Danny

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Escape:

Danny woke quickly to full alertness, a habit that had saved him several times on the streets. He wondered for a moment why Carlos was holding him. Normally, the other man made him go back to his own pallet after he fucked him. And his ass definitely felt used. Then he grimaced, remembering the previous night.

Mack, the man that Carlos worked for, had apparently decided that Carlos wasn't a bouncer any more. Last night, he made Danny sixty-nine with a very reluctant Carlos. While they were doing that, Mack and another man had taken the two young men at the same time. Carlos had reacted to being fucked very badly, but eventually had calmed down.

Danny did not really mind the sex; after all, he was a whore. But Mack had not mentioned payment at all, and that was stealing. Danny was offended by the thought. Of course, Carlos would be insulted if he was paid for sex, but he stole for Mack all the time. Go figure.

Danny glanced at the man still sleeping on the single mattress that was the only furnishing in the blank room the guards had locked them into afterwards. They had not even given them back their clothes. Danny did not think Mack was done with them or they would have been out the door by now.

He looked around the room and quickly noticed the dark glass window. He wrapped his arms around his knees and sighed. They were being watched or taped through that window. He had seen things like this before with one or two of his johns.

The man beside him began to stir. Danny watched him as he yawned and glanced unconcernedly at the slighter man. Then the events of the night before came back to him. His face tightened and he searched the room angrily.

Danny said quietly, "That's a one-way window up there."

Carlos bounded to his feet and pounded on the glass. It shook, but did not give enough to break. His fists clenched and he threw himself back and forth across the room impatiently. After a while, the door opened and two large men stepped inside. Carlos froze and glared at them. They watched him steadily, without expression.

Then one spoke, "If you two need to pee, come quietly. If you cause any trouble, we'll leave you here."

Carlos snarled, but gestured for Danny to come. As the guard reached for Carlos' arm, the angry young man jerked away. He was slammed to the wall, his arm twisted behind him, a knife in his kidneys. Carlos struggled futilely in the harsh grip.

"Don't be an fuckin' moron, Carlos. Boss has plans for you. You do what you are told. You know what happens to punks who cross him. So you took it up the ass. Get used to it. Everyone knows you been fucking your little whore there for a long time."

Carlos spat out an obscenity and had his face slammed into the wall a little harder.

Danny said nervously, "Carlos, I got to take a leak. Come on, man."

The guard laughed and said snidely, "Listen to your girl-friend, boy."

Carlos slumped in resignation, but the tense set of his shoulders said he was just waiting, not giving in. The guard let him loose and patted his bare butt insultingly. The young man's lip curled into a snarl, but he did not say anything.

"Come on, boy. Move that pretty ass. Boss wants to see you in a little while. All of you." He leered at the naked boy, tapping the limp cock.

Carlos looked away and visibly bit back another curse.

Less than an hour later, the two boys stood in front of Mack and the other man, Mr. Jones, he had been called. It probably wasn't his real name.

Carlos was hostile and angry. Danny was passive and resigned. Danny knew there was nothing he could do. If they were out on the street, he was faster than any of the goons, and knew every alley, roof, and shortcut. But here, in Mack's building, he didn't have a chance to escape. Yet.

Mack spoke. "My associate, Mr. Jones, has requested that you two work for him for a while. Danny, I know your usual rates. You get half of them since you're working for me now. Carlos, you do what you are told. I pay you the same as Danny."

Carlos frowned and blurted out, "I'm not a whore!"

Mack smiled grimly. "You are what ever I tell you, or you are entirely superfluous. Understand?"

Carlos swallowed and paled. He stared at his boss for a moment, then down at the ground. He tried once more, hoarsely, in a softer voice. "Sir. I work hard for you. But I ain't a fag. I don't want to fuck guys."

Mack sneered. "You did just fine last night. Besides, you've been fucking Danny here for years now. Just shut up and do what you are told. You go with Mr. Jones and cooperate. When he's done with you, I'll consider some changes."

He had no intention of telling Carlos that the changes would be even less to his liking. 'Oh, things will change, boy. There's a good market in some places for a well-broken, handsome young man. You'll spend the rest of your very short life opening your mouth or spreading your legs for some fat bastard. And make me a nice profit in the bargain.' And Carlos would be broken. 'The other little slut already is,' he thought with distain.

He did not know how mistaken he was about Danny. More than one person had underestimated the boy. His patience and willingness to wait for the best time, the right opportunity, were often confused with stupidity and lack of spirit. It was an error that would cost Mack.

Carlos stared at him for a moment, then nodded slowly. "Yes sir," he said with extreme reluctance, his shoulders sagging in defeat.

Danny just watched silently and waited. They were not staying under Mack's control one minute longer than they had to. No matter what Danny had to do to get them away. Meanwhile, he had to keep Carlos from getting both of them killed. He knew it would not be an easy time.

