Date: Wed, 22 Dec 1999 05:47:39 -0500 (EST)
From: Sha Lim <sha@asia.com>
Subject: Chinese Comfort Boy

This is a work in progress. The author welcomes feedback and comments.

Chinese Comfort Boy, Part 3

by Sha Lim


X.

As Corporal Yang withdrew his cock from me and let go his grip, I
overbalanced and stumbled forward onto my knees.

Sergeant Bo directed my three co-prisoners to line up at attention.

"Whenever you have been fucked by a patron", Sergeant Bo said in a
shoolmasterly tone, "you must clean up any mess. In his case [pointing to
me] this means the patron's body and the cum which has landed on the
floor. Firstly he will attend to his keeper."

Addressing me directly he said "Clean up Corporal Yang. You must do it with
your mouth unless the patron gives a different direction. Your master tells
me that you already have practice at this with his friend, Lieutenant
Solokov".

I walked on my knees over to Corporal Yang and proceeded to suck and lick
his genital area clean. Limp, his cock was about four inches long, and I
had some trouble sucking clean the thick mass of black hairs on his
balls. A few of them remained inside my mouth after I had finished. The
taste was awful, but I tried not to show any reaction.

"Now the floor", Sergeant Bo said.

I crawled over to the small puddle of my cum that had landed a few inches
from where my three naked comrades were now standing to attention and
observing me. I leaned forward and with two or three licks, lapped up the
now-cool cum. I can still remember its sour taste and my intense
humiliation in front of Sim, Cha and Ming. I also noticed that, once again,
Sim was sporting an erection and was watching me intently.

"How was that?" Sergeant Bo asked Corporal Yang.

"He didn't clean me properly", replied Corporal Yang. "Get back over here!"
he barked at me.

I crawled back over to Corporal Yang and, rising to my knees, looked up at
him waiting for an instruction. This clearly annoyed Corporal Yang: "You
already know that you are not to look directly at a keeper without
permission! That was your last warning."

"Sorry, sir", I stammered out.

"Now clean me properly".

"How do you mean, sir" I replied, looking at his bare feet.

"Under my foreskin, pig-boy."

I reached out to his limp cock with my hand in order to roll back his
foreskin, but he angrily slapped it aside. "Never clean a patron's cock or
balls with your hand unless invited to", he said. "Use your mouth only".

I took his limp cock into my mouth, forcing back his foreskin with my lips,
and then proceeded to lick his cockhead clean. The taste and smell were
instantly overpowering, and I retched involuntarily. At this, Corporal Yang
placed a foot on my chest and slowly pushed until I toppled over backwards,
landing flat on my back.

As I lay there naked and coughing on the floor Sergeant Bo said: "A comfort
boy must never do or say anything that might displease a patron. You must
learn to control yourselves. Even if you find a particular service
distasteful or repulsive you must not show it, unless the patron wishes you
to. Some patrons' tastes will require you to show, or pretend to show,
reluctance or resistance. You will be briefed whenever possible about those
patrons before you are sent to their service. But most will require you to
be eager for all kinds of sex and other services. Failure to please a
patron will result in punishment. Deliberate or wilful failures will be
most severely punished."

Sergeant Bo walked over and knelt beside me, producing a thin strip of
leather, about six inches long from his trouser pocket. He continued: "A
failure to exercise appropriate self-control will attract a somewhat lesser
punishment, but will still teach you a lesson. In the case of this pig-boy,
he failed to control himself. It is a first offence and you have only just
started your training, so the penalty is small. He will be punished by
wearing this until a keeper instructs otherwise."

In a deft movement, Sergeant Bo looped and tied the leather strip tightly
around the base of my cock. It felt uncomfortable, but not painful.

Addressing me directly, Sergeant Bo said: "You will not touch, that strap
until Corporal Yang or I tell you to. Before the day is out, you'll be
begging for its removal. Now get up and finish the job, pig-boy".

I scrambled back onto my knees and took Corporal Yang's cock once more into
my mouth. Though I felt like retching again, I somehow managed to control
myself, and cleaned the Corporal's cockhead with my tongue. When I had
done, Corporal Yang stepped back, withdrew his cock from my mouth and
proceeded to dress. His acrid taste clung stubbornly to my palate and
tongue.

