The Lost Boys Emporium

This is the first part in a new series that follows on from Taken by Scott Sauce. 

New Blood

A cold rain lashed down against the car window. I turned my gaze to the two men in front, the muscle dude with tattoos and a professional driver. I looked to my right, at the one-handed man sitting next to me. I shook my head and returned to staring out of the window.

The rain reminded me of yesterday……

* * * * *

The narrow back alley was already flooded with a couple of inches of filthy dark water. While its high walls offered some protection from the driving wind, there was no shelter from the downpour. Trash bags, old boxes and broken crates and all manner of junk littered the length of the constricted space, the detritus of the low-rent restaurants on either side. The place stank of rotten food, garbage and overflowing drains.

It was cold, too. The storms that had lashed the city for almost two weeks had brought a chilling wind to accompany the incessant rain. The sky had become a perpetual, roiling gray. It was depressing.

I found myself on my knees at the dead-end of the alley, soaked to skin, staring at my client’s body. Ex-client, I guess. I wasn’t completely sure he was dead, but if the massive wrench that had stove in his skull hadn’t done the job, then laying face down in two inches of filthy water wasn’t going to help him. Blood was flowing freely from his wound. It coloured the water around him and was seeping toward me like alien tendrils.

I was in shock. I had been on my knees in this filth so I could take this guy in my mouth. I wasn’t a regular fag for hire but times were rough even by my standards and it was either swallow whatever this guy could pump out and earn some folding money, or go hungry for the third day in a row. I find hunger is a great motivator. I’ve been finding that for a lot of years now.

I looked up at the three thugs who were leering down at me, the big dark-haired guy still gripping the wrench. “Hey, I don’t want any trouble….” I said.

The wrench guy smiled revealing a set of broken teeth. “There won’t be any trouble” he said. “As long as you roll over like a good boy.”

I was already cold to my core, but that froze my insides and made me feel sick. I glanced up and down the alley. Small as I was, fast as I knew I could be, I had nowhere to go. I was trapped.

The creeping cold feeling in my guts and the sour taste of fear in my mouth reminded me of my first night on the streets. I had taken yet another beating from my mother’s boyfriend while she drank herself into a coma in the other room. This time he’d stripped me naked and used his belt. I had bloody welts and bruises all over. I’d have sobbed, but it hurt my ribs to cry and sobbing only worked this guy up into a frenzy anyway. Much better to curl into a ball and stay quiet and hope for the best. He had stopped to catch his breath as the exertion of beating me senseless was making him breathe heavily and sweat like the pig that he was. He had kicked me, hard. Told me to stay where I was. Told me he was going for some smokes and then he’d be back. Told me not to bother getting dressed again. Told me he was gonna “fuck the shit out of me” when he got his breath back.

That had been enough for me. As soon as the door had swung shut I grabbed some clothes and got the hell out of there. I’d tell you that I ran, but I didn’t. I couldn’t. I hobbled and at one point I even crawled. I had been a scrawny thirteen years of age on the day I left home. I never went back. Last I heard, my uncaring, alcoholic bitch of a mother had finally drunk herself to death. I never checked. I didn’t care.

That night had been terrifying. Everywhere I stopped I was shouted at by other homeless people, told to move off their patch. I was hit a few times. I was groped more than once. When I had finally found a place to lay down, passers-by spat on me. I had been cold, hungry, and terribly alone. I had genuinely wondered how long I could survive.

A deep rumble of thunder brought me back to the here and now. The wrench guy handed his weapon of choice to one of his henchmen and started to unbuckle his belt. He was moving deliberately slowly, like he was teasing me or something. His face was set in a constant leer.

“You want what he wanted?” I asked, desperately trying to alter the path of how this was unfolding. “You want me to suck you off?”

The man laughed. “Maybe” he said. He pulled the belt out of his trousers all in one go. “We might get to that. After I’m finished.”

I gulped. In several years of living rough I had somehow managed to keep my virginity to myself. I’d had my fair share of offers and I’ll admit I had been close once or twice, when I was especially hungry and couldn’t figure another way out. I had been cornered a couple of times too. But each time I had managed to either talk my way clear of trouble, or slip away, or come up with a better plan.

I’ll admit I fancied boys more than girls, but aside from some heavy petting with one or two guys from the streets and the occasional blowjob for cash when times were really bad, I had very little sexual experience. It’s not that I didn’t want it, because I did. Living rough, in filth, and being treated like shit twenty-four hours of the day didn’t change the fact that I was a horny teenager. I longed for some sweet guy to take me in and I had dreams of being adopted by some rich sugar daddy. In the warm, where it was clean, he’d look after me and in return I’d let him do whatever he wanted with me.

I sighed. I wasn’t sure what had gone so wrong here. One minute I’m about to open wide and take this guy’s dick, the next I’m staring at a twitching corpse and being eyed like fresh meat by three thugs from the dock gangs.

“Hey, sorry guys” I said. “I don’t go further than a bit of sucking.” Maybe a straightforward ’no’ would do it.....

The guy laughed again, this time louder. “Oh, you’re priceless.” He said as he unbuttoned his trousers. “Now, you can either get out of those wet pants, or I’ll make you get out of those wet pants. It’s up to you. I’d rather you get on your hands and knees and let it happen, but if I have to hold you down and make it happen, that’s okay too. See?”

I took a deep breath. The guy took his cock out of his underwear and stroked it. It was big. Way too big for me.

“I...... I’m not gonna let you fuck me.” I said, trying to sound tough. I meant it though. If he wanted to have me, I was going to put up a fight. I wouldn’t be the first time.

