Date: Tue, 4 May 2021 02:46:26 +0000 (UTC)
From: Captain840
Subject: Caleb's Adventure in Thailand

Caleb's Adventure in Thailand
gay, M/B, con, voy, ws, toys, feet, scat, mock-horror

When Caleb was fourteen years old, he had the adventure of a lifetime.  He
had just turned fourteen, in fact, and his birthday present was a two-week
trip to Thailand.  He had been to Latin America before, and he only barely
remembered a childhood trip to Ireland with his parents.  He had been only
four or five years old then, and couldn't really remember any details of
that trip.  The Latin America trip occurred when Caleb was twelve, and he
definitely remembered how much fun he and his parents had had visiting the
beaches, ancient temples, jungles, and street markets in every town.  In
fact, this is when Caleb knew that he would always be a traveler.  Not a
tourist who travels in large groups and never leaves the resort, but an
actual traveler who would visit as many different countries as possible and
try to experience all of the local culture each had to offer.

It was a lofty ambition, but at fourteen Caleb thought himself well on his
way.

Caleb was a very skinny boy who mostly liked to keep to himself.  He had
wavy blond hair which he wore almost down to his shoulders, and large hazel
eyes.  His face was slightly freckled, and he had a light tan from spending
most of the summer going to the beach every week (it was very close to his
home).  Most of the girls at Caleb's school thought he was a real cutie,
but few approached him because he seemed so shy.  Caleb wasn't anti-social
really, but he was shy around kids his own age.  He did love traveling with
his family and meeting new people, however.  That's why this birthday
present was so amazing.

What made this Thailand trip so much more of an adventure, compared to
other trips he had taken, was that Caleb flew there from the United States
all by himself!  He had never flown anywhere by himself before, so this
made Caleb feel very much like an adult.  He wouldn't be staying in
Thailand on his own, of course; his parents had arranged for him to stay
with an uncle who was living there.  This man was not technically Caleb's
uncle because he was no longer married to Caleb's mom's younger sister.  He
used to be a long time ago, so Caleb still referred to him as "Uncle Stu."
In fact, Caleb hadn't seen Uncle Stu since he was maybe five or six years
old.  He did have fond memories of spending time with his uncle, although
some were very weird and mixed with dreams Caleb had been having recently.
He didn't understand what any of that meant, but it didn't matter.  He and
his parents all trusted Uncle Stu, so it was decided that Caleb would fly
out to Bangkok and be met by his uncle at the airport.

Caleb, by the way, was kind of an odd kid.  Socially, he was very shy.  He
found it difficult to make friends easily, even though he wasn't
particularly inconsiderate or difficult to be around. He just preferred to
do things on his own, so didn't usually want to be with other kids his age
in groups.  Perhaps, on a subconscious level, he was afraid that others
would judge him negatively and reject his company.  Better to keep to
himself to begin with than have that happen.

On the other hand, Caleb was not at all shy about his body.  From a very
early age, Caleb realized that he liked to be naked whenever possible.
While this is usually true of pre-school aged kids, Caleb continued to walk
around the house uninhibited until the onset of puberty. His parents were
used to it and really didn't care as long as Caleb followed one important
rule: no nudity when guests were over.  Caleb was fine with that, and by
the time he turned eleven or so he began wearing shorts and a tee-shirt
around the house most of the time.  At least, he did when his parents were
home.

Caleb still remembers a dream he used to have when he was eleven years old
or so.  It was a recurring dream; he had it maybe three or four times.  In
each of these dreams, he found himself in some sort of fantastical water
park.  There would be other boys and even men in this place (never women or
girls), and everyone was naked.  He was naked too, and loved the feeling.
In this place, he would meet other boys his age and they'd play kinky games
with various spouts, nozzles, and tubes.  The dreams would always end in
orgasm, and Caleb would have to clean up the sticky mess he left in his
sheets when he awoke (does it surprise anyone that he always slept in the
nude?).

Caleb hadn't had that dream in over a year and a half, and he missed it.
Later, when visiting public restrooms, he'd pretend he was in the dream.
He knew better than to approach others directly, but he would always choose
the open trough-like urinal to relieve himself and hoped there would be
other men or boys using it at the same time.  There, he'd push down his
pants and underwear to expose himself completely to the porcelain fixture
and hope that others would appreciate the view.  Very often, older men
would spend more time standing next to Caleb than they really needed to,
and some even winked at him afterward.  Caleb loved this, and a visit to
the public restroom was often the highlight of any trip.

When he was home alone, Caleb enjoyed the most elaborate masturbation
sessions you could imagine.  He particularly liked playing with his butt,
including the cleaning-out process beforehand.  He had all sorts of
home-made enema contraptions, as well as inflatable butt plugs (made from
balloons and plastic tubing) and even a thin little rod with a rounded end
that he liked to work into his pee-hole.  He fantasized that others were
watching him while he did these activities; not kids his own age (and
certainly not girls), but usually older men who were strangers.  Or,
perhaps one-time uncles.  Deep in Caleb's subconscious, he knew that some
of these fantasies were actually very old memories...

So, two weeks after Caleb's fourteenth birthday, he stepped out of a jetway
and into the international arrival area of Bangkok's airport.  After
proceeding through customs and immigration (very simple, but it still made
Caleb feel like an adult by being able to navigate all of that on his own),
he exited into the general arrivals area.  There, he was met by Uncle Stu
who was holding a big sign reading "Welcome to Thailand, Caleb!"  Helping
Caleb with his luggage, Uncle Stu hailed a taxi and the two of them rode to
the Bangkok suburb of Bangkapi where Uncle Stu had a small apartment.

For the first week, Caleb's uncle showed him all the sites of Bangkok.
They even went to Patpong, the city's famous red light district.  Caleb
would never have been allowed to visit such places in the States, but in
Thailand they were much more lax about age.  Caleb was fascinated, of
course, but what really got his attention were the theaters and clubs
across Suriwong Road from Patpong.  In these clubs, it was not women who
got naked and put on shows, but men.  Some looked to be boys not much older
than Caleb, in fact.  At first, Caleb was a little nervous about letting
his uncle know that he wanted to visit those places. However, Uncle Stu saw
it in his eyes almost immediately and said, "I agree!  Let's leave this
fish market and head over to where all the sausages are!" with a huge grin
on his face.

With that, the two entered a place known for its erotic shower shows and
nude contortionist dancing.  Caleb sat there enthralled, and nobody said
anything when he loosened the shorts he was wearing and allowed his hand to
wander down and take care of business.  Uncle Stu kept switching between
watching the action on the stage and watching the action right next to him.
Caleb knew his uncle was watching two shows at the same time, and this made
him even more excited.  In fact, he wished he could be one of the
performers on the stage.  The thought of being completely naked in front of
dozens or maybe a hundred anonymous men, all of whom were lusting after his
young body, sent Caleb over the edge.

Uncle Stu asked the first waiter who walked by for some extra napkins.

Of course, Caleb and his uncle also visited many cultural places.  They ate
in nice restaurants but also took the opportunity to try all of the amazing
street food that they encountered in every neighborhood of the city.  Caleb
loved it all, and was beginning to build up quite a tolerance for spicy
food.  Near the beginning of the second week, the two took a ten-hour train
ride up to the small town of Nong Khai.  This was a town on the Mekong
River (local Thais referred to it as the River Khong) directly across from
Laos.  Not many tourists go there, actually, but Uncle Stu had business
there and thought it might be fun to take his nephew along to see the
sights.  Besides, he couldn't very well leave a fourteen-year-old all alone
in Bangkok for two days; he'd never hear the end of it from Caleb's
parents.

The train ride was over-night, so they arrived in Nong Khai's tiny rail
depot at 6:30 AM.  From there, they got a pedal-taxi (still seen in many of
Thailand's smaller towns and villages) to the center of town where they
checked into a small guest house by the river.  Apparently, Uncle Stu had
made arrangements ahead of time to have a room ready for them that early.

