Author: Take Charge Dad Title: Making of a Slave Boy (Revised) Part: 02 Summary: Kyle starts settling into his new life as a slave boy on a tropic island as he bonds with the other slave boys. Keywords: Mb9, oral, anal, drugs, coerc, bdsm 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. NOTE TO READERS PLEASE READ - A couple years ago I wrote the first few parts of this series but then I let another author (Ely Vanity) revise them. He has disappeared, so I'm taking the story back. I liked the changes, so I'm keeping them, although I have done an edit to try to catch as many spells. I'm removing my old version and posting the newer revised versions. 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. Cast of Reoccurring Characters from previous chapters: Kyle Jacobs, aka Boy, Age 9, 4'2", 53#, skinny, shaggy unkempt shoulder length blond hair, green eyes, uncut two and half inch cock. Master/Sir, Age 54, 6', 195#, muscular, short salt and pepper (gray/black) hair and beard, hairy chest and stomach, blue eyes, thick 9.25" uncut cock. Jose, Age 28, 5'11", 160#, black hair, brown eyes, mustache, masculine, faint scar on his left cheek, six inch uncut cock. Works for Master. Spends most of his time off the Isle of Lost Boys running errands for Master. Robert "Bo" Beauregard, 32, 5'10", 160#, lean, brown hair, green eyes, formerly an undercover vice detective. Boylover searching for Kyle. Begin Story MAKING OF A SLAVE BOY PART 2 by Take Charge Dad (Parts 3 & 4 assisted by Ely Vanity) ***###*** Kyle-Boy ***###*** "Stand up Boy and get a look at your new home," said the man that now owned me. I stood up, holding onto one of the rails, and looked out over the bow of the boat. My new home was an oblong island, spanning just over a couple acres. I could barely make out neighboring islands on the horizon, one to the north and one to the south. The mainland was nowhere in sight and I wasn't even sure which direction to look for it. There were six structures on the island, if you counted the large building over the water at the end of a long pier as being 'on the island'. There was a huge house on the north end of the island; two buildings, one large rectangular and a smaller square one, in the middle; and two houses on the south end. All the buildings on the island were built on stilts and elevated about five or so feet above the ground. There were lots of palm trees scattered about between the buildings and the island was surrounded by a sandy beach. A ring of bushes at the top of the beach acted like a wall, blocking the view of most of the interior of the island at ground level. The pier with the building on it was built on the leeward, or west, side of the island, and was about eight feet above sea level. There were two boat docks next to the pier, one to the north and one to the south. The one to the south had a fancy sixty-two foot yacht currently docked at it. As Master steered the speed boat towards the northern dock, two boys came running down the pier from the outbuilding. They both looked like smaller versions of Greg. They had similar long shaggy blond hair that was naturally highlighted from lots of time in the sun and salt water, and they had the same rich dark golden tans. Instead of the thong swimsuit that Greg had worn, their suits were even skimpier, just small fabric pouches that covered their genitals. The pouches were held in place by thin strings around their waists and another through their legs which then disappeared into their butt cracks before emerging to connect to the string around the waist. The older boy, Alex, was wearing a golden colored pouch with black strings, while the younger boy, Slave, had a silver pouch with blue strings. Like Greg, the boys both had enlarged, pierced nipples and pierced belly buttons. The main difference between them and Greg was that they were shorter and more boyish looking. Slave was five-foot and Alex was about five-four. Neither one was as muscular or as lean as Greg had been. They both still had boyish bodies as neither had begun puberty. I could see that they also had tattoos similar to Greg's, but later when I saw them close up, I discovered their tattoos were words forming the tribal patterns that Greg had. They later explained to me that each boy gets the choice before they leave to either keep the tattoos as they are, or to have them filled, covering up the words and completing the tribal designs. For now though, the words around their arms and legs were dirty, nasty things that made me blush. Things like the names that Master had called me while he fucked me, 'Faggot', 'Boy Whore', 'Slut', 'Cocksucker', 'Cum Dump', and things like that, but in both English and Spanish. On the younger boy, I guess he would be Slave, where Greg had a triangle design that drew the eye towards his ass, Slave's tattoo read "Boy Slave Cum Dump" in a stylistic script with a wide shallow 'v' under it that pointed towards his ass. The boy slave part was written above cum dump and slight more to the left. I understood why when I saw Alex's similar tattoo, it read "Boy Slave Alex Cum Dump", with the "Boy Slave Alex" on the top line above 'Cum Dump'. At first I thought it was centered perfectly above "Cum Dump" but on closer inspection I noticed it was still slightly offset to the left by a couple letters. "Toss that rope to Alex, the taller boy, when we pull alongside the dock," said Master as he pointed to the rope tied to the rear corner of the speed boat. I stood up and grabbed the rope, tossing it to the older boy as we came along side the dock. He quickly wrapped it around one of the cleats on the dock and pulled the rope tight as Master killed the engines. The boat came to a rest against the large rubber bumpers on the side of the dock, while the younger boy scrambled onto the bow of the boat with a rope in hand to secure the bow. As soon as the two boys were done securing the boat, they stood next to each other on the dock, their legs slightly spread, and their hands clasped behind their backs. "Welcome home, Master," they said in unison in high pitched boy voices. "Hello boys," he said. He then picked me up and carried me off of the boat, setting me down on the dock next to him in front of the boys. "Alex and Slave, this is the new Boy. Boy, this is Alex," Master said as he motioned towards the older, taller boy with his hand. "And this is Slave," he said gesturing towards the younger boy. "Hel...," I started to say hello but Master squeezed my neck tightly. I gasped in pain then shut my mouth. Neither boy moved or said anything as this happened. They both stood absolutely still, their heads slightly bowed and their eyes focused on Master's feet. Master continued, "Greg should have explained how everything works here; you will obey both Alex and Slave, but Alex is superior to Slave, so if they give conflicting orders, you will obey Alex. Understand?" I figured since he asked me a question it was okay to speak, "Yes Master," I answered, remembering what he had told me about what to call him. "Good Boy, you're learning already. Slave, take Boy to the apartment and clean him up. Alex stay here," order Master. "Yes, Master," both boys replied. The smaller boy relaxed his stance and reached a hand out, taking my hand in his and pulling me after him as he started up the dock. Alex didn't move. The painkiller Greg had given me was wearing off and my ass was really starting to hurt. I began to say something, but Slave quickly squeezed my hand and 'shushed' me. When we got to the top of the dock and went past the line of bushes, I saw that most of the island was covered in grass, a natural looking grass, sort of spotty and bumpy with a few brown spots, not a manicured lawn. After we were away from the dock, the boy stopped and turned to me. "It's okay to talk now, my name is Zach," he said with a smile. He gave my hand a gentle little squeeze and tugged me while he turned so that we were side by side instead of him dragging me along behind him. He pointed towards one of the houses on the south end of the island. "We're going there, you will have a temporary room there until you're trained and ready to move into the main house," he said. "Okay. Oh, um, my name is Kyle," I said. "Kyle is a cool name. Just remember, we aren't allowed to use our names when