Todd II - al-Qaeda Strike Back 2

By Pueros

For Bboy, with thanks for all his hard work for eunuch.org!

Chapter 2 – Hostages

(Afghanistan, October 2001 [5 months earlier])

Osama bin Laden was sitting on a rock near the entrance to his hideout complex, surrounded by a few sycophantic cronies, when the doctor emerged from the cave. The physician, an Arab from Libya, was the same man who had performed a penectomy on Abu seven years earlier (see ‘Taleban’ – author). He approached his leader.

“Ah, Doctor,” said bin Laden, “thank you for coming to see me. It appears that the American infidels are reacting much more vigorously to our just strike against their iniquitous institutions than we thought they would. We have therefore decided to take stand-by measures in case any of our glorious comrades are captured.”

Two weeks later, four young boys arrived to be taken, one by one, to see the doctor in his well-equipped medical facility within the cave complex. The first and oldest, a 14 years old, having just lost his anal virginity to the medical practitioner, was strapped naked to the same table on which Abu had lost his cock. The man picked up a scalpel, which he placed against the lower base of the boy’s hardening penis.

“No, in Allah’s name, no!” screamed the boy as the incision was carefully initiated despite the spurting blood and semen.

Later, Osama bin Laden was again sitting on a rock near the entrance to his hideout complex, surrounded by a few sycophantic cronies, when the doctor came to see him.

“Ah, Doctor,” said bin Laden, “thank you for coming to see me. Work completed?” “Yes,” the smiling physician replied, “and the penises of the four northern trash have been frozen until they are needed.”

(Somewhere in England, March 2002, 7p.m.)

At the same time that DCS Burrows started interviewing his mother, Josh regained consciousness. The terrified 14 years old found himself on a mattress placed on the floor of what looked like an otherwise empty windowless cellar. His hands had been securely tied behind him with rope and his feet were also tightly bound. Tape had been wrapped around his head to silence his mouth.

Josh’s last lesson at school had been gym and the boy had not bothered changing back into his normal clothes. He had decided instead to bundle them into his kit bag and rush home, not far away, to have his shower and redress in casual garb there. The lad was accordingly dressed, at the time of his abduction, in all-white gym apparel, comprising t-shirt, shorts, with skimpy speedo underneath, ankle socks and plimsolls. The seductive charms of such attire was to prove unfortunate for the youngster.

Josh, like his older brother, Todd, was a very pretty boy. He shared his sibling’s gorgeous brown-haired hazel-eyed features, matched with immaculately proportioned frame. However, unlike the 17 years old, the 14 years old had not yet developed any body hair above his smooth genitals or under his arms. He also still possessed a cock, although for how long remained to be seen.

(Somewhere else in England, March 2002, 8p.m.)

Coincidentally, the kidnapped 15 years old English boy, son of a cabinet minister, was dressed similarly to Josh. James was an excellent cross-country runner and had been training alone, within the vast grounds of the public school where he boarded, when some bearded men had appeared from bushes to the side of his lonely route. The handsome English lad was to wake up one hour after the American but was the first to lose his virginity.

(London, England, March 2002, 9p.m.)

Ben had called round to see Todd, still his best friend despite the fact that he no longer had the cock that the English teen had termed his ‘Statue of Liberty’.

The authorities had so far managed to prevent news of the abductions from being broadcast, although most media organisations were aware of the crimes as a result of leaks. The British Home Secretary had issued gagging orders, termed ‘D notices’, to stifle publication but it was feared that this stance could not be held for long. It was recognised that news would probably filter out sooner rather than later, if only in France or Germany, the countries where the other two kidnappings had occurred, or in America, from where three of the young victims emanated. However, DCS Burrows believed that a lack of publicity for as long as possible would give the politicians more room for manoeuvre in negotiations if the police were unable to track down the al-Qaeda terrorists responsible.

Ben was eventually allowed into the house to see his friend as the DCS felt that the damage had already been done. The English teen would be suspicious of the obvious police presence and so might as well be brought into the secret. He might also be of some comfort to the young kidnap victim’s distraught brother.

Ben encouraged Todd to go to his bedroom. The English 17 years old considered that it would be best to talk to the American 17 years old, devastation evident in his face, in privacy. Todd sat on his bed and Ben did so too, putting his arm around his friend. The American then did what he had wanted to do ever since he had heard what had happened. He burst into tears. Ben gently held his friend’s head closely next to his chest, quietly saying “It’s alright, get it out of your system.”

Five minutes later, Todd finally stopped sobbing and wiped his gorgeous eyes. Ben, hoping that the action was not out of place, gave his now red-eyed friend a brief kiss, eliciting a sweet smile in response. Todd regained his composure and started talking.

(Somewhere in England, March 2002, 11p.m.)

Two men, of Arab appearance and in their late 20s, entered Josh’s cellar prison, re-locking the heavy metal door behind them, and untied the boy. Both kidnappers were lured not by concern for their young captive but by the sight of his lovely lithe bare legs revealed beneath the short white shorts. “Do not struggle or attempt to escape,” one said in strongly accentuated English as the lad’s bonds and gag were removed, “obey all instructions and speak only when permitted.”

Josh did not comply. When the tape had painfully been ripped off his beautiful face, the boy immediately demanded answers to various rapidly issued questions. “Where am I?” “What am I doing here?” “Why was I tied up?” “Who are you?” However, before he could finish demanding “Take me home at once”, the 14 years old was slapped harshly across the face and, even more agonisingly, in the balls, causing him to double up, grasping his assaulted genitals.

When he had partially recovered from his torment, Josh’s sensuous tearful eyes focused on what one of the two now standing men held in his right hand. “Obey all instructions and speak only when permitted,” repeated the other Arab loudly, this time securing compliance, reinforced by the pistol held by his colleague.

“Stand up!” the Arab ordered and Josh, still holding his hurting genitals, slowly obeyed, swaying a little on the soft mattress. The kidnappers paused to look at the delectable vision in front of them before the talker amongst the pair continued by commanding “Strip!”

(Somewhere else in England, March 2002, same time)

James, now unbound and naked, lay face-down on his mattress. Three of his captors, a European and two Pakistanis, had just left. The boy’s lips and chin were caked with drying semen. Large amounts of sperm were also visible between his bumcrack and on the insides of his upper legs.

Fellatio and sodomy, especially in a homosexual context, are sins for all Muslims but the proscription of these forbidden practices is probably, even more than adultery, the most ignored in the Islamic world, as the young previously virgin English boy had just discovered.

(Paris, France, same time)

The maverick newspaper editor, desperate for a scoop to help to reverse declining sales, had chosen to ignore government requests. He instead decided his headlines for the next morning’s first edition. The main headline read, in French, ‘4 Boys Abducted by al-Qaeda’ whilst the sub-heading announced ‘Terrorists Make Demands For Safe Return’. DCS Burrows was later to explode in anger as his stratagem regarding secrecy was ruined sooner than expected. He correctly anticipated that politicians would now speedily state publicly that they could not give in to terrorist threats and expected a quick reaction from the kidnappers to show that they really meant business. The detective surmised what this response would most likely be, wondering which of the four poor abducted boys would lose his penis early to allow the captors to make their point.

(To be continued in chapter 3 – ‘Demands’)