Date: Mon, 24 Apr 2017 01:00:32 +0000 (UTC)
From: Tague Micheals <tag.michaels@yahoo.com>
Subject: Adventures of a Teenage Hitchhiker IV

This chapter contains a little violence. If that bothers you then skip it.
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Friday came and I elected to stay close to home. I didn't want to get stuck
somewhere and miss my appointment downtown. I slept in till almost eleven,
ate then read for awhile then decided to go out side. Although I didn't
swim, I went down stairs and hung out by the small dingy swimming pool and
watched the mostly little kids as they splashed and played around.

There was an older boy in the water that I hadn't seen around before and
when he got out of the water I was almost shocked to see the swim suit he
was wearing. A dark blue color with a red stripe that ran diagonally from
one leg up across the front to the waistband at the other side, the thing
was smaller than my underwear; and a hell of a lot tighter. The boy's dick
was clearly outlined in the fabric and it didn't look small. His balls
bulged out at the bottom and they didn't look small either. Like me, all of
the other kids wore the loose baggy suits but here this kid was all but
showing everybody what he had. I didn't mind at all.

As he walked toward me I couldn't help but look at his body; it seemed
perfect. He was taller than me but I think under six feet. His chest was
well defined, his belly looked all rippled and it was really easy to see
the creases of his hips where his belly melted into the swim suit a good
seven inches or more below his belly button. I noticed that his legs didn't
seem to have any hair at all on them and when he picked up his towel and
dried his ultra short black hair, his armpits were hairless too.  I thought
that a little strange since he looked to be sixteen or so and considering
what was, or wasn't actually, hiding beneath his swim suit I would have
thought that the boy would have hair everywhere.

When he pulled the towel down and began drying his arms and chest and stuff
I looked at his face, which was also sort of defined. I guess by that I
mean his cheekbones were pretty much evident and angled down toward a more
narrow chin. He looked at me and smiled, flashing pearly white teeth with a
single wire silver retainer, all framed by really nice looking lips. He
looked to have a few freckles around his rather short nose and his eyes
almost sparkled at me.

"Hey," he said, the smile continuing to grace his smooth hair free face.

"Hey," I responded as I watched him dry his back then run the towel roughly
over the bulge at the front of his suit. He watched me watch him then said,

"My name's Gabriel." He extended his hand and I took it, hooking his thumb
with mine and wrapping my fingers around the back of his hand; the hippy
handshake. I was glad that he did the same.

"Tracy," I said, "you new here?"  He shook his head and said that he was
visiting his grandmother; that he was from Bozeman Montana.  "Cool," I
said, "how long you staying for?" Gabriel said that he thought he'd be
there for a couple of weeks or so, he wasn't quite sure yet."

"So what you do for excitement?" he asked as he slid his fingers up inside
the legs of his swim suit and pulled the crotch down a little bit, giving
his stuff a little more room I guessed since I'd had to do that myself with
my underwear before. Still it was hard for me not to look.

"Oh, not much I guess. My family doesn't have a lot of money so I don't go
any where, like movies and stuff. I do a lot of hitchhiking which is fun."
The older boy was amazed at that, wanted to know if it was dangerous and if
I'd met any interesting people. I told him the truth, no danger and lots of
interesting people. But I didn't elaborate. He talked about how boring
Bozeman was except for so many college students which could make for
interesting times. He didn't elaborate.  We talked a few minutes longer,
trading basic information, informing me that he'd just turned sixteen the
month before. After a bit he asked if I wanted to come up to his apartment
and hang out. Like I said, I didn't have anything else to do.

There was no one there when we walked in, his grandmother apparently
worked, and wouldn't be home until later. I followed him to his room, a
mostly sparse room used for guests or storage stuff. We stood around for a
moment and I decided to ask about the swim suit, which continued to bulge
out as it dried, making it seem as though it was difficult to keep in check
the package it was holding. He smiled at me. Oh man, that boy was a smiler.

"It's called a Speedo. I'm on the swim team at school and anyone who swims
in competition wears one." I asked if it was uncomfortable cause from where
I was it looked a little bit tight.

"Well I guess sometimes it feels that way but you get used to it. Here, try
it on and see for yourself." With that, Gabriel pulled the thing down,
stepped out of it and stood up, his arm outstretched with the small garment
in his hand. Fuck the dude's whole body was hot looking. His cock was long
and seemed somewhat thick. Not like Roy's of course, nobody's cock was like
his, but Gabriel's dick looked to be about seven inches or so long and
rested nicely against a smooth sac of low hanging balls. The balls matched
the rest of him because he didn't have a single down there. I all but
stared and of course he couldn't help but notice.

