The Dark Continent

The darkness was thick and impenetrable. There was no night and no day. He did not know if he had been there days, weeks or months. He slept, occasionally food appeared, but for hour upon endless hour he stared into the black nothingness. Time and time again his thoughts returned to what had happened, over and over again he went through his actions until it was all a blur. Always it came back to the same thing, if only, if only, if only . . ..

Holidays past.

As the endless days of the summer term drew to a close Alex became more and more excited. Since he was a baby his parents had arranged an annual holiday away. His earliest memories were of holiday camps in the UK. While these were great fun and full of entertainment to keep a child amused, times change and foreign holidays were becoming the norm. He remembered that first time they went to Spain, the huge swimming pool and the endless sunshine. After that first week Alex was hooked, as were his parents. Each year holidays were booked and each year brought a new Mediterranean destination. Each country visited bought new delights and new excitements.

Last year in Greece Alex had begun to notice that many of the women went topless around the pool. Up until this point he had seen nudity at many holiday resorts but his childlike mind had not associated this with any thing sexual.

That same year, some of the boys in school began to become interested in "girls ". Their talk was no longer of football and games but of girlfriends and kissing. Alex did not feel the same attraction yet, but during that fortnight in Corfu his hormones started to take control. It was early days, and while he found the pert breasts of the young Scandinavian girls fascinating he was not entirely sure why. His little erection went unnoticed in his loose shorts.

During the months that followed his Ionian sojourn puberty was to hit him hard in the face, literally. When he returned to school in September, he, like many of his friends, developed an all-consuming attraction for the opposite sex. The slightest mention of female body parts was given sexual overtones. There was still football games to be playing and battles to be fought, all boy only activities; but now there was added battle, the battle of the sexes. Which girl fancied which boy, who had kissed who, and who was whose girlfriend.

It was in the midst of this maelstrom that Alex’s’ body started to react to the hormones being pumped out at an ever-increasing rate. Initially a few fine wispy hairs appeared around his genitals and under his arms. Spots burst forth on his face and by the end of the day his armpits and groin smelled strongly of sweaty musk. Regardless of nature turning his body into a man, his penis and testicles remained unchanged. His voice remained high pitched and unbroken.

He had discovered masturbation shortly after his return to school. His initial attempts were clumsy but resulted in a shatteringly pleasurable orgasm. He became a serial wanker, stroking his dick sometimes twice or more a day, but his balls refused to co-operate and his climax remained dry. His pink glans were moist and sticky beneath the long foreskin but no amount of manipulation produced the spunk that he looked for. The fluid that would prove he was a man.

Then it happened, two weeks before the end of term. He woke up as usual with a hard on that would not go away, he studied the rigid organ and reached for the ruler he kept by his bed. YES it was getting bigger, 0.5 of a centimetre for sure. Alex was overjoyed and began his morning wank with more than usual vigour. After a few emergent strokes he felt the familiar tingle and his climax racked his body. At the very same moment his mother called him for school and he immediate jumped out of bed and dressed.

During breakfast he became aware of something cold and wet in his pants. A quick trip to the toilet confirmed that there was a small wet patch of something sticky on his underwear and his skin-covered glans were more sticky than usual. He had cum. Alex used toilet paper to clean up and proudly headed off to school, at last he was turning into a real man.

School finally ended for the long summer holidays and this year was to be special. His parents had booked two weeks in Marrakech; the sultry mystery of exotic Morocco intrigued and excited Alex. Unlike the usual European destinations Morocco was in Africa, a different culture and as far as Alex was concerned another world.

Mr and Mrs Rampton had decided that Alex was old enough to be trusted on his own. A teenager did not want to hang around with his parents too much so they agreed that they would give him some time to himself. This also meant that the Ramptons also got time to themselves. Most of the days were spent lazing by the pool, the whole family together slowly turning a golden honey brown colour in hot tropical sun. In the evenings Alex was allowed to roam the lounges and entertainment areas of the hotel complex; there was satellite TV and movies available while his parents partied the night away.

She Moves in Beauty.

Against his parents instructions Alex had left the safe confines of the hotel. Less than hundred yards away was a small cafe that catered mainly for locals. Alex gazed through the window at a young girl as she clears away the empty plates from the tables and wiped them over. She looked no older than him yet her breasts were large and he followed there every movement. The thin material of her cotton blouse did little to conceal the prominent nipples. She smiled warmly at him and Alex melted, she disappears into the back of the café with her tray, much to the disappointment of the young boy so enamoured of her.

He lingered, hoping the girl would reappear, but instead, a swarthy man in a long, off white jelarba appeared. He carried a tray and on it was a glass and bottle of Coke. He placed it carefully down on a table and beckoned to the boy. Alex looked around for someone else, but no, the man was calling him. He walked in and sat at the table, thoughts of the beautiful young girl filling his mind.

The man indicated in broken English that Alex was welcome to sit and enjoy the drink. It was late and the café empty, Alex was sure that as he drank the girl would join him. The day had been especially hot and even now, in the late evening, the air was sultry, Alex quickly drank down the coke. It was the last thing he remembered until he woke up in the blackness of that endless night.

Conditioning

Weeks passed, Alex was kept isolated in the dark cell deprived of all external stimulation. No sound, no sight penetrated his cell. Just when he thought he would go mad he awoke to what he thought was morning, but soon came to realise he was mistaken. He had been drugged again, and moved to a new room. The bright light hurt his eyes after the long weeks of darkness but eventually they became accustomed. This was no light of dawn streaming through a window but a huge screen high on the wall of the cell. He also realised that he had been strapped into position in a chair. He pulled against the tight bonds and found that something strange was inside him. Something was in his arse, it was fixed to the chair and Alex was strapped to it.

