The Lost Boys Emporium

A young lad looked up and down the alley. The sun had almost finished setting, so the shadows of junk, garbage cans and dumpsters were long. It was no longer raining, but the air felt like it could rain at any time. There was a dampness about it.

There were no signs of pursuit. He took a run up and leapt to the bottom rung of the fire escape ladder and scrambled up before pausing. He waited. Listened. It was still quiet. No boots on the ground and no voices. He deftly climbed the ladders to all the way to the fifth floor, almost to the roof.

He heard a sound from far below, out of place in an early evening alleyway. He paused again, hugged the iron, keeping himself still and small. Someone was walking.

“Anything?” Came a call from the other end of the alley.

“No. Lost him. Little bastard can’t have gone far though.”

“You’d be surprised. Fucking street urchins get everywhere. Like cockroaches. Shame though. I was hoping to show that one what I do to boys who listen at keyholes.”

The lad rolled his eyes. He knew exactly what would befall him if he was caught. A friend of his was captured a few months back. That boy never survived the ordeal and, from what was left of him, the word ‘ordeal’ seemed woefully insufficient. The lad shuddered to remember. There had been blood everywhere. From every orifice. It was horrible.

The fire escape was a series of ladders and very small, narrow platforms. It was an old, rusty iron construction in a poor part of town that looked like it could give way at any moment. The lad was part way up a ladder, half-way between two narrow, plank-like platforms. He shifted his body to one edge of the ladder. From below, with most of the view obscured by the platforms and his child’s thin body at one edge of the ladder, he hoped he would be invisible if anyone looked up. It was getting dark now anyway.

The two men met in the alley right under the place where the lad had started his climb. One of them kicked a dumpster that was overflowing with garbage bags. He swore loudly. “The boss won’t be happy.”

“Maybe the boss doesn’t need to know.” The other guy said. He kept his vice low, but the lad had sharp ears and he heard every word. “After all, we don’t know if that little shit heard anything he shouldn’t have.”

“Bullshit!” The first guy spat. “He heard too much and you know he did.” There was a pause. “But yeah, let’s keep this between me and you. I’m enjoying life too damn much to go swimming with a pair of concrete shoes, if you know what I mean.”

Maybe it was because it was old and in a state of disrepair, maybe it was the weight of the boy, maybe it was just bad luck, but something gave on the fire escape at that moment. It shuddered and there was a loud clang. The lad held on for dear life. His heart raced as adrenaline flooded his young body. He managed to say quiet. He froze. The vibrations running through the old ironwork subsided.

“What the fuck!” Said the first guy.

“He up there?” asked the second. Both men shifted their positions in the alley, looking up and searching the fire escape for signs of the lad.

“I can’t see shit” one of them said. “You got a flashlight?”

“Nah…. I got nothing.” The other replied. “I can’t see either. Doesn’t look like it. Let’s get outta here before this pile of shit falls on us.”

“Okay, okay.” The other said. “But I swear, I see that kid again and I will butcher him. After I’ll have a little fun, of course!” The other guy laughed. Their voiced receded into the evening as they walked together back down the alley.

The lad breathed a huge sigh of relief. His arms and legs were tired and sore from holding this position for so long, but he was disciplined. He held on a little longer just to make sure this wasn’t a trap. When he was sure the men had gone, he scampered up the rest of the fire escape to the roof of the building. He darted along a well-trodden path over the roofs, across narrow plank bridges and finally down a rope to the terraced roof garden of a dirty little bar frequented by the lowlifes of this fair city. He looked around, spied the man he was supposed to meet and walked as casually as he could to the other side of the terrace.

The man was seated, his feet resting on a three-legged stool, his arm on the table. There was an untouched glass of some golden brown liquid. The man’s wide-brimmed hat was pulled low and to any casual inspection he appeared asleep. The lad knew better.

“Blue is the colour” the boy said quietly as he approached.

The man took his feet from the stool and pushed his hat back in one single movement. “And lost are the boys” he said. The man nodded and the young lad sat opposite him.

“You have something for me?”

“I do, old man. But I need to get outta here now. I was spotted and chased. Barely got out. They saw my face, man. They wanna cut me up and worse, you know?”

The man nodded. “You want me to find you a safe haven, lad?”

“Nah. I got this. I have a place where I can lay low. I’ll be back, but I ain’t gonna move until you sort this lot out. You are gonna do that, aren’t you, old man?” He said.

“What have you got for me?” The man asked, avoiding the question. The truth was, he needed a lot more information before he could sort anything out. Something wasn’t right and he had his suspicions, but he wasn’t sure and he had no real information to work with.

The lad explained how he had tailed one of the men they had been following to a secret location. How he had broken into the old warehouse and made his way to an internal office. How he had listened at the door.

“That’s a good job, kid.” The man said. He took a wedge of bank notes from his pocket and counted out three and placed them on the table. “What did you hear?”

The lad recounted as much of the conversation as he could. The man sat forward, listening intently. As the lad finished his story, he took he hat off and placed it on the table. He wiped a hand over his forehead and sighed heavily.

“You sure they said the name Pauli?”

“Yes, several times.”

“And they said they have eight boys ready?”

“Yes, eight. They were very clear about that. And that they’d be ready when they got the last four.”

“And you’re certain about the location?”

“The basement of the old Standard Bank building. Yes. Makes sense, too. They have cages down there for cash trolleys and safe deposit boxes. It’d be a good place to turn into a holding pen, if that’s what you wanted.”

The man smiled a little. “You’ve done me a service today, lad. Why not let me find a safe place for you? You’re in danger until my organisation works out what to do about this…..situation.”

“No. You promised.” The lad said, louder now. “I get to go my own way!”

The man held up his hand. “I know. I know” he said. “And I won’t go back on my word. Here….” And he counted out ten more of the bank notes. The lad’s eyes went wide, but he snatched up the cash without comment and stashed it in his dirty shirt.

“You know how to reach me?”

“Yeah, I know. Usual drop box and wait twenty-four hours?”

