Date: Sun, 10 Jul 2011 12:58:29 -0500
From: Keith Yates <farmerboykeith@hotmail.com>
Subject: Devyn Struggle 18

This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men.
If this offends you, why are you here?  If you are under the legal age to
read sexually explicit material then do not read any further.  This story
in no way represents any person living or dead.  Any resemblance to any
real person is purely coincidental.

For those of you who have read my previous stories The Coach's Office
(Athletic section), Jake's Tale (College Section) and Rick's Barn (Rural
section) you will find this story a bit different than those.  I hope you
will give it a chance and if it isn't what you are use to from me then
don't worry as there will be additions to Jake's Tale and Rick's Barn that
you might find more interesting.

Character List

Devyn Roberts -- Main character

Judy Roberts -- Devyn's Mom

Frank Roberts -- Devyn's Dad

Brent Watson -- The boy across the street and Devyn's new friend

Linda Watson -- Brent's Mom

Richard Watson -- Brent's dad

Sue Henderson -- Devyn's Girlfriend?

Tracy Rogers -- Brent's Girlfriend?

Matt -- Works at Devyn's father's construction site and is gay.

Bryan -- Matt's partner

Tom fisher -- Man who befriended Devyn

Chapter 18

Devyn felt as though he had lost complete control of his life.  He now
seemed to be a possession of Tom's.  Devyn was something Tom could use and
apparently abuse.

Devyn had received two more blows after those in the bathroom.  He had
tried to stop Tom from forcing him to meet this man.  Tom had lost patients
with Devyn's protest and landed another blow across Devyn's face.  Devyn
had started to strike back, but that had just ended up causing tom to land
a solid punch to Devyn's abdomen.  The punch had knocked the air from Devyn
and he found himself looking up at Tom from his knees.

"Don't try that shit again," Tom had warned him.

Now they were in tom's car speeding through the city to where ever it was
Tom was taking him.

"You need to just stop being such a little fucking pussy," tom said coolly.
"You are going to enjoy what happens tonight and you are getting well
paid."

"But isn't this, I mean this is illegal."

"You are fulfilling an old guys fantasy.  You are going to have fun, and I
know he will enjoy everything the two of you do."

"But I don't know what to do Tom.  I mean, I have never done this sort of
thing before."

That is even better," Tom said.  "the more inexperienced and innocent you
seem, the more he is going to like it.  Don't be surprised if he blows his
load just by looking at your sexy young body."

"He sounds like an old pervert," Devyn said softly.

"yeah, but he is a rich old pervert."

"Just how much am I making tonight then?"

"don't worry your little head about that.  I am taking care of the money."

"But if it is my money..."

"Don't forget that you owe me for all the clothes I bought you.  Not to
mention all the food you have eaten and putting a roof over your head.
Just remember you would still be back in that little town of yours sleeping
with the dogs if it were not for me."

Devyn wondered if sleeping with the animals might be better than sleeping
with Tom.

Tom turned the car down a street that was lined with big old houses.  Each
house was set back behind a wrought iron fence.  There yards were perfectly
cared for.  It appeared they had just been mowed today and that the trees
and bushes were freshly trimmed.

Tom stopped the car well back from the house.  The long circle drive was
made up of cobble stones and looked like it was from a different time.

Tom turned in his seat and looked at Devyn.  His eyes dark pools in the
light filtering in through the cars windows.

Tom reached out and rubbed Devyn's shoulder.  He could feel the tension in
the kid.  He knew he needed to do something to make the boy relax.  He had
to make this go well.

"I'm sorry about earlier Devyn.  I am afraid I let my temper get the better
of me.  It is just that tonight is very important for both of us.

Devyn wanted to pull away from Tom.  He wanted to jump out of the car and
run into the moon lit night.

Tom's soft voice and words were both apologetic and sounded caring to
Devyn's ears.  Maybe Tom had just been stressed and let his temper get the
better of him.

"The man we are here to meet is very important.  I owe him and he is
requiring a pay back now.  I understand that I am asking you a lot, but I
need your help Devyn.  I need for tonight to go well.  I need this man to
be in my debt for a change."

