Date: Sun, 24 Mar 2019 19:51:40 -0700
From: Emri S. <tarzanacide@gmail.com>
Subject: Ahmed's Cub - Ch. 04

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Story Recap: Ahmed, a fit, Egyptian man of 24 years meets the boy of his
dreams in Dylan who is newly 18. Dylan was in a deep depression over the
tragic loss of his parents in a car accident. Dr. Colton Takada administers
a procedure that relieves Dylan of his illness but also instills in him a
deep desire and obedience for Ahmed.

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Ahmed's Cub

Ch.4 - The Training

By Emri & Xelos

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"Finish your lunch, boy," I said as Dylan was ignoring his sandwich and
playing with the new phone. I put out my hand and he looked at me and
pouted like I'd kicked him. He opened his mouth as if to argue but then
sighed. He knew who his master was. He set the phone in my palm and began
on his meal.

We'd spent a long morning in bed. His oral skills were refreshingly clumsy.
He desperately wanted it but didn't know what to do with it. I couldn't
blame him. I am well above average and my experienced clients have had
trouble with it. He nearly choked himself trying desperately to get my
seed. I had to grab his hair and guide him to a gentle rhythm. His soft,
full lips wrapped around my pole felt incredible. His eyes watered as it
stretched his mouth, opened his throat. It felt fucking incredible, but he
would absolutely need training.

He knelt beside me with his ass up in the air. I grabbed it by the right
cheek and dragged it over as he eagerly sucked my cock. That pretty, pink
boycunt stared me down as I parted his cheeks. The sweet virgin hole winked
at me and pulsed knowing its master was near. I rubbed it with my finger
and Dylan pulled off my cock for just a moment to look back and see what
felt so good.

"It's ok, boy. Daddy's got you... Feels good, doesn't it?" I growled.

"Fuck, daddy," he whimpered then dove back onto me. My tip pushed against
his throat and he gagged again. I laughed, it was too cute. I lifted his
right leg and pulled it to other side of me so that he straddled my face
while he sucked my cock.

"So beautiful," I whispered then dove into that boyhole and pushed my
tongue right through his ring. I licked forceful circles around the ring
and heard my boy begin to moan in pleasure. He sat up in surprise, his hole
pressing down against my tongue. He gripped my cock with both hands to
steady himself as his body shuddered in pleasure. I knew damn well he'd
never felt this good in his life.

"Oh shit that's so... fuck!" He groaned. He pumped my shaft as he squatted
over me and arched his back. I buried my face between his cheeks while he
bounced on my tongue. I reached up and twisted his boytits until he cried
out again.

"Oh fuck, daddy! That feels so good," he laughed like he couldn't quite
process the feeling. I let go of his nipples and he fell forward and went
back to slurping my cock while he moaned happily. His tongue rubbed my
shaft and I knew I wouldn't last long. I'd breed him soon enough, but we'd
both been waiting for this since he woke up from the procedure.

Dylan exploded first. I ran my finger up his shaft while I licked out my
new favorite hole. That was all it took. He started pulsing and shooting
cum over me. He didn't even stop sucking on my cock while he came. He just
wailed with his mouth full as his body twisted and writhed over me.

He spewed thick shots of his hot boyspunk like an erupting volcano intent
on wrecking the island of my stomach. His lava-like cum flooded my abs and
ran down my sides like an iced cake. I kept right on flicking my tongue
over his prostate while he flipped around like a helpless fish in a boat.
He pumped my shaft and eagerly slurped on my cock until it was ready to
give him the juice he craved.

I fired off without warning. He made a surprised yelp as I flooded his
mouth with my seed. He kept right on pumping me, sucking out every ounce I
could give him. I groaned and pressed on his ring as my tongue licked
circles inside him. I remembered what Dr. Takada had said about him needing
my seed inside him. Dylan grunted low and happy as he sucked down
everything I had to offer.

"Fuck, baby boy. So good," I said when I slipped my tongue from his hole. I
laid back against the pillow and gave his bouncing boybutt a few playful
smacks. Dylan turned to look at me with a wide grin outlined with the seed
he hadn't kept up with. He traced his tongue around his lips and quickly
guzzled it.

