Date: Mon, 2 Dec 2019 16:51:10 +0000 From: Andrew Passey Subject: The Foster Boy Part 8 (Young Friends) I woke up and saw Andy sitting in a chair, wearing just boxer shorts smiling at me. "I thought you were going to sleep all day, right time to get up, we've got work to do.". I realised I was naked under the sheets, someone (Andy?) must have undressed me which embarrassed me. "Er can you turn your back while I get up and get changed". I asked. Andy laughed,"Don't be silly, we're all boys here and you need to be naked" I was instantly confused "Er....Why? I'm not flying till later am I and I can't fly naked!"I said. Andy smiled but I could see something else there, regret? Sadness? "You need to be naked as I need to teach you the skills you're going to need to survive. To live your new life. I've got three days to teach you all about oral and anal sex. I need longer but time is against us. So you're going be sucking my dick, you're going to be taking my dick but you'll also be sticking your big dick of yours inside me which I am quite excited about" he said matter of factly. I almost passed out in shock, then felt anger rising... "WHAT THE FUCK!? NO FUCKING WAY" I shouted. He walked over to me and sat on the bed, "I'm afraid that's the way things have to be" he said sounding genuinely disappointed. I started to get out of bed, "I'm going to go and tell Greg". He laughed, without amusement though, a bitter laugh, "Who do you think is in charge here? Who gave me three days to teach you before selling you on? Greg! He's in charge. Nice dick by the way" he said with a grin as I realised I was standing up naked. He pulled his pants down to show off a dick even bigger than mine, over 4 inches soft, who knows how much hard.I sat down and tried to cover up, "Well let's test your oral skills, I guess it's your first time so don't bite, I'll teach you the tricks of the trade, and to answer the question you want to ask, just over six inches " he said, referring to how big when hard I guessed! He pulled me close, pushed my head into his lap by his dick, then surreptitiously he whispered in my ear "We're being watched, I'm trapped here like you, don't fight it, it only makes things worse. I'll do what I can to make it as easy as possible, to help you, but I know from bitter experience there is no way out. Well there is, either being sold to the highest bidder or a body bag, which do you want?". One thing that being fostered makes you is adaptable. the constant moving from family to family, well you need to be able to cope and react quickly. I realised I was trapped for now, I needed Andy on side and if I was being watched by Greg then I would bide my time. I took Andy's soft dick in my mouth and it rapidly hardened. "Mmmm yeah that's it.....ok use your tongue on my piss slit....slip it under my foreskin and around the head. Oh...yeah....swirl it sound as you take me in and out, yes...ooohhh....yess.....keep going.....". I did as I was told, his breathing quickened and he shot in my mouth with a cry. The third mouthful of cum in my life, not one that I wanted to do though. There was a knock on the door and Greg shouted in, "Andy, I have to go out quickly, keep him practicing on oral, save Anal until I can watch later". Andy shouted back "OK", then said a little too loudly, "Right, we can kill two birds with one stone. I want you to learn how to give a blow job in a shower, and you need to be squeaky clean for anal sex. So come with me into the bathroom now". Reluctantly I followed, our dicks swinging as we walked over the room, how had I ended up in this situation?! Once we were in the bathroom, he turned the shower onand we quickly washed., he left it running and then waved me over out of the shower and started speaking. "right, the cameras and mics don't work too well in here, this is probably the only time we'll get to talk. First off, he doesn't know but I've seen who is bidding for you. There's the ones you don't want, an African dictator, a sheikh, an Afghanistan warlord. These people want reluctant boys, they want you to suffer, want you to beg them to stop. Basically they're sick old men who get off on raping young boys. We need to counteract that, take them out the equation. So, when we do anal sex later try and look like you're enjoying it, like you love it. I'll ask you about it and say you haven't done it but you've always wanted to. Greg will make me be rough with you at times, see how far you can be pushed before your break. Remember, that's not me, it's him. If we work together I can get you an easier life in future. Just try to enjoy it or at least pretend to. Hard I know but this will instantly make Greg think he has to sell you to the best option for you , the Russian oligarch. I know it's still being sold but unlike the other three he isn't look for a sex slave, he's looking for a companion/sexual partner for his 14 year old son. His son is obsessed with black boys, into black twink porn apparently. His father has bid almost as much as the others, if you look like you like sex with boys Greg will have no choice but to sell you to them. Now I know it sounds horrendous but there's no way out. Your foster parents are in on this, they've been paid handsomely and are now who knows where. They've done it before, two boys of theirs have been through here. As have many other boys. My parents died over here in an accident and it was made out that I was too. I was due to be sold too but the boy who taught me tried to escape and was killed so Greg has me working for him, schooling boys like you in gay sex. He promises me freedom but we both know that won't happen, I just need to stay alive as long as I can. I'm going to tell him I like you and I want you to be treated well so he should sell you to the Russian, and as a result I'll stay and work for him for another year. This is a trafficking ring involving the rich and powerful, secretive but spread throughout the world. I call them the Cabal but I don't know if they have a name or how they're run,I just now they've made people disappear. I fully expect to be dead in the desert as soon as my usefulness runs out" This was scary and depressing, but I still had hope, "People will come for me though when they find out I'm missing" I said. He scoffed, "Who?! No one knows you're here. Let me guess. You aren't allowed a phone, to use a computer. Not allowed friends. Not allowed to talk to anyone at the hotel? It's always the same, to make you invisible. They try to homeschool but if not you're not really allowed friends. Sometimes when the kids go missing it'll be they've run away, other times they just fall off everyone's radar. If no one knows you, no one misses you, no one looks for you. I am surprised at Mary and Pete though, after what happened before it seems risky, I guess they've got new identities and are now overseas in who knows where, living off the money they made. In your case, I bet the only people who remember seeing you were staff at the hotel like a receptionist and they are easily bought to forget." I realised he knew it all, "Fuck, I am fucked", I said. I did have a glimmer of hope, but it's the hope that kills you. Andy seemed genuine but I didn't feel the need to tell him about Ben or Steve. Was that a way out, but all they knew anyway was that there was an issue checking out. They'd think it was just a mistake. They wouldn't think my foster parents just abandoned me. And Steve didn't really know who I was, and Ben was half way around the world in the arse end of Indonesia. No I was fucked, literally. And it sounded like If I didn't want to be repeatedly raped by some fully grown man then I needed to pretend to enjoy it so I can end up with the least worse case of being raped by a 14 year old boy: but I was nothing if not adaptable with a good survival instinct "Ok, I'll play along with it and thanks for your help. I guess it's better for you if I enjoy it as well?" I asked with a smile. "Yeah It's not as bad for me, but it's not great, I'm still a slave, I do get to have sex with boys but I'm straight, or at least I was when I was taken, I don't know what I've become anymore. When boys like it it's ok, when they don't it breaks my heart, I feel I'm responsible, but I do what I can and I try to survive. Greg will be back soon, your oral skills are fine, let's go and wait for him and I'm afraid prepare for anal sex. I'll use loads of lube and be as gentle as I can apart from, when he makes me do you roughly but it will still be a shock..." I took a deep breath and walked back into the bedroom, what was going to happen next was something I couldn't have imagined, something I'd never even thought of doing with Ben, but as Andy said, it was a matter of survival......