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A Boy in Trouble

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A Boy in Trouble

Part 4

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4a

"We're free! Søren, we're out of the claws of the LAoV [Liberal Army of Vengeance]. What are you going to do now?" Bashshar asked me as we walked.

We kept our distance to the somewhat busy mountain road, however we followed much the same route. The pass we were walking in was around 300 metres at the widest point but sometimes narrowed to no more than 100 metres. When it narrowed, we had to keep our heads well down so we couldn't be spotted by anyone driving past us on the road.

"I need to find out if my family is still alive. That's my first goal. My second depends on whether they are or not," I said.

"I have to retaliate my father's dead. And my brother's. He was a nice kid, you would've loved him, and he would have loved to have you as a friend. He always wanted to fuck me, but I wouldn't let him. He would've been fucking you every chance he had and whenever he was feeling horny."

"So, he was much like you then. Well, you may be horny now, but I'm not letting you fuck my bum. Not right now anyway. Later, when we're like getting ready to sleep perhaps. What do you know about this mountain pass? Anything waiting for us, like, uh, I don't know, a checkpoint with a million soldiers guarding it? That would rather shoot us than let us through?"

"No, there's nothing like that. It's just this long road, and, oh wait. There's a lay-by with a cafeteria and a cheap motel up ahead. About in the middle of the pass, which would make it approximately ten kilometres from here."

"A place for truckers then?" I asked.

I instantly thought of it to be something like the coffee house back in the small town we had only just been able to get through alive. In that case it probably meant it would be a place to stay as far away from as possible.

"Yes, but not with alcohol or strong tobacco. That's illegal here."

"What about sex with little boys? Is that illegal here?"

"Of course. I think that's illegal all over the world, except for Pratyris, perhaps. But you know what they are like there."

I didn't. I had never heard of Pratyris. But I didn't want to seem ignorant to Bashshar so I just nodded like I was fully aware of what the Pratyrians were like.

"So, if that's illegal here, and you still did your little brother in the bum, what's to keep other people from wanting to do the same? Or smoke that crap and get drunk?" I asked.

"Well, nothing, I guess, except for it being illegal. Okay, there are likely some people who'd like to fuck you, but who could hold that against them? Anyway, it isn't as accepted here as on the other side of the border. We're still very close to the war, but things haven't gotten real bad here. The police still works here for instance."

"Then we should go to the nearest police station so I can ask them to help me locate my parents and Lise."

"I don't think that would be a good idea, Søren."

"Why not? They must have access to computers and be able to communicate with the police in my region right?"

"Sure, they have computers and a lot of other things, but people often go missing when they talk to the police here. People are arrested for really lame reasons and never heard from again. No, we can't go to the police, they wouldn't want to help."

"Then what?" I was about fed up about not being able to get help from anyone. Sure, Bashshar was helpful and resourceful, but I knew he was mostly sticking with me so he could stick it in me. And no matter what, I wasn't much better off with him than I had been without him. We were still only two people against pretty much the rest of the world.

"Well, there is a small organisation, undercover kind of thing, who may be able to help us. They can probably at least tell us what to do."

"Do you know how to get in touch with them?"

"Of course, you can find them just by logging onto a computer."

"Didn't you just say they operated undercover, as in secret?"

"Yes. They do. But even the smallest of children knows how to find them."

"That doesn't seem very secretive to me."

"Well, they don't advertise with what they really do of course. Still, you'd be able to find them in pretty much every city. Quite easily too. Just follow the kids after school lets out and they'll lead you right to them."

I looked at him like he was crazy. Which was exactly what I thought he was.

"No, really, I'm not kidding. Just go to a candy store. That's their front."

"A candy store? Nah, now I know you're full of it."

"God is my witness, what I said is the truth."

"Okay then. Where's the nearest candy store? Is there one at that lay-by?"

"Unfortunately not. We'd have to go to Alishamadad. It's the nearest city. It's about 500 kilometres from here."

"Five hundred?" I cried out and stopped walking.

How the hell are we supposed to get to that Alisha something city when it's so far from here.

"Yes. Well, it's where I'm going. You can either come or stay. I guess if you're staying, you'd never find out about your family."

"But, how are we going to get there? We can't like walk there. I can't walk that far."

Even one tenth of that would take me five days to walk. And that's with plenty of food and water. Which we by the way have none of.

"We'll figure it out. It may take us some time to get there, but stick with me and I'll get us there. By the grace of God."

"Can you stop talking about Gods? I don't believe in either of mine nor the single one of yours."

"I've found praying to God sometimes help me make the right choices and calms my nerves when I'm scared. But, I guess I don't have to talk about him if you don't want to listen."

"Any God who'd want someone to cut off the hood on my worm isn't one I'll be praying to. That's for sure."

"It wasn't so bad really. It's just something that's done from tradition I think. My spear works fine without that little piece of skin, you know that."

"I suppose it does. Still, I'll hang onto my hood. I'm quite attached to it."

Nothing more was ever said between me and Bashshar regarding my hood, though he seemed to spend a long time just lightly pinching it between his fingers when we went to sleep that night. We had tried to reach the lay-by with its cafeteria and motel that first day but either we hadn't been able to walk very fast or Bashshar had been wrong about the distance. It had been almost three years since the last and only time he had travelled through the mountains and then it had been in the other direction so I wasn't too angry at him for getting it wrong. It did make me wonder if he was wrong about the 500 km to Alishamadad too.

Oh well, it doesn't really matter if it's 500 or 1000 kilometres. It's still far too long to walk!

***

I woke the next morning when Bashshar was trying to push his spear into my bum. I guess there are far worse ways to be awakened but still I wasn't too pleased.

"Ungh," I groaned as the hoodless tip moved past my sphincter, "Bashshar! Sheesh, now?"

"My spear was stiff and your tunic had worked itself up over your bum while we slept. I just couldn't resist the temptation."

"But, I have to pee. Ugh, you're going to make me pee all over myself if you keep pushing it in."

"You better get your tunic out of the danger zone then. Damn, your bum is so tight and warm."

"You're not going to let me get up to pee?"

"Not until I'm done. Søren, I'm telling you, this is the way I want to wake up every day from now on."

I begged him to stop, but I kind of knew there'd be no stopping him and even as I told him to stop, I quickly worked the tunic all the way up under my armpits. Just in case, you know?

I don't want to pee like this though! I'll wait until he's done so I can stand up and pee. I know we're not going to sleep here ever again but I don't want to wet the bed.

Okay, it wasn't exactly a soft mattress we had found to sleep on, but we had been able to find a little moss covered area that was somewhat soft. It sure was better than sleeping directly on top of the bedrock. Our bedroom for the night was between the road on one side and a stream on the other side. Large boulders hid us from the trucks and other vehicles on the road and it was every bit as private as one could wish for, even with the road only around 40 metres away.

***

"Hurry up, Bashshar. I want to pee!" I whined after I had endured five minutes of him slowly fucking me.

"Then pee. I'm not in the mood for a quickie. I'm not awake enough for that. You like it better when it's nice and slow too, you said so yourself."

"Yeah, well, that was when my bladder was empty. Come on, you can fuck me just a little faster than that."

"I could, but I won't. Just relax your body and tinkle. Let it all flow out. You'll feel so much better after. I did after I had my morning piss earlier."

"Not when I'd be lying in my own pee."

"I bet I can fuck the piss right out of you."

"If you do, I'm never letting you stick your spear in my bum again."

"You little meanie. You wouldn't do that."

"You'll find out if you make me pee here."

"Are you sure you can't hold it for another half hour or so?"

"I don't think I can for even five more minutes. Bashshar I have to pee. Like now! I don't want to pee lying on my front with you on my back. Please?"

"Alright then. I'll get up… But I'm taking you with me. I'm not taking my spear out of your little arse until I've spurted in it."

***

It was strange peeing with Bashshar's spear inside my bum even if he didn't move it in and out while I went. I nearly couldn't get it started as I was quite afraid that he'd drop me on the ground. I held onto his arms as best as I could and finally managed to tinkle when I focused on the sound of the running water in the stream.

"All done?" Bashshar asked me when my stream dwindled.

"No, wait," I said and managed to push out another two squirts of pee.

"There, I'm done. But this is the last time you make me tinkle with your spear in my bum. Damn, that was too weird. Put me down now, I feel like I'm slipping."

"Don't worry, my powerful rod will hold you up by itself."

"Don't you dare try it! It'll bend or my bum hole will tear right open."

"What happened to the optimistic boy I used to know?"

I spent the next couple of minutes trying to tell Bashshar exactly what I thought of his morning wake up call. It was kind of hard to drive home my arguments while he was busy driving his spear home in my bum. Eventually I shut up and let him finish what he had started. It didn't seem like he cared much about anything I'd be able to tell him, anyway. Not at that moment.

***

"Bashshar, I'm still a boy right?" I asked him as I cleaned my bottom in the hysterically cold stream.

"What do you mean?"

I looked up from what I was doing and saw him washing his long spear. It wasn't stiff, but it hadn't shrunk back to its normal state yet.

Hah, the normal state of Bashshar's spear would be long and stiff! That's what it is most of the time!

"I mean, even if I were to kind of like having your spear in my bum, it wouldn't make me a girl would it?", I asked and quickly added, "I'm not saying I like it, though."

"No, you don't like it, you love it!"

"I don't!"

I was shocked from his words, he was much closer to the truth than I dared admit even to myself. So I quickly flung a handful of the cold water at him. It started a water fight that ended almost before it had begun when Bashshar just picked me up and threw me into the shallow stream.

"Bashshar! Help me!" I yelled shrilly when my head broke through the surface.

***

We were back to walking when Bashshar picked up the subject I had tried to avoid.

"No, Søren, just because you love being fucked doesn't make you a girl. Even though, you sounded exactly like a little girl when you screamed, Bashshar, oh my hero, save me, I'm drowning!"

"Don't mock me! I didn't say all that crap. I was close to drowning though and you know it. You threw me out there in the middle of the stream!"

"The water didn't even reach my knees when I got out to you. How could you be drowning when you could reach the bottom, you fool?"

"Okay, then. I was scared. Happy now?"

"Aw, Søren. Don't pout. I do think of you as a boy. A cute nine years old boy who lets me fuck his nice tight arse."

"Is that it?" I said and stopped walking.

"What?"

"I'm just a little boy with a tight bum hole you can fuck? One who is too little to stop you from doing it?"

I could feel the anger spread in my body. It made my cheeks flush and almost by instinct I had clenched my fists.

"You're far more than that to me. You're my friend, no, you're more than a friend to me. I almost think of you as my little brother. You'll never be able to replace Eshaal, you're too different from him, but you're like his and my little brother."

That wasn't what I had expected to hear him say. Eshaal was his three years younger brother who had died in a battle. He had only been fifteen when he was killed by bullets shot by soldiers belonging to the same army my father had been a lieutenant colonel in.

"Really?" I had to ask.

"Yes. What I meant to say before you got all angry, was this. Yes, you're a boy. You're a boy who doesn't mind when someone fucks him. Eshaal was like that. He let me fuck him because he knew how much I loved it. He did not like it, but he let me anyway. You might enjoy it, and so what? I like fucking you. No, I love fucking you. If you like it when I fuck you, then it's great. If you love it, even better. I don't think of you like a substitute girlfriend who just so happens to be able to stand up and pee. Nah, you're 100% pure boy in my eyes."

"Thanks," I said quietly even if I wasn't fully aware of what I was thankful for. My pent-up anger faded and left my body with that single word, though it was a good five minutes longer until my cheeks didn't feel like someone had set them on fire.

"Søren? Since we're kind of trading secrets here, then you should know this. I'm not interested in girls or women, only boys."

"I don't love it though. It just doesn't feel bad anymore. After the first couple of minutes anyway."

I wanted to make sure Bashshar understood what I meant. The problem was I didn't really know what I felt about being taken, to be used like a thing for someone else to feel nice.

In a way it feels nice to know that I can do something for him that he can't do on his own. Hey, something smells fishy here.

"Wait, you told me your brother loved being fucked by you!"

"I did? When?"

"When you put your spear in my bum that very first time. You said he loved it so much when you'd do that. And now you said he didn't mind letting you do it even if he never liked it."

"Ah, well. Yes, he did let me fuck him, but only because I told him how much it meant to me that he'd do it. Is it really so important now?"

It did matter to me, as I had thought it was okay to kind of like being fucked since Eshaal had liked it too. Now, I wasn't sure if it was okay, not even with what Bashshar had told about it not mattering at all. It gave me more things to worry about.

***

Finally, after walking for more than an hour, mostly in silence, I could see the first sign indicating the lay-by up ahead. I was really happy, right up to the point when I could read the letters on it.

"Five kilometres?"

"Yes. It won't take long," Bashshar said.

He said that like it's just down the road. My feet feel like I've done nothing but walk for my entire life!

"Are you sure it's five hundred kilometres to Alisha-whatever and not five thousand?"

"Positive. Though, it doesn't matter, there's a bus from the lay-by to Alishamadad."

"Well, hello? A bus means paying for tickets unless you have some crazy idea of us sitting on the rear bumper all the way there."

"I know it costs money and no, we're not going to pull a stunt like that. Well, you can if you want to enjoy the fresh air, I'd much rather sit inside the bus, though."

"There's just one problem with that. We don't got no money."

"Not yet. We will get some. Don't worry, I have it all worked out."

***

We got very close to the lay-by before I finally managed to get Bashshar to tell me about his grand plan of making money. I really hoped he wasn't planning to procure the money by stealing.

"Well, I'll ask for a job in the cafeteria. It won't pay much though, probably not more than what a room will cost and maybe a bit of food. So, uh, that's where you enter the picture."

"Me? Okay, I'll ask for a job too, I could like wash the dishes or something. Or sweep the floors after hours. Yeah, I could totally do that."

"Maybe you could, but then it would take us years to save for the tickets."

"Years? Bashshar, we don't need to travel first class. Monkey class would be much more suited for you."

"Even travelling monkey class as you call it, the tickets will be expensive. More than the coppers we'd be able to earn working at the cafeteria. My job at the cafeteria will be a cover for what you really do. So if anyone asks why we're there and how we can afford to stay there, we can say that I'm your older brother and I work at the cafeteria."

"Okay. And what would I be doing then?"

"You would get paid a lot to do exactly what you like."

"I do like the sound of that. But, I'm not stupid, Bashshar. What's the catch?"

"You said you liked me fucking you. Alright, I know you only said it doesn't hurt you, but then I'm sure you wouldn't mind making money doing it?"

"You'd pay me to let you fuck me?"

Well, if he wants to do that, I guess I can live with it. Though if he'll only earn his pay in coppers, how much would that leave for me? And how would that make us get on the bus sooner than if we both worked in the cafeteria?

"Uh, no. I won't pay you. We're brothers, you wouldn't ask your older brother to pay for doing something that you truly like, would you?"

"Who then? Who'd want to… Oy, I don't truly like it!"

"Truckers and other men travelling by of course. I doubt that there'd be many women, but then again I may be wrong."

"You want me to be a whore?" I asked in shock.

Yeah, I know what you call those who get paid to have sex. Though I only thought women could do that.

"It really doesn't sound nice when you call it that. Call it rent boy or boy for hire, maybe bed or bunk buddy, boy dancer even. That sounds a whole lot better."

"It doesn't matter what you call it. I'd still be paid to let men fuck me."

"You'd better make sure they pay. Don't let them do it for free or it would kind of ruin my plan."

"Bashshar!" I cried out.

It's the only way to get the money to buy bus tickets. You know it!

There are other ways to get to Alishamadad. Walking is supposed to be healthy.

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4b

Naked and alone, that could be the title of a song.

It could be, I don't know, I haven't heard it if it exists, but it could be telling the story of my life if it does. I had gotten into the mountains now, even if only just. The check point or border control whichever it was lay behind me and I had only one thing I could do, follow the mountain road and see where it would take me. At least it was somewhat level and seemed to be at the bottom of a narrow pass between the peaks of the mountains.

A stream cut through the pass, following the two lane road and I found myself walking somewhere around the middle of the two. It was far colder in the pass than it had been at sea level and I didn't stop to sleep when it got darker. I had to keep walking to stay warm and I walked all night long. The traffic on the road had decreased in numbers however large trucks and smaller vehicles could still be seen rushing along the road. The shine from the high beams let me know well in advance when a vehicle would approach me and gave me ample time to hide my too white body from sight.

***

When night was slowly turning into morning I saw a large sign informing travellers about a cafeteria and a motel 5 km from where the sign sat.

That'll be my first goal, to reach those and then I can hopefully find somewhere to rest for a while. Somewhere warm! I need to find some clothes if I want to survive in these cold mountains.

I hadn't seen any houses along the way and the first buildings I saw after having passed the checkpoint were the ones making up the motel. It looked rundown, but I could see light coming out from some of the windows, so it had to still be in service. The cafeteria lay hidden behind the motel and I didn't see it until I got very close to the quite large lay-by with a large parking area for trucks. This early in the morning, the parking lot was almost full.

Maybe I can get a lift with one of those. Some of them must be heading in the right direction. Away from the checkpoint and further into the mountains. I wonder if anyone would take pity on a small naked boy.

The smells from the cafeteria's kitchen were tempting and my stomach loudly complained about not having seen any kinds of food for more than a day. I was torn between begging for food and checking out the motel to see if I could perhaps find an unlocked door and maybe by pure luck be able to find something to wear. I knew the chances of me finding clothing I'd fit into would be close to zero, it didn't seem to be the sort of place catering to families.

If you're wearing clothes, your chances of getting food will be much higher.

Food is a priority. You can always find something to wear after you've filled your belly.

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4c

I had to stop to think it through. So I sat down on a mostly flat rock conveniently not too far from where I had been told what Bashshar's great plan to earn money was. He wisely had decided to keep his distance to me or I wouldn't have been able to think before I'd try something like ripping off his head.

He wants me to let fat ugly hairy and smelly men push their big fat hot and juicy spears in me. Wait, where did hot and juicy come from? No, it's too weird. I won't do it. Just think of it, I wouldn't even know them before they'd just fuck me until I'd cry from it. And afterwards they'd just chuck me out the door with a sore bum hole that I'd have to clench tightly shut to prevent all their slimy stuff from leaking out. Why does that make my worm tingle when I really ought to be crying?

On a second thought, maybe it wouldn't be all bad. My worm was beginning to poke up at the loose tunic I was wearing. Absentmindedly I fiddled with it through the fabric and quite enjoyed the feelings it gave me as I took my time to make up my mind. Well, at least how to tell Bashshar as I had already decided to go for it. On certain conditions.

First, I won't do it with any creepy guys. Hah, sure, like there'd be any normal men wanting to fuck a boy. Okay, first, no fat guys. I wouldn't want to have a big fat dude laying on top of me and crush me. Second, no strange things. They can't tie me up and certainly can't spank me! They can only put their spear in my bum. Well, maybe I should just make it so they can't do anything I haven't agreed to up front. Then tell them what I think it's worth. That's third, no haggling whatsoever and payment in full first. To be given to Bashshar so they can't just make me leave without paying.

***

"That's it?" Bashshar asked me.

I had just told him my conditions after agreeing to his business proposal or whatever you'd call it.

"No, even though we're going to make lots of money on selling my body, we're not going to spend any of it on sweets or sodas or nice desserts or anything luxurious at all. All of the money I make go towards the bus tickets. I won't do this for any longer than absolutely necessary. And I'm not doing this because I like it!"