anyone but us boys are around," said Zach as we walked south. "Okay," I said. There was a bit of an awkward pause and I wasn't really sure what else to say, so I just blurted out what I was going to say earlier, "I think there is something wrong with my butt." Zach stopped and hugged me. I could tell by the way he hugged me that he knew what had happened to me in the boat. His tenderness and understanding caused me to break down crying. He just held me for a minute then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "It will be okay Kyle. I got some cream for you in your room that will help. Let's get you inside," he said then grabbed my hand again and led me to the house. Zach chatted away constantly, explaining that the whole island used to be run as a bit of a vacation resort. He rambled on about what each building used to be used for and what it was now, but I was having trouble paying attention because it felt like my ass was on fire. About the only thing I remembered was that the houses on the south end were divided up into guest apartments and that I was going to stay in one of the smaller ones until I was ready to move into the main house to live with Zach, Alex and our Master. The house was on stilts, like the rest of the buildings, so we had to walk up some wood steps to get to the main floor. Zach led me around the wrap around balcony to the 'back', or north, side of the house and into one of the studios. It was sparsely furnished with a full sized bed against one wall, a window with a view of the ocean on another, a small bathroom in one corner, and a little kitchenette in another corner. I didn't get a chance to look around much as Zach told me to lie down on the bed so he could take care of my ass. The room was cooler than outside as it had air conditioning, but it was set at a level that still left it comfortable despite being naked. It was at that moment that I realized I no longer owned any clothes. Something about that struck me as funny and I started laughing despite my pain. Zach came over to where I was lying on the bed laughing and gave me a strange look. I explained about the clothes and he just shook his head then handed me a pill and a glass of water. I recognized the pill, it was another 'Vike'. I propped myself up on my elbows then eagerly took the pill and washed it down. "Go ahead and drink all the water, you need to learn to always drink a lot of water here so you don't get dehydrated," said Zach. As I was finishing the water, Zach got up and got something from the bathroom. He returned and started to apply some type of cream to my asshole. "OUCH," I cried as my body jerked when he first touched my abused hole. "Sorry Kyle, I know it hurts but trust me; this will help," he said as he squeezed some more of the cream onto his fingers and brought them back to my ass. I was ready for it this time, so I was able to keep still and just let out a slight hiss, as he rubbed the cream into my ass. "Wow, he tore you up. You must not have taken many big cocks before," said Zach. "That was my first one of any size," I said. Whatever that cream was, it was starting to work as the pain in my ass was fading. "You were a virgin for real?!? Oh my god, no wonder you hurt so bad. I had been fucked a bunch of times before he took me and he still tore me up a bit. Did he pull the whole rescue you from drowning thing?" asked Zach. "What? Yes," I sputtered. Zach laughed. "He almost always does that to a new Boy. He gets off on fucking you while you're blubbering and clinging to him. Get used to it. It won't be the last time you think you are about to die, only to be end up getting fucked a minute later. Okay, your ass hurt a little less?" he asked, apparently done putting the cream on it. "Yeah, thanks," I answered. "No sweat, we got to look out for each other here," he said as he got up and put the cream away in the bathroom. I heard some water running and when he came back out he was drying his hands. Zach laid down on the bed next me. He was on his back. He tugged on my arm as he said, "Lay on top of me." I slide over on top of him and he immediately wrapped his arms around me and hugged me tight again. Our faces were close and I was staring into his grayish hazel eyes. They were brownish in the middle then more gray around the outside. He smiled at me and I suddenly felt that everything was going to be okay. I finally had a friend. I laid my head down on his shoulder and he just held me. I slowly relaxed as the Vike kicked in, numbing the pain in my ass even more, and giving me a slightly euphoric feeling. I must have drifted off because the next thing I knew, the door banged open and Alex was saying, "Wake up you little faggots." I was lying on my side, an arm and a leg still draped over Zach. He must have fallen asleep too because he was blinking and seemed as disoriented as me. "What's up Alex?" Zach asked as he sat up. I sat up as well. My ass throbbed in pain. Alex was carrying a small wooden box. "Brought some more medicine for the Boy, plus some for us," he said as he sat down on the bed on the opposite side of me from Zach. He opened the box and pulled out a small brownie that was wrapped in cellophane. "I figured a magic brownie would do him some good," he said to Zach. "Magic brownie?" I asked. I'd been exposed to a lot of drugs, but since neither my mom or Diego cared much for eating pot, had never seen any edibles before. "Yeah, it will help ease the pain, give you a nice out of body feeling, like you're floating," he explained as he unwrapped it. He handed it to me, then said in a very serious tone, "Eat Boy, that's an order." "Yes, sir," I said. "NO!" shouted Zach. I jumped at his shout and dropped the brownie. Zach picked up the brownie and handed it back to me. "Sorry, I didn't mean don't eat it. I meant never ever call me or Alex sir, even when our Master isn't around. If you slip up and you call me by my name, that's probably just a spanking. But if he hears you call either of us Sir or Master, that will get you thrown in the kennel with the dogs," said Zach. He looked frightened. "Okay, I'll never do it again, even when we're alone," I said. Both the boys nodded at me then sat there expectantly, waiting for me to eat the brownie. It tasted like a chocolate brownie but had a slightly earthy and flowery taste to it. Alex handed the box to Zach. "Roll me a joint, bitch," he said. Zach sat with his legs crossed and set the box down in front of him. He opened it up and pulled out a rolling paper and some marijuana. "You ever smoke pot before Boy? You know how to roll joints?" asked Alex as we watched Zach quickly and expertly roll the joint. "Yeah, the uh, guy, that my mom, um, had babysit for me always had pot and he taught me how to roll 'em. He told me that little fingers were better at it. He'd usually give me a hit or two as payment," I said, telling the truth about the pot but lying about who Diego was. I shouldn't have bothered. "You are a horrible liar Boy," said Alex. "Huh? No, I'm not lying," I said defensively. Zach looked up from rolling the joint and gave me a sympathetic look, "Kyle, our Master already told us all about you. Your mom was a drug-addicted whore that let her dealer pimp you out. Don't worry, you actually had a pretty easy life compared to some of us that come through here. You're one of our brothers now, and we'll love you regardless of what happened to you before you got here." Alex rolled his eyes, "Oh my god Zach, you are such a fucking little queer." Zach smiled and blew a kiss at Alex, who just shook his head at the gesture. When Zach finished rolling the joint he pulled a lighter out of the box and handed the joint and the lighter to Alex. The older boy lit the joint and took two big hits off it before passing it back to Zach. Alex looked at me and said, "The space cake will be enough for you, trust me Boy." "Okay, I've been told to explain the rules to you and get you used to life on the island. Master is going to be gone for a few days. He always leaves the new Boy with us for a few days to see how well we can train him, plus it gives the Boy some time to heal and accept his new role. When he gets back, you'll need to know the basics and you better get everything right because he will punish both Zach and me for any of your