Date: 2 Oct 2000 18:20:00 -0000
From: Mikey <mikey@maileditor.com>
Subject: Danny-5

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this stuff, please don't.  Otherwise, Enjoy.  Fantasies don't need
protection, real life does.  Play it safe.  Mikey

***

Escape:


Danny woke quickly to full alertness, a habit that had saved him several
times on the streets.  He wondered for a moment why Carlos was holding him.
Normally, the other man made him go back to his own pallet after he fucked
him.  And his ass definitely felt used.  Then he grimaced, remembering the
previous night.

Mack, the man that Carlos worked for, had apparently decided that Carlos
wasn't a bouncer any more.  Last night, he made Danny sixty-nine with a
very reluctant Carlos.  While they were doing that, Mack and another man
had taken the two young men at the same time.  Carlos had reacted to being
fucked very badly, but eventually had calmed down.

Danny did not really mind the sex; after all, he was a whore.  But Mack had
not mentioned payment at all, and that was stealing.  Danny was offended by
the thought.  Of course, Carlos would be insulted if he was paid for sex,
but he stole for Mack all the time.  Go figure.

Danny glanced at the man still sleeping on the single mattress that was the
only furnishing in the blank room the guards had locked them into
afterwards.  They had not even given them back their clothes.  Danny did
not think Mack was done with them or they would have been out the door by
now.

He looked around the room and quickly noticed the dark glass window.  He
wrapped his arms around his knees and sighed.  They were being watched or
taped through that window.  He had seen things like this before with one or
two of his johns.

The man beside him began to stir.  Danny watched him as he yawned and
glanced unconcernedly at the slighter man.  Then the events of the night
before came back to him.  His face tightened and he searched the room
angrily.

Danny said quietly, "That's a one-way window up there."

Carlos bounded to his feet and pounded on the glass.  It shook, but did not
give enough to break.  His fists clenched and he threw himself back and
forth across the room impatiently.  After a while, the door opened and two
large men stepped inside.  Carlos froze and glared at them.  They watched
him steadily, without expression.

Then one spoke, "If you two need to pee, come quietly.  If you cause any
trouble, we'll leave you here."

Carlos snarled, but gestured for Danny to come.  As the guard reached for
Carlos' arm, the angry young man jerked away.  He was slammed to the wall,
his arm twisted behind him, a knife in his kidneys.  Carlos struggled
futilely in the harsh grip.

"Don't be an fuckin' moron, Carlos.  Boss has plans for you.  You do what
you are told.  You know what happens to punks who cross him.  So you took
it up the ass.  Get used to it.  Everyone knows you been fucking your
little whore there for a long time."

Carlos spat out an obscenity and had his face slammed into the wall a
little harder.

Danny said nervously, "Carlos, I got to take a leak.  Come on, man."

The guard laughed and said snidely, "Listen to your girl-friend, boy."

Carlos slumped in resignation, but the tense set of his shoulders said he
was just waiting, not giving in.  The guard let him loose and patted his
bare butt insultingly.  The young man's lip curled into a snarl, but he did
not say anything.

"Come on, boy.  Move that pretty ass.  Boss wants to see you in a little
while.  All of you."  He leered at the naked boy, tapping the limp cock.

Carlos looked away and visibly bit back another curse.

Less than an hour later, the two boys stood in front of Mack and the other
man, Mr. Jones, he had been called.  It probably wasn't his real name.

Carlos was hostile and angry.  Danny was passive and resigned.  Danny knew
there was nothing he could do.  If they were out on the street, he was
faster than any of the goons, and knew every alley, roof, and shortcut.
But here, in Mack's building, he didn't have a chance to escape.  Yet.

Mack spoke.  "My associate, Mr. Jones, has requested that you two work for
him for a while.  Danny, I know your usual rates.  You get half of them
since you're working for me now.  Carlos, you do what you are told.  I pay
you the same as Danny."

Carlos frowned and blurted out, "I'm not a whore!"

Mack smiled grimly.  "You are what ever I tell you, or you are entirely
superfluous.  Understand?"

