Date: Sat, 22 Jun 2019 18:42:43 -0500 From: gwen uni Subject: Mojo by Cutter09 gay adult/youth Please remember to donate to Nifty. The thousands of stories availble for your reading pleasure is provided by Nifty, so give a little and get a lot. Cutter09 http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html You can find more of my stories listed on the prolific authors page under Cutter09 MoJo Although the car is almost new, the AC seemed inadequate for the long lonely stretch of Arizona road I was traveling. I scanned the area as I drove, looking for a welcomed bit of shade to park under so I could check my map to be sure I wasn't completely lost. "GPS is great, but there is nothing like a good ol' fashioned map," my grandfather said as he tutored me in how to read one. I cursed myself for listening to the goddamned thing, and for choosing to drive instead of flying to San Antonio in the first place. There was nothing in sight for miles, and the only other traffic was a white van that passed me like a scalded dog, and that was twenty minutes previous. As I scanned the horizon I realized the sun and heat had taken its toll, because I thought I saw someone on the side of the road. It was obviously a mirage. Who in their right mind would be out on this road, in this heat, a hundred miles from any form of civilization? I slowed as I approached the mirage, just so I could confirm to myself that I needed medical attention, and would call for emergency services. Slowing to a snail's pace, I saw that the mirage was actually solid in form. That form, was just a kid, probably thirteen, fourteen tops. Shirtless, light shorts, tennis shoes, stumbling along the rocky roadside. I pulled the car off the road, and looked in my rearview mirror. You would think he would be happy that someone had stopped for him, and run full speed to get to the car. That wasn't the case. He continued his unsteady stroll, right up to, and passed my waiting car. "Hey!" I yelled at him as I jumped out. He didn't respond. Not even a turn of his head to look back at me. "Hey kid!" Again nothing. I jogged up to him, gripped his shoulder, turning him to face me. His vacant stare told me he wasn't all there. "You okay, kid?" It was a stupid question. He obviously wasn't okay. "What are you doing out here?" I asked, mostly to myself. "Come with me. I'll get you some help." Once in my car, I was able to study him a bit better. He couldn't have been in the sun for long, or he would be burnt to a crisp. His shoulders and face were only a little red,so he didn't walk to where I found him. The only plausible explanation was the white van that had passed me. But why drop a mere child in the middle of nowhere to be subject to sure death from exposure? Unless that was the purpose. If so, why not take him off the road, further into the desert, so he wouldn't be found? He was in no condition to put up much of a fight. Maybe the van driver wanted the boy found. He was a cute kid. Longish, unruly hair actually accentuated a beautiful face. Being on the small side, made judging his age difficult. But from his muscular development, not to mention the lump in his shorts, I would suspect somewhere in the midst of puberty. Just as I had thought when I first saw him. His far away stare, and non responsiveness, screamed drugs. Considering the circumstances, I would venture not self inflicted. Other than the obvious, he appeared in good shape. I steered the car back onto the road and began to process the situation. I could take him to the nearest hospital, and have a multitude of questions thrown at me, none of which I had answers to. I could locate the nearest police station, and have the same unanswerable questions, plus making myself a prime suspect in whatever the hell was going on. That was definitely not an option. Or, I could wait for him to come out of his drug induced coma, and answer the questions before making a decision. "In one and a half miles, turn left onto interstate 10," the GPS ordered, yanking me from my thoughts a few minutes later. The intersection was still in the middle of nowhere, but there was a gas station/motel on one corner. The gas station part appeared crowded, so I pulled in front of the motel office, hoping to avoid the kid being noticed. "What can I do you for?" asked the semi toothless desk clerk. Ignoring his obvious lack of English proficiency I asked, "Do you have any rooms available?" "Shore do. It's a single, that ok?" "Shore..Uh, sure. Do you have a newspaper?" "Yep. Feller left it cheer yestady," he drawled, slapping it on the counter. I signed my credit card receipt as he slid a plastic card across to me. "Here's yore key. Room ten, drecly cross the lot." The room wasn't much to speak of, but it looked clean, and thankfully the AC worked really well. I managed to extricate whatever his name is from the car and lead him into the room. Not bothering to turn down the bedding, I pushed him to sit on it, then another nudge had him prone. "Shit. What have I gotten myself into?" I said aloud. "Maybe I should have left you in the desert. I'm sure that would make a hell of an impression in med school if they found out. Yeah, fuck the Hippocratic oath. Let `em die." My guest's eyes were closed, so I assumed he wouldn't be wandering off. I walked over to the gas station to see if I could find something to eat. It was surprisingly busy, mostly motorist stopping for refreshments. Not having a way to heat a can of soup or pork and beans, I was happy to locate sandwiches. I passed on the slightly green hamburger and the tuna salad, but settled for ham and cheese. Back in the room, my hitherto unknown friend was still comatose. I ate my delicious (not) sandwich, and searched the newspaper for anything about a missing boy. Nothing. Darkness fell, and he was no better than before. I could only hope morning would bring good news. I laid down beside him, and he mumbled and turned to spoon in behind me. I assumed that was a sign that he would be coming down from the drugs