The American Prince 8: The Making of a Eunuch

For the next three hours Mark and Steve took turns sucking Colin dry, each receiving generous portions of boyseed until the last two, which were almost completely dry. “Ok,” Mark said after he’d tried unsuccessfully to get just one more taste of Colin’s sperm, “put the catheter back in, Steve. It’s time to get on with the show.”
“Please,” Colin pleaded again. “Please don’t cut everything off. Please!”
“You’ll thank me later,” Mark assured him. “Soon you’re gonna be a really smooth eunuch just like Steve here. Then you’re in for a life of total luxury. Go ahead, Steve.”

While Steve was busy getting a fresh catheter into Colin’s bladder, Mark busied himself preparing several hypodermic needles. “It would probably be better if you were out for this,” he commented, “but I simply cannot take that chance. I’m gonna numb you really well, but getting all your penis out is gonna be a bit traumatic, so you’ll probably faint. Did you know that your penis goes back inside your body several inches? I’ve got to get it all out so I can relocate your urethra, but I promise I’ll deaden the area so you won’t feel any pain. You can watch if you like, but you’ll probably pass out. Most boys do, and I can’t say I blame them. It’s a bit upsetting to say the least, watching a surgeon dig in your guts to cut the inner part of your dick off. But just relax, it’ll soon be over now. And hold onto this thought: I have never seen a young stud produce as much cum as you just did. You woulda made one hell of a breeder, but you’ll make an even better eunuch.”

Colin lay quietly as he watched Mark inject painkillers several times into his scrotum, his genital area, even directly into his penis. He could feel the needles as they entered, but he couldn’t honestly say it was pain he’d felt, especially after the first one. He hated what was happening to him! But even more, he hated the fact that his penis had again risen to full staff. He was hard as a rock! “Just relax,” Mark said soothingly in his very best urologist surgeon’s voice. “I’m not going to hurt you, I’m going to change your life, and very definitely for the better.”
“Please don’t cut everything off,” Colin pleaded again. “Please, Mark! I don’t wanna be a eunuch.”

“You know, we barely caught you in time,” Mark said as he fiddled with various instruments, preparing a tray on a cart. “Puberty is really in process big time in your body, and if we’d caught you only two or three weeks later it might’ve been too late. Rahim likes soprano boys, and once your voice starts to change he doesn’t want you. Even now we’re gonna have to watch you carefully to make sure we got you in time.”
“I don’t want to be Rahim’s slave, and I don’t wanna be a eunuch,” Colin protested, but his protests seemed to be falling on deaf ears.
“You don’t know how lucky you are to be getting this chance at a life,” Mark rambled on as he scrubbed his hands. Meanwhile, Steve was swabbing Colin’s entire pubic area with betadyne. “I sure wish I was a multi billionaire, I’d be buying you, not selling you. You’re one cute kid,” Mark went on.
“He said that to me when he cut me too,” Steve whispered as he swabbed and splashed the disinfectant all over Colin’s groin.

“Ok, Steve, you ready?” Mark asked as he approached the table, his hands gloved, a mask on his face.
“Ready, sir,” Steve said.
“No, you’re not either!” Mark scolded. “Go get your gloves and mask on.”

“Please,” Colin pleaded again. “I’ll do anything! Please don’t cut my balls off.”
“Colin, it’s out of my hands,” Mark said with a sincerity that shocked Colin. “If it were my choice, we might be able to make some sort of arrangement, but it’s out of my hands. You’re sold now. You’re not my property, you’re Rahim’s, and he made it very clear he wants you emasculated.”
“But, if I could only talk to him,” Colin said in desperation. “Maybe I could...”
“You don’t talk to Rahim, you sit politely and listen,” Mark stated. “Rahim is your master, your owner! You only speak when you are spoken to, Colin. He will treat you well but there are certain rules you must obey, and the primary rule is to never, ever question his authority. Even I know that and I’m not his property, only his supplier. So please don’t give me any more of your grief. You’re gonna get cut, and that’s all there is to that. You ready, Steve?”
“Ready, sir,” Steve replied.
“Then watch and learn. Listen and learn. You never know how soon you may be emasculating someone for your master.”