Carlos swallowed and paled.  He stared at his boss for a moment, then down
at the ground.  He tried once more, hoarsely, in a softer voice.  "Sir.  I
work hard for you.  But I ain't a fag.  I don't want to fuck guys."

Mack sneered.  "You did just fine last night.  Besides, you've been fucking
Danny here for years now.  Just shut up and do what you are told.  You go
with Mr. Jones and cooperate.  When he's done with you, I'll consider some
changes."

He had no intention of telling Carlos that the changes would be even less
to his liking.  'Oh, things will change, boy.  There's a good market in
some places for a well-broken, handsome young man.  You'll spend the rest
of your very short life opening your mouth or spreading your legs for some
fat bastard.  And make me a nice profit in the bargain.'  And Carlos would
be broken.  'The other little slut already is,' he thought with distain.

He did not know how mistaken he was about Danny.  More than one person had
underestimated the boy.  His patience and willingness to wait for the best
time, the right opportunity, were often confused with stupidity and lack of
spirit.  It was an error that would cost Mack.

Carlos stared at him for a moment, then nodded slowly.  "Yes sir," he said
with extreme reluctance, his shoulders sagging in defeat.

Danny just watched silently and waited.  They were not staying under Mack's
control one minute longer than they had to.  No matter what Danny had to do
to get them away.  Meanwhile, he had to keep Carlos from getting both of
them killed.  He knew it would not be an easy time.

***

Danny shivered in the cold misty rain.  His thin t-shirt and bike shorts
were completely soaked through.  It was late, he was tired and hungry and
scared.  Mack's men had chased him out of his usual territory and he did
not dare go back.  He still needed a few more tricks to get enough money
for the bus tickets he wanted.  Then he would try to get Carlos and they
would get as far from here as the money could take them.

Besides, he had nowhere to go but the cold doorway behind the light post he
leaned on.  Maybe the next john would let him drag it out long enough to
warm up in the car's heater.  He leaned back against the pole and waited,
wrapping his arms around his ribs.

The cars did not slow.  He was almost ready to give up and try to sleep on
the cold stone step when a large car slowed and the shaded window rolled
down.  He stepped forward hopefully.

"Danny?  What are you doing out here in the rain?" an incredulous deep
voice asked him.

He started and bent to peer in the window.  It was James, Horace's
bodyguard.  Looking at the ground, Danny shrugged and shoved his fingers in
the front of his shorts trying to warm them.

James frowned.  Whore or not, the kid had no business being on the street
in the rain.  Not unless he was desperate.

"Get in the car, boy."

Danny opened the door and slid in, not meeting the man's eyes.

"Okay, talk to me."  James said sternly, cranking the heat all the way up
at the sight of the chilled young man's shaking.

Danny cleared his throat and stumbled through an explanation, shivering
with cold.

"I ran away from Mack.  Please, sir.  Don't make me go back.  He's really
mad at me."

Danny looked up with misery on his face.  James raised a brow and started
the car.  Danny looked alarmed, but was almost too tired and cold to care
what happened next.

James said.  "Why?"

Danny looked back down at his old running shoes and huddled into the seat.
He didn't know James, but the man had been nice to him that time when Danny
had serviced his boss.  He decided to trust him enough to answer.  He
doubted it would make things worse.

"He was making me and Carlos do things so some guy he owed could make some
films.  Carlos is straight.  He didn't want to, so Mack gave him some drugs
and made him really out of it.  I don't mind the sex.  You know that.  But
Carlos hated it."

His voice broke and then continued softly, "At first, it was just Carlos
and me, but then he decided he didn't need me anymore.  With Carlos drugged
out and obedient he could use someone else.  Anyone else."

He paused and stared out the window into the rain.  "I heard him on the
phone.  He said he found a buyer for me in some other country.  I was gonna
disappear into this guy's harem and not cause any more trouble between
Carlos and what Mr. Jones wanted him to do.  I didn't really care.  It
couldn't be worse than the cribs.  I mean, he hasn't paid me since the
beginning, even though he said he would.  But that would leave Carlos
alone.  So, I split out the window first chance I got."

He shrugged, and then turned his tormented face to see James' concern and
disgust.  "I got to get Carlos out, sir.  He's my only friend.  They're
gonna do bad things to him."

