Skrimshaw

The Scholarship Boy

An Asian Tale

Chapters VI-VIII

Chapter VIa
Developing Relationships…

"Well I must say my little tale seems not to have outraged your sense of decency but rather aroused your interest and further more has aroused something else."

He stared pointedly and where my throbbing cock tented my sarong.

"Well as my tale of boy sex seems to please you I will try and fill you in with a few more salacious anecdotes and then bring it to a swift and perhaps inconclusive end. I am expecting visitors at three but of course you are most welcome to stay on. Perhaps overnight and join us on a little excursion tomorrow?"

The prospect seemed to bode of a neo colonial happening, perhaps afternoon tea, polite inconsequence, mild inebriation in the evening hours and a lonely bed. None the less not wishing to offend I expressed my thanks and accepted. I could always make my excuses in the early morning, cruise the waterfront and pick from scores of street boys and trash scavengers who congregated there, after sleeping in some filthy nest, to wash and swim naked. One or more would be sure to be bold or desperate enough to accept my advances.

"I am very pleased you have the time, I think we will manage to surprise and entertain you. But now time is pressing and I must continue if that would please you?"

"Of course boys are incredibly resilient, even if cut and bruised like Milo, and my pair bounced back quickly. After washing off the filth from their naked bodies they lit a fire. I used my fishing rod to hook them some lunch. A banana leaf of rice and fish, a short sleep and they were ready for round two! So was I!

"Although I did not realise it then this little speech marked a subtle shift in the relationships between us. Then I only admired and lusted after the lithe body of the boy who was offering himself satiate my darkest lusts. With his delicate features and his shining black hair now down on to his shoulders he was as pretty as any girl. The effect was heightened by the pony tail tied up on the top of his head with a piece of florescent fishing twine and the tropical bloom he had picked and pushed behind his ear. Yet his lightly muscled naked body, adorned only the charm string with its little leather bag about his flat belly, was all boy. The long, thin and uncut cock rigid and pulsing confirmed it. The ambiguity of gender was beginning to intrigue me.

"But lust was building too fast for contemplation. Milo helped me pull the unresisting boy and secure him spread eagled between the trees as Milo had been that morning. Like Milo, Mudi hung and suffered there as we abused his delicious body. Like him too his face was streaked with drool, snot and tears as he writhed, sobbed and screamed. He did not use the words that would release him. All this did not satiate my sadistic lust, I wanted something special, something dangerous and challenging to the boy, something that tested the boundaries of the turn on I got from a boy's suffering. Then I remembered the fishing rod, the trill of playing a small fish to see it lie gasping at my feet hook embedded in tender mouth. I outlined the game I had in mind two the two boys. Milo bubbled over with sadistic and libidinous glee.

"I turned to Mudi hanging from his bound wrists. I needed to know if he would go as far as I planned.

"Now I knew that we were not going to let him drown and there were no real crocodiles, probably all been hunted and eaten by local boys! The same boys who told tales to each other after dark 'of white ghost crocodiles who tear young boys limb from limb if they go naked into the shallows to take a shit after dark' and pissed themselves in terror at the thought. So my words terrified this boy in a deeply satisfying manner, yet enough courage remained to accept the challenge of his impeding ordeal.

"I ordered Milo to take most of our picnic and toys back to the ship and make provisions for our 'big game fishing' there whilst I prepared Mudi. I sucked his cock to make sure he was fully hard and let him sniff the last of the Poppers. I then bound an oiled leather thong tightly round his scrotum pushing the testicles away from his body and then round the base of his cock pulling each knot so tight that the boys grunted in pain. This had the double effect of making the darkening cock very and permanently hard until the thong was released and retracting the boy's ample foreskin to expose the purple glans and moist piss slit like the mouth of a little fish. I released his ankles and let him down to stand shaking with fear in front of me. Finally I bound his arms tightly behind his back with lashings above the elbows and round the wrists. He looked completely vulnerable and delicious by the time Milo got back with the end of the fishing line and three of my biggest fish hooks. These had long wire traces for shark fishing to which I knotted the single line.

"The twelve year olds cock was visibly throbbing to his racing heart beat as I peeled the long foreskin back further fully exposing the now dark purple glans. The piss slit was slightly open with a drop of crystal pre cum glistening on it. The boy was trembling with terror but made no attempt to run, was he resigned to his fate or positively aroused by the impeding pain? Whatever nothing could have prepared him for the agony that would soon engulf him. I got Milo to go behind him and hold him steady until I had done the deed then release him. Then I inserted the point of the fish first hook into the boy's piss slit and without allowing him time to protest drove it in and downwards to emerge half way along the underside of the glans in the fashion of a Prince Albert piercing. The effect on the boy was electrifying, he screamed like a stuck pig and sank to his knees on the ground. He then threw his torso backwards and fell on to his back into the mud, his legs thrashed around spastically and still he screamed. Finally his whole body went rigid, raised in a bow on his shoulders and heels, every muscle tensed to tearing point in the searing agony that coursed through his body. I knelt beside him and ran my hands over his smooth flesh feeling the tremors of his tortured body, Milo handed me the second trace and I drove the fish hook through the boy's left pectoral muscle from one side of the dark flesh of the nipple aureole to the other. I was handed the third hook and drove it through the right aureole. Crimson blood oozed from the entry and exit wounds and down his brown flanks. His body arched even higher in agony and he thrashed his pretty head from side to side as he screamed. After what seemed an eternity he screamed himself out and his muscles could no longer support him. He slumped to lie twitching and moaning in the mud.

"Milo and I left the boy bleeding profusely, lying there, groaning and paddled the canoe back to the ship. There I handed my carbon fibre sea rod to Milo.

"Milo reeled in a little until he felt the first resistance, tensed all his muscles and raised the rod up and backwards in a classic strike. I watched the effect on the prone boy on the foreshore. He screamed, perhaps even louder than before, as the hook tore at his most sensitive of membranes, staggered drunkenly to his feet trying ease the pain by giving ground towards the pull on his cock. Soon he was on the edge of the creek ankle deep in water but then the awful prospect of drowning or being torn limb from limb by a crocodile reached his pain fuddle brain, overrode the agonies in his cock and tits, and he made a wild dash to safer ground. The reel screamed as Milo let the boy run with the line. When Mudi collapsed in exhaustion the pressure was put on again and gradually the resisting boy was coaxed back to the water's edge and this time a little further until he was knee deep before he panicked and ran again. Twice more Milo let the boy run and worked him back to the water each time a little nearer the anchored ship and into a little deeper water. Finally Milo had run out of strength and with Mudi now struggling with the water up to his balls he handed the rod to me. Mudi was now completely terrified that the crocodiles would soon come for him, indeed they might well have done so had there been any, for the water was staining crimson from the blood that oozed from the boy's torn cock head and flowed down his heaving chest from his wounded tits.

"As I worked the boy into deeper and deeper water the awful possibility of feeling teeth tearing his soft flesh and crunching through thin bones increased in his imagination and his abject terror grew. His struggles and continual keening grew increasingly erotic too! Finally he was up to his neck and about 10m [30 feet] away from the side of the ship. I gave a sharp snatch on the rod, Mudi gave more ground, lost his footing and began thrash in panic, unable to swim with his bound arms, he started to drown. I savoured the boy's frantic struggles for about five minutes but relented as he weakened and went under more often. I pulled him to the surface where he coughed and gasped. I dragged his upper body clear of the water mainly using the hooks in his pectorals until I could get a grip on his bound arms, Milo grabbed his hair and with one heave we hoisted the unresisting boy over the rail to land with a wet thump on the deck planks. Mudi lay there retching up creek water and gasping whilst I used my pliers to cut off the wire traces, leaving the hooks in the boy's flesh. Just like a prize specimen big game fish!

"Now both Milo and I were obsessed with the lust that defies reason or compassion demands to be satiated. We picked up the gasping boy and threw him roughly on to the rough boards that close off the cargo hatch. I knelt at his head and pulled his heels up either side of his head. There, despite hiss feeble cries and struggles, Milo took him roughly and with considerable force driving Mudi's body across the splintered boards. His teen body spasmed in an orgasm undiminished by his injuries and he jetted copious amounts of cum into the younger boy's guts. My cock would not be denied and I took the boy even more forcefully. Mudi screamed and pleaded to be fucked harder and deeper; I noted with great satisfaction that despite his pain and exhaustion Mudi was using his sphincter muscles to grip my cock as I pounded into him. I must have been hitting the boy's prostrate because he gasped and shuddered in the grip of an intense anal orgasm despite his wounded cock. I came copiously and intensely, rested a while as Milo fucked him again, then I fucked the now gaping anus as an encore.

"Mudi lay shagged out in all senses of the term. His asscunt leaked brown slime, blood and semen and his body was bruised and bloody, yet after half an hour he came to considerably. He raised himself on one elbow and boasted..

"Milo added.

"From this moment on our relationships changed subtlely. Mudi had found his level as a passive and somewhat effeminate masochist 'bottom'. Milo, though still more than willing to accommodate my lusts, even though he was obliged to do so, was developing into a somewhat sadistic 'top'. Both boys had now explored extreme levels of pain, confirmed their inherent fascination in offering their willing bodies for abuse and found fulfilment in the release that comes from pain enhanced sex. And me? I suppose I had established a boundary to my own sadism and I now knew that to merely use a boy lacked true satisfaction, it needed his active participation to achieve that. I was starting to feel strong emotions towards the pair of them whatever they were! Perhaps love would be too romantic a notion but a strong bond develops between a master and his willing slave boys.