"I understand. Okay, it was pretty much what I had figured, that we'll both do what we can to get us out of here as soon as possible. I just hope I can get that job so I have a place to sleep at night."

"What about me? I don't get a place to sleep too?"

"Sure, in the bed with your customer."

"What? No, Bashshar, I can't do that, not every night."

"Okay then. When you're not working, you'll sleep with me. I wouldn't want to go back to wanking all the time anyway."

"So you want to fuck me when I'm not being fucked by strange men? Don't I have something to say about that? It's my bum!"

"It is, but all of you is mine, little brother. It'll be fine, you'd need to keep that bum of yours ready anyway. You can't act like it's hurting you, unless that's what someone pays for of course."

He has a point. But, I won't like it. I don't have to like it to let them fuck me. Not even Bashshar. And it is the fastest way to make money. It's the only way to ever get enough money for a bus ticket.

***

All was set, I had even discussed what fair prices would be with Bashshar, though his idea of what fair prices were, was a lot less than I thought.

"You can't ask 30 gold for a go at your bum," he told me.

"I suggested 50 gold at first, then you said I had to decrease it a lot! So I did."

"You can't ask for more than 15. You don't have any experience. Well, not enough anyway. And certainly not when it comes to sucking. You wanted 15 for that, better make that 8. 5 gold would likely be better."

"But, that's what I want if they want to do things to my spear!"

"You think anyone would want to pay for playing with your little spear? Keep dreaming, little man."

"Why wouldn't they? You seem to like playing with it all the time. In any case it's only so I'm prepared if someone asks if he can do this or that with me. Then I can immediately tell him yes, if he pays this or that amount in gold first."

"Alright, so let's play pretend. I'll be a 60 years old, don't wrinkle your nose at that! I'll be a 60 years old man who wants you in my room for the entire night. Free to do whatever I want to you. What would you ask me to pay you for that?"

"But, that depends. How many times would you want me to suck on it or stick it in my bum and do you want to lick me first or just put it in?"

"Søren, tsk tsk. If you say that to a real customer he would just walk away. You can't ask a man up front like that if he asks for you to spend an entire night with him. What if he can't do it the number of times he paid for?"

"That's his problem."

"No, that would be ours. Okay, the motel isn't very large so there's probably only going to be 25 men staying there at any time. Out of the 25, not all would want to sleep with you. So, if a guy asks if you want to spend the night with him, you just charge double what you'd ask for a bum fuck."

"Double? But, what if he'd want to fuck all night long? And do it four or five times?"

"Then you let him. Plus everything else he wants to. Okay, you could ask up front what he plans on doing with you, like if he'd want to hurt you, then you add some of course."

"Hurt me? Bashshar, I don't want anyone to hurt me!"

"Not even for 100 gold?"

"Not for 200!"

"Hmm. So you wouldn't allow someone to give you a couple of play spanks on your bum, even if you could earn 100 from it?"

"Well, maybe if they didn't hurt for real, it would be okay."

"Then let's agree to this, if a man wants to use you for normal sex stuff, then he has to pay 50 gold for a night. If he wants to go beyond that, then it would be 100."

That's still way less than I'd like.

"How much are two tickets for the bus anyway? Remember I'm only a child. So it would be one adult and one child."

"That's not how it works out here. If you take up a seat, you pay full price. Doesn't matter if you're a baby or an old granny."

"How much then?"

"Oh, it was 500 gold when I went with my brother. Each."

***

I waited for Bashshar outside the cafeteria as he went inside to ask if they had a job for him. I had wanted to go in with him, it was quite cold outside, but he had told me to wait. Out of sight too.

I get his point. My tunic is far too nice for my brother to be wanting a job in that rundown place.

That I understood the reasons for staying out of sight outside didn't mean I wasn't cold though. And it took him forever to come back out. Several hours in fact.

"What took you so long?" I asked.

"Sorry. The cook wanted me to start right away, it seems like we got here just at the right moment. I brought dinner. Come, let me show you our room."

Our room! I like the sound of that.

"Did you tell him anything about me?"

"Uh. No, not yet."

"Bashshar!"

"Well, I wanted to make sure he knew how hard I can work and that I don't mind doing whatever he tells me to before I told them about you. The cook is really hard to please. I'll tell him tomorrow, I promise."

***

The room wasn't much. I'd be hard pressed to even call it a room, it was just so small. There was room for a bedroll, one that I immediately upon smelling it, took outside the door. The only other piece of furniture was a very small dresser that doubled as a bedside table. Well, the only table in there. And that was it.

"It's okay for the week we need to stay here," I said optimistically, "I'll wash the bedroll right after we've eaten. There's no way I'll sleep on that smelly thing. I think there's fleas or something in it too."

As it turned out, we ate our dinner, by then cold, outside the room. Bashshar had to get a small brazier in which he lit a fire and with plenty of green grass on top of the burning coals in it, I think he managed to get every last one of the current inhabitants out of our room. The room smelled like smoke for the next couple of days, even with the small window and the door wide open. But, at least we didn't get bitten again.

***

So, Bashshar had succeeded with one of the key elements of his plan. We had a place to stay and he had a job to provide for us. But, it was a lot harder to get the other element working. I did what I could, paying close attention to when a truck, or more rarely a car or a bus would enter the lay-by. When that happened I'd quickly rush to where I'd be in full view of the arriving people. Most saw me, some even said hello to me, fewer stroked my hair and absolutely no one asked me if I wanted to have sex with them.

Maybe it's because they can't see my bum. The tunic doesn't really give away anything of what's hidden underneath it.

I tried to casually pee a bit into the drainage system, making sure to lift the tunic way up to sit at my lower back so whomever wanted to see my pasty white bum wouldn't have any problems doing so. I did that so often a couple of days in a row that the cook worryingly asked Bashshar if I was sick.

"You got to stop pissing all the time," Bashshar told me, "At least find somewhere else to do it. The customers in the cafeteria don't like it."

"What can I do then? Nobody has asked me if I wanted to do anything with them. Except for one who just gave me this stupid toy car so he could watch me play with it. He told me I reminded him of his little son."

"I wondered where you got it from. And don't call it stupid, I've seen you play with it!"

"I… Okay, yes, I did. So what, it's a toy! I'm a kid. Those two kind of go hand in hand."

"I don't mind you acting like your real age, Søren. It's cute. Anyway, I'll do what I can to help you find someone. I think I know what to look for, something you clearly don't."

"Okay."

I didn't like not being able to tell if someone was interested or not but I didn't much like the boring life at the lay-by either. Sure, Bashshar was busy most of the day, only able to take a break shortly before lunch and then again before dinner time. Both times he'd eat with me, before hurrying back to help wait tables, wash dishes or prepare the food to be cooked. Often, the cook wanted him to do all three things at once.

At least he doesn't want to fuck me all night long now. He only has the energy to do it in the mornings.

But, I had nothing to do all day long, except for playing with the toy car that couldn't really keep me busy for long. That, and make a fool of myself trying to be as sexy for the men entering the cafeteria.

***

"Hey, Shaqir!" I heard Bashshar's voice call out.

Shaqir was my name now. It had been ever since Bashshar introduced me to the cook, and had to make up a name for me. Søren sounded too foreign and while I was really too pale skinned, not to mention blonde and blue-eyed to go for a local, Bashshar had told me some of the northernmost parts of the country had people who looked like me. And the meaning of my new name was a pretty good description of my appearance [Shaqir = blond, fair or in some cases, thankful].

I quickly picked up the toy car and ran to the backdoor to the cafeteria where Bashshar was waiting for me while smoking a cigarette.

"You really shouldn't be smoking. You know that!" I told him when I got close enough to talk without shouting.

"Who are you, my mum? I don't smoke inside, so why do you care?"

"It's a waste of money! It's a luxury we can't afford."

"Bah, it's only 35 coppers for a packet and I only ever smoke five a day."

"And you only make 50 coppers per day! We need one thousand gold. Gold! That's…" I had to stop to do the maths.

Fuck! 100 coppers to one silver and 100 silvers to one gold. So 1000 gold is uh… 100 hundred thousand, is that right? silvers, and then 100 thousand times 100 is…

"It's one million coppers!"

"Actually it's ten. And it would be that if the tickets were only 500 gold, they're not. They're 750. The war drove the prices up. I only found out today. So it's 15 million coppers. Which if I didn't smoke would mean just around 822 years of my busting my arse off for this idiot cook. I don't know how long you plan to stick around for, but 822 years is about 740 more than I plan to live. So, get off your high horse and let me fucking enjoy my five smokes per day okay?" Bashshar said without looking like he had to work hard to crunch the numbers.

822 years? I'd be like 831 years old then. No, almost 832 years! My birthday is next month!

"Anyway, I called for you because I found someone who wants you to entertain him tonight."

"Who? And how?"

"It doesn't matter. He paid me 45 gold. That's all he wanted to pay. Said if he had to, he'd just wait until tomorrow and get a boy in town. It would cost him less, but when he found out you are young and willing, he paid me. He's in room #14 and he wants you there at nine. Prompt. Ready for whatever, which I guess means you'll have to clean yourself really well. Don't forget your arse. Inside and out."

"But, how does he look, is he old? Does he want to do something weird to me? I haven't even seen him."

"Like I said. 822 years. Just go and spend the night with the man, okay? He didn't look too creepy and not too old either."

I sighed. Then nodded.

"It's in two hours, wait here and I'll give you something to eat. Just, clean your teeth after."

"Why?"

"Maybe he wants to kiss you. I don't know. You were the one who wanted us to spend money on a toothbrush remember? And that revolting strawberry flavoured toothpaste that tastes like anything but strawberries."

I didn't exactly enjoy brushing my teeth either, but I didn't want them to rot and fall out of my mouth.

Besides that toothpaste does taste pretty darn good!

***

I went to the unknown man's room just at the agreed time. I had done my best to look nice, even smoothened my rather long locks somewhat though one of them simply refused to stay flat to my head. It stuck out like a small antenna.

I should've asked Bashshar to cut my hair! I've been due for a haircut for two months now.

My heart was racing inside my chest, I could hear the blood pumping through the veins in my ears. It had been doing that ever since Bashshar had told me that this was the night I was to start bringing in the real cash. Even though I was nervous I was also excited. I'm not sure if it was because I thought we'd soon be on our way to Alishamadad or if it was because a man was going to touch my body.

No, he won't simply touch it. He'll do things to me! Things that'll make him feel good. Maybe he'll make me feel nice too. I only hope he won't want to hurt me. I hate pain. But I could live with pain. I've felt pain before and I'm still alive. Shit, I'm so nervous I'm about to piss myself. Good thing I tinkled just before I left to go here. Okay, let's get this over and done with, Søren. Knock on the door, that's it. Not too loud, only loud enough for the man to hear it, not his neighbours.

I suddenly wanted to run, to just go and see how far I could get to Alishamadad on my own. I had gotten quite far on my own before I met Bashshar. Well, if you can call making him crash his motorcycle into my small bicycle a meet. They had both been stolen and for much the same reasons. The door handle rattled as it was turned.

Smile, Søren. Oh, remember your name is Shaqir! You're the friendly boy whore who is here to give this man the time of his life.

***

The guy only opened the door a fraction of the way, then hurriedly opened it fully to allow me entry. He didn't wait for me to enter on my own, no he dragged me in and quickly but quietly closed the door behind me, then locked it and put the security chain on as well.

"Undress," he told me.

I looked at the man, he didn't look like he was 60, which was a bonus, nor was he fat. He was around the age of my father, which would make him 35. That's where all similarities stopped. This man was dark, almost black. While he wasn't fat, he wasn't lean either. He had the beginnings of a small potbelly, something I thought had to be due to sitting behind the wheel of a truck so much. I made all these observations as I quickly got the tunic up and over my head and placed it conveniently near the door.

"Turn around for me, all the way in a circle and slowly. We have all night and I'm not in a hurry to get to where I have to go tomorrow."

He didn't sound bossy or threatening at all, but I did what he told me to nevertheless. He had paid Bashshar money for me to do whatever he liked, and if he wanted me to dance like a ballerina I'd do that.

"Yeah, you do look as young as I thought you to be when I saw you out the window of the cafeteria. Your brother said you'd do everything I want. Is that true?"

"Yes, Mister," I didn't know what to call him. Mister seemed to be what he expected however.

"Okay. Stop. Hold it there. Move your feet a bit further apart and let your hands hang down by your sides. I've wanted to touch a boy everywhere for a long time. There's never been enough time with other boys and they were much older than you anyway. You still have your skin. So you can't be more than eight."

I didn't correct him. If he wanted to think I was eight, I'd be eight. If he had wanted me to be four, then I'd be… trying to at least act like a four year-old would. I just stood there, watching him as he circled around me like he was having a hard time to decide what to touch first.

"Why don't you touch my worm first, Mister?" I suggested.

"Don't worry, laddie. There won't be a single place on your body I haven't touched at least once by the time the sun rises tomorrow. Your worm will receive plenty of attention, but I think I'll start with your feet."

***

When he discovered I was quite ticklish he spent an awful long time making me giggle from his touches. I couldn't keep my voice down and when I had laughed out loud two times he told me to lie on the bed and cover my head with the pillow. That muted my laughs enough as to not disturb the neighbouring visitors but didn't stop him from assaulting my body with his tickling fingers and it made it much harder for me to fend for myself.

I was on the verge of tears when he finally decided I had enough and began massaging me instead. I must admit it took me some time to realize he wasn't trying to tickle me anymore and could allow myself to relax a little as he worked over my muscles.

"Boy, you're so tense. You need to fully relax and not fight my hands. Have you never gotten a massage before?"

I wasn't sure if I had. Well, I was sure I had never had one where the massager would firmly massage my bum hole with their thumb while they massaged my thigh. My mum had kind of massaged me when I was much smaller. She used to work baby oil into my skin after baths, though I'm quite sure she had never once tried to push any of her fingers into my bum.

And my mum never used this much force when she rubbed the oil in.

"Not like this, Mister."

"Do you like it?" He asked and squeezed harder.

"I, argh, that I don't like. Ow," I groaned.

"I can feel the tension in your muscles. It's like little knots that need to be undone. Only way to do that is by working over them with my hands and fingers, like this."

"Ow!"

"Yeah, this'll be sore for a little while, but then you'll appreciate it."

***

The man massaged me for another hour before he finally stopped. My sore muscles soon became the least of my worries when he asked me to massage and suck on his spear. He kept thrusting his pelvis back and forth and forced so much of his spear into my mouth that I gagged on it repeatedly. That only seemed to make it feel nicer to him as he kept pushing it back in right after I had just managed to stop myself from puking.

I'll have to adjust my prices. Sucking is so much harder than just taking it in the bum. I've never been close to barfing when someone pushed his spear in my bum. So from now on, I'll ask more to suck than to be fucked. I don't care, if they won't pay, then I won't suck.

He did fuck me in my bum, just as recklessly as he had fucked my mouth. The way he kept stabbing my poor backside hardly brought me any pleasure at all, and when it started to feel somewhat nice, he just moaned, pulled out his spear and spurted his slime on my back. Yes, it was his sperm, I know that, but the small pools of it felt like slime to me. After a quick dash outside to pee, I was back in his bed. He only wanted to sleep, which he almost instantly did. I found it much harder to fall asleep with him snoring loudly into my ear.

Fortunately when we woke up the next morning, the sun had already risen. I had to tell him the agreement had been until sunrise and not a second longer. If he wanted to have fun now, he had to pay more. He didn't like it, but I stood my ground. As he didn't have more money to spend on me, he kicked me out of his room.

***

Thus started my whoring days. It never got as wild as I had pictured it, like I had thought I'd be sucking off several men per night or being fucked every day. There were days between Bashshar told me he had a new client for me. And even then only a few asked me to spend the night in their rooms. Still, the large jar was slowly filling with gold pieces, though much slower than I had dared dream of.

"We have 812 gold now," I informed Bashshar when I had counted the many gold pieces twice. It was two months after we had arrived at the lay-by. I had turned ten by then, but without any celebrations at all. I had spent the evening of my birthday being smacked in the rear by a stocky guy who only wanted to do that to me. He didn't hit hard at all, though the sheer time he spent whacking my cheeks made them turn almost purple.

"More than halfway there, Søren! Way to go, little brother."

"I just don't get it. I've been paid 5 or 10 gold, even as much as 50 for doing something, but never 2. How can there be 812 pieces of gold, when it ought to be 810 or 815?"

"Are you sure you counted them correctly? There are so many and they're so small you may have gotten it wrong."

"Twice? No chance. Someone is sneaking in and stealing our money, Bashshar! Even if we've been hiding the jar under the floorboards, someone must have found it! But why didn't they just steal all of it instead of only three pieces?"

"Uh. Maybe they didn't want us to find out too soon."

"That doesn't make any sense! If you're going to make yourself a thief, why take such a huge risk and only steal a few coins? If it had been me, I would've taken all of it. Not that I'm a thief anymore."

"Okay, I may have lent a piece every now and then. I was going to return them!"

"You took from our bus money without asking me if I'd be alright with it? Bashshar! Why? How much did you take, if you know that at all and what did you spend it on?"

"I took 43 all in all."

"43? Damn! What did you spend it on?"

"Orange juice… And some vodka."

"You've been drinking? You spent 43 gold drinking? Why?"

"I felt lonely one night when you slept with one of the men. I had a drink with the cook and it made me feel better. From then on, every time you went for a sleepover, I had a drink. Well, more than one, I suppose."

Went for a sleepover…?

"Bashshar, I did more than just sleep with all those men. It was your plan, your idea. I didn't even want to do it in the first place."

"But now you do. I can see how excited you are when you go off to a room to meet a man. How you make sure it shows through your tunic. Yes, your little hard spear leads the way when you're practically dancing from here to the motel."

"Uh."

"Meanwhile I can hardly drag my sorry butt to bed because I've been working hard all day long. You… you just make money and a ton of it while doing nothing but spread apart your little buttocks!"

"That isn't all I have to do!" I shouted.

It made me angry that he said that. My bum had been discoloured for a week from the whacking it had been subjected to when I turned 10, and Bashshar knew it. He had bloody well not only seen it but also commented on it! I was almost ready to just take the 750 gold I needed for the trip to Alishamadad and leave Bashshar with the rest of it. But, I had become really fond of him by then. If I left, it would be like leaving my older brother behind.

I had to make a qualified decision, not one based on the anger I felt right then.

Wait for the next bus, then leave!

Bashshar is your brother, you can't just bail from him!

[Or you can go back to the previous choice]

Please make a decision. Do not scroll beyond this point.

4d

"No, I won't do it, Bashshar. There's way too many things that could go wrong. What if I got raped or killed?" I said.

"I'm sure nobody would want to do that. Not kill you anyway. Maybe they'd want to fuck you hard, but you'd be able to live with that wouldn't you? If you knew it would help us out, you'd do pretty much anything, right? I know I would, if I had to do it."

"Fine, then you can get fucked and I'll work at the cafeteria. I won't do it!"

"Okay. How do you suggest we get to Alishamadad then?"

"Keep on walking. It would take us a long time to make the money for the tickets anyway. We wouldn't get there any sooner than we can by walking."

"Walking?" Bashshar laughed at me, "Søren, we can't walk all the way there. There's nothing between here and there, only the road. There isn't any water to be found along the way, not to mention food."

"We can hitchhike then. There must be trucks going there. Someone has to be kind enough to offer us a ride?"