James shook his head and started driving.  "Let's go to Mr. Horace.  He'll
have to decide what to do.  You hungry?"

Danny just nodded.  James bought some fast food at a drive through, and
they headed out of town to Horace's estate.  Danny fell asleep along the
way.

Horace studied the ragged young man in front of him.  "So, James tells me
that you no longer work for Mack.  Why don't you tell me the whole story?"

Danny told him how Mack had used him and Carlos with the other man,
Mr. Jones, then given them to him.  At first, the guy had just wanted sex
pictures.  The boys had stripped and fucked for him in all sorts of
positions.  Then things had changed.  He had used them to set up situations
to blackmail certain people.

Danny told him how he had overheard Mack say that he had found someone to
sell Danny to.  They no longer needed him to control Carlos.  The drugs
kept him complaisant.  Danny had climbed out the window and fled.  He had
tried to go back to his familiar territory but too many of Mack's men had
seen him and word was out that Mack was looking for him.  So he had moved
out to an unfamiliar area to try to get some money.  He was hoping to get
Carlos and get on a bus going almost anywhere else.  James had found him
there.

Horace listened quietly, then said.  "Describe this Jones to me."

Danny did so.  Comprehension dawned on Horace's face.  "There may be
something I can do, Danny.  I will have to check with some people.  It may
be possible to get Carlos back for you.  No promises."

Danny started to smile, but Horace raised his hand and said seriously, "I
am not doing this for free.  It involves calling in some serious favors.
You will owe me a great deal for the attempt."

Danny looked up worriedly.  "What do you want me to do, Sir?  I'll do
whatever I have to get Carlos back," he said in a low determined voice.

Horace smiled.  "Exactly.  What I want is for you to stay here and work for
me."

Danny stated quietly, not really a question, "You would want me like you
did before?"

Horace nodded.

Danny looked at the floor and back up again solemnly, remembering both the
beatings and the pleasure that had balanced out the pain.  It didn't
matter.  If he could rescue Carlos, he'd have done worse.  He agreed,
saying in a subdued voice, "Yes sir.  I'll do what you want."

 Horace smiled gently at him.  He understood his fears.  "Very well, Danny.
That pleases me.  We will have a good working relationship.  I will pay you
an allowance each week.  You live here and follow all of the rules.  And
you do whatever I tell you; go to whomever I tell you to go to, and only
them.  No whoring.  Understand?

Danny nodded silently.

"Good boy.  Now let's get you taken care of, while I make some calls."
Horace gestured to James.  "James, Danny will be joining the household.
Put him in the room by Jose.  He works for me now.  You take him and
explain the set up and the rules, and then get him settled in.  I won't
need him tonight.  He looks like he needs some food and some sleep."

James nodded.  "Yes sir."

Danny looked across into Horace's face.  "Thank you, sir.  I'll be good."

Horace patted his cheek.  "I know you will, Danny.  I enjoyed our last
encounter and am looking forward to many more.  Go get washed up, eat, and
rest.  I will see you after breakfast tomorrow."

"Yes sir.  Thank you, sir."

James took him to a small, nicely furnished, room.  The furniture was
plain, but sturdy.  Danny looked at the bed with the clean sheets and light
blanket with a thicker blanket folded at the foot and turned to the guard
with an amazed look.

"I'm to stay here?" he asked in a wondering voice.

James nodded.  "Yes.  It's not big, but everything you need is here.
Tomorrow we will see about getting you some more appropriate clothes.  For
tonight, you can borrow some of Jose's sweats.  There are six rooms here in
this wing.  We all share a bath down the hall.  Housekeeping does minor
stuff, but you keep your room clean yourself and leave the bath neat when
you are done.  Come on.  I'll introduce you to Jose.  Then you get into the
bath while I get you some dinner."

Danny just nodded, overwhelmed.  He had never even thought of having his
own room.  The closest he ever had was a separate pile of cardboard and
newspapers while he lived in the rundown room with Carlos and four others.
When he had lived with his mother, their room wasn't any bigger than this,
and had only a bed and rickety card table with some folding chairs.  He had
slept on the floor there.  The bed was used for other things.  Things he
didn't want to remember.

