The Confessions of a Callboy in the Future

By Jonathan Foe

An erotic novel taking place in a government house of male prostitution in Manila in the not-so-distant-future. Most males have been wiped out, and the boys are being used to impregnate women.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jonathan Foe
• Release date: Jan 2, 2012
• ISBN: 9781465972316

Jonathan Foe

I am a history teacher in Manila, having taught both in college and in High School. I moved here from the United States in 1993. I teach Philippine and World History, and recieved a PhD in 2014 from the University of Sto Tomas. I research my novels so that they are historically accurate, and try to present a gay positive theme.I am currently making my last two books into audio books, through Findaway Voices.If you have comments or concerns, negative or positive, please contact me at [e-mail]

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The Confessions of a Call Boy in the Future

As told by Frank Medina, written by Jonathan Foe

Published by Smashwords

copyright 2013 Philippines

Other books by Jonathan Foe:

Miguel, Pirate of the Spanish Main, a sexy adventure story of long, long ago

Captured, an adventure story of Ancient Egypt

A Manila Romance, 1941

Undercover Lover of Manila

The Students who fought Marcos, a novel

He can be contacted through [e-mail].

Authors note: All the characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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The Confessions of a Callboy in the Future

By Frank Medina, as told to Jonathan Foe

Chapter 1 Memories of Manila

Walking in Manila was very weird. When I was a kid in school, we had been shown a short clip about life in Manila before the disaster, with males driving loud motorcycles in heavy traffic, large groups of guys drinking on the street catcalling females, but this was nothing like that.

Whole city blocks were deserted. Trees and bushes were slowly uprooting cement floors, walls and roofs. The acacia trees were going especially crazy, growing anywhere; in foundations, sidewalks and streets. Rats, birds, and stray cats scampered about, ignoring me. It was sort of like a revenge of nature. Sad, it felt like progress had been defeated. Which, come to think of it, it had.

Another thing that I thought there was going to be a lot of pollution in the air. I had read so much about it in old books and magazines that my father had collected. But really, the air was clean, in fact, even after walking fifteen minutes away from Manila bay I could still smell the sea.

You have to remember, my arrival was nearly twenty years ago, in 2040. The heat was intense, a sizzling midday in June. Walking under the sun was like roasting meat on hot stove.

Back then, there were few women around, and certainly no other guys. Probably that’s changed by now. After that catastrophe, where most people, especially males had died off due to the radiation, things had a ghost town feel. It’s probably changed by now.

Anyway was very little traffic, which I had expected. After all, there was very little gasoline, and the city had shrunk in size from about twenty five million to under a half million. There were many bicycles though. They warned me during the orientation I would be walking, but since I walked around in Palawan my whole life, this was OK. My bags really weren’t that heavy or anything. I just kept my eyes to myself, looking at the street signs, minding my own business.

But I got an unwelcome welcome. Just as I was going across Taft at United Nations, this police car pulled up, and the lady cop yelled at me to stop. So I put down my bags and being a bit nervous, asked in a quiet voice Ma’am?

Just where do you think you are going, boy? as she got out of the car.

Ha-happy days ma’am, ms police officer! I was a bit frightened, because I had never been pulled over by a policewoman before. I knew all the people in my town by sight.

Let me look at that collar, boy! Lean over the trunk

So I did. I should say something about the ID collar back then. It was a permanent, metal thing that all males had to wear, that had an embedded code giving your history, where you lived, etc. My collar was red—meaning callboy.

She took out her gadget, and read my collar. It was kind of funny, because since I was kind of tall, and she was kind of short and on the fat side, I had to nearly squat down while leaning over so she could scan my collar.

Ah, so you are going to Happy Days, from the ship. Ok, that makes sense. You know, it’s a bit unusual to see a male, let alone with an orange T shirt walking around by himself. Can I see your basket? Pull your shorts down near the car door. I don’t want others to see.

I pulled down my trunks so she could get a look. Never had a female been this close to my private parts. The basket wrapped around my sex organs. Us guys who could still mate, were required to wear this when travelling. This way we could not have unauthorized sex. It had webbing around a special cable tie, that prevented an erection from escaping. It wasn’t comfortable, and to pee a guy needed to sit down.

Looks on-tight. Pull up your trunks boy. You know the way there?