soon. ********** It was light outside when I awoke. My bladder led me to the bathroom. My guest didn't wake when I got up, so I tried to rouse him. Gentle shaking did nothing. I needed answers, and I needed to get on with my life. He lay there unmoving. My curiosity got the better of me. Maybe I could get one answer out of the way. His age. Just a peek at his pubis would be an indicator, right. Hair, no hair, easy, I rationalized. Resting my hand on his smooth flat belly, I could feel his breathing, and even the beat of his heart. I slid it down to where his shorts' elastic waistband barely clung to his abdomen just below his navel. Taking a deep breath, I slipped my fingertips under. "No more...please...I can't." I guiltily jerked my hand away, silently vowing to cut off the offending appendage at first chance. His eyes weren't open, so I assumed it to be a subconscious response to whatever happened to him. That didn't ease my guilt any. I stepped back and stared at him, wondering what misfortune led to this. What did it all point to? White van, desert, drugged boy, subconscious pleas. Two hours later, he began to stir. Restlessly squirming, head tossing side to side. His eyes darted open, "Please...Please." Then he slumped back, and emptied his bladder. Well, better here, than in my car. "Wake up son," I whispered as I shook him gently again. His eyes jerked open, but his stare was still vacant. Slowly, he focused on my face. His expression changed. He glanced around the room, before slowly sitting up. "Did I wet myself?" he asked when noticing his shorts. "I'm afraid so. What's your name, son?" He was clearly searching for an answer. "I... I don't know. Do you?" Not a good sign. "What's the last thing you remember?" "Uh... I... let's see..." There was a long pause, then he burst into tears. "Why can't I remember anything?" Another bad sign. "It's okay. It'll come back to you," I said hopefully, trying to comfort him. "Let's get you cleaned up." I helped him from the bed and into the bathroom. "Why don't you take a nice shower, and maybe rinse out those shorts while you're in there. I'll find you something to wear." Having planned a leisurely drive to San Antonio, I had two bags of clothes in my trunk. I dug through one and pulled out the shorts I wear when I'm doing nothing but hanging around the house. They have a drawstring on the waist, so maybe they will suffice. Entering the room, I heard the shower running. The bathroom door was open, so I stepped in. Damn, there was a shower curtain, not a glass enclosure. "I'll leave these shorts on the counter for you," I called, loud enough for him to hear me over the running water. I paced the bedroom as I waited for him. I heard the water shut off, and a few minutes later he emerged from the bathroom. His hair was slicked back from his face, though uncombed. The shorts hung almost to his knees, and were only held up by gathered material clenched in his hand at the waist. "Feeling better?" He nodded, then added, "These don't fit too well." "It's the smallest thing I've got, so it'll have to do. Let's get on the road." "On the road? To where?" he asked. "Out of here. Get your shoes on, while I start the car." He came out of the room and sat in the car. I pulled up to the gas pumps. "Wait here, I'll be right back." After paying, I tossed a sandwich and a couple of cold drinks into the car, then pumped my gas. When I got back in, he was eating the sandwich. I noticed he must have let go of the gathered waistband to open the sandwich package. The material drooped around his lap, exposing most of his pubis. The slightly paler skin looked very appealing. I could just make out a few sparse hairs at the edge of the material, which still concealed his boyhood. I steered the car onto I10 east, trying not to look at the best scenery around... his lap. He finished his sandwich, and just stared out the window. Breaking the silence a few minutes later. "Why am I so messed up? I can't remember anything." "That's not true. You're actually pretty lucky." "How do you figure that?" he asked in surprise. "Well, let's see. You can speak, so you remember English. You remembered how to shower and put on clothes. You know how to eat. Yesterday, you couldn't even do that much, so you've shown improvement. If you were completely messed up, you'd just be drooling on yourself." "Yesterday? What happened yesterday?" "Uh... Well, I found you walking down the road in the middle of nowhere. You could have died from exposure, so you got some strong mojo working for you." He folded his arms across his chest and turned back toward the window. I chanced another peek at his lap. That pale skin, wispy hairs, and promise of what lie below, caused me to lick my lips. It was my misfortune that he also remembered his modesty, and adjusted the shorts. "Yes, some very powerful mojo working. In fact, I'm going to call you Mojo until we find out otherwise." "What should I call you?" Mojo asked. "Travis." "Well, Travis, what do we do now?" "I'm headed to San Antonio. Along the way, maybe your memory will come back. When it does, I'll get you to where you're supposed to be." "And if it doesn't?" "We'll cross that bridge when we come to it." "We're headed east toward Texas, so where are we, New Mexico?" "Arizona. See, you know geography too. Things are looking up," I said sounding hopeful. "How did you know we were headed east?" "The sun rises in the east. It's morning, and the sun is in front of us," he reasoned. Then chuckled and said, "Besides, we passed a sign saying I10 east." I couldn't let him get the better of me. "So now you can read and be a smartass too. Much improved from yesterday." A little further down the road, he shifted in his seat. The loose material shifted too, and exposed about an inch of the base of his teen meat. I couldn't help but glance at it occasionally. Unfortunately, he soon noticed his display, and adjusted the material. "Why are you going to Texas?" Mojo asked. So I told him about my grandfather giving me this car for a graduation