Chapter Eight
Breakfast was a buffet top deck. Groggy naked boys arrived with their men, hardly a wink of sleep; however, each man had a bounce to his step perhaps flaunting the fact that they had had the boy in their company. Egan and Peter had decided on a swim before the others rose while the staff set up for the repast. Peter reminding the chef that he was also feeding six boys and had best double up on everything. The chef countered and reminded Peter who was chef and knew exactly the mouths he had to feed.
The jovial fat man said, “Sure wish someone would have told me that earlier, --we’re likely to run out of food before the week ends.”
Chef Benoit was a fixture aboard the yacht. Along with Jonesy, the butler. They were both privy to the goings on below deck, each paid handsomely for their discretion. The rest of the small crew were forbidden entry to the lower section of the ship. Chef Benoit eyed Egan up and down as well as the naked football star, shook his head and resumed setting the patio tables.
Egan detected a problem with Kevin; He wasn't his usual bubbly self. The boy was hardly ever the centre of attention. When the boy lowered himself into the pool, Egan noticed the red marks on his back. He followed the boy into the water and confronted him.
Egan saw red when Kevin began to cry and told him about his night, saying that he no longer wanted to be a boy whore. He turned the boy around and studied his back. The redness was turning blue before his eyes; the nape of Kevin’s neck had already bruised where identifiable fingers impressions had held him.
He hugged the boy and told him everything would be okay and got out of the pool. Naked, he walked over to Frank, the sporting goods baron sitting and chatting with a few men and shoved his face down into his food. He then picked up a butter knife and held it to the pervert’s throat.
“You ever hurt another one of my boys again I will kill you. --GOT IT?”
Egan didn’t have a mean bone in his body and his actions were totally out of character for him. The man’s face was covered in scrambled eggs and catsup. Graves came running over and took the knife from his hand and led him below deck for an explanation.
As if he needed confirmation, Johnsey happened to walk by and Peter told him to get the blond boy in the pool and bring him down to the salon. He confirmed his fears, the boy had been abused. Egan told Kevin to bend over. The sight of his bloodied rectum infuriated him. It was all Graves could do to restrain the young man who was screaming vengeance, instructed Johnsey to tend to the boys wounds and hauled Egan to his state room to console him.
Graves picked up the phone and called the captain on the bridge asking how far the closest port was and told him to change bearings and proceed at full speed. On deck, he not only told Frank to pack his things, but he advised that he was severing his contract as spokesman for ‘Apollo Sports’ immediately.
Frank was miffed, even embarrassed in front of the others and said, “You can’t be serious, Pete! These boys are whores, sluts, --hell, they’re used to being roughed up. . . .And that kid said he liked it that way!”
Kevin didn’t say a word. He remembered his legs dangling from the table, his face pressed into the table-top by Frank’s hand on his neck as he worked his ungreased cock inside him and being told to say how much he loved it.
Nicky sat on his man’s lap thinking about what he had endured. He had no bruises or welts, only his jaw and bum ached still, however, he actually began to enjoy the harsh fucking he got after the third time. By then he was numb anyway.
The mood among the men was a sombre one, maybe even ashamed of themselves until they left port somewhere in northern Mexico after Frank disembarked threatening Graves with a lawsuit until he couldn’t be heard anymore standing on the pier flailing his arms. The captain had called the Mexican authorities advising them that he was evicting a foreign passenger, two policemen stood by watching the man’s antics and the tossing of his suitcase into the sea. They deemed him dangerous and took the multi-millionaire down and handcuffed him. That was the last they saw of him before he faded away from shore.
Kevin was taken out of the bidding match that evening; He would stay with Peter and Egan that night. Nor, of course, was he up for sale for a nooner. Egan took in $3,000 that afternoon, even pimped himself out to a national TV sports anchorman for a reasonable price. Ted was nice, who wanted nothing more than mutual oral sex.
A formal dinner in the six table dining room every bit, if not more elegant than the salon, didn’t include the boys. Egan enjoyed fillet mignon and lobster in the company of his host, Peter Graves, and listened to men talk business. The boys were on the top deck in their glory stuffing themselves with burritos. One might not have expected the boys to compare notes about the night prior, but all agreed that they felt safe after the day’s event. Egan was looking after them.