"Thank you, daddy," he said. I reached up and grabbed his hair then turned
him around on me and pulled him to face me.

"You're happy boy? You liked that, didn't you?" I asked. Dylan nodded with
a dopey grin.

"So lit, daddy. Can we go again? Please? I'm still hard." He pressed his
cock against my thigh. I pulled him up my chest for a kiss.

"Later, my angel. We should clean up and have the doctor check you." I
wrapped my arms around him and pressed him against my chest until I could
feel his heartbeat pounding on my skin.

+++

"Clean your plate, boy." I noticed Dylan slowing down on his lunch.

"I'm full... I mean... Yes, sir." He corrected himself quickly then reluctantly
poked at the simple carrot sticks on his plate while I turned my attention
back to Dr. Takada.

"I think you two will be ready to leave by next week! Dylan is already
gaining strength and showing less fatigue. The flight to Riyadh has private
seats and he can sleep most of the flight. I already have established a
contact who assures me he can bring in the clients. Watching the video of
Dylan's procedure along with his pre and post-procedure clips are really
building interest like I've never seen. There are already three sheikhs who
are eager to meet you two!" Dr. Takada glowed.

"I'd still like to think it over. Is one thing to make a video of him, but
another to take him out of the country for presentation. I know many
Saudis. There is a blur of line between a guest and a prisoner," I said.
The kingdom was not somewhere I could guarantee Dylan's safety.

"Andy Jumassi is a friend we have known for many years who is deeply
ingrained in the Saudi Oil market. He knows we do good work. His boy has
been faithfully at his side for ten years now, but of course he couldn't
openly share that with others. Having a pair like you and Dylan would let
him share what we do without exposing what he went through to gain the
loyalty of his longtime personal secretary." He emphasized the words
personal and secretary to show me that this is how he introduced his boy.

It made sense. Exposing what he had done or even that his "personal
secretary" was more than an employee would give others advantage over him
and put him at the fringes of Saudi business culture. As Dr. Takada had
explained, his clients were powerful men who depended on strict discretion.

"And what about my boy's exposure? What is the plan for his security?" I
was feeling unsettled about the whole thing.

Dylan ignored us and stared at the paused game on his phone as he
reluctantly shoved carrots into his mouth. He looked longingly at the game
but wouldn't disobey his master. He gagged from the wad of carrots he'd
tried to shove in. I would have to work on his reflex.

"I understand your concern. I will be there and Andy is hiring a security
team backed by Sheikh Zayed, a personal friend of the Saudi prince. His
security team is world-class. If anything happens to Dylan they will pay
with their lives," Dr. Takada assured.

"I've heard of him! He is powerful. He will be there?" I reached and pulled
Dylan's hand from his face before he could choke on the fistful of carrots
he was planning on downing. Dylan blushed a little and looked at me with
guilt. He set down the carrots and just took one.

"He is putting us in his best resort! A private peninsula on the Red Sea
with a beach! It is well guarded" He said.

"That is close to Egypt! I have been to the Sinai but not the Saudi side of
the sea!" I felt my heart pound at the thought of being near home.

"Yes! You can take Dylan there if you like. I can book a few extra days if
you want to see your family in Cairo." He made it sound like an easy task.
I wasn't sure how I would explain Dylan or even my presence to my mother.

"I will have much to explain," I noted. Dr. Takada smiled and opened a
leather portfolio.

"You are working on a research project for me. Takada Industries. You are
our newest research fellow from our partnership with the university. It
could turn into a full time job that pays very handsomely. Your parents
would be proud!" He showed me a security badge with my picture on it and
some paperwork for my employment.

"And Dylan?" I asked. I looked over at the boy who quickly shoved the last
two carrots into his mouth and then looked at me with pride like he'd just
done a trick. I nodded and pushed his phone towards him. He thanked me with
a mouth full of carrot mush and went back to his game.

