INFAMOUS TRADE by Andrej Koymasky (C) 1998 - 2002 written the 20th of July, 1995 translated by the author English text kindly revised by Jer
USUAL DISCLAIMER
"INFAMOUS TRADE" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest.
FIRST
Seoul - December 1988
He was returning to his house in Seoul on a cold and gray morning. Coming from Taipei, he had with him a Chihuahua and ten millions pounds in cash. The Chihuahua was a present for his lover, a sixteen year old English boy he had bought in London two years earlier for fifty-two thousand pounds. The boy's name was Elton.
He had to pay the ten million to general Kim Jong, a cousin of the President and chief commander of the KCIA. The South-Korean secret service. He owed him thirty million and had only three weeks left. Otherwise, he would meet a horrible end. He absolutely had to find the rest of the money, but he was sure he could and so started to breath easier again.
His name was Yung Chem, but was nicknamed 'The Clown' because he always managed to giggle at the wrong time. In reality, as it often happens with oriental people, he giggled when he was embarrassed, but this was known only by a few intimate people. He was now thirty five years old, thin, with angular features, intense black hair even for a Korean man, wide eyes always half closed even if nothing escaped his attention, perfect very white teeth and proudly, all his own.
One of his jobs was to recycle dirty money. However, his main activity was the sale of boys into male prostitution. All of the boys were refugees from war zones, or lands struck by famine. Around the world, in neither case, were they missed. The first selection was done by people speculating on the transport of masses of people in flight. They chose, and skillfully separated from the adults, all the orphan boys who were sound, nice, between twelve and sixteen year old. If they were not orphans then boys who were not together their parents. Then, his men made the second selection. The final one he did personally. But for himself, he wanted only the best of the best, and only Caucasian boys from good families, so he paid for them very dearly.
His wealth grew rapidly and he had invested his savings buying a luxury hotel in Tokyo, thanks to his good relations with the Japanese yakuza; some very exclusive brothels in Bangkok, a famous antique shop in Rome and a brewery in Scotland. He now hoped he didn't have to sell them to pay the general.
When he left the airport, as usual without passing the customs (this was one of the lesser benefits of working for Kim Jong) it was still snowing. Yung reached the Mercedes waiting for him. He ordered Jeff Dalton, a former Mozambique's mercenary his own age, a bundle of muscles he rescued from death row where he was held after he had raped and killed a young UNO soldier, and made him one of his body guards, to take care of the little dog. Then he ordered Naoki Sato, his Japanese driver and body guard, twenty-nine year old, karate's world champion in 1980 and in 1983 who had to abandon Japan as he was caught fucking the seventeen year old son of one of the most influential politicians of Japan, to take care of his luggage. He sat on the back seat and poured himself a drink while Jeff, a kalashnikoff hidden under his raincoat, was keeping an eye on movements nearby the car. Finally they left.
Yung was recalling the day before, when he sold boys for four million dollars to his contact in Dubai -- the Arab market remained as always, the best. He sold them "at catalogue" that is just showing the album with the pictures of the naked boys. The go between knew that his merchandise was flawless, as the scrap was sold to the brothels. He would never have palmed it off to one of his good clients. Yung received a good price and was satisfied. The merchandise would be delivered by ship that had to be landing today at Aden. The boys, drugged shortly before landing, were put inside special containers, and his go between would take charge of them, sorting them for the various buyers. He knew that the man marked up his price increasing it by twenty per cent, but that was not his business. It was that man, who had the right contacts with the Arab aristocracy, wanting always fresh boys for their harems.
Yung earned another six thousand dollars selling, without having even the time to negotiate, and therefore under priced, his regatta sailing boat he had in Adelaide, and three of his brothels in Hong Kong. The bad business put a bitter taste in his mouth, but the danger of Kim Jung could not be taken lightly. On the other side Kim was his almighty protector, thanks to him he could escape those who wanted to frame him for murders and illegal trade.
And now he had just three more weeks to scrap together the other twenty million. He had to manage. Kim gave him that sum to invest in America and he let it vanish like he was a greenhorn! He could not forgive himself! He entrusted the money to an Italian banker with whom, in past, he done very good business. But the man was involved in bankruptcy and the police, finding on him that sum not registered in the official accounts, confiscated it. And now, of course, Kim demanded restitution from him.