In spite of his terror, Colin couldn’t help noticing how Steve perked up and listened more sharply when Mark had said that Rahim’s slaves did not have the right to question his authority. Steve looked at Colin then, and the two exchanged a communication that further traumatized Colin. Was the thought he heard, read and understood in his brain really that clear? Was it really from Steve? He couldn’t confirm it because when he tried to get a confirmation from Steve the latter had looked away, concentrating on what was happening at Colin’s crotch. And what was happening made Colin shudder involuntarily. “We’ll start with a simple castration,” Mark was saying. “Normally I make two small incisions on the sides of the scrotum right here. But since this is to be a complete emasculation like yours, I’ll make one simple incision across the top of the scrotum, right here at the base of the penis.” As Colin watched in horror, he saw a sliver of red appear as the scalpel slipped easily across the top of his ballsac. “Now I’ll cut down each side like this,” Mark continued as he slipped the scalpel down one side of the sac, then the other.

“We’re gonna need this tissue to close up the wound after the penis is extracted,” Mark went on. “For now we’ll just slip open the flap we’ve made to get at the testicles easily.”

Colin watched as Mark began to lift the flap of skin that used to be his scrotum. He lifted it carefully, pausing frequently to cut a piece of tissue or connecting cord here and there. There was surprisingly little blood, and then Colin gasped as he saw his two testicles, his family jewels, his balls, exposed and lying sedately on the rear portion of his scrotum. “There they are,” Mark announced with great fanfare. “There are the family jewels, the most overrated organ in the entire human body! Colin, I am now gonna relieve you of one of the most burdensome problems of manhood you will ever face: your existence as a family breeder, a future patriarch.”
“Please, NO!” Colin pleaded again. But he and Mark, and Steve as well all saw that Colin’s cock was still standing at full attention as mark applied clamps to the cords that attached his balls to his body.

“Your own penis has betrayed you,” Mark exclaimed as he lifted Colin’s left nut into his hand, the clamp isolating it from his body dangling. “Your hardon is very clear evidence to me that, in spite of your pleading and begging, YOU WANT THIS! YOU WANT TO BE A EUNUCH! Well have no fear, my young friend, you will be a eunuch in a very few minutes.” Then without further fanfare, Mark severed the clamped cord that was the testicle’s lifeline. Without looking up, he dropped the now blob of useless tissue into a small dish and lifted the second, then looking Colin in the eye, sliced through its cord. Colin was a eunuch! As the last chance to remain a viable fertile male vanished, a large glob of semen squirted from Colin’s erect penis, engulfing the catheter that emerged from his pee slit.

Mark was shaken for a moment. He had heard of such things, but he had never before experienced a castration victim having an orgasm as he was cut. “I think I’ve done all of mankind a favor,” he thought to himself. “This is one horny slut if I’ve ever seen one.”

Colin’s tears were falling profusely now, in anticipation of what was coming next. He watched as Steve handed Mark a small battery operated cauterizing device, smelled his own flesh burning as the device was applied to the severed cords, then gasped as the clamps were removed and he felt the stretched cords slither back into his abdomen and disappear. “Now for the hard part,” Mark commented. “We’ve got to cut that penis off, and it’s absolutely full of blood.”

“I’m going to release one of your hands,” Mark told Colin. “I want to show you something, but first I want your word that you’ll behave. Will you, Colin?”
Colin nodded. He was so drugged with muscle relaxant it’s doubtful that he could have done anything anyway, but Mark insisted on his cooperation, and just to be sure he took an electric shock device into his hand and pulled the trigger. There was an electric arc at the tip of the prod on the device, accompanied by a loud snap. Colin understood the significance of the demonstration. “I’ll be good,” he mumbled.

“When I release your hand, I want you to place it here,” Mark said. “This is called your perineum, the area between your ball sac and your butt hole. If you push here, you will feel what is the root of your penis, which goes well inside of your body. I’m afraid we’re going to have to cut all that tissue out for a full penectomy. Then after we’re through we’ll move your urethra, your pee tube, back here so you’ll be able to pee without spraying all over yourself. Do you understand?”

Colin nodded, and Mark signaled Steve to remove the strap on Colin’s right hand. Colin had never thought of it before, but as he pressed as he’d been instructed, he could feel the very distinct round form of a hard cylindrical shape beneath the skin. “Yeah,” he said, “I can feel it.”
“Can you feel how deep it goes?” Mark pressed. He noticed that the academic discussion of Colin’s anatomy was having the desired effect: his raging erection was finally beginning to go down.
“I dunno,” Colin answered. “I can’t really feel the end of it.”
“That’s my point exactly,” Mark said. We have to go really deep to get it all, so you might want to think twice about watching this part.”
“I wanna see it all,” Colin said as he returned his hand to its former position and allowed Steve to replace the restraining strap. “You have to cut it all out, right?”
“I’m afraid so, Colin,” Mark said. Colin was very sedate now, almost looking forward to the remainder of his nullification. Before his penis had a chance to get hard again, Mark slipped an elastrator band down the shaft and snapped it in place.

