Baby Face
Chapter 7
My life became a little tame for a few months and then it was manic as I started to serialise my book and I had to do a load of book signings. A condition of my public appearances was, `no photographs'. I would be useless to George if my picture became common property. I tried to disguise my looks a little just in case someone did manage to get a picture. I wore a moustache and a cap every time which was a God send because my picture did get taken. My cover wasn't blown though, we didn't think. Jamil graduated and won a place at a good college to study criminology and forensics. George was delighted and managed to get funding for him from the F.B.I. provided he signed a contract. He was over the moon because he still had all the money he had made from his involvement in the sex ring scandal.
"Can I still live here, Mac, when I am not at college?"
I looked shocked. I had not even considered any other scenario.
"Of course you can, where else would you go?"
He looked embarrassed as he replied.
"Well you have kept your side of the bargain with George. I thought you might not want me around anymore."
I took him in my arms and made him look at me.
"What don't you understand about the three words, `I love you'?"
"I just thought that was until I graduated."
I shook my head in wonder that he could think I was that shallow and I told him so. Now he was really embarrassed. It was just showing me that he wasn't as self-assured as he tried to make out so I didn't harangue him about it.
"You idiot. I love you means just that. This is your home for as long as you want it or need it. Both Rory and I love you so there is never going to be a problem with that."
My nearly 20 year old friend and lover just disintegrated and I had a long struggle to calm him down this time. I ended up taking him to bed and making very gentle love to him.
What a wonderful summer we all had. Rory had no problem sharing me with Jamil for nearly three months before he went off to college and Rory moved into his final year at high school.
George called me the week before school started again and wanted me to go back to school. It worked perfectly because I had finished the rewrite of my book for serialisation. It was still near the top of the best sellers list and had made me a lot of money.
In George's office he took a really good look at me, nodded and confirmed his thoughts with the other two men who I didn't know.
"Eighteen shouldn't be too hard for him, should it?"
The others nodded and the older one of the two spoke.
"You are a very lucky man, Mac. Twenty five years old and still looking like a teen."
"Thank you, Sir, lucky I guess. I still get asked for ID before I can get served in a bar so I guess you are right."
"This investigation works around a gambling ring. Apparently a lot of boys in this particular school have got themselves into trouble with gambling debts and the men involved are unleashing goons to punish the non-payers. Parents are having to bail out their kids and that is how we have found out about it. We don't know if there is anything more sinister than the beatings so we want you to find out. You are still chipped so we will be following your GPS signal all the time. It means another apartment away from home with absentee dad again. No point in altering a winning formula. This one is out of my area so your new contacts will be these two gentlemen. Alistair is the boss and Ben is the team leader supporting you."
I shook hands with both and accepted my briefing pack.
"You have one week to settle into your new apartment and get up to date with the investigation."
He tapped my folder to indicate that it contained all the information I would need. A decent car was delivered for me to use so I put away my own vehicle and settled into the apartment, but spending the nights in my own place because both boys were still with me. The brief looked interesting. I would do the same as I had done twice before, but this time it was gambling as against drugs and sex. Well, I hoped that was going to be the case.
It wasn't. At least, not for me. One of the men involved had seen my picture and he, quite absentmindedly drew a moustache on the picture they had taken when I first started gambling with them. He, apparently, looked at it before looking at the picture in an old newspaper that he had showing me at a book signing. He added a cap and bingo, he had me. Fortunately for my future use to the bureau he only tagged me as a nosy reporter, but that didn't stop me from a pretty horrendous few weeks until my backing team got their act together. They were nowhere near as efficient as George's lot.
It all started a few weeks after starting my new school. I started making friends and was able to work out odds for them in their gambling. The nasty men didn't like it that all of a sudden their take was decreasing. I was actually winning using my own system and it was only a few weeks later that the clever bastard recognised who I was. I was abducted as I exited my car at my apartment after school one day. I was taken to a building well out of town and met, face to face the boss of the gambling team.
"Well, Mr. Macpherson, what a pleasure it is to meet my next star performer. Strip him Harry."
I looked at Harry and decided I was not going to object. He was twice my size and ten times as mean, judging by his looks, so I just blushed terribly as he removed all of my clothes.