"Now, on your feet boy and get in line with the other pigs", Sergeant Bo
ordered.

I fell in next to my three comrades, and noticed how the leather strap
caused my cock to protrude directly outwards, as though pointing like a
finger. I desperately hoped no-one else outside the hut would see me like
that. I also remember feeling more naked than at any time during my
life. Of course, I could not then know that this would prove to be a tiny
humiliation compared to that of which the SRU was capable.

Sergeant Bo continued: "You have all chosen to become comfort boys. This is
the beginning of a new life. You have freely surrendered your freedom, and
now your keepers have the task of re-making you in a way fit to serve the
people's cause. We will start by renaming you. There are grades among the
comfort boys, and the lowest grade is 'pig'. At the moment, you are all
pigs. From now on, you have no military ranks and no family names. To us,
to our patrons, and to each other you are to be known as ...", he paused to
consult a piece of paper he produced from his shirt pocket, "... sha-pig,
ming-pig, cha-pig and sim-pig".

Stuffing the paper back into his pocket he continued, "The next grade up is
'dog', and then finally 'horse'. Your material conditions will improve with
each upgrade. Downgrades, for disobedience or repeated failure to please
patrons, are also possible. Typically pigs such as yourselves will be made
available only to relatively junior leaders and to other personnel as a
reward for outstanding service. Horses are usually reserved for our most
senior cadres. Of course, a senior comrade can always request a dog or pig
if he wants one. But usually, they will prefer a very highly trained and
obedient comfort boy - a horse."

Sergeant Bo walked over to Ming and began masturbating his cock before
continuing: "As pigs there is no possibility of downgrading. If you prove
to be unsuitable even as a pig, you'll be shipped out to one of our regular
labour camps. So, you'd better learn to be comfort boys fast. A lot depends
on it."

Ming's cock seemed not to be responding to the attentions being given to
it. Sergeant Bo let go of it saying; "You will not always be expected to
get an erection when you are with a patron. But it will be difficult to
upgrade to dog if you can't erect at least most of the time, and it will
also be difficult to upgrade to horse unless you can erect almost every
time. Of course, a few comfort boys find it very hard to have an erection
with a male patron. These comfort boys usually lack any natural
inclination. They cannot be used by the small number of our patrons who
wish the comfort boy to fuck them, and so their usefulness to us is
slightly more limited. It is sometimes possible to compensate for this by
becoming especially creative and skilful in other facets of servicing the
patron's needs. One of our best horses almost never achieves an erection
with a male patron, and yet he is frequently sought after by a few of our
senior male cadres. In his case, what he lacks in his cock he more than
makes up for in other ways. He is a master craftsman with his arse, mouth
and hands. He can also provide the patrons with a highly professional
massage."

I recall thinking that I might be able to prosper as a comfort boy. I had
already discovered that part of me - a large part of me - responded
enthusiastically to the role. Sim also seemed comfortable with the prospect
of life as a comfort boy, at least so far. He had been conspicuously erect
both times he was paraded naked, and he seemed drawn to me in a number of
ways. About Cha, I was unsure as yet of his attitude. But I was certainly
aware that Ming had consented to remain in the SRU simply in order to
survive the war, and that he would tolerate the lot of a comfort boy in
order to achieve that end. I had the impression that he would freely endure
his training and duties, but that he was unlikely ever to take pleasure in
them. Part of me took heart, on Ming's behalf, at Sergeant Bo's
words. There was hope that even Ming could excel as a comfort boy, in his
own way, and be returned alive and in good health to his parents and family
in Fujian province at the war's end. I quickly prayed this would be the
case.

Sergeant Bo continued: "You will all learn the many arts of being a comfort
boy. I have already mentioned the three instruments you must learn to play
well - arse, mouth and hands. But just as important as the instruments,
there is presentation and attitude. Your instruction will also extend to
these things. Finally, part of your training will consist of the principal
ancillary services - cooking, laundry, dancing, serving tea, massage and
reading aloud. These and other ancillary services are sometimes required by
a patron before or after sex. Sometimes, but not often, a patron will want
one or more ancillary services from you instead of sex. As a general rule,
the older the patron the more likely he will be to want some ancillary
services performed with the sex, while the youngest ones will often be
content with a good fuck.  Whatever the patron wants, you must give
him. And you must do it eagerly and professionally."