The man nodded. “And you’ll look after yourself? I mean properly? You get caught and they’ll kill you, you know that?”

“I know it better than you, old man!” The lad said with a smile.

The man smiled. He’d paid this young lad for information before. He was skinny, small, quick. He had a bright mind. He always came up with the goods. For a kid who knew nothing except the streets and hard times, he was an infectiously happy boy. The man suspected he was older than he made out, too, but he wasn’t about to pry and lose a great contact.

“Here” the man said. “A spur of the moment bonus if you promise me you’ll lay low and take no risks.” He counted out another two notes.

The boy snatched up the cash and winked. “Don’t forget your promise to me old man. These bastards need dealing with. What they did to my friend….. it wasn’t normal, y’know?”

The man nodded. The lad turned to leave but the man had a sudden pang of worry. He couldn’t let this boy go without some way of finding him quickly. It went against everything he had learned, but this kid had taken a big risk for him tonight.

“Hey, kid.” he said.

The boy turned back. “What now?”

“I know they call you the Shadow of the Streets and that you consider yourself untouchable.” He smiled warmly. The boy smiled back and winked. “But I’m old and I worry. If you find yourself in hot water and you need me urgently you find your way to this address…..” He handed the boy a card. “….and you ask for Master Connor.”

The lad looked at the card. “How’d you know I can read?”

“I know” the man replied quickly.

“You this Connor guy?”

“I am Master Connor, yes.”

“And you’re from Lost Boys? For real?”

“Yes, I’m from Lost Boys. For real.” He smiled broadly. “You sure you don’t want a place a lie low?”

“I’m all good. I’m not being forced to sell my body for no-one.”

“Hmm….. that isn’t what we do…..”

“I ain’t being tricked by no-one, old man. Thanks for this, though. I’ll keep your secret.”

And like a shadow, he was gone.

Connor sat back. He placed his feet back on the stool and rubbed his eyes with his good hand. The lad had no idea, but he’d just delivered the worst possible news. Put together with the spree of especially violent murders and the rise in aggression around the docks and in the poorer parts of town, it was bad news through and through.

After several minutes of deep thought, he raised his hand a little. Almost immediately a young man was at his side.

“I will need to meet Blue tonight. With Master Johns. Send my apologies but tell them it’s urgent. Be especially careful as you make your way to the house. In fact, go a different route this time. Tell them I believe I know what’s going on and it’s trouble. You understand?” The young man nodded and rushed away.

Connor spent a little time just sitting and thinking before he stood and made his way out. He knew there was a party today at the main house, nothing too fancy but a series of birthdays in the crew had spiralled into a desire for some celebration. Blue would be frustrated at being interrupted. He’d be more frustrated when he heard about Pauli and eight boys. Pauli, Connor thought to himself. Now there’s a name I haven’t heard in a while.

Connor wandered the streets by a circuitous route to where his car waited, where he was to rendezvous with his driver. As he approached he noticed the driver’s door was open. As he got closer he could see crimson smears on the window. A dark puddle on the floor under the one door. He approached the car and his heart sank. His driver was slumped forward in his seat, his throat brutally hacked, his blood spattered up the windshield and across the dash.

Connor was about to turn and walk away when the cold sharpness of a knife pressed against the back of his neck.

“Well, well, well.” A deep, gravely voice. “Master Connor of the Lost Boys Emporium, I presume?”

Connor turned slowly. There was a big guy, muscled, a real brute of a man. The guy doing the talking was a smaller, thinner, standing to one side. He cocked his head over his shoulder and Connor looked past these two to where another big guy held the young street lad, the informant from earlier, by his hair. Connor could see even at this distance that the boy’s face was bruised and his mouth taped. His hands and feet were bound too.

“I figured it was the Emporium, making my life difficult.” The man said. “Emporium security down at the docks and some mysterious one-handed guy picking off my people.” He chuckled. “We’ll have a bit of fun talking with you and your young street urchin friend, here, about all sorts of things.” He grinned as the big guy’s fist struck Connor. That was the last thing he saw.

- - - - - - - - - -

Mitch and Billy had very kindly offered to collect me from my room. I had just enough time to get myself ready. I chose to wear the same outfit that I had shown off today. I just felt it looked so good and I wasn’t sure I could piece together something so amazing from all of the other clothes now hanging in the wardrobes of the room I was using.

I felt vain, staring at myself in the mirror and thinking I looked hot. But I couldn’t help it. For the first time ever I felt like I looked amazing, not just good, but amazing. The hair, the clothes, even the makeup. My skin felt wonderful and my whole body felt great after the massages and steam and everything. I looked down at my nails. They were unpainted, but they had never looked so good. The ingrained dirt around the edges was gone, as were the uneven burrs where I had bitten them.

Mitch popped his head around the door. “You ready, gorgeous?” He asked with his customary broad grin. I looked over at him somewhat nervously. I met his gaze, those pretty green eyes. I really noticed his eye makeup for the first time. It was subtle, but it made all the difference. He had styled his blonde hair into a mess for tonight and he was fitted out in a leather harness over his bare chest, green flashes of colour matching his eyes. He also wore tight fitting leather trousers that sat low on his waist. It showed off a lot, but it was a hot look.

“I like…. that!” I said.

He chuckled. “This is me.” He said with a twirl. “I have a client tomorrow. A regular. He’ll want to lock me in the cage under my bed and then take me out to be petted, spanked and then fucked. Such is my life” he said as he fluttered his eyelashes. I could see he loved it. He flushed a tiny bit red as he was talking, not from embarrassment but from the thrill.

“I hope I enjoy tomorrow as much you’re obviously going to enjoy you client!” I said.

Billy pushed the door open wide. “Are you guys gonna stand around and chat all night, or are we going to go flirt with the boys?” He was smiling too. He’ already told me what he would be wearing, so I wasn’t surprised to find him in a very short pink skirt with fishnet stockings and matching pink top that was cut off to leave his midriff bare. It was very girlie, and I was surprised that I found it quite sexy.