James knocked on the door of the room next to Danny's.  A young man wearing
only a pair of loose shorts opened it.  Jose was Hispanic, but unlike
Carlos who showed the strong features of his Native American heritage, this
handsome young man reflected the Spanish side with the sharp features and
paler skin.  He was built a great deal like Carlos with the thick muscles
displayed openly in his undress.  He was slightly shorter than James, but
slim and strong with a cat-like grace when he moved.

James said, "Jose, this is Danny.  He is moving into the room next to you.
He needs to borrow some clothes until we can make other arrangements."

Jose studied the thin tired boy beside his senior partner.  'No way that
one's a guard.  Too thin and worn out.  One of the boss' toys?'  He raised
one eyebrow at James in question.

James shrugged and stated plainly, "He belongs to Mr. Horace.  The boss
will send for him when he wants him.  Other than that, he stays with one of
us."

Jose nodded, his face showing his understanding of the boy's status.  Danny
stood there impassively.  He was used to the abuse when people found out
that he was just a sex object.  But the young guard did not criticize.

He just said in his light accent, "Un momento."  He left the door open
while he moved lightly to the dresser.  Danny could see that his room was
very similar to the one James had shown him.

Jose rummaged in the drawers and pulled out a t-shirt, socks, pair of
shorts similar to the ones he was wearing, and set of gray sweat pants.
"Here, these have drawstrings, so the size won't matter," he said with a
gleaming white smile when he handed the clothing to Danny.

The young man stammered out a thank you that the other waved off.

Jose smiled and studied the boy carefully.  If he was one of Horace's boys,
then he would probably be available to the guards also.  They usually were.
Washed and fed properly, the kid would be good looking.  Jose could wait.
For a little while.  He grinned at James with a raised brow.  "Later,
amigo."

James just smiled and gestured towards the door down the hall.  "Go on,
Danny.  Time to wash.  Third door down.  Everything's there.  Towels are in
the cabinet.  Just help yourself.  Toothbrushes are in the second drawer
down.  Pick a different color package from the ones in the holder.  Leave
your old clothes in the hamper.  They'll get washed and returned to you
tomorrow.  I'll go get you some dinner."

Jose licked his lips while he watched the trim ass in the tight bike shorts
move away.  'A perfect handful.  If El Jefe likes him, then the kid is
definitely a bottom.  Wonder if he does top also?  I'll definitely have to
find out.'

James punched him lightly on the chest.  "All right, Romeo.  You just hold
off until boss Okays it.  He needs to see Doc first anyway.  No telling who
or what he's been doing on the streets."

Jose gave him a look of wounded innocence belied by the wicked gleam in the
black eyes.  "Romeo was an amateur," he snorted and closed the door.

James chuckled and left.  He knew his young partner.  Jose would have Danny
flat on his back and enjoying every second as soon as Horace gave them
permission.  That was okay.  James had every intention of having both of
them together when he could.  He and Jose enjoyed each other fairly
frequently, and James had seen Danny in action and would love to get that
mouth on his own cock.

James spoke as a damp, but thoroughly clean, Danny wolfed down his dinner,
sitting cross-legged on his new bed.

"Jose or I will escort you until you learn where everything is.  The other
two guards are Brad and Sam.  They alternate shifts with us.  Sometimes
there are two more, but not right now.  We start at six with a workout and
run.  Then breakfast at eight.  After that we will get you some clothes and
get over to see Doc.  You get a clean bill of health and we're good.  The
rest of the day is Mr. Horace's schedule.  Later on, we'll change your
schedule if we need to."

He paused, and looked steadily at Danny.  "Danny, I assume you're gay."  He
waited for Danny's brief nod, then continued, "You heard the boss.  You
agreed that you belong to him now.  That means you don't mess around with
anyone he doesn't approve.  If you want something, then you come to Jose or
me.  Brad and Sam are straight.  But one of us will take care of you.
Understand?"