* * *
After dinner the bidding began in the salon. Not much less was the profits from the night before, Egan was happy to note. Men who had a boy the previous night bid on the same boy, or another. Egan realized then that the men were not equally rich; the ones that were rich flaunted it. He felt sorry for the other men, but if the rich continued to dominate the bidding process, the more the nooners would pick up, boys could do two or three in an afternoon if they indulged in the candy dish, which Egan encouraged.
* * *
That night, Egan, Kevin, and Peter settled into bed. Egan was sad that he didn’t have Aaron over for the night as he planned, maybe the next night. Kevin seemed to be over his trauma and was his usual giggly self. Kevin was just as enthralled to be in the company of Peter Graves, all American hero. Egan and Graves left his sore ass alone, but his mouth was quite functional and was well used. Peter liked Kevin’s four inch, cut cock and sucked the boy to orgasm while Egan fucked the star football player.
* * *
Meanwhile, back home, David Miller was entertaining a new boy, 13 year old Francisco. The boy was Latino, olive skinned, large brown eyes and cute as a button. Miller couldn’t wait to see the little beauty sitting in his living room completely naked. Francisco knew why he was there, after an interview. He was the middle of seven kids to a single mother each having a different father. The opportunity to make more money than he ever dreamed of was offered by Kyle who had arranged the meeting before he left on the cruise.
The boy was nervous as hell, his knees bounced and his palms were sweaty. Mr. Miller had given him a beer that he downed quickly without even realizing it, another was supplied and in his anxiety, he downed that one as well.
David told him of the financial potential and banking arrangements, the boy’s eyes lit up at the dollar figures Miller alluded to depending on Francisco’s availability, in other words, would he be missed for a night or two. Francisco advised David that he often stayed away from home for days at a time when his mom’s boyfriend was around. The man didn’t need an explanation, he surmised that Francisco and the boyfriend didn't get along.
David bluntly asked the kid if he had ever had sex with another guy. He hadn’t, but he admitted that he’d had a blowjob from an eighteen year-old girl recently, one of his older brother’s girlfriends who followed him into the bathroom and did him during a party. Somehow his brother found out and beat him up, the faint markings of a black eye attested to that.
“Did ya like the BJ?” David asked, knowing the answer.
“Fuck yeah!” the boy exclaimed, “It was awesome!”
“Well, you’ll be getting plenty of those… from men, though. And of course you’ll have to give blowjobs as well. Are you okay with that?”
Francisco didn’t hesitate, “Fuck yeah, I’ll do anything for money, --I guess.
“Take off your clothes, Francisco; I need to see you naked.”
The kid stood, kicked off his shoes, took of his dirty white socks. David noted that he would need to give the boy a pedicure; his toenails were long and cracked. His upper lip showed a juvenile moustache that would need shaving and long brown hair would need a trim as well. However, cosmetics weren’t an immediate concern.
Francisco removed his t-shirt next. David was impressed with the boy’s arms and chest and asked, “You work out?”
“Not really, but I am on the school swim team, --won three gold medals.” he said proudly as he unsnapped his jeans and pulled down the zipper lowering and pulling them off his feet.
David was very aroused at the sight of the boy standing in just his piss stained white briefs that had seen better days, probably hand-me-downs from older brothers. The elastic waist had long given up its purpose and sagged revealing a hint of brown pubic hair, the boy’s large genitals displayed weighing them down. He didn’t need to bend to remove them, they dropped to his ankles and he stepped out of them.
He was gorgeous. Three inches of flaccid, uncut cock were coddled between his well proportioned testicles, much too hairy for his age, but David would see to that, at least his legs weren’t all that hairy, regardless, a waxing would be necessary, no man wanted an over ‘ripe’ boy of thirteen.
It was time to test the waters; David lifted his ass off the lazy-boy chair and pulled his pants down to his knees. Francisco looked at the man’s erection and became nervous again when David summoned him over to kneel in front of him. He recalled his brothers always making vile comments about homos, fags, queers, and fudge packers, and he was about to become one himself. Fuck it, he was getting a hundred bucks for the interview, and in no uncertain terms, was told by his friend what that would entail.
