Author: ElyVanity 
Title: The Rent Boy Client 03 
Part: 3 
Summary: Tony is surprised by the circumstances of Dylan's arrest.
Meanwhile 12 y/o Dylan continues his journey to Chicago.
Keywords: m16b12, oral, anal, drugs

Disclaimer - This is entirely a work of fiction. Please do not
attempt any of this in real life. If it is not legal for you to
read this where you are, then leave as I have not intended to
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readers. Please email me at elyvanity at safe-mail.net - Ely
Vanity

The Rent Boy Client - 3 By Ely Vanity

Summer 2014 - Chicago Illinois

  After Tony exited the county jail, he sent a text to his
boyfriend, Shane, 'New case. Late night at office. Sorry.' He
then hailed a cab and gave him the address for the District
Attorney's offices. On the ride over, he made several phone
calls. The first call was to his assistant, Jane. He gave her the
boy's information so she could start following up and verify it.
He left out the name Dylan listed as his father as he wanted to
check out the unusual double 'o' drawing before he shared that
name with anyone else. He also gave Jane instructions to start
preparing a motion to have Dylan transferred to New Beginnings, a
private rehab facility that had a secure wing. The facility was
approved by the Courts for clients in Dylan's situation. He also
asked Jane to call Barbara Jordon in the child welfare division
and give her the boy's information so that Barbara could get
started on trying to help the boy.

  When he hung up on Jane, he saw that Shane had already replied
to his text, 'Kk I'll b upstairs call me when u get home'. Tony's
next call was to the Director of New Beginnings, Roger Gunderson.
It took a bit of cajoling and appeals to their longstanding
friendship, but eventually Roger agreed to make a bed available
for Dylan at New Beginnings. He also agreed to a reduced rate
which would be covered by a donation from a local community
member that wished to remain anonymous. Finally he called his
banker and gave him the information for the banker to get a check
out to New Beginnings to cover the cost of Dylan's stay.

  By the time he arrived at Assistant District Attorney Margaret
Rice's office, Tony was feeling pretty confident that this would
be an easy case. He believed that everything was in place so that
Dylan would get the help he needed and would stay out of jail.
Tony and Maggie greeted each other. They were not close friends,
but they had known each other since they met in law school. They
both went to Northwestern University Law School; Tony had been a
year ahead of Maggie.

  After Tony took a seat, Margaret got right to the point. "So
Tony, did your client tell you why he was blatantly proposition
men, including a police officer, and offering them drugs in plain
view of a patrol car? " asked Maggie.

  "What?" responded Tony, completely blind sided by Maggie's
question. When she remained silent, Tony said, "The file that was
sent over to the defender's office was pretty thin, just his mug
shot and a list of the charges that are going to be filed
tomorrow at his arrangement. When I met with him, I focused on
getting his bio, so I could get him out of the solitary
confinement you ordered for him. I assumed he was picked up by
Vice on one of their routine prostitution stings. What is going
on?"

  Maggie put a DVD into her computer and turned the screen so
that Tony could see it. "This is footage from the dashboard
camera of a patrol car over on the south side," explained Maggie
as she started the video. The video was of a fairly busy
intersection. The patrol car was parked on the southeast corner,
facing north. Across the street on the northeast corner, a boy
dressed in tight black jeans and a black short sleeve t-shirt
over a long sleeve white t-shirt walked into frame. Tony easily
recognized Dylan and his shoulder length dyed black hair. The boy
seemed anxious, shifting around a lot as he stood on the corner
and appeared to talk to men as they passed. Tony noticed that
several times Dylan glanced in the direction of the police car.
There was no sound on the video in the beginning, but eventually
a soundtrack started up as a patrol officer activated a voice
recorder that was synced to the video. The officer mentioned that
he and his partner had observed a juvenile male acting
erratically.

  The officer appeared in frame in the video as he crossed the
street and approached Dylan. "Hey kid, what are you doing?" asked
the officer.

  Dylan turned and walked over to the cop. "I'm trying to find a
john. You interested? Want me to suck you off, or do you want
fuck me? I'll take cash or drugs. I even got some crystal on me
if you want to party and got some cash," said Dylan's voice on
the tape. Tony's jaw just dropped as he watched and listened to
the video.

  The officer had pretty much the same reaction as Tony, "What
the hell kid? Are you seriously propositioning me and offering to
sell me drugs?" This went on for a couple minutes as Dylan
insisted that he was serious about trading his ass or what little
drugs he had for money. He said it didn't bother him that the guy
was a cop, as he knew several cops that liked boys. The officer
seemed more interested in trying to figure out if there was
something wrong with Dylan, and if the boy needed psychiatric
help, than he was in arresting him.