"You expect truckers who ferry goods for the LAoV to be kind to anyone? You're a white kid, Søren, if you should've forgotten. They'd rather see you dead than invite you into the cab of their truck."

"Yet they wouldn't have any problems fucking my white arse and pay for it?"

"That's something completely different."

"I think you only want me to get fucked a lot."

"If that's what it takes to get me to Alishamadad, then yes. Us, I mean."

"I don't think so. You can take a job at the cafeteria if you like, but I'm going to find a ride. I'm not letting a lot of strange men use me just so you get to go to Alishamadad."

***

Bashshar kept walking at the same pace he had up until then and I let myself fall behind. My feet were sore and I was hungry. I'm fairly sure if I had been out walking with my parents and Lise I would have just sat down right there, refusing to walk as much as one more step before eating something. I couldn't do that now, Bashshar sure didn't seem willing to carry me and I knew he didn't have any food.

I need to find something to eat first, then I can look for truckers heading towards Alishamadad. I'd even let someone use my body if he'd take me there. I'm just not letting a lot of men fuck me. My bum is private! It's mine and I decide who gets to use it and who won't. And Bashshar, he just put himself on the list of people who aren't going to fuck me!

He went to the cafeteria immediately and I looked at the few trucks parked at the lay-by. There were only three, even if there was room for twenty if not thirty at the large parking lot. It was however mid-morning and I figured it would get much busier in the evening. Food was still a priority and the aromas I could smell from the cafeteria drove me closer to it. Bashshar was inside, I could see him washing a pile of dishes that seemed mountainous in size. I knocked on the window next to where he was.

"I can't talk now, Søren. I have to clean all these dishes before I can stop for the day," he told me after he opened the window just a bit.

"I'm hungry," I whined.

"Well, I don't have any food now. Come back in an hour or so, that's when I can take a short break. I'll give you some then."

"Okay."

I can wait for an hour, even though I am so hungry I could eat a raw cow whole if you just put a little sauce on it.

***

I didn't move very far from the kitchen entrance, I wanted to make sure Bashshar saw me every time he looked up from what he was doing. Finally, he stopped the endless washing of dishes and I saw the cook hand him a plate full of what could only be food. By the time Bashshar stepped out of the door I was already standing next to it, drooling in preparedness for eating.

"Hi, Søren."

"Hi," I responded far more interested in what was on the plate than talking.

If you want to talk, we can talk after we've eaten.

"So, did you find a trucker to take you to Alishamadad yet?"

"No, but they probably won't be here until tonight anyway."

Stop talking. Give me some of that food. Can't you see I'm hungry?

"That's sad. What are you going to do until then? What will you eat?"

"Some of that," I said and pointed at the plate.

"Ah, what will you pay me for some of this delicious food?"

"What?"

"Well, the way I see it is I worked for two hours washing dishes for this food while you sat around doing nothing."

"I told you the truckers won't be here until tonight."

"And?"

"And then I won't… Bashshar, I can't pay you. I got no money."

"That's really too bad. Oh well, there's no reason for all of this food to go to waste. I better eat it before it gets cold."

"You'll eat all of it?"

"Sure, I'll need it to maintain my strength. I won't be sitting around with my thumb up my arse like a certain boy has been doing so far."

"I didn't sit with my thumb up my bum!"

Bashshar shook his head at me.

"Not literally, idiot. It means you didn't do anything."

"Oh."

"Yes. Well, the way I see it I worked hard for this food and if you want some of it, you have to give me something for it."

"What do you want? I don't have no money, I already told you that."

"I know. You do have a tight hole however. A tight and hot hole that is a perfect fit for my dick. If you let me stick my dick in your hole, I'll let you have half of this food."

I checked what was on the plate. I wondered if that was what the cook served his customers, if it was, he couldn't have many of them returning to eat another meal at his cafeteria. Still, I was hungry. And it wasn't like Bashshar hadn't put his spear in my bum before. I had told myself I wasn't going to let him do it again but that was when I had thought it would be easy to get a lift out of the lay-by.

"Okay."

"Let's go find a private spot. One where we won't disturb anyone."

"Can't we eat first? The food's going to get cold."

"Oh, it is cold already. Let's go. That way a bit, just keep walking until we get a good two hundred metres away. I'll really pound your arse hard this time and I don't want everyone to listen in on it."

***

"This ought to be good enough," I heard Bashshar say from behind me.

We had walked farther than 200 metres, closer to 300 metres as there hadn't been any places where Bashshar thought we'd be out of sight from the lay-by until then. It was far enough out of the way to insure we wouldn't be disturbed in the middle of the act.

"Take off your tunic and put it on the ground then lie on top of it. On your back, I want to see your face when I rape your little arse."

"Why are you so mean to me all of a sudden?"

"You need to learn that you can't have everything you point your finger at without somehow paying for it. You want half of my food, I want to rape you. If you want a place to sleep tonight, I'll let you sleep with me. And I'll rape you for that too. Every time you want something from me, you know the cost."

"You'll rape me?"

"Yes, just like now."

"Why? Why can't you just do it like this morning, all slow and uh… nice?"

"That was when I thought we were a team. Now, that I know we're not, I'm done with being Mr. nice guy. You obviously need some proper motivation."

"Please, Bashshar!"

"You can beg all you want, it won't make me fuck you any slower. Get down on the ground now or I'll spank you until you do. The longer you keep me waiting the harder and longer I'll fuck you."

***

My bum hole hurt when Bashshar finally finished with me. He let me eat as much of the food as I wanted, which wasn't all that much really, then ate the rest of it. He left me sitting there on my tunic and went back to work in the kitchen.

I can't let him do that again. It hurts so bad back there.

I stayed behind that boulder for the longest time, not emerging from it until my tears had dried up. I hated when people could tell I had been crying and from the way my eyes felt I knew they had to be red. At least, the tunic looked alright after I shook it to get rid of the dry moss and grass that had gotten onto it.

As I limped back to the lay-by, I made sure to stay out of view from the windows of the cafeteria's kitchen. I didn't want Bashshar to be able to see me while I painstakingly slow walked to the area where the trucks would park overnight.

A trucker won't be able to hurt me more than Bashshar just did. No matter what a trucker might want to do to me, I'll agree as long as he will let me travel with him. I don't care if the truck is only going part of the way to Alishamadad, long as I get to be on it.

Plenty of trucks arrived during the late afternoon and early evening, but none of the truck drivers were leaving towards Alishamadad. There were trucks pulling out, however all of them went in the wrong direction. Although I was hungry and it got quite cold when the sun set, I didn't look for Bashshar. The price he demanded I'd pay for something to eat and a warm place to sleep was simply way too high for me. If he would have had access to transportation out of the lay-by, it would've been a completely different matter.

***

With a desperate longing for somewhere warm to sleep and just a little food to eat I soldiered on through the night. I didn't allow myself any sleep at all, afraid to miss even a single one of the drivers heading for Alishamadad. When the sun rose, I was standing ready at the small path leading from the cheap motel and cafeteria to the parked trucks. Anyone who had spent the night would have to walk that way and I was ready to pounce on them like a small predator awaiting his prey.

The pathway was about 25 metres long and I carefully worked out how long it would take for someone to walk that distance. It was all the time I had to convince anyone to bring me along to Alishamadad.

It doesn't take more than like ten seconds. What can I say in under ten seconds that would let a man ready for the long haul to Alishamadad take a little scruffy-looking kid with him? "Please sir, can you help me?" Nah, I got to make it sound like I'm doing him a favour, not the other way. "Hello sir, would you be interested in a travel companion who'd do anything to make your time on the road pass by so much quicker?" That sounds so cheesy, but better than asking for help.

I had enough time to wash myself under the water from an outside faucet. The cold water made my teeth clatter, but at least I was somewhat clean and much more presentable than before.

"Sir!" I nearly shouted when I saw the first man begin his short journey towards his truck, "Would you like a travel companion to make your journey so much nicer and quicker?"

"No!" He said and picked up his pace.

Damn! I have to make it harder for them to reject my offer.

"Sir, I see you're headed to Alishamadad. If you bring me along on the journey, I'll do everything I can to make your journey nothing but a sweet memory of delight."

"Get lost kid, I'm not interested."

At least he didn't just say no. I must be on to something here.

Five men declined my offer, though at least one of them seemed to actually consider it. The amount of trucks on the parking lot were dwindling in numbers, putting more pressure on me and caused me to double my efforts.

"Sir, take me with you in your big fancy truck and I'll make your journey to Alishamadad one you'll always remember with fondness. I'll do anything to make this a very happy day of your life," I said in my sweetest, little boy voice.

The man suddenly stopped walking and since I was following him so closely I walked right into him.

"Sorry, sir. I didn't mean to do that. Please, I'm really serious about this. I'll do anything you ask of me if only I can travel with you to somewhere near Alishamadad. I'm not asking you to take me all the way inside the city, just close to it. If you don't like me, you can just tell me to get out of the truck, I don't care if it's in the middle of nowhere."

"Can you sing?" the driver asked me.

"Sing?" I thought it was such a strange thing for him to ask me that I had to pause to think, "uh, yes! Yes I can sing,"

"Good, my radio is broken. It gets quite boring only listening to the rumble of the diesel engine."

"I'll sing for the entire trip if you want me to."

"I hope not, your voice would go hoarse after about an hour, I think. Just a couple of songs now and then is what I want. Maybe we can come up with something else to do while you rest your voice. We have about 8 hours on the road ahead of us."

***

"Kid, I do admire your boyish gusto, but I must say you'll never win any song contests if the judges aren't all deaf. You sing quite badly out of tune."

I had only been singing two songs so far and we hadn't been driving for more than ten minutes.

"Sir, I can sing better than this, I was only getting my voice warmed up," I said. I could easily hear how my voice squeaked, though.

"No, that's quite alright. You look rather tired. Why don't you take a nap and then in a few hours we can think of something else, okay?"

"Is that fine with you? I am a little tired."

"By all means, get some shut-eye. I'll just keep on trucking."

I made myself as comfortable as I could on the seat with the seatbelt on, but the seat wasn't made for anyone my size and the belt cut into my neck no matter how I tried to position myself.

"Just lay down on both seats. Put your head over here and tuck your feet up near the door," the driver suggested.

One of the many rules I had to live by in the first nine years of my life was never to ride in a car without wearing a seatbelt. I had broken or at least bent most of the rules already and this one didn't seem so important. I had already broken the rules of not talking to strangers, never allow anyone to touch my worm, never get into a vehicle with anyone my parents didn't know and quite a lot more that I didn't remember at the time.

So undoing the seatbelt and carefully spread out over the dual passenger seats in the cab didn't faze me too much. Besides, with my feet touching the passenger door, the tunic still offered some protection of my privacy. Had I been lying with my head near the passenger door, the driver would've had ample opportunity to lift up the dress-like tunic and have a good look at what my body was like. Instead, he only caressed my head as I let myself be taken to the land of dreams by the gentle swaying of the truck cab.

***

"Kid? Kid! Wake up, boy!" I heard a voice interfere with my dream.

"Huh? What?" I mumbled halfway asleep.

"You were fidgeting and moaning loudly. Were you having a bad dream?" The driver asked me.

He was still driving the large truck and alternated between looking out the windscreen at the road and down at me. He spent most of the time looking worriedly at me however.

"I don't know," I said honestly.

I couldn't remember most of my dreams once I woke from them, this one was no different. I felt secure though as the driver had started petting my head again. His gentle touches were so nice I didn't feel like sitting back up on the seat and chose to stay put.

"So, who are you running away from?" He asked me.

"I didn't run off. I'm on my way back to my family."

"And where are they?"

"I don't want to talk about them, please."

"I understand. It must be tough being you right now."

"I'll survive. I have so far," I said and sighed.

Why can't he just keep stroking my hair like that and not talk? It's quite nice and relaxing.

"How long did I sleep?"

"Almost two hours. Feeling better?"

I yawned and stretched out as best as I could, taking care not to disturb the man driving the truck.

"Yeah, thanks."

"You're welcome. I remember you told me you'd make this a very pleasurable day for me, before I asked if you could sing. Seeing as you clearly can't sing, what exactly did you have in mind then?"

I gulped and looked up to see the man look back down at me. He looked me directly in my eyes. I broke eye contact first.

"Whatever you want," I said quietly.

"Come again? I can't hear you over the wind noise."

"Whatever you want me to do," I repeated a bit louder.

"I hope you suck better than you sing. Scoot up closer and lay on your front. There should be plenty of room for you between the steering wheel and my lap."

I knew I had to do something to pay for my trip and if all the friendly man wanted me to do was suck him off then I figured I'd gotten the better part of the deal. He was about the same age as my father but I didn't think of it like I might as well be sucking my old man. That would've been too weird and I probably wouldn't have been able to carry on if I had.

He helped me somewhat by undoing his jeans and moving his butt off the seat so I could tug them down a little. He wasn't wearing any underwear and as he sat back down he made sure to sit as far back as he could and even reclined the backrest of the seat. Though it didn't move much every little bit helped I guess. His dick was almost hiding in the thick forest of black pubic hair and it took a while for me to move the hair out of the way so it wouldn't get into my mouth while I'd suck on him.

I did that by holding onto the semi-hard dick with one hand and used the fingers of my other hand to gently move the offending hairs away from the rather quickly inflating dick. Without pausing to smell his dick I just opened my mouth wide and moved my head downwards so I could suck in the large and firm meaty spear. It wasn't as long as Bashshar's, which would've made my job much tougher, it was about 6" long, still plenty long for me to choke on if I wasn't careful.

"Orrr," the man groaned as I took more of his dick into my mouth.

I could feel the truck swerve a bit as he struggled to keep it going straight on the road. It was apparent he wasn't used to having a small human vacuum cleaner attached to his dick while driving close to 80 km/h.

He better not run us off the road.

The thought had only just entered my mind when I could feel the truck decelerate and heard the engine brake engage.

"Kid, let me pull over. I can't drive while you suck me. It's too much for me to handle both at the same time."

I let go of his dick and tried to sit up but he put his hand on my neck and told me to stay where I was. I had wanted to see where we were, if it was somewhere private.

"Keep sucking it. You're far better at that than singing anyway."

His words didn't hurt me, I knew I wasn't exactly the best singer in the world, besides his dick was clean. The only thing that bothered me was the amount of long curly black hairs he had. When the truck came to a complete stop, he engaged the parking brake and turned in his seat to face me.

"Now you can suck it properly," he told me and leaned over my prone body. The next thing that happened was he pulled at my tunic and I could feel the hem of it glide up my legs, thighs and finally my bottom. He had to pull harder then as my knees held the front of my tunic trapped underneath them. It didn't take him long to bare my bum completely, which was clearly his goal as he let go of my tunic.

"You have a lovely arse, kid. Plum, pale and lean… Tight too. You take it in the arse? Orrrr, yeah, I think you do. Shit… Kid! Stop sucking, you're making me cum too soon… Fuck it! Well, we still have a lot of road left. Before we reach Alishamadad, I will have cum inside your tight hole. Rest assured."

***

I had to clean his dick off using only my tongue and lips before he put the truck in gear and we got on our way again.

"Keep it in your mouth, don't try to make it excited again. Just nurse it," he told me.

It made me a bit carsick, not being able to look out the windows but I sucked on his flaccid dick like it was an oversized pacifier. It took quite a long time before it inflated and he once again pulled over. He pushed the steering wheel away from him and told me to sit on his dick and ride it. At least this time I got something out of it too as I managed to ride myself to a fairly nice dry cum before he finally took over and grabbed me by the hips.

"I wasn't wrong about your arse, boy. It's made for being fucked! Hang on now, this will get bumpy."

With a ball of tissue paper in my bum acting like a cork so I wouldn't make a mess on the upholstery, we continued towards Alishamadad. He pulled over about 30 km from the city limits and handed me a few gold coins.

"Here, that should be enough for you to get on the bus the rest of the way into the city. I'm headed to the industrial park you can see just over there," he told me and pointed to the south.

I watched the truck as it and its friendly driver drove away from me.

A suck and a fuck to get this far, that's not a bad deal really. It didn't even hurt like when Bashshar raped me.

The paper inside my bum was getting on my nerves though and I quickly dealt with that by squatting in the ditch next to the road. That also did away with the liquid inside my bum. I was wiping myself when I saw an old beat up bus approach and I had to cut the wiping short so I could flag down the bus before it passed me.

The Gold I had gotten from the driver whose name I didn't even know, wasn't exactly enough for paying my fare but the chauffeur took pity on me.

"Sit all the way at the back," he told me and accelerated so quickly I was nearly propelled all the way to the end of the bus.

Safely sitting on the very last seat of the bus I looked out at the scenery as we entered Alishamadad.

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The smells from the cafeteria were ever present even when I didn't go near it. The motel with it's about 20 rooms or so were closer to me and I needed clothes as much as I needed food.

It won't take me long to check all the doors to see which ones haven't been locked and maybe there's a chance to find something to wear in one of them. Even if it's just a bedspread, I'll wear it, anything is better than being bare naked.

The motel rooms placed in two separate buildings, one with rooms 1 through 10 and the other 11 through 21. The first building also had a small reception, one I certainly didn't want to go anywhere near as light shined out of the windows from it. It was still very early morning, about 5 or so and I doubted many kids my age would be out and about at that time. If there were any, they probably wouldn't be running around starkers trying to break into a motel room in search of clothing. If I was spotted by the person in the reception, I would have a hard time explaining myself to them.

I'll start by number 21 and work my way down. You always find what you're looking for in the last place you look anyway.

My kid logics were absolutely correct, but it didn't occur to me that it didn't matter which room I started with, the last room I'd check would still be the last room whether it was called number 1 or number 21. But, number 21 just so happened to be located farthest from the reception. I snuck my way up on the narrow porch stretching all along the front of the building. It was risky as there was a wooden railing at the open side of the porch and it was about 1 metre high. If someone was to leave their room, I'd have to jump over that railing before I'd be able to hide from them.

The doors to room 21, 20, 19 and 18 were all locked. Well, number 19 wasn't locked but its occupant had put the security chain in place, so I considered it locked. Door number 17 opened when I turned the doorknob and quickly, ever so silently, I slipped inside and closed the door behind me. It took some time before my eyes got used to the darkness of the room during which I didn't dare to move at all.

What I saw was only an empty room with an equally empty mattress laying on the frame of the bed. I checked the small closet, just in case someone might have forgotten a piece of clothing.

Not even so much as a pair of knickers! Though, I don't think I would've put them on if I found any. Getting caught wearing woman's underwear would be worse than being caught wearing nothing at all.

Speaking of getting caught, I nearly was when I wanted to leave room #17 to try my luck with the remaining rooms. I had almost closed the door when I heard the quiet click of a door being unlocked and saw the flood of light from the door opening as the door was opened. Immediately I ducked back into the room I had just vacated and almost slammed the door shut behind me. At the very last second I managed to slow the door so it didn't make too much noise as it shut. I heard the heavy footsteps of whomever had been inside number 16 as they walked on the porch away from me.

That was too fucking close! I was nearly caught there.

When my heart rate finally seemed like normal again, I slipped out the door and just because I was passing it anyway, I tried door 16, even though I knew whomever had spent the night had already left the room. The door opened and there on the bed I could see a canvas carryall.

I was shifting through the contents of the bag when I heard the door open behind me.

"Well, well, well. And who might you be?" I heard from behind and I slowly turned around like a deer caught in the light from an oncoming car.

***

"Mister, I know what it looks like, but it isn't like that at all," I said quickly as I guarded my worm behind my hands.

