The Lost Boys Emporium

The young lad - the Shadow of the Streets - tucked himself into the gap in the wall and slumped, crouching down and hugging his knees.

He wore only his boxers and a light jacket that he stole as he made his escape from captivity. He was cold, his body ached from the beating he had taken and he was frightened to his core. He started to shiver. Try as he might, he mind refused to focus on anything. When he closed his eyes he experienced the punches and kicks he’d received when they’d first captured him and the beating he’d taken when they got to the bank. He felt himself being dragged into the man’s cell and he felt physically sick as he remembered the brute’s hands cutting away his clothing and touching his body.

And the attack on that man! The nauseating sounds of fist on flesh, over and over again, as the brute unleashed his anger. The crunch of bones rang in the lad’s ears. He’d seen fights on the street, of course, but nothing of that intensity.

He’d realised quickly what Master Connor of the Lost Boys Emporium was trying to do. The lad had noticed that the door to the cage was closed, but not locked and he figured Connor had seen that, too. The lad had been biding his time, they both had. That the man had risked so much to buy him an opportunity to run….. he had no words. No one had ever done so much for him with so little prospect of repayment.

At one point the lad had believed there would be no escape, that his young body would in fact be ravaged by that muscled gangster. He had fully expected to be raped to death then. His heart had slowed and he genuinely wondered if he might just will himself to die instead.

And then the man had intervened. He had ramped up his goading of the brute. Made him angry. The lad recalled sneaking very quickly out of the door, making his body move despite his pain. He was silent. They didn’t call him the Shadow for nothing. He reached the steps out of the basement and looked back as the man’s chair was tipped backwards. He’d never get the image out of his mind. The man’s face, the blood, the fury of the brute’s attack.

Then he had run. There was little security to avoid and he didn’t leave the building immediately, he ran upstairs. He found a window on the top floor and climbed to the roof and from there he crossed to one of his own hideouts, maybe two or three miles away. It was hard going through the cold and the pain and over rooftops. It was the most athletic run of his short life, fuelled by adrenaline.

Adrenaline and fear.

Emotion and exhaustion threatened to overtake him, but he took a hold of himself. He grabbed a dirty old blanket from his stash and he hunkered down in the gap. He needed sleep, rest, to heal and get his head straight.

It was a bitterly cold night. Bitterly cold, and he was bitterly hungry and in so much pain. Two or three times he managed to close his eyes and begin to drift away, but each time he found himself back in that basement, standing and staring as the brute pummelled the man with his bare hands. Each time he was startled awake just at the point the chair hit the ground.

As the first light of dawn began to chase away the grey of night, the boy sat up. He was far from refreshed. He looked himself over and found his stomach and chest were bruised heavily and he figured from the pain in his back that he was bruised there, too. His shoulder was swollen and painful and he was losing the use of his arm. Hs head ached. Actually, everything ached.

His plan had been to lay low on the outskirts of the city. He had a place he could go where he figured no-one would find him. But that was yesterday, or maybe the day before…. he was no longer sure. He didn’t think he could make it there now. And his money was gone. And his clothes. And god, he ached badly.

The man’s face kept flashing across his mind. He shook his head. He couldn’t help him now. What could he do? He might be the Shadow, but he was just a kid. A homeless, poor kid who kept himself to himself.

He went to stand but dizziness and pain overtook him and he fainted.

He came around less than an hour later, he guessed. There was a stabbing pain in his shoulder now and it was purple and swollen and he could hardly move his arm. He suspected it was bad. Broken maybe. Dislocated? He wasn’t a doctor. He didn’t know. His belly ached badly too and he wondered if something inside was damaged.

His thoughts turned dark. Maybe he’d just lay down here and die. No-one would know. They might never find his body.

He closed his eyes to blot out the pain. From somewhere his subconscious conjured an image of the man handing him a card. “If you ever need…..”

When was the lad going to be in greater need? In his mind’s eye he could clearly see the telephone number the was printed on the card. That was his thing: he could remember almost anything he saw. A neat trick for a street urchin.

He groaned. Could he make it to a call box? Would they take his call? Would they help him? He couldn’t help but wonder whether he’d be out of the frying pan and into the fire, but something in his steely core told him he had no choice. He’d cross that bridge when he came to it.

But first he’d have to get to street level.

What would usually have taken him less than a minute took almost an hour. He almost gave up when he was half-way down. He could hardly move by that time and he knew he’d have to jump the last ten feet. Tears were streaming down his face, something he hated himself for, but he couldn’t stop them. And every noise made him flinch. He was in terror of being caught again.

Finally he was on the ground. He fell the last ten feet, twisting his ankle to add insult to injury. He lay in this alley, sprawled on the floor, weeping.

Eventually he dragged himself up. There was a call box at the end of the alley that he knew worked. It was in almost constant use by drug dealers and they kept it operational. There wouldn’t be any action around it at this time of the morning, so he figured he’d be safe.