  Dylan appeared to get more agitated the longer this went on
until finally he said, "Look, I'm going to get some money one way
or another, you know what I mean?" He lifted up the front of his
shirt, revealing a gun.

  "Gun!" shouted the police offer as he reacted instantly to
seeing a gun tucked into Dylan's waistband. He was close enough
that he was able to grab Dylan's arm and spin the boy around.
Dylan did not resist as the officer drove him to the ground and
started handcuffing him. The officer told Dylan that he was under
arrest and read him his rights.

  "What the fuck is going on?" asked Tony in disbelief at what he
had just seen on the video.

  "I don't know. That is one of the reasons I kept the boy where
he was, despite the fact that yes, he is obviously a juvenile. I
tried to think of reasons why he would be intentionally trying to
get himself arrested, and none of my wild guesses are pleasant.
He might be mentally ill, someone might be after him, or he might
be trying to get to someone in the juvenile detention facility. I
was hoping that you might be able to shed some light on his
motives," explained Margaret.

  "I believe his name is Dylan Richards; he is a fourteen year
old runaway from Iowa. My office will be emailing over all the
details we have as soon as we confirm them. He seems to be a
fairly smart kid, but he's got a serious drug problem. I've made
arrangements for him to go into a secure treatment program at New
Beginnings. My office will be filing our motion this evening. I'm
also asking to have this matter kicked over to the juvenile court
division. After seeing that video, I don't think you have any
chance of getting him tried as an adult. Are you going to raise
any objections to having him sent to New Beginnings?" asked Tony,
redirecting the conversation back to what to do about Dylan, and
away from whatever motives the boy might have had.

  "As long as the government isn't going to be expected to pick
up the tab for the little whack-job's spa vacation, I don't
anticipate I'll have any problems with it," teased Margaret.

  "Thanks Maggie," said Tony.

  "No problem Tony. Despite the rumors to the contrary, I don't
actually enjoy sending kids to prison when they haven't hurt
anyone but themselves," said Margaret.

  After his meeting with the DA, Tony headed back to his office
and worked with Jane and Andy, a young summer intern from
Northwestern University Law School, to finish up the motion so
that the Judge could rule on it at Dylan's arrangement tomorrow.
With any luck, Tony figured he could have Dylan out of jail and
at New Beginnings by Friday, the day after tomorrow. The three
stayed late working on the motion and Tony had dinner delivered
to the office for them.

  While they were working on the petition, a county clerk in Des
Moines Iowa emailed them back confirming the information on Dylan
Richards. There was a Dylan Grant Richards born on March 15th,
2000 in Des Moines, Iowa. The clerk was even able to email them a
copy of his birth certificate. A check on Dylan's mother and her
boyfriend also showed that according to their Iowa driver's
license records, the two were still living at the address Dylan
had given for them. It was just before eight pm when they had
everything ready and submitted an electronic copy of the motion
to the court and emailed a copy to Margaret. Jane and Andy left
while Tony stayed to put away all the files.

  As he was about to lock the file drawer, he remembered the
strange doodle. He opened the files back up and took a look at it
again. He then pulled out the copy of Dylan's birth certificate
they had printed out. The name listed as Dylan's father on the
birth certificate was William Dylan Grant, not John T. Doonan as
Dylan had written done.

  Tony sighed. Every time he thought any of this was starting to
make sense it just got more bizarre. He got out his reading
glasses and examined the doodle. He was barely able to make out
the writing that formed the double o's. It read
'paramoreallweknowisfalling'. He copied the words onto another
piece of paper, making logical guesses where the words broke,
then drew the infinity loop next to it so that he would remember
its original formation. He put the original back in his file and
put the copy in his pocket.

  It was almost nine by time Tony arrived home. He lived on the
first floor of a two unit building on the north side of Chicago
about half way between downtown and Evanston. He entered his flat
and went into his bedroom, emptied his pockets and changed out of
his suit. He put on a pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He went into
the kitchen and poured himself a glass of wine, grabbed his
laptop and went into the living room. He laid down on the couch
and pulled up Google. He yawned as he started typing. By the time
he got to the first 'l', Google was already suggesting he search
for 'Paramore All We Know Know Is Falling'. He clicked on it,
then followed the first link to a wikipedia page. All We Know Is
Falling was an album by the band Paramore. Tony's first thought
was that Dylan was just a fan of the band and must have made the
doodle out of boredom or something. Tony thought about the
infinity loop for a second, 'What if it isn't the infinity symbol
but a sideways 8' he wondered. He looked back at the album info
and found track eight. It was 'Conspiracy'. A couple keystrokes
later, Tony was reading the lyrics to the song. The first verse
laid it out there and let Tony know this was not just some random
doodle but a message:

