Author: Take Charge Dad 
Title: Making of a Slave Boy: Transition
Part: 03 
Summary: Kyle arrives on the island and meets his new
'brothers' who begin his education. 
Keywords: m17m14b11, oral, anal, slave, reluc

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Making of a Slave Boy 3: Transition Parts 1 & 2 can be found on
my site - /~Take_Charge_Dad/

  "Stand up Boy and get a look at your new home," said the man
that 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, one to north and one to the south on the
horizon. 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 rectangular and one square, 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 was a dock on either side of the pier, one
to the north and one to the south. The one to the south had a
fancy forty foot fishing boat tied to it.

  As Master steered the speed boat towards the northern dock, two
boys came running down the dock. They both looked a lot like
smaller versions of Greg. They had similar blond long shaggy
blond hair that was naturally highlighted from lots of time in
the sun and salt water, and they had the same rich tans. Instead
of the thong swimsuit that Greg had worn, they suits were even
skimpier, just small 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. One was five-four and the other was about five-eight.
Neither one was as muscular or as lean as Greg had been. They
both still had boyish bodies while Greg's had been developing
into that of a man.

  I could see that they also had tattoos similar to Greg's, but
when I saw them close up, I discovered theirs were words. The
words were written in a similar pattern as Greg's tribal designs.
They told me later that each boy gets the choice before they
leave to either keep the tattoos as they are, or to have them
filled in, 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', 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". At first I thought it was centered 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 out
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. 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 if 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'll try to remember," I said. There was a bit of an
awkward pause and I wasn't really sure what else to say, so I
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 Vicodin. 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," said Zach.

  As I was finishing the water, he got up and got something from
the bathroom. He returned and started to apply some type of cream
to my ass. "OUCH," I screamed 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 the first one," 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 had me bleeding when I got off that boat. Did he pull the
whole rescue you from drowning thing?" asked Zach.

  "What? Yes," I sputtered.

  Zach laughed. "He loves to do that. He gets off on fucking you
while your 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 feeling of euphoria.

  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?" he 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 were much for cooking, 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 cake and handed it back to me. "Sorry, I
didn't mean don't eat the brownie. 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 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 our brother 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 and when he gets back, you'll need to know the basics and
you better get everything right because he will punish us 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
boy. 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 us
boys 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 gay
voice and swishy walk. I'm sure there were dicks lined up around
the block to fuck his faggot ass," said Alex. I shook my head.

  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 out line 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 funny looking cigarette, but looking
back I think 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. I started spending more time with him,
his mom left him alone in the apartment a lot. He would touch me
and tell me how cute I was, always rubbing me and grabbing at my
butt. My skin felt more sensitive and it tingled when he touched
me after we had smoked one of his joints. 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 me 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 him 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 'raped'. I wouldn't tell
them at first, so they arrested Doug. I guess they tested the
semen though cause they kept 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, 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
eleventh 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
trip, 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 break
without telling him, but for now you need to get out of the habit
of touching yourself every time you get turned on, cause if you
do it in front of him, he will beat your balls until you pass
out."

  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 a ring in their taint. They told me that it would
be awhile before I got any tattoos but that the piercings would
begin as soon as the Master got back, well except for my nipples
because it was easier to stretch them out if they weren't
pierced. Apparently the piercings got in the way of the suction
cups 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 seventeen and
Zach was fourteen. They still both looked like prepubescent boys;
no 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 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 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
here this morning." He hopped up off the bed and went to the
corner of the studio where the kitchen was located. He pulled
three glass 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 and I looked
at it skeptically.

  "What's this?" 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 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 most 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 filled 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 the called the Kennel because it was were 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 from the mainland whenever
he would have big boy orgies for his friends and business
associates. Those boys were the dogs that were kept in the
Kennel. It was our job to care for any dogs and that we would
also be in charge of training the dogs to service Master's guests
and 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 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
set the dogs on all of us. So number one rule, don't get yourself
demoted to dog." I nodded and vowed never become a dog.

  The main entrance was at one end of the building. The door
opened up into a small room 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 started getting 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 boys," I corrected him, still not comfortable with the
idea of treating boys 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. They aren't
human. You are going to have to do things to them, hurt them, and
if you think of them as boys, 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 went and 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 its
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."

  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, but we were expected to give him a
hand with any work around the island if he asked. 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 beforehand. 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. 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 the cock
impaling me. The thought of one of my new friends willing taking
that huge cock up their 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 Zach jumped on my bed and woke me up early. He
made sure my room was clean, since it would probably get
inspected. Then Alex showed up with breakfast and once we drank
it down, he took the glasses back to the main house while Kyle
and I did a quick sweep of the island, making sure everything was
clean and ready for our Master's return. Then we went out to the
dock house 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 Kyle saw the
fishing boat approaching. Kyle turned to me, "You ready for your
life as a slave to really begin?"

