Date: Sat, 12 Jul 2003 17:29:04 +1200 From: arthur Subject: Tigerman Authors Note: All the usual restrictions apply as to age limits and attitudes toward gay sex scenes. If any of it offends you then don't read any further. The copyright belongs to the Author so don't copy without his permission or the sharks will get you. This is a one chapter short story all feedback is welcome at rochopa.co.nz If you don't write to me I don't write to you, (get the idea?) TIGER MAN By Arthur The street was dark and somewhat deserted, the only light that shone on the lonely scene was from the widely spaced lamps along the sidewalk. What light managed to show through the light misty rain as it fell to dampen everything around, became distorted by the flashing neon lights from the now closed cinema further down the street. A suspicion of movement came from one of the dark doorways and on closer inspection the outline of a small and diminutive figure could barely be seen in the intense shadow. The front of the overlarge shorts were wet from the rain and the Nike's had seen to much dirt today although the figure, while being wet and cold was definately not a street kid. There seemed to be an attitude of hopelessness in the posture of the boy as he looked again up and down the empty street. The pale grey/green eyes searching but at the same time showing signs of resignation. He was not a big boy, maybe 5'1" or 5' 2" tall, slim but not skinny, his brown hair was well cut and kept neat, it was only the haunting look of fear deep in his eyes that said he should not be out here tonight. The sharp glare of oncoming headlights cut a swathe through the wet mistiness, the car seemed to be travelling slowly as though the driver was looking for something or someone. 'It must be them, at last, they knew I would wait for them,' the small figure thought to himself. The glaring lights approached closer, the shoulders of the boy slumped in disappointment as he saw the car was not the same model as his parents owned. 'Where are they, they know I was going to wait for them out side the cinema for them at 2.00 o'clock.' 'Wonder what the time is now, must be late as hell, the last show was going to finish at 9.30 and that was ages ago.' The slowly cruising car drew closer to the waiting boy and then as if in recognition it stopped opposite the boy and the passenger side window lowered with a hum. The window of the almost new BMW stopped when it was halfway down and the shadowy outline of the driver could be seen leaning forward but not enough for his face to be seen, only the one brown gloved hand resting on the seat was visible to the boy. "Are you ok Son, you look lost?" Alarm bells rang in the boys head as the messages of 'Stranger Danger' came to him. There had been a lot of disappearing boys from this town over the last two years and he didn't want to be one of them. "It's ok Sir, I'm waiting for my parents." "Are they late, Son?" Again the tremor passed through the body of the boy. "Only a little Sir." "Would you like me to take you to the nearest Police station?" "Uhm...I think I better wait for them here like they said Sir." "It's no trouble Son and the nearest Police station is only about five minutes away?" Just then the boy heard a loud shout. "HEY BUBBA, where you been, the rents have been driving all over town looking for you." Startled the boy turned toward the voice, the approaching boy was no one he knew, he didn't have any brothers so what was going on. The boy looked around to see if the approaching youth was talking to someone else, no one was around. "Jeez Bubba, we told you to wait down the other end, thats your trouble Bubba you never listen properly." The boy heard the car start up and pull away as the youth came up to him. "You ok little man?" "Ahh...yeah sure, uhm...what was all that about?" "Saw you standing there ages ago, this isn't a good area at night for kids." "Why not?" "The Tigerman." "The what?" "The Tigerman, this is his area, he cruises around looking for kids, he's a nasty piece of work, any kid goes with him and we don't see them again." "Was that him?" "Don't know, nobody ever saw his face, one boy got a look at a tatoo on the back of his hand once, it was a tiger so we call him the Tigerman." "Oh, ok, well that guy had gloves on so I don't know." "You a runner, or you been on the game somewhere else?" "Runner?..game?" "Yeah dude, you know a run-away, from home, or you been working the Johns on some other street." "Sorry, uhm, no Im not a runaway, I was waiting for my Parents to pick me up after the movies, what's 'working the Johns'?" "Never mind, I can see you're not the type." "Not the type for what?" "Forget it dude, how long you been waiting for the rents?" "The movie finished at 2.00 o'clock and I've been waiting since." "Hell dude, it's after 11.00 o'clock, you been standing here nine hours? you gotta have rocks in your head