Baby Face
Chapter 3
"The Boss says that I can use you as much as I like to improve your skills until he has work for you. You were hot, Mac, and pleased him. You might become his special boy and live in the mansion all the time like Rudy."
I thought that might be a good idea to find out what was going on, but I didn't fancy the use that Rudy was getting.
"Anyway, my little hottie, I'll be coming home with you tonight and giving you some more practice at sucking and taking cock."
I grinned as though I was looking forward to it.
Rory looked quite ill and I asked him what the matter was.
"Did you go with Al and the others yesterday?"
I nodded.
"Did you like it?"
I nodded again.
"I did too, to start with, while I was learning. But when I started going out to earn money, a lot of the punters are animals and the fun went out of it. I had the worst one last night. Come with me at the end of this lesson and I'll show you something."
We went to a toilet and he pulled me into the disabled cubicle. He dropped his pants and underwear, turned his back to me, bent over and pulled his cheeks apart.
I gasped. His anus looked awful. I had never seen anything like that in my life. Terribly distended and bleeding from several splits.
"What the fuck did they use on you, a beer can?"
"Close Mac. It was a wine bottle."
No elaboration, he pulled up his pants and we went to the next class.
I hit the library at lunch time to write up my diary and send it to George. I missed nothing out, except my conversion. I thought the sex I had last night was amazing. I was looking forward to a one on one with Al tonight. He was a very buff guy and actually very pleasant when he wanted to be. I thought he would be a great teacher if I was enthusiastic which I was sure I would be. Hell, I had a lot of years to make up for. Then I called him on the phone and told him about Rory.
"George, you have to get him out of school and into hospital, his anus is bleeding and terribly distended. If he isn't treated I'm sure the damage will cause him to become infected and suffer terribly. Knowing Len and his organisation, he is going to disappear."
My faith in George and the FBI went up a hundred fold when an ambulance was waiting at the school entrance at the end of the next lesson and I saw Rory climb in and get taken away.
I heard from George a couple of days later. Rory was in protective custody and a mock suicide had covered that situation. His mother acted the part of the bereaved mother very well apparently until her son was returned to her.
That night I took Al in my love chute twice and the same in my mouth. He was a very gentle and experienced teacher. He finished the session off by letting me fuck him, which surprised me. I would learn that all guys weren't just tops or bottoms. Some like to swing. Sex done with and I tried some gentle interrogation. How deeply was he involved? Just the procurer and delivery boy, but very well paid. How deep were Ian and Nick involved? His assistants. There were no others in the senior year, but he was grooming two in the juniors to take over at the end of the school year. Was Leonard the boss or just the next one up the line? I didn't get an answer to that so I presumed he either didn't know or he had been sworn to secrecy.
Journal entry at lunch time again with all that information. Then I got a shock. I had forgotten the cameras so George had a record of my night of sex.
"You are pretty impressive Mac. I'm almost sorry I'm not gay."
He had the bloody cheek to laugh then. Ok, after a few more minutes of joshing me I was laughing too.
"Sorry George I really didn't know when I started this, but I'm telling you, this gay sex is very underrated, it's bloody marvellous."
No problem, George was pleased because he thought it would be traumatic for me if I wasn't.
A few days later George told me to make the excuse that I was going to see my dad at the weekend.
I was whisked away by car on the Friday. A very pleasant dinner at George's house with his wife and two young sons who thought I was similar age to them. I blushed and George laughed.
"Come on Mac. Just think. When you are my age you might actually be able to walk into a bar without showing ID."
We both had a laugh about that and his sons were funny as well. Talking to me like a friend instead of one of their dad's colleagues.
"Tomorrow after breakfast we are going to see Rory, and then the office for the day to talk."
The boy looked so much better than the last time I saw him. George had something else to do in the hospital so as he was departing I asked him how much I could tell Rory.
"Everything if you like. We are going to keep him in protective custody until this is all over."
So I did. He took some convincing that I was 23. But was he ever excited about the operation we were mounting. I asked him if he knew Ian and Rudy. He nodded and the tears came.
"We were told that both of them had committed suicide. They were so badly abused they couldn't take it. I was going to do the same that day you had me picked up. I couldn't take anymore, Mac. I love gay sex, having it with other boys is wonderful, but Leonard's pack of animals were frightening, and I had the worst for my last trick."