Devyn could almost hear pleading in tom's voice.  He could almost hear Tom
begging him for his help.  Tom had done a great deal for him.  Tom had
opened up his home to him.  Tom had been generous by buying him the clothes
and taking care of him over the past couple of days.

"I, I, want to help you tom, but I just don't know if I can do this.  I
don't know if I can do the things that this man is going to want me to do."

"I know it is asking a lot Devyn.  I know it is, but we both need to keep
this man on our side."

Tom's hand was rubbing up and down Devyn's arm and across his shoulders.
Tom's warm fingers closed around the soft skin at the back of Devyn's neck.
His fingers sliding up under Devyn's soft hair.  Tom gently squeezed and
massaged the back of Devyn's neck.

"I know you can do this Devyn.  I know it is asking a lot of you, but I
know that you can help us both out."

"I, I don't know if I will be able to Tom.  I mean I want to help you, but
I am afraid that when it comes time to actually do something with the
person, that I won't be able to do it."

"I understand Devyn.  Really I do, and I think I know how we can solve that
problem."

Until now Devyn had kept his eyes down looking at his hands in his lap.
Now he turned and looked back at Tom's face in the moon light.

"How?"

Tom took his hand from Devyn's neck and reached into his pants pocket.  He
withdrew a flat square box from his right pocket.  Tom opened the lid of
the box and dropped out two pills into the palm of his hand.

"I want you to take these.  They will relax you," Tom said.

"What are they?"

"Like I said they will relax you.  They help take the edge off of your
nerves.  They will make you feel better."

Devyn looked at the two white pills in tom's hand.  One was round and flat
and the other was long and narrow like a capsule, but it wasn't a capsule.

"Go on Devyn," Tom encouraged pushing his hand closer to Devyn.  "Take
them.  I wouldn't give you anything that would hurt you."

Devyn slowly took the pills from tom.  He looked at the small things and
wondered if he should be doing this.  He could stop this.  He could refuse
to take the pills.  He could refuse to go into the large house that loomed
at the end of the driveway.

"It's okay Devyn.  Really they are completely safe.  But if you don't want
to take them you don't have to take them.  You don't have to do anything
you don't want to do.  If you don't want to help me out, that is fine.  If
you can't find it in your heart to help me when I need it, you don't have
to help me.  I can just drive back to our apartment and we will find
another way to work things out."

Devyn latched onto how tom had said "our apartment".  It was like they were
a family.  It made it seem like maybe they were partners in this.  How
could Devyn let down his partner.  How could Devyn refuse to pay tom back
after everything that tom had done for him.

Devyn closed his eyes and popped the two pills into his mouth.  He used his
own saliva to swallow the pills down.  then he turned and looked into tom's
eyes.

"Of course I will help you tom.  I, I like you a lot."

"I like you a lot to son.  I like you more than you know."

Tom rubbed his hand up and down Devyn's leg.  His palm feeling the soft
silky fabric of the pants the young man was wearing.

"Do you think you are ready to go and meet our client?"

"I'm as ready as I will ever be," Devyn said.

"Great.  You don't know how happy you have made me Devyn.  You don't know
how well this will work out.  I just know it is going to be great for both
of us."

Tom moved his hand up to Devyn's crotch and gave the teens basket a gentle
squeeze.  His fingers feeling the soft teen boy flesh.

Tom drove the car up to the house and turned off the engine.  He looked
back over at Devyn.  His eyes taking in the young teen.  The kid looking
even younger tonight than when tom had first picked him up in that bar.

"come on lets go inside and meet Mr. money bags."

Devyn followed tom up to the large double front door.  Tom put his arm
around Devyn's shoulders and held him tight as they rang the door bell.

The musical chimes played inside the house and the two of them weighted.

Devyn was surprised that he was not more nervous about what was going to
happen.  He was actually getting a little excited about doing this.  He
wondered what kind of sick pervert he was that he was getting excited.

The door was opened by a man that was older than Devyn's father.  His eyes
were blue and his hair was completely gray.  He was about Devyn's height,
but was overweight.  His belly was pushing out the front of his pants.

"Ah Thomas, come on in," the man said.

Tom led Devyn into the entry way and the man closed the door behind them.
Devyn took in the oak trim of the doorways and the polished marble floor of
the entry way.

"I thought we could sit in the din and get reacquainted," the man said.