"So, you're not looking through my bag trying to find something to steal then? You're really housekeeping just wanting to make my bed and put a small piece of chocolate on my pillow?"

The man chuckled at his own joke, shut and locked the door, effectively barring the only exit. To drive his point home, he slid the security chain in place too. I was going nowhere, not until he decided to let me go.

"Ah, no, I'm not housekeeping," I said blushing.

"Then you are a thief. Not a very successful one either. Caught red-handed in the middle of the vile act. What's with the whole nude thing? Are you a naturist or something? I thought all of that went out of fashion years ago."

"Naturist?" I wondered out loud, "I don't know what you mean. I lost all of my clothes."

"I've heard of boys losing the darndest of things, but all of their clothes? That seems highly unlikely or at least very unfortunate."

"They got burnt," I explained.

I wasn't about to tell him how exactly they were burnt, it wasn't like I owed him a longer explanation, he wasn't my father. Besides, he hadn't explained what a naturist was either. I wondered if it was someone who enjoyed nature, if so I certainly wasn't. I'd rather spend the rest of my life inside playing computer games than take another step outside naked.

"Really? Well, once I've finished with you, your rear end will be on fire too. I can't just let you go, you do agree with that, don't you?"

"Mister, I didn't take anything!"

"No, but you probably would have, if I hadn't forgotten my shaving kit. Anyway, you intended to steal and that isn't acceptable! I'd tell your father, but I'm afraid it's his lack of parenting that made you think stealing is okay in the first place."

"My father taught me not to steal!" I sobbed.

"Apparently his teaching didn't stick. I hope mine will, it'll hopefully keep you out of jail when you get older," the man said as he approached me far too quickly.

I didn't have anywhere to run to except up on the bed, which is what I tried and nearly managed to do when I felt him grab hold of my ankle. With hardly any effort at all, he sat down on the bed and placed me in the position that any boy who has found himself in, will tell you is so humiliating. Face down across the lap of an adult, ready to be spanked. Immediately my hands by instinct tried to defend my upturned rump while I wriggled like a worm trying to move off his lap.

"That's quite enough of that," he said and grabbed both of my wrists in one of his hands and moved them out of the way.

"Aiieee!" I screamed, hoping it would prevent him from what he was about to do.

"Keep quiet. You're going to wake the entire motel with your screaming."

That's exactly why I'm screaming, you idiot!

"Heeeeeelp!"

"Right, if you won't shut up, I'll have to do it for you."

He put a rolled up pair of socks in my mouth. It made further screaming impossible, but I still objected the best I could even though my cries now probably couldn't be heard from outside the room.

"Now, boy, my lesson starts. Good thing I packed my slippers as this is going to be a very long and hard lesson."

***

The thuds of a rubber sole colliding with my bum cheeks intermixed with my muted cries, and like he had said it seemed like an eternity before he finally stopped thrashing me. He kept his word about my bum being on fire as well. It really did feel like it burned and I couldn't rub the pain out of my cheeks even if I tried.

"I'm sorreeeeeee," I cried while holding on to his lower leg after he had let go of my arms. The first thing I had done was to rub my sore buttocks and when that didn't help, I had dug out the socks that had done their best to suffocate me.

"I bet you are, mostly because I happened to catch you I reckon. Go stand in the corner over there, mash your nose right into the corner and hands on your head. My lesson is far from over. Once your buttocks have cooled off a little, we shall continue."

"My legs will fall off if you hit my bum again," I sobbed.

"I don't think they will. Now, up you go," he said and slapped my right buttock with his hand. Even if he didn't hit me very hard it still reignited the burning flames inside it.

"Ow!"

***

"So, Søren. What the hell are you doing all the way out here anyway?" He asked me after the second, and the third part of his lesson had finished. A lesson I hoped would never have to be repeated ever again, I certainly would think twice before I decided to steal anything again.

I told him some of what had happened to me, not all of it, as I feared he'd want to teach me other lessons if I told him everything I had done in the past.

"Well, I can see why you wanted to find something to wear, but it still doesn't make it okay to steal from others. I hope you've learned your lesson now."

"I have," I said solemnly.

"I can't just leave you here. You'd likely be stuck for a great deal of time and get yourself into more trouble. If you promise to behave yourself, I'll take you to Alishamadad. That's the closest city and I'll even buy you some new clothes. I wish I could help you get all the way back to your family, but I'm at my wits end here. I can't let you come with me, not even for a time as my job involves travelling all the time and sleeping in places such as this."

"What do you do for a living? When you're not bullying defenceless kids?"

"I didn't bully you, I taught you a lesson. One I'll happily teach you again. As the Lord says, spare thy rod, spoil the child. I'm a missionary, trying to spread the word to people who seemingly don't want to listen."

"Ack, religion!" I spat the word out, "I hate that. My mum forced me to listen to all the crap about the 12 Gods. I don't believe any of it."

"Oh, so you're a follower of the Northern mythology [Not the Norse Mythology known to us, but rather similiar in its beliefs]? I'm well-versed in that too."

"I'm not a follower of anything. My mum made me sit and listen to all the tales. Okay, some of them were actually interesting, but totally unrealistic. No, I don't believe in anything I can't see."

"Well, hopefully one day you'll start believing in something, no matter what it might be. Sometimes life is easier to live if you have someone you can pray to and seek guidance from."

"Nah. I'll be fine, I've survived a lot already and I didn't pray to anyone along the way," I said.

I did pray some, but I didn't expect it to solve any of my problems so it can't classify as truly believing. Can it?

"One day maybe you will want to. You won't ever have to tell a living soul about it, just do it. Praying is private, it's between you and God, or Gods. Whatever floats your boat, Søren. Are you hungry? I'm about ready for breakfast myself."

"Very hungry."

"I don't think it would be wise if you'd enter the cafeteria looking like this. I'll ask the cook to pack some food for me and we can eat as we drive. Is that okay with you?"

"It sure is. But, I can't pay you for the food."

"Don't worry about that, my religion also bids me to help those less fortunate than myself and if anyone is less fortunate than me right now, it has to be you."

"Thanks, Mister… Sir Father?" I wasn't sure how to properly address a missionary.

"Why don't you call me Greg? Titles are for those who feel insecure and need something to hide behind."

Say that to my father. I doubt he'd only spank your bum if you did!

You may wonder why I didn't simply run away from Greg, the missionary. He had made my bum hurt so much I found it difficult to sit on the soft bed, but his promise of buying something to eat and give me a ride to a city made me forgive him. I had committed a crime, well, at least tried to and while I thought his lesson was quite harsh, I figured he had the right to teach me. It was his stuff I had shifted through, searching for something to wear.

If I had anything anyone would want to steal and I found them trying to steal it, I'd be pretty pissed off too. I'd want to smack their bum until they begged for me to stop too. And then give them a few more whacks just for good measure.

***

When I got back on the road again, I was sitting on the passenger seat of a brown minivan. It looked like a giant turd, but the heater system worked and the V8 engine seemed to downright purr when Greg put his foot down and fed it some gas.

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I had to circle around the motel to get to the cafeteria and it took a bit longer than I had expected it to. About half an hour to move all of probably 100 metres. I had to continuously duck into cover as more and more people seemed to wake up and go to the small toilet building or enter the cafeteria to have breakfast. Something I couldn't wait to have either. Whereas the men, as that was all I saw, entered the cafeteria via the front entrance, I went around to the back. Where the kitchen was and where all the nice smells originated from.

I could see one person in the kitchen, he seemed to be very busy taking orders from men in the eating area and preparing food on the large stove in the kitchen. I kept my eyes on the cook, followed his every move and waited for exactly the right moment. The only problem with waiting was the darkness of the night was quite quickly being replaced with the brightness from the rising sun.

If I don't make a move soon, it'll be too easy to see me when I retreat, hopefully with my arms full of tasty food.

The cook went out of sight carrying a large plate full of food. There were sausages on it, scrambled egg and things I couldn't identify from where I was hiding, but I would've gladly eaten all of it and asked for seconds.

This is it! Go directly to the stove and then check out the counter over there. It looks like it's sandwich bread or something like that laying there.

I ever so carefully opened the door into the kitchen and could feel the warmth embrace my naked body. After a long walk through the cold night it felt like entering a piece of heaven. I certainly believed it to be as I could smell the scents of food so much easier now that I was inside the kitchen. I ran the few paces to the stove with its single heat plate and saw a link of sausages on it along with plenty of eggs, both scrambled and fried. Only problem was the stove was quite high and I was quite short. If I was to reach for the sausages or the eggs I'd have to let my arms touch the hot plate.

I wasted precious time on moving a chair over in front of the stove only to realize I couldn't very well pick up the hot food with my bare hands. One quick attempt to pick up the nearest sausage burnt my fingertips.

Ow! What to do? Grab a plate? They're all the way over there, it'll take much too long. Ah, if I take the sandwich bread I can use that as a kind of plate. I don't have time to toast it, but this is not the time to be picky.

I grabbed the entire bag of sandwich bread and took it to the stove. It had a conveniently placed table top next to it and I put the bag there. Four pieces of bread was what I managed to dig out of the bag and that was enough to prepare two sandwiches with one fried egg in each of them. I carefully lifted one of the sausages up on one of the sandwiches and put the other sandwich on top of that. This way I could carry the hot sausage without burning my fingers.

I can easily carry that in one hand. I can make two more sandwiches, there's plenty of bread and there are exactly two fried eggs left on the hot plate.

"What the fuck are you doing in my kitchen you son of a whore?" I heard a loud booming voice from the door connecting the eating area to the kitchen.

Two sandwiches and a sausage is more than enough food for a nine year-old's breakfast. Time to leave and quickly too!

I nearly lost my footing when I jumped off the chair but somehow managed to both hold onto my loot and get to the door leading to freedom.

"Stop, you little thief! That's my food and you're not leaving until you've paid for it! One way or another, you will pay for it."

I'll mail you a couple of gold when I'm back home safe and sound. I'm not staying to find out what you'll do to me!

I almost tore the door off its hinges as I crashed through it and ran down the two wooden steps to the solid ground underneath. I couldn't follow the same route back, it would've taken me right past the two buildings with the motel rooms and I could see a couple of gruff looking men standing there. Worse still, they were watching me as the cook came running out the door shouting for me to stop.

"If you ever return here, I'll fucking kill you, you little bastard!" The cook shouted as he finally stopped trying to catch me. His floppy belly made him much slower than me, even if I was a great deal shorter than him.

Ha! I've got food! And I'm safe! Oh, fuck. Maybe not entirely safe yet.

The two men from the motel had decided to join the chase just as I thought it was over. They were still some ways behind me but they weren't as fat as the cook and they quickly closed in on me. I ran towards the parking lot, not expecting to make it all the way there but not prepared to give up just yet. I still had one sandwich in each of my hands, unfortunately I had lost the sausage when I moved one of the sandwiches to my other hand to be able to run faster.

I entered the parking lot and ducked under the first trailer then another. I looked back over my shoulder to see if the men were still after me and just how close they were when I ran straight into an object that didn't budge. It knocked me on my bum and with a spinning head I stared right into the side of a brown minivan. Back on my feet I frantically tore open the sliding rear door and quickly slid it shut behind me before hiding in the deep footwell.

"Where did he go?" I heard a voice right outside the car ask.

"I don't know. He practically disappeared from the face of the planet. Look over there, he can't have gotten too far away from us. I'll check this side."

The rear windows in the minivan were blacked out, making it almost impossible to see through from the outside, however I could see the men as they walked away from the minivan. Now safe, at least for a time, I decided to reap the fruits of my success and tore into the first sandwich I had made on my own. I only managed to swallow the first bite when suddenly the minivan squeaked twice. I froze, wondering if I had somehow set off the car alarm by getting into the vehicle.

Why didn't it start beeping immediately when I opened the door then?

"That's odd. Hmm, I must've forgotten to lock the car last night. Well, at least it's still here and the stereo is still in place," a voice I hadn't heard before said from outside.

I heard the driver's door open and felt the slight sway of the minivan as the owner got in and shut the door. He started the engine and took off with me doing my best to hide from him. That worked for about ten minutes.

"That's odd, it smells like eggs in here. Fried eggs. I didn't have eggs for breakfast today. I hope it isn't the bloody coolant system going bad again, it cost so much to have it fixed the last time."

Keep thinking it's the coolant, it certainly isn't the eggs in my sandwiches you can smell. If only I could eat them, but it would probably make far too much noise.

We drove on for another half an hour then the driver reached back between the two seats as if he was searching for something.

Shit, he's thirsty. He wants one of the bottles of water. They're not over there, they're right here, in front of my face!

I'm not sure what he thought he was touching at first, when his fingertips braced my bum cheek. But he quickly slid them up over the curvature of it and then into the valley between my two buttocks. That's when I clinched them tight together, afraid he'd push his fingers into the small opening down there.

"What in the Lord's name is this?" I heard him say, then, "What are you doing in my car?"

I looked up to see him looking at me. I shrugged my shoulders pitifully.

He pulled over almost instantly after that.

***

"It's you! The one who went into the kitchen and stole food from right under the cook's nose. I heard people talk about it when I left for my car. And now you've made me an accessory to your crime. I should promptly return you so the cook can deal with you and clear my name."

"Please, Mister. I only went in there to get a little food. I was so hungry. I didn't know what else to do," I pleaded and tried to explain my actions.

"Being hungry isn't an excuse to take what isn't yours. Well, I can't take you back, they're pretty fed up with me already and you'll surely be abused in the worst ways possible. No, I'll just have to punish you myself!"

He had all the advantages, we were in the middle of nowhere and I was inside his minivan. Still, I tried to get away but the door that had so willingly let me enter the minivan wouldn't obey my command to open from the inside.

"Childproof doors, my boy. They only open from the outside. Just stay where you are, you'll soon enough get outside."

The man exited the minivan and before I could climb over the front seats he opened the sliding door. With a firm grip of my wrist he dragged me out of the minivan.

"Now, where to sit?" He mumbled seemingly to himself, "Oh well, if I can't sit, I'll have to come up with another way."

That other way was him standing outside the car with one foot on the doorsill and me laying over his now horizontal thigh. I felt like I was going to slide to the ground all through the punishment, but it didn't stop him from pounding his hand against my upturned bum. He made every single of his smacks count and only stopped after a very long time had passed.

"There, I think you've learnt your lesson now. Don't… Ever… Steal… Again!" he said loudly and gave me another smack for every one of his words.

"Ow, aiee, aiie, OW!" I howled.

That last smack really hurt!

***

The man didn't leave me standing with a very red and sore bum on the side of the road, he invited me to sit on the front passenger seat so we could more easily talk to each other.

"It wouldn't be right if I just left you back there. Yes, you committed a crime, but I'd commit an even greater one by abandoning you. That just wouldn't be right in the eyes of our Lord."

Oh no, not another religious person.

I rolled my eyes at him. Maybe it wasn't the proper thing to do, not after he had so severely chastised my bum, but I just couldn't help myself.

He didn't seem to be bothered by my show of contempt, he just carried on.

"You see, I'm a missionary on an important mission of spreading the word about the one true religion."

"I've heard other people say the same about other stuff. There is no such thing as the true religion. Religion is just an excuse to go to war."

"Ah! See, that's where you're wrong young man. What's your name? Mine is Greg."

"Søren."

"Right, Søren. There are differences but we're not all…" I heard him say then managed to stop listening to him.

It was far more important to get to the two sandwiches I had stolen, yet paid so dearly for. I was hungry and my sore bum didn't change that fact.

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I took a very deep breath and slowly let the air back out.

"Bashshar, I know you work hard in the kitchen and all, but what I do isn't so much easier. Yes, I make my spear hard before I go out of our room when I have to go see someone. I do that because they expect it to be throbbing. It doesn't get stiff because I'm excited to be with an old man who only wants to fuck me. I have to tug on it so much it nearly hurts. And when it's finally hard, I have to almost run to his room so it'll still be hard when he opens the door."

Bashshar only hummed at me in acknowledgement of hearing what I had told him. Which didn't make what I had to do any easier. I wanted to throw punches at him, to kick him hard until he'd start crying from fear. Instead I hugged him close and smothered his cheek and ear with small kisses. It took quite some time but finally he responded to my advances and turned his head so I could kiss him on his lips. Now, things happened quickly, his tongue soon found its way deep into my mouth and he started panting from lust.

"You want me to fuck you, Søren? Really pound your little arse with my long spear until I spurt deep inside of you?" He said in between his frenzied kisses.

"Yemmmm," I tried to say yes, but he didn't really offer me a chance of replying before the tip of his tongue yet again was circling around my rearmost teeth.

"I'm too tired to do it well, but at least I should get a good night's sleep after," he told me as he lifted me and laid me on my back.

He didn't bother removing either of our tunics, just pushed them out of the way after he lifted my thin legs. Neither did he think any kind of lubrication was necessary as he immediately started pushing the head of his spear against my backdoor. I hadn't foreseen this action and my sphincter put up a mighty struggle against the rough and very dry penetration.

"Relax, Søren. Let me in!" Bashshar demanded.

My mind was still clouded with angry thoughts towards Bashshar and passively I fought against him. It was in vain of course, I was but a ten year-old and Bashshar so much older and stronger than me. It hurt as he pushed harder and I cried out into his mouth. The first stab was the worse, the more times he pulled his hard spear out of my hole after having painfully pushed it in, the more of my juices from inside of me helped lubricate my opening.

If Bashshar was tired he didn't really show it as he had his way with me. As soon as his spear started gliding relatively freely he sped up his in and out strokes to the point where I hardly knew if he was deep inside of me or close to slipping out of my hole. Fifteen painful minutes later he had shot a formidable amount of sperm inside of me and was peacefully sleeping on the bedroll. I went outside to get rid of his slimy liquid and briefly checked what damage he might've inflicted on my aching bum hole.

He didn't rip me, but I sure don't want anyone else putting their spears into my bum for a long while to come.

***

Back inside our room, I carefully and ever so quietly counted exactly 62 Gold coins and placed them on the floor next to the bedroll. It took me quite some time but finally I got them placed exactly right. By pure luck, the 62 coins were exactly the right number needed to form the letters of the message I wanted to leave for Bashshar.

GOOD BYE

Was what it said in uppercase letters and everything. I figured I couldn't explain it any better than that, seeing as I had no paper nor pen and certainly didn't want to hang around until he woke up so I could tell him verbally. I might've been naive but I knew he'd never let me go as he'd then lose his only real income.

Well, Bashshar, now we'll see just how many cigarettes and Vodka you can afford to buy from your salary alone. Maybe you can find someone who'll fuck your bum for money.

I left the small room taking the jar with the 750 gold coins with me. I didn't feel like I stole them from Bashshar. I had been the one earning them, after all. I went to the spot where I knew the bus would pick up passengers and sat down on the jar. It wasn't the most comfortable of chairs but my long tunic kept it out of sight of anyone who might have thought it just a little too easy to steal a lot of gold from a little boy to not do so.

***

The chauffeur thought my purse was quite funny and asked me questions about how long I had been saving for the trip and wondered just how a small boy like me had managed to get his hands on that kind of money. After weighing the coins, he deemed my fare paid in full and invited me on the bus like the other few passengers waiting. I don't know where they came from, didn't much care either as I made my way through the bus to the very last seat.

This was my favourite place to sit on a bus as every little bump along the road would increase tenfold so far behind the rear axle. Unfortunately, I couldn't stay awake for long to enjoy the kiddy-style rollercoaster as I hadn't slept at all that night. I only had a cursory look at the lay-by as we left it and then folded my legs up underneath me before I fell asleep while leaning my head against the window.