"They are both still alive. Ian looks pretty good. Rudy is looking worn out. He is used in house a lot and not getting enough sleep. I had to make love to him the morning before I left. I didn't have a choice, Al was choreographing it. I did manage to tell him to hang on, things were going to get better real soon. I hope he'll be ok until we can close the operation down."
Rory looked at me then as he realised I was talking like an agent.
"So you're really in the FBI that must be so exciting. Are you allowed to be gay as well, or is that a secret."
"No, my apartment is covered by cameras and I forgot when Al came to give me sex lessons. My boss said he is sorry he isn't gay. He thinks I'm pretty hot."
Rory laughed at that.
"I would love to see the tapes. Will you make love to me for the cameras when I get out of here?"
He realised what he had said then and blushed like crazy.
He nearly passed out with the shock when I leant in and kissed him gently on the lips.
"I think I would like that very much, only without the cameras. Remember, you aren't legal yet."
He recovered quickly but his eyes filled with tears.
"I really would like that, Mac. I don't care that you are 23."
Old man at 23, but that was ok with this 15 year old. Wow.
The remainder of the weekend was strategy meetings with George and the head of the task force in this case.
"We're intending to keep you in place while we find out as much as we can about this Leonard character, and also, when you start being used we want the names of as many of the punters as you can get. It means you may be taking a load of abuse, but if it gets too heavy we'll pull you out."
"Thanks." I said with a heap of sarcasm in the tone.
Back to school on Monday and my first appointment.
"This will be an all-night appointment. This client likes to cuddle his boy all night. All the information I have is, late 40s, usually has friends in for the early part of the evening. Feeds you well fucks you at least twice and his friends vary but not less than another three penetrations. A few blow jobs, and he is quite free with a paddle if you are anything less than enthusiastic. Pays Leonard the fee, but nearly always tips the boys as well. No idea who he is. Leonard doesn't give us that information."
I called George and they would track my GPS implant.
Huge mansion, I recognised the man. Fuck I had voted for him for the state assembly. The shocks continued as we entered the salon. His campaign manager, a local lawyer was there and two other men who I had seen photos of but couldn't place. I would as soon as I could get to a newspaper office to scan old copies.
I thought, enjoy tonight boys because very soon your careers are going to come to a bad end and the only state institution you'll be entering is the Federal Penitentiary. Boy was I ever enthusiastic that night, knowing what I was going to do.
I was stood in front of these four men taking in every detail. Now that I knew I was gay I wouldn't have thrown any of them out of bed. So, why did they need to risk their careers for a rent boy? Another year and it would be perfectly legal to bed the boys that they were presently fucking. Ok, it wouldn't do their careers any good, but at least they wouldn't be on their way to prison, which was what would happen to them now. I didn't have any more time to think then.
"Ok Mac, take your clothes off."
I tried to make it look sexy as I disrobed and was pleased that I had put on my briefest briefs. They stopped me when I was down to them and made me get closer to each one in turn. They each had a good feel so that before the last one removed them I had a solid erection. He played with me for a couple of minutes before making me turn round, spread my legs wide and bend over. He spread my cheeks and now the fun was gone. I felt so embarrassed knowing my anus was being inspected.
"You've got a good one here Tom, he's no virgin, but I'm guessing new to this game."
"How many of these jaunts have you been on Boy?"
"This is my first one, Sir."
I tried to make my voice sound shaky as though I was frightened. Not bad, and it got better the more tricks I turned because I actually was frightened at the savagery of some of the punters.
They all clapped and I felt a finger slide in to my ass.
"He feels really tight Guys, I think we may get a good fuck out of this one, but who wants his lips first?"
"I'll take that, Fred."
When I was allowed to stand I was directed to the man who had spoken. Then it clicked where I had seen this one. He was in the uniform of the police commissioner in my memory.
"You can undress me Boy and then I'll get comfortable. Prize for a first class blowjob is a pat on the head, prize for a piss poor one, ten with the paddle."
Naked, the guy was a revelation. Old and fat was the normal for a guy in his position, but this one obviously still worked out. He was, I reckoned late forties, young for the job, but he had been a high flyer. Now he was about to end his career in prison. Nice cock, I had no problem blowing him and playing with the rest of him. Mouthful of cum which I could have done without, but at least it tasted reasonable. I was surprised he only thought it was mediocre, but then he needed an excuse to paddle me. Over his lap and he delivered five with the paddle, hard enough to make me tear up. I gave three more blowjobs in a row garnering another ten or so strokes of the paddle. My butt was hurting now and I knew that I would not perform well for the remainder of the evening. It didn't appear to matter in the end because they took me down to a dungeon like basement next and put me in a sling. Then they just serially fucked me. All they wanted to do was get their rocks off. I was a little sore inside as well as out by the time they finished. I was left in the sling while Tom took his guests back upstairs. He came back after about half an hour and surprised me. He rubbed cream into my butt and the cheeks as well. He released my restraints and helped me to stand up.