present when I finished at Rice in Houston. I was supposed to live with him while I went to UT Health Science Center. But my grandfather passed away. He left me his house there, so I still have a place to live, just no grandfather to keep me company.. "I'm sorry about your grandfather. Were you close to him?" "Yes, pretty close. I spent most summers there, and we'd do all kinds of things together." A tear gathered, and rolled down his cheek. "I wish I had a grandfather." "Maybe you do, and I bet you have a wonderful relationship with him." "What the hell was I doing out in the middle of no place?" "I don't know but I think a white van may have something to do with it." His eyes flew open wide. "A white van? Like a dry cleaner or plumber would use?" "Yes, but no business was advertised on the side of it. Do you remember one like that?" "Yes and no. I just get a feeling of dread when I picture it in my head." "At least that's something. If it doesn't bother you too much, try to concentrate on it. Maybe it will spark a memory." In Phoenix, I stopped at Walmart. I parked at the far corner of the lot. "Stay here, I'll run in and get you some clothes. You don't happen to know your size, do you?" Mojo shook his head. "I didn't think so. I'll leave the air on for you, just don't steal my car." I ran in and picked up a few things for him, even though I would have preferred he stay in my ill fitting shorts. There was always a chance they would drop off. I handed him four bags. "I guessed at your size, I hope something will fit you." He pulled out a shirt and some light weight shorts. "There's a package of underwear at the bottom of that bag." "Thank you for being so nice to me. I already owe you my life." "Nonsense. You'd have done the same if our roles were reversed." He put on the pullover shirt, then looked around to see if anyone was nearby. Then, to my delight, he slid the ill fitting shorts off. I don't know if he heard my breathing stop, or my heart pounding in my chest, as my eyes beheld the most wondrous sight. His hefty teen cock lay atop equally hefty balls. It was that pure color that only comes with youth, about four inches long, even though it was limp, with a nice plump head. I couldn't get my breath, as he slowly opened the package of underwear. Then took the time to remove store tags from the shorts, before finally bending to slip his feet into the briefs. Time stood still as he pulled them up his legs, and when they were at his thighs, he lifted his butt off the car seat, bringing his beautiful package even closer to my face. My eyes were trained on his full basket, while he donned the shorts. When his underwear disappeared into the shorts, I finally started to breath again. I adjusted my hard cock, then glanced at his face. He was looking at me, and smiled. "Do you think anyone else saw that?" Mojo asked. "Um... No, I don't think so." "Good." "You could've waited till we stopped for the night." "Yes, I could have," he replied with a smile. On the other side of Phoenix, we stopped to eat. Even though there was mystery lurking all around him, he was a great dining companion. He of course couldn't tell me much about his life, well actually nothing, but I told of mine. He listened with interest, and even made a few jokes about his situation. After an enjoyable meal, we got back on the road. "We're in no hurry, would you like to stop for the night, or keep driving?" I asked my new friend. "You've got the car keys, I'm just along for the ride." I found a decent looking motel, and got us a room. "Two beds this time. Just in case you decide to pee on it again," I joked. "Sure, go ahead. Make fun of the drugged kid with bladder issues. Sort of low hanging fruit for a college grad don't you think," he defended. "See what I mean. You're obviously smart. What kid your age says things like that?" "My age? Hell, I don't even know what that is." He sat quietly for a minute. "So Doc, what's the diagnosis? Am I ready for the Loony bin?" "Certainly not. I'm not a doctor yet, and that wouldn't be my field of study. But if I had to guess, I'd say you had some form of amnesia caused by a traumatic episode and aggravated by drugs. It's like your brain's self defence mechanism has kicked in. I would guess that once your mind has been able to process things and come to grips with it, you'll be back to normal." "What if my normal isn't good? What if I'm a complete asshole?" he worried. "Mojo, I doubt that. Whatever happened to you, your mind couldn't accept. If you were a bad person, experiencing something bad would have been expected. Let's say for example, um...you like knife fighting. You would expect to get cut once in a while. It just goes with the territory. Whatever happened, went so against your grain, your mind blocked it out." "I sure hope you're right. I don't want to wake up to find I'm Hitler reincarnate. But what about everything before this horrific event? Why have I blocked that out too?" "I guess we'll find out when your ready." "It's still pretty early. Can I go for a walk and look around?" "Sure. Just don't get lost, My rule is, one rescue per person." While Mojo was out, I decided to take a shower. I grabbed some things from the car first then jumped in. This is the usual time I take matters into hand, and I did. Mojo's earlier display in the forefront of my stroke fantasy was enlightening. I wondered what his cock looked like when fully erect. I imagined taking it in my hand and stroking it. Feeling the silky hardness in my fingers, watching his face as I took it into my mouth. Oh my god. That did it for me. I shot a huge load when I realized I wanted to suck his dick. I wanted to taste him. As I toweled off, I wondered why, at my age, was I just now discovering I wanted to suck dick. I'd had a few dates in high school, not many though. I was busy trying to graduate two years early, at sixteen. I'd kissed a few girls, even had my hands on a couple of titties, before going off to Rice. Of course my years at Rice were also spent studying. I'm