Chapter VIb
…and a Taste of the Delights of Civilisation

"In a way I dreaded reaching comparative civilisation, perhaps wondering if those strong master-slave bonds that had developed would survive the culture shock. Wondering too what my pair of naked savages would look like wearing clothes, however brief, for the first time in over a month. However it was imperative that we replenish stores, water, fuel, beer, whisky and other essentials. These were my needs mainly. Fortunately the boys had thrived on three to four meals of rice a day plus all the fish they were given indulgence to catch or scrounge from passing fishing boats. They were also given licence to scavenge for unwanted coconuts or bananas. A 25 kg [55 pounds] sack of rice, a pack of 60 tea bags, 2 kg [4½ pound] of sugar and 6 cans of condensed milk had lasted them for the full month they had been my slave boys. This diet plus continual hard living had toned them down nicely and neither had any fat on their lithe young bodies.

"Perhaps to delay the dreaded moment of having to deal with the hassle of finding stores and fighting through crowds we first put into the river estuary just South of the main port. This was partly isolated but crossed up by a bridge further up. This was busy with traffic, occasional members of the local population frequented the banks, just a first taste of civilisation. Here there was also at anchor a medium sized sailing vessel clearly belonging to one of the 'sea gypsy' families. It seemed to have a older guy in charge and about half a dozen young men and youths as crew. There was also a gaggle of pubescent boys swimming and diving naked from the bowsprit. Interesting! It seemed the shorts could wait for my pair!

"After a decent pause to let us get straightened out a canoe put out from the other vessel. Well actually the pause was for me to savour the delights of a mug of tea whilst savouring the delights of watching my naked slave boys tidy up the ship and scrub the decks. It came alongside and in it was a late teenaged youth clad in a pair of torn cut off jeans hug so far down on his lean hips that they left little to the imagination, two small pre pubescent boys clad in nothing but the charm cord around their slender hips that set the imagination racing… and a fat blue fin tuna that stirred the imagination of fresh grilled fish for lunch. All three were exceptional hansom and grinning in exuberant pleasure of meeting. The youth explained their mission.

"The two small boys scrambled on board, both displaying stiff little un cut cocks and to dispel any illusion of innocence knelt on the hatch top, thrust their rumps in the air and reached behind them to pull their buttocks apart. Both their anuses were somewhat inflamed and open, obviously well and recently used. Nobody other than some Western do-gooder should be surprised at this, when men and youths are away from the comforts and strictures of home it's to the young boys that accompany them they turn in order to satiate their lusts. In return the younger boy is protected and instructed in order to facilitate his passage to maturity. It's an age old arrangement that, as you well know, fulfils the needs of both man and boy.

"I commented to the youth Bari that his little brothers were indeed pleasing and well worth the remaining two cases of beer and one third empty bottle of arak. The youth offered that they could be left on board for the rest of the day to use as I pleased. He insisted that I could use the rattan on them and a few bruises would be considered evidence of satisfaction but he was adamant that 'jiggy jiggy' was forbidden for adults, but not between under aged boys, until after sunset and evening prayers (around about 6pm this close to the equator). After that time I was to deliver Milo, Mudi and the booze to his father's ship. I could keep the little boys to entertain me until morning or come to the sailing ship with them to join in the fun. I told the youth that I would be delighted to join in what promised to be a memorable event for a couple of hours then take my new toys back to play for the rest of the night.

"So it proved. My pair were delighted to have a younger pair to haze round the decks with the rattan as all four cleaned the fish, boiled the last of the rice and grilled the fish on the barbeque. After lunch they lay embraced together with distended brown bellies like a litter of pups. It was becoming obvious that Milo was getting the hots for the 9 year-old who was responding in kind to his advances. Then he plucked up enough courage to make a request.

"As it had now been over a week since our epic session in the creek during which period I had forbidden sex to aid their recovery, so I guess he needed release and was pleased to give my approval. With the condition he did the deed down in the hold in order to avoid giving offense. I asked Mudi if he wanted to fuck the bigger boy to make up a foursome. The answer confirmed his new and chosen role.

So my pair played little boy games down in the hold and I watched their writhing brown bodies with pleasure. As darkness fell I donned my best silk sarong, Milo and Mudi were given also given sarongs. (Authors note; This is a tube of brightly patterned cotton or silk work round the waist in Malay cultures. Often like the kilt there is nothing worn underneath!). Theirs they wore in the rakish fashion of village boys, in a loop across one shoulder hanging down to the opposite hip. As another concession to more civilised ways I had unlocked and removed their slave collars for the first time in a month. The little sea gypsy boys of course stayed the way they were born. Me, the beer and Mudi in one canoe and the rest of the boys in the second canoe, we paddled over to the other vessel.

"In the gathering dark I spent a memorable couple of hours chatting to the father of Bari and drinking beer. His two young sons squatted beside me naked, hard, and unashamed and I fondled their pretty heads and strong shoulders. He said that they fished the offshore reefs for tropical crayfish. The boys free dived to search the shallower reef. They spent most of the daylight hours in or under the water and when questioned said of course they dived naked. No wonder their lithe a muscled bodies, toned to perfection were quite unlike the soft bodies of boys from a sheltered and affluent upbringing. The youths and men used an old compressor to go deeper and stay down longer, a very risky way of diving. Their life was no romantic idyll. He told me that injury and death were not unknown; six months previously they had hauled his 14 year-old nephew out of the water after the boy had dived to deep and too long in one of his first compressor dives. The boy had writhed his last hours away on the ship's deck in the unspeakable agonies of 'the bends'.

"In addition to the Captain and his two young sons there were two older men and four youths in the crew, also a boy about the same age as Milo. Milo and Mudi had joined this group were squatting in a circle round the dim glow of an oil lamp, they were all drinking my beer with enthusiasm and were losing all inhibitions. Then in the partial anonymity of the tropical dusk all hell broke loose on deck. The three boys were ordered into the middle of the circle and to strip off their minimal clothing to claps and lewd jeers. Then the rough games began. Basically the three boys were given licence to taunt, flaunt their charms, act as little cock teases but try to avoid being caught. The youths and young men did their best to catch them and force them to accept sex. All three boys were by this time somewhat drunk and responded with enthusiasm. Foul mouthed taunts gave way to squeals and thumps and finally screams, groans and the sounds of flesh against flesh in rhythmic thrusts. Each boy was caught and dragged into the middle of the deck to be comprehensively raped one end or the other. Often both ends at once. Released and then hunted down again. My pair excelled themselves but Mudi gave the star performance. He was caught last, dragged out of the rigging and over to where Bari lay stroking his big cock. My boy was forced to straddle the youth, impale himself and start ridding the cock. He screamed as it parted his anus but it was clear it was as much in lust as it was in pain. Bari wanted more and reached up and grabbed the two loops of fishing line I'd put through the boys tits after taking the fish hooks out. These were to keep the piercings open ready for proper nipple rings but they were ideal to inflict pain on the boy who responded with increased lust. He was now centre of attention. One of the older guys roughly wanked the boy' cock then from somewhere produced a chop stick and shoved it into the piss slit. Mudi howled but kept driving himself down on the youths cock. Another youth, maybe early 20's, addressed the captain, Bari's father in their own language. The captain translated for me.

"Milo had always been turned on by being whipped so I had no problem consenting to his abuse. Mudi had lusted after a painful rape but I still needed some sort of agreement from both of them. I asked in English which we three alone understood.

"The captain grinned in lust and told Udin to get on with Mudi's nemesis. I found myself positively trembling with lust at the prospect and need to do something about. I moved my hand down to the 11-year-old's chest, found his tit and pinched hard. The boys squealed and arched his body backward and his hips upward thrusting his hairless pubis and hard little cock in the air.

"There was one youth at each side of Mudi holding his arms out from his side. The older man who had shoved the chopstick up his piss slit stood facing my boy with a tight grip on a handful of his abundant hair. Udin knelt behind Mudi, spat on his cock and gripped it lining it up with Bari's cock that was still penetrating the boy's stretched anus. Then with it one massive push that flexed his muscular buttocks he gained entry. Mudi bucked and screamed with the intense pain of his violation but Udin gripped the boy round the throat stifling his noise. As the boy gasped the guy holding his hair thrust his cock down his throat. The captain barked an order and the teenaged sea gypsy boy crawled between the rutting group, pulled the chopstick out of Mudi's rampant cock and started sucking him. This left one older man out the action and he took the sea gypsy teen's raised arse with rough thrusts. I have never seen before or since seen a boy so compressively raped as Mudi was, it was deeply satisfying to watch. I hoped the little slut was finding it equally satisfying to be the subject of such intense action.

"When the group lay satiated and exhausted I went over to Mudi to check if he had survived his ordeal relatively unscathed. He was curled up foetal position moaning softly. His anus was badly bruised, leaking gut slime, blood and semen but he did not seem to have been torn as I feared. No doubt in the fullness of time the stressed sphincter muscle would close up somewhat but now his rear end gaped blackly and looked big enough to fist the boy. I lifted his head and he stared at me groggily; semen, snot and tears smeared over his pretty face.