I remembered my first real fight. It had been about a week after I ran away. That week had been hell. I had been bruised and battered, too young and skinny to assert any authority over anyone and as far from streetwise as it was possible to get. I’d had a few scraps already, but nothing serious. I had tried to keep to myself. Then some older boy, probably late teens but physically mature, had taken a shine to me. He had shown me some tips and tricks and then he had decided he was going to fuck me. I had joked around at first, thinking I could get out of the situation with humour. But his heavy petting quickly turned to groping, which quickly turned to grabbing and hurting me. Then he had pinned me down. I eventually managed to buck him off me and we got into a standoff. He came at me and from nowhere I swung a punch that connected with his eye. He had stumbled back, confused and dazed. By that time my heart was racing and I was in a blind rage, so I went on the offensive. I punched that boy over and over until my knuckles bled. Some other street kid pulled me off him before I could do any lasting damage. He was closer to my age and after that we ran together for a few months. He showed me the ropes before he was grabbed by some men in a van. I never saw him after that. Funny thing is, I can’t even remember his name now.

“No worthless street cunt is gonna tell me what he’s gonna let me do” the guy said, his tone low and menacing. He nodded at the other two men who stepped forward. They were big guys, strong, muscles honed through years of hard labour. One of them grabbed me by the hair.

I resisted, but in the back of my mind I knew I had no chance. I kept telling myself to just stop, to do you what I did when I was a kid and curl into a ball. I told myself that survival was more important than my honour. Let them fuck me. But stay alive! I couldn’t do it though.

The scuffle didn’t last long. I punched and kicked and bit, but when the two men were bored of my bullshit one of them sent a backhand arcing down to my head. I saw stars and crumpled to the ground. When my head rejoined reality one of the men was holding me face down over a crate, my arms pinned behind my back. The other was roughly stripping me of my trousers and underwear. I tried to kick him, but he grabbed my junk and squeezed, hard.

“Okay! Okay!” I shouted. That hurt and made me sick to my stomach. I’d stop. Just don’t do that again.

That guy moved to one side to be replaced by the first man, the one with the dark hair. He kicked my ankles. “Spread your legs, little fag” He instructed.

I slowly spread my legs as best I could. There was another long, low rumble of thunder and the rain renewed its intensity. Cold water trickled between my butt cheeks. I had goosebumps from the cold and I knew I had everything on display here. “Looks cleaner than I expected” one of the men said with a low whistle.

I thought back to my early years. One of the young guys I had run with back then had taught me a valuable lesson in personal hygiene after I had got sick. The trick was to look and smell filthy so that people would leave you the fuck alone, but to keep the important parts clean so you avoided disease and sores. It was tough, but I had been so ill that time I had sworn to be super careful from that point. And I was. My priorities were clean water to drink above anything else, then somewhere to get clean, and then food. In that order. It often left me hungry, but I rarely got sick or sore or whatever. Underneath the surface layer of carefully applied filth, I kept myself in good shape.

“How old are you, little bitch?” The guy asked casually. “I like to know what I’m scoring, you know?”

I thought about that. It was a good question and to be honest I wasn’t really certain. In the years I’d been out here I had lost track of things like my birthday and for the first few years I had other priorities than marking time.

“Eighteen……. I think.” I said. In truth that was a guess. In my head I was eighteen, give or take a year or so.

The man chuckled. “You look younger, little fag” he said. He spat down on my anus and immediately and roughly shoved two fingers into me before the rain could wash his saliva away. I cried out and received a kick for my trouble.

“Hey I don’t mind you shouting, kid” he said. “But with the flooding, this place is deserted. Ain’t no-one gonna hear you. Just figured you should know. No point in getting your hopes all raised up. You’re ours until we’re all done with you.” He literally pounded his two fingers into me, hurting me. I had tears in my eyes but I refused to cry out again. The guy was right. What was the point?

I closed my eyes as he pulled his fingers out of me, leaving me sore. I knew what was coming next. I was detached from it now. I wondered if I would enjoy any of it. I had heard about boys getting raped and eventually getting into it, but I didn’t know. I figured these guys would be rough. They were here for their pleasure, not mine.

I thought back to the first time I seen sex like this. I was bunking down in an old disused underground parking lot. Several people had been staying down there, taking shelter, making the most of things, keeping to themselves. A couple of older guys, real alpha male types by homeless standards, were gradually getting a young boy drunk as they “looked after him” and “showed him the ropes”. No-one dared to intervene, but I remembered watching the scene unfold from start to finish, fascinated. On the one hand I knew what was coming and I had wanted to help that poor kid. On the other hand I was nursing a semi-hard dick and I knew not to get involved. Eventually one of those men had grabbed the boy. He had been pushed to the hard concrete floor and stripped of his jeans. The boy had struggled, cried out for help that never came, and I vividly remember his scream when the man shoved his hard cock into him. The man had fucked into the boy for a long time. The other guy had the boy suck him off while his guts were being rearranged. After some time the boy had obviously realised that the only way through his misery was to comply. They had raped him for well over an hour, taking their time, enjoying his body. Everyone else bunkered down, ignoring the moaning and grunting, the squelching sounds, the slapping of flesh on flesh, the boy’s whimpering. I lay in a dark corner where I could watch, jerking off under a rotten old blanket. I had felt aroused and disgusted with myself at the same time. To be fair, the boy had been more or less fine after his ordeal and the men had looked after him in their own clumsy way, even taking him with them. It had made me wonder if I should go that way. I didn’t though. Despite an almost morbid curiosity about having someone fuck me like that, I didn’t have the guts.

