MERRY CHRISTMAS BBOY. THIS IS MY CHRISTMAS STORY TO YOU. THANKS FOR ALL YOU DID THIS YEAR, AND ALL THE OTHER AUTHORS TOO. THIS STORY IS FOR READERS OVER 18 WHO LIKES THIS TYPE OF STORY. IT IS A FANTASY. ALL CHARACTERS ARE MADE-UP.
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He wasnt happy. The shading wasnt right at all. There was too
much evidence of the blackness and whiteness of the shadow shapes.
The boy took out a white conte crayon, and worked on blending the
offending patch of color, and light. He looked up once more at the
Caravaggio painting of Boy Bitten by Lizard that he was
faithfully trying to copy and noticed that he had an audience.
He brushed a red-gold lock of hair that had annoyingly
gotten in his way and glared at the strange olive-skinned man who
was studying his drawing.
Thats a very close rendering, observed the man. Youve
captured the essence of the scene.
No, I havent. Its just a quick study, I could do better
if I had more time, as it is I have to meet someone soon, so please
excuse me.
Youre very young to draw so well.
Thank you, I must get back to work now.
I am not flattering you, I own an original Caravaggio
myself. Would you like to take a break and have a cup of coffee
with me? I can tell you about restoring some of the old
masterpieces. I happen to be responsible for a vast collection of
works that has never been publicly shown.
There was something about this man which was making Shay
increasingly uncomfortable. Thank you again, but all I want in to
be left alone so I can finish my drawing!
My favorite painting in my private collection is a Titian.
Its one of his mythology paintings. Its of Eros. Eros with titian
colored hair.
Shay turned his back to the man, and pressed his pencil hard
against the paper, tearing a hole with the point. Angrily he faced
the man. Try your obvious pickup lines on someone else. I dont
have time for perverted trash. Get lost before I complain to an
attendant.
The man moved closer to Shay. I have a great deal of
money, and I have been the patron of several talented Artists like
yourself. I am enamored by great talent.
The museum guard at that point sensed Shays distress and
walked over. Is there a problem here? he asked.
Shay shook his head, and the obnoxious man walked off. Shay
was too annoyed to continue, and his drawing was ruined anyway. If
he had known that people were more open and aggressive in Europe he
may not have come. He resented the fact that his good looks made
some people assume that he was an object for a pick-up. What he
didnt know that the man had been stopped by security before he
left the museum where he was warned off. He had been humiliated by
being told that he looked like he was trying to solicit the boy.
The man, whose name was Tomas, had decided then and there that the
intriguing boy would have to pay the price for it. No one treated
him like a common low-life criminal and got away with it. That boy
was too cocky by far. He was almost ready to give the gifted kid an
art scholarship, and the kid turned him off with his attitude. Yes
there was something about the boy that hit a raw nerve, but as
beautiful as he was he hadnt been considering sex with him. He had
many fine loving platonic friendships. Couldnt that crude young
man tell that was all he wanted? Artists were usually sensitive.
How dare that he was considered a homosexual on the prowl? The
cocky young artist needed a lesson, and he smiled as he decided
what it would be.
Tomas was a prince of commerce. He ran an empire. Most of
his interests were legitimate businesses, such as construction and
real estate. On the side, more of a thrilling hobby he did a little
drug importation, and it was true he owned several brothels under
another name. You wouldnt want to be his enemy. Unbeknown to the
museum staff Tomas had two bodyguards watching him from afar. Away
from home he was always secretly attended. He assigned them to wait
for the American and to discreetly follow him when he left the
National Gallery and find out where he was staying.
Shay may as well have been wearing a target, as he had
taken no precautions and had no idea that he was being tailed. It
was easy to discover that the teen had traveled to Europe with a
group of High school students during their Christmas holidays, and
they would be flying home from London in two days.
Two days was enough time in their business to retrieve
desired property. Tomas informed his men that he wanted this young
man. Two of his agents went back to the Bed and Breakfast where the
mark was staying, and using false passports rented a room on the
floor below his. Conveniently for them they discovered that the boy
had a small room to himself. During the next day they hid their
equipment in his closet. They already had a passkey made, and had
arrangements with a driver to wait until 3 or 4 in the morning.