They spent the morning together walking up and down the town's main street
and then visiting a temple or two closer to the river.  At around 1:00 PM,
Uncle Stu informed Caleb that he had to meet with some associates in the
import/export business for several hours.  During that time, Caleb should
explore some other parts of the town.  He knew he probably shouldn't have,
but Uncle Stu let it slip that this town had a legendary brothel scene
about two kilometers east along the river.  Most had young women, but he
had heard that there were some that catered to "other" tastes.

     "I'm not saying that you should go there, of course," explained Uncle
Stu, "because that would be wrong of me, being your legal guardian here and
all.  Your parents would never forgive me if they thought I suggested you
go to such a place."

Uncle Stu winked after saying all of this, and Caleb got the message quite
clearly.

     "Oh, I wouldn't go anywhere near a place like that.  I think I'm going
to visit one of the temples and spend the afternoon meditating instead,"
Caleb replied with a wink of his own.

With that, the two went their separate ways.  Caleb was told (no winking
this time) to please be back to the guesthouse before nightfall.  Uncle Stu
may have been a pervert, but he really did care for his nephew and didn't
want him out wandering the streets at night.  Anyway, he knew Caleb would
be in safe company for the rest of the afternoon.

Caleb walked out of the guesthouse and onto the pedestrian promenade that
followed the course of the river through town.  Heading east, he passed
many food stalls and other assorted businesses.  Caleb knew he should have
been hungry, but the excitement of knowing where he was headed negated his
appetite.

Once past the main part of town, the promenade turned into a dirt road.
There were some mechanics' shops here, as well as a few houses with large
gardens around them.  It was almost starting to look like farmland and not
much else when Caleb came to a cluster of small house-like buildings with
colored lights hanging all over the place.  It was not even 2:00 in the
afternoon yet, but the place looked open and the little twinkling lights
were very inviting.

Caleb looked around before entering one of the small buildings.  He wanted
to make sure this really was what he thought it was (what Uncle Stu had
told him it was) before being embarrassed by walking into a local drinking
spot or other such place.  He didn't see too many people either inside or
outside, but when he poked his head in the door a friendly-looking woman
immediately welcomed him in.

This woman could not speak much English, and Caleb couldn't speak any Thai
other than his crude attempts at "hello" and "thank you" that his uncle had
taught him since arriving in Thailand.  It didn't matter; the woman
gestured for Caleb to have a seat and then some young women came out from
some other room in the back.  They giggled when they saw young Caleb, but
began plying their trade nonetheless.  They all removed their tops and a
few of them got close enough to Caleb so that he could reach out and touch
their breasts.

Caleb had been hoping for the male equivalent of these workers, but he was
still turned on by all the attention.  One of the girls gestured for Caleb
to raise his arms and she pulled the boy's tee-shirt off once he had.
Caleb was getting more and more excited, but then a shrill whistling sound
put all the fun to an immediate stop.

A group of policemen quickly marched into the building and took stock of
what was going on. The oldest looking one, probably in his mid-fifties,
looked particularly pleased when he saw that the "john" he was busting was
a foreigner.

     "They always have deep pockets and are the most afraid of ending up in
jail," is what he was apparently thinking.  Caleb's excitement vanished
immediately, replaced by terror.  He had no real money on him; he'd have to
contact his uncle who would most likely not be very happy to hear about
this.  Uncle Stu might even tell Caleb's parents, and then there would be
no more trips of this sort until he was in his twenties at least.

In his twenties... maybe that's when he'd get out of whatever Thai jail
he'd likely be going to!

Caleb felt like crying, but his fear kept him from doing much of anything
but just staring at the policemen who were coming over to talk to him.

     "Come with me boy; you're in a lot of trouble," said the oldest one in
Thai, "and put your shirt back on!"  He smirked as he said it, no doubt
enjoying the emotional discomfort he was causing the boy.  Two other
officers said nothing at all, but the youngest one leaned in close to Caleb
and whispered, "no worry.  Fun."

Caleb couldn't imagine what could possibly be "fun" about this situation,
but he understood what the first officer had commanded so got up, put his
shirt back on, and followed the group of police out of the building and
into a waiting car.  The car had no police markings on it, which frightened
Caleb even more.  No doubt these were undercover vice cops, and they would
be taking Caleb to some interrogation room in a police station downtown.

The youngest policeman, who looked to be no older than nineteen, sat next
to Caleb in the back of the car and held the boy's hand as they drove away
from the cluster of brothels and further away from town, into the nearby
jungle.  There could be nothing good (and certainly not "fun") about a
"police station" that was so far away from town, hidden in the jungle.
Caleb's mind filled with scenes from all sorts of horror movies he had
recently seen, and he was just about to loose control of his bladder due to
sheer terror when the young policeman next to him spoke softly into his
ear:

     "My name Chai and that Colonel Choovaree.  Choovaree good man, not
police. Choovaree like to play young boy, but not hurt boy.  Choovaree want
you play game; if you not want, OK."

Caleb couldn't believe what he was hearing, so asked for clarification.
Through a mixture of broken English, hand gestures, and facial expressions,
he was led to the following understanding:

Colonel Choovaree was not an actual policemen, and neither were any of the
other men in the car, including Chai.  They were stage performers, and they
enjoyed putting on shows for and with young men.  Caleb was younger than
most, but was especially attractive to them because he was a foreigner with
hazel eyes and blond hair.

The "theater" they were headed to would look like a particularly scary
police interrogation room, but that was all part of the act.  There would
be lots of patrons watching the show from vantage points all over, and some
would be allowed close to the stage to participate in the action.  Caleb
and Choovaree would be the stars of the show, and it was important to the
production that Caleb look as scared as possible.

Caleb asked Chai if Colonel Choovaree would be angry with him giving away
this information like this ahead of time.  Chai responded in the negative.
In fact, Choovaree had ordered him to inform Caleb of what was actually
going on because he saw how frightened the boy appeared.  Choovaree was a
pervert, but he was not a sadist in any way and he truly hated to see a boy
suffering or in fear.  Choovaree wanted Caleb to enjoy this afternoon, but
also to realize that others would enjoy it too if Caleb did a good job of
acting scared.

Once Caleb understood, he relaxed a bit.  It was still a novel and somewhat
scary situation, but at least now he believed (he really wanted to believe)
that no malice was intended against him.

     "I know I should act scared and shout 'no' and 'stop' and things like
that," Caleb said, "but what if I really do want Choovaree to stop or not
do something?"

     "You use word pad thai.  Choovaree know that mean stop and easy you
remember.  You like pad thai?"

     "Actually, I do.  It's one of the first things I tried when I arrived
in Bangkok, and it's better than you get in America."

     "OK, you not say pad thai if have fun.  If not fun, you say pad thai
and Choovaree stop everything.  He not angry."

Caleb understood, and kept this safe-word in the back of his head.  He
hoped he wouldn't need to use it and, more than that, hoped it would work
if he did.

After another ten minutes, the car turned into a driveway barely visible
through all of the foliage, and eventually pulled up to a large concrete
building well hidden in the jungle.  There were dozens of cars already
parked in front of and beside this building, and the people in these cars
were apparently waiting for Choovaree's arrival.  They parked, but before
getting out of the car, Chai gently handcuffed Caleb's arms behind his
back.  He smiled while doing so, and told Caleb, "OK, show now.  We bad and
mean; you scare.  All fun."

With that, they opened the car doors and the passengers' smiles turned to
scowls.  Caleb was pulled out of the back seat and marched across the dirt
parking lot to the entrance of this building.  The door was opened and all
of them stepped into the dimly-lit interior.  It was a large space with
bare light bulbs hanging down every ten feet or so from long wires.  The
ceiling must have been at least twenty feet high, and there were chairs
scattered all over the place.  In the center of this room was an odd
looking table, like something you might see in a hospital.  Just behind the
table was a large cabinet.