Out of nowhere the man levelled a nasty thump to my ribs. The blow winded me and I groaned breathlessly. What the fuck was that for? He grabbed a handful of my ass cheek and squeezed hard. I cried out in pain and received another thump to my ribs. I started to cry softly to myself. Forced sex was one thing, but I hadn’t expected to be beaten up as they fucked me.

The men all laughed as the ringleader kicked me, punched me, grabbed me and spat on me. The rain and fear chilled me to my bones. I was a shivering, sobbing mess by the time he pushed his hard cock down to touch my anus. I froze. My world seemed to stand still.

“I want you to tell me you want it” the man said. I squeezed my eyes shut. Surely we could dispense with the games and the violence and just get on with it? He slapped his dick down on me a few times, coating the head in rain and saliva. “You hear? You must beg for my dick.”

The men laughed again. I said nothing, afraid for my life. One of the men thumped me hard on the back of my head, bouncing my skull off the crate.

“Beg me to stick my cock inside your pretty pink cunt or we’ll keep hurting you until you do. Get it?” He said.

I took a deep breath. I was a stubborn little fucker at the best of times and afraid though I was, I had no intention of giving this bastard the satisfaction of hearing me beg. “No.” I said softly.

The man slapped my ass hard with an open hand. “Don’t be a tease, boy” he said. “Tell me how much you want to feel my big dick inside you. Go on. Do it.”

“No” I said, this time more forcefully. I struggled against the hold the man had on me, but I got nowhere. I received another very hard slap to my buttocks and another thump to my head.

“Pass me the wrench” the big guy said. My eyes went wide. I had seen what he could do with that first hand. “Just so you know the rules you little fag, I’ll fuck my dick into you whether you’re alive, unconscious, or dead. You got it?” He took the wrench from his mate and ran it slowly down my spine, the freezing cold metal seemed to sap any remaining strength I had left. He ran it all the way down to my ass until it was resting right on my anus, the cold hurting me as he applied the slightest pressure. My eyes went wide again. I thought for a second that he would insert it into me, fuck me with it, but then it was gone and his hot cock head was there again.

“Now, beg me for my big dick or I’ll really mess up your innards” he said. His voice was low, almost a growl. “Unless you want to see what my wrench can do to your guts?”

Game over. He knew I had nothing left, so he waited while I formed the words and got over myself. I sobbed while they waited, figuring that a few tears before my virginity was raped away from me was okay. I was just about to say it. I had the sentence all lined up: “Please sir, fuck me me with your big dick”.

I heard a low, guttural growl that reverberated along the alley. It was a feral sound that carried on the wind that eddied in the narrow space. It was a sound that potentially changed everything. The two henchmen spun around, freeing my arms. The big guy looked up, disturbed just before the vital moment.

I adjusted my position and looked toward the end of the alley. I could just see between the two thugs. There were two dogs, huge things, standing side by side. They were growling and snarling and even soaked through they seemed enormous, muscular, and very dangerous.

A man stepped into the alley behind the dogs. He was dressed in a long waxed smock and wide brimmed hat. His silhouette was like something from the Wild West.

“Having fun there, boys?” He called. His voice was loud, but he was softly spoken with an accent more at home in fine restaurants than in some sleazy back alley. “Maybe you should be on your way now.” It wasn’t a question. One of the dogs snarled and barked. Then silence.

“Fuck off” shouted the big man. “Before you get hurt. There’s three of us and one of you and I ain’t worried by a couple o’pooches. I’m gonna finish what I ain’t yet started. You can have what’s left but you’ll wait your damn turn.”

The softly spoken man took few steps forward, the dogs moving in time with him. “I won’t ask again. Move on and I’ll have no quarrel with you. Touch the boy again and I will.” He took his hands from his pockets but there was something wrong with the picture. It took me a moment to work out that he had only one hand. I rolled my eyes. It was just typical that my potential saviour didn’t even have a complete pair of hands to rescue me. Someone up above didn’t like me very much.

Thunder rumbled ominously overhead. Rain pelted down even harder. I tried to move to one side thinking maybe I could slide off the crate and slip away as the drama unfolded. The big man pushed his meaty hand down on the small of my back and pinned me in place. I was going nowhere. Not yet anyway.

“I told you” he said “that I’m gonna finish. You can stand there an’ watch if that turns you on, but if you take another step or get in my way, I’ll fuck you up and I’ll fuck him up after.” To emphasis the point he pressed his cock down on my hole again. He applied some forward pressure. I squealed and wriggled, not wanting to lose the game at the final throw of the dice.

Suddenly all hell broke loose. Both dogs darted forward with vicious snarls and several other men flooded past my Wild West saviour into the alley. They had come from nowhere. It was just in time as my hole was close to opening up under the increasing pressure. The big man was forced to stand fully upright as his mates were literally torn from the alley by the dogs. They screamed as they were dragged past the softly spoken man and his newly arrived entourage. The noises of violence quickly melted away into the storm.

The big man raised his arm, wrench in hand. “Come any closer and I’ll brain the kid” he said. I caught some movement in the corner of my eye and there was a loud crack. The big man sliced down with the wrench but something had hit him and he was off target. It struck a glancing blow to the back of my head as he sunk to his knees in the pool of water and then fell back and lay still. He looked surprised. Surprised and dead, with a neat hole in the middle of his forehead.

Men were rushing toward me. I rolled off the crate and tried to cover myself and get away but my head hurt and I couldn’t see straight. The man with the wide brimmed hat was there. He had a kind, round face with red cheeks and he was smiling at me. I blinked trying to clear my vision, which was swimming. I looked up and that made me feel sick. My eyes closed and I passed out.