"Sure Henry , that would be great," Tom said.

The man called Henry , led them by a large living room and past a dining
room with a huge table that had to be able to seat 20 or more people.
Devyn was not given much time to check out the rooms as they were soon
walking down a short hall way into the din.

Book shelves covered one wall and every shelf was full of large volumes.
They all looked expensive and almost as if they had never been opened
before.

The large walnut desk sat at the far end of the room.  It was positioned
the way most desks were.  The front of the desk facing the room, so that
whoever sat behind the desk appeared to be the one in charge.

A long brown leather sofa sat along another wall and a large leather chair
sat next to the desk.

There was also a wet bar next to the door they had came through.  It seemed
to hold a variety of different kinds of drinks.  It was probably always
well stocked for any kind of occasion.

"So this must be the young man you told me so much about," Henry said.

"yes, this is Devyn.  Devyn this is Henry ."

"Nice to meet you Sir," Devyn said.

"Oh my, such a polite boy," Henry said smiling.  "I like that, but you can
call me Uncle Henry ."

"Um, yes, Uncle Henry ," Devyn said hesitantly.

"go on, go on have a seat.  I'll fix us a couple of drinks."

Tom led Devyn to the leather sofa and pulled him down next to him.  Tom sat
on the right end of the sofa and Devyn was seated in the middle.  This
allowed Henry to sit right next to Devyn when he had brought them the
offered drinks.

"If I remember right Thomas, you like your scotch neat."

"Yes, that is right," tom said.

"I also fixed one for the young man here.  That is okay isn't it?"

"Oh, I don't..."  Devyn started to say he didn't drink, but Tom cut off the
words.

"That is fine.  I don't normally let him have alcohol.  You know he is
young and all, but tonight is a special occasion."

"yes, yes it is."

Tom handed Devyn the glass and Devyn took it.  Devyn had drank beer before,
but nothing stronger than that.  Now he was being offered scotch.

Devyn lifted the crystal glass to his lips and took a small sip.  The
strong drink seemed to explode in his mouth and down his throat.  He wonder
just how strong this stuff was.

"Oh yes, it is strong," Henry said watching Devyn intently.

Devyn took another small sip and found this time it was a little smoother
for him.  He just had to get use to it.

"That's a good boy.  Drink that up."  Henry's hand was patting Devyn's leg
and gently rubbing up and down his upper thigh.  His fingers seeming to
grow closer and closer to the teens equipment.  "It will put hair on your
chest.  He looks so young and innocent sipping his scotch."

Devyn was growing a bit fuzzy as he listened to the two men talk.  They
seemed to be talking about something he should be paying attention to, but
he was having trouble making his mind focus.

Henry kept patting his leg and rubbing up and down his inner thigh.  Then
he felt Henry's fingers touching his crotch.  His fingers fondling him
through his tight pants.

This seemed to clear some of the fuzziness from Devyn's mind.  He focused
on Henry and what Henry was saying.

"My you are a big boy aren't you?"

"Um..."

Devyn didn't know what to say to that.  Then he realized that he and Henry
were alone in the room.

"where, where's tom?"

"Oh, Thomas had to go take care of some business.  Don't worry he will be
back.  This will give us time to get better acquainted.  Just relax and let
Uncle Henry teach you about being a boy."

Devyn then realized that the first several button's of his shirt had been
undone.  His smooth chest was exposed and he could feel Henry's hand
rubbing across it.  His fingers were touching Devyn's nipples.

"Your skin is so smooth and soft.  It feels so good that I think I could
eat it."

Henry leaned in and began licking the exposed skin of Devyn's chest.  His
hot wet tongue was running up and down the middle of Devyn's chest between
his two pectoral muscles.

Henry's fingers quickly made short work of the remaining buttons.  He
pushed the shirt open to allow himself better access to Devyn's smooth
chest, flat belly and erect nipples.  His fingers slid over the smooth,
soft skin.  Henry's tongue licked first one nipple and then the other.  He
spent a considerable amount of time between Devyn's two pectoral muscles
licking and kissing.

Devyn felt Henry's fingers opening up his pants and sliding inside to find
the teen package covered in the thin material of the bikini briefs Tom had
picked out for Devyn to wear.