the only person I know to graduate college still a virgin. I had always told myself there was plenty of time for that, once I found the right girl. Suddenly I discover it wasn't a girl I was looking for. It was a teen boy. A very beautiful teen boy, but a boy just the same. I slipped into my boxers and turned on the tv. I wasn't interested in watching it, I just wanted some noise in the room while I thought about my epiphany. I was just sitting on the bed a few minutes later when Mojo came back. "Have a nice walk?" "Yeah, I guess. I stopped at the convenience store on the corner, and looked through their maps and postcards to see if anything jogged my memory. Nothing did. I guess I'm not from around here," he said sounding a bit discouraged. He went into the bathroom and a minute later I heard the shower start. My mind went immediately to how he must look in there. Water cascading down his petite body, his teen cock swinging to and fro as he washed his hair. Shit. I had to stop this. He's just a little kid. Only about five foot one or two. Couldn't weigh more than about a hundred pounds, if that much. But it seemed five of those pounds was swinging between his legs. The water shut off, and a minute later Mojo exited. Still damp, hair slicked back, towel around his waist. He looked so fucking sexy. He sat on the other bed directly opposite me. "What are you watching?" "I wasn't really. Just had it on for company. Change the channel if you want to." I handed him the remote, and he switched channels until he found something that interested him. Then he casually put one foot up on the bed, looking between his toes as if he was inspecting them for fungus or something. This maneuver made the towel part and separate completely, placing him totally on display. The object of my desire laid before my eyes, three feet in front of me. I could only stare as he continued to inspect his feet as if I wasn't there. It was like a steak to a starving man. A nice, plump, juicy steak that was just crying out to be devoured. He changed positions to inspect the other foot. That cock just flopped to the other side, calling out "See how tasty I look. Maybe you'd like to run your tongue on these nuts for a minute." He stood up, the towel staying on the bed behind him, and strolled naked across the room to where his bag of clothes were. As I watched him, I took the opportunity to try to hide my erection. Not easy to do with an eight inch iron bar. He came back to stand in front of me, and at a glacial pace, stepped into his briefs and pulled them up to cover my newest obsession. God! Even then he was the sexiest thing on the planet. That bulge was like a beckoning promise of what it hid. His eyes were on my lap when I glanced at his face. He probably thought I must be some kind of pervert. He'd be right too, if he knew what I was thinking. I quickly dove under the covers. "I'm going to sleep so we can get an early start. Good night." I didn't get much sleep, and when I did, my dreams were only about the nasty things I wanted to do to Mojo. I felt so guilty. The poor kid had been through something terrible, and all I could do was think about sucking his dick. ******* I still felt like a worthless piece of shit when I woke up in the morning. Then I saw Mojo laying in his bed, only half covered. His lower half wasn't visible, but I still lusted after him. He stirred and woke up. Rolling into a sitting position, he stretched his arms high above his head, then stood. The covers fell away, and his morning wood was quite evident in his tight briefs. Instantly, I was the pervert again, as he stretched way back, thrusting that stuffed package out towards me. Then I watched his butt jiggling as he went to the bathroom. I was even more of a pervert. I wanted to fuck his shapely butt too. I feigned sleep as Mojo returned from his morning piss. I heard him step close to my bed. He must have been watching me `sleep'. After a minute I felt his hand on my belly maybe an inch from my straining erection. "Travis," he said in a low tone.. "Travis," he repeated. "Huh... what? Is something wrong?" I pretended to wake. "No. Um... I just thought you wanted to get an early start." "Oh yeah... Yes I do." As I tried to sit up, Mojo's lingering hand bumped my hard cock, sending electric jolts through my body. I grabbed some clothes and went to the bathroom. I'm sure Mojo got an eyeful of the tent in my boxers on the way. Mojo started out the motel room door, and stopped dead in his tracks. The color drained from his face as he stood in terror. There was a white van parked right in front of our door. "Is it the same van?" I asked him. Mojo pulled himself together a bit then said, "I... I don't think so. This one's older looking." Just then the door next to us opened. A man wearing work uniform with the name of a delivery service stepped out. "Good Morning." "Yes, it is a good morning," I replied. He got into the van as we put our stuff in the back of my car. "So, you do remember a white van." I said a few minutes down the highway. "Yes. And inside there was a big metal box ... like a cage, with carpet all around the inside of it. I remember being in the dark, feeling that carpet surrounding me like a cocoon. But not in a good way. It meant something bad was going to happen." He didn't say another word until we stopped to eat in Tucson, and only then to tell the waitress what he wanted. I felt it best not to push him, so I left him alone with his thoughts. The next stop was El Paso. When I pulled into a motel Mojo said, "El Paso is in Texas right?" "Yes." "Can't we just go on to San Antonio instead of stopping?" "Texas is a big state. It's another six or seven hundred miles to San Antonio. I promise we'll leave really early, and I'll get you there tomorrow evening." Mojo nodded and gave me a slight smile. I let him go first in the shower, and fortunately he wasn't wearing just a towel when he came out. Unfortunately, he was only wearing briefs which had the same effect on me. I beat my cock into