Date: Thu, 17 May 2001 12:43:50 EDT
From: Bwstories8@aol.com
Subject: Finding Love - chapter 9

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Finding Love - by BW                         Copyright 2000 by billwstories
Chapter 9 - A change in fortune.             May 2000

After we had recovered from our little workout, I quickly offered myself up
to Tad so he could experience the same pleasure.  Without hesitation, Tad
grabbed the baby oil and loosened me up in the same fashion that I had
helped him.  As his first eager finger slid into my rectum, I involuntarily
gasped and flinched from the intrusion.  I told Tad that I was fine, but I
was intrigued by how my body had responded to its own basic instincts and
tried to keep the violator out of an area that was designed as a one-way
thoroughfare, outgoing only.  After I adjusted to this foreign object being
inserted up my buttocks, Tad began to pump his finger back and forth in my
dark shaft.  When this action became effortless and my resistance to the
invader had lessened considerably, Tad inserted a second finger and slowly
worked them around my passageway.  I was more relaxed this time, so his
entry and manipulations within my bowels were much less constricted. Soon I
was stretched to the necessary limits.  Tad made a few more energetic
thrusts into my love canal with his finger duet, and one of these thrusts
struck something inside of me that sent bolts of lightning racing
throughout my body.  I shuddered and nearly collapsed but I remained
upright as Tad withdrew his fingers.

"What happened?" Tad asked, concerned.

"You brushed against something that sent chills up and down my spine.  It
was really wild."

"Yeah, that's what I tried to tell you about earlier.  It was wicked cool,
wasn't it?"

"Absolutely great.  I don't know how else to describe it."

"I understand what you mean.  There really aren't words to explain how it
makes you feel or what it does to your body."  Tad hesitated and smiled at
me before he continued our little conversation, "Do you think that you're
ready now?"

"Yes, I'm all set.  Here, let me get you prepared."  I took the baby oil
and squirted a line of oil the length of his peter.  I rubbed it all over
and around his pecker, as it started to firm up.  Before I had finished
lubing him up, he had a hot metal poker sticking out from his groin, ready
for action.  I turned around and presented him with my ass.

Tad inched his way forward until his stiff cock was pressing against my
asshole.  He gave a quick thrust and his dickhead penetrated my rosebud.
There was no pain, only pressure, when this happened.  He continued to push
himself into my bowels until I felt the front of his body touching my
muscular mounds.  Tad paused only briefly before he began to assault my
tunnel of love, stroking every centimeter of his cock in and out of my
colon.  I could hear Tad panting as he made love to me, and he rocked my
body with every thrust he applied to my anus.  The two of us swayed back
and forth in our sexual rhythm until I felt Tad's magic wand swell within
me and spray my lining with several hot blasts of his boy juice.  As Tad's
last jet of cum filled my no longer virginal tube, he leaned forward onto
my back.  This caused my weakened body to turn to mush and tumble forward
into a heap on the mattress.  Neither of us could find enough strength to
move, so we remained like that for quite some time.  Eventually I was able
to roll Tad off my back and I continued to roll until I was looking into
his face.  Slowly, his eyes flickered a few times before they opened, but I
don't think that he was really able to focus on anything.  His orbs were
still glazed over and he didn't seem to be seeing anything in particular.
When he did seem to take notice of me, I smiled at him and he smiled back.

"Wow!  I can't believe I did that.  Was that great or what?" he proclaimed
in a voice which sounded like he had a bad case of laryngitis.

"Yes, it was frigging awesome.  Thank you...thank you so much.  That was by
far the best birthday present that I have ever been given."

"Me too, Win.  I want to thank you with all of my heart for this.  I
couldn't have enjoyed myself more."  We moved ourselves around into a
cuddling position and we soon fell asleep.  It was a long dreamless sleep,
a euphoric slumber, where we each lingered in the pleasurable feelings that
had engulfed us earlier.  We awoke fully rested and in high spirits.  It
would be difficult to disguise our uncommonly good mood.  When we went out
to join Dean, he spotted it immediately.

"My, my.  Don't you two seem to be exceptionally happy this morning!
What's up?"

"I guess it was just because of our birthday celebration last night," I
responded, with as much sincerity as I could muster.  "It was nice that
someone finally recognized that we still mean something to them and that we
had both turned twelve."

"Yeah, that was real nice of you, Dean.  I guess I wouldn't have even
remembered that my birthday had passed, if you hadn't done that for us.
Thanks a lot."  From the expression on Dean's face, it looked like he
bought our excuse for our upbeat mood and that he was choking back the
emotional response to our gratitude.  Eventually he was able to reply.

"Fellas, it was nothing.  I wish that I could have done much, much more for
you.  I'm glad that you guys enjoyed that little surprise and that it made
you feel so good.  It's nice to see you two smiling like that."  If only he
knew what had actually caused those smiles that he so admired.  I wonder if
he would still have been happy for us if he knew the truth.  I was also
glad that he had given us these shirts because I'm sure that our dicks were
probably bright red, well at least a deep pink, from the friction of our
encounter.  I'm sure that noticeable trait would have given us away for
sure.

The next few weeks went about the same as they had since Dean had taken
over.  There were a handful of slash marks past the full nine rows,
indicating we had been here nine months, when something new and unexpected
happened.  Once day we heard a vehicle drive up and we just assumed that it
was Parker, making one of his deliveries.  When the door opened, though,
there stood Mr. Sovie.  He saw us standing with Dean and he went ballistic.

"What the fuck are they doing out here?" he screamed at Dean.  "They're
supposed to be locked up all of the time."  He glared at us as we raced to
our room.  "And who the fuck gave them those shirts?  They're supposed to
be naked 24 hours a day."

"But, Bart.  They can't go anywhere.  We're too far out in the middle of
nowhere and they'd die if they tried.  I just gave them the shirts for
modesty purposes."

"This isn't a fucking vacation for them and they don't have any modesty.
You would know that if you saw the tapes I have of those two little queers
sucking each other off.  Now get in there, get those shirts, and lock that
God damned door.  I was thinking about sending you with them when I moved
them, but I can't do that, knowing how weak you are.  I can get this done,
now that the heat has died down and the cops how given up on finding them,
but I need people whom I can trust to assist me.  You are not only
untrustworthy, but you are also weak, dangerously and sentimentally weak."

"Sending them?  Where are you sending them?"

"I'm getting them out of the country.  I'm moving them tomorrow afternoon.
That's all you need to know.  Now, I've got to find someone else to look
after them at the new location.  You sure know how to screw things up."

"Look, Bart.  You don't need to find anyone else.  I'll go with them and I
won't let them out next time.  I already explained to them that they would
most likely die out there if they tried to run away, and they never did.
They're only kids, Bart.  I just wanted to give them a little break."

"Well, I don't need some soft-hearted fag lover watching out for their
interests.  You're supposed to be working for me, not them.  I told you
what I expected to be done, but that's not what happened.  If Parker were
here, I'd have him stay tonight to make sure that things are as they were
supposed to be.  Seeing I can't replace you that quickly, you'll have to
stay tonight, but your job ends when they get taken to the new location.  I
don't want to find anything out of the ordinary when I get back tomorrow."

Dean understood what Sovie was saying, but he wanted to try and protect the
boys.  "Bart, please let me go with them.  This won't happen again.  I
promise."

"You're damned right it won't because someone else will be doing this job.
I'll get to my connections tonight and I'm sure they can supply me with
someone more reliable for the trip.  I'll pay you tomorrow for services
rendered, though it won't be as much as you were expecting because you
didn't carry your duties out satisfactorily.  Don't bother contacting me
again about additional work because there won't be anything for you."
Having said that, Sovie wheeled around and exited through the door,
slamming it firmly behind him.

Tad and I came creeping out of our room.  "We're sorry, Dean," I blurted
out, almost crying.  "We didn't mean to get you into trouble."

"You two didn't get me in trouble and I don't care what he thinks.  I'd do
the same thing again, even knowing how he was going to react."

"But now you won't be able to go with us and we don't even know where
that's going to be.  He'll probably get some ogre to watch over us now."

"You're probably right about that part, though.  I wish that I could go
with you and help you out, but I'll have to try to find another way to be
of assistance.  I'm not sure what I can do, but I'll try to figure out
something.  You two just stick together and behave so nothing will happen
to you.  I won't forget either of you and I'll pray for the best."

"Thanks, Dean," Tad added.  "We won't forget you either.  You made this
place almost bearable and we'll never forget you for that."  We both ran up
and gave him a big hug.  Tad and I clung to him with tears streaming down
our faces, quickly soaking his shirt.  Dean pulled us up onto his lap and
he squeezed us both tightly.  We were all too choked up to speak, so
nothing more was said for a long time.  Finally, Tad found his voice and he
began to respond.

"You don't think he'll hurt us, do you?"

"I don't think so.  If he was going to do that, I think he would have done
it already.  I'm not sure what his plans are, but I don't believe it
includes harming you."  Dean paused for some time before he spoke again.
"Guys, listen carefully, but don't you tell anyone else what I'm about to
say.  After they take me back in to town, I'm going to find a way to tell
the police what has happened to you and who was involved.  That way, they
can find you and rescue you.  You can't let on that you know about this,
though, or Bart will have me killed and you'll never be reunited with your
families."

"We won't say a word and that would be great, if you could tell the
police," Tad replied.  "Maybe they could find out where we are and rescue
us."

"But won't they arrest you and put you in jail for being involved?" I asked
Dean.

"That's a very definite possibility, but I'd welcome the jail time if it
meant that you two would be safe and back home with your parents.  I can't
promise you how soon I'll be able to do this, because Bart may have someone
watching me for a while.  I'll do it as soon as I can, however, even though
I won't know where to send them.  Maybe they can find that out by watching
Bart more closely.  Just keep your cool and don't do anything that will
give our plan away or we'll all be doomed."

"We won't," we responded almost in unison.  "We'll be good and we'll be
careful," I continued.  "We will wait for you to send someone to get us and
we'll let them know how helpful you've been, so they won't take any of this
out on you."

"I don't want you guys to worry about me.  Just do what you have to do to
take care of yourselves.  I'll be fine and I'll make a deal or something,
when I let them know about what happened to the two of you.  I'll get the
Texas Rangers or the F.B.I. on your trail as soon as I can."  We all hugged
once more before Dean sent us off to bed.  I did hear the locks click into
place behind us tonight, obviously a precautionary measure in case Sovie
came back sooner than Dean expected.

Tad and I cuddled up together on the mattress.  This time we were both
trembling slightly from the fear this new uncertainty was causing us.  I
don't think that either one of us slept very well that evening or for very
long when we did manage to drift off.  We had both been lying there awake a
long time before Dean opened our door for breakfast.

"Come on, you two.  Get out here and eat your breakfast."

"But what if Sovie shows up?" Tad asked him.  "Won't you get in more
trouble for this?"

"Yes, if I get caught, but I don't intend for that to happen.  When we hear
vehicles drive up, you two scoot back into your room and I'll lock the
door.  Bart will never know that you've been out here."

We nodded our understanding, but we were still worried for Dean.  About
forty minutes later we heard the sound of an engine and we raced to our
room.  Dean locked our door and he put our breakfast dishes on the counter.
When things calmed down a little, we noticed that the sound wasn't that of
a car or small truck.  It was different somehow.  Dean looked out the
window and saw what it was.  "It's a small plane.  They've got a small
plane out there to take you away."

We could hear him through the door and I was certain that he said it like
that so we would hear about this discovery.  Before long the door burst
open and Sovie pranced in.  He looked about quickly and smiled when he saw
we weren't in the main room.  "I see that you came to your senses and that
you're taking care of the boys the way you should have done all along."

"Yes, I told you that I wouldn't repeat my mistake.  Now, will you allow we
to accompany the boys to their new accommodations?"

"No, I've already hired someone else for that job.  Your job is to pack up
the food quickly and take it out to the plane.  I'll get the boys ready for
transport."

Sovie unlocked the deadbolts and pushed the door to our room open.  He
strode over to where we were seated on the mattress, grabbed each of us by
an arm, and he dragged us out into the main room.  He pushed us down into
separate chairs and pulled a small packet out of his pocket.  He swabbed my
arm and he gave me a shot, after he had done the same thing to Tad.  I
wanted to fight him on this, but there were other people in the room that
he would have used to hold us down, so he could do it anyway.  Besides, if
we struggled, he'd probably harm us in some way.  I just let him do to me
what he wanted.  After he gave us the shots, a swarthy looking man strode
into the cabin, possibly our new jailer.  It was obvious that the shot he
had given us was some sort of tranquilizer because I began to feel groggy.
Tad was already passed out on his chair, his head resting on the table.

I can only tell you what happened next by piecing together the various
stories that we heard later.  It seems that the new guy loaded Tad and me
into the plane, fastened our seatbelts, and secured us into place.  He used
another long, flat belt to wrap around our chests, under our arms, and he
secured that behind the seat to keep us sitting upright.  Then, using three
pairs of handcuffs to fasten our arms, he hooked our outer arms to the
armrests on the aisle or near the window, and used the third pair to join
our inner arms to each other, with the handcuffs looping under the center
armrest.  We were in the air and almost to our destination before we
regained consciousness.  Tad and I had independently come to the same
conclusion and we continued to pretend to be out of it even longer.  We
thought that way we might hear what was going to happen to us next.

"So how long will I be staying there?" the strange voice asked.

"Until I complete the next set of arrangements.  I've already got contacts
setting up the next phase of this plan and it will be two, maybe three
months at the outside."

"And just where did you say this Akah...toucan is?"

"It's Acayucan, you idiot," that was Sovie's high pitched voice, "and it's
in the south of Mexico, between Mexico City and Guatemala."

"What about the Mexican police, the soldiers, and the local villagers?  Are
they going to stay out of our business or will I have to deal with them
too?"

"No, they won't bother you.  I've given all of their ranking officials
enough money so they'll mind their own business and let us do as we wish.
You won't have to worry about any of them bothering you or causing any
problems."

"Have you made contact with your buyer yet?"

"He's not available this week, but my contact has an appointment to meet
with him next week.  It's pretty good news, though.  My contact told me
this guy paid a quarter of a mil for an Australian kid and he thinks that
we can get a minimum of a half mil each for these two.  He's going to start
off by asking for 1.75 for the pair and he will negotiate from that
starting point.  He'll take his ten percent from the final negotiated
price.  That should leave me over a mil clear and you'll get paid out of
that."

"Isn't that a lot of money for a couple of kids?"

"Fuck, this guy is a multi-billionaire.  A million and a half to him is
like one or two hundred dollars to us.  This guy is into boys who are just
entering puberty and these two are unlike anything he can get locally.  In
the Middle East the boys all have dark complexions and dark hair.  Fair
skin and blond or red hair is worth more money.  He's a businessman.  He
knows the value of his products and he knows the laws of supply and demand.
He'll pay the price, once he sees the pictures.  Which reminds me, take
those Polaroids now, just the way they are."

The swarthy guy got up, found the camera and started snapping pictures of
us nude and tied to the seat.  I used this excuse to pretend to wake up and
Tad followed my lead.

"What the hell are you doing?" I screamed as he took the first picture.

"We're just taking some snapshots for your new daddy," Sovie said with a
smirk.  "The guy is going to want to see what his two newest sons look
like.  Come to think of it, maybe I should have said new wives, not new
sons.  You're going to become part of this guy's harem and you two little
queer boys are going to get all of the cock you can handle.  If not from
your new master, then maybe you can fool around with the other boys from
his stable, the ones that he has set aside to satiate his sexual pleasures.
You can fuck your little asses raw from now on, as far as I'm concerned."

"You're not going to get away with this.  You're going to go to prison for
a long time when they catch you."

"Catch me?  The authorities think you two are dead and they've given up
looking for you.  You're so far away from anything that you knew, now, that
you have no hope of getting back home.  I'll keep you here in Mexico until
this guy makes arrangements for my payment, and then you're off to a new
home across the Atlantic Ocean.  I'll never see you or have to think about
you again, and all you'll have to think about is keeping your new master's
cock satisfied."

"We won't do it and you can't make us."

"I won't have to, he will.  You will be his property and he'll beat the
shit out of you if you don't do what he tells you to do.  You'll do it one
way or another, I'm sure of that.  You'll either do it willingly or you'll
do it to keep from getting beaten harder or longer.  You may be able to
talk big now, but your tune will change once that whip starts cracking on
your bare ass and back."

Tad and I just looked at each other, totally shocked.  We didn't say
anything more and it took all the self-control we had to keep from crying
hysterically at our prospects.  I think we were both determined not to let
Sovie see us cry and we didn't want to give him the satisfaction from our
being miserable in his presence.  We might do a lot of blubbering once we
were alone, but we were damned if we were going to do it in front of him.
Instead, I just shot him a hateful glare.  If looks could turn blood cold,
then Sovie would have become Mr. Freeze right then and there.  I'm not sure
what Tad was doing at this point, but I did my best to make Sovie as
uncomfortable as I could for the rest of the trip.  I stared at him and I
gave him dirty looks, anything I could do to try to make him squirm in his
seat.  I don't think the man has a soul or a heart, though, because nothing
I did seemed to faze him one iota.  He was probably even enjoying my
attempt to bug him, because he had that shitty smirk on his face for the
rest of the flight.

I did a great deal of introspection during the remaining minutes of the
flight.  When the plane touched down, I knew that we were hundreds of miles
from our homes and hopelessly out of our league.  We would have to do
something and do it quickly, if we didn't want to be sent to that guy
somewhere in the Middle East.  The only problem was, I had no idea about
what we could do or how we would get away, especially not from where we
were now.  My fear was greater at this second than it had ever been before,
but I would have to try to keep my emotions from showing.  I had to keep
Tad from suffering from the same terrible thoughts that I was thinking and
I would have to keep up my macho front so Sovie didn't declare victory
quite yet.  I knew what I had to do, but now I just had to find the
strength and the courage to do it with.

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