"Tommy, come and see what we have for you."
That was the boss man and he had raised his voice for that speech. A boy came into the room and we eyed each other. I thought that in different circumstance I could do some serious lovemaking with this one. Later, when I saw him naked, that just confirmed my first thought.
He smiled a cute little smile at me and with no hesitation started playing with me. I was embarrassed, but I guess my previous experiences working for George had got me used to this kind of thing so I didn't move, but I did get a nice solid erection.
The boss was delighted.
"Alright Tommy, leave him alone now. You can have him later after I have appraised him of his position here."
Tommy left and the boss man scowled at me.
"This house is about as secure as Alcatraz, in other words your chances of escape are about nil. Now, you are going to be a good boy and do everything you are told without question. If you do, you may live for a few months. If you don't I'll show you what you can expect. Come with me."
He took me to a basement room, accompanied by one of his goons. What I saw made me throw up, literally, I puked big time. Hanging from a chain block was a body. I presumed it was a boy because he wasn't very big. He was breathing, but only just I reckoned.
"Pictures of him have been circulated among all of our bad debtors. We think most of those debts will be collected this week. This one will then be delivered to the local hospital. If you don't want to join him you will heed my instructions."
Believe me, I was going to be the best little captive ever. The boy had been systematically beaten with a whip, tearing skin from his body. He looked like a chunk of raw meat, and they had rearranged his face as well.
We returned to the original room and I was given further instructions.
"For the next 24 hours you are going to pleasure my son. Then you are going to start training as a stripper for my club. If you are good you will keep your pretty face and your sexy body. If you aren't I will let my animals have you for their pleasure."
No need for him to expand on that, I could guess what that would entail. Not anything I was going to ask for.
I thought that 24 hours with Tommy would be quite thrilling, he was after all, a very attractive and sexy looking young guy. Wrong, he was a little sadist and I found out almost immediately.
"Come in, Mac, I'm so pleased to see you. Dad hasn't found me a cute guy to play with for ages."
I looked round at the room and gulped. I had seen torture chambers that looked less intimidating. Tommy was sat in a large leather chair facing into the room. I could identify the sling, a doctor's examination table including stirrups. There was an X frame with restraints on each arm and a medieval wrack for stretching a prisoner. Along one wall were a large selection of chastisers including a proper cat o nine tails. On a table were a collection of other sex tools, gags, ball spreaders, cock rings, nipple clamps and two things that I had never seen before, but soon found out what they were for. A speculum and a mouth spreader. (George told me what they were when I was eventually released and returned to him after a short stay in hospital.) Of course I found out first-hand what they were very quickly.
"I want you to strip me, Mac, and then when I am comfortable I want a blow job. The better it is, the less pain I will want to deliver."
He grinned, but the grin distorted his face and showed me what an evil little shit he was. The result was a less than stunning blowjob.
"Not bad, you've obviously done this before, but not good enough to please me. Let me show you why you are going to want to do better."
He stood up and walked towards the wrack.
"Lay down on that, on your back and put your arms up to each corner and the same with your feet."
I was a horizontal X. He fixed my ankles and wrists into restraints and then, using a remote control, started stretching me. He stopped when I was as taught as a bow string, and then grinning at me he spoke again.
"I reckon another inch and it will pull your arms, or legs from their sockets. If you ever annoy me, or perform at less than total enthusiasm again I will go the whole hog and remove your arms and legs. You will still be alive, but pretty useless for anything except giving me blowjobs."
Looking back on it I realise I was terrified, this kid was really evil.
He went to the table and picked up the first of the pieces of equipment that I hadn't seen before.
"Open your mouth."
I did.
"Wider."
I did. Then he put this thing in my mouth and ran the strap round the back of my head before securing it. I couldn't close my mouth now. He used his remote control again and lowered the wrack so that it left me at about mid-thigh to him. He took hold of his cock and pointed it at my mouth. The next thing I knew was that I had a mouthful of his piss. Some had splashed on my face as well, but he was a pretty good shot so I got most of it where he intended.
"Now swallow it, and every time I fill your mouth, swallow."