dude." "Well my parents always told me to wait till they came and not to move from where they said they were going to pick me up." "Sure dude, but fucking nine hours." "Something must have happened, they've never been late before." "Maybe dumped you dude?" "Never, they aren't like that, they love me and we never fight or nothing." "You hungry dude?" "Starving." "Wantta eat?" "But I can't leave here in case they come back while I'm away." "Dude, if they haven't got here after nine hours then they aren't coming anytime soon, now come on lets go eat?" "Well I am hungry." "When you last eat Dude?" "Had a burger just befor the movie started, about 11.30." "Shit come on little dude lets go eat." The youth reached out a hand and grasped the boys elbow lightly and began to steer him toward the far end of the dark street where there was more light and the odd neon flash told of some stores still open. The boy looked over at the youth and took in his appearance. He was about 5'8" tall, his hair was swept back around his head to be tied in a tight small pony tail at the nape of his neck. The eyes that glanced down and smiled at him were brown with strange gold flecks, the nose was small but slightly aquiline and the mouth was red and full. The youths skin was slightly tawny as though he had mixed blood and the body was slender but not skinny. Black leather pants covered his slim legs and as the boy lifted his eyes he saw a good bulge in the front and the small almost hipless butt made smaller by the tight leather. The youth was wearing a dark maroon shirt under a black leather bomber jacket and on his last two fingers of his right hand he wore to expensive looking gold rings while around his neck hung a large gold chain. The whole look was completed with a very expensive wrist watch. "Names Fore, dude, what's yours?" "Stewart, but my friends call me Stew." "Ok Stew, pleased to meet you." The youth held out a well mancured hand toward the boy who reached back and felt the firm gip as his hand made contact. "Now Stew, what you want to eat?" "I don't know Fore, I only have a couple of dollars left." "Argh...don't worry about the money Stew, I got heaps, this is on me." "Why you doing this Fore?" "This is my patch so I got to look after you guys." "But I'm not one of your 'Guys'." "Hey Stew, you're on my patch I gotta look out for you, specially as the Tigerman is around." "How did you get the name 'Fore'?" "Uhm..maybe I'll tell you later Stew, now's not the time." The youth and the boy turned the corner and came into the full glare of the better street lighting of the main mall shopping area. "Just up here Stew, the cafe is a bit crummy but the foods good and plenty of it." Fore guided the boy into the entrance of a somewhat seedy looking diner and went straight to the back table and sat with his back against the wall, with a quick gesture he indicated for Stew to sit oposite him. "So what you feel like to eat?" "Uhm...don't know Fore." "HEY Blonde, give us a big plate of something good, one each." A muffled voice came from behind the kitchen door. "That you Fore?" "Yeah Blonde." "Ok, wont be long." The voice was gruff and old sounding and Stew could only imagine what the man looked like and if the condtion of the diner was to go by he wouldn't be the tidiest person in the town. Fore leaned back in his seat and surveyed the boy before him, he was a real little spunk, beautiful innocent eyes, well groomed and his clothes once dry would be smart and neat. The boys body was compact and not to skinny, he was just reaching that stage when he would loose the last of the 'Baby Fat' and begin to glow with youthfull exuberance. Fore continued to look the boy over as he day-dreamed about the possibilities that this boy would raise if he went on the game. Fore shook the thought from his mind, he was no chicken snatcher, the boy was lost and alone and Fore was not in the habit of forcing boys into his life style. "How old are you Stew?" "Fourteen last month, you?" "Fifteen three months ago." "Fifteen? I thought you were about seventeen." "The game does that to you Stew." "The game?" "Ahhh shit...ok Stew, cards on the table, I'm a male prostuitute, I sell my ass to live, that's how I got the nick name." "Sorry Fore I don't get it." Fore saw that the boy was not scared or ashamed or even mildly upset by the news. "It's what I'm good for Stew, Good For Fucking, so they call me Fore." "But you must have a real name?" "Yeah, same as my old mans but I hate him and he hates me, he's the one said I was only good for fucking when he caught me and a friend in bed together just before he knocked me cold and threw my ass out into the street with only a pair of boxers on." "What did you do?" "When I came to I was lying on the path and he was sitting on the veranda in his chair just staring at me. When I got to my feet he just said 'Fuck off and don't come back queer boy, you