Chapter 1

Graham Peterson turned off the laptop and sprawled back across the bed, his mind still filled with the images from the videos he had just watched. Videos made by the organisation he belonged to and largely controlled.

Graham was involved in what he liked to call the entertainment business, specialised entertainment for men who shared his interest in boys. His organisation sold boys to well off clients who could pay their high prices, but also ran a few establishments, 'holiday resorts,' for the less well funded boy lover. These were in countries where a few bribes to the right people meant no questions were asked about the resorts or their clients. Their third line was in video entertainment, and at the thought of the screaming terrified youngster in the last video he'd watched, the latest output of one of their studios, his already erect cock gave a jolt.

It was a good job that the house he was staying in came with its own supply of entertainment. The house on a small private island in the Caribbean was their handling station for newly acquired boys from the surrounding islands, North America and Mexico. At the moment there were 8 new boys in storage, awaiting shipment to their main training site in South America.

These included the 9yo son of a millionaire US businessman; a special order for a rich client who felt he had been cheated in a transaction with the boy's father. Though he'd have to leave that boy alone as the client had instructed that he wanted the boy still a virgin when he got his hands on him. Graham thought the boy's life in the near future would show a big change from his former privileged existence, though the small cage he was presently occupying naked would be giving him an idea of things to come.

Graham strolled naked through the house, his erect cock swaying before him with each step. He unlocked the door into the wing where the boys were stored. Flicking a switch he illuminated the scene in harsh white light, then with another switch the occupants of the cages were brought quickly awake with a spray of icy cold water. He laughed at the sight of several of the boys trying to get mouthfuls of water from the spray: in their time in the cages their only source of liquid was from an ingenious system which collected the boys' urine and pumped it back into their drinking bowls.

He walked along the line of cages, eyeing their cowering occupants. A good selection to choose from; 2 afro Caribbeans, 3 Hispanics and 3 white boys. He stopped at the last occupied cage, containing a brown haired white boy around 11yo. The boy had arrived from Canada only that morning, along with the youngster in the previous cage, his 6yo brother. They had fallen into the hands of the organisation after the death of their parents in a car crash, and in the hours since their delivery both boys remained sexually untouched.

Graham had taken a key from a hook outside the room, and he unfastened the lock securing the 11yo's cage and swung open the door. The boy was as far from the cage door as he could get, pressed against the back wall of the cage; though as his accommodation was only 4ft x 3ft x 3ft [1.2m x 0.9m x 0.9m] that didn't cause Graham a problem.

He had crouched down and reached in for the boy, when the youngster lashed out with his right foot. Not that this was any difficulty for Graham, as with a laugh he caught the boy by the ankle and gave a sharp pull. With a cry the youngster was jerked towards the door, his head coming down with a crack on the cage floor. The blow made the stunned youngster go limp, allowing Graham to drag the boy out of the cage without a struggle.

"Joey, Joey," came the shrill cries of the younger brother in the next cage.

"Shut the fuck up," shouted Graham Peterson. "He's ok. Though I'm sure he'll be squealing even louder than you in a few minutes. Keep watching while I enjoy myself with your big brother. It'll show you what to expect when it's your turn."

He pulled the still limp youngster onto a padded bench opposite the cages, securing him with the attached straps. The bench was constructed so that the boy was held face down, his arms secured to the bench legs at one end with his head hanging over the edge of the bench. His ankles strapped to 2 protruding arms at the other end, which held his legs spread wide giving easy access to his boy hole and to his cock and balls.

Time to get him fully awake, thought Graham, and brought his hand down with a hard slap on the boy's ball sack. The youngster threw back his head emitting a high pitched screech, echoed by the cry of his younger brother.

Graham turned with a chuckle to the younger boy's cage. "Now you just watch closely while your brother learns how to make me happy. Think of this as your first lesson too."

Turning back to the bench he clenched the fingers of his left hand in the boy's hair pulling back his head till he could see the boy's face. "Your brother called you Joey, but I think I'll just call you slut. Understand me slut?"