After Caleb, Choovaree, and the others "policemen" entered, the audience
members were allowed to follow.  Most took chairs, and it was clear that
the ones closest to the table in the center were most preferred.  The
chairs in the very back of the room remained empty; audience members would
prefer to stand closer to the action rather than sit and watch from a
poorer vantage point.

Choovaree and Caleb walked right up to the table, and Choovaree shouted in
Thai for Caleb to get up onto it.  Caleb did so, with the requisite amount
of fear showing on his face.  To be honest, despite Chai's soothing words,
some of that fear was still real.  Caleb wasn't at all certain that things
were as Chai had explained.  Choovaree himself certainly hadn't given any
indication that this was a game.  Caleb would, however, find out soon
enough.

Because I'm not a sadist either, I'll tell you right now: Chai was telling
the truth.

The table was mounted to a device which could pivot and turn.  Once Caleb
was lying on his back, two others pulled the boy's tee-shirt off and then
strapped him to the table with soft bands of felt across his chest.  Once
he was secured, they cranked a handle which inclined the table to
forty-five degrees.  So, Caleb wasn't quite standing but also wasn't quite
lying horizontally, either.  He actually felt like he was on one of those
"stand-up" roller coasters, gradually going up the first big hill.

Choovaree barked some more orders in Thai, and Caleb just looked at him in
confusion (no acting there).  When the boy didn't answer, Choovaree got
right up in his face and shouted again.  In his best, scared-sounding
voice, Caleb responded, "please, I don't know.  Don't hurt me."

The audience members all appeared to be local Thai men, most in their
forties or fifties.  It was not clear if they knew enough English to be
able to understand Caleb's response, but the tone of the kid's voice and
the situation made it clear enough to all that the boy was begging for
mercy.

Choovaree made as if to slap Caleb hard across the face.  His hand,
however, stopped about a quarter inch from the boy's cheek and one of the
other policeman, his hands hidden, clapped loudly to create a sound effect.
The audience members gasped, and most looked pleased with the action.
Caleb wondered if they were all in on the act, or if they actually thought
this was real.  He hoped it was the former; otherwise, these really were
quite the group of sadists.

The fake slapping and loud questioning went on for several more minutes,
with Choovaree appearing to slap Caleb's face, the side of his head, his
bare chest, and even his exposed knees (the boy was wearing shorts).  After
a while, Choovaree decided to step up the drama a bit.

     "Take his clothes off... all of them!" ordered Choovaree.

Caleb didn't understand a word but figured out quickly what was about to
happen when the table was mechanically tilted back another fifteen or
twenty degrees.  This put Caleb's shoes at about waist-height to the men
around the table, and one began untying the laces.  Caleb's right shoe was
removed, and then the left quickly followed.  Caleb was wearing ankle socks
which, truth be told, could have been a little cleaner.  That thought
momentarily bothered Caleb, but then he realized that he'd probably be
showing everyone a lot more than his socks in just a few minutes.  This
didn't cause anxiety, but rather excitement.  Caleb was starting to enjoy
this show as much as the audience members evidently were.  He looked out
and saw that quite a few already had their right hands down the front of
their pants.

One of the men dressed like police reached for the button on Caleb's shorts
and undid it.  He then pulled down the zipper to loosen the boys shorts and
proceeded to tug on them.  Caleb's shorts came down his thighs and were
then pulled off, exposing a pair of bright blue speedo-like underpants.
These had an obvious bulge in the front, which Choovaree playfully patted.

     "Don't stop there," he said, "continue!"

So, the man grasped the boy's briefs by the waistband and gently pulled
them down and off as well.  This left Caleb completely naked except for his
slightly dirty little socks.  Most of the men in the audience weren't
looking at the kid's feet, however.  At least, not right now.

Choovaree turned to the audience and said something in Thai, while gently
flicking Caleb's very erect penis with the fingers of his left hand.

     "He want you pee," Chai softly explained to Caleb.  Peeing in front of
a bunch of strange men was right up Caleb's alley, but for some reason he
couldn't.  Mainly, it was because he was too excited, both physically and
emotionally.  He tried to tell himself to relax and let it happen, but
nothing did.  His hard-on did soften just a little bit, however.  Caleb
knew that he did indeed have a full bladder, but he couldn't seem to relax
enough to empty it.

Choovaree said something else, turned to Caleb with an expression that
suggested he knew exactly how to remedy the situation, and then opened the
cabinet next to the bed.  Caleb couldn't see what he was doing behind the
open door, but the audience members could. Most looked shocked and
extremely excited in anticipation.

Finally, Choovaree closed the cabinet door and Caleb could see what he was
holding in his right hand.  Caleb had no idea what it was called or what
Choovaree intended to do with it, but it appeared to be a very thin rubber
hose.  It was about five feet long, only an eighth of an inch thick or so,
and was completely covered in slimy slippery clear goo of some sort. When
Choovaree grasped the head of Caleb's penis and squeezed slightly to open
the boy's urethra, Caleb finally understood what was about to happen.

He thought about using his safe-word, but decided that the idea of having
someone insert a thin rubber tube into his dick in front of everyone was
actually quite erotic.  He had heard of people needing to have something
like this in the hospital, and he had never heard that it was particularly
painful.  Besides, he had enjoyed using that little plastic stick often
enough at home even though he had never gotten it more than half an inch
inside his penis.  This would be an experience!

So, Caleb closed his eyes and pretended to be terrified.  While he was a
bit nervous about this new sensation, he was more excited than anything
else.

Caleb did shake his head and say "no" a couple of times for theatrical
effect, but Choovaree knew that no utterance of "pad thai" meant to go
ahead.  So, he did.  The rounded head of the little tube slid straight into
Caleb's pee-slit, and Choovaree gently pushed the thing deeper and deeper
into the kid's penis.  After about four inches, it met a bit of resistance
as it reached the place where the urethra bent back upward toward the boy's
bladder.  Giving the tube a little jiggling motion, Choovaree was able to
get it past the bend and then upward toward the entrance to the bladder.

On the way, it slid past the part of the urethra which passes through the
prostate gland.  It was at this moment when Caleb felt what could possibly
have been the best thing he had ever felt in all of his fourteen years.  As
any kid his age would, Caleb had experimented with all different ways of
masturbating.  He had tried using his left hand, a plastic bag inside of a
sock, his pillow, even the soles of his upturned feet covered in baby oil.
These were all amazing, and when he played with his butt hole at the same
time he could increase the sensations to the point of ecstasy.  I imagine
most boys that age have tried many of these things.  However, massaging his
prostate from the inside of his urethra was something Caleb never would
have dreamed of doing in a million years.

It was being done now, however, and it nearly pushed him over the edge even
without a hard-on and without anyone really rubbing his dick at all.
Choovaree realized that if he didn't move on quickly, the show would end
far too soon.  So, with a quick pushing action, he advanced the tube past
the prostate and right through the sphincter to enter Caleb's full bladder.

This last didn't feel nearly as good to Caleb as the moments right before
had, but it didn't really hurt either.  Just a quick spasming of a muscle
he had barely been aware of, and the tube was in.  Immediately, urine
started flowing out of the other end of the tube.  Choovaree lifted that
end upward for all to see, and then held it above Caleb's exposed tummy and
chest.  The arc of yellow urine flowed upward at first out of the tube and
then down onto the kid's body.

Choovaree moved the open end of the tube back and forth, and was evidently
trying to spell something out with the urine stream on Caleb's chest.  From
Caleb's vantage point, it was hard to tell what Choovaree was writing, but
the people in the audience close to the table could figure it out and
started laughing.  Caleb wouldn't have been able to understand it anyway as
Choovaree was of course urine-writing in Thai.