* * * * *

I woke slowly, not wanting to end this sleep.

Even before I opened my eyes I knew something was different. I was warm, for one thing. Really warm and cozy in a way I don’t remember being in my life. And I was comfortable. The bed I was laying on was comfortable and soft. My head ached though, so I was pretty sure this wasn’t the afterlife.

I opened my eyes and blinked against the bright lights. I was alone in a bright white room in a trolley bed covered in blue blankets. There were machines behind me, but they were switched off. There was a large window all along one side of the room that looked out over the wet, gray cityscape. Rain pelted against the glass but I couldn’t hear it. There were comfortable looking armchairs in the corner. It took me a few minutes to properly wake up and realise this was a hospital room. I had no experience of hospitals, but I figured this was a luxurious hospital room.

I pushed myself up and sat back on a stack of pillows that were propped against the headboard, taking stock of my situation. I wondered whether I should make a run for it, but I realised I was wearing an open-backed gown and there was no sign of my clothes. Someone had stripped me and by the look of it, washed me all over, too. I was cleaner than I had been in a very long time.

The door opened and a man came in. I gasped. “You!” I said, staring at the stump of his arm.

The man smiled at me. “Yes, me.” He said with a chuckle. He walked to the foot of the bed and picked up a clipboard that was hanging off the bed frame. He studied it briefly. “Concussion,” he read out loud. “Several contusions, malnourished, mild hypothermia.” He glanced up at me, smiled again, and continued reading. “Drug screen was clear. None of the usual diseases either. My, you are a rare one.”

“Who are you?” I asked, cagey. “Why are you so interested in me? Are you police? Have you kidnapped me? Where are my clothes?”

The man chuckled again and smiled. This guy was like no-one I had ever met. Despite years of living on the street training me never to trust anyone, I couldn’t help feel that this guy was okay despite my reservations. His smile was warm and genuine and his chuckle was full of humour. There was something very self-assured about him.

He looked up from the clipboard. “You’re welcome.” He said and there was a glint in his eyes.

I suddenly felt sheepish. If this guy hadn’t shown up with his hounds and his friends, I’d have been beaten black and blue and raped into unconsciousness. And that’s if I survived the ordeal with my wrench-happy alley mate. I blushed. “Sorry.....” I said.

The man smiled again, that disarming smile. “It’s quite alright. And you asked fair questions” he said. He placed the chart back where he got it and dragged an armchair from the corner of the room up to the side of the bed. He sat, absentmindedly pulled his sleeve down over his stump, and then placed his good hand on his leg. He looked at me. “I’m Master Connor.” He said. “I represent an organisation that could help you, possibly……”

I interrupted him. “And what do you want in return?” I demanded. I bit my lip. I hadn’t meant to sound so aggressive.

The man paused and pulled a face. “I don’t want anything in return, personally” he said. “Although you might let me finish answering one question before you fire another at me? It has been a tiresome few days.”

I shrugged. That was my way of saying sorry.

“As I was saying…..” Master Connor continued. “I represent an organisation that could possibly help you. We take homeless youngsters like you, give them a place to live, and give them a purpose. So no, I’m not police and no you have not been kidnapped. I have been told about you by our people on the streets and I was specifically looking for you yesterday. The terrible weather we’re having has caused a lot of displacement and we’re seeing an increase in disease and in bright young things like you being mistreated. I figure I found you just in time.”

I didn’t understand half of that, but I wasn’t stupid. Since the flooding started lots of us who lived on the streets were having a harder time than usual. I wouldn’t have been in a dead-end alley on my knees if I hadn’t been hungrier than I’d been in months, and desperate too.

“By the way,” the man said. “Who was the other man in the alley? He appeared to have had his head caved in before I arrived.”

I shrugged again and blushed, not wished to admit what I was doing there. “I don’t know.” I said. “I didn’t kill him though!” I added quickly.

“No, I’m quite sure you didn’t” the man said. “Can I assume he was a……. Customer?”

I blushed some more. “I don’t do stuff like that!” I said with a bit more anger than I meant to aim at this guy. My headache was making me foul tempered.

He looked at me. He seemed to have pity in his eyes for second, and then he smiled that smile of his. “Yes, you do.” He said quietly. I went to speak again but he raised his hand, palm out. “Not often, I know, but like everybody else in this world you do what’s needed in order to survive. Please don’t misunderstand me. I am not judging you. I am in no place to judge.”

Before I could speak there was a knock on the door and another man entered. This guy was big, muscled, with intricate tattoos over most of his exposed skin. He was dressed in casual clothes, but expensive brands, and he oozed money and confidence. He was good looking in an unconventional way. I was about to make a sarcastic comment but this guy looked capable so I shut up. One thing you learn quickly on the street: there are those who can talk about taking your head off, and those who can actually take your head off. This guy, without any doubt whatsoever, was the latter.

Master Connor stood, which I found a little curious. The two men exchanged pleasantries like they were old friends, then the muscle dude turned his attention to me.

“So, you coming to the house, kid?” He asked.

Before I could answer Connor jumped in. “Ah….. we haven’t quite got that far, Master Johns” he said.

The muscle dude nodded. “No problem. I’ll leave you to it and circle back here in a few hours to pick you up. The clean-up team swept the alley. No problems. I also let Blue know that you had some trouble collecting. He’s sending some extra muscle to the dock area.” Both men nodded and muscle dude left without another word.

I sat forward a little, which made me head ache some more. “Okay, who the fuck are you people?” I asked. “What’s all this Master bullshit, and clean-up teams, and muscle going to the docks? I have friends down there.”