Francisco had seen many guys naked, his brothers, of course, and kids in the shower at school, but never seen another guy with a hard on, -- a grown man nonetheless.
Mr. Miller’s cock looked ominous. Red and blue veins spiderwebbed the shaft, a huge knob at the end and testicals like eggs still in the shell displayed before his eyes. “Gross,” he thought taking it in his hand, and with all the bravery he could muster, and dollar signs in his eyes, he opened his mouth and took the head slowly working his mouth down.
Francisco sucked his thumb, a habit that he still enjoyed in the privacy of his bed without anyone seeing; He had to be careful as three of his brothers shared the bedroom in bunk beds. He expected Mr. Miller’s cock to taste like his thumb, skin and bones. The man’s cock tasted metallic, meaty, but not so bad. He mimicked what his brother’s girlfriend did to him, even fondling the man’s balls.
There were amateurs, and there were novices, Francisco, although never having sucked cock before was a novice. He knew instinctively what to do, as most guys miraculously did. With very little correction and instruction, Francisco was blowing him to the best of his ability. He would need more training, granted, but he would be a fine man-pleaser and asset to Boys-R-Us in the end.
Miller gave the kid his first taste of cum. He knew that Francisco wasn’t pleased that he came in his mouth. “If yer going to suck cock, you do it to the very end. What you do with it afterward is up to you, swallow or spit it out, but never stop sucking until the last drop is on our tongue.”
David took the kid to his bedroom, stripped off own clothes and settled between Francisco’s thighs. He had to work on it, but not long after, Francisco was sporting five thick inches of boy meat. Yes, he concluded, he would have to trim the bush and shave the balls clean, the kid was already sprouting hair on his nuts. An early bloomer with a very nice set of genitals, and once the kid was groomed properly, surely to be hit with the clientele seeking that type of boy.
Miller didn’t have the time to fuck Francisco; he had to pick Mark and another boy up for a three-way night with a German diplomat at the Sheraton’s penthouse suite. David didn’t particularly like looking after his son’s lucrative enterprise dropping off and picking up boys at all hours day and night, but it was the least he could do so that the boy could get away for a week, Egan deserved it, he admired his kid’s entrepreneurship.
* * *
One year later
Egan had thirty boys on the go, amazed at the demand from men of all walks of life. He had several hundred-thousand in ten bank accounts, bought a Porsche and a mini bus, the bus to transport and pick up the round clock activity. His father finally sat him down and suggested that he only cater to ONs: over nighters, as Egan was looking haggard
That meant cutting some boys, like Mark, who weren’t able to be available 24/7. He found that mid week was the most lucrative time as business men’s itineraries warranted. He picked up very tired boys and delivered them to school every day. Boys who weren’t missed at home, one less mouth to feed. Most kept a change of clothes at Egan’s place to shower and change, hardly ever seeing parents for days.
The cycle continued with Egan picking them up after school and dropping them off at homes and hotels. Once, he had twenty ONs and forgot one boy until the kid called him. Mr. Miller then built a computer program so encoded that it took Egan a week to figure out, as they kept no incriminating hard copy schedules. Everything was in his head. The ambiguous daily print out with boy names as numbers and tricks as letters and rendezvous points a combination of both.
03 (Frankie)
22-7 (10pm to 7AM)
jj (John Jenkins, client)
06-4032 (The Hilton code number 6, room 2304)
8H ($800 collect cash on delivery)
Egan was seeing Peter Graves on a regular basis. He would fly to LA most weekends and stay with the man at his luxury condo, sometimes taking Aaron. Peter would also visit Egan, more than welcomed by Mr. Miller in his home. One of David’s most memorable events was the first three way with Graves and his son. Like Egan, he could not believe that he was having sex with one of America’s most popular athletes.
Graves wasn’t the only gay or bisexual sports hero Egan had slept with at Peter’s home in LA. NHL hockey player great, Adam “Lightning Skate” Smithers autographed his ass with a magic marker; Egan couldn't wait to show his dad and Aaron that when he got home.