"Dylan is an orphan. They can google him and see that pretty quickly. Would
they not be proud of you for stepping in to provide him with a home? Or
perhaps he is my orphan, the boss's son who tagged along with you to stay
out of trouble. I can't think of everything for you, Ahmed. Use your
imagination a little!" Dr. Takada laughed.

"Ok... When do we leave?" I asked. I was hesitant but knew this could mean a
solid future for me and my boy. I reached over and pet Dylan's hair. He
slid closer to me and pushed his head under my arm without taking his eyes
off his phone. I hugged him into my side and kissed the top of his hair.

"Saturday. The boy will need a few more days. You can settle things with
his aunt. We'll take him tomorrow for new clothes. He should have a few
suits for dinners. I'll arrange things. Oh and I took care of your classes.
Here is the info. Just log in to that site and you and Dylan can complete
the work together." Dr. Takada handed me a slip of paper with usernames,
passwords, and the site to the college's online courses.

+++

"I can do it. I used to bench press twice this much," Dylan said with a red
face and angry blue eyes as he struggled to lift the bar above his chest.
He had immediately started on the weight bench and was trying to do too
much.

"I know, my angel, but you have no lift in months! Your muscles must start
easy with bench press and the other weights. You are recovering, be gente,"
I sighed. I felt awful for him as he sat up on the weight bench and stared
angrily at himself in the mirror.

He'd tried to put 20 pound weights on each side of the bar but then took
them off when he couldn't lift it. He'd been further humiliated when he
could barely get the bar up and I had to help him ease it back onto the
hooks.

"The bar alone is 45 pounds! You need start with trainer bar and build up."
I sat next to him and rubbed his back in support. He fumed at his image in
the mirror. He had his shirt off and was wearing a pair of running shorts
Dr. Takada had given him.

"I used to bench 60 or 70 with no problem! Even when I started lifting in
8th grade I could get the bar up! I was always ahead of my friends! This is
fucked," Dylan balled his fists like he was ready to fight. I straddled the
bench behind him and pulled him back against my chest. I put my lips to his
neck and kissed softly. I rubbed my hands down his arms and then
un-clenched his fists.

"You must be kind to yourself. You recover from great sorrow and a
procedure that takes your energy. We will get you back to healthy quick. We
must begin small or you will injure yourself and I do not wish this perfect
body to be damage," I whispered into his ear and then nibbled on it. He
relaxed in my hold and nodded his head in understanding.

"Yes, daddy," he sighed. "You're right... ok... trainer bar." He lifted off the
bench and I patted his bottom. He went to get the lighter bar from behind
the weights. He brought it back to me and I got up so he could lie down. I
helped him through a few reps and then he pretended to spot me while I did
mine. Dr. Takada had a great home gym that looked like it hadn't been used
much. It was nice to workout with my boy without worrying about curious
eyes. As much as I enjoyed being ogled at Beverly Palms by the wealthy
elite, I didn't want that for my boy.

We worked through my easy routine of sit-ups, push-ups, burpees, squats,
and other things Dylan would need to get back on track. I wound us down
with an easy yoga and breathing exercise. Dylan enjoyed laying on the cool
mat next to me.

He scooted over until our heads touched as I was breathing with my eyes
closed. I felt his lips on my cheek and then his tongue as he lapped at my
sweat. I remembered what Dr. Takada had said about Dylan's constant
cravings for my seed, my sweat, my saliva, or whatever I had to offer him.
I laughed and nudged him away when he got to my forehead.

"Enough. We will nap before dinner and then watch the film Dr. Takada has
for us." I sat up and looked at my boy sucking the sweat he'd collected on
his tongue. His eyes closed and his lips curled into a peaceful smile. I
pulled him up to his feet and took him off to the shower.

By the time we made it out of the shower he was yawning heavily. His big,
blue eyes fought valiantly to stay open, but I knew he was losing the war.
He pulled on a pair of briefs and got the waistband tangled. I helped him
fix it.

I rubbed the towel over his hair then pushed him gently towards the bed. He
stumbled a little then fell onto it with a happy sigh. He hugged the pillow
and watched me step into my sleep shorts and adjust my cock. He licked his
lips then yawned again. I slid under the comforter and pulled him over to
my chest.

