Date: Thu, 6 Mar 2008 20:41:27 -0500
From: A. Cheshire Cat <kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com>
Subject: Hungry For It 5 - The Gift

ungry For It 5
The Gift
A. Cheshire Catt
kierkegaard_is_cool@hotmail.com

The car pulled in the lane. The kid was in the back seat and he'd wiped
the cum off his face onto the blanket from the floor. He didn't have
anything to wear anymore. His underwear were torn to shreds in the
parking lot where these bastards in the front had raped him. He sat like
a toy in the middle of the back seat. He kept checking to see what was
stinging on his back, he'd been pushed to the ground and had scraped
himself. He was dirty and sore. He wasn't bleeding or anything. His face
hurt though.

Dude turned down the music. The car rumbled loud while it idled. He said,
"Okay, this is it. I'm just going to run up there and make sure
everything's a go. Then I'll wave at ya to bring the kid up."

"Sure thing man, make sure you get the money!"

They squealed like kids. This was so exciting. They were about to make
enough money they could skip country and forget everything if they wanted
to. Well, so it seemed. It wasn't going to be that much money at all, but
it sure seemed like it. It was going to be one hell of a great party,
regardless. Dude turned to the backseat and looked at the kid. Dude was
different now. He tapped the kid's head and said, "It's been a real slice
kid. Don't know what it is exactly I'm sellin ya to, but I know what I'm
sellin ya for."

Mack said, "Go now, get ... let's get this the fuck over with."

The door opened and Dude hesitated. "I'm nervous or something."

Mack slapped his arm and said, "Don't be a fuckin chicken shit, asshole,
let's just get this over with."

Dude hesitated, "Oh man, I feel like I'm sealin my fate or something."

The kid in the backseat said, "It's because you have a guilty
conscience."

"Shut up you little fucker." Mack looked squarely at his comrade. "Come
on. Just do this."

Dude got out of the car and Mack leaned on the steering wheel to watch
him ascend a flight of stairs, like a fire-escape, to a second-storey
door. Dude knocked. The kid leaned forward and watched nervously through
the line of blue tint at the top of the windshield.

"Get back kid."

"No."

They saw the door opening then. Dude was standing there talking to
someone. He was holding his hands out, he was laughing. He tossed his
cigarette back down the stairs. Then he looked toward the car and waved.

"That's our sign."

"No," suddenly the kid got nervous. "No! I don't want to go. No, let me
go, let me go, let me go!"

Mack got out of the front seat and he pulled open the front door and
grabbed the legs of the kid and started yankin him out of the car. "Shut
up kid, shut up!" He smacked the kid's side and arm and the kid realized
that sliding on the pavement of the laneway would tear his flesh to shit
so he decided to get up and walk. He was crying and there was definite
bruising on the one side of his face now, probably a little swelling.

Dude came down the stairs and slapped the kid. "Shut the fuck up, you'll
have the Neighborhood Watch comin after us. Last thing I need right now
is to be on the six o'clock news."

Mack held the naked 13-year-old against the car. He sort of paced and
snorted and checked both ways to make sure there weren't no one comin.

He was like, "Hurry man, hurr-rry."

Dude was like, "Cam the fuck down. There ain't nothin gonna stop us."

"I don't ever want to come back here again."

Having wrapped the kid in the blanket he threw the kid over his shoulder
and Dude carried him up the stairs and then turned around to tell Mack to
wait by the car. "Sure thing," the goon said.

Blood was rushing to the kid's head and making it hurt.

"Let me go Dude, this is your last chance."

"No."

"Charlie's gonna fuck with you."

"I don't care, I want the money."

"See you in Hell Dude."

They were through the door then and the smell of incense overcame the
boy. There was a strangely hynotic Spanish-guitar fugue playing, in his
head the music moved in a circular motion. The boy couldn't see anything,
first of all it had been so bright outside and dark inside that it took a
moment for his eyes to adjust; secondly, what with being carried over
Dude's shoulder, he couldn't see much but Dude's ass.

