Date: Thu, 24 Sep 2009 13:20:36 +0800
From: pedoman1975@gmail.com
Subject: The Captive Boy, Chapter 1

Foreword: This story was a 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 since I was about 10 years old, and had been developed for more
than 20 years.  Now, in my middle 30s, I finally wrote it down, added 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 hope that my poor English will not eliminate your fun of reading
this story...

-- pedoman <pedoman1975@gmail.com>


The Captive Boy - Chapter 1


Johnny stood still in front of Joey silently, with a poker face.  That was
the way Johnny protected himself.

Joey looked at this little boy.  After a long silence, he said: "Take off
your clothes."

Johnny started actions immediately.  He took off the cloth covered his
body, and untied the rope on his waist.  The shorts -- which was apparently
too large for him -- slid down, and soon his nude body was in front of
Joey.

Johnny watched Joey's face.  He knew what Joey wanted.  It must be his
little body, no any other possibility.  He had been raped a lot since he
was captured two years ago.  Everyone in this concentration camp wanted his
body to quench their own sex desire, including soldiers, officers, and all
the other prisoners.  They fucked him day after day.

Joey watched Johnny's body.  Johnny looked very thin and small, like just
only 7 or 8 years old. However Joey knew that he was actually older.  His
arms, body, and legs were full of scars, being flogged and burned.  Those
scars were very distinct on Johnny's yellow skin.  He lost his left little
finger, and Joey knew that it was a sign of being prisoned in the Linbus
Jail, the most notorious jail in Africa.  His two little nipples were
burned to be deformed, almost being flattened.  Joey walked to the back of
Johnny.  Johnny's back was also full of scars, but his ass was quite clear.
Joey knew why they left Johnny's ass clean.  He squatted to observe
Johnny's ass.  He knew that during these days Johnny must have been raped
uncountable times, because Johnny was being raped by the commander when he
and his soldiers sneaked into this Linbus Jail and broke into the
commander's room.

Joey could never forget the scene.  He peeked at the room from the window
and saw that Johnny was totally nude, with his hands handcuffed to the
corner of the bed.  His knees were up by his shoulder.  The commander was
nude too, penetrating Johnny violently with a sinister smile.  Johnny just
put on a poker face like now, without crying, screaming, or showing any
desire to call for help.  He could even not see any emotion in Johnny's
eye.

Finally Joey ran into the commander's room, kicked the commander off the
bed, and shot his head.  Johnny still looked very calm, not crying or
screaming.  His little penis laid on his body.  Joey took off his jacket,
and covered it on Johnny's body.

"Find the handcuff's key." Joey said.

They searched the whole room, but failed to find any key.  Joey took out a
small handgun, aimed to the handcuff's lock, and fired.  The handcuff was
opened.  Joey watched Johnny's wrists.  He seemed to wear the handcuff for
a long time.

Johnny stood up, and looked at Joey.  Joey asked: "Where is your clothes?
Put them on."

Johnny took a cloth from the ground, with a hole on it.  He put his head
into the hole. Then he put another shorts on, then took a rope to tie on
his waist to avoid the shorts sliding down.

"Why is this boy here?"  A soldier asked curiously while watching Johnny's
action.

Joey watched Johnny for a while.  "I think I know who he is." finally said
Joey.  "Take him out of the room, but don't put him together with those
prisoners.  I'll take care of him later."

Joey returned back to reality, and looked again at Johnny's eyes.  There
was no any messages in his eyes.  Joey could not tell if Johnny was afraid
or not, or even if he was planning something else.  So marvelous a boy,
Joey thought.

However, Johnny's face made Joey thought of another boy.  Ming, the boy who
lost his life for Joey, the boy who died in Joey's arm.  Joey's heart
started to bleed.

After a while, Joey sat back to the chair, and broke the silence.

"There were some clothes on the table, " said Joey.  "I just got them from
another village nearby.  It might be still a bit larger for you, but should
be a lot better than what you wear now.  Put them on."

Johnny's eyes now contains doubts.  He started to suspect what Joey
actually wanted.  Joey nodded to him.  Johnny turned back, and started to
put the shirt and shorts on.

"Still a bit too large, but much better. " said Joey.  "Come and sit here."

Johnny obeyed Joey's command, and sat on the chair Joey assigned.

"How do you feel now?" asked Joey.

Johnny didn't know how to answer this question, so he lowered his head and
kept silent.

Joey didn't give up.  "I know who you are."

No reaction from Johnny.

"Johnny, the genius sniper in Leer's anti-government army," said Joey.  "I
don't know how an Asian boy like you came to Leer, and how did you become a
sniper.  You started to attend the Leer's inner war since 5 years old.
Your guerrilla was famous, and won some battles amazingly.  You were
especially excellent, because you could use your advantage of having such a
small body to hide in a position a normal sniper could not hide, and you
had a great marksmanship.  You inflicted the government army heavily
several times, and they hated you very much.  You were then betrayed by
your fellow, right?"

Johnny raised his head, and watched Joey silently.  Joey saw Johnny's eyes
started to change.  He knew that it was not that calm in Johnny's heart.
He sat beside Johnny, and started to caress Johnny's back.

"After you were captured, your army was defeated.  Some of your fellows hid
in different villages, but still tried to rescue you.  The government did
not claim to capture you.  Little did we think that they prisoned you in
this jail."

Joey caressed Johnny softly.  Johnny felt that the wall in his heart was
started to break down.  He tried to keep his poker face.

"Here is not a concentration camp for captives.  It is actually a jail for
political prisoners and felons.  We all did not expect them to prison you
here..."  Joey reached out Johnny's left hand, caressed his cut-off little
fingers.  "It must be difficult for you these years...  you seemed to be
abused a lot..."

Johnny lowered his head, kept silent.

"Do you know Jack? " said Joey.  "We met once and he asked me to find where
you were prisoned."

Listening to Jack's name, the wall in Johnny's heart crashed.  He closed
his eyes, tried hard to control himself, but tears started to fall through
his face.

He was a kid after all, Joey thought.  He tried to hug Johnny, but Johnny
didn't move.  Joey gave up and stood up, left Johnny alone.

After several minutes, Joey poured a cup of water and gave it to Johnny.
Johnny raised his head.  Tears were still on his face, but he put on his
poker face again.  He watched Joey silently.

"Drink?" asked Joey.

Johnny shaked his head.

Joey shrugged. "All right.  I'll take care of you, and nobody will hurt you
anymore."

Johnny still watched Joey.  Joey saw another emotion in Johnny's eyes.
Johnny had not decided to trust me or not, Joey thought.


-- To be continued.