Date: Tue, 20 Mar 2007 00:26:44 -0700 (PDT) From: Randy Craig Subject: Mr. Johnson's Boys part 1 Pablo hesitated at the door. He was standing in the entryway of the largest house he had ever seen. The door alone was impressively huge, with its elegantly carved design and dragon figurines entwined around the pillars on each side. As Pablo was small for a 12 year old he felt particularialy dwarfed by the foyer. Pablo was smartly dressed and he knew he did not look out of place. Mr. Johnson had seen to that. The almost pure white suit fitted him perfectly and contrasted nicely with his fine hispanic features. Mr. Johnson had said that he was a little old to be starting with his agency, but his small size and delicate features had made him an acceptable canidate in the end. As he stood there on the doorstep, he hesitated yet a bit longer, yealding just a bit to the butterflies that had his stomach in knots. He knew when he entered the building his life would change, just as it had already changed so much this week already. up until 8 days ago Pablo lived like so many others in the squalid slum on the outskirts of Mexico City. His family had consisted of 2 older siblings and 5 younger. There was no house really, just some corragated metal leaning up against the side of yet another slum dwelling. There was no floor, just urin smelling dirt. The ragged clothing he wore was worn both night and day as it was the only clothing he had. The families only income was the money Pablo and his brothers begged from the passerbys. This could have been enough had their father not used most to keep himself sloppily drunk. The father was not a happy drunk either, but rather the kind who got meaner the drunker he got. Humiliating the kids' mother seemed to be a favorite pastime of his. More than once pablo and his siblings had watched as their father had hit their mother as she submissively hung her head. Pablo had recieved more than a few of his fathers drunken taunts and and punches. His older brothers crooked arm was a perminent testiment to his fathers cruelty. It was through his brother Juan that he had heard of Mr. Johnson. It was not too clear what mr. Johnson did but the word on the street was Mr. Johnson would provide an opportunity to a few boys. Juan had successfully found out how to contact the mysteroius Mr. Johnson, but the men who came to meet with Juan told him regretfully that he was too old and the arm deformity was enough to make him unacceptable to the firm. Juan had told Pablo about this encounter one night when they were both hiding in the shadows to avoid their father's attention and the enevitable slaps and blows that would follow. Pablo had thought of nothing else since that conversation. A way away from this life! A way to avoid the squalid life that seemed to be his destiny. Within a week he had begged his brother to make contact with Mr. Johnsons men so Pablo could be given a chance at the opportuntiy Juan had been denied. The men were reluctant at first but finally told Juan they would come to meet his brother. At the appointed time two men met Pablo at his usual street begging spot. He was walked to a small non descript car and driven to a more industrious part of town. The men did not speak to Pablo, but seemed neither kind nor unkind. Rather it was in an efficient and businesslike manner that they escorted pablo into a modest room inside a larger building. For the first time one of the men spoke. "take off your clothes, please" the man said crisply, "and take a shower over there". Pablo went the direction the man was pointing and for the first time in his life showered himself. The warm water felt so good he never wanted it to stop, but after the second man, realizing Pablo would not know what to do with the items, efficently stood to the sides of the streams of water and lathered Pablo until his skin shown. "Step out of the shower and stand here" the first man instructed the now dripping boy. The man then carefully scrutinized Pablo in a way the boy had never been looked at before. Hever muscle was prodded and looked at, his arms looked over, the remaining bruises on his chest noted, teeth looked at and even toes inspected in detail. His small scrotum was prodded with fingers and even his bum looked over carefully. Finally he was told to put on his ragged clothes again and asked to sit Along side them. The first man, obviously the senior of the two, then asked Pablo a few questions. "Did he know what Mr. Johnson hired boys for?" Pablo didn't answer but simply shook his head. "Had his father abused him?" Affirmative nod. "Had his father or brother ever had sex with him?" Blank look. "Did he cum yet?" Another blank look. "Did he realize that if he took the job with Mr.Johnson he may never see his home again?" A decisive nod this time. He did realize that part. After that things happened quickly. The men confirred for a few minutes, confirmed his age at 12 then drove the car back to pablo's neighborhood. Suprisingly, the men asked the boy to take him to his home. Timidly pablo did as told, ashamed of the wreched slum he had to lead them through. With practiced ease the men approached his father, who was leaning heavily against the wall, and glaring at the family he was the head of. The first man, still unnamed to Pablo, shook his fathers hand and told him he was going to take pablo away, with his permission of course. The father, shook his head, thinking of the begging money he would miss. Without a hesitation, the man handed the father a roll of bills. Staring at them eagerly, and without even glancing at his son, the father nodded his permission. With only time to quickly assure Juan if things worked out he would be back for him, and without even a single item to rember his life in the slum by, Pablo turned and followed the men into his new life. It was only after another shower and a clean pair of clothes that he finally met Mr. Johnson. Middle aged and with a beaming smile Mr. Johnson was at once to Pablo what his father had never been. "First a tour" Mr. Johnson said, "and then we can talk". With a proprieters pride, Mr. Johnson showed the boy the house. A matronly woman was introduced as the cook and as they approached a loud ruccus he was shown the "boys room" 5 laughing boys about Pablos age shouted out their names so fast pablo barely caught them. The bathrooms, the game room, the office. Here he stopped and sat pablo down. Now the financial details, he said in a crisp voice. You boys all earn this house a considerable amount of money. Retirement age is 16, no exceptions. Half your earnings go into your own fund which you can used any way you wish. "I strongly recommend college, "Mr. Johnson councelled "many of my boys have become doctors and professionals, you know". "As you probably are aware, I provide only the finest boys for my clients pleasure", Mr. Johnson continued. From Pablo's blank look it was obvious Pablo was not in the least aware. "Sex," Mr. Johnson tried again, "our clients like sex with boys." Not just any boys, but beautiful boys like you". Mr. Johnson smiled at pablo. "I see you are not familiar with what men do for pleasure". "Why don't you stay the night and learn what men do and then you can decide if you want to stay with the agency". But looking stern for the first time, told the boy "but under no circumstances let any of the boys fuck you. I always get a premium for the first time". He did spend the night with those happy loud boys. He never asked them what they did but from the conversations he was able to start to get the general idea. He learned, for example the best way to get thrown out was to not obey a client. His opening had been created that way when a "Paul" had refused a customers desires. He learned some things the clients did hurt and some must have been fun from the giggles of the boys. The boys looked him over too. "Pretty" he was called, "short" and "popular pick" was followed by bursts of good natured laughter. By morning, the warm fellowship, good food and promise of a future had him promising Mr. Johnson he wanted more than anything to be with the agency. The week before his first housecall was a blur of haircuts, fittings for suits and different styles of underwear. He had no idea there could be so many kinds! He was shown a few things on how to act around clients, "but not too much" Mr. Johnson admonished, "we never want our fresh boys acting too pro". He was shown how to hold a drink, light a cigar and how to sit on a lap so as to rub the "bulge" as they called it. How to strip his clothes off took the longest. Above all he was admonished to do "anything and everything' a client requested. That seemed to be the most important of his lessons. Pablo shook the memories of the past few weeks away and again looked at the huge door. His first client call. Mr. Johnson had told him how much the men, and he knew now that there were 6 of them, had paid for him to spend the night with them. The sum staggered him. And half was his! If only he did a good job, he would already be able to help his brother. Steadying his hand he knocked on the door. His new life was about to begin.