"First I want to have a look on my notes if everything is correct." The small slender man said as he leafed through his notepad. "The name of your son is Sean, he is 8 years old, born on 13.05.1998, he is white, blond middle long hairs, green grey eyes and you want to get rid off him, otherwise I wouldn't sit here."

"Nearly. The dates are right, only, he is not my son. It is the son from my wife, I married her 2 years ago and she died 1 year ago. I hoped I inherit all the money, but there is still this boy left, first I tried to work with him, but he is such a brat, I don't that anymore and I heard you can help me there." explained Charlie Simmons, the masculine opposite on the table in this smoky pub.

"Not me, but the company I work for can help you."

"Sure, can you explain it exactly what you do with the boy?"

"No problem Mr. Simmons. The first thing is that we check all abilities and all your routines. We need about 3 weeks, then you will get all instructions. On the day we tell you, you have to leave the house and do something to proof your alibi. We break in your house, kidnap the boy and prepare it that the police will believe that he died after some time. All you have to do is playing a shocked father and cry a lot when you bury what everybody believe is your son. That's all."

"My stepson" Charlie corrected the stranger.

"Right"

"But I'm interested in the point what you do with the boy?"

"Ah, ok. For your information: Royal and very rich families on the planet prefer to eat tender and juicy meat from young calves. It is an old tradition to feed the calves with boy juice from also tender and juicy boys. Some scientists found about 120 years ago a medicine which we inject in the boys prostate which let also preteen boys produce a big amount of prostate gel. This was no problem a hundred years ago, because boys disappeared and there were many serfs which were forced to give their kids for royal needs. Today it is more difficult. The only way is that there are people who need to get rid off a boy, so you help us and we help you."

"How long can you use the boys as these 'milkcows'?"

The mysterious man laughed: "Funny that you call the boy who is the tool to feed calves a 'milkcow'. When the boys reach puberty we can't use them anymore."

"And what will you do to the boys then."

The face from the gangster changed to very serious: "None of your business. You should be happy that he is away, isn't it?" "OK, I'm glad to do so."

The two men discussed one more hour about all the things Charlie had to do. He left the pub and walked home.

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Three weeks he had every day a fight and problem with the boy. Sean was a brat, he called Charlie an asshole, he smoked, he drank already alcohol and remembered Charlie every moment that he is not the real father and all the money is in Sean's property. Then Charlie got a letter, really everything was explained. He did what he was told to do.

It was Thursday, bowling night. Sean came home at about half past seven in the evening.

"Where have you been the whole day young man? School is out since one p.m." Charlie shouted to the corridor when he was standing in the kitchen to make dinner.

Slowly the door opened and Sean stood in it and he looked like all these kids today. Cool is cool and Sean must be the coolest. His trouser was about 10 numbers too big, his trousers crotch was between his knees and he it had about 20 folds over his skater sneakers. Everybody could see about 2/3 from his blue-green-coloured boxer shorts, which ended over his navel. The T-shirt was stuffed into his boxers and the shirt was open and hanging down to his knees. All the clothes were new, but looked like 5 years old, dirty and torn up with many holes. His small body looked in these huge clothes so stupid. Sean had a cigarette in his hand.

"Why the fuck should I tell you that. I can do what I want."

"Young man, I told you, you can't talk with me that way..."

"Uhhh, what do you want to do, chicken." was Sean's cheeky answer.

Charlie decided to stop here, in about 3 hours the boy will be gone. "I leave for my bowling evening in 15 minutes, meal is in the fridge if you want one. Do what you want."

"I always do what I want, jerk." Sean dragged one time on the cigarette, he never inhaled in that age and flicked the stub through the kitchen. With a big laugh he left the room.

Charlie did as he was told, he left the house and went to his bowling evening.

It happened fast, Sean had no time to react. He had a nice last dinner when Charlie left the house, he watched some cartoons, then he went to his room for some music. At about 9 p.m. he had a bath. He was finished and drying off the last wet parts of his young innocent body, when the door burst open. Two masked man jumped into the bathroom and grabbed the surprised boy. A rubber ball was shoved in his mouth and secured with duct tape. Ropes and more duct tape secured his arms on his back and his legs, the hogtied him and bound his arms to his chest. He was blindfolded and trusted up like a Christmas package. Sean screamed through his gag, but he hardly could hear himself. In 5 minutes all was over, they carried him outside and left the area.

In the van he was they did many things to him, examined him, tested him, he got injections, tablets, he inhaled something. They kept him drugged that he accepted what happened to him.

Charlie played a good role, everybody believed he suffered, he cried at the funeral and said he will use all the money to find his son, what he never did. He never found him and never searched for him.

Sean opened his eyes, he was spread eagled tied to metal poles, he had medical instruments next to him, all his body functions got controlled. The calf in his stall came many times a day, this animal knew what to do. Sean's penis was most of the time erect cause of the medicine and the calf milked and milked him every day and night. The orgasms were intense and often painful, sweat covered his body every time and his body jerked when the calf was sucking all drops out of him. He got fed one time a day, the rest his body needed he got through infusions. There were people who gave the calves massages, that the meat will really be tender and juicy, so as Sean got a massage that his body stayed fit. Sean never saw other kids or people, only 3 men who controlled him and the calf and the masseur.

No possibility to escape or do something, Sean was forced to see every single day his innocent body, with this tender, milky, soft, white skin, being used as a milkcow. He grew and never could use his body as other kids, he was a slave in his own body. Nobody could imagine the sight, a 8 year old boy, tied tight spread eagled to poles in the middle of a room, gagged, never speaking, not one hair on his body except the head, being used only as tool, and he couldn't prevent it. Not even Charlie could imagine what destiny he chose for his stepson. And 5 years later the smooth hairless Sean got 13.......