"All uncertainty of the sort of future not yet thirteen year old boy had set out for himself was removed. Now I had to see what the Captain had planned for my other slave boy. He had Milo and the sea gypsy teen stand in front of him, the pair were much of a size and stature and both cocks jutted out from a hairless pubis and glistening pre cum from all the sex but no release. The man fondled the boys and they humped their bellies and groaned. The rest of the crew although satiated for the moment gathered round to watch the fun. The captain spoke to the pair…

"However I had enough spectator sports and wanted action, so did the captain's small sons who were pulling at my arm and pointing to my ship. Yet I stayed a while to see Bari and Udin spreading the two teenagers legs to lash their ankles to bamboo poles, then their wrists were tied, ropes were tied to the bamboos and the boys swiftly hoisted. They were made fast to hang from their heels with their heads waist height off the deck. Their bodies were painfully stretched, spread open and vulnerable. As usual Milo's sphincter could not hold back from the thrill and fear he got from being bound, helpless and awaiting, longing, for the pain to start. The piss dribbled down his stretched belly and heaving chest. I wished Milo luck and left him to the tender mercies of a captain who was out to impress his crew. As I left he was hefting a broad, flat piece of bamboo, polished with much use and about 1 m [3 foot] long. I noted with satisfaction this would hurt their tender flesh like hell, but leave no cuts or bruises. He was explaining to them…

" The 9-year- and 11-year-olds proved excellent little fisher boys, fully skilled in handling the canoe. As they paddled me across the still night waters the crack of wood against boy flesh was interspersed with adolescent screams drifted and across to us. The trucks and cars, symbol of civilisation, rumbled over the bridge. The occupants oblivious to the primeval rituals that were being played out on the river below as Milo and his opponent demonstrated their courage and fortitude for the entertainment of those with power over their nubile minds and bodies.

"When we got aboard the captains son's demonstrated they were adept in those other requisite skills for pretty boys to survive and flourish at sea, they were practiced little catamites that did not require soft handling. They responded with enthusiastic squeals and groans. The 9-year-old was especially responsive, my first time with a boy this age and it made me think of the possibilities of seducing my boys' younger brothers when we got back.

"As dawn started breaking they roused me, solemnly thanked me, shaking my hand and touching their forehead to the gripped hand. They stood poised and beautiful on the rail, dived cleanly into the water and swam like little brown dolphins back to their ship. A few minutes later Milo and Mudi paddled both our second canoe back. They were soiled and exhausted but Milo still wanted to boast of their adventure.

"It did seem that their normally flat bellies were somewhat filled out! I let them sleep and have sweet dreams of the orgy they had enjoyed;

"On the sailing vessel men, youths and boys dressed in bright coloured sarongs and formal shirts performed the morning prayers with devotion. Then returned to working garb of torn jeans for the youths and men, nudity for the three boys. The big mainsail was hoisted, the anchor weighed and the vessel ghosted out to sea on the current. As it passed the 11-year and 9-year-old captain's sons waved cheerfully and blew kisses. Milo and Mudi waved and kissed back. The captain called out…

"Safe voyage captain! Both boys you very strong and willing! Very good to fuck!"

"It is the nature of voyages to make acquaintances that briefly flare into intimacy, then culminate in partings never knowing if either will meet again. But it had been good for my slave boys to experience their first contact with the delights of civilisation in such a fashion. Now we were bound for the seaport city on the evening tide. Here my slave boys would have to learn to hide their bodies and their natures from the forces of Western sponsored morality. None the less there would many lusting after their nubile bodies and wish to use them for their own pleasure. Few would do so with such uncomplicated animal lust and sexuality as the sea gypsies had displayed.

Chapter VII
City Ways

Part a: Shopping and Civic Improvement Projects

"Patience my friend my tale is exciting you but it will soon be finished, then maybe there will be a chance for you satiate your lusts? But let me tell you about our stay in a moral and law abiding seaport city.

"We anchored off the promenade and tourist beach, very like the one in this, our home, port. It was getting dusk and lights and the hubbub of humanity and commerce reached out towards us. It was very exciting. Of course my slave boys wanted permission to rush ashore and chill out. I reprimanded them sternly and reminded them that such licence was the privilege of boys who had not been sold into slavery, albeit slavery of a consensual and temporary nature. Much work and excitement was in store for them and they needed a full nights rest for an early start to prepare them for a busy day. They needed little coaxing to accept this, a mixture of fatigue and dutiful obedience to their Master. I wondered if the bond that had built between us would stand the challenges and temptations of city ways. Maybe they would do a runner to bask in the decadence of the stews, until inevitably, without local close family to protect, would be picked up by a 'child protection' group or the police. Neither would give them an easy time! It would be a real test of their loyalty to me as well as a challenge to bridle, or at least channel to a discrete venue, their burgeoning sexuality.

"The boys woke early bubbling with excitement and scurried about their morning duties in their accustomed state of nudity and visible arousal. Although this was no problem anchored off the town beach, they needed to be dressed to go into town to buy stores. I had planned for this and had bought suitable clothing and had it altered to suit my tastes before the boys joined me and we left on our voyage of discovery and adventure. For both boys black leather studded collars replaced the padlocked stainless steel ones. For Milo there were denim shorts a size small so very snug. I'd had the local tailor cut the legs as short as possible and with a low waist band they showed off his lean body to perfection, especially as of course there were no underpants to spoil the line of his tight little buns. Over his torso stretched a sleeveless white tank top, also cut short by the tailor so it barely covered his belly button. I gave him a pair of moderately expensive thong sandals to wear.

For Mudi I first spent some time braiding his long hair and working some blue beads into it Afro style, the bangs hung down over his cheeks and down over his long neck. I added a blue bead necklace and with his fine girlish features he looked stunningly pretty. The paradox of his fine boned beauty and his boyish, well toned body with its hard little cock jutting up towards the flat belly was delicious, like a Greek statue of a pubescent Hermaphrodite! His pierced cock still sported a little loop of fishing line to keep the puncture open for his promised Prince Albert ring, the same treatment was still in place on his nipples. I used the cock loop to tie his penis to his charm string so it lay flat against his belly. Thus he would be saved the problem of blowing his cover too soon with a visible stiffie! I gave him a pair of girl's very tight black Lycra thong panties, the tiny strip of cloth at the front barely concealed his penis and the narrow tape at the back disappeared into his butt crack.

Milo sulked a bit and said why could he not have the same, so I promised a second pair for the evening event. When I finished my no 2 boy off with a denim mini skirt, a pink halter top, and raised heel sandals, he really looked like a sexy little Lolita just begging to have her immature cunt filled, which in way was exactly what he was. Milo whistled in admiration.

"I kitted both slave boys out with loose tee shirts to hide their charms in the shops and super market if they attracted too much attention and gave them a small back pack each; They were told this was going to be their school bag at the end of the trip. I took a risk, or perhaps a test of loyalty and gave them the local equivalent of 50$ [€30] each, if they ran off with it… good riddance, if they bought stores and came back they would prove themselves! Once ashore I hired one of the street brats to guard the canoes and hired a couple of pedicabs for the day. I selected two pedalled by nice looking pubescent boys of about 13 years. They asked for 1$ [€0.60] to work till dark, I told them there would be a bonus if they discarded their tee shirts and laboured half naked in just the ragged shorts they wore, there is something really hedonistic about seeing a boy in this state streaming with sweat as he strains at the pedals in the tropical sun, whilst one rests in comfort in the seat!

"It would be boring to relate details of shopping for stores, sufficient to say the boys came back with a loaded backpacks, sacks of rice and cardboard boxes filling the pedicab and them equally full of self importance, so my trust was rewarded.

"They giggled with delight at their provocation. I was delighted by not only their safe and prompt return with everything bought on their lists but also the solemn return of the right amount of change, 'money come back,' to be exact 27$ and 60cents [€17.25]; We loaded the stores onto the ship, then I bought both slave boys gold tit rings and of course the promised Prince Albert for Mudi. Loyal service deserves reward and anyway it would make them look even sexier!

"We got some fried rice from a roadside stall and to their delight and surprise treated the two pedicad boys to the same food as we ate. By this time their lean muscled bodies were slick with sweat from their exertion under the noon sun, onto this was applied a good layer of grime from the roads thrown up by passing trucks and cars. These kids have a hard life but they were very cheerful on it and clad only in torn cut off jean shorts they looked very sexy. I told them so and they giggled and preened at the compliment. I got their street names, 'Di for the smaller one. 'Sar was slightly older, bolder and with more cheek, even asking if liked looking at and playing with boys. I confirmed that I did and could they suggest some 'boy watching' activities for the rest of the day? They chatted over possibilities and suggested an itinerary that sounded exciting. I readily agreed.

"The first stop was to a waterfront bar and restaurant that had four floors overlooking the harbour. The pedicab boys said that floor 1 was for local families, floor 2 was for tourists, floor 3 was for local dignitaries, police and businessmen to drink the alcohol that is forbidden them under their religion and some would then pay a 'cover charge' move upstairs to the roof patio garden indulge in underage sex and watch floor shows… which of course is also forbidden. I was assured that this was no problem as all of the young 'girls' available were in fact boys!

After introductions I sat with Ali the patron drinking coffee. After establishing the rumours were broadly true I explained that Milo and Mudi were my slaves, would do anything I ordered them to, and that it would please me to place them at the disposal of Ali and his honoured clientele and watch the action. He readily agreed and asked if the pedicab boys were included? They could help to get my pair inside as well. I called 'Sar and 'Di over, made some very indecent and painful suggestions… they agreed to put on a floor show with alacrity and agreed to show Milo and Mudi the hidden 'boys' back entrance. Ali was at pains to stress that things could get a bit rough, I would have to surrender the boys to whatever fate held in store for them, free to partake or just enjoy vicariously the action. The prospect was very stimulating, a sailor in port needs some fresh challenges! I assured him that I enjoyed rough action; and any action that left them able to walk or did not require medical intervention was fine by me, the boys would just have to enjoy or endure it as well! The night promised to be one too look forward too.