Yung gained experience by being in the Army, first in Korea, then also in Vietnam. He was a bully, without scruples, clever and merciless. But he could do nothing against Kim. The chief commander of the KCIA was the most powerful man in South Korea after the President and his enormous power allowed him to perpetrate the worst crimes scot free. To have Yung murdered, after torturing him at his pleasure, was a child's game to Kim.
"If you don't bring me back all the money in four weeks," he said to Yung, "first I'll cut your precious cock off and thrust it inside your ass hole. Then, I'll have you flayed alive, one millimeter of your skin for each sterling you owe me. Is that clear? One at a time!"
Young knew that he was not jesting at all, he would keep his threat to the letter.
He had to pay him back. But later... he would find a way to make him pay. He ferociously hated Kim. He would give him tit for tat... and he knew how...
Yung's house in Seoul was an ancient countryside pavilion of the King's Court, that the Japanese used as a residence for superior officers during the war. He bought it when it was in very bad condition. He restored all the exterior carefully and redid the interior completely, making it a luxury residence. One of the first things he wanted was to completely climatize it, and a greenhouse in its interior, where he could grow orchids -- it was his hobby. Especially the white orchids, he used exclusively when it was time to change his lover.
Back home, he did a tour of telephone calls to plan the gathering of the remaining sum. His American associates guaranteed him that they would organize everything perfectly. Then he went to cut all the white orchids and filled the apartment with them. Jeff and Naoki, who knew the meaning of that, smiled and prepared themselves. Then Yung entered his rose-wood bath tub that he had build expressly by French master coopers -- thousands of small, perfect staves of the rare and precious wood. It was a wide round tub, over thirteen feet in diameter, made in three concentric levels. The central one, a circle five feet in diameter was ten inches under the water level, then there were two rings, one deep twenty nine inches and the most external one three feet ten inches. Twelve silver fillers in shape of dragons, all around, poured warm and cedar scented water into the tub.
He relaxed, then summoned Elton, who he just left in his bedroom, excited and happy with the Chihuahua he desired. Yung made of Elton a little faithful dog. When he took a new lover, Yung was exhilarated to first subdue, tame them, then to educate them. He made of them real jewels who could compete with the ancient and famous King's courtesans -- people selected for their fascination and talent, educated to sing, dance, play ancient instruments, make calligraphy and compose poems, to serve drinks and food putting the delicate morsels with their small fingers between the lips of the guest, to amiably chatter, and to the most refined sexual performances -- they were called "recreation's creatures".
Yung transformed the scared boys he choose for himself into perfect recreation's creatures -- this was his pride, his talent, his specialty. Elton's preparation was complete, perfect. He showed to be a pupil full of talent. In all senses. Yung personally cared for their formation, and hired the best teachers for his boy lovers. Elton assimilated all the teachings with enthusiasm and easily, eager to please him. Elton came from an old family fallen in destitution, and had had a very meager life. When he had been kidnapped to sell him to Yung, he was a scared puppy, needing safety. He gave him that -- a beautiful home, delicious food, wonderful clothes. And the boy underwent all the requests of Yung, and let the man transform him in an extremely sensual being, subjugated to the desires of an excellent lover. On the sexual field, Elton readily complied with any and all of Yung's desire, with real enthusiasm and sheer passion.
Yung had been generous with him -- each present he gave to the boy, he explained him, was a way to tell him how much Elton was important to him, it was almost like giving to the boy a bit of himself. And Elton was grateful to the man for that. From this journey the man brought him besides the little dog, a splendid track-suit in ostrich leather from Kenzo, and the boy at once wore it, enraptured.
"Elton, come here. Now!"
When Elton came, Yung was already aroused. "Put your puppy on the floor, pull off your track-suit and come into the tub. First close the door, I don't want somebody to disturb us."
The boy readily obeyed -- in a short while he was standing at the tub edge, naked and smiling. He wore golden bracelets on his wrists and ankles.
"Pull them off." Yung said.
The boy was slender, had small and firm buns, luminous green eyes, blond hair parted in center, the groin hairs perfectly shaved so that he seemed still an adolescent, but already with an exciting hint of maturity.
Yung came out from the tub and went to lay on the small bed near the tub: "Shave me... before." he said and covered his face with a wet warm towel.
He felt after a short while the boy spreading the foam on his chest, arms and legs. Then he felt the long and pleasurable passages of the really sharp razor on his skin. The boy had a light and firm hand. It was agreeable being shaved by him. But in a while he will feel another, more intense pleasure.
