Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2014 17:28:54 -0000
From: elyvanity@mail2tor.com
Subject: The Rent Boy Client - 5

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The Rent Boy Client – 5
by EV

	Tony woke up five minutes before his alarm was set to go off. He turned
it off, so that it would not wake up Shane, then got out of bed. He
stumbled into the kitchen and was happy to discover that there was coffee
ready for him; Shane had set up the automatic coffee maker before he went
to bed. Tony drank his coffee and ate a protein bar for breakfast as he
scanned the headlines on his laptop. He skipped past the coverage of the
Governor's race, Douglas Evans, Chicago's District Attorney, was running
to replace yet another scandal plague Illinois Governor, promising to
clean up Springfield. Instead Tony went to the sports page and read about
the disappointing results of the Cubs game.

	Once he finished breakfast, Tony went for a forty-five minute run around
the neighborhood. He was rinsing off after his run when Shane woke up and
joined him in the shower. Shane, at 5'10" was an inch shorter than Tony;
he was also ten pounds lighter. While Tony had to watch what he ate and
go for a run every morning to stay in shape, Shane's slim physique came
to the boy naturally.

	Shane ducked under the shower head to wet his blond hair. He grabbed the
shampoo and stepped aside as he started to lather up the foot of hair
that remained on the top of his head. Tony finished rinsing himself off
then grabbed the shower gel and started washing Shane. The boy was pale,
preferring to spend his time indoors listening to music and reading. He
had a fine layer of tiny soft blond hairs on his arms and legs and some
blond pubic stubble. Shane just recently stopped shaving his pubes,
explaining to Tony that he didn't want to look like a little boy when he
got to college. Tony, as he had done many times in the past, assured
Shane that he would love him regardless of if his crotch was hairy or
bald, or if he was no longer a boy but a man.

	Tony wrapped his soapy hand around the base of Shane's cock while he
slipped a finger into the boy's ass. He loved feeling his slimy cum from
the last night's fuck still inside the boy's ass. Shane quickly got hard;
he turned around to face Tony then leaned forward and wrapped his arms
around him. Tony guided Shane's hard cock into between his thighs as he
continued to finger the boy's ass. They kissed as Shane humped Tony's
thighs while Tony massaged Shane's prostate with his finger. Tony's own
hard cock was pressed up against the boy's lean stomach.

	Shane knew Tony had to get to work, so he did not fight it when he was
ready to cum after just a couple of minutes. He shot his load between
Tony's thighs then started to drop down to his knees to suck off Tony,
but Tony stopped him. "No, I want to save that for tonight. I promise to
be home at a reasonable time so we can take our time and have a slow fuck
tonight," explained Tony as he looked into the boy's green eyes.

	Shane smiled slyly, "Personally I enjoy the quickies as well as the slow
fucks, but I guess expecting an old man like you to cum more than once in
a day is asking too much."

	"Bitch," snapped Tony as he slapped Shane on the ass for the remark.

	"Oh, have I been a bad boy?" asked Shane as he pouted at Tony. He turned
towards the shower wall and arched his back so his ass was on display for
Tony.

	"Shit, if I didn't have to be in court today for my client's arraignment
I would call in sick," sighed Tony.

	Eventually Tony managed to get himself out of the shower and out of the
house. He stopped by his office and checked in with Jane and Andy. There
was good news waiting for him. Margaret Rice had filed the DA's response
to his motion; she had agreed to transfer the case to Juvenile Court
Division and did not raise any objections to having Dylan released into
treatment at New Beginnings while awaiting trial. Other than dismissing
the charges, it was the best he could have hoped for under the
circumstances. He then went to the county jail to meet with Dylan before
the arraignment.

	The guard let Tony into the interview room where Dylan was waiting, then
shut the door, leaving them alone together under the watchful eye of the
video surveillance. Dylan looked pretty much the same as yesterday, tired
and anxious. Tony reached into his briefcase and pulled out a large
Monster energy drink. He opened it and slid it across the table to Dylan.
"I thought you might like  something a little stronger than the weak ass
stuff they serve here. Unfortunately I had to promise the guard you would
give him a blowjob in order for him to let me smuggle it in," said Tony
as he winked at his young client, then he added, "Just kidding," to make
sure Dylan knew he was joking.

