Date: Mon, 12 Oct 2009 08:41:43 +0800
From: Pedrick Oman <pedoman1975@gmail.com>
Subject: Story Submission - The Captive Boy, Chapter 9

Foreword: This story was a pure fiction.  It was an important story for me,
because I started to develop the main story line when I was about 10 years
old, and had been evolving in my mind for more than 20 years.  Now, in my
middle 30s, I finally wrote it down, and 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.

I received some feedbacks.  I'm really happy to know that you enjoyed this
story.  Most of you also told me that my English was not THAT bad.  I do
appreciate your encouragement. :-) Special thanks to Matt, who helped me a
lot proofreading and giving me many great suggestions.

-- pedoman <pedoman1975@gmail.com>



The Captive Boy - Chapter 9



"You liked that?"  Joey was very surprised.

Tears continued dropping down Johnny's face.  "It hurt... and I
hate... hate those people... but... but when they... fucked me... I found
that... I liked it..."

Joey could not say anything.

"I... I'm afraid... to see Jack... "

"Afraid?  Afraid of what?"

"I'm afraid he'll... not accept me... because I've become... so dirty..."

In that moment, Joey understood many things.  That would explain why Johnny
became so silent; why Johnny had said, "Forget it," when he promised to
find Johnny's fellows; why Johnny's eyes contained fear when talking about
his fellows; and even why Johnny liked it when Joey and Johnny would fondle
each other, but Johnny still didn't want to be fucked.

Originally, Joey thought that it was just because of Johnny's bitterly
painful experiences in the Linbus Jail, but now he understood that he was
totally wrong.  Joey never considered that, under Johnny's poker face,
there were so many complicated feelings and emotions: hatred, tiredness,
and sense of guilt when finding that he liked to be fucked.  Joey couldn't
believe that Johnny had hidden his guilt for such a long time...

Johnny's emotions were taking over his small body, making him shake
uncontrollably.  His hands covered his face and he pulled his body up into
a fetal position, tight and resistant to any contact.

Joey was practically in tears when he saw Johnny react.  He gently stroked
the youngster on his shoulders. Then he moved his hand to the small of
Johnny's back.  His hand touched Johnny's bare back, feeling the cool skin
beneath his fingers.  As Johnny felt Joey's warmth on his back, he began to
relax and straighten out just a little.  Soon, he had quieted down and his
shaking had stopped.  He looked up at Joey who held out his arms with
tearful eyes.  Johnny moved closer to the young man who scooped him into
his arms, hugging him to his breast, nestling him into his lap.

"You little fool," said Joey tenderly.  "You are as pure and clean as an
angel.  You just didn't realize that."

Johnny was still sobbing.  Joey raised Johnny's head, and wiped away the
tears that were streaming down his face.

"Listen to me," said Joey.  "Ann raped you, but you still saved his life.
Who can say you are dirty?"

Johnny watched Joey with tearful eyes.  Joey continued to caress him.

"Don't be so harsh on yourself.  You are the most lovely, purest, and also
the bravest boy I've ever seen.  You are NOT dirty at all," Joey emphasized
his words.  "On the contrary, those people, including Ann and George, they
are actually the dirty people."

Joey waited for a moment, then continued.

"Also, it's not dirty to like that feeling.  You just didn't meet the right
person.  It's wonderful to do those things with a person you love and who
loves you."

Johnny started to calm down.

Joey asked quietly, "Do you like me?"

Johnny nodded.

"Do you like to fondle with me beside the rivers and lakes?"

Johnny nodded again.

"Why?"

Johnny didn't know how to answer this question, so he shook his head.

"Because you like me, and I like you, right?" said Joey.  "Just imagine.
If you were with those people who raped you in the jail, would you like to
fondle with them?"

Johnny shook his head again.

"So that's it," smiled Joey.  "It's not dirty at all to like those
feelings.  Actually, it is very wonderful to do those things with a person
you like.  Understand?"

Johnny closed his eyes and thought about Joey's words.  Joey watched
Johnny's face.  Now Johnny was no longer the genius sniper who had such an
incredible childhood, but became a small uneasy boy who needed to be
comforted and helped.

"You are not dirty at all, my little angel," Joey said, cuddling Johnny
like he was just an infant.  "It is really wonderful to hug you and have
you hug me, and to touch you like this.  Our own bodies won't lie to us.
Look."

Johnny felt a hard thing touching his own bottom.  He raised his head, and
laughed tearfully.

"You are really like an angel when laughing," said Joey.  "Let me check my
little guy first."

Joey took off his own pants, and released his erect penis.  He lay down
with Johnny in the nude, and kissed Johnny again.  "Don't be so harsh on
yourself, okay?  Have a good sleep.  I think we can go to the area
controlled by the anti-government army in a few days.  They will accept and
welcome you back, I'm sure.  I'm actually afraid that they won't let you go
with me..."


-- To be continued.