The boy let out a quiet sob.

"I said, do you understand me slut?"

"Yes," mumbled the boy. A hand slapped him hard across the face.

"You call me sir when you speak to me slut, understand?"

A quiet, "yes sir," came from the youngster.

"Good, I wouldn't want to cause too much damage to that pretty face of yours. It should make me some good money." Graham's free hand stroked the boy's cheek. Then stepping closer he slapped his hard cock against the boy's face. "Open wide slut."

The boy clenched his mouth tight shut, and with a chuckle Graham reached down a device from a shelf. "I see you need teaching to obey orders slut. You know what this is? It's called a cattle prod." Pushing one end of the device into the boy's ass crack, he pressed a switch sending an agonising electric current through the youngster's body. The boy thrashed like a landed fish, his mouth wide open in a silent scream.

Graham heard a sob, and glancing over, he saw the 6yo brother with his hands pressed to his face, and he let out another chuckle.

He pulled up the boy's head. "Open up slut." He lifted the electric shock device, and the boy quickly opened his mouth. Stepping closer he slid the head of his cock into the boy's mouth, feeling the slight scrape of a tooth against the head. "If I feel your teeth again, I will have to pull out a few with my pliers, and maybe a few from your brother, got it slut."

Graham pushed forward into the boy's mouth. "Suck it slut." He slid in till his cock hit the back of the boy's throat. "Keep sucking slut, and swallow. I want it down your throat." Firmly grasping the boy's head he pushed forwards thrusting the cock head into his throat. "Come on slut, swallow it down."

He thrust forwards till his balls slapped up against the boy's chin, his cock deep down the boy's throat, and let out a moan of pleasure at the tight throat firmly squeezing his cock.

The boy's face was turning purple, and running with tears and snot. "Breathe through your nose slut." He pulled back out of the boy's throat, then thrust back in. "Breathe through your nose as I pull back slut, and keep sucking."

Fifteen minutes later Graham felt his balls tighten up, and knew he was about to cum. The first spurt went straight down the boy's throat, then pulling back he shot repeatedly in the boy's mouth. "Swallow it all down slut."

He pulled out shooting the last 2 ropes of cum over the boy's face.

"What a dirty little boy. Look what a mess you've made of your face. Better find something to clean you up; I've got just the thing"

Grinning he unlocked the cage containing the 6yo brother. "Come on you little whore, me and your slut brother have a job for you."

The child struggled and twisted until he slapped him hard across the face, then the boy went limp and hung in his arms crying quietly.

"Come on whore, get that tongue busy; clean up your slut brother's face," said Graham, holding the boy face to face with his 11yo brother.

The boy didn't move and Graham reached out for the cattle prod, holding it where the terrified 6yo could see it. "Do you want to help me play with this nice toy like slut did?"

With a sob the 6yo's tongue extended from his mouth, and he began to lick the cum from his brother's face. Then at his first swallow, the boy made a gagging noise.

"Puke and you'll have that to clean up too. Anything you bring up will be going back down your throat," growled Graham. "If you think cum is bad, wait till you're taught to eat shit," he sneered, " and believe me, it will happen."

Graham was disappointed the 6yo didn't vomit, but had another idea for the boy. He dragged the boy round till he was lying over his brother, then forcing open the boy's mouth, he shoved the head of his already stiffening dick between the child's lips. "Come on whore, you need to learn to look after a man's cock like your slut brother."

Holding the boy's head, he forced his length down into the child's throat. Not stopping till his balls where pressed against the boy's chin. Then withdrawing till just the head was within the throat, he rammed forward till he was again completely buried in the youngster.

He began slow rhythmic thrusts into the boy's throat, allowing his young victim to get a breath on each withdrawal. He didn't want the boy dying on him; he was worth too much money to Graham and his organisation.

After his recent cum in the older brother, he knew he could last some time with the 6yo. This little whore was sure going to have a sore throat by the time he finished.

In the end he lasted for well over 45 minutes before he felt himself close to cumming.