Connor cocked his head to one side. “Well, not really.” He said. It was like he knew me. “You’re a loner and we both know it. But don’t worry, I’m not going to make you do anything you don’t want to do. I have a place you can stay for a few days while you see what we do, or you can walk right out of here and I’ll say a prayer for you in church on Sunday.” He sat back down with a sigh. “If you come with me, you’ll be safe, warm, fed, and you will owe me nothing. You’ll be free to go at any time.”

I sat back again, my head pounding. I grimaced at the pain behind my eyes. All this wasn’t helping. “Who are you people….?” I asked again, confused.

“Have you heard of the Lost Boys?” He asked. I rolled my eyes. Of course I’d heard the stories about the fabled Lost Boys Emporium. It wasn’t real though. Just a stupid story, a fantasy for street people to dream about.

“That shit ain’t real” I said, sure of myself.

“Well I hope it is,” he replied. “Because I work for the young man who owns it and he pays me extremely well to help run things.” The man was smiling again, broadly now. He had a twinkle in his eyes and I couldn’t help but be curious.

“What.....?” I said.

“I’ll take you there. I’ll introduce you to some of the Lost Boys as they call themselves - and Lost Girls too. You can see what we do. If you like, there could be a place for you. It’s entirely up to you.”

“And what would I have to do to earn a place? Nothing’s for free, old man.” I said.

“That depends on you. If you want to be a Lost Boy, you’ll have sex with carefully selected clients for large sums of money. If that isn’t your thing, there could be other roles for you. You’re a little old to be a runner, but I’m sure we could find you something.”

I was stunned, which was rare for me. He was very open about having sex for money. But then, he was trying to convince me that a fantasy was brought to life.

“I’ll ask the doctor to come and see you” he said as he stood. “Because unless I am very much mistaken, you could use some medication for your head. Concussion. It’s not pleasant, I know. Then you can get some rest for an hour or two. Then I’ll be back to collect you. You have nothing to lose so you might as well come with me. At least you’ll be dry.” He turned and looked out of the window. The rain was still lashing down and the sky was still a dull, depressing gray. He turned back, raised his eyebrow as if to say “you see?” and then he left.

A few minutes later a young, cute doctor arrived. He took my temperature, checked my pulse and my blood pressure, both of which were raised, I was sure, in this guy’s presence. He gave me a couple of pills and some water. I had been determined to make a run for it, but I took my meds and fell asleep.

When I woke my head felt much better. There was a persistent, dull ache somewhere in the background, but it was no longer trying to poke my eyes out from the back. New jeans, a shirt and pullover were laid out on the bed alongside nice underwear and new sneakers. This was expensive stuff, nice stuff. Nicer than I had ever owed.

I got dressed, still determined to run. Everything fit perfectly. I looked at myself in the full length mirror. Damn, I looked good for the first time in….. ever. I needed a haircut, and I was finally starting to grow some hair on my face that needed to be shaved, but I looked okay. I pushed my long fringe of blue-black hair to one side and rubbed my chin. I looked okay. Bruised, but okay.

I thought about that for a minute. I was warm for the first time in weeks. And dry. And clean, properly clean. I didn’t smell. My clothes were new…… new and hot. And no-one had made any demands on me. Not yet anyway. And what if this Lost Boys shit was real…..?

For the first time in a long while I paused, full of doubt. I was okay.

And then that man, Master Connor, arrived. He saw I was dressed and he held the door for me and said, “Shall we…..?”. He smiled at me and I couldn’t help but smile back.

* * * * *

The car pulled up at some impressive looking security gates. The guard took one look at the guy in the front and almost pissed himself as he hurried to get the gates open. I chuckled at that. Muscle dude was obviously important.

We drove up the impressive driveway, winding our way through pristine gardens to the largest house I think I have ever seen. It was huge, all marble and stone and columns.

Some boys holding umbrellas rushed down the wide steps and opened the car doors. I knew they would deal with muscle dude first. Then the man who called himself Master Connor. Then me.

We hurried back up the steps. The two men disappeared through the he double doors, but I stopped. I looked above the doors where pretty writing was etched into the marble. There were some words I didn’t understand, but I could read enough to know the words underneath said ‘The Lost Boys’…… and then something else. I know my mouth hung open. Was that word ‘emporium’? Was this even real?

I stepped through the doors and into an entrance hall that simply took my breath away. Muscle dude chuckled. He turned to me and held out his hand. It took me way too long to realise that he wanted to shake my hand. He chuckled again. “You’ll fit in just fine around here,” he said. “Welcome to the Lost Boys Emporium. I’ll leave you with Connor. I wish you well, son. We’ll see each other around, I’m sure.”

He turned and hurried off, an entourage of boys and men forming up behind him as he went.

I turned to Connor who was smiling broadly at me. “Impressive, isn’t it?” He said.

“I…er……I’ve never seen……” I said, lost for words.

“I know. Blue spared no expense on this place. It’s quite something.” He turned to the boy who had placed the umbrella in a stand by the doors. “Run and fetch Mitch for me please” he said, and the boy set off at a pace. Connor led us to some sofas that were arranged facing each other and we sat in silence until a boy about my age hurried toward us, the young boy at his side.

“You called for me, Master Connor?” He asked, somewhat differential.

Connor smiled. He smiled at everyone, it seemed. “Mitch, how lovely to see you. And congratulations on your Silver. I knew you’d do it!”

Mitch beamed. “Thank you, Master Connor. I can’t thank you enough actually!” Master Connor waved his hand dismissively.

“I did nothing. The credit is all yours. But I think you’re on a break for a few days, so I do have a small favour to ask?”

“I am yes, I took a week. Anything for you, of course!” The boy said.

