34. At the Malaysia
Larson was in bed waiting for Lek to finish in the shower. He had high expectations about Lek. The boy was giving off the most sensual vibes.
Larson thought about the events of the day. The New Larson had been a success, even if the leather pants were too warm to wear in the tropical heat. Bjorn had been unhappy, of course. Bjorn had always been the younger and prettier of the two. Even when Larson had stopped bonking Bjorn back in Sweden Bjorn had wanted to be admired and get compliments. Tonight Larson had stolen the show at DJ Station and as usual Bjorn was pouting. At DJ the boys had been all over Larson while hardly noticing Bjorn. Poor Bjorn, thought Larson, I can’t be too hard on him.
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Duff and the nameless boy were in the lift, going up to Duff’s room. Duff was beginning to wonder about his date. The boy still didn’t say or do anything. And Duff could swear the boy had just farted. Not much, and with no detectable odour, but still the sound of a gas leak.
Duff thought the boy walked with unsteady steps in the corridor. When they came to the room the boy stopped like a robot that would go no further until given new orders. Duff opened the door to the bathroom and gave the boy a fresh towel.
This kid is strange, thought Duff. He behaves like if he is a mechanical doll. I can understand he doesn’t say much since we don’t share a language but why is he staring ahead with that empty expression on his face?
The boy didn’t close the door to the bathroom. Duff took this as an invitation. Thai boys liked to shower with him. Duff entered the bathroom. The boy had started showering. He put soap on his body and shampoo in his hair. And then he farted again. This was off-putting. Duff decided not to join the boy in the shower after all.
In the better light in the bathroom Duff got his first good look at the boy. The boy was generously equipped and somehow Duff sensed that this equipment despite his young age was well used. But was this boy really gay? Duff began to doubt it. Vain straight boys could sometimes fool Duff’s gaydar. What Duff saw in the shower was a pretty and vain straight boy, a boy who wore accessories despite being straight, and who cared about his appearance despite begging on the street. The boy farted once more.
The boy’s feet were dirty. He made dark footprints in the bathtub where he stood. It looked like dust and asphalt oil from the street. And there was still something distant and strange about the boy, even if he did whatever Duff told him.
This boy is without any will of his own, thought Duff. Duff had sometimes wondered what it would be like to have a sex slave who would obey and who Duff could do whatever he wanted with. Now he had one.
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