only good for fucking'" "So you ran off then?" "Not before I stripped off the boxers and threw them at him, then grabbed my balls and shook them in his face, turned around and walked bare assed out of there." "But you would have been arrested." "Yeah the cops picked me up only half a block away and when they took me back he came charging down the steps swearing and yelling until he tripped and nose dived into the path, he had blood all over the place, nearly pissed myself laughing, the cops took me to the station and got some cloths for me and while they were trying to find some relatives for me to stay with I took off out the door and been on the street ever since." "But selling yourself, how do you do it?" "Easy, just drop my pants and let them fuck me." "No Fore, I don't mean that, I mean how can you let them use you like that?" "Only way to feed myself, look Stew, I'm underage and have no papers to get a job, I know I'm good looking and have a nice ass that a lot of Johns like to get into and to tell you the truth I like the feel of them in me." "You ever been with a girl?" "Nah, can't get it up for them, what about you?" "With a girl....no...never.....I...think....I'm....gay." "Ok Stew no sweat, you be what you want to be and don't let others dictate your life style for you, and that includes me." "Well I don't really know for sure, but I do like looking at older boys." "Well you could be or you may just be curious, it happens." "I don't know for sure Fore, but I get these feelings that I want to have a boy hold me and....well... you know...play." "HEY, Blonde, we starving out here." A loud mumble came again from the kitchen. "What did he say Fore?" "Said if I was that hungry I could go find a dick to put in my mouth." "Yech, I could never do that, yuch, someones thing in my mouth, argh, I would throw up." With a loud laugh Fore looked at the boy on the other side of the table. "If you aint tried it, don't knock it dude." "Yech." "Hey Stew, don't sweat it. if it's not your thing then it's not, ok?" "Yeah thanks Fore, but...I mean putting it in your mouth." Just then the kitchen door flew open with a crash and a man about fifty years old and weighing well over three hundred pounds came toward them carrying two plates piled high with hot steaming food. The man looked like an old beaten boxer, he was over 6' tall and his nose was flattened down on his face. His eyes were scarred and the left one was slightly closed. A half smoked cigar was smouldering in the corner of his mouth as he walked over to their table. Blonde dropped the food on the table and turning to Fore smiled and then looked at Stewart. "This a new boy for the game Fore?" "Nah Blonde, looked in trouble down the street so I brought him here for a meal, he's not on the game." "Pity, he'd make a bloody fortune with them looks and body." "Yeah true Blonde, but it's not for him." "As I said, pity, so how's your nice ass Fore, by the look of you you're getting plenty?" "Pays the rent Blonde, pays the rent." "Yeah right Fore, what they would pay for your ass you should be living in a penthouse." "One day Blonde, one day." "Yeah right, enjoy boys, call if there's something else you want." The boys fell to the meal and there was total silence apart from the gulps and clatter of knives and forks as they set about the huge plates in front of them. At last the meal was over and both boys leaned back into their chairs and with a loud belch sighed heavily as their small distended stomach's ached with a pleasant full feeling. "Blonde seems a pretty tough character Fore?" "Not really Stew, he's just a big pussy cat, he saved my ass when I first came on the street, been good to me all the ime since." "How long you been out here Fore?" "Near two years Stew." "Shit you were only thirteen?" "Yep, I got lucky when Blonde took me in the first few weeks, lot of guys younger than that out here never get a break like I did." "Did you......well did you have to do 'IT'with blonde?" "Hell no Stew, Blonde is as straight as an arrow. he just sort of takes a shine to some kid and helps them when he can." "What's straight?" "Means they only interested in girls." "Oh, ok." "Well time to go look for your rents Stew, any idea where they would be?" "Don't know Fore, we only moved to this town a week ago and were going back home tomorrow." "Well I suppose we should go to the cops first then, I got one I do tricks for sometimes, he'll look into it for us." The boys called out their thanks to Blonde and made their way outside the diner to be met with a torrential downpour as they stepped onto the footpath. Fore grabbed Stews hand and pulled him back into the doorway to wait out the down pour. "Won't be long Stew, they come and go quick round here." The rain reduced to a light drizzle as the boys stepped out of the doorway and turned down the street. Stewart felt better and more confident now that his belly