Date: Wed, 1 Dec 2010 15:25:56 -0800 (PST)
From: Bert Carley <bert_carley@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Abducted at the Turk Street Baths" - Chapter 7

The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events
between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live
where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story,
the characters do not always use condoms. Make sure you protect yourself
from disease in the real world by always using a condom. Send comments and
suggestions to the author bert_carley@yahoo.com


Abducted at the Turk Street Baths - Chapter 7

Sampson slapped me on the ass and made the comment that the night was early
yet, pointing to the clock on the wall that read 8:40pm, then he ushered me
along in front of him to his bedroom suite again.

"Get in your work cloths Boy as when you arrived." He clad himself in his
native Jamaican attire, which was nothing more than a brightly colored long
sleeved gown that came down below his ankles and a pair of sandals as I
dressed. When I was dressed he looked me over, ruffled my blond hair so it
looked windblown and unbuttoned the front of my shirt down more than
halfway to my beltline, exposing the blond hair that ran across my chest
and continued down the center over my abs and then down and disappeared
below my beltline. He spun me around and said, "Looking Good! Now here is
what you are going to do! I'm going to take you down to the bar and
introduce you to our Monday night customers. They are going to be mostly
construction and dock workers that come here for a few drinks and
conversation after they get off work.  They are a tough lot, but usually
don't stay until after 10:00pm, as they have to get up and be to work early
during the week. The problem is, they don't spend much money in the place
and very few get worked up enough to give the Brothel much action during
weekdays. You are going to be my good will ambassador tonight Boy and
mingle among them and let them fondle and feel you up all they want and see
if you can get them to drink more and get all worked up enough to visit the
back rooms and drop some real money with the whores in the back. If they
get too rambunctious with you, more than getting you excited and turned on,
as they are a motley crew, I'll step in and handle the situation. By all
means don't ejaculate! You understand Boy?"

"Yes I understand Sir, but with so many big guys, how are you going to stop
them if they gang up, even on you to get what they want? I saw the size and
muscles on most of them when I arrived through the bar."

"You just let me worry about that Boy ...Big Daddy has played this game
enough times to keep his Boys safe! Get marching now ...times a wasting!"
He pulled me into his arms and planted a big wet one on my lips and headed
me for the door with a firm pop on my ass. I marched ahead of him wondering
what would be happening down with that crowd of muscled giants, especially
that big guy Buck that had approached me earlier with such determination,
before the old bartender had intervened and stopped him from making his
play for my company earlier. As we entered the bar Sampson gave me a shove
forward that catapulted me right into the middle of the barroom He left me
standing there alone with a feeling that I was abandoned and being fed to
the dogs. I stood tall looking confident surveying the crowd, as every guy
spun around and all eyes in the place seemed to be upon me. There was an
even larger crowd than when I arrived hours earlier, now including not only
the construction and dock workers, but a few bikers, a couple of security
guards and of course Buck was still sitting on his barstool with his
buddies drinking draughts, laughing and talking.

Finally Sampson stepped forward from the end of the bar and pulled me up to
his side, put his arm around my shoulder and announced, "Men, this handsome
young blond bombshell is Sean, my newest addition to the place. He'll be in
training for a few nights here in the bar acting as my good will
representative to make sure you guys are entertained a bit, happy and horny
enough to want to patronize the Brothel in the back and let off some steam
with some of our pretty gals and young men like Sean here. Sean Boy, take
off your shirt now and show them your large nips and all that sexy blond
hair on your chest and down the middle of your abs and stomach." I
hesitated for a moment too long, so he popped me on the ass prompting me. I
quickly began to pull my shirttail loose, unbutton it and remove it as
ordered, still trying to remain calm, cool and collected. "Now flex your
muscles for the guys and show them just how toned and muscular you are for
such a young Boy. Show them all that blond hair up under your armpits too
Son ...arms up in the air for the guys. Take special note of the huge nips
on him and the nice long cock and big head he has hanging down his left
thigh! Nice long piece of white meat on the Boy." He grabbed my dick
through my jeans and pulled it away from my body so its size could be
clearly determined and rubbed the head with his thumb until it was at full
mast. He let go and it lay there pulsating through the denim material
oozing pre-cum that formed a wet spot that couldn't be missed. "So, what do
you think about my Boy Sean guys?"

The whistles, stomps and yells from the guys prompted me to really give
them a show now that Sampson had me so sexually charged. I went into a
little masculine routine my three roomies had taught me to do for them
regularly in our Castro apartment for their entertainment. I ended my
little show with a bump and grind routine that the three had coached me
through that they said was very masculine and sexy. I knew it always got
their juices flowing and them pawing me until I did the full strip number
for them. I suddenly found myself enjoying the whistles, cheers and shouts
of encouragement. Sampson even stood and watched as a huge tent formed in
his robe. He finally stopped me as I was about to loosen my belt and
continue with what I was so use to doing at home.

"That's far enough Sean Boy for these rascals. We don't want them to cream
there jeans this early in the night. They need to save their juices for the
back rooms where they can get their balls drained properly.  Now, guys I'm
going to let you introduce yourselves to my Boy here but keep in mind that
he is a good will representative and not a bar whore. You can buy My Boy a
few drinks, dance with him, rub and fondle him a bit, but if I see you
getting carried away in your excitement, I'll be stepping in and protecting
him. Sean Boy here is my own private companion in training, and I expect
you all to treat him as such. Have your fun guys, but keep it clean or
you'll have to mess with me and my bartenders and this little device." He
pulled an electric Taser Gun from the pocket of his robe and held it up for
all to see. There were some oh's and awe's from them, but as Sampson
stepped away from me, the stampede began all headed my way. I wondered what
my fate might be, standing half nude and surrounded by this wild looking
bunch of very big macho men with lust in their eyes.

Guys started to run their hand through my hair and down through the hair on
my chest and over my nipples, squeezing my buns and rubbing and fondling
me. Large hands roughly started to grope my basket and others rubbed
themselves up against my buns. The combination of having my nipples tweaked
and my equipment fondled was more than I could handle and my dick stayed
hardened and started to pulsate and drip cock-snot that quickly soaked
through my jeans leaving an even bigger wet spot than Sampson had
initiated. Suddenly Big Buck pushed everyone else away, grabbed me and
pulled me into his arms. The music he had evidently plugged in at the
jukebox started to play and he held me to him and danced me around the
floor as everyone else just stepped back and watched him lift me off my
feet and whirl me around holding me up against him. I had no control of his
actions, suspended as I was off the floor and pulled up so tightly against
him. He was working his huge dick over mine, rubbing and gyrating to the
loud music. I tried desperately to control my sex, but between the manly
scent coming off him and his working our cocks together he quickly had me
so turned on I just clung to him and enjoyed the sensations running through
my whole body. I tried desperately not to ejaculate when I felt his big
dick pulsate and spasm against mine, knowing that I would surely be
punished by Sampson if I empty my nut in this big brutes arms. Sure enough,
within seconds Sampson was pulling us apart and leading Buck back to his
barstool with the Taser Gun in his hand waving it in the air above Bucks
head, leaving me standing alone and everyone watching as things progressed.

Sampson returned to my side, looked down at the big wet spot that had
spread even larger and shouted at me, "YOU BETTER NOT HAVE CUM IN YOUR
JEANS BOY," as everyone watched and awaited my response. Someone pulled the
electric cord on the Jute-box and the music stopped blasting.

"NO SIR, I DIDN'T CUM SIR!" I looked down at myself and realized he
obviously wasn't going to believe me by the looks of things. He gave me a
look that could kill.

He shouted, "DON'T YOU LIE TO ME BOY! LET'S JUST HAVE A GOOD LOOK SHALL
WE!"  Standing right there in the middle of the floor in the total silence
and in font of everyone he undid my belt, damn near ripped the buttons open
down the front of my jeans to get to my dick and lifted my entire package,
cock and balls out and let them dangle where everyone could see them. I had
gone semi-soft with fear, as he lifted them up in one huge scoop and palmed
them a few times checking if I had ejaculated.  Cock-snot oozed from the
piss slit that he caught with a finger. He inspected the content then put
it to his tongue and tasted it and realized that it was not cum. He mumbled
something to himself in his native tongue, then announced, "GOOD CONTROL
BOY ...I'M PROUD OF YOU! YOU DESERVE A SPECIAL REWARD FOR GETTING THROUGH
THAT SEXY DANCE WITH BIG BUCK SITTING OVER THERE WITHOUT EMPTING YOUR
NUT. HE WASN'T QUITE SO LUCKY, AS WE ALL CAN SEE!" The guys roared with
laughter, as he worked his way around in back of me and lowered my jeans
down over my buns and let them drop to the floor. He spun me around so
everyone could see my cock, balls, and round white hairy Kooch well. He
opened a slot in front of his long garment and pulled out his enormously
long, huge black cock, stroked it a few times until it was leaking strings
of pre and waved it at the audience and announced,

"This Big Black Nigger Dick is the only cock that's going into my Boy's ass
tonight guys, so enjoy the entertainment." He stepped up behind me, pulled
me back against him, bent me forward holding me by the hips and spread me
open. He rubbed a long stringer of cock-snot that was running out of his
dickhead up and down between my Kooch until he found my hole. All of a
sudden he gave a huge lunge and it spread me open and I let out a huge
howl. He buried that huge black nightstick in me in three quick lunges from
his waist. He pulled me back upright and grabbed hold of my dick and pumped
it back up to full size with one hand as he played with my nipples with the
other. I was soon relaxed and in the Zone. I laid my head back against his
shoulder and began to respond by pumping my ass back over his dick it felt
so very wonderful. I was oblivious to the whistles, cheers and verbal
obscenities that came from the audience. He began to pick up speed and
thrust violently into my bottom. He gave me everything he had as my eyes
glassed over and I entered a lost dimension floating on cloud nine with The
Man. I was totally oblivious to the shouts and whistles as guys had their
dicks out pumping them like wild animals as they watched me getting breed.

Sampson whispered into my ear. "That's my Boy, enjoy ...now cum when I give
you the command and not before Boy ...I'm getting close now Boy ...it won't
be long!" He stiffened behind me, gave a huge lunge and buried that big
nightstick up my ass and shouted at the top of his lungs, "CUM FOR DADDY
BOY AND MAKE ME PROUD!"

I must have shot out into the air eight huge shots, the first going up in
the air and traveling out about eight feet then arcing back down and
landing on the hardwood. Six more shots trailed back until the last one
dribbled and dropped to the floor in front of us. Two Biker Dudes jumped
from their stools to their knees and started licking up my spooge until
they were kneeled before me. They looked up at Sampson towering over us
with their puppy dog eyes. He smiled and gave them the nod indicating
OK. The two licked my dick clean, even my sweaty hairy balls. Then they
made the rounds of licking up goo where guys had shot their wads as well.

Sampson pulled from me and said, "Bend over Boy!" He pulled a wad of
tissues from a hidden pocket and stuffed them up between my buns and
stuffed them into my hole, pulled up my jeans, buttoned them and fastened
my belt. "On your knees, get to work cleaning up my dick and balls." I
dropped to my knees and went right to work looking up into his eyes as he
smiled down at me like he was proud of me. I winked at him and he puckered
his big thick lips at me and smiled. When I was done cleaning and inhaling
his manly scent he lifted me up onto my feet, pulled me into his arms and
gave me a big hug and a kiss. I was beginning to like this big guy.

"Now get back to work Boy and mingle with the customers and make sure you
keep telling them they can get the same kind of service in the Brothel, as
I want to see at least five of these guys going to the back to get some ass
before midnight." He popped me on the ass, gave me a little push and sent
me on my way to perform my duties. He turned and walked over to Buck and
they exchanged a few words I couldn't hear in the noise, as the music again
started to blare. They eventually shook hands, Sampson turned and walked
back to the end of the bar and sucked on a beer the bartender handed him
watching me work the crowd.

I did my best to keep every guy from getting me too worked up again as I
went from one group to the other.  Of course, they all fondled and patted
my ass and pinched my large nipples, but none dared do what Buck had done
earlier. I managed to get eight guys horny enough to make a trip to the
back rooms before midnight. I was proud of my accomplishment for that first
night.

By 1:00am the place was almost empty, so Sampson gathered me up and we went
up and when we got to his bedroom he pointed to the bed and said, "You'll
be sleeping here Boy, so get in the bathroom, bush your teeth with a new
toothbrush and toothpaste you'll find in the medicine cabinet, then drain
the lizard and come to bed." He headed out and down the hallway. I was
lying in bed awaiting his return when he entered the room and removed his
garment and sandals. He went in the bathroom and when he returned he just
flipped off the light, crawled in next to me, spooned up against my ass,
pulled the sheet up over the two of us and we were soon cutting Z's.

The next morning I awoke to Sampson putting the meat to me again, then
throwing the sheet back and ushering me into the bathroom for the morning
rituals, including an enema administered by his big hands. I found it
embarrassing, but he obviously liked doing it, so I just went along with
him and followed his lead through the whole routine. Three flushes later he
had me jump in the shower and clean only my ass, cock and balls well,
greased me up well again and shoved a large butt plug into my ass that
seemed to be as large as his dick and rode right up against my prostate
gland. It kept me semi-hard and dripping. He helped me bring my belongings
up from the van. He supervised my unpacking, making sure I put them all
away in the closet, dresser and chest of drawers in the bedroom adjoining
his. He held up a pair of sweatpants, a jock and sweatshirt from one of my
drawers, tossed them on the bed and pointed to my running shoes in the
closet.

"We are going jogging Boy, get dressed," turned and disappeared. Minutes
later he arrived back all decked out in his running gear. We must have
jogged up and down the steep sidewalks of San Francisco for well over an
hour. He would fall behind me and pop me on the ass each time I would fall
behind his swift pace.  That butt plug kept bouncing against my prostate
and kept me constantly drooling cock-snot from a stiff dick that was choked
up and rubbing into the waistband of my jockstrap. I wasn't use to jogging
at this pace or for this distance, but he had no mercy for me and made me
keep up with the pace he was setting.  My muscles were aching by the time
we got back to the flat, only to be ushered into the exercise room to do
one set up after the other as he kept adding weights until I just collapsed
totally exhausted.

Only then did he settle down and start his own morning exercises with his
equipment. I spotted him when I felt he might be putting himself at risk
with the weight he was lifting, but never once did he need
assistance. Finally, having gotten through that morning ritual, he ushered
me back to the large shower in his master bathroom, pulled the butt plug
out of my ass and we jumped in the large shower stall together. He turned
the water on hot and let the sealed stall fill with steam until we were
both sweating even more than before we entered. He kept us both out of the
hot spray as he pulled me into his arms and began to lick and suck on my
neck and ears, down over my shoulders, across nipping and sucking on my
nipples and buried his face in each of my armpits licking, sniffing and
sucking. He had to drop to his knees to go any lower.  He licked down over
my abs, my stomach and sniffed and licked around my pubes bypassing my
genitalia.  He turned me around, spread my buns and buried his face between
them and began licking and sucking on my anus. His tongue began to feel as
good as a dick as he worked it up into me. It felt like a huge long finger
as it poked and massaged the walls of my ass. I was breathless and panting
by the time he got to his feet behind me and inserted his dick up into me
and pushed me against the tiled wall and started his rutting.  He became a
wild animalistic creature as he held me by my hips and pulled me back and
humped me until he let out a huge guttural sound and unloaded into my
intestines. He then grabbed my large nipples and began pinching, pulling
and twisting them until I was shouting with pain. He didn't let up, but
started to rut again until my nipples just became numb, then they started
to feel warm and wonderful. He instinctively knew that my nipples were the
magic switch that would turn me into a lustful whore. I just succumbed to
the pleasure of his actions, moaning loudly and pumping my ass back over
his cock each time he rutted. He had his mouth and teeth buried in my
shoulder, licking, biting and sucking until I let out a huge moan and shot
my jizz up the tiled wall. My anal muscles began to pulsate with each cum
shot and he stiffened and my anal muscles sucked another hot juicer from
his huge dick. As we came back down from our highs, he pulled from me, spun
me around and smiled down into my eyes.

"You like it real rough Sean Boy ...daddy's going to keep this hot body of
yours well tuned indeed!" He turned the water temperature down, we showered
and after he greased me up and inserted the huge dildo back into my butt we
were in the kitchen fixing breakfast. He was a great cook, thank god,
because I was a total disaster with the process of cooking and always left
that to my three queens at the Castro apartment, the cooks in the Marines,
or the fast-food joints and restaurant chefs where ever I lived. Cooking
definitely wasn't my thing ...eating was.

Sampson insisted that I remain nude while in the flat, wearing that huge
butt plug that kept me semi-boned most of the time. Each new day became a
routine of him giving me enemas, rough sex, jogging and exercise, then
cleaning up each night and working the bar crowd, dressed in either my work
clothing and boots or some sexy leather outfit he would bring up from the
Brothel that fit me snugly over the ass. Yes, all was well until Friday
evening early, when the need for a shot of the juice kicked in and I broke
into cold sweats, stomach cramps and felt like I wanted to just curl up and
die. Sampson immediately recognized the symptoms and what was happening to
me and gave me a pop on the ass and ushered me down into the office.

As we entered the office we found Kobe and Jaraald in there putting the
needle to that young handsome very young redhead biker kid they had been
trying to talk into working in the Brothel for some time now.  The kid was
trying to fight them, but they had him lain out over the top of the desk
with Jaraald sitting on him and holding him down as Kobe worked the needle
in between his toes and administered the juice. It had the same effect on
him as it did on me that first night they gave me my first shot at the Turk
Street Baths. The redhead just succumbed to the juice and soon was next to
comatose as Kobe addressed Sampson.

"We is been fucking with dis redhead beauty long knuf boss. We gets serious
wit him tonight when he say NO to working here en the back, after we treat
him so good. Ungrateful little street whore he be! We gives him money, feed
him en buy him his leathers en dat used motorbike. We even get him tested
fer HIV en keeps him off da streets from whoring en let him sleep en our
flat; so tonight he going to start earning his keep around here like a good
Bitch Boy. Da way he like black dick he be a real moneymaker too wit the
Bros. I give da Bitch just enough da juice to calm him down fer his first
night workin in the back. Besides, me en Jaraald be thinking maybe we make
the cutie our companion like yu did Sean Boy here if he learn to do what we
says. Jaraald, take da kid to the back en get him cleaned up en dressed fer
his first night of fun wit all da black dick he can handle fer awhile." As
Jaraald walked the kid off I noticed they had already tapped him well, as
their spooge was running down from between his buns along his inner thighs,
his nipples and lips were red and swollen and he had a few red welts
forming on his ass and thighs.

Sampson spoke up immediately and said, "Don't you two get that kid hooked
on that shit like you did my boy here Kobe. You sure he won't be missed, as
we don't want any trouble with parents, friends or the cops?"

"No Boss, he is a runaway en been living on da streets fer a long time
now. No trouble Boss!

"Well keep him under lock and key for a while just to make sure and no more
drugs. You know how I feel about that hard shit! Now give my Boy just
enough to get him through the weekend, as Monday he goes to the
Rehabilitation Center to get dried out." He then turned to me and said,
"Kobe's going to fix you up Boy, but I'm leaving you with him and Jaraald
over the weekend to work in the Brothel. Give you a good incentive to get
off that shit after working three nights in the back room with the rest of
the whores.  Remember Sean Boy, that's where you will go back to if you
don't get off Heroin, as I won't deal with a druggie, especially as my
companion. You get a good taste of that life over the weekend and I know
you won't want to slide right back into using the juice, Coke or anything
else addictive that turns beautiful people into walking zombies. Now take
off your clothing, boots and socks." He pulled the butt plug from my ass,
and said, "You won't need your clothing or this for a few days back there."
He pulled one of those black leather pouches from a desk drawer and put my
cock and balls in it, tied the long leather bands around my legs and waist
and popped me on the ass. He said, "Looks good on him ...take good care of
him Kobe!" He turned and left the room leaving me in Kobe's charge.

The minute Sampson was out the door he smiled at me and said, "Up on da
desk en put out yur foot, ya know da drill by now Boy. I'm gona fuck ya
brain out as soon as my balls recharge. Me en Jaraald been fucking dat
cutie redhead fer hours en I'm drained good now, but dat no problem, me en
Jaraald gots three whole days en nights to pop dat hot ass of yours good
too after watchin yu parade yu hot ass around every night en da bar cock
teasing us en our Black Bros! Now be our turn fer three whole days. We take
da wind out of yur sails Boy!"

When I came to I was in the Brothel and I was still dressed in that little
black pouch that just barely kept my balls and cock contained, but someone
had added one of those black leather harnesses that fit around my upper
torso. The three Tops that worked back there were working me over on my
knees, one fucking my ass, one my mouth as the third worked over my long
nipples with his fingers. I could hardly keep my eyes open I was so out of
it from the shot. Kobe was standing off to the side watching me celebrating
his victory over my total domination by the three hairy and well hung
guys. Now that I had my refresher shot of the juice and Sampson's big dick
had been screwing me damn near non stop for five days, I was actually
enjoying what these three guys were doing to me. I was eventually cleaned
up and lined up with the rest of the Boys in the viewing room so the horny
clients could choose a partner as they arrived to take to one of the small
rooms along each side of the long corridor that I had previewed Monday
night when Sampson gave me the grand tour and my initiation to his big
black dick. I felt that if I could handle the size of Sampson I would
handle any dick that I might encounter over the weekend.

Of course, when the guys in the bar heard that two new guys were working in
the back they all flocked to see us. You can guess what two received most
of the business. I felt sorry for the new runaway biker kid as the Big
Black Bucks wanted him, young and untouched as he looked. Each time I would
see him after servicing a client, cleaned up and returned to the lineup, he
looked more and more terrorized and abused.  His white freckled skin was
loaded with bites, scratches and hickeys. His lips and nipples were swollen
and red from abuse and he had obviously been crying, as his eyes were
bloodshot. I wanted to comfort the poor kid, but I had my own problems to
deal with as the place seem to be crawling with clients either waiting for
me or Little Red, as began to think of him not knowing his name, to return
from the back rooms. Little Red eventually just crashed in a pile on the
viewing floor and Kobe lifted him up and carried him off down the corridor
into a room marked as private. About an hour later the two came out, the
kid was put back into the lineup and the abuse on his body continued.

I ran out of steam and was shooting dry climaxes by 2am when the bar
closed, but the Brothel went wild about that time and I was hoping myself
that I could catch a few winks curled up anywhere. I wasn't just tired and
sore, but one of my clients had gotten carried away and drawn blood on my
right nipple. Kobe ushered both Little Red and me off into the room marked
Private and gave us both another shot that he said was a nerve relaxer and
let us curl up together on a bed and rest. We both went right to sleep
until he rousted us back up and led the two of us up the back stairs to his
flat and he and Jaraald did every conceivable thing to us both for at least
another hour before we were all four curled up together in his big king
size bed cutting Z's.

When I awoke both Kobe and Jaraald were gone and Little Red was curled up
next to me sound asleep. His face was laid across my chest and he had his
hand laid over my dick. He looked like a little freckled white cherub. I
crawled out of bed and made it to the bathroom just in time to drop a load
of accumulated cum from my ass and took a piss. While I was sitting on the
toilet Little Red came into the bathroom and took a leak in the sink,
washed it and his hands and shuffled back into the bedroom. When I was
through I found him in the kitchen drinking a glass of milk and eating a
piece of cold pizza he must have found in the refrigerator. I looked at the
clock and it read 3:15am. I scavenged thru the cupboards and found cereal,
fixed a bowl for him and me and we sat there in total silence eating. I
made a pot of coffee and we sat in the living room watching an old movie on
TV for awhile and he eventually cuddled up next to me and played with my
large nipples. My dick began to inflate automatically and he wasted no time
in mounting me and riding my dick until he shot sperm up over my chest and
brought me to a fantastic climax. He just leaned forward and hugged me like
I was his big brother and protector. I lifted his face up and looked down
into his baby blues, leaned over and gave him a big sloppy kiss right on
his swollen red lips.

He smiled and asked, "What's your name mister, I'm Tony?"

I answered, "Sean."

"What's that stuff they shot between my toes Sean ...it made me feel so
good?"

"It's Heroin Tony and they plan to get you hooked on the stuff so they can
control you and turn you into a full time Boy Whore for them in the Brothel
downstairs. About three more shots of that stuff and you won't be able to
go without it and they will have you whoring for them forever. That's what
has happened to me and they tuned me into a druggie, so I'm now at their
mercy to do with as they please. You best try to find some clothing and try
to escape down the back steps either now or soon or you will be stuck here
like me forever. Do you understand what I have just told you Tony?"

He cuddled up next to me and whimpered, "But I have nowhere else to go
except back on the streets.  Besides, I like what Kobe and Jaraald do to me
when we are alone here in the flat. They are the best!"

"Well then Tony, I suggest that if you want to stay with them you beg them
not to give you anymore shots between your toes with that Heroin and agree
to do what ever they want you to do or they will do to you as they have
done to me. I have been turned into a druggie because I wouldn't do what
they wanted of me, but as you can see, they have forced me to do it anyway
because I refused. Now I have become dependent upon them for my drug
addiction and don't have any choice but do as they say. You don't want that
to happen to you do you Tony?"

"I don't thinks so, but that shot made me feel so good. You sure it was
Heroin and it turn me into a druggie Sean, as I would like to do it again
it made me feel so good?"

"Yes ...absolutely Tony! You best think very seriously about what I have
told you or they will give you a few more shots of that stuff and you too
will become a dope addict like they have turned me into. You understand
what I'm telling you Tony?

He leaned into me, kissed me and said, "Thanks for the advice Sean." No
more was said about it after that as we awaited Kobe and Jaraald to return
from what I guessed to be busy downstairs tending their flock of mostly boy
whores. Tony and I went back into Kobe's bedroom and crawled back in bed
together and he spooned back up against me and wiggled his tish against my
dick until he had me all hard and turned on to him again. Of course, I did
my duty and screwed his sweet ass as any man would do under the
circumstances.

