Author: ElyVanity 
Title: The Rent Boy Client 05 
Part: 5 
Summary: Tony questions Dylan. Young Dylan arrives in Chicago. 
Keywords: Mm17, Mb12, 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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material.

Notes to Readers - I appreciate feedback and hearing from
readers. Please email me at elyvanity at safe-mail.net - Ely
Vanity

The Rent Boy Client - 5 
by Ely Vanity

Summer 2014 - Chicago Illinois

  Tony woke up five minutes before his alarm was set to go off.
He turned it off, so that it would not wake up Shane, then got
out of bed. He stumbled into the kitchen and was happy to
discover that there was coffee ready for him; Shane had set up
the automatic coffee maker before he went to bed. Tony drank his
coffee and ate a protein bar for breakfast as he scanned the
headlines on his laptop. He skipped past the coverage of the
Governor's race, Douglas Evans, Chicago's District Attorney, was
running to replace yet another scandal plague Illinois Governor,
promising to clean up Springfield. Instead Tony went to the
sports page and read about the disappointing results of the Cubs
game.

  Once he finished breakfast, Tony went for a forty-five minute
run around the neighborhood. He was rinsing off after his run
when Shane woke up and joined him in the shower. Shane, at 5'10"
was an inch shorter than Tony; he was also ten pounds lighter.
While Tony had to watch what he ate and go for a run every
morning to stay in shape, Shane's slim physique came to the boy
naturally.

  Shane ducked under the shower head to wet his blond hair. He
grabbed the shampoo and stepped aside as he started to lather up
the foot of hair that remained on the top of his head. Tony
finished rinsing himself off then grabbed the shower gel and
started washing Shane. The boy was pale, preferring to spend his
time indoors listening to music and reading. He had a fine layer
of tiny soft blond hairs on his arms and legs and some blond
pubic stubble. Shane just recently stopped shaving his pubes,
explaining to Tony that he didn't want to look like a little boy
when he got to college. Tony, as he had done many times in the
past, assured Shane that he would love him regardless of if his
crotch was hairy or bald, or if he was no longer a boy but a man.

  Tony wrapped his soapy hand around the base of Shane's cock
while he slipped a finger into the boy's ass. He loved feeling
his slimy cum from the last night's fuck still inside the boy's
ass. Shane quickly got hard; he turned around to face Tony then
leaned forward and wrapped his arms around him. Tony guided
Shane's hard cock into between his thighs as he continued to
finger the boy's ass. They kissed as Shane humped Tony's thighs
while Tony massaged Shane's prostate with his finger. Tony's own
hard cock was pressed up against the boy's lean stomach.

  Shane knew Tony had to get to work, so he did not fight it when
he was ready to cum after just a couple of minutes. He shot his
load between Tony's thighs then started to drop down to his knees
to suck off Tony, but Tony stopped him. "No, I want to save that
for tonight. I promise to be home at a reasonable time so we can
take our time and have a slow fuck tonight," explained Tony as he
looked into the boy's green eyes.

  Shane smiled slyly, "Personally I enjoy the quickies as well as
the slow fucks, but I guess expecting an old man like you to cum
more than once in a day is asking too much."

  "Bitch," snapped Tony as he slapped Shane on the ass for the
remark.

  "Oh, have I been a bad boy?" asked Shane as he pouted at Tony.
He turned towards the shower wall and arched his back so his ass
was on display for Tony.

  "Shit, if I didn't have to be in court today for my client's
arraignment I would call in sick," sighed Tony.

  Eventually Tony managed to get himself out of the shower and
out of the house. He stopped by his office and checked in with
Jane and Andy. There was good news waiting for him. Margaret Rice
had filed the DA's response to his motion; she had agreed to
transfer the case to Juvenile Court Division and did not raise
any objections to having Dylan released into treatment at New
Beginnings while awaiting trial. Other than dismissing the
charges, it was the best he could have hoped for under the
circumstances. He then went to the county jail to meet with Dylan
before the arraignment.