Danny shivered in the cold misty rain. His thin t-shirt and bike shorts were completely soaked through. It was late, he was tired and hungry and scared. Mack's men had chased him out of his usual territory and he did not dare go back. He still needed a few more tricks to get enough money for the bus tickets he wanted. Then he would try to get Carlos and they would get as far from here as the money could take them.

Besides, he had nowhere to go but the cold doorway behind the light post he leaned on. Maybe the next john would let him drag it out long enough to warm up in the car's heater. He leaned back against the pole and waited, wrapping his arms around his ribs.

The cars did not slow. He was almost ready to give up and try to sleep on the cold stone step when a large car slowed and the shaded window rolled down. He stepped forward hopefully.

"Danny? What are you doing out here in the rain?" an incredulous deep voice asked him.

He started and bent to peer in the window. It was James, Horace's bodyguard. Looking at the ground, Danny shrugged and shoved his fingers in the front of his shorts trying to warm them.

James frowned. Whore or not, the kid had no business being on the street in the rain. Not unless he was desperate.

"Get in the car, boy."

Danny opened the door and slid in, not meeting the man's eyes.

"Okay, talk to me." James said sternly, cranking the heat all the way up at the sight of the chilled young man's shaking.

Danny cleared his throat and stumbled through an explanation, shivering with cold.

"I ran away from Mack. Please, sir. Don't make me go back. He's really mad at me."

Danny looked up with misery on his face. James raised a brow and started the car. Danny looked alarmed, but was almost too tired and cold to care what happened next.

James said. "Why?"

Danny looked back down at his old running shoes and huddled into the seat. He didn't know James, but the man had been nice to him that time when Danny had serviced his boss. He decided to trust him enough to answer. He doubted it would make things worse.

"He was making me and Carlos do things so some guy he owed could make some films. Carlos is straight. He didn't want to, so Mack gave him some drugs and made him really out of it. I don't mind the sex. You know that. But Carlos hated it."

His voice broke and then continued softly, "At first, it was just Carlos and me, but then he decided he didn't need me anymore. With Carlos drugged out and obedient he could use someone else. Anyone else."

He paused and stared out the window into the rain. "I heard him on the phone. He said he found a buyer for me in some other country. I was gonna disappear into this guy's harem and not cause any more trouble between Carlos and what Mr. Jones wanted him to do. I didn't really care. It couldn't be worse than the cribs. I mean, he hasn't paid me since the beginning, even though he said he would. But that would leave Carlos alone. So, I split out the window first chance I got."

He shrugged, and then turned his tormented face to see James' concern and disgust. "I got to get Carlos out, sir. He's my only friend. They're gonna do bad things to him."

James shook his head and started driving. "Let's go to Mr. Horace. He'll have to decide what to do. You hungry?"

Danny just nodded. James bought some fast food at a drive through, and they headed out of town to Horace's estate. Danny fell asleep along the way.

Horace studied the ragged young man in front of him. "So, James tells me that you no longer work for Mack. Why don't you tell me the whole story?"

Danny told him how Mack had used him and Carlos with the other man, Mr. Jones, then given them to him. At first, the guy had just wanted sex pictures. The boys had stripped and fucked for him in all sorts of positions. Then things had changed. He had used them to set up situations to blackmail certain people.

Danny told him how he had overheard Mack say that he had found someone to sell Danny to. They no longer needed him to control Carlos. The drugs kept him complaisant. Danny had climbed out the window and fled. He had tried to go back to his familiar territory but too many of Mack's men had seen him and word was out that Mack was looking for him. So he had moved out to an unfamiliar area to try to get some money. He was hoping to get Carlos and get on a bus going almost anywhere else. James had found him there.

Horace listened quietly, then said. "Describe this Jones to me."

Danny did so. Comprehension dawned on Horace's face. "There may be something I can do, Danny. I will have to check with some people. It may be possible to get Carlos back for you. No promises."

Danny started to smile, but Horace raised his hand and said seriously, "I am not doing this for free. It involves calling in some serious favors. You will owe me a great deal for the attempt."

Danny looked up worriedly. "What do you want me to do, Sir? I'll do whatever I have to get Carlos back," he said in a low determined voice.

Horace smiled. "Exactly. What I want is for you to stay here and work for me."

Danny stated quietly, not really a question, "You would want me like you did before?"

Horace nodded.

Danny looked at the floor and back up again solemnly, remembering both the beatings and the pleasure that had balanced out the pain. It didn't matter. If he could rescue Carlos, he'd have done worse. He agreed, saying in a subdued voice, "Yes sir. I'll do what you want."