"Our next stop was a building site of some new provincial government offices, a huge billboard listed the admirable civic services that they would facilitate. These included 'Education Services', 'Family Health and Support', 'Child Protection' and 'Eradication of Child Labour.' All these were apparently being funded by the World moralists, with great self satisfaction, their NGO logos decorated the bottom of the notice. It was perhaps the last place in such a such a morally correct city a boy lover would wish to visit. As so often is the case in Asia the gulf between myth and reality was immediately in evidence.

In this case the bulk of the labour was being provided by ragged skinny urchins between about 10 and 14 years, no machinery or basic safety was anywhere to be seen. They wore only shorts in and advanced state of entropy though some had an equally filthy tee shirt wrapped round their heads to keep out the dust. Their current labour was to carry small wooden pallets of bricks or buckets of mixed cement mortar up three stages of rickety bamboo ladders and scaffolding to where adult workers where filling in the concrete structure with brickwork. Their lean brown bodies were caked with brick dust mixed with sweat, their immature chests heaved with exertion and unlike most kids here their eyes were dull with pain and exhaustion. These boys were worked 12 hours a day, 6 days a week and slept in makeshift huts on site. They were deducted the cost of feeding and took home just 5$ [€3] on a Saturday night to their families Those families in addition had accepted a bounty or advance for their boy of about 100$ [€62.50] for a year's servitude. This system amounts to de facto slavery. A burly supervisor urged the laden boy labours on to the first ladder with vicious slashes of a rattan cane across thighs or buttocks. When he had stacked his bricks on the concrete platform of the upper floor the boy avoided obstructing the single line of ladders and shinned down the bamboo scaffolding poles like an agile young monkey.

It was both an erotic and disgusting sight, my brain rebelled at such abuse in the name of civic progress but of course my cock thoroughly approved. 'Sar the bolder of the two pedicab boys explained that the Chinese owner of the building enterprise was a personal friend to and funder of the local political 'big man' but was known on the street as a sadistic exploiter of boys desperate for work. It was also common knowledge that 'overtime' in the form of services at his city mansion was required from any boy unlucky or cute enough to attract his interest. Some of these unfortunates were not seen again. Some were no doubt trafficked to labour on projects in rich Arab countries. Some were maybe even less fortunate. It was rumoured that a boy needed to be captured and slaughtered, his severed genitals and head buried under the footings in a ceremony to bring good fortune on any new building project. The supervisor was a close confidant in these activities. 'Di explained that for a small 'gift' of 'cigarette money' I was welcome to stay and enjoy the spectacle as did many of the good citizens of this righteous city. I obliged and sent Milo over with an envelope, the man grinned wolfishly in appreciation. He whispered in my boy's ear and pinched his arse through the tight jean shorts. Milo returned hurriedly, blushing as much as a sun darkened, brown skinned boy can and related.

"The thought of the ultimate abuse of a slave boy, that of giving his body over for the enjoyment of others, especially these rough, hard, boys, was attractive but I had other plans for the evening. I told Mudi to have patience and I gave the guy a wave and rotated my hand in the universal 'maybe' sign. He responded with a vigorous swipe at the next pubescent buttocks that passed. The boys moved faster in response to this new urgency. This carried on in a most satisfying way for about 30min. It is always enjoyable to see near naked boys being driven hard like this. However it was getting repetitious when disaster struck for one of the boy labourers, a lanky 13y old with a shaven head who caught my eye with his work toned beauty and cheeky grin. He'd also exchanged waves and a couple of shouted comments with the pedicab pair. Then as he shinned down one of the bamboo poles there was a piercing scream and he hung writhing in agony; he had not noticed the bamboo had splintered and a large sliver had pierced his inner thigh and emerged through his shorts near his groin. He hung on in for a few seconds, lost his grip and crashed to the ground where he lay twitching and groaning. One leg stuck out at an awkward angle and blood soaked his shorts. The supervisor strode over in anger at the boys clumsiness and kicked him in the ribs cursing him for his stupidity and slowing down the work. He ordered a couple of the men mixing cement to halt work and attend to the wounded boy. They had to cut the blood soaked shorts off the boy leaving him completely naked. The bamboo emerged next to his groin but had missed the artery or his genitals, the boys flaccid penis flopped about on his hairless pubis as he convulsed in pain and terror. One of the men forced the boys jaw apart and pushed a piece of wood between the teeth for him to bite on. He then kneeled over the squirming boy and held him firm as the other pulled the bamboo sliver out. The boy screamed and thrashed in agony on the muddy ground. Somebody produced a bottle of arak (very strong locally distilled alcohol) and this was poured over the entry and exit wounds as a crude but effective antiseptic but only increased the poor boys immediate suffering. His jaws were prised open, the wood removed and a generous slug of arak poured down his throat. The boy's shorts were further cut to make two field dressings to stem the blood pumping out. Then the broken leg was pulled straight and crudely splinted. The supervisor had got his motor bike out and the naked wounded lad was lifted into position behind him. They roared off. I said to my boys that the supervisor not all bad as he was taking the boy to hospital. 'Di put me straight about the corporate responsibility to its labourers.

"The boys slacked off their labours in the supervisors absence but their respite was short lived. The supervisor roared back into the building site, ridding pillion was a very cute small boy of about 9 years old in worn but well washed and ironed school clothes, white shirt and socks, short red pants and carrying a school bag. The supervisor ordered him to save his school clothes and the little boy sobbed as he stripped and packed his former existence in his school bag. Of course poor boys are not given underpants so he stood naked, little cock hard with embarrassment until a bigger boy ran into their hut found him a pair of torn boxer shorts. The supervisor had run out of patience with this interruption of work. The poor little boy gave a yelp as the rattan struck his buttocks and he stumbled off start to a life of labour instead of enjoying the few advantages that mediocre local education had to offer. 'Sar and 'Di had the final comments.

"I had no heart for such degradation, I prefer boys to be willing and active participants, and to gain something in return for their debauchery! So we set off for the next offering of my young guides.

"Maybe I felt some guilt that my voyeurism had contributed to the boy's suffering, or maybe I'm just a soft touch but I felt I had to help the wounded boy labourer and his little brother. I probed 'Di with questions as he pedalled and established that a gift of 150$ [€100] would get the boy to hospital and his little brother back to school, a rather different scholarship deal to the one that bought me Milo and Mudi. I despatched my pair of slave boys with this sum to be taken by 'Di to Mama in whichever hovel the boy had been dumped to suffer in agony. They were to make sure she took him to the nearby hospital immediately and then to waste no time and meet us at the harbour. I gave Milo careful instructions and added,

Part b: Harbour Antics and Sweeping Up the Trash

"On this occasion about a dozen boys between 13 and 15 were working their way up the mooring ropes on to the deck, soliciting a passenger for an incentive, placing the coins or notes in their mouth and then jumping off. with screams of glee and bravado. They were all splendid specimens revelling in the prowess of their naked, lithe, brown bodies. Nudity as well as being practical in that pants would have obstructed their smooth impact into the water obviously increased their earning power as it made them cute and attractive to both male and female passengers. Another factor is that a poor boy begging with ragged clothes is obviously contemptuous to the more favoured classes of society. Naked a boy can be of any wealth or station, only his agility, daring and physique matter. Public nudity of course as in the rest of our 'civilized' world is becoming shameful instead of glorious and practical here but it is still relatively common provided the boy displays no pubic hair. With some of today's naked performers I guessed that that this state had more to the application of a Gillette than the normal Indo Malay genetic smoothness into mid teens as between several pairs of smooth thighs swung low fat balls and a meaty teen cock from a decently hairless pubis. This state of incipient virility only seemed to increase the demands from upright citizens for them to perform terrifying stunts.

"Everybody was happy. The naked teens worked their way through the throng of clothed passengers waiting to embark who were cheerful to let them pass. They shinned up the long mooring ropes hanging underneath from knees and hands like monkey showing off their cute little arses alluringly. On deck many passengers were happy to respond with small money in return for a 'dare' to jump. Sometime the boy enhanced his performance by giving his cock a few strokes as he thrust his hips and pelvis before he jumped. Their sponsors clapped and cheered enthusiastically as the boy leapt into space. This followed by a silence as the lithe brown body plummeted, impacted the water and disappeared from view. The boy surfacing grinning and spluttering some moments later was greeted by further applause. The teen boys seemed to all have small pre pubescent sidekicks, a younger brother or maybe even catamite, also naked to whom they handed over the proceeds from each dive to, no doubt to be squirreled away in some safe spot where the gang had stashed their scanty street clothes in care of a minder.

"Soon a couple noticed my interest and came over grinning from ear to ear. They stood close their wet bodies exuding health, virility and joie de vivre. They gave the universal greeting of street kids.

"I risked fondling the hanging balls of one and his cock stiffened in excitement. I suggested as they were sexy boys with balls full of cum they could do something specially daring and obscene. They grinned enthusiastic agreement.

"OK you go top deck, stand on rail and pump big birds you! Pump hard see if can shoot out boy slime before fall or jump. I give 50 Cents [30€ct] first boy shoot out, 10 Cents [5€ct] to other OK? But maybe you not able to shoot boy slime yet?"

