After being so entertained by all of the wonderful writers on this web I thought it was my turn to try. Part 2 will be ready soon.
A - H I - P Q - Z Newest Files
It was a closed and secretive meeting held in the interior
of an ancient wooden temple. The walls were scanned for recording
devises, and then checked again. One of the men was American, the
rest were Asian. Collectively they were as wealthy as a small
country. Singularly they were jaded with all the pleasures of the
Earth.
They called themselves the Tribe. One of their many
enterprises which they held collectively, that couldn’t be traced
back individually was a semi-traditional geisha house. It was
this that they were discussing now. They wanted a rare dragonfly
for their garden of flowers, and butterflies. They all agreed on
the specifications of this rare creature. A phone call was placed
to an international slave agent. He broke the code, and realized
what these men were offering a million dollars for. At that price
their request would be honored.
Several potential candidates were shadowed. Within a few
days they knew they found their prey. The boy had been spotted in
the Louve. He looked like a living sculpture of an arch angel. He
was with a number of American students, apparently on a teen camp
travel program. A few Frenchmen were glancing at the boy. It was
hard not to. He really did resemble a little angel. His eyes were
so deep blue, they looked violet, and his hair was chestnut with
streaks of gold from the sun. He was the youngest in the group he
was with, 13 or 14. The rest looked more like 16.
From a distance he sounded intelligent, at least he was
asking the guards questions in French. He seemed completely
unaware of himself, and the interest he was engaging.
The group was easy to follow. They were staying at a small
hotel not far from St. Basilica.
That night a band of terrorists broke into the hotel. The
motivation appeared to be robbery. All of the residents were
gathered quickly, and made to lie on the floor of the dining
hall, their hands over their heads. When the attack was over, and
the invaders with their submachine guns gone, so too was the boy.
It was easy to get him out of France. They drugged him so he
was docile, and cooperative. They dressed him in a chadur and
veil. By using a false Iranian passport they passed him as one of
the many wives of Abu Ser. No one examined him closely that night
as the malevolent party departed by sea. Only the boys haunted
glazed eyes could be seen as he went through customs. Just
another young Arab woman going home with the men of her family.
Once on the mid-sized yacht transgressing the Mediterranean,
they had a chance to asses their merchandise. They no longer had
to drug him, as now he was tied up least he try to run and jump
overboard. His name was Michael, but that didn’t interest them as
he would be re-named soon enough. What they did want to know
about was the parts of him they had yet to see.
He was brought to a small inside room, little more than a
closet that would serve as a place to examine him. The men who
handled him were all experienced slavers in the flesh trade
world. They had seen many incredible specimens but this one was
impressive, he was beautiful. They removed the chadur from him
and placed him on the examining table. Michael tried to bite his
captures hand, so they tied a gag around his lush mouth. They
jerked him down on the hard metal table that they had set up for
him. They were anxious to see his hidden parts. Would it be as
beautiful as his face. Not that it would matter for long. It was
hard to read the boy’s expression. He wouldn’t look them in the
eyes or show fear. Maybe that would change when they finished
with him.
His legs and arms were covered with pale blond hair, the
rest of him was smooth, almost silky from his nervous sweat. His
genitals were lovely, a medium sized cock, large for his
proportions, still hairless. His scrotum too was nicely formed,
he had a beautiful package. They flipped him over to look at his
rear. It was smooth and tight a flat dimpled plane. He flexed it
inward as if to retreat from the cold metal table.
The boss placed his hands on the boys bottom, and spread the
cheeks apart. His anus was a small healthy pink. The boss had
each man take one of the boys legs and spread them apart so he
could free his own hands. He took out a jar of Vaseline and
coated his fingers with it, then he leaned over the boy, taking
his index finger and piercing through the boy’s tight hole, his
nail stabbing the delicate skin. The boy seemed to choke on his
breathe. This finger was quickly followed by the middle finger
working inside the boys passage to allow a small vibrator room to
shove past the boys sphincter muscle. The boy shrieked into his
gag as the boss tugged, twisted and forced the shaking object
into the boys ass.
Once the vibrator was firmly in place inside the boy’s canal
he was turned back over. Tears were streaming out of his eyes,
but that didn’t distract his penis from expanding nicely. It was
time to manipulate it. One man took it into his mouth and
masterly sucked on it. The boss cupped the boys scrotum in his
large hand. He gingerly squeezed, and massaged it. Feeling the
hard balls buried within, he played with them almost
thoughtfully. He wondered what this boy would do if he knew how
little time he had left to have them. It had not been decided
where and when the boy would be gelded. It would probably wait
until he arrived in Japan. As he caressed the balls he wished
that he had been ordered to do the castration. At this point he
was only permitted to little more than finger the boy and start
to break his spirit. He would not be paid full price if the
merchandise was damaged.
The crew finally arrived in The Sudan where they were met by
a private plane. Inside a hanger the exchange of boy for money
took place. He was drugged once again and the jet took off.
Before the plane landed he was placed in a cargo bag which was
carried to a waiting limousine. The respected businessman who in
his time had paid off a number of politicians never had to waste
his valuable time declaring his imports.
Two hours later the boy was laid on a futon in a cell under
a notorious brothel in downtown Tokyo. He was still unconscious.
There were several men in the room observing him. They noted his
exquisite face, almost feminine with just a splash of ginger and
spice coming from his maleness. He would be their white geisha.
Their secret would be that the white geisha would be a eunuch,
not a girl.
That would be the next step. he had to be castrated. They
decided just to remove his manhood, his penis would stay the
evidence of his former boyhood, a tempting toy under his robes,
hidden and naughty. They couldn’t take any chances with his
gelding. He was too expensive. They had called in the best there
was. This Doctor, a eunuch himself was though, and a
perfectionist. The Doctor looked at him, “Each boy is different.
It is like feng shui. I will be able to sense how to keep a
positive flow and make the perfect eunuch for you after I have
had a chance to examine him privately without interruption so I
can choose the correct time and procedure to use on this child.”
They agreed to wait for the boy to wake up.
End of Part One