Horace smiled gently at him. He understood his fears. "Very well, Danny. That pleases me. We will have a good working relationship. I will pay you an allowance each week. You live here and follow all of the rules. And you do whatever I tell you; go to whomever I tell you to go to, and only them. No whoring. Understand?

Danny nodded silently.

"Good boy. Now let's get you taken care of, while I make some calls." Horace gestured to James. "James, Danny will be joining the household. Put him in the room by Jose. He works for me now. You take him and explain the set up and the rules, and then get him settled in. I won't need him tonight. He looks like he needs some food and some sleep."

James nodded. "Yes sir."

Danny looked across into Horace's face. "Thank you, sir. I'll be good."

Horace patted his cheek. "I know you will, Danny. I enjoyed our last encounter and am looking forward to many more. Go get washed up, eat, and rest. I will see you after breakfast tomorrow."

"Yes sir. Thank you, sir."

James took him to a small, nicely furnished, room. The furniture was plain, but sturdy. Danny looked at the bed with the clean sheets and light blanket with a thicker blanket folded at the foot and turned to the guard with an amazed look.

"I'm to stay here?" he asked in a wondering voice.

James nodded. "Yes. It's not big, but everything you need is here. Tomorrow we will see about getting you some more appropriate clothes. For tonight, you can borrow some of Jose's sweats. There are six rooms here in this wing. We all share a bath down the hall. Housekeeping does minor stuff, but you keep your room clean yourself and leave the bath neat when you are done. Come on. I'll introduce you to Jose. Then you get into the bath while I get you some dinner."

Danny just nodded, overwhelmed. He had never even thought of having his own room. The closest he ever had was a separate pile of cardboard and newspapers while he lived in the rundown room with Carlos and four others. When he had lived with his mother, their room wasn't any bigger than this, and had only a bed and rickety card table with some folding chairs. He had slept on the floor there. The bed was used for other things. Things he didn't want to remember.

James knocked on the door of the room next to Danny's. A young man wearing only a pair of loose shorts opened it. Jose was Hispanic, but unlike Carlos who showed the strong features of his Native American heritage, this handsome young man reflected the Spanish side with the sharp features and paler skin. He was built a great deal like Carlos with the thick muscles displayed openly in his undress. He was slightly shorter than James, but slim and strong with a cat-like grace when he moved.

James said, "Jose, this is Danny. He is moving into the room next to you. He needs to borrow some clothes until we can make other arrangements."

Jose studied the thin tired boy beside his senior partner. 'No way that one's a guard. Too thin and worn out. One of the boss' toys?' He raised one eyebrow at James in question.

James shrugged and stated plainly, "He belongs to Mr. Horace. The boss will send for him when he wants him. Other than that, he stays with one of us."

Jose nodded, his face showing his understanding of the boy's status. Danny stood there impassively. He was used to the abuse when people found out that he was just a sex object. But the young guard did not criticize.

He just said in his light accent, "Un momento." He left the door open while he moved lightly to the dresser. Danny could see that his room was very similar to the one James had shown him.

Jose rummaged in the drawers and pulled out a t-shirt, socks, pair of shorts similar to the ones he was wearing, and set of gray sweat pants. "Here, these have drawstrings, so the size won't matter," he said with a gleaming white smile when he handed the clothing to Danny.

The young man stammered out a thank you that the other waved off.

Jose smiled and studied the boy carefully. If he was one of Horace's boys, then he would probably be available to the guards also. They usually were. Washed and fed properly, the kid would be good looking. Jose could wait. For a little while. He grinned at James with a raised brow. "Later, amigo."

James just smiled and gestured towards the door down the hall. "Go on, Danny. Time to wash. Third door down. Everything's there. Towels are in the cabinet. Just help yourself. Toothbrushes are in the second drawer down. Pick a different color package from the ones in the holder. Leave your old clothes in the hamper. They'll get washed and returned to you tomorrow. I'll go get you some dinner."

Jose licked his lips while he watched the trim ass in the tight bike shorts move away. 'A perfect handful. If El Jefe likes him, then the kid is definitely a bottom. Wonder if he does top also? I'll definitely have to find out.'

James punched him lightly on the chest. "All right, Romeo. You just hold off until boss Okays it. He needs to see Doc first anyway. No telling who or what he's been doing on the streets."

Jose gave him a look of wounded innocence belied by the wicked gleam in the black eyes. "Romeo was an amateur," he snorted and closed the door.

James chuckled and left. He knew his young partner. Jose would have Danny flat on his back and enjoying every second as soon as Horace gave them permission. That was okay. James had every intention of having both of them together when he could. He and Jose enjoyed each other fairly frequently, and James had seen Danny in action and would love to get that mouth on his own cock.

James spoke as a damp, but thoroughly clean, Danny wolfed down his dinner, sitting cross-legged on his new bed.