I think so ma’am. I just stay on this street for a few more blocks, correct? Straight ahead, left side?

Yeah, that’s it. Just keep to your route, and stay out of trouble.

Yes ma’am.

She didn’t get a chance to reply, for her radio sounded frantic, so she turned around to talk into the radio. She waved me away, then zoomed off down Taft Avenue. So I continued on my way.

Fortunately, the street signs were clear, so I found the Happy Days, Always Open easy enough.

Let me say something about the place. It was actually an old high rise condominium, but as I found out later, the top fifteen floors were sealed off. But we had the first three floors all to ourselves. The place must have been kind of high end in its day.

Nice on the outside, its paint was fresh, unlike most other places that I had seen. I liked the palm trees in the front, with a circular driveway below a large overhang, In the back I could make out some big trees growing. Also in the front was actual cut grass, with some nice bushes, giving the place sort of a groomed looked. Looking around a bit to the back, attached to an iron grilled fence, I could see metal roofing. It didn’t add anything to the security or anything, so I figured it must have been installed so that the males and females couldn’t look at each other.

Also in the back, I could hear a few boys cheering, with an occasional whistle, about what, I couldn’t tell.

I returned to the driveway, and walked on up, and in through the big glass front doors. Very impressive! And what was even better, it was air conditioned! By this time my T shirt was sticking to my skin, and sweat dripping down from my hair.

You must be Frank! We’ve been expecting you!

Hello! I replied. A guy in his mid-twenties, wearing white T shirt and shorts came walking out of a door. But what I will always remember about this guy was his smile! Big, bright, and totally sincere. It was a kind of smile that you can’t stop yourself from smiling back.

I’m Jerome. Just put your things down there, and I’ll get the boss.

"Thank you kuya (older brother)."

Setting my stuff down, I got a chance to look around the front area. It had a darkish waiting area, with some stylish big thick sofas. Jerome had come out of a small office, about big enough for about three people max. On the walls lay some signs, and what seemed to be some sort of business permits. There was a lounge area for the guests to the side that had heavy curtains on the windows, making it dark inside. Beside the office there was a glass window looking into another room that looked like a lounging room too, but it was lit up. Inside were three guys, about my age, sitting around in briefs.

Coming up the hallway marked off limits came Jerome with a woman. She seemed to be about thirty or so, in a pink tank top with matching shorts. Strangely, her hair, hanging straight down to the shoulders, was white, like an original blonde Since she wasn’t a mestiza, she must have just dyed the hell of her hair.

So you must be Frank. How was your boat trip?

It was OK; I actually slept through most of it.

Good, I hope that means you’re rested up, because we might just start you working tonight.

Yes ma’am. (Although I really shouldn’t have agreed, because I really had no idea of what I was supposed to do.)

I’ll pair you another more experienced boy tonight, with Jerome here, and you’ll get the hang of it soon enough.

OK, ma’am.

In fact, you’re going to be Jerome’s buddy for the next couple of weeks. He is going to be your guide, and he is really good boy, and he will be like an elder brother to you. Does that sound OK?

Yes ma’am.

Now, you don’t need to call me ma’am all the time. My name is Candice. Just call me Ms Candice, or Candice.

Yes ma’am. I mean Ms Candice. She was making me a bit nervous. With this, Jerome came over and gave me a smile and put his hand on my shoulder. So it was I guess OK with me, at least he didn’t seem like a mean guy or anything.

OK, now you have your papers with you? Let’s see what you’ve got.

Oh I was stopped by the police on my way here! They looked at my collar?

They did! Any problems at all?

No ma’am. She just read my collar and said that I was headed to Happy Days.

Which you were, right? I mean not wondering around?

Yes, Ms. Candice. Actually I was only maybe four blocks away.

Well, they were just doing their jobs. You were an unusual sight.

"Yes, ma’am.

I gave her the papers, and she even wanted to look at my collar to double check my identity. She was a bit quick, so efficient, while I was mentally still on the boat. But what was strange was the next order. Then, while rummaging through the drawers, she gave out another said, Now, please strip off your clothes.

Yikes! She really meant it! Hesitantly I took off my orange T shirt.

I said your clothes! All of your clothes!

She sounded impatient, so I did as I was told, but I was kind of ashamed. I wasn’t used to taking off my clothes in front of a females. Even my mom had not seen me naked, at least that I can remember.