Then he grinned, "Or choke, whatever you like."
He emptied his bladder into me a mouthful at a time. I was crying like a baby by the time he had finished. I could think of nothing more disgusting and it just destroyed me. I knew that whatever was asked of me now I would do it without hesitating and pray that my new backup team would be as good as George and his guys.
"If you throw up I'll make you lick it all up."
I was released then and the nasty bit was removed. Allowed to use the bathroom, where I did throw up, but into the toilet.
"Wash your mouth out and clean your teeth."
I did, like an automaton, I was determined to do as I was told.
His enjoyment from my mouth sated for now he wanted a go at my other end. So, not something new for me, the doctor's table and into the stirrups. When he had me spread as wide as he could get me, and wound back so that my knees were level with my ears he got the other weird piece of equipment. It was a speculum, I found out later, and he started opening me up.
"You slut, that is no virgin ass is it?
He expected an answer so I just said `no'.
"You will address me as master in future and if you fail I will ginger up your ass."
"Yes, Master." Was my rapid reply.
"How many times have you been fucked?"
"I don't know, Master."
He laughed.
"And how big is the biggest cock you have taken?"
I thought of Jamil.
"About ten inches, Master."
He went back to the table and came back with a dildo. It was about the same thickness as Jamil, but longer, with a handle at the end for ease of use.
"Like this?"
I nodded.
"Yes, Master, but not as long."
He went back to the table and came back with another one. Quite a lot thicker and longer still. I thought it must be about fifteen inches long.
"I think I'll fuck you first, because after this one, you will be too slack for me, particularly after I have fisted you. First though, an enema."
It was really weird, I was given three enemas and made to hold them in for five minutes each. I couldn't understand how he could stand holding the bucket as he let me empty out my insides, but he appeared not to be worried about it. He cleaned me up and then really shook me by rimming me. I couldn't help it, I got a monster erection. He made it worse by sliding a well-lubricated finger into me and punishing my prostate. He looked so pleased with himself that he then shook me even more by taking me in his mouth and making me gasp with the sensuality of it. Before I could cum he pulled off, grinned at me and spoke.
"That looks very sexy, Mac, but you will not be allowed to cum while you are here. That is, unless you are someone who gets off on pain."
Now I had an idea of where this was going, and I was frightened. He started seriously punishing my ass then adding fingers very quickly until he had all five digits on one hand pushing in to the last knuckle and rotating. He was hurting and he knew it because even hitting my prostate every time he went in didn't stop me going soft. He was grinning as he spoke.
"Ah, doesn't my baby enjoy being fucked?"
Then he sneered and grabbed the first dildo. Thank heavens he lubricated it because he went straight in with it almost to the hilt.
"That is what you are used to."
He shoved the remainder in right up to the handle.
"And that is all of it."
He fucked me with that for a few minutes moving it up and down and sideways stretching me more, quite painfully.
"Now we'll give you more pleasure with this one."
He pulled the dildo out, lubed the huge one and shoved it in. I screamed as it went over my sphincter and he stopped pushing. Still with an evil grin he told me what was going to happen now.
"If you scream again I am going to cut your balls off."
I was sure he would as well so as he continued shoving the monster into me I bit my lips until they bled, but I didn't scream. I passed out before he had all of it in me so I didn't feel the remainder enter me. When I regained consciousness I could feel it though. I imagined that was how a baseball bat would feel. I thought I could almost lick it from the inside. The pain level was still quite awful, but when I looked round I could see Tommy sat in an armchair reading a magazine. I was astounded that someone who looked so cute could actually be so evil and uncaring.
He noticed that I was conscious after a few minutes and came over to me, grinning. With no further comments he started fucking me with the huge dildo, but not going in all the way, so despite it being painful I didn't lose consciousness again. When he grew tired of that he just left it in me and departed. Using my muscles I managed to dislodge it eventually and was much more comfortable, but being doubled over, comfort was a relative term. I should have kept it in because when he came back and saw that I had dislodged it he went crazy. He grabbed a punishment paddle and beat me unconscious with it.
I don't know how many days this treatment went on for, but with minimum food and water, uncomfortable sleeping conditions and the punishment I was soon delirious and swimming in a constant sea of pain.
