Date: Sun, 14 Jan 2018 03:52:25 -0500 From: Ely Vanity Subject: The Rent Boy Client Part 8 (Adult-youth) Part 8 of my series - The Rent Boy Client (its been a couple years since I last added a chapter to this series in the Adult-Youth section.) ***Begin*** DONATE -- Please donate to Nifty so we can all continue to enjoy the stories hosted by this great site. Nifty hosts a ton of stories and provides them to us for free. Give Nifty some love and money. http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html Disclaimer -- This story is a work of fiction. None of the events, business, or people in this story are real. The author does not encourage or condone anyone breaking any laws. My Other Story on Nifty http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/adult-youth/diamond-in-the-rough/ All my stories can be found at www.asstr.org/~ElyVanity Notes to Readers -- My apologies for the very long delay between chapters. I'm back writing again and I hope to be able to keep at for a bit. Comments and feedback welcome. I love hearing from readers as it is the only payment I get for this labour of love. Email me at elyvanity at safe-mail.net. - Ely Vanity The Rent Boy Client -- 8 by Ely Vanity Early Summer 2014 Tony headed into work early on Monday morning. He had a lot of work to get done and wanted to make sure he was caught up so that he could spend some time on Tuesday getting out to New Beginnings to visit Dylan. He did a quick update on his pending cases, then sent an email to Barbara with Diana and Rebecca's contact information to get the ball rolling on getting them approved to care for Dylan if he ever got released. Next he had Andy start working on a draft of a letter to the DA's office demanding all the material they had on the homicides at 2575 North Harding while he ordered up reports from the department's investigators on Dylan's family. He thought about adding the name John T. Doonan to the request but decided to hold off and follow up that lead himself. If there was a conspiracy against Dylan, he wanted to keep the info the boy passed to him directly as close to his vest as possible. After lunch, there was an email from Roger Gunderson, the director of New Beginnings, with a status report on Dylan. The boy was suffering from withdrawal from the drugs he'd been using, particularly crystal meth. The boy also had an extensive history of using other drugs, with marijuana being the most common. Not much alcohol use, which had surprised Roger. In Roger's opinion the boy's overall prognosis for recovery was good. He was going to conduct a full psych exam that afternoon. Extensive use of crystal and marijuana tended to increase paranoia, so Roger felt the drug use was likely to blame for any paranoia the boy was experiencing, but he would have a better idea after the exam. He promised to send over a summary by tomorrow morning, assuming Dylan consented to the release of the information. The email also mentioned that there was someone staking out the facility. The man had shown up shortly after Dylan arrived, and had been watching the place from down the street during the clinic's visiting hours. A photo that one of the orderlies had taken of the man who was watching the place was attached to the email. Tony printed out the photo and had Andy circulate the picture around the office to see if anyone there recognized the man. While the intern was doing that, Tony reviewed Andy's draft of the letter, made a few minor changes and sent the letter off to the DA's office. Andy returned an hour later and told him that Shierra, one of the attorneys that handled a lot of the simple prostitution cases had recognized the man as Detective Stephen Hannigan from Vice. Tony thanked the cute law student intern for all his help and complemented him on his work on the draft letter. As Tony worked on his final task for the day, submitting an estimated budget of what resources in time and money this case was likely to consume, he kept wondering how deep this rabbit hole of a case went. How much trouble had Dylan gotten himself into? Why was this case being handled by the DA's right hand man. With more questions than answers running through his head, he emailed his budget summary to his boss, Henry Olsen, then headed home to have dinner with Shane. The boy was trying to teach himself how to cook so that when he headed off to college he wouldn't have to depend entirely on cafeteria food and take-out. *** Late Spring 2012 Dylan sat on the front steps of the porch in front of Arnie's house. His hair was still wet from his shower. He had been in Chicago for two weeks now and he was getting tired of working for Danny. At first it had seemed like the teen was looking out for him, but over the last week Dylan started to realize that Danny was intentionally keeping him in debt to him. Danny had taken him out on about two 'dates' a week, splitting the proceeds with him which had allowed Dylan to get his own room and have some food to eat, but it was never enough to pay for everything he needed or wanted, so he was still having to borrow money from Danny. Besides his own room, his next biggest expense was drugs, especially all the weed he was smoking. Dylan was only using ecstasy once or twice a week, mainly when they would go out to an all night underground party, but he and Danny were constantly stoned. Danny had insisted that Dylan start buying his