Elton finished shaving him, then carefully rinsed him. Yung pulled off the towel from his face and went back into the tub, standing in the deeper part of it, so that he had the water to his armpits. He made a gesture to the boy to join him. Elton stepped over the low edge of the tub, and slipped into the strong embrace of Yung, happy to feel his skin slip on that of the man. Without saying a word, the boy started to lick the man's nipples, holding them sweetly between his sensual lips. With his hand he went down to caress, between the legs of the man, his fiery erected member, hard for him. Yung, keeping him gently embraced, stepped back to the two high wooden steps, and sat on the top one. The boy, plunged his head under water, took in his mouth the strong member of Yung. The man, slowly slipped on the central platform and lied down -- the water covered his body, but now his member emerged from it and the boy, without losing his greedy hold, can continue his job without the fear of missing a breath.
Yung looked at him, devotedly bent on his body, his hair streaming water, skillfully moving his head up and down on his exposed virility. Yes, he really became an expert, he applied the right pressure with his lips, he moved his tongue with art, he was giving him an intense pleasure. And with his expert fingers he was touching the man here and there, increasing his pleasure. Yes, Yung loved the complete and joyful dedication, devotion with which the boy was pleasing him. He let him do it for a while, then sat up and slipped again into the water. Elton continued to suck with perfect moves, but after several seconds he had to emerge. He smiled to the man. Yung with his fingertips pulled off the boy's hair from his face, and smiled him back, to make him understand he was pleased with him.
He pulled the boy to himself in a light hug, almost cuddling him, and asked: "Are you happy, Elton? Tell me the truth, you know that anyway I always understand if you hide me something..."
The boy leaned his cheek on the man's chest while with a finger he traced small circles around one of Yung nipples: "I love you Chem. I want to belong to you forever."
"I didn't ask you that. I asked you if you are truly, completely happy."
"Yes... you give me all I could desire... and even more. And you allow me to love your body. And you give me pleasure and joy. Really, I want to be with you forever..."
Elton looked up to the man -- his young face framed by his still streaming hair, was illuminated in a trustful smile glimmering in his eyes and giving to his lips a sensual bend. Yung kissed his eyes and savored the water wetting them, then lowered to kiss him on his tender lips.
Their tongues lightly played, then Elton went to lick the man's earlobe and tenderly whispered: "I want always be happy as I am now, between your arms..."
Yung again tenderly kissed his lips and caressed the nape of his neck. Then he took the boy, made him spread his legs around his waist and, with only one expert move, pulled Elton to himself and penetrated him, while he sank all his tongue in the boy's mouth. The boy shuddered all over for that double, contemporary, fast and strong invasion of his two ends. Yung turned, made the boy lean on the submerged step so that only the boy's head emerged, and started to take him. Elton, while was happily welcoming the man inside him, suckled his tongue, caressed his back and sides, titillated his nipples, enjoying to be taken by the man and eager to give him the maximum of pleasure, like the man taught him. Yung enjoyed the boy for a long while, pumping inside him at times strongly at times gently, and drinking the joy expression with which the boy was enjoying that long, skilled fuck. Then, finally, the man poured all his seed deep inside the boy, who closed his eyes, quivering with an intense pleasure.
Fully sated his sexual needs the man, without leaving the boy, moved near the edge of the tub and silently rang the bell.
It was not, like on the other occasion, the waiter coming with two bath gown, but Jeff and Naoki, both already stark naked. Elton didn't see them, and neither felt them draw near -- he was still enjoying the strong virile member deeply embedded inside him.
"Take him he's all yours." Yung simply said.
Elton saw that the man was looking upward, at his back and turned exactly while Jeff was seizing him by his armpits and pulling him out bodily of the water, handling him like a twig. He saw the lustful smile of Jeff, the erect member of Naoki and understood. "Why?" he simply asked turning to look at Yung, filled of horrified amazement.
The man didn't answer. Meanwhile Jeff laid down Elton on the small bed near the tub and, helped by Naoki, was preparing himself to take him.
"But I am yours, only yours! Why? Don't go away, answer me!" Elton said desperate looking at Yung who was coming out of the tub.
"No, I'm not leaving, I want to enjoy the scene..." Yung answered drawing near and sitting on a precious ancient stool.
