DIGITAL BOYS

by Tad

PART A1: PROEM

PREFACE

There is certainly truth to the old adage that all that glitters is not necessarily gold. But the converse is equally true. Tarnished metals may not all be dross. Such is the human condition and commonly it is only our perceptions that make the difference particularly in the arena of sexuality. Consider the following premises if you will: Can a spouse rape their partner? Is the eighteen year old a sex offender for relations with a willing partner just under the age of consent? If the lines of mutual respect and consent are fastidiously maintained yet there be a significant age differential, does that change the perspective…and if so, why? Are nude photographs tantamount to pornography? Were the mid-eastern executed homosexual teenagers really a threat to society? Why should the six year old have been arrested for sexual harassment when all he did was to kiss a female classmate once on her cheek? Is it wrong for teenagers to experiment intimately in a safe environment? What separates love from perversion?

While the subsequent story details some of these questions, there can be no real equitable solutions until humanity comprehends that life exists predominantly in that grey hour which separates dark from light. What is fair in one context may be inappropriate in another and vice versa. Life is a balancing game and human preconceptions are prone to misjudgment. Nevertheless to further confound the issue is the omnipresence of the dissolute among us bent upon exploiting this same greyness of life for selfish ends. Such abuses incite the quick evaporation of any gains towards tolerance while the dissolute remain impunible…

This is a fairly long study and does meet the basic Archive ‘requirement’ with the tags being seriously accurate…consider yourself advised. It is dedicated to the innumerable young casualties who have, for a myriad of reasons, been either denied a choice or silenced forever by the conjunctive forces of selfish abusers and categorically flawed social misconceptions.

Finally please note the situations herein depicted could easily be recognizable within any given community. Rest assured any such similarity is purely and absolutely co-incidental. Furthermore if you or your community lacks tolerance for studies that delve into variant human sexualities, the greater wisdom would be to seek other reading material. Then again you did arrive at this destination on your own volition…now didn’t you…?

PROLOGUE

One certainly could not acclaim the boy in the digital picture as the next media superstar by any means. Yet he was still fairly attractive. Face longish like his slightly lanky body, both were well proportioned. His hair and eyes appeared dark but their exact coloring would be difficult to determine here. The ‘associate’ who had captured the boy digitally, not experienced at handling a camera, had allowed shadows to distort the boy’s coloring. But it was clear enough to the ‘good’ doctor examining the pictures that this kid was not the hoped for blue-eyed platinum blonde. Blondes ‘sell’ better and since this ‘undertaking’ was as much about generating cash as it was about self-gratification, that could be an important factor.

Nevertheless, this boy’s life situation made him the best candidate from amongst the other digitized choices strewn across the doctor’s desk. His attached fact sheet indicated the boy’s name was Sandré and that he was sixteen with his seventeenth birthday less than a month hence. Despite the boy’s age, the sheet also indicated his body was stubbornly maintaining its pre-adolescent state and the provided nude bathroom photo supported that fact. Sandré had absolutely no pubic hair and his genitals, while probably developing at some level, were still boyish in nature. And this was exactly what the doctor wanted…a boy old enough to be easily stimulated sexually whilst abuseably innocent.

Still a boy that fit such a parameter would be savvy enough to not readily acquiesce to the doctor’s depravity. Obviously a boy once kidnapped could be forced to do anything. But that method had proven messy in the past and would not maximize his ‘clientele’ base. Sandré though had an exploitable weakness…both of his parents were deceased. The boy was now living with his aunt and uncle but moreover the aunt was experiencing health issues. In the poor eastern European hamlet where they lived, there was only one available health facility. Surely, the doctor surmised, it would not require a significant payoff to insure denial of care for the aunt unless payment was made up front…money the family certainly did not have. The doctor would then intervene by providing access to the necessary funds in trade for the boy’s compliance.

In truth, the doctor cared not whether the aunt lived or died. If he could cause the boy to offer his ‘services’ willingly and then steal the funds back from the boy afterwards, so much the better. To the doctor these funds were merely pocket change…but it was the principle of the matter. He believed the world was his for the taking and that Sandré and his family were quite expendable. Doing away with the boy subsequently would have been his favored choice as dead boys tell no tales. But his two ‘associates’, whom the doctor needed due to language barrier issues and other details, were against this. Equally depraved when it came to sexual exploits, they were not so disposed toward executions. It seemed the previous child exploitation venture had been concluded in this manner…and that boy’s final hour still haunted them. Furthermore, the ‘associates’ had their own long-term ‘experiment’ they wished to perpetrate upon this older yet non-adolescent victim.

And so the doctor gathered up the other digitized pictures of boys into his hand leaving only Sandré’s images. This teenager, he had concluded, would be the easiest to cajole into compliance for this newly revised major ‘undertaking’. Should this upgraded foray into the arena of illicit internet ventures prove as rewarding sexually and monetarily as anticipated, other events with cuter selections from amongst the digitally captured boys could follow. Elmar, the slender twelve year old blonde his penis semi-erect, undoubtedly would be an excellent choice for ‘subject number two’…

Sandré, of course, could have no knowledge of the plans that had been generated concerning his life. Nor could he know of the doctor’s associate prowling his poor region for vulnerable boys such as himself to foist upon them acts of sexual depravity. But Sandré did know that there were men that loved boys and his friend Kyrill, the photographer who took pictures of anything and everything, was one of them. ‘Officially’ the teenager still resided with his aunt and uncle but in actuality he was living with the photographer…and had been doing so for significantly better than three years.

His aunt and uncle initially had provided for the boy after his parents died. It was a struggle as their house was small and their own children had needs. He eventually minimized his impact on the family’s life by patching up an attached shed on the back of the house. He’d have been happier had the shed been warmer in the winter…but then again the house proper wasn’t all that much better. Still his aunt and uncle would insist he sleep in the central room during the coldest weeks. They further made sure he went to school whilst keeping him at least basically clothed and clean.

One day on his way home from school, Sandré’s path, apparently by divine unction, was to cross with that of the photographer’s path. Kyrill showed the boy a deep attentiveness that his aunt and uncle were not able to do because of their necessarily harried lifestyle. At first the aunt and uncle were skeptical of Kyrill fearing he would take nasty pictures of the boy or do worse. But when the photographer managed to melt away Sandré’s sullen nature related to the loss of his parents, the aunt and uncle quickly warmed up to the man. Kyrill did take pictures of the boy both clothed and naked…but they were never publicized as the photographer had zero interest in violating the boy’s privacy. And the boy found he could implicitly trust his new adult friend. Sure they ended up doing some things that at first seemed odd…but Sandré, while never coerced into doing anything he didn’t want to do, decided that stuff was rather fun. Moreover the boy quickly grew cognizant of the photographer’s deeper regard and love that transcended anything physical.

A half a world away, the ‘good’ doctor and his two ‘associates’ would harbor no similar regards much less compunctions concerning their first ‘subject’s’ privacy. They had been gearing up over the last months for the operation by snatching small unnoticeable bandwidths from satellite communications as well as across multiple servers. The intent was to securely connect globally with people that shared their deranged mentality…and then to broadcast the violations upon a certain ‘subject’ for a fee. Via internet contacts, feedback concerning the untoward ‘event’ began indicating a potentially huge response which further fueled the doctor’s ambitions. This boy, the man decided, would be ensnared…one way or another. Although Sandré could not know it yet, the boy was in essence already kidnapped…

Note: Continued in Chapter One ~ The 'good' doctor