Dude carted him into the living room and lowered him to the floor. At
first the kid stayed looking at Dude, afraid to turn around. He was still
wrapped in that blanket, right up around around his shoulders. The boy
was scared and was shaking and he fixed his hair a little.

Dude said, "I want the money."

A deep voice said, "It's there in the briefcase on the table. But first,
let me see the kid's face."

"Turn around kid, turn around."

"No."

"Don't be scared child, I won't hurt you." The deep voice was asexual and
somehow soothing.

"Do it, kid," Dude hissed, "turn around."

The boy turned around. The sun was coming in the window and it took him
off guard, again his eyes had to adjust to the room. He held up his hand
to shade his eyes, with that the blanket fell around his feet at the
floor. The boy reached down for the blanket and then covered his privates
again with it.

"Oh-ho-ho," the deep voice said, "what have we here, a little boy?"

"Yes, um, ma'am." He wasn't sure how to address the mysterious voice.

There were whispers. "He called you ma'am -- oh he's so cute -- I just
want to eat him up -- He looks perfect -- He looks scared -- He looks
hurt."

The kid wasn't sure what he was looking at. It seemed at first a pile of
costumes tossed off after some run of The Affair of the Necklace had
flopped at a local theater.  There were crowns, tiaras, empire waists,
knee-high leather boots, gowns, silks, velvets, cavalier suits,
tri-corner hats, and smoke. "What's wrong little boy, ain't you ever seen
a revolution?" There were snickers and giggles and hisses and boos.

"No. I haven't."

The deep voice called out, "Have you all you need there young man? Will
you be able to find your own way out?"

"Uh yes, hey kid?" The kid looked over his shoulder then. "Sorry," but
Dude's apology was filthy like Judas' kiss on the cheek.

"Get out of here. Guard! Guard!" A man stood up from the ranks of the
characters in the pile of people by the window. "See this man to the
door."

"Yes Ma'am." A Neopolitan footguard marched passed the kid and made
sure Dude was out the door, the door was locked and then went to the bar
to make the madam a drink.

"Yes, gin please."

With Dude gone the whispers escalated and the guard with the drink went
to the pile of characters with the drink he'd mixed.

The deep-voiced regent took the glass in hand and rose from the
characters in a dizzy fashion. "Darling boy," the voice began, "you'd
think I'd be asking you your name right now, but you'd be wrong. It
doesn't matter what your name is."

"Who are you?"

"Ahh, today I am the Queen of France. Tomorrow I'll be Queen of the
Disco. The day after that, someone else, and someone else again the day
after that."

"Where am I?"

"You are at the door to the rest of your life young man. How old are?"

"I'm uh, uh."

"Do you not know how old you are?"

"I'm thirteen years old now, today is my birthday."

"Your birthday!" She squealed, "What a delight it is to meet you
today." It was suddenly easier to see the speaker. She was a dark-skinned
beauty, a man dressed as a woman almost convincingly. She came up to the
boy and she took his blanket from him. She didn't so much as blush or
make a noise. She tossed the blanket to one of the couches.

"There will be a man coming for you soon enough, any moment now really.
He was the one who arranged this little abduction. He has done it on
behalf of someone else who was acting for someone else. See, you are to
be a gift for someone who is in need of a son. You believe that you are
to be abused, but there are many people in this room who have been such
gifts for such people who deserve them. You are to be elevated to the
highest rank of hell."

"What's going on here? I mean, I don't understand."

There was a ruckus at the door. The boy felt shy and blushed and didn't
know what to do or if he should cover himself or not. The boy turned and
saw a rather fat man come into the house. He stomped his boots like a
horse might, and he cleared his throat and said, "Oh my, what have
we here?"

The mob of characters piled on the floor recited in unison, "A little
boy!"