"But why?" the boy moaned while Jeff, climbed on top of him, was aiming with his member between the small firm buttocks and was starting to push.
"Because it is over, Elton. Tomorrow you will be brought to be put up for auction, and a new master will buy you, and you will have to make him enjoy, and enjoy, and enjoy... Therefore, start now by making me see how skilled you are to make my two men enjoy!"
"No..." the boy moaned, shuddering.
"Yes. Make me see how good you are in making them both enjoy, or else... look what an end you will have." Yung said with a quiet voice.
He took the little Chihuahua and plunged him into the tub, keeping him submerged until the poor little animal, making his last effort, ceased to live. Yung extracted him streaming water and showed the little corpse to the boy, who shut his eyes. Jeff impaled him, moaning his pleasure.
"Open your eyes. Make Jeff enjoy as you should, then also Naoki. Show me that you really learned how to make your master enjoy! Do your best, Elton, don't disappoint me..." Yung said with alluring voice, enjoying the scene.
A couple of hours later Yung was taking care of his orchids -- he was feeling in perfect shape. Elton, after he thoroughly satisfied his two body guards, had been dressed and accompanied to the airport by two of his employees, destination New York. The boy was seated in a wheel chair, in an unconscious state thanks to an injection he received. The medical certificates released by the main Seoul hospital, certified he had to be immediately brought to a specialized clinic and qualified the two Elton's accompanying people as his doctor and a nurse. The small, usual pleasure from the general Kim...
He loved assisting to the end of his young lovers, it aroused him sexually reading in their eyes, depending on the boys, desperation, disappointment, rebellion, pain, bitterness, resignation... He felt all of those sensations, and he was much younger than them.
His boys were a wonderful investment -- the recreation's creatures educated by him, at the auctions, got always very high prices. The boy before Elton, Adelio, a Spanish boy, had been bought by the representative of Brunei's Sultan for a very large sum, after a long battle, with the emissary of an anonymous but very rich African general. White meat gave more profit than the yellow or black one, at a certain level.
Yung, leaving his orchids, went to his private studio. He fixed himself a drink, added three ice cubes, and took the leather folder that was on his desk. He extracted a set of color pictures portrait size. They were those of his next boy. Really a wonderful specimen of adolescent male. Hair of a darker blond than that of Elton, light blue eyes, no physical flaws, no mental disturbances. He liked above all the picture shot near a pool, where the boy wore just a tiny swimsuit, and a close up of the boy's face. He would make of him a splendid recreation's creature, even better than Elton.
He would buy him in New York, his next stop, and take him to Seoul to initiate, mold, educate him. The short but happy permanence with him would be for the boy a golden life, and for him the source of endless pleasure. During the last week Yung read and read again the boy's data, he knew them by heart. He was just thirteen, and he was still a virgin, according to the inquiries. To perform the rite of the defloration on a boy, gave him immense pleasure, almost as much as that he would get at the moment when he gave his lover to his two body guards, because that also was like a new defloration, the complete loss of all the boy's virginity and innocence.
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Seoul - April 1961
It was a warm morning and eleven year old Yung Chem entered a bank in the elegant neighborhood of Myong-Dong, holding the hand of his mother and doing his best to fight back the fear that was gripping him. His mother had warned him -- if he shows fear, the banker could become suspicious and the plan would come to nothing.
Chem's mother was thirty nine year old -- she was a lean woman, gifted with a natural and discreet elegance, with magnetic eyes. She had been a famous recreation's creature, lover of many influential personages both political and military. But with the passing of years her beauty withered and she had lost all the protections. Thanks to her ability she dedicated herself to the activities of dealing in stolen goods and forgery, that she alternated with that as an instructor of new courtesans to set off to high rank prostitution. Chem admired his mother's spirit of adventure, and her energy that drew people around her.
His father Song was a gorgeous man thirty five years old. As a young man he went to the States, where he worked for five years as a valet in the houses of famous movies stars. So, on occasion at the magnificent parties, he saw close up many movies stars. Chem listened enraptured by his fathers stories, and Song's tales set a deep mark on Chem's fantasy. Especially when he told him that he met the great Clark Gable and that he spent a short holiday in Colorado with him, and not as a servant, but as his intimate friend...