I just turned my back away from her.

What was also bad was my basket. I knew that I was smelly.

All of this time, she was looking around for some papers in the file cabinets, but then upon seeing me, stripped, she called out for Jerome.

Jerome, get out the scissors and cut away the strap, and get a washrag from the boy’s sink.

So he left, leaving only me and her in the small office. Fortunately, nothing happened with me and my new boss while Jerome was away. She seemed to busy looking for some pieces of paper, and complaining under her breath about a lack of staff. To my relief, he came right back and gave me a small pair of wire clippers and a wet washrag. Murmuring thanks, I clipped off the strap, and wiped down my private area. . Even though I was embarrassed, it frankly, it felt good to free once again of that basket thing. I was worried about getting a rash, and the guard in my province had strapped it on too tight.

Ah, I’ve got it now! This is your file, but we need to do a little paperwork. But hold it Frank; would you give me that washrag for a second? I want to try something.

So I handed her the washrag, but my God, she started to stroke my penis with it! Right underneath the head and the washrag was smooth, not rough!

Ma’am, please, what are you doing?

But this got no reaction from her, she was just staring at it, and I was afraid to step back because she might get angry. I looked at Jerome, who just gave me a don’t worry about it sort of look.

But I was so embarrassed! Especially so, because it got hard right away. It felt good, especially after it being bunched up in the basket three days. Mercifully, she finally stopped once my penis stretched fully out.

OK, it looks like you’re healthy enough for us. Jerome, get him a pair of our shorts and a brief, and just stick your T shirt and pants in your bag. You won’t need them for a while.

Now, how is your reading and writing?

Well, its OK, I graduated from my third year high school.

Well, let’s just be on the safe side, and let me fill out the form. Have a seat, and I’ll ask you a few questions. You do kind of look funny with an erection sticking out. Cover it with the washrag. Oh, by the way, I’m the overall one in charge here.

And out she came the questions and the answers as I was putting on my new brief and shorts. Spelling of last name, is "M E D I N A. Date of birth? 2021, May 14. You just turned 17? Yes, ma’am. Place? San Marleno, Palawan. Father? Rogelio Medina. Deceased? Yes. Cause of father’s death? Radiation poisoning. Mother? Still living in San Marleno. Any brothers or sisters? None. Schooling? Finished high school at South Puerto Boys School. You had an orientation about what goes on in a place like this? Yes, it was for two hours in Puerto Princessa. .

Now let me say Frank, you are one lucky boy. Really, these sex clinics accept only a few of you boys. Because of the radiation poisoning infecting most males, only about one out of ten get accepted. Well, I don’t need to remind you, I’m sure you probably saw it at your school, I bet only a few of you made it into one of these places. The others will have a very hard life ahead of them. At least for you, and boys like Jerome here, life can be pretty enjoyable for the next ten years or so. But it isn’t a playpen here, you just can’t do what you want to do. I want work, performance from my boys. What I don’t like is excuses. Got me?

Yes ma’am. God, I thought maybe this woman was a slave driver!

It’s Ms Candice. OK, I will treat you fairly, there will be breaks, and so on, but really, you have got to be flexible, and not act like a spoiled brat. What we do here is perform a service to our clients, women, who may or may not want to get pregnant, and have a good time while doing it. You are a performer, and I want you to always give your 100%. Clear?

Yes ma’am, I mean Ms Candice, you can count on me. Finally Jerome came back and I put on a brief and shorts.

Sometimes they clients will ask that you wear a condom. They might be ugly, or they might be strange. You will never refuse them, or for that matter, any reasonable request from our clients. Understood?

Yes Ms. Candice.

"Your job is essential to the preservation of the human race Frank. You, and all of the boys here, have something essential between your legs. You need to service as many women as you can. The preservation of the human race is at stake. That is how important your job is Frank.

"But not all come here to get pregnant. Sometimes, the women come here to unwind, to blow off some stress, because they are the ones doing all the work to keep things going. You boys on the other hand, are doing something enjoyable.

But here, we recognize that what you do is work, hard work. Making sex is a performance, make no mistake about it. If you don’t want to service someone in particular, or anyone on any particular night, you had better have a real good excuse. Because this is your job, to happily service women. Women both fat and thin, old and young, ugly and beautiful. And if you are not happy about the customer, you act happy anyway. You are a performer! Got it?

