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Subject: Ahmed's Cub - Ch. 04 Please remember to support to keep this site open for all! ------------------------------------- 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 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 mamak escort 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 ofise gelen escort 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 otele gelen escort 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. -- My Stories: https://sites.google/view/emri/ My Blog: pot/