Grasping the boy's head firmly he thrust as deep as he could and fired rope after rope of cum directly into the child's stomach.

Still lodged in the 6yo's throat, he reached out to pick up a bottle of water from a side table, took a swig from it and poured some over his sweaty head. He looked down into the boy's empurpled face and staring eyes. "Need a drink after that?" he asked. "Blink if you want it."

The youngster blinked rapidly.

"Ok," he grinned, "whatever you say." Then pulling back so his dick head was in the boy's mouth, he pinched the child's nose and squeezed his lips tight around the shaft; then released a jet of piss into the 6yo's mouth. "Swallow or drown, it's up to you." He laughed as he felt the boy frantically gulping down mouthfuls of piss.

Once drained he pulled out of the boy, and the child sprawled semi-conscious on top of his older brother.

He looked down into the glaring, hate filled, eyes of the 11yo. Graham chuckled. "Seems like your little brother beat you when it came to learning to drink piss. We'll have to think of something to help you catch up, won't we slut?"

"We'll get away and get the police onto you."

"You're on our own private island, slut. Where are you planning on going? Then where you go from here, the police are either paid by us or are among our regular customers. So don't expect any help there."

The 11yo let out a sob, bringing a chuckle from Graham.

"Let's make you 2 comfortable for the night, and I can get some sleep."

He lifted the 6yo onto a table just in front of his brother, then attached the child's wrists to a chain running over a pulley in the ceiling. He hoisted the youngster till his bottom was about 8inches [19cm] above the table; his legs out in front of him and his ankles clamped to the corners of the table so his whole weight was taken by the chain.

Going to a shelf, Graham lifted down what looked like a small road cone or witches hat, about 7inches [17cm] tall and 4inches [10cm] wide at the base. Coating it liberally with lube, he positioned it under the 6yo, and pulling apart the boy's ass cheeks forced the boy down onto it till the first 2inches [5cm] were firmly lodged in his boy pussy. Then he released about 8inches [19cm] of the chain so the boy's body weight was now pressing firmly down on the cone in his pussy. The suddenly fully conscious child let out an ear splitting screech.

Graham grinned at the 11yo. "By the morning he should be down to the table, with all of that inside. Your brother is going to be a well loosened little whore. We have bigger cones for older sluts like you but I think we'll try something different."

Taking down a phone from the wall he spoke quietly into it, then waited. After no more than 3 minutes the door opened and a tall black man entered, with a large German shepherd dog on a lead. The dog immediately strained forward, put it's front paws up onto the bench and began sniffing and licking the 11yo's boy hole.

"Looks like Juba is feeling playful," said Graham.

"Yes boss," said the man holding the dog, "he hasn't been at a boy for 4 days, and you know how he gets."

"Ok slut, you've got some company for the night. Juba seems keen to meet you. I think by the morning you'll be as loose as that little whore will be. I've seen Juba fuck 7 times in a night so you shouldn't be lonely," chuckled Graham. "Oh, and don't try and stop Juba getting what he wants, he's got sharp teeth if you upset him."

He attached a chain to the dog's collar, the other end secured so the dog could get to the 11yo on the bench, but could not reach the 6yo's table.

Between them the 2 men set up 2 video cameras on tripods so that they took in both boys. "These should sell well boss."

"You both enjoy your night," Graham said with a laugh, shutting the door behind him as he left the room. Before they'd gone, the dog had already climbed onto the 11yo, and as they moved down the passage they heard a high pitched scream from the room they had just left.

Chapter 2

Graham Peterson sat on the veranda finishing his coffee.

"All finished with breakfast boss?"

"Yes, I'll go and check how the boys enjoyed their night," he said with a chuckle, getting to his feet.

Walking swiftly through the house he came to the entrance of the boy room. Pushing open the door he stood taking in the view.

The 11yo brother lay limply over the bench, his thighs slick with a mess of blood, shit and dog cum.

Graham walked behind the boy, then slowly pushed two fingers into the ravaged hole. The boy stirred and whimpered. He twisted the fingers then rammed in a third; the boy jerked and let out a loud sob.