“What’s that?” Colin asked.
“It’s called an elastrator,” Mark replied as he snapped a second band in place alongside the first. “Farmers often use it to castrate animals. I’m using it to restrict the blood flow to your penis so you won’t bleed all over the place. It’s just a little shortcut to make things easier on both of us.”
“I really wish you wouldn’t cut my cock off,” Colin said again.
“I know, Colin,” Mark replied. “I have to. I’m sorry, but I think you’ll like the result.”
“It really doesn’t matter any more,” Colin commented, and then he was still.

Colin felt pressure building inside him as his body tried to achieve an erection but couldn’t because of the elastrator band. He suddenly hated his penis. He thought of all the times it had stood at attention and embarrassed him. He remembered countless incidents in the shower room after swim practice that he had grown erect and had to get out of the shower before he was ready so the other boys wouldn’t see that they were exciting him. That would never happen again. Never! He began to see some benefit in being completely nullified, but he started to cry anyway. His life as he had known it was over. But then if he was going to be a slave in some rich man’s harem his former life was over anyway, so he might as well be like the other boys, or eunuchs, or whatever they called themselves.

He watched numbly, almost detached, as Mark ran his scalpel around his penis in a circle, barely cutting the skin. “This part is fairly easy,” he commented as a thin circle of blood appeared. He continued making circular cuts, going deeper and deeper into the flesh. “I have to be careful not to cut the catheter,” he said to Steve as the young eunuch watched intently. There was more blood now, and Steve carefully soaked it away with a sterile gauze sponge so the doctor could see where he was cutting. “Almost off,” Mark said as he began another, deeper cut.

“NOOOO!” Colin cried as he watched his penis slide down the catheter and away from his body about two inches.

“I’ll just run the scalpel along the underside next to the catheter now,” Mark said, ignoring Colin’s cry. He did so, and within a very short time he pulled the extracted penis away from the catheter that held it and dropped it in the bowl with Colin’s balls. Off his body it looked even smaller to Colin, but then it hadn’t been cut right at the root because of the elastrator bands. “Now the hard part,” Mark said. “You be ready with lots of gauze sponges, Steve. There’s gonna be lots of blood now and I need to see what I’m doing.”

Mark instructed Steve to tilt the table so that Colin’s groin was higher, his head lower. “It’ll make it easier for me to see,” he explained, “and it will also decrease the blood flow to the lower part of his body.” Colin couldn’t see what he was doing now because he was working between his legs, digging and probing through the opening made by cutting his scrotum. He could vaguely feel the doctor’s hands probing around inside his pubic area, but there was no pain. “I’ve got to get right to the upper end of the root and clamp the blood vessels,” Mark told his eunuch assistant. “Once they’re clamped and cauterized there’ll be a lot less blood and things will be pretty smooth sailing from there.”

The doctor paused to inject yet another shot of muscle relaxant into Colin’s butt, which he hoped would reduce the raging erection that was still very evident in what was left of his penis. After a minute or two, he began probing again. “Got one,” he said presently. “Hand me the cauterizer,” he said to Steve. There was a puff of smoke from Colin’s groin and he smelled his flesh burning again. More probing, then another puff of smoke, then two more. There were different sensations now as Mark started doing some serious cutting. After almost an hour he withdrew his hands, holding in his right a long bloody object that was at least twice the length of Colin’s external penis, the green elastrator bands still firmly in place on the outer end of it. “That’s the part of your dick you never see,” he said to Colin. “Now all we have to do is relocate your urethra and stitch you up.”

Mark gave Colin a shot of strong sedative, telling him it would be better for him to sleep for a few hours now so his body could begin to heal. “After you’re rested a bit you can have something to eat,” he told him. “I’m going to leave you right here on this table for at least 24 hours, then we’ll transfer you to a bed. I’ll put your collar on now, so as soon as you feel up to it you can start moving around. You should be good as new in three or four weeks, and ready for your new life.”