"Jose or I will escort you until you learn where everything is. The other two guards are Brad and Sam. They alternate shifts with us. Sometimes there are two more, but not right now. We start at six with a workout and run. Then breakfast at eight. After that we will get you some clothes and get over to see Doc. You get a clean bill of health and we're good. The rest of the day is Mr. Horace's schedule. Later on, we'll change your schedule if we need to."

He paused, and looked steadily at Danny. "Danny, I assume you're gay." He waited for Danny's brief nod, then continued, "You heard the boss. You agreed that you belong to him now. That means you don't mess around with anyone he doesn't approve. If you want something, then you come to Jose or me. Brad and Sam are straight. But one of us will take care of you. Understand?"

Danny looked at the big man in surprise, then remembered the gentle calloused hands washing his tired sore body and equally gently jacking him off in the tub when he had first met them. He flushed and nodded. "Yes sir." He wasn't used to discussing his own needs with anyone. No one had ever cared before. He yawned. He was exhausted and did not know how much longer he could go on.

James saw the yawn and the pale face as the boy swayed slightly. The kid was out on his feet. He took the tray and said gruffly, "Go to sleep. I'll wake you in the morning."

Danny mumbled and was asleep in the amazingly cool clean sheets almost before his head hit the pillow.

In another room, Horace was just hanging up the phone. He saw James and waved for him to come in. He smiled. "Jones is who I thought. I called the Commissioner and he is going to get someone on it right away. He's been looking for a way to pin that crew down. Until then, keep Danny under wraps. I don't want them getting a hold of him and doing anything drastic. Samuel agreed that he will get Carlos out as a witness and turn him over to Joe's custody."

James grinned. Joe was a cop, but he was also one of Horace's 'friends'. Danny's friend would be delivered here fairly soon.

"I introduced Danny to Jose and got him some clothes. He's sound asleep now. Tomorrow we'll get him into our routine and over to Doc's."

Horace laughed. "As cute as that kid is, I am surprised Jose was willing to give him anything to wear. He would enjoy it much more having him wander around stark naked. Did you warn the kid, or are you just going to let him wake up under the 'Hose'?"

James snorted. "Despite the fact that Danny looks like a babe in diapers beside Jose, I rather suspect that he is more than able to figure out some things on his own. I gather he's been on the street for a few years now, and he did manage to get away from Mack, even if he doesn't have enough sense to come in out of the rain."

Horace just laughed and their conversation drifted to other matters. James was more than just his head guard. The big man had been his confidant and right hand for years now.

Very early the next morning, Danny woke tense and disoriented at the knock on the door. He sat up quickly as James opened the door to his room and flipped on the light. Then he relaxed slightly when he remembered what had happened yesterday, and where he was.

"Rise and shine, Danny. Time to get started. Just put on the shorts and shoes for now. The rain stopped, but it is still muddy so we're going to the pool today."

'The pool?' Danny couldn't remember the last time he had gone swimming. He stopped and looked at the two guards in the doorway. "I don't know how to swim, sir," he said hesitantly.

Jose grinned. "Don't worry. We'll teach you. I can teach you lots of things," he said suggestively.

He was wearing a very skimpy skintight swimsuit in an eye-searing orange. The thong-like suit was cut so high in the rear that both of his round hard cheeks were completely bare and the tiny triangle of material concealed only the dimples just above his crack. He obviously shaved his body smooth just like Danny did, because there wasn't enough room in that so-called suit for anything besides the heavy equipment already filling it. When he saw Danny's wide-eyed stare, he leered and strutted down the hall.

James just sighed and gave the young man a gentle push to get him moving. "Ignore him. He's impossible when there's someone around to impress."

Danny shook his head and murmured to himself, "And I thought I was the whore."

James' sharp ears caught the soft comment and he laughed. "Oh no, boy. You don't think the boss hired him only because he has a black belt, and can do miracles with any electronic surveillance system? Do you? He's quite serious about wanting to show you lots of things. Starting with his thing. The minute Mr. Horace gives him permission, he's going to be on you like a starving wolf."

Danny stopped in his tracks and stared in shock at the big guard. He had not expected such open sexuality even after Horace had taken him last time with both James and the other guard watching.

James smiled; the gentle look incongruous on his hard face. He reached out and cupped the younger man's chin, turning his face up to his. "Don't worry, Danny. He'll wait." He brushed his lips lightly across the astonished boy's mouth, smiling down into the beautiful face. "I'm senior. I get first turn." He turned and started down the hall.

Danny shook his head and followed bemusedly. Whole new worlds were opening up in his mind. He wondered where they were going and decided it didn't matter. It was definitely better than where he had been. He hurried to catch up with the other man.

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Mike.

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