"Oooo, what have I found here," Henry said massaging the young genitals and
feeling them respond.

Devyn could not stop his penis from growing erect.  He was not attracted to
Henry in the slightest, but his dick still got hard and he was feeling very
excited at the moment.

"maybe we should take these pants off of you.  They seem to be too tight
for you."

Henry pulled Devyn to his feet.  He first pushed the shirt off of Devyn's
shoulders and down over Devyn's arms.  Henry's hands slid up and down
Devyn's arms and then over Devyn's chest.  Henry pulled Devyn in for a
close hug.

"Just relax son," Henry said into Devyn's ear.  "Uncle Henry is going to
take real good care of you.  I'm going to show you how to be a good boy for
Uncle Henry."

Henry's hands slid down from Devyn's shoulders, down over the smooth skin
of Devyn's back.  Down to the firm young ass cheeks.  Henry squeezed them
and then pushed Devyn's pants down.

"Oh my such a sexy young boy," Henry said.

Henry's hands were sliding all over Devyn's body.  His fingers were feeling
Devyn's soft smooth skin.  His eyes were drinking in the slender body.

"Such a sexy boy and in such sexy little undies."

Henry then began undressing himself.  He pulled his shirt off and dropped
his pants.  He stood there in a white V neck tee shirt and blue boxers.
His boxers tented out with his erect manhood.

Henry proceeded to pull his t shirt off.  His pale skin and flabby torso
were coming into view.  His chest was covered with salt and pepper hair.
His Pecs were sagging and his belly was hanging over the boxers that were
soon pushed down to reveal Henry's hard sex.

Henry sat back down on the leather sofa and pulled Devyn down onto his lap.
His arms were holding Devyn tight.

"Such a good boy," Henry said.  "Such a good young boy."

Devyn's mind seemed to be growing more and more fuzzy again.  He seemed to
be sliding outside his body.  He could feel Henry's hands pulling his
bikini's down.  he could feel Henry licking and sucking on his chest, then
his belly and finally his smooth crotch.  He then felt Henry take his
hardness into his mouth and begin nursing on it.

"Ahahahaha," Devyn heard himself moan as Henry performed oral sex on him.

As Henry's mouth was working up and down Devyn's erect teenhood, Henry's
fingers were working over Devyn's smooth testicles and then back behind
them into his most private areas.

Devyn' felt the penetration of his hole by Henry's fingers.  He felt them
working in and out as Henry continued sucking on his teen rod.

Devyn could not believe that his dick was responding to the unattractive
man sucking on him.  The man was old enough to be Devyn's father or maybe
even grandfather.  For some reason though, his penis kept growing harder.

Henry licked and sucked up and down Devyn's teen rod and bathed those
smooth testicles with his tongue.  He had worked two fingers into Devyn's
hole and was beginning to push a third one up inside the boy.

Devyn's mind was growing fuzzy again.  He was losing himself in the
sensations coming from his genitals.  The alcohol mixed with the drugs tom
had given him were working full force on his system now.

Devyn' felt Henry's weight on top of him.  He felt the flabby mass of the
older man and he felt the rough hairs of Henry's chest and legs rubbing
against his skin.  Henry's hands were sliding all over Devyn's body.
Henry's knees were pushing his legs apart.

Distantly Devyn felt Henry lifting his legs.  He felt the older man pushing
them back over his chest.  Then he felt pressure at his anus.  He felt a
sharp pain and then more pain inside him as something was inserted into his
rectum.

"Ohohohoh," Devyn moaned in pain.

"Oh, I know baby boy, Henry knows it hurts but you are giving uncle Henry
so much pleasure.  Tell Uncle Henry you want him to put it in deeper.

Devyn's mind was foggy.  He muttered something, but he wasn't sure if the
words came out correctly.  He felt Henry pushing in deeper.  He felt his
anus being penetrated and stretched.

Henry began thrusting in and out.  His sex sliding deep inside Devyn.  His
thrusts growing harder and harder.

Devyn's eyes were closed.  He tried to think of something else.  He tried
to pretend that this was not happening to him.  He tried to ignore the pain
coming from inside him.