"Come with me Mac. We'll have some dinner now. You have pleased my friends. I think they will want you again. I'll tell Malcolm when I order another boy."
Malcolm, another man in the chain somewhere. More fodder for George's team.
I enjoyed the dinner, it wasn't too rich, and I realised this guy was thoughtful towards the boys, once the animals had left. We went to bed early and he made love to me. I didn't find it too difficult to respond positively. He was a very practised lover. He had me up, showered and breakfasted in plenty of time to be in school on time. Hopping into the car to be taken back he stuffed a note in my coat pocket. I checked it and it was $100. I guess, as a tip that wasn't bad. I wondered if Leonard would give me anymore. He didn't. Mean bastard told me next time I saw him that he knew Tom tipped me and he didn't want to spoil me by paying me twice.
I did three more of those, none as nice as the first. In fact two of them were a bit frightening and I was bruised and had to have some work carried out on my anus after the last one. I told George it was getting worse and I didn't think I wanted to do any more or I was going to be in the same state as Rory. I had managed to get the names of more than a dozen boys that were involved. Once they knew they were safe I was sure they would open up with names and locations as best they could. In the event they were only called to confirm identities because when the raid on Leonard's place occurred the files had all the names we needed. Leonard's cell phone threw up a load of names that eventually nailed the whole nest of deviates running the operation.
The final tally that the FBI came up with was 47 punters who had illegal sex with boys from the school. Eleven of those were prominent members of the community. Leonard and his band totalled another six.
It was nearly six months before the case was considered water tight against all of the men, and I was given permission to write it up for the paper. It was such an explosive story that the paper serialised it. My tally was that I had taken about fifteen cocks in my mouth and arse in about a month. Not excessive I guess, but it became so because of the animals that used me.
All of the boys that were still in school were given full medicals and counselling.
I was given my flak jacket and FBI cap for the raid and a free hand to wander round and get details. We found Rudy and Nick still alive. Nick, not bad, Rudy close to being another statistic. I sat and cuddled him while we waited for an ambulance.
"You're going to be ok now Rudy. These people will look after you."
He sank into me almost and I just managed to hear what he said.
"Thank you Mac. I love you."
I thought it wouldn't be difficult to reciprocate that. He really had been a stunning boy. I hoped he would be again.
I received a load of thanks from the FBI hierarchy. George told me they wanted me as a permanent agent, but I refused again.
"George, I'll do this kind of thing for you, but I want to progress my career as an investigative reporter."
He understood, but always treated me like a full agent when he used me. Which he did on many occasions throughout the years.
When all the dust settled, George asked me if I would like to get some personal stories out of it. I asked him what he meant.
"We'll give you your apartment back near the school, and you can interview any of the boys that will talk to you that were involved with the operation."
I thought I could get a huge amount of mileage out of that one. The human interest stories boosted sales of the paper to the point where the owners entertained me to dinner to thank me, and my pay packet contained a healthy bonus.
All of the fifteen year olds from the operation were now sixteen and that caused me one problem. I took about a dozen of the boys back to my apartment with parents' permission. The real names were disguised as was the name of the school. Of course that wasn't fool proof. Too many people knew, but we did carry out a successful operation from my point of view.
The last but one boy that I interviewed was Rudy. He was still under sixteen so his mother came with him. He looked absolutely stunning. I didn't think anybody would think I was exceptional again after looking at him. No wonder Leonard kept him at the mansion.
His story was harrowing and the way I told it, weaving into it other bits of the operation won me a Pulitzer Prize. Not bad for my first year as a journalist.
I kept Rory until last because I have to admit, I had an ulterior motive with him. I got all the information I needed before putting my notes and recorder away.
"Now, Rory, completely off the record. How are you really feeling?"
"I'm fine Mac. The shrink was good. I don't think I have any hang ups. It was just a really nasty episode in my life."
I was amazed. I am eight years older than him and I was beginning to wilt under the abuse and I was only used a few times. Some of these boys had been at it for months, including Rory. I slipped across the floor to kneel in front of him, and I leant in and kissed him.