submission while in the shower as usual. Then entered the bedroom to find him standing in his underwear, eyes glued to the tv. "What's that?" he asked. I looked at the tv and chuckled. "It's a commercial for boner pills. I don't think you'll need those for a long time yet." "Boner pills?" "For guys who have trouble getting the old motor running." Mojo just stood there with a blank look on his face, so I tried to clarify. "They take them so they can ..." "I know what you meant. Are there other pills that look like that?" "Not that I know of. They're pretty distinctive." Without a word, he turned and crawled into bed. *********** It was still dark outside when we left El Paso. Tension was thick in the air, even though the entire drive was in silence. I stopped for gas, and Mojo shook his head declining something to eat. We passed through the Texas hill country, and soon San Antonio was looming around us. "I always thought San Antonio was like a one horse town or something," Mojo said as he looked around. "Nope. Last I heard, it's the seventh largest city in the country." I turned onto an innocent looking street off Blanco Road. Around a curve we came to a gatehouse. "Hi Sam," I said to the guard. "Travis! Long time no see. How've you been man?" "Pretty good. You?" "Fine, fine. My daughter gave me another grandson. Oh shit... I was sorry to hear about you grandpa." "Thanks Sam. I got into UT Health Science Center, so I'll be living here for a while." "Good to know. I'll tell security that the house is occupied again so they won't shoot ya." "That would be nice. See you Sam." The iron gates opened onto Greystone Ridge, revealing it's large homes. "Jesus! Your grandfather lived here?" "Yeah. He loved San Antonio and built the house here when he retired. I was just a kid at the time, and I think he expected to have more grandchildren, but that didn't happen. Grandmother passed away one summer while I was here. He and I had always been close, and that just brought us closer. I spent every summer, and most holidays here." I pulled into the four car garage and had to nudge Mojo to get him out of the car. I punched in a code on the panel by the door, and we entered. Leading him through the house, Mojo just stared in shock as I flipped on lights in each room. Then out to the patio, where the large pool and cabana dominated the backyard. "What's that?" Mojo asked pointing to the right. "A putting green. Grandfather loved golf. And over there is the tennis court. He used to let me win, but he loved playing with me." I scrounged up some canned soup for our dinner. Mojo was deep in thought as we ate. Later I led him to one of the guest rooms. As I turned to leave he asked, "Where are you sleeping?" "In the master suite, just down the hall." "Can I stay with you? I don't want to be alone." "I don't think... " "Please," he asked cutting me off. After a quick shower each, Mojo joined me in my bed wearing only his briefs. He snuggled close to me, laying his head on my chest. "Are you okay?" I asked. He sniffled a bit, and I realized he was crying. "What's wrong? Why the tears?" "You've been so good to me. I wanted to be good for you too," he sobbed. "You have behaved excellently under horrible circumstances. I couldn't ask for a better behaved boy." "I don't mean it like that. I've seen how you look at me. I'm not blind or stupid. That first morning I thought that you... well... you were going to hurt me. Then I realized you just wanted to help. You've never done anything to me even though you wanted to." "Oh Mojo, I'm sorry. I didn't intend to... " He cut me off again. "I know you wouldn't. So I was sort of looking forward to getting to San Antonio. I was going to... well, it doesn't matter now. Since I saw that commercial for boner pills, I've been remembering things." "That's great! What do you remember?" "Things I've done. Bad things." He started sobbing again. "Baby, I'm sure you didn't do anything so terrible it can't be worked out." "I did. Lots of things. I had to. They made me. They kept giving me pills and said they'd hurt me if I didn't." "Pills? Like the boner pills?" I asked. "Those and a lot of others too." "Why would they give you boner pills?" I asked in confusion. Mojo set up and looked at me, hung his head in shame. I set up too and lifted his chin to look at his face. "What is it baby?" Tears streamed down his face. "So I would perform." He read the expression on my face. "I wouldn't do what they wanted at first. So they gave me more pills and didn't feed me. I don't know how long later, they gave me the boner pills, and tied me to a chair. My dick was so hard, and I couldn't do anything about it. They just kept giving me all kinds of pills until I finally said I'd do it. "That's when they first put me in the van cage. Next thing I know I'm on a bed with a little girl. She couldn't have been more than eight years old. There were lights and cameras and I was rock hard and desperate. They told me to fuck her or they'd kill us both." He hung his head crying again. "I did it Travis. I fucked that poor little girl. I fucked her hard too. Even after I shot my stuff in her, I kept fucking her. It must have been a couple of hours I did everything they told me to do to her. Then they put me back in that van cage. "Afterward they gave me a sandwich and a glass of milk. I remember sitting at a table gobbling down that sandwich completely nude and still hard. One of them said I was natural porn star." "Oh Baby. You had no choice. They drugged you and forced you to have sex with that little girl." "I know. But that wasn't the only time. Sometimes they'd take me in the van, other times it was where the kept me locked up. More pills and more kids. Boys and girls. Sometimes more than one. Younger, older, sometimes I was on top sometimes not. Once there was four of us boys, and one girl around ten years old. I was the youngest boy, and we all fucked her. Another time, two younger boys fucked me. Well they tried to anyway. They had little dicks and couldn't get too far