Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2024 14:45:55 +0000
From: paraxbkk <paraxbkk@proton.me>
Subject: Cambodian Hard Candy Chapter 2

From the brightly lit backseat of the car I stepped into a brightly lit
garage. I counted six different cars in the garage, all different makes
and colors. But I'm sure that, like the one that transported me, they all
had windows with the same inverted taint. Pierre led me to a door in the
far corner.

'This is where we say goodbye. All further communications will go through
your device. I trust the other clients currently present in the hub will
give you a warm welcome. As will Borey, who is the host this evening.
Paradise awaits behind this door. Just follow the directions that will
pop up on your device and you'll get there.We will not meet again, Mister
F., but it was my sincere pleasure to meet you.

I nodded to Pierre and without saying so much as a goodbye I stepped
through and heard the door close behind me. Pierre had mentioned to check
my device for directions, but how complicated could it be? There was an
elevator and that seemed to be the only way. However, there was no button
to call for it. I noticed that feet or so next to the elevator there was
something mounted on the wall. It said 'place your finger on the button'
in English and several other languages. I followed the instructions.

'Fuck!'

A sharp needle pinched my finger and a drop of blood was absorbed by the
little machine. I felt my device vibrating and a message appeared:
'Screening in progress'. A timer started counting down from ten minutes.
I figured it made sense that they did screenings like this, to protect
the clients and - what did Pierre call it - the merchandise.

The medical device must have been linked to the elevator somehow, because
the doors opened and I got in. Again, no buttons to press, but seamlessly
the doors closed and the elevator started a downward motion. It went down
for what felt like three or four floors. I found myself in the Phnom Penh
shadows indeed.

The elevator doors opened to a fairly long hallway. There was carpet on
the floor, like they have in luxury hotels. I walked towards the other
end and reached a door. There was no handle, but there was some sort of
scanner next to the door and it was evident that I had to hold my device
close to it. The door flung open as soon as I did.

I stepped into a sort of lobby. There were lounge chairs, sofas, life
size photography on the wall portraying naked teen boys in bodybuilder
poses. There was a small desk, but there was no one behind. However, it
didn't take long until another door opened and a boy entered. He had
beautiful curly black hair and a fairly dark skin. He looked Cambodian
alright, but not that young. I figured he must be over sixteen for sure.
He was wearing a tunic, like the slaves in ancient Greece. He handed me a
gin and tonic, my favorite drink.

'Welcome to the hub, Mister F. My name is Borey and I will be your host
tonight. Since this is your first time here, may I take you on a tour of
the hub?' I responded with a firm 'Yes please'.

He might not have been as young as what I came for, but by now I was so
extremely horny, I was ready to fuck this boy right here and now. The
tunic was so small, that it was easy to check out every single of Borey's
body parts, and even though his dick wasn't the biggest, he was unable to
hide his erection. But I guess not hiding it was the whole point of this
place.

'Where are you from, Borey?' Even though he was going to show me around,
I felt it was time to take charge a bit. Ever since stepping into the
garage, I have been talked to and overwhelmed. I still was, but I felt
more comfortable around boys. I was returning to my normal self, despite
the what felt like a very unreal place I found myself in.

'I'm Khmer, Sir' the boy responded. 'I've lived in Phnom Penh all my life
and was part of the merchandise here at the hub for many years. When I
turned sixteen last year, I was fortunate enough to be offered a role as
host. I know all the ins and outs of this place, so feel free to ask me
anything Sir.'

It didn't surprise me that he had experience working as merchandise. His
body language, the look in his eye, everything was a huge tease. He must
have been very popular during his tenure. Perhaps he still is. I decided
to ask him and he told me that some of his former clients still get
intimate with him sometime. He likes it, but it doesn't happen often,
because most of the clients come here for one reason only, and that's
underage. The younger the better, in most cases. And now that he came of
age, most clients lost interest.

