Date: Sat, 8 Jan 2000 01:15:15 -0500 (EST)
From: Sha Lim <sha@asia.com>
Subject: Chinese Comfort Boy, Part 4

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

Chinese Comfort Boy, Part 4

by Sha Lim


XII.

Standing at attention next to Ming I could smell the urine - my urine - as
it dried on his body and in his hair in the hot afternoon sun. After what
he had done for me on the running track, I felt awful that he was now
covered in my piss. Was this any kind of reward for his bravery and
selflessness? Furthermore, he still had to endure the punishment promised
by Corporal Yang, which loomed all the more menacingly because we could not
guess what it would be. I should have been standing in the awful shadow of
that threat. How would I ever be able to express my gratitude for what Ming
had done; and how could I make amends for pissing on him afterwards?

These thoughts were cut short by Corporal Yang ordering us to march over
to, and behind, one of the huts at the northern perimeter of the
Field. There we saw a large grassy area about 100 meters square. At one
edge stood a wooden table on which was piled many wooden bowls and two
large metal pots. This table, and another longer one which was flanked by
two long benches, were covered by a pergola which offered a cool shade.

A uniformed soldier wearing a white apron, who appeared to be a cook, was
supervising two naked boys. They were ladling food out of the pots into the
bowls and spreading them out on top of the smaller table. A queue of about
40 naked boys was just beginning to collect the steaming bowls, before they
carried their food away to find a spot on the grass.

Corporal Yang marched we four trainees to the front of the queue and
ordered us each to take one bowl. He then directed us over to a corner of
the grassy square and ordered us to place our bowls on the ground.

"As pigs", he said, "you will not eat at the table. That privilege is
reserved for horses only. Pigs and dogs must eat on the ground in the
open. Dogs may squat or sit on the ground and use chopsticks, but pigs must
eat straight out of the bowl with their mouths, while kneeling on all
fours." He pointed to a small knot of four or five other naked boys who had
placed their bowls on the ground, and were eating out of them like
animals. Their mouths were in their bowls and their bare arses pointed
skywards.

Looking around, I saw that some other boys were squatting on their haunches
while quickly attacking their food with chopsticks. These boys wore only a
loose-fitting black strip of leather around their necks. Noticing that I
was looking in their direction, Corporal Yang remarked, "Those boys are
dogs. You can tell they have achieved the grade of dog by the collars they
wear. You are not to eat like them until you have earned the privilege".

After all the boys in the queue had collected their bowls, I observed that
about ten boys were seated at the benches and long table under the shade of
the pergola. All these boys were naked except for a wide brown belt around
their waists. One of these boys was the red-haired gwei-lo who had helped
throw water over us after the run. He was the only non-Chinese among all
the boys. The two assistants of the cook were now serving these
brown-belted boys wooden bowls of food that came out of the hut, and not
from the pots on the smaller table which the 'pigs' and 'dogs' had used.

"Horses are permitted to sit at the table in the shade", remarked Corporal
Yang. "They eat the same food as us keepers, and are entitled to be served
by the other livestock. You can see that, like horses, they wear a leather
harness. Their harness is a reward for skilful and obedient service of the
highest order and a badge of trust. It is the highest item of clothing to
which you can aspire as a comfort boy, and you must obey any instructions a
horse may give to you."

As I scanned the grassy eating area, I noticed that all the other comfort
boys had what appeared to be a small mark or tattoo of some kind on their
upper left buttock.

Corporal Yang indicated that we trainees were to stand around a feeding
'pig' and observe him as he ate. "Watch how weng-pig eats", Corporal Yang
said. "You must learn the technique, as you will usually have no more than
ten minutes to eat your mid-day meal." The naked boy couldn't have been any
older than me. He had developed a skill with his lips and tongue that
enabled him to quickly pick up all the bits of food in the bowl. Corporal
Yang commented, "You will all develop these sorts of skills with your
mouth, both in order to eat and to better please the patrons".