"I think you are an amazing guy. I wish I really was sixteen years old again. I think I would like you as my boyfriend."
He gasped and came out with the last thing I expected.
"Please, Mac, take me to bed and make love to me, and I'll be your boyfriend even though I know you are 24 years old now."
I went into tilt and just looked at him for ages until he looked frightened and stuttered out with, "You don't have to."
I put my finger over his lips before he could say anymore.
"You have no idea how much I want to do that, but are you sure."
His eyes lit up and I was lost.
"Oh yes, Mac. You see, I think I love you."
Phewy, I thought I loved him as well.
"I don't know how this could possibly work Baby, but we can give it a try."
I stroked his face so that he knew I was serious.
"Let's go to bed and see what transpires."
Christ, talk about eager beaver, he almost dragged me into my bedroom. Stood by the bed he started to undress me. I was rampantly hard just thinking about making love to this angel.
When I was naked, he stood back and with tears in his eyes he spoke.
"You look amazing, Mac. Will you make love to me?"
I nodded but he shook his head.
"I mean proper love, like you would if I was a girl."
I knew exactly what he meant, and I remembered his terribly abused anus that I had last seen the day I had him hospitalised.
"Oh Baby, what about your poor bottom?"
He grinned at me.
"Wait."
In seconds he was naked, turned round, spread his legs, bent over and used his hands to spread his cheeks. His little rose bud looked perfect. The doctors had done a wonderful job putting him back together after the terrible pounding his ass had taken.
I moved in close and stroked across his anus. It felt good and he gasped. He stood up and turned to face me again. I took him in my arms and gave him a kiss that told him what my answer to that was. We were on the bed a minute later and I started on him. I knew that this was going to be a defining moment in both our lives. If this worked I had myself a boyfriend.
I was almost crying with pleasure when I eventually slipped out of his pretty little ass. We cleaned up and sat in the lounge to talk.
"I live about a two hour drive from here, Rory. In realistic terms that means we don't see each other during the week. If your mother will allow it I can pick you up on Friday after school and you can spend the weekends with me. School holidays you can stay with me all the time, even come into work with me sometimes. All of this is dependent on your mother agreeing to it you understand."
He grinned.
"You're repeating yourself Mac, but I understand. Can you take me home and we'll talk to her today."
I groaned.
"Don't you think I should be out of shotgun range when you ask her? Remember I'm eight years older than you. Doesn't that make me a dirty old man?"
He laughed a real belly laugh.
"Yeah of course it does, but I'll tell mum I like dirty old men."
"Come on Rory, be serious, I'm almost wetting my knickers at the thought."
"Mac, I love you, mum will understand that."
So we are sat in Rory's lounge waiting for mum to come home from work. She walks in the door and I was surprised how young she looks.
"Mrs. Sanders, hi, I'm Mac, I think you know of me."
"Yes I do Mac. I probably owe you my son's life."
I blushed.
"Well, I think that may be an overstatement but I get your meaning."
"Rory never stops singing your praises and loves that you both look the same age."
I tried to laugh that off.
"Yeah, that's the burden I carry all the time. My boss jokes that I will probably be forty before I can walk into a bar without showing ID."
"Lucky man. Now, can I get you a drink or anything?"
"Uh, yes. Do you have a gun in the house?"
She looked at me a little weird and Rory was creased up.
"Yes I do."
"Well, could I have it before Rory asks you a question?"
Looking at Rory nearly in hysterics rolling around on the floor.
"Would you two like to tell me what's going on?"
I sighed and started, Rory was certainly in no state to.
"I love your son very much, and he thinks he loves me. While he finds out if that is true he wants to come and stay with me every weekend, and school holidays."
She sat down with a bump, Rory straightened up and went to her to give her a hug.
"I know he's older than me Mum, but I do love him, and as I owe him my life, can I go with him."
She looked at me and I could see tears forming.
"If I allow this, you will look after him won't you? He's all I have now."
I dropped to my knees and took one of her hands.
"I swear I will never hurt him and I'll look after him like he is the most precious being in my world, which he is."
She nodded. She wiped the tears away, looked at Rory and spoke.
"You make sure you behave yourself when you go with Mac. Don't make a nuisance of yourself and respect his home."
Rory was in hysterics again
"Mum, Mac's my boyfriend, not a friend's parent."
End of saga, I kissed my love goodbye and told him I would pick him up from school on Friday afternoon.
"Thank you Mrs. Sanders. I swear I'll look after him."
That was it.