"That was a challenge that most teenage boys could not refuse! The pair already half hard in the thrill and terror at the daring of such exhibitionism scampered off to the mooring ropes. The two small sidekicks scampered off to collect their takings, shorts and tee-shirts to set up base next to my two pedicabs, no doubt knowing a good thing when they were on too it! By this time the jumpers had reached the upper deck some 15m [50 ft] above the waterline and stood precariously on the deck edge outside the ships rail. They had to press their lean buttocks against the rail and lean back with their torsos to maintain balance. This showed their lithe bodies off to perfection as with the left hand they fondled their ball sack and when this had the inevitable result furiously wanked their hard teen cocks with the other. A small appreciative crowd had gathered to watch the little exhibitionists as their hands blurred in competitive frenzy. Soon one of the nubile bodies went rigid and teen cum spurted out of the boys cock to arc glittering in the sun downwards. The boy leapt after it to a cheer. The second boy ejaculated only moments later and also leapt into space. The two brown bodies plummeted through the void and exploded into the water one after the other. They seemed to stay underwater a long time and emerged gasping for breath a considerable distance down the quay, no doubt experiencing pangs of guilt and fear of repercussions at their obscene demonstration. The antic was quickly forgotten by the crowds as further boys demonstrated less blatantly sexual antics. The pair ran back up the quay to squat panting with exertion next to the pedicab. Both claimed they had cum first and indeed it was a close run thing so being a soft touch I handed each a local small note worth less than 1$ [€0.60], they were overjoyed at such largess, thanked me profusely and decided to get dressed and take their earnings home. In any case the ship had sounded its siren in preparation of sailing. They were therefore lucky to have at least some clothing on when with screaming sirens two open truck loads of police descended on this idyll. Their friends were not so lucky, literally caught with their pants down!

"The guardians of law and order equipped with riot sticks and cattle prods deployed swiftly against their challenging opponents, a gaggle of naked adolescent street kids enjoying themselves, entertain the crowds and gaining a little money for their families or schooling. Obviously such a thing shook the fabric of upright society. The problem was not that they were causing a nuisance, thieving, or naked, or making some boyish obscene exhibitions… but that they were poor and without status or influence. As such they were no more than trash to be cleaned off the quayside. It was soon evident that the officers regarded the task as someplace between a boring duty and the opportunity for some sadistic entertainment. My pair of jumpers were terrified, and their little sidekicks were snivelling.

"I moved Milo and Mudi into my pedicab and told the swimmers to squash into 'Di's pedicab. 'Sar said not problem just sit and wait, maybe have 'gift' ready in case. So we sat and watched the sweeping operation in mounting but futile rage at the spectacle.

"At first the naked boys stood their ground taunting the police with obscenities, wanking half hard cocks at them and mooning them with hands spreading buttocks to display their arse holes. One emboldened but misguided youth picked up an abandoned Coke can from out of a pile of rubbish and hurled it in the general direction of the police line. Another found a small rock and hurled that too, it impacted and skipped harmlessly short of its target. There was no further excuse needed to uphold the law and order, half a dozen police charged the naked 'rioters', riot sticks at the ready. The boys' courage failed and they scattered in panic and screaming in terror. The bulk managed to double back, grab their clothes, dodge the remaining police to disappear into the crowd of disinterested bystanders. Here no bystander expresses interest in police operations but there is a level of passive mass obstruction that protects its own if possible without exposing oneself. The charging police pursued the terrified boys and one officer raised his riot stick and threw in spinning in the air after the little fugitives. It caught one of the stragglers, a boy of about 13 years, across the back of the head and he dropped as pole axed to tumble over and over on the rough tarmac in a tangle or arms and legs. The naked boy lay still and bleeding, the police officer marched up to him, cursed him as street trash and kicked him in the ribs with a booted foot hard enough to slide the small prone body across the quay. A bigger boy doubled back, maybe an older brother, begging the brave upholder of law and civic values to spare the small boy. He knelt before the man holding on to his knees and sobbing for forgiveness. None was forthcoming. The policeman pushed him roughly away to sprawl on his back and then applied the cattle prod to the teen's genitals. The boy screamed and writhed amongst the other trash that littered the quay, clutching his testicles in agony, as the officer kicked the unconscious smaller boy again this time in the belly. Blood was oozing out of the boys mouth and he was obviously seriously injured yet nobody would risk police attention to intervene or aid him. A foreigner with a couple of catamites in tow was obviously in no position to intervene either but I seethed with impotent rage. Of course tales of sweeping by police are common, even reported in the gutter press here in triumphant and moralistic tones but being faced with reality was a different order of outrage.

"All the fight went out of the remaining boys as the inevitability of their fate became clear. They were corralled next to a wire fence, forced to squat and their wrists swiftly handcuffed behind their necks. They looked terrified and some sobbed uncontrollably. When the boy whose balls had been zapped had recovered enough he was forced to join them. The smaller boy was still showing no signs of recovery or movement and was dragged by his ankles across the quay, leaving a bloody smear and tossed into one of the trucks with less care than would be given to an animal carcase. The truck moved off with its contingent of police, no doubt satisfied that civic order had been restored and the situation was under control. Our little group was stunned by the indiscriminate and unprovoked violence. Milo and Mudi had been 'abused' comprehensively yet for the first time in our relationship they were quiet and gripped with real terror. Even 'big game fishing' Mudi had not terrified the boy as much because he understood the bottom line was; that it all was game and with a safe word as an exit. The rest of the boys were also very quiet and the teen who had cum and jumped first expressed their fears.

"To my horror one of the remaining police came over and all my fears of being unmasked as an abuser of innocent little boys boiled up! I need not have worried, he had more pressing matters on his mind. He indicated the swimming boys cowering in the pedicab.

"Then without pause or any visible sign of embarrassment or paradox…

"He slouched off to the corralled miscreants and in relief at a close call, when he was out of hearing, I cursed him. Milo, always the first to bounce back, broke the tension.

"I told him he understood perfectly and ruffled his hair in affection. The teen jumping boy spoke up.

"I agreed readily but changed the assignation until the following day, I guessed that neither my slave boys or I would be on form after what was promised for the evening. Meantime the police had formed the corralled boys into a line and were encouraging them to waddle, still squatting with 'cuffed wrists behind necks, toward a waiting truck. With straining thighs spread wide to maintain balance, their flaccid teen cocks and low hanging balls swinging, this was a painful, humiliating and erotic mode of moving. The sergeant in charge had produced a cut length of black plastic covered copper cable, about 1 m [3"4'] long and 2 cm [0.8 inch] diameter. This he swung hard against each poor boy in turn, striking across the shoulders and upper body with sickening thwacks. The impact of this heavy implement raised great livid welts on the unfortunate flesh that received it, breaking the skin in places and streaking their smooth brown bodies with crimson. Under this encouragement the miscreants were quickly loaded into the truck and it and the police departed no doubt to file a report of quelling a riot and violent resistance to arrest being successfully accomplished… and a free smoke into the bargain!

The whole incident had been both brutal and swift. A hushed and embarrassed silence descended on the quay. But unlike our Western ways they are pragmatic about such things and anyway everybody would say it was really 'the stupid boys fault' and the hive of activity was quickly restored, the effect like a stone thrown into a pond. I told the swimmers to hurry home and keep out of trouble as I wanted to make sure they fulfilled their rash offer the day after the morrow and slipped them an extra bonus. Still subdued 'Sar and 'Di pedalled us back to the tourist 'beach' promenade and I paid them off, exactly 5 x the going rate, 5$ [€3] each! I gave them instructions about preparations for a rendez vous at Ali's bar later that night and also enquired if the little brother that 'Sar had been lusting after might be recruited for the floor show. Giggles, enthusiasm, a definite maybe and a definite bulge in 'Sar's shorts was the response. Milo, Mudi and I recovered the canoes from their little guardians, rewarded them, and retreated to the calm of the ship for a few hours to prepare for the promised night time of excess! I reflected that in Asia there is such an abundance that one can not avail oneself of everything on offer, nor help every young life slipping into tragedy, one must play it by ear in both cases!

Part c: Preparations for the Night Life

"I ordered them to kneel again and relax their sphincter muscle, their pink lips opened invitingly displaying the passage beyond just begging to be filled. There were no signs of lesions or bruising, I ran my finger round inside as I applied a liberal squirt of KY and their muscles twitched in pent up excitement. This would facilitate their first, no doubt dry, rape, after that they would be slick enough to cope. I selected my two biggest anal beads each string of seven, 2 to 3 cm [c. 1 inch] diameter ball. I worked the first set deep into Milo's guts, deep enough to excite the boy's prostate gland, and he obediently clamped shut after the last. This I repeated with Mudi. Both boys were now squirming with the delicious discomfort of being stimulated. Only the string with its little pull ring protruded invitingly out their once again tightened little rose buds.

But I wanted to take them even further and I had obtained from a German SM toy site something special. This comprised of a 2 cm [0.8 inch] stainless steel cock ring, fitted with two small spiked rollers, hinged between them and hooked backwards through the ring was a 7 cm [3 inch] long urethral sound. This time I started on Mudi first, jabbing him painfully in the perineum to make him soft, skinning back his long foreskin and removing the fishing gut loop from his piercing. I pinched his ureatha open, squeezed some KY into the depths and firmly pushed the sound in as he screeched shrilly. The ring I worked over the pink glans until it was lodged in the corona behind the flared head, the spiked rollers nestled into the sensitive fraenum. Now as soon as the boy's cock got hard the little spikes would prick his sensitive tissue and the pain soften him, if he managed to overcome the pain and ejaculate the semen would be dammed up in his urethra denying him full satisfaction. I repeated this with Milo with a slightly bigger ring, 2½ cm [1 inch] and longer sound, 10 cm [4 inch]. For the rest of the night my two slave boys would be locked in an endless cycle of arousal, pain and frustration I removed the nipple clamps from Mudi, the boy moaned once more as the blood flooded back into the bruised tissue and I inserted his new gold tit rings. Milo had his put in as well. I rubbed them down with pungent and arousing massage oil. Their splendid nubile bodies gleamed showing off their new adornments. They were going to drive many men and boys frantic with lust… I hoped!