I slept for most of the trip to Alishamadad, however I still felt tired as I watched the road signs tell me the distance to the city had been reduced to fifty kilometres, then 25 and lastly 10.

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I left our room to go outside to get some fresh air and get away from Bashshar for a bit while I cooled down. That's when I ran into one of my old customers. I earned another 100 gold when I spent the night with him, of course doing more than only making sure my bum hole was readily accessible. For such a hefty sum he wanted so much more from me and he kept me all up night long doing it. His spear was exactly the same length as Bashshar's only twice as fat, which was one of the reasons for me demanding so much gold.

***

I limped worse than usual when I made my way from the man's motel room to the little room Bashshar and I shared. The gold coins in the little pouch I was carrying did little to lessen the pain I felt from where rope had dug into my skin, but it meant we'd sooner be on the road again.

With the 100 gold now, the grand total will be 912. With any luck, it'll only be two more weeks like this. Then we'll board the bus and be on our way to Alishamadad. I have to remember to tell Bashshar I'm sorry for the way I behaved last night. It just made me so angry that he spent money without asking me. I would've agreed to it, if only he had asked. Well, maybe not 43 gold, that's a lot to spend on drinking but he does work hard.

Bashshar wasn't in our room when I got there, but I hadn't expected him to find him there either. By the time I had been freed from the bed, Bashshar would've already been working for an hour. I just fell to the bedroll and instantly fell asleep. Staying awake all night long wasn't my favourite pastime but the man had been very adamant that I was awake to experience all the things he did to my poor body. I managed to sleep the morning away and only woke up when lunch time had come and gone.

My empty stomach drove me out of bed and I ended up outside the kitchen entrance to the cafeteria. I knew the cook didn't want me to enter his kitchen, however since Bashshar wasn't outside smoking one of his smelly cigarettes, I simply had to go inside.

"Shaqir? What are you doing here?" I heard the cook ask from where he was busy flipping meat on the large grill.

"I'm sorry, Cook. I really need to talk to Bashshar, just for a split second, then I'll leave."

"Bashshar? But he left this morning. I saw him get on the bus, I thought you were already on it."

"What? No, you must have seen someone else, it couldn't have been Bashshar."

"My eye sight is perfect, I know what I saw. He left, right after he told me he wasn't going to be working here anymore. It's really a shame, now I have to find someone else to do his work and he was one of the best I've ever had! I don't have time to talk now, I have so much to do, now I have to do everything myself."

***

I was too shocked to say anything. I just left the kitchen, leaving the door wide open behind me, I think. Somehow I ended up back in the room that had been my home for the past two months. It was only then I realized the floorboards on top of the large jar with all our savings were laying askew. All the gold pieces in the jar had been removed, likely taken by Bashshar.

How else would he have had the money for the bus? But he could have left the 62 gold he had extra. No! Don't cry, Søren. Not now, you didn't cry all night even if you wanted to.

The man I had spent the night with had told me not to cry and while he had done most everything to make me cry, so he could punish me for it, he just hadn't been able to. Bashshar succeeded where the man hadn't, his betrayal hurt much more than any of the physical pain had.

I allowed myself to cry for thirty minutes, then I told myself to stop feeling sorry for myself and start thinking instead. It would've been so much easier to just wallow in self-pity, but that wouldn't better my situation.

I have 100 gold. It isn't enough to buy me a ticket for the bus, but it is more than enough to buy me a nice meal. How often have I not been salivating from the mere thought of eating the mixed grill menu? Just reading the words on the menu is enough to trigger it.

I walked back to the cafeteria, this time entering via the main entrance. I sat at one of the tables and picked up a menu. I already knew what I wanted, but it seemed to be what everybody did when they sat at one of the tables. I had seen enough people do that when I had sat outside, pretending to play with my toy car while I really peeped in through the large windows.

"I'll be right with you," I heard the cook shout from the kitchen, "I'm sorry, but my helper quit without notice this morning."

I didn't respond, I was much too busy reading about the 5th item on the menu card.

#5 Mixed Grill Menu. This exquisite menu will take you from the cold mountains on a tour around the globe. Enjoy six different prime cuts of meat from beef, lamb and rabbit, all grilled to perfection over an open fire. Choose from Rice, Pasta, Baked potatoes or French Fries. All of course accompanied by our award winning sauce and seasonal salads, dressing and bread. 59.99 Gold.

I knew the award winning sauce was really coming from large plastic containers, but I didn't care. I was hungry.

No, I'm downright starving!

I tried to read what other things the cook had on the menu but like the many countless times when I had read the menu on the wall next to the entrance outside, my eyes kept returning to that same entry. This had to be what the Gods ate for dinner every day. I know I would, if I had been a god.

"Oh, it's you again!"

The displeased words from the cook brought me right back down from the clouds. I wasn't going to let him shy me away from having the meal of my dreams however.

"Yes. I'd like a number 5 with French fries. Can I have extra fries if I don't want any salad?"

"Who do you think you are? Order the most expensive item on my menu and expect me to give you extra fries? I should tan your little arse into oblivion for this prank. Get out!"

I held up my small leather pouch full of coins and dropped it on the table. It landed with a nice clonk and clatter from the coins inside.

"Who did you steal that from?" The cook immediately wanted to know.

"I didn't steal it, but there's 100 Gold in it. Now, do you want to serve me or kick out a paying customer?"

"Payment up front."

I counted out forty of the Gold and poured the rest of it into the little scale the cook had. It told both of us there were exactly 60 gold coins in there and it was of course much faster than individually counting each little coin like I had just done. I added another five gold coins to the scale.

"I'd like Coca-Cola with my meal. Cold and a straw, but no ice. I know how you make the ice cubes. Bashshar told me."

"Very well, one number 5, no salad but extra fries and cold cola, no ice with a straw. Anything else, Shaqir?"

"No, that would be all. Oh, can I please have two straws?"

***

He brought me a large glass of my favourite beverage, with two straws in it and informed me of the free refills. I knew that already, had often longed for just a drop of the sweet drink, had even had vivid dreams of lying with my mouth open under the tap and guzzling it down like that. I hadn't fallen for the temptation to spend any of the gold I had worked so hard to earn, however.

The meal, or the six smaller meals as it turned out to be, was of course way too much food for a boy of my size to eat on his own, nevertheless I ate what I could and had the leftovers put in a bag to munch on later. It was nice to eat my own leftovers and not just any leftovers from other customers as I had done up until then with Bashshar.

Thinking of Bashshar, made me remember his betrayal and it made me sad and not just a little bit angry, but I knew it wouldn't do me any good and tried to think of something else. I put the coins I had left into the jar, but they almost didn't cover the bottom of it. It had been more than half full, now it was like starting from scratch again. The single silver coin looked so lonely among the 35 gold coins in the jar and I felt much like I was that silver coin. Alone against much bigger and more powerful beings than myself.

For the first time in two months I went to sleep alone. It took ages before I finally nodded off.

***

The cook woke me early the next morning and told me that he knew I needed a place to sleep, but it couldn't be in that room. He needed it for when he found another helper and he wouldn't let me use it until the time one would arrive. He laughed and shook his head at me when I suggested I'd become his helper.

"I appreciate your offer, Shaqir, but you're simply far too little for that. You can't even reach the sink to wash the dishes."

It made me feel all sorts of useless when he told me no, but I guess it was only for the better he didn't say yes. If he had, I wouldn't have been able to continue entertaining men in the evenings and nights. I'd be too busy sleeping for that. Without Bashshar's help I now had to get my act straightened up or I'd be sleeping in the cold. Which was what I did the following night, sleeping outside I mean. At least the cook had sold the bedroll and a blanket to me so I was somewhat comfortable, but I think he got the better end of the bargain.

If I have 35 Gold or 20 Gold doesn't matter. I just have to find more people who'll spend 100 Gold on a night with me.

The thought of what I had to go through to earn the last 100 gold coins sent shivers down my spine.

Nah, I'll be fine if I can get 50 and not be hurt. I can live with 50. Hell, I can live with 25, as long as I'll get to sleep in a bed. Preferably one inside a room with four walls and a roof on top.

***

I don't know if I subconsciously sent out different signals now that I was on my own again, but the men who wanted to spend time with me suddenly didn't want to pay as much as I had been able to get when Bashshar had been around to help me. Men who'd previously pay me 50 Gold to let them fuck me, suddenly only wanted to pay 30 for the same thing. I didn't want to, but I saw no option but to accept the lowered prices.

It was starting to get a lot colder and short of paying for a room myself, I feared I'd go to sleep one night and freeze to death during the night. I often thought about just starting to walk towards Alishamadad but 500 kilometres of walking through mostly nothing didn't sound interesting.

If it isn't double the distance. Bashshar didn't exactly get the distance to the lay-by right, remember?

While I now had to pay for the leftovers the cook would probably just be throwing out, I still managed to save some gold. The jar filled slower, yes, but I still put more gold into it than I had to take out. I even declined to sleep with the trucker who had tied me up that night and tortured me, though he offered me the same amount of gold. He tried to persuade me by saying he'd go easier on me but I didn't trust him. It would've been far too easy for him to change his mind once I had been tied securely to the bed posts.

Instead I ended up with a guy who wasn't a trucker, he never told me what it was he did for a living, only told me no when I asked if he was a trucker. I didn't pursuit it, what mattered to me was the gold he paid me for dancing for him. Yes, dance! and talk with him as he digested his meal before going to bed. He allowed me to sleep with him on his bed only when I swore not to touch him. Another 15 gold coins went into the jar the next morning and all I had to was dance.

***

I was finally getting the hang of tempting men to spend some of their gold on me when I realized I had just enough to pay for the ticket out of there. I wasn't too sad to leave the lay-by but it was with mixed emotions I handed over the 750 gold coins to the bus driver. Earning that much money had cost me sweat, tears and even though it had only been seldom, blood too.

I sat on the rear-most seat and looked back when the driver pulled out onto the road towards Alishamadad. I spent most of the trip in a light slumber, never really able to sleep but far too tired to stay fully awake. It wasn't until we left the mountains behind and got closer to the city that I started to perk up and pay attention to what went on outside the bus. Alishamadad wasn't a big city, it was much smaller than what I had expected from how Bashshar had described it to me.

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"Why are you out here, where nobody really gives a damn about what you want to tell them?" I asked amidst taking bites out of my sandwich.

"Oh it's such a joy to hear the uncensored and unmoderated words from a young child. It's so spot-on when they say you only hear the truth from young children and drunken people. Mind you, it isn't often I get to speak to either anymore," Greg said.

I wondered if he was mocking me.

"You see, I used to be a minister in a parish with lots of true believers, but it got terribly boring. The most excitement I ever had was listening to gossip. Well, when I had spent ten long years there, I asked the Lord for guidance. And he told me to go spread his words to the ignorant."

"But, isn't it dangerous? If you say the wrong word to the wrong people, they might beat you up."

"Yes, I suppose at times it is dangerous. But, if there isn't a slight risk, there's no satisfaction either. I did get beat up by a couple of people who were afraid of the true words."

"Afraid?"

"Mmm-hmm, they were so afraid they couldn't just tell me to leave, they had to use force hoping to silence me. They only made me that more resilient."

I hated when people used big words I had to look up on a computer to understand the meaning of. It made me feel stupid and I didn't want anyone to think I was stupid, so I almost never asked what the words meant. Greg already thought I was a thief and I didn't want him to think I was a stupid one so I just nibbled at my sandwich. The egg inside had turned cold by then, but it still tasted great.

Greg told me about when he had successfully converted whole families to his religion, something that had only happened a handful of times. I couldn't help but wonder out loud why he kept doing it if it was so hard.

"You need to understand, it doesn't matter how many I can convert. There's no requirement of me converting 100 people, as long as I get to tell people about the Lord and the proper ways of living. That's what is important to me and my church."

It didn't make much sense to me, but at least Greg didn't try to convert me and he wasn't interested in my naked body at all. I didn't make any attempts to cover up my worm not even when it decided to raise its little head into the air. I think Greg noticed but he never made any comments about it. About two hours into our journey I nodded off, the food I had eaten had satisfied my hunger and I felt completely at ease in the company of the missionary.

***

When I woke, my worm was again stiff, this time because my bladder was in desperate need of being emptied.

"Greg, can you pull over? I need a wee."

"This isn't the best of places, the road is quite narrow as you can see. Can you hold it for a bit?"

"If it isn't for too long, I guess."

Half an hour later, the road was still narrow and the part I could see ahead of us didn't seem to widen any time soon.

"Greg? I can't hold it much longer."

"Don't pee on the seat. I'll never get the smell out of the upholstery. Hmm, can you go in one of the empty water bottles?"

"I'll go wherever you tell me to," I had to undo my seatbelt to get to one of the two-litre bottles laying in the footwell behind Greg's seat.

"Watch where you point that thing, it's like a loaded weapon," Greg warned me.

I giggled which didn't make it any easier to keep my bladder under control. Just for emphasis I purposely let my worm slide even harder against Greg's arm when I made my way back to my seat.

"Don't get me wet, Søren. Just sit down and make sure you stick that firehose all the way inside the bottle before you let go."

It was a good thing my worm was rather on the skinny side as it fit perfectly into the opening of the bottle. It was a tight fit, still I managed to stick it all the way into the hard plastic bottle. As always, it took some time before I could relax enough to get the pee flowing. The pale yellow fluid from my body spurted into the bottle and the air trapped inside it was forced out between my worm and the bottle neck in a series of small fart-like sounds.

"No farting or pooping in the car!" Greg said and shot me a quick look.

"I'm not, it's the bottle," I said.

"Sure, blame the bottle. Roll down your window if you can't keep from farting while peeing."

"It really is the bottle," I giggled making the stream of pee fluctuate in time with the giggles. I squeezed the bottle forcing more of the air out of the bottle resulting in louder farting sounds.

"Søren, you fart like a sailor! It's downright nasty to sit next to you when you pass gas like that."

"Does it smell like butt in here? I'm not farting."

"There is a certain whiff in the air, but no, it doesn't smell like poop to me. More like sweet boy pee. Are you about done yet?"

"Almost."

"Pass the bottle when you're done. Leave the cap off."

"Why?"

"I'm thirsty and there's no sense in letting any of the good stuff go to waste."

"But it isn't water in the bottle. It's my wee!"

"I should certainly hope it is."

I scrunched up my nose at the thought of Greg drinking my pee.

That has got to be the yuckiest thing you could ever do.

My worm seemed to like the idea of Greg drinking what it had spilled out into the bottle though. It firmed up even harder than it had been when I started peeing. It made removing the bottle quite tricky and I had to pull at it quite hard for it to finally let go of my worm. I held up the bottle to see just how much I had peed into it and what it looked like.

About 1/6 full and yellow. And it smells like pee. Well, duh! It is pee! It's hot too. Is he really going to drink it? He can't be.

"Are you going to drink it yourself? If not, give it here," Greg's voice interrupted my thoughts.

"Here," I said and handed the bottle to the man.

I had thought him to be the most normal person I had met so far since I had been pulled out from underneath my collapsed ceiling. Now, he was near the top of the list of the weirdest men I had ever met.

"Nothing better than when it's straight from the tap," Greg said and took a large swig from the bottle.

I was utterly repulsed by the disgusting and no less disturbing action of the man. Still, my worm was so stiff it was flexing between my legs.

He's drinking it! And he seems to enjoy the taste of it. It's stuff that came out of my body and he's drinking it like it's…

I didn't know what to compare it to, I doubt anyone would enjoy fresh, cool water as much as Greg enjoyed sipping on my warm pee.

"Ahh," he sighed and smacked his lips after another drink, this one much smaller than the first.

"How can you drink that?" I asked.

"It's easy. It's like drinking from the fountain of youth. There's nothing quite like the pee from a prepubescent little boy. If only there had been more. I have to drink your little gift so slowly to extend the time it takes for the bottle to go empty."

"If you want, I can make more for you. You got plenty of water for me to turn into pee."

"That's a great idea! I'll drive much slower just so you can make more. It'll save on the fuel too, so there's an added incentive."

I'm not sure how healthy it is to be drinking 5.5 litres of water in only 4 hours but that is what I managed on the last stretch of the journey towards the city Greg was taking me to. It turned out to be a city named Alishamadad, as the signs on the side of the road told me. Fortunately the name was written in both letters I could read and write as well as the squiggly ones of the local language. Well, it wasn't until we passed the second road sign that I figured out what they said. The name of the city was just so freaking long.

While I did drink a lot of water and turned it into pee, Greg didn't drink all of it straight away.

"I'm going to save some for a rainy day. You're really such a sweet boy doing this for me, Søren."

You didn't think me so sweet when you spanked me! My bum still hurts quite a lot.

***

"Søren, get in the back of the car and keep out of sight. We're about to enter the city and if anyone sees you naked with me, I'll have an extremely hard time explaining what you're doing here. I'll stop at the first shop and buy something for you to put on. Then I'm afraid it's time for us to say good bye."

"Okay. Thank you again for doing this. You've been really nice to me, you even drank my pee and thought it's nice. I never thought anyone would do something like that."

"They don't know what they're missing. I'm 65 and I'm certain it's the fountain of youth that helps me stay young. It's just so hard to find a source in this place though. In my parish, I drank from the fountain pretty much every day."

Greg certainly didn't look to be 65, more like 40 but even if he might've found a way to prolong life, I wasn't about to see if it would work for me as well. I'd be fully satisfied if I lived to be about 100 years old.

***

"Right, once you're done I've got a gift for you," Greg told me as I was squeezing the last drops of my golden pee into the bottle.

I turned around after putting the cap on and placing the bottle with the other two laying in the footwell. Greg held up a long basic white tunic, just like the ones I had seen local boys wear all of the time. It fit me perfectly and I hugged the old man my thanks.

"Okay, scoot, Søren. Let go, if not, I might keep you and never let you go until you're 14 or so."

"Bye, Greg. Thanks."

"No, I'm the one thanking you. Take care and remember not to steal ever again."

"I won't. You taught me well."

He went around the car and drove away from me. He left me standing alone in a back alley in the middle of an unknown city. I couldn't just stay there, but didn't know where to go either. I just stood there in the alley feeling lost for probably 20 minutes before I finally told myself to get moving.

You're never going to get home if you stand here, Søren. Sooner or later you'll have to sit and then sleep. Do you want to sleep outside tonight? There are likely rats here. Big ones, the size of dogs.

It was the fear of meeting a rat that drove me out of the alley. I peered around the corner first, just to see if anyone were around to see me appear from the dead-end and wonder how I got in there in the first place.

There's a police station or what seems to be one over there. I could go ask them for help, they're the police. That's what they taught us at school, if you ever get lost, find a police man and ask for help. Then he'll get you back to your parents.

Seeing the police station instilled hope in me. Finally, I'd be able to get help without being asked for anything in return. Well, Greg had helped me, but he had smacked my bum and whether or not that was justified, it still hurt.

But he drank my pee too. That was so strange. And kind of exciting. And so disgusting!

I suddenly heard the happy chattering from a group of kids. Their soprano voices competed with the police station for my attention.

Follow the kids. You can always return to the police station later.

Forget the kids, they don't know you and will only bully you!

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So this is Alishamadad. It doesn't seem all that big to me. My city, Nastvaed was much bigger than this.

I was looking out the windows of the bus, tried to see where we were going while taking in the atmosphere of the somewhat dull looking city we had just entered. It looked like an industrial zone, one without many workers. I didn't see more than a few people out in the streets.