He put his head on my chest and dozed off pretty quickly. I hugged him
tight with one arm around his back holding his ass and the other rubbing
his back. He slept so peacefully in my arms. I never imagined loving
someone so much.

With him in my arms I could see a future for us. I'd train him and bulk him
up to what he was before his loss, my all-American angel boy. I'd get us a
house like this one and he would learn how to take care of it. I'd do
research with Dr. Takada and come home to a nice meal and playtime with my
Dylan.

I never imagined holding a boy could feel this good. He was so beautiful,
so perfect, fit so nicely in my arms. It felt so satisfying to be his
daddy, knowing he was mine completely. I hugged him tightly and felt that
protective lion roar inside my chest. I finally had something worth
protecting. I would always keep him safe.

+++

"Ahh woah," Dylan said. I blinked my eyes open and realized I'd fallen
asleep. He was sitting up in the bed and rubbing his arms. "Ouch."

"Is ok, my angel. You do too much. Let me fix for you." I sat up behind him
and rubbed his shoulders. He melted in my arms as I massaged them. I worked
my way down his arms. He groaned when I got to his biceps.

"Aww yeah. That feels better," he exhaled. I kept rubbing him but then
stopped when I noticed stacks of clothes on top of the dresser. They hadn't
been there before and I was getting annoyed at whoever was sneaking in as
we slept or showered and leaving things for us. We had only packed for two
nights so it was needed, but I didn't like the invasion of our private
space.

"Why they do this?" I mused aloud as I got out of bed and went over to
look.

"Pretty lit, huh? Like clothes just magically appear when we need them. And
our dirty ones are gone! This place is magic!" Dylan noted happily. He
crawled to the edge of the bed to look as I picked them up.

"This must be me," I said and held up a fresh pair of black boxer briefs
with a gold band. I started to push off my shorts, but Dylan stopped me.

"Dance a little!" he demanded. He sat back on his heels to watch.

"I am no stripper for you." I rolled my eyes, but inside I swelled with
pride at that look of adoration in his eyes.

"Well not with that attitude!" he joked. I pushed off my shorts then
grabbed my cock and wagged it at him as I stepped out of them. His eyes
doubled in size and his mouth fell open.

"Can we go again?" Dylan wagged his eyebrows.

"We are expected soon for dinner. We must prepare for our trip. I know Dr.
Takada has parts for you to learn. You want to help others as he helped
you, yes?" I asked him and watched his face lower in disappointment. He
nodded.

"Yes, sir," he sighed.He got up and came over to look at his pile of
clothes. He really did believe what we were doing here could help other
people going through the pain of loss or trauma that he felt. Indeed it
could, but Dr. Takada had much more profitable uses.

"Oof! What dis?" Dylan gaped as he rummaged through his stack of clothes.
He pulled out a slinky floss of pink underwear. It had a pouch in front and
thin straps for his waist and another that would snuggle into his ass.

"I believe that is for your underzone," I laughed. I should have felt
creeped out knowing Dr. Takada would want my boy dressed in that, but just
seeing him hold it up next to his oversized, angelic blue eyes had me
wanting to see him in it.

"Should I? Why is it pink? It's weird, right? I mean it's like a girl
thing." Dylan blushed and recoiled, but then added, "Unless you like it."

"It might be new adventure," I offered. He looked unconvinced, but then
pushed off his briefs and tried to step into it. I helped him straighten it
around his thin waist and adjust it between his cheeks. He yelped when I
tugged on it and the string pressed in against his boyhole. It was too
adorable to not laugh. He looked at me with helpless eyes. He wanted so
badly to please me.

"It looks nice. It shows your boybutt proudly." I gave the front pouch a
squeeze of approval. His cock sprang to life and his blush disappeared. His
eyes flared in hope that I wanted to play.

"You like it, daddy? It's hot?" he asked. When I nodded, he beamed proudly.
He turned his ass towards me, trying to lure me into playtime. I shook my
head though and reminded him we had things to do.