	Dylan took the drink and downed over a third of it before coming up for
air. "Good, cause I already had to blow him in order to get breakfast
this morning," replied Dylan. When Tony reacted like he thought Dylan was
being serious, the boy winked back at him, then added his own, "Just
kidding."

	"So, I listened to that song you recommended. It was very interesting.
Did it have anything to do with why you propositioned a uniformed police
officer and flashed a gun at him?" asked Tony as Dylan was finishing the
rest of the energy drink.

	"I must have been so fucking high I didn't realize he was a cop, cause
normally I don't believe in saying shit in front of the god damn pigs,"
said Dylan as his eyes darted up towards the security camera, "Maybe
there was some subconscious part of me that felt it might be safer inside
than out on the streets at the moment."

	"Okay. I'm going to do my best to protect you and get you help. You will
appear at your arraignment via a closed circuit TV connection. The DA's
office is being cooperative, so while you are waiting trial you will be
sent to a drug treatment program at New Beginnings. As for the trial, we
should be able to come up with some type of agreement that will keep you
out of jail. The only real obstacle is going to be the gun, especially if
it turns up matching ballistics from any other crimes. So I need you come
clean with me on this, is the gun going to be a problem?" asked Tony.

	Tony was glad when Dylan didn't answer right away but instead gave the
question some serious thought. Gone was the tough street punk facade,
instead it was replaced by a vulnerable fourteen-year-old boy that was in
over his head. "I don't think so, but I don't know. I took it from a guy
whose place I crashed at. It wasn't loaded and I was told it didn't work
anymore. I just knew they couldn't blow me off if I had a gun," said
Dylan.

	Immediately Tony's lawyer instincts wanted to jump over the inconsistency
in Dylan's story, but he didn't want to press the boy just then since he
knew the boy was paranoid about the police eavesdropping on their
conversation. "Dylan, I'm willing to go out on a limb for you here, but I
need to believe in you in order to do that. Do you want help? Do you want
to get clean and have a normal life, or at least as close to one as you
can have under the circumstances?" asked Tony.

	Dylan didn't trust his own voice. It had been a couple years since he had
even bothered to wish for a normal that he didn't want to get his hopes
up. He couldn't look Tony in the eyes, but he nodded.

	"Okay then," said Tony, "In a couple hours you will have your
arraignment. I've already spoken with the assistant DA assigned to your
case and she isn't going to object to you being sent to New Beginnings.
That will buy us thirty to sixty days to get you a placement with social
services since I doubt your mother is going to be allowed to take you
back while the criminal case is being resolved, especially since she is
out of state. I am going to try to get your case handled in Juvenile
Court where I believe I should be able to get all the charges suspended
and ultimately dismissed, that is if you are able to complete your drug
rehab program and stay out of trouble until you're eighteen. Is that
acceptable to you?" asked Tony.

	Dylan again glanced up at the camera, and then he turned and looked Tony
in the eyes, "If you think you can do that, than sure, go for it. But
you're fucking naive if you think it's going to be that fucking easy,"
said Dylan.

	Tony took a deep breath, as while there is never a good time to confront
a client and call him crazy, Tony needed to broach the subject. "Dylan,
is there something you are not telling me? Because based on what I have
seen, this isn't a capital case. It's fairly routine and I should be able
to get it knocked down to Juvenile Court and suspended. That is unless
there is something you aren't telling me or you have some mental issues,"
said Tony.

	Dylan smiled and said, "Just because you're paranoid, doesn't mean they
aren't out to get you."

	Tony smirked, "Yes, but I will want you to have a psych evaluation when
you get to New Beginnings."

	"Whatever, I'm not fucking crazy," said Dylan.

	"Okay, well is there anything else that you are aware of that might get
brought up at the hearing that I need to know?" asked Tony.

	Dylan rolled his eyes, but shook his head and said, "No, not that I can
think of right now."