Danny looked at the big man in surprise, then remembered the gentle
calloused hands washing his tired sore body and equally gently jacking him
off in the tub when he had first met them.  He flushed and nodded.  "Yes
sir."  He wasn't used to discussing his own needs with anyone.  No one had
ever cared before.  He yawned.  He was exhausted and did not know how much
longer he could go on.

James saw the yawn and the pale face as the boy swayed slightly.  The kid
was out on his feet.  He took the tray and said gruffly, "Go to sleep.
I'll wake you in the morning."

Danny mumbled and was asleep in the amazingly cool clean sheets almost
before his head hit the pillow.

In another room, Horace was just hanging up the phone.  He saw James and
waved for him to come in.  He smiled.  "Jones is who I thought.  I called
the Commissioner and he is going to get someone on it right away.  He's
been looking for a way to pin that crew down.  Until then, keep Danny under
wraps.  I don't want them getting a hold of him and doing anything drastic.
Samuel agreed that he will get Carlos out as a witness and turn him over to
Joe's custody."

James grinned.  Joe was a cop, but he was also one of Horace's 'friends'.
Danny's friend would be delivered here fairly soon.

"I introduced Danny to Jose and got him some clothes.  He's sound asleep
now.  Tomorrow we'll get him into our routine and over to Doc's."

Horace laughed.  "As cute as that kid is, I am surprised Jose was willing
to give him anything to wear.  He would enjoy it much more having him
wander around stark naked.  Did you warn the kid, or are you just going to
let him wake up under the 'Hose'?"

James snorted.  "Despite the fact that Danny looks like a babe in diapers
beside Jose, I rather suspect that he is more than able to figure out some
things on his own.  I gather he's been on the street for a few years now,
and he did manage to get away from Mack, even if he doesn't have enough
sense to come in out of the rain."

Horace just laughed and their conversation drifted to other matters.  James
was more than just his head guard.  The big man had been his confidant and
right hand for years now.

Very early the next morning, Danny woke tense and disoriented at the knock
on the door.  He sat up quickly as James opened the door to his room and
flipped on the light.  Then he relaxed slightly when he remembered what had
happened yesterday, and where he was.

"Rise and shine, Danny.  Time to get started.  Just put on the shorts and
shoes for now.  The rain stopped, but it is still muddy so we're going to
the pool today."

'The pool?'  Danny couldn't remember the last time he had gone swimming.
He stopped and looked at the two guards in the doorway.  "I don't know how
to swim, sir," he said hesitantly.

Jose grinned.  "Don't worry.  We'll teach you.  I can teach you lots of
things," he said suggestively.

He was wearing a very skimpy skintight swimsuit in an eye-searing orange.
The thong-like suit was cut so high in the rear that both of his round hard
cheeks were completely bare and the tiny triangle of material concealed
only the dimples just above his crack.  He obviously shaved his body smooth
just like Danny did, because there wasn't enough room in that so-called
suit for anything besides the heavy equipment already filling it.  When he
saw Danny's wide-eyed stare, he leered and strutted down the hall.

James just sighed and gave the young man a gentle push to get him moving.
"Ignore him.  He's impossible when there's someone around to impress."

Danny shook his head and murmured to himself, "And I thought I was the
whore."

James' sharp ears caught the soft comment and he laughed.  "Oh no, boy.
You don't think the boss hired him only because he has a black belt, and
can do miracles with any electronic surveillance system?  Do you?  He's
quite serious about wanting to show you lots of things.  Starting with his
thing.  The minute Mr. Horace gives him permission, he's going to be on you
like a starving wolf."

Danny stopped in his tracks and stared in shock at the big guard.  He had
not expected such open sexuality even after Horace had taken him last time
with both James and the other guard watching.

James smiled; the gentle look incongruous on his hard face.  He reached out
and cupped the younger man's chin, turning his face up to his.  "Don't
worry, Danny.  He'll wait."  He brushed his lips lightly across the
astonished boy's mouth, smiling down into the beautiful face.  "I'm senior.
I get first turn."  He turned and started down the hall.

Danny shook his head and followed bemusedly.  Whole new worlds were opening
up in his mind.  He wondered where they were going and decided it didn't
matter.  It was definitely better than where he had been.  He hurried to
catch up with the other man.

***

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Mike.

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