Date: Tue, 5 Aug 2014 01:11:18 +0100
From: elyvanity@mail2tor.com
Subject: The Rent Boy Client - 3

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- Ely Vanity

The Rent Boy Client – 3
by EV

	After Tony exited the county jail, he sent a text to his boyfriend,
Shane, 'New case. Late night at office. Sorry.' He then hailed a cab and
gave him the address for the District Attorney's offices. On the ride
over, he made several phone calls. The first call was to his assistant,
Jane. He gave her the boy's information so she could start following up
and verify it. He left out the name Dylan listed as his father as he
wanted to check out the unusual double 'o' drawing before he shared that
name with anyone else. He also gave Jane instructions to start preparing
a motion to have Dylan transferred to New Beginnings, a private rehab
facility that had a secure wing. The facility was approved by the Courts
for clients in Dylan's situation. He also asked Jane to call Barbara
Jordon in the child welfare division and give her the boy's information
so that Barbara could get started on trying to help the boy.

	When he hung up on Jane, he saw that Shane had already replied to his
text, 'Kk I'll b upstairs call me when u get home'. Tony's next call was
to the Director of New Beginnings, Roger Gunderson. It took a bit of
cajoling and appeals to their longstanding friendship, but eventually
Roger agreed to make a bed available for Dylan at New Beginnings. He also
agreed to a reduced rate which would be covered by a donation from a
local community member that wished to remain anonymous. Finally he called
his banker and gave him the information for the banker to get a check out
to New Beginnings to cover the cost of Dylan's stay.

	By the time he arrived at Assistant District Attorney Margaret Rice's
office, Tony was feeling pretty confident that this would be an easy
case. He believed that everything was in place so that Dylan would get
the help he needed and would stay out of jail. Tony and Maggie greeted
each other. They were not close friends, but they had known each other
since they met in law school. They both went to Northwestern University
Law School; Tony had been a year ahead of Maggie.

	After Tony took a seat, Margaret got right to the point. "So Tony, did
your client tell you why he was blatantly proposition men, including a
police officer, and offering them drugs in plain view of a patrol car? "
asked Maggie.

	"What?" responded Tony, completely blind sided by Maggie's question. When
she remained silent, Tony said, "The file that was sent over to the
defender's office was pretty thin, just his mug shot and a list of the
charges that are going to be filed tomorrow at his arrangement. When I
met with him, I focused on getting his bio, so I could get him out of the
solitary confinement you ordered for him. I assumed he was picked up by
Vice on one of their routine prostitution stings. What is going on?"

	Maggie put a DVD into her computer and turned the screen so that Tony
could see it. "This is footage from the dashboard camera of a patrol car
over on the south side," explained Maggie as she started the video. The
video was of a fairly busy intersection. The patrol car was parked on the
southeast corner, facing north. Across the street on the northeast
corner, a boy dressed in tight black jeans and a black short sleeve
t-shirt over a long sleeve white t-shirt walked into frame. Tony easily
recognized Dylan and his shoulder length dyed black hair. The boy seemed
anxious, shifting around a lot as he stood on the corner and appeared to
talk to men as they passed. Tony noticed that several times Dylan glanced
in the direction of the police car. There was no sound on the video in
the beginning, but eventually a soundtrack started up as a patrol officer
activated a voice recorder that was synced to the video. The officer
mentioned that he and his partner had observed a juvenile male acting
erratically.

	The officer appeared in frame in the video as he crossed the street and
approached Dylan. "Hey kid, what are you doing?" asked the officer.

	Dylan turned and walked over to the cop. "I'm trying to find a john. You
interested? Want me to suck you off, or do you want fuck me? I'll take
cash or drugs. I even got some crystal on me if you want to party and got
some cash," said Dylan's voice on the tape. Tony's jaw just dropped as he
watched and listened to the video.

	The officer had pretty much the same reaction as Tony, "What the hell
kid? Are you seriously propositioning me and offering to sell me drugs?"
This went on for a couple minutes as Dylan insisted that he was serious
about trading his ass or what little drugs he had for money. He said it
didn't bother him that the guy was a cop, as he knew several cops that
liked boys. The officer seemed more interested in trying to figure out if
there was something wrong with Dylan, and if the boy needed psychiatric
help, than he was in arresting him.

	Dylan appeared to get more agitated the longer this went on until finally
he said, "Look, I'm going to get some money one way or another, you know
what I mean?" He lifted up the front of his shirt, revealing a gun.