Corporal Yang had by this time finished lacing up his boots, and Sergeant
Bo instructed him to take us to "the Field".

XI.

The four of us were marched out of the hut and into the brilliant, warm
sunshine. I caught my first real glimpse of the camp. The Field was the
grassy quadrangle, about the size of three soccer pitches, which I had
glimpsed the previous night. It was surrounded by wooden huts of various
sizes on all sides. Corporal Yang marched us four 'pigs' to the nearest
edge of the Field and had us stand to attention facing him. Judging by the
Sun's position, it was the Field's southern edge. I noticed a number of
other young naked prisoners. I guessed them to be more-established comfort
boys, looking at us from near the opposite northern perimeter of the field
while they carried various items between huts; buckets, pots, stretchers
and similar wares under the supervision of a uniformed PLA soldier. We were
also being watched by three soldiers standing near the eastern end of the
Field.

"Right, pigs ... " Corporal Yang barked, "now you will run for me. The last
one to complete ten laps of the Field will be punished. Go!" He pointed
indicating that we had to run clockwise around the Field on a dirt path
bordering the edge where the grass had been worn away by many feet before
us. We immediately took off. I did not want to be the one on the receiving
end of the fearsome Corporal Yang's punishment, and I knew my three
comrades felt exactly the same way.

The four of us started instinctively running as fast as we could. I
realised that in my whole life I had never run anywhere naked before. The
feeling of doing it with three other naked runners in an open place and
with an audience felt alien, but exhilarating.

As we passed the northern perimeter in a tight bunch, a group of ten or
twelve other naked comfort boys briefly paused in their labours to watch us
impassively. Then as we circled towards the eastern edge I could make out
the three uniformed observers I had noticed earlier. There was Captain
Bartek - our 'master' - his friend Lieutenant Solokov who had fucked me the
previous evening, and a late middle aged Chinese PLA officer I did not
recognise. They watched us with evident interest as we ran, still in a
tight bunch, past them back towards our starting point.

"The last one will regret!" Corporal Yang shouted as we flew by him.

By the time we passed Captain Bartek and his two companions a second time,
they were all seated in the shade of a hut on canvas chairs which had
evidently been produced by a naked boy who was now serving them drinks. It
seemed that they had settled in for the duration, and were enjoying the
contest which Corporal Yang had thrust upon us.

By the third lap, our bunch had broken up and we were strung out with a few
yards between each runner. Ming, being the tallest and most athletic, was
in the lead. He was followed by Cha, who also possessed a strong and mature
physique. Sim was next, and I was running last. Ming and Cha presented
really impressive figures from where I saw them.

Ming had the darkest skin of the four of us. Tall and broad-shouldered, he
shimmered with perspiration that caused his darkish smooth skin to shine
like gold. His strong bare muscular buttocks gave the impression that they
were driving his long legs like pistons. His back was richly muscled, no
doubt from labouring in the fields of Fujian. He was beautiful.

The hot sun was beginning to take its toll on all four of us, especially
the smaller and younger pair. As we began the sixth lap, the gap between
the lead pair and the tail pair had widened to about ten yards. I was
covered in sweat, was gasping for breath, and desperately needed water.

By the eighth lap Sim and Cha were a good fifteen yards in front of Sim and
me. By this stage, I was also beginning to understand the purpose of the
leather strap around the base of my cock. I realised that I would need to
take a piss some time after the run, but the leather tourniquet would
probably make that simple task impossible.

As he entered the final lap, Ming took a long look backwards at the field
behind him. He must have observed that he was still closely followed by
Cha, but that Sim and I were in no position to overtake him. Suddenly, he
slowed his pace right down. By the time he had reached the knot of working
comfort boys on the northern perimeter, Cha had overtaken him and
established an unbeatable lead. By the time Sim and I passed Captain Bartek
and his party for the last time, we both overtook Ming. Just as I overtook
him, Ming looked into my eyes and, panting raggedly, gasped "I'll take this
one Lieutenant - you go on".

I'm deeply ashamed to recall that I let Ming run last so that I could avoid
Corporal Yang's punishment. Looking back, it would have been more
honourable for me to order him to run ahead, or perhaps to have faked a
fall. But I was really afraid of Corporal Yang's unspecified threat, and I
did not want to find out what form it might take. I was also beginning to
feel that I was no longer an officer, stripped as I was of rank, name and
clothes. That Ming obviously did not see me that way makes me now even more
ashamed.