mistakes. Now the first thing you need to learn is that we are your friends, your brothers. He is the not your friend. He is not the father you never had, but wish you did. He is not your lover, and he will never love you. You are property to him, not a person. You are here to please him and whoever he tells you too. He will hurt you and let others hurt you. It's us against him. So we need to stick together, no matter what. We're all we got here. You'll spend more time with us, than you will with him, so think about that if you are ever tempted to rat on us," warned Alex. Zach passed the joint back to Alex then put his hand on my thigh, saying, "Yeah, Alex may act like a jerk, but he's still one of us, at least for the next three years. He is telling you the truth. We need to look out for each other because no one else will." "Um, okay, but how will I know what I can't tell him?" I asked. "You'll be able to figure it out. Just don't be a tattletale and tell him when we break rules or do things he wouldn't want us doing. Like, Alex and I won't ever tell him that you called Alex 'Sir', and you don't ever tell him that we all agreed not to rat on each other," explained Zach. "Okay, I promise," I said. I liked the idea of having Alex and Zach as my friends. "Cool," said Alex and Zach in unison. "Alex, can you believe Kyle was a virgin until today?" asked Zach as he ran a hand over my chest. "Psssshhh, no way, a little sissy like him with his lispy girlish voice and swishy walk. I'm sure there were dicks lined up around the block to fuck his faggot ass," said Alex. I blushed as I shook my head. Greg had been right about these two, Zach was sweet and Alex was kind of a jerk. Zach laid down and stretched out on the bed. "I can barely remember my first time getting fucked," said Zach. I noticed the little silver pouch covering his cock and balls was starting to fill out. I could see the outline of what looked like the head of his dick, but it had some weird bumps. Alex laughed, "You probably tried to sit on someone's dick before your mother took you home from the hospital." Zach causally gave Alex the finger before continuing, "I don't remember exactly how old I was. I lived in Brooklyn with my mom. She and her boyfriend, Doug, were fighting again, like they usually did; she was always accusing him of cheating on her. One day I climbed out onto the fire escape to get away from them and was sitting there crying when Sean, a teenage boy that lived downstairs, came out onto his fire escape to smoke. At the time I thought he was smoking a cigarette, but later I learned it was weed. He invited me down to hang out with him. He shared his joint with me and we talked. I felt better when I hung out with him and the weed made me feel funny in a good way. I started spending more time with him, his mom left him alone in their apartment a lot. He would touch me and tell me how cute I was, always rubbing me and grabbing at my butt. The weed made my skin fell more sensitive and it tingled when he touched me. He sucked me off one day and then taught me how to do it to him. After that we started doing it all the time and he would also lick my butt and stick his finger in it." I reached down and started to rub myself as I got turned on by Zach's story, but Alex pulled my hand away and shook his head at me. Zach didn't notice the exchange as he was staring up at the ceiling as he talked, "After a couple weeks of fingering me, slowly working my hole until he could get three fingers inside, he asked if he could stick it in. I don't remember how big it actually was, but to me it looked huge, but I thought I loved him, so I said yes. He went slow but still I was little; it hurt and made me bleed. He did his best to clean up and hide it, but some of his cum and my blood leaked out into my underwear that night and my mom discovered it. I guess she figured Doug had been the one to fuck me cause she flipped out, accusing me of being a slut that was trying to steal her boyfriend. She beat me unconscious then I guess attacked Doug when he got home. One of the neighbors called the police and they took her away. They took me to the hospital where they found out I had been fucked. They kept demanding that I tell them who did it. I wouldn't tell them at first, so they assumed it was Doug and arrested him. I guess they tested the semen though cause they started asking me who really fucked me until I finally broke down and told them it was Sean. I never found out what happened to him. I was put into foster care cause my mom was crazy." "How did you end up here?" I asked. "I bounced around a couple foster homes, usually cause I would end up having sex with another boy in their care, either a son or another foster kid. Eventually I got put in the home of two lesbians with no other kids, so I started looking for other boys to fool around with. I met this Hispanic teen, Pedro, that I noticed was checking out my ass. He was cute and soon I was his little bitch boy and was being used by him. He fucked me almost every day and then he started introducing me to his friends. I'm pretty sure he was charging them to use me. Eventually he let his older brother use me. His older brother was a drug dealer and would supply us with pot and ecstasy. One day, about a week or so after my ninth birthday, they introduced me to a man they said was their cousin, but really wasn't. It was Jose. A week or so later, after a long car trip down to Florida and an even longer boat ride, I was getting fucked by Master's huge cock on the floor of that speed boat," said Zach. I turned and looked at Alex, I was about to ask him how he ended up here, but he gave me a look that let me know that was a bad idea. Then he changed the subject, "Time to start learning the rules Boy. You are not to play with your dick unless given permission by Master. This is one of the rules that we sometimes break since the punishment isn't usually all that bad, but for now you need to get out of the habit of touching yourself every time you get turned on, cause the first time he catches you doing it in front of him, he will beat your little balls until you pass out and lock up your cock for a week." They spent the rest of the afternoon telling me what was expected of me and answering my questions. I had a lot of questions about their tattoos, piercings, and big nipples. They showed me their cocks which were also pierced with hoops that stuck out of their piss holes. They also had a piercing between their balls and their assholes, an area they called the 'taint'. They told me that one punishment was having the ring in their dick locked to the ring in their taint. They told me that it as soon as our Master got back that he would start 'decorating' me, but that my nipples would be the last to be pierced as he would want them enlarged first. Apparently the piercings got in the way of the suction cups he used to make them bigger. The other thing that really stood out was that their dicks were still really small, not much bigger than mine even though they were older and taller. It even made their dicks seem smaller than mine because their bodies were bigger. Alex was fifteen and Zach was twelve. They still both looked and sounded like prepubescent boys; no protruding adams apples, slender rib cages, and no pubic, underarm, or facial hair. Alex explained that Boys and Slaves received a shot every month that would keep them from starting puberty, but that usually the oldest boy stopped the shots and finally underwent puberty, that is why Greg had been more 'manly'. I asked him if he was looking forward to starting puberty and becoming a man. He kind of got upset and changed the subject by teaching me all the various positions that Master would want me to stand in and their various names. They had me practice those for a while as we talked more about what was expected of me. After a few hours a loud horn sounded through some speakers that were attached to the outside of the buildings. "Dinner time," said Zach, "A lot of our day is about routine here, especially meals. We always eat at the same time each day. It helps, um, keep you regular. That way you know when your butt is ready and when you'll need to clean it out so that you're ready for Master." "Well, get your ass up and go back to the