He pulled on a pair of tight black jeans and a white tank top with a pink
rubberized stripe across the chest. The tight clothes made his already thin
frame look even smaller. My boy needed a lot of training to get back to his
baseball bulk. He put on a black zip-up hoodie then put up the hood to find
it had pointy white cat ears on top. He looked at himself in the mirror
then furrowed his brow. He did not approve.

"I look so eboy." he scowled. He pushed the cat-eared hood off his head.

"What does this mean?" I asked. Dylan had a lot of strange words since his
procedure. It was like a secret, annoying vocabulary was hiding under the
veneer we'd removed.

"You know like... like these clothes... like I'm trying to be female..." he
trailed off and looked at my face in the mirror as if searching for my
guidance.

"We will buy you more appropriate clothes before we travel. You are my boy
and I want you to dress as yourself," I assured him. I came up behind him
and slid my arms around his waist. His lips curled into a smile as he
watched us in the mirror.

"Thank you, sir," he said as I put my chin on his shoulder. He leaned his
head over and rubbed his cheek against mine. He felt so good in my arms. It
always flooded me with warmth to hold him. I kissed his cheek then pulled
up his hood over his head. He laughed.

+++

After dinner we gathered in the living room with Dr. Takada and his
husband. Dylan came to sit beside me on the couch and I slid him onto my
lap. He settled into my arms as Dr. Takada turned on a giant screen on the
wall.

"This is just what we have so far, but my media guy is putting together a
killer presentation!" He told us as the screen started to load.

"Hey! That's me!" Dylan pointed excitedly as home video of a high school
baseball game appeared. There was a boy at the bat in a blue jersey and
tight white pants with long blue socks. He squared up at homeplate and
gripped his bat.

"Oh this is when I... Watch!" Dylan yelled and put his arms together in front
of him like he was ready to swing as he did on the screen. The pitcher
tossed the ball and Dylan swung in unison to tv Dylan. There was a loud
crack then a roar from the crowd as the ball sailed away.

"Yes! That's my boy!" A man's voice cried from behind the camera.

"That's my dad's voice!" Dylan said with surprise. His voice cracked a
little as he repeated, "That's my dad's voice."

The camera view jumped as Dylan's dad must have been moving excitedly as he
followed the view of Dylan running the bases. I felt the tension in my boy
as he watched. I hugged him tightly and he leaned back against my chest.

"It's ok, boy. Daddy's got you," I assured him. I rubbed my hand up under
his shirt to feel his stomach. He settled in my arms as we watched. A
narrator began to talk over several happy scenes from Dylan's teen years
before his parents passed. He told how happy and strong Dylan had been. He
showed pictures of my boy with the girlfriend he had been dating. He showed
pictures of family trips and school dances, baseball wins and pictures of
Dylan with his friends.

It stopped suddenly and jumped to a few minutes of a newscast where they
talked about the wreck that had taken his parents away. I hugged my boy
extra tight as he went silent and sniffled. I kissed his neck and rubbed
his stomach. He put his hand over mine, looking away from the screen when
it got too tough.

"This is not good for him to see," I said, getting suddenly upset with Dr.
Takada for making him watch this. The video started to show some of Dylan's
weepy therapy sessions. It showed the full breadth of his emotional
turmoil.

"It is important for Dylan to see the procedure and changes. He needs to
know just how much good he will do in helping others. He is a hero for
helping raise awareness of the procedure that changed his life. RIght,
Dylan? You want to help other people, don't you?" Dr. Takada asked.

"I do," Dylan sniffled. He wasn't crying. He was calmed by my hold, even
with the onslaught of scenes he was watching. "I want to help people."

"You will help many! Here comes the procedure!" Dr. Takada nodded happily.

The video went into a lot of science charts explaining what was happening
without giving away the technology he had helped create. We watched Dylan
snuggling my sweatshirt and sleeping peacefully in the chair while brain
scans showed the changes in his thinking patterns. The narrator explained
the transition and soon enough we saw Dylan laughing at the show on his
tablet. He showed us cuddling and then playing catch in the backyard.