“But I don’t wanna g-g-go... t-t-to... s-s-l-l-e-e-e...” Colin protested, but he was out before he could express his objection. Mark and Steve continued to work on their patient for another two hours, closing the wound with the leftover skin from Colin’s scrotum and making sure the site would eventually look as if there had never been anything there but the tiny hole that was now between Colin’s legs. Mark had taken extra courses in plastic surgery and was very good at his work. After he was finally finished, he covered the sleeping eunuch with a blanket, told Steve to go get some rest, then retired to his bedroom. Excited now, he quickly composed a short email and attached a couple of digital still pictures taken while he was creating the new eunuch, then sent them to his benefactor halfway around the world. That done he settled into bed where he masturbated three times while watching the video of Colin’s emasculation. In his heart he wanted to keep these three boys for himself, but he simply couldn’t turn his back on the twenty million he was going to get for them.

In his luxurious home somewhere in the middle east, Rahim anxiously opened the email that had just come. He had been waiting for it, having been promised that Dr. Mark would send pictures as soon as the surgery was finished. “Stupid American,” he chuckled to himself. “He takes all the risks, does all the work, then sells me the finished product for a pittance. He thinks twenty million American dollars is a lot of money. The idiot infidel! Doesn’t he realize that’s just pocket change for me?” He inspected the pictures hungrily, then composed an email of his own instructing his contact to prepare him a package of fifteen million dollars in American currency, small bills, and deliver it as soon as possible.

Colin slept the entire 24 hours he was to spend on the operating table. When he awoke, it was to him as if he’d never been asleep. Dr. Mark and Steve were still between his legs, only this time they were busy removing the bandage they’d put there after they’d finished. “Ah, you’re awake,” Mark said when Colin groaned. “Are you having any pain?”
“Yeah, a little,” Colin replied, still somewhat drunk from all the drugs he’d been given.
“I’ll give you something for that in a minute,” Mark said. “Right now you need to know that the surgery went beautifully and we’ve just pulled the bandage off. You’re not bleeding at all, and everything looks great. It’s easy to tell your body is in excellent shape. You’ll be up and around before you know it. Would you like to see?” Colin nodded weakly.

He could hardly believe his own eyes when Dr. Mark held a mirror so Colin could see the site of the surgery. His genitals were completely gone; there was a fair bit of bruising, but he could plainly see a large area outlined by the neat stitches Mark had applied. It looked to him almost like a trap door had been opened between his legs. Only an inch or so above his anus, exactly between his legs, a plastic tube exited his body, its contents a reddish yellow. “You’ll have to keep the catheter in for at least three weeks,” Mark said. “I’ve got a leg bag for you so you can move around with it in. Most boys don’t mind it at all once their penis is gone because there are very few nerves in the internal part of your urethra. There is a tiny bit of blood in your urine, but that’s normal under the circumstances. I have sent some of the pictures of your surgery to Rahim on the Internet and he is very excited. If you continue to heal at this rate, the three of you will be bound for the middle east within a month. Congratulations, Colin. You’re a eunuch!”

That wasn’t exactly the news Colin wanted to hear just then, but at the same time he felt a thrill... a wave of something not unlike a mild orgasm flow through his body. “Considering that you were already well into puberty, you’ll probably have hot flashes for a while as your body gets used to your diminishing hormones, but that will pass in time. You still have a lot of growing to do, so without hormones you’ll still develop the characteristics of a eunuch.”
“What characteristics?” Colin asked, though he wasn’t at all sure he really wanted to know.

“Your arms and legs, even your fingers will be disproportionately long. I can’t be sure about your voice at your age, but I’m hoping it will never change. You will probably lose some of your muscle tone unless you exercise strenuously, and you will probably never grow any body hair. Some people, myself included, think that eunuchs are much more attractive than whole males, and with looks like yours and your two eunuch brothers, I think all three of you will be absolutely beautiful.”

Colin felt that wave of whatever it was course through his body again. Except for losing his muscle tone, the items Mark had mentioned all seemed attractive to him. A longer reach could enhance his swimming, he thought; then he wondered if there would be any chance to swim where he was going. But he wasn’t going there, was he? He remembered that brief non-verbal communication between Steve and himself: the communication in which they had agreed that somehow they would escape. Had he dreamt it? Or perhaps he was just so desperate to get out of here that he had imagined the whole thing? Now that the surgery was over Colin knew that he could live with being a eunuch, but he would never submit to being a eunuch slave, at least not without using his considerable intelligence and skills to fight it to the best of his ability. As he reflected on the situation while Mark and Steve applied a new dressing to his groin, Colin was suddenly aware of something around his neck. His hands were still strapped down so he couldn’t feel it, but he knew it was the collar that would prevent him from leaving the defined areas in the basement of the house. So the first order of business was to figure out how to get those collars off, or to somehow disable the current that activated them.