house and get us dinner Slave bitch," said Alex, looking at Zach. Zach rolled his hazel eyes, "No. Unlike someone, I remembered what it was like on my first day here, so I stocked the fridge this morning." He hopped up off the bed and went to the corner of the studio that served as the kitchen. He pulled three glasses out of the cabinet and then pulled out a plastic pitcher from the small refrigerator. He filled the three glasses with a pinkish liquid. Zach carried one glass over and handed it to Alex, bowing as he handed it to him, then went back and got the other two glasses. He handed one of them to me. I gave the pink liquid a skeptical look. "What is it?" I asked. "Dinner," answered Zach. "It's people! Soylent Pink is made out of people!" shouted Alex. Despite his dramatics, he took a big gulp of the pink liquid. Zach rolled his eyes and took a drink of his then looked at me. "It's a nutritional drink that has all the calories, protein, nutrients, and stuff that we need. It's our main uh, food, especially when he's gone. When he's here, he'll sometimes let us have some of his food, plus whatever we can steal without him catching us." "And sometimes he makes us cook things that he knows we can't resist stealing tastes of just so that he can punish us. Trust me, after a month of drinking this stuff when you find yourself holding the bowl that was just used to mix the magic brownie batter, you'll lick it clean right in front of him even though you know you're going to get beat worse than the eggs just did," said Alex, sounding wistful. They explained how our diet and meal times were strictly regulated, just another part of the rules and life on the island. The upshot was that meant we needed minimal douching to be ready for sex whenever our Master wanted one of us. I spent those first three days learning the basics of my new life, all the stuff that didn't involve sex. They said that he would be the one to train me on my sexual duties. We were expected to do all of the household work around the island and keep everything clean. Usually that didn't take much time as there wasn't too much to do except clean up after ourselves and Master. But on the second day, we each filled a large bucket of water from the cistern and then headed for the long rectangular building in the middle of the island. It was two stories and apparently had been rooms for the staff when the island had been a resort. Kyle explained to me that this building was called the Kennel because it was where the dogs were kept. I naively started asking about what types of dogs the Master raised. Alex laughed and said, "Bitches. He only raises bitches." Zach shook his head at Alex's comment then explained that Master would rent some poor local boys and girls from the mainland whenever he would have big orgies for his friends and business associates. Those kids were the dogs that were kept in the Kennel. It was our job to care for any dogs and we would also be in charge of training the dogs to service Master's guests. If any of the dogs misbehaved or disappointed one of the guests, we would be punished for it. Also if we ever really pissed off our Master, he would punish us by demoting us to a dog. As they were explaining this, Zach looked at me and pleaded, "Please Kyle, don't ever really piss him off and become a dog. Cause, um..." He was on the verge of tears and couldn't finish. Alex finished for him, "We will have to treat you the way he wants us to treat the other dogs, and if we don't, well, then he'll set the dogs on all of us. So number one rule, don't get yourself demoted to dog." I nodded and vowed never to become a dog. The main entrance was at one end of the building. The door opened up into a small lobby that had a stairway to the second floor and a door that opened up to a hallway that ran the length of the building. There were several cabinets in the room and Kyle set his bucket down then got some cleaning supplies out of one of the cabinets. Alex told me that the dogs were kept in their 'cages' or small rooms, on this floor and upstairs were play rooms and a communal bathroom. He explained that during the parties, the guests would select a dog, then walk them upstairs on leashes to the play rooms and have their fun with the dogs. "You mean kids," I corrected him, still not comfortable with the idea of treating other kids as dogs. Alex gave me a hard look, "No, I mean dogs. They are little dumb beasts. It's best if you think of them that way. Don't think of them as human. You are going to have to do things to them, hurt them, and if you think of them as kids, you aren't going to be able to properly train them. Then when they screw up because you failed to train them, both you and the dog will get hurt much worse." When Kyle opened the hallway door, I was overcome by the smell of shit and piss and had to struggle to not throw up. Kyle looked at me apologetically, "Sorry about that, normally it's not this bad cause we clean it regularly. There aren't any dogs here right now, but Master wouldn't let us clean up the place until you got here. He wanted you to learn at least one of the Kennel jobs while he was gone. So the place is pretty ripe." The cages were just small rooms that reminded me of prison cells since the doors were made of bars. The floor and walls were large stone tiles, which helped make cleaning up easy in the two rooms that were dirty. It had been several days since the rooms were occupied so all the piss had dried up, but its odor remained. The floor was slightly slanted so that all the water pooled in one corner of the room, away from the door. I guess that would also keep the piss from leaking out into the hallway. It was a disgusting job, but not actually very demanding. Mainly we had to scoop out the shit then wipe down the walls and mop the floor until it was clean. While I didn't see him until later, the boys let me know there was someone else on the island, a large black man that served as a sort of combination handy man and security guard. Zach told me his name was Reggie and he lived in one of the apartments in the other house on the south end. Zach explained that Reggie wasn't in the 'chain of command' in that we weren't required to obey him the way we were our Master, unless it had something to do with security. We were also expected to give him a hand with any work around the island if he asked, but he couldn't just order us around the way Master did. Sex with Reggie was optional, unless Master specifically ordered us to have sex with him, which he occasionally did, sometimes as entertainment at one of the parties. On the third night, I went to bed early because I wanted to be rested for when our Master returned and also make sure I had any chores done before he returned. I woke up around midnight though because I had to pee. After I had relieved myself and was walking back to bed, I heard some noise from outside. I figured it might be Reggie, so I went out on to the balcony to see if I could get a look at him. The moon was almost full, so it was pretty bright out. I heard voices coming from the balcony of the other guest house amidst the gently lapping of the waves on the shore. I crept around to the other side of the house I was staying in and was able to make out two figures sitting on the balcony of the other house, facing the ocean. They were passing a joint back and forth as they talked. One had to be Reggie as I could tell it was a large dark skinned man. The other had to be Zach or Alex, but I couldn't see well enough to know for sure which one it was since they both looked so similar. After a minute, the boy got up and went inside. Reggie stood up and walked over to the corner of the balcony closest to me. I think he saw me, but he didn't say or do anything. He finished smoking the joint then turned and went inside the house to join the boy. As he turned I could see the profile of his massive cock; it looked like he had a small arm hanging from his crotch. As I walked back to my room I shivered at the thought of that huge cock impaling me. The thought that one of my new friends was about to willing taking that huge cock up his ass both excited and terrified me. 