Ahmed's Cub

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Story Recap: Ahmed, a fit, Egyptian man of 24 years meets the boy of his dreams in Dylan who is newly 18. Dylan was in a deep depression over the tragic loss of his parents in a car accident. Dr. Colton Takada administers a procedure that relieves Dylan of his illness but also instills in him a deep desire and obedience for Ahmed.

Ahmed's Cub

Ch.4 - The Training

By Emri & Xelos

"Finish your lunch, boy," I said as Dylan was ignoring his sandwich and playing with the new phone. I put out my hand and he looked at me and pouted like I'd kicked him. He opened his mouth as if to argue but then sighed. He knew who his master was. He set the phone in my palm and began on his meal.

We'd spent a long morning in bed. His oral skills were refreshingly clumsy. He desperately wanted it but didn't know what to do with it. I couldn't blame him. I am well above average and my experienced clients have had trouble with it. He nearly choked himself trying desperately to get my seed. I had to grab his hair and guide him to a gentle rhythm. His soft, full lips wrapped around my pole felt incredible. His eyes watered as it stretched his mouth, opened his throat. It felt fucking incredible, but he would absolutely need training.

He knelt beside me with his ass up in the air. I grabbed it by the right cheek and dragged it over as he eagerly sucked my cock. That pretty, pink boycunt stared me down as I parted his cheeks. The sweet virgin hole winked at me and pulsed knowing its master was near. I rubbed it with my finger and Dylan pulled off my cock for just a moment to look back and see what felt so good.

"It's ok, boy. Daddy's got you... Feels good, doesn't it?" I growled.

"Fuck, daddy," he whimpered then dove back onto me. My tip pushed against his throat and he gagged again. I laughed, it was too cute. I lifted his right leg and pulled it to other side of me so that he straddled my face while he sucked my cock.

"So beautiful," I whispered then dove into that boyhole and pushed my tongue right through his ring. I licked forceful circles around the ring and heard my boy begin to moan in pleasure. He sat up in surprise, his hole pressing down against my tongue. He gripped my cock with both hands to steady himself as his body shuddered in pleasure. I knew damn well he'd never felt this good in his life.

"Oh shit that's so... fuck!" He groaned. He pumped my shaft as he squatted over me and arched his back. I buried my face between his cheeks while he bounced on my tongue. I reached up and twisted his boytits until he cried out again.

"Oh fuck, daddy! That feels so good," he laughed like he couldn't quite process the feeling. I let go of his nipples and he fell forward and went back to slurping my cock while he moaned happily. His tongue rubbed my shaft and I knew I wouldn't last long. I'd breed him soon enough, but we'd both been waiting for this since he woke up from the procedure.

Dylan exploded first. I ran my finger up his shaft while I licked out my new favorite hole. That was all it took. He started pulsing and shooting cum over me. He didn't even stop sucking on my cock while he came. He just wailed with his mouth full as his body twisted and writhed over me.

He spewed thick shots of his hot boyspunk like an erupting volcano intent on wrecking the island of my stomach. His lava-like cum flooded my abs and ran down my sides like an iced cake. I kept right on flicking my tongue over his prostate while he flipped around like a helpless fish in a boat. He pumped my shaft and eagerly slurped on my cock until it was ready to give him the juice he craved.

I fired off without warning. He made a surprised yelp as I flooded his mouth with my seed. He kept right on pumping me, sucking out every ounce I could give him. I groaned and pressed on his ring as my tongue licked circles inside him. I remembered what Dr. Takada had said about him needing my seed inside him. Dylan grunted low and happy as he sucked down everything I had to offer.

"Fuck, baby boy. So good," I said when I slipped my tongue from his hole. I laid back against the pillow and gave his bouncing boybutt a few playful smacks. Dylan turned to look at me with a wide grin outlined with the seed he hadn't kept up with. He traced his tongue around his lips and quickly guzzled it.

"Thank you, daddy," he said. I reached up and grabbed his hair then turned him around on me and pulled him to face me.

"You're happy boy? You liked that, didn't you?" I asked. Dylan nodded with a dopey grin.

"So lit, daddy. Can we go again? Please? I'm still hard." He pressed his cock against my thigh. I pulled him up my chest for a kiss.

"Later, my angel. We should clean up and have the doctor check you." I wrapped my arms around him and pressed him against my chest until I could feel his heartbeat pounding on my skin.

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"Clean your plate, boy." I noticed Dylan slowing down on his lunch.

"I'm full... I mean... Yes, sir." He corrected himself quickly then reluctantly poked at the simple carrot sticks on his plate while I turned my attention back to Dr. Takada.

"I think you two will be ready to leave by next week! Dylan is already gaining strength and showing less fatigue. The flight to Riyadh has private seats and he can sleep most of the flight. I already have established a contact who assures me he can bring in the clients. Watching the video of Dylan's procedure along with his pre and post-procedure clips are really building interest like I've never seen. There are already three sheikhs who are eager to meet you two!" Dr. Takada glowed.

"I'd still like to think it over. Is one thing to make a video of him, but another to take him out of the country for presentation. I know many Saudis. There is a blur of line between a guest and a prisoner," I said. The kingdom was not somewhere I could guarantee Dylan's safety.

"Andy Jumassi is a friend we have known for many years who is deeply ingrained in the Saudi Oil market. He knows we do good work. His boy has been faithfully at his side for ten years now, but of course he couldn't openly share that with others. Having a pair like you and Dylan would let him share what we do without exposing what he went through to gain the loyalty of his longtime personal secretary." He emphasized the words personal and secretary to show me that this is how he introduced his boy.

It made sense. Exposing what he had done or even that his "personal secretary" was more than an employee would give others advantage over him and put him at the fringes of Saudi business culture. As Dr. Takada had explained, his clients were powerful men who depended on strict discretion.

"And what about my boy's exposure? What is the plan for his security?" I was feeling unsettled about the whole thing.

Dylan ignored us and stared at the paused game on his phone as he reluctantly shoved carrots into his mouth. He looked longingly at the game but wouldn't disobey his master. He gagged from the wad of carrots he'd tried to shove in. I would have to work on his reflex.

"I understand your concern. I will be there and Andy is hiring a security team backed by Sheikh Zayed, a personal friend of the Saudi prince. His security team is world-class. If anything happens to Dylan they will pay with their lives," Dr. Takada assured.

"I've heard of him! He is powerful. He will be there?" I reached and pulled Dylan's hand from his face before he could choke on the fistful of carrots he was planning on downing. Dylan blushed a little and looked at me with guilt. He set down the carrots and just took one.

"He is putting us in his best resort! A private peninsula on the Red Sea with a beach! It is well guarded" He said.

"That is close to Egypt! I have been to the Sinai but not the Saudi side of the sea!" I felt my heart pound at the thought of being near home.

"Yes! You can take Dylan there if you like. I can book a few extra days if you want to see your family in Cairo." He made it sound like an easy task. I wasn't sure how I would explain Dylan or even my presence to my mother.

"I will have much to explain," I noted. Dr. Takada smiled and opened a leather portfolio.

"You are working on a research project for me. Takada Industries. You are our newest research fellow from our partnership with the university. It could turn into a full time job that pays very handsomely. Your parents would be proud!" He showed me a security badge with my picture on it and some paperwork for my employment.

"And Dylan?" I asked. I looked over at the boy who quickly shoved the last two carrots into his mouth and then looked at me with pride like he'd just done a trick. I nodded and pushed his phone towards him. He thanked me with a mouth full of carrot mush and went back to his game.

"Dylan is an orphan. They can google him and see that pretty quickly. Would they not be proud of you for stepping in to provide him with a home? Or perhaps he is my orphan, the boss's son who tagged along with you to stay out of trouble. I can't think of everything for you, Ahmed. Use your imagination a little!" Dr. Takada laughed.

"Ok... When do we leave?" I asked. I was hesitant but knew this could mean a solid future for me and my boy. I reached over and pet Dylan's hair. He slid closer to me and pushed his head under my arm without taking his eyes off his phone. I hugged him into my side and kissed the top of his hair.

"Saturday. The boy will need a few more days. You can settle things with his aunt. We'll take him tomorrow for new clothes. He should have a few suits for dinners. I'll arrange things. Oh and I took care of your classes. Here is the info. Just log in to that site and you and Dylan can complete the work together." Dr. Takada handed me a slip of paper with usernames, passwords, and the site to the college's online courses.

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"I can do it. I used to bench press twice this much," Dylan said with a red face and angry blue eyes as he struggled to lift the bar above his chest. He had immediately started on the weight bench and was trying to do too much.

"I know, my angel, but you have no lift in months! Your muscles must start easy with bench press and the other weights. You are recovering, be gente," I sighed. I felt awful for him as he sat up on the weight bench and stared angrily at himself in the mirror.

He'd tried to put 20 pound weights on each side of the bar but then took them off when he couldn't lift it. He'd been further humiliated when he could barely get the bar up and I had to help him ease it back onto the hooks.

"The bar alone is 45 pounds! You need start with trainer bar and build up." I sat next to him and rubbed his back in support. He fumed at his image in the mirror. He had his shirt off and was wearing a pair of running shorts Dr. Takada had given him.

"I used to bench 60 or 70 with no problem! Even when I started lifting in 8th grade I could get the bar up! I was always ahead of my friends! This is fucked," Dylan balled his fists like he was ready to fight. I straddled the bench behind him and pulled him back against my chest. I put my lips to his neck and kissed softly. I rubbed my hands down his arms and then un-clenched his fists.

"You must be kind to yourself. You recover from great sorrow and a procedure that takes your energy. We will get you back to healthy quick. We must begin small or you will injure yourself and I do not wish this perfect body to be damage," I whispered into his ear and then nibbled on it. He relaxed in my hold and nodded his head in understanding.

"Yes, daddy," he sighed. "You're right... ok... trainer bar." He lifted off the bench and I patted his bottom. He went to get the lighter bar from behind the weights. He brought it back to me and I got up so he could lie down. I helped him through a few reps and then he pretended to spot me while I did mine. Dr. Takada had a great home gym that looked like it hadn't been used much. It was nice to workout with my boy without worrying about curious eyes. As much as I enjoyed being ogled at Beverly Palms by the wealthy elite, I didn't want that for my boy.

We worked through my easy routine of sit-ups, push-ups, burpees, squats, and other things Dylan would need to get back on track. I wound us down with an easy yoga and breathing exercise. Dylan enjoyed laying on the cool mat next to me.

He scooted over until our heads touched as I was breathing with my eyes closed. I felt his lips on my cheek and then his tongue as he lapped at my sweat. I remembered what Dr. Takada had said about Dylan's constant cravings for my seed, my sweat, my saliva, or whatever I had to offer him. I laughed and nudged him away when he got to my forehead.

"Enough. We will nap before dinner and then watch the film Dr. Takada has for us." I sat up and looked at my boy sucking the sweat he'd collected on his tongue. His eyes closed and his lips curled into a peaceful smile. I pulled him up to his feet and took him off to the shower.

By the time we made it out of the shower he was yawning heavily. His big, blue eyes fought valiantly to stay open, but I knew he was losing the war. He pulled on a pair of briefs and got the waistband tangled. I helped him fix it.

I rubbed the towel over his hair then pushed him gently towards the bed. He stumbled a little then fell onto it with a happy sigh. He hugged the pillow and watched me step into my sleep shorts and adjust my cock. He licked his lips then yawned again. I slid under the comforter and pulled him over to my chest.

He put his head on my chest and dozed off pretty quickly. I hugged him tight with one arm around his back holding his ass and the other rubbing his back. He slept so peacefully in my arms. I never imagined loving someone so much.

With him in my arms I could see a future for us. I'd train him and bulk him up to what he was before his loss, my all-American angel boy. I'd get us a house like this one and he would learn how to take care of it. I'd do research with Dr. Takada and come home to a nice meal and playtime with my Dylan.

I never imagined holding a boy could feel this good. He was so beautiful, so perfect, fit so nicely in my arms. It felt so satisfying to be his daddy, knowing he was mine completely. I hugged him tightly and felt that protective lion roar inside my chest. I finally had something worth protecting. I would always keep him safe.

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"Ahh woah," Dylan said. I blinked my eyes open and realized I'd fallen asleep. He was sitting up in the bed and rubbing his arms. "Ouch."

"Is ok, my angel. You do too much. Let me fix for you." I sat up behind him and rubbed his shoulders. He melted in my arms as I massaged them. I worked my way down his arms. He groaned when I got to his biceps.

"Aww yeah. That feels better," he exhaled. I kept rubbing him but then stopped when I noticed stacks of clothes on top of the dresser. They hadn't been there before and I was getting annoyed at whoever was sneaking in as we slept or showered and leaving things for us. We had only packed for two nights so it was needed, but I didn't like the invasion of our private space.

"Why they do this?" I mused aloud as I got out of bed and went over to look.

"Pretty lit, huh? Like clothes just magically appear when we need them. And our dirty ones are gone! This place is magic!" Dylan noted happily. He crawled to the edge of the bed to look as I picked them up.

"This must be me," I said and held up a fresh pair of black boxer briefs with a gold band. I started to push off my shorts, but Dylan stopped me.

"Dance a little!" he demanded. He sat back on his heels to watch.

"I am no stripper for you." I rolled my eyes, but inside I swelled with pride at that look of adoration in his eyes.

"Well not with that attitude!" he joked. I pushed off my shorts then grabbed my cock and wagged it at him as I stepped out of them. His eyes doubled in size and his mouth fell open.

"Can we go again?" Dylan wagged his eyebrows.

"We are expected soon for dinner. We must prepare for our trip. I know Dr. Takada has parts for you to learn. You want to help others as he helped you, yes?" I asked him and watched his face lower in disappointment. He nodded.

"Yes, sir," he sighed.He got up and came over to look at his pile of clothes. He really did believe what we were doing here could help other people going through the pain of loss or trauma that he felt. Indeed it could, but Dr. Takada had much more profitable uses.

"Oof! What dis?" Dylan gaped as he rummaged through his stack of clothes. He pulled out a slinky floss of pink underwear. It had a pouch in front and thin straps for his waist and another that would snuggle into his ass.

"I believe that is for your underzone," I laughed. I should have felt creeped out knowing Dr. Takada would want my boy dressed in that, but just seeing him hold it up next to his oversized, angelic blue eyes had me wanting to see him in it.

"Should I? Why is it pink? It's weird, right? I mean it's like a girl thing." Dylan blushed and recoiled, but then added, "Unless you like it."

"It might be new adventure," I offered. He looked unconvinced, but then pushed off his briefs and tried to step into it. I helped him straighten it around his thin waist and adjust it between his cheeks. He yelped when I tugged on it and the string pressed in against his boyhole. It was too adorable to not laugh. He looked at me with helpless eyes. He wanted so badly to please me.

"It looks nice. It shows your boybutt proudly." I gave the front pouch a squeeze of approval. His cock sprang to life and his blush disappeared. His eyes flared in hope that I wanted to play.

"You like it, daddy? It's hot?" he asked. When I nodded, he beamed proudly. He turned his ass towards me, trying to lure me into playtime. I shook my head though and reminded him we had things to do.

He pulled on a pair of tight black jeans and a white tank top with a pink rubberized stripe across the chest. The tight clothes made his already thin frame look even smaller. My boy needed a lot of training to get back to his baseball bulk. He put on a black zip-up hoodie then put up the hood to find it had pointy white cat ears on top. He looked at himself in the mirror then furrowed his brow. He did not approve.

"I look so eboy." he scowled. He pushed the cat-eared hood off his head.

"What does this mean?" I asked. Dylan had a lot of strange words since his procedure. It was like a secret, annoying vocabulary was hiding under the veneer we'd removed.

"You know like... like these clothes... like I'm trying to be female..." he trailed off and looked at my face in the mirror as if searching for my guidance.

"We will buy you more appropriate clothes before we travel. You are my boy and I want you to dress as yourself," I assured him. I came up behind him and slid my arms around his waist. His lips curled into a smile as he watched us in the mirror.

"Thank you, sir," he said as I put my chin on his shoulder. He leaned his head over and rubbed his cheek against mine. He felt so good in my arms. It always flooded me with warmth to hold him. I kissed his cheek then pulled up his hood over his head. He laughed.

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After dinner we gathered in the living room with Dr. Takada and his husband. Dylan came to sit beside me on the couch and I slid him onto my lap. He settled into my arms as Dr. Takada turned on a giant screen on the wall.

"This is just what we have so far, but my media guy is putting together a killer presentation!" He told us as the screen started to load.

"Hey! That's me!" Dylan pointed excitedly as home video of a high school baseball game appeared. There was a boy at the bat in a blue jersey and tight white pants with long blue socks. He squared up at homeplate and gripped his bat.

"Oh this is when I... Watch!" Dylan yelled and put his arms together in front of him like he was ready to swing as he did on the screen. The pitcher tossed the ball and Dylan swung in unison to tv Dylan. There was a loud crack then a roar from the crowd as the ball sailed away.

"Yes! That's my boy!" A man's voice cried from behind the camera.

"That's my dad's voice!" Dylan said with surprise. His voice cracked a little as he repeated, "That's my dad's voice."

The camera view jumped as Dylan's dad must have been moving excitedly as he followed the view of Dylan running the bases. I felt the tension in my boy as he watched. I hugged him tightly and he leaned back against my chest.

"It's ok, boy. Daddy's got you," I assured him. I rubbed my hand up under his shirt to feel his stomach. He settled in my arms as we watched. A narrator began to talk over several happy scenes from Dylan's teen years before his parents passed. He told how happy and strong Dylan had been. He showed pictures of my boy with the girlfriend he had been dating. He showed pictures of family trips and school dances, baseball wins and pictures of Dylan with his friends.

It stopped suddenly and jumped to a few minutes of a newscast where they talked about the wreck that had taken his parents away. I hugged my boy extra tight as he went silent and sniffled. I kissed his neck and rubbed his stomach. He put his hand over mine, looking away from the screen when it got too tough.

"This is not good for him to see," I said, getting suddenly upset with Dr. Takada for making him watch this. The video started to show some of Dylan's weepy therapy sessions. It showed the full breadth of his emotional turmoil.

"It is important for Dylan to see the procedure and changes. He needs to know just how much good he will do in helping others. He is a hero for helping raise awareness of the procedure that changed his life. RIght, Dylan? You want to help other people, don't you?" Dr. Takada asked.

"I do," Dylan sniffled. He wasn't crying. He was calmed by my hold, even with the onslaught of scenes he was watching. "I want to help people."

"You will help many! Here comes the procedure!" Dr. Takada nodded happily.

The video went into a lot of science charts explaining what was happening without giving away the technology he had helped create. We watched Dylan snuggling my sweatshirt and sleeping peacefully in the chair while brain scans showed the changes in his thinking patterns. The narrator explained the transition and soon enough we saw Dylan laughing at the show on his tablet. He showed us cuddling and then playing catch in the backyard.

It stopped on a picture of absolute joy as Dylan laughed and caught the ball. It zoomed in to show his angelic eyes beaming proudly.

"That's all we have so far. We will have the complete video ready for the presentations and they will love to see how Dylan is now!" Dr Takada looked so excited to show him off.

"Do you want to do that, Dylan? We will travel to Saudi Arabia to show off your progress," Dr. Takada asked in a voice that sounded like he was talking to a puppy.

"Sure, totes, chill." Dylan nodded. He had been through a mini roller coaster of emotions and I could tell he was eager to get back to the bedroom. He yawned and looked at me. He was ready to go.

"Yes, we will be ready to go," I said cautiously. I wasn't sure about this, but we had little choice.

"Good! You two get to bed. Dylan still needs about 14 hours of sleep, but he should be better when we leave. You will love the resort! It has a private beach and waterpark with huge slides. I'll make sure you get some fun time every day," Dr. Takada told Dylan.

"Waterpark! Hellz yah!" Dylan yelled then yawned again. I nudged him off my lap and then stood and took his hand. He squeezed mine as we walked to the bedroom.

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The next morning I woke before Dylan. I only needed eight hours but my boy was completely passed out. I slid him off my chest and then replaced my warmth with the pillow I'd used. The boy hugged it and made a little sigh of contentment.

I dressed and went out to find Dr. Takada working on his laptop in the sun-filled breakfast room overlooking the expansive back gardens. He had the help bring me coffee and a plate of food. It was a typical Arab breakfast; an egg with potatoes, pita, and hummus. I thanked the chef and dug in as Dr. Takada showed me the trip details on his computer.

"Our suite will be here and attached to the two biggest guests, royalty from Satra and Al-Mirzin. Their security is joining together to lock down the whole wing. No one gets in or out without being scanned, both fingerprints and eyes. I've already uploaded the data for all of us along with the passports and information," he explained.

"You have Dylan's passport?" I asked.

"Yes! I had it retrieved yesterday from his aunt. It was quite simple. An assistant went and said they were from the college and a lot of paperwork had been lost in a data dump that was quite embarrassing and needed to be kept quiet. The college was paying a thousand dollars to each family to get new copies of important documents. She took the cash and handed over every document she had for Dylan. She barely asked any questions once she saw the money," Dr. Takada shrugged.

"Remarkable," I said and shook my head. I would never be so careless with my boy. Dr. Takada handed me a large envelope from his bag. Sure enough it held Dylan's birth certificate, social security card, passport, everything. Although his aunt had taken him in after his parents' demise, she did not seem too concerned with my boy's care. I would never treat him like this.

I finished breakfast and then accompanied Dr. Takada to his laboratory. I wanted to immerse myself in his research and understand the procedure that had saved my boy. He showed me the original program with a side-by-side comparing the algorithms he'd updated and reworked.

"You have special talents? Did you add any to my Dylan?" I looked through the menu. It had every language on earth, art and music skills, athletic aptitude.

"I focused on his depression and obedience. We used to do them all together, but found things could get muddy. We still have a few maintenance procedures with him. I can add something if you like. Arabic fluency perhaps?" he asked.

"No, you are right. It is best to leave him pure. I do not wish that my boy is erased entirely. I just want him happy!" I meant it too. I loved Dylan as he was. I didn't want him turning into a genius robot boy. He would develop his natural skills and grow into a man I could be proud of.

"As you wish. I learned Spanish and Japanese in the procedures I went through. I also inputted the research and development files Dr. Kimura saved throughout his career. It helps me not repeat his mistakes." Dr. Takada shrugged.

We spent the rest of the morning looking through code and the mechanics of the procedure. I got to see the confidential video files of past clients along with their report files. I had access to two decades of clients.

There was a world-class cricket player from Kenya with the deepest brown eyes who had been a troubled youth sentenced to life before he mysteriously disappeared. He resurfaced as Barasa Chege; a boy with no history adopted by one of the country's richest families. He later won a silver medal in the Tokyo Olympics. A google search showed minimal information about his private life behind the compound walls with the family he had never left.

Nami Kim, a boy from a factory town in South Korea had the procedure five years ago. He had been an unremarkable youth destined to work at the same tech plant his parents toiled in daily. He'd caught the eye of an investor, Henry Cantor, from Berlin and was lured in by an art scholarship though he had little talent. Dr. Takada had given him incredible drawing skills along with his newfound obedience and cravings for Mr. Cantor.

The files went on and on with different variations of the same story. The boys were all beautiful. Some were thin and graceful, others were tall and muscular. The men ran the gamut from young and handsome to out of shape and well past their prime. Some of the couple pairings looked downright ridiculous, but the boys all smiled and looked at their patrons like they were chiseled in gold.

I wondered if they were happier like that. Was it nicer to have a pre-planned future filled with happy thoughts and a sunny outlook? None of them had been stolen from promising career paths, and all of the patrons were more than equipped to provide a lifetime of wealth and finer things.

Not all of the boys had been so innocent either. Some of the boys had found their patrons on their own. They had sought out older men who could give them the kind of life they wanted. The older men had used the procedure as a way of sealing things, making them more fair.

Jiao-ling Cheng had moved to Shanghai when he was 17 and quickly developed a network of older men to provide for a luxurious lifestyle. He had four of them on the hook while he spent his nights at the best parties and clubs in the city. He had a system with his patrons until he got arrested. Once his face hit the news, his men disappeared.

Jiao-ling was about to board a bus back home when Dr. Takada reached out to him with a proposition. Within a month he was living in Barcelona with the love of his post-procedure life, Juan Pedro Castillo, owner of successful businesses across the Iberian peninsula. He had known what he was getting into and readily agreed to it rather than return to his family.

"Pretty interesting stuff, isn't it?" Dr. Takada said as he came up behind me.

"Is hard to believe the way their lives changed." I noted. Each boy's life had taken a dramatic turn.

"They would have been wasted, withered away in poverty, factories, low-skilled labor, or prisons. How many beautiful, perfect bodies do we let the world grind to a pulp, lock up, or beat down? These boys got lives they never could have dreamed about. They never have to worry." He shook his head like there should be a statue in his honor somewhere.

"Dylan would have gone that way. He was so troubled. He was nowhere near recovery." I sighed thinking of the nights I'd watched my boy crying alone in his bedroom.

"Well no more. He has a bright future ahead of him. It's nearly time to wake him. After his workout I want to film a few scenes today for the documentary." Dr. Takada picked up a tablet and swiped through some files.

"Scenes? We need more?" I asked. Dylan had bared every emotion in the scenes I'd watched.

"We need to show his obedience. It'll be mild, don't worry. I just want to show the absolute control you have over him. Luckily the cameras captured when you had him pee on the garden. That was gold and so natural! This will be a basic sequence of commands. Silly things but they will show his affection and unquestioning obedience." Dr. Takada smiled.

"He is helpless to say no to me! Is strange. He is so beautiful and yet begs for me," I noted.

"It's perfect. He comes across as a typical straight teenage boy, but then bends to your every wish like a lovesick puppy. AND It's authentic! No one will question it, especially with him there in person. It's not fake, not acted, not a scheming gold digging street boy. The way he looks at you makes it clear. It's perfect!" Dr. Takada patted my shoulder.

He was right. Anyone who saw my Dylan would fall for him. They'll be moved by his story, touched by his recovery. They will see what is mine and want it for themselves. For some strange reason that thought excited me. Knowing wealthy and powerful men would want what was mine made my chest swell with pride. I would need to ensure the security has a tight grip on him. My boy will be safe.

"I'll get him ready! The light is perfect today. We do this on the back garden!" I rushed off to wake my boy. I was ready to make magic.

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