own marijuana and had introduced him to his dealer, Marco, a nineteen year old that spent most of his time with the homeless kids that hung out in Hyde Park. Unfortunately for Dylan, Marco was straight, so Dylan had to pay in cash. When Dylan asked Danny about trying to earn more money, Danny made excuses, telling Dylan that because of his young age, most of the common ways of finding clients, like Internet escort sites and ads, were not an option for the youngster, so he had to be patient and let Danny help him build up a stable of clients. Finally yesterday morning when Danny was still asleep, Dylan was sitting in the living room watching TV when he saw Richie coming into the house after having spent the night out. He stood up and followed the experienced sixteen-year-old boy whore down the hall towards his room. As Richie was unlocking the door to his room, Dylan asked him how he dealt with finding clients if he couldn't use the Internet to advertise. Richie laughed at him. "Who told you that you couldn't advertise online?" scoffed Richie. "Well Danny said it was too risky, that the cops ran sting operations online," said Dylan. "Yeah, so you just have to make sure you have some police protection. Danny hasn't introduced you to Officer Hannigan yet? Fucking asshole. He is totally using you and keeping you his bitch," said Richie, shaking his head in contempt. "Oh, um, how does it work, this, uh, protection? Does it cost money?" asked Dylan. Richie smiled, a mischievous look in his gray eyes, as he reached out and patted Dylan's ass, "No, it doesn't cost money. Officer Hannigan takes it out in trade. He's got a nice big fat Irish cock and as long as you let him fuck you every now and again, you never have to worry about getting caught by Vice in a sting operation. He's a little rough, but its worth the pain to be in with him. He's also connected with all the richest clients that are looking for prime boy tail like yours. Clients that want fresh young trade, not burnt out drug addicts like Danny." Dylan blushed as Richie continued to grope his butt through his tight jeans. "Okay, ah, so what I'm a gonna owe you to, um, hook me up with this cop?" asked Dylan. Richie winked and squeezed Dylan's butt, "You can pay me with that, but sometime later, I'm all fucked out this morning and need to crash. Here, give me your phone and I'll give you his number. Just text him a naked selfie and tell him you're a new housemate of RR." Dylan went and got his phone and handed it to Richie who added a contact, labeling it 'Security'. Richie handed Dylan his phone back then went into his room and shut the door so he could get some sleep. Dylan returned to his own room and spent several long minutes debating what to do. He knew if he followed Richie's advice that Danny would get upset when he found out. He also knew that if he didn't, he was likely to continue to be Danny's bitch. Was it easier to just continue letting Danny make all the decisions, or did he want to be free of the older boy? Dylan still hadn't made a decision when Danny got up. Dylan asked Danny if they were going to see any clients this weekend, the long Memorial Day Holiday weekend. Danny got a bit evasive and made excuses about how he was going to be busy visiting family this weekend but that he would try to set something up for Dylan. Before Danny left to go take his shower, he told Dylan not to worry though that if he didn't set up a trick for Dylan, he would just loan him some more money. While Danny was in the shower, Dylan stripped and used the full length mirror on the back of his door to snap a selfie which he sent following the instructions Richie had given him. Later that night, around eight pm, he received a reply: 'Be out in front of the house tomorrow at 3pm and be ready to audition.' Exactly at 3pm a white Crown Victoria with tinted windows pulled up in front of the house. It had several large antennas and even Dylan immediately knew it was an unmarked police car. He got up off the steps of the porch and walked to the curb. As he approached the car, the passenger window rolled down; Dylan looked inside. "You Richie's new roommate?" asked a large redheaded man. He was about six feet tall and in good shape. The man's tight jeans and t-shirt showed off his thick muscular legs and muscular chest. He was clean shaven with his red hair cut short, just a bit longer than a buzz cut. Dylan guessed he was probably in his late thirties or early forties. "Yes, uh, you Officer Hannigan?" asked Dylan. "Yeah, get in," said Hannigan as he unlocked the door. Dylan opened it and climbed into the car, shutting the door behind him. "Um, where we going?" he asked nervously. "It doesn't matter where were going. All you need to know is that its someplace we won't be disturbed. I don't trust Arnie or his friends, so I don't want to talk or do anything at his place," said the cop as he pulled out and headed south. While they drove, Officer Hannigan introduced himself and told Dylan to call him Steve. He started off asking Dylan a bunch of questions, such as his name, where he came from, his parents names, and other basic biographical information. Dylan saw that the man had a gun in a holster on his hip. As they drove Dylan noticed they were headed into a much rougher neighborhood, one that was increasingly less populated and dominated by industrial buildings. Dylan tried lying about his