What his father didn't tell him is that in reality he had been hired by the famous actor to cheer up the nights of a close friend... and the reason why he spend the days sleeping under the sun was because he needed to recover after the nights spent having wild sex with the young guest of the star. Anyway, that was not the first nor the last man or woman he indifferently satisfied in his youth. He was always ready for a bed rodeo... but then, he got tired of that life, and decided to go back to Korea. Here he met Shin, Chem's mother, the two fell in love and married and not even one year later Chem was born and grew up in a milieu of easy money, of whispered words, of emotions.
Chem always assisted the lessons that his mother gave to the young girls and he literally drank in all the teachings of his mother. He also took part in several frauds of his parents, in fact the presence of a little child was often a determining element to carry them to a good end. But he never participated in a fraud as important as the National Bank of Korea. That fraud, a business of forged bonds, was literally a matter of life or death. They were necessary to corrupt a CIA agent who discovered that Song and Shin were the authors of a fraud made to some American generals about a non existent diamond mine in Siam.
The detective, Charles Wade, was the classical American. The Marlboro-man, but with a huge ego and with a hard and an easily irritated character. For three days he kept Song prisoner in the house of two Korean accomplices. Either Shin brought him a huge amount of money before noon, or Song would be killed, Shin arrested as forger and Chem shut in an orphanage or abandoned on the street.
Shin's assurances that all would go smoothly didn't succeed in calming the boy about the fate of his adored father. Little Chem lived with his parents in a small but luxurious apartment in Tong Dae Mun, the largest market in South Korea, near the Great East Gate. He was a sociable and well mannered boy, extroverted, able to lie keeping a candid and sincere expression, and was cultivating fantasies of greatness and power.
A few weeks before some tourists caught Chem in a corner of the park of former Royal Palace, while he was fucking the ass a ten year old boy that he had stripped naked, gagged and tied. The police and the boy's family was silenced by paying them.
Chem's parents were well aware of their son's sexual preferences, in fact before this incident they caught him while he was with an eight year old boy, son of neighbors, who was knelling in front of Chem giving him head. Chem was precocious, he hit his puberty a little before he was ten years old, and at once he revealed a complete indifference towards the girls and a passionate attraction towards males. He had designs on boys younger or his same age and he was skilled at enticing, bending or forcing them to satisfy his sexual drives. As for adults, he often went to sit on the lap of his father's friends and tossed on them until he could feel their erections pushing against his little ass through their clothes. At this point he looked at them pretending amazement and let them, giving to the poor men a sense of guilt for the emotion that he provoked and enjoyed until a moment before.
His parents, used to cheat on the other people, in this case cheated on themselves, continuing to consider the wild sexuality of their little child as completely normal. They justified the fact that Chem believed everything allowed him in order to satisfy his sexual drives, that he regarded his play mates as a simple pleasure object to bent to his desires, to use and throw away, smiling and saying that they were just the pranks of a child a little bit exuberant sexually.
Shin pushed him to attend schools of karate and dance to strengthen his body and, just eleven, Chem naked could pass for a fifteen year old boy, thanks to his well developed endowment. And yet, when wearing boyish clothes, with his innocent and honest face, he could pass at most for a ten year old boy
Skilled swindlers as they were, Shin, Song and also the little Chem, were used to getting the maximum conceding the minimum. Where Chem was different from his parents was his complete insensibility to the sentiments of the others, joined to his determination to knock down any obstacle that interposed between him and what he wanted. For the child money was not only the mean to buy a toy or a sweet, but the mean to reach power. Chem felt it, knew it, was deeply convinced of that.
In the office on the second floor of mister Kithan, first vice-president of the National Bank of Korea, Chem was sitting near the banker's desk playing with a cigarette holder box, like any boy bored at grown up people talk. His mother and Kithan, a small man in his fifties, plump and with oily hair, wearing a dark blue suit, were near the window opening on the street studded with costly boutiques, bars and luxury restaurants. Chem could not hear what they were saying to each other, but noticed the banker's hand caressing her ass. The woman whispered something in the banker's ear, giggling. The man smiled in answer, pleased. Shin's beauty was no longer what it once was, but she still radiated a charm she skillfully used to fascinate her victims.
In Chem's eyes, his mother never ceased to be a wonderful woman. And according Shin the banker had a weakness for married women, weakness that could be used to muddle his judgment skills and persuade him to advance a big sum in exchange for the fake bonds. And now Chem was looking at his mother exerting all her mysterious fascination on the small man on whom depended his father life. Chem was anxious -- would the man fall in his mother's trap? He looked at the Murano glass clock on the desk and saw it was marking ten thirty -- just ninety minutes left... will they be enough?