"I supervised them dressing in modified outfits to exploit their charms in the anonymity of the coming night. Both Milo and Mudi were fitted with their black leather slave collars, I added ambiguous but practical leather ankle and wrist restraints. For Mudi I dispensed with the Lycra thong panties only the miniskirt provided a degree of decency without hampering any assault on his sex. The high cut halter top left his flat belly exposed and his now swollen and puffy nipples prominent beneath the thin fabric. The deft application of a little kohl to the eye lids and rouge to his full lips completed the boy's transformation into an androgynous whore. He gave a appreciative twirl and fluttered his eye lids at me, trying out his seduction patter.

"I swatted his butt and told him he was a very sexy little whore but a cheeky one and 'Maybe' I should beat his cute butt, Mudi was not in the least convinced and convulsed with 'girlish' giggles. For Milo I had another pair of very short tight jean shorts but with these I had instructed the tailor to open the arse seam, remove the zip and top button. The only thing that now kept this minimal covering in place was a broad black leather belt but provided the boy kept his legs together he would seem reasonably decent. If aroused or fondled he would leave little to the imagination. A short jean jacket with sleeves cut out, un buttoned, exposing his chest and belly set him off as a practiced boy whore, still all boy but definitely available. Milo had to try a little seduction performance too. He grinned sexily, eyes sparkling from beneath his long forelock and thrusting his pelvis forward rubbed the groin with both hands in a seductive and unambiguous invitation.

"I told him he was too clever and sexy for his own good! The bright little slut had remembered the tourists lewd comment in perfect English! It would be fun to make his nubile body available to the group if we ran into them… maybe! But first the callous brutality of the afternoon had made me want to get a clear mandate of compliance from the pair for what might happen later on. I told them to squat comfortably and listen carefully.

"I looked at my pair victims, their cocks were both hard despite the glans rings, my dirty explicit talk had aroused their sluttish nature and signalled their compliance; None the less it pleased me when they chorused their understanding and excitement with the possibilities I had described to them. With this mandate I fed them two 50mg Viagra each knowing that in about one hour they would be light headed with a sexual 'high', their pubescent cocks unbearably painful, engorged and itchy, and they would be obsessed with seeking relief in unbridled sexual excesses. The thought was deeply satisfying and I popped a couple of the little magic blue pills myself!

"Once ashore we walked up and down the length of the promenade sea wall, the boys' gait with their guts full of anal beads rolling around was priceless and attracted some knowing leers. I did not want to push it too much so we installed ourselves on the sea wall not far from the facade of Ali's restaurant, bar and reputedly boy brothel. In front of us was a rough table and a buxom matron dispensed ice fruit juice from a wheeled cart. We were in the midst of a throng of all ages and stations of humanity taking the night air and partaking of various goods, services and entertainments on offer. There were many respectable family groups, young couples, gaggles of same sex buddies as well as a few obvious predators. There were a number of stands preparing food or drink, beggars, hawkers, and street entertainers went from group to group. This peripatetic group was largely boys and teenaged youths, none were openly soliciting or selling their bodies but one would guess that an offer not to be refused would elicit agreement. A number of passersby ogled my pair of sluts and they preened with the attention. It was all vibrant and exiting as only Asia can be. There were also a sprinkling of tourists, couples, family groups and some young male surfer, pack packer types. Mudi saw them first.

"The pair were obviously surfer types, of a huge stature that only comes from indulgent Western diet in childhood, and in their mid twenties. Clad in shorts and tee-shirts they were oozing a surfeit of arrogance and sexuality. I told the boys what I had in mind and they squirmed in glee. As they drew abreast of our table I could see both sets of eyes riveted on my slave boys, almost drooling in lust. I met their gaze, smiled a greeting and invited them to have a fruit juice with me. They agreed with indecent haste, I noticed they sat next to Milo not too me! I chatted them up and found they were indeed chasing the surf but had decided that they wanted to chill out like tourists for a while. I read this as they were looking for sex and judging by the way they were starting to drool over the boys they had not scored yet. I told Milo in his own language to see if he could seduce one of them and told Mudi to work on the other. The boys scooted up close to the pair, playing footsie with their advances hidden under the table. I could tell the guys were both risking stroking the boys naked thighs. The gasps and shortened breath from the surfers seemed to indicate the boys were investigating what they had under their shorts. I decided to go for the kill.

"You dudes looking to score then? Milo tells me you said he's a cute whore boy and want to rip him open? You are quite right they are both cute and both whores. But are you big enough and bold enough to rip him open? What you think boy?"

"The boys had been learning well and he answered in English,

"They went bright red and mumbled something about not realising the little fuckers understood and spoke English. They started to beat a hasty retreat but I told them to chill. No problem for me or the kids if they were getting turned on! I got them to admit that they found my boy and 'girl' very sexy but were uncertain of how to take it further. Then I realised that Mudi had ducked under the table out of sight, the second of the two surfers stiffened and groaned. I watched in fascinated silence then about a minute later the 'girl' reappeared grinning from ear to ear.

"It was hard not to laugh at the young mens' arousal and embarrassment. I told them if they really wanted to stuff their dicks in immature pussy they should take a walk and go later to Ali's bar, have a few drinks and if their courage did not fail, ask Floor no 4 and discretely hand over the requested 'cover charge' of $50 [€30] each. Maybe we would be there maybe not but they should realise that the boys and 'girls' there were just fuck toys and they had no need to show restraint. They could do anything they wanted to the young whores there no matter how dirty or rough they liked the action. They were hooked on the prospect, they told Milo and Mudi again that they were 'Fucking Cute', thanked me for the low down on how to get some cool fun, and went off chattering excitedly like a pair of guilty school boys.

"I asked Milo and Mudi just how big the surfers cocks were, the both indicated thumbs together and fore fingers pointing out, about 22 cm [9 inch]. Milo indicated he could not close thumb and fore finger round the girth of his guy and Mudi opened his lips wide to show how his cock sucking skills had been challenged. I whistled appreciatively and wonder how much they would squeal when and if they got raped by these monsters. We sat for another half hour, there were some excellent street boy musicians to entertain the star performers being a cheeky pair of 14 year old guitar virtuosos and 'La Bamba' in perfect Spanish a real hit number. Then both Milo and Mudi started to squirm in arousal and discomfort as the effects of their libido kicked in with the effects of a double dose of Viagra. They whispered together then Milo confirmed that my preparations were having the desired effect.

"Slave boys are not accustomed to being offered choice, even if it is to choose between lesser or greater degrees of their trials and tribulations. Milo and Mudi had to have a murmured discussion about which choice of entertainment they would be demanded of them. This went on for some minutes but was cut short by the excited arrival of 'Sar and 'Di who announced they had made some excuse about 'sleeping friend's house', were not going to be missed this night, so no problem go to Ali's Bar. Even better they had the little brother that 'Sar lusted after in tow. He looked to be about 10 years and really cute in his school uniform as I'd suggested. I looked at my pair to see if they were ready to submit to what was on offer, Milo, always the one to take the initiative, confirmed that lust had won out over prudence as it so often does.

"So the die was cast! If there is one thing more erotic than a vulnerable and abused pubescent slave boy it is a slave boy that in willingness, seeks and revels in his own abuse, subjugation and pain. It was going to be a long and exciting night for all of us!

Chapter VIII
Games in The Night and Homeward Bound!

"I don't much like bars, especially those frequented by tourists, local bureaucrats and businessmen, but this one, Ali had assured, also provided a discrete front for more louche activities at the highest level. The building was one of those ugly multi story concrete structures favoured by ethic, but resident for many generations, Chinese entrepreneurs all over Asia. Know as 'houseshop' they provide a residence and the venue for every imaginable way of making money. The Chinese dedication to work produces varying degrees of wealth, usually much more than the indigenous population, at least that greater part of it that works rather than gets fat on corruption, this inevitably sets them up to incidents of attack inspired by jealousy.

"Many 'houseshop' are as secure as a Medieval fortified manor. Each floor being equipped to be shut down with steel grills. To simplify the explanation one simply could not progress up the levels in Ali's bar uninvited. A further feature of this building I had ascertained was that it backed directly on to a similar building on the less than touristic street parallel to the waterfront road. This, an identical 'houseshop' housed ground floor general store. The second floor housed a mega noisy, smoke filled, online gaming centre frequented by hordes of the local youth of both 'sexes', that is to say boys and boys that dressed and acted like girls. It was here that boys and 'girls' could come and go without notice and few by invitation and inclination found their way through the door marked 'staff only WC' into the blocked off stairs to the upper level. When boy reappeared hours later dishevelled, befouled, suffering and with a little stash of notes hidden away nobody noticed or would give a shit if they did. It was a set up that ensured maximum security and anonymity for both little hustlers and the punters that availed themselves of their nubile, youthful bodies.

"Ali had also hinted that the local police and judiciary received gifts or services to make sure that this blind spot remained so. It was in the games room that Milo and Mudi, with the pedicab boys, were waiting for their summons to submit themselves to whatever lusts they aroused. No doubt the heady mixture of lust and dread that made them so willing to be abused was building to fever pitch in their pubescent bodies and minds.