Billy curtseyed and giggled at me. “Maybe you’ll buy a girl a drink and then I can come back here with you later? I might need a big strong dark-haired boy to help me out of my fishnets.” He winked at me and I blushed.

“Jesus Billy, you’re such a slut” said Mitch with a laugh.

“Rich coming from you!” Billy exclaimed. “Especially as you’ve already had a turn. Don’t be so selfish.”

I rolled my eyes. “Okay, okay, enough already!” I said in mock exasperation. “Maybe some big hunk will catch my eye at the party and I won’t have time for either of you”. It was a very uncharacteristic thing for me to say, but I got a thrill as I said it. It felt naughty. And nice.

Billy giggled. “I’m sure you’re going to quite popular, Aiden. You look great in your new gear. When word gets out that you’re a pink bottom, you might need me and Mitch to help you fight off the crowd of admirers.” He winked at me. “So don’t piss us off too much or we’ll leave you to fend for yourself!”

We made our way along the corridors and passageways of this enormous place, laughing and joking all the way, until we could hear loud music and laughter and people chatting ahead of us.

We rounded a corner right into a large open bar area that overlooked the gardens. There was a u-shaped drinks bar and couches and seating and lots and lots of people. The doors to the garden were open and while it was cool out there, at least it was dry.

One of the small groups saw us enter and someone called out. Everyone stopped and turned to look at us and I flushed a crimson colour as all eyes appeared to be on me.

“Mitch, will you do the honours?” Someone said.

Mitch leaned in close and said to me in a quiet voice, “This is your first outing, so it’s customary for you to be introduced.” He and Billy both took a step away from me and Mitch gestured toward me. “Ladies, Gentlemen, Lost Boys and Girls…… This is Aiden, one of the Collected. It is his desire to become a Lost Boy and to make our Emporium his home!”

There was a loud cheer and everyone tapped their glasses over and over. I remained bright red, not knowing what to do. I kind of half waved in an awkward way, and I smiled. That got another loud cheer.

Mitch spoke again. “On behalf of Aiden, thank you for that welcome. Now, let’s party!” There was another loud cheer, protracted this time, that resolved into what I assumed was the normal noise for a party. People were talking in groups, there was laughter, people were drinking. I had heard of such events, but I had never seen the like.

Billy had wandered off and he came back to us holding three ornate glasses with small umbrellas and fruit hanging off the side. “I thought we’d start easy with Emporiums” he said. I must have looked puzzled because he added, “That’s the name of the cocktail. It was created right here. It’s fruity with added salt and it slips down the throat nice and easy.” He said with a grin.

I took the glass and sipped. It was certainly fruity, but there was a kick of something more. “It’s strong!” I said, almost choking.

Billy laughed. “Yeah, it is strong!” He said. “Don’t have too many if you’re not used to drinking, okay?” I nodded. I figured one would be plenty. I was nervous enough as it was and I remained very well aware that I had a client tomorrow.

The next hour was a fun whirlwind of meeting new people, laughing, and taking it all in. For the first time in my life I found myself looking at certain young men and feeling attracted to them. Sex with Mitch and Tristan seemed to open a door that I couldn’t now close if I had wanted to. I felt like I had left the dirt, hunger and pain of street life far behind me, but I was always conscious that I had yet to officially earn my place here.

Tristan stopped by with some friends of his. He was very open about wanting to show me off to anyone who cared to listen. He was keen to tell his friend and the small group around us that he’d played the part of client and we’d enjoyed some time together. He was most vocal telling everyone how “damn good I was” and how I was going to be “the next big thing around here”. I seemed to be perpetually blushing. I wasn’t yet used to the open and easy way these people talked about sex but I had to admit, I was enjoying the attention especially since I had almost finished my Emporium cocktail.

Several young men came by to check me out and see what the fuss was all about. Two of them very openly ran their hands over me and stated quite flatly that they’d come find me soon, when I had settled in. The inference was very plain. I quietly asked Mitch if I had a choice in the matter and he laughed at me. “Of course you do!” He said. “They aren’t going to rape you. They want to fuck you!” He shook his head. “If you don’t want, just say. I promise you, no-one here will be offended, but they might spend a bit of time trying to convince you, especially if they really like you.”

I felt better after that. Less like prey. In fact later a couple of guys came to check me out together and with my newfound feeling of empowerment I felt like letting them take me away there and then. They were both totally gorgeous and they were both absolutely lovely to me. Mitch intervened, however, telling me he wanted to introduce me to some other people.

I smiled at him. “Jealous?” I asked, joking with him. I was a little surprised when you met my gaze square on and said simply, “Yes”. He winked at me and led me off to another group.

After maybe two hours of blissful enjoyment, by which time I was on cherry coke and feeling a little light headed, an urgent whisper swept through the assembled crew. “They’re here” is all I picked up.

Mitch led me to one side of the room and in a quiet voice he said “Some of the senior staff are joining us. They probably won’t stay for long, but Blue really likes to make sure everyone mingles at events like these.”

“Do I need to do or say anything different?” I asked, wondering if there was some protocol here I didn’t know about.

“No, no.” he said. “I just thought you should know as it always causes a stir, especially if Blue himself comes. We’ll see.”

Maybe a dozen new faces arrived. They were all smiles and they all seemed keen to get a drink and mingle. Another small group came in and I recognised Max and Lumare. Finally another large group filed into the room. It was crowded now, but I could feel the noise level drop and the energy change as the last three men entered. I had met each of them, the muscle guy from my first day, and Blue, and Blue’s incredibly handsome husband, Craig.

Blue looked around the room and our eyes met. He raised an eyebrow, said something to his muscled colleague, before leading Craig over to Mitch and me.

“Oh shit!” Mitch exclaimed. “Oh shit….. they’re coming here. Shit…shit..shit…”

It was really funny seeing Mitch lost for a second or two. Suddenly Blue, Master Jaimie, was there. “Hello, Aiden. And Mitch. Aiden I think you have met Craig. Mitch, have you…..?”