Minutes seemed like hours to Devyn.  The thrusting and grunting from Henry
seemed to last an eternity.  Then finally after a loud grunt and a cry of
pleasure from Henry , the thrusting stopped.

Henry collapsed onto Devyn.  His big sweaty body covering Devyn's slender
body.  His slick sweat skin sticking to Devyn's.

"Oh baby!  Oh son.  You made Uncle Henry very happy," Henry said into
Devyn's ear.

Devyn said nothing.  He lay there letting Henry catch his breath.  He just
wanted this to be over.  He hoped that it was all a bad dream.

The next thing Devyn knew Henry was standing next to him fully dressed
wiping his face with a damp cloth.

"that's it son.  You had a nice little nap with uncle Henry .  Now it is
time to wake up and get dressed before Thomas comes back.

Devyn looked up into the eyes of the old man.  They were gentle looking,
but Devyn could still feel the man's hands on him.  He could still feel the
soreness coming from his hole.

"I, I, I think I need to go," Devyn said.

"Oh in a few minutes.  Let's just get you cleaned up first," Henry said.

Henry proceeded to wash Devyn's body with eh cool cloth and then pulled him
to a sitting position.  He helped Devyn dress and gave Devyn a glass of
water before he left the room.

Devyn sat there with the water trying to clear his head.  The fog was still
there.  He felt detached from his body and his surroundings.

After about thirty minutes, tom came back into the room.  He was grinning
crookedly at Devyn and was stuffing a white envelope into his pocket.

"Well, how are you doing champ?" Tom asked.

"I'm, I'm okay, I guess."

"great!  You did a wonderful Job.  Henry loved everything about you.  He
said he will be wanting you back the next time his wife goes to visit her
sister."

"I, I don't know if I can do that again," Devyn said.

"Oh, you will fill differently after a good night's sleep."

Devyn and Tom left the large house on the lavish estate and went back to
Tom's apartment.  Tom made Devyn take a shower all though all Devyn wanted
to do was crawl into bed.

Tom even came into the bathroom and inspected Devyn's rectum.  He
pronounced it undamaged by Henry's rough treatment and promised Devyn the
next time it would not hurt as much.

After that first experience with Henry , tom began setting up meetings for
Devyn about two or three times a week.  They were usually all older men
Devyn's father's age or older.  They all seemed to have plenty of money.
Sometimes they would have Devyn over to their homes, but more often than
not, they would meet in a very lavish hotel room.  They all liked to
undress Devyn and run their hands all over his body.

Every time Devyn had one of his appointments.  Tom had a couple of pills
ready to help Devyn relax.  Devyn soon realized that he was beginning to
look forward to his appointments and the pills Tom always had for him.

It was after several weeks of appointments that Devyn had the worst
experience.  The man was in his late fifties.  He was Devyn's height and
outweighed Devyn by about 65 pounds.  There was a lot of flab, but there
was also a great deal of solid muscle under the flab.

Tom had given Devyn three pills that night.  Tom said that Devyn might need
a little extra relaxation.

The man was demanding and ordered Devyn to strip as soon as Devyn had
entered the lavish downtown apartment.  Devyn did as the man commanded and
removed all of his clothes.

"I don't think you are really thirteen," he said.

"I, am, Sir," Devyn lied.

"that is an mighty big dick for a thirteen year old.  But you are smooth
like a little boy."

"Yes Sir," Devyn said looking down.

Devyn could already feel his penis growing hard.  He had begun to wonder if
one of the pills Tom gave him was something like Viagra.

"Look at me and watch me,": the man commanded.

Devyn looked up and watched as the man undressed.

If the man had been forty pounds lighter and fifteen years younger, he
probably would have been a very attractive man.  Now however he was showing
his age and time had not been as kind to him as it might have been.

Devyn watched as the clothes came off.  He took note of the dark hair
between the two pectorals. He also noticed the flabby stomach that stuck
out over the man's erection.  He noticed the scar to the right of the man's
belly button.  He also noticed the birthmark on the inside thigh.  It
reminded Devyn of the shape of Texas.

The man grabbed Devyn and roughly pushed him to the floor.  His fingers
tangled in Devyn's hair and pushed Devyn's face into his crotch.

"Show me what a good little faggot cock sucker you are."

Devyn opened his mouth and sucked in the erect penis of the older man.  He
began to suck on the erection just the way tom had taught him.

Tom had been giving lessons in servicing a man.  He had Devyn suck him
every night and he anally penetrated Devyn a couple times a week.  Devyn's
discomfort at anal penetration was getting less, but he was not enjoying it
like he thought a gay man should.

"That's it you little pussy boy.  Suck it.  Suck it good.  Suck it so I can
fuck you with it."

The man continued calling Devyn all sorts of names and telling him what a
worthless little faggot he was.

He slapped Devyn hard across the face when Devyn's teeth had lightly
touched the man's shaft.

"Do that again you little fucker and I'll do more than just slap your
little pussy mouth."

Devyn had apologized and promised not to do it again.

Then the man had pushed Devyn roughly onto his back.  The carpet scratching
his skin.

"Now I'll show you what you are good for."

The man was on Devyn and slamming inside of him harder than anyone had
before.  His ass hurt again and he felt the man relentlessly pound him.  In
and out.

That's it take Russell's big cock into that tight pussy of yours."

The man's fingers closed on Devyn's sensitive nipples and he twisted and
pinched them as he roughly slammed in and out.

The man was gripping Devyn's wrists tightly holding them to the floor.  The
man's fingers were digging into Devyn's flesh and he knew he would have
bruises from the rough treatment.  Devyn's back was getting a rug burn from
the friction caused from the hard thrust.  He was glad that the pills tom
gave him made the pain seem distant.

The man rolled Devyn onto his side and slapped his ass as He pounded in and
out.  His hand leaving red prints behind as he penetrated Devyn.

"That is it you little bitch take it.  Take every fucking inch of my cock."
Russell's words were loud and punctuated with a punch into Devyn's rib
cage.  Devyn grunted with each thrust and punch.  He started to try and
pull away, but that just made Russell more violent.

"Where the fuck you think you are going?" Russell snapped.  He grabbed
Devyn and his fingers closed on Devyn's throat.  "Don't think you can
fucking get away from me.  Don't think you are going to get away and not
get my juice blasted into your fucking queer little ass."

Russell's fist slammed into Devyn again.  Then it hit him again.  Devyn
stopped struggling and let Russell abuse him.  He was in pain from the
rough treatment and wondered if the man might end up killing him.

"yeah like a good little fucking bitch now.  You know what you are now
don't you?  Tell me!  Tell me what you are bitch boy."

"I'm a bitch," Devyn said.

"Yeah, a pussy for man cock right?" Russell said.

"Yes," Devyn said.  "I am your pussy boy."

"Oh yeah!" Russell cried in pleasure.

Russell climaxed inside Devyn.  His hot seed filling the condom he was
wearing.  '

Devyn was glad that the man was wearing a condom.  He did not want to have
him cumming inside him and risk contracting a sexually transmitted disease.

After climaxing, the man withdrew from Devyn and left him lying on the
floor.  He landed a kick into Devyn's side ordering him to get up and get
dressed.

Devyn struggled to his feet fighting the drugs in his system and trying to
find his clothes at the same time.

"Come on, come on!" Russell yelled.  "Find your fucking clothes.  Get
dressed.  You fucking worthless piece of shit.  You fucking little fag boys
are all the same.  Just want to sleep after getting pounded by a man."

Devyn had pulled his pants on and was struggling into his shirt as the man
pushed him out the door of the apartment and into the hall.

"slow ass faggot.  You get your ass fucked well and then don't know enough
to get the hell out.  Now go on go find your owner and give him this.  Now
go!"

Devyn was left in the hallway.  His shirt in his arms and a fat envelope in
his hands.

Devyn was dazed and standing in the hall for several minutes.  He was not
aware of his surroundings.  He was trying to pull himself together.  His
body was hurting in a number of places.  He wondered deep in his mind if
maybe Russell had cracked a rib with that last kick.

"Are you okay?" someone asked from Devyn's right.

Devyn turned slowly and looked at the old man standing next to the door of
an apartment down the hall and on the opposite side.

"Oh, um, yes, I um, think so."

The old man took a couple of steps toward Devyn.  He had a slow shuffling
walk.  His blue eyes were kind and gentle as they took in the sight of the
half dressed boy in the hall.

"My name is Ralph," he said.  "Why don't you step inside for a moment and
pull yourself together."

Devyn let the old man pull him inside his apartment.  The man's hand was
cool on Devyn's skin.

"come on and sit down," he said pulling Devyn into a chair.

"Martha, Martha!" he called toward the doorway on the other side of the
room.

"Yes?" came back in a female voice.

"Bring this young man a glass of milk and some of those peanut butter
cookies you made."

In a few moments an older lady was moving into the room.  Her eyes were
kind and gentle like her husband's.  Her smile warm and caring and her hair
was completely white.  She looked like the grandmother every boy wanted.
The one that always had fresh baked cookies and milk on hand.

Her eyes quickly took in the young man sitting on the sofa.  She pursed her
lips before asking, "what happened to him?"

"I'm not entirely sure," he answered.

"Where did you get him?" She asked her husband.

"He was in the hall in front of 10D," he responded.

"Oh, that man!"

Martha's eyes changed for a moment.  They took on a look of loathing and
contempt.  "Did he hurt him?"

"I don't know Martha!"

"I'm fine," Devyn said.

"You don't look fine and why are you half dressed?" Martha asked.

"I, um, I was."

Devyn did not know how to answer this kind lady's question.  It isn't like
he could tell her what he had been doing with the man in the apartment.

"Here, drink some of this milk," Ralph said holding the glass to Devyn.

Devyn's hand trembled a bit as he reached for the glass.  He concentrated
on holding the glass still and not spilling the milk.  He took a drink and
then another.

"Here have one of these peanut butter cookies," Martha said extending the
plate to Devyn.

Devyn scarfed down two of the cookies and then took another long drink of
the cool milk.

"Thank you," Devyn said.  "You both are very kind, but I had better be
going."

"Take your time," Martha said.  "we are in no hurry for you to go.  We have
all afternoon."

"Um, that is nice of you, but I have got to get down stairs.  Tom will be
wondering where I am if I take too long."

"Tom?"

Tom is..."

Devyn didn't really know how to explain Tom to these two nice people.  He
could not tell them about Tom and his relationship because Devyn didn't
fully understand the relationship.

Devyn ate two more of the cookies at Martha's insistence and drunk down the
last of the milk.  He then stood back up and felt a little more steady on
his legs than he had when he first came out of Russell's apartment.

It was when Devyn started to pull his shirt on that Ralph and Martha
noticed the red marks across his sides and the imprint of Russell's hands
on his skin.

The old couple looked at each other, but were not sure if they could help
the young man that stood before them.  He was the same age as a couple of
their grand children and their hearts went out to him.

"Son," Ralph began, "maybe you should stay here and let us help you.  We
can call someone.  If not your parents, then maybe the department of family
services or something.

"No!, No."  Devyn almost shouted the first word but said the second more
softly.

"I'll be fine.  I just got to get back to Tom.  It will be okay."

Devyn finished dressing and moved to the door.  He paused as he turned the
knob and looked back at the couple.

"Thank you again.  Maybe if I am in the building again..."

"If you are here, then you stop in for more milk and cookies.  Any time"

Martha's voice was firm and commanding but also warm and inviting.  Devyn
wondered how it could convey so much.

"Thanks, I would like that."

Devyn left the cozy apartment and headed back to tom.  He hoped that tom
would not be pissed at him for spending so much time with the client.

Devyn met tom in the coffee shop that was about a block down from the
apartment building.  Tom was sitting at a table in the corner of the shop
watching the door, sipping some sort of coffee and reading the paper.

"It took you a while this time," Tom said glancing at Devyn as he stepped
up next to the table.

"Um, yeah, and I aint doing it again.  Not with him."

Tom looked up at Devyn his eye brow raised questioningly.

"Oh you're not?"

"No, he, he um got very rough with me."

"Sit down and listen to me."

Devyn sat across the table from tom.  Tom's eyes fixed on Devyn.  His face
set like stone as he spoke.

"I decide who it is you will service and you will service who I say.  I
still own you.  Don't forget everything I have done for you."

Tom's voice was low and threatening.  It sent a shiver up Devyn's back.

"But, but he really hurt me tom."