	Tony collected the empty can and knocked on the door to signal to the
guard that he was done. He was walking over to the courthouse when his
phone rang. He looked down and saw it was Maggie. "Hello Maggie, you
calling to let me know you've decided to drop all charges against my
client?" joked Tony.

	"No. I'm calling to let you know I'm no longer on the Richards case.
Jacobs just walked out of my office with the files. It's been reassigned
up to the fifth floor and he is in charge of it now. I don't know
anything else. Not sure what that kid is involved in, but it must be
serious. My contact over in the solitary unit can keep him safe for
another day or two, so good luck on getting him out of there," said
Margaret.

	"What the fuck is going on Maggie?" asked Tony. The fifth floor is where
the homicide prosecutors had their offices and Mark Jacobs was the
District Attorney's go to guy for high profile or politically sensitive
cases.

	"I have no idea Tony, and since I want to keep my job, I'm going to keep
my head down on this for now. Sorry I can't be of more help. Goodbye,"
said Margaret. She hung up before Tony could ask her any more questions
she couldn't answer.

	Fortunately Dylan's was one of the first arraignments of the day, so the
court was not yet running hopelessly behind schedule. Tony only had to
wait a few minutes after arriving at the courtroom before Dylan's case
was called. "Next case is The People versus Dylan Richards," announced
the bailiff. Tony stepped forward to represent Dylan and Deputy District
Attorney Mark Jacobs step forward to represent The People. Dylan's face
was visible on a monitor in the courtroom.

	The judge was Judith Goldstein, a long serving Judge that Tony had argued
in front of before. The charges were read out against Dylan and he
pleaded 'Not Guilty'. After that formality, the Judge turned to the
motion that Tony had filed.

	"Your Honor, the People would like to request a continuance in order to
file an amended response to the defense's motion," said Deputy District
Attorney Jacobs.

	The Judge sighed; she was not pleased that what should have been a simple
five minute arraignment was going to start putting her behind schedule.
"Mr. Jacobs, this seems a simple matter, why do the People need more
time?" asked Judge Goldstein.

	"Your Honor, this case was just transferred to me this morning when it
was discovered that the defendant's fingerprints matched those found at
2575 North Harding, the scene of a triple homicide three months ago. I
would like to request that the defendant be detained at the Juvenile
Detention Facility while we investigate this matter further," said Mr.
Jacobs.

	Tony did his best to keep from letting his surprise show as he glanced at
Dylan on the monitor. The boy's expression did not change; he was not
surprised by the revelation. Tony quickly reviewed everything he had
heard about the triple homicide on North Harding that was in the news a
few months ago. Three individuals, an elderly female, the woman's middle
aged son, and an unrelated young adult male. The word was that it was
drug or gang related. According to the neighbors, a lot of young men and
underage boys frequented the house, which could explain why Dylan's
fingerprints might be at the house, "Your Honor, that address was known
to be frequented by homeless teens, such as my client. Unless the People
have something other reason to believe my client might have been involved
in the homicides and are going to make that case before a Grand Jury, my
client will be just as secure at New Beginnings as he would be in
Juvenile Detention. If the police or prosecution have any questions for
my client regarding their investigation into that incident, they may
submit them to my office in writing."

	"Your Honor, this young man was found in possession of a firearm and his
fingerprints were present at the scene of a triple homicide. We request
that he remain in police custody while we determine if there is any
connection between the defendant's gun and the homicides," said the
prosecutor.

	"Your Honor, the gun in my client's possession was inoperable. Again, if
the People believe there is any connection between my client and the
homicides, they can make their case to a Grand Jury. Until then he needs
help, and I have made arrangements for him to get that help at no cost to
the county. Further, New Beginnings is approved by the State as a secure
alternate to detention," said Tony, hoping that Dylan had not lied to him
about the gun not working.

	"Gentlemen, you have taken up enough of my time already this morning. The
request for a continuance is denied and the motion is granted. Mr.
Jacobs, if you have evidence that this boy was involved in something else
besides what is charged, make your case to the Grand Jury. Until then
this matter is transferred to the Juvenile Court and the defendant is to
be transferred to the secure treatment program at New Beginnings," ruled
Judge Goldstein.