He got to the call box and lifted the receiver. His strength was almost used up and he promised himself he could go a lay down just as soon as he’d made the call.

“Collect call please, to this number…..” He said clearly, his voice belying his condition.

There was a series of clicks. It seemed to take forever. Then: “This is the Emporium. How may I direct your call”.

The lad was fading fast. “Master Connor. He was taken. I need help. He promised me help. I’m at…..” And he quickly reeled off the street before he dropped the receiver. He slumped down. He couldn’t stand up any more for some reason. He was confused. Why wouldn’t his muscles work?

“Hello….? Hello……?” Came the disembodied voice from the receiver as it swung backward and forwards on its wire. “Who is this…..? What information do you have about Master Connor……?”

The tick-tock motion of the receiver was soporific and the lad’s eyelids were already heavy. Despite the burning agony of his shoulder and the banging in his head, they slowly closed. The Shadow melted into the paving slabs, consciousness lost.

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

I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a towel. There seemed no shortage of fluffy clean towels in this place, another marvel of the Emporium. Before I wrapped it around me I reached back and touched myself.

I always felt….. I never knew how to put it…… maybe used was the best term. After sex, I mean. I didn’t hurt and I wasn’t sore, much to my surprise, but I kinda knew I had done something. My first ever client wasn’t exactly big and we hadn’t fooled around for long, so I felt less “used” than usual. I just wanted to check it was all okay. Checking the unknown, I guess. Besides, I recently found that I liked to touch back there.

I was desperate to get dressed and see Mitch, but I had promised Max that I would stop by his ‘shop’ first to learn more about my hair and makeup and if I didn’t hurry I’d be late. I had spent way too long playing with myself after my client left and then longer still in the shower. I was still amazed at the luxury of being able to jump in a shower any time I wanted, of having hot water that seemed to run perpetually. Today I had stood under that flow and let it wash away my fears and anxiety. I desperately wanted to stay here now. I was trying so hard not to get my hopes up too high but I admit, I had no idea what I would do if I was kicked out and sent back to the street. It almost hurt to think about that eventuality.

I dressed in tight black jeans, a black long-sleeved t-shirt and charcoal grey zip-up hoodie. I slipped my onyx pendant over my head, holding it in my hand for a minute while I wished myself a good day and good fortune. It was silly, I guess, but for some reason it made me feel better about everything.

I ran along to visit Max, where he and Lumare spent some time with me showing me how to style my hair properly, how to apply makeup in various different ways and take it off, and how to paint my nails if I wanted to. They washed and styled my hair while I was there, and made me up, and painted my nails a cool blue-black colour (to match my hair, Lumare said). They were lovely, chatty, and told there’d be no charge on account of the costs being included in the session I had already had with them.

I waved them goodbye and thanked them profusely. By the time I was free to find Mitch, it was mid-afternoon. I got lost in the house trying to find my way to the dining area. I was hungry, having had nothing for breakfast or lunch. I was too nervous this morning and I had no time at lunchtime.

I noticed a girl walking ahead of me in one of the long corridors. I called out to her “Excuse me!” She turned and smiled sweetly at me, pausing and allowing me to catch her up.

“Oh, you’re the new boy, aren’t you?” She said, her voice as pretty as her face.

“Er… yeah, I guess” I said. “I’m Aiden.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Aiden. “I’m Anne-Marie. But everyone just calls me Annie. It’s just shorter, I guess” she said with a little laugh.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Annie” I said and I smiled. Everyone here was so damn nice. I repeated my usual phrase in my head: “Please let me stay…. Please let me stay…..please let me stay…..”

“Are you looking for something or did you just want to chat?” The girl asked. “I’m happy to chat, but I’m on my way to meet someone.”

“Oh…no….that’s okay!” I said. “I’m just… well….. I had to go see Max, and usually I’m with Mitch or someone so I know, but then I must have gone the wrong way, and then I realised but must have gone wrong going back, and I’m trying to find Mitch and I’m also hungry and wanted to get some food and……”. The girl tipped her head back and laughed. I blushed.

“I get it.” She said. “You’re hopelessly lost, you missed lunch, and you’re trying to find Mitch…… that about cover it?”

I went furiously red at appearing like such a fool. “Er, yeah” I said. I grinned. What an idiot.

Annie smiled at me. “Come on, first thing’s first.” She said. She hooked her arm in mine and started walked back the way I had come. “Let’s get you to the dining room. I’ll make sure you can get some food, at least, and then we’ll work out how to find Mister Whippy.”

I thanked her. “You won’t be late? It’s okay?” I asked.

“It’s no problem. Just a quick detour. Besides, I remember how lost I used to get when I first came here. The place is huge and has all sorts of main corridors and old servants walkways and even hidden passages, although that last one might be a tall tale. I have never seen one.”