Please speak softly For they will hear us And they'll find out
Why we don't trust them

  Tony wondered if Dylan believed the interview room had been
bugged or if the boy was just being paranoid. The rest of the
lyrics were similar, telling the story of someone who is alone
and powerless. The chorus asked for an explanation:

Explain to me This conspiracy against me And tell me how I've
lost my power

  And the song ended with a plea for help:

And when All security fails Will you be there To help me through

  Tony went to iTunes, quickly purchased the album and played it
on his laptop. He finished his glass of wine as he wondered what
Dylan had gotten himself mixed up in besides prostitution and
drugs. He knew meth could make people paranoid, he wondered if
Dylan given into the demons of the drug. He was troubled by the
idea that this young boy might be crazy.

  There was also something else that worried Tony, his attraction
to Dylan. Tony had always been attracted to boys, but with Dylan
it was more than that. The boy reminded him of his first
boyfriend, Robbie. Losing Robbie had been the catalyst that
caused Tony to turn to drugs; a hopeless attempt to dull the
pain.

  Tony went over to the bookcase and pulled out a small photo
album. He lay down on the couch and slowly flipped through the
few photos he had of Robbie. They started at age nine when Robbie
and his family had moved in next door to Tony's family and ended
when Robbie was thirteen, which was when Robbie's parents had
caught Tony and Robbie having sex and sent Robbie away to a
Christian camp that promised to cure the boy of his affliction.
Tony tried to force himself to remember the love they had shared,
and not the tragedy of how it ended. He ran his finger across the
picture, as if to brush the boy's long brown hair out of his
face. He stared into the boy's gray eyes and ran his finger down
the boy's short but wide nose, bring it to a rest on top of the
boy's wide pink lips. Lips that he used to spend hours kissing as
they lay on Tony's bed listening to his punk rock LP's. He fell
asleep on the couch with the album in his lap, and pieces of
memories of sucking the boy's small cut cock and fucking the
boy's downy ass floating through his dreams.

***

Sprin 2012 - Waterloo, Iowa and on the road from Waterloo, Iowa
to Chicago, Illinois

  Dylan spent a couple days at JT's place; he was stoned and
naked almost the entire time. JT worked eight pm to five am as a
janitor, cleaning up several businesses while they were closed
for the evening. Dylan went to sleep while JT was at work, then
smoked pot and watched TV in the morning while JT was sleeping.
JT would sleep for a good portion of the day, then get up, get
stoned, and have sex with Dylan until it was time to go to work
again. He spent a lot of time teaching Dylan how to properly suck
cock. By the end of the couple days he spent at JT's, Dylan was
able to deep throat the man's six inch cock. Dylan was really
starting to enjoy the sex, and he was becoming more comfortable
with the idea that he was a cock loving gay boy.

  Unfortunately the more time he spent with JT, the less he
enjoyed hanging out with him when they were not having sex; the
man was boring. Dylan was glad when Saturday arrived and JT woke
up from his post work slumber and announced it was time to hit
the road. They sixty-nine'd for a bit then JT fucked him. It
barely hurt anymore when JT entered him, and Dylan jacked his
cock to two orgasms before JT shot his load into him. They
showered and Dylan packed his small amount of clothes, which JT
had cleaned at the laundry mat for him, into his backpack. They
loaded Dylan's bike into the back of JT's beat up pick-up truck
and headed off to towards Chicago.

  After they were on the road, JT told Dylan that they were going
to stop on their way and spend the night with Glen, a buddy of
his that lived just on the other side of the state border outside
of the Quad Cities. Dylan was not enjoying the road trip so far.
JT was not much of a talker, which left Dylan too much time alone
with his thoughts. Plus JT would not let him smoke any pot in the
truck since the man was obsessively worried about making sure
there was no possible reason for the cops to pull him over.

  The only thing so far to break up the monotony of the trip had
been when they stopped for dinner at McDonalds. Dylan gave JT his
order, then went and used the pay phone. He knew that on a
Saturday his mother would still be home as she worked the late
shift at the bar. He called home; his mother answered, "Hello."

  "Hi mom," said Dylan softly, not sure where to start.

  "Is what Ray says true? Are you a faggot whore?" asked his
mother. Dylan started crying. "Don't bother coming home then,"
she said and hung up. Dylan took a minute to regain his composure
and wipe his eyes before he joined JT in the restaurant.