Maybe they're all inside working. It's still working hours. School hours too.

I looked at the large analogue clock sitting up at the front of the bus, right above the driver. It was only 13:15, which meant at least another 2 hours and 45 minutes before the schools let out. Well, at least those in my home city. With the war taking place so close by, I wasn't sure if the local schools were still open. Not that I worried too much about school, I certainly wasn't missing the long hours of being forced to sit on an uncomfortable chair listening to a teacher drone on about things that weren't important.

Bashshar said that we should go to a sweets shop, that they might be able to help me find my family. And I can find one by tailing the kids when they leave school as they'll all want to go and buy sweets to celebrate the school day finally being over. Well, those who have money to spend of course.

I had to find a school first though. I was sitting on the edge of the seat now, actually standing and only leaning my bum on the seat. I wanted to be ready to run to the driver and tell him to let me off the bus as soon as I saw what I was looking for. The road the driver followed wasn't passing through any domestic neighbourhoods, only changed from industrial to somewhat commercial. And that was when he informed me and the few other passengers that this was as far as the bus would be going.

The bus depot wasn't exactly placed in downtown Alishamadad, at least I hoped it wasn't as I hopped off the bus as the very last of the passengers. There were two story buildings, but nothing higher than that. It was vastly different from Nastvaed where there had been high rises and a ton of people. The few passengers from the bus had already dispersed while I had slowly turned around to get a 360 degrees view of the city.

I should've asked the driver for directions. Or one of the other passengers. But, directions to where? Nah, asking where the nearest school is would only had made them ask me why I'm not there already and where my parents are. I need to look as if I know where I'm going so I won't look out of place. I certainly wouldn't want to talk to those!

A blue and white pickup truck was slowly driving down the street. The blue light and horn on top of it told me it was a police car, even if I couldn't understand the writing on the bonnet and the sides of the car. Bashshar had told me to stay as far away from them as possible and I started walking as quickly as I could without raising any attention to myself. I still didn't know where to go, but I knew I had to get away from where I was.

***

I walked quickly right through the centre of the city and finally in the suburbs on the other side of it I found what I was looking for. It looked like a school to me, though it didn't have the tell-tale fenced-in playground in front like the one I had been attending myself. The abundance of kids around my age told me it had to be a school. If I had been in doubt the bell, an adult, likely a teacher, clanged let me know for sure. The scores of children responded to the bell by scurrying to get back inside the large building.

While I didn't particularly miss school, I still wanted to run with the other children inside. I guess the flock instinct imbedded in us human beings told me to go with the rest. Alas, I didn't. I sat in the shade behind a dumpster on the other side of the street and kept the school under observation. I could hear the sounds from a sports class somewhere on the premises and the happy squeals reminded me of my own two and a half years in school. That was all I had been allowed before my family had been relocated to the military base in the desert.

***

When school finally let out for the day, I followed the largest group of children, about 15 of them.

I hope they're going to a sweets shop and not church or something like that.

Around 700 metres later the group entered a store. The large rotating red and white striped candy cane outside the entrance was the universal sign of the wonderland inside. Anyone older than the age of two would certainly know that this was the place you'd want to spend all the money you had. If you had any.

I don't have any money. I spent it all on the bus. But that isn't why I'm here anyway. I need help, not a tummy ache!

I didn't want to risk entering the store with all the kids in there, so I found a place to hide while still being able to watch the entrance. It took the better part of half an hour before I figured the last of the kids had left, each holding a small paper bag of the sugary stuff I too wanted some of.

Oh, to be able to go and spend one Gold on sweets and head home to do homework and munch on hard candy. Nothing to worry about but getting the right answers to the maths problems and whether or not I'd like what mum cooks for dinner.

It seemed so long ago I had been able to only worry about unimportant matters like that. I wondered if I'd ever be able to put the things I'd experienced behind me and go back to being just a kid again.

Well, there's only one way to find out. To enter that store and see if they'll help me or kick me out since I don't have any money to spend on sweets.

***

"Hello," I said to the lady behind the glass desk with scores of sweets on it and in small plastic containers inside it.

I could vividly imagine myself asking for five of those and five of these and ask what I had to pay for it before making up my mind of what next to choose. It had once been a very serious matter to me as I didn't like all kinds of sweets. Some were much too sour or salty for me. Now though, I ignored all the treats and only concentrated on the lady.

"And what would you like today?" She asked me, apparently thinking I was just another kid who wanted her to put sweets into a bag for me.

"I was told you'd be able to help me. I was to say that Rangour is watching over us, if that means anything to you?"

I had no idea who Rangour was or why he'd be watching over anyone, but it was what Bashshar had said was the magic words to say.

"Hush, child. Not so loud. I think you meant Rangour is watching over you, not me. Clearly you're not from around here, so I'm not going to send you away for not knowing the proper pass phrase," she told me in a low voice and ushered me towards the back of the store.

It didn't take long, it wasn't like a hypermarket after all, just a store specializing in selling sweets to children. Well, at least if you didn't know the pass phrase. Which, if you did, would open up a hidden trapdoor and reveal a completely different and much larger underground location. Okay, it was the lady who opened the trapdoor, it didn't just spring open when I said the words, and she gently nudged me down the stairs.

"Just wait at the end of the staircase. Someone will come for you, it won't be long. I have to stay up here," she encouraged me, then as I slowly made my way down, she closed the trapdoor behind me!

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The police station was stationary, it would still be in the same place later, which the kids surely wouldn't be. I could hear them moving away from me and if I wanted to follow them I had to be right quick. There were about 12, maybe a little more of the kids walking with their schoolbags hanging from their shoulders. It seemed like school had just let out and I was curious as to where a group of kids this large would be going.

Ah, figures! A sweets shop. I'd love to queue up and have a chance of selecting some sweets too. Just one Gold worth.

I didn't have any money, not even one measly little coin of the near worthless copper. I just had my new tunic which was far better than having nothing at all. I still couldn't help but feeling a tad bit envious of the kid standing in front of the desk and pointing out what sweets he wanted the lady to put into his bag. He handed over some money, I wasn't sure how much as I wasn't close enough to see, and in return he got the bag with sweets.

"See you tomorrow," I heard him say as he left the store.

Well, he's about my age and he looks friendly. Maybe he'll share some of his sweets with me and tell me something about this city. He isn't big enough to be able to hurt me if he isn't friendly.

I tailed him for a bit, trying to act like one of the detectives I'd seen on TV. He turned a corner and when I followed him around it I nearly stepped into him.

"Why are you following me? What do you want?" he asked in a curious tone of voice.

"Uh, I'm not. Well, okay I was. I saw you exit the sweets shop."

"So you want to steal my candy?"

"No, I'm not a thief."

At least not anymore. My bum still hurts too much.

"I'll let you have one piece if you tell me your name. I don't think I've ever seen you before."

"My name's Søren. I'm not from around here, I only just got to the city."

"Oh cool. Where do you live? Over in the new complex they built?"

"Ah, uh, yeah. That's right."

I didn't have the slightest idea of what he was talking about, but it was probably better if he thought if my home was in the city and not far, far away.

"Boy, you're lucky. I wish I lived there. Must be nice with the tennis court and everything?"

"I don't really play tennis. So I wouldn't know."

"Oh. Well, you told me your name so here, choose one."

He held out the opened paper bag so I could look inside. The sweets inside looked great but not exactly what I was used to from my part of the world. I just selected one by random and popped it into my mouth.

"Oooof," I gasped as I felt the stinging from the extremely salty liquorice inside my mouth.

"Yeah, it's great isn't it? I love how it almost makes you want to cry."

He was right, I did want to cry. The attack on my taste buds was massive.

"What's your name?" I choked out.

"Hans. My mother is from the North. I've lived here with my father almost all my life though. They split up when I was four."

"That's why you speak my language so fluently. I'm from the North as well."

"I kind of knew that, even before you told me your name. Your white hair and blue eyes gave you away. Don't let the police see that or they'll for sure arrest you. And they won't be giving you sweets."

"Crap," I swore.

"What's wrong?"

"I was just about to go to the police station when I heard you and your friends and decided to see where you all were going."

"Why would you want to talk to the police? Trust me, they're not the people you want to talk to. They're bad!"

The way he said they were bad sent chills down my spine.

"Promise you won't tell anyone?"

"Sure."

"Uh, I don't live here at all. I live in the North and I'm looking for a way to go home to my family. I haven't seen them for nearly a year."

"Wow! I want to hear more. Come, we can go to my house. My father won't come home until later tonight, he works in the evenings. I'll let you have some more sweets," he offered.

"Thanks, but if they're all like this one, no thanks."

"There are others, they're just down at the very bottom of the bag. Come, my house is just down this street."

***

Hans' bedroom was really nice. Well, he didn't have any electronic devices like I had, but he had the right posters on the walls and some pretty neat toys too. We didn't play with any of them though, we were too busy talking and eating his sweets.

"It must've been scary when the base was attacked," Hans said.

"Well, I didn't get to experience much of it at all. When the building caved in I feinted. It was scary waking up and not being able to move though."

"How did you get free?"

I told him how it had happened. Then about the other things that had happened along my route of escape, right up to being smacked that very day.

"Man! That must've hurt a whole lot. Is your butt still red? Can I see?"

It wasn't so strange baring my bum for Hans to see the red hue of my bum cheeks. I had pretty much lost track of all the people who had so far not only seen it but also done things to it, and Hans was just a boy. He was five months younger than me and certainly no threat to me even if he also did more than just look at my bum.

"It's all hot. Does it still hurt a lot?"

"No, it's only sore now. Feels nice when you do that."

Hans was gently stroking my bum cheek with his fingers.

"I've never touched anyone's bum before. You sure you don't mind?"

"You can do whatever you want to, just don't slap it."

"Oh, I'd never do that. If anything, I'd rather you slap mine."

"What?"

"I've never been spanked."

And you should be happy for that!

"It hurts being spanked. I'd wish I had never been spanked either."

"I'd like to try it, at least once. But, that'll never happen. I always do as I'm told and never get in any trouble at all," Hans sighed.

"I'll spank you if you want. I won't make it hurt for real."

Why did I say that? I don't want to smack anyone.

"You would? Really? Well, you'd need a reason for it. You can't just spank me because I ask you to. Hmm, what would I have done to deserve a spanking?"

"You could've taken something that wasn't yours. Nah, that would remind me too much of this morning. How about you didn't pick up your toys and make your bed like you were told to?"

"Good idea. Uh, go and wait outside my door for a minute. Then knock on it."

"Uh, okay."

I was a guest in his house and while I wasn't sure why he wanted me to leave his room I did it anyway. I slowly counted to sixty and then knocked on his door.

"Yes?" I heard Hans say from behind the shut door, he sounded rather surprised.

Upon opening it, I saw why he had made me leave. His previously so pristine looking bedroom was a downright mess. Toys that had been neatly standing in line on his shelves were laying all over his floor and his bed was stripped to the bare mattress. Apparently Hans was into roleplaying games.

"What do you have to say for yourself, young man," I said in my deepest voice.

Okay, I tried, but the giggling kind of messed with my supposedly angriness.

"Sorry, father. I forgot. Please, forgive me?" he begged, though I could tell it wasn't forgiveness he wanted.

"No, I told you three times already to pick up your room. I think you need a spanking."

"Oh no! Please, not a spanking."

"Oh yes. A good long one. Take off that tunic and lay over my lap. Now!"

"Sorry, daddy. I didn't mean to."

"Yes you did."

This is kind of fun!

My worm certainly thought it was kinds of exciting to witness Hans pull his tunic up over his head and push down his loose underwear on his own accord. I hadn't known he was wearing any in the first place of course, hence I hadn't told him to take them off. Seeing the slightly younger boy submit himself to me made me feel, well, excited.

Especially when he slowly walked to me and positioned himself across my lap making his pert bum an excellent target for my palm to hit. I didn't let myself get too carried away, I had no wish to actually hurt Hans, even if he kept asking me to hit him just a little harder. Even with my moderated slaps, his buttocks changed colour ever so slightly.

"There, son. You took your spanking like a good boy. Now, pick up your room and make your bed," I told him, still in my fake deep voice.

"No!"

"What? Didn't you learn anything from being spanked?"

"No. And I'm not picking up my room. I want you to do it."

"I bet you do. However, I think more spanking is necessary."

"Waah! No! No more spanks. None that hurts!"

"Oh, these will hurt. You asked for them, now you'll get them!"

I smacked him ten times, considerably harder than before but still not as hard as I could.

The smacks made an impressive sound both from my palm crashing into his bum and from the moans coming from his mouth.

"No more," he said after I had landed the tenth smack and this time I could hear he meant it.

"Sorry."

"Oh no, don't be. I wanted to feel it and I did. You're right it does hurt. But, it did something else too. Look, why did it do that?"

I watched at the object in question, of course his worm. It looked about the same as mine, minus the hood, which actually made it a little bit longer than mine.

"Don't worry. It does that from time to time. Mine's the same right now," I confessed and pulled my tunic up to show him.

"I know it does it when I got to pee, but I don't need to do it now?"

"It's because it wants to be played with. Your worm isn't only for peeing with."

***

It led to more questions from Hans, who was about as ignorant when it came to sex as I had been about a year ago. When my explanations didn't seem adequate, I switched to demonstrating it instead. I went right to the good stuff and sucked his worm for him, then decided to include his bum hole, which proved to be a fairly messy but nonetheless nice experience for him.

"WOW! Can I do that to you too?"

"Yes, uh, after I've washed my finger. Where's the bathroom?"

"Walk out my door and continue straight forwards, open that door and you'll see it."

The bathroom was right across the hallway and it had a sink with warm water and a soap dispenser which I pushed repeatedly. The brown/yellowish stuff on my finger was washed away under the running water, but I made sure to wash it twice just to make sure all of it had really gone.

I don't even like my own poo, I certainly don't like other people's poo even if it came out of a cute boy like Hans.

I brought some tissue back to his room for him since he apparently was too far gone in his first ever post-orgasmic bliss to walk to the bathroom and deal with the offending matter there. Hoping my bum hole would be cleaner than his, I lay on his bed so he could kneel in front of me.

"Ouch! Mind your teeth Hans, it isn't a lollipop you have in your mouth."

***

"You're cool, Søren. I wish you could stay but it's a school night. My father only allows sleepovers on the weekends."

"That's okay. I have to find a way home. I had fun though."

"Me too."

"Bye, Hans. I hope we'll meet again."

"Bye Søren. Oh wait, I nearly forgot. Go back to the candy shop and tell the lady that Rangour is watching over you but not me."

"What? Who's Rangour?"

"Dunno, but if any of us kids ever got into trouble, that's what we're s'posed to say. Maybe they'll help you too?"

"Hmm, well I guess it won't hurt. Okay, bye now."

"Thanks, Søren, for telling me about you know what."

I smiled at the blushing boy and walked from his house. I felt a bit sad for leaving Hans, he might've turned into a really good friend, but if I was ever to find my way home, I had to keep moving.

I found my way back to the sweets shop, it was still open and I went in the door.

This must be heaven!

My nose was bombarded by nice smells and my eyes kept finding new, better things to look at. Sweets, all sorts of them, were stacked inside the small store and I had to swallow to keep from drooling.

"Can I help you?" A lady asked.

"I hope so. Rangour is watching me, not you. Or maybe it was the other way around? Aw, sorry. I've forgotten what it is I had to say."

"You're not from around here are you?"

"No, I'm from the North. And I want to go home. Please, you got to help me."

"Hush, sweet child. Come, we'll help you. This way. Don't be afraid, you're in good hands now."

The lady led me to the back of the store and she rearranged some boxes before she tugged at the throw rug on the floor. Where the throw rug had laid was a trapdoor and when the lady accessed a hidden keypad, the door began to slowly open.

"Now, my friend. Go down the stairs. All the way down, another friend will wait for you there. Hurry, I need to hide the entrance again soon."

My heart was pumping when I started walking down the steps. I kept hearing the words of encouragement the lady said and it made me feel a little better. I hadn't gotten very far down the stairs when the trapdoor closed above me with a quiet slam.

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The sudden entrapment caught me completely by surprise and at first I reacted by hammering my small fists at the solid steel door on top of me. It only made my hands hurt, I doubt anyone could've heard anything through the thick and heavy trapdoor. I certainly couldn't open it, not even when I placed my shoulder up against it and tried to use my thigh muscles to lift it. It made me sweat but clearly I'd need someone to help me if I was to get back out that way.

If I couldn't go back up, then I just had to do as the lady had told me. I didn't like walking down into the ground, much as I didn't enjoy heights either. The concrete staircase was well-lit, but that didn't make me feel any better. My bare feet hardly made any sound at all as I slowly made my way down, wondering just how far into the ground I had to go.

This stairway is so steep and seem to go on for so long that the one waiting for me at the other end will likely be the Devil himself!

***

It was a guy waiting for me, but he didn't have horns protruding from his forehead, neither did he have a long split tail. He definitely didn't brandish a three spoked fork and he wasn't red like the pictures I had seen of Evil himself. Though he tried to make me feel safe, it wasn't an easy job for him. The knowledge of being more than a hundred metres below ground level freaked me out to no end. I was expecting the whole complex to cave in at any second, just like the ceiling had fallen on top of me during the bombardment of the base.

"You can call me T," he told me and asked me what my name was.

"I, uh, my name is Søren. Sorry, but I don't like… uh, I hate being under ground."

His reassurance of it being quite safe, that it had been standing for more than a hundred years didn't do much for me.

If it's more than 100 years old, the concrete surely must be about ready to crumble.

The dampness of the tunnel we were in didn't help either. My feet were cold and the coldness was spreading up my legs and made my worm shrivel up and the nuts underneath it tried to pop right back into my body to keep warm. I suddenly felt the strongest urge to pee, though it had literally been hours since my last drink of anything. Still, I walked next to T as he guided me further away from where the long stairway had ended.

"Okay, Søren, let's go in here. I need to ask you a few questions and then see what my organisation can do to help you. Maybe you can help us too."

I don't know what I can do for them. Maybe he wants to do stuff to me. I guess I could do that, but I'd really rather not. Though I've been with men far worse than him.

T was a man, but a young one, probably in his mid-twenties or close to that. He seemed like a nice man too, but I knew that could change in a split-second. He'd be able to shackle me to the table and violently stab his spear into my bum or even worse whip me. I'd experienced kind men who didn't turn out to be very kind at all. So, I had learned not to judge a man by his appearance.

"Would you like something to drink, maybe a bite to eat while we talk?" He asked me.

"Yes, please."

"Okay, it won't be but a minute. I'll have a coffee, please," he said apparently to no one.

"Do you want me to get it?" I asked after looking around to see if I had somehow failed to see a third person in the small room we were in.

"Ah, no, D will be here with everything shortly. He's listening to our conversation. It's for security reasons so don't worry."

I wonder just how many is listening in. Maybe there's a camera too.

I started covertly searching for cameras and the microphone I now knew had to be in the room with us.

"You'd never find any one of them, if you're looking for the microphones," T told me.

I blushed from being so easily discovered and tried to deny what I had been doing.

"It's alright to be curious. Just trust me when I say you won't be able to find them."

"There's one there," I said quietly.

"Where?"

"In that corner, next to the lamp. Like 5 cm to the left from it."

"Impressive. Right, you found one. There are more, but it isn't important where they are or if you can locate them or not. How did you hear about us?"

Right, now the interrogations begin.