It was all Caleb could do to keep from grinning from ear to ear and
laughing along with the audience members.  He remembered, however, that he
was supposed to be the frightened prisoner afraid of being tortured, so he
played the part by screaming and shaking his head back and forth.

After almost a minute, the flow of urine subsided and finally stopped.
Caleb figured the rubber tube would be removed and some other ordeal could
begin.  However, Choovaree gently kept the head of Caleb's dick pinched
between the thumb and forefinger of his left hand, holding the tube firmly
in place.

Choovaree called out something to the audience, and everyone eagerly
shouted what could only be "yes, yes!"  Chai leaned close to Caleb and
translated, "do again."  All well and good, thought Caleb, except his
bladder was empty and unless he started drinking serious amounts of water,
wouldn't be full again for many hours.

Choovaree opened the cabinet again and this time produced a large jug
filled with some sort of bluish-green solution.  It looked like it held
close to a gallon, and the jug had a hook on the top so that it could be
hung from something like the top of a cabinet door.  There was a nozzle on
the bottom, with a little valve switch sort of thing.  Choovaree handed
this to an assistant, who hung the jug over the top of the open cabinet
door so that it was hanging about three feet above Caleb's body.  The
assistant then connected the end of the rubber tube to the nozzle and,
after a bit of showmanship and cheers from the audience, flipped the valve
switch to open.

The bluish-green fluid immediately began to flow into the tube and gravity
caused it to flow right up into Caleb's bladder.  After twenty seconds or
so, Caleb began feeling like he needed to pee again.  Ten more seconds and
he felt very full indeed.  He wondered how much of this liquid he could
take, and after just a few more seconds the assistant closed the valve and
the flow stopped.

Choovaree gently pushed on Caleb's belly, causing that feeling of needing
to pee to increase greatly.  Caleb tried, but of course nothing happened
because the tube was blocking his urethra and the valve was shut so no
liquid could flow through that tube.  Strain as he might, Caleb couldn't
empty his bladder until one of the men allowed him to.

Finally, after what seemed like a long time, Choovaree selected a member of
the audience to come over and help the boy.  Caleb thought the man would
simply open the valve and let the fluid flow out through the tube, but
that's not what happened.  Instead, Choovaree released his thumb and
forefinger from Caleb's penis and told the audience member to hold it
himself. As the man held the kid's dick, Choovaree slowly pulled the tube
out of the boy's urethra. Again, when he got to the place where the urethra
passed through the boy's prostate he jiggled the tube back and forth for
maximum pleasure enhancement, then quickly pulled it the rest of the way
out.

Almost immediately, the bluish-green liquid began pouring out of Caleb's
dick.  This stuff was much thicker than urine, so felt particularly good
flowing through his penis.  After three seconds or so, the volunteer from
the audience gently pinched Caleb's penis head, stopping the flow.  Caleb
struggled to allow more of the fluid out, but to no avail.  He had to ask
the man politely to please let him continue.  Choovaree allowed Caleb to
ask this in English, but he had to ask politely and quietly.  When he did,
the man released his grip temporarily and the flow continued.

This was repeated three or four times.  One time, Caleb asked in a frantic
voice just to see what would happen.  As predicted, the man would not let
go until Caleb had asked softly and politely.  All the while, the pressure
from the fluid felt fantastic in Caleb's plumbing so he hoped this game
could go on for as long as possible.  However, after the fourth time or so,
he finally ran out of fluid and his bladder was once again truly empty.

What Caleb hadn't realized during all of this was that the bluish-green
fluid was being collected in a jar by another volunteer standing next to
the table.  When Caleb was completely done, the man lifted the now full jar
and showed it to the rest of the audience.  It appeared to be holding
almost a quart of fluid and when the jar got passed around, each person who
wanted to took a big gulp of what Caleb had produced.  Of course, Caleb's
body hadn't actually produced this stuff to begin with; who knew what it
really was?  Judging from the smiles on the people's faces, it must have
tasted as good as it felt coming out.

Caleb was smiling on the inside, thinking of so many dirty old men tasting
the contents of his bladder.  On the outside, however, he let his eyes roll
back and made a face that suggested he felt ashamed and disgusted.  This
played very well to the audience, and many applauded.

Choovaree reached down to the crank beside the table and adjusted the angle
so that Caleb was completely horizontal.  Two stirrup-like attachments were
placed at the end of the table, one on each side, about two and a half feet
high.  Choovaree lifted each of the kid's legs and placed it up onto a
stirrup.  The result was that Caleb's knees were bent back and were nearly
resting on his chest.  His calves were resting on the stirrups, and this
position caused his buttocks to spread apart giving anyone in the right
position a perfect view of his anus.

Caleb wondered how clean it was, and then realized that he didn't really
care.

Clamps were loosely placed across the tops of the stirrups, covering the
boy's shins so that he wouldn't be able to move his legs.  Caleb figured
there would be some butt play coming, but was surprised when Choovaree
grasped his left foot and rubbed the sole of the sock he was wearing.  He
then lifted his hand to his face and grimaced, declaring in Thai, "this
kid's feet are filthy!  Come see and smell for yourselves."

With that, Choovaree unceremoniously yanked each of the boy's socks from
off his feet, leaving his soles and toes completely exposed.  Caleb made a
big show of wiggling his toes and moaning each time an audience member came
up and approached his feet.  Some would just get up close and stare, while
others took the opportunity to do more.  Many bent down and sniffed Caleb's
feet, and some used their fingers to spread his toes and look (and smell)
between each one.  A few even used their tongues to lick the sock lint from
between the boy's toes.

One man licked Caleb's right sole from heel to toes, and once the bottom of
his foot was glistening with saliva, undid his pants and let them fall to
the floor.  He wasn't wearing any underwear, and his dick was as hard as
could be.  He pressed himself against Caleb's slippery right foot and began
rubbing up and down, back and forth.  After only thirty or forty seconds of
this, the man erupted with a small fountain of thick, white semen that
ended up getting between several of Caleb's toes.  Nobody else repeated
that particular move, but a few others offered to lick the kid's toes clean
of semen.  Another took almost all of Caleb's left foot into his mouth and
tried to deep-throat it.  Caleb felt like his toes must have been half-way
down the man's gullet.

By this time, Caleb was himself hard as a rock but had no way to pleasure
himself directly. His arms were under the straps crossing his chest, so he
was not free to use either to touch himself.  He was hoping that one of the
audience members would reach down and give his hard dick a little rub, but
they were all too busy worshiping his feet.

After the last man had taken his turn sniffing, licking, and sucking
Caleb's feet, Choovaree gave the room a theatrical bow and then said
something like, "There's one more part of this child that needs exploring,
and probably cleaning.  Wouldn't you agree?"

Of course, this brought more enthusiastic cheers from the audience, and
Choovaree went back into that cabinet to grab something else.  After just a
second or two, he produced what looked like a smooth plastic stick about
the size of a pencil only a bit longer, and a bottle of lubricant.  He
poured some of the slippery goo onto the pencil-like stick, and then held
it up for everyone to see.  It was white, about a quarter of an inch in
diameter, and about a foot long.  The end he was holding up ended in a
slightly flared bulb, and the other end was flattened in the last inch with
little bumps on each side to provide a grip.

It was completely obvious to Caleb how this device would be used, and it
was obvious to everyone in the audience as well.  Caleb looked at the
thing, made his eyes get wide, and then began thrashing his head from side
to side shouting "no, no!"  Of course, he really couldn't wait to feel this
thing penetrate him, but he had to remain in character.

With a few stern words in Thai, Choovaree bent down, placed the bulbous
head of this thing against the boy's quivering anus, and pushed.  The
device easily popped inside, and once it had, Choovaree pushed it farther
and farther in.  He had to adjust the angle a few times, but eventually he
had it inserted almost nine inches into the boy's rectum.