"That's it, wakey wakey slut."

Graham crossed to the 6yo, now fully impaled on the cone, his ass cheeks resting on the table top. He slapped the boy hard across the face, jerking him awake.

"Ok whore, let's see how you're doing," said Graham, hauling on the chain attached to the boy's wrists and running through a pulley on the ceiling.

He pulled the boy up till he was clear of the cone, then secured the chain.

"Fuck, you are one loose little whore," he said, looking at the still gaping hole. "Shit, I could shove my hand in there and I bet you'd hardly notice, would you whore. Well, no good anyone trying to fuck that hole for a few days, but we don't want you closing back up too much. I've got just the thing for you."

He brought from a cupboard a 9inch [22cm] dildo attached to a leather harness. "You ever seen Star Trek, whore? Well this is going to go where no man has gone before," said Graham with a chuckle, "but don't worry, lots of men will be going there soon enough."

Looking at the 6yo's hole, he didn't see any need for lube. Positioning the head of the dildo in the boy's gaping hole he started to push it in. He got around 6inches [14cm] into the boy before he hit any resistance, and the boy let out a squeal. Wrapping his left arm around the boy's waist to hold him still, he gave a hard thrust with the dildo burying the remaining 3inches [7cm] in the screaming child. He quickly secured the straps, fixing the 9inches [22cm] of rubber in place.

As he had been dealing with the 6yo, Graham had been subjected to the 11yo's yells to leave his little brother alone.

"Well slut it seems you need teaching to keep quiet." Returning to the cupboard he brought out a 6inch [14cm] penis gag which he rubbed over the 11yo's blood, shit and dog cum covered thighs, making sure it was well coated. Then forcing open the boy's mouth he rammed the filth encrusted gag into his mouth, wedging the head deep in his throat before securing it in place. "There you go slut. Not only does it keep you quiet, but it gives you some nice breakfast too," said Graham with a laugh.

He moved round to the 11yo's ass, pushing 3 fingers into the stretched open hole. "How many times did Juba fuck that?" he laughed. "Looks like there's still a good load in there. Don't want you making a mess. I know just the thing."

He pulled his fingers out of the 11yo, and walking across to the 6yo he pushed the 3 fingers into the child's mouth. "Come on whore. Suck them clean." He worked them in the mouth for a few moments, then wiped them dry on the boy's hair.

Releasing the 6yo's wrists from the chain, he let the child flop to the table. Rolling the boy onto his back he secured his wrists and ankles to the corners of the table, then fastened a strap across the boy's torso holding him firmly in place on the table. Then 2 straps at the end of the table held the child's head solidly in place.

He stepped away from the table and returned with a shallow bowl with a tube coming from the centre. Squeezing the 6yo's face, he forced open his mouth then pushed in the tube till it was in the back of the youngster's throat and the bowl sat above his face.

He crossed to the 11yo. "Come on slut." He released the boy and pulled him upright, then secured his wrists to the chain that his younger brother had been hanging from. Dragging down a second chain he attached it to the boy's ankles; then hauling on the chain he pulled the boy's feet into the air so his body hung with arms and legs stretched above him.

Graham adjusted the chains so the boy hung with his bottom at the lowest point, then pulled the table until the 6yo was under the 11yo; the bowl positioned to catch the mess oozing and dripping from the older brother's ravaged hole.

Stepping back he grinned evily. "That should keep you both busy, and your little bro gets his breakfast too. He better not puke or he'll choke, and that would be a waste of the money we've already spent getting him here."

Chapter 3

Standing on the shaded veranda, Graham Peterson watched the launch that had just pulled up at the jetty. The meeting with his guest should be interesting, though he was still highly sceptical of the claims made for his visitor's abilities.

A few minutes later one of the guards led an imposing black man and a young boy onto the veranda. The guard was tall but this man must have topped him by 6 inches. "This is him boss, the crow man"

The tall man laughed. "Mr Peterson, I prefer Doctor Crow for my business dealings, more professional don't you think."