***

Two Years Ago – Chicago, Illinois

	Dylan stared out the window of JT's truck as they headed towards Chicago.
He was tired and still felt a little stoned. JT teased him about having a
'pot hangover' when Dylan complained about having to get up and hit the
road. Dylan tried to go back to sleep in the truck, but was unsuccessful.
Instead he decided to pass the time by talking to JT. "So how do you know
Glen?" he asked.

	"My cousin Danny, the one I got caught fooling around with, gave me his
number when I got out of jail. Danny met him while I was in jail. Not
exactly sure how Danny and Glen met. Danny wouldn't say and Glen isn't
the type that likes being asked questions," explained JT.

	"Do you know where he got that little Mexican boy from?" asked Dylan.

	"That I do know. When I mentioned how jealous I was that he had a little
slave boy he told me he could get me one. Seems he knows a coyote that is
willing to deliver a boy or girl a bit further north of the border for
the right price. Glen is pretty connected and has a lot of contacts,"
answered JT.

	Dylan figured it was best not to ask JT about what was in the small gym
back that JT had placed behind the seat when they got into the truck this
morning. Based on the conversation he overhead, he figured it was drugs.
He also figured the less he knew about it, the better. "So, who are the
friends you are dropping me off with in Chicago?" he asked instead.

	"I called Danny while I was at work and asked him if he could look after
you for a bit, and he agreed. He lives at a place where the owner lets
boys like you and Danny crash. The guy who owns the place is named
Arnold. Forget his last name, it's something Polish, but everyone just
calls him Arnie," explained JT.

	Dylan was amazed at the view of the city as they drove into Chicago. He
had never seen so many tall buildings in his life. JT drove them to the
north side and eventually pulled up outside a light blue house on North
Harding Avenue. There was a garage across a small alley from the house
that was painted the same color, but the garage door was painted like a
rainbow or a gay flag.

	JT grabbed the gym bag from the back and headed to the front door,
motioning for Dylan to follow him. Dylan got out and went to the front
door. By the time he got there, he could hear the door being unlocked.
Eventually a middle aged short fat balding polish man opened the door.
"Hey Arnie," said JT. Arnie just grunted, glanced over at Dylan, then
stepped back and held the door open for them.

	Dylan followed JT inside. As he passed Arnie, he could feel the man's
eyes on him. They went into the living room and sat down. "Arnie this is
Dylan, the boy I was telling you about. He needs a place to stay," said
JT.

	"Anyone looking for him? I don't want to get messed up in any kidnapping
shit," said Arnie as he sat down in a recliner.

	"No, he ran away on his own, and his mother hasn't reported him missing;
Glen checked for me. Speaking of Glen, he asked me to drop this off for
him. Said you would have an envelope for me," said JT as he picked up the
gym bag and set it on the coffee table.

	"I'll be right back," said Arnie as he picked up the bag and left the
living room. The stairs creaked under his weight as he went upstairs.
Dylan felt extremely awkward while he and JT silently waited for the man
to return. Eventually the man came back downstairs and tossed a fat
letter sized envelope down on the table.

	"It's all there. I know Glen well enough not to try shorting him," said
Arnie.

	"Is Danny here?" asked JT as he picked up the envelope.

	"Yeah, he's in his room. It's on the first floor, second door on the
right," said Arnie.

	"Okay, thanks. I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Dylan's it's been
fun. If you are ever back in Waterloo stop by and say hello," said JT. He
got up, kissed Dylan on the top of the head, then went in search of his
cousin.

	Dylan looked over at Arnie. "So are you like a pimp or something?" asked
Dylan.

	Arnie laughed. "No, being a pimp is too much work. I just provide a home
for wayward boys like you. If you want to crash down in the basement,
it's twenty dollars a night. If you are staying downstairs and want to
take a shower up here, its five bucks. A room upstairs here is two-fifty
a week and includes use of the bathroom, but if you take too long a
shower, I will shut off the hot water. I also sell favors if you need
any, either to use or to sell to your tricks," explained Arnie.

	"Favors?" asked Dylan.