Mitch flushed red. “Er…no…. Sir….” He stammered. I sniggered. I couldn’t help it. Maybe it was the cocktail. Craig laughed.

“From what I have heard, you don’t embarrass easily Mitch. I don’t know how we have missed one another after all this time, but it’s a pleasure to meet you. And Aiden….. I see you have ben spending time with one of the stylists. From the attention to detail I’m thinking Max?”

It was my turn to blush again. “Yes, sir, er….. Master?” I said. I had no idea what I should call these people. Suddenly from behind me a deep, baritone voice said “He’s Craig. He’s Jaimie. I’m Jonno. It’s that simple. If you call me Master or Sir while I’m at a party I’ll put you over my knee.”

I turned sharply to see muscle guy standing behind me. He’d gone to fetch drinks for Jaimie and Craig. A lot had changed in the short time since I had seen this guy and now I looked at him, he sent a shiver up my spine. I knew from my time on the street that Jonno was a guy who could look after himself. There was nothing pretty about him, and he was older by far than Craig or Jaimie. While Craig was hot stuff, Jonno was unconventionally attractive and he radiated sex appeal.

Jaimie leaned closer to me. “He used to do that to me, too.” He said quietly. “If I were you, I’d call him Master and damn the consequences. You won’t be sorry.”

My eyes went wide and Jaimie winked. Craig hid a smile behind his glass. He hadn’t heard, I was sure, but he guessed what his husband had said to me. I looked back up at Jonno. I was sorely tempted, but I didn’t quite have the confidence yet. Jonno chuckled deeply and squeezed my bottom.

“Maybe next time.” He said softly, almost to himself.

We chatted for a little while. All three men seemed so nice, genuinely interested in me. It was a new feeling, being at the centre of attention in this way. Out of nowhere Jaimie said, “So, how do you feel now, Aiden. You’ve had you life turned upside down. How are you, really?”

My mouth hung open. I went to speak a few times but I didn’t know what to say. I had no doubt that Jaimie really wanted to know, was asking out of genuine concern and he wouldn’t be placated with “I’m good, thanks”. I felt I might burst into tears with the effort of trying to say something honest and authentic.

Jaimie broke the tension. “I’ll tell you what. I’ll introduce you to a friend of mine. He looks after the welfare of our crew. He’s one of my best friends and maybe it would do you good to chat with him sometime. You’ll just have to remember that he’s always late.”

Craig and Jonno chuckled at some in-joke. I smiled a smile of thanks at Jaimie. I knew he had seen me struggling and I was thankful for his support.

We chatted for a few more minutes, Jaimie’s entourage seemingly quite happy to keep Mitch and me company. A runner appeared and whispered in Jaimie’s ear. His blue eyes were suddenly fixed in a concerned stare.

“Jonno, we need to make an exit. Craig, would you join us?” The two men nodded. “Mitch, it was good to see you again. Aiden, you must be worried about tomorrow. Trust me: you have nothing to worry about. I look forward to seeing you again in a day or two. Now I must ask your forgiveness. Something’s come up. Enjoy yourselves!”

Jaimie turned to leave but I had one thing I needed to do before he left. “Sir!” I called after him. He stopped and turned and Mitch looked a little pale, wondering what I was doing. “I just….. just needed to say thank you once again. For earlier, in Max’s… shop? No-one has ever done that for me before. So….. thank you.”

Jaimie grinned. “That’s incredibly thoughtful and polite of you, Aiden. You’ll go far.” He said. “Let me tell you, it really was my pleasure. One the few things I’m still not used to is having money. I never had a coin to my name growing up. I remember how it felt when some hunk of man bought my first new outfit for me. I was over the moon. If I can pass that on in some small way…. well, then it’s a good day for us both.” He smiled again, a sheen of moisture in his eyes as he remembered receiving a package of cool new clothes and a wristwatch. He nodded, and the three men left.

Mitch gulped. “What was that….?” He asked quietly.

“I didn’t get around to saying anything earlier, but Jaimie came by Max’s today. He just stopped to see how I was, to say hello. He told Max to send him the bill for everything.” I said, still staring into the empty space that Jaimie had left behind.

“Wow……” Mitch said. “That guy…… you know, I wasn’t around before, but you hear stories. Since he took over….. he’s quite a guy.”

I nodded. As Billy and Juliano wandered over with fresh drinks for us. “So….er…. Tell me about that Jonno guy.” I said as casually as I could.

Billy giggled. “Met Master Jonno, have you? He’s a specimen of manhood, isn’t he? Rumour has it that his cock is as big as his arm.” He made a fake swooning motion. “God above, I’d love to know for sure.”

I giggled too. “Yeah, he made me go kinda tingly” I said, grinning.

Mitch rolled his eyes. “It’s like I’m not even here.” He said.

Juliano laughed too. “Master Jonno is also called the Enforcer. He used to run things with another guy, Pavel. I think you’ve heard of Pavel, Aiden. He’s Jaimie’s uncle, although neither of them knew that when they met.”

I remembered the story and my eyes went wide. “Oh! Yes!” I said, suddenly feeling like I knew something.

“Jonno acted as Jaimie’s Master, back when we all had a Master. But he was always the troubleshooter for the organisation. The rumour about his cock - which I have on good authority is true by the way - is nothing against the rumour of how tough he is. I was there at the old Chapter house when they reported to Jonno that Jaimie had been kidnapped. I can tell you, that man has a bitch of a temper and I wouldn’t get in the way of him if he were pissed off.”

We spent a long time discussing those times. People who were there came and added to the tale and I stood by and listened and took it all in. I was no stranger to violence, but the events of those few days seems like legend to me. It was certainly legend to these people. It was how they became the Lost Boys, born out of tragedy and hope. If anything, it made this fraternity all the more enticing to me.

I became tired and Mitch noticed. “Come on” he said. “You can barely keep your eyes open and I know you have a big day tomorrow.” He made his excuses to the assembled group. They all wished me well for tomorrow, which seemed strange to me in the extreme; “good luck as you get fucked by your first client”. It made me chuckle all the way back to the room.

