agreed. “I’d been thinking of a corporate jet anyway, and getting you boys out of that hellhole just brought the whole thing to a head.
“But the display shows our destination as Boston,” Colin questioned. “Why Boston?”
“We have to drop Jeremy there,” Wallace explained. “I’m not sure we have enough fuel to go all the way to Jacksonville anyway, so we’ll refuel in Boston, then continue on home.

When they finally landed in Boston, there were more tearful good-byes. All of the rescued boys had been invited to stay at the Frank home until those who needed a home could be placed, but they all decided to stay with Jeremy and help him set up his new shelter. Jeremy was grateful for the help, reasoning that homeless boys were probably the best consultants he could get to make decisions on exactly what homeless kids would need in a shelter. Colin handed them all his dad’s business card, showing his home address, phone number and email address, and they all promised they’d stay in touch. Jeremy rented a large van to carry all his new charges, and they left for downtown Boston.

The flight to Jacksonville was much less crowded, with everyone now off the plane except Wallace, Colin, Steve, Gary and Paul, plus the five boys from the swim team. The plane had been designed for a maximum passenger load of fifteen, so things had been pretty tight on the long flight across the ocean. Wallace knew that the little plane had lots of reserve power for the heavy load, especially with very little luggage; but the cabin had been cramped. Now everyone could stretch out a little on the final leg of their journey.

Everyone in the Frank household thought that things would settle down now, but they were sadly mistaken. Wallace had gone to a great deal of trouble to keep the entire incident away from the media, and he thought he had succeeded until the second day they were home. He was sitting in the den reading the paper, the TV on but no one paying much attention. The boys were all upstairs getting their acts together to return to school when Wallace’s attention was suddenly drawn to the TV. “This is Annette Franklin reporting on a breaking news story out of Jacksonville,” the reporter stated. “A local man, millionaire Wallace Frank, has just returned from a small country in the Middle East where he staged a daring rescue of his four sons who had been kidnaped and held as slaves. Informed sources tell us that he rescued not only his four sons but several other boys as well, who are now residing in a shelter somewhere in the Northeast. We have not been able to contact Mr. Frank to confirm the details, but we did catch up with his eldest son Colin this afternoon as he left school.”

There, to Wallace’s astonishment, was a smiling Colin on the screen, ranting and raving about his father’s bravery, the military precision with which he had carried out the rescue, and how the only injuries were to their captors. “Colin!” Wallace screamed. “Get your butt down here, NOW!”

“Hey, I’m on TV!” Colin exclaimed as he ran into the room. “Check it out!”
“Colin, are you out of your mind?” Wallace demanded. “Why in the world would you talk to those reporters?”
“I didn’t see any harm, Dad,” Colin defended. He could tell that Wallace was really angry but he wasn’t sure what the problem was. “I didn’t give ‘em any names or anything like that, an’ I was so proud of the way you pulled off that rescue.”
“You didn’t have to give names, Colin! This will probably make national news, and we’ll have every reporter in the country hounding us for information, doing research on the Internet, all sorts of ugly things that should have been kept secret.”
“But... what’s the difference? Rahim’s certainly not gonna bother us, and Dr. Mark...”

“Dr. Mark is loose somewhere, and probably not very happy about what you boys did to him. Our biggest ace was that he had no idea who you were or where you lived. Now he does! I’ve checked, and no one seems to know where he is now. He’s gone underground, Colin. There’s no telling where he is, but you can bet he’ll see the National News.”
“He knows better than to mess with us,” Steve said as he came into the room to see what all the commotion was about.
“He lost twenty million dollars,” Wallace reminded them. “He also lost his ability to do surgery, so even if he does get his medical license back he can’t make a living the way he used to. Now he knows that we have lots of money, and he’s going to want his twenty million, maybe more. You boys are gonna have to be very careful for the next few months.”

“I’m sorry, Dad, I guess I just didn’t think,” Colin said as he hung his head.
“It’s ok, there’s nothing can be done now,” Wallace consoled him. “But I’ve gotta get on the phone right away and try to quash this story as much as I can. But let’s don’t talk to reporters any more, ok?”

It took remarkably little time for the ten occupants of the plane to get their lives back to normal. It was early November now, and Colin and his brothers had hopelessly lost a full year of school. No problem, they all said, they would just work that much harder to make it up. The incident on TV news was all but forgotten. Wallace had managed with threats of law suits to get the story pulled, but not before there had been some national coverage. The boys were only back in school a week when Colin had to attend his first swim team practice. He didn’t know quite what to expect, having to appear in his skimpy Speedo with no bulge whatsoever, then later naked in the shower room.

To be continued...