Date: Thu, 19 Aug 2010 12:41:03 -0700 (PDT)
From: Randy Howard <randyhoward2@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wanted / Incest / Chapter One

Wanted

By

Randy Howard

Chapter One

Mathew Williams had waited most of his young life for this year to come,
and now it was finally here. He would be turning eighteen in a few days and
that meant he'd be free of the child protective service, and also Andy
Miller, that had called the shots for the last six years.

His mom had died from a brain aneurism; his father was unknown, so that
meant that he was put into a foster home until he turned eighteen. He was
sitting at his desk in his bedroom, which he shared with another foster
kid, James.

"I am so jealous of you Matt, to be finally out on your own," James said,
standing behind Mathew, his hands resting on Mathew's shoulders and reading
the want ads.

"You'll be eighteen in a few more years, and then you can come live with me
James."

"But it's going to be lonely just the same without you here with me. Not
only that, but it means that I'll be the only one that he fucks," James
said, referring to Andy, the foster father that they lived with.

"Just don't anger him James, just do what he asks of you."

"Anger him, he'll hit me even if I could stand on my head and shit solid
gold ingots," James said, and Mathew knew just what he meant.

Andy Miller was a hard man to please and he demanded his boys to be blindly
obedient to him. Not only when he was home with them, but also when the
boys were at school.

"Here's one James," Mathew said reading aloud an ad for an apartment.

***

Wanted: a single, white young man between 18 and 30, to share an apartment,
the ad began, and the underlined word had caught his attention. Applicant
must be drug free and a non-smoker. The rent for such a person is $350 a
month and that includes utilities. Please reply by calling Chad @
555-686-1284.

***

"But I thought that you and I were going to share an apartment Matt?" James
asked disappointedly. "How can we if you are living with someone Matt?"

"We are sweetie, but until you are eighteen, I can't afford one by myself,
so this is the best way for me right now," Matt told him, pulling out his
cell phone and then dialing the number. "It's ringing James," Matt said
excitedly, waiting for the man to pick up.

"Hello, Chad speaking," the voice said.

"Hello sir, this is..." but the machine cut Mathew off.

"I can't come to the phone at the moment so leave your name and number. I
will return your call, providing I like your message," the voice said and
then laughed.

"This is Mathew and I'm calling about your ad for a roommate," Mathew said
disappointedly, but continued. "I'm eighteen and white, but I don't see why
that would matter. I am a non-smoker and only use drugs when arrogant
assholes annoy me. So I have changed my mind about having you for a
roommate," he said and hung up, not bothering to leave a number.

"Oh my God Matt, you'll never get that apartment with a message like that,"
James scolded, but inside he was elated.

"That was the idea James; you should have heard how arrogant that man was
in his message. Besides that, I don't think, no I know that I cannot live
with a bigot. Only whites need apply, how arrogant and bigoted is that?" he
added.

James jumped up and down, overjoyed to have Mathew there longer.

"Boys!" a voice shouted from downstairs. "Get your fucking asses down here,
and I mean now," he shouted.

"Fuck, Andy is home," James said with fear in his voice.

"Just let me be the one to service him today James," Mathew said as they
walked downstairs.

***

As they entered the living room, the boys saw another man with Andy, and
nothing like the men that he usually had over. This man was covered with
tattoos and his head was shaven.

"I told you that they were good looking, especially Mattie," Andy said to
the man that was with him.

"He's no kid though, but this one is, now he's more like it Andy," he said
walking over to James and fondling the boy's crotch, causing James to jump
back.

"Did I tell you to move boy," the man shouted, striking James' face.

"No sir...sorry sir," James said, standing at attention, while the man
continued his groping of the boy.

"How old is this one Andy?" he asked.

"He just turned fifteen last month and hasn't got a hair on his body," Andy
said, nodding to James.

James knew what that nod meant, strip, so he quickly removed his
clothes. James was just over five feet and hadn't begun his muscular
development yet. His body was lean, not an ounce of fat and his skin was
alabaster white. The man looked up and down James' body, pausing and
feeling when he got to the boy's crotch. He placed his hand under James'
cock, lifting it and examining the boy's balls.

"Damn Andy, this boy doesn't look more than twelve. Why he doesn't even
have pubic hair yet... fuck, would you look at that ass," he said, turning
James around.

 "What did I tell you Mike, he's perfect for your films," Andy
said. "Couldn't you use Matt here in your films?"