	"Gun!" shouted the police offer as he reacted instantly to seeing a gun
tucked into Dylan's waistband. He was close enough that he was able to
grab Dylan's arm and spin the boy around. Dylan did not resist as the
officer drove him to the ground and started handcuffing him. The officer
told Dylan that he was under arrest and read him his rights.

	"What the fuck is going on?" asked Tony in disbelief at what he had just
seen on the video.

	"I don't know. That is one of the reasons I kept the boy where he was,
despite the fact that yes, he is obviously a juvenile. I tried to think
of reasons why he would be intentionally trying to get himself arrested,
and none of my wild guesses are pleasant. He might be mentally ill,
someone might be after him, or he might be trying to get to someone in
the juvenile detention facility. I was hoping that you might be able to
shed some light on his motives," explained Margaret.

	"I believe his name is Dylan Richards; he is a fourteen year old runaway
from Iowa. My office will be emailing over all the details we have as
soon as we confirm them. He seems to be a fairly smart kid, but he's got
a serious drug problem. I've made arrangements for him to go into a
secure treatment program at New Beginnings. My office will be filing our
motion this evening. I'm also asking to have this matter kicked over to
the juvenile court division. After seeing that video, I don't think you
have any chance of getting him tried as an adult. Are you going to raise
any objections to having him sent to New Beginnings?" asked Tony,
redirecting the conversation back to what to do about Dylan, and away
from whatever motives the boy might have had.

	"As long as the government isn't going to be expected to pick up the tab
for the little whack-job's spa vacation, I don't anticipate I'll have any
problems with it," teased Margaret.

	"Thanks Maggie," said Tony.

	"No problem Tony. Despite the rumors to the contrary, I don't actually
enjoy sending kids to prison when they haven't hurt anyone but
themselves," said Margaret.

	After his meeting with the DA, Tony headed back to his office and worked
with Jane and Andy, a young summer intern from Northwestern University
Law School, to finish up the motion so that the Judge could rule on it at
Dylan's arrangement tomorrow. With any luck, Tony figured he could have
Dylan out of jail and at New Beginnings by Friday, the day after
tomorrow. The three stayed late working on the motion and Tony had dinner
delivered to the office for them.

	While they were working on the petition, a county clerk in Des Moines
Iowa emailed them back confirming the information on Dylan Richards.
There was a Dylan Grant Richards born on March 15th, 2000 in Des Moines,
Iowa. The clerk was even able to email them a copy of his birth
certificate. A check on Dylan's mother and her boyfriend also showed that
according to their Iowa driver's license records, the two were still
living at the address Dylan had given for them. It was just before eight
pm when they had everything ready and submitted an electronic copy of the
motion to the court and emailed a copy to Margaret. Jane and Andy left
while Tony stayed to put away all the files.

	As he was about to lock the file drawer, he remembered the strange
doodle. He opened the files back up and took a look at it again. He then
pulled out the copy of Dylan's birth certificate they had printed out.
The name listed as Dylan's father on the birth certificate was William
Dylan Grant, not John T. Doonan as Dylan had written done.

	Tony sighed. Every time he thought any of this was starting to make sense
it just got more bizarre. He got out his reading glasses and examined the
doodle. He was barely able to make out the writing that formed the double
o's. It read 'paramoreallweknowisfalling'. He copied the words onto
another piece of paper, making logical guesses where the words broke,
then drew the infinity loop next to it so that he would remember its
original formation. He put the original back in his file and put the copy
in his pocket.

	It was almost nine by time Tony arrived home. He lived on the first floor
of a two unit building on the north side of Chicago about half way
between downtown and Evanston. He entered his flat and went into his
bedroom, emptied his pockets and changed out of his suit. He put on a
pair of sweats and a t-shirt. He went into the kitchen and poured himself
a glass of wine, grabbed his laptop and went into the living room. He
laid down on the couch and pulled up Google. He yawned as he started
typing. By the time he got to the first 'l', Google was already
suggesting he search for 'Paramore All We Know Know Is Falling'. He
clicked on it, then followed the first link to a wikipedia page. All We
Know Is Falling was an album by the band Paramore. Tony's first thought
was that Dylan was just a fan of the band and must have made the doodle
out of boredom or something. Tony thought about the infinity loop for a
second, 'What if it isn't the infinity symbol but a sideways 8' he
wondered. He looked back at the album info and found track eight. It was
'Conspiracy'. A couple keystrokes later, Tony was reading the lyrics to
the song. The first verse laid it out there and let Tony know this was
not just some random doodle but a message:

Please speak softly
For they will hear us
And they'll find out
Why we don't trust them

	Tony wondered if Dylan believed the interview room had been bugged or if
the boy was just being paranoid. The rest of the lyrics were similar,
telling the story of someone who is alone and powerless. The chorus asked
for an explanation:

Explain to me
This conspiracy against me
And tell me how
I've lost my power

	And the song ended with a plea for help:

And when
All security fails
Will you be there
To help me through

	Tony went to iTunes, quickly purchased the album and played it on his
laptop. He finished his glass of wine as he wondered what Dylan had
gotten himself mixed up in besides prostitution and drugs. He knew meth
could make people paranoid, he wondered if Dylan given into the demons of
the drug. He was troubled by the idea that this young boy might be crazy.

	There was also something else that worried Tony, his attraction to Dylan.
Tony had always been attracted to boys, but with Dylan it was more than
that. The boy reminded him of his first boyfriend, Robbie. Losing Robbie
had been the catalyst that caused Tony to turn to drugs; a hopeless
attempt to dull the pain.

	Tony went over to the bookcase and pulled out a small photo album. He lay
down on the couch and slowly flipped through the few photos he had of
Robbie. They started at age nine when Robbie and his family had moved in
next door to Tony's family and ended when Robbie was thirteen, which was
when Robbie's parents had caught Tony and Robbie having sex and sent
Robbie away to a Christian camp that promised to cure the boy of his
affliction. Tony tried to force himself to remember the love they had
shared, and not the tragedy of how it ended. He ran his finger across the
picture, as if to brush the boy's long brown hair out of his face. He
stared into the boy's gray eyes and ran his finger down the boy's short
but wide nose, bring it to a rest on top of the boy's wide pink lips.
Lips that he used to spend hours kissing as they lay on Tony's bed
listening to his punk rock LP's. He fell asleep on the couch with the
album in his lap, and pieces of memories of sucking the boy's small cut
cock and fucking the boy's downy ass floating through his dreams.

***

Two Years Ago – Waterloo, Iowa and on the road from Waterloo, Iowa to
Chicago, Illinois

	Dylan spent a couple days at JT's place; he was stoned and naked almost
the entire time. JT worked eight pm to five am as a janitor, cleaning up
several businesses while they were closed for the evening. Dylan went to
sleep while JT was at work, then smoked pot and watched TV in the morning
while JT was sleeping. JT would sleep for a good portion of the day, then
get up, get stoned, and have sex with Dylan until it was time to go to
work again. He spent a lot of time teaching Dylan how to properly suck
cock. By the end of the couple days he spent at JT's, Dylan was able to
deep throat the man's six inch cock. Dylan was really starting to enjoy
the sex, and he was becoming more comfortable with the idea that he was a
cock loving gay boy.

	Unfortunately the more time he spent with JT, the less he enjoyed hanging
out with him when they were not having sex; the man was boring. Dylan was
glad when Saturday arrived and JT woke up from his post work slumber and
announced it was time to hit the road. They sixty-nine'd for a bit then
JT fucked him. It barely hurt anymore when JT entered him, and Dylan
jacked his cock to two orgasms before JT shot his load into him. They
showered and Dylan packed his small amount of clothes, which JT had
cleaned at the laundry mat for him, into his backpack. They loaded
Dylan's bike into the back of JT's beat up pick-up truck and headed off
to towards Chicago.

	After they were on the road, JT told Dylan that they were going to stop
on their way and spend the night with Glen, a buddy of his that lived
just on the other side of the state border outside of the Quad Cities.
Dylan was not enjoying the road trip so far. JT was not much of a talker,
which left Dylan too much time alone with his thoughts. Plus JT would not
let him smoke any pot in the truck since the man was obsessively worried
about making sure there was no possible reason for the cops to pull him
over.

	The only thing so far to break up the monotony of the trip had been when
they stopped for dinner at McDonalds. Dylan gave JT his order, then went
and used the pay phone. He knew that on a Saturday his mother would still
be home as she worked the late shift at the bar. He called home; his
mother answered, "Hello."

	"Hi mom," said Dylan softly, not sure where to start.

	"Is what Ray says true? Are you a faggot whore?" asked his mother. Dylan
started crying. "Don't bother coming home then," she said and hung up.
Dylan took a minute to regain his composure and wipe his eyes before he
joined JT in the restaurant.