  The guard let Tony into the interview room where Dylan was
waiting, then shut the door, leaving them alone together under
the watchful eye of the video surveillance. Dylan looked pretty
much the same as yesterday, tired and anxious. Tony reached into
his briefcase and pulled out a large Monster energy drink. He
opened it and slid it across the table to Dylan. "I thought you
might like  something a little stronger than the weak ass stuff
they serve here. Unfortunately I had to promise the guard you
would give him a blowjob in order for him to let me smuggle it
in," said Tony as he winked at his young client, then he added,
"Just kidding," to make sure Dylan knew he was joking.

  Dylan took the drink and downed over a third of it before
coming up for air. "Good, cause I already had to blow him in
order to get breakfast this morning," replied Dylan. When Tony
reacted like he thought Dylan was being serious, the boy winked
back at him, then added his own, "Just kidding."

  "So, I listened to that song you recommended. It was very
interesting. Did it have anything to do with why you
propositioned a uniformed police officer and flashed a gun at
him?" asked Tony as Dylan was finishing the rest of the energy
drink.

  "I must have been so fucking high I didn't realize he was a
cop, cause normally I don't believe in saying shit in front of
the god damn pigs," said Dylan as his eyes darted up towards the
security camera, "Maybe there was some subconscious part of me
that felt it might be safer inside than out on the streets at the
moment."

  "Okay. I'm going to do my best to protect you and get you help.
You will appear at your arraignment via a closed circuit TV
connection. The DA's office is being cooperative, so while you
are waiting trial you will be sent to a drug treatment program at
New Beginnings. As for the trial, we should be able to come up
with some type of agreement that will keep you out of jail. The
only real obstacle is going to be the gun, especially if it turns
up matching ballistics from any other crimes. So I need you come
clean with me on this, is the gun going to be a problem?" asked
Tony.

  Tony was glad when Dylan didn't answer right away but instead
gave the question some serious thought. Gone was the tough street
punk facade, instead it was replaced by a vulnerable
fourteen-year-old boy that was in over his head. "I don't think
so, but I don't know. I took it from a guy whose place I crashed
at. It wasn't loaded and I was told it didn't work anymore. I
just knew they couldn't blow me off if I had a gun," said Dylan.

  Immediately Tony's lawyer instincts wanted to jump over the
inconsistency in Dylan's story, but he didn't want to press the
boy just then since he knew the boy was paranoid about the police
eavesdropping on their conversation. "Dylan, I'm willing to go
out on a limb for you here, but I need to believe in you in order
to do that. Do you want help? Do you want to get clean and have a
normal life, or at least as close to one as you can have under
the circumstances?" asked Tony.

  Dylan didn't trust his own voice. It had been a couple years
since he had even bothered to wish for a normal life that he
didn't want to get his hopes up. He couldn't look Tony in the
eyes, but he nodded.

  "Okay then," said Tony, "In a couple hours you will have your
arraignment. I've already spoken with the assistant DA assigned
to your case and she isn't going to object to you being sent to
New Beginnings. That will buy us thirty to sixty days to get you
a placement with social services since I doubt your mother is
going to be allowed to take you back while the criminal case is
being resolved, especially since she is out of state. I am going
to try to get your case handled in Juvenile Court where I believe
I should be able to get all the charges suspended and ultimately
dismissed, that is if you are able to complete your drug rehab
program and stay out of trouble until you're eighteen. Is that
acceptable to you?" asked Tony.

  Dylan again glanced up at the camera, and then he turned and
looked Tony in the eyes, "If you think you can do that, than
sure, go for it. But you're fucking naive if you think it's going
to be that fucking easy," said Dylan.

  Tony took a deep breath, as while there is never a good time to
confront a client and call him crazy, Tony needed to broach the
subject. "Dylan, is there something you are not telling me?
Because based on what I have seen, this isn't a capital case.
It's fairly routine and I should be able to get it knocked down
to Juvenile Court and suspended. That is unless there is
something you aren't telling me or you have some mental issues,"
said Tony.

  Dylan smiled and said, "Just because you're paranoid, doesn't
mean they aren't out to get you."

  Tony smirked, "Yes, but I will want you to have a psych
evaluation when you get to New Beginnings."

  "Whatever, I'm not fucking crazy," said Dylan.

  "Okay, well is there anything else that you are aware of that
might get brought up at the hearing that I need to know?" asked
Tony.