in. Another time, there was this woman. She looked like hammered shit. They told me to fuck my `mother'. It wasn't my mother, thank god. While I was doing that, some man who was supposed to be Daddy came in and caught us. He got naked and joined us. He put a toy in my butt while I fucked his `wife'." I was near tears too, just listening to it all. "How long did this go on?" "I don't know. A couple of months I guess. I probably made a hundred movies for them. Some were just me jerking off, or another boy and I wrestling, or sucking each other. It's all so jumbled up. They just kept giving me drugs. Lots of drugs, and lots of boner pills. I really didn't want to do those things. I swear." There was a long pause as he watched my face. "Please don't hate me. I couldn't stand it if you hated me." "I could never hate you." He jumped into my arms, throwing me backwards onto the bed. We lay there quietly, not moving, hardly even breathing. I could feel his basket of goodies on my side. "Travis... My mom sold me." Mojo whispered. Shit. what an awful thing to deal with. His mother sold him to a kiddie porn ring who kept him drugged and horny for their own gain. No wonder he had amnesia. We fell asleep, Mojo clinging to me as if his very life depended on it. I guess, to him, it did. I was the only stable thing in his life. ********* We needed food, so that was first on our list the next morning. I've never liked grocery shopping, but it was fun with Mojo. Yes, we bought too much, but it was worth it to see how happy it made him. I guess he's never had much, certainly not the last few months. After depositing the groceries at home, I took him to North Star Mall, and turned him loose. He was hesitant at first, but soon got into the spirit. Back home while he put his new things away, I made us some dinner, and served it poolside. I could see he was less tense about things. Having unburdened himself seemed to help. When the sun went down, we took a walk around the neighborhood. I pointed out houses that local sports and television stars lived in. As I opened the front door upon our return, Mojo asked, "May I sleep with you again tonight? I know it's crazy to have this big house and only use one bedroom, but I..." "Mojo, you can sleep with me as long as you feel you need to." When he came out of the bathroom after his shower, he was only wearing briefs again. "I guess you didn't pick up any pajamas while you were shopping today." He looked at my boxers and said, "Doesn't look like you own any either." Under the covers with his arms wrapped around me I decided to find out a little more. I didn't really want to pressure him, but his memory was key in helping him recover. "How much do you remember now?" "Almost all of it. I mean most of the time I was too drugged, but I still remember a lot." "Do you know what kind of drugs they gave you?" "I heard them mention Ecstasy and something like Robital." "Rohypnol?" "Yeah that was it. And a couple of others, plus the boner pills." "You mentioned your mom. Do you remember her?" "I remember everything about my life before. Kinda wish I didn't. She sold me, like a piece of meat. I remember the day this guy came to our trailer. At first he just looked at me. Then he grabbed my crotch. He wanted to check out the goods, so he made me strip right there in front of my mom. He liked the fact that I'm small but have a nice size dick. Paid her five thousand in cash." "She should have called me. I would have out bid him." Mojo chuckled. "Thanks Travis. I wish she had." I wondered what he was holding back. It was obvious there was a lot to this. "So most of the time you were drugged, what about when you weren't? "They kept me in this room with cinderblock walls. It must have been in an old factory or warehouse. There was a cot and a bucket. That's about it. I had to sit on the floor to eat, which wasn't often. Thank God for Ortega." "Ortega?" "Yeah, he was one of them, not too bright though so not the leader. He'd bring me an extra sandwich or cupcake once in a while if I let him play with me. I think he liked me, and probably was the one who dropped me off on the road to be found, instead of in the middle of the desert. It makes sense that after he passed you he had to know you would see me. I'm thankful for that much." "Well, if they ever get caught, we'll put in a good word for Ortega. You said he played with you?" I was curious as to what extent. "Yes. I was really hungry so I didn't try to stop him as he fondled me and stuff. He didn't do much, and I got something to eat just to sit there." That mental image had me instantly hard. I couldn't blame Ortega for wanting to molest Mojo. I wanted to also. "Let's get some sleep. The Fletchers will be here tomorrow." "Fletchers?" "They take care of the house and lawns and stuff like that." ************** "Oh Travis, I'm so sorry about your grandfather. But it's good to have you home," Dolly Fletcher said. "Good to be home too. If only under better circumstances," I said, giving her a hug. "This is my friend Mojo. He'll be staying with us for a while." Mojo extended his hand but Dolly swooped him into her arms. "Any friend of Travis's is family here, give me a hug." Dolly dragged him around with her most of the day. Bending his ear with tales of my youthful escapades. After dinner, we were playing pool in the game room. "Did you really get caught breaking into a house with a girl?" Mojo asked. "Remind me to fire Dolly. No, we weren't breaking in. The house across the street was under construction, and had no windows yet. We were already in the house, and I had my hand on a tit for the first time, when security caught us. It was Sam at the gatehouse. He let us go, didn't even tell her parents. He's been giving me shit about it ever since. But he's been a good friend too. Pulled his gun on some guys chasing me once. Scared the shit out of them. He thinks he's my bodyguard or something, god love him." "What happened with you and the girl?" "Nothing. She dumped me like a hot rock. From what I