"Darling, glad you could make it on time to do the deal yourself." This
seemed a bit sarcastic.

"Sorry about that, I had an errand to run." He held up a fistful
of packets of blow. The crowd in the shadows went wild. They clammered
over one another passed the boy and took the stuff and hungrily began
their devouring of it. The feast at the dinner table was dark, men
dressed as a French brigade cut lines on mirrors so chalky they could not
see themselves in it.

The fat man took advantage of this opportunity to take the boy by the
hand and lead him to the washroom. "Come with me, let's get you cleaned
up. I might say it's a pleasure to meet you, but I don't want to mislead
you to think I am the one interested in keeping you."

In the washroom the tub was one of those old metal ones with four beastly
paws to stand on. There was enough space around the tub that one could
clearly walk all around it. A window there let some of the late afternoon
light in. The fat man sat the boy on the toilet and began running a bath.
He made sure the water was hot enough but not too hot and then used some
of the soaps and bubbles and oils to make it an enchanting display of
lavender and cream. The boy shivered and remained silent and the man did
nothing to upset the kid. It was as if he were waiting for the kid to
start their inevitable conversation.

"What's your name?" The kid's voice cracked.

"My friends call me Big Daddy."

"Okay."

"I'm not going to ask your name."

"It's --"

"No ... please, remember that it doesn't matter who you were before,
you'll have a new name soon."

"Okay."

"How old are ya kid?"

"Thirteen, today's my birthday."

"Really? Well, what a fantastic birthday present this is for you.
Wouldn't you say?"

"Not at all. Someone should be looking for me. You're going to be in big
trouble."

"Oh see here, I am Big Trouble. Whatever attempts to save you will be
squashed, no one takes from me the things that I have asked for."

"Am I yours?"

"No no. I will be the one that gives you to the one who will give you to
the one who is needing a son."

"Oh, so you're a middle-man."

The man blushed, "Oh how awkward, but I suppose you're right."

"Here," Big Daddy said, "get in the bath now and clean off and relax, you
must be exhausted. Did those goons hurt you much."

It's not exactly clear why he lied, but suddenly the boy said, "Not
really all that much."

"You're such a tough kid. Kids, you might not realize, are the most
resilient. By the time you're my age young man you'll have mostly
forgotten all this."

The kid stepped into the water. It was a little hot, but it felt so good
and he lowered himself into it gently and when he was all the way in the
bathwater he reclined and felt wonderfully warm and refreshed.

The man sat beside the tub and said, "Here, let me wash you."

The man took a washcloth and lathered some soap in it. He gently washed
the arms one at a time, taking time to wipe each finger individually. He
rubbed in the armpits. He washed across the boy's chest. The boy watched
the man's face while he did this. The man was most pleasantly mesmerized
by something he was entertaining in his head.

"You're really a handsome young man, you know that."

"Thank you."

"Oh, and polite too."

The boy smiled.

"Wash your face now."

The boy took the cloth and gently patted his face. "My face hurts he
admitted. They hit me a couple times."

"That means you put up a fight."

"Um, yes, I did."

"Why? From what I understand you are a street kid, that you haven't
anything to live for."

The boy pouted. He remembered the way he woke up in white sheets and
sunlight, a lover's arms. The man took the cloth from him and started
washing the boy's back and shoulders. The boy went on, "I'd been on the
street for about three, four years sir. I had been with a few people but
they were all mean, or hurt me. Then I found this guy who took me in and
needed to have me around to make sure that he was alright. He was mean to
me too for a while but I knew wasn't such a bad guy so I stuck with him
and I have to admit that everything was starting to be really good for
the two of us. I was thinking I wanted to spend the rest of my life with
him. I want to go home to him, can you let me go."

The man laughed and said, "You're never going home young man. You'll
never see him again and he'll probably forget about you too soon enough."

The boy wept a little.

"Oh come come, little boy, don't you cry. These things, lovers, they come
and go, and you have to be stronger and believe that there are better
things out there for you."