***

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

  Robert stopped in front of the shelf full of Hardy Boy novels
in the bookstore. He pulled out his personal cell phone and
checked the note he created to track which of the books he had
already given to Kyle as gifts. He put the phone away then pulled
out his leather gloves and put them on before picking up the next
book in the series from the shelf. Then he headed into the back
of the store where they kept the comic books. He selected several
of the recent X-Men comics and took all of his selections to the
front to pay for them, with cash. Bag of gifts in hand, he left
the store and headed for his car.

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

  At first, when Diego offered him Kyle's 'services', the police
detective had tried to convince himself he was only fooling
around with the boy because it would help him gain Diego
confidence, but he deep down he knew he was lying to himself.
Robert 'Bo' Beauregard was a boylover and the more times he
visited Kyle, the more he fell in love with the boy. He had
always felt sorry for the boy since he could tell the kid had a
tough life and had no one in his life that gave him unconditional
love. His heart ached for the boy, but he knew there wasn't
anything he could do for the boy yet without blowing his cover.
The police had good reason to believe that Diego was well
connected with a large Mexican drug cartel. If they could find
out who his supplier was, they had a chance of putting at least a
temporary dent in supply of heroin and pot in Texas and the
southwest, plus making a large bust that would look good for the
cameras and net a lot of cash that would be funneled back into
the police department.

  Now though Robert was starting to get worried about the Kyle's
safety. He was ready to risk his investigation by having one of
his colleagues bust Kyle's mother in order to rescue the boy.
Diego had been acting strangely for the last several weeks so he
figured his time was limited and he needed to act fast. It
started about a month ago when Robert made one of his regular
visits. He bought some heroin and pot, chatted with Diego, once
again giving the small time drug dealer hints that he was
interested in buying more and in greater quantity. Then when he
asked if Kyle was around, Diego said he was and instead of just
collecting the two hundred dollars for a half hour of the boy's
time, Diego had asked if he was interested in having the boy,
permanently. Diego explained that the boy's mother was looking to
'cash out' so the boy was available.

  Robert had said he was interested but that it would take him
some time to make arrangements. A week ago he had called Diego to
stall the dealer for a bit while he finished with all the
bureaucratic bullshit to be able to qualify as a foster home. He
wanted everything in place so that when Kyle's got busted, he
wouldn't have to pull too many extra strings in order to take
Kyle in. He didn't want Kyle to end up with strangers or in a
group home. But when he talked to Diego, the drug dealer had told
him that Kyle's mother had changed her mind and wasn't going to
sell the boy after all and that he was no longer 'working'.

  He was about to head over to Diego's to pretend he was
desperate to buy some heroin when he got a text on his personal
cell phone. It was from his boss, 'My office asap'. He put Kyle's
gifts into his glove compartment then sent a text back that he
was on his way. When he got to his boss' office, he saw that
there were two other men inside. His boss saw him and waved him
inside.

  "You wanted to see me?" he asked the Captain of the vice squad.

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

  The two men stood and introduced themselves as Detectives Hill
and Jackson. Robert was bracing himself to hear them announce
that they were with Internal Affairs there to question him about
having sex with a ten-year-old boy when instead they said,
"Homicide."

  "What can I help you with?" Robert asked, trying not to
obviously relieved.

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

  "Diego Gonzalez," said Robert, recognizing the address. He
slumped back down onto the couch the Captain had in his office.
His first reaction was to ask about Kyle but he knew he had to
play it cool. "I've been investigating him for a while, trying to
find out who his supplier was," he said, trying to sound
disappointed about the wasted time.

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

  Robert resisted the urge to punch the homicide detective,
instead he rolled his eyes at the dark humor then asked, "If he
was the victim of the murder half, who was the suspected murderer
that then killed himself?"

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

  "Where's the boy?" asked Robert.

  "Hmm, what boy?" asked Detective Jackson.

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

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

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

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

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

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

  "So who has custody of him now?" Robert asked.

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

  "Are you sure about that? I saw the boy the boy with his
mother, in her apartment building just a month ago," said Robert,
starting to get defensive.

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

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

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

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

  "What Abby?" asked the Captain.

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

  Robert leaned forward, "Detectives, this may not be as simple a
case as you thought."

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

  "Yes detective, but its from five years ago," answered Abigail.

  "I've got a recent photo. I've got photos of everyone I've seen
going in or out of Diego's apartment," offered Robert.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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