He heard footsteps and looked towards the window. Kithan was parting from his mother and leaving. The man was so serious that the boy thought he refused. He closed his eyes and tears started to flow silently, and his stomach was twisting in desperation. He felt his shoulder touched -- he opened his eyes and saw his mother, again seated near him, who was smiling to him. The woman dried his tears, made him sign to keep silent and nodded. Then they remained in silence, looking at the clock on the desk, without talking nor looking at each other, like if they were engrossed in listening at the ticking of the massive clock on the desk.
The banker came back. He crossed the room and, pulled out from his jacket a brown envelope, handed it to the woman. Chem, very excited, watched his mother controlling the content of the envelope -- he never saw so much money in all his life. Song would survive. The nightmare was near ending and they would start to live all three together like always. Chem never was so proud of his fascinating mother. He would have liked to hug her tight between his arms telling her how marvelous she was, but he remained still and silent watching her counting the money.
Shin pushed Chem towards the window and gave him her last instructions -- he had to leave the bank at once and go to wait for her in the tea room he already knew about. She had yet to carry out some particulars with mister Kithan, then would meet him there.
The boy didn't ask questions, he didn't need his mother explaining details. While he quickly left the office, the thought that his marvelous mother had to be subjected to that filthy fright, made him shudder with disgust -- Kithan had also a grandson around twelve, he saw his picture on the desk with his surly wife, their son and grandson. He would find that boy, he would put him under, and fuck him mercilessly, to revenge his mother. He swore silently and solemnly.
In a stark apartment at the top floor of a big deserted building bordering the American Army base, the detective Charles Wade was counting the money in the brown envelope. In the room, besides the three of them, were to huge Koreans, that Wade introduced as members of the Korean Police. Chem was not at all convinced, they had an aspect much more frightening than the seducing swindlers or thieves he met with his parents. The two men exuded evil just from their appearance.
Song was in some other room of that apartment, and they soon would see him again and bring him home with them. They had just to wait for the American to finish checking the money. Chem leaned against his mother -- he could feel they all were at the mercy of that awful trio.
When he finished counting the money, Wade put the brown envelope in a drawer that he locked with a key, and threw a glance to his accomplices. Chem didn't read anything good on it. Then the detective looked at Chem with a cold smile, from head to toe, then addressed the woman, "My two friends heard that once you were a recreation's creature, one of the best of all Korea. I promised them that they could enjoy you, in exchange for your freedom. Try to please my men. If they don't find you... exciting, I swear you all won't go out of here alive. About me, instead..." he said unconsciously passing the tip of his tongue on his lips, an looking again at Chem, "I prefer amuse myself in another way... this young man and I will go in another room to amuse ourselves, right, my nice young man?"
Shin answered, tense and putting her arm in a protective gesture around Chem's shoulders, "This was not on our agreement..."
"It's for sure not you who can put conditions, woman!" Wade said, standing up.
"First let me see my husband. If he is alive and sound... we will do what you are requesting us. Right Chem? You will make mister Wade amuse himself to rescue papa, right Chem? You will obey him and please him in all he could ask you, right Chem?"
The boy seriously nodded. He learned from his mother, when she gave lessons to the girls destined to prostitution, how a recreation's creature can give the top pleasure to a man. He would do it, he would put it in practice for that hideous man. To rescue his father he would have done it willingly.
Wade made then a gesture and guided them in a naked corridor, followed by his two Korean accomplices. They stopped in front of a door with a peephole.
Wade opened the small hole and said towards the interior, "You got visitors, Song." and went aside to let the woman peep inside.
Chem too wanted to look, to see his father, but he was too small. Shin looked inside, said a "hi" to her husband, in low voice and the man from inside answered with a "hi".
Then Wade pushed her aside, closed the peephole and said: "Satisfied? Now go with my men. You, boy, come here." and took Chem by his arm.
His mother nodded to him and followed the two Koreans. Chem was brought in a room where was just a wide bed with a mattress, without sheets. Wade locked the door with a key then, turning towards the boy with a cold smile, started to undress him with his sweaty hands. When the boy was completely naked, his eyes shone with lust. He lifted him up and brought him to the bed, where he deposed the boy on his belly. Standing near the bed, the man undressed himself with feverish moves. Chem looked at his fat circumcised member that was menacingly rising towards him.