Graham nodded to the guard, who left after setting down a small case; then he motioned his visitor to a chair.

After getting his guest a drink, Graham sat forwards on his chair looking intently at the other man. "I understand you plan to leave again with the launch this evening. So we'd better get this done, she sails again in a few hours, once the boys have been loaded."

"My associates who you have been talking with make some extraordinary claims of what you can do for us Doctor."

The tall black man laughed. "I can hear your western scientific scepticism Mr Peterson. Your colleagues had similar doubts until they saw proof of my work. Mr Peterson, what I can do contains modern science, but it also takes in older knowledge ignored by the modern western world. Traditional African medicines and lore that some would mock as juju, and even some of what these ignorant savages would call voodoo."

"You saw the way your guard looked at me, and the distance he kept between us," he said with a laugh. "I may be wearing a modern suit, not robes and feathers, but it still has the same effect on them."

"Anyway Mr Peterson, let us not waste time. It has taken many months to reach the head of your organisation. I'm here to give you proof of what I can do for your business."

"To come to the point, Mr Peterson, you trade in boys. Some you sell, others work in your establishments around the world. You pay out good money on getting suitable boys and training them. They then have a 'shelf life' before they are too old to interest your customers. What I can offer, as I have shown your subordinates, is a way to dramatically increase a boy's working life, and so consequently your profits."

"Here," he barked, snapping his fingers at the waiting boy. The boy shuffled forwards, his steps wary as he could see nothing for the black cloth bag pulled over his head.

"So Mr Peterson, what do you think of him? He is a 'sample' of what I can offer you. Feel free to examine him."

Other than for the bag the boy was naked. White skin tanned to a golden hue by the sun, and looking around 11; his hands cuffed behind his back.

Graham reached out and pulled the boy towards him, and pulled the bag from the boy's head. He ran his hands over the smooth skin feeling the firm muscle beneath. He took hold of the small soft cock, no more than 1 ½ inches [4cm] and rolled it in his fingers, then cupped the immature balls. He turned the boy, pulling apart his cheeks to examine the hole, then wetting his forefinger he pushed it into the boy's bum hole to the 2^nd knuckle.

"A nice boy," he said, wiping his finger with a tissue, "but we already have lots of them."

Doctor Crow smiled. "Describe him for me Mr Peterson."

"Blonde, good looking, well toned body, around 11 years old, and from the condition of his ass hole still a virgin."

Crow's smile widened. "As I said Mr Peterson, I brought him along as an example of what I can do for your business. What if I was to tell you that Michael here is 26 years old and has been fucked several times a day for the last 15 years."

"Well I know what my representatives told me of your work, but such a thing would be amazing."

"To me it is not that amazing," said Crow with a chuckle, "just an example of more traditional knowledge forgotten by western man."

"An interesting idea. If you can give me more proof."

"I came prepared to do that," said Crow, reaching for the small case and laying it on the table. Opening it he displayed it's contents to Graham Peterson. "These bottles contain enough of my creation to treat several subjects. If we inject them before they leave, you can see how they react over the next few months. Two sets of injections is all they need. The first 2 injections will stop the aging process and make their bodies continuously rejuvenate. Then several injections from another formula into the muscle around the anus will ensure they tighten up again within hours. They'll feel like a virgin to every man who fucks them."

"Well," said Graham with a grin, "let's take a walk to the storage area and you can treat them now, then they can be transferred to the boat ready for shipment."

Leading Doctor Crow through the house he brought him to the room where the 11yo still hung above his 6yo brother, though the fluids had long since drained from him to be swallowed by the youngster.

Dr Crow raised an eyebrow at the sight of the 2 brothers.

"They needed a lesson in behaviour," said Graham. "Though I'm sure they'll need a lot more before they're broken completely."

Working quickly with the help of 2 of Peterson's men, the boys were all soon injected with Crow's mixtures and loaded into travelling cages to be moved to the boat.

Graham Peterson gave an order to one of his men, "have my cases moved to the boat."