	"Ah, right, forgot you are fresh off the farm. Drugs," explained Arnie.
Dylan blushed. Arnie smiled at the twelve-year-old boy's reaction. "Let's
see, other house rules; no bringing tricks back here, do your business
elsewhere. If you bring lice, scabies, bedbugs, or any other critters
back here I will ban you from the house. Don't go upstairs to the second
floor unless you are with me, that's my private space. Payment is all in
advance. If you are short of cash, occasionally, and I do mean
occasionally, I will take payment in trade. So you got any questions?"
asked Arnie.

	Dylan only had ten dollars on him and the realization of his situation
hit him. He was far from home; a home where he wasn't welcome anymore. He
was getting dropped off in a city where he didn't know anyone, by a guy
he barely knew. He didn't even have enough money to buy a spot on the
floor for a night, so if he wanted to stay, he needed to have sex with
this short fat balding man. JT and Glen had been moderately attractive,
and Dylan had been fairly eager to have sex with them, but he did not
find anything attractive about Arnie. "Is it okay if I smoke a joint?"
asked Dylan, knowing that getting stoned would help make what he had to
do more bearable.

	"Sure, knock yourself out kid," said Arnie.

	Dylan pulled out his small remaining stash of weed and rolled himself a
joint. "Um, I'm kinda short on cash right now, is it possible to work out
that trade thing you mentioned?" asked Dylan as his think fingers deftly
rolled the joint.

	"Yeah, I think we can work something out. Take off your shirt and let me
get a better look at you," said Arnie. Dylan set the joint down, stripped
off his t-shirt, then picked his joint back up.

	As Dylan light the joint and started smoking it, Arnie checked him out.
It wasn't often a boy this young stayed at his house. Most of them were
older teens, usually first arriving when they were sixteen or older. They
usually heard about his place from a friend they met on the street. Arnie
was openly groping his dick through his shorts as he looked over Dylan.
He started getting hard as he thought about fucking the boy. The boy's
long brown hair gave him a soft feminine look and the boy hadn't yet been
hardened by the streets. Dylan had a farmer's tan with his arms being
darker than his pale chest and stomach. His tiny pink nipples were
slightly puffy and he had a small 'outie' belly button.

	"As soon as JT leaves we'll go up to my bedroom and have some fun. In
exchange you can stay for two days, either downstairs or in one of the
boy's rooms on the first floor if they'll let you. After that, you'll
need to start paying," offered Arnie.

	Dylan took a long hit off the joint and held it in as he considered the
man's offer. He decided he really didn't have much choice but to accept.
He let the smoke escape his lungs, then said, "Okay, thank you sir."

	"Take off your pants," said Arnie. He figured he would get a good look at
the boy while he waited for JT to catch up with Danny. Dylan kicked off
his shoes and wiggled out of his skinny jeans. He sat back on the couch
in just a pair of black boxer briefs. He spread his thin pale legs and
started rubbing his crotch. The weed was starting to hit him, and he was
beginning to feel horny.

	Arnie continued to grope himself through his shorts as he watched Dylan.
"Take it out, let me see you play with your little boy dick," said Arnie.
He watched the boy play with his dick for a couple minutes. He was just
about ready to give up waiting for JT to leave when the man walked back
into the room.

	"Well, Danny's pretty tired so I guess I'll be leaving. I need to get
back home tonight and still need to stop back by Glen's," said JT from
the hallway. He noticed that Dylan was wearing just his underwear and his
dick was out. "I'll let myself out, you two seem busy. Take care Dylan,
it's been fun. I'll leave your bike on the porch," he said then turned
and left Dylan with Arnie.

	As soon as the front door was closed, Arnie got up out of his recliner.
"Come on let's go upstairs," he said. Dylan got up and started to collect
his clothes. "Leave those," said Arnie as he reached over and grabbed
Dylan's arm, wrapping his hand around the boy's bicep. He pulled the boy
along as the headed up the stairs.

	The first thing Dylan noticed about the upstairs was that it stank. It
smelt like shit and old piss. The smell was strongest when they passed a
closed door that had a 'Keep Out' sign and a pad lock. When Arnie saw
Dylan stare at the door as they passed, he said, "That's my mother's
room. She has Alzheimer's and is bed-ridden." They passed an open door
that led to a bathroom then Arnie pulled Dylan through an open door into
a bedroom.