'If you follow me please Sir, I'll show you to your private suite. Each
client has a private suite, with en-suite bathroom and a wardrobe. Most
guests like to change into a more comfortable outfit, like a bath robe.
Some have special kink outfits that they like. And others prefer to wear
a suit. But there is no dress code, you are welcome to wear anything or
nothing. Here is your suite, Sir. Suite #133. I'll give you some space to
get comfortable before we continue the tour.'

I grinned, 'No Borey, you can stay while I take a quick shower and change
into a bath robe.'

'Of course, Sir'. The boy followed me into the suite.

I commanded the boy to keep his eyes focused on me. I wanted him to adore
me. I liked this game, and I liked providing him with the illusion that I
was interested in him as an object of lust. In any other place, he would
definitely have been my pick of the night. But not here. I knew there
would be a pot of gold, and I'm always at the end. Teasing this boy was
just some light entertainment along the way.

I took of my shirt and then in a single motion my pants and underwear. I
was naked in front of the boy and my monster cock, which had been hard
for what felt like eternity now, bounced free. 'Do you like what you see,
boy?'

'I do, Sir'

The boy's dick stood stiff and I could see it clearly. Drops of precum
shone on the boy's circumcised glans. I ignored him and took a quick
shower. Dressed in a wardrobe, I was ready to follow him for the rest of
the tour. On to the boys!

While I was in the shower, the timer must have been completed, because a
message popped up on the screen saying 'screening complete' with a green
check mark next to it.

As I followed Borey I noticed a small tattoo on his neck. A three-digit
number, 376.

'Like merchandise anywhere, we are given an ID. You may call me by my
number, my name or any other name you decide is fitting for me, Sir' the
boy explained. I wondered if the number meant at least 375 boys had been
merchandise before him. The thought made my dick bounce again below the
robe.

The boy led me to the cocktail bar. And there it was. I rubbed my eyes
because I couldn't believe what I saw. There were boys, five of them, and
they were young. For real. These were boys in the age ranges that I
secretly searched for on the Tor browser. Hours and hours of scanning
through small thumbnails, because I was too afraid to actually exchange
bitcoin for a collection. And now I basically converted my life savings
into currency to be spend on the real thing.

There were two men at the bar, clearly clients. One had a boy between his
legs, sucking him off. The other client was chatting with him while it
happened. He had his hand on a leash with which he controlled the collar
of a Caucasian, blonde boy. The boy was standing with his head facing
down and his hands cuffed behind his back. He couldn't be older than
thirteen. This was surreal.

In a corner of the lounge, two boys were laying on a sofa, naked and in
an intimate embrace. The fifth boy was behind the bar, making a drink. It
turned out to be another gin and tonic, which he placed in front of an
empty bar stool. Apparently that was my drink.

I wondered if there were more boys around, or if it was these five
tonight. I laughed, all my life I dreamed of being in the presence of one
teen to fuck, and now that I was, I was already wanting more.

They were beautiful without a doubt. Apart from the white kid, the other
four seemed Asian to me. Two with light skin, and two in a darker tone.
The white boy obviously had extra appeal. Like a white tiger in the wild.
Rare and unique, harder to come by without a doubt. But I found them all
attractive and didn't have an immediate preference.

'Are these the boys I can choose from tonight?' I asked Borey.

'At the moment, yes. Apart from Daniel and Noi, who are currently engaged
with clients. Every two hours, we will introduce fresh merchandise, which
will either rotate or add to the roster, depending on how many of the
merchandise is being engaged with at that time. Your device will show the
merchandise that will be added later. But of course you can always choose
any merchandise from the menu to engage with in one of the advanced
packages.'

The boys who had been laying on the sofa stood up and approached me. They
welcomed me with a small bow. They looked remarkable alike, and then I
remembered that Pierre mentioned Sundays were incest themed. I asked
Borey if these boys were related and he nodded.

'Yes, Nick and Ken are brothers. Nick is fifteen, Ken is twelve. They'll
take care of the entertainment tonight. Come boys, give Mister F. a
proper welcome.'