was full and he had a new friend to be with until he found his parents. They finally came to a side street and on the corner stood a small police station that catered for the local area. "Come on Stew, lets see if Brett is on duty." On entering the boys saw a cop about 35 years old sitting at the main desk, as he lifted his eyes at the sound of the boys a smile came over his face in recognition. "Hey Fore, what's new?" "Not much Brett." The young cops eyes lit up when he spied Stewart standing beside Fore. "Uhm, new boy Fore?" "Nah Brett, needs help." "What kinda help?" "Lost parents, was down on Cumberland waiting for them but they're pretty late so took him to Blondes and then came here." "Ok Fore, lets see what I can do, whats your full name kiddo?" "Stewart Benson, Sir." "Hmm, polite one aren't you, ok Stewart, where do you live?" Stewart gave his home town address and a few other fatcs about how he came to be in this town waiting on the street. "Ok Stewart I got all that, you guys want to take a seat over there and I'll see what I can find out." The two boys took a seat on the bench as Brett left them to go into the rear of the station. Time dragged on as they waited and Stewart beagn to get a feeling of dread and fear as they waited. Twenty minutes had gone by before Brett returned and Stewart was sure that there was a look of concern on his face be fore he covered up with a smile. "Hey Fore, can I see you for a minute?" "Sure Brett." "We'll only be a second Stewart, just something I have to sort out with Fore." "Ok Sir." Stewart sat back on the bench but now there was doubt in his eyes at the thought of the first look he had seen in Bretts face, he watched as Fore and the officer made their way into a small room off the corridor. Stewart was after all a young teen and the thought of secrecy became to much for him and he left the bench and quietly made his way toward the small room. The sound of lowered voices came to him clearly through the partly open door. "So what's up Brett?" "How well you know the kid Fore?" "Not much Brett, just met him tonight, why?" "It's bad Fore, really bad, I thought you might be able to help me with him, he's going to need a friend." "Well I think he may be ok Brett, what's the trouble?" "I sent out his info to all the stations, thats why it took so long. Seems his parents and two small sisters were T-boned by an intercity bus at an intersection, they all died instantly. I've got some people trying to find his next of kin now but it's going to take a while. The kid is going to need someone real close to him, this is going to kick his ass out of this world." At those last words Stewarts world collapsed and with a high pitched scream he was running, he didn't know where, he just ran. The reception desk flashed past him as he left the station, tears of anguish ran frely down his cheeks, blinding him to where he was going. The sudden thump of a light pole as he ran into it meant nothing to him as he sped on through the darkness of the cruel city streets. Somewhere in his consciousness he heard the crashing of falling rubbish cans as the toppled before the human tornado that ran without feeling or direction. A high pitched keening sound escaped the tortured body as it careened back and forth among the deritus of the city. Flashing lights of cars meant nothing to the boy as he ran in panic and sorrow.His family, his whole reason for life, destroyed in a flash. His sisters, the twins, gone forever at the age of five, his parents, those stallwarts of peace and love, wiped from the face of the earth, he was alone. No one, nothing, he was alone, another scream rent the cold damp night air as the boy sank to his knees at the edge of the sidewalk. Numbness, cold, dampness, nothing mattered as the world around him receeded into a darkness he had no way of escaping. Strong arms reaching under him, lifting him from the wet ground, soft words in his ear, soothing, calming, a sense of floating, a black car, warmth, security, gently hands laying him into a leather seat. Gone, it's all gone, surrender to darkness. Through the feelings of despair there came a humming and movement, it meant nothing. Those strong arms lifting him again, a brief blast of cold and dampness then comforting warmth. The feel of a soft bed under him, the swirling mist of his agony blinding him to everything around. That soft soothing voice again. "Swallow this boy, it'll make you sleep." Hardness on his tongue, water, swallow, darkness.......... An unfamiliar sound broke the darkness of his mind, soft hands on his skin as he felt his clothes being taken from him, gentle fingers working over his body massaging tight muscles, moving down his back, now between his legs caressing them with even strokes, had it not been for his tortured mind it may have been almost erotic. The smell of clean sheets assailed his nostrils as he realised he was lying