Steve handed Colin a long T-shirt like his own to wear, and as soon as he had it on he and Mark helped Colin off the table. He was weak and shaky, and extremely stiff from having been strapped down on the table for so long. They supported Colin as he walked out the door of the operating room, down the hall a few feet and into a large bedroom that looked more to Colin like a small hospital ward. At the far end of the room lay a small boy asleep in a bed. Colin was helped to the bed next to the sleeping eunuch and he got into it. After he was settled in the bed and his urine bag clipped to one of the rails, he fell asleep again.

“He’s gonna make Rahim very happy,” Mark whispered to Steve. “All three of you are.”
“Yeah, he’s cute,” Steve answered absently. He had been secretly hoping that Colin, still small for 15 but bigger than his two eunuch brothers, would get a chance to try something before he’d had his collar put on. Now that hope had been dashed, and Steve was feeling depressed. That had been his last hope, he felt. Or had it? He had seen the look in Colin’s eyes, had felt a bolt of something almost like electricity pass through his body when he and Colin had exchanged looks. Had they really communicated? Had he actually succeeded in getting through to Colin that he would cooperate in an escape attempt? He knew there would be dire consequences if they tried and failed, but the alternative: a life, probably a short one, in a boy harem somewhere in a desert didn’t seem all that attractive to Steve either. And what about Gary? Was the littlest eunuch with them or against them? So far he hadn’t been very communicative, and Steve knew the entire place was bugged so he had to be careful what he said. So Gary was still an unknown. But for now he would take good care of both boys, try to accelerate their healing process in any way he could and try to understate their strength to Mark as it returned.

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Jeremy Thompson sat at his small cluttered desk, looking into the eyes of a very annoyed, no, very pissed off Wallace Frank. “I’m sorry, Mr. Frank, but Colin has vanished,” He said. “I know a lot of the kids head south for the winter and maybe he’s just done that; I simply don’t know.” He hadn’t been nearly as discreet in his investigations as he’d thought, and he had grossly underestimated the talents and connections of the private investigator that Wallace had hired, and he’d been traced. He had learned a lot about Colin and his situation in his inquiries, but now he was facing possible criminal charges for withholding information.

“But you saw him!” Wallace yelled. “You had him in this very office! Why in the hell didn’t you notify the authorities instead of trying to play detective?”
“I gave my word, Mr. Frank. I promised Colin if he would stay and talk with me, keep in touch with me, that I would not turn him in. I understand how you feel, but my experience tells me loud and clear that if I had turned him in and he’d been returned home he would just run again. Only next time he wouldn’t trust anyone. I’m not always successful in getting kids to go home voluntarily, but in Colin’s case, if I’d had more time, I think I could have convinced him. I think he wanted to go home, sir, but he was afraid.”
“Afraid?” Wallace scoffed. “Afraid of what? Of me? I have never laid a hand on that boy! Shit, man, that boy’s a black belt. He could break me in two and not even break a sweat! Why on earth would he be afraid of me?”

“There are a lot more types of abuse than just physical,” Jeremy said. “I think Colin was afraid you’d reject him again. He isn’t afraid of you physically, in fact there’s very little he’s afraid of. But he was afraid you’d reject him again; that you’d send him away. He has lost two good friends that I know of, and he just cannot face losing any more, Mr. Frank. I was trying to reassure him, and trying to get his permission to call you to tell you what I’m telling you now. I had hoped that we could develop a relationship of trust, and that relationship would eventually extend to you, sir. In my experience in dealing with these runaways it’s the only way I can get them home and keep them home. I know I broke the law and I have no regrets. I know if you choose to press charges I will more than likely go to jail, but that’s the chance I take every day on this job. That’s the risk I have to take, because the only kind of friendship and love these kids can understand is unconditional. They are willing to give their lives for their friends, and some of them do that very thing every day, and they expect no less from me. It’s the only way to gain their trust, Mr. Frank. You can sue me and I won’t defend myself, but I suspect you have more in your pocket right now than you’ll get from me because I have nothing. If you really want to hurt me then send me to jail, but understand if you do that you’ll be hurting a lot of street kids out there too.”