father, telling him that his father was a soldier killed in Iraq. Officer Hannigan turned and glared at Dylan for a second. "Don't try to bullshit me boy. I'm not an idiot that didn't bother to check you out before I arranged to meet you. Your father's in jail in Iowa doing twenty years for armed robbery. If you want my help you don't lie to me or try to pull one over on me. I'll always be two-steps ahead of you. I've been dealing with kids like you for twenty years. You cross me and I'll kill you," he said as he pulled the car through a gate into the parking lot in front of an industrial warehouse. "Get out," ordered Hannigan after he had stopped the car and turned it off. He led Dylan into the warehouse through a side door. The vice cop flicked a switch on the wall and the overhead lights on the high ceiling flickered to life. The inside of the warehouse was empty and Dylan was confused about why they were there. His confusion quickly gave way to fear as Officer Hannigan drew his pistol from its holster and pointed it at Dylan's head. "You are nothing boy; a nobody. I can kill you any time I want and no one will miss you or come looking for you. Not your family. Not those other whores you think are your friends," hissed the cop as he held his gun a few inches from Dylan's face. Lightning quick, the cop moved his hand and squeezed off three shots above Dylan's head. BANG BANG BANG. Dylan jumped backward and fell to the floor. His ears were ringing and he pissed himself a little. When his hearing recovered, he heard Hannigan laughing as the cop stood over him. "Like I said, no one is going to come rescue you. I can get you anywhere in the city. Never forget, I am the law in this town. You ever cross me and I will kill you. Got that?" asked the cop. Dylan was too terrified to speak, so he nodded instead. That seemed to satisfy Hannigan as the man gave Dylan a smug smile and nodded back. He then reached down and grabbed a fistful of the boy's long brown hair. He started to drag the boy across the concrete floor. Dylan scrambled to get his feet under him. After a few moments of pain, both from being dragged across concrete and from being pulled by the hair, Dylan was able to get on his feet. Hannigan led the boy to an interior door at the end of the warehouse. It led into what had once been a small office, but was now furnished with a queen sized mattress on the otherwise bare floor. Hannigan threw Dylan towards the mattress, causing the boy to trip as his feet the edge. "Okay, get your clothes off while I explain the situation whore. I'll make sure you don't get caught up in any vice squad stings and even give your cell number to a few of my friends that like some chicken and or drugs. But I'm not your pimp. Any clients I send your way will pay you just like any others and you don't owe me a cut. If any of your johns beat you up, don't come crying to me. The ones I send your way know better then to damage the merchandise; bruise yes, break no. You got that?" explained the officer as the twelve-year-old boy stripped off his clothes. Dylan managed to squeak out a, "Yes sir." "Good. You got any questions before I fuck you?" asked Hannigan. Dylan was still a bit puzzled about the whole arrangement. He gave it some thought as he finished taking off his clothes, sliding his black bikini briefs off his slim hairless legs. "But if I'm not giving you a share of my money, what's in it for you?" he asked. "Some occasional boy pussy and keeping on the right side of the right people," answered the cop as he started to strip off his own clothes. He made sure to place his gun on the far side of the room. Once he was naked he walked over to the edge of the bed and stood over the boy. "Suck me; get me hard," he ordered. Dylan got up on his knees and wrapped his hand around the cop's flaccid uncut cock. It was about four inches soft, but still had a decent thickness. The Irish cop had a thick wild untrimmed bush of red pubes. He was also very pale, as was typical of red heads. Dylan jacked the man's dick with his small hand a few times then wrapped his lips around the head. He used his tongue to lick around the glans as pulled back on the foreskin. It did not take long for the cop's cock to start growing as Dylan licked, sucked, and wanked it. Once it was close to reaching its full seven inch length, Hannigan grabbed the boy by the back of the head, getting two good handfuls of the boy's hair. He held the boy's head in place as he started to rock his hips back and forth, fucking the boy's mouth. He kept feeding the twelve-year-old whore more of his cock until he was making the boy gag every time he thrust forward. Dylan tried to pull away but the man was too strong. He forced his hardening cock down the boy's throat until Dylan was suffocating. The boy flailed his arms and beat against the man's thighs as he struggled for air. "Yeah, choke on that big cock you little whore. You're nothing but a collection of warm holes to be used by real men," said the burly cop as Dylan struggled against him, "I love breaking a boy that still has some fight in him." Right before Dylan felt like he was about to pass out, Hannigan pushed the boy off his cock and back on to the mattress. Dylan coughed up spit and pre-cum as he gasped for breath. Before he could complete recover, the cop was on top of him, wrestling him into position until Dylan was laying face down on the