Yes Ms Candice.

In addition to servicing our customers, you will be assigned jobs around here, like cleaning and things like that. You will not complain about that!

Oh no ma’am, I’ve done lots of cleaning back home.

OK, now there will be more orientation probably next week, because we will be getting a couple more boys then. Until then, stay out of trouble, and follow Jerome’s orders. If you don’t, he is ordered to report to me at once, right Jerome?

Yes ma’am. Hopefully, we won’t have any problems. With this, Jerome put his arm around my shoulders in a brotherly way. It felt good.

"In a couple of days the sewers will put on your number on the briefs and shorts that you will wear all the time. But put these on in the meantime. Your number is 78. Use this temporary lanyard with your number, so you can be easily identified.

Now one more thing. Remember, I have the power to send you back with your town mates fishing in Palawan if you don’t behave. I have the power to send you to the clinic where they will make your eggs sterile. Permanently. So, remember, I don’t want any trouble, OK?

Yes ma’am, you won’t have any trouble from me.

God, she was scary! I really didn’t know that she could do all of those things to me! I know I really did not want to turn out like my high school batch, who only with a few of exceptions, graduated sterilized!

OK, Jerome, show him around; have Frank follow you for the next couple of days. Where you go, he goes. He will be your tail. And remember, you both are on at 8 PM tonight.

But Ms Candice! I don’t know what to do! I’ve never done anything like this before! Really! I confessed.

Yes! And if you had, you really would be in big trouble, wouldn’t you! You had better be virgin! Of course I realize that, but frankly, Frank, oh, that’s good. . . you will soon find out we don’t have enough boys right now. Some women wait for an hour for service from a boy, and then the boy arrives tired out. We have a shortage. So, you just do the best you can do, tonight. Understood?

Yes, Ma’am, yes Ms Candice.

Take care!

I was really relieved to get out of there. Jerome and I went off we down the hall, for the tour, as he put it. He kept his arm over my shoulders.

You really don’t have to worry about her, ma’am Candice. She sounds tough, but really she is quite reasonable. She just likes to be strict starting off with the newcomers. Don’t worry, I’ll bet you do just fine here.

I hope so. I just never done something like this before.

"Well, none of us have, I started out just the same way. Coming to the big city from the province, just like you. And by the way, quite a few guys are also from Palawan, I guess it wasn’t so badly hit by the catastrophe.

Now, when you came in, to the left was the main reception room, for the women customers. That place is off limits to us, but just about every other place else in here we can go.

Where can I place my bags and stuff kuya?

"That’s just where we’re going right now, to barracks area. You’ll be sleeping next to me for the next week or so, so you can lay your things there.

I should say something about the place. Unlike the front, the place had no aircon. But there was big windows in all the rooms, which helped keep a breeze through the place. It was painted mostly in white, had cement walls, with nice wooden floors, and everything was really clean.

We passed a couple of boys cleaning the floors, who said ‘hello newcomer!’ in a nice way to me, and I smiled back. We passed what looked like a kitchen, with swinging doors, and some boys were also working in there. Everyone was wearing the white shorts with numbers, and most of them had their T shirts off. Then out we went, under some covered walkways to what looked like a small barracks.

Now there are three barracks, one for the morning shift, afternoon shift, and then one for the night shift. We’re on the night shift. That’s when we get the most customers, so we’ve got the biggest barracks. But as of now, we are understaffed, with only about fifty boys altogether, which means a lot of overwork. In addition to servicing the females, we also have to work to keep the place clean, and exercise to keep in shape. It is a lot of work, and ma’am Candice is right, it does mean a lot of performance.

But the place you’ve got here seems nice. Much better than my high school.

We had entered the barracks, but really, it seemed clean, not smelly, like my high school barracks. There wasn’t clothes lying around the floor, with a bunch of unmade beds. Fortunately the barracks were under the shade of a six narra trees, so it didn’t seem to hot inside. Perhaps there were about thirty beds in the place and big open windows on two sides. The beds were spaced about one meter apart from each other, with big wooden boxes under the beds. All had a white bedsheet with pillow. Everything was tidy, with only a single sheet on top of every bed. At the entrance was a huge dirty clothes basket.

OK, now this is my bed, and right beside me you sleep. This is your bed.

But isn’t this the place where you have women over sleeping?