"I was taken from him."

"Because he was weak."

The boy was staring at the mountains of bubbles and heard them whistling
and crinkling and popping quickly in front of him. The man with the cloth
plunged his hand under the water and started to wash the boy's bum and
legs and feet and toes. Then he washed the boy's crotch and found it hard
under the water. "So you're a horny young man."

The boy blushed.

"Well Big Daddy likes m'boys horneh."

With this the rather fat man stood up and started undressing. The boy
watched from his bubble bath as the man pulled off his shirt and revealed
a big belly and a hairy chest. His pants came off next and the boy could
see the man was hard. "Ya, you know I want you to suck my cock boy-a?"

"Yessah."

The boy slid back a bit in the tub and the man got in the tub with him.
The man stood facing the boy and the boy took the man's 7.5 inch cock in
his mouth and started suckin on it nice and slow. "Oh ya, boy, suck it
nice like that, you're real good at this ain't ya. Feels real good the
way you do that kid. Lick my balls, ya, ya ..."

Just then someone came in the washroom. It was someone dressed like a
cavalier in the French regiment. He was big and muscular ... "Sorry guys,
I have to piss."

"Well you better get pissin then."

The guy undid his complicated pants and pulled out a great big schlong.
He was about to piss in the toilet when Big Daddy said, "Piss on his face
while he's suckin my cock."

"Anything you say Big Daddy."

The boy looked up but then shut his eyes again as the guy started pissin
into the bath water while the kid sucked his cock efficiently. The arc of
hot piss comin out the soldier got in the boy's mouth and made the boy
hum with delight. Piss always tasted good to this kid. He enjoyed this.
He laughed a little and the soldier-guy splashed his pissed around.

The soldier-guy finished up and went out into the other room. Next thing
you know there's a whole bunch of soldier-guys linin-up. They're all in
their costumes and they look rather drunk or stoned or high or something
and they're like, "Hey, we hear we got ourselves a real live piss-pig in
here."

Big Daddy laughed, "Well let me just get my cock up in his boy ass and
you can all piss on him while I fuck him." The guys all lined up around
the tub and the boy stood up and bent over and, being warm and soapy from
the bath water, the 7.5 inch cock slipped inside him real nice. He let
out a little gasp. "Say boy, you really like this don't ya?"

The boy wasn't really confused, he was just doing what he does well.

Each of the guy's started pissin on his back, long hot pisses that soaked
him in the stench of man-piss, sending thrills through his body. The man
fuckin him fucked him real slow, his belly bangin on his back and
splashin in the piss. Big Daddy started panting and moaning and the guys
offered their cocks and the kid sort of positioned himself to be fucked
by the man while sucking one cock then another from the awkward vantage
of the tub. The kid's face was soaked in piss, his hair wet with golden
urine, then one man shot out a load of cum then another and the boy
reached with his lips to get as much of the cum on his lips as he could.
There were five men there, all muscly and tan, each dressed as French
dragoons, one more came in after and he was dressed as a philosopher of
the Age of Enlightenment, he pissed on the boy too, and they all shot
their republican loads all over this kid while Big Daddy fucked his arse
good. When they all left the boy lowered himself into the sess pool and
Big Daddy shot his money-shot on this kid's face. The kid licked it up
nice and smiled and suckled the tip of Big Daddy's cock while Big Daddy
said, "Mm, ya, that feels real nice."

"Well now we're going to have to have a shower." First Big Daddy showered
while the boy sat at the bottom of the tub and looked up at his
impressive stature admiringly. When Big Daddy stepped out he told the boy
to take his time.