bed. "Today's your lucky day boy. Normally I would tear your ass up good, fuck you dry and make you bleed. You wouldn't be able to sit or shit right for a week, but I got a VIP that wants to see you tonight. So you'll probably actually get to enjoy this," said the cop. Dylan could tell the man actually seemed disappointed that he wasn't going to be able to brutalize his ass today. He could feel the cop shifting his weight around on top of him as he reached for something that was between the head of the mattress and the wall. Dylan heard the sound of lube being squirted out a second before he felt Hannigan's slick finger press up against his pucker. While the cop had said he wasn't going to brutalize the boy, he still wasn't gentle as he worked his finger into the boy's ass. Once he had the kid's ass open enough to get two fingers inside, he pulled them out, lubed up his fat seven inch cock and mounted the boy. Dylan whimpered as the cop's fat pink mast pushed its way into his small body. "Oh yeah, there's nothing else like fucking a kid," said Hannigan as his slowly sunk his cock into the twelve-year-old runaway turned child prostitute. The cop had initially resisted `dipping his wick' into the children he procured for the rich and powerful, but after a couple years he finally decided to see what it was that these men were willing to pay him so much to find for them. While he was still perfectly happy to fuck some big breasted bimbo he picked up in a bar, he could no longer resist dominating a kid like Dylan. The fact that it was so wrong and immoral and the kids were so helpless under his power made it all the more enjoyable. "Oh fuck you got a nice tight ass still, glad I got a chance to fuck ya before you're ass gets all sloppy and loose," said the cop. He started to pick up his pace as Dylan's ass got used to his cock. Dylan wasn't enjoying the rough fuck as much as the other times he had been fucked. Not only was the cop not being as gentle as the other men had been when they fucked him, but this was the first time that Dylan was getting fucked when he wasn't also stoned. While it wasn't as enjoyable as the other times, it wasn't entirely unpleasant. For the first time though it finally felt like something he was just doing cause he had to, not cause he wanted it. After a few minutes of fucking the boy into the mattress, Hannigan pulled off of the kid and rolled him over onto his back. He smiled when he saw that the twelve year old's little bare cock was semi-hard. "Fucking slut," he said as he spat into the boy's face. He pushed the boy's slim legs up and back until they were pressed against his flat pale chest. This lifted the boy's ass up and into position. He leaned forward and slid his cock back inside the young slut. Once he was again ball's deep into the boy, he let go of Dylan's legs and placed his hand on the boy's throat. "Yeah, take that cock you little slut," he growled as he started to pound the boy's upturned ass. Dylan couldn't respond as he once again couldn't breath as the man choked him, this time with his hand instead of his cock. Dylan grabbed the man's wrist with both of his hands and tried to pry it off his throat as he once again panicked as he struggled to breath. As he was about to pass out from the lack of oxygen, Dylan had an out of body experience. He felt like he was floating above the bed. He could no longer see, but his other senses were still working. He could hear the slapping of skin on skin as the cop fucked his ass relentlessly. He could smell the mix of sweat and deodorant the cop was wearing. He also felt the rush of endorphins as his body struggled to live and also started to climax from the stimulation to his young developing prostate. The last thing he remembered as he blacked out was the warm sensation of his watery cum shooting onto his stomach as he came. Dylan was alone on the mattress when he regained consciousness. It took him a second to get his bearings and remember where he was. His stomach was covered in cold slimy semen that was quickly drying. He ran his hand threw it and knew that it was not just his own cum that he was covered in. The cop must have pulled out and cum on him rather than in him. Just as Dylan was regaining his senses, he was yanked onto his feet. "Let's get you cleaned up and back home kid," said Officer Hannigan as he pulled the boy out of the office and back into the empty warehouse. There was a hose mounted on the wall near the office and the vice cop used it to hose off the young boy. Dylan tried to shield himself from the rush of cold water, but the cop was determined to blast the pair's cum off the boy's chest and stomach. Once the evidence of their activities was washed away, the cop sent Dylan back to the office to get dressed. On the ride back to Arnie's house, Hannigan was a lot less talkative. His only comment was to let Dylan know that anyone he referred to the kid would say that they were a `friend of Jimmy'. When Dylan asked who Jimmy was, the cop just backhanded him and said, "There is no Jimmy you dumbshit." An hour after Dylan had been returned home, his cellphone rang. It was a man who said he was a friend of Jimmy and he wanted Dylan to spend the night. He offered two-thousand dollars and also told Dylan to ask Arnie for a Tina starter pack to bring along. A car would be by at eight that night to pick him up. Dylan didn't hesitate and agreed.