“Well, I appreciate it.” I said. “Can I ask, what’s Mister Whippy?” I wasn’t sure what she was talking about.

She laughed again. “Oh, he hasn’t told you. Naughty Mitch.” She said. “Well, here’s something you can tease him with. You see, everyone here has a nickname. We vote on them. It’s a kind of right of passage. When you’re in, and accepted, you get your name. Apparently they used to be used all the time, but when the new management came in that stopped. Now it’s just a bit of fun. You have heard of Blue?” She asked.

“Yeah, you mean Jaimie?”

“That’s the one. Blue was his nickname when he was crew. “

“On account of his eyes” I asked.

“Yep. So, Mitch’s nickname is Mister Whippy. It’s because he especially likes the cat-o-nine-tails. Drives him crazy, so I hear. Plus, he has all that blonde hair. Someone said he looks like an ice cream, so Mister Whippy kind of stuck.”

I chuckled. “I understand the ice cream part, but what’s a cat….thing?”

“A cat-o-nine-tails? It’s a handle with lots of leather stands coming from the top. It’s a kind of whip. Mister WHIPpy. Get it?” She rolled her eyes in mock exasperation.

I laughed now. “Okay!” I said. “Now I get it!”.

“Yeah, he ended up with a nickname that he’s….. well let’s just say he’s not fond of it.” Annie said. “Here we are.” We reached the dining area from a completely different side than usual. It was empty. Annie told me to sit and she’d find someone. A minute or two later she was back. She told me she’d have to go, but that one of the kitchen staff would come and see me in a minute. They’d help me find Mitch after I had eaten.

“Thank you, Annie.” I said. “Before you go….. can I ask your nickname?”

Annie smiled broadly at me. She bent down and very softly kissed my cheek. “You can ask, but I’ll never tell” she whispered. She giggled, turned, and almost danced out of the dining room leaving me smiling and curious.

In no time someone came and took my order. I was yet again reminded how much I wanted to stay here. Food, anything I wanted, at no charge. Hot or cold. Any time of the day or night. I had apologised to the guy who came to see me, saying that I was sorry to cause trouble having missed lunch. He shrugged at me, confused, and told me there was no such thing as lunch time. Told me I could go there at any time, have whatever I wanted. It was a luxury that I figured I would never get used to.

I ate a cheese toasty, which I had decided was my new favourite thing in the whole world. The guy came back to clear the table. “Annie said you needed help getting where you’re going. That right?” He asked.

“Yes, please.” I said. “I thought I’d be okay, but I got lost coming here. I want to try and find Mitch but I don’t even know where to start.” I said. I suddenly realised that he might be working. I might have to wait.

The man smiled. “I like easy requests.” He said. “Look behind you….” The man turned to leave with the stuff form my able. I looked over my shoulder and there he was, grinning as usual, marching toward me.

“Well?” He demanded, his grin fixed in place still. “Have you been fucked like a whore-for-hire or not…..? I have been waiting AGES for you!” He sat down opposite me and leaned forward, ready to hear everything.

I turned red, as usual. Was I a whore for hire? A smile slowly formed on my face. I guessed I was. It took a minute, but I realised I didn’t care. I loved it, actually. What a laugh, having sex for money and living like this. Yeah, that was okay.

I told Mitch all about it. He commenting regularly, giving his opinion on the guy and on my performance. Eventually I finished the story and Mitch sat back. “So he didn’t even finish you off? Miserable fucker.” He said.

I blushed yet again. I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t quite used to all this talk of sex and stuff like that. Mitch saw immediately.

“Ooooooh” he said. “Maybe there’s slightly more to the story……? Come on, out with it. I want ALL of the details.”

“Well, I just, you know……” I said with a little shrug, suddenly shy.

“Yeah I know WHAT you did. I want to know HOW you did it.” He said, giggling. “I know you well enough by now. You didn’t just jerk yourself off. What aren’t you telling me?”

I sighed. I knew he’d pester me until I told him, so I told him. I explained how I had drifted off into my own little fantasy while I was being fucked, and how I had finished that fantasy after he had gone.

Mitch giggled along with me and we were like two schoolboys conspiring at the back of the classroom. “Jonno, eh? Yeah I get that. Some guys are handsome, some are ugly. Some guys, well they just ooze something that you can’t quite put your finger on, but you know they’d be a terrific fuck. Jonno tops that list. He can tie me up and whip me any day.”

I suddenly remembered my conversation with Annie. I burst out laughing.

“What?” Mitch asked, thinking he hadn’t said anything funny.

“I was just….” I said. “Just thinking about you being whipped.” I paused and he looked at me quizzically. “Like Mister Whippy!” I said and I laughed again.

Mitch narrowed his eyes and pulled a face. “Who…?” He asked.