  While they were eating, Dylan noticed an attractive man in his
early thirty's that was having dinner with his young son. The
little boy, who was probably around five, was rambling on about
something, and his father was nodding along with a smile on his
face. Dylan was jealous of the love the pair obviously shared. He
wished he was that boy and had a loving father that cared about
him. As he was staring at the man, the man glanced over and
noticed Dylan. He smiled at Dylan but turned back to his son when
the boy said something. Dylan saw the man glance over at him a
couple more times, until finally the man and his son finished
their dinner and got up. Dylan watched as instead of leaving the
restaurant, they went to into the bathroom.

  "I gotta to go to the bathroom," declared Dylan as he got up
and left the table. He entered the bathroom and saw the father
and son at the urinals. The little boy was using the 'child'
urinal that was set lower on the wall; he had his pants and
underwear down around his ankles. His father was using the one
next to his son. There was a third urinal on the other side of
the man, so Dylan walked over and stood in front of it. As he
opened his fly and fished out his cock, he looked over and tried
to get a view of the man's cock. It was soft, so it wasn't very
long, but it was thick. Dylan's own cock started getting hard
from seeing the man's cock.

  The man glanced over and saw Dylan checking out his dick,  so
he leaned back and let the twelve-year-old boy get a good look at
his dick as he checked out the boy. "Enjoying the view?" he
asked.

  Dylan blushed and looked up from the man's thick cock. "Yeah,
you got a nice one. Can I suck it?" he asked.

  The man was shocked by Dylan's forwardness. He glanced over at
his son, who was starting to shake off his little hairless dick,
then he looked around the rest of the bathroom to see if anyone
was around that might have overheard Dylan's offer. He looked
back and saw that Dylan was standing in front of the urinal
brazenly rubbing his hard boy cock. His mind raced as he tried to
think of a way he could take this hot twelve-year-old boy up on
his offer without ending up in jail.

  "Daddy," said his son, interrupting his deliberations. He
turned back and saw that his son was having trouble getting his
pants and underwear back up properly.

  The man stuffed his hard cock back into his pants. "Sorry," he
said, apologizing to both Dylan for declining his offer, and to
his son for not helping him sooner. He stepped behind his son and
helped him get his pants all sorted out. Then he led his son over
to the sink and they both washed their hands.

  Dylan sighed and turned away so that man wouldn't see his face
as the rejection by what he figured was a good loving man made
him tear up. After they were done washing their hands, the father
picked his son up and carried him to the door. Before he left, he
turned and gave Dylan an apologetic look, "Sorry kid, just too
risky."

  The sun was just beginning to set as they pulled off the paved
road and turned down onto a private road a few miles past Moline,
Illinois. They traveled about a mile down the dirt road before a
house came into view. There was a large black pick-up truck and a
Harley-Davidson parked in front of the house. JT pulled up and
parked next to the truck. He honked briefly twice, then turned
off the truck. "Okay, we're here," he said to Dylan as he opened
his door and climbed out of the truck. Dylan get out and followed
JT towards the front door of the house. While they were still
about ten yards away, the door opened and a man holding a shotgun
stepped out onto the front porch.

  JT stopped, "Hey, Glen, how you doing? This is Dylan, the boy I
told you about."

  Glen was a few years older than JT, probably in his early
thirties. He was also built like a football player, standing just
over six feet and weighing around two hundred fifty pounds of
muscle with a small layer of fat on top. He was wearing just a
pair of loose fitting gray boxers and a fine layer of black hair
covered his chest and stomach. He had a buzz cut and dark stubble
on his chin. Glen had the shotgun pointed at JT as he looked over
JT then Dylan. "Okay, strip down to your boxers and leave your
clothes out here on the porch," he said. He stepped to the side
of the porch and lowered the shotgun as JT walked up onto the
porch and stripped off his clothes.

   Dylan followed JT's lead and stripped down on the porch. When
he was standing there in just his black boxer briefs, Glen looked
him over then said, "Boys don't wear any clothes in my house. If
you want to come in, you got to leave your underwear out here
with the rest of your clothes." Dylan looked over at JT who just
nodded at him. Dylan took a deep breath then removed his
underwear and set them down on top of the rest of his clothes.

  Standing outside on a stranger's porch in underwear was awkward
for Dylan but it paled in comparison to standing there naked. He
started to worry about what was going to happen inside as Glen
looked him up and down like he was a piece of meat in the
butcher's shop. The man grinned at him, "Well let's get inside
and get this party started." He then turned and walked inside,
holding the door open for Dylan and JT. Dylan swallowed nervously
and followed JT inside.