Mitch kissed me goodnight at the door. “Don’t think I don’t want to come in” he explained. “Just….. I just think you need rest and to be ready tomorrow, that’s all.”

I kissed him on the cheek. “Thanks Mitch.” I said. “Thanks for being a good friend.”

Mitch actually blushed. He kind of waved and headed back down the corridor, and I watched him go before closing the door, stripping off, and jumping into bed. AsI lay there, naked, my thoughts turned to the big, muscled man who’d threatened to put me over his knee and spank me. I found my imagination running wild. I closed my eyes and played out a scenario where I went right ahead and called him Master. In my imagination I was helpless as he stripped me, bent me over his knee, and spanked my bare bottom.

I took my cock in my fist and slowly moved up and down as I thought about Master Jonno’s fingers wandering into my crack as he spanked me. I thought about how he would rub my red cheeks and stray to my hole, touching me, pushing his finger against my opening before spanking me again. In my mind everyone watched as his finger slid into me…… it was at that point that my muscles spasmed and I shot my load over my hand and belly.

I lay there, my eyes closed, my heart rate slowly returning to normal. I’d like to try that one day, I thought to myself. Within a minute or two I had drifted off to sleep, my dreams peppered with muscular men with huge penises.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

There was a knock on the door. My stomach knotted immediately and my pulse went into overdrive. I forced my legs to move and placed one foot in front of the other. I got to the door, opened it.

“Hello, Sir” I said with a nervous smile.

The man in front of me was an older guy, maybe late fifties. It was hard to tell as even fully clothed I could tell he kept himself in good shape. He was taller than me, with light blue eyes and a full head of gray hair. It was cropped close at the sides and swept into a slightly longer side parting on top. He was clean shaven with chiseled features. He wore trousers and shirt with a casual bomber jacket. His shoes were perfectly polished.

“May I….?” He said with a smile. I realised I was blocking the door and quickly stood back to let the man inside. I closed the door behind him.

“Thank you” he said. He studied me, looking at me intently from head to toe and back again. I was wearing a white t-shirt and grey joggers, something Mitch suggested. Comfortable and easily removed, he had said. They were his, on loan. I had nothing on my feet and I wasn’t wearing makeup now either. I can’t really explain why, but I wanted this first encounter to be me, with no mask of makeup or flashy clothing. I had even removed the pendant and set that in my bedside drawer.

“Take off the t-shirt” the man instructed. His voice was soft and there was a slight hesitance about the way he spoke. He hadn’t done this before, or at least not often, and I could tell.

I peeled the t-shirt off and over my head. I dropped it on the floor beside me. The man came over and with warm, soft hands he touched my chest. He explored me, caressing my torso and running his hands over my naked shoulders and arms. It made me shiver with excitement.

“Now take off the joggers” he said. He was a little more insistent now. More authoritative. He’d seen some of what was on offer, touched it, and he wanted more.

I stuck my thumbs into the waistband of the tracksuit pants and slowly pushed them down until they were around my ankles. The man paced around me, watching as I bent over. I was wearing a white jockstrap, open at the back, so when he paused behind me as I was bent right over I knew what had captured his attention. I slowly stepped out of the joggers and kicked them to one side, and equally slowly stood back upright.

The man continued to pace around me. He fondled my bottom, grabbing a handful of my ass and then allowing his hand to slide around to cup my slight package out in front. Through the nerves I was turned on and my erection was already straining at the fabric of my underwear.

“Good” he said. He casually took off his jacket and threw it over the back of the armchair in my room. He knelt on the carpet and unlaced his shiny black shoes before kicking them off. Next he unbuttoned his shirt, taking his time and watching me through every action. He tossed the shirt with his jacket.

The man’s body was impressive. He had a thick mat of grey chest hair covering defined pecks. He didn’t have a conventional six pack, but his torso was toned and his arms looked strong.

“Come and remove my pants” he said.

“Yes, sir” I said, remembering Tristan’s advice to respond more often and to be as submissive as possible.

I took a few steps toward him and sank to my knees in front of him. I unfastened his belt, then his button, then unzipped his fly. The trousers slid down his legs to his ankles leaving his dark blue briefs on show. I toyed with the idea of taking hold of the man, maybe pulling his underwear down, but I figured I should remove the pants first and do as instructed.

I had him step out of the pants and I folded them, and placed them on the armchair.

“Bend over the bed” the man said. I moved quickly to obey and only remembered to say “Yes, sir” at the last minute. I stood by the bed and leaned over onto it. The man knelt behind me, but he didn’t yet touch me. He just kelt, and looked, the anticipation driving my crazy.

I felt his hands on my buttocks, pushing them apart. I felt his breath on my hole as he moved his face closer and then finally, his tongue. He fixed his mouth to me and gently, slowly moved his tongue around, rimming my anus. I took a deep breath.

The man toyed with me, kissing my bottom, my hole, using just the tip of his tongue to tickle at my entrance. It wasn’t the full-on, confident eating out that I’d had before, but it was nice. Better than nice. And I could tell the man was growing in confidence as he found I would do as instructed without question, and I was clean, and he was enjoying it.

He pulled away from me, his hands still fixed to my buttocks. I pushed my ass out a little, ready for more.

“You want my cock inside you, boy?” The man asked.

I was taken aback. I hadn’t really prepared for conversation. I admit, I really wanted his cock by this time, but I wasn’t sure I should just come out and say that. I paused for too long.

“I insist on being answered immediately.” He said. He got up. I dared not move and I wondered how I could make things better. I heard him fumble with his clothing over on the armchair and I wondered if he was dressing to leave. I was about to speak when I heard the unmistakable sound of a belt being whipped out of his pants.

“We’ll start with five strikes. You may apologise after.” He said. I heard the leather being folded and then whack! The belt struck the back of my legs. I flinched and cried out from the shock, but quickly realised that while it stung a little, I wasn’t really in pain.