'Would I one day be doing the same? Was I such a faggot like Alex said I was that I would want to be fucked by a cock that big?' The next morning Alex jumped on my bed and woke me up early. He made sure my room was clean, since it would probably get inspected. Then just after the horn sounded, Zach showed up with breakfast. After we drank it down, Alex took the glasses back to the main house while Zach and I did a quick sweep of the island, making sure everything was clean and ready for our Master's return. Once we were sure everything was ready, we went out to the dock house at the end of the pier to wait for him. The dock house wasn't really a house, but more an entertaining space. It had a kitchen, bar, dining room, gym with some exercise machines and free weights, and a little loft that served as our lookout spot. We sat in the lookout loft and played cards until Zach saw the speed boat approaching. Alex turned to me, "You ready for your life as a slave to really begin?" I gave him a nervous little smile and shrugged my shoulders, "I guess." Zach and Alex kept playing cards as they occasionally looked out at the approaching boat. I knew we were expected to meet the boat at the dock to greet our Master and tie the boat up. I started to get anxious as the boat got closer. They didn't seem to be concerned. "Um, shouldn't we get down to the dock?" I asked looking at first Zach than Alex. Alex smirked, "Sure, if you're chicken. YOU better head down there now, you better be early since a little wimp like you can't risk being late and getting punished. You should take Slave with you," he said nodding at Zach. Zach laughed, "Nah, I am not afraid of being late, plus I can run faster than you. Why don't you get started down there and I'll catch up." I wasn't really sure exactly what game they were playing with each other, but I decided I didn't care if they thought I was chicken or not. I wasn't about to be late to great our Master at the dock. I climbed down from the loft and made my way over there. I stood waiting for a couple minutes and as the boat approached the dock, Alex and Zach came running down the dock just in time to be standing at the end as Master pulled the boat along side and reversed the engines to stop the boat's momentum. Our Master stood at the helm and gently brought the speed boat to rest against the bumpers of the dock. I was again struck by how handsome he was, he was just so manly. Maybe Alex was right, I was a fag that wanted to belong to a real man like our Master. There was a moment of confusion as we realized that Jose was not on the speed boat with Master. When Zach and Alex explained my duties for the boat docking to me, they said that Jose would be with our Master. Jose was supposed to toss the rope to me to secure the stern. Since he wasn't there, we went with plan B; Zach climbed jumped onto the boat and tossed me the rope, then he scampered along the boat to secure the bow by catching to rope Alex tossed to him. After all the lines were secure, we gathered back on the dock and waited for our Master to disembark. We stood with our hands behind our backs, and our heads bowed. Alex signaled us by wiggling his big toes just a tiny bit, and we all said "Welcome home, Master," in unison just as we had practiced. "Hello boys," replied our Master as he stepped down onto the dock, carrying a backpack. He was dressed in cargo shorts and a tight t-shirt that showed off his muscular arms and chest. "Slave and Alex, unload the supplies and put everything away, then occupy yourselves in the main house. You have permission to play video games until I am done with the Boy," he said to them, then reached out and patted my head. "Follow me Boy," he said as he turned and started walking up the dock. "Yes Master," we all answered before separating. Zach and Alex climbed into the boat to unload it, while I hurried after Master. I caught up to him and fell into place behind him as I had been taught by Zach and Alex, slightly to his right and about two feet behind him. If Alex had been with us, he would have taken the position where I was, while the next 'highest' ranked boy would take up position behind Master and to his left. If all three of us were with him, I would walk behind all three, in line with our Master, forming a diamond pattern. I followed him as he walked towards the Kennel. Even though Zach had assured me that I wasn't going to be locked up in one of the cages, I was still nervous. We went inside and I let out a sigh of relief as he led me upstairs to one of the rooms off the main hallway. I hadn't been up here before, but when we went into the room it was obvious that one of the other boys had been in here recently to set it up. There was a full size bed against one wall with a table next to it. The bed frame had drawers built into it underneath the bed. The bed frame also had thick wooden bed posts that were lined with eye rings. There were also lots of eye rings in the ceiling and walls. A pair of chains hung down from the ceiling. I closed the door behind me and took up position just inside the room, my feet shoulder width apart, my arms behind my back, and my head slightly bowed with my eyes directed towards the floor a few feet in front of me. "Okay Boy, time to show me what you've learned so far," he said as he set his backpack down on the table next to the bed. "Present," he ordered. I quickly moved my arms up, locked my hands behind my head and stuck my elbows out. I kept my chest pushed out by pulling my shoulders back. He walked over and ran his hands over my naked body, feeling my arms, shoulders, chest, stomach and butt. "Such a pretty submissive boy. I'm looking forward to breaking you in," he said as he stepped behind me. He reached around and tugged on my nipples, "I'm going to stretch out your little titties; give you some big thick nipples that I can chew on." He started pinching my nipples, digging into them with his finger nails. I tried my best not to cry out in pain but he kept squeezing until I started whimpering. My knees started to shake and I unconsciously tried to pull my chest away from the abuse. He released my aching tits then slapped my ass hard, "Back into position Boy." I quickly straightened up and pressed my chest back out. "Not bad, you lasted longer than I expected. You have some potential. You will eventually learn to enjoy the pain, to crave it. You won't feel alive unless you are getting abused. You are mine now Boy, to do with as I please. Pleasuring me will be your sole desire, and nothing brings me more pleasure than abusing a little slut like you," he said as he walked in front of me. He reached down and grabbed my soft little cock and tiny balls, wrapping his hand around them. "Who do these belong to Boy?" he asked. "You Master," I said. "What is there purpose?" he asked. "To bring you pleasure Master," I answered. Zach had coached me on what the correct answers were to questions like this. "Good Boy," he said as he started to squeeze them. I did my best to control the pain using a breathing exercise Alex taught me, but eventually the pain again grew to more than I could take. Tears started rolling down my cheeks. I cried out but couldn't pull away because his grip was too tight. He eventually let go but then pulled his hand back and delivered a hard open palm slap to my balls. I screamed in pain and collapsed. I clutched at my aching balls and curled up into a fetal position as I cried. "I am disappointed in you Boy. Not because you couldn't take the pain, but because you deceived me. I only buy boys that no one wants. Boys who no one will miss. I spend a lot of money finding and acquiring boys that no one will go searching for when they disappear. But apparently you somehow tricked Jose, and therefore me. Who would miss you and start looking for you Boy?" he asked. I could hear him walking around the room but I didn't look at him, I kept my eyes on the floor like I had been told by Zach and Alex. What he was saying confused me; I didn't know what he was talking about. I couldn't think of anyone that would be looking for me other than my mom or Diego, but why would they be looking for me since they had been the ones to sell me. I gave him the only answer I could, "I don't know Master." "Liar!" he yelled as he kicked me in the back. "Who would miss if you disappeared? Answer me!" he screamed. I desperately tried to figure out who would be