Date: Thu, 15 Feb 2024 08:17:57 +0000
From: paraxbkk <paraxbkk@proton.me>
Subject: Cambodian Hard Candy Chapter 3

Chapter 3 -

The twelve year-old, Ken, was still on his knees in front of me. I could
see a stream of thick cum dripping out of his hole, that still looked
tight despite the rough fucking it just had to submit too.

'The merchandise will follow your every command, Sir' I heard Borey say
from behind me. I had forgotten all about him, the host that had been
showing me around. I turned to him and saw him standing there, looking at
me like all of this was completely normal. His dick was still hard
beneath his tunic. He must have been exactly where Ken is now many times
before. Back when he too was merchandise.

I looked back at Ken and ordered him to get up. He did, and bowed to me
like he had done before.

'Thank you for the fuck, Sir.'

He stood there straight like an arrow, with his eyes facing the floor
again. Probably the default position for the boys, what they've been
trained to do.

'Come stand next to me while I sit at the bar, boy' I commanded.

The two clients that were seated at the bar were still looking at me,
despite each of them having a boy of their own in their service. I walked
up to introduce myself. 'Hi, I'm...'

'Mister F., we know. It popped up on our devices' spoke the man with the
causasion boy tied to his leash. He spoke with a British accent. I
guessed him to be in his forties. A slender man, with a quirky pale face.
He looked like an accountant who didn't go outside that much. The white
boy that he was engaged with stood still next to him, collared up and
with his hands cuffed behind his back. The boy faced down, just like my
own boy did. As I further inspected the boy, I noticed he had number 637
tattood in his neck. And that he had the end of a plug sticking out of
his ass. The sight of it started getting me hard again.

'Quite the boy you have here' I said.

'Ah yes, little Daniel. Not so little any more though, turned thirteen
last week. One might even say he's already past his prime.'

The Brit burst out in laughter. As did the man next to him, an
Asian-looking fellow. Clearly older, sixty at least. The Asian boy
between his legs was still giving the man oral pleasure, though the man
seemed totally unfussed by it.

'I'm Carl, and this is Mister K.' The Asian seemed like a man of few
words. But he gave me a courteous nod.

'You don't go by your initial, Carl?' I asked.

'Initial, a pseudonym, does it really matter? Since my initial was
already in use, I figured I'd better give myself a nice nickname. You
like my name, don't you Daniel?' The man addressed his merchandise.

'I do, Sir. Very much, Sir. It's a beautiful name.'

'And you are a beautiful boy, my boy.' Carl looked at me again. 'A
beautiful boy, and a skilled one at that. I used to be mad over heels for
this one. But as they age, it does get boring over time, even with the
prettiest of merchandise. And I think this one has done a few too many
dog shows, submitted to the rottweilers a bit too often. A shame, really,
because causasian merchandise is always low on stock.'

Mister K. nodded.

'But you're living proof that youth is relative, Mister F. It's nice to
see a young client join our little circle. Care to share a bit about
yourself? How did you find your way here?'

I recapped to the men how I fucked the boy whore in Bangkok less than a
day ago, how he pointed me in this direction, and how I now found myself
here at the the bar, drinking a gin and tonic and having twelve year-old
Ken standing naked by my side, with my cum inside his guts.

'Well, you found paradise indeed. You can make your wildest fantasies
come through here, the merch will not refuse you anything. They're very
well trained.'

I could see living proof of it right in front of me. The Asian man,
Mister K., murmered something to his boy, who immediately looked up with
his mouth open wide and within seconds a long uninterrupted stream of
piss went in the boys mouth.The man must have been drinking a lot,
because it didn't seem to end. But the boy didn't flinch, and managed to
swallow all of it while keeping his eager mouth open. Not wasting a
single drop. As soon as Mister K. had completely emptied his bladder, he
slapped the boy's face twice, once on each side, before taking the boy to
a different room.

'Off to the dungeon they go' said Carl. 'I don't think we'll be seeing
Noi back here any time soon. Most boys take at least a week to recover
from their sessions with K.'

'I thought the merchandise was to be returned in tact?' I asked Carl.