	While they were eating, Dylan noticed an attractive man in his early
thirty's that was having dinner with his young son. The little boy, who
was probably around five, was rambling on about something, and his father
was nodding along with a smile on his face. Dylan was jealous of the love
the pair obviously shared. He wished he was that boy and had a loving
father that cared about him. As he was staring at the man, the man
glanced over and noticed Dylan. He smiled at Dylan but turned back to his
son when the boy said something. Dylan saw the man glance over at him a
couple more times, until finally the man and his son finished their
dinner and got up. Dylan watched as instead of leaving the restaurant,
they went to into the bathroom.

	"I gotta to go to the bathroom," declared Dylan as he got up and left the
table. He entered the bathroom and saw the father and son at the urinals.
The little boy was using the 'child' urinal that was set lower on the
wall; he had his pants and underwear down around his ankles. His father
was using the one next to his son. There was a third urinal on the other
side of the man, so Dylan walked over and stood in front of it. As he
opened his fly and fished out his cock, he looked over and tried to get a
view of the man's cock. It was soft, so it wasn't very long, but it was
thick. Dylan's own cock started getting hard from seeing the man's cock.

	The man glanced over and saw Dylan checking out his dick,  so he leaned
back and let the twelve-year-old boy get a good look at his dick as he
checked out the boy. "Enjoying the view?" he asked.

	Dylan blushed and looked up from the man's thick cock. "Yeah, you got a
nice one. Can I suck it?" he asked.

	The man was shocked by Dylan's forwardness. He glanced over at his son,
who was starting to shake off his little hairless dick, then he looked
around the rest of the bathroom to see if anyone was around that might
have overheard Dylan's offer. He looked back and saw that Dylan was
standing in front of the urinal brazenly rubbing his hard boy cock. His
mind raced as he tried to think of a way he could take this hot
twelve-year-old boy up on his offer without ending up in jail.

	"Daddy," said his son, interrupting his deliberations. He turned back and
saw that his son was having trouble getting his pants and underwear back
up properly.

	The man stuffed his hard cock back into his pants. "Sorry," he said,
apologizing to both Dylan for declining his offer, and to his son for not
helping him sooner. He stepped behind his son and helped him get his
pants all sorted out. Then he led his son over to the sink and they both
washed their hands.

	Dylan sighed and turned away so that man wouldn't see his face as the
rejection by what he figured was a good loving man made him tear up.
After they were done washing their hands, the father picked his son up
and carried him to the door. Before he left, he turned and gave Dylan an
apologetic look, "Sorry kid, just too risky."

	The sun was just beginning to set as they pulled off the paved road and
turned down onto a private road a few miles past Moline, Illinois. They
traveled about a mile down the dirt road before a house came into view.
There was a large black pick-up truck and a Harley-Davidson parked in
front of the house. JT pulled up and parked next to the truck. He honked
briefly twice, then turned off the truck. "Okay, we're here," he said to
Dylan as he opened his door and climbed out of the truck. Dylan get out
and followed JT towards the front door of the house. While they were
still about ten yards away, the door opened and a man holding a shotgun
stepped out onto the front porch.

	JT stopped, "Hey, Glen, how you doing? This is Dylan, the boy I told you
about."

	Glen was a few years older than JT, probably in his early thirties. He
was also built like a football player, standing just over six feet and
weighing around two hundred fifty pounds of muscle with a small layer of
fat on top. He was wearing just a pair of loose fitting gray boxers and a
fine layer of black hair covered his chest and stomach. He had a buzz cut
and dark stubble on his chin. Glen had the shotgun pointed at JT as he
looked over JT then Dylan. "Okay, strip down to your boxers and leave
your clothes out here on the porch," he said. He stepped to the side of
the porch and lowered the shotgun as JT walked up onto the porch and
stripped off his clothes.

 	Dylan followed JT's lead and stripped down on the porch. When he was
standing there in just his black boxer briefs, Glen looked him over then
said, "Boys don't wear any clothes in my house. If you want to come in,
you got to leave your underwear out here with the rest of your clothes."
Dylan looked over at JT who just nodded at him. Dylan took a deep breath
then removed his underwear and set them down on top of the rest of his
clothes.

	Standing outside on a stranger's porch in underwear was awkward for Dylan
but it paled in comparison to standing there naked. He started to worry
about what was going to happen inside as Glen looked him up and down like
he was a piece of meat in the butcher's shop. The man grinned at him,
"Well let's get inside and get this party started." He then turned and
walked inside, holding the door open for Dylan and JT. Dylan swallowed
nervously and followed JT inside.