"Oh, yeah, guys who swim competitively shave most of their body hair and
keep their head hair short cause it causes less drag in the water." I
nodded my head as I took the skimpy Speedo's from him.

He went on to say that a bunch of the boys on the team decided as long as
they were shaving they might as well go all the way and even though school
was out he kept it shaved.

"A few of us shaved everything completely off which makes them look a lot
bigger. Some boys got creative and made little patches, one guy cut
everything except two round circles here and here," he pointed to spots
above and to each side of the base of his cock. "Made it look like he had
eyes and his dick was the nose. Pretty funny. So, you want to try those
on?"  I did actually wondering, like most boys, how I would look in such a
revealing piece of clothing.

 I kept the suit in one hand while using both hands to push my swim suit
down and off. Gabriel watched as I stepped into the suit and pulled it up
into place. It felt a little weird and when I told him that he stepped up
close to me and pulled open the waistband of the Speedos and took hold of
my dick and laid it off to the side a little bit, which shocked the fuck
out of me. Made me start to get hard right away too. Gabriel dropped to one
knee and put his fingers up inside the legs and felt around a little bit,
grazing across my balls, then pulled the fabric down, just like he'd done
outside at the pool.

"They look good on you," the older boy said as he stood up and looked at me
critically. He walked around behind me and patted my butt. "Nice ass too
Tracy," he said then came around to stand in front of me. I glanced down
and saw that his cock seemed to be lengthening a little bit which was good
cuz mine was about half way hard, which didn't go unnoticed at all.

"Kinda makes ya get a boner doesn't it?" he said knowingly. "Happens all
the time. It's like it feels good when your stuff is being pressed on or
held tight. Happens to boys in the swim team all the time, `specially when
they're new to it. Same with wearing a jock strap." I nodded toward his
cock, which was by then at least half way hard.

"What about that? It's not being pressed by anything." He looked at me, no
smile, then said quietly,

"It's kinda hot and sexy lookin to see another boy get a boner sometimes
cause you know how he's feeling; It's especially hot and sexy if it's a boy
as cute as you are." He was looking me in the eyes as he said it, his hand
going to his rising shaft and stroking it a little bit.

 "Do you ever, ya know, like beat off with another boy?" I nodded my head
and stepped up closer to the taller boy and took hold of his cock, Gabriel
relinquishing his hold when he saw me reach for his pride and joy.

I held on to him and stroked him a little, loving the feel of his hardening
shaft, which reached its full stiffened state in about ten seconds after I
took hold of him. Gabriel didn't stand there doing nothing but began
rubbing at the front of the Speedos, his hand exerting pressure on my fully
hard cock and below, my balls.

"I want to see you naked," he whispered. That worked out well because I
wanted to be naked. I let go of his fully erected cock and the thing sprung
up into the air, standing proudly, as any good cock will do. I put my hands
to my waist but Gabriel stopped me.  "Let me do it," he said quietly, his
voice seemingly deeper or more husky. I would eventually learn that a
deepened voice was a sign of being full of hotness.

Gabriel dropped to one knee in front of me and slowly tugged the tight swim
suit down under my balls. He leaned forward and lay his face on my thigh
next to my stuff the turned his head so that his lips were in my hairs. He
nuzzled me there, his lips moving in the fuzz and at the base of my fully
boned up dick.

He didn't stay like that for long though but shoved the suit to the floor
where I stepped out of them. And then he surprised me. As he stood up,
Gabriel reached around behind me and literally scooped me up off my feet
into his arms. I threw my arms around his neck and giggled as he carried me
like a bride to his bed and gently lay me down then stood next to me at the
edge of the bed.

"Is this all gonna be okay?" he asked and I nodded my head, reaching over
to take hold of his cock as he stood there. He bent down began rubbing my
chest, running his fingers across my nipples which alerted me to the fact
they nipples could be really groovy playthings. One hand began a slow creep
downward, rubbing my belly and eventually found its way to my hairs and
then my dick. The hand moved down and cupped my balls then tugged and
gently squeezed the tender eggs. Holding down on them pulled my cock
upright and Gabriel then licked at my cock head as if it were a lollipop,
exploring the entire surface. Instead of putting it in his mouth he worked
down the shaft, kissing and holding it with his lips.