Eventually, Tommy's father took charge of me and brought me back to health. The bruising disappeared and although I felt fragile I was pain free and bruise free. By now I thought I must have been a captive for at least two weeks and wondered why my back up team had not rescued me.
My next nightmare began then. I was tutored into stripping erotically. When naked I had to play with myself and get an erection before leaving the stage with the instruction that I should circulate round the tables and let the customers do whatever they liked with me.
The first night I was on show I was amazed. The basement of the house was an incredible nightclub. I came up through the floor onto a circular stage in the middle of the room. I had to carry out my strip with the stage rotating. When I was naked I fisted myself to an erection, taking a long time to achieve it, which was just a huge turn on for all the deviates watching, men and women. I had never felt so humiliated, even after my previous experiences. Several spotlights were centred on me all the time, wherever I moved. Fully erect I started circulating and was ordered into different positions at each table. I was played with, finger fucked, made to suck the fingers that had been in my ass. I couldn't believe how perverted the clientele were.
The grand finale was a mattress being brought in and dumped on the floor. I was made to lie on it and another naked boy came in sporting a monster of a cock. Not terribly thick, but definitely longer than Jamil. He pushed my legs well back, and with no more to do just slid the whole thing into me and fucked me to orgasm, pulling out to spray most of his cream all over my body and face. He finished blowing his load over me and just stood up and walked away leaving me looking round at a sea of leering faces. I got up and ran for the exit to loud cheers and applause.
I did two shows every night for a week, being fucked in so many different positions I could have written a new Kama Sutra for men. I think it was the eighth night, there was a raid and the FBI rescued me.
I was immediately rushed to a private clinic and given a complete medical, blood tests as well.
When the station chief and his team leader came to debrief me I refused to talk to them. I telephoned George and told him I wanted to talk to him, face to face. While I waited for him I found out the date. My team had left me in captivity for more than a month. I was shattered. How could they?
I told George everything when he arrived.
"I will not assist the bureau in prosecuting this case, George, I will sign no report or anything that will assist the bureau in any action they wish to take, and I am going to resign as soon as I can get at some writing material. My experience was absolutely terrifying and the most shaming and humiliating thing I have ever done. Plus, I didn't know how much pain I could take before losing consciousness, but I did so several times during this last month."
Give him his due, George was pretty horrified as well. He told me later that the reason for them leaving me so long was a desire to get all of the low lifes using the club. They didn't know about all the action instigated by Tommy, but they must have wondered what was happening to me. They also found several bodies of school boys that on investigation had been in bad debt to the gamblers. I could have joined them quite easily.
In trying to get me to change my mind I received a huge bonus, but I still resigned and told them to stuff their job.
During the next year George and I became firm friends. He was without doubt the nicest guy I knew. I apologised to him for my rant at him because I liked and respected him, but I still wouldn't return to my old contract. I continued as an investigative journalist and earned another Pulitzer Prize without any help from George. I wrote another book, not as sensational as my first one, but it still sold well and by the time I was 26 I was quite wealthy.
Jamil and Rory. Well, my true love graduated and went off to college. I missed him terribly because he was too far away for me to see him much during the semester, although I did manage the odd long weekend with him. Jamil went to college close to home and lived off campus with me.
Our love for each other never changed and despite the trauma of my captivity, and the huge cocks I had been fucked with, I still loved to feel him slide over my sphincter. When we were feeling incredibly horny, we would re-enact some of the scenes that we had indulged in during my adventures with him. Rory would witness them sometimes when we were playing. The one he loved the most was the one where the girls were stood at my head end when Jamil fucked me well doubled over. I must admit, I loved that one as well. Not the most comfortable position but he penetrated the deepest in that position and because he did it gently and with love, it was amazing. My orgasms were always breathtakingly superb. On one occasion when we did it, Rory was so turned on that when Jamil pulled out, he took over and gave me another good seeing to. What an amazing session that was because it finished with Rory taking my position and Jamil doing the same thing to him. I don't think I ever had so many orgasms in one session of sex.
Rory took photos of that and I still have a large framed picture of it on my bedside cabinet.