It stopped on a picture of absolute joy as Dylan laughed and caught the
ball. It zoomed in to show his angelic eyes beaming proudly.

"That's all we have so far. We will have the complete video ready for the
presentations and they will love to see how Dylan is now!" Dr Takada looked
so excited to show him off.

"Do you want to do that, Dylan? We will travel to Saudi Arabia to show off
your progress," Dr. Takada asked in a voice that sounded like he was
talking to a puppy.

"Sure, totes, chill." Dylan nodded. He had been through a mini roller
coaster of emotions and I could tell he was eager to get back to the
bedroom. He yawned and looked at me. He was ready to go.

"Yes, we will be ready to go," I said cautiously. I wasn't sure about this,
but we had little choice.

"Good! You two get to bed. Dylan still needs about 14 hours of sleep, but
he should be better when we leave. You will love the resort! It has a
private beach and waterpark with huge slides. I'll make sure you get some
fun time every day," Dr. Takada told Dylan.

"Waterpark! Hellz yah!" Dylan yelled then yawned again. I nudged him off my
lap and then stood and took his hand. He squeezed mine as we walked to the
bedroom.

+++

The next morning I woke before Dylan. I only needed eight hours but my boy
was completely passed out. I slid him off my chest and then replaced my
warmth with the pillow I'd used. The boy hugged it and made a little sigh
of contentment.

I dressed and went out to find Dr. Takada working on his laptop in the
sun-filled breakfast room overlooking the expansive back gardens. He had
the help bring me coffee and a plate of food. It was a typical Arab
breakfast; an egg with potatoes, pita, and hummus. I thanked the chef and
dug in as Dr. Takada showed me the trip details on his computer.

"Our suite will be here and attached to the two biggest guests, royalty
from Satra and Al-Mirzin. Their security is joining together to lock down
the whole wing. No one gets in or out without being scanned, both
fingerprints and eyes. I've already uploaded the data for all of us along
with the passports and information," he explained.

"You have Dylan's passport?" I asked.

"Yes! I had it retrieved yesterday from his aunt. It was quite simple. An
assistant went and said they were from the college and a lot of paperwork
had been lost in a data dump that was quite embarrassing and needed to be
kept quiet. The college was paying a thousand dollars to each family to get
new copies of important documents. She took the cash and handed over every
document she had for Dylan. She barely asked any questions once she saw the
money," Dr. Takada shrugged.

"Remarkable," I said and shook my head. I would never be so careless with
my boy. Dr. Takada handed me a large envelope from his bag. Sure enough it
held Dylan's birth certificate, social security card, passport, everything.
Although his aunt had taken him in after his parents' demise, she did not
seem too concerned with my boy's care. I would never treat him like this.

I finished breakfast and then accompanied Dr. Takada to his laboratory. I
wanted to immerse myself in his research and understand the procedure that
had saved my boy. He showed me the original program with a side-by-side
comparing the algorithms he'd updated and reworked.

"You have special talents? Did you add any to my Dylan?" I looked through
the menu. It had every language on earth, art and music skills, athletic
aptitude.

"I focused on his depression and obedience. We used to do them all
together, but found things could get muddy. We still have a few maintenance
procedures with him. I can add something if you like. Arabic fluency
perhaps?" he asked.

"No, you are right. It is best to leave him pure. I do not wish that my boy
is erased entirely. I just want him happy!" I meant it too. I loved Dylan
as he was. I didn't want him turning into a genius robot boy. He would
develop his natural skills and grow into a man I could be proud of.

"As you wish. I learned Spanish and Japanese in the procedures I went
through. I also inputted the research and development files Dr. Kimura
saved throughout his career. It helps me not repeat his mistakes." Dr.
Takada shrugged.

We spent the rest of the morning looking through code and the mechanics of
the procedure. I got to see the confidential video files of past clients
along with their report files. I had access to two decades of clients.

