His Origins

Saying that Toni had been furious, would not have described the disdained look on the older mans face. His normal dark colored wig removed as he narrowed his eyes at his staff forcing them to watch the video. He couldn’t blame them too badly for what had happened. Firing them was out of the question, ing ing their pay was something he could do as the owner of the magazine company. He heard each of their stories as well as Runistis’ once he had awoken from his blissful slumber earlier. This had simply been a grievous accident, that even though it shouldn’t have happened, no one was really hurt and the young boy who had been technically raped was content with what happened to him.

That had been the shocker to Toni all afternoon. The drag queen sighed then fixed him-self up and dismissed his staff docking their pay for a week. Justice sought and found, punishment delivered. No messy court battles to deal with at least for the moment, he mused to himself before going up stairs to see how Runi was doing.

Toni entered the boy’s apartment and looked upon his sleeping form. Reaching over the owner of B&B magazine brushed aside the young mans hair as he sat down. A warm bath and Lisette’s tender motherly care had washed away all of the semen that had decorated his body. His hair was still damp and braided back. To say it broke the mans heart was an understatement, Toni had seen his fair share of orphan boys who had taken up a life of prostitution just to make money enough to feed themselves. He would know all too well being that is how he started his life. Toni had started this company for those who enjoyed the darker flare of sexual activities. He wouldn’t deny that in some ways he himself had been playing the role of a pimp to his models. But unlike most pimps, he never would stoop so low as to involve children.

Sighing as he got up, Toni took one last moment and gently brushed aside Runistis’ hair, “Sleep well Runi……… you need your rest…”

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That day had changed the boy for the rest of his life. His desire and sexual want became apparent. Though he obeyed Toni’s wishes and kept out of the more adult photo shoots and movies till he was at the youngest, seventeen years of age. The boy always grinned as he counted off the days; his lonely nights s thi thinking about that one moment, as he slowly masturbated to the rhythm of his beating heart. Night after night he ritually did this enjoying the feeling and always imagining another person touching him. His sexual liberation had been more so invigorating as the day he left the orphanage. This was something to him that he did not want to turn away from.

The year moved on too slowly for him to be content with. His form of self-exploration could only take him so far and only do so much. He did take up dancing with Lisette before paying for e lee lessons from a studio not to far from where he lived. The young man learned jazz, ballroom dancing, and an assortment of other dances over the three-month period. He worked hard and kept himself fit with little effort. As he grew in months his looks had seemed to be even more lithe and feminine like though when taken a close look at it was easy to realize he w man man by his mannerisms. It caused him some trouble with the dance studio when he refused to enter the woman’s locker room. Confusion by the dance instructor was soon gone after he and Lisette explained it carefully. But even with the dance lessons he still felt the yearning that hadn’t liked being ignored.

Runi had decided to let his hair grow out long and by the fifth month since his birthday it was now almost reaching the middle of his back. His hair became much focus of attention from a few of the models and Toni as well. On they’re off days of sitting around talking about idea’s for photos some usually grouped around him and started braiding it or stroking it to feel how soft it was. Generally paying it no mind he tried to focus on not getting excited by another persons touch. But even after the others had left he was forced to retreat to his room to relieve himself in order to calm down. His fashion since hadn’t changed one bit since then either; Runistis still wore mostly black with some splash of a sensual red or violet color.

His next birthday also fell the night of his dance recital. Lisette was there as well as Toni and a few of his friends from the magazine. His dance was a mix of tap and Irish line dancing, only without the line of people dancing with him. The music he chose was a euro-beat from a CD he gotten from the import section. It wasn’t what the instructor had expected from him but it was enough to get him to pass and graduate. Later that night the group from B&B went to a descent food joint and ate dinner. Laughter and enjoyment was had by alesenesent as they broke out into a goofy lyrical version of happy birthday simply to get him to blush brightly for Lisette’s camera.

That night he bid them goodnight and shuffled off to his solo apartment. It was dark as it always had been each night and growing darker at the closing of the door behind him upon entering. Flicking on the light switch beside him the first thing he noticed was a large box by the coffee table in front of the couch. Going over cautiously he looked at the labeled and blinked noticing that the address had been from a town in Dublin Ireland. Opening the box he found a letter and started reading:

To my dearest nephew,
You might not know of me dear child. I don’t expect you too. I heard from this gentleman named Toni that you where my relative and I wanted to write you. My name is Sarah Mc’Cahalgn; I was your mothers’ younger sister. I knew that she had died when you whnothnothing more then a small child. I thought you had perished too until I received a photo and a letter from that nice gentleman who is letting you live with him. I’m so happy you didn’t die in that car crash child. I know that you must have a nice home and job now. So I won’t pressure you to live with your family here. All I ask is that you write us when you can and send us a photo or two. Also I hope this reaches in time for your next birthday. It’s just a few things I think you might like to have as well as some personal belongings of your parents that had been sent to me after their death. I hope to hear from your soon.
Love Aunt Sarah.

Runi set down the letter and slowly pulled out photos of his parents as well as his family in Ireland. He had a family. A real family though far away, that wanted to a letter in return from him. A smile slowly broke out across his face as he hugged the photos close. He was definitely going to frame the images soon to display in his home. The sooner the better he thought to himself as he continued to rummage through different papers that he found. A sweet birthday card from his aunt and uncle with a tiny bit of cash tucked inside. One very cute card of an indecently dressed woman, holding a mug of beer and a cheesy grin, plastered upon her face from his cousin. He smirked slightly wondering how they would feel knowing that he preferred the bedding experience of another man.

He settled back against his couch with the box aulleulled out a beautifully hand stitched, Celtic designed small blanket. Soft like silk to the touch, with a brilliant shade of green that caused the golden embroidery to stand out even more prominent. Runi carefully laid it back against the couch and smiled at how the color worked well there. Checking the rest of the box he found a few more things. Music CD’s, a video tape labeled ‘copy of the Gustavia Wedding’, a small wedding album filled with images of his parents, and lastly a box that contained their wedding rings. Runistis looked at all the items and slowly packed them into the box before setting it down on the floor. He trotted off into his room and changed into a simple pair of black boxers for the night. Upon returning he looked back into the box and removed the tape before shuffling over to the television across the room and set it up. He returned to his place on the couch and carefully pulled the soft material over his uncovered form and curled into the corner. Using the second switch he turned off the lights before starting up the tape, keeping the volume low so not to disrupt his neighbors and began watching the parents he never got to know.