looking for me. I grasped at the first person that came to mind, "Maybe Granny Williams," I said. "Granny? You're grandmother is dead. Who is Granny Williams?" he asked as he paced around the room. I wondered how he knew who my grandmother was and that she was dead. My mother had never talked to me about my grandmother. She just told me that she hadn't seen her mother since she ran away from home when she was fifteen. I glanced up and saw Master approaching me, he looked like he was going to kick me again so I stopped wondering about my mother and grandmother and blurted out the answer to his question. "She is an old black lady that lives on the first floor. She would always give me candy when I'd help her with her grocery shopping. All the kids in the building called her Granny cause she called us all grankids. I don't know why," I babbled. "No, it wouldn't be her. Is there anyone else? We need to find out who is looking for you because whoever it is, he could cause problems for me. Anything that causes me problems is bad news for you Boy. Your mother and her drug dealer aren't stupid enough to have reported you missing, so who else do you know that would want to find you?" he growled at me. I was starting to recover from the pain in my balls and ribs, so I struggled up to my feet and got back into the 'present' position. I saw that Master had gone over to the table and pulled a folder out of his backpack. He walked over and shoved a piece of paper in my face. "Who took these photos of you Boy?" he asked, his voice still had an edge of anger to it. I looked at the paper. It was one of those missing children fliers. It had a description of me along with two photos. One was a close up of my face. I was smiling, even though I had a swollen lip, a little present from Diego for talking back to him. The other was of me sitting on the bed in Diego's guest room. I was wearing shorts and a t-shirt. I remembered both of those photos being taken and the man who had taken them. "Bo, Master," I said. "Who is Bo?" was his terse response. "A man that bought drugs from Diego. He would also pay to play with me," I answered. Master asked me a ton of questions about him. What Bo looked like, if I knew his last name, if I ever heard any of his conversations with Diego, did I know what Bo did for a living, things like that. I told him everything I knew which wasn't much. I told the truth even though I suspected that my Master wasn't telling me the whole truth about what was happening back in San Antonio. I was starting to cramp up from having to maintain my position for so long. I guess Master finally figured I didn't have any more information I could tell him so he let me relax for a minute. He picked something up off the table and came over to me, walking behind me. "Arms at your side," he ordered. I lowered my arms. I felt something brush up against my head as he put it on me. It was a blindfold and he covered up my eyes. I heard the drawers on the bed being opened and closed then my Master was back, standing in front of me; I could hear and smell him. "Right hand," he ordered. I obeyed and held my right hand out. He wrapped a leather wrist restraint around it and cinched it tight. "Left hand," he then ordered releasing my right. I lowered it and raised my left hand. He put a leather wrist restraint on the left hand. He then grabbed me by the back of the neck and guided me across the room. My guess that he was leading me to where the chains were was soon confirmed as he raised my right hand up and hooked it onto the chain. He then hooked my left hand up to the other chain, stretching out my arms. He went and got something else then returned. "Open your mouth Boy," he said. I felt a small pill get placed on my tongue. "Hold that on your tongue for a second," he ordered. I did as he commanded. I could feel and taste the pill as it started to dissolve a little on my tongue. It tasted really bad, having a strong bitter taste that burned a little. Zach had let me know to never refuse to take anything he gave me, the punishment would be worse than whatever he would give me. A moment later I felt his hand cup my chin and tilt my head back. "Here, drink this to wash the pill down," he said as pressed a bottle of water to my lips. He poured a small amount of water into my mouth and I swallowed. I heard some more sounds of him getting things out of drawers and then I smelt the familiar smell of weed. It seemed he enjoyed smoking it as much as Zach and Alex did. The smell got stronger as I heard him walk around in front of me again. "Breath in when I blow smoke into your mouth Boy," he said. I could hear him use a lighter and draw in some breath. Then I felt his lips brush lightly against mine and he started to gently blow smoke into mouth. I inhaled as ordered. He repeated this a couple times and I soon felt stoned. I was really high when he finally had enough and stopped. The pot had a much greater effect on me, since I was so much smaller and hadn't built up as much tolerance to it as he had. It was really hard to focus and pay attention to what he was doing while I was baked and blind. The next thing I noticed was a cool slick substance being applied to my nipples. It was quickly followed by two suction cups. He squeezed the air out of the cups to start stretching my little nipples. "I like big nipples on my boys. It's easier to torture them when you can find them," said my Master. I wasn't sure if he was talking to me or to himself at that point. He then moved around behind me and I felt his breath on the back of my neck, "You need to be punished for pulling away from me earlier when I was enjoying your pathetic little nips and your tiny balls, don't you Boy?" It was a struggle to remember all the rules Zach and Alex had tried to teach me since I was so stoned. He spanked my ass, "When I ask you a question Boy, I expect an answer," he growled. "Yes Master. Sorry Master," I said. I did remember the advice Zach had given me, 'whenever you screw up, beg to be punished, he'll actually go easier on you if you beg to be punished'. "Please punish me Master. I'm a weak pathetic slave boy that deserves to be beat. Please hurt me Master," I begged. "Hmph, yes, you need to be punished. I'm going to spank you and I'm not going to take it easy on you. You'll need to learn to control your reaction to the pain, learn to enjoy it. I want you to count out your blows. You are going to get twenty spankings, if you screw up the count, I'll have to start over," he explained. "Yes Master, thank you Master," I said. Alex had made me practice this yesterday, getting spanked and counting them out. At the time yI had thought it was just an excuse for the older boy to spank me, but now I realized he been telling me the truth about needing to learn tricks to keep count. I also quickly discovered that Alex had taken it really easy on me yesterday when spanking me. I tensed my butt checks expecting a blow to land. Not being able to see him, I didn't know when it was coming. He must have been watching and waiting because as soon as I relaxed my cheeks again he delivered the first blow. "OOOWWWW," I cried out as his hand came down hard on my right butt cheek. I had been spanked before by Diego and my mom, and Alex yesterday, but never that hard. I jumped forward and lost my balance as the chains held my arms back. My feet slipped out from under me and I hung by my wrists. I eventually managed to get my feet back under me and stand. I heard him sigh. "You must really love to get beat Boy. This is going to take forever if you can't even manage to count to one you faggot," he said. "Sorry Master, I'll do better Master," I apologized. I felt so worthless. "ARRGGHH! One," I cried out as his hand came down on my left cheek. As I squirmed in pain, I immediately started preparing myself mentally for the next blow, repeating 'two' to myself as I struggled to stay on my feet. "Two, gggghhh," I cried out as the next blow landed. I couldn't control myself and I started to sob, tears running down my face, as pain shot through my body from my butt. It felt like my butt cheeks were on fire and I repeatedly lost my feet, swinging from the chains by my bound wrists, but I was able to remember the count and croak out the numbers blow after blow. I was sobbing