"I'm not interested in this one," looking at Mathew, "he is too old to pass
for a twink, but you're right, he is damn handsome. Maybe I will use him,
he could be the one to fuck the boys," Mike said, nodding at Mathew.

Mathew also knew that nod and he too removed his clothes. Where James was
short and skinny, Mathew was taller and well developed muscularly. His
pecks were firm and protruded from his body, like a body builder's pecks
do. He had brownish red nipples that stood tall when the air hit them.

Where James' stomach was flat and undefined, Mathew had a six-pack forming,
and his cock was a solid six inches soft. He had long blond hair and green
eyes, while James had brown hair and eyes; Mike stepped closer, feeling
Mathew's face.

"If I keep him from shaving for a few days, he could pass for an older
man," Mike said.

"I don't shave yet sir," Mathew said, realizing his mistake.

"Did I speak to you boy," Mike said, slapping Mathew hard across the
face. "On second thought keep him, he strikes me as a problem bitch," he
added.

Mathew knew that James was going to be used for the child porn industry,
which they both had done ever since they arrived at Andy's house and that
made Matthew angry. He was angry because in a few weeks, he'd no longer be
there to protect the boy.

"I've got to find a way to get him out of this house, before something
really bad happens to him," Mathew thought.

"Get dressed boy, you're going for a ride," Mike said to James, and then
turned to Andy, handing him cash.

"I've got another boy coming tomorrow Mike, a ten year old," Andy said. "He
has no family left and he's a real cute red head," he added.

"Freckles?" Mike asked smiling.

"Tons and with the right care, he could be in this business for years,"
Andy said.

"Oh my God, not another boy to fall into his evil hands," Mathew thought.

Mathew knew what this industry did to boys, because he had been in it ever
since he arrived in Andy's house, having been introduced to it a week after
he had gotten there. He and James had been rented out to men that liked sex
with young boys. While Matt had been twelve when Andy started him, James
was nine. Mathew had laid awake listening to James' screams of pain when
Andy first fucked him.

Mathew and James exchanged glances as they dressed. James was no stranger
to this industry either, but to this man Mike, he was. The other man,
Dennis, had always been good and gentle with them. But this Mike, he was
something that neither he nor Mathew had encountered before.

Once dressed, Mike took possession of James, giving the boy's ass a slap.

"Get your sorry ass into the kitchen and get dinner ready," Andy barked at
Mathew.

"Yes sir," Andy said, and quickly walked away, exchanging glances with
James as he passed the boy.

"Just make sure that he's back by tomorrow at ten, because his case worker
is coming with the new boy and will be expecting to talk to him and that
one," Andy said motioning toward Mathew.

"No problem Andy, I have several men coming over in a couple of hours. We
should be done filming by eleven or twelve tonight, and then I'll shoot him
back home," Mike said, grabbing James by the arm, dragging him out the door
with him.

***

Mathew was sitting in his room after dinner, when he felt his cell phone
vibrate. He'd learned just after Andy took his cell away when he first got
it, to keep it on vibrate instead of ringing so that Andy would not hear
it..

"Hello," he said quietly, knowing that Andy was just downstairs napping,
having already had his first round of sex with Mathew.

"Is this Mattie, the kid that left me that nasty message," Chad asked,
hating the name Mattie.

"Yeah and what of it," Mathew arrogantly replied.

"I have never had anyone leave a message like that before man, you must
have a huge set of balls or just plain stupid," Chad said chuckling.

"I don't like bigots and I am not a trained seal that will jump when told
to," he said back, ready to hang up.

"I would hope not Mattie, and I am not even close to being a bigot. I set
up the ad as well as that message to weed out possible assholes that are."

"That reminds me, just how did you get my number? I never left it," Mathew
said suspiciously.

"Caller id, I just eliminated the numbers that I knew and came up with this
one. Seeing how you were the only caller about the ad today, it was
rudimentary that this number belonged to you."

"Listen sir, can we start over?" he asked apologetically. "I really need an
apartment and yours sounded good," Matt said.

"As far as I am concerned Mattie, the room is yours," Chad said. "How about
stopping over tomorrow around... say one in the afternoon? That way I can
show you the room and the rest of the apartment."

"One is good sir, so what is the address," Mathew asked.

"First off it's Chad and not sir," Chad demanded. "The address is 19
Shallowford Road."

"Thank you so much Chad, and Chad, I'm sorry about that message," Mathew
said.