They called Tomas to give him the status of their plans and to let
him know that they had obtained a sample of Shays handwriting.
They were going to make it appear as if he were a run-away.
Tomas had one of the best hand-writing forgers in the world write a
letter in Shays decorative style
Dear Mom,
I have decided not to return home until January. I want
to stay in Europe and work on my art. Dont worry. I have saved
enough money. I plan to come home in a week or two. I should be
back before school starts up again.
Your loving son,
Shay
Sure youll be home for school Shay, said one of Tomass men. He
has good fancy handwriting, maybe you could train him to do forgery.
Tomas thought of the fire bright golden hair, and had other
things in mind. At least for now.
Does he seem like the kind who would run away? asked
another.
No, but he is the type to get himself into predicaments.
Tomas stated.
He really must have insulted you Sir, usually you dont
bother with a little insignificant.
I want to see him after he gets to the strong house, before any
decision is made about where hes going next. I also demand that no
one but I touch him after his abduction. Is that clear.
Yes sir, operation Shay will take place tonight. I will
return to London with his letter
Shay went with the group that evening to see a West Endplay. After
he and a group of his friends decided to go off on their own to
check out the pub scene. He appeared fifteen although he was a few
years older; still no one carded him. He was pleasantly surprised
He ordered a lager and he and his friends were joined by a group of
teenage girls. Shay ended up playing darts with the prettiest of
the girls, who seemed to develop a quick crush on him. Later they
would say that maybe there was the clue to his leaving.
Otherwise they would say that he gave no indication of running
away, especially being aware of how much trouble the group leaders
would be in because of his actions. He was usually considerate. His
friends often teased him about his good looks and style, that made
you wonder if he might be gay. He took that in stride, and laughed
as well. Shay with his blue-green eyes, and golden copper curls
intrigued both the young ladies, and the few gentlemen who were
always casting their eyes at him, but always got a frozen welcome.
No there really werent any hints that he had planned to run away
with anyone.
Shay had gone back to the B+B after the pub closed, around
eleven. He and his friends were pretty rowdy, they went into Shays
room to discuss the impossibly beautiful breasts on their new
girlfriends. The director came in and told them to be quiet and go
to bed. Shay stayed up for awhile to try and sketch his new friend.
Who had teased him about doing a nude of her when he had started
obsessing about his passion for art. He got annoyed that the lower
part of his wardrobe was jammed, but it was the space where only a
few towels had been placed. He took the used one from the morning
and went down the hall to the WC. He observed that it was quiet he
figured that he was the only one still awake.
He stayed up an additional hour working on a sketch of
Londons nightlife. He decided to come back to Europe someday when
he was older and study the art in depth. Finally he took off his
clothes, and covered himself up in his blankets and fell asleep.
He was having a terrible dream. Something was pricking him
in his leg, which seemed to be uncovered, and cold. He opened his
eyes and was sure that a gang of men surrounded him. Something with
a terrible scent was pressed below his nose. He tried not to
breathe the sour floral smell but he couldnt help it. He was
getting drowsy again, and he fell into a semi-conscience-drugged
state before he could yell out for help.
They took his suitcase out, and emptied his clothes into
it. Taking most of his belongings out of the upper wardrobe as well
as his sketch pads and art supplies they emptied the room. All of
this would be placed below where they would remove it with their
own luggage the next morning. Shay, already naked was dressed up
like a streetwalker. They used garish makeup, on his face, and
placed items on him to make him look feminine. They placed the note
on his bed. He was then escorted down the silent hallway of the
hotel. The old man at the desk was asleep, so no one observed the
drugged female who left the hotel with two men. The next day no one
would remember seeing them.
The sleek gray BMW with its sunshaded windows waited around
the corner. Shay, in his drugged and dazed state sleepwalked beside
his escorts who shoved him into the back of the car. He was all
theirs now. The car drove through the night to the English
countryside. Finally it reached a security gate outside a wealthy
estate.
