Date: Tue, 14 Sep 2010 14:39:29 -0700 (PDT)
From: John Jones <johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com>
Subject: Cody Enters my life part 7

Cody Enters My life
By John
johnthomassandiego@yahoo.com


This series of completely fictional work could be categorized in either the
Gay Male Authoritarian section, or the Adult Youth Section of the Nifty
Archives.  You must be of legal age where you reside in order to view this.
If you are offended by material pertaining to the humiliation, spanking,
punishment, or sexual abuse of adult males, do not read this.  If you are
offended by material pertaining to sexual relationships between an adult
male and a teen boy, then do not read it either.


I drove back to the penthouse thinking about the kid.  Whatever age he was,
he didn't belong where he was.  Still, there is only so much a person can
do.  I went up the private elevator, unlocked the door, and went inside.

The seriousness of the situation I had gotten myself into really began to
sink in.  I had been playing a dangerous and stupid game, and it could have
cost me my life.

I also felt dirty, and stripped down in the bathroom suite.  Looking at the
mirror, I saw that my ass was black and blue from the beating I got.  I
wasn't surprised based on what it felt like.

I showered for a long time, then went to the fridge and got a beer. I went
out onto the private deck, and sat in the hot tub, listening to the sounds
of the city at night, and thinking about my new life.

I had responsibilities now, and needed to step up to them.  People count on
me, and I need to grow up and put this kinky shit out of my mind.  By the
time I was ready to go to bed, I was on my 4th beer.  I went inside and
fell asleep as soon as I dried up.

That morning the guys came by at 8 to check in with me.  I already knew
that they knew where I had generally been, even if they did not know the
sordid details.  I asked them how they were coming on the medical supplies,
and they told me that they would be picked up tomorrow.  I said good, and
told them I was going to take a run, then workout in the gym but that I
would then be going out in the Bentley for the afternoon.

After a hard run and hard work out, with my muscles pumping, I took a
shower and got dressed to go out.  I took the elevator down to the Bentley
and took off, intent on seeing if I could find the kid again.

I drove around the neighborhood quite a bit, then spent an hour at the taco
dive, hoping he might come by.  I had no luck, and was getting ready to
leave, when my cell phone rang.

"Hey its Cody, you gotta stop driving around looking for me. People think
you're a cop and that could get me in big trouble.  Thanks for lunch, but
get out of my life".  He then hung up.

I went out that night with friends from college. We got pretty drunk, and
blew off some steam.  Nothing dangerous, but definitely a good time.  I
rolled in at about 0400, and slept until noon.  Upon arising, I got cleaned
up and headed to the club for lunch.  After a 2 hour lunch, I went down to
the waterfront and walked around for a while, looking at the boats as they
came and went.  I decided that it was time to get back to the lodge so I
called the guys and told them we would fly out the next day.

I went home, worked out, and went to bed early.  At around 11 pm, the phone
rang and it was a short breathless message "John, it's Cody, come quick I'm
in trouble", then he hung up.  I could hear something in the background
that sounded loud and threatening, but couldn't make it out.

I called the guys and they arrived within minutes, just as I was checking
the load on the Colt1911 in the gun safe of the Penthouse.  It was properly
loaded, and there was an extra clip.

"Hey boss, you going hunting"? they asked.

I said "no, I'm going to go find a kid who is in trouble".

"You mean the homeless kid right" they said in unison.

I looked at them a bit pissed that they had followed me to know all of
this, but then said "yeah, he called me and it sounds bad. Problem is that
he didn't tell me where he is, just to come quick".

The guys exchanged looks and said, "we followed him too and know where he
is.  Its basically a crack house about 6 blocks from that parking garage".

"Let's go get him" I said.

"Wooooow boss, that's how you get hurt. Sit down and let's think this out.

With that, the guy who was the primary pilot picked up his cell phone and
dialed a number.  "Get up here" was all he said.

A minute later, 6 more of my "security" detail arrived.  Apparently they
had been part of following me and were there as back up.

I went over what I knew, and that I had no idea what we were walking in on.

The leader of this second team drew up sort of a map of where the kid was,
and what the entrances and exits were.  It was a 4 bedroom run down house,
frequented by a particular gang that trafficked crack.  Further, the boy
had been acting as a runner for them, and was therefore an insider.  The
hypothesis was that the call he made was correct: the dealers thought he
was talking with a cop (me) and he was in serious trouble.

The larger gun safe was opened, and out of it came eight 9mm barettas, with
silencers.  Night vision goggles also came out.  These guys were ready to
go.

It was decided, and my input was not sought, that I would stay in the cargo
van they had brought down with the driver.  We would drive by the house,
dropping off one man who would shoot out the street light and the electric
cable going to the house on command.  The others would be dropped off in
the alley, and simultaneously kick in both doors.  This was like a movie to
me, but it was deadly serious.