Wade drew nearer, took the boy's head between his hands, "Open wide your mouth, kid, and suck it!" he said with hoarse voice.
Chem closed his eyes and opened wide his mouth -- he felt the man pushing it inside his mouth. He clasped his lips around the big shaft and started to suck and to move his tongue on that huge rod. The man started to vigorously fuck him in his mouth. At times Chem felt it pushed down to his throat and had gag reflexes, but the kid controlled himself. He felt the man's hands leaving his head and soon felt his finger rummaging between his small buttocks, finding his little hole and pushing inside with strength. Chem shuddered and felt pain, but continued to suck at his best the pole of the man.
The man groaned pleased, "You are still a virgin, kid... I always loved deflowering you little Korean kids. In a while you will taste my stake in your nice little ass. It'll hurt you, very much, but if you yell, or just complain, if you try to escape me, to avoid my stake... your father... I'll cut his throat like to a lamb, remember."
Chem was scared but told himself that he would please the man in every and all ways. Any price in order to rescue his father. Anyway, in some other room, his mother was paying a similar price, and with those two disgusting men.
Wade slipped out from the boy's mouth without a word, climbed on the bed. Spreading the boy's little buttocks, spit between them centering the small unviolated hole and put on it the tip of his meat weapon. And pushed. Chem was tight, the huge tool seemed that could not enter. Chem felt afraid that the man could become mad at him. Remembering his mother's teachings, he completely relaxed in spite of the pain he was feeling at these frantic pushes. At last Chem felt a violent tear, a sharp pain and felt he was ripped up, invaded, filled and the man again grunted pleased and started to toss on him, strongly panting and tightly holding him by his waist. Chem hated that beastly man and in him all the Westerners. He would take revenge on their sons, he would take them, and deflower them, and use them, and throw them away, he swore while silent tears flew down his cheeks. The pain was so intense, so immense that soon was like an anesthetic, and now Chem could just feel the body of the man tossing on top of him. It seemed he wouldn't ever stop. But finally the American cummed, biting his shoulder, clasping him with iron hands, emitting guttural sounds at each push, filling the boy's depths with his hot lava. Then he collapsed on the boy, heavily panting for a while.
Then the American got up, stood up near the bed and show the boy his now half hard rod, stained with the boy's blood, "Clean it!" he ordered.
Chem obeyed. No, that pig didn't use him like a recreation's creature, he had simply raped him, and was enjoying to hurt and humiliate him. He was a perverse man. Anyway Chem obeyed, filled with hatred. Chem obeyed and while he was feeling the taste of his own blood, again swore he would take his revenge. The man at last dressed again and made the boy dress.
Then he accompanied Chem at the apartment door: "Go downstairs, in a while your father and mother will come downstairs also..."
"No, I'll wait for them here..." the boy protested, forgetting his aching ass.
He could feel that something was not going in the right way. He was again scared, but he was determined to resist and he wanted to see at once, and there, his father and his mother. But the man simply pushed him violently out and shut the door. Chem hammered on the door for a long while, yelling, but from inside no answer came. At the end, broken-hearted, he decided to wait, sitting and leaning against the door -- sooner or later they had to come out from there!
He waited for a long time. Then he heard the police's sirens, many. A sense of foreboding caught him. He ran down the stairs. There were also two ambulances. Chem approached, his heart in his mouth, and recognized them in spite of the sea of blood -- the naked bodies of his father and his mother, crashed down from the apartment on the eighth floor. He then told the policemen about the American man. He returned upstairs with them -- the apartment was empty, there was no trace of the three men.
Near an open window, on the floor there were his father and mother's clothes, carefully folded, and on them a piece of paper with a message traced on it "Forgive us, Chem. We didn't want to end in a prison."
Chem shouted it was a lie, they didn't kill themselves. The American killed them and took all the money and raped him, and... They didn't believe him. They told him to go away, annoyed. And Chem at once understood -- they had been paid not to listen to him. But, he asked himself, why the American didn't kill him too? He made a huge mistake, he would take revenge. He would take revenge on everybody, everybody, everybody!
He had just to grow up, to become rich, powerful. Then, they would tremble in front of him. Oh yes, they will tremble!
CONTINUES IN CHAPTER SECOND
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