Without needing any further encouragement, the boys dropped to their
knees, facing me. They were inches in front of my robe, but turned their
heads and started kissing each other. Nick was clearly the senior of the
two, a head taller. He leaned in and forced his tongue down his brothers
throat, even gently pulling his hair a bit. After the kiss, they looked
at me again. I could hardly resist moaning. The precum was dripping from
my uncut dick in volumes that made me feel like I was cumming already.

'Would you like a sneak preview, Mister F.?'

The question needn't be asked. And the boys didn't wait for the answer.
With one hand each they reached through my half open robe and grabbed my
dick. Their touch made me shiver with the most intense pleasure I had
ever felt. It was like I was lubed already, that's how horny I was.

As if it was rehearsed, the boys simultaneously started licking a side of
my dick. I looked down and I could see their soft tongues sliding over my
rock hard skin. Every movement around my dick felt like heaven to me, and
it ended with their tongues touching each others. Ken clearly followed
the lead of his older brother. It lasted for about thirty divine seconds,
before they rose from their position again, bowed to me, and went back to
the sofa.

Right there and then, I knew what I wanted to do with my first credit.
Ken was going to be mine - and I was going to fuck him right here, in
front of his brother.

Fucking hell, what a dream. I told Borey the rest of the tour could wait
and that I wanted to engage with Ken. I took out my device from the
robe's pocket, opened the menu, selected Ken and redeemed the
complimentary package. I don't know how he knew, but immediately, Ken
came in my direction. Again he made a small bow and kept his eyes pointed
at the floor. I firmly grabbed his chin and forced him to look me in the
eyes. This breathtakingly beautiful boy was going to be my first real
candy. His wavy, silk long hair made him look like an innocent, but dark
angel. His skin was perfect. Hairless and smooth. A subtle bubble but was
already starting to form, but his dick hadn't started growing yet. It was
tiny, but hard nonetheless. I grabbed it with my other hand, and crunched
it a bit. The boy flinched, but hardly. With my main hand I kept his eyes
fixed on mine, until I felt I had built enough of a connection with him.
Using both my hands, I grabbed the back of his head, forced him on his
knees, and buried my dick in his mouth.

Fuck, this was better than I had ever expected. I was worried the teen's
mouth might be too small for my dick, but he was a pro. Not once did his
teeth touch my skin. And he was able to loosen his mouth enough for me to
get my dick at least halfway down his throat. I fixated his mouth and
controlled every movement. Tears appeared in the corners of his eyes, but
he didn't resist a thing. In fact, he rested his hands on my ass, as if
he was encouraging me to continue, to use him harder.

The boy's saliva made my dick even wetter than it already was. I figured
I wouldn't need any lube to fuck him, no matter how tight he would be. I
pulled his hair, forced him around, and I got on my knees myself. I made
sure his brother was looking, but I needn't have checked. It seemed
everybody in the bar was looking. Good. I've always done well with an
audience.

I was positioned right behind the boy. He knew what was coming. Everyone
knew what was coming. Including his older brother. I grabbed Ken's face
to make sure it was looking at his brother. 'See what he's going to do to
me', I wanted him to think. 'See how I will enjoy taking all of it.'

Just out of habit, I put some extra spit on the boys ass and lined up to
enter. There it was, the moment that would make it all worth it. I pushed
against the tiny hole. The smallest I had ever felt. I pushed, and pushed
more. I was breaking in. I had no time for pleasantries, no matter how
tight and young this boy was. With a big thrust, I pushed through and got
all the way in. All nine inches. The boy couldn't help but let out a
high-pitched scream.

'Yeah boy, scream. Moan. Take it like the fuck toy you are.'

He kept moaning, loudly. I didn't mind. Even though the childlike moan,
on top of all the tension that had built over the last few hours, was
enough to push me over the edge. I couldn't delay any longer and emptied
my grateful balls inside the boy's guts. I released him from my grip.

'Well', said the man at the bar who had the Caucasian boy on a leash,
'that was quite the introduction'.

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