heard, she gave up her cherry to the quarterback a week later. I didn't get my hand on another tit until my sixteenth birthday party, right out back in the cabana. A few weeks later, I was off to college." "You graduated from high school at sixteen?" "Well actually, I walked across the stage as valedictorian at fifteen, a week before school was officially over. Flew here to be with grandfather for the summer, and had my birthday here." Mojo was in my bed again that night. He was telling me more about his life before the `incident', and began crying again. "Everybody has bad things happen in their lives, Mojo. It allows us to appreciate the good times more." "Elliot," he said. "What?" "My name is actually Elliot. My mom had a thing for the movie "E.T." "Ok. Elliot then." "No. I like it when you call me Mojo. You're the best thing that ever happened to me. You named me Mojo, and that is what I want to be called. The bitch that named me Elliot sold me." I kissed the top of his head. "You'll always be my Mojo." He was quiet for a minute then asked, "Did you go off to college still a virgin then?" "Yes." "So when did you lose your virginity?" "Um... I'll let you know when it happens." He lifted his head from my chest, looking at me in shock. "You're joking, right?" I shook my head. His face reddened, and he turned away from me scooting to the opposite edge of the bed. I touched his shoulder, and he jerked away from me. "Why are you mad at me?" I asked. "I"m not mad at you. I'm mad at myself." He quietly began to sob again. I let it drop assuming he just needed to deal with some things. ******* I had enough information now to get things started. I spent much of the next day on the phone with various people. I hardly saw Mojo as he helped the Fletchers around the house. "Dolly said you never had any girlfriends except the one she caught you with in the cabana at your birthday party," Mojo said after our evening showers. "Yeah. I still think she would have let me go further if Dolly hadn't interrupted us." "Is that what you wanted?" Mojo asked. "I thought so at the time. But now..." I let it lie there unfinished. He moved his head from my shoulder, down to my chest. "If I weren't here, you could bring lots of female med students home with you." "Are you going somewhere?" "No. Well, I guess you could have them anyway, even with me here. I can sleep someplace else. I don't mind if that's what you want." "I said you can sleep with me as long as you feel you need to. No girl is going to change that." His finger began tracing the trail of hair down my belly. When it reached my navel, he dipped in then out and further down to the waistband of my boxers. "If I weren't here, would you be wearing these?" "Probably not. I got used to sleeping nude back in college." "Can... can we try that? While keeping our midsections covered, we both lifted our hips and slid our underwear off, and threw them to the side of the bed. He laid his head back on my chest, and snuggled close. I could feel his erection against my hip, as we first made contact without the hindrance of clothing. His arm went around my torso and he moaned. "Mmm, I knew it would feel like this with you." "It feels great for me too," I admitted. A minute later I felt a tear drop onto my chest. "I'm sorry I did all those things. I wish I had met you first." "Baby. Don't cry. You're with me now. No one is going to hurt you." "I know. It's just that I'm used now. Before you found out what I've done, you wanted me. I could tell. Now, I'm not innocent anymore, I'm not a virgin. All those kids, and I even let Ortega... Dolly said that girl was really cute. I bet she was a virgin. I know you wanted her. Soon you'll be going to med school and all those girls will be throwing themselves at you. You don't want me now, I've been used." "If I wanted a virgin, I'd have to go to Pennsylvania and get an Amish girl to find one my age. And she probably wouldn't be attractive." I brought his hand down to my erection. "Does that feel like I don't want you?" "No. But what about all the things I did? It's disgusting to think about, I'm so ashamed of myself," Mojo lamented. "You did nothing wrong. You were forced to do those things, it's not something you wanted to do. You survived and that's all that matters. The only question that remains is, what do you want now?" "I just want a normal life. You know. School, friends, drive in movies. Just normal shit." "Well it will be hard to find a drive in movie these days, but the rest is possible." I informed him with a chuckle. "How? How is it possible? I can't go back to that bitch that sold me. I'd either run away or kill her." "I don't think it will come to that. For now, just try to take care of yourself. You've been through a lot." "You have a nice body," Mojo said giving my cock a squeeze under the covers. "Not as nice as yours." "Your dick is bigger than mine," he pointed out. "I didn't know we were having a contest. But yours is beautiful, and still growing." "Do you really think it's beautiful?" "I've thought so since the first time I saw it when you changed clothes in the car." Mojo chuckled a little. "I wanted you to see it. I was hoping you would want to... you know, do something." "I definitely did. So you were teasing me on purpose?" "Yeah sorta. That night I flashed you again, but you still didn't touch me." "I didn't want to scare you or make you do anything you didn't want to do." "So, if I said it was ok, what would you do?" "This," I said as I ducked under the covers. I quickly found his cock with my mouth. I was sucking a dick for the first time, And it was a beautiful teen boy's dick. I took it down to the root, with the head tickling the back of my throat. I palmed his balls as I sucked, making a mental note to myself to tongue them when I get the chance. Mojo moaned above me as I moved up and down his shaft. I loved hearing the pleasure in his moans, knowing I was the cause of it. He is so beautiful, it was a gift to be able to please him. I guess I did alright for my