“A girl called Annie. Anne-Marie?” I explained. “I found her when I got lost, and she brought me here.”

“Brought you here and told you my terrible secret?” Mitch said, his grin back in place. “Come on then.” He said.

“Come on where?” I asked.

“Back to my room. Time we found what you really like.” His grin changed and there was a glint in his eyes. “Besides…..”

“Besides what?” I asked.

“Besides, it seems that all this talk of you getting your first paid-for fuck plus your description of jerking off into your own mouth has made me incredibly horny. So unless you have somewhere else to be, I want you. Right now. Mid afternoon sex is just the best!” He giggled again and it was infectious. Suddenly I was horny too and I wanted him. I was turning into a sex addict!

“Well don’t just sit there!” I said as I stood and pushed my chair back under the table.

We practically ran back to Mitch’s room. As we got to the door his hands were all over me. I reciprocated. I wanted this, for the first time I really knew what “it” was, and I wanted it badly. I knew he was planing something different, but I was feeling adventurous and I didn’t care what it was. We were tangled in an embrace of arms and tongues as we pushed through the door. Mitch kicked it closed behind us and pushed me up against it.

He kissed me hard, his mouth wide and his tongue hot and wet. It just didn’t end, his hands in my hair, on my face, my shoulders and then my chest. He unzipped my hoodie up and pushed it off my shoulders, breaking his kiss just long to strip off my t-shirt right after. Now they were shorter kisses, his lips on my face, my neck, my lips as he quickly unfastened my jeans and began to push them down over my hips. One final kiss and he sank down to his knees.

He forced my tight jeans down to mid thigh level. He grabbed my boxer briefs and yanked them down too laving my cock free to spring up. He opened wide and took me in his mouth, a big gulp of cock that he sucked and caressed with his tongue. My pulse was racing and my heart was pounding at the intensity. I grabbed his head with my hands and messed his hair up.

As he sucked the pace slowed. He pushed my hips back into his bedroom door and fucked me softly with his mouth. He pulled away slightly and expertly circled the the head of my cock with his tongue. He slid his hands down my legs, pushing my jeans and underwear all the way down to my ankles.

Then he was standing again. He pulled me, kissing and touching all the way, to the centre of his room where a steel post was fixed from floor to ceiling. It was awkward getting there with my jeans still around my ankles, but Mitch was being forceful. He pushed me into the post, back first, and the cold of the metal against my back and buttocks brought me out in goosebumps.

Mitch quickly grabbed a roll of tape from his bedside stash. He came in for another hot kiss and grabbed my hands with both of his, lifting them above my head and crossing my wrists. He bound me with the tape, turned me, and wound the tape around the pole. I was stuck there, my jeans still around my ankles and my hands bound up overhead. My back was to Mitch now. I felt exposed, doubly so with my hands tied.

Mitch kissed the back of my neck and touched my sides with his fingertips. I flinched. It tickled in a very sensual way. He ran his fingernails up and down my back and sides, scratching me lightly as he kissed lower, tracing my spine down further and further.

He kneeled and spread my cheeks, grabbing me and pulling me back. I was a willing student and I pushed back gladly as Mitch’s big hot tongue licked me from my balls to the top of my crack.

I shuddered. The thrill of the flat of Mitch’s tongue on my hole in my most sensitive area was exquisite. And there was something about being bound, unable to move, that added a level of excitement I had never experienced before.

Mitch ate me out with passion. It was sloppy, hot, intense. Then from nowhere he sank his teeth into my buttock and bit. I flinched and cried out, more in surprise than pain. Mitch sniggered and did it again, this time on the other cheek. He stood, went to a cupboard on the wall opposite his bed, and swung the double doors open. He returned with a whip-like thing. A handle that looked like a big cock, with lots of leather strands coming out of the top.

“This..... this is my favourite cat-o-nine-tails” he said, one hand tracing my back and shoulders. He took a single step back and I heard a whooshing sound before the leather strips connected with my back.

“Ah....” I breathed out something between a cry and a moan. It stung, but something about it was good. It hurt in the moment, and then it was gone, like a stinging heat that immediately cools and evaporates.

Another swish. Another series of stings. It was relentless, until I could feel warmth all over my back. My cock had a strand of precum juice drooling from the tip almost all the way to the floor. Did I like being whipped.....? I received a final stinging hit and my body responded for me: yes, yes I liked it!

I arched my back and pushed my ass out. I was his slut now. Mitch saw. He smeared lube into my crack and pushed his body close to mine. I felt something hard rubbing along my crack. It wasn’t Mitch. It was the handle of the whip.

Mitch bit down on the flesh between my neck and shoulder. He pinched the skin and I tipped my head back and cried out. As I did so, he thrust the cock-shaped handle of the whip into me. My cry turned into something else, I don’t know what. I made a kind of gurgling sound in my throat as I opened up and took the handle inside me. It was pain and pleasure together and it was intense.