'That's just the basic package my friend. Once you start browsing your
device, you'll find any package you could possibly think off. It's only
the hardcore stuff for Mister K. Just go have a peak in the dungeon in a
while and you can see for yourself. I warn you though, you need a strong
stomach for it. I like a bit of kink to spice things up too every now and
then, but nothing as extreme as what he submits those poor boys to.'

I wasn't sure whether to feel repulsed or intrigued. If I was honest,
probably the latter.

Ken was standing next to me. I carressed his back for a while, but
switched to fingering his ass. I wanted to feel my cum inside him, just
to proof to myself that the fuck actually just happened. My first
underage boy. I wasn't dreaming, it was real. I felt my cum buried deep
in his ass, lots of it.

Switching the topic, I asked Carl if he knew how the boys were recruited.
Though I suspected this could be a 'don't ask, don't tell' sort of
question.

'Well' said Carl, 'there are different routes but it's important to note
that all of them are here by free will. They actually signed up
willingly, albeit most with a lot of encouragement from their family or
guardians. There is a sizable group of people working full time for the
inner circle to do the recruiting. Here in Asia it's the easiest,
especially in Cambodia, Laos, the Philippines, and Vietnam. China,
Malaysia and Thailand are relatively easy too, but already a bit more
complex.'

Carl continued 'From what I've heard, in the rural areas in particular
people are queuing up to get their sons enrolled as merchandise. They are
already used to sending their daughters to the bars in Thailand, but in
most families the boys just stay at home. Bored and useless, apart from a
bit of work on the land or in a nearby factory. This way, they get to
contribute the same way as their sisters.'

It made total sense. There's not a big taboo on prostitution in this part
of the world, although everyone understood that it had to be done
discretely. Not out of shame, but because otherwise too many others would
want a piece of the pie. And the age probably didn't really matter
either. Dads and older brothers are used to fucking their younger
children and siblings whenever they are horny. Might as well let someone
else do it, and rake in the money. And the kids themselves are happy they
can contribute to the family's welfare.

'The Asian boys I get, but what about other races, like Daniel?'

Carl pulled Daniel's leash a bit when I mentioned his name. Proud of his
temporary property.

'Who knows, there could be any sort of reason why those boys wanted to
escape their previous life. Orphans perhaps, helping out a financially
struggling family, an abusive or neglecting household... Your guess is as
good as mine. All I know is, they're thoroughly vetted and arrangements
are made with the utmost care. You won't see any news reports about
missing boys. The inner circle will be protected no matter what. And even
with those restrictions the recruiters have huge success rates.'

As I ordered myself another gin and tonic the boy behind the bar asked me
if I wanted to order something for my merchandise. He handed me a menu
that didn't just contain drinks, but also a wide variety of narcotics.
GHB, MDMA, Cocaine, and Ketamine were listed as the top sellers. I didn't
order anything, I wanted Ken to feel as much of me as possible.

'What's with the drugs? I asked Carl.

'You can use it on your merchandise for an enhanced experience. Or order
it for your personal enjoyment, of course. Do you see this bottle? It's G
and little Daniel here will soon drink all of it. It will bring him into
a nice, deep sleep, and when he wakes up from it he'll be tied to my bed
with at least one of my loads already inside him. I just love fucking
innocent little sleeping boys.'

I looked at Daniel, but he didn't respond to anything that Carl said but
kept looking to the floor.

'But the real fun starts when you wake up, right Daniel?' Carl smirked.

Almost automatically the boy responded with a 'Yes Sir', his voice was
high pitched and soft. Carl might find him almost too old, but he was
still so childlike to me. My dick pulsated.

'You know, Mister F., the nice thing about all this is that the
merchandise actually understands what it signs up for. All of the boys
you'll see here at the hub are at least nine year's old. They might not
be able to cum in most cases, but they'll have had their first erections.
They'll know what sex is all about. And they're curious for it. They want
to experience it and at that age no one cares about gender or societal
inventions like sexual orientation. They just want to experiment and
don't need a lot of convincing when they get this opportunity. They go
through rigorous training, during which they're not allowed to leave. But
if they want to once the training is complete, they can drop out if they
want to. None of them ever do though, I don't know the trainers do it.'

I was fascinated.

'So if they are already well trained, does that it's never possible to
get your hands on a virgin?'

