Date: Sat, 15 Jun 2002 23:41:13 +0200
From: Andrej Koymasky <andrej@andrejkoymasky.com>
Subject: Infamous Trade 01/17

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INFAMOUS TRADE
by Andrej Koymasky
(C) 1998 - 2002
written the 20th of July, 1995
translated by the author
English text kindly revised by Jer

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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.

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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!

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