  Dylan rolled his eyes, but shook his head and said, "No, not
that I can think of right now."

  Tony collected the empty can and knocked on the door to signal
to the guard that he was done. He was walking over to the
courthouse when his phone rang. He looked down and saw it was
Maggie. "Hello Maggie, you calling to let me know you've decided
to drop all charges against my client?" joked Tony.

  "No. I'm calling to let you know I'm no longer on the Richards
case. Jacobs just walked out of my office with the files. It's
been reassigned up to the fifth floor and he is in charge of it
now. I don't know anything else. Not sure what that kid is
involved in, but it must be serious. My contact over in the
solitary unit can keep him safe for another day or two, so good
luck on getting him out of there," said Margaret.

  "What the fuck is going on Maggie?" asked Tony. The fifth floor
is where the homicide prosecutors had their offices and Mark
Jacobs was the District Attorney's go to guy for high profile or
politically sensitive cases.

  "I have no idea Tony, and since I want to keep my job, I'm
going to keep my head down on this for now. Sorry I can't be of
more help. Goodbye," said Margaret. She hung up before Tony could
ask her any more questions she couldn't answer.

  Fortunately Dylan's was one of the first arraignments of the
day, so the court was not yet running hopelessly behind schedule.
Tony only had to wait a few minutes after arriving at the
courtroom before Dylan's case was called. "Next case is The
People versus Dylan Richards," announced the bailiff. Tony
stepped forward to represent Dylan and Deputy District Attorney
Mark Jacobs step forward to represent The People. Dylan's face
was visible on a monitor in the courtroom.

  The judge was Judith Goldstein, a long serving Judge that Tony
had argued in front of before. The charges were read out against
Dylan and he pleaded 'Not Guilty'. After that formality, the
Judge turned to the motion that Tony had filed.

  "Your Honor, the People would like to request a continuance in
order to file an amended response to the defense's motion," said
Deputy District Attorney Jacobs.

  The Judge sighed; she was not pleased that what should have
been a simple five minute arraignment was going to start putting
her behind schedule. "Mr. Jacobs, this seems a simple matter, why
do the People need more time?" asked Judge Goldstein.

  "Your Honor, this case was just transferred to me this morning
when it was discovered that the defendant's fingerprints matched
those found at 2575 North Harding, the scene of a triple homicide
three months ago. I would like to request that the defendant be
detained at the Juvenile Detention Facility while we investigate
this matter further," said Mr. Jacobs.

  Tony did his best to keep from letting his surprise show as he
glanced at Dylan on the monitor. The boy's expression did not
change; he was not surprised by the revelation. Tony quickly
reviewed everything he had heard about the triple homicide on
North Harding that was in the news a few months ago. Three
individuals, an elderly female, the woman's middle aged son, and
an unrelated young adult male. The word was that it was drug or
gang related. According to the neighbors, a lot of young men and
underage boys frequented the house, which could explain why
Dylan's fingerprints might be at the house, "Your Honor, that
address was known to be frequented by homeless teens, such as my
client. Unless the People have something other reason to believe
my client might have been involved in the homicides and are going
to make that case before a Grand Jury, my client will be just as
secure at New Beginnings as he would be in Juvenile Detention. If
the police or prosecution have any questions for my client
regarding their investigation into that incident, they may submit
them to my office in writing."

  "Your Honor, this young man was found in possession of a
firearm and his fingerprints were present at the scene of a
triple homicide. We request that he remain in police custody
while we determine if there is any connection between the
defendant's gun and the homicides," said the prosecutor.

  "Your Honor, the gun in my client's possession was inoperable.
Again, if the People believe there is any connection between my
client and the homicides, they can make their case to a Grand
Jury. Until then he needs help, and I have made arrangements for
him to get that help at no cost to the county. Further, New
Beginnings is approved by the State as a secure alternate to
detention," said Tony, hoping that Dylan had not lied to him
about the gun not working.

  "Gentlemen, you have taken up enough of my time already this
morning. The request for a continuance is denied and the motion
is granted. Mr. Jacobs, if you have evidence that this boy was
involved in something else besides what is charged, make your
case to the Grand Jury. Until then this matter is transferred to
the Juvenile Court and the defendant is to be transferred to the
secure treatment program at New Beginnings," ruled Judge
Goldstein.