The guards at the gate waved the car in. Shay was now in a
dreamless sleep. The men parked the car and the largest agent
heaved Shay over his shoulder, fireman style and carefully carried
their prize through the back door. In the basement was an empty
kennel with large dog cages. They put a blanket in the bottom of
one, undressed the unaware teen and placed him gently in. Then they
fastened the door with a thick chain lock. A guard sat outside
watching their captive, painted like a little whore having his last
peaceful sleep
His bed felt too hard, and he had to piss. He opened his
eyes to find his robe so he could go down the hallway to the loo.
It felt as if he were floating, and sleeping on the floor. He
reached out and touched metal bars. His mind was too fuzzy to think
clearly, had he been arrested the night before? He didnt remember
it, was he drinking that much? He quickly opened his eyes, tried to
focus, and stand up; it was becoming obvious that he was in some
kind of metal box. He started to scream out.
It brought in several men. They were staring at him through
the cage. One looked like the pervert from the museum the other
day. He had to wake up from this nightmare.
Good, youre finally awake. Dont bother to scream. It
wont do any good, and well just have to gag you, as I cant stand
the sound.
Why am I here. I demand that you release me. He said with
more command than he felt in his precarious situation.
You have a long way to go in your training, I can see. We
will start now. Men take him out so he can make his water, then
sponge him off, and bring him upstairs to the examining room.
You cant do this Shay cried out without really knowing
just all he was in for. You wont get away with this!
The horrible pervert was looking down at Shay, and he
realized he was naked. The man had his eyes set on his cock. Shay
moved his hands to try and cover it up. He knew that he had a
beautiful penis and he resenting the man visually examing it.
Move your hands away Shay.
How did he know his name? He refused to comply, and tried
to spread his hands wider. The door was unlocked, and one of the
guards got behind him. The guard grabbed his hands at the wrist,
and forced them behind his back.
You cant hide anything from me. Lets see I would say
that this piece of meat is 7 and a half inches. Nice width too, the
mushroom head reveals that he was circumcised, typical of an
American. The flesh is pale and smooth; it looks like our little
friend here has never sunbathed the same way that he likes to
sleep. As I talk about his perfect cock I can see its starting to
come awake now. Do you like it when I admire your penis Shay? There
is a lot more that I can do with it. Yes I can think of many things
that I can do with it my friend, as it is mine now. He turned to
the guards. You know what to do, clean him up, and then bring him
upstairs.
Ignoring his outburst three volumous guards pulled him out
of the cage, and forced him to walk up a stairway leading out of
the damp basement. It was easy for them to control him, as his body
was stiff from being cramped and drugged. They took him into a
large bathroom. It was luxurious, but to him it was a hellhole.
They led him to urinal and stood beside him so he could piss. As
badly as he had to go he held it in. He wasnt going to pee in
front of these goons he thought irrationally as he was still naked.
Instead of giving him privacy one reached over to stimulate his
penis.
I can take care of myself he stated, as a stream of water
came out.
Well you had better enjoy it then, the standing up and
aiming part that is.
When he was finished they pushed him down on the floor near
the tub. He begged them to leave him alone, but they ignored him as
they washed his body paying special attention to his private parts.
As one scrubbed his perineum and scrotum he re-newed his quest to
get away, but they held him that much more tightly. They also
continued to talk about him as if he wasn't there.
Pretty, isnt he.
Very fuckable, the master has good taste.
I dont think he likes the idea of being a plaything.
Oh hell get used to it.
After he was scrubbed in every crevice of his body, they took
shaving cream and covered his arms and legs, shaving off his golden
hair. Then they shaved the wisps of hair on his scrotum. He felt
like a plucked goose went they were done, and very violated. After
they finished with him they offered him some watered wine.
Come-on you better drink. It isnt drugged. they informed
him as they admired their handiwork.
His thirst got the better of him, and he drank the pale
wine. Feeling now even more naked without his body hair and very
stressed they led him into a new room. At one time this room served
as a veterinary facility for a rich man who raised champion
bloodhounds. Tomas had a surgeon who was on his books, and they
waited for the young man together.