	Arnie pushed Dylan onto a messy bed. "Take off your underwear," he said
as he begun to strip off his own clothes. Once he was naked, he got on
the bed and stretched out. He grabbed his short thick cock and waved it
at Dylan, "Come on boy, get to it. Suck me."

	Dylan was glad he was high. The weed helped sharpen his desire and made
him horny. He could focus on his desire for cock and ignore how the man
next to him repulsed him. The man's cock was fat, like the rest of him.
It was only five inches long but was far thicker than any of the other
three cocks he had sucked. He leaned over and wrapped his lips around the
big mushroom head. It filled his mouth and his jaw started to ache after
just a few minutes of sucking.

	Fortunately Arnie was more interested in Dylan's ass then he was the
boy's mouth. He ran his hands over the boy's smooth little ass. "Damn
boy, looks like that pucker of yours has gotten a lot of use recently,"
he said as he saw the boy's puffy inflamed asshole. Arnie leaned over and
picked up a bottle of lube off the floor. "I want you to sit on my dick
boy," said Arnie. He lubed up his cock as Dylan got up and straddled him.

	Dylan positioned himself on the top of the man's cock then slowly started
to sit down. Even though Dylan had been fucked several times a day for
the last few days, the man's thick cock still hurt as it stretched his
well-used hole further than any of the previous cocks that had been
inside him. He let out an involuntary whimper as entered him.

	"Yeah, I love to see a boy wince when my beer can opens him up," said
Arnie. He ran his hands up the boy's thighs and grabbed his waist. He
held the boy tightly as he pulled him further down onto his cock.

	"Oww," gasped Dylan as Arnie's cock pressed through his inner sphincter
and slide all the way into his ass.

	"Fuck, I forgot how tight you boys are when you first start out. Soon
you'll have a loose gaping hole and be begging for bigger and bigger
cocks," said Arnie as he held the boy's ass down on his groin. He then
started thrusting his cock up into the boy's ass. After Dylan's ass had
stretched and was accommodating him, Arnie pulled the boy down against
his chest then rolled them over so he had the boy pinned under his fat
torso.

	Dylan was moaning and groaning as Archie jabbing his short fat cock into
the boy's upturned ass. He began to struggle to breath from the weight of
the man's body pressing down on top of him. The boy's thrashing just
turned Arnie on even more and he relaxed his arms, putting more of his
weight on top of the boy. Dylan tried to get his legs in between the man
and him; Arnie just laughed at the boy's struggles and continued to pound
his cock into the boy's ass as hard as he could.

	"Yeah, take that dick you little slut. You were born to have your pussy
used real men," said Arnie as he fucked the twelve-year-old boy's ass.

	Dylan's ass hurt and the man's words made him feel like a whore but
considering he was once again having to let a man fuck him in exchange
for a place to stay, he wasn't in a position to argue. He wondered if
this was what his life was going to be from here on out. Being passed on
from man to man, letting them fuck him in exchange for drugs or a place
to stay. Just a couple weeks ago he would dream of meeting a cute boy and
falling in love, maybe start a family of his own one day. Now he was
wondering where he was going to sleep and where his next meal was going
to come from.

	"Oh here it comes boy, time for your reward. Gonna breed your sweet
little ass," said Arnie as he picked up his pace. "Oh yeah, oh yeah, oh
yeah," he panted as he dumped his load in Dylan's underage ass. He
completely collapsed on top of Dylan when he was finished coming. Dylan
squirmed and shoved until he was able to get out from under the man.

	As soon as the boy was out from underneath him, Arnie rolled over onto
his back. He reached over and grabbed Dylan's skinny arm. He pulled the
boy back towards his cock, "Clean it off bitch. A good whore cleans up
after himself." Dylan looked at the man's softening cock. It was covered
in a mix of cum, lube, ass juice, and a little bit of shit. "Go on you
little whore. You'll be sleeping out on the street tonight if you don't
suck it clean right now," said Arnie. Dylan swallowed, closed his eyes
and took the man's filthy cock into his mouth.