***

Sprin 2012 - Chicago, Illinois

  Dylan stared out the window of JT's truck as they headed
towards Chicago. He was tired and still felt a little stoned. JT
teased him about having a 'pot hangover' when Dylan complained
about having to get up and hit the road. Dylan tried to go back
to sleep in the truck, but was unsuccessful. Instead he decided
to pass the time by talking to JT. "So how do you know Glen?" he
asked.

  "My cousin Danny, the one I got caught fooling around with,
gave me his number when I got out of jail. Danny met him while I
was in jail. Not exactly sure how Danny and Glen met. Danny
wouldn't say and Glen isn't the type that likes being asked
questions," explained JT.

  "Do you know where he got that little Mexican boy from?" asked
Dylan.

  "That I do know. When I mentioned how jealous I was that he had
a little slave boy he told me he could get me one. Seems he knows
a coyote that is willing to deliver a boy or girl a bit further
north of the border for the right price. Glen is pretty connected
and has a lot of contacts," answered JT.

  Dylan figured it was best not to ask JT about what was in the
small gym back that JT had placed behind the seat when they got
into the truck this morning. Based on the conversation he
overhead, he figured it was drugs. He also figured the less he
knew about it, the better. "So, who are the friends you are
dropping me off with in Chicago?" he asked instead.

  "I called Danny while I was at work and asked him if he could
look after you for a bit, and he agreed. He lives at a place
where the owner lets boys like you and Danny crash. The guy who
owns the place is named Arnold. Forget his last name, it's
something Polish, but everyone just calls him Arnie," explained
JT.

  Dylan was amazed at the view of the city as they drove into
Chicago. He had never seen so many tall buildings in his life. JT
drove them to the north side and eventually pulled up outside a
light blue house on North Harding Avenue. There was a garage
across a small alley from the house that was painted the same
color, but the garage door was painted like a rainbow or a gay
flag.

  JT grabbed the gym bag from the back and headed to the front
door, motioning for Dylan to follow him. Dylan got out and went
to the front door. By the time he got there, he could hear the
door being unlocked. Eventually a middle aged short fat balding
polish man opened the door. "Hey Arnie," said JT. Arnie just
grunted, glanced over at Dylan, then stepped back and held the
door open for them.

  Dylan followed JT inside. As he passed Arnie, he could feel the
man's eyes on him. They went into the living room and sat down.
"Arnie this is Dylan, the boy I was telling you about. He needs a
place to stay," said JT.

  "Anyone looking for him? I don't want to get messed up in any
kidnapping shit," said Arnie as he sat down in a recliner.

  "No, he ran away on his own, and his mother hasn't reported him
missing; Glen checked for me. Speaking of Glen, he asked me to
drop this off for him. Said you would have an envelope for me,"
said JT as he picked up the gym bag and set it on the coffee
table.

  "I'll be right back," said Arnie as he picked up the bag and
left the living room. The stairs creaked under his weight as he
went upstairs. Dylan felt extremely awkward while he and JT
silently waited for the man to return. Eventually the man came
back downstairs and tossed a fat letter sized envelope down on
the table.

  "It's all there. I know Glen well enough not to try shorting
him," said Arnie.

  "Is Danny here?" asked JT as he picked up the envelope.

  "Yeah, he's in his room. It's on the first floor, second door
on the right," said Arnie.

  "Okay, thanks. I'll leave you two to get acquainted. Dylan's
it's been fun. If you are ever back in Waterloo stop by and say
hello," said JT. He got up, kissed Dylan on the top of the head,
then went in search of his cousin.

  Dylan looked over at Arnie. "So are you like a pimp or
something?" asked Dylan.

  Arnie laughed. "No, being a pimp is too much work. I just
provide a home for wayward boys like you. If you want to crash
down in the basement, it's twenty dollars a night. If you are
staying downstairs and want to take a shower up here, its five
bucks. A room upstairs here is two-fifty a week and includes use
of the bathroom, but if you take too long a shower, I will shut
off the hot water. I also sell favors if you need any, either to
use or to sell to your tricks," explained Arnie.

  "Favors?" asked Dylan.