I was getting hot as a sidewalk in August. I wanted Gabriel's cock in my
mouth; I wanted to rub the stiff pole against my face; I wanted to lick and
suck on his heavy smooth balls. I wanted it all. I let go of him with my
left hand and rose up on an elbow and took hold of the raging boner in my
right and pulled it toward me. Gabriel knew what I wanted, wanted it
himself, so turned his lower body to give me access to all that made him a
boy. The entire swollen tip was shiny from his leaking precum so I licked
it off, savoring the musky taste of his ball juices. Like he had done to
me, I explored the entire silky surface of cock with my tongue before
taking the head into my mouth.

I had discovered over the past week that I loved sucking cock. Maybe it was
just sex, being sexy with anybody, but I didn't reflect on it all that
much. I was hot, there was a hot hard cock within reach, I wanted it in my
mouth and that's where it went. As I closed my lips over the head and a few
inches of the shaft I felt my own cock become enveloped in warmth as
Gabriel placed his mouth over me and began to suckle.

I felt a low moan escape from my throat as I sucked the older boy's dick,
slowly stroking the warm hard shaft.  I felt the familiar tingle start in
my balls and stopped sucking on Gabriel long enough to tell him I was gonna
cum. Like Roy, my sperming in his mouth didn't seem to phase the hunky teen
in slightest, in fact it seemed to make him more determined to make me
squirt.

I groaned out again as Gabriel took my entire cock into his mouth. I could
feel his throat muscles constrict against my sensitive cock head while his
lips touched the beginning of my ball sac. As a young and newly sperming
teenage boy I didn't have the control over my body that boys eventually
develop so when Gabriel kept his mouth where it was and kept massaging my
swollen cock head with those muscles, well, I couldn't help it. I moaned
around the cock in my mouth as my own shaft swelled up and fired off in the
boy's mouth.

"Oh fuck," I groaned. I had to take Gabriel's dick from my mouth. It seemed
like I had to say something, seemed like I couldn't breathe in as well with
his thick sixteen year old cock in my mouth. My cumming was an extravaganza
of feelings and continuing to manipulate the cock in my hand was part of
that. I seemed to stroke the older boy even harder as I held the warm flesh
against my smooth face. I felt him thicken in my hand and then the warmth
of his sperm as it blasted out, hitting my ear and hair. I turned my head
slightly so the next shot hit the side of my face and since his cock was
just slightly less than parallel to me it shot out and left a streak of cum
that ran from my ear lobe across my jaw and stopped just under my cheek
bone.

The intense portion of my own orgasm subsided so I took the spitting flesh
back into my mouth and was rewarded with another blast of gooey cream which
I managed to swallow. From there I could feel his cock pulse out more sperm
but the shooting was reduced to oozing, not that it mattered to me as my
tongue lapped at the sticky substance and eased it back to my throat for
the trip downward into my panting belly.

The sensitivity in my cock finally became to much for me to take and I
moved my hips away from Gabriel's greedy mouth. At my other end the owner
of the dick in my mouth must have felt the same way for he backed away from
me, taking his hard wet cock with him. I missed it right away.

"That was fucking incredible; you are fucking incredible," Gabriel said as
he turned to look at me. He smiled and told me how hot it looked having his
sperm on my face and I couldn't help telling him that it felt hot having
him put it there. I would wonder about that sometime later as I lay
drifting off to sleep in my own bed. What was it about having a boy squirt
on my face that felt so sexy, so outta sight that I couldn't even describe
it. Of course that was before I cummed cuz after I did it, the feeling of
having the sticky goo on my face wasn't all that great. Gabriel must have
had some experience with that cuz he pulled a small hand towel from under
the edge of his bed and tenderly wiped my face off, then the remains of my
oozing sperm, finishing off with the cleansing of his own hose.

After discarding the towel he knelt on the floor next to the bed and lay
his upper body there, his chin resting on crossed arms. I rolled to my side
so I could look at him, our faces maybe a foot apart.

"Did you like that Tracy?" he asked and I smiled at him, nodding my
head. He said that he had liked it too, a lot. "Can I tell you something?"
he asked and when I nodded my head he went on. "I wanted to do that with
you since I first saw you three days ago. I think you're the most beautiful
boy I've ever seen. I've seen plenty of boy's naked cuz of being on the
swim team and being in gym class and stuff but looking at you just makes my
heart sort of go flip flop." He was talking quietly so I knew that he was
talking seriously, that he was maybe like, telling me stuff that he'd never
told anyone else before.