At this point, he invited audience members to come and jiggle the little
rod, some pulling it out an inch or two and then shoving it back in.  All
of this felt wonderful to Caleb, who loved how the rounded head kept
rubbing back and forth against his prostate.  When each of these men had
taken his turn, Choovaree finally reached down and slowly pulled the little
rod all the way out.

It was no longer white for most of its length.

Caleb saw the condition of the rod, and wondered if Choovaree would
actually be angry about it.  He certainly acted as if he were, but then he
handed the rod to someone near the front of the audience and that man
gingerly handed it to someone else and...

Eventually, the rod made its way back to Choovaree and it was spotless.
Completely white, and a little bit shiny.  Choovaree held it up to close
inspection, shrugged, and then bent down and stuck it right back up Caleb's
butt.  He managed to push it in even farther this time, if only by an inch
or so.  Caleb felt it pressing into the place where his gut made a sharp
turn (his sigmoid colon, although he was unaware of that term) and it
almost hurt.  Almost, but not quite.  Choovaree knew exactly what he was
doing, but Caleb still screamed out loud as if he had been impaled.  This
caused more gasps from the audience members and a few rounds of applause.
Again, Choovaree slowly pulled the rod out and again it was covered in
fecal matter.  Back to the audience it went, and again it came back shiny
and clean.

Caleb could have told himself that someone in the audience had some tissues
and soapy water and was there to clean such things, but he knew better.
Someone's wife would later be wondering why her husband had such stinky
breath.

Instead of playing a third round of "hide the rod," Choovaree gave Caleb
the order to empty his bowels.  Caleb had always secretly enjoyed peeing in
front of others, allowing them to examine his penis while he let his urine
flow freely out into the trough.  Taking a dump was an entirely different
story, however.  It's not that the idea appalled him in any way (quite the
opposite, in fact).  It's just that no restroom he had ever visited had
been designed in a way where patrons could watch each other defecate.  Even
if there were such a place, the position one normally took while doing that
act meant that nobody else could really see what was happening.

Here, however, was a place where everyone was interested in watching Caleb
empty his bowels, and the position he was in made it easy for everyone to
get the perfect view.  Despite all of this, he couldn't quite get himself
to do it.  He bore down a few times, but nothing came out.  He knew from
the last part of the performance that his bowels needed emptying, but he
couldn't bring himself to do that in front of an audience.

Choovaree, as always, had a solution to this.  If he could cause the boy to
have stronger contractions, the poop would practically fly out of the boy
and onto the floor.  So, back into the cabinet again and this time
Choovaree emerged with a complicated looking device.  There was a thin
plastic mat, about one foot square, with a wire attached to it.  There was
also a thin metal rod with tiny metallic beads up and down its ten or
twelve-inch length.  This was much thinner than the rod which had just been
used, and it too had a wire attached to the handle end.  Both wires, the
one from the rod and the one from the mat, were plugged into a small black
box that had some buttons and knobs on it.

Choovaree gestured for the boy to lift his backside up off the table just
enough so that he could slide the thin mat underneath.  Once done, the boy
was allowed to rest his body back down onto the table so that the skin of
his lower back was making full contact with this mat.

The thin metal rod was dipped into the same lubricating liquid that had
been used earlier, and Choovaree once again used the thumb and forefinger
of his left hand to gently open the boy's urethra.  The metal rod was
slipped in, and gently advanced into Caleb's penis just as the rubber tube
had been earlier.  Because of the little beads and the slipperiness of the
metal surface, this felt even better.  Choovaree expertly advanced the
thing, which was flexible, past the curve in the urethra at the base of the
boy's now fully erect penis.  A few more inches and the tip of the metal
rod was in the part of the urethra which passed through the
prostate. Again, Caleb was in heaven.

Then, Choovaree pushed a button on the little black box and began turning
one of the knobs. At first, Caleb felt nothing at all beyond the wonderful
feeling of the metal beads rubbing the inside of his prostate.  Then, he
began to notice a slight tingling sensation in his penis head. This felt
good, and then it stopped.  A second or two later, it started again.  This
happened several times; evidently, Choovaree had the contraption set to
pulsate mode.

Choovaree turned the dial some more, and the tingling sensation got more
intense each time it occurred.  Furthermore, Caleb felt a spasming in the
muscles behind his prostate, the muscles which controlled his rectum.  Each
time the device sent pulses of electricity into his penis, the current
flowed through the prostate (which felt as amazingly intense and wonderful
as you might hope it would) and then through the boy's rectal muscles on
its way out of his body to the grounding mat upon which he was lying.

Each time this happened, the muscles in his bowels convulsed and this
caused the contents of his bowels to move farther and farther downward.
With one more turn of the dial, these muscle convulsions got stronger and
it felt to Caleb as if his guts now had a mind of their own! They kept
contracting and relaxing, and the kid could feel himself getting ready to
unload everything that had been up there.

Choovaree reached down to the crank that controlled the table and this time
rotated it so that the boy's wildly dilating anus was facing the audience
members directly.  Many stood up and a few came closer to get a better
view.  Each time the device sent a pulse of electricity through Caleb's
body, his anus dilated to a diameter of about an inch and a half, and he
felt all of the muscles in his rectum convulse and contract, pushing the
contents closer to the exit.

Finally, the boy took the biggest dump of his entire life.  It felt like it
just kept coming and coming out of him; he didn't know that his large
intestine held so much poop at one time. Finally, when he seemed to be
empty, Choovaree pushed the button to turn the electrical device off.  The
muscle contractions stopped immediately, and Caleb could relax.  The beaded
metal rod was slowly pulled out and placed in a cloth towel offered by one
of the assistants.  Presumably, it would be disinfected for later use.

Choovaree, hamming it up for everyone, looked down at the table and made an
overly theatrical disgusted face at what was piled up there.  He reached
down between Caleb's thighs and appeared to pick up a large sample of what
Caleb had just produced.  He lifted it to Caleb's face and shouted
something about how filthy a boy he was and how he had made a mess of
Choovaree's beautiful work station.

The audience members leaned in, unbelieving, as Choovaree ordered Caleb to
eat the thing that was in his hand.  This was way beyond what Caleb was
willing to do, and he thought to use his safe-word right then and there.
However, before he had the chance, Chai leaned over and whispered, "no
poop, chocolate.  Choovaree good magic."

Caleb understood immediately that some sleight-of-hand had occurred, but
still made a terrible face as he shook his head away from Choovaree's
offering.  He pretended like he would never open his mouth unless it was
forced open, so one of Choovaree's assistants did just that.  With both
hands, Caleb's mouth was forced open and the brown and sticky log was
pushed between his lips and teeth.  Caleb let out a muffled scream as if
poison had been put in his mouth, but eventually closed his teeth around
the object, chewed, and swallowed.  It was delicious, probably the best
dark chocolate fudge he had ever tasted.

While Caleb was enjoying his chocolate, one of Choovaree's assistants
washed away all of the real mess from the table with a powerful hose.
There was actually a large drain with a widely spaced metal grate just
under the table.  This ensured that the poop was all completely flushed
away; not a trace of it remained afterward.

     "Well, that's a start," Choovaree informed his audience, "but I don't
think this kid is really cleaned out yet, do you?"

Caleb then heard a chorus of what had to be "no" from all in the room.
Choovaree smiled at this and reached down into the bottom of the cabinet to
grab yet another long rubber hose. This one was about an inch wide, over
seven feet long, and had a round bulbous head just like the little one
Choovaree had pushed up Caleb's urethra earlier.  The bulb on this new hose
was only a tiny bit wider than the rest of the tubing, and there was a
small hole in the end.  The tube itself was hollow, and the other end was
threaded as if it were meant to be screwed onto some sort of appliance.