Are you sure to want me to remove just his penis.
Yes, the cock and nothing else. Doom him to suffer. He
will always carry the urge, but not have the equipment; he will
live a life of perpetual blueballs, who knows maybe he will re-
define the blue-movement of Art. I like him.
Funny way to show it.
Well without his sexual tool hell have to put all of his
energy elsewhere. Hes kind of an experiment for me. I have always
been interesting in finding out what makes an Artist create.
Shay got shivers when he saw that he was brought into an
examining room. Before he could react he was disposited on a metal
table facing upward He kicked at them when he saw that they were
planning to tie him down. He would have kicked for his life if they
told him the reason why. He was all too quickly securely tied to
the corners of the table, and spread eagle, they put a ballgag in
his mouth to keep him from yelling.
Tomas looked him over, and then caressed his hair. We will
make this as painless for you as possible. We are doing a penectomy
on you Shay.
Shay had to quickly think about what the word meant but it
sounded ominous and he had a vague idea that pene related to penis.
Immediately he knew that this was the fact when Tomas lifted up his
penis, and caressed it playing gently with his balls causing his
organ to harden.
I would like to give you your final organism, just relax.
Shay tried to fight the sensations that were starting to
arouse him. If anything fear should have quelled the slightest
degree of excitement, but Tomas knew what he was doing. As he
sucked Shays balls gently moving them with an expert tongue Shay
gave in to the edge of excitement. The thought of having his penis
removed seemed so outrageous that it drove him to the edge. Quickly
blasts of cum fired out, he moaned into the gag wanting it just to
go on forever. As he was coming down he felt a sharp prick as the
doctor shot an anesthetic into the sensitive under side. Tomas
continued to stroke him as the penis numbed.
Is he ready?
I would say so
Shay tried hard to shake his head that he wasnt. You want to
devote your life to art He almost involuntarily nodded his head.
Wasnt it Van Gogh that cut off an ear, well this is far better?
Tomas said almost seductively in his ear.
At that Shay felt a tickling sensation as a catheter was pried
painfully up the interior of his now flaccid cock. After, Tomas
stroked it again as an after thought because he couldnt feel
anything except the picture in his brain of what was happening to
him. He closed his eyes, and then opened them again. The doctor was
using a laser knife, and pieces of Shays pride and joy were being
removed. His eye attuned to color watched the pink stained flesh
drop off in almost perfect geometric forms. It was more sur-real
than Dalis movie of the ants and eyeballs. This was for real. His
penis was being carved into broken pieces before his eyes. He
started crying. Finally he heard them talking about placing a gold
tube to be his pee-hole which was now where the base of his penis
used to be. They had taken the entire cock from him, leaving his
balls to hang uselessly in empty space against the raw and torn
area. The catheter was removed, and the Doctor spread ointments,
and then bandages around a clamp that kept him from bleeding.
He had never fucked anyone yet, and now he never would.
It took him several days to recover from his very involuntary
surgery. For several days he had to put up with being babied as
they monitored his recovery. He realized that he was never going
home again, his fate had been altered.
Tomas kept him with him most of the time after he
recovered, he was a pretty showpiece. Shay was not permitted to
sexual stimulate himself, nor as tempting as he was did he get
touched by another. Finally his frustration set in and he started
to draw, paint and sculpt the same image. Always a giant phallic
symbol, always in muted flesh tones. Tomas friends heard about the
young artist, and made arrangements to borrow him. He was flown
around the world in Tomas private jet, where he created his now
famous phallic designs for private art collections.
A friend of Tomas who lived in Japan hired Shay to paint a
20-foot mural of a penis in his home office. Shay worked hard, and
was pleased with the finish piece. Every pore, every hair was
rendered on the massive cock. The process of painting always
brought his angry balls some relief. He realized that it was almost
a year now since the time that he was penectomized. His balls
hardened as he viewed his work, he was so tired of always being
frustrated. He wandered to the window and looked outside. A quiet
eve of rare snow flurries drifted in the nightsky of Tokyo. It was
Christmas Eve.