The man struck me a further four times on my bottom and my thighs. I diligently flinched and cried out softly each time. The man placed the belt on the bed and I could see he had folded it a couple of times, leaving it short. I breathed a sigh of relief. He was unlikely to really hurt me with that.

“Now, boy. What do you say?”

My response was immediate. “I am sorry, sir. I didn’t mean to hesitate.” I paused for a beat before adding “I’m new to this sir and my silly brain was still thinking about your tongue on me, sir. I’m sorry.”

“You enjoyed my tongue, did you?” He asked, his voice less stern. He was suddenly interested.

“Oh, yes sir!” I said, over emphasising. “It was wonderful sir. You must be very experienced to make it so good for me.” I hid a little smile. I knew he wasn’t experienced at all, but I was getting into this role play now.

The man reached out and caressed my buttocks where the belt had struck. He made a soothing noise. He allowed his hand to drift down between my legs and he caressed my scrotum still hidden away under the jockstrap.

“Stand and remove your underwear. I want to see you naked.”

I immediately stood. I slowly slid my jockstrap down my legs and kicked them to one side. I stood upright, my anus feeling wet from the man’s saliva and my cock standing upright. I could feel my own heartbeat throbbing in my cock. There was something about being treated as a little whore that I was finding incredibly intoxicating. After years of actively avoiding being fucked, I found it amusing that I couldn’t now get enough.

The man placed his hands on me. He ran them all over my body, even crouching down to touch my thighs, knees and calves. He grasped my bottom and allowed his fingers to explore between my cheeks, never quite touching where I really wanted it though. He cupped my balls and he examined my penis, pulling back my foreskin and gently rubbing his thumb around the head, lubricated by the bead of precum that was leaking from me.

I moaned very softly and quietly, which seemed to please him.

“You enjoy being touched?” He asked.

“Yes sir.” I replied, all breathy and submissive.

“And kissed?”

“Y...yes, sir”

The man stood and without warning he placed his mouth on mine. He forced his tongue into my mouth and began to kiss me. I responded as quickly as I could, opening my mouth and trying to explore his tongue with mine. I’m sorry to say he wasn’t a very good kisser. He was too firm, his tongue darting in and out of my mouth far too quickly, and he seemed intent on opening and closing his mouth like a goldfish. There was little that was sensuous about it. It was like kissing a robot.

He seemed to enjoy himself immensely, however. I could feel the bulge in his underwear growing and getting harder and his hands were growing hot and clammy.

He pulled away. “Turn and bend over the bed again, boy” he instructed. He was trying to be masterful but the passion and lust in his voice betrayed him. I turned quickly and resumed my position. He grabbed the lube from my bedside table and smeared far too much into my crack and began to slip a finger inside me. His hand was shaking with almost uncontrollable desire.

His fingering was better than his kissing. He probed me deeply with first one finger, then two. He twisted them around inside me, making me moan for real. The amount of lube made it easy for his fingers to slip and slide around and I was loving it.

Suddenly he removed them. He could hold himself in check no longer. I heard the tell-tale sound of underwear being tugged down, not even all the way, and then I felt the head of his cock pushing against my entrance.

I arched my back and took a deep breath and I pushed back to meet him. I realised I had been less vocal than I should have been, so I threw in “ooooh sir” as his head popped past my sphincter. His cock was fairly small and he’d used plenty of lube and given me a good fingering, so it was easy getting it inside me.

He bent right over me, his arms hooked under mine and folded back to grip my shoulders. His mouth was right next to my ear and I could feel his breath and here his tiny moans of pleasure. He kissed and nibbled my ear when he remembered, which wasn’t often.

He thrust from the hips, sliding his cock all the way into me, then pulling back before going again. It was rhythmic, uninspiring, even dull. I pushed back and whimpered in an attempt to get him to put a bit more effort in, even wiggling around, but this was as good as I was going to get. It wasn’t terrible, but after Tristan and Mitch, it wasn’t exactly adventurous.

I closed my eyes and concentrated on his shaft sliding into me. It was amazing to me that I had denied myself that feeling for so long. I pretended it was Mitch inside me and as my fantasy grew, Mitch was replaced by Tristan and very quickly he was replaced by that big, muscled hunk of a man, Jonno. Precum was literally drooling from my cock now, the combination of skin on skin in my hole and my fertile imagination making me need to finish.

My fantasy was broken when the man cried out “Oh god, I’m coming!” His thrusts became more robotic and for a full two minutes he repeated that phrase over and over, gradually slowing, gradually making his strokes more shallow, until finally I felt a few tiny pulses as he shot his load inside me.

“Ooohhhhhh.” He sighed, collapsed over my back. I could feel and smell his perspiration. For him, that had been a magnificent event. He had conquered a young guy, touched him, fucked him to orgasm. In his own mind he was the mighty client, triumphant. I couldn’t do anything to disabuse him of that notion no matter how false.

“Oh, sir.....” I said in a soft voice. “I have never been.....taken.....like that before!” I smirked a little. I had chosen my words carefully, which I was quite pleased about, and still told the truth. I had certainly never been taken like that.

The man pulled his already soft cock from my ass and instructed me to remain. He wanted to see me as he dressed, he said. He quickly got back into his clothes and before he left and touched me, slipping a thumb into my loosened, cummy hole. I moaned. That was actually quite nice and I wondered briefly if he was going to finished me.

Then the thumb was gone. There were footsteps on the carpet, the door opened and closed, and that was it. Done. My first client - beta list client - was serviced.

I slumped down onto the bed, my hole feeling warm and used. I slid from the bed to the carpet, my cock still hard and dripping. I grasped it, closed my eyes, and resumed my fantasy. I reached down with my free hand and touched my hole, using my finger to rub the man’s leaked cum into my ring and then sliding in up to the first knuckle. I was loose after having been fucked, but not gaping. My hole felt wonderfully warm and soft and wet.