uncontrollably and tears were streaming down my face as I finally cried out "Twenty." I hung there limply, held up only by the wrist restraints that were digging into the base of my hands. My shoulders ached almost as much as my butt. I don't know how long I was hanging there when I felt his arm wrap around my waist and lift me up. He used his other hand to unhook the chains and free me. He carried me over to the bed and removed the suction cups on my little tits before he laid me face down on the bed. "Well done Boy," he said. He handed me the bottle of water, "Here, drink." I gulped down some water, all the pain in my butt and arms had distracted me from how thirsty I was. As the pain faded, my other senses started to return to me. I was feeling warm and I was covered in sweat. I also wasn't feeling as stoned anymore, as a sense of euphoria started to come over me. Zach told me later that the pill he had given me was ecstasy. It definitely started to kick in as I was laying there on the bed. My skin felt sensitive and I had a strong desire to be touched. Master lay down on the bed next to me and removed the blindfold. I turned and looked at him, momentarily forgetting my place and Zach's instructions never to look him in the eyes. He had deep blue eyes that were very striking. His short black and gray hair was damp from his own sweat. He was also naked, having stripped off his clothes while I was blindfolded. Fortunately he didn't notice or didn't care that I was looking at him. He reached out and put his hand on my chin, "Open your mouth Boy," he said. I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. He hocked up some spit and spat it into my mouth. Then leaned in and kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. He pulled me on top of him and ran his hands over me as he kissed me. It felt amazing. I was squirming and writhing on top of him, trying to press as much of my body and skin against him as I could. I was so out of it that I didn't know if it was a minute or an hour later when he pushed me off of him and positioned me lying face down on the bed. Before I knew what was going on he had attached ropes to my wrists and pulled them tight through rings that were on the bed posts. He then put some leather ankle restraints on me and secured them with rope to the rings on foot of the bed. I was stretched tight on the bed, lying face down and spread eagle. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pick up a big bottle of lube from the table. He got in between my legs and started to lube up my asshole. He went slower this time then he had on the boat. Using his fingers to open my hole and make sure there was plenty of lube up inside me. Zach had given me tips while he had been applying the medicated cream to my ass the last few days. Both Zach and Alex had the ability to relax their asses and open up their assholes. They would rub them with their hands, poke them with their fingers and their holes would open up. They promised that I would eventually be able to do the same, I just had to practice and get fucked by a lot of big cocks. So I pushed out on my ass as they had taught me while Master fingered my hole. I was expecting it to hurt, but I think the drug was overwhelming the pleasure centers of my brain. I was horny as hell, but my cock was soft, my entire focus was on the pleasure that he was creating with his fingers in my ass. He was stretching me out, adding more fingers until he had three fingers inside my ass. I moaned in disappointment as he pulled his fingers out. Soon though he was has lying on top of me, his weight pressing my tied up body into the bed. I could feel his big thick cock resting in the crack of my ass. "Beg for it Boy," he whispered into me ear. "Please fuck me Master. I need you in me. Fuck me with that big cock, I don't care if hurts, I need you to fuck me, use me," I said trying to remember all the dirty things Zach had taught me to say. "Yeah, you're a little faggot slut aren't you Boy," he said as he started to grind his cock into the outside of my butt. "Yes Master, I'm your little faggot slut. I'm your cum dump; use me, abuse me, I live to please you Master," I said. I guess he heard what he wanted because he adjusted himself so the head of his thick nine plus inch monster cock was pressed up against my nine-year-old asshole. While he had just had three fingers inside of me, it was nothing compared to the thickness of his uncut cock. He started pushing it into me and despite the ecstasy and the pot, it hurt, a lot. I knew it was pointless to struggle but still I couldn't help myself, I tried to crawl away; the ropes and his weight held me in place, helpless to resist as he slowly impaled me on his cock. He entered me a lot slower this time compared to when he fucked me on the boat. He pulled out a couple times and smeared more lube on his cock then stuck it back into me. Sweat was pouring off of me as I strained against the ropes holding me in place. He continued to insult me, saying I was a worthless faggot whose only purpose was to be used by a man like him. I was in too much pain to answer him, instead I whimpered and sobbed as I tried to push out my ass, like I was pooping. I don't know how long it took, but it seemed like it was forever before he was finally all the way inside me. I felt his hips press against my butt cheeks as he laid on top of me, not moving for a minute as my body was forced to become accustomed to having all of his huge cock up my ass. I felt some movement on top of me. I opened my eyes and saw his arm reaching out to the table. He picked up a half-smoked joint and re-lit it. He tossed the lighter back on the table then took a huge hit off the joint. He held it in for a minute then grabbed me by my hair and turned my head to the side as he leaned down and blew the smoke into my mouth. I could feel that my face was a mess, covered in tears from my eyes and snot from my nose. He didn't seem to notice or care as he keep shotgunning more lungfuls of pot smoke into me. The pot helped with the pain in my ass and seemed to reactivate the ecstasy as I started to feel happy for no real reason. I felt this incredible sensation in my ass as he shifted his weight just a bit, which moved his cock in and out of my ass just an inch or two. There was a distant pain from my torn asshole, but there was also an electrical shock that seemed to travel from inside my ass to my dick. I moaned in pleasure. "I knew you would eventually start enjoying this faggot. When I first saw your photo I could tell you were born to take cock. Soon you will feel incomplete when you don't have something stuffed up your cunt," he said as he started to slide just a little bit of his cock in and out of me, working my hole. At the mention of a photo I remembered the pictures he had shown me that were taken by Bo. I don't know why, perhaps it was the ecstasy, but I smiled at the thought that Bo was out there looking for me. I felt there was someone out there that loved me. I started to imagine it was Bo fucking me instead of the man that now owned me. Master's cock was rubbing up against something inside of me that created intense feelings of pleasure but my mind thanked Bo for it. The room seemed to spin and the walls pulsed in time with his fucking. Suddenly though it was over. "UGGGH, oh fuck, take my cum Boy," groaned Master as he ground his cock into me and held it deep inside my ass as he came. His cock twitched and pulsed as it fired volley after volley of cum into me. With one final groan he finished and collapsed on top of me. I struggled to breath as his weight pressed down on me. Eventually he rolled off of me and untied my arms and legs. I was too exhausted to move, but he grabbed my hair and pulled. I scrambled along the bed to keep from getting dragged as he moved my head to the edge of the bed where he was standing. His softening cock was hanging right in front of my face. It was covered in lube, cum, and had some frothy red bubbles at the base. I started shaking in fear. Zach and Alex had both tried to reassure me that this part wasn't as bad as it looked, but now that the time for me to clean his cock was here, I panicked. As he moved his cock towards my face, I turned away. He used his free hand to slap me across the face; I didn't