  "Ah, right, forgot you are fresh off the farm. Drugs,"
explained Arnie. Dylan blushed. Arnie smiled at the
twelve-year-old boy's reaction. "Let's see, other house rules; no
bringing tricks back here, do your business elsewhere. If you
bring lice, scabies, bedbugs, or any other critters back here I
will ban you from the house. Don't go upstairs to the second
floor unless you are with me, that's my private space. Payment is
all in advance. If you are short of cash, occasionally, and I do
mean occasionally, I will take payment in trade. So you got any
questions?" asked Arnie.

  Dylan only had ten dollars on him and the realization of his
situation hit him. He was far from home; a home where he wasn't
welcome anymore. He was getting dropped off in a city where he
didn't know anyone, by a guy he barely knew. He didn't even have
enough money to buy a spot on the floor for a night, so if he
wanted to stay, he needed to have sex with this short fat balding
man. JT and Glen had been moderately attractive, and Dylan had
been fairly eager to have sex with them, but he did not find
anything attractive about Arnie. "Is it okay if I smoke a joint?"
asked Dylan, knowing that getting stoned would help make what he
had to do more bearable.

  "Sure, knock yourself out kid," said Arnie.

  Dylan pulled out his small remaining stash of weed and rolled
himself a joint. "Um, I'm kinda short on cash right now, is it
possible to work out that trade thing you mentioned?" asked Dylan
as his think fingers deftly rolled the joint.

  "Yeah, I think we can work something out. Take off your shirt
and let me get a better look at you," said Arnie. Dylan set the
joint down, stripped off his t-shirt, then picked his joint back
up.

  As Dylan light the joint and started smoking it, Arnie checked
him out. It wasn't often a boy this young stayed at his house.
Most of them were older teens, usually first arriving when they
were sixteen or older. They usually heard about his place from a
friend they met on the street. Arnie was openly groping his dick
through his shorts as he looked over Dylan. He started getting
hard as he thought about fucking the boy. The boy's long brown
hair gave him a soft feminine look and the boy hadn't yet been
hardened by the streets. Dylan had a farmer's tan with his arms
being darker than his pale chest and stomach. His tiny pink
nipples were slightly puffy and he had a small 'outie' belly
button.

  "As soon as JT leaves we'll go up to my bedroom and have some
fun. In exchange you can stay for two days, either downstairs or
in one of the boy's rooms on the first floor if they'll let you.
After that, you'll need to start paying," offered Arnie.

  Dylan took a long hit off the joint and held it in as he
considered the man's offer. He decided he really didn't have much
choice but to accept. He let the smoke escape his lungs, then
said, "Okay, thank you sir."

  "Take off your pants," said Arnie. He figured he would get a
good look at the boy while he waited for JT to catch up with
Danny. Dylan kicked off his shoes and wiggled out of his skinny
jeans. He sat back on the couch in just a pair of black boxer
briefs. He spread his thin pale legs and started rubbing his
crotch. The weed was starting to hit him, and he was beginning to
feel horny.

  Arnie continued to grope himself through his shorts as he
watched Dylan. "Take it out, let me see you play with your little
boy dick," said Arnie. He watched the boy play with his dick for
a couple minutes. He was just about ready to give up waiting for
JT to leave when the man walked back into the room.

  "Well, Danny's pretty tired so I guess I'll be leaving. I need
to get back home tonight and still need to stop back by Glen's,"
said JT from the hallway. He noticed that Dylan was wearing just
his underwear and his dick was out. "I'll let myself out, you two
seem busy. Take care Dylan, it's been fun. I'll leave your bike
on the porch," he said then turned and left Dylan with Arnie.

  As soon as the front door was closed, Arnie got up out of his
recliner. "Come on let's go upstairs," he said. Dylan got up and
started to collect his clothes. "Leave those," said Arnie as he
reached over and grabbed Dylan's arm, wrapping his hand around
the boy's bicep. He pulled the boy along as the headed up the
stairs.

  The first thing Dylan noticed about the upstairs was that it
stank. It smelt like shit and old piss. The smell was strongest
when they passed a closed door that had a 'Keep Out' sign and a
pad lock. When Arnie saw Dylan stare at the door as they passed,
he said, "That's my mother's room. She has Alzheimer's and is
bed-ridden." They passed an open door that led to a bathroom then
Arnie pulled Dylan through an open door into a bedroom.

