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 Donate - Please donate to ASSTR so they can continue to host all of these great, or at least hot, stories. Donate at /donations.html Disclaimer -- This story is a work of fiction. None of the events, businesses, or people in this story are real. The author does not encourage or condone anyone breaking any laws. 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. Please send any comments and feedback to elyvanity at safe-mail.net, let me know what you liked and what you want to 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 the back key and move on. Otherwise ejoy. 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. For links to all my stories go to: /~ElyVanity