"The building had a zero rating for architectural merit but had to be five star for position, situated as it was on the esplanade round a wide sweep of tropical bay. The sunsets were world famous and after dark the calm waters of the bay glittered with the pressure paraffin lights on the small craft where laboured the local fishermen. And of course the local fisher boys, their labours being no less hard but considerably more fun than working as bonded labour on a civic building project. This splendid view was capitalised on by each level in the building having an open balcony to relax and enjoy it. One could also observe the goings on the esplanade below.

"I made my way to the 3rd level and installed myself at a table and was solicited to buy a beer by one of the waitresses. They were between 14 or 15 and early 20's, clad in tight red mini dresses and a black sash proclaiming the name of a prominent local cigarette manufacture 'sponsor'. With her long gleaming black hair and seductive manner she was the epitome of female erotism, except for a rather deep voice, strong legs and big feet indicated that 'she' was a 'lady boy' like the others. It is perhaps perverse but few red blooded heterosexual Asian males considered it remotely perverted or gay, nor sexual abuse of a minor, nor an act of infidelity to their wives, to engage their services for felatio in a back room reserved for the purpose.

"I wrote my order on the little pad she proffered and added '4' as an item. When my serving wench brought my beer 'she' did not waste time proposing to entertain me but told me I was expected, no charge and to wait for my invitation. At our initial meeting Ali had taken time to brief me on the house 'shag band' system. (See Authors Note). I wondered how many of the other drinkers were similarly waiting. There were many groups of noisy locals of all ages and affluence, filling the air with chain smoking. There were solitary drinkers also. In this brown skinned throng stood out a pair of Japanese looking, respectable, middle aged tourists and a grey haired father with a pale skinned blond boy of about 13 or 14. His shared features proclaimed him as a son or close relative, he was gauche and nervous in such adult company. Then my surfer acquaintances came in, with them were another couple of similar age and of the same brash type. Once installed at a table the first guy I'd tempted with my forbidden fruit came over.

"I stifled my ire at being addressed as 'Heh Man! and assured the brash young man that I was not into 'pulling plonkers' especially if they were as big as the 'faggot kid' had reported. However the 'faggot kid' had indicated he was quite turned on at the prospect of being 'ripped open' by same. As for him and the other 'chicken pussy' they should indicate their desires with a '4' on the bar chit, pay the tab, an await their invitation. The sarcasm foundered on the self assurance of over sexed youth. I found the prospect of Milo's pubescent body being used and abused to satiate their raging lusts rather excellent!

"I went over to his table and explained to the gang that most of the boys on offer would be wearing a rainbow coloured plaited cord round their wrists. For these kids the only limits were they should be able to walk after the men had finished with them and not require medical intervention. The other limit was to how many 'shag bands' they purchased and what colour they were. Every coloured band indicated a level of action. The punter selected the bands, tied them round the boy or 'girl's' wrist and they had no choice but to submit with vary degrees of acquiescence or coercion. The advantage for tourist was that they had no need to struggle with the explanations in a strange language, the kid would know explicitly what he had to submit too and no choice about compliance!

"I stressed that only their satisfaction mattered, the kids were just sex toys, even if screaming and begging they had no need to go easy on the kid, in any case they were probably enjoying it really! In the infrequent case of a boy refusing to comply he would beaten and thrown out. Those that played along would decide when they still had enough strength to stagger downstairs to the Online games room and would paid up according to the number and colour of bands that decorated their wrist or ankle. The fortunate young whore received remuneration on a sliding scale between Green – 1$, for massage and masturbation, up to Red – 5$ for anal rape and / or torture that left him bloodied. The punters of course had to pay x 3 this amount to buy the chosen "shag bands" in the first place. The only other exception was that there were boy and 'girl' waiters, entertainers, some younger ones on probation as first timers who wore a white band and were off limits. I inquired just how far the guys wanted to go with this? And urged them to come clean with their sickest fantasies. Bryce was obviously the dominant male in the group as well as its spokesman.

"I dropped my final bombshell revelation. I asked if they fancied the little 'girl' that was with me to join in their fun and games with the boy, because 'she' too was really a boy and of course they would both be wearing rainbow bands… so up for grabs… no problem with me… provided I could watch the action! I justified this request by telling them I had paid out a vast sum in a scholarship for them to go to school, I wanted to make sure that I got my money's worth of entertainment and thought the boys should be taken to the limit to earn it! The prospect of being the voyeur as this quartet of over sexed studs were torturing and gang raping my helpless little slave boys was deeply arousing.

"I went back to my table leaving the gang, all inhibitions now dispelled, eagerly discussing the exact scope and events that would satisfy them most. A discrete tap on the shoulder by an ephebe messenger stirred me into action, I followed him in the direction of the stair well, for all the world as though leaving to go down stairs. He opened a door marked 'Staff WC' and ushered me through, I heard the door lock behind me with a surge of panic.

"Moments later another door opened and I was ushered upstairs by a youth wearing only a sarong draped sexily over one shoulder. At the top was a lobby with lockers and a reception counter behind which sat a smiling Ali who welcomed me profusely. He told me that Milo and Mudi were awaiting my wishes inside and the pedicab gang who being prepared do perform. I requested that I wanted my pair inspected, humiliated and apprehensive but not chosen until the surfer gang came in. As any customer I was given a menu to make my selection and invited to exchange my clothes and sandals into the safety of a locker and was proffered a sarong to wear.

"I made my selection, a VIP Room and two red bands for main course. Six bands green and two pink for aperitifs. A couple each of black and blue for a starter and a couple of yellow if I needed them… and another beer.

"I was ushered through to the roof garden and amazed at the space there. The side facing the bay is open and you can see the lights twinkling out there. Along the wall next to the entrance there was a row of maybe a dozen small alcoves, a sitting platform raised above floor level, screened from each other, roofed over with bamboo and atap (palm leaf roofing). Each alcove was equipped with matting to sit on and a low table, there were no chairs. Along the centre of the space were raised garden plots with rampant vegetation, and small pools of Koi carp. Centre was a raised dais, obviously for 'floor shows'. The far end was also roofed over with a number of doors leading to what I guessed were the VIP Rooms. The floor below these was obviously part of the second 'houseshop' and I guessed a 'service' area.

"It all looked innocent and idyllic, just the place for a quiet beer with friends… except for the fourth wall towards which all the alcove had a clear view. That was totally mind blowing and I have to add cock wrenching as well. It was about 3m [10 ft.] high, open to the sky like the greater part of the area and painted black, along the base was concrete plinth with pairs of ring bolts fixed in . In front of each set was painted a number from 1 to 20. Some numbers were vacant but for the remaining dozen or so there was a naked boy standing, legs spread painfully wide and ankles shackled to the ring bolts with a single hand cuff and short chain. They stood with their hands clasped behind their necks. They were naked, restrained, totally exposed and very very sexy!

"Scarcely able to take my eyes off the tender little 'chikins' on display I followed Ali to my 'table' or rather alcove. Most of the alcoves I passed were occupied by singles or small groups of adult males, some were obviously still choosing, in others one or two naked young boys were being worked hard to entertain. Slurps, the rhythmic beat of flesh on flesh, groans and the occasional sharp slap and squeal competed with the musak 'wallpaper'.

"When I had found my space Ali invited me to view his wares and we walked across to his 'meat rack'; The boys were magnificent, they were from pre pubescent cuties of 10 or 11 years through pubescent and still smooth 12 to 14 years and a couple of adolescents with just a small bush of downy pubes and maybe 15 or 16 years. They were of different skin hues from pale cream mixed race Chinese through cafe au lait Malay to dark brown Melanesian. Most were at least half hard and looked eager rather than frightened. Ali's manner was a complete contrast to how I'd seen boys treated earlier in the day. He had an easy but firm manner, knowing all the boy's names and joking with each in turn. Nonetheless he left the boys in no doubt as to their intended use.

"The first end of the display was occupied by a couple of pubescent beauties who exuded an air of burgeoning sexuality. Ali commented favourably on their disposition and wished then success and many bands to cash in. He ran his down each boys flanks in turn and fondled their genitals, they positively quivered with unfulfilled lust. Then unbidden they squatted and Ali felt between their thighs and said to me.

"Ali proffered his finger to the second boy who without hesitation sucked it even cleaner than it was. I said that the thought was certainly attractive but I wanted to inspect the whole range. The prospect of their prolonged torture at the hands of the pair of Japanese sadists was vicariously exciting. The same procedure was repeated with each boy in turn, each far from being humiliated seemed to be positively excited by the prospect of their abuse. We stopped before the largest boy, a strong, well muscled specimen with a very respectable cock and low hanging boys, none the less his body was smooth and sexy with only a small patch of pubic hair. He responded mightily to Ali's ministrations and he explained

"Then to a very small boy next to him, maybe 9 or 10 years…

"The boy nodded enthusiastically, eyes gleaming and licking his lips seductively. Well he was cute, and I wanted an attentive partner as I enjoyed the fun so I tied a green, a pink and a yellow round the thin wrist he proffered and he grinned in compliance and thanks.

"I unlocked his ankle cuffs and he skipped off the dais to stand close as we inspected further boys displaying their charms. Along the line we came to my slave boys Milo and Mudi. They looked magnificent with their spread thighs and engorged little cocks straining against their rings and sounds. Their leather collars, wrist and ankle cuffs proclaimed their availability for sex and sadism. They were obviously now high on the Viagra their nubile bodies begging to be used. They both raised their bodies on tiptoe, leg and thigh muscles tense, thrusting their flat little bellies forward provocatively. I decided to turn up the heat on their bursting lust and growing dread of what they might suffer before they were allowed to satiate it.