'Didn't they promise you all of your fantasies could be fulfilled here?
Of course you can fuck a virgin. It might take some time depending on the
requirements, but the recruiters can find you any type of boy, of any age
or race. You can fuck them, train them, claim them for a sustained period
of time, whatever your heart's desire. You'll find out once you start
browsing your device.'

I kept forgetting about the device. There was so much going on around me
that claimed all of my attention. I was still fingering the twelve
year-old that was standing naked next to me. His fifteen year-old brother
was a few feet away, playing with himself on a sofa. Carl was controlling
is own little Caucasian puppy boy, who was wearing a collar and had some
sort of plug inside. There was a naked teen behind the bar, who kept
refilling my gin and tonics.

And I didn't even notice the televisions before. There was a movie
playing, showing a group of about eight boys standing around a boy who
was on his back in the middle. All of them took turns fucking him. It was
better than any type of content that I had downloaded before, on my
burner laptop but still fearing every click. Scared that the cyber cops
could knock on my door the next moment. Nothing that I had ever
downloaded or scanned online came close to how fucking hot this was.

In fact, I was ready for round two with Ken.

I wasn't feeling as beast-like as when I entered the bar, and decided to
kiss the boy first. Show him a bit of tenderness before I would use him
again as my personal teen cumdump.

The boy had the softest lips. He eagerly opened his mouth, and let me
press my tongue against his. I had to bend over a bit to be able to kiss
him, the boy was not just skinny, but also a lot shorter than me, I
guessed about 5'4". There was a railing beneath the bar, for the guests
to relax their feet on, and I ordered Ken to stand on it, facing the bar.

His ass was now at perfect height. I stepped behind him and after lubing
his ass with just a tiny bit of my spit, I forced myself back in the boy.
Heaven.

The boy moaned softly. I liked that nothing had to be said, nothing had
to be asked. He let me have my way without resistance. I could swear that
with the subtlest of motions, he even pressed his ass back a bit, to make
sure he would enjoy every inch of it inside him.

Despite the cum that was still somewhere inside him, his ass was tight
and rough. But at the same time warm and welcoming. This time, I really
took the time to slowly push in and out. It was the best sight ever to
see my huge dick disappear into this small underage boy ass. The boy was
delicious.

Having savored the moment, my feral urges took over again. I pressed the
boy's faced on the bar and hold him in a grip. He was in the perfect
position to be properly used again. And using him is what I started
doing.

In rapid motions, I made a game of it to pull my dick as far back as
possible without it slipping out. And then ramming it back in again.

Back and in, back and in.

Because I had just came half an hour earlier, I knew I could last a lot
longer this time.

I fucked the boy into a trance. There wasn't any hair on his body, but
otherwise it would have been standing up on his arms. He was shivering
and moaning.

I kept fucking him as rough as I could, while keeping his face pressed
against the bar. I made sure he was still facing his brother, who was
still on the sofa playing with his boy cock, watching us.

The fuck went on for about half an hour. I could go on longer. I even had
my drink right in front of me, which I grabbed with my free arm to take a
sip. But believe it or not, I got bored a bit and my mind wandered off to
Mister K. and what he would be up to in the dungeon.

For the second time that night, I unloaded inside a twelve year-old ass.
The pile of cum inside him made my cock look creamy as I pulled it out.

'Clean it up' I ordered.

Ken quickly got on his knees and carefully every bit of my dick clean.
The glans, the foreskin, he even started licking my balls. But they were
too sensitive and I gave him a smack on the face to make clear I didn't
want him too.

The drinks were catching up with me and I felt an urge to piss. Being
inspired to seeing Mister K. do the same to his boy Noi, I pushed my semi
hard dick in Ken's little mouth and waited until the flow started.

He didn't need any warning and drank it eagerly. While he swallowed, he
looked up to me with his innocent eyes. I could hardly look back, the
sight of him would make me instantly hard again.

Down the bar, I saw Daniel drinking the bottle with G in front of him. He
was about to go into a hot and horny sleep.

Me, I didn't know where the night would bring me. How many more times I
would unload in the little fuck buddy next to me. But I knew my next
station would be the dungeon. I couldn't wait to see what Mister K. was
up to with his young Asian slave boy.

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