Within minutes, that very appliance was wheeled out from a small closet at
the far end of this huge hall.  It looked a bit like a water cooler, only
the tank was raised about seven feet off the ground on four sturdy legs.
The long legs were on wheels, so the thing could easily be rolled across
the room.  In fact, it looked a bit like one of those water towers you
might see in a rural town somewhere, only in miniature.  The tank looked
like it probably held five gallons, maybe a bit more.  At the bottom of the
tank there was a metal nozzle with threads on it; it looked like a perfect
fit for the threads on the end of the hose Choovaree was still holding.
There was a valve on this nozzle, presumably now in the closed position as
no water seemed to be leaking out.

The water tank was rolled over to a position just next to the table on
which Caleb was lying, and Choovaree did indeed screw the hose onto the
nozzle at the bottom of the tank.  This meant that approximately three feet
of the hose could lie coiled on the table while the other four feet curved
upward to join the tank high above.  The three feet that lay on the table
had little one-inch markings all along the length of the hose.

Choovaree picked up the bulb end of the hose, poured some lubricating goo
onto the tip, and waved it in front of Caleb's upturned face.  The boy did
his best to look panicked, but in fact he very much enjoyed enemas.  He
used to get them often when he was a toddler because he evidently had
problems with constipation.  At least, he vaguely remembered his Uncle Stu
telling him that.  Later, when he was home alone and exploring his
sexuality, he often enjoyed giving himself enemas while masturbating.  He
found the feeling of fullness they created very erotic.

However, the enema Caleb used on himself had a two inch long nozzle that
was only about a quarter-inch thick.  This thing on the table between his
knees looked more like a medical endoscope; he assumed it was mostly just
for show.  Choovaree would only really stick maybe five or six inches of
the tube inside.  Still, the thickness of the thing slightly concerned him,
even though he had home-made "toys" that were easily that wide.

After some more conversation with the audience, Choovaree moved his arm so
that the bulb end of the hose could be pressed right up to Caleb's anus.
Just as with the plastic rod used earlier, the head of this thing popped
right in with just a little bit of pressure.  This was wider, so Caleb
certainly felt it more, but it really didn't hurt.  The boy knew how to
bear down at just the right moment to make the ring of muscle down there
give way without cramping. He did this just then, and the tube was now
snugly inserted.

With a grin, Choovaree reached up to the nozzle high above the table and
twisted the valve to the open position.  Within seconds, Caleb felt the
familiar flow of water into his rectum.  He didn't know how much he could
take, but at home he easily took the entire bag that came with the enema in
the family bathroom.  After just five seconds or so, Choovaree turned the
valve back off.

     "OK, here we go..."

Audience members leaned in close to get a better view as Choovaree began
pushing the hose farther into the boy's behind.  Because of the markings on
the hose, Choovaree was able to count out inches as he inserted more and
more of the hose.  When he got to nine, he met some resistance.  Rather
than keep pushing, he turned the valve back on to resume flow.

Caleb felt pressure, and then this relaxed when he felt something give way
up there.  It was almost as if there were another sphincter, one which had
just opened to allow the tube access to a place deep in Caleb's body.  In
all of his butt-play sessions, Caleb had never gotten anything this far up
there.  Choovaree must have felt the resistance give way as well, because
almost immediately he continued pushing the hose and counting.  He did this
while the water continued to flow into Caleb.  When he got to sixteen, the
same thing happened again.  This time, it took a few seconds of wiggling
the hose in and out about two inches to break up whatever was blocking its
passage.  Then, with the way now clear, the hose was pushed gradually
farther and farther in.  It met no more real resistance as it went deeper
and deeper into the boy's guts.  Finally, when Choovaree's count reached
thirty-four, he stopped and turned off the flow of water.

Caleb felt a little water dribbling out from around the tube, but was
surprised that he was able to hold most of it as well as he could.
However, he was even more surprised that he had been able to take
thirty-four inches of hose up his rear end.  At first he had thought it
another trick, but as Choovaree inserted the thing deeper and deeper, Caleb
really could feel the round head moving up through his colon.  In fact, he
could even trace its progress by looking at the ripples in his skin; first
he saw it moving up the left side of his abdomen, and then he saw it slide
across his skin as it moved through the transverse colon.  A chubbier boy
probably wouldn't have been able to see this, but Caleb was practically
skin and bone so the thing was easy to see making its way through his large
intestine.  Caleb couldn't believe this was possible and that it didn't
hurt a bit, but the hose was really nearly three feet up into his gut and
he felt nothing but the slight pressure from all the water pumped in along
with the tube.

A quick opening and closing of the valve allowed a bit more water to enter
the boy's upper bowel, and then Choovaree slowly started to pull the hose
out.  As he did, a fair amount of water came out with it.  Inch after inch
after inch was removed, until finally there was only about four inches of
hose still inside Caleb's rectum.

At this point, Choovaree asked for a volunteer from the audience.  A man
walked up and took hold of the hose.  Choovaree gestured for him to put it
all back in, so that's what he did.  He went a little quicker than
Choovaree had, but it still felt good to Caleb.  The head of the thing made
its way back up the descending colon, around a sharp bend, and then into
the transverse colon once again, and then Choovaree opened the valve for
about ten seconds.  Caleb felt more pressure as the water entered this part
of his bowel.  Then, the man rather quickly began pulling the hose out.

When he got to the point where just the head of the tubing was still inside
Caleb, Choovaree told the man to stop pulling and then opened the valve one
more time.  He let it flow for quite a while this time, ensuring that over
a quart of water entered Caleb's guts.  When he finally turned the flow
off, he pulled the tube completely out of the boy and then reached into the
bottom of the cabinet to get a large bucket.  He placed this between the
kid's spread thighs and commanded him to release the water.  He said this
in Thai, but Caleb didn't need anyone to translate and began following the
order immediately.

It took almost a full minute for him to expel all of the water he had been
holding into the bucket; there must have been close to a gallon.
Remarkably, the water that came out was almost perfectly clean.  It was a
bit cloudy and had a slightly beige tone to it, but that was from the mucus
that typically lines one's intestines.  Aside from this, the water was
clean. When Caleb had finished, the bucket was nearly three-quarters full
of water.

Choovaree turned to an assistant and apparently asked him to go into
another smaller room and fetch something.  The assistant did, and when he
returned he had with him a large bag of Thai mochi candy.  These are small
balls made from rice flour, often flavored with coconut, peanuts, or other
things.  The balls can vary in size but the ones in this bag were about an
inch in diameter, just a bit smaller than a standard American marshmallow.
Like marshmallows, mochi candy balls are very soft and squishy.  These were
plain, not flavored with any extra ingredients other than a bit of sugar
baked in with the flour.  It was a large bag, so there must have been at
least fifty candy balls inside.

Caleb saw the bag and wondered for only a second or two if the festivities
would stop briefly for a short snack break.  He'd seen these candies in
several of the markets, but hadn't actually tried them yet.  They looked
tasty, but it really only took Caleb a moment to figure out that he
wouldn't really be tasting the things.

Choovaree reached down the the crank beside the table and started turning
it in a direction which caused the table to lean further back from the
horizontal.  When he had finished adjusting it, Caleb was tilted back about
thirty degrees so that his exposed anus was pointing upward and his head
was below his body.  This caused the blood to rush to his head, but he got
used to hanging partially upside down after a minute or so.

Choovaree dumped about twenty mochi candies into the bucket still
containing the water Caleb had released.  The candies floated, but began
absorbing some of the water.  This caused them to get even softer and very
slippery.  Choovaree then invited the audience members to come up to the
center of the room and form a line.  Excitedly, they all queued up eager
for their chance to take part in the activity.

Since Choovaree was already there right next to the bucket, he was first in
line.  He took his turn by reaching into the bucket, picking up a slimy
little mochi ball, and placing it onto Caleb's upturned anus.  With his
index finger, Choovaree easily pushed the little candy right into the boy's
butt.  He allowed his finger to sink in behind the candy to the second
knuckle, just to make sure the candy was well-inserted.  He then pulled his
finger out with a soft smacking sound and stepped out of the way so that
the next man in line could take his turn.

That man did, following Choovaree's example to the letter, and then so did
the man after that. On and on it went this way, until all twenty mochi
candies were buried in Caleb's rectum.  At this point, however, there were
still close to thirty men who hadn't yet had their turn.  Realizing this,
Choovaree shrugged his shoulders, made a theatrical expression that said,
"oh well, what's a man to do?" and then dumped another twenty candies into
the bucket.

Chai leaned down close to Caleb's lowered head, where audience members
couldn't see or hear him, and asked the boy, "you take more OK?  If no, ask
pad thai; OK"

Caleb smiled at Chai and gave him an expression that basically said, "I can
take that whole bag if you want me to."  Once Chai understood the boy's
true answer, Caleb began shouting "no, no, I'm too full!" to the people
still in line.  Whether anyone actually believed any of this to be real is
questionable, but nobody gave up his place in line.

After six or seven more men took their turns, Caleb began wondering if
maybe his eyes had been bigger than his stomach... or rectum.  He felt
really full down there, and wondered if he really would be able to take
many more candies.  Choovaree noticed this as well; after the last man
pushed a candy in and removed his finger, the candy began working its way
right back out again.  Choovaree quickly pushed the candy in even farther,
but when he removed his finger the same thing started to happen.  He got an
idea.

Choovaree picked up the enema hose that was still lying on the ground next
to the table.  He lifted the bulb-shaped nozzle up to the boy's anus,
pushed it in just a bit so that the head was fully inserted, and then
opened the valve to allow more water to flow in.  This had two effects: The
candies in the boy's rectum were pushed farther back by the water into his
sigmoid colon and perhaps beyond.  However, the water caused those candies
to swell up a bit, creating an even fuller feeling in Caleb's gut.

Caleb moaned, mostly in pleasure as the pressure pushed nicely against his
prostate. Choovaree quickly turned off the flow and removed the nozzle,
allowing the next in line to continue with the insertions.  The added space
in Caleb's rectum allowed twelve more audience members to insert mochi
candies, and then the kid really couldn't take a single candy more.

To help Caleb hold onto the slippery little balls stuffing his lower gut
(by my count, he had at least thirty-eight candies up there!), Choovaree
pressed his open palm against the boy's opening.  He could feel the little
candies trying to work their way out, but he kept enough pressure against
them with his palm to keep them where they were.  He nodded to an assistant
to lower the table in the other direction so that Caleb would be almost
upright.  Once done, Choovaree placed the bucket (still nearly half-filled
with water from Caleb's first enema) on the floor between the boy's legs,
which had been released from the stirrup-like devices that had been holding
them up.  Choovaree loosened the binds that had been tied tight across
Caleb's chest, and this allowed the boy to squat over the bucket.

Choovaree nodded to Caleb and then removed his palm from the kid's
underside. Immediately, little slimy mochi balls began spilling out of
Caleb's butt and into the bucket. They made a splashing sound at first, but
this subsided as the bucket became more filled with the candies.  A good
amount of water poured into the bucket with them, and it seemed to Caleb
like the release of the slippery little things would go on forever.

After a while, the flow really did stop and Caleb looked down to see over
three dozen mochi candies floating in the bucket.  They appeared completely
clean, and the water itself was a cloudy white.  This cloudiness was mainly
(although not entirely) from the rice flour from which these candies were
made.

Choovaree made another announcement, and once again a long queue of people
formed, waiting to get access to the table.  Choovaree gestured for Caleb
to lie back down again, this time on his stomach with his legs spread
slightly.  The table had already been returned to a horizontal position by
one of the attendants, so Caleb climbed up onto it and followed Choovaree's
instructions.

Although Caleb didn't understand the instructions to the audience members,
each man in line was told that he'd get one mochi candy from the bucket.
He'd then have a choice: either chew it up and swallow it, or else put it
back where it had come from (not the bucket!).  While most of these men
chose the former, a few did choose the latter.  When that happened, Caleb
felt a sometimes clumsy hand spread his buttocks while the other poked
around at his hole with the slippery mochi candy.  A few were good and
pushed it in quickly with one skillful maneuver, but others took two or
three attempts before actually working the candy inside.

     "Jeez," Caleb thought to himself, "you'd think these people have never
stuffed anything up a butt hole before!"  The thought almost caused him to
giggle out loud, but he remembered his part and instead began moaning and
whining.  A few of the audience members took a few extra seconds, after
inserting the candy, to work a couple of fingers as far up inside the boy
as possible.  Caleb shouted and cried out, "no!" when this happened, but
actually enjoyed this immensely.  Choovaree knew this as well, and made no
attempt to stop the patrons from doing this to Caleb.  With his head turned
to the side, Caleb could see that some of those who had fingered him deeply
then put those fingers in their own mouths and sucked them.  They really
seemed to be enjoying Caleb's flavor, and the boy thought that these were
the cleverest contestants; they made a choice but got to experience both
options really.

Caleb ended up with about a dozen mochi candies re-inserted into his butt.
All of the rest that had been in the bucket got gobbled up.  This left
about a dozen people still in line who were now facing an empty bucket.
There were no more mochi candies left to eat... or were there?

Those who really wanted a candy could now take one directly from Caleb, the
Candy Man. Almost all chose this option, actually, and Caleb thought to
himself how funny it was to be a human Pez dispenser.  Each man, when it
came his turn in line, leaned down over Caleb and used two hands to spread
the boy's cheeks.  He'd then put his opened lips around Caleb's anus and
wait for the boy to squeeze out a mochi candy.  Caleb did the best he could
to make sure it was only one per customer, but a couple of the men each got
a double by accident. One chewed and swallowed both, greedy bastard, but
the other was honest and only accepted one.  He put the other back where he
had found it.

Those who opted not to eat any candies in this manner decided instead to
have a nice drink of water.  A ladle was supplied, and they could dip it
into the bucket one time and drink the contents.  A few choose this option,
and seemed to really enjoy the flavor infused in this liquid.

When all the candies were finally eaten, Caleb was instructed to roll back
over onto his back and pull his knees up to his chest once again.  He
wondered what could possibly happen next.  Although Caleb couldn't
understand Choovaree's next announcement, he would have been happy to know
that it was something along the lines of, "Who's ready to see this kid
finally cum?"  Caleb would find out what Choovaree had said soon enough.
The audience, of course, all cheered loudly.

Choovaree made one final trip back to the cabinet and this time brought out
what looked like a hand-held bicycle pump.  Actually, it was shorter and
fatter than that, more like the kind of pump campers used to use to pump up
air mattresses before they started making electric ones.

The pump had a two-foot thin hose that ended in what looked like a solid
ball, only a half-inch in diameter.  The hose and the ball were both
colored orange, and there was a valve of some sort mounted on the hose near
where it was attached to the large cylinder of the pump.

Choovaree clicked the valve into one position, and gave the thing one solid
pump.  When he did, the little ball on the other end inflated to about
three inches in diameter.  Choovaree pulled the handle back, and the ball
stayed inflated.  One more pump, and the ball was now five inches in
diameter.  It stayed that way until Choovaree again clicked the valve, and
then it deflated almost immediately to its original tiny size.

He handed this to an assistant, with the instructions, "you, sir, may do
the honors."  The assistant made to get the little bottle of lubricating
gel, but Choovaree reminded him of how wet and slippery Caleb's anus
already was.  Realizing that more lube was not necessary, the assistant
held the ball end of the hose to Caleb's waiting butt hole and quickly
inserted it about two inches into the kid's rectum.  It really took no
effort at all, since it was smaller than the candies which had so recently
been stretching the boy's hole and he really was still very slimy down
there.

Once the ball was completely inside, the assistant gave the device an
experimental pump. Caleb could feel the ball inflate inside him, and it
felt wonderful.  He didn't know how many pumps he could take, but thought
that at least one more would be nice.  As if the assistant could read
Caleb's mind, he pulled back the handle and gave it one more pump.  He did
this second one very slowly, to give Caleb the chance to use his safe-word
if the internal stretching began to cause pain.

It didn't, and Caleb smiled quickly at the assistant to convey this before
screaming at the top of his lungs for the audience's benefit.  The
assistant appreciated the theatrics, and secretly pushed the valve to
release all of the air in the ball before switching it back and pumping
again.  This meant that Caleb was back to having a three-inch diameter ball
lodged in his behind, but the audience didn't know this.  They saw a third
pump, which should have expanded the ball to nearly seven inches!

Finally, the assistant released the valve for the audience to see, and then
repeated the whole sequence several times.  Although each time he made it
look as though Caleb were taking more and more complete pumps, he never
really pumped the ball any larger than five inches in diameter.  He knew
that anything larger could actually cause real internal damage.  Caleb
understood the act perfectly, so kept screaming louder and louder and
thrashing his head from side to side for good effect.

While the assistant was playing with the pump, Choovaree retrieved the
little metal rod with the beads that had been used earlier.  This time, he
unplugged it from the little box that controlled the electricity; he didn't
want to shock the boy this time but rather just give him extreme pleasure.
The rod had indeed been thoroughly disinfected, so Choovaree dipped it in
the sterile lubricant and brought it over to Caleb's semi-hard penis.

When Caleb saw this thing hovering over his dick, he began screaming bloody
murder.  In fact, he couldn't wait to feel those little metal beads slide
back and forth through his urethra, massaging his prostate from the inside.
Choovaree knew this, and barely hesitated before slowly inserting the thin
rod into the boy's pee-hole.  Just as before, he had to jiggle it a bit to
get the rod to bend past the place where the boy's urethra curved at the
base of his penis. Once it was past that point, it easily slid farther in
until the beads reached the boy's prostate.

Choovaree realized he had found his target, and jiggled the little rod in
and out by just half an inch for a few seconds.  Then he paused for five or
six seconds while the assistant gave the pump another push.  The inflated
ball pushed against Caleb's prostate from within his rectum, causing even
more stimulation.  The assistant held it that way for a second or two, and
then released the air to deflate the ball.  The sudden loss of pressure
against Caleb's prostate was then replaced by more quick manipulation of
the beaded rod by Choovaree for a few seconds. Then, another quick
inflation and deflation.

Back and forth, from within and from behind, pressure building and
releasing and repetitive prostate stimulation.  Caleb started moaning
loudly, not in pain or dread but in ecstasy.  There was no acting here; the
boy had never felt anything this good in his entire life!  The audience
members realized that the "torture session" had ended and now the kid was
getting his reward.  After less than a minute of this, Caleb's breathing
got very quick, the moaning got louder, and Choovaree knew the end was
close.  He quickly pulled the metal rod all the way out and away from the
boy's urethra, and it was just in time.  Caleb ejaculated the biggest load
of semen he had ever produced; the orgasm seemed to go on for minutes
(although it really only felt that way).  Just as Caleb began cumming, the
assistant controlling the pump quickly pulled the thing out of Caleb's
behind, even though it was still a little bit inflated.  The
one-and-a-half-inch diameter bulb popped out, and another jet of semen
squirted what must have been two feet up in the air; cum kept dribbling
from Caleb's penis until a small pool of it formed on the kid's belly.

When it was finally over, everyone applauded and Caleb was given a few
minutes to collect himself, wipe his various parts dry, and then get
dressed.  Choovaree gently led him away from the table and out the front
door of the building to where the car was still waiting.  Just before
seeing the boy into the back seat and saying goodbye, Choovaree slipped a
small envelope into the boy's hand.  He said something in Thai that Caleb
couldn't understand, but Chai was there in the seat next to him to
translate: "please no open here.  Open in hotel later."

Caleb wondered if he were actually being paid cash for his performance.  He
didn't want to disobey Choovaree's request, so hid the little envelope in
one of the pockets in his shorts. He'd have to make sure he dealt with it
when he got back to the guesthouse before his uncle came back.

The car drove out the long driveway and back onto the road they had used to
get to the secret theater.  Caleb recognized the little cluster of
buildings that served as Nong Khai's brothel district, but the car didn't
stop there.  Instead, the driver took Caleb straight to the center of town,
just three blocks from the guesthouse where he and his uncle were staying.
Caleb was glad the driver didn't ask him for directions to the guesthouse;
he was afraid his uncle might see him pulling up in some stranger's car and
ask a lot of difficult questions.  It would be better to be let off in the
crowded downtown area and then walk back to the guesthouse.

Caleb asked the driver to do that, and Chai helped translate for him.  When
the car did stop, Caleb said goodbye to everyone and especially thanked
Chai for being his friend and making him comfortable throughout the
experience.  Caleb also asked Chai to tell Choovaree how much fun he had
had, and to thank him for being so gentle while acting so scary.  Chai said
he would, and Caleb left the car and began his walk back to the guesthouse
by the river.

When he arrived, his uncle was already in the room reading a magazine of
some sort.  It was 6:45 PM, so Caleb had certainly kept his word about
being back before nightfall.  Uncle Stu didn't say much when Caleb walked
in, but did ask if the boy had had a good time.  Caleb nodded yes, and
couldn't decide whether to tell his uncle an obvious lie about having spent
the afternoon at a temple praying with monks (a ludicrous story if ever
there was one) or perhaps a story about actually going to the brothels but
deciding not to engage in any activities there.  One thing Caleb knew for
sure he would never tell his uncle about was his actual adventure in the
company of Colonel Choovaree.  He really didn't think anyone in his right
mind would believe him even if he did tell the whole story of what had
actually occurred.

To Caleb's great relief, his uncle did not press him for any details
concerning how he had spent his afternoon.  So, Caleb went to the bathroom
and closed the door.  He didn't really need to use the bathroom, but he
wanted a private place to open the envelope Choovaree had given him.  Caleb
was still scared that his uncle might find it and begin to ask questions.

Caleb turned on the sink faucet so that the running water would mask the
sound of his opening the envelope.  He pulled it out of his pocket, looked
at the front and back which were completely blank, and then quickly and
quietly opened it and pulled out the folded note within. It read:

     "Caleb, please say hello to your Uncle Stu for me.
							- Colonel
Choovaree"

Caleb's heart skipped a beat and it felt like he had ice water flowing
through his veins. Choovaree knew his family, probably knew where he was
staying and might even know where Uncle Stu lived in Bangkapi.  Was this
note meant to be a threat?  Would there be a blackmail demand of some sort?
Suddenly, Caleb was almost as scared as he had been when Choovaree first
approached him at the brothel.

He knew he couldn't stay in the bathroom forever, but he also knew that his
uncle would see the fear on his pale face.  He'd have to say something, but
he had no idea what.  He was truly terrified.

Summoning up all of his courage, Caleb turned off the sink, opened the
bathroom door, and walked out to face his uncle.  Uncle Stu had put down
the magazine and now stared at his approaching nephew with a stern,
unforgiving look.  Before Caleb could say a word, Uncle Stu asked, "Did
Choovaree give you the note?"

Caleb stared at his uncle in disbelief, trying to figure out what was
happening.  Suddenly, Uncle Stu's stern expression disappeared and was
replaced by a huge, warm grin.  He reached out to give his nephew a big
hug, and said:

     "Choovaree is not his real name, but he's one of my best friends from
Bangkapi.  I've always known about his preference for teenaged boys, and I
know that he often hosts shows in that place of his outside of town.  I
also know all about your inclinations and kinks; I was not much different
when I was your age, and I always wished I had had someone to grant my most
secret fantasies.  So, I sent Choovaree a photograph of you about two weeks
ago, and we organized an afternoon of fun.  Happy birthday, kiddo!  Did you
like your surprise party?"

The End