The screen sprang to life; a dark skinned boy with a huge cock was show, in close up, masturbating. Eventually the screen was filled with his ejaculating glans. For 12 hours Alex was subjected to a visual bombardment of solo male sex. By the end he had started to find the images arousing. He was again drugged and slept for 12 hours. Once again he found himself in the chair and the screen showed constant images of solo male stimulation, always accompanied the sounds of ecstatic moans. After seven days of this treatment Alex found that he became erect as soon as he saw a cock on the screen, although he was unable to wank himself he did get near to cumming but could never quite push himself over the edge; not for the want of trying.

On the eighth day the images started to change subtly. Older men appeared with the young boys, some times wanking them to orgasm other times finger fucking them as they shot their loads. By the ninth day Ales watched the young guys being fucked by the older men. While nothing was left to the imagination the screen concentrated on the pleasure being experienced by the young men as they were being fucked and always showed them shooting without being touched; a cock in there arse was all they required to cum.

This was the point at which Alex found that the chair had another purpose. Each time a guy would shoot on the screen the object in his arse would vibrate. His captors had been meticulous in their research and preparation. The chair’s dildo was individually modelled to fit Alex’s arse. As it throbbed inside him every sensitive part of his fuck cute was stimulated to perfection. Moulded to the exact shape of his prostate and tuned to the correct frequency to give maximum pleasure.

By the end of the second week Alex was shooting his load as the young guys on the screen shot, the only stimulation being the relentless anal vibration of the dildo chair. Load after load of boy cream formed into a pool on the floor under the chair, occasionally spraying out two or three feet towards the screen. The boy had no other thoughts now; every conscious moment was filled with sex and orgasmic pleasure. The brain washing treatment continued, day after day, week after week.

Finally Dr. Savage arrived from England for the final stage of the process.

The Operation

Dr. Savage was undoubtedly the world’s most experienced and skilled surgeon of urinary medicine. He had specialised in teenage boys at an early stage of his career and was acknowledged as the world’s foremost expert. He spent most of his time at his private clinic in the UK but every two months made the trip to Morocco where he was able to take advantage of the almost non-existent laws on human medical experimentation.

Alex was well sedated when the doctor entered the operating theatre. He prepared the spinal injection that would completely numb the lower half of his patient’s body during the long hours of the operation.

The initial incision was made into the scrotum. Sliding the scalpel in to the upper right side and down, across, then up the left, completely opening the sac. The doctors latex covered hands carefully removed one of the testes, pulling with it as much of the spermatic cord as possible. A tool designed by Dr. Savage for the purpose cut and cauterised the tube in one action. Soon both testicles were removed, the redundant sack skin trimmed and neatly sutured to give a smooth scar free result once healed.

The penis was to be extensively remodelled. Using a specially adapted microscope the doctor began to work. For hours he cut away tissue carefully removing the fine network of nerves running to all parts of the penis. The urethra was preserved and a new exit made just below the original site of the boy’s balls between his legs.

The penis was finally reduced to a tiny, smooth, skin covered stub. Within this stub Dr. Savage re-located the complete neural network so painstakingly removed from the external genitalia.

Seven hours later the operation was finished and Dr. Savage was pleased with the results. During the next few weeks Alex was nursed back to health. His sexual conditioning continued and although he was no longer able to cum regular hormone injections ensured that the stub of his penis still got hard and was hyper sensitive to stimulation. After six months Alex had only one reason to live and one desire, he craved constant sexual stimulation in order to reach the climax that Dr. Savage had ensured he could never achieve.

Liberation.

Mr. and Mrs. Rampton had been frantic when Alex had first disappeared. They had called the police, the British Consulate, anyone who could help but to no avail. Eventually their money had run out and they had reluctantly returned to the UK. Even after 6 months they had not given up hope and when the Foreign Office rang to say that the Moroccan police had found their son they were overjoyed.

Their joy was replace by shock and horror when they saw how the boy had been mutilated and mistreated but they were determined to care for him and give him as normal a life as possible.

At Home.

Mr Rampton walked into his son’s bedroom. He had just had a shower and was dressed in a short, white towelling bathrobe. He looked down at the boy, naked on his bed; his hand was lightly pinching the stub that was all that remained of his penis. Although it was only a half-inch long it stood hard and dark from the smooth groin. Alex writhed in pleasure; his father’s cock hardened at the sight and 10 inches of solid man meat parted the bathrobe. When Alex saw his father’s rigid organ he reacted as conditioned and lifted his legs to give access to his ever-ready fuck chute. Mr. Rampton positioned his glossy, swollen bell end at the tight hole, it relaxed and opened, that was now Alex’s natural reaction. His father slid in with only slight pressure, the boy was always lubricated and ready, he began fucking his son hard and fast. Alex rubbed his stub penis harder and faster as his father pounded his prostrate, the boy constantly seeking the relief of an unobtainable orgasm.

Mr. Rampton felt his tool become harder and his balls rose into firing position. His son’s arse gripped him and massaged the full length of his shaft with rippling muscle control. As he ejaculated he was in no doubt that it had been worth every penny of the ten thousand pound he had paid Dr. Savage for his son’s treatment in Morocco.

End

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