"Can I kiss you Tracy? Would that be okay?" What could I say? I was kind of
feeling the same way, that I wanted to kiss him. I wasn't very experienced
at that. Nigel was the first and only male that had kissed me or that I had
kissed.

"I think I'd like that," I told him and together we moved our heads
closer. I watched his face, so serious, and just before our lips touched I
closed my eyes. I was immediately amazed at how soft Gabriel's lips were as
they moved against my own. It didn't last long, three seconds at most, but
man oh man was my little heart beating like crazy over it. Gabriel backed
his head away and I opened my eyes to look at him only to see him lean in
again. I closed my eyes once more and felt his hand ruffle though my hair
as our lips touched for the second time, however there was much more to
it. The boy moved his lips against mine, sort of squishing them together
then moving them back and forth. Of course I'd seen that sort of kiss in
the movies often enough so I knew what he was doing and tried to kiss him
back accordingly. I guess it must have worked because he didn't say
anything bad about it.

Gabriel broke the kiss then asked if he could lay with me. Heck it was his
bed I guess there was no reason for me to be on it and him on the floor so
I just scooted back against, almost against the wall, to give him room. He
came up and when he lay down facing me I scooted up closer to him. He
reached over and brushed his hand tenderly across my face.

"You are so goddamned beautiful it almost hurts," he whispered. I didn't
know what he meant so didn't say anything but just smiled then closed my
eyes and let him rub on me. It was warm in Gabriel's room; much like it
would have had we been in my room so that, combined with the steady
rhythmic ticking of his bedside clock and his gentle touch relaxed me so
much that I fell asleep.

I woke some time later to see Gabriel lying next to me on his back, his
muscled chest rising and falling, his naked body fully relaxed in sleep. I
thought on his telling me how beautiful I was but as I looked down on him I
considered his beauty, or more specifically his body. The boy was
definitely well put together, the lines of his muscles all well defined,
his wonderful cock lying in repose across his hip, the heavy balls hanging
gently between his smooth thighs. I wondered if I could ever look like
that, wondered if my own cock would ever get as big as his was. I glanced
at the clock and saw that it was pushing four and decided that I needed to
get going. I rose up as easily as I could and began the slow movement of
getting a leg up and over Gabriel's body without waking him up. Of course
he woke up just as my body was fully covering his.

"Where you going Tracy?" he asked through a yawn. He reached up and wrapped
his arms around my back and pulled me down onto him and I went gladly. Our
faces were only inches apart so I closed the distance and kissed him on the
lips.

"I have something I have to do," I told him. He asked if he could see me
again, if we could spend more time together. I nodded my head. "Yeah, I
think I'd like that," I told him, kissed him again and slipped off the bed.


I found myself being escorted through the lobby of the grand hotel at six
fifty that evening. The drive from my rendezvous point to downtown had been
a drag. Traffic just wasn't happening and it had started to rain which mean
it was difficult to see out of the windows of the car I was in. That was
rather disappointing as well. A Cadillac, it looked like the one that good
ole Bob was driving on the night life had changed so drastically. Of course
there was no window between me and the driver who wasn't anything like
Nigel's driver, James. Look at me, complaining about a limousine not being
up to my standards.

Up stairs in Mr. Mastay's suite I was led to a small bedroom and told to
take my clothes off. Once I was naked Mr. Mastay handed me a while piece of
cloth to put on.  I held it up and looked it over but since the thing was
about ten times less big than the swim suit that Gabriel had been wearing
it only took a second. It was white with a thin elastic band for the waist
and another that ran from the waist down to the tip of the cloth. I looked
at Mr. Mastay who simply asked me to put it on so put it on it did.

The waistband was tight enough to hold the top in place while the other one
was up my butt crack and pushed against my butt hole. I wasn't overly
thrilled about that, my very first venture into a thong. The cloth, a thin
and soft sort of stretchy material, was barely big enough to hold my cock
and balls in check and I figured that if I got a boner it would stand out
like a nun in a whore house. Of course that was the intention as I soon
found out.

"Come," Mr. Mastay said and I walked over to a full length mirror. He stood
behind me and reached down inside the cloth and pulled my cock up then
looked in the mirror to check his handy work. My cock was very clearly
outlined in the white fabric, the ridges of my cock head looking like the
shading in a drawing. My balls were also very evident, each nut clearly
visible. He turned me around and looked at my butt in the mirror so I
looked over my shoulder to see too.  I'd never really looked at it before
but I have to say that the fleshy orbs pushing out from the small of my
back did look rather enticing. Not as nice as Gabriel's muscled ass but not
bad either.