“Mmmmm good boy” Mitch said. I pushed back, thrusting myself onto the makeshift dildo. “But I want you.” He said.

He stepped around the pole and manoeuvred himself in front on me, one hand still reaching behind us both to keep the dildo from slipping free. He pulled his pants and underwear down just enough and he backed onto me. With his free hand he took hold of my cock, now achingly hard and dribbling profusely.

“What….. what are you doing?” I asked naively. I was in a state of passionate ecstasy, my ass full, my back and buttocks hot and sensitive, and my cock hard like literally never before. My hands being tied to the post heightened everything. The feeling that this was being done to me, that I couldn’t move, was unbelievably erotic.

Mitch spooned back into me in a standing position. He somehow managed to keep a grip on the dildo in my ass while he pushed my cock against his sphincter. I was thrusting before I even knew what was happening, my tense muscles needing to fuck. It was autopilot. I shoved past his anus as my cock sank deep into his bowels. I made a breathy sound as Mitch squirmed back onto me. This was my first time inside someone else. My first experience of the heat, the tightness, the sensation of my flesh buried inside that special place.

“Ahhhhhhh” I growled and my hips thrust at him with a mind of their own.

“That’s right” Mitch said. “Fuck me. Do me! Harder you pussy!” He goaded.

I fucked harder. Mitch used the dildo to encourage for a few minutes before losing grip and letting go. He needed both hands now to steady himself, one gripping the pole and the other on the floor as he bent over to take me, to fuck furiously back onto me.

I was crazed. I couldn’t help myself. Mitch’s language turned foul as he called me names and described all the lewd things he would do to me. The dildo slid from my ass and fell with the thud to the floor leaving my hole open, wet from the lube, and feeling warm.

That did it for me. My body convulsed and I thrust forward as powerfully as I possibly could. My cock seemed to grow and pulse and finally, after a pause where I thought the world must have stood still, cum literally exploded from me.

“Ohhhh yeahhhhh” Mitch breathed. “Fill me up”

I thrust several times, sweat beading on my forehead and temples and running down my back. I was exhausted.

Mitch pulled himself off me. I watched as my cock slid out of him, as his tight anus maintained its grip on me until the very tip of my cock was free. I watched a dribble of my cum leak from my cock, another leak from his hole and run down his thigh. It was quite something to behold. I half-grinned. I’d fucked someone!

Mitch stood. He took his own cock in his hand and stroked it. It was big, hard, and ready. He stepped in behind me and without warning he fucked it right into me. He put his mouth on my neck, to the side, down near my shoulder. He bit and sucked as he took my hips in his hands and he pounded my hole.

I was crying out with every thrust. There was no pain, it just felt so damn good. I loved it, being taken hard, and fast, and with Mitch biting me at the same time…… The wet heat from below with the sharpness of Mitch’s bite seemed to send me wild. I was pushing back, thrusting my ass at him, calling him names in the same way he had. He started to slap my ass with one hand, gripping my flesh and hurting me with the other. I was sure my skin would be marked, but I had to have more. “Fuck my little boy cunt!” I said loudly. “Harder. Oh god…… oh god……”

Finally I yelled “Cum inside me!” And Mitch slowed. He was no longer pounding me, but sliding his cock all the way inside me in slow robotic motion. I felt his orgasm build and build and build until finally he, too, exploded, sending hot, wet juices deep inside me. He leaned over my back, our hot and sweating bodies as one.

We were both breathing heavily. Mitch reached up and tore at the tape, freeing my hands. They were still bound together, but no long tied to the pole. He placed placed my tied hands over his head so that we were face to face, and we kissed as we collapsed sideways onto his bed.

We lay there a while, both spent, both needing time to get our breath back. Mitch absently ran his hand over my buttock, and I let my fingers play with his pretty blonde hair.

Finally he giggled. “Wow” he said. “That was my kind of fucking. Not as kinky as I usually like, but…..wow!”

I smiled. “It was amazing!” I replied. “I have never…..I didn’t ever do…..”

Mitch interrupted. “You were a virgin?” He asked.

“Well, yeah” I said. “But I’m gad I am not any more!” And I giggled and we kissed.

“You were good. You cock felt great in me. I’m glad I was your first” Mitch said, his eyes focused on mine. He kissed me again, a loving, deep kiss, before his grin returned. “So, what do you prefer? You like to give, or you like to take?” He asked.

I laughed. “Well…… that was only my first time…..” I said. “And it was awesome. But I guess if I had to chose I’d say I prefer the guy on top and me underneath” it was the only way I could say it without blushing again. “But you know…… it’s nice to know there are options!” I added. “Watching my dick as it came out of your ass….. god that was sexy!”