Connor gestured toward me. “I have collected a new boy. He’s been on the streets a very long time, Mitch. Longer than anyone we’ve collected before. I don’t know if there’s a Lost Boy in him, but I’d like to think there’s something productive he could be doing for us. I think he’s earned a break after all this time.”

I studied Connor and I frowned. There was a genuineness about him that really intrigued me. Was he really doing this for me? It seemed like he was and I couldn’t find the hole in the story.

Mitch looked from Connor to me, and back again. He was handsome. A blonde, muscular boy. It was quite a novelty to find so many attractive, clean people around me.

Connor chuckled to himself. “Mitch, be an absolute dear and take him under your wing for a couple of days. I’ll see to it that he has a room, but perhaps you could show him around so he can decide for himself?”

Mitch grinned and I got a little ache in my groin. “Sure, Master Connor. It’d be a real pleasure to do that for you.”

Mitch turned to me and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me up. “I’m Mitch” he said.

I looked into his pretty green eyes framed by perfectly trimmed blonde eyebrows and underlined with green eyeliner. He’d drawn little swirls either side of his eyes, too, which fascinated me. He was a gorgeous blonde specimen and I’ll confess I was a little smitten.

“I’m Aiden.” I said. I hadn’t told anyone my real name in a long time. It kind of felt weird. Good weird.

Mitch grinned at me. “We’re gonna have a lot of fun” he said. He raised an eyebrow and gave me an obviously appraising look that made me flush red. “A lot of fun.”

* * * * *

I lay in the dark on the huge bed in the huge room that had been assigned to me in this huge house. My head was spinning. It had been quite a day. And that was the understatement of the century.
Mitch had been attentive and fun and generous with his time. He had started by showing me his suite of rooms. He had a wonderful bedroom of his own, with en suite bathroom and a TV and everything anyone could want. It was huge by any standards, with a corner sofa and walk-in wardrobe full of amazing clothes. He also had an adjoining room. He had told me it was for when he entertained clients.

Mitch had told me he was a gay switch. A white tab with a silver tassel, he had said. His client room was kitted out with a large bed with a cage underneath, with hooks and eyes and fixing points and BDSM stuff all around. He had explained what a switch was, what all the gear was for. When I had looked shocked he laughed, but not at me. He just thought it was funny.

We had gone to the kitchen to grab some food and I had been overwhelmed. I had never seen so much food in my life and the fact Mitch could just walk in and take what he wanted without being chased down the street was….. it was incredible. It had taken all of my self-discipline not to stuff myself full of everything in sight.

We had toured the grounds and met lots of people who did lots of things for this strange organisation. Everyone seemed happy, at home, and it was entirely beyond my experience to find so many friendly, chatty people. But despite all of the wonders of this Lost Boys Emporium, the thing I was focussed on right now was what Mitch had said to me when I asked why he had sex with men for money. “Because I want to” he had said.

I thought about the look on Mitch’s face when he had said that. He meant it. He really meant it. And throughout the day everything he said and did underpinned that he loved it here, that he loved his work. Loved, not liked.

As I lay there, my bedroom door opened letting in a shaft of yellow light from the hallway beyond. A figure slipped into my room. I sat up instinctively but before I could do anything something hit my face. I raised my hands and pulled whatever it was off me, holding it up so I could see better in the darkness. It looked like a pair of skimpy boy’s briefs.

Mitch chuckled from over by the door. “What do I have to do to get those back?” He asked with a giggle. I giggled too, relieved that I wasn’t being attacked or something. Then he was there by my side and climbing up onto the bed with me.

Mitch reached over and ran his hands over my cheek, down my neck and to my shoulder. His hands were warm and soft and his touch gave me goosebumps. He pushed me down on my back and ran his hand over my chest and torso, pushing the covers down as he went.

“Skinny, but muscular.” He said quietly. “My favourite kind of twink.”

I went to speak but his lips touched my lips before I could get any words out. He kissed me lightly, pulled back to look at me, then kissed me again. Longer this time. He brought a hand up to my face and very gently squeezed my jaw and he went to kiss me a third time. This time his mouth opened and his tongue flicked against mine. I hadn’t really kissed much before, but this was nice. No, it was more than nice….. it was awesome.

I tried to kiss him back, but I knocked my front teeth on his and he pulled away.

“S….so……sorry…..” I said, stammering and unsure of myself all of a sudden.

Mitch kiss my cheek and giggled again. “It’s okay. We just need to….. practice.” He said and came in again. This time I let him kiss me and I just followed his lead. It was a wet kiss, hot, and it made me hard.

Mitch pulled back again. He squeezed my jaw and laughed. “We just need to loosen up that jaw of yours, baby.” He said. “And then you can tell me how a cute little thing like you never learned to kiss properly.”

I was about to say something, to protest at being called baby, or at being told I couldn’t kiss, or anything really. But he was there again and all thoughts of complaining melted away as Mitch’s tongue slowly encroached into my mouth.

He ran his hand down the length my torso to my belly and then onwards. He touched my cock, grasping it and pulling my foreskin back. I moaned softly. I had never been touched like this.

“So, Aiden the twink sleeps naked” he said as he moved to kiss my neck.

“I…..I didn’t have anything else to wear and….. and it’s so warm here under…..” But he wasn’t listening. He was kissing his way down my neck, down over my chest and nipples, down to my navel, down and further down until he took my cock in his mouth.

I took a long, deep intake of breath. Sure, I had touched and I had been touched, but no-one had ever sucked my cock. My eyes rolled back and I focussed hard on not coming immediately.