"I'm going to leave with you and the boys Dr Crow. I want to follow them personally for the next few months and review their condition."

"Excellent," said Crow, "it's much easier to deal straight with the top man like you, than go through others."

They returned to the veranda where the boy brought by Crow still waited. The hood back in place and his wrists secured to the table.

"Do you want him taken to the boat with the others?" asked Graham.

"No," said Crow, "I thought he could be left here with your men. They can enjoy themselves as roughly as they want, and later you can compare his condition to the other boys I just injected."

"Good idea," said Graham Peterson. "They can stuff his little pussy as hard as they can; training toys and dogs as well. Then in a few months he can be picked up and checked out."

"Consider him a gift," said Crow. "Once you're satisfied with the results he can enter your normal training programme and then be put to work for your business."

"You got that Rodriguez," said Graham to his senior man on the island, who had accompanied them back to the veranda. "As rough as you want, then in a few months you can pass him on."

"Yes boss." The man looked at the hooded boy with hard hungry eyes.

"Go and supervise the transport of the rest of the boys to the boat, then Dr Crow and I will be leaving."

"Yes boss, about an hour," and he left them alone.

Chapter 4

Crow stood up, still chatting casually to Graham Peterson, and walked slowly to the kneeling boy caressing his bare shoulders. Returning, he walked past the back of Graham Peterson's chair, and a second later Graham felt the sharp prick of a hypodermic needle in his neck.

Graham tried to rise but Crow was pressing firmly down on his shoulders, and he found he had no energy to move anyway. He tried to open his mouth to speak but found he could not.

Crow moved to face him. "Ah Mr Peterson, it has taken many months to get to the man at the top.

Crow moved to the table untying the boy's wrists, and the boy pulled off the hood.

Opening the case, Crow removed a photograph which he held in Graham Peterson's line of sight. The picture showed 2 boys around 11yo, both naked. One was clearly the blonde youngster with Crow; the other a black boy.

"I'm sure you recognise Michael, who I suppose you might call my foster son, though he has become a lot more to me." As he said this, Crow slid his hand down the youngster's body and caressed his bottom.

"The other was my nephew Dwane, who was also Michael's best friend. Fifteen years ago you had him taken, after my brother-in-law died owing money to friends of yours. I doubt you even know that 6 months later his mother, my sister, committed suicide after the police showed her pictures of Dwane taken by your business."

Graham tried to speak, but found he still had no control of his body.

"It has taken many years," continued Crow, "to track down who exactly ordered my nephew's disappearance. Then more still to gain the confidence of your organisation. At the same time studying to relearn things that science has forgotten, till they could come together in a beautiful revenge."

Crow took a bottle from the case; then carefully extracting a measured amount into a hypodermic syringe he crossed to Graham Peterson and injected the full amount into his arm.

"This will not take long Mr Peterson; I'm always surprised by how quickly these treatments do work. Don't worry it won't kill you. I hope you'll enjoy a long life, though I'm sure you'll wish I had killed you."

Crow sat watching Graham Peterson with a half smile on his face.

Graham started to feel very hot, then it felt like something was creeping about on his skin. No, he thought, more like under his skin. His whole body started to ache, then stabbing pains shot through his arms and legs, and his body started to jerk violently.

After around 8 minutes, the strange sensations and aches left his body. Though somehow he still didn't feel right. It was as though his clothing felt too large for him.

Crow rose and crossed to Graham's chair, holding in his hand what Graham realised was a small mirror. He held the mirror up to Graham Peterson; "meet Jamie," he said.

Graham stared into the mirror at the face that looked back at him; a face he remembered from his childhood.

"I seem to have judged the amount fairly well considering I couldn't weigh you," said Crow. "I would put you at 10 ½ to 11 years of age."

With a word to the boy Michael, they began to undress the youngster that had been Graham Peterson.

As Michael folded the clothing and laid it next to the case, Crow eyed the naked youngster in the chair before him.