There was a world-class cricket player from Kenya with the deepest brown
eyes who had been a troubled youth sentenced to life before he mysteriously
disappeared. He resurfaced as Barasa Chege; a boy with no history adopted
by one of the country's richest families. He later won a silver medal in
the Tokyo Olympics. A google search showed minimal information about his
private life behind the compound walls with the family he had never left.

Nami Kim, a boy from a factory town in South Korea had the procedure five
years ago. He had been an unremarkable youth destined to work at the same
tech plant his parents toiled in daily. He'd caught the eye of an investor,
Henry Cantor, from Berlin and was lured in by an art scholarship though he
had little talent. Dr. Takada had given him incredible drawing skills along
with his newfound obedience and cravings for Mr. Cantor.

The files went on and on with different variations of the same story. The
boys were all beautiful. Some were thin and graceful, others were tall and
muscular. The men ran the gamut from young and handsome to out of shape and
well past their prime. Some of the couple pairings looked downright
ridiculous, but the boys all smiled and looked at their patrons like they
were chiseled in gold.

I wondered if they were happier like that. Was it nicer to have a
pre-planned future filled with happy thoughts and a sunny outlook? None of
them had been stolen from promising career paths, and all of the patrons
were more than equipped to provide a lifetime of wealth and finer things.

Not all of the boys had been so innocent either. Some of the boys had found
their patrons on their own. They had sought out older men who could give
them the kind of life they wanted. The older men had used the procedure as
a way of sealing things, making them more fair.

Jiao-ling Cheng had moved to Shanghai when he was 17 and quickly developed
a network of older men to provide for a luxurious lifestyle. He had four of
them on the hook while he spent his nights at the best parties and clubs in
the city. He had a system with his patrons until he got arrested. Once his
face hit the news, his men disappeared.

Jiao-ling was about to board a bus back home when Dr. Takada reached out to
him with a proposition. Within a month he was living in Barcelona with the
love of his post-procedure life, Juan Pedro Castillo, owner of successful
businesses across the Iberian peninsula. He had known what he was getting
into and readily agreed to it rather than return to his family.

"Pretty interesting stuff, isn't it?" Dr. Takada said as he came up behind
me.

"Is hard to believe the way their lives changed." I noted. Each boy's life
had taken a dramatic turn.

"They would have been wasted, withered away in poverty, factories,
low-skilled labor, or prisons. How many beautiful, perfect bodies do we let
the world grind to a pulp, lock up, or beat down? These boys got lives they
never could have dreamed about. They never have to worry." He shook his
head like there should be a statue in his honor somewhere.

"Dylan would have gone that way. He was so troubled. He was nowhere near
recovery." I sighed thinking of the nights I'd watched my boy crying alone
in his bedroom.

"Well no more. He has a bright future ahead of him. It's nearly time to
wake him. After his workout I want to film a few scenes today for the
documentary." Dr. Takada picked up a tablet and swiped through some files.

"Scenes? We need more?" I asked. Dylan had bared every emotion in the
scenes I'd watched.

"We need to show his obedience. It'll be mild, don't worry. I just want to
show the absolute control you have over him. Luckily the cameras captured
when you had him pee on the garden. That was gold and so natural! This will
be a basic sequence of commands. Silly things but they will show his
affection and unquestioning obedience." Dr. Takada smiled.

"He is helpless to say no to me! Is strange. He is so beautiful and yet
begs for me," I noted.

"It's perfect. He comes across as a typical straight teenage boy, but then
bends to your every wish like a lovesick puppy. AND It's authentic! No one
will question it, especially with him there in person. It's not fake, not
acted, not a scheming gold digging street boy. The way he looks at you
makes it clear. It's perfect!" Dr. Takada patted my shoulder.

He was right. Anyone who saw my Dylan would fall for him. They'll be moved
by his story, touched by his recovery. They will see what is mine and want
it for themselves. For some strange reason that thought excited me. Knowing
wealthy and powerful men would want what was mine made my chest swell with
pride. I would need to ensure the security has a tight grip on him. My boy
will be safe.

"I'll get him ready! The light is perfect today. We do this on the back
garden!" I rushed off to wake my boy. I was ready to make magic.

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