Mitch licked and sucked my manhood and did things to me down there that I would never have thought possible. Eventually, when he knew I couldn’t hold out much longer, he licked the precum from my pee hole and then move down to my balls. He licked them and gently sucked them. He pushed my legs back and licked my hole. He lapped at it with a hot tongue, smearing saliva everywhere. I caught my breath. Was this supposed to feel this good? How did it feel so good? My eyes rolled back again and I squirmed.

Then it was all over and Mitch was back up with me and kissing me. He stopped and pulled back a little. “Tell me honestly, you’re a virgin, right?”

“Ah…..no……ah……” I stuttered, taken off guard and still lost in those amazing feelings. I couldn’t admit to having zero experience to this guy. “I er……no…..er……”

“I’m gonna take that as a firm ‘yes’, okay?” He said. I nodded. I was embarrassed. We might have been about the same age, but this guy was so experienced in every way and I had fumbled with a couple of guys.

He placed his hand on my cheek and kissed me. “I want to…… if you do?” He asked. “I’ll be gentle. Show you what you’ve been missing.”

My heart stopped beating and time stood still. This was the chance of a lifetime, surely? A hot, strong, muscled, experienced guy, wonderful surroundings, a real bed….. it was all too good to be true. But I was nervous and somehow I was shy and I just had a rush of emotions that I couldn’t cope with and I didn’t know what to do.

Mitch kissed me again, seemingly understanding of my confusion. He nibbled on my earlobe before finally whispering, “This is something from my world. Remember this word. If you say it, I’ll stop but you have to remember that there’s no going back, not tonight. It’s up to you……” and he said a word that he knew I would remember, a word I wouldn’t say by accident.

Mitch took control, and I let him.

He rolled me over. He massaged my shoulders, my back, ass and thighs. I moaned throughout. It was so good, so relaxing, and yet so stimulating. He avoided where I had some nasty bruises, kissing those places delicately and tutting. He kissed the back of my neck and worked his way down my spine, kissing every vertebrae, his wam fingers tracing my sides as he went. When he got to my hips he pulled them up, pointing my ass in the air slightly before he buried his face between my skinny cheeks once more.

Now I really moaned. My god it was good. His tongue lapped and licked and soon he was pushing himself against my anus, wiggling and wriggling and pushing into me. I was breathing heavily and my cock had sprung back up hard again. While he licked and tongued my hole, he reached underneath me and grasped my cock. With his other hand he grabbed my ass and started to work his thumb down toward my anus. When he touched me there I almost jumped out of my skin. His touch was electric, amazing. He paused, making sure I wasn’t about to say his safe word, and then he slowly, gently, delicately, pushed his thumb inside me.

I whimpered. There, I said it. I whimpered like I was his bitch as I felt the knuckle pass my sphincter while his tongue traced around my hole. I buried my head under the pillows and wondered how much more of this I could take.

Suddenly Mitch was gone. He withdrew his thumb, rushed to the bedside table and grabbed something before jumping back on the bed behind me. “Sorry!” He said. “I should have grabbed the lube first. Your first time and all……. Maybe not experienced enough for spit alone.” And then his tongue was there again and the brief interlude was forgotten.

He took his tongue away eventually. He shook the little bottle he had grabbed and poured cool liquid on the small of my back where it trickled slowly down between my cheeks. It kinda tickled. He poured out what felt like loads and then he began to insert his thumb again. He alternated between thumbs, taking from the pool of lube and pushing it into me and smearing it around. I had no idea that it was possible to be this relaxed while simultaneously being this pent up.

Mitch took away his thumbs and I felt empty and stretched and relaxed. I was hoping he would push them back inside me but he came up to my end of the bed, lay down on his back and shuffled over to me. “You drive” he said. “If it’s your first time, you might like it better if you go on top. Then you’re in control.”

I saw the logic in that and I swung my leg over him and pushed my mouth onto his. We kissed while he played with himself, smearing the lube from his hands along his shaft and rubbing his cock head around my crack.

“Do it” he said finally. I got an incredibly nervous feeling inside, deep in the pit of my stomach, but I wanted it. I wanted to try, at least. I sort of sat down on his cock while he held it there. I could feel him at my hole and I could feel my ring begin to open, the fingering, tonguing, and the lube making it so much easier.

I felt good. I am sure if would have felt better had I not been so nervous and overthinking it, but it still felt good. And then I hit a point when the head of his dick was about half-way in, where everything sort of stopped. I rose up and pushed down again, but I could quite get the angle right and my ass didn’t seem to want to open any more. I was on the verge of stopping, disappointed with myself, when Mitch reach up and touched my face.

“Push out. Trust me.” He said.

I was red, hot, breathing heavily and I was starting to sweat. I pushed out, trusting this wonderful guy who had already given me so much. Everything seemed to relax and open up and suddenly the head of his cock had popped inside me. I let out a long breath, and I giggled.

“It’s in!” I said, feeling like a kid who had just done something great for the first time.

Mitch giggled too. He thrust up with his hips and his cock slid deeper inside me, taking my breath away. I gasped, clenched, and then relaxed and sank down on him, taking him all the way. “Now it’s in” Mitch said with another little giggle. He grabbed me and pulled me down and we kissed.

Mitch reached back and cupped my buttocks, lifting me slightly. I took the hint and rose up, then fell down. Then up, then down. I followed Mitch’s lead, fucking myself onto his cock as it slid up and down my rectum. I was hardly breathing, every fibre of me focussed on that feeling of my anus stretched out and sliding up and down his shaft.