There was a basketball player and a famous young Olympic figure skater, go figure, a screaming queen who did in fact scream when Egan fucked him. A golf pro, a Puerto Rican baseball player cute as a button, and another football player for the Blues, Erwin Bishop, who brought along a chick to share. Egan actually enjoyed her, proving to himself that he wasn’t gay; or was it Erwin and Peter going at it beside him that kept him excited?
* * *
The internet demand for younger boys was undeniable, and the exorbitant fees that Egan and his dad threw back at the horny men to get a feel on price was never disputed. Offers of fifteen-hundred, to two-thousand dollars for a night with a 6 or seven year-old was alluring, almost double the price of a twelve year-old.
Egan turned to his whore boys and offered a $500 finders fee. They brought little brothers, cousins, and next door neighbour kids. Egan or his dad, or both interviewed the boys, each amazed at how easy it was to get into their pants. Boys of that age had no inhibitions and their natural curiosity of adult genitalia made it easy. The problem was keeping their attention focussed, taught to give damn good head, the young boys tended to get distracted quickly, bored, they would almost always turn to a cherished toy that they had bought, or found something in the bedroom amusing besides the cock they were sucking and balls they found a curious commodity as well.
Egan and his dad agreed, the embryos, as the referred to the youngsters, would have to be accompanied by an older boy for disciplinary reasons, as well as safety. Men could enjoy both if they wanted, the inflated price of a six year-old with a chaperone was non negotiable. Nor would men be permitted to fuck the embryos, both Egan and dad found out that penetration of little boys was extremely difficult and very painful not only for the little boy’s sake, unless you’ve ever tried shoving your cock into the neck of a coke bottle, then you’ll understand.
Egan was sound asleep curled up with Aaron very early one morning when his cell phone sounded a pre programmed tone. At first he awoke wondering what the strange sound was, he had never heard it since he programmed it over a year ago. A boy was in trouble and used his ‘alert’ bracelet. Checking the face of his phone he saw that it was 31, 20-8, at 31-3321 with trick FG. The new kid, Jerry, on his first ON at the Radisson Hotel, room 1233 staying with a Mr. Frank Germain until 0800. When it went off a second time in a matter of seconds, Egan confirmed in his mind that there was definitely a problem and went running into his dad’s room naked disturbing the man fucking eleven year-old Braden, cousin of whomever.
Together, they raced to the Radisson Hotel and pounded on suite 1233’s door. A very pissed off Mr. Germain answered the door stark naked ready to give whoever was disturbing him at 3:20am, however never got a word out before Mr. Miller crashed inside the room followed by Egan to find Jerry hog tied in the bed and another man fucking him. Egan had never seen his tough dad in action, and hoped to never see him in that agitated state again. Both men were literally beaten to a pulp while Egan untied the sobbing boy and whisked him naked down the elevator and through the lobby to the safety of his dad’s Lamborghini. When his dad finally came down, he threw $752 at Egan taken from the two men’s wallets as retribution. “What are they going to do? --Call the cops?” Miller asked.
On closer inspection at home, young Jerry was bruised from his back to his heels. How could men be so abusive? Mr. Miller was disgusted with himself, the man who recommended Germain was a long time client and he never checked his background, else Miller would have found the man was accused of the rape of a girl years earlier. He had let his son down, but more importantly, he had let little Jerry down for not doing his homework.
Egan took the distraught boy into his bed with Aaron who vaguely remembered Egan flying out of bed earlier and rather confused how Jerry ended up under the covers later on. Expecting Egan wanted sex, he groped the boy only to be reprimanded and his hand removed by Egan.
“Let him sleep.” Egan said, “He’s had a bad night.”
Aaron was kind of jealous seeing Egan cuddle Jerry. He wasn’t privy until the next day how the kid was abused by a trick who shared him with another pervert. Jerry asked to be released from the organization, and Egan granted him his wish.
It was the same boy whose injuries didn't go unnoticed by a vigilant mother and caused the boy-running enterprise to collapse. Jerry ratted on them. Told his mom everything and then the police. Life came to an abrupt end for Egan and his father; both are now serving time for prostitution and child sexual abuse.
THE END!
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