We got to the location, and huddled for a minute by the parking
garage. Roles were reviewed exit plans decided on, and we went forward with
the plan.  The street light went down, the electricity to the house went
down, one second later the doors were kicked in, and the teams walked into
the darkened room with guns drawn.  Immediately, by the moonlight and using
their night vision equipment, they spotted 4 men, each reaching for
handguns.  Each was dispatched with a single, silenced head shot.  Then
they went through each room, clearing it.  When they got to the final
bedroom, they found the kid, but he was in a bad way.  The goal was to get
out quickly though, and they scooped him up and came into the alley,
covering their retreat.  Everyone was in the van, the whole thing was over
in 60 seconds, and the kid was ours.

"Boss, he is really hurt, you want us to take him to the hospital" asked
the team leader.

"No. Not safe after all this. The whole story could come out". Wrap him up
in some jackets, elevate his legs, and get to the penthouse fast.  We made
the 20 minute drive in 10, and raced the kid up to the penthouse as other
team members deployed to provide defense if needed.

I had them put him in the bathroom, on the table shower which was well lit
and the right height.  Even as a seasoned physician I was sickened by what
I saw, but the first priority was dealing with shock.  He was naked, and I
now realized had pissed and shit himself.  His face was swollen and he had
two black eyes.  He was shaking and mute. His left forearm was deformed by
an obvious fracture.  He clearly had fractured ribs, and he was bruised all
over.  He had basically been used as a piņata.

One of the team members raced in with some of the medical supplies.  I
immediately started a large bore IV and opened up with Normal Saline.  I
placed a second IV and capped it off in case we lost the first one.  Then I
examined him from head to toe, or at least what I could see with him lying
on his back.  He was OK neurologically; responsive and the pupils were
fine.  His pulse was fast and a bit weak, which I quickly confirmed to be
evidence of low blood pressure.  He had 2 facial lacerations, and two large
scalp lacerations, which were still oozing blood but not too badly.  I
could feel multiple fractured ribs as well. His scrotum and testicles were
swollen, having obviously been kicked there too. The legs were fine, but
for all of the bruises.  There were, of course, abrasions from head to toe.

"Bring me that splint" I said, and used it to quickly and temporarily
immobilize the arm.

"Body clippers are in the drawer" I barked, and they were handed to me.  I
quickly shaved all of the hair off his head so I could see the lacerations
and clean them.

Having done that, I rechecked his pulse and bp: they were returning to
normal.  The pupils were still fine, and I was able to arouse him, get him
to say his name, and tell me who I was.

At this point it seemed clear that he was going to be alright and that I
could take my time with the lacerations and abrasions, then cast his arm.
I used the table shower to clean him off. He was dirty before he was
beaten, but adding his own filth to that and the blood had made him a real
mess.  I gently cleansed him from head to toe, then sat him up and washed
off his back.  One of the guys held him up, while I used the showerhead to
clean off his ass and legs.  It was clear that he was bruised all over his
back and buttocks and thighs as well.

After he was clean, I took my time suturing his wounds.  The facial
lacerations were the real challenge as I wished to leave no scars.  After
an hour, I was through.  All I had to do then was set and cast his arm, an
easy task on a skinny kid.

We then put him in the bed, hanging the IV bag overhead, and applied an ice
bag to his swollen testicles.

We had a small meeting to discuss where to go from here.  The team said
that the bodies would simply be felt to represent a gang hit. Further, the
weapons used would be destroyed and replaced at the lodge.  The question
was how/when to transport, and providing security until then.  I said we
would assess him in the morning and decide, but the plane should be ready
to go.

With that, I sat on the bed next to Cody and watched him breathe in an out.
It was clear that he was in pain as he did so from the broken ribs, so I
pushed a bit of morphine into his IV and he then went to sleep with a more
comfortable appearance.

After 15 minutes I took the ice pack off him and then confirmed that he had
to be about 13 or 14.  His development was basically where it should be for
that age in terms of hair, but like me at that age he was a lot bigger than
one might expect in a kid.  I covered him again, then woke him up to check
his orientation.  It was a sleepless night for me, as I woke him every 60
minutes.  Around 2 am he needed to pee, and we took care of that using a
vase. I was relieved that there was no blood in it.

We had a meeting at 0500.  I described that Cody seemed to be doing as well
as could be expected.  We agreed that it would be best to fly him out at
night so that a beat up kid did not attract attention.  The medical
supplies not needed were packed onto the plane, and arrangements made for
our return.  I had someone else watch him for a time while I got a couple
of hours of sleep.

Cody was not yet able to eat, but I was ok with that as he was well
hydrated.  I sent one of the guys out to a store to pick up some
sweatpants, a sweatshirt, underwear, socks and shoes for him.  As night
fell, we dressed him. It was really painful for him and he was crying and
moaning.  I pushed some more morphine and he fell back to sleep.  An hour
later he was on the plane with the two pilots and two security guys, and
the others were heading back to the lodge.