The boy took a long time. He trimmed his toe nails, he put a little
peroxide on his cut, he cleaned his ears and found a brand new toothbrush
in a drawer that he used to brush his teeth. He was hungry, but he felt
so much better. When the boy came out of the washroom the party in the
other room was loud and boisterous. He wasn't sure where Big Daddy was.
He was naked still but wrapped in a big towel. His face was better
looking now, the scratch on his back didn't sting so much. He was wrapped
in a towel. He was walking through a most impressive crowd of
Napoleon-era costumes. People were lounging smoking from pipes, spinning
in circles dancing around him. Some people laughed at him, cooed and
looked down more closely at him through monocles. Then at the far side of
the room, dressed like quite the Bohemian libertine, upon an Oriental
cushion pushed against the wall, with some boys on either side of him,
smoking, all of them at once, from a hookah, was Big Daddy. "Come here
young man, sit with me, you are my honored guest tonight. Jude, grab him
a blanket please."

One of the boys beside him, a rather dark-skinned boy, gave the kid a
leer and a hiss and got out of his spot and fetched the boy a blanket.
"Come sit next to me, Jude can find somewhere else to sit tonight."

Jude gave the boy another look and then moved away while the kid took the
seat next to Big Daddy. Big Daddy offered the boy some of the smoke but
the boy shook his head. Big Daddy smiled and patted the kid on the head.

A gentleman entered the living room, decked out in the regalia of the
ancient regime, it was the man who'd come into the washroom at the last
minute to piss on him before. The man gave the kid a wink. He unfurled a
long scroll while he placed a monocle in his left eye. "This evening, by
request of the honorable Gros Pere," there were some chuckles from the
crowd, "we have to present in the honor of the Thirteenth Birthday of our
most fantastic guest: A Demonstration of Identical Twins Doin It."

There was some bourgious applause, polite and rather stifled and then
there came to the center of the room, before Big Daddy and the boy, two
young men. They were about 28 and they were quite muscled, they were
wearing tear-away jeans that were baggy and heavy looking, as well some
wife-beaters stretched tight over their huge pecs. Someone put on a cd
and it was a hardhouse minimalist techno beat, rather jungle-sounding,
and the beat was filled with the most extravagent beat that would drag
itself out seductively and then pick up with a blooping, globular
electronic sound. Immediately it was obvious this was going to be some
show.

The two guys were absolutely identical. They even had their hair
shaved in such a way that their ghetto thug look was predominant. They
had a resolute, sweet look, eyes like emerald knives, they looked like
they've killed people ... probably not, but they looked it. They started
break-dancing right there, spinning around on the back, their chests
glistening with sweat, muscles flinching. With each move the crowd gave
an impressed ooo or a marvelled aaaahhhh. Then the two dancers started to
bring their moves closer and closer to one another till finally they
stopped, with the beat of the music hanging onto their pause, till one of
them kissed the other. They pulled back and with quite the slinky moves
they pulled their teeshirts over their heads and revealed the muscular
bodies they'd been tantalizing us with. They moved together again and
grazed each others' nipples and looked at each othe with a sad pout, a
nervous grin, then they kissed again, and again it was all to the beat of
the music. Twins kissing is a most spectacular thing to witness, to see
the defiance of morality and ethics is a delicious feast for the sinful
imagination. The boy though, he had seen this before, not twins ... but
... To see this incestuous display, and hear the crowd giggle when they
saw it, rather upset the boy and he pulled in closer to Big Daddy who
misinterpretted the boy's cowardice as intimacy.

The twins kissed to the beat and tickled each other's muscles and then
one removed the other's pants and flipped him in some fashion, tearing
away his tear-away pants. It was very exciting, mostly because underneath
he was naked and hard and his penis was so perfect, about eight inches
and straight, and cut. They did the same sort of trick but this time when
the twin was revealed this one's cock was uncircumsized and this made the
audience reel. There were fans aflutter all over the room.