face down on a soft bed, he tried to move first his arms then legs but something was holding him. At last his eyes were able to open a little and the sight before him, as far as he could see from his position, was one of a homely room, nice wall paper and the smell of cleaness and freshness all about him. The unseen hands continued to move but now he was more aware and as if the hands knew he was awake they began to take more liberties with his naked and open body. "So my little boy, you're awake, don't try to move, you're here now and you're going to stay here until I don't need you anymore." Stewart's eyes opened further at the soft words, NO, it couldn't be, not the Tigerman, not now, not at this time of hurt and fear. "Forget it kid, you're mine until I decide." Hard searching fingers began to prod and poke him in places that he didn't want to feel. Pinches brutally assulting his inner thighs, a crashing slap on his butt cheeks. "You like that boy? it gets better, the last boy I had loved it after two weeks." Oh....god NO, The hand went past his eyes and there for him to see was the tatoo of the Tiger, it's him, oh god. A scream rushed out of the stunned lips. "NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO." "Yeah boy, it's me the Tigerman and you're all mine." Unimaginable pain took over his body as two hard thrusting fingers drove deeply into his virgin hole, pushing, thrusting, to much pain, no not this way, not today, not after the loss of his whole family. Again the gut wrenching pain as the hard fingers thrust deeper. "Get used to it boy." The loud noise of crashing timber broke through the numbing pain filled mind of the prostrate boy. A loud banging and then nothing. A softness enveloped him as he became aware of the pain receeding into the back of his mind. A soft voice crooning his name over and over as his naked body felt the smoothness of another beside him on the now defiled bed. "It's over Stew, I'm here now, shhhh, relax, you;re safe now." Fore's voice began to penetrate the numb mind of the boy as he lay next to him. A movement of someone else brought him back to consciousness and as he looked up he saw the tall figure of Brett standing over him and then with a quick glance to his left he saw at last the body of Fore snuggled next to him, holding him close and protectively. An hour passed in which Stewart finally began to relax and take in his surroundings, the safe arms of Fore holding him until he at last muttered his acceptance of the situation. Another torrent of tears gushed forth as the episodes of the night came to haunt him again but the tender arms of the street boy soothed him time and time again until he lay back exhausted from his outpouring. "Fore......oh, Fore.....how...?" Fore pulled the boy closer and with a soft voice began to explain how he had been found. "I saw you run out of the station but by the time I could get after you, you were to far in front of me. Brett went to get the patrol car and follow us so I just managed to keep you in sight so we could help you when you stopped. I saw you fall but by the time I got to you the Tigerman had picked you up and taken off. Brett arrived to late but I had part of the registration number so Brett sent it into control. It took them a while to track it down and by then you had been gone for three hours. It was another hour before we could get to this address and then we had to break in, the Tigerman wanted to put up a fight but Brett just looked at him and I think he had a satisfied look on his face as he pulled the trigger about four times. The Tigerman is dead and it's really all because of you. As soon as you feel ok we're going to take you to the hospital and get you some help." "Fore?" "Yes Stew?" "Can Brett leave us alone for a minute?" "Sure Stew." Fore turned his head and without another word Brett left the two boys alone. "What do you want Stew?" "You." "Huh?" "I want you to make love to me." "Stew, I don't think this is the right time for that sort of thing." "Please Fore, I need you." "No Stew, not now, not here, if you want me to make love to you then it's going to be somewhere and at sometime when we are together and you have your peace of mind. After tonight you're in no fit state to handle that sort of thing. Trust me on this Stew. I want to make love to you, I really do, but I would feel guilty for the rest of my life if I did it just now. I know I'm a whore but I also know that you need love not sex, I'll be here for you as long as you want me and maybe we will have sometime in bed but this is not the time." The common sense of Fore's speach made it through the anguish of Stewarts mind and he knew deep down that what his new friend said was the truth and it also opened his mind the his true self, he was gay and he loved the street boy with deep feelings that he thought had died with the news of his now extinguished family. END: