I do not remember my mother. At four, I began to earn money, by helping uncle in his work. He has a small, portable tea shop and I used to carry tea in glass tumblers to workers engaged in building a fly over, under which we all lived, in that part, which was partially completed.
There were people speaking different languages among the workers, both men and women. Karthu is like my mother. Her daughters, Mary and Ann are my friends.
On Sundays, we play foot ball in the open ground, on the other side of the fly over. I like it and do well in the field; soon I became the captain.
Once, when my performance was noticed by a lady, she introduced me to her friend, who had high connections. She was very fair and about forty years old. She gave me her address and asked me to meet her.
I was only fifteen, tall and lanky, agile like a cat. I was very nervous.
The bungalow was very big, in a posh locality, with spacious lawns, ferocious dogs and imposing watchmen. I told the watchman, who phoned to the lady. A maid came and ushered me to the lady’s bed room.
Without any introduction, she told me to go to the bath room and wash myself.
She had removed my cloths and I was hesitating to come out.
She laughed: do you think I have not seen a naked man?
She came and caught hold of my penis. She gently kissed it. At the touch of feminine skin, it stood erect, ready to fight. I had never done it and she guided me, telling me how to arouse a woman.
I was appointed her personal valet.
She gave me fresh cloths and a bike. But I could leave the place, only with her personal permission.
On Sunday, I went to see Karthu. Now she had a prosperous business, selling packets of tamarind rice, ready to eat, to the workmen. Even white collared workers preferred it, as it was very tasty and costs only five rupees. I ate one and took a packet for my lady.
Ann and I were of the same age. I think I loved her. Even during my sex exercise, I saw her in my mind, as I closed my eyes, because, my lady was keen on doing it in broad day light.
I took Ann to the near by bush. There I dutifully performed all the tricks, instructed by my lady. I was pleased to see how successful I was.
Sundays seemed to come after long wait. I do not know what i my salary. I may ask for any amount. Now, I took two thousand every Sunday. On my bike Ann and I would roam about, frequenting cinema halls, bars and gardens; I insisted that I should spend all the money I took.
My lady took me to different sports clubs, introducing me as a great promise for the world of sports. She engaged a tutor for me because I could nor read or write
One night, Karthu called me to come there immediately.
When I told my lady, she offered to come in her car.
The body of my beloved Ann was found at the spot in the bush, where we used to meet. Her body had several marks of injury. It was cold.
My lady informed the police and we departed, after consoling Karthu, giving her ten thousand in cash.
Next Sunday, I visited Karthu.
It seemed that Mary was waiting for me. She was wearing bright cloths and cheap trinkets. Heady smell came out of her body. She was only ten, but she succeeded in arousing me by lying over my body and showering me with kisses. When I told her that she is still a girl, she pulled up her skirt. She had no underwear. She opened her vulva; .she was not a virgin. I found her vaginal canal was quite deep.
Sundays became boring. When I got a job at a laundry, I was relieved from bondage.
I was becoming money conscious. I found that those without money are treated as worms.
A friend informed me to contact X. He could give you plenty of money for doing simple errands.
Mr. X turned up at Karhtu’s kitchen. Now it was a busy kiosk, with a number of boys employed to carry out business. She was pleased to meet me. Where is Marry, I enquired.
She ran away to Goa, with a European tourist
I knew about such child prostitutes. I felt sorry.
I quietly followed X
We sat in a restaurant and ordered ice cream.
He talked:
Plenty of opium is produced in Rajasthan and Madhya P radish. Take the black gold to Bombay. Dress as a village boy. Do not speak English. Chang your dress often. That is all. Do not get caught. If you lose your luggage, it will be pardoned; but never come into the hands of the police.
It all went well and Karthu began getting richer and richer.
To those (police agents) who questioned her, she said frankly: I buy girl children and sell them. They are well looked after and well paid. Their parents get money regularly.
But my lady knew, as she too was doing smuggling. I tipped her. Before she could escape, they caught her and hacked her to death.
Police are now searching me as there were records about the boy, her personal valet.
But the boy is no more; an experienced smuggler is yet to be caught
There were people speaking different languages among the workers, both men and women. Karthu is like my mother. Her daughters, Mary and Ann are my friends.
On Sundays, we play foot ball in the open ground, on the other side of the fly over. I like it and do well in the field; soon I became the captain.
Once, when my performance was noticed by a lady, she introduced me to her friend, who had high connections. She was very fair and about forty years old. She gave me her address and asked me to meet her.
I was only fifteen, tall and lanky, agile like a cat. I was very nervous.
The bungalow was very big, in a posh locality, with spacious lawns, ferocious dogs and imposing watchmen. I told the watchman, who phoned to the lady. A maid came and ushered me to the lady’s bed room.
Without any introduction, she told me to go to the bath room and wash myself.
She had removed my cloths and I was hesitating to come out.
She laughed: do you think I have not seen a naked man?
She came and caught hold of my penis. She gently kissed it. At the touch of feminine skin, it stood erect, ready to fight. I had never done it and she guided me, telling me how to arouse a woman.
I was appointed her personal valet.
She gave me fresh cloths and a bike. But I could leave the place, only with her personal permission.
On Sunday, I went to see Karthu. Now she had a prosperous business, selling packets of tamarind rice, ready to eat, to the workmen. Even white collared workers preferred it, as it was very tasty and costs only five rupees. I ate one and took a packet for my lady.
Ann and I were of the same age. I think I loved her. Even during my sex exercise, I saw her in my mind, as I closed my eyes, because, my lady was keen on doing it in broad day light.
I took Ann to the near by bush. There I dutifully performed all the tricks, instructed by my lady. I was pleased to see how successful I was.
Sundays seemed to come after long wait. I do not know what i my salary. I may ask for any amount. Now, I took two thousand every Sunday. On my bike Ann and I would roam about, frequenting cinema halls, bars and gardens; I insisted that I should spend all the money I took.
My lady took me to different sports clubs, introducing me as a great promise for the world of sports. She engaged a tutor for me because I could nor read or write
One night, Karthu called me to come there immediately.
When I told my lady, she offered to come in her car.
The body of my beloved Ann was found at the spot in the bush, where we used to meet. Her body had several marks of injury. It was cold.
My lady informed the police and we departed, after consoling Karthu, giving her ten thousand in cash.
Next Sunday, I visited Karthu.
It seemed that Mary was waiting for me. She was wearing bright cloths and cheap trinkets. Heady smell came out of her body. She was only ten, but she succeeded in arousing me by lying over my body and showering me with kisses. When I told her that she is still a girl, she pulled up her skirt. She had no underwear. She opened her vulva; .she was not a virgin. I found her vaginal canal was quite deep.
Sundays became boring. When I got a job at a laundry, I was relieved from bondage.
I was becoming money conscious. I found that those without money are treated as worms.
A friend informed me to contact X. He could give you plenty of money for doing simple errands.
Mr. X turned up at Karhtu’s kitchen. Now it was a busy kiosk, with a number of boys employed to carry out business. She was pleased to meet me. Where is Marry, I enquired.
She ran away to Goa, with a European tourist
I knew about such child prostitutes. I felt sorry.
I quietly followed X
We sat in a restaurant and ordered ice cream.
He talked:
Plenty of opium is produced in Rajasthan and Madhya P radish. Take the black gold to Bombay. Dress as a village boy. Do not speak English. Chang your dress often. That is all. Do not get caught. If you lose your luggage, it will be pardoned; but never come into the hands of the police.
It all went well and Karthu began getting richer and richer.
To those (police agents) who questioned her, she said frankly: I buy girl children and sell them. They are well looked after and well paid. Their parents get money regularly.
But my lady knew, as she too was doing smuggling. I tipped her. Before she could escape, they caught her and hacked her to death.
Police are now searching me as there were records about the boy, her personal valet.
But the boy is no more; an experienced smuggler is yet to be caught
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