"With those thoughts to churn their empty guts with sick anticipation, tinged of course with an equal measure of sexual arousal, I left my pair to their fate and took little Udin off to my alcove to enjoy what the evening had to offer. Soon the place began to fill up. The Japanese arrived and selected the first pair I'd inspected. Various local fat cats arrived and first inspected the goods on offer then selected their little play things. The Tourist man and young boy arrived looking furtive and guilty, at least the man did. The boy was looking eager, the man did not select but secreted himself away in an alcove at the far end of the roof garden next to the sea view. Last the four young men arrived, now all inhibition was gone and they made straight for Milo and Mudi standing spread and available, I guessed they were high enough now to be willing as well at least until the serious pain started. I observed from a distance their rough and humiliating inspection, eager hands groping every part of their vulnerable young bodies, saw Milo then Mudi submissively squat and heard the laughter and obscenities when their plugged boy cunts were discovered.

"I settled back on the cushions my cock twitching with delight, little Udin did not hesitate but snuggle up close and started to fondle my cock. Milo and Mudi were nodding in agreement and holding their wrists out for the shag bands to be tied, defining the full extent of their coming ordeal. They were released and the guys brought their new toys over to my table. They squatted submissively, hands clasped behind their necks and dwarfed by the huge Westerners that were going to use them. They were now looking apprehensive and seemed to be making a mute appeal for my tacit protection. Well they might! Each slim brown wrist sported a full range of the brightly coloured bands, even the brown one, they would find dealing with that a challenge! The growing reality of my power over my slaves, that I could surrender their vulnerable young bodies to whatever use, by whoever, that pleased me and they must willingly submit, was proving most erotic.

"My hapless slave boys were pulled to their feet and dragged off to the rear of the terrace to the joys that would await them in the private room. I settled down to enjoy the floor shows and little Udin lifted my sarong and took my rampant cock into his small mouth. I gripped the back of his head with both hands forcing my cock into the delicious tightness of his throat. He gagged, writhed and struggled in panic as his air supply was blocked, I relented a little, he drew a deep breath and, like one dedicated to his vocation, resumed his devotions to my cock, it was going to be an excellent evening!

"Then the first floor show was announced and a spotlight let a small stage area. A pair of naked youths entered carrying small drums, they squatted and started an accomplished and hypnotic beat. Both youths were in mid teens with pendulous ball sacks and long cocks but still smooth bodied as are most Asians, only a small patch of pubic curls adorned rather than detracted from their charms. Then a small pre pubescent boy entered the stage, he was darker skinned than many with longish curly black locks and a cheeky grin. He was not quite naked as around his waist was tied a length of red silk. He did a pirouette so we could admire his lithe body then the drum tempo picked up and he started to dance in a progressively lewd and erotic fashion. Soon he was glistening with sweat and tantalisingly revealing more and more of his charms. Now completely naked he continued to tease and excite his audience until as a finale he squatted over a coke bottle, pinched his little brown nipples hard, and collapsed with a scream impaling himself on the bottle. The audience cheered and clapped enthusiastically. It was amazing that he could stretch enough to accommodate it but training and experience is always effective in extending a boys capabilities!

"Next on were my pedicab boys, both naked with cute little bro looking virginal in his school uniform. The audience clapped and stamped. The pair were oiled and were kitted out with leather fighting gloves rather than full boxing gloves and proceeded to put on a credible display of kick boxing. They pummelled each other in a frenzy until both were bloodied, exciting but I wanted hands on action so to speak so I left them to it.

"I walked down to the booth where the Western tourist and his son were sitting still alone. They were both hard and leaking but too inhibited to get into the action so I collected little Udin's big brother and suggested that he seduced the tourist boy and fucked him in front of papa, whilst Udin worked on his father. Suitably primed the smaller boy announced that they would give the 'tourists' a good time courtesy of 'a friend'. When I left them to it both the brown boys were felating white cocks to the recipients feeble and unconvincing protests…! I made my way to the rear VIP room to enjoy the sight of my slave boys being debauched passing on the way another such room with the door left open. I heard the screams of boys in pain and took a look in. The Japanese business men were getting great value from their pair of boys, secured in complex rope bondage. They were dribbling hot wax from red candles on to their naked flesh as the boys screamed and writhed in pain. Nonetheless both boys were hard. A good time was being had by all that night, except perhaps some of those who provided the entertainment!

"When I got to the surfers VIP room a memorable sight of debauchery greeted me. My pair of slave boys, now bloodied and befouled, were on secured side by side and head to tail on an exercise table. Their heads hung back over one edge and bums jutted out over the other edge of the narrow top. Their wrists were lashed between their knees to a bamboo pole that had been positioned behind the knees of their bent legs and the ends tied down to the table legs. This pulled their legs painfully far apart and knees down to their shoulders. Their splayed buttocks were striped and bloody from a recent whipping and exposed their 'boy cunts' ready to be used. Both boys were high on Viagra, sex and pain, sweating and moaning, with pubescent penises throbbing and swollen. Milo recognised me through the fog of his raging lust.

"I translated for Bryce, looking no less kool in his nude and fully aroused state.

"His three mates were in an equally state and I noted with a touch of envy exceptionally 'well hung'!

Sometimes it's just as much a turn on to be the voyeur as the punter and I enjoyed the spectacle of a young surfer positioning himself at each of the proffered boy cunts, lining up his tumescent cock and thrusting in without regard for the discomfort of the wildly squirming boy he was sodomising. Both Milo and Mudi were thrashing their heads about and screaming like stuck pigs then the second pair of surfers grabbed their heads and proceeded to fuck the boys mouths, deep throating them. Their screams were stifled and their struggling weakened as partial asphyxia overcame them. Their fuckers had the sense to pull back and let the boys take a gasp of breath before plunging back in. The young guys were far gone by now shouting obscenities at the their little fuck toys. The phone alarm rang, the oral fuckers moved round to thrust into a now gaping boy cunt and the cock that had been in that cunt, now smeared with blood and gut slime was thrust down a throat. And so it went on, the men moving round and the boys squirming, impaled at both ends, like some obscene yet exciting dance until one after another the young men stiffened and shot their cum deep into the boys. Both Milo and Mudi had cum in the process of their gang rape and the cream oozed out round the plugs in their piss slits, they were still painfully hard. Their stretched anuses gaped blackly and red flexed cum flowed out over their brown flesh; they were coughing and spluttering up cum the other end too, from mouths gasping for air and even out of their nostrils

With the recuperative powers that only a twenty something oversexed Western male is endowed with, the four guys soon were hard and randy again.

"I made my farewells and thanks to Ali and complemented him on the excellence of his establishment. I promised to return one day, and was ushered out.

"When I met the pair later they were squatting subdued and dishevelled on the harbour wall. On the harbour a naked boy does not necessarily arouse more than a passing comment. They solemnly handed over their earning to me for safe keeping. As they stood there the cum leaked out of well stuffed guts and glistened under the street lights on their smooth brown thighs. I ordered them to put their clothes and sandals in the canoe and launched it. They of course they had to swim back, in their weakened condition they struggled and by the time they reached our ships side were unable to pull themselves on board. I took pity on them an lowered a rope an hoisted them up like lithe brown fish to lie gasping on the deck.

"It took a couple of days for them to recover some health and vitality but pubescent boys are amazingly resilient. Then we put to sea again, our voyage past half way. In a week or sun, labour, nudity, food and sleep they were on form again. The following weeks we had many adventure and not a few sessions of red hot sex. In post orgasmic euphoria Milo cuddled up to me one blue afternoon under sail out of sight of land. Mudi was standing steering his strong legs braced against the roll of the ship as the wind blew his long black hair. His buttock muscles flexed provocatively.

"My what a cheeky little slut you are now! Of course you both can, after all I will need to check up on your home work!"

"I felt a lump in my throat as I realised that love was becoming as important as lust for me, but I swatted his cute bum and told him he get spanked and fucked when his watch steering was done."

Epilogue

"Now that I seem to have got your full attention, with tales of what might or might not have happened in the past, lets us see what develops in the here and now! My little scholarship boys are visiting after school and will no doubt be more than willing to entertain us!"

I felt my cock lurch as five very cute boys rocketed into the garden through the side gate. The two larger ones in their very early teens and three smaller ones approaching puberty were all dressed in once neat and clean school uniforms. Now at the end of the school day they were in that state of scruffy enthusiasm affected by boys the world over. White shirts and coloured shorts were the rule here. They had removed shoes and socks at the school gate no doubt to stow them away with their books in their backpacks . Their legs long brown and coltish. Then to my astonished gaze they congregated round a large plastic storage box and stripped naked, neatly folding their clothes and placing them with the packs in the box. None wore underpants and their nudity was spontaneous and unaffected. Then to my further astonishment they went to a second box and got out chain slave collars which they fixed with a small padlock round each other's slim necks. The five boys came and knelt with splayed thighs in front of my friend making sure their bowed heads were lower than his out of proper respect; Each in turn grasped his hand and kissed it, then touched his forehead to it, in greeting and submission. My friend introduced them one by one…

The first to greet me was Milo, who kissed my had in same fashion.

I needed no pause for reflection before agreeing, thoughts of using and abusing the beautiful boys displaying their nubile bodies racing through my fuddled brain. I stood with legs shaking in lust and anticipation, Milo knelt before me and untied my sarong and let it fall. He engulfed my tumescent penis in warm and skilful lips. It was going to be a memorable experience that changed my life for the better and gave hope and education those the boys who agreed with enthusiasm to share it and willingly to repay their Scholarships in the only way they could…

the end?