Devyn's voice sounded pathetic and winy to his own ears.  He sounded like a
little kid who was upset because he didn't get the promised treat.

You don't seem to be hurt too badly."

"I'm going to have bruises all over me."

"Hmmm, well, I'll check you out when we get home."

Devyn was hoping that when Tom saw the bruises he would agree with Devyn.
He hoped that Maybe he would not have to take care of any more men.  He
just wanted to go to school again.  Devyn wanted to just be a regular kid
and hang out with friends his own age.

"Now do you have something for me?"

Devyn had almost forgotten about the white envelope that Henry had given
him.  He passed the thick envelope to Tom.

Tom took it and folded in half and pushed it into the front pocket of his
pants as he got up from the table.

"Aren't you going to count it?"

"No.  Not here dumb ass.  Plus he would never stiff me.  He likes what I
have to offer him.

Tom smiled down at Devyn who was still sitting at the table.  Devyn
shivered again as he looked up at the man he had once thought was so nice.

Once Tom had gotten Devyn home, he had Devyn strip naked and examined the
kids body.  The red marks were very evident on Devyn and bruises were
already starting to appear in several places.

"Damn he did do a number on you didn't he."

"Yes, yes he did.  Please just let me..."

Tom was not listening as he examined the naked youth before him.  The kid
was still one of the sexiest boys tom had ever come across.  Tom was making
several of his clients pay through the nose for just a single night or
after noon with the teen.

"I think next time I will have to charge him extra.  You are not going to
be able to work until the bruises are gone.  My customers don't like to
have their boys all marked up in the beginning.  They like to do that
themselves.

"No Tom.  Please I aint going to do this again.  I am done."

The blow that landed on Devyn's face was hard and made his ears wring.  The
second blow was just as hard and it made him see stars.

"You will fucking do what I say.  I am taking care of you and all I ask is
for you to take care of the clients How fucking hard is that."

"But Tom," Devyn began trying to hold back the tears.

"Don't start fucking crying like some little pussy boy.  Even though that
is what you are.  You're a faggot Devyn.  A faggot that was kicked out onto
the streets by your family.  A little unwanted fairy and you should be
grateful that I take the time to give you a place to live.  I put food on
the table and I even give you the pleasure you crave.  So from now on no
more back talking or wining about taking care of my clients."

Devyn hung his head.  He knew tom was right.  He would probably have died
on the streets.  He would be so much more worse off if tom hadn't taken him
in.  He would be eating from dumpsters and sleeping in a cardboard box.

"Now go take a hot shower.  You smell.  Get cleaned up and I'll give you
something to help with the pain."

Devyn felt better after having taken the shower.  The hot water had helped
soothe some of the aches in his body and his head was getting a little more
clear.

He pulled on the tight fitting briefs that Tom preferred he wear around the
house and walked out into the living room.

Tom was there waiting on him.  He watched the sexy young teen move across
the living room and take a seat on the sofa.  His lean body and damp hair
making him look desirable even if his body was covered with bruises and red
welts.

"Here, take these," Tom said passing Devyn a couple of pills.

"I don't think..."

Devyn was cut off by tom's angry voice.

"I don't want you to think.  I will do the thinking for you.  Now you just
take the damn pills."

Devyn did not say another word.  He popped the pills into his mouth and
washed them down with the drink Tom had placed on the coffee table.

"I want you to get a good night's sleep.  I want you to think about whether
you want to stay here or not.  If you don't, you can leave tomorrow.  If
you want to stay, I don't want any more back talk or questioning of my
instructions."

No, don't say anything right now," tom said when he saw Devyn start to say
something.  "We will talk tomorrow when you have had a chance to think
about things."

Tom got up and picking up his keys headed toward the front door.  He
stopped and turned back to Devyn.

"I'm going out for a few hours."

With no more explanation, tom was out the door.

Devyn let his head fall back against the soft cushions of the sofa.  He
closed his eyes and tried to think, but his mind wasn't working properly
again.

Copyright 2011 by farmerboykeith@hotmail.com all rights reserved

There we go.  Another chapter in Devyn's Struggle.  It does look like life
has gone from bad to worse for Devyn.  Just how bad will it get for the
kid.  Please send me your comments, suggestions and complaints.  I always
enjoy hearing from you.

K Y