first time. In a couple of minutes Mojo moaned out, "I'm gonna cum." I felt his shaft throb as it delivered my creamy reward, which I savored as long as I could before swallowing it. We fell asleep holding each other, after he softened in my mouth. The next morning I spent several hours on the phone in my grandfather's study, while Mojo followed the Fletchers around. I guess I have to try to think of it as my study now, but I really miss my grandfather. I wondered what he would do in this situation. I don't think he would just call the cops and let them handle it. He would probably do the same thing I did. Call Mojo's mother. The rest of the day, I was beside myself with worry. Mojo needed closure and to get on with his life. I had my whole life ahead of me as well. I had plans. First Med school, then a few years of slave labor till I could start my own practice or at least get into a partnership. This business with Mojo was a drain on my attention. I couldn't concentrate on anything else with it hanging over my head. At around eleven o'clock Mojo followed me to my room. We undressed and showered separately. Then went to bed nude. From the time we started to undress, til Mojo toweled his hair dry in front of me, I couldn't take my eyes off him. His flat belly, slim hips, and swinging dick taunted me. I wanted him desperately. When we slipped between the sheets, I reached for him. More precisely, I reached for his teen cock. "Will you do something for me?" Mojo asked. "I was planning to," I answered. "Not that. Will you make love to me?" Mojo corrected. "You mean... ?" "Yes. I want you," he said pulling a bottle of hand cream from the bedside drawer. Preparing his butt was in itself a gift. I'd never had such intimate contact with anyone, well, except for the blowjob I gave him. His cheeks parted for my finger work, accepting, even welcoming the intrusion. I kissed each glorious globe as I inserted another finger. When he was ready, I had him lie on his back so I could look at his face as I entered him. I watched the slightly pained expression turn to passion as I went balls deep in him. His primal grunts and moans were music to my ears. Then he wrapped his legs around me, pulling me deeper into his core. Mojo professed his love for me and my cock as I pounded him into the mattress. I admitted I loved him too. I felt guilty about taking advantage of him as I said it. In a few days, he may hate me. I continued to stroke into him. He replied with thrusts of his own, and spurting his cream between our bellies. That set me off, and I unloaded as deeply as possible inside him. The next week was like a dream. A wet dream. Mojo and I couldn't keep our hands off each other, except for when the Fletchers were around. We managed to keep up appearances then. As soon as they were gone, it was a sexual free for all. He may have had more experience than I, but I certainly made up for it in enthusiasm. And I was very enthusiastic about his teen body. There wasn't an inch of him that hadn't received attention from my tongue or cock. He covered a lot of real estate on my body as well. In bed, it was like we were a finely tuned machine. Our parts well oiled and meshing perfectly, without thought. I loved it and so did Mojo. But all good things must come to an end. I sent Mr. Fletcher to pick up the wicked witch of the west from the airport. "Mrs. Buckley, It's a pleasure to meet you," I said extending my hand to the dumpy woman with three inches of dark roots in her over bleached hair. "So you're the man that found my little boy? I've been worried sick about him since he disappeared,' she said unconvincingly. "I'm sure you have. He was such a beautiful boy too. I'm afraid he's not the same boy now though. He's had quite a time of it." "You mentioned on the phone you were interested in uh..." "Continuing the same treatment he had been getting when I found him. And you said you lacked the means to allow his absence. Even though I sometimes have to restrain him to receive his treatment, I'm willing to compensate you for your trouble." "You also said something about cash?" she inquired. "Yes. if I can continue. .. Let's cut the crap, Mrs Buckley. I'll give you ten thousand dollars for him. Just sign this, awarding guardianship over to me." "Looking around at this place I think you can make me a better offer," the bitch said. "Ok, I'll make it twenty. But he's mine. You never make claim to him again." "Deal." She signed the forms as I retrieved the cash from a nearby drawer. "Nice doing business with you." She was practically salivating over the money in her hands. Then the police officers entered. "You're under arrest for human trafficking, child abuse, child endangerment, and anything else I can come up with," said District Atorney Mendoza, an old friend of my grandfather's. Mojo glared at her as he came into the room. "You fucking bitch. How could you?" then he spit on her. As the officers led her away, Mojo collapsed into my arms sobbing. "Do you think this is going to work?" I asked Mendoza. "You have her signature, and I'll sign on the witness line and file the paperwork as soon as I get back to the courthouse. I won't file charges on her til tomorrow, and it'll be a few days before her arraignment. It'll be legal by then." "You mean... I get to stay here with you?" Mojo asked. "Yep, You're mine now. Didn't you hear." I said giving an evil cackle. Epilogue: Mrs Buckley turned on and testified against the gang of child pornographers for a reduced sentence, but she'll still be quite old when she gets out. Because of her statement, fifteen people were arrested on various charges. Ortega was considered for reduced sentence, but because of his molestation of Mojo and several other kids, he received the full measure of the law. It's funny the things life has in store for us. I started med school the youngest in my class. I never dated any of the other students as Mojo expected. I didn't need to. Mojo never left my bed. 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