Mitch giggled again. “Yeah, that’s true. I like to be fucked too, but I like it hard, rough, and I like to be forced to submit. But with you…..? Well, I enjoy fucking you, for some reason. There’s just something about that ass!”

I batted my eyelashes at him.

Mitch freed himself from my embrace and rolled me onto my front. He looked at my back and shoulder and kissed my lightly in a few places. “Hey sorry Aiden. I got a bit carried away. You’re going to have a mark or two for a few days.”

I smiled into the mattress. I figured as much. I didn’t mind having something to remember that sex by. “What have you done to my little body?” I asked.

Mitch playfully smacked my bottom. “Well….. you’ve a nasty love bite there” he kissed my neck, down near my shoulder, where he’d bitten me toward the end. “And you have a bite mark here” he kissed me on my shoulder, “and here” and kissed my bottom. “But nothing permanent.”

“Worth it” I said, and I meant it.

Mitch lay down next to me again and ran his hand up and down my spine. His touch was soft and gentle. “I have turned you into such a little whore!” He chuckled. “I love it!”

I chuckled too. “I can’t believe it, to be honest” I said. “I have spent so long avoiding this. I knew I preferred boys. I think I have always known. But I didn’t want to…. Have sex when I was on the street. I don’t really know what I was afraid of. Now I’m here I think I’d let you fuck me three times a day if you wanted to. It’s so much better than I thought it could be.”

“I know, right?” Mitch said. “I get paid to take cock in the way that I like, when I like, and I live like a king. What’s not to like?” And he snuggled into me, nuzzling me with his nose.

We lay there and snoozed for the longest time, neither of wanting to move. My hands were still bound by the tape and my legs were still tangled up in jeans and underwear. I had my hands out in front of me under a pillow. As I lay there in a daze, Mitch began to caress my back and then my bottom. His fingers slid into my crack and I moaned softly as his middle finger slid effortlessly into my still-wet hole.

“God I love that” I said softly.

Mitch fingered me like that for long minutes, his hand flat on my buttock just caressing me while the tip of his finger played around with my hole. It was a delightful feeling, being played with so gently like this. I began to push my bottom up a little, trying to get him to put more of his finger inside me. I moaned a couple of times. I just couldn’t help it.

I felt Mitch’s weight shift on the mattress. He put one leg over me and got up on his knees on top of me, behind me. His hand moved that delicate finger away, but he replaced it with his cock, hard again and ready for some more. He pushed the head down and just slowly, so softly and with such a delicate touch, he pushed the head into me.

I whimpered. I was still half asleep, so relaxed, so exhausted still, but so ready for Mitch as he slid deeper into me. He didn’t thrust. He didn’t shove. He just slid gently, and slowly, until he was laying on me, his arms on my arms, his head resting on mine, his legs entwined with my legs, and his cock buried in my rectum. It took my breath away.

We lay like that a while, moving just slightly, just enough. Mitch couldn’t help but move his hands around mine, sometimes holding my hands, sometimes my wrists. His feet played with my feet, too. He was a fidget, some part of him always moving.

After a while I pushed back on him a little, a sign that I wanted more, was ready. Gently he pushed down on me, just what he could do by flexing his muscles and pushing. It was plenty. His cock slid forward just a little and back by the same amount. My hole felt hot, stretched, but these soft and almost timid movements were blissful.

He flexed again, and again, and again. There was a rhythm to it now. The degree of movement was the same, but there could be no doubt that he was building up to another orgasm. I turned my head to the side and we kissed, our tongues licking at each other’s tongue.

“Will you come inside me again?” I asked softly, my voice boyish.

“Yes” he said simply, through breathing that had become shallow.

I arched my back and pushed out my with bottom. “Please” I said. Mitch pulled his cock out much further this time, and then it kind of glided back into me. It was still gentle and slow and wonderful, just a longer stroke. “Please” I said again.

Mitch pushed. I could feel his toes on the mattress pushing him up. I felt his hands embracing my shoulders, pulling himself up. He was trying to get as much of himself into my hot tight hole as he could.

“Are you ready?” He asked, his voice a hoarse whisper now.

“Yes” I said. “Come for me”.

Mitch pushed one final time. He maintained downwards pressure, his hips flexed, his cock buried as deep as it could go. “Ah” he said. “Ah. Ah. Ah!” as he ejaculated. I felt it. I felt the heartbeat in his cock like a drum beat. I felt the wetness and the heat. It wasn’t as much as before, but if anything it was hotter.

Mitch collapsed on me and we kissed some more as his cock softened. He slid off me, to the side of me and he grabbed a sheet to pull over us.

“You’re so good” I said.

“I love your ass” he said with a tired smile. He leaned forward and kissed me forehead and we drifted off into blissful sleep.

It was dark when we woke. I could feel wetness around my ass and I knew his cum had leaked out of me while we slept. Mitch propped himself on his elbow and flicked a switch on his headboard. His bedside lamps came on, a low yellow-orange glow.