Cha finished the race first, followed some way back by Sim, then me,
closely followed by Ming. Sim and I collapsed onto the ground pouring with
sweat and gasping, while Cha was doubled over also struggling for breath in
painful gasps. Ming squatted on the ground trying to recover some strength
and his breath.

Corporal Yang's face looked like a volcano on the brink of eruption. "Stand
up ming-pig!" he screamed. Ming struggled to his feet, still
gasping. Corporal Yang delivered Ming a loud slap across his face, causing
Ming to stagger backwards a couple of paces. "Do you think I am an idiot?!"
Breathless, Ming could only shake his head. "You will be punished not only
for coming last, but also for deliberately frustrating a keeper's
intentions. You will not forget your punishment, that I can promise you".

Corporal Yang made a beckoning gesture towards one of the huts, and three
naked boys, each bearing two heavy buckets, came trotting over to our
group. Two of the boys were obviously Chinese, but one of them was a very
fair-skinned gwei-lo with red hair on his head and pubic area, and a
longish cock without foreskin. This boy wore a broad brown leather belt
around his waist, but was otherwise completely naked like his two Chinese
companions. They immediately threw a bucket of water over each of us four
runners. One bucket of water was placed on the ground with four metal mugs
floating in it, and the three boys trotted back behind the hut from which
they had emerged.

"Drink!", Corporal Yang commanded. We all staggered over to the bucket and
began greedily swallowing water in large gulps from the mugs. "More slowly,
or you'll be sick", he said.

Once we had drunk our fill Corporal Yang said, "You may piss into the
bucket if you need to". Cha and Ming went first, each simultaneously
letting out a long heavy stream of piss that splashed into the bucket's
remaining water. Sim and I followed. Although Sim copied the example set by
the older boys with a relieved sigh, the leather strap around my cock made
it impossible for me to pass any water. Suddenly, standing at the bucket, a
terrible pain attacked my bladder and cock and I let out a load grunt and
moan.

"What's the matter sha-pig, you embarrassed to piss in front of the other
pig-boys?" Corporal Yang's tone was thick with sarcasm.

"No sir, it's Sergeant Bo's strap .... permission to remove it sir - the
pain's really terrible and I've really got to piss badly, sir".

"Permission denied" was Corporal Yang's emphatic reply. Then after a few
seconds' pause while I stood at the bucket hoping pathetically for a
miracle, Corporal Yang said "You can't remove it, but ming-pig can do it
for you."

Corporal Yang grabbed the back of my neck and steered me over to where Ming
had resumed squatting and catching his breath. He made me stand so that my
leather-bound cock was level with Ming's face. "Untie his little pig-cock!"
Corporal Yang barked at Ming. Still squatting, Ming untied the leather
strap, taking deliberate care not to touch my cock or balls any more than
he had to. I felt a huge urge to piss right there, and began to turn back
to the bucket. But Corporal Yang held me facing Ming by placing a firm
guiding hand on my arse.

"Now, sha-pig ..." Corporal Yang said, "you may piss". For a second or two
I resisted, but biology over-ruled my will. I let out a long yellow stream
of piss which started by hitting Ming on the chest as he remained squatting
on the ground. Corporal Yang then took hold of my cock and directed my
powerful stream onto Ming, drenching his face and hair. Ming remained
squatting, but closed his eyes and held his breath.

When I had given up all my piss, Corporal Yang gave my cock a shake and
ordered the four of us to stand to attention in line facing him.

"You will all go for a little run every day around the Field. Ten laps,
just like today. How many extra laps you might have to run will depend on
the standard of your service. The daily run will help to keep you fit for
our patrons' pleasure and serve as a means of punishing very minor
infractions."

 "You will eat now, after which Sergeant Bo will give you further
instructions in your duties."

Looking directly at Ming he said, "Your punishment will occur tonight after
the evening meal. It will require a little organisation, but it will serve
to improve both your discipline and the efficiency of the SRU." Through his
teeth he said, "You will long remember the experience. You will never again
try to make a fool out of me or any other keeper".


TO BE CONTINUED