I could also see that the boy gave his arse a wiggle as he ate, causing his
cock and balls to bounce around between his legs. Corporal Yang explained,
"Whenever a pig is feeding and a keeper or a horse approaches, it is
customary for the pig to give a little display of his wares. This is
because we find it amusing and because it reminds the pig of his position
in the order of things. It is not compulsory, but you will observe this
custom if you ever hope to advance to dog." Corporal Yang gave the boy a
gentle pat on his up-turned arse. "This is one of my favourites", he said
quietly as if to himself. This close to the boy I could see that the mark
on his buttock appeared to be a small scar, about two inches across,
crudely in the shape of a pig.

The eating boy was a very attractive lad, as were all the boys in their
different ways. Smooth and fair-skinned, his dancing cock and balls
provoked yet another full-scale erection from Sim who now seemed to be a
bit less embarrassed by his semi-permanent exhibition. I also felt my own
cock stirring, but I was too tired from my earlier orgasm and the run to
manage any outward display of arousal.

"Now, eat!" Corporal Yang commanded us. We returned to our bowls and
adopted the pig's eating position. "Concentrate on getting the food, and
don't worry about the wiggle just for now."

The bowl contained an ample quantity of cold rice with hot steamed
vegetables. There was also a small piece of cold boiled chicken meat. The
meal was better than most I had eaten in General Chiang's army, though I
had then eaten what was given with much more dignity.

As I knelt there on all fours, naked in the sun and eating my food like a
farm animal with Corporal Yang supervising, I found it hard to believe that
I had been a uniformed army officer only one day earlier. My cock twitched
and hardened just a little.

Right next to me was Cha, struggling like me to manage his meal. At one
point he used a hand to pick up a piece of food and pop it into his
mouth. Corporal Yang instantly whacked him across his arse, causing him to
yelp - more with surprise than pain - and fall forward onto his face in the
bowl. "Only dogs and horses may touch their food with their hands. When you
earn that privilege, you may do so. Until then, you must never handle your
food." Corporal Yang produced the leather strip which had earlier been
wrapped around the base of my cock and, reaching between Cha's legs,
roughly applied it in the same way to him.

"Further infringements will be much more seriously punished", Corporal Yang
said.

Shortly before I finished eating my food, I heard the uniformed cook call
out to Corporal Yang, "Any chance of a quick try-out with one of the new
pigs?"

"Sure", Corporal Yang called back. "Take your pick".

The cook strolled over, wiping his hands on his apron as he
approached. Most of the eating 'horses' and 'dogs' watched the cook's
progress with some interest, but did not look directly at him. Most of the
'pigs' remained focused on their bowls because of the position they were
required to adopt. The cook was short - shorter than almost all the
boys. He was about 45 years old, had the rough sunburnt features of a
peasant and was smoking a cigarette. I pretended to focus on my food but
watched the cook warily, and apprehensively, at the edge of my vision. He
walked around us a few times, closely inspecting the four new 'pigs', while
continuing to wipe his hands on his apron.

"A nice batch", the cook said at last.

"Not bad", Corporal Yang replied. "This one's a reasonable fuck for a
new-comer" he said pointing to me. "A tight sweet arse on him". Pointing to
Ming he said "This one is marked for tonight, so you can't have him
now". They both walked behind Sim, and Corporal Yang said, "This one seems
ready for something; the pig's almost always got a stiff little cock, but
his arse is untested. His name is sim-pig".

"Wiggle it for me, sim-pig", said the cook.

Sim paused eating for a moment and tried to look over his shoulder, but
Corporal Yang shot back sharply, "No-one said to look at us, pig-boy! Just
wiggle your arse like the keeper said!"

Sim looked back at his bowl and tried wiggling as instructed.

"He needs some practice", Corporal Yang said apologetically to the cook.

"That's OK", replied the cook. "He's got a nice clean-looking arse, perfect
little balls and his cock's almost hard already. Can I give him a spin?"

"He's all yours", replied Corporal Yang. "But their training recommences in
about twenty minutes".

"That's be more than I'll need", said the cook, undoing his apron. "I'm
horny enough to finish him in a couple of minutes".

"Here or inside?", inquired Corporal Yang.

"Right here, I think." Calling out to the table where the 'horses' were
just finishing their meals the cook said, "Angmor-horse, bring over some
cooking oil". 'Angmor' was a term I'd often heard in Hong Kong, meaning a
foreigner with red hair.