I shifted position, turning my body so that my legs were propped up on the bed while I lay on my back on the floor. That gave me a better angle to grasp my butt cheek and slide my middle finger in and out of my little boy pussy as I stroked myself. I felt the familiar heat in my groin of my orgasm building. I squeezed my eyes shut. I remembered the man smacking me with his belt and my nervous, sexual feeling as he instructed me to strip. I felt his fingers inside me even though it was mine. I was breathing quickly now, quick and shallow, almost there.

Suddenly I wanted to taste myself. I felt horny like never before. Horny and naughty and experimental. I shuffled so that more of me was close to the bed and I let my legs fall back over my shoulders. I looked up, my drooling cock right over my face. I opened my mouth wide and squeezed my eyes shut again. I resumed my fantasy let that heat build in my groin.

“Ah….ah…..ah” I moaned with an open mouth. And then it was there, the rush and spasm. My hole pulsated around my finger and my cock pumped wet, salty-sour juices into my mouth and over my face and neck.

I let go of my cock and slid my finger from my hole. Exhausted, I let my arms relax on the carpet to either side. My face was covered in my own cum and I could taste myself in my mouth. After a few seconds I giggled. That had been new. New, and fun, and naughty.

I swung my legs off the side of the bed and got to my feet. I looked in the mirror and grinned at the sight of my own cum running down my cheek, dripping in thick strands from my chin, and on my lips. I licked them tentatively. It was okay.

God, I thought. I hope they let me stay! I knew my beta list client wasn’t exactly wonderful, but it just made me curious about how good a real client might be. I asked myself if I could do this sometimes twice a day and my balls answered that question for me: Fuck, yeah!

I sighed. It was out of my hands now. I turned away from the mirror and went to shower.

- - - - - - - - - - - - -

Connor came around again. Everywhere hurt to one degree or another.

He was tied securely to a sturdy wooden chair, legs bound to the uprights and his arms tied tightly behind his back. He had experimented but Connor wasn’t a stupid man. He wasn’t going anywhere without help.

He had spent an hour, maybe two, being interrogated by the thin man and two of his more burly colleagues. He had been slapped, punched and kicked. His face felt bruised and swollen and his stomach and chest ached badly.

He was in some kind of cell, possible a money cage in the basement of that bank he’d heard about. Dirty sheets had been tied up at the bars so he didn’t have a view of his surroundings, but he occasionally heard what he believed to be young voices, distant but not too far away.

He shook his head to clear it, regretted that, and tried instead to blink away the fog.

There was a loud groan of metal-on-metal as the entrance to his cage was opened. He heard footsteps and shuffling from behind, then the door was slammed shut again. Shut, but not locked, Connor noticed.

The young lad was thrown physically into the corner of the cell in Connor’s line of sight. He was still tied, so he fell roughly, crumpled into a heap on the floor. One of the rougher looking men walked over to the table that stood just off the wall. The thin man had sat casually on that as he asked his questions. He had left the cell frustrated, having learned nothing.

Connor had been through pain. He’d experienced fear and been near death. Moreover, he was fierce in his loyalty to the Emporium and especially to young Master Jaimie, the young man who’d given him a second chance even though Connor had failed him, who’d given him this new role of Collector and Spy and given him new purpose. No, it would take more than being beaten half to death for Connor to share his secrets. He’d rather die.

The big man chuckled. “I gotta admit” he said, his voice deep and gruff. “I appreciate your stones, man. I mean, you really know how to hold out. The boss is pissed.”

The lad in the corner made a sound and the big guy casually sauntered over to him and stuck the boot in.

“I fucking hate these little bastards.” He confided to Connor. “Dirty thieving little fuckers, all of ‘em. Always trouble.” He paused and went to kick the boy again, but stopped short, just teasing. He laughed as the lad flinched. “Still, they’re good fun when you catch one. Know what I mean?”

Connor made a “huh” sound. He looked up. “Big man” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

The man grabbed Connor face with one hand, his grip like a vice. He squeezed. “Don’t fuck with me” he growled. Connor remained passive despite the pain. Finally he blinked and the guy let go, pushing Connor’s head back.

“Don’t worry man. I know you won’t spill. Not like that. But the boss has gone and it’s just me here now. I had myself an idea. Maybe you won’t get all conversational to protect your own skin, but I wondered how much I could lubricate that jaw of yours if you were protecting this little fucker.” He stalked across to the lad, grabbed him his hair and lifted him to a standing position, pushing him forward and displaying him to Connor.

“I wonder what it’d take.” The man said. “Maybe I just need to slap him about a bit” he offered before sending a hard backhander into the boy’s face, sending him flying back into the wall.

Connor remained passive. Internally he was seething, furious, but right now there was nothing he could do.

The man seemed to anticipate Connor’s lack of response. He picked the boy up again, brought him close. The lad’s eyes were wide, his breathing heavy. He had duct tape over his mouth, so he couldn’t speak. Connor wondered how defiant he’d be if could. He looked in the lad’s eyes. He looked defiant, that was for sure.

The man brought the boy’s head close to Connor. He licked the side of the boy’s face. “Maybe there’s another way I can use the boy?” He said. “He wouldn’t be the first youngster I took off the street. Trouble is, at this age they’ve only got one use in ‘em, you know? But they’re disposable, I guess. And I don’t mind a little mess if you don’t.” He chuckled and brought the boy back to the middle of the room, his feet shuffling on the dusty concrete floor. “Man, I gotta tell you….. the last one. Wow! We had bodily fluids all over the damn place!” He tipped his head back and laughed.

Connor was worried. If this guy was alone, there was no telling what he might do. On the other hand, maybe there was an opening here that Connor could exploit.

“Oh yeah, man. I shoulda known what it was gonna be like when the boy pissed himself. Scared half to death, he was. I like ‘em like that. Not as good as when they’re feisty, but when the terror takes them it’s a pleasure to behold.” He laughed again, and Connor noted the boy’s angry look. “He puked, he crapped himself….. and the blood…..! Man, it was everywhere. Who the fuck needs lube? These fuckers are self-lubricating! Ha!” He tipped his head back again and bellowed with laughter, finding himself hilarious even if no-one else did.