The two guys kept kissing and then one lowered down and started sucking
on the other's cock and there was someone in the audience shouted out
they could dance too but someone hushed that person and scolded them for
daring to speak. The two guys were so hot. One did things with his
abdominal muscles and gyrated musically while getting his cock sucked and
then they switched positions and did it the other way. They did things
like they were mirror reflections of each other, they did things like
they were the same person. But it was clear they were brothers and they
had practised this for a very long time to get to the point where they
could perform for Big Daddy and his honored guest. They twirled and did a
personal dance for Big Daddy, they thrust their cocks at him and Big
Daddy took the liberty to pet their thighs. They had skin that was deeply
tanned, soft too, and smooth. They smirked while Big Daddy did a
fingering analysis of the shafts, their balls. The twins turned around
and pulled their ass-cheeks apart. Big Daddy motioned for the boy to
indulge a whim, and the boy leaned forward, buried his nose in the crack
of each ass, one at a time, kissing one puckered asshole then the other.
With that the dancers returned to their routine and they gyrated and
flipped and did arranged skits of dance for their audience. The music
changed tempo, slightly, the melody became slightly more intense. They
held their hands out to the boy whose birthday they were a gift for. The
boy didn't know what to make of this but he held his hand out for them to
take it. They smiled at him, identically. The boy blushed and someone in
the crowd swooned. A fan was fluttering.

The two guys danced him between them. He was nervous and didn't dare look
even once at the audience for fear he'd get nervous and slip-up. He
touched the body of the man in front of him and felt for the beat of the
music and when he was sure he had it he let himself dance to the lowly
beat between Narcissus and Echo. The twins were smiling at each other,
the boy between them was pretty fuckin cute, they stroked his arms and
pinched his nipples and saw that he'd barely grown a single pude
anywhere, they knew the kid was young. The one the boy was facing turned
and let the boy feel his ass against his belly, seeins how they were
taller than the boy, and the one behind the boy turned over too, and the
boy turned sideways to create a symmetrical display like a god with lion
mantles. The twins stood again and danced circles around him and did
moves that were nearly the style of a ballet which hypnotized the boy
that he didn't expect it and jumped a little when one of them grabbed his
butt and swiftly buried his manly nose in his boy-bum. The boy swooned
and there were people in the audience that, having seen many things in
their lives of sin, had never before seen anything as beautiful as
the boy's eyes when he let them roll up into his head with ecstasy. The
other twin came up then in front of him and kissed him and smiled and the
lips were smooth and the teeth perfect and his eyes, so piercing, stabbed
him right through to his heart. (He thought of Charlie, but the thought
was faint and faraway.)

Then the twin at his rear pushed on the boy's back and signalled for him
to bend a bit and the guy slobbered and licked at the fresh little boy
arse then slobbered on his own cock. He turned the boy to face him and
lay down on the floor then and guided the boy's arse onto his shaft. The
boy loved it, it drove him wild, he threw his hands up and the other
twin caught them in his hands and tickled his arms all the way down,
kissed one of his armpits and tickled all the way down the boy's
torso, grazing one of the nipples, then returning to graze the other and
both of them ... the audience melted. Then the twin with his cock in the
boy's ass started fucking the boy nice and slow and the movement of his
tan body with the boy's pale body on top of him was a work of art in a
strange way. The twin on the floor positioned himself in such a way that
the other twin was able to slide down behind the boy, legs wide, and slip
into the boy's already penetrated arse his own circumsized shaft. The boy
quivered and shivered and convulsed a little and let out a gasp unlike
anything he'd let out of him before. He had known much pleasure but
nothing quite like this before. The boy didn't know what to do, he broke
out in a sweat and his eyes bulged and he felt as though it might be too
much. He spied Big Daddy's delighted eyes as he witness this boy being
doubly-penetrated by identical twins of the hottest variety, he did not
wish to let Big Daddy down so he maintained his integrity and took a deep
breath and relaxed and knew better than anything these people were not
going to hurt him ... he let it happen and the second twin's cock slipped
in ... and then suddenly, in a singular motion, the three of them were
fucking. The audience applauded. They fucked there for a moment and the
fucking seemed monotonous or droning somehow but then the twin to the
boy's rear started panting and gripping at the boy and forcing his light
body up and down. The boy felt too weak with pleasure to control the
movement of his body himself, it was a welcome gesture for the twins to
take control of the situation and fuck him more forcefully. "Fuck me,
guys, fuck me, ya. Feels so good, ya, I fuckin love it." Then the twins
pulled out and shot their loads on the boy, who then, having been fucked
so many times that day but not permitted once (since in the morning) to
cum, couldn't help it and jerked himself and came long heavy ropes up
into his own faces and gasped and cried out exhaustedly.