even see his hand it moved so fast. "Suck Boy or I'll beat you bloody," he yelled at me. The whole side of my head ached. He raised his hand again. Before he hit me another time, I opened my mouth and started licking the head of his dick. I think the pain actually helped me in cleaning his cock because it overwhelmed the rest of my senses. I don't even remember what it tasted like, I just cried and licked as he used his grip on my hair to guide my mouth around his cock. When I had licked him clean, he pushed me back down onto the bed then went over to the table. He collected his backpack and put the paper with the photos back into it then left the room. I was curled up in a ball on the bed crying when Zach came into the room carrying a tray. He went over to the table and set it down. He picked up a warm wash cloth from the tray and used it to wipe me off. Even though it was a hot day and there wasn't any air condition in the room, I started shivering. He then removed a plate of sliced fruit from the tray and set it down next to me on the bed. Finally he got a sheet out of one of the drawers under the bed and covered us both with it as he laid down behind me. He wrapped his arms around me and held me as I cried. After I was cried out he started to feed me pieces of fruit, strawberries, cantaloupe, and honeydew melon. They were juicy and tasty. I enjoyed the feel of them in my mouth as I was still flying on the ecstasy. ***###*** Robert Beauregard ***###*** I sighed in frustration as yet another door was closed in my face by an uncooperative resident. It was obvious that someone had gotten to the building residents before me. None of the them had anything to say. Four gunshots late at night in the building, yet somehow everyone had been out, slept through it, or had their TV turned up so loud that they didn't hear anything. The building security cameras had been of no use. According to the building management the computer that recorded and backed up the footage had crashed earlier on the day of the shooting and no one noticed until the police showed up after receiving the anonymous report about the gunshots. Whoever had killed Diego and Kyle's mother knew how to insure silence, which made me suspect that the cartel Diego worked for must be involved somehow. I knocked on the last apartment on my list. According to the records from the building management, it was occupied by Mary Williams. I heard some noise inside then after a minute an elderly lady's voice spoke from the other side, "Yes?" "Excuse me ma'am, but I was hoping I could ask you a few questions about the incident upstairs," I said. Unlike a majority of the other residents of the building she didn't immediately tell me that she wasn't here, or she was asleep, or some other bullshit excuse. Instead she opened the door. Mary Williams was a frail elderly black women in her early nineties. She used a cane to walk and dragged an oxygen tank around the apartment with her as she moved from the door to a large comfortable chair by the window that over looked the walkway leading from the street to the front door of the apartment building. "Come in, come in," she said. "Thank you ma'am," I said as I entered the apartment, shutting the door behind me. I sat down in the chair the elderly woman was pointing me to. "I am with the police department and I'm investigating what we believe is a double homicide that took place upstairs a couple nights ago. I am also trying to locate Kyle Jacobs who is missing. Where you here that night?" I asked. She stared at me for a minute and took a deep breath of air from her oxygen tank, "You got a cigarette on you?" "Sorry ma'am, I don't smoke," I answered. She sighed and turned to stare out the window. "Doctor won't let me smoke, says it will kill me, and the kind folks that deliver my meals won't bring me any cigarettes. The cancer in the lungs is gonna kill me regardless, smoke or no smoke," she said. She then sat there silently and continued to look out the window. I looked around her apartment. The table next to her chair was covered with prescription pill bottles. There was a folded US flag in a triangular case displayed on her mantle, the flag was faded. I guess she noticed me looking at it. "The Army gave me that, like it somehow makes up for taking my boy from me and sending him to die over in the Viet Nam," she explained. Although it must have been at least fifty years since her son died, there was still bitterness in her voice. "My condolences ma'am," I said. She waved her hand to brush away my ritualistic expression of sympathy. She gave me an appraising look, "You answer my questions and I will tell you what I saw. You really with the police?" "Yes ma'am," I answered. I pulled out my badge and identification card and offered them to her. She glanced briefly at them but didn't make a move to take them or make me bring them closer to her for inspection. "If you with the police, then why I see you coming in and out of here to buy drugs from that Diego, but you never do anything to stop what he was doing," she said. "Sorry ma'am, I'm not at liberty to say. It's an ongoing investigation," I responded. "Hmph," she huffed then turned towards the window, "Then you best be leaving, cause I ain't at liberty to say what I saw." I thought it over and decided she was my only real lead at this point so I didn't have much to lose. "I was undercover and working on getting information so I could try to find out how the gang that Diego was with was getting its drugs into the country," I answered. "You still trying to find them drugs?" she asked. "No ma'am, at this point my main concern is trying to find out what happened to Kyle," I said, giving her an honest answer. She nodded and gave out a little sigh, "Such a sweet boy. He was always helping me out. Told me about you, said you was a nice man, unlike the others. You brought him books, I saw. I see everything that happens around here." "Did you see what happened to Kyle ma'am?" I asked as I leaned forward anxiously. I also felt a bit of fear as I realized she knew that I had been having sex with Kyle. "I saw; a man took him away and never brought him back. The man came back though. He came back later that night with a couple young men from Diego's gang. The men from the gan took some boxes out of the building. The man, he was the one that shot Diego and Jess. The other two, the ones I'd seen before, they let anyone that saw them know that if anyone talked to the police, they and their families would get the same as Diego and Jess," she said. "Ma'am, are you willing to help me try to find Kyle by coming down to the station and looking through some photo books and working with a sketch artist to help us identify these men?" I asked. "If it will help you find that sweet little boy, yes," she said. I tried to constrain my enthusiasm at the possibility that I might finally have a solid lead. But before I brought her down to the station I need to ask a couple more questions to both make sure she wasn't going to get me in trouble and that she knew the risk she was taking. "Mrs. Williams, I really want to find Kyle. I think he is in danger. I care for him. Some of the things I did while I was undercover, well, the other officers might not let me continue working on this case if that got brought up," I started before she cut me off. "You don't be worried about that. The boy cared for you. If you had hurt him, I'd know. I see things. Some boys, well they almost girls. You ask me, he would have been better if he live with you than his mother. Not my place though. Not my place to be saying anything about you and the boy neither," she said. I let out a sigh of relief. "Thank you ma'am. One more thing, if they threatened to kill you and your family, why are willing to help me?" I asked. The old women started to laugh softly but soon her laughter turned into coughing. She grabbed a handkerchief and covered her mouth as she coughed. When she recovered, she gave me a bittersweet smile and said, "My family is already with the Good Lord and when I stand before Him, my husband, and my boy, I'd be ashamed if I hadn't done what I could to save that sweet child. I ain't got much time left anyway, I'd rather it be cause I tried to do some good, than cause the cancer finally beat me."