Oh no, this is our quarters. No women are allowed past the front reception and parlor area. This is just for us.

Oh, so this is really where you live.

"Yeah, well this is where we sleep, if that’s what you mean. Just lay your stuff on top, you can put your stuff away in the box. You will see it has no lock. But don’t worry about anyone stealing your things, those things don’t happen around here.

Now, do want something to eat? I know it’s about 2pm, too late for breakfast, but are you hungry? Jerome asked. He was considerate of me.

Well, actually, I missed breakfast on the ship, so, well, yeah, I’m hungry.

So let’s see If we can get some food in the kitchen.

Jerome, but just a second. Can I say something?

I sat down on the bed.

Jerome, I can’t get over feeling embarrassed. I was so ashamed!

What, about what? Oh, I know, ma’am Candice and the washcloth?

Yes, the rubbing! She just reached out and grabbed it! I was naked, and there wasn’t anything I could do!

Yeah, so what? That’s normal here.

But it was right out in the open; anyone could have come in and seen me. And you, you’re a guy and all, but you were there too!

"OK, Frank, let’s get something straight. It’s natural here. This is a sex place. Everybody knows everyone else’s sex stuff. You’ll see this later on, but really, I hate to say it, but ma’am Candice will probably be checking out your performance with the customers in the next few days. That is her job. She just did that to you to make sure you can get hard all right, and that you are a normal guy, not bakla (male homosexual).

Yeah, I’m a guy, but I never got even undressed in front of a woman before. Sure, other guys yes, but not in front of a woman.

Of course you haven’t, no high school boys are allowed to. They know this! Don’t worry about it! How do you think everyone starts out? Just like you.

But it’s not natural! I mean having sex like this!

But it is natural, at least here. You’ll see, it’s just like playing basketball!

"What, basketball? Sex and basketball?

Oh, my God, don’t worry so much. I promise, you will get used to it. I will help you; so don’t make such a big deal about it.

OK, OK, just asking.

Anyway, answer my question: Are you hungry?

Yes, yes, let’s get some food.

So off we went again. I should say this, Jerome was nice to me, and made me feel at home. He walked close to me, and put his hand on my shoulder. Besides, that big smile of his. No one could feel uncomfortable with him, because that smile was so sincere! Maybe he thought of me as a totally worried guy, I don’t know. But at least he was nice to me, so I couldn’t complain.

Chapter 2 My First Time

Back through the swinging doors was the big dining room. it was just like my old high school cafeteria; well, maybe with a bit more home like feel, because it had fabrics over the walls, and some other simple decorations. Also, everything was clean here, with new, not dirty paint.

Inside, there wasn’t anyone else eating, because, as Jerome explained, there are regular eating schedules, and 2pm wasn’t one of them. Otherwise the cooks would go crazy, he said, serving food all the time. But we did get some food from the buffet table, which still had a little bit of stuff left.

So the cooks don’t get any sex kuya? I asked.

Oh no, everybody, well everyone but ma’am Candice, all the guys get sex. So these cooks only work part time in the kitchen, and just like everyone else works the ladies. Don’t you want the cook to cook you up something?

Hey, no that’s ok. I can get something to snack on now, and eat more later, I answered.

You’re sure? This is ok with you?

Hey, it’s fine. I’ll just have some pan de sal with some longinesa and some eggs. I’ll be fine. They got coffee here?

Oh, coffee, sure. It’s just back there.

So I got my breakfast. Actually the food was OK, better than my high school. In fact, there was fresh fruit lying out, under screens, for anyone to eat. Vitamin pills were put in bowl to swallow one per day, Jerome explained. He added administration of sex places wanted to make the food wholesome and delicious, so the boys would stay healthy. The reasoning was that boys who were not healthy could not do sex as well, and their sperms would be weak.

That’s sounds good to me kuya, I said. At least we get fed well. But one thing, where are the rest of the guys? I thought that this place would have lots of guys in it, and only you, me and the cook are here!

That’s easy. The late shift just went to sleep at maybe eight or so, and the rest of the guys are watching our basketball game. Didn’t you hear them?

"Yeah, I think I did, when I came in and then in the barracks. Can we watch too kuya?

Sure, but you eat up first. Me, I gotta go to the bathroom, I’ll be right back.

At this point, I should describe Jerome. He was maybe about 22, he was