It was as insignificant as a pomegranate seed given to a goddess, but it
was precisely what Big Daddy had wanted to give this boy.

The audience applauded the performance and the two lads kindly bowed to
their host and then turned to bow for the audience. The audience of
royalist-clad characters was a feast for the senses. The boy crawled back
to the seat beside Big Daddy. He kissed Big Daddy on the cheek and
muttered, "Wow." This time when Big Daddy offered the kid some smoke from
the hookah he accepted. The smoke was stronger and more acrid than he'd
anticipated. It was hash and the boy's mind whirled with it. There was an
array of trays and food brought to them there on their cushions. There
were trays of fruit, cake, meat-delicacies, wonders of pastry, all icing
and candy. The boy was starving. He dove into the contents of the trays
and ate so ravenously that he barely noticed the partiers in their revel
anymore. Big Daddy told him, "Slow down, pace yourself." A couple of the
people dressed as ladies, with manly hands hid their faces with fans
while they giggled at the boy as he gluttonously devoured the hors
d'ouevres. Big Daddy defended the boy, "Was a hungry boy, growing boys
you know ..." He puffed from the hookah and blew out rings of smoke.
Dancing continued around them, the boy satisfied his hunger and then
leaned against Big Daddy's folded legs and went quickly to sleep.

A dreamless sleep was abruptly ended by the sound of a door opening. The
kid didn't know where he was but presumed it was the same house as the
revelery was still to be heard in another room. He was asleep alone in a
bed. He was under the blankets. The door opened and Big Daddy could be
seen in the dark as he led someone into the room. "This is where we put
him. Poor guy filled himself on sweets and then fell asleep." He listened
to the breathing of the second character. He could instantly smell
something in the air, the chill of the night maybe, the perfume of a
dangerous man. The stranger said quietly, "Leave me with him for a
moment."

The door closed.

"I know you're awake young man, look at me."

The boy poked his head out from under the covers and peered at the man
there. He wore a long black coat and had grey hair upon his head. The
rest of his features were smudged by the dimness of the chamber.

"I need you to get up and come with me. Now is the hour."

"I'm so tired. Can't it wait till morning?"

"No, child, you'll see there will be plenty time to indulge yourself soon
enough, but right now we are the minions of a man whose requests must be
heeded."

The boy was tired. It was an ungodly hour of the night, nearly morning
again, the boy's sleep had been long really, but it hadn't been restful.

"Come child. Awaken."

The man stood then and removed the blankets from the bed.

"I have nothing to wear," the boy said with a dainty covering up of
himself.

"I have a robe for you to wear." He unfurled a black cloak with a hood.
"And a collar, with this leash."

"What? I don't understand. What's that for then?"

"You, child, are an exquisite prize, but the presentation is imperative."

The boy stood and the man placed the black robe about the boy's shoulder
and clasped it at the front. "You are a handsome young man," the
gentleman said, "I'm sure you'll be sufficient."

The gentleman with the smell of a deep dark night opened the collar with
it's shiny metallic clasp and leather length and reached with his gloved
hands to place it around the throat of the boy.

The boy pulled back.

"I'm scared."

The man merely grunted. "Don't be."

"What's going to happen to me?"

"You're about to be given everything you always dreamed of."

"But what about Charlie? Someone who knows I am missing. He'll be looking
for me."