I explained how I had heard of the sweets shops which led to more questions about my past all the way back to before I had been told we were moving from Nastvaed. D had interrupted for only a moment when he put a tray with fruit, sandwiches and drinks on the table and then left again. I tried to leave out the facts that I had been subjected to sex, but T somehow managed to extract that information from me after I had been shown to a restroom for a much needed wee.

"So, to summarize what you've told me so far, you're the son of one LT Colonel Nielsen. You and your family were rushed to the Ghraib military base in a desert you don't know the name of, but you can point out the general location on a map. After it had been attacked, you went across the desert to the town of Qaroum and across the mountains to end up sitting here. Along the way you learned about sex, had to, in order to survive. Is that correct?" T asked.

"Yes. Can you help me find my family? Or at least tell me if they're all dead?"

"We're working on that right now. I think we have a map ready too. Ah, yes, there it is. Thank you, D. At least this is where we think the base was, based on your information. Can you point out the exact location of where it was?"

I was dumbfounded as above the table, above the tray with leftover pieces of fruit and the uneaten crusts of sandwich bread, floated a hologram with a map. I could clearly see the oasis, but next to it there was nothing. Just a void of nothingness.

"Yes, it was right there," I said and pointed my finger at the void. I kept my finger well away from the hologram, just in case it would hurt if I touched it.

"All right. Of course that part of the map is classified, which was only to be expected. Zoom out a little please, let's see the desert."

I watched in awe as the hologram changed, the oasis quickly turned into just a speck on the map and the desert took up the whole of the large hologram. It was far bigger than I had thought it to be, the distance from the oasis and the military base to the very small town of Qaroum had to be at least 1500 km. The distance from there to the mountain range I had passed was much less, not even a tenth of it.

"That's where I went to get over the mountains. That road there. Can you show me where we are now? And where is Nastvaed? How far is it to there?"

"Hold up. Alishamadad is here. We're somewhere inside the city. Okay, zoom out until Nastvaed shows up too."

It seemed to take forever to make the hologram do as T requested. It was like a camera moving far away from the Earth and I could see the curvature of the planet before it finally stopped. There, way, way up north, was Nastvaed. It was like a quarter if not more around the planet. My shoulders slumped, there was no way in hell I'd be able to get back to that city any time soon. Not, unless this mystery sweets shop operation had their own jets and wouldn't mind risking one of them to fly me home. T confirmed my thoughts.

"Søren, we can't take you home to your family. They're simply too far away and our influence isn't of a scale where we could undertake such a huge operation for a single boy. Trust me, if there was any way I could make it happen, I would. You've already experienced far too much for a ten year-old. Even one as clever as yourself."

I didn't think of myself as being clever, if I was smart, I would've been able to come up with a plan to get me home.

I can't walk. Not, unless I somehow figure out a way to breathe under water.

There was a large ocean between the continent I was on and the one where my home city was.

"We have a safe place for you to sleep for the time being. Don't worry about anyone wanting to have sex with you here. We don't believe in making anyone do anything they don't want to do. And you're quite frankly much too young and small to have sex yet. You should be playing with toys, not this…" T said but didn't finish his sentence.

The safe place was still underground, which didn't make it seem very safe at all in my opinion. But, at least there was a proper bed, though it didn't have much of a mattress. Thick woollen blankets had to make do. I didn't complain, only tried to make myself somewhat comfortable before nodding off.

***

"We've managed to track down your mum and little sister. They're safe with your aunt and uncle," T told me when I had breakfast the next morning. Well, I thought it was morning. Without being able to see the daylight it could've been in the middle of the night, but since I had just woken and felt somewhat rested and I was eating cereal, I figured it had to be morning.

"Can I talk to them?" I asked with my mouth full. The good news made me forget my manners.

"Even better, you can see them too. It won't be for long however, the connection isn't reliable and we don't want to stay online for too long. The wrong people are trying whatever they can to crack down on us."

"The Liberal Army of Vengeance?" I asked.

"Them and others, like the secret police. I'll tell you more after you've talked to your family. Do not reveal that you are in Alishamadad. Promise?"

"Promise."

"Good, it could jeopardize a lot of people if you say anything about where you are."

"I won't. I know how to keep secrets."

***

It was hard talking to mum and seeing Lise. My little sister had grown since I had last seen her and she was terribly shy when mum told her to say hi to me. Mum cried when she saw me and that made me cry too. So we spent most of the allotted time just listening to each other weep. I longed for her to hug me close and never let go of me again, but of course that wasn't possible. The two and a half minutes we had to talk passed by much too quickly.

The image of my mum and Lise disappeared from view even as I was still raising my hand to wave goodbye to them. I let my hand drop back down with a sigh.

"You can talk to them again tonight, Søren," T told me and patted my shoulder.

That simple touch was all it took for me to start crying again and hug the man I didn't really know at all with all my strength. He let me cry and just stroked my back as I wept. I don't know exactly how long it took for my tears to stop, but he never let go of me until they did.

"I'm hungry," I said in a timid voice when the last sob had finally left my body.

"Why don't you go and wash your face, then meet me in the briefing room after? I'll have a snack waiting for you."

***

"How much do you know about the war?" T asked me as I nibbled at a sandwich. I wasn't all that hungry after all.

"Not much. LAoV [Liberal Army of Vengeance] got angry at the rest of the world and started killing everyone."

"Well, it's a bit more complicated than that, but it's a good first try. Do you know anything about politics?"

I pulled a face at the word. My father had tried to teach me some, but I just wasn't interested then. Still wasn't when T asked me. I did try to relay what I remembered my father had explained.

"It's like rules. People telling you how to live and such?" I tried.

"Very good," T was clearly impressed, "That's exactly what it all narrows down to. Anyway, people have different ideas of how to live, I'm sure you've already experienced a lot of that in person. It usually isn't a large problem as most people generally just want to live a good life. However, at times enough people will disagree with the majority and try to change the rules or the politics. If they get really powerful they can change the politics. Either by influencing the way people think or by force.

"LAoV believes in war and they have a lot of supporters. Both people ready to fight for them as well as people with money and political power. Your government had a lot of power, both military-wise and politically speaking, unfortunately their power mainly consisted of a lot of people agreeing with them. The kind of war LAoV is waging now is different than what the world has grown accustomed to. It's like the old religious crusades thousands of years ago, and they use any means necessary to achieve their goals."

"What are those goals?"

"Well, they want people to live by the rules made several thousands of years ago. Basically it's the law of the fittest, if you're strong, you can make anyone weaker than you do whatever you want them to. If you're weak, well, too bad for you."

"That's not very nice."

"No. But it's basically what they think. And a lot of people are beginning to think like them. Even in your country and the rest of the world."

"Why don't they just stop them? The military has a ton of missiles, heck, they could probably blow up the entire planet."

"A lot of innocent people would die then. Little kids, just like yourself."

"But if that's what it takes?"

"It hasn't gotten to that point yet, fortunately. But, we're getting close to it, I'm afraid."

"Someone must be able to stop them!"

"A lot of people have already died trying and plenty more are probably going to. Every time they take out one of the highranking leaders, two new ones jump at the chance to take over. It's a never-ending struggle. And the people they do take out are the reckless ones, the wiser remains. The tactics the alliance have been using so far aren't up to the task."

"Then they should adapt their tactics. Rethink everything and try something else."

"That's where my organisation comes in. We're trying to do exactly that. We're just not strong enough yet."

"How can I help?" I blurted out without thinking of the consequences of my words.

"Uh, you? You're a kid, Søren. This isn't a game it's real life with people dying. Leave it to us adults."

"Leaving it to the adults seems to just lead us to certain defeat," I mumbled.

"What?"

"Sorry!"

"No, what did you say?"

"I said that it seems to me if we leave it up to the adults then we're all going to die or be turned into slaves or something."

"Hmm," T seemed deep in thought.

I waited in silence, worried that my words had made him angry and he was only plotting how to punish me for my insolence.

"You may be right," he finally said, "however, it isn't up to me to decide. D, did you hear any of this?"

"Hear what?" I heard D's disembodied voice boom into the room from a speaker I didn't know existed.

"Never mind, I'll fill you in later. Søren, would you like to play a computer game?" T asked me.

I nodded, eager to get out of the room and happy for apparently having gotten away with my cheekiness.

***

I spent the rest of the morning lying on my stomach on my bed punching the display of a tablet trying to safely navigate a spaceship through a maze. It was easy to do at first, but gradually it got harder. The spaceship would drift far longer after I cut the boosters and had to turn it around to use the boosters to stop the ship from moving. By lunch time I was pounding my forehead at the screen frustrated that I just couldn't progress to the next level. The waah-waah-waaaah sound that rang out every time my little ship burst into an enormous explosion really ticked me off.

When I was asked if I wanted lunch I was about ready to see just how far I could throw the tablet before it would hit the ground. I guess that's what saved the tablet that day as I went to eat with T and D. They and the lady up in the store front were the only people I had so far seen from the organisation. They hadn't even told me their real names only their initials.

"Søren, I had an idea when you told me that leaving matters to adults would only mean certain failure," T told me when we were eating lunch.

"I didn't mean it like that," I said quickly.

"Don't try to take back what you said. We all know what you meant. And I think you're right. May be right, anyway."

"Really?"

It certainly wasn't every day I heard an adult tell me I was right about something. Actually I doubt it had ever happened that an adult had agreed that children might be better at something than adults would be. Not when it involved grown up stuff like war and stuff like that anyway.

"Yes. Now, if you had been an ordinary ten year-old boy, I wouldn't have considered it at all. However, with your accomplishments over the past year, you've proved you're no ordinary boy."

T pointed out the things I had done in order to not only survive but also to locate the sweets shop.

"But I only did that so I could find my family. Anyone in my shoes would have done the same," I objected to the praise.

T and D thought it funny I used that expression since I quite clearly wasn't wearing any shoes and hadn't been for quite a while. Still, I was confident of what I had done to survive wasn't anything special.

"That only makes me think you're the right one for the job," T said.

"Job? What job?"

"Well, we'd like to ask you to do something for us. Something we can't do without your help and something that could be rather dangerous for all of us but mostly for you. You can of course say no and we won't think any less of you if you do so, after all, you are but a child."

I was intrigued by what T said about me being able to do something they couldn't. The part about it being risky did put me off somewhat. I hadn't been lying when I had explained how I only got through all of my ordeals because of wanting to get back to my family.

Back then I didn't know I might be able to change the outcome of the war. I was just a kid then.

When I asked T to tell me about the mission he thought I might be able to do, he looked to D and had him explain.

"Like T said, we do have a mission for you, however I think it's one doomed to fail. The chance of success is so small, probably less than 1%, but if anyone can do it, it's you. It's an important mission and it'll require all of your skills if you're to pull it off.

"You have to infiltrate LAoV, right up to the leadership, so you can spy on them and let us know every move they plan. That way we can prepare for their attacks long before they strike. You'll have to be a submissive boy slave, one who's willing to do anything the right people demands of him. And you'd have to do it so well so higher ranking officers will desire you. Hopefully they'll demand ownership of you and if you play your cards just right, you may end up being a slave of the very top leader of LAoV. While you do everything to keep your masters happy, you'll gain access to any classified materials you can find and send it back to us."

"You want me to be a slave?"

"Quite simply put, yes. You can also say no, in which case we'll have to work out a way to have you moved from here to a safer location. This is not a place suited for children, certainly not one as bright as you. You'd be wasting your potential here in this bunker."

"Do I have to choose right now?"

"No. Within the next 24 hours will be fine."

"Can I ask my mum what she thinks?"

"Certainly not. She'll only tell you that she wants you safe and sound. Which, I think, all of us really would prefer for you, but that's simply not possible, not right now," T butted in.

***

It pained me not being able to talk to mum about the decision I was supposed to be making. I understood why I couldn't even hint as to what was expected of me, the safety of the organisation was far more important than my insecurity. The connection over which I communicated with mum was encrypted but even the trail of encrypted traffic would be enough to start an investigation if the secret police found out about it. I asked about my father but mum wouldn't tell me anything about him. I wondered if he had been killed in action or perhaps was out on a mission.

At least Lise had opened up to me and whispered in confidence how she no longer needed to sleep with diapers at night. I smiled at what my sister thought was the most important news but deep down I didn't really care. I would've gladly shared my bed with her again even if she had an accident in it. The two and a half minutes were over much too soon again as always and I reluctantly left the monitor I had been sitting in front of while talking to mum and Lise.

***

The next morning I had made up my mind. I sat with D and T at the table and informed them of my choice.

Agree to the mission and become a spy, uh, slave!

Ask to go home to be with your family!

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"It isn't that I want to be a slave. Most of all I only want to go back to my mum and Lise, but I know that won't happen any time soon. If you think I can help end the war sooner by doing this, then I'll do it," I said.

I could tell T wasn't too happy about my choice, he cringed at my words. D on the other hand didn't show any emotions at all, he only nodded at my decision. It was him who responded first as well.

"Okay, Søren. This was essentially what I hoped you'd agree to. Ah, I don't believe in enslaving anyone, let alone little kids, but we desperately need information about LAoV's intentions. We can give it to the commander of the allied coalition so he can counter the attacks. The sooner we get the intel the better, really."

"Wait a minute, D. We can't just throw Søren into the lion's den. He needs to be properly prepped for it."

"And how do you intend to do that? Treat him like a slave while he's here?"

"No. I couldn't do that to anyone, surely not a kid. It would break my heart, but I don't feel comfortable just handing him over to a creep that's going to abuse him from the get go."

"Søren, how would you want to do this?" D asked.

I wasn't prepared for being drawn into their discussion, but quickly considered what would be best.

"Uh… You said the sooner the better, right? Well, I wouldn't like it if you two suddenly started treating me like a slave. Not that it would ever be the same as the real thing anyway. I think it's better if I get started as soon as I can. For real I mean."

"There you have it, T. Let's snap a few photos of Søren, get them online and wait for the right person to take the bait."

"He doesn't look much like a slave to me, not that I've any idea what slaves actually look like. We ought to shave his hair off at least. So the only hair on his body will be his eyebrows. Oh, Søren, I'm sorry, I should've asked before jumping to any conclusions, you are virtually hairless, uh… down there right?"

"I do too have hairs! Like these," I said and pointed at my lower arm.

"Peach fuzz I think it's called," D said, "You can hardly call it hair, but we could wax him. Make him completely hairless all over. We need to make him as appetizing as possible to the kind of men interested in young boys."

"I'm not comfortable with this at all, D."

"It was your idea, T! You can't back out now."

"Fine! But you can get him ready for the photo shoot then. Actually, take the pictures as well, I just can't do it."

"Are you afraid you'll get turned on by it?" D snarled at T.

"I'm not! I just don't want to do it."

"No problem. I'm not in the least worried about being attracted to a small boy. If I liked them, I'd be all over young Søren here. Don't worry, you're quite safe with me," D said and blinked at me.

***

It wasn't all bad sitting and watching my golden locks of hair fall from my head. My hair had grown quite long and I didn't like how it made me look. D used an electric clipper until only stubble remained on my head then covered those with cream from a can. The straight razor he used was much more intimidating. I didn't dare move a muscle all the while he carefully slid it over my scalp, only watched as the quite pale skin appeared from underneath the cream. He put some more cream on the places he wasn't quite satisfied with and spent almost an hour getting rid of every single strand of hair on my head.

"I'm not sure if we should leave your eyebrows or not, Søren. They look a bit out of place. Maybe it's a nice contrast, we'll wait and see."

I didn't much care whether I kept my eyebrows. Compared to the quantity of hair laying in a circle on the floor around the chair, they were pretty insignificant. The warm wax felt sort of nice when he put it on my lower arm, as well as when he put a strip of fabric on it. It stopped feeling nice when he about a minute later yanked it off my arm, removing not only most of the wax but also a decent patch of my silky, almost transparent hair. I had to look closely to make sure he hadn't actually ripped off the skin too like the pain I felt indicated.

Hours later I was reduced to a sobbing mass of hairless boy. Even the smallest of hairs on my earlobes hadn't survived the combination of warm wax and ruthless snatching off the patch of cloth. My skin was now utterly hairless and quite pink like D had slapped me all over. My cheeks burned, both the ones in my face and the ones on my bum. But, they were as hairless as the rest of my body. My eyebrows had been left in place, though.

"Hmm, I can't take pictures of you like this. You look like a pig. Hairless yes, but far too pink. Go take a nice long bath then finish with a cold shower. Hopefully that'll make your skin go back to its original colour. I'll cover your body in baby oil afterwards, that should make some nice reflections from the flash."

***

The photo shoot was just that, D took a lot of pictures of me while I posed in various positions, so many I soon grew bored from it.

"Smile, Søren," D told me repeatedly.

"It's too bad we don't have any bondage equipment or chastity devices to show you off in. But, since you're nude and all, maybe we should at least demonstrate you can get hard. So, do that, make your little pickle nice and hard for the camera. And remember to smile! You're supposed to look like you're enjoying yourself. Not sulk like you're waiting for the executioner to arrive."

I scowled at D while I tried to coerce my worm into an erection. It wasn't easy with the flashgun blinding me every second or so. Finally I could feel it fill up with blood and jut out from my body.

"That's it, Søren. Turn to your left and look over here, not too far, I have to be able to see your pickle. Yes, now, smile!"

I made a grimace at the camera, I'm not sure if it fell under the category of smiles, if it did it had to be a very tired smile.

"Don't you have enough pictures yet? You must've taken hundreds of me by now," I whined.

"I want more of you with your stiff pickle showing. Okay, get down on your knees and sit back on your feet, then spread your knees as wide as you can… Pull some more on your pickle, it's starting to droop. There we go, keep it real hard like that. I love seeing how it flexes in time with your heartbeats. Damn if only my dick could get as stiff as yours. It looks like it'll break off any second."

"It won't, it'll just go back to normal. Do you wanna touch it?"

"Nah, Søren. Like I said, small boys really don't do it for me. I like fat bottomed girls. Not skinny flat-chested boys like you."

I shrugged my shoulders and in that instant D took another picture of me. Then another. He kept taking pictures until the flashgun finally beeped and told him it had run out of battery. By that time I only wanted to go to bed.

I'm never going to be a model!

"You go sleep, Søren. I have hours of more work to do, I need to select the best pictures of you and it'll probably take the entire night just to browse through these."

"That's your own fault. You could've stopped when you had taken just a few of me."

"What, and miss out on the later ones with your pickle sticking out? No, the juicier ones are amongst the last pictures. I'll have a montage ready for when you wake up."

***

Out of the 936 pictures he had taken of me, he had picked out 50 that would be posted to an online forum. I never asked how they had managed to find it, but the forum was for people interested in slaves. Either buying, selling or seeking advice on how to properly take care of them. I didn't spend much time looking at it, the things they discussed there were simply too depraved for me. I did see the sales listing for myself, however. If I have to say so myself, I looked quite nice, even if most of the pictures revealed far more of my body than I felt was strictly necessary, and were quite frankly put inappropriate.

"Søren, It's what the buyers want to see. You saw the other boys for sale. They were far more provocatively arranged. Like the two brothers, remember?"

I did remember. The younger one, not older than perhaps five, held onto his older brother's hard dick. It looked like he had just been sucking on it, since the 5" spear was glistening from what I figured was saliva. All the way down to the hairless pubic bone! It was far more disturbing to me that the little tyke was wearing a black rubber suit covering his entire body except for his mouth, nose and between his legs. The little one was hard too, just like his brother.