Wallace Frank wasn’t used to being talked to in this manner. Jeremy had told him in no uncertain terms that he’d reveal what he knew about Colin only if he thought it would help locate him. He said he had done a cursory medical examination and some blood tests, and as nearly as he could tell the boy was in excellent health, albeit a little too thin. But he refused to say any more about his daily activities, and he certainly didn’t tell how Colin had been making a living. Wallace threatened to obtain a warrant and make him talk, but Jeremy pointed out that he was a medical doctor and a licensed psychologist, and as such he was bound under doctor patient privilege not to divulge what went on between them in confidence. Wallace sputtered and fumed, called Jeremy a pompous ass and other uncomplimentary names referring to his race, but Jeremy just sat calmly and refused. Finally after spending four days in Boston while his investigators looked under every rock in the city, Wallace headed back to Jacksonville. Jeremy did promise to let him know if he heard anything, but again he warned that he would not divulge Colin’s whereabouts unless and until Colin gave his consent.

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When Colin again opened his eyes, he found himself gazing into the most beautiful little boy’s face he had ever seen. The deep blue eyes showed a happiness Colin had only dreamed about for years. The entire face was framed in a large thick mop of hair so blonde it was almost platinum, and the smile on his little face made the entire picture appear to Colin to be glowing. “Hi!” a very high soprano voice said through the wide grin. “I’m Gary. You’re Colin, right?”

“Uhh.... yeah,” Colin answered, trying desperately to keep his composure.
“You’re a eunuch now too, just like Steve and me,” Gary said. “I’m glad, ‘cause I already know I’m gonna like you. I just got up outta bed today an’ it feels so good! I still got my stitches in and I’m gonna have a pee bag on my leg for a while, but I ain’t got no more pain. You wanna see?”

Before Colin had a chance to reply, Gary had stood up and pulled his T-shirt dress up around his chest, revealing a completely smooth crotch, roughened only by the many stitches that were still very evident and a plastic tube descending from between his legs. Colin almost started to cry when he saw the beautiful little boy mutilated in such a way. “You can touch it if you like,” Gary said. “It ain’t sore, but just be careful of the stitches.” Colin did touch, and was surprised to feel that the area between the rows of sutures felt like pure silk. Gary moaned softly as Colin’s hand moved gently from his pee hole to the top line of sutures. “That feels so good!” Gary exclaimed. “Steve told me that Dr. Mark used the skin from our ballsacs ‘cause there are so many nerves there. Dr. Mark said it would always feel real cool bein’ touched there.”

“You sound like you’re glad he cut everything off,” Colin observed.
“I am. I love bein’ a eunuch. I never have to worry about my voice changing, or gettin’ hair all over me, or havin’ to use my dick to do all the things most boys do. Don’t you like bein’ a eunuch?”
“Dr. Mark had no right to do that to us,” Colin said bitterly. “They’re our bodies, an’ he had no right.”
“Yeah, I thought that way too at first,” Gary said with a distant look in his eyes. “But then I realized that our bodies aren’t ours any more, they’re the property of Rahim, an’ he likes his boys small and smooth. Dr. Mark says we are real privileged to be chosen. He said Rahim had rejected dozens of boys, but he chose us. We’re never gonna be homeless again!”

Colin realized some things as he and Gary chatted. First he realized that he and his two eunuch brothers had obviously been chosen because of their size. He had often been told he looked more like 12 than 15, and both Steve and Gary also looked much younger than their ages. He had always found it exciting, even thrilling that he was small and physically immature for his age, and now what he’d thought had been a valued trait had done him in; or had it? He certainly loved the feel of Gary’s smooth crotch; and the way Gary shuddered with pleasure when he was touched, even getting goosebumps on his arms, certainly didn’t seem to him to be something he’d have trouble dealing with.

The second thing that Colin realized was that the good doctor had succeeded, from what he could tell, in brainwashing these two into believing that becoming slaves for this Rahim guy was a good thing. His heart sank as he realized that he might well be on his own in any escape attempts. But would they actually try to stand in his way? Would they take Mark’s side and actually try to help stop him? The answer came suddenly and unexpectedly.

“I gotta go make you a sandwich,” Gary said as he let go of his shirt tail, allowing it to fall to his knees. “I’ll see you in a few minutes, OK?” The little boy leaned down and kissed Colin on the lips, whispering as he did, “I’m sure glad you’re here. Steve told me you’re gonna get us out of here. The whole place is bugged so we can’t talk. I love you!” And then he was gone.

To be continued...