“But still” he went on. “Single use, when you take them like that. I think the light in that last one had snuffed out before I even finished.”

There was a pause in the gruesome commentary while the man untied the lad’s feet. As soon as his legs were free the boy stamped down hard on the man’s foot. He got a punch square to the belly for that, winding him badly. “Do something like that again and I’ll make you regret it. Play nice and maybe I’ll go gentle on you.” He said, unfazed by the boy’s attempt to do him harm.

Within a couple of minutes the lad’s hands were free. The man held the boy by the hair again and leered at Connor. He took the edge of the duct tape hat was covering the boy’s mouth and said “I think we take this off. It’s way more fun when you do them with the volume up, ya know?” He ripped the duct tape off leaving the lad’s mouth sore and red.

“Fuck you!” The boy spat. He man slapped him hard across the face, sending him to the floor.

“No, fuck you!” He said and laughed. He picked him back up and slapped him hard again, knocking him almost senseless. He grabbed the lad by the back of his top and pulled him up and deposited him slouch over the table. He took a knife and cut away his top, ripped the last part off and leaving the lad bare chested. He got to work right away on the lad’s pants unit the lad lay crumpled on the table in only a pair of old boxers that looked like a size or two too big.

Connor flexed. He was furious. He couldn’t move, but he was’t about to sit by and let this man rape the boy to death.

“What’s your point?” Connor said with a shrug. He worked hard to keep his voice normal, no sign of the inner turmoil he felt right now. “I don’t know the kid and I owe him nothing. Do him. Am I supposed to care?”

The man glanced from the boy back to Connor. For a split second he seemed unsure before he grinned. “Hey, you can’t play that one on me!” He said.

Connor stole a glance at the boy. He hoped the lad knew what he was doing. He hoped the lad would stay down until there was a good chance. Connor trusted that this was a good kid, streetwise and smart. It’s all he had.

“I’m not playing anything” Connor said. “I use the homeless people all the time down here for a bit of information. I don’t even know this kid’s name. You think in my line of work I give a fuck what you do to him? Rather him than me, pal.” He shrugged again, glanced away in an attempt to look disinterested.

The man growled. He grabbed the boy between the legs and bent down over him. “What about you, kid?” He sneered. “You feel the same way? Or you itchin’ to feel my cock inside you?”

Connor closed his eyes in relief when the boy said nothing. He just lay there, still.

“I get it though.” Connor said.

The man looked up at Connor. He grabbed the boy and turned him over roughly, grabbing the boy’s arms and stretching him out over the table. He stuck out his tongue and sneered at Connor as his slid one hand under the fabric of the lad’s boxers. “You get what, Emporium man?” He said, his voice low and dangerous.

Connor could see the man’s hand under the fabric as it snaked down between the lad’s bottom cheeks. He saw the lad flinch as the man found his hole and probed with a finger. He needed to act before it was too late.

“I mean, I get it.” Connor said. “It must be tough” he said.

The man withdrew his hand, frowning. He sniffed his finger and held it up for Connor to see and licked it . “What must be tough?” He asked.

“It must be tough when no-one wants to fuck you, so you have to take it out on little boys.” Connor said.

The man laughed. “Fuck you, man” he said. He roughly grabbed a handful of the lad’s ass and squeezed hard, hurting him. “I get plenty, whatever I want and when I want.”

“Yeah it looks like it.” Connor said with his own theatrical chuckle. I mean, it’s mighty big of you, fucking around with kids who can’t fight back. I dunno man…” he said, mimicking the man’s voice. “….maybe you just ain’t big enough to satisfy anyone with a bigger hole than a kid?” Connor laughed.

The man frowned and looked uncertain again. Connor could see this guy was hired muscle, not hired brain. He was gradually getting under his skin. But he needed to rile him more quickly.

“Maybe you’ll see how big I am when I stick this kid” the guy said angrily. I’ll make sure you get a close-up look as I spit this little fucker in two….”

Connor interrupted. “Yeah, yeah.” He said dismissively. “Remember, I was here when you said ‘don’t worry boss, I’ll make him talk’. How did that work out for you?” Connor threw the man a wink. “Split him in two!” He said. He spat. “You’re a fucking pussy. A pussy with kiddie issues.” Connor looked his captor square in the eyes. That was better. There was real rage building there now.

“You might be starting to piss me off.” The man said, his void now quiet. The calm before the storm. He pulled the lad closer to him, placed a big meaty hand on the flat of his back.

“You permitted to get pissed off without the boss around? I got the impression he didn’t give you voting rights. I can see why. You ain’t exactly firing on all cylinders, are you?”

The man said nothing. He glowered at Connor, his nostrils flaring. He started to unbuckle his belt.

Connor chuckled. “Tell you what. Ten points if you even manage to get it up. Ten more if it stays hard long enough to penetrate him.” he laughed heartily. It was a false laugh, but it was working. The guy stepped around the table.

“Ten points if you actually manage to make him moan. And you can’t tell him when it’s in if he doesn’t feel it himself. No cheating.” Connor continued to laugh as the man took an ominous step towards him.

“If you get to fifty points I’ll tell you anything you want to know. I reckon I’m safe though. I hear steroids cause… you know….. floppy issues” and now he really laughed.

The veins in the guy’s temples stood out. He crossed the floor in two strides and smashed his fist into Connor’s face. “You fuck” he growled, spittle flying from his mouth. He pulled his fist back and punched again. And again. Connor, somehow, managed to get out a final “floppy issues” before the guy’s fists were pummelling him and he lost track of reality. He took several fists to the chest, to his belly, and more to his face. He felt a crunch as his nose broke and he tasted the iron of his own blood in his mouth.

Connor’s chair tipped over backwards, so insane was this guy’s onslaught. As it hit the ground Connor had a second to look between the guy’s legs.

The table was empty. The Shadow of the Street was nowhere to be seen.

A veil drew across Connor’s vision. Darkness descended. 

To be continued.....

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