I was awakened by the sound of sirens and red lights flashing through the
second story windows of Kobe's bedroom. I looked over at the digital clock
and it read 4:45am. I sprung out of bed and watched long enough to realize
that the Brothel downstairs was being raided. Police officers were
scurrying around everywhere and a couple of paddy wagons had already pulled
up to the curb with more officers in attendance. I though to myself, "Thank
goodness Kobe had given us our clothing back before he ushered us up into
his flat after Tony and my ordeal downstairs." I shook Tony awake and told
him what I thought was going on downstairs and he panicked. I held him in
my arms and calmed him as we watched the operation going on below for but a
few minutes as they escorted guys, gals, and even Kobe and Jaraald into the
two paddy wagons. But Sampson was not in the numbers being loaded into the
vehicles. They drove off, but the other cops didn't clear out, so I
prompted to Tony to get dressed as fast as possible and did the same. I
figured all we could do was hope that the cops wouldn't search the two
flats above the bar, but my hopes collapsed as the door flung open and I
could hear someone searching through the front part of the place.  Tony and
I both dove under the bed, thinking we might be lucky enough to not be
discovered. All of a sudden we heard Sampson's voice softly call out.

"Sean Boy ...I know you're in here somewhere Boy. Come out if you are; I've
got a super hideaway upstairs, but hurry. The cops will be up here soon I'm
sure of that!" Tony and I crawled out from under the bed and Sampson did a
double take when he realized that Tony was with me and I wasn't
alone. Sampson gave us a funny look and ushered us both up quickly and
quietly to his flat. He opened a panel that was part of a large bookshelf
at the end of his bedroom and it opened up into a large space that had been
specifically created as a hideout, with a large king size bed, TV, radio,
sofa, chairs, table, a small kitchenette and a bathroom with a large stall
shower. There were two large skylights and two windows, one looking out
toward the street, the other out the back. It was cold, until he fired up a
gas heater and the place started to get comfortable. He said, "Settle down,
things will be just fine as long as we are quiet. Once they search the
place thoroughly they will put up their signs and leave. Then I can decide
what to do, but I really not too concerned, as the bar and liquor license
are both in a fictitious name and the property itself I have in my real
name. I also have a signed lease with another false name proving I leased
the bar and back half of the first floor to Kobe and Jaraald along with the
second floor flat. So they can't really prove that I ran this
operation. You have any questions?"

I asked, "So why are we hiding out now rather then just going out and
explaining it to them right now?"

"Well, it kind of a long story, but I have been dissatisfied with Kobe and
Jaraald for some time now. Both are not only dopers themselves, but they
have about half the kids they have working here shooting up regularly
too. Then there is the matter of skimming money to support all their drug
and wild escapades. The guys are both losers and have no knowledge of right
from wrong. When I think of all the young lives of some of those kids they
have traumatized and turned into druggies over the years, I wonder what
happened in their lives that made them the way they are today.  They would
steal the clothing right off your back if they thought they wanted them
worse than you needed them to stay warm. Even if they squeal to the cops
claiming that I was the Boss of this operation, I can prove otherwise, as I
have been in Jamaica for the last two weeks on vacation, and can prove that
too. What I have done guys is set them up as the fall guys ...yes
intentionally to get them where they both belong. I too have a couple of
friends in high places that can verify my innocence should that be
necessary, but I've covered all my bases and feel comfortable I have done
the right thing. I have plenty of money, and once I get you Sean clean of
the drugs we are going to travel for awhile and maybe eventually settle
back somewhere in Jamaica under the sun and get away from this cold weather
in San Francisco. But what to do with young Tony here I haven't yet
decided, but he certainly is a pretty little thing indeed, just a little
too skinny for my taste, but I suppose we could fatten him up a bit, put
some muscle on him and keep him doused with sunscreen when we get to
Jamaica, yes?  From what I understand he likes big black dick and could
keep me happy while you are away. Between the two of you, I won't wear
either of you out then when you get back to me all perk and handsome as you
are.  What say to that idea Boys ...you both want to stick with me and let
me boss you around, put some real muscle on you and put this Big Black
Nigger Dick to you both and turn you both into Daddy's First Class Black
Cock Sluts?"

I jumped into his arms and Tony wrapped his arms around him too and the
three of us jumped into the bed and got down and dirty while we heard the
police searching through Sampson's flat.

The End!