"I'm not; it made me call you back. Like my message said, if I don't like
your message then I won't return your call," he said, hanging up.

Mathew was euphoric, everything was falling into place. He would turn
eighteen on the seventh, at midnight, and be out of there by one minute
after.

Mathew sat and figured out his expenses, he'd need a bedroom set and
clothes. His mother had left him a life insurance policy, but he couldn't
touch it until he was eighteen. Thankfully she had set it up so that the
money would be held in trust until then. That way neither Andy, nor the
state could touch it.

"Oh my God James, what happened," he said when James came stumbling through
the door.

"I'm ok Matt, I just need to sleep is all," he said.

Mathew could see that James was high, another side affect of this
business. Drugging the boys allowed them to take numerous cocks and various
sizes with minimum pain. When James turned and dropped his jeans, his
underwear was stained with blood.

"James... you're bleeding from your ass," Mathew said jumping up and
running over to the boy.

"I am... it'll stop... I guess," he said in a drugged stupor.

"Come on James; let's get you into the tub. A nice warm bath will help ease
the pain," he said leading the boy to the bathroom.

While the water ran in the tub, Mathew helped James undress. Once naked,
Mathew could see the bruises and marks that covered James' back and ass. He
looked down at the boy's legs, and his ankles showed marks from where he
had been restrained.  Grabbing James' wrists, they too showed the same
markings.

"I don't know how I am going to do it James, but I am not going to leave
you here when I go," Mathew whispered in the boy's ear.

"You can't afford me Matt...I'll be ok," he said as Mathew eased the boy
into the tub of warm water.

Mathew watched as James closed his eyes, drifting off to sleep. "No James,
you got to stay awake or you'll drown," Mathew said, shaking the boy until
he opened his eyes.

"In my room boy," Mathew heard and turned to see Andy standing in the
doorway, naked.

"Please sir, let me finish here and then I'll give you the best time that
you have ever had sir," he pleaded, looking at Andy, hoping that he would
have compassion for James.

"He's fine and I'm horny, now get that sweet ass in my bed boy," Andy
shouted, striking Mathew hard across the face.

"No sir... I am not going to leave James unattended, not with him drugged
like this," Mathew challenged.

"Are you defying me boy," Andy said, raising his hand to strike Mathew
again.

Mathew had had enough; he caught Andy by the wrist and twisted him around,
causing him to fall, striking his head on the sink as he went down.

Mathew stared at the still form of Andy as blood issued from his head. He
knelt quickly, felt for a pulse and then ran for the phone. He quickly
dialed 911 and waited impatiently for someone to answer.

"911, what is your emergency," the female operator asked.

"It's my foster father, he fell and has hit his head," Mathew said in a
panic.

"Is he breathing," she asked and Mathew looked down before telling her
yes. "Hurry please," he shouted looking over at James.

"I have emergency services on their way young man," she assured him and
hung up on her.

Mathew helped James to stand, knowing that he couldn't watch him and attend
to Andy, while the boy was in the tub. He let the water out of the tub,
brought James back to their bedroom and got the boy into bed.

"At least he's stopped bleeding," Mathew said and then covered James with
his blanket before going back to the bathroom.

"Damn, is he going to be so pissed when he comes to," Mathew said aloud,
looking down at Andy.

In the distance, he could hear the sirens, telling him that help was on the
way. He hurried downstairs and opened the door, just as a cruiser was
pulling up. A tall officer stepped out, sticking his night baton in his
belt, as he walked towards the door. Mathew was in awe of the young
officer, whose assuredness and confidence was visible as he walked.

He was tall but not overly tall, and his wavy brown hair and green eyes
captivated Mathew. Even with his uniform on, Mathew could tell that the
officer's body was hard and very muscular.

"Are you the one that called for an ambulance," he asked, rousing Mathew
from his thoughts, just as the ambulance pulled up.

"Yes sir, the person is upstairs," Mathew said, leading the way upstairs to
the bathroom.

As they walked to the bathroom, Mathew told the officer what happened, or
his version of it.  While the paramedics worked on Andy, the officer took
information. It was during this time that James walked in, surveyed the
scene and then spoke.

"Are you going to let the officer fuck you or do I have to?" he asked,
looking at the officer while not seeing the others because they were too
far into the bathroom.

"What is the boy talking about," the officer asked looking at a naked
James, who was still under the influence of the drugs.

"He's just sