Author: Ely Vanity 
Title: Making of a Slave Boy (Revised) 
Part: 01 
Summary: Kyle just celebrated his ninth birthday; his present,
being pimped out again by his mom's drug dealer, only this client
is different and makes Kyle an offer he can't refuse. 
Keywords: Mb9, oral, anal, slave

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IMPORTANT NOTE-PLEASE READ - I am not the original author. The
first four parts of this story were posted on ASSTR by Take
Charge Dad. He has graciously given me permission to revise and
continue this story. I have slightly edited and combined parts 1
and 2 into a new part 1, making some minor tweaks to the plot and
lowering the ages of the boys by two years.

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see more of. This story starts off a little slow in the sex
department but it will pick up once all the introduction of the
major characters is done and the stage is set.

WARNING - This story contains graphic depictions of sex between
men and boys (aged 9 to 18) as well as strong themes of BDSM and
Master/Slave relationships. If that is not your thing, please hit
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Begin Story

MAKING OF A SLAVE BOY 
PART 1 REVISD (Trafficked and Transported)
by Ely Vanity (revision of original work by TakeChargeDad)

***###*** Kyle-Boy ***###***

   I've been asked to write down everything that has happened to
me since I was 'abducted'. Supposedly writing it all down might
somehow help me process everything that has happened so I can
'heal'. Whatever. I don't think I need to heal. I made peace with
being a wanton slut that lived to bring pleasure to men a long
time ago. It's also been a long time since I've been to a proper
school, so forgive any grammar mistakes. Man, it's hard to figure
out where to begin when telling the story of one's life...

  My name is Kyle Jacobs, once also known as "Boy" and then
"Slave". I was born somewhere in Texas and grew up in San
Antonio, at least until the age of nine. I never knew who my
father is, or was, or whatever. I knew who my mom was; she was a
drug addict. I guess it's been around nine years since I last saw
her. I don't miss her anymore. I do remember that she used a lot
of different drugs, but I think her main drugs were meth and
opiates, either pills if she could get them or what I guess was
just plain heroin. It really depended on how much money she had,
which was never a lot. She got the money for her drugs by
whoring. So I guess the apple didn't fall very far from the tree.

  Once when I was little, she got busted and I went into foster
care for a year while she got clean and worked a real job for a
time. My foster family taught me to read and I spent a lot of
timing reading anything I could get my hands on during the time I
was with them. Once I was back with my mom, her being clean
lasted just long enough to get the social workers off her back.
We moved around the city a lot after that until we ended up in a
rundown apartment building. I sort of stopped going to school
during all the moves and I guess the social workers lost track of
us because they stopped visiting. I never had any video games or
cable TV during these years, so I'd just read, sometimes reading
the same books and comics multiple times.

  I can't remember anymore how old I was the first time I was
used by a man for sex, but I remember who it was. It was my mom's
dealer, Diego. He lived in the same run down apartment building
that we lived in and my mom would often leave me with him when
she was fucking some guy in our studio apartment. Diego never
fucked me, but he taught me how to pleasure his cock using my
little hands and mouth. He trained me to be a expert cocksucker.
I told my mom once what he was doing and she wanted to know if he
had paid me. When I told her no, she hit me and called me a
faggot.

  The next time she took me over to Diego's she yelled at him for
using me without paying her. He gave her some pills, I guess as
some type of past due payment for using me. After she left me
with him, he hit me for telling my mom about what we had done and
costing him money. Then he had me suck him off.

  Since my mouth was no longer free for Diego to use, and I was
now officially a little boy whore, he decided to offer my
services to some of his drug clients. I told my mom about it and
she told me she knew and that it was about time I started earning
my keep around here. I knew better than to complain. I'd learned
that lesson; the only thing it did was get me beat on by Diego.

  I don't know if Diego just recognized that I was a submissive
faggot pussy boy, or if he molded me into one. I do know that I
knew it was better to obey him and the men he sold me to than it
was to resist them. Some of the men that Diego made me suck were
nice to me and brought me presents. I never got to see any of the
money that they paid for playing around with me and having me
suck them off, but at least Diego would let me keep any non-money
gifts they would give me.

  There was one man in particular that was my favorite; he was
always really nice to me. He told me his name was Bo. He seemed
to care if I was having a good time while he was with me, and
after he came in my mouth, he would kiss me and hug me. Then he
would rub my little cock and even suck on it until I came. Most
men would just blow and go.

  I didn't really knew what it was the first time Bo gave me an
orgasm, since it was dry. I didn't associate that great feeling
with the orgasms that I was giving my clients, since I thought
'cumming' was just when the white stuff shot out of a man's dick.
I really liked that unlike the rest, Bo wouldn't just rush off
after sex, but would stay for a few minutes and talk to me while
we cuddled.

  I guess I must have told him I liked to read, because he
started to bring me a couple books every time he visited. Most of
the books he brought me were Hardy Boys books. I think I loved
him and he was the first person that I felt loved me. I know its
silly to think a man could fall in love with a pathetic faggot
whore that he was renting from a drug dealer, but I like to think
there was something more there.  I wish I could have lived with
him. He would have been both my Dad and my lover. I guess that is
my only regret from those days. I wish he had been the one that
purchased me. Anyway, no sense dwelling over things I couldn't
control. I guess it all sort of worked out eventually way.

  So that was basically my childhood up until a few days after my
ninth birthday. On the night this story really begins for me, I
was staying at Diego's house, like I usually did when my mom had
a trick. The previous couple of days though had been different.
I'd been spending more time at Diego's than I did with my mom. He
even took me to a doctor and a dentist for check-ups. I was
reading in Diego's "guest" room when I heard the door bell ring
on that fateful night. Diego had a two-bedroom apartment; it was
huge compared to my mom's tiny shithole of a studio. I didn't pay
any attention at first cause there were people stopping by
Diego's all the time to get their pills, meth, pot, or whatever
drug it was that they needed and Diego had.  Normally I would
have wondered if it was one of his clients that also wanted to
purchase the other type of 'blow' that Diego offered, me, but
ever since Diego took me to visit the doctor the week before,
none of 'my regulars' had been there to use me.

   I was doing my best to ignore the conversation in the other
room and focus on my book When I heard my name mentioned. I
guessed that Diego had decided my services were back on the menu
of what he was offering for sale, so I dog-eared the page I was
on and set the book down. I went to the door of the bedroom and
eavesdropped on their conversation. It was in Spanish. I wasn't
completely fluent back then, but I knew enough from hanging out
with Diego and his Mexican gang pals to understand some of what
they were saying.

  Diego mentioned something about the Doctor and me being good.
The customer agreed and then asked if I was still a virgin or if
Diego had fucked my ass. Diego laughed and said he was tempted,
but that he just used my mouth. He said I was a good cocksucker.
He mentioned something about my mom not wanting him to sell my
ass, but now she was desperate for money. She needed a big score
since she was getting old. She needed more than just my mouth or
ass could get.

  They talked more but I didn't understand much more than that,
but I realized that I was going to be having sex soon and I
started to get hard. I reached down and started playing with my
little cock through my stained and worn out cotton briefs. Ever
since Bo had given me my first orgasm, I increasingly started to
get hard whenever I sucked cock or even thought about sucking a
man's cock.

  The man told Diego he wanted to look at me to see if the
pictures were accurate. I wondered if he was referring to the
pictures Diego took of me a couple months earlier. He had me
stand naked in the living room while he took pictures of me front
and back. I was embarrassed to pose naked, but I got hard and
Diego took close ups of my thin little two and a half inch cock
sticking up out of my hairless crotch.

  "KYLE, GET YOUR ASS OUT HERE," yelled Diego in English. I
waited a second before coming out of the guest room so that they
wouldn't know I had been spying on them.

  "What?" I asked as I entered the living room. Diego was sitting
in his recliner while the stranger was seated on the couch. The
stranger was a Hispanic man. He looked to be a couple years
younger than Diego, who was thirty. The man was dressed in jeans
and a t-shirt that showed off his muscular chest and arms.  He
was very masculine and a bit rugged looking. He had black hair
and a mustache; he also had a faint scar down his left cheek. It
was hard to tell exactly how tall he was since he was sitting
down, but he appeared a little bit taller than Diego, so was
probably around six feet tall.

  "Kyle, this is Jose. He wants to have a look at you. Take off
your underwear and stand in front of him," ordered Diego. I knew
better than to disobey him. Diego had a short fuse and would hit
me if I didn't do as he ordered. I quickly stripped off my white
t-shirt and briefs. I walked over and stood in front of Jose. The
man reached down and fondled my little uncut cock as I stood
there passively. My cock had gotten soft as I walked out into the
room, but it quickly got hard again as he fondled me.

  "You like that you little maricon? You like having a man
molesting you?" asked Jose derisively. I blushed as I nodded. He
was checking me out as he fondled me. I was probably about 4'2”
tall back then, but only weighed around fifty pounds as I was
very skinny, the result of being underfed and poor nutrition from
the food I did eat. Jose ran his other hand up my scrawny chest
and lightly flicked my tiny pink nipples. It felt like my nipples
were connected to my cock as I felt it twitch in his hand when he
flicked my nipples. He eventually moved his hand from my nipples
and brushed his fingers through my shaggy unkempt shoulder length
blond hair.

  Jose then gently wrapped his fingers around the back of my neck
and in a move that was so quick I didn't even have a chance to
react, he pulled me down and over his lap. I started to struggle
since I felt so vulnerable and exposed. Jose brought his hand
down across my milky white ass checks, spanking me hard and
making me cry out in pain. "Lay still you little puta or I'll
beat you bloody," he growled at me.

  I immediately stopped squirming on the man's lap and lay still.
Jose pulled my butt cheeks apart and ran a finger over my
asshole. I shivered. Some men had played with my ass before but
none were being as forceful and domineering as Jose. It both
scared me and excited me at the same time. He pressed his finger
against my hole, pushing his fingertip inside. I reflexively
clenched my asshole against the attempted intrusion and cried out
again in pain. I guess he was satisfied that my ass hadn't been
used before cause he pushed me off his lap onto the floor. "Good
enough. I'll take him with me tonight, get him dressed," said
Jose to Diego.

  "Come on Kyle," said Diego as he reached down and grabbed me by
the wrist. He pulled me up off the floor and dragged me back to
the guest room, picking up my underwear and t-shirt on the way. I
was crying by the time we got to the guest room. Diego just threw
my underwear at me as he told me to shut up. He found my pants
and shoes, which I had tossed by the bed when I started reading,
and threw them at me as well. "Hurry up, Jose isn't someone we
keep waiting. He's connected," hissed Diego.

  "Where is he taking me and for how long?" I asked nervously. I
was afraid of making Diego mad, but I had to ask since I was more
afraid of going away with Jose.

  "How the hell should I know. Just do whatever he tells you. If
you're good, he'll keep you, and we'll all make a lot of money,"
said Diego, then he walked over and grabbed me by the chin,
tilting my head back and forcing me to look up at him.  His brown
eyes stared into my green eyes. "You better make him happy. If he
returns you, I'll kill you. You understand me faggot?" threatened
Diego. I tried to nod, letting him know I understood, but his
fingers were digging into my jaw.

  "Good," said Diego then he shoved me down onto the floor.

  I scrambled to put on my clothes and shoes, eager to get away
from Diego. Whoever this stranger was, I figured he couldn't be
any worse than this psychotic douche bag of a drug dealer.  Once
I was dressed, Diego led me back out into the living room, his
fingers digging into my thin neck.

  I saw a thick envelope stuffed with hundred dollar bills
sitting on the table.  I knew that the amount of money sitting
there was way more than required for a simple blow job. I also
knew that my mom didn't really love me, not like a parent should,
and that she was always complaining about what a burden I was. To
Diego I was just another product and now he found someone that
was willing to buy instead of rent. Figuring I didn't really have
anything to lose at this point, I looked at Jose and asked, "Are
you going to kill me?"

  Jose smirked, but kept his dark brown, almost black, eyes
locked on me, "Not if you do as you're told. If you do what I
say, when I say, I promise you won't be the one I kill.
Comprende?"

  While I wasn't educated as far as formal schooling, I'd been
educated on the streets of our poor neighborhood. I wasn't
stupid. I'd always been perceptive and good at reading people. I
got the sense that Jose was being honest. I also noticed he gave
Diego a derisive little smirk when he answered. Whatever Jose
wanted me for, I could tell it was just business to the man, not
emotional. He wasn't a psycho like Diego. "Yes," I answered and
lowered my eyes.

  "Good, now let's go," said Jose as he got up off the couch and
headed for the door. He stopped at the front door and looked back
at me. I thought about saying goodbye to Diego, but then realized
I didn't care if I ever saw that lowlife scumbag again. I felt
some apprehension about leaving with some strange man I had just
met, but I remembered Jose's instructions to do what he said when
he said, so I walked over to the door.

  Jose opened the door and I followed him to the stairs; the
elevator was always broken. He led me out of the crappy apartment
building and to an old beat up Dodge Dart parked out front. I
think it was tan or beige, or some cream color. He held open the
passenger door for me, like he was a gentlemen escorting a lady
on a date in a movie. When I got in, Jose shut the door and
walked around the front of the car towards the driver's side. I
briefly thought about making a run for it, but remained in the
car when I realized I had no where and no one to run to. Instead,
I reached back, grabbed the seat belt and fastened it in place.

  We drove in silence for a couple of Amiles. I got really
confused at the route we took as Jose seemed to make a lot of
extra turns and drive a bit erratically, speeding up and slowing
down. Eventually we ended up in a more industrial section of
town. Jose stopped in front of a fenced in parking lot of a
warehouse building. He pressed the button on a remote control
device hooked on to the visor above him. The gate opened and we
pulled inside. Jose waited for the gate to close before driving
around to the back of the building, "Okay, kid, get out, we're
stopping here for a bit," said Jose.

  I got out of the car and Jose motioned me to follow him. He led
me to the back door of the warehouse and unlocked it. He opened
the door, stepped inside and turned on the lights; I followed him
inside. It was a small office, with a desk, a couple chairs, some
filing cabinets, and a computer on the desk. There were two doors
that led further into the warehouse. I didn't see any logos or
anything that would identify the business that was being run
there, although there was the faint scent of pot lingering in the
room. I don't know if it was just that a lot of it had been
smoked in the room or if it was coming from somewhere else in the
warehouse. The only sound was the hum of the florescent lights.

  "Stand there and don't touch anything," said Jose as he pointed
to the middle of the office. I stood there and waited as he sat
down in one of the chairs and pulled a video camera out of one of
the desk drawers. I was sweating like crazy; my white t-shirt
clinging to my chest. I remember the place being hot, but it was
more than just the heat; I was scared.

  Jose fiddled with the camera for a few seconds then pointed it
at me. "Okay, say your name, age, and tell me a little bit about
yourself, things you like, hobbies, shit like that," he directed
me.

  "Um, okay. My name is Kyle Jacobs. I just turned nine last
week. Uh, I guess I like to read, especially mystery novels like
the Hardy Boys. I also like comic books when I can get 'em, the
X-Men are my favorite," I said.

  "Do you have any friends Kyle?" asked Jose.

  "Not really, just a few boys from the neighborhood and building
I guess. I'm not really allowed to go out much and can't have
anyone over," I answered.

  "Do you like sucking cock Kyle?" asked Jose still filming me.

  I shrugged my shoulders, "I guess."

  "You guess? Does your dick get hard when you're sucking a man's
cock?" he asked.

  I blushed and softly said, "Yes."

  "No shame in that Kyle. My boss likes little cocksuckers like
you. Can you show yourself off for him? Take off your shirt," he
said. I was embarrassed and hesitated. "TAKE OFF YOUR SHIRT NOW!"
yelled Jose. My hands were shaking as I hurriedly obeyed.

  "Good boy," said Jose, his tone once again soft. He stood up
and slowly walked around me. "Okay put your hands on top of your
head," he said after he did one circle around me. I was shivering
despite the heat, but I did as he said. He did another circle
around me with the camera then sat back down.

  "Okay Kyle, now take off you socks and shoes, then strip
naked," instructed Jose. I noticed his free hand was now in his
lap and he was squeezing his cock through his jeans. I couldn't
take my eyes off the bulge in his jeans as I kicked off my shoes
then took off the rest of my clothes. Despite being scared, my
little dick was starting to get hard.

  "Now slowly turn around," said Jose. When I was facing away
from me, he told me stop. After a few seconds like that he had me
bend over then pull my butt cheeks apart, I guess so he could get
a good shot of my asshole. Finally he told me to stand up and
turn back around. When I faced him I saw that he had pulled his
cock out of his pants. It was average sized, I guess around six
inches, uncut and not too thick. I could see some precum
glistening on the tip as he slowly jacked himself.

  "I think you know what to do boy, don't you?" prompted Jose,
wagging his cock at me. I nodded and walked over to him. I didn't
want to get on my knees on the cement floor, so I just bent over
and took the head of his cock into my mouth. Jose moaned and
scooted his hips forward on the chair. I looked up and saw that
he was still filming.

  "Smile for the camera Kyle," he ordered. When I looked up and
smiled he said, "Yeah, I guess you do like sucking cock you
little faggot."

  Jose kept one hand on the camera, constantly filming while he
put the other hand on the back of my head. I felt his fingers
wrap around a bunch of my blond hair, so I relaxed my throat. I'd
had my faced fucked enough to recognize when a man was going to
get rough. Sure enough, he started to ram his cock down my throat
while he kept a firm grip on my hair so I couldn't pull away. He
thrust his hips up and down while he held my small head in place,
fucking my throat with his cock. I'd been sucking cock for years,
so I was able to take all of his six inches down my throat
although I still gagged a bit because he was being so forceful.
Fortunately he didn't take long and soon he busted his nut,
firing the first of his load down my throat then yanking my head
off his cock and shooting the rest all over my face. He pushed me
backwards onto the floor when he was done cumming and I landed
hard on my ass.

  "Look at that you little maricon, you just got your throat
raped and your little faggot cock is still hard," said Jose as he
laughed at me.  I started to cry, he was right; my dick was hard.
It's two and half inches were pressed up tight against my
stomach.

  Jose turned the camera off and set it down on the desk. He used
some paper towels to wipe his cock off then put it away in his
pants. He tossed me some of the towels and told me to clean my
face off and get dressed. While I was doing that he connected the
camera to the computer and did something with the video.

  I was dressed and sitting on the floor wondering what was going
to happen next when he pulled out a cellphone and made a call. "I
have him sir. Yes, everything went fine, no problems with Diego.
The mother wasn't there. I've uploaded the video to your hidden
site," said Jose into phone. He turned and looked at me as he
listened to whoever was on the other end of the phone. "He is
even prettier than his pictures. You are going to enjoy the video
sir, I know I did," he said as he smiled at me and winked. It
didn't make me feel any less scared, but it did make me blush
again and even feel a little bit of pride at the compliment.

  Jose nodded his head to something the man said on the phone.
Then he looked me in the eyes, I quickly looked down breaking eye
contact. "Yes sir. Okay sir," said Jose then he hung up.

  "I'm going to die aren't I?" I asked like the frightened little
boy I was. I was leaping to wild conclusions, probably from
reading all those crime and mystery novels.

  Jose smirked at me. "Si chico. We're all going to die someday,
no one lives forever. But I told you, you are safe from me as
long as you do what you are told."

  I couldn't look up at him, instead I looked at his feet as I
gave a little nod and whispered, "Okay."

  "I work for a man that likes boys like you. This man is very
wealthy. He wants to help you and your mom. If you agree to work
for him, he will take care of you and your mother," said Jose.

  I was immediately skeptical. I didn't think I was anything
special that some rich guy would want to pay a lot of money for
me. "What does he want me for?" I asked.

  "I will be honest with you mi amigo, you will have to do
everything he says.  He will fuck you. He will do things that
might hurt you. You will be his boy slave, but he is a very
generous man and takes good care of his boys. You will also have
other boys that you will work with that will be your friends,"
said Jose.

  "How is he going to take care of my mom?" I asked. Even at that
age I knew enough that just giving her a bunch of money would not
help her as she would waste it all on drugs as quickly as
possible.

  "He is going to make sure she gets top of the line medical
rehab, like those places you see advertised on TV. Then when she
is cured of her drug addiction, he will give her a job and a
place to live in a nice neighborhood, away from scum like Diego.
And as for you, you will live in paradise on a tropical island
and when you grow up he will pay for your college and give you
enough money to do whatever you want," said Jose.

  I was confused. It was all so crazy and didn't make any sense.
I guess Jose sensed my confusion. "What do you think your future
would be like if I never showed up to present you this offer?" he
asked. I shrugged my shoulders. I had already had a nightmare
about what my future would be like, but I was too ashamed of it
to bring myself to tell Jose.

  Jose just stared at me and frowned. "Remember, do what I say
and you will be okay. That includes answering my questions and
telling the truth," he said.

  I started cry to again.  "I'm going to end up like my mom," I
sobbed.

  Jose remained seated, but his voice seemed caring, "Yes chico.
If you don't accept my boss's offer I will take you back to
Diego. He will continue to sell you to men. You will have to do
all the things you would do for my boss, but Diego will keep all
the money. If you try to disobey Diego, he will just bat you and
get you addicted to drugs like your mother. Then you will do
whatever he wants so you can get your next fix. But if you come
work for my boss, he will take care of you. He will give you and
your mom a future that is better then that. Okay?"

  I knew my life was likely to be much worse if I refused. I
remembered Diego's threat to kill me, but I didn't believe he
would actually do that, there wasn't any money in killing me.
Jose was right, he would just keep pimping me out. Plus my mom's
drug problem was getting worse, even I could tell that. She was
likely to end up in the hospital or jail soon. If Diego didn't
abducted me when that happened I would be back in a foster home,
or now that I was getting older maybe a group home. I'd meet
several boys in the neighborhood that had runaway from group
homes and they told horror stories about them. I figured the
unknown future couldn't be any worse than what awaited me back
home. "Okay," I whispered.

  Jose opened a desk drawer and pulled out a bottle of pills and
a bottle of water. He opened the pill bottle and pulled out a
round pink pill and handed it to me. "A pill to help you sleep.
We have to take a trip to get to the tropical island and it will
be easier for us both if you are asleep for the first part of
it," he said. I took the pill from him, it had an 'A' on it.  He
handed me the bottle of water and I took the pill.

  He smiled at me then swiveled in the chair and started doing
something on the computer. In a minute he had some silly game
open in a browser. He had me sit on his lap as he showed me how
to use the mouse to fling some birds at pigs. It was fun and I
quickly got engrossed in it. He held me as I played and ran his
hands all over my naked body, playing with my little boy cock and
balls and occasionally running his finger around my tight virgin
little asshole. It was strange, I had just agreed to leave my
mom, go to some island located who knows where, to be a rich
man's sexual slave boy; and instead of feeling scared, I now felt
safe wrapped up in Jose's arms.

  I eventually started to get sleepy, but before I feel asleep, I
remember Jose talking on the phone again. He said something about
me agreeing and that he would tie up the lose ends here then
bring me across the border and deliver me by boat.


  I was groggy when I woke up. I was lying on a thin pad and was
moving. It took me a minute to realize that I was in the back of
a van. Jose must have heard me stirring because he came through a
curtain from the front of the van shortly after I woke up. He
asked me how I was feeling; I told him I was tired. He nodded and
handed me a protein bar and a bottle of water. I wasn't allowed
to leave the back of the van, even when we stopped for gas or
food. Jose brought me food and I had to piss and shit in a small
plastic portable toilet that Jose would empty whenever we
stopped. I don't know how long we were on the road or where we
were headed but it was obvious from the few glimpses I got
through the curtain and from the food wrappers that we were in
Mexico.

  There was another man that shared the driving with Jose. I
heard Jose call him Miguel a couple times. There was another thin
mattress in the back that whoever wasn't driving would
occasionally nap on. I was bored, so spent most of the time
sleeping or just laying there starring at the ceiling of the van.
The best part of the trip was sucking Jose off a couple times
when he was in the back to 'nap'; it broke up the monotony of the
rest of the trip.

  I even sucked Miguel off once while Jose was driving. Miguel
laid down on his mattress and pulled his cock out of his pants.
He shook it at me. I knew what he wanted. He was a dark skinned
Mexican man, probably in his early thirties. He wasn't
particularly attractive, but he wasn't repulsive either. He was
about five-foot six inches tall and maybe a hundred fifty pounds,
having a small 'beer gut'. His cock was smaller than Jose's,
probably about five inches long, but much thicker. He was uncut
and his dick wasn't particularly clean. I guess it had been
awhile since he had showered. He smelled very musky. I'd serviced
dirtier and uglier men for Diego, so I just went to work on his
cock. I made sure I had a lot of spit in my mouth to wash off
some of the smegma that was trapped under his foreskin.

  Unlike Jose, he was passive and just laid there while I sucked
him. While his thick cock stretched my mouth a little, I was able
to take his entire length into and down my throat. I alternated
between bobbing my head up and down on his cock, and then jacking
it with my hands as I used my tongue on the head. He only lasted
about five minutes before he was ready to cum. I used one hand
and my mouth to bring him off, taking his cum into my mouth and
swallowing it. When he was done cumming and I had licked his cock
clean, he pushed me away, calling me a 'maricon' and put his cock
back in his pant. That was the only time he ever spoke to me the
entire trip.

  After what was maybe two days, we arrived at some small fishing
village on the coast. We parked and Jose made me stay in the van
until it was dark. Jose opened the rear doors of the van and
tossed me a hoodie, telling me to put it on and pull up the hood.
Once I had it on, he escorted me from the van, down a long pier,
and onto a fishing boat. He told me to get below deck and wait
there. I was probably been in there for about thirty minutes when
I heard a loud engine start up and we began moving. After about
another half hour, Jose told me I could come out if I wanted to.

  Jose was the only other person on the boat. He drove the boat
for about another hour, occasionally checking a GPS device,
before he dropped anchor and told me that we were going to sleep
here tonight. I sucked Jose off before we went to sleep and again
when we woke up in the morning. He would rub his finger over my
asshole while I sucked on him and tell me he couldn't wait until
he saw me again so he could fuck me.

  A couple hours after sunrise, a speed boat, one of those long
fancy ones, approached. It pulled up along side of us and a
teenage blond boy tossed Jose a rope so that he could tie the two
boats together. The speed boat was driven by a handsome older
man. He was white, in his mid-fifties, salt and pepper black hair
and blue eyes, with a beard that was also a mix of black and
gray. He was tanned and in very good shape. He was probably
around six-feet tall and maybe weighed a little under two hundred
pounds with almost no body fat over his muscles. He was tan. His
chest hair and treasure trail matched the hair on his head, a mix
of black and gray. He was wearing a pair of loose fitting black
board shorts and a pair of mirrored aviator sunglasses. He smiled
at me when he saw me. Something about that excited me, but I was
also still a little scared of him.

  While the man was handsome, the teen was gorgeous. Blond hair,
blue eyes, smooth, no signs of stubble. His hair was shoulder
length and had sun-bleached highlights mixed in with the darker
shades of his golden blond Aair. He was wearing a just a skimpy
blue thong bathing suit that hide a decent sized bulge. He also
had on a pair of sunglasses although his were black and had a
strange gray rectangular attachment that partially covered the
top of the right lens. The teen's body was tanned a golden brown
all over. His nipples were obscenely large, sticking out at least
a half an inch and probably about that wide as well. They were
both pierced with gold hoops in them that matched the small hoops
in the boy's ears and one in his belly button. He had tribal
style tattoos on his upper arms and his calves, plus a triangular
one on his lower back that sort of pointed at his big bubble butt
of an ass. “So you must be the new boy,” he said to me as he
picked up a large duffel bag from the floor of the speed boat and
tossed it onto the fishing boat.

  “Umm, I guess so,” I said hesitantly.

  “Greg, help the new boy onto the boat and get him ready for his
trip back to the island. Go ahead and answer any questions he
has. I need to talk to Jose for a few minutes,” said the man as
he turned off the engines and climbed onto Jose's boat.

  “Yes Sir,” said Greg, putting emphasis on the word sir. He held
out his hand to me then pulled me over to the speed boat. He was
lowering me into the boat when he toppled over backward and we
fell into a heap on the bottom of the boat. He laughed as he
grabbed me around the waist and pulled me on top of him. “Sorry
about that, welcome aboard Boy.” I saw that his tongue was
pierced as well with a gold barbell.

  I blushed as I felt myself getting hard from looking at him as
he held me against his almost naked body. “Thanks,” I said. He
rolled over so that he was on top of me and I thought he was
going to kiss me but instead he lifted himself up and sat down on
one of the built-in seats. He offered me his hand and pulled me
to my feet.

  “You are totally over dressed. Strip off those worn out old
clothes,” he said, his tone indicating it was an order and not a
request. He frowned when I hesitated, “Look Kyle, life will be a
lot easier for you if you get used to do just doing what you are
told, when you are told, instantly. Do you think you can do
that?”

  “I think so, but I'm scared,” I admitted.

  “I know, so was I when I first arrived. You will get over it.
Most of the time you will be having a lot of fun, but things will
be a lot tougher for you if you resist. Alex used to fight it and
it was rough for him at first, but learning to just do what
you're told, even if it scares you, will make your life a lot
easier. If you don't, well its going to be pretty shitty for you,
but my guess is your previous life was already pretty shitty. I
know my life sucked before I came here,” said Greg. I nodded. I
was used to being hurt when I didn't do what Diego or my mom
wanted. This didn't sound much different.

  Despite my crappy life with my mom, I did sort of miss her. I
knew that she was a horrible mother, but I still loved her, she
was my mom and now she wasn't here. It was like when I had been
in the foster home, sure I ate better and my foster family paid
more attention to me than my mom ever did, plus they didn't hurt
me the way she did when she was mad, but still, I was excited to
finally go back home with her. The first couple months were okay
since she had been sober, but it wasn't too long before she
started using again. I wish I could say that she was a great mom
when she was sober, but that would have been a lie; she was still
mean even sober.

  “Do you miss your family?” I asked, putting a voice to one of
my fears.

  Greg got a little wistful, “I did at first, but I made a new
family with our Master and the other boys. I'm jealous of you,
because you're going to get to be part of that family now, and I
have to leave. I'm going to miss them much more then I ever
missed my parents.” I could tell that talking about leaving was
making him sad. Somehow that reassured me. If he was sad to be
leaving, it couldn't be that bad.

  I stripped off my shirt and jeans, my shoes and socks were
somewhere back in Jose's boat. Greg gave a little chuckle when he
looked at me, “Damn, you're as white as your underwear. From your
accent, you must be from Texas. Don't you get any sun there?”

  “I don't go outside much,” I said as I frowned at his teasing.

  “Well strip those off and I'll put some sunscreen on you, then
you can put on the swimsuit we brought for you,” he said as he
reached over to the seat next to him and pulled the seat off.
There was a storage compartment under the seat and he removed a
small gym bag from it. He opened the bag and took out a bottle of
sunscreen. He started to rub it into my pale chest and stomach.
“Don't worry, even with this sunscreen on you will soon have a
dark tan like mine. You won't be wearing many clothes on the
island,” he explained.

  “Is that the man that bought me?” I asked, tilting my head
towards Jose's boat.

  “Yes, that's your Master. Always call him Master or Sir. I'm
not even going to tell you his name, that way you won't use it by
accident. If he wants you to know it, he will tell you. He will
usually call you Boy. In a few years when he gets a new Boy, you
will be become Slave. Slave is actually a higher title than Boy,
so Slave gets to order Boy around. Finally for your last few
years, you will get called by your name, and you can order both
Boy and Slave around. But for now, you will be the Boy and have
to do whatever Master, Alex, and Slave say. Can you do that?” he
asked. He turned me around and started to rub the lotion into my
back.

  “I guess,” I answered, then asked about another one of my
fears, “Is he going to hurt me?”

  “Yeah, sometimes, but there is also pleasure with the pain. If
you are one of the lucky boys, you will even learn to enjoy the
pain. I'm sure you'll be fine. Alex and Slave will be good
friends to you and although Alex can be a bit of a jerk
sometimes, he isn't all bad. Slave is a sweet boy, hopefully you
two will really get along. I'm going to miss him the most. Master
is firm but fair. He will make sure you get a decent education
and support any hobbies or interests you have. When I get back to
the states I'm going to go to Harvard. He pulled some strings to
get me in,” said Greg, his excitement evident in his voice.

  “You're going to college? How old are you?” I asked since he
didn't seem old enough to be going to college. He appeared to be
around sixteen.

  He laughed and turned me back around. “I'm eighteen. You are
going to Isle of Lost Boys, you don't age as fast there,” he said
with a wink. He finished putting the lotion on my arms and legs
then pulled my underwear down. My little cock was hard and I was
embarrassed by it. I didn't know if I was hard because he was
touching me, or if it was because he was telling me about being a
sex slave. It didn't help that I was also ashamed about how small
my dick was. Fortunately Greg didn't say anything about my little
erection and just continued to apply the lotion, first to my butt
then to my crotch.

  When he was done applying the sunscreen, Greg smiled at me,
leaned in and whispered into my ear, “It's going to be a long
time until he lets you cum from playing with that little dickie
of yours, so I hope you enjoy this.” He wrapped two of his
fingers around my cock, all that would fit on the short shaft,
and started stroking me. He rubbed my foreskin back and forth
over the tip of my cock, squeezing the head between his fingers
and his thumb when they passed over it. He turned me around and
pulled me between his legs, so my back was against his chest. He
continued to stroke my cock with one hand while he started to rub
my asshole with the greasy fingers of his other hand. He also
started kissing my neck and lightly biting my earlobes.

  “He's going to fuck you on the way back to the island. Have you
been fucked before?” he asked as he stroked me front and back. I
shook my head as I let out a little whimper from all the
wonderful sensations he was creating in my young body. “Your
first time is going to hurt, a lot, but after a while you'll
learn to love it,” he said as he pushed one of his greasy fingers
into my ass. I hissed as I felt a sharp pain from his finger
entering the wrong way up my ass. My whole body got tense.

  “Relax, try to push out like you're taking a shit when you feel
something trying to enter you. It helps,” said Greg as he poked
his finger in and out a few times. He took his finger out and
stopped masturbating me as he reached over to the gym bag. He
pulled a small pill bottle out of the bag. He opened it up and
took out a white cylindrical pill, which he handed to me. There
was also a bottle of water in the bag, which he opened and
offered to me to wash the pill down.

  “It's a Vike, it will help you relax and take some of the edge
off the pain,” he said. I trusted Greg, he had been in my place
once and seemed like he wanted to help me, so I took the pill.
Then he put the bottle of water back in the bag and pulled out a
large plastic syringe. He pressed the tip of the syringe against
my ass and pushed it in a little bit then squeezed out its
contents into my ass. “You are going to need a lot of lube your
first time,” he explained as he put the now empty syringe away
and started working his finger back into my lube filled ass.

  Having his finger inside of me felt weird. He started wiggling
it around sort of like he was searching for something. I almost
jumped when he hit a spot inside of me that gave me a jolt that
was a mix of pain and pleasure. The pleasure went straight to my
dick, yet also made my whole body tingle.

  “Ah, there it is,” Greg said as he started to message that spot
with his finger. It was such an intense feeling that my legs
started to get wobbly and I was instantly ready to cum. He
increased the speed of his fingers on my dick as he messaged that
spot inside of me. He shoved another finger up my ass right as my
orgasm started. A sharp pain shot through my ass as it was
stretched wider, but that pain just mixed with and was
overwhelmed by the wonderful feeling of my orgasm.

  Gregg continued to finger my ass after my orgasm, but he no
longer focused on that special spot, instead he worked on
stretching out my asshole. He was rough and it hurt, but I think
the pill he gave me started to kick in, because the pain slowly
got more distant. I could tell it hurt but it was a less intense
pain. Finally, he pulled his fingers out and got another syringe
full of lube from the bag. He pushed this syringe into me further
and squirted its contents way up inside my ass. “Okay, that will
have to do,” said Greg. He used some of the water from the bottle
he had given me with the pill and some paper towels from the bag
to wash the lube off his hand. He wiped my ass off with the paper
towel and then pulled a swimsuit out of the gym bag and handed it
to me.

  The swimsuit was blue like his and the same style, one of those
Brazilian thong suits. It had a small pouch in front that was
connected to a small triangle in the back by a half inch wide
waistband and a thin strip that went along the crotch and between
my butt cheeks. He then fished in the bag and pulled out a pair
of cheap sunglasses. “Here,” he said handing them to me. I
thanked him and put the swimsuit on and then the sunglasses. My
cock had gotten soft; it and my tiny balls barely made a bump in
the pouch of the thong.

  Greg noticed my distress as I looked down at my crotch and
frowned. “Don't worry, Master likes boys with little dicks,” he
said.

  “That's right,” said the man as he jumped from Jose's boat onto
the front of the speed boat. He slide down from the bow into the
passenger area where Greg and I were. “You all ready to go Greg?”
he asked.

  Greg forced a weak smile, he looked like he was about to start
crying but instead just nodded. He took off the sunglasses and
removed the gray rectangular piece that was attached to them.
“Here you go Sir,” he said as he handed it to the man, “Um, I
guess this is goodbye.”

  “For now at least, I'm sure we'll see each other again someday,
you'll always be one of my boys after all. Good luck at college
Boy,” he said as he stepped forward and gave the teen a hug.
Greg's face lit up when he was called boy and I saw some tears
leak down from under his sunglasses as he hugged his, no our,
Master. After they broke the hug, Greg gave me a quick hug and
wished me good luck then climbed up into Jose's boat. Jose came
out and waved to me as Greg untied the boats and tossed the rope
to me.

  Master made sure everything was stowed then started up the
engines and eased the speed boat away from fishing boat. I looked
back to the fishing boat and I saw Greg was bent over the side
rail facing us as Jose stood behind him making thrusting motions
against the teen's back, fucking him. Greg had a big smile on his
face as waved goodbye to us while getting his ass pounded by
Jose.

  As we pulled away, I noticed that there was no name on the back
of the boat. I remember thinking it was strange since when I saw
boats on TV they always had a name on the back. After the fishing
boat and its fucking occupants was out of sight, Master eased
back on the throttle of the speedboat and left the engines
idling. “So Boy, did Greg answer most of your questions?” he
asked me as he was fiddling with his sunglasses, attaching what I
later learned was some type of attachment that connected to his
smart phone and had a video camera inside it.

  “Yes Sir, um or Master,” I answered, unsure of exactly how to
address him.

  “If we are alone or at home, use Master. If there is anyone
that doesn't live on the island around, call me Sir,” he said. I
nodded. He frowned at me, “You'll learn all the rules soon
enough, first though, do you want to have some fun?”

  I immediately figured that “have some fun” was some code for
him fucking me and I'm sure he could see the fear on my face
because he just laughed and turned away from me. He dug into some
storage areas and pulled out two sets of matching helmets and
life vests. He helped me put on the smaller set then put on his
own safety gear. He pointed to one of the seats at the back. “Sit
down and hold onto the safety rails,” he said. He sat back down
in the driver's seat and started opening up the throttles on the
twin engines. I felt the boat lurch under me, so I scrambled into
the seat and held on to the rails like he said.

  Master called it having fun, but I found it terrifying. Okay, I
will admit it was exhilarating and kinda fun too. The boat sped
through the water at a speed I didn't think was possible. I was
bouncing around in the seat and glad that I had the helmet on
because a couple of times my head banged against the side of the
boat. The pill Greg had given me was really starting to kick in
so the bouncing around didn't hurt at all but was still
frightening. We would also go over a wave and drop off the other
side, causing my stomach to lurch and make me feel like I had to
vomit.

  We must have sped through the water for an hour until we went
over one really big wave and the nose of the boat dug into the
wave behind it, causing a wall of water to sweep over us. The
water lifted me out of the back of the boat and dumped me into
the ocean. I panicked as I didn't know how to swim and I forgot I
had a life jacket on. I saw the boat continuing to speed away
from me and I was sure that he didn't realize I was no longer in
the boat. I felt for sure that I was going to die. I inhaled a
ton of water and struggled to breath even though my head was
generally staying above the water thanks to the life vest. In my
panicked thrashing about, I completely lost sight of the boat.

   I don't know how long I was there in the water, coughing up
water, struggling to breath and worrying that I was about to get
eaten by a shark or drown. It felt like forever at the time, then
suddenly I felt my Master's muscular arm wrap around me and pull
me back against him so that my back was pressed tightly against
his chest. “I got you Boy, you're safe, stop struggling,” he
yelled at me as I was still panicking and thrashing about. My
helmet banged against his a couple times.

  Finally I calmed down and he got us back to the boat by
swimming and pulling on a rope he had with him that was tied to
the boat. He had me climb onto his back, piggy bck style, then he
climbed up a small ladder that was on the back of the boat. I was
coughing up water as I cried hysterically. He had to peal me off
his back as I didn't want to let go. He removed our helmets and
life jackets then checked to make sure I wasn't injured.

  I'm not sure how I got there, but I ended up hugging him, my
face pressed into his neck and my legs wrapped around his waist
as he sat on the side of the boat. He had one hand around my back
holding me tight while the other stroked my hair. I felt
extremely weak as I crashed from the adrenaline rush of almost
dying. Combined with the slightly out of body experience I was
getting from the Vicodin it was like I was too weak to move. The
next thing I knew, Master's hand was on my ass and he was forcing
one of his thick fingers into my ass. “Owww,” I protested even
though it didn't really hurt that much, I was hoping it would
make him stop. Silly me, I hadn't yet learned that he enjoyed our
cries of pain.

  “Just relax and accept what's happening to you Boy. You're a
little faggot sissy; you were put on this earth to please men
like me. I'm going to help you realize your true nature,” he said
as he pushed his finger all the way inside me. “Mmm, good your
tight little boy pussy is nice and juicy. Greg got you all warmed
up for me. He was always such a good boy, I bet you are going to
be better though. You are going to be the best little slave boy
ever, aren't you?” he said. He went on like that as he started to
work a second finger into me. His fingers were much thicker than
Greg's had been. I could feel my ass hurting but it was a dull
distant pain.

  I buried my face in the crook formed by his neck and shoulder
and didn't try to resist what was happening. I just sobbed
uncontrollably. I was overwhelmed by everything; being away from
my mom, smuggled out of the country to who knows where, with a
strange man that now owned me and who literally had my life in
his hands, a man who was about to fuck me for the first of what I
assumed would be many times. He shifted around a bit and took his
finger out of my hole and his hand off my ass. I guess he lubed
up his cock because a short time later I felt him pull the thin
strip of swimsuit fabric out of the crack of my ass and press the
tip of his cock against my asshole. He had one hand wrapped
around my waist, holding me in place and his other hand on his
cock, lining it up with my virgin hole.

  “ARRRGGGHHH,” I screamed as he suddenly pulled me down onto his
cock while thrusting up with his hips. Despite the effects of the
painkiller, it still was the most intense pain I had experience
in my life up until that point. It felt like I was being impaled
by a tree branch. I tried to crawl away but his strong arms held
me firmly in place, trapped against his chest as he split me open
with his cock, which I hadn't seen except as a large bulge in his
board shorts.

  “Oh yeah, fuck you're tight Boy. Come on, open up that fuck
hole, let me in you faggot slut, you know you want it,” he said
as he tried to force more of his cock inside me.

  Part of me wanted to scream “No no no no,” but I didn't. I
remembered what Greg had said, about how it would be better if I
didn't resist. Instead I just kept sobbing into his neck from the
pain. My ass was on fire; the pain radiated out from it and
engulfed my whole body.

  “Oh yes, take it Boy, take my cock. This is what you were born
for, being used by a man. You're my newest little fuck toy now.
Get used to this, you're going to learn to love having this cock
inside you. Soon you'll be begging for it, you'll feel incomplete
when it's not inside you, rearranging your guts,” he shouted at
me as he started to pump his cock in and out of my broken ass. I
could hear a wet squelching sound as he cock pistoned in and out
of my sloppy ass. I would learn later that his cock was a little
over nine inches long and over two inches wide, but he only got
about half of it in me that first time.

  After a while he stood up and moved us to the middle of the
boat. He pulled me off of his cock and laid me face down on top
of the life jackets. He spanked my ass a couple times. “Next time
stay in the boat, you almost died before I ever got to fuck you
Boy,” he growled at me as he spanked me some more. I could barely
feel the blows on my ass cheeks as the pain from my asshole was
overwhelming everything else.

  He continued to spank me until I did start to feel it, then he
shoved his cock back in my ass. I cried and screamed while he
laughing told me to cry as loud as I wanted since no one could
hear. I didn't think I could take anymore and again felt that I
was going to die when he started cumming. “Oh fuck yeah, Boy,
take my load, the first of many for my newest little cum dump,”
he moaned as he started to unload in my ass.

  I must have passed out while he was still cumming, cause the
next thing I remember is waking up. I was still lying on top of
the life jackets. My ass was sore and felt all puffy when I
checked it with my fingers. I expected my fingers to be covered
in blood when I looked at them, but they weren't. I tried to sit
up, but it hurt to sit on my butt, so I laid back down. While I
was changing positions, I did see some paper towels on the floor
near me that were stained red and brown, so I guess had bled some
but that Master cleaned me up when he was done using me. That
would be the only time he cleaned me up after sex.

  “Don't worry Boy, you're fine. That faggot cunt of yours is
going to take some breaking in, but soon you'll be taking my cock
with ease and wishing it were even bigger,” he said, laughing at
some joke only he got. I lay there and contemplated what had just
happened. Did I want this to be my life? Was allowing him to fuck
me and spank me like that worth it? Then I remembered how happy
Greg had been and the big smile he had on his face as Jose fucked
him on the side of the boat. Hopefully Master was right about me
being a born faggot that would enjoy getting fucked like that at
some point. I didn't have to lie there with my thoughts for very
long though as it was only a couple minutes later that we arrived
at my new home.

***###*** Robert Beauregard ***###***

San Antonio – Two Days After Kyle Accepted Jose's Offer

  I stopped in front of the shelf full of Hardy Boy novels in the
bookstore and pulled out my personal cell phone. I opened up the
notepad memo I had saved that listed all the previous books in
the series that I had purchased for Kyle. I entered the next two
books in the series into the memo then closed it up. I pulled my
pair of leather gloves out of my back pocket and put them on then
picked up the chosen books off the shelf. Can't be too careful;
couldn't have my fingerprints being found on something in
possession of a nine-year-old boy whore.

  Next I made my way back to the comic book section and picked up
the most recent X-Men comics and took all my selections up to the
front of the store. After paying cash, I left the store and
headed to my car.

  Once in my car, I pulled out my burner cell phone, and entered
Diego's number then hit the call button. The phone rang several
times then went to voice mail. “Yeah, Diego, it's Bo. I was
hoping to stop by sometime soon, I think I'm in a position to,
uh, take you up on that offer you made last time I was there.
Call me,” I said.

  At first, when Diego offered me Kyle's 'services', I had tried
to convince himself I was only fooling around with the boy
because it would help me gain Diego confidence, but deep down I
knew I was doing it because the boy was cute and I wanted to play
with him. I, Robert Beauregard, undercover Vice Squad police
detective have always been a boylover and the more times I
visited Kyle, the more I fell in love with the boy. I had always
felt sorry for Kyle since I could tell the kid had a tough life
and had no one in his life that gave him unconditional love.

  My heart ached for the boy, but I knew there wasn't anything I
could do for the boy without blowing my cover. We had good reason
to believe that Diego was well connected with a large Mexican
drug cartel. If we could find out who his supplier was and how
they were smuggling their drugs, we had a chance of putting at
least a temporary dent in supply of heroin, meth, and pot in
Texas and the southwest, plus making a large bust that would look
good for the cameras and net a lot of cash that would be funneled
back into the police department.

  Now though I was growing increasingly concerned about Kyle's
safety. I was finally ready to risk my investigation by having
one of my Vice colleagues bust Kyle's mother in order to rescue
the boy. Diego had been acting strangely for the last several
weeks so I figured my time to act was limited. It started about a
month ago when I made one of my regular visits. I bought some
meth and pot, chatted with Diego, once again giving the small
time drug dealer hints that I was interested in buying more and
in greater quantity if I could only find a source that moved more
product than Diego. Then when I asked if Kyle was around, Diego
said he was and instead of just collecting the two hundred
dollars for a half hour of the boy's time, Diego had asked if I
was interested in having the boy, permanently. Diego explained
that the boy's mother was looking to 'cash out' so the boy was
available to a 'good' home, with good being defined as one that
paid Diego a lot of money.

  I told Diego that I was interested but that it would take me
some time to make arrangements as too many people would ask
questions if a nine-year-old boy suddenly appeared in my life.
Instead I started making arrangements so that when I got Kyle's
mom busted and Kyle put into family protective services that I
could quickly get him out of there and into my home. I didn't
want Kyle to end up with strangers or in a group home.

  A week ago I called Diego to stall the dealer for a bit while I
finished with all the bureaucratic bullshit to be able to qualify
as a foster home. But when I talked to Diego, the drug dealer
told me that Kyle's mother had changed her mind and wasn't going
to sell the boy after all. He also said that the boy was no
longer 'working'.

  Now, I was about to head over to Diego's to pretend I was
desperate to buy some more meth and hopefully see if I could just
drop off some 'presents' to Kyle as a ruse for checking on him.
Instead I got a priority text on my personal cell phone. It was
from my boss, 'My office ASAP'. I put Kyle's gifts into the glove
compartment then sent a text back that I was on my way. When I
got to my boss' office, I saw that there were two other men
inside. My boss saw me and waved me inside.

  “You wanted to see me?” I asked the Captain of the vice squad.

  “Thanks for coming in Rob,” said Captain Jones. He nodded to
the two men sitting across from him, “These detective's have some
questions for you.”

  The two men stood and introduced themselves as Detectives Hill
and Jackson. I braced myself to hear them announce that they were
with Internal Affairs and they were here to question me about
having sex with a nine-year-old boy when instead they said,
“Homicide.”

  “What can I help you with?” I asked, doing my best to be stone
faced and not show that I was obviously relieved.

  “Last night there was what we believe was a murder-suicide at
538 Elm Street, Apartment 5C. In going through the department's
records we noted an internal flag on the victim's name,”
explained Detective Hill.

  “Diego Gonzalez,” I said, recognizing the address. I slumped
back down onto the couch. My first reaction was to ask about Kyle
but I played it cool. Instead I tried to sound disappointed about
the time wasted investigating Diego, “I've been investigating him
for a while, trying to find out who his supplier was.”

  “Well unfortunately, he's a dead end now,” deadpanned Detective
Jackson.

  I had the urge to punch the homicide detective, but instead
just rolled my eyes at the dark humor before asking, “If he was
the victim of the murder half, who was the suspected murderer
that then killed himself?”

  “A woman that lived in the same building as him, Jessica
Jacobs. She has a previous conviction for prostitution and drug
possession. Your Captain told us you had an active investigation
on Gonzalez, so we figured you might be able to help us clear
this case. From the scene it appears Ms. Jacobs shot Diego in his
living room, two shots to the chest then one to back of the head
as he lay on the ground. Then she put the gun in her mouth and
ate a bullet. The gun was recovered at the scene next to her
body. So unless there is anything you think we should know, we're
going to save some resources and close this,” explained Detective
Hill.

  “Where's the boy?” I asked, finally finding an opportunity to
bring up Kyle.

  “Hmm, what boy?” asked Detective Jackson.

  “Kyle Jacobs, Jessica's son. He was often at Diego's apartment
when I was there. I think he stayed there when his mother had a
john in her apartment,” explained Robert.

  The homicide detectives flipped through their notebooks. “I
don't have anything about any boy,” said Detective Hill.

  “Me neither, and I didn't see anything in her apartment or his
to indicate there was any boy living with either of them,” said
Detective Jackson. We all exchanged confused looks as we tried to
figure out what was going on.

  “You sure? What about any books, whenever I saw the boy he was
reading one of those um, shit, what were they, um, Hardy Boys
books?” I asked. The detectives shook their heads.

  Captain Johnson picked up the phone and called one of his
contacts over at DFPS, the Department of Family and Protective
Services. He filled in his contact, Abigail Donahue, on what was
going on, then put her on speaker phone, “So Abigail, do you have
a record for Jessica Jacobs?”

  “Yes Bill, according to Ms. Jacobs record, her custody of Kyle
was permanently terminated a year ago,” said Abigail.

  “So who has custody of him now?” I asked.

  “According to his file, he is at the Riverside Group Home,”
said Abigail.

  “Are you sure about that? I saw the boy with his mother, in her
apartment building just a month ago,” I said, starting to get
defensive. None of this made any sense.

  There was an audible sigh on the other end of the phone. I
wanted to reach through the phone and slap her. “I'll go pull the
quarterly audits of the group home and put you in touch with the
someone that can verify the boy is at the home,” said Abigail in
a condescending tone.

  Detective Hill turned to Detective Jackson, “Okay, it's looking
like there is nothing here, probably a drug deal gone bad, maybe
she owed him so much money that this was her only way out, or
they had an abusive relationship and she finally snapped.”

  His partner nodded. “Two people no one will miss.
Murder-suicide, case closed.”

  “Hmm, that's odd,” said Abigail on the other end of the phone.

  “What Abby?” asked the Captain.

  “According to the paperwork in the quarterly audits, Kyle isn't
at Riverside and was never assigned there. I don't know why the
computer has him as being there. Let me check the system file to
see who made the computer entry regarding the termination of
custody,” she said. Everyone was silent this time as they waited
for more information. “Gentlemen, I think we may have a problem.
According to my file, two days ago, someone entered and backdated
entries terminating Ms. Jacobs parental rights to Kyle and
assigning him to Riverside. Even stranger is that the identity of
the user is the system itself. Someone must have used some back
door in the software to change the records.”

  I leaned forward, “Detectives, this may not be as simple a case
as you hoped.”

  Detective Hill nodded, “No shit. Ms. Donahue, do you have a
photo of Kyle in your files?”

  “Yes detective, but its from four years ago when Kyle Jacobs
was in temporary foster care,” answered Abigail.

  I pulled out my phone. “I've got a recent photo. I've got
photos of everyone I've seen going in or out of Diego's
apartment,” I explained.

  Detective Jackson nodded. “Let's put his picture out there as a
missing person and we are going to officially move this to a
potential double homicide. Both of their apartments are still
sealed, so we'll get forensics over there to do a full work up on
both places, plus do gunshot residue tests to see if Jessica
Jacobs was holding the gun when it was fired,” he said.

  Detective Hill sighed, “So much saving some resources on this
one.”

  I turned, looking first at my boss then at the homicide
detectives, “I had almost a year invested in Diego. I know more
about him then anyone. I've met this kid Kyle, he's a good kid. I
want to help find out what happened to him. Any chance I can
assist the investigation?”

  Detective Hill was the first to answer, “Honestly, we could use
the help. Our unit doesn't have the budget that Vice does.”

  Captain Johnson sat silently for a moment as he thought it
over, “You know Rob, you're not going to be able remain
undercover if you're working on this.”

  I nodded, “I know Cap. I was planning on talking to you about
that after I finished with Diego. I've been thinking about
settling down, starting a family. Since my current case is now
dead, it's as good a time as any to make the switch.”

  “You're one of my best men Rob, but we all know that life
undercover has a clock running it. If this is what you want, I'll
make it happen. Go ahead and continue your investigation into
Gonzalez, coordinate with homicide. Find that kid and find the
killer,” said Captain Johnson.

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