"He'll lose track of you and you won't be found."

"What happens if I'm not 'sufficient'?"

Without saying it, the equation was obvious, if he was not sufficient
only then would he really be lost. The man merely smiled. "Don't think
that way." He then lunged a little more forcefully at the boy and wrapped
the collar about his neck. Fastened, he took the length of the leash and
attached that to the boy through a silver loop at the front near the
boy's Adam's Apple. He led the boy from the dark of the room to the
hallway where the party could be seen plainly erupting in a
gorgeous volcanic orgy as though molten sex were spewing up through the
floor. At the door Big Daddy was waiting with huge turban wrapped around
his head, in full costume, an opium pipe in his hand, a sting of tarry
smoke connecting his mouth to the tip of it.

"We'll see each other soon young man, I assure you that. You make sure to
treat your father with the utmost respect and he'll reward you for your
loyalty." He pat the boy on the head as the gentleman escort placed the
hood of his cloak over the young man's head. "You're a good boy. I
promise great things for you."

"Thank you Big Daddy."

And with that they bid each other farewell and the gentleman led the boy
down the narrow stairs from that second floor apartment to the street
where a car, long and shiny black, was waiting. Only about 12 hours
before, he'd arrived the beaten, raped, abducted boy ... now he was the
prestigous gift for some maniacal and still vague father-figure.

From the windows there were doilies and handkerchiefs being tossed from
melodramatic fools. What a scene! The man put the boy in the back of the
limosine and followed him into the dark recess of the car. They began
driving and drove to the east side of the city towards a familiar part of
town.

--- --- ---

The car took a strange circuit of streets. As they waited for lights to
change the boy leaned around and checked up roads to see if he could see
any sign of Charlie. He was certain he might catch a glimpse of his hero
looking for him in alleyways, trashcans, ditches, gullies, anywhere.
"What time is it?" He was told it was 4 in the morning, the dead hours.
No one was anywhere. The car took a road that led them up a hill, they
were actually really close to the house where he'd been abducted from, he
realized. He could wait till they stopped and make a run for it, darting
through the streets. He imagined a cop spotting him, a boy of thirteen in
a cape and leash running madly toward a house, he imagined explaining
himself to the cop. Suddenly he remembered what Big Daddy had told him
about this process being impervious to the law, that he was trouble, he
felt a wave of reluctance weighing him down. He remembered the leash and
noticed it was still firmly held in the gentleman's hand.

They were now in the part of town known to locals as the student slums.
Old manors and mansions lined these streets. They were rented out as
dormitories for students and there were embassies among them and strange
homes still owned by old money. He knew this part of town very well. He
knew that in these homes was the house belonging to that wretched beast
of a man that was his real father, that harbored in that house was the
mother that saved him by forcing him out, that he had brothers and
sisters suffering in that house at the madman's hands. He shivered. He'd
not worn clothes all day, he hadn't eaten well, he felt a pang of
nostalgia to know what he had felt a sense of domestic bliss with that
guy and all that was gone now.

The car turned onto a little street.

Sunlight was sneaking up through the door of night, the birds added a
creaking tinge to the stillness. The dawn chorus was erupting from the
ancient elms and mighty oaks that lined these streets. The car slowed in
front of a large mansion, its facade positioned right against the
sidewalk windowlessly. There was silence as the driver alit from the
front of the car and came round to the passenger side door where the
cold air that entered the car sent a chill through the boy's spirit.

"We're here," the man said, "and now your true life begins."

They stepped from the car and the boy felt the tug of the leash on the
collar as the man joined them.

The boy looked across the street at a frightening Victorian mansion that
seemed to sigh with old age and moan with despair at dawn of another day.
The windows were all dark, all but one in the attic, and the boy could
swear he saw someone in that window watching him. Someone that wasn't
much older than himself, a boy, a frail effeminate boy. He smiled but the
boy in the window quickly put out the light. And put out the light.