Date: Fri, 2 Oct 2009 14:47:07 +0800
From: Pedrick Oman <pedoman1975@gmail.com>
Subject: The Captive Boy, Chapter 6

Foreword: This story was pure fiction.  I have to admit that it was not my
best writing, but was an important one for me.  The main story line was
developed when I was about 10 years old, and had been evolving for more
than 20 years.  Now, in my middle 30s, I finally wrote it down, adding many
other elements to form a complete story.  I do hope that you like it.  I'd
like to get your feedback, about your thoughts of this story, or any other
things.

BTW, I received some feedbacks.  I'm really happy to know that you are
enjoying this story.  Most of you also told me that my English was not THAT
bad.  I do appreciate your encouragement. :-)

-- pedoman <pedoman1975@gmail.com>


The Captive Boy - Chapter 6


Johnny looked around.  Faint light, wet wall, and a dirty bed.  A familiar
cell for Johnny.  When Johnny entered this cell, it was time to "serve"
those guard soldiers.  He looked at himself, totally nude, but no
handcuffs.  He waited on the bed.

One nude man walked in.  Johnny raised his head, and was astonished.

It was Zalinger.  The "fellow" who betrayed them and captured him.
Zalinger smiled evilly at Johnny.

"Had a good time here?" said Zalinger.

Johnny didn't answer, and put on his poker face again.  Although he hated
Zalinger so much, it was safer not to reveal any emotion here.

Zalinger embraced Johnny's body forcibly, and said, "I've been eager to
fuck you for a long time.  Now it's time.  Open your mouth."

Johnny watched Zalinger's penis becoming larger and larger, and finally
became the largest penis he had ever seen.  He opened his mouth, and held
Zalinger's penis.  It filled every part of Johnny's mouth, so full that he
could hardly breathe.

......

"No, I can't breathe ... "

......

"Am I going to die this time ... ?"

......

Suddenly, Zalinger was gone.  It became dark all around.

Johnny sighed with relief.  He felt that he was still sitting on the bed.
He wondered who was next.  He was tired of everything.  Day after day, he
looked at these men's penises, jerked them off, sucked them until they
spurted in his mouth, and was forced to let them fuck him.  He was so
tired.  His bottom hurt.  He had loose poops.  However, he had no choice.

Nobody came in.  Finally, Johnny stood up, and tried to find a way out.

He touched a wall, and then walked along the wall, wondering where he was.
It was not like a cell.  It was not even like in the jail.  It was so dark.
He kept walking.

After a while, he saw some faint light.  He walked toward the light.  After
a long walk, he saw a door there.

A heavy door.  Johnny pushed it, but it wouldn't open.

Johnny observed the door, trying to find a way to open it.  All of a
sudden, the door opened itself.  He walked in.

Inside the door was a bed, with a boy sitting on it.  The boy was a bit
older than him, smiling.

Is that Ming?  The Vietnam boy Joey mentioned?  Johnny wondered.  He had
never seen Ming, and had no idea if the boy was Ming or not.  He watched
the boy silently.

The boy stood up and walked to him, and held his hands.

"I hope you will be happy with Joey," said the boy.

Happy?  Johnny thought.  He had not heard this word for a long time, and
almost forgot what "happy" was.

"But I'm in prison," Johnny found himself replying to the boy.

The boy gave him a hug and a warm smile.

"You are free, aren't you?" said the boy.

Johnny looked around.  "Am I?  But I don't know how to get out of here ..."

Suddenly everything was shaking violently.  The boy had vanished.
Earthquake?

"Johnny!  Johnny!" somebody was calling him.  Who?

"Johnny, wake up!"

Johnny woke up.  Joey was shaking his body.

Johnny sat up, winked his eyes, and looked around.  It was about dawn.  No
Zalinger, no boy.  He realized that it was just a dream.

"Are you okay?" asked Joey.  "Nightmare?"

Johnny found himself sweating, and his heart was beating so fast.  He
thought of Zalinger in his dream, and the boy.  He nodded.

"It's about dawn.  Don't let other guys see you sleeping while you're on
guard duty," smiled Joey.  "I'll take you to a place later."

Johnny nodded.

"What did you dream?  You were so uneasy," asked Joey, with a hug.

Johnny lowered his head and didn't answer immediately.  Joey kissed
Johnny's cheek.

"All right, don't tell me if you don't want to.  It's just a dream.  Don't
be afraid," said Joey softly.

Johnny kept silent for a while, and said: "I dreamed of him."

"Who?"

"Ming..."  Johnny decided not to tell Joey about Zalinger.

"Ming?"  Joey was surprised.

"I didn't know if he was Ming or not ...," said Johnny.  "But he said he
hoped I would be happy with you ..."

Joey was so astonished that his mouth fell open.  After a few seconds,
Johnny saw tears dripping from Joey's face.  It was the first time he saw
Joey's tears.  After a long time, Joey wiped his face and asked, "Then?"

Johnny shook his head.

Joey hugged Johnny tightly.  "It means that Ming is really watching us from
Heaven ...," said Joey softly.  "I hope you will be happy with me, too."

What is the feeling of "happy"?  Johnny nestled against Joey's chest.  He
didn't know if that was a "happy feeling" or not.  He still felt uneasy and
confused, but he got the feeling that he could trust Joey, and the boy in
his dream, Ming.


-- To be continued.