The Japanese businessman came in. I am very pleased
honorable Shay with this mural. Come I have a treat for you, you
have earned it. Have you ever been to a geisha house?
Shay shook his head no.
As they got into a limousine and drove through the night
the Japanese gentleman started to tell him about what he would
see. The girls there are the most beautiful, they will serve you
the rarest teas, and entertain you, and please you as well. There
is one who I am thinking of for you. She is the most beautiful of
all. We call her the dragonfly.
They entered a building that looked like a small palace.
Several girls came over wearing gorious silk kimonos. None of them
caught his eye until a vision appeared. It was the most beautiful
creature that Shay had ever seen. He wanted to paint her at once.
She was shy, and walked, as if every step was a special dance. The
girl was reserved for him. He couldnt believe his luck, and then
he reddened, he wanted to end his life then. What would she do when
she discovered that he lacked the thing men needed most when faced
with a stunning creature that he was madly lusting for?
The men were complimenting her in Japanese. His patron
told him that Tombow, was not only a geisha, but she also was a
great Kabuki actress. He told Shay that he was being honored that
Tom wanted to spend time with him.
She took his hand in hers and led him upstairs to her own
room. As she had spoken in Japanese to the men, Shay wondered if
she understood English. He would try.
You are very beautiful Tom
Thank you. I want to call you Atsu.
Atsu?
It means hot.
Shay caressed her long chestnut hair as it tumbled down. Thinking
of how he would delay telling Tom his secret. She would turn from
him if she knew. Instead he reflected on her. She had violet eyes
in the chalk white geisha face. Youre not Japanese are you?
No there are a lot of things that Im not, she said with
a touch of bitterness, as a tear seemed to catch in her eye. I am
sorry; I will be punished for being displeasing. It is just that
you are so young, and bring back memories.
You dont have to worry, I cant please you anyway myself.
I am not a complete man.
Her eyes lit up, What do you mean.
Tom, I have no prick.
Thats ok Atsu, I have no balls.
What do you mean?
Im a eunuch. A hush was heard between them. Like the
child still left in both of them they giggled and quickly undressed
to examine each other. They fell against each other and pressed
their remaining genitals together.
They both gasped at once. Together they made a whole.
Shays balls fit perfectly above Toms penis. They rubbed against
each other, as they lay one smooth belly pressing into the other.
Shay reached around, not wanting to move away from the geisha boys
hardening penis, which was dripping pre-cum that caused a
glittering surface on his hungry balls. He daftly pressed his
fingers one at a time into Toms anus, as he realized that his
partner was doing the same to him. They knew exactly what each
other needed. Wave after wave of pleasure hit both of them at the
same time as their prostate was played with the others fingers.
All night long their flesh moving in unison bringing them the most
wonderful pleasures.
The time went by too quickly. Come with me Shay demanded, he
wanted to take Tom from this place to be with him so he could paint
and love him. He was even prettier now that their lovemaking had
worn off the makeup.
They wont let me go.
Can I buy you?
Im not for sale, Im not a slave.
I need you, if you could, would you go with me?
Yes
Then well find a way.
Its the morning so quickly Atsu. I should wish you a
Merry Christmas Tom started to massage Shays balls again removing
the hungry tingle that provoked him constantly.
They didnt need any mistletoe as they shared a last deep
kiss. The city started to come back to life, and Shay heard his
name being called, they were going to take him away from Tom. The
two eunuchs looked at each other in agreement. The roof was caked
with snow, which would mean a soft landing. Tom went to his ceder
chest where his most valuable Kimono lay wrapped in silk. It had
patterns of cherry blossoms. Deep in its fold was a sweat shirt
and a pair of jeans stashed with money that he had been hidding
for several years. He quicky dressed
When the room was entered a blast of cold air hit the
others. A curtain was flapping like the Ghost of Christmas past.
Two beautiful young Americans embarked in Paris. They
walked arm in arm unaware of the world as they started to make
plans for the New Year.