  Arnie pushed Dylan onto a messy bed. "Take off your underwear,"
he said as he begun to strip off his own clothes. Once he was
naked, he got on the bed and stretched out. He grabbed his short
thick cock and waved it at Dylan, "Come on boy, get to it. Suck
me."

  Dylan was glad he was high. The weed helped sharpen his desire
and made him horny. He could focus on his desire for cock and
ignore how the man next to him repulsed him. The man's cock was
fat, like the rest of him. It was only five inches long but was
far thicker than any of the other three cocks he had sucked. He
leaned over and wrapped his lips around the big mushroom head. It
filled his mouth and his jaw started to ache after just a few
minutes of sucking.

  Fortunately Arnie was more interested in Dylan's ass then he
was the boy's mouth. He ran his hands over the boy's smooth
little ass. "Damn boy, looks like that pucker of yours has gotten
a lot of use recently," he said as he saw the boy's puffy
inflamed asshole. Arnie leaned over and picked up a bottle of
lube off the floor. "I want you to sit on my dick boy," said
Arnie. He lubed up his cock as Dylan got up and straddled him.

  Dylan positioned himself on the top of the man's cock then
slowly started to sit down. Even though Dylan had been fucked
several times a day for the last few days, the man's thick cock
still hurt as it stretched his well-used hole further than any of
the previous cocks that had been inside him. He let out an
involuntary whimper as entered him.

  "Yeah, I love to see a boy wince when my beer can opens him
up," said Arnie. He ran his hands up the boy's thighs and grabbed
his waist. He held the boy tightly as he pulled him further down
onto his cock.

  "Oww," gasped Dylan as Arnie's cock pressed through his inner
sphincter and slide all the way into his ass.

  "Fuck, I forgot how tight you boys are when you first start
out. Soon you'll have a loose gaping hole and be begging for
bigger and bigger cocks," said Arnie as he held the boy's ass
down on his groin. He then started thrusting his cock up into the
boy's ass. After Dylan's ass had stretched and was accommodating
him, Arnie pulled the boy down against his chest then rolled them
over so he had the boy pinned under his fat torso.

  Dylan was moaning and groaning as Archie jabbing his short fat
cock into the boy's upturned ass. He began to struggle to breath
from the weight of the man's body pressing down on top of him.
The boy's thrashing just turned Arnie on even more and he relaxed
his arms, putting more of his weight on top of the boy. Dylan
tried to get his legs in between the man and him; Arnie just
laughed at the boy's struggles and continued to pound his cock
into the boy's ass as hard as he could.

  "Yeah, take that dick you little slut. You were born to have
your pussy used real men," said Arnie as he fucked the
twelve-year-old boy's ass.

  Dylan's ass hurt and the man's words made him feel like a whore
but considering he was once again having to let a man fuck him in
exchange for a place to stay, he wasn't in a position to argue.
He wondered if this was what his life was going to be from here
on out. Being passed on from man to man, letting them fuck him in
exchange for drugs or a place to stay. Just a couple weeks ago he
would dream of meeting a cute boy and falling in love, maybe
start a family of his own one day. Now he was wondering where he
was going to sleep and where his next meal was going to come
from.

  "Oh here it comes boy, time for your reward. Gonna breed your
sweet little ass," said Arnie as he picked up his pace. "Oh yeah,
oh yeah, oh yeah," he panted as he dumped his load in Dylan's
underage ass. He completely collapsed on top of Dylan when he was
finished coming. Dylan squirmed and shoved until he was able to
get out from under the man.

  As soon as the boy was out from underneath him, Arnie rolled
over onto his back. He reached over and grabbed Dylan's skinny
arm. He pulled the boy back towards his cock, "Clean it off
bitch. A good whore cleans up after himself." Dylan looked at the
man's softening cock. It was covered in a mix of cum, lube, ass
juice, and a little bit of shit. "Go on you little whore. You'll
be sleeping out on the street tonight if you don't suck it clean
right now," said Arnie. Dylan swallowed, closed his eyes and took
the man's filthy cock into his mouth.

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