"We've put you up for sale as an entry-level slave with rudimentary experience. That means you know or at least you've been told how to behave. If you don't act the way your new owner expects you to, I'm sure he'll waste no time explaining you how to do it. He'll simply punish you. Oh, I've put in that you're no stranger to punishments, but the harshest one so far was a severe hand spanking. I've given you a five out of six star rating in sexual experience, whatever that means. The higher the better or so it seemed. Now, all we can do is wait and see what happens."

I looked at my sales page again, it had a live counter of the people who had loaded it. Already, there were more than 150 people who had checked it out and it had been online for less than twenty minutes. So far, there had been no bids.

I hope there won't be any at all who'll bid on me. I'm not sure I made the right choice to go along with this slave thing.

D let one of the computers show the page continually, even though he was going to get a message when and if someone bid on me. I busied myself with the tablet again, the darn spaceship was just as hard to control as it had been before and the constantly increasing hits counter didn't make it any easier.

***

We ate lunch and then dinner without anything happening other than the hits counter reaching 1000. It seemed more people logged onto the forum in the evenings rather than at day time. A sudden loud *ding* made me crash the spaceship once again and I had been so close to getting clear to the next level.

"We have our first bidder," T told no one in particular.

"What did he offer?" D wanted to know.

"Just 500 Gold. Not even close to the minimum you set."

"If I had put it too low, then anyone could've bought Søren. We want a captain to buy him, not a measly first sergeant."

"How do you know it'll be a military person?" I asked.

"Well, we don't. We won't know for sure until you're able to let us know."

"So it could literally be anyone?"

"Yes. Well, he'd have to be rich, at least able to fork over 5000 Gold, though I hope you'll fetch much more. We could surely use the money. Selling sweets to children doesn't exactly generate a lot of profits."

"How does that auction thing work? Whomever just bid on me, bid 500, but he won't be able to buy me for that?"

"No, if someone wants you he'll need to place a bid of 5000 Gold or more. They can't see that limit however, they can only see that 500 isn't enough."

*Ding*

"Same bidder, this time 1000 Gold. He's hot for your body Søren," D said.

I wrinkled my nose at that information.

"Who is he?"

"There's no way to tell that. It's anonymous bidding. Only once the winner is found will we know his contact information."

"Okay, so if he bids 5000 Gold, then he'll get me?"

"No. Once the limit has been met, other people have up to 2 hours to outbid the first one. If someone does place a higher bid, then the time until the end of the auction is extended. The amount of added time is reduced with the higher bids. So, if someone bids 6000, 90 minutes is added, then someone bids 7000 and 75 minutes is added and so on. Until the very end where only a matter of seconds is added."

"What if someone bids 5000 but no one wants to pay more?"

"Then after the time runs out, he has won the right to buy you. Actually, he has to buy you or he'll be banned from the forum. Like we will have to sell you. That is if we get enough bidders to drive up the price anyway."

*Ding*

"New bidder, 2500 this time. Let's see if the other one wants to play."

We waited for an hour and a half but nothing happened. That's when I decided to go to bed. Yes, I wanted to stay up and see if the limit was reached, however I was tired and it was rather boring just sitting there waiting for something to happen. I figured D or T would wake me if anything exciting happened anyway.

***

"You've been sold while you were snoring," D told me when I tried to get the sleep gunk out of my eyes.

"For how much?"

"We don't know yet, the bidding isn't over yet. So far, it's 17500 Gold."

That was impressing, so much I instantly woke up.

"Who?"

"We can't say. All we can see are their user account numbers on the forum. There were five people interested in you but it dwindled to just the two bidding now. The window is down to four minutes and if no one else bids, you're sold to number 701."

"Did the brothers sell yet?"

"Who? Oh, now I remember. I don't know. Want me to check?"

"Yes, please."

It took a few minutes for D to find the right sales listing, then he informed me it was the same guy who was bidding on me that had won the auction for the brothers.

"How much did he pay for them?"

"25750 Gold. He must be filthy rich when he can afford to pay so much and must have a decent sized house to have three slaves."

It turned out Mr. 701 had to pay 18500 for me, as another guy tried to buy me the very last second before the time ran out. Instantaneously, 701 just increased his bid. Like he had done when others had tried to outbid him. That was enough to discourage any more people from bidding on me.

***

"Søren, we don't have much time. Memorize this address. It's to a computer we own that's connected to the network all the time. You need to fill in all of the address otherwise you'll never be able to connect to the computer," T informed me.

I looked at the piece of paper. Wondering how he thought it would possible for me to memorize anything that looked so random and so long. The first part was easy enough, but the rest, oh boy!

Soren@[6ef1:0db8:a00b:12f0:0aj0:3400:be3c:f001]:34123

"Can't I just take this piece of paper with me? I could put it in a place where only I can find it."

"Sorry, it's just too risky. You simply have to memorize it, you have two days. That's when we have to hand you over to your new owner. Oh, when you type in that address, you'll be asked for a password. It's Slave701. That should be easy to remember at least. Here, try it out on the tablet. You likely won't have a lot of time when you need to use it for real, so keep practicing until you can do it while sleeping."

I took the tablet I had so far only used to play the annoying game on. The one with the spaceship I had to navigate. I pushed the button that said "Exit Game". Then cringed as it asked me if I was sure and that all progress would be lost if I exited the game. I tapped "Yes".

"Okay, find the web browser. Oh, keep in mind, the icon might not look exactly the same on the computer or tablet you'll be using. It shouldn't be too hard to find however. Yep, that's the one. Push the icon and when it has loaded push on the address line. It'll typically be in the top of the window. Again, it might be at the bottom or you may have to slide up or down to get it to show. Right, you now have to punch in the address using the keyboard."

"How do I get it to make that weird looking 'a'?"

"Hit the SYM key, it'll show different keys then."

"Oh wicked. Okay, there's the two dots I'll need, but I don't see the brackets."

"Push the ½ key. See, there are the two brackets."

"Ooh. This'll take like forever to enter. Is this really the only way? Can't you just give me a walkie-talkie or something that'll only require one push and then I'd be able to talk to you?"

"Again, you won't be able to bring anything with you. You'll be completely naked when you're handed over. Quite possibly searched for hidden items of any kind too."

"Searched?"

"Yes, they'll have a look inside your mouth and your other end too."

"How?"

"With a small camera I suppose. They probably wouldn't try to stick their head inside your rear end. It would never fit in there."

Only if it's their smaller head. Why the fuck didn't I choose to just go home? Right, too late for that now. a, 0 and another 0, darn! Only two 0s, not three. Where's the eraser thingy? Oh, right, it's the weird arrow that points to the left. Fuck! Now I erased like 5 of the characters. Hit SYM, then :, then ABC, a, 0, only one more 0, yes! And now b, SYM, :, ABC… How long have I spent now? 90 seconds… This'll take me like the rest of the day to complete!

Finally I got all of the address entered only to be told the address I had entered wasn't valid.

"What the fuck?" I cursed out loud.

"Let me see. Oh, you've put in an uppercase B. All the letters need to be lowercase," T explained and handed me the tablet once more.

"So I have to erase it and type all of that back in?"

"No, you can just tap on the B and erase that, type in the b and tap go."

I did and only seconds later I saw a blank rectangle in the center of the screen.

"Tap anywhere inside the rectangle, then type in the password and tap the Enter key afterwards. The password is case sensitive too."

I sighed deeply and tapped in the password. The screen changed into a split view chat interface. I watched when letters started appearing in the upper half of the screen.

Hello, Søren. This is D typing. Please say hello.

"Hello D," I said.

"Not out loud! Type it," D said.

"But, you're sitting right there."

"Imagine I'm a thousand kilometres away. Now, type."

Helllloo DD

"Okay, you need to tap the letters only once and a bit quicker otherwise it'll just repeat them."

Thhis is hhard

You'll make it work. We still have two days to practice. Ok, log out now and close the browser.

Byee

"No need to waste time on typing bye, Søren. When you log out, just do it promptly. If need be, you can even close the browser without signing out. This page doesn't leave any records on the computer or tablet you've used, so no one will ever be able to tell you've used it. If you leave it exactly like you found it."

***

I spent most of the next two days on the tablet, however not by playing the spaceship game. No, I was doing my best to get the procedure of connecting to the secret site and logging on to it to go as quickly and smoothly as possible. Memorizing the address was made easier since my fingers seemed to be able to remember what digit or letter to press next and I got the whole procedure down to take no longer than 90 seconds. That was still a bit too long for T's liking, but when I tried to rush I just ended up making a lot of mistakes.

We concentrated so much on getting the communication part right because it would be my one and only way to keep in touch with the two men and the rest of the organisation. It left me with little time to worry about what my life as a slave would turn out to be and even less time to worry about all the loose ends of T's plan. There were absolutely no guarantees that I'd be able to get anywhere close to a computer or a tablet and no backup plans if I couldn't gain access to one.

In fact, as D had pointed out before I agreed to go on this mission, there were so many ways this could turn out to be a failure and only a very slim, next to nothing, chance of success.

"Remember Søren, you must make this Mr. 701 happy, but not so happy that he'll never want to sell you if the right price is offered. If a higher ranking officer visits the home of 701, then do whatever you can to make him want to buy you. Lastly, you're a slave now, you do not know the word no. If you ever do say no, you must be prepared to suffer the consequences for doing so."

Why does that sound so familiar? Isn't that what life is supposed to be like?

It was in the middle of the night when D and T led me up the stairs, out through the back entrance of the sweets shop and lifted me into the boot of an old beat up sedan. I had no clue as to what make the car had once been, it seemed to be made up by whatever pieces someone had found to replace the original ones. But the engine cranked over and started and I was taken to meet the man who had purchased me and thus my new owner.

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"I'm sorry, T and D. I'm just a kid and I belong with my family. I miss my mum, even my little sister and I don't want to spend any more time away from them than needed. Thanks for your offer, if I had been a bit older I would've jumped at the chance, but not now. I'll come back when I'm 18 if you still need me then. Which I hope you won't," I explained with a tremor in my voice.

I honestly felt like I was letting them down, but the past year had already demanded so much from me. I wanted nothing else but to go back to being an ignorant boy, whose greatest worries was if he'd like the food being served and how to dodge the school bullies. Spending the rest of my childhood as a slave to people I hated with all my heart or trying to kill them just wasn't something I wanted.

"We understand. The whole idea of having a kid work for us was probably too farfetched anyway. I don't know what I would do if I heard you had gotten killed while working for us," T said.

"Well, as a slave he likely wouldn't have been killed, but you're right T. It's only for the better Søren gets to go home. The problem is, how do we make that happen?" D asked.

"There are transports going back and forth to Torkam, humanitarian aid transports. Maybe we can get him on one of those and then he can just board a plane in Torkam."

"Do you think they'd want to do that? If word got out, they'd be run over by people who wants the same. Remember the refugee camps up north? There are tens of millions of people there, all wanting to get as far away from the war as they can."

"It'll certainly take a lot of diplomacy. Søren would need a passport first of all, and it isn't like there's an embassy down the road from here. In fact the one that was in this country was evacuated ten months ago. Never mind that now. Søren, let's see if your mum is home, shall we?"

"Yes! Please!"

***

"Mum! Guess what?" I said excitedly.

"What, Søren? We don't have enough time for this."

"I'm coming home!"

"What? How? When?"

My mum seemed flabbergasted but no less happy of the news I had for her.

"Yes, I'm really coming home to you, I don't know how or when right now though. Uh, I'll need my passport. I don't know how to get it."

"Well, that's something I can work on from this end. I'll need a picture of you."

"Duh, you're looking at me!"

"For the passport, Søren! Don't get cheeky with me. Even if you've been gone for a year, don't for one second think you're too old to get a sound spanking."

"I'd be happy to let you spank me, mum! Uh wait! That didn't come out the way it was supposed to."

"It had better not, young man. No, jokes aside, I know what you meant. However, I'd happily squeeze you to death from hugging you."

"Eh, then a spanking might be better. At least I won't die from one of those. Oh, it's time to go mum. I'll talk to you again tonight. Bye, love you!"

"Love you more."

"I love you the mo… Aw, man! D? why do you always do that?"

"Sorry, young man, we can't go over the time. Two and a half minutes, and you do know it."

"But I only needed one more second to finish."

"Well, next time you need to talk faster. I don't cut the connection, by the way, the computer does it automatically."

"It still isn't fair."

"It is what it is. Now, your mum needs a picture of you. I'm sure we can take one that'll make her happy. First, I think we should cut your hair though. It's getting so long it's hard to tell whether you're a pretty girl or a naughty boy."

"I'm not a girl! Where are the scissors? I'll cut it myself."

"I have an electric clipper, let's use that. I think I can make it look somewhat nicer and more appropriate for a young boy."

***

D wasn't wrong, I did look sort of like a girl, but fortunately it didn't take him longer than thirty minutes to give me a rather nice hairdo. The hair on the edges of my head and in my nape was cut so short I nearly looked bald and the hair on top of my head was about 2 or 3 centimetres and my bangs a little longer.

"You should've been a hairdresser," I told him after he had finished with me.

"I used to be one. Glad you appreciate the 'do."

"Do I have to use hair wax now? Or gel? Please don't tell me I have to use hair spray!"

"You don't need to use any of those, even if you'll just let your bangs hang down, you'll look splendid."

"Phew, I thought you had made it so I'd have to spend hours in front of a mirror before leaving the house."

"No, no, no. Even if you don't use a comb or a brush in the morning the tussled look will still look super cute. I mean, you'd probably look a bit younger than you really are but it'll still look nice."

"Hmm, maybe I will use a bit of wax or something then."

I certainly don't want to look any younger! I'm ten! I want to look at least that.

"Let's go talk to T. He may have managed to work out something regarding your long travel home."

"I hope it won't be too long. It's already taken me a year to get to here."

***

"Well, like we expected none of the humanitarian aid foundations are interested in letting you travel on one of their trucks," T explained, "They all said how they would've wished they could, but they simply can't."

"Figures. So what now? I stay here? Now that I got my hair all ready for travelling?"

"We still have some we can ask. It won't be as official as the well-known foundations, but I suppose with the right kind of lubrication they'd be interested."

I got the chills when I heard T use the word lubrication. In my eyes, that was something primarily used for enabling a much too large object to be forced deep into my bum. Though, depending on what mood I was in, I rather enjoyed the feeling of something hard pushing inside of me. I was still terribly mixed up about sex back then. Can you blame me for that, though?

"Some people aren't too proud to take a bribe. However, can we afford it?"

"Not unless they'd take a bribe in sweets. Søren, does your mother have any money?" T asked me.

"Uh, I don't know. I don't think so. Not a whole lot anyway."

My mum was a housewife and I doubted my father made a lot of money by being an officer in the army. So, unless they had put money aside, my mum wouldn't be able to pay for my travels.

"Damn. Well, let's take a couple of mugshots of you. You'll need a passport no matter what, well unless you've changed your mind and want to do the mission instead," D said.

"No, sorry. I've made my mind up, I'm going home, one way or the other."

"Right, follow me, I have a camera. It's about time I got to use it too."

***

The flash blinded me but D berated me when I closed my eyes just as it went off. So I forced myself to stare into the camera lens and keep my eyes open even when the powerful flashgun went off. He only took five pictures all in all, with varying settings on the camera.

"We want you to look nice for your passport. You'll probably be able to use it for at least five years. Good thing that tunic makes it look like you're wearing a t-shirt."

We walked into the main operations room of the bunker, where T sat.

"I just confirmed it with your mother, there's no money to be wired from her end," he told me.

"You spoke to my mum? Without me?"

I was hurt. She was my mum, not just a nice lady he could talk to whenever he felt like it.

"Yes. I'm sorry, I thought it best to do it without you present."

"I still get to talk to her later?"

"Yes. Of course."

"Okay. So, who do I have to fuck to catch a ride to Torkam?"

D nearly spat coffee all over the table when he heard me talk like that.

"Well, that's how it works in'it? If you don't got no money you gotta go with what you have?"

"Let's worry about the specifics when we get to them. For now, we need to email a picture of you to your mum. Then she can have a passport made out for you and send it to us. It'll take a couple of weeks at least. The postal service in this country is a bit slow but rather reliable. At least, if your mum mails the passport exactly like I explained her to."

***

D selected the picture and sent it to my mum. It wasn't the one I wanted but it was what he deemed the best for an official document. I spent the time waiting for the passport to arrive getting on both men's nerves. I wasn't used to being cooped up underground for so long and it was terribly boring even if I had a tablet I could play games on. At last my mum told me she had sent an envelope with the passport inside. She had lined it with tinfoil, like T had told her to, so it wouldn't be too easy for someone to see what was in the envelope.

The letter had been sent express, but on the average it would still take two weeks for a letter from the North to arrive in this middle-eastern country. Now, we had to start worrying about how to pay for the first and most dangerous part of my journey. My mum had already paid for an airline ticket from Torkam to the capitol of my country, all it needed was a departure date.

I don't know how she managed to find the money for the plane ticket as it certainly couldn't be cheap, since I was a child travelling alone and needed a chaperone to accompany me to and from the planes at the airports. There were no direct flights from Torkam, I had to make a stopover in the capitol of a larger country, then go from there to my own. The thought of needing an escort to get me to the proper gate and make sure I found my seat on the plane seemed absurd to me.

I've managed without a chaperone for a year now. Surely, a short walk inside an airport can't be so bad. What's the worst that could happen? Me being raped? Hmpf, been there done that.

***

The travel home actually went without any noteworthy comments, I didn't have to fuck anyone, nor let anyone fuck me to catch a ride, as a TV crew returning from reporting near the warzone kindly offered to bring me along in their large van. It was only a reporter and camera operator so calling them a crew is probably a bit misleading. I didn't tell them anything about what had happened to me, I didn't want all of the world, least of all my mum, to know every little thing I had done to survive.

The chaperones at the airports were people I'd never hire for a job like that, they seemed to care very little about my well-being. As long as I got on the proper plane they seemed to think their job was done. Had I been a normal 10 year-old, I would probably have gotten lost. The last one in the capitol of my country just pointed out where the exit was and I had to deal with the passport control myself. The policeman in the little cubicle flashed me a smile and welcomed me home. If only he had known what I'd been through, I'm sure he would've done more than just smile.

But, when I finally saw my mum waiting for me outside the double doors that spat out incoming passengers, I ran and nearly toppled her over when I hugged her with all my strength. Lise was there too, and I picked her up and gave her a whirl in the air, just like I had done when she was four.

"Søren! Put me down!" She shrieked, "I'm not a little girl anymore."

I suppose, when a girl is five, almost six years old she's all of a sudden a little lady and no longer a girl. She did ask me to sit on the middle seat in the rear of mum's car so she could hold my hand all the way home from the airport.

One final surprise awaited me when we finally got home. Well, several surprises really, like a new bicycle and helmet, but one outdid all the rest by miles.

"Gustav?!" I cried.

I couldn't believe my eyes, but there was my best friend from the army base. He looked none the worse since I last had seen him, surely he didn't look like he had been flattened by a multi-story house.

"Søren! I've missed you," he said as he hugged me.

"Boy, have I got some wicked secrets to let you in on," I whispered to him. The little eight year-old boy was about to learn everything you could possibly do with your worm, bum hole and mouth. I'd show him that you could do so much more than just wee, poo and eat with them. And wether he'd like it or not, I didn't really care. I was bigger than him and in one way or another, he'd do whatever I wanted him to. I was sure that at least I would love every second of it.

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