“Next time I’m gonna make you lock me under my bed and then pet me like a puppy” he said with a sleepy smile.

I yawned. “Okay” I said. “Give me five minutes and I’ll be right there!”

We giggled and he jumped on me and tickled me. “I better free you. Let’s shower and go get some dinner. Someone is probably looking for you to talk with you about your client. I don’t want anyone to think you ran away!”

I had a sudden worry. “You think…..” I said, suddenly pushed my head off the pillow and sitting up.

Mitch laughed and interrupted me. “No, silly.” He said. “I’m just kidding. They’ll know you are with me. I don’t know how they know everything, but they do.”

I smiled again. I was flooded with relief. Mitch peeled off the tape from my wrists and set about untangling my jeans, underwear, and pulling my sneakers off. I sat up naked and helped Mitch take off his pants too. He leaned in and kissed me.

“Don’t start that again” I giggled.

He looked at me. “Just a kiss” he said. “Come on. Shower. I’ll scrub your back if you scrub mine!” We ran like schoolboys into his huge en suite bathroom. We showered and chatted and kissed a little.

“That’s your room, right?” I asked as we were drying. “I mean, not the room where you take clients?”

Mitchell nodded. “That’s right. That’s my personal space. My other bed is higher off the ground and there’s a big cage underneath. The whipping post is wood, like a big wooden beam.”

“So you have your own personal whipping post too…?” I asked with a lop-sided smile.

Mitch laughed. “Actually, it’s not really a whipping post. It’s a pole for pole dancing.” I raised my eyebrows, surprised. “That’s how I keep fit. And it’s relaxing. And sexy.” He said.

I had this sudden vision of Mitch on that pole. “I bet you’re hot stuff on that” I said, and I meant it.

Mitch winked at me. “Next time!” He said. We dressed and hurried down to the dining hall. We were both starving. We were walking trough the entrance before I even noticed that we had held hands the whole way there. I blushed, but it quickly passed when I realised I didn’t care and nor did anyone else. Not here. Not in this wonderful place. I got a sudden sense of butterflies as I thought about my future. They were exacerbated as I spotted Mistress Anrey striding towards me.

“Ah-ha!” She exclaimed. “Aiden. Good. I was looking for you. I am sorry that I haven’t been able to come and find you earlier. The place is in chaos today. Why don’t we catch up tomorrow and talk about your client and what happens next?” She asked.

“Yes, of course Mistress” I said. She looked deep into my eyes.

“You poor thing, I bet you’ve been worried sick all afternoon. I am sorry that I haven’t come to find you. Listen, if it helps, your client gave you the highest rating possible, so keep that in mind and stop your worrying.”

I grinned. “Oh! Thank you Mistress!” I said, beaming. “That….. that’s just…..”

“Yes, it is, young man,” she said as she gave me one of her rare smiles. “Now have a good evening. Someone will be along to find you tomorrow. “

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Two cops stood at the street corner arguing with some old guy who’d been sleeping rough in the doorway of some other guy’s shop. The argument was going nowhere and neither of the officers could be bothered with the paperwork to write it up. They were just finishing telling him to move on when three black SUVs sped past them and screeched to halt outside the old bank maybe thirty yards down the street. Tyre smoke and shouting filled the air.

The cops looked at one another. The more senior of the two grabbed his radio. “Control......” he called out. The doors to the vehicles opened and suddenly the street seemed to be flooded with muscle. The two cops drew arms. What the fuck?

“This is control” came the voice down the radio.

Then something caught the cop’s eye. A man got out of the passenger seat of the lead car. He knew this guy. Hell, any cop who’d been on the beat for any length of time in this city knew that guy.

“Er.... my mistake” he said into his radio. “False alarm, over and out.”

The younger cop looked quizzically at his partner.

“Trust me. We’re going the other way. And we were never here.” He clipped his radio back where it belonged and holstered his weapon. He grabbed his partner’s arm and with a slow nod to the man down the street, they both walked in the other direction.

Jonno nodded back, grateful that he didn’t have to deal with cops as well as everything else. He glanced at his man and nodded.

They stormed the old building with polished efficiency. The put the door in, flooded the place from top to bottom, searching every room, every possible bolt-hole, every means of escape.

Jonno remained outside. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his thumb and finger. He had a headache. Today was not a good day.

Things had been crazy since last night.

Connor’s runner had arrived last night to organise an urgent meeting, but Connor never came. Then today, the switchboard had received a call from someone with information about Connor. The caller had fallen silent, but there was background noise as the city woke up and got moving, so the line was still active.

Jonno was on his way long before the line went dead. He’d already assembled a crew. He sensed that trouble was coming. Connor was not the kind of guy to send his runner to arrange to see Blue and then not show. Not without a reason.

They’d found a boy at the phone booth. He was semi-conscious. Two little old ladies were trying to revive him. Connor had muscled in, sent those ladies on their way as politely as he could manage before crouching down to examine the the lad.

He was a kid, but he’d been through the mill. His shoulder looked like it was partially dislocated or maybe broken and he was bruised from head to toe. From the look of him he was malnourished and dehydrated too.

Jonno had the foresight to bring Doc Garcia with him. They gave the boy a couple of shots. Something for the pain, and something to bring him round. He regained full consciousness with fear in his wide eyes, looking from face to face, looking for the way out.

“Take a breath kid” Jonno had said. “We’re here to help you, not hurt you” He paused, searching for something to say that might calm the lad. “You called for help, remember?”

The boy suddenly relaxed. “Emporium?” He croaked.

Jonno smiled. “Yeah, Emporium” he said. He clicked his fingers and someone threw him a bottle of water. Jonno held it to the boy’s lips and told him to drink, which he did.

“Listen kid” Jonno said. “I’m gonna send you to a safe place with some men and my friend here. He’s a doctor. He’s gonna make sure you’re okay.” The boy nodded weakly, sipping water and trying to remain calm. “But before I do that, I need to know what you know. Where’s my other friend, Connor?”

The boy told Jonno everything he knew. Jonno asked some clarifying questions, but he soon had enough to go on.

“Son, you’ve done a good job here today. Let us look after you now. I need to go with my friend, okay?” The boy nodded. By now he was too weak to do anything. Both fight and flight were out of the question. He’d simply have to trust this big guy.

“Doc, get the kid out of here. I want an escort car with you. The other units are with me.”

“Hospital?” Doc Garcia asked. He knew what the answer would be, but the kid was in bad shape and he’d have preferred he was moved to the best place possible.

“No” said Jonno. “If the infirmary at the house isn’t enough, get in touch with me. We’ve used the hospital enough and this kid…… his injuries would generate questions and I don’t have the answers.”

Doc nodded. “Let’s get him up. Carefully. Jonno, I’ll see you back at base.”

Jonno had nodded, and then he was gone. His SUV and two others rolled out at speed while Doc had raced back to the Emporium with his escort.

“We’re all clear here”.

Jonno looked up. “Connor?” He asked.

The man shook his head. “No. But you might want to see this…..” He hiked. Thumb over his shoulder indicating that Jonno should follow. The man led Jonno down into the sub-basement.

“This area would have been used as a vault” the man explained. “The cages would have been for safe deposits and cash trollies, that kind of thing. That’s not what they’ve been used for recently.”

Jonno pushed open the door of one of the cages. It creaked like some house of horrors sound effect. He stepped into the cage. There were rough camp beds lined up against the wall, eight of them, and a piss bucket in the corner. There were some rags on the floor covered in tell-tale signs of blood. Jonno took a look around and moved to the next cage.

That one had a sheet up at the bars, barely enough to act as a curtain between the two areas. This cage had an old dentist’s chair in it. It had straps attached to the arm and leg rests. A couple of empty bottles of lube and a half-empty bottle of vodka were discarded in the corner.

“Through here….” The man said. Jonno followed him down a corridor, down another flight of steps and into another large square room with a series of cages. One had a sheet thrown up against the bars.

The door was open. There was a table off to one side and broken chair on the floor. Ropes had been cut from the chair legs at least. There was blood spattered on the floor and up the wall. Jonno glanced around. This was the room the boy had described, for sure. He recognised the pattern of blood around the chair. That was from a savage beating, no doubt. He’d seen and administered enough such beatings to know what they looked like. He wondered if Connor was still alive. He wasn’t built for this degree of brutality.

Once more, Jonno rubbed the bridge of his nose and then his temples.

“Any leads, anything at all?” He asked quietly.

“Not a thing.” The man said. “We’ll ask around. See if anyone saw anything. But you know what it’s like down here…..” The man shrugged.

“Let’s roll out,” Jonno said. “I want to hear what more that young lad can tell me. Take one unit and ask your questions. And be thorough. If there’s any chance Connor is still alive, I want to know about it. Ten times the usual reward for credible intel.”

The man’s eyes went wide. “Ten……” he asked.

Jonno cut him off. “Yeah, ten. Ten fucking times. Connor is an Emporium man. He’s my friend and I don’t have too many. If you’re lucky I’d do the same for you. Get it done!”

The man turned and rushed back up the steps. He wasn’t about to argue with the Enforcer. Not with the mood he was in. Besides, everyone liked Connor. He was a good man.

Jonno came along behind feeling weary. He’d hoped he was done with this gang warfare shit. As he got to the entrance to the old bank he stepped over the smashed door. “Any of you fuckers got some aspirin?” He growled. Someone threw a bottle of pills at him.

“Thanks” he acknowledged. “Let’s get out of here.”

To be continued......

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