I got quicker. I was sweating a lot now and panting in shallow breaths. This was awesome and I was so sexually charged I just wanted more and more and more. Mitch thrust up with his hips and fucked me in time as I rose and fell. I straightened my back, sitting upright, then leaning back a little, my hands reaching out behind me and grabbing Mitch’s legs for balance.

As I bounced on top of Mitch like his personal whore, he took hold of my cock and played. If I had been in heaven before, now I was in ecstasy. My ass was open, my ring well lubed and gripping his shaft. My cock was like a rock, standing up and out and drooling precum into a pool on Mitch’s belly.

“Oh god I’m going to come!” I exclaimed, bouncing up and down faster and faster as I knew I had reached that point where there was no turning back. That feeling built slowly but inexorably. I thought I would come right there, but it took ages. The feeing in my cock and groin spread inside me like a warm liquid. I bounced and bounced, and I thrust forward too, fucking Mitch’s fists. I was almost there……almost there…….

Then Mitch’s cock seemed to grow and grow inside me. I felt the head expand deep inside me and my eyes grew wide. I felt the pressure building at the base of his cock and suddenly he fucked up against me and shot hot wet juices inside me.

That throbbing pushed me over the edge. I sent wads of cum flying over Mitch as I cried out. “Ahhhhhh”. I didn’t know what was happening. I had never cum like this. My hole was hot and stretched and felt awesome, the cock inside me was still twitching and sending waves of hot energy through me, and Mitch continued to stroke my cock as it pulsated.

Eventually our orgasms were done and I fell forward, hot and dazed and sweaty. I could hardly catch my breath but that didn’t stop Mitch from planting a massive open mouthed kiss on me. We kissed through our aftershocks, then we hugged and cuddled and smooched.

I giggled. I couldn’t believe I had done that. It had been so good, so much fun. It hadn’t hurt or been uncomfortable, it was just wonderful. I didn’t want it to end. Mitch giggled too. I nibbled his ear and whispered “Gelato” and he laughed, his softening cock jiggling in my ass and setting me off.

“You’re supposed to say that earlier in the proceedings!” He explained through tears of laughter. “But I’m glad you didn’t”.

“I’m glad too. You’re so good at this. Thank you…… that was……”

“Don’t thank me. “ he said, interrupting me. “If anything I should thank you. It’s quite a privilege, being your first. And we can do this any time you like.” He shuffled underneath me a bit, pulling his cock from my hole. A small amount of his cum leaked out and I could feel it running down my thigh. He pulled me down so I was laying on my side next to him.

“Tomorrow I’ll show you some stuff about being a bottom. Show you the ropes.” He caressed my face and I loved it. “You were awesome, to say it was your first time. Tight, hot, passionate…… I could grow quite attached to Aiden the twink from the street!”

We both giggled and kissed some more.

“Will you stay?” He asked.

“I…….I don’t know…..” I said. I was confused. Yesterday I was beaten up and a tenth of an inch from being raped. Today I was warm and had given myself for the first time to some guy I had just met.

A hot, cute, awesome guy, I reminded myself.

I giggled again and Mitch asked me what was so funny. “Yesterday” I said “I thought this place was fiction. Today I have lost my long-held virginity in one of its rooms with one of its workers…… my head is spinning.”

Mitch kissed me again, he ran his fingers through my hair and held me close. When he broke free he said “I know how you feel. I’ve been there. But this isn’t fiction. It’s real. Don’t go back. Stay. Stay and make love to me whenever you want.” And he kissed me again.

My heart was melting but there was an elephant in the room that needed to be addressed. “I don’t…… I don’t know if I…….”

“Can get fucked for money?” He finished for me. He giggled again. I loved the sound. “Sure you can” he said. “You just lie there and push your little bottom up.”

I laughed. “That wasn’t what I meant!” I said.

“I know.” He said, kissing me again. “But while I was joking, that’s what you do. Too many things in life are complicated. Sex isn’t. Men come here looking for hot, passionate sex with guys they can’t otherwise have. They pay a lot of money to do what we just did for fun. Some of them are crappy. Some of them are mind-blowing. Most are somewhere in between. You lie there, enjoy it, and get rich. It’s no more complicated and no less enjoyable.”

“You’re quite the philosopher” I said. “Do you really make lots of money? And can you really come and go as you please.”

“Since Blue took over almost two years ago, we all live here and we do whatever we like. I live like a prince, for fuck’s sake! I have enough cash saved to buy my own place outright!”

“So why don’t you……?” I asked, confused.

Mitch chuckled and kissed me and we stopped talking for a while as we cuddled and touched and smooched.

“I love what I’m doing, Aiden. It’s the best job in the world. And I intend to take advantage of it while people still think my body is something worth paying for. And I like it here…. The people are great. I have friends. I’m well looked after. I….. I don’t want to leave. Really. And no, Master Connor didn’t tell me to say that!”

I smiled as he anticipated my question. As we lay there in silence, our hands absentmindedly exploring one another, I thought about my first sex. Was all sex like that? I wondered. I could get used to that. I compared it to living rough, to be cold and wet and hungry and dirty and smelly……. Yeah, I could get used to it.

“Maybe I will stay….” I said softly, more to myself than anything.

Mitch snuggled into me. “Mmmmm good” he said sleepily. “Now shut up and cuddle me. I’ll show you some more tomorrow.” There was a long pause in which I felt as warm and secure as I have ever felt in my life.

“And I reserve the right to fuck you again tomorrow” he said and he yawned. “Me and you are gonna have a lot of fun, Aiden. A lot of fun…..” And he trailed off, his head resting against my shoulder.

My cock twitched and my ass felt pleasantly hot and used.

I figured Mitch might be right.

To be continued.