Mr. Mastay turned me back to face the mirror then reached down over my
shoulders and gently pinched my nipples making me gasp. One hand continued
to work on the little brown nubbin while the other was pulled back then run
under my arm and down onto my belly. I watched in the mirror as the older
man began rubbing my flat tummy then gently cupping my cock and balls.

"Oh man sir, you're gonna make me hard doin that," I whispered as I felt my
cock start to harden.

"Exactly," was his response. After a moment he took his hands away and
again looked me over. "Perfect," said looking at me. My cock was fully
hard, the very tip pushing at fabric near the waistband at the top of the
cloth; a tiny dark spot helping to verify my arousal.

"My guests are going to love you Tracy and some of them will want to touch
you. Under no circumstance are they allowed to take your cock out or suck
you, fuck you or anything but touch. Nor are you to touch them or perform
any sexual acts on them. Your job is mostly to look pretty and carry a tray
of champagne around. Is that clear?" I nodded my head. "Lastly, are not to
leave with any of these men. My driver will ensure that you are taken
home." For the last time I nodded my head in understanding.

"Good," he said then went on to tell me that I might see some things I've
never seen before but to remember that the performers were just that;
performers who were doing they're job and did I understand that. I nodded
my head and once again he said good then said he's show me what he wanted
me to do.

Two hours later the first part of the evening's entertainment had finished
and I'd been groped, fondled, felt, and propositioned by just about every
one of the dozen or so older men that were present. The front of my little
cod piece was practically soaked from my precum as well as my sperms since
I had squirted while a man felt on my cock and I watched the girlie man on
the floor get the shit fucked out of him by a large black man.

I'd never seen a drag queen before so when I first saw her I was surprised
cuz I'd been told that only men were going to be there. I was even more
surprised when she/he told me I was quite a beautiful boy in a deep male
voice. I'd kept passing out champagne while the men watched the black guy
slowly strip the women's clothing from his partner, doing sexy things with
him the whole time.  Since everyone was busy watching I didn't have
anything to do so I got to see when the guy shoved his big black cock up
the white guy's ass.

"Far fucking out," I thought to myself as the white guy kept yelling and
telling the "nigger to fuck his tight white pussy". I'd never heard of a
white actually calling a man a nigger to his face without starting a fight
but the big cocked black guy didn't seem to be bothered by it. Too I'd
never heard a man's ass referred to as "his pussy" so I actually sort of
strained to look and see if there was one underneath his rather small cock
and balls. My action was misconstrued.

"You like that big black cock boy," a man next to me said.

"I've seen bigger," I said quickly and walked away. It was true
though. Roy's cock was bigger than the black guy's.  But I'd made a mistake
and learned a lesson all in one fell swoop although I wouldn't realize it
until later. The lesson being: don't smart ass rich guys; they don't like
it. The guy followed me then stopped me and said he didn't think that Dino
was going to appreciate one of his boys giving the man sass. I told him
that I didn't know who Dino was, I wasn't one of his boys and if he would
please excuse me I would get back to my work.

The second coupling was a college aged guy and a teen age boy about
Gabriel's age. The man was naked except for a black leather mask while the
boy was wearing very tight Jockey briefs. An odd looking contraption that
reminded me of the stocks that people were put in was brought in. The boy's
was hands and head were put though holes in the apparatus and held in
place, the position forcing him to be bent over with his ass sticking
out. The man in the mask whispered to the boy who said,

"Yes master, punish me. I'm your slave my master, I must be punished." The
man then slapped the boy across the face leaving a red mark. He went behind
the boy and stood to a side facing the room and began spanking the boy
across his butt with a leather strap.

"Yes master, whip me master," the boy cried out. The guy stopped and pulled
the boy's underwear down revealing a Lilly white butt and fully boned up
hard young cock. The man then went back to whipping the boy and taking his
time at it. He would strike the boy's wiggling ass then wait a good twenty
seconds before he struck again, the strikes not as hard as an actual
whipping but enough to add red to the kid's otherwise pale flesh. It wasn't
long before the boy was moaning and the sounds didn't sound like pain to
me, his hard cock lending credence to the pleasure he was somehow getting
from the scene.

The man stopped then went back to face the boy, his own hard cock bobbin in
front of him. He didn't say anything but stepped up to the boy's face and
shoved his big hard cock into the boy's mouth.

"There, eat my cock you little slut," guy said as he began fucking an easy
seven inches of cock into the boy's mouth. After a bit the man took his
dick from the boy. "Are you ready to get your little slut ass fucked?"

"Yes master, fuck my ass, fuck your cock into my tight ass master; punish
me for being a bad boy."

 The black man then returned, still naked and still stone hard. The boy's
eyes widened when he saw the thick black meat sticking out from between
ebony thighs, the large heavy ball beneath the hose swaying as the man
walked. The black guy smiled then slapped his big black cock along side the
boy's smooth face a couple of times before going around the stock to the
other side.

"No master," the boy cried out, "Not the nigger's cock master, please
master don't let him fuck me, please," the boy begged. I watched as the
black man picked up a tube and squeezed some stuff onto the swollen head of
his black pole then smeared it up and down the shaft. The boy was crying
then, crying for his master not to let the nigger fuck him, not to let the
man put his big black nigger cock into his ass. I had to remember what
Mr. Mastay had told me about the performers being performers because the
boy was putting on a show that convinced me that he didn't want that big
black thing shoved up his ass. I couldn't say as I blamed him one single
little bit. What I hadn't noticed right away was that the boy's cock had
gone totally soft.

The black man stood behind the boy and pulled a cheek open while at the
other end the teenager was loudly protesting. The man held his cock down
with the fingers of his other hand and put the tip of cock against the
boy's ass hole.

"No master please master no master don't do this to me, please master,
pl...AAAAIIIIIEEEEEEEEEE," the boy screamed out in pain as the black man
shoved hard and forced his cock into the boy's asshole. He didn't stop
there either but shoved every single bit of his cock inside the wiggling
body until his black skin was up against the white. He put his other hand
on the other cheek, pushed the twin white orbs apart and began fucking the
boy hard. The boy was sobbing by then and the other guy told him to shut up
then shoved his cock into the boy's mouth.

I must have had a worried expression on my face because Mr. Mastay came
next to me and whispered,

"Remember, these are performers. The boy is a masochist Tracy. He gets
sexual gratification from pain and humiliation and the entire thing is an
act."

"Yessir," I said quietly, the sound of the black man's flesh slapping
against the boy's ass rather loud in the otherwise quiet room. I wasn't
totally convinced and in fact my cock had finally gotten soft watching what
I thought to be a very convincing performance.

"Oh yeah," the black guy said as he fucked the boy, "I love fucking a tight
white pussy. Shake your ass for me white boy, fuck me with your white boy
cunt." More than one man in the group was rubbing the front of his slacks
and two of them actually had their pants open with their hard cocks
sticking out. Every once in a while the white guy would take his cock from
the boy's mouth and the boy's sobbing would be interspersed with huge gulps
of air, the two competing with the sound of flesh smacking flesh. The black
guy finally pulled out of the boy and began jacking off and in moments the
black hose began squirting out globs of white cum onto the boy's back and
his ass. I'm here to tell you that those big black balls held a lot of
sperm.

As soon as the black guy's cock stopped leaking goo he drug the pinkish
head back and forth across the boy's butt then stepped away and one of the
observers stepped up and took his place. Letting his slacks fall to the
floor the man held his shirt up out of the way and guided his smaller white
cock into the boy and began fucking him. At the other end the white guy had
took his cock from the boy's mouth and he too jacked off and when he came,
he splattered the teenagers face with his cum.  The boy was no longer
crying but then his poor little butt hole wasn't being battered by the
baseball bat that the black had for a dick either.

As soon as the white guy was done he stepped away and of course another man
stepped up to take his place, his white cock sticking out of the fly of his
slacks. He didn't appear to be very large, about my size perhaps, although
it was difficult to tell, and it seemed that the boy was able to take the
man's entire cock into his mouth. Another man had gotten to the floor and
after some fondling had brought the boy's cock back into action and once it
was deemed hard enough the man got in close and began sucking the kid off.

Some of the men had drifted away from the scene so I went back to work with
my tray of drinks and when it was empty went back to the kitchen for
refills.

"How you holdin up kid?" the kitchen man asked as he prepared a tray of
finger food for the group.

"I'm okay Stan," I told the black man. He nodded his bald, chocolate brown
head at me as if to say okay. The door to the kitchen opened and the guy
that I'd been sassy with came in, saw me and said,

"You like that scene boy? You're next. Old Bubba's gonna love plowing that
big black dick into your tight little white ass," the guy growled. "On the
other hand I just might fuck that cute little ass myself," he added then
slapped my butt, rather hard I thought.  He grabbed a flute of champagne
and left. I glanced at Stan who had a questioning look on his face.

"What was that about?" he asked so I told him what had happened. "I don't
think Mr. Mastay would let that happen Tracy, at least not here
anyway. Besides, I'm not exactly sure how Dino would like one of his boy's
being treated like that if that wasn't what he was hired for." For the
second time that night I explained that I wasn't one of Dino's boys which
brought what looked like a worried look to Stan's face. He seemed to think
for a moment then but his hands on my shoulders, looked me straight in the
eye and said,

"Listen to me. That guy is danger, especially if you've pissed him off. Go
get dressed and leave, try not to be seen if you can, in fact use the side
door," he nodded to an open door that led into the main hall.

"But what about my money?" Stan told me that money might well be the least
of my worries at that moment.

"I'm not trying to frighten you Tracy but it might be best if you
left. I'll tell Mr. Mastay that you got sick and threw up and had to
go. Perhaps he'll contact you and pay you but don't wait around for your
money or even tell him you're leaving, just go."

Well, Stan's not trying to scare me had the opposite effect. I thanked him,
shook his hand and went through the appropriate doorway. In the bedroom I
dressed quickly then quietly slipped out the door into the hotel's hall way
and ran as if my life depended on it not having any clue what so ever that
it actually did. The elevator came and when the doors opened a man with an
adorably cute boy about eight or nine years old stepped out, the boy
holding the man's hand. The man looked at the numbers and arrows on the
wall across from the elevator, turned, and headed in the direction that I'd
come from, the boy in tow. As the elevator doors closed on me, I hoped that
the little boy wasn't going where I was afraid he might be going.

I stepped out of the elevator into the wide waiting area just off the lobby
and headed for the front door. I was intercepted by a hotel suit who asked
that I come with him. I started to turn and run but he got my arm and drug
me back toward the elevators, not one of the half dozen people in sight
seeming to notice what was going on. I opened my mouth to yell but a hard
blow to the side of my head caused my ear to ring and my mouth to clamp
shut.

"Just shut the fuck up," the man hissed at me as he keyed into a lock
beside what turned out to be a service elevator. Inside, we headed
downward, the door eventually opening on the parking garage in the basement
where we were met by another big white guy who took hold of a handful of my
hair while handing the suit some money with his free hand.

"Thanks Tony," my new caretaker said, Dino won't forget it. The guy turned
and started walking, leaving me no choice but to go along with him. Around
a corner, he drug me toward a fancy customized van whose side door was
opened as we approached.

"Get in," he commanded. My "fuck you" was met with another ringing blow,
this one to my face. My knees started to buckle but the man simply shoved
me into the opening where someone else grabbed my out flung arms and pulled
me in then the door was slammed shut behind me. As soon as my captor got
into the front seat the van began to move. I managed to roll to a sitting
position with my back to the front of the van and looked around. The
interior was dimly lit but I could easily make out three seats arranged
around a small table and in one of them sat the scariest man I'd ever seen
in my life.

He was dressed totally in black, only his face and head were uncovered. His
skin was white as snow, his bloodless lips a narrow, cruel looking slash on
his pale face. His hair, cascading down over his shoulders and onto his
chest, was just as white, the overall illusion was sort of like a
ghost. The large eyes that stared back at me were the strangest light blue
I'd ever seen and I knew as I looked at him that this guy had like, zero
sense of compassion or caring for anything; and at the moment that included
me.

"How much money you make tonight kid," he asked in a low gravelly voice. I
shook my head.

"I didn't make anything," I said rather indignantly and the guy who had
pulled me into the van hit me in the head again. The albino, I would find
out later that Dino hated that word and no one ever used it in his
presence, nodded his head and the guy who hit me got on the floor and
pushed me onto my back. I tried to struggle but he slammed his fist into my
side and I cried out in pain. As I lay there trying not to cry and barely
succeeding the guy did a quick frisk and found nothing but Nigel's card
which he handed to the man.

"Nothing but this Mr. Dino."  Dino looked the card over and grunted in a
dismissing tone then handed it back to the man while nodding his head
toward the driver and the man passed the card forward. I was hauled back
into a sitting position, my arms holding onto the side where the man had
hit me.

"I don't like people who intrude on my business. People either work for me
or they don't work. People who keep working on their own get hurt. The
question is, are you gonna work for me?"  I learned another lesson that
night which was this; when in an untenable situation one should not
antagonize one's adversary unless one can back up one's play. I did and I
couldn't.

"Fuck you Casper," I breathed out. The next blow must have knocked me out,
which turned out to be for the best because I didn't feel the pain that was
inflicted on me; not right then I mean. I would be in pain for well over a
month after the beating. What I remember after that was mostly in bits and
pieces as I drifted in and out of consciousness, the majority of
information being given to me five days later.

The first was lying on my side on a very hard surface and being wet. I
found out later that I'd been dumped unceremoniously on the sidewalk in
front of Nigel's home in the rain. Apparently Dino's boys then rang the
buzzer and when Nigel's butler answered the intercom told him there was a
delivery out front.

I remember being carried, by James it turned out, into the house. I heard
Nigel say something about finding out who hurt me. Later, in a bed
somewhere, I heard Nigel ask very forcefully if I could be treated
effectively outside of a hospital setting and another voice saying somewhat
angrily that yes I could but it wouldn't be the absolute best.

The longest conversation I heard didn't make sense but went something like
this.

"...and from what I understand it was Dino's bodyguard Powley that did the
beating." James was doing the talking. It was quiet a moment then Nigel
spoke.

"Have it taken care of. Use our Chinese friends and see if they can get
someone out of Hong Kong so nothing comes back on us."

"Dino will know who did his boy," James said. And then I got a real
shocker, well as much of a shock as one might get when loaded to the gills
on Morphine.

"Fuck Dino," Nigel said vehemently, "I should have dealt with that dog
fucking prick ten years ago but mark my word, that albino mother fucker
will answer to this as well, just not right now."  I heard the sound of a
door opening then Nigel say, "And James, make sure that Powley experiences
a great deal of pain."

"Yes sir," James answered, a great deal of respect in his voice. Then I
heard a door close. I tried to look toward where the whispering voices had
been but my head seemed like it was in a vice and couldn't move. Never
before nor since did I ever hear Nigel raise his voice or say an unkind
word about anyone.

I remember hearing my mother talking and I tried to call out to her but my
mouth wouldn't work. I remember having a dream that someone was playing
with my cock and balls and then my asshole but found out later from Nigel
that it was just the private nurse bathing me.  There were other things but
nothing worth mentioning really.

When I finally came out of my fog Nigel was sitting in a chair beside the
bed, his head buried in what looked like and old book. I still couldn't
move my mouth much so grunted and watched as Nigel moved faster than I'd
ever seen him move.

"Tracy my boy, you're with us. Very good. Don't try to talk son, your jaw
is cracked." I raised my eyebrows in surprise, not at the cracked jaw but
that Nigel had called me son. At that point I couldn't care less about my
jaw. Needless to say Nigel thought I was questioning my injury. Using my
left hand, since my right was also immobilized, I motioned for a pen or
pencil. Nigel had anticipated my needing some form of communication so had
what I needed in the room and brought it to me. With a great deal of labor
I wrote,

"Tell me." Nigel tried to put me off, saying I was tired and needed rest
but I insisted, tapping the pen against the tablet repeatedly and trying to
scowl. Nigel looked at me in a rather appraising manner then told me what
had happened, that I'd been beaten pretty badly and left in front of his
house where I was currently ensconced-his words-in a room next to his. I'd
had a concussion, three broken ribs, a cracked jaw, two back teeth knocked
out, various cuts and bruises to my face and a dislocated right
shoulder. Nigel had a private nurse looking after me and a doctor who came
by once a day.

I wrote on the pad again then Nigel said that my mother knew where I was,
had visited every day and while worried, was leaving everything to Nigel to
take care of. That didn't surprise me much. My mom was a really nice lady
but not the most assertive or the smartest. We were also poor and her
health insurance, supplied by the state, not the best by any means so Nigel
was paying for everything. After another note Nigel told me that I would
probably be laid up for three weeks or so.

I was tired and even though I was drugged I was still in pain but wrote one
more note. Nigel looked at it then said,

"It will be taken care of appropriately." I tapped angrily on the note that
I'd written and not for the last time Nigel looked at me in an appraising
manner as if judging what to tell me. "You're sure of that?" Nigel asked
and I blinked my eyes rapidly three times. He finally exhaled loudly then
nodded his head.

"Yes Tracy, it's being done." I wrote another word along side my last one
and Nigel said, "You're welcome." I let go of the pen and closed my eyes
but before I did I tapped a finger on the words I'd written before the
"thanks," the two words that said,

Kill him!