The naked 'harnessed' angmor boy leapt up from the table, darted inside the
hut, and re-emerged carrying a small metal pot. He trotted over to the
cook, undid the fly of his trousers, took out his erect cock, and applied a
handful of oil to it with several strokes. I can still smell the peanut
oil. Then the angmor went down on one knee and applied some oil to Sim's
arse, using his fingers to line part of Sim's insides. Sim hissed with
surprise.

The cook, still smoking his cigarette, kneeled behind Sim. The angmor
'horse'-boy, who seemed practised in this procedure, guided the cook's
glistening cock to the entrance of Sim's arse.

"Just relax, it'll be much easier" I heard the angmor boy whisper gently to
Sim in a heavy foreign accent.

Sim grunted an assent to the angmor's advice, but looked over at me with
pleading eyes. We both knew, however, there was nothing I could do. But I
was at that moment deeply moved that Sim sought help, however hopelessly,
from me. I knew then for sure that Sim was in love with me. All I could do
was give him an expression which I hoped he would interpret as
encouragement to bear with it and be brave.

With the assistance of the angmor boy's guiding hand, the cook slid into
Sim. From my position the cook's penis looked small - less than 5 inches
erect, which was a mercy for Sim. He gasped five or six times, and then
began a soft keening moan as the cook quickly and roughly fucked him. The
sun was hot, and the stress caused by losing his virginity in such a sudden
and unpredicted way caused Sim to break out in a heavy sweat as the cook
pumped him violently. After letting out a shout of pleasure, the cook
quickly withdrew from Sim's arse with a loud 'plop' caused by the cooking
oil. The cook's invasion of my poor Sim's body lasted less than two
minutes, but left Sim clearly shocked.

I remember feeling love and an intense sympathy for Sim at that very
moment. I wanted to tell him, then and there, that I had wanted to be the
first one to enter him and that I wanted it to be gentle and full of
tenderness. My eyes told him these things, and I think he understood.

After the cook had stood up again, the angmor boy said softly in Sim's ear
"Now you must clean him". The angmor was stroking Sim's sweaty back in a
gentle and reassuring manner.

Sim rose up onto his knees with obvious difficulty, and the cook came
around to stand in front of him. Evidently remembering that morning's
lesson involving Corporal Yang and me, Sim took the cook's softening penis
into his mouth and began sucking and licking it clean. Sim's own erection
had completely subsided.

When Sim had finished to the cook's satisfaction, the angmor boy did up the
man's trouser fly, stood with head bowed, and waited for any further
instructions.

Sim remained kneeling in front of the cook who was putting his white apron
back on.

"Finish your meal now, sim-pig", Corporal Yang said firmly. Sim resumed
eating on all fours.

"Thank you", said the cook to Corporal Yang, making the last adjustments to
his clothing. "Nice and tight, just the way I like them. I'll notch up
another virgin on my bunkroom wall - all thanks to you my understanding
friend."

"Just remember who lets you have them, alright cookie?"

The cook winked and leered at Corporal Yang before strolling back over to
his pots, the angmor-horse following closely behind carrying the pot of
cooking oil.

When it was clear that we four trainees had finished as much of our meals
as we could scoop out of the bowls with our unpractised mouths, Corporal
Yang ordered us to the front of a queue of boys at a large wooden barrel of
water. We had to wash our bowls and leave them in a pile on the
ground. Then we were shepherded to an adjacent water barrel and ordered to
wash our faces and hands. At this barrel Corporal Yang ordered Sim, who was
walking gingerly and had a little peanut oil running down the insides of
his legs, to clean his arse, legs and groin. Finally, at a third barrel we
were all ordered to drink water with the aid of wooden cups.

Corporal Yang then marched us back to the Field. Upon arriving we saw
Sergeant Bo waiting for us, standing in the shade of a tree. He was
accompanied by a huge, tough looking soldier.

"Sergeant Bo's got you for the rest of the afternoon", said Corporal
Yang. Then, in a voice loaded with sarcasm, he said "He will teach you
pig-boys some good manners.  After that, we all get some entertainment out
of you this evening".


TO BE CONTINUED.