"Yes, I'm sure you'll be really popular with all of your former associates and customers. You're even getting me aroused," said Crow with a laugh. "You see I have no objection to the trade in boys, just to you deciding to involve my nephew."

"Your former 2^nd in command, Wang Loo, is quite happy to continue purchasing my knowledge and aid when he takes over control of your enterprise."

"Now," said Crow, taking further bottles from the case. "You just need the treatments I gave the boys earlier, and you can be a nice little boy toy for the rest of what I hope is a long, long life."

Graham felt the prick of a needle in his arm, and a tingling sensation started to spread through his body. He was flipped over face down, and he felt a series of injections around his anus.

Crow sat the boy Graham upright on his chair and Michael handed him a small box from the case.

One hand covering the youngster's mouth and nipping his nose so the child could not breathe, with the forefinger of his other hand he rubbed a fine powder from the box around the boy's pinched nostrils.

With the release of his pinched nose, the boy snorted in a sharp breathe, taking in a good amount of the powder.

Opening the boy's mouth, Crow wiped the remaining powder from his finger onto the child's tongue. Then returned the box to the case and waited.

After a minute of watching the boy that had been Graham Peterson, he saw the child's eyes roll up till just the whites showed. Crow crouched in front of the chair and began a quiet but firm whispering to the unconscious boy.

Chapter 5

Graham Peterson stirred and started to wake. What a strange disturbing dream, or even nightmare, he'd been having.

He tried to move his arm, then realised it was tied to the chair. An arm he saw, when he looked at it, was a child's arm. He looked down and saw a child's body, a pre pubescent boy's body. Trying to move his legs he found his ankles were tied to the legs of the chair.

"Ah Jamie, you are awake," came the voice of Dr Crow, who rose from the chair opposite.

Jamie, once known as Graham Peterson, opened his mouth to answer, but all that came out was a high pitched child's cry of, "I want my mum and dad."

Crow smiled. "Tell me about yourself."

Graham Peterson heard his words form in his mind, but all that came from his mouth was, "my name is Jamie, I'm 11, and I want my mum and dad."

"Very good," said Crow. "The drug has certain effects on your mind. You'll be able to remember everything about your former life, but the only things you can tell people is what I planted in your brain. Even under the worst torture you couldn't tell anyone the contents of your mind."

"I want my mum and dad," wailed the former Graham Peterson and began to cry.

"Michael is waiting for me on the boat. I just stayed to say a final farewell."

Crow picked up the hood which the boy Michael had worn and pulled it over Graham Peterson's head. "I'm sure your men will be along for you shortly. As far as they are concerned you are the hooded boy I brought to the island. You remember the instructions you gave them. Just think of the fun they're going to have with you."

Looking down, Crow noticed that the boy Jamie, once known as Graham Peterson, the monster of a 1000 children's nightmares, had wet himself in terror.

"Goodbye Jamie, I wish you a long life," and with those words Dr Crow left the veranda.

No more than 15 minutes later the hood was pulled from the young head, leaving the boy Jamie blinking in the light at the 9 large men surrounding him.

Rough hands untied him, and to wails of "I want my mum and dad" the naked boy was carried through the building to the boys wing with the storage room and training rooms.

Being carried into one of the training rooms, the boy that had been Graham Peterson saw all 3 of the island's large male dogs tied to one wall.

The young body was secured face down over a bench in the centre of the room. A bench which Graham Peterson's mind knew only too well.

Laughing the 9 guards began to undress. The guards had been chosen not just for their love of fucking boys, but also for the extra large size of their cocks.

"You is one lucky little boy. We've got no work now, so you can have all our attention. We gonna have a little party that's gonna go on for days, and you my lucky little cum dump is gonna be the only entertainment."

The man brought his hand down hard on the tiny nuts, and Jamie, that had once been called Graham Peterson, opened his mouth wide in an agonized scream.

"That's right cunt, that mouth looks so inviting," said the guard right in front of the boy, and stepping forwards he forced the head of his coke can wide erection into the open mouth. "Let's see how quickly we can get all 10 inches down that tight little throat of yours."

The End