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 After breakfast, I got on my bedroom computer and searched for Larry
Stanton's place of work and hangouts.  Starting with the usual searches
locally, I expanded to wider and wider areas of inquiry to try to track
this cruel fucker down.  But despite all of the keystrokes and hacks at my
disposal, no Larry Stanton specifically married to Trevor's mom showed up
in the database.  Something was fishy here.  I was sure the boy was lying
to me.  I should have been angrier at the time, but then I stopped myself
and realized whatever he was running away from was somehow even worse than
an abusive father.

   I found myself with a hell of a dilemma.  Should I push the kid for
information until he cracks and tells me the truth?  Am I going to get
angry with him, pressure him, alienate him, and cause him any more pain?  I
couldn't do that.  Using my powers in a subtle and non-intrusive way seemed
like the only option that would spare his feelings.

   Nonchalantly, I went back into the living room to see Trevor lazily
flipping through channels in search of sometime watchable.  He craned his
head back at me, trying to speak, but was caught up in the hypnosis almost
immediately.  I had him.  Now it was time to play.

   "Hey S-ssssssss" the boy slurred, eyes widening and mouth hanging open
in surprise.

   Always seem to have that effect on people.

   "Hey buddy," I said friendly, "got a few burning nagging questions about
last night.  Mind if we have a little chat?"

   Trevor's eyes filled with colorful spirals, his body so slack that the
remote slipped right out of his hand.  His head twisted with my every
motion, not losing his gaze with me spiraling eyes for a second.  The
arched eyebrows and drooling mouth was kinda cute, and if I must admit, a
little enticing.  The tenting bulge in his jean shorts showed a little more
excitement at the induction than I expected.  But this was his second
experience in a day, and a little residue from his mind manipulation
earlier must've stuck with him.  Knowing I had his full attention, I
grilled him to find out the truth behind his cover story.

   "Trevor babe, I think you've been lying to me," I said tracing my finger
gently down his torso.

   His eyes locked onto the motion like a housecat to a ball of string. 
Again, cute.

   "Yesssss," he replied.

   I nimbly thumbed the button on Trevor's jeans to undo the flaps.  Then,
for my benefit more than his, I slowly pulled down on the zipper, revealing
his stiff throbbing boy dick tenting under the fabric of his briefs.  What
an eyeful.  And a mouthful.  Gracefully, I lifted the tip of his chin up to
face me and my bewitching eyes head-on.

   "I don't want to lead you on, so let's start with some yessssses and
nooooos," I said mockingly.  "Do you have a stepfather named Larry
Stanton?"

   "No," he said frowning.  Damn.  It was almost hurting him to deceive me.
Like he thought I was going to whip him for telling a lie.  I don't know if
it was guilt causing this, or fear.  Maybe both.

   "Who were you really living with?"

   Trevor had the look of deathly fright on his face.  I rubbed his
shoulders to try to calm him down.  The only consolation is that he
wouldn't remember a thing about this.

   "I ran away from my foster home back west," he explained.  "The old perv
they stuck me with was always trying to get in my pants, and his wife was
too doped up to care.  I didn't want him running his bony old hands on me
anymore."

   The admission kind of stabbed me in the gut a little.  I could get all
high and mighty, but I'd be a hypocrite to say I was any better.  Trevor
and I barely had any time to hash out who exactly we were to each other. 
Was I some Good Samaritan who took in an abused runaway out of the goodness
of my heart, or did Trevor suspect my true nature?  The boy wasn't a total
innocent.  I think the fact that I took him in instead of calling the cops
immediately was a good clue to my intentions.  Would he soon be under the
obligation to `repay' me like all of those boys at the arcade?  Distracted,
I half-listened as he blathered on into space about his getaway plan.

   "One night I stole his wallet and bought a bus ticket with it.  I left
the old perv a letter saying I filmed him touching me, and would mail it to
his wife if he ever came looking for me.  Then I started hanging around the
arcades."

   I reached into the waistband of his briefs and teased Trevor's hard
little cocklet, making him groan at the contact.  I kept up a steady
fondling while occasionally running my hands up and down the inside of his
thighs.  Honesty's is its own reward, but under the circumstances I thought
he deserved something extra.  I wanted to get him as hot as horny as I was.
He shuddered from the mindless pleasure of it all, bringing his own hand
down to his crotch on reflex.  I pushed it away and continued to work on
his hot little boy stick.

   "Go on Trev," I said firmly.  "Tell me who beat you up last night.  Help
me help you."

   Trevor threw his head back, eyelids fluttering from the ecstasy of both
the dick fondling and my arousing hypno eyes.  The feeling of power over
him was indescribable.  Others had been in his place, deep in my
mesmerizing thrall, but something about this boy's age and defenselessness
put him over the top for me.  I'd broken my promise that the last hypnotic
session would be my last.  And now I doubted this would be either.  He was
just so damn irresistible.  But enough pontificating.  I needed a name.

   "Bobby," he moaned.  "Bobby C.  We used to hang out, suck each other off
in the stalls.  He would always pay me extra money for McDonalds after.  I
thought he was a nice guy.  One day he wanted me to go back to his
apartment.  So I went with him..."

   Trevor was tearing up.  His cock wilted down to nothing, and the mood
had died.  I lifted him into my lap and wrapped my arms around him, urging
him gently to go on.

   "Bobby cuffed my hands behind my back, shoved a dirty come rag in my
mouth, and started raping me on the carpet then and there.  I tried to
fight him off, but he was too strong...it tore my insides up.  He said my
screams only made him hotter.  He threw me on a mattress..."

   "Shhhhhhhhh," I said soothingly.  My sweet sweet boy.  What a trooper. I
was torn between anguish and the need to hear more of his erotically
charged sob story.  I was tangling with the beast inside.  Bobby C.  and I
had something else in common.

   "After Bobby was done with me, he dropped me off back at the arcade for
all the others to have a go at me.  I ran scared for my life.  I ran all
the way across town until I knew they weren't gonna get me.  Then I knocked
on your door..."

   I held his drooping head up, my eyes spiraling full bore, and commanded
him to snap back to reality.

   "You will forget all that you told me this instant.  You will not
question why you were crying or why I'm holding you in my arms, or why your
fly is open and your dick is sticking out of your waistband.  You will not
be ashamed or embarrassed in front of me, your friend Sy.  I order you to
will awaken," I said with a snap, "now!"

   Trevor blinked, confused at why he had his arms wrapped around me, but
completely relaxed.  I put him back down next to me on the couch, dick out
and everything.

   "I think you dropped this," I said holding the remote.

   "Oh, uh thanks Sy," he said, snatching it from me.

   Trevor flipped over to a National Geographic special about Lemurs and
began rubbing his exposed boy dick unconsciously.  Weird kid.  But the
worst thing I could think of was being normal at this point.  The deviant
lifestyle suited me too well to go totally straight.

   Now I had the name of the punk that had sent Trevor running.  After
interrogating my young ward against his will, I turned the heat lamp back
on myself.  What was I going to do now?  Find this arcade of ill repute and
go hypno vigilante on Trevor and his merry band of rapists?  Would the
disgusted and degrading acts I'd perform onto their bodies be in the name
of 'revenge', or for my own benefit?  I wasn't a righteous moral crusader
going after a bunch of sex-crazed street punks.  I was sex crazed enough
myself to slip again and use my powers with the pretense of getting answers
out of Trev.  All of these supposed good intentions I had for this abused
teen masked the fact that I fancied him something fierce.  I didn't want to
nurture him.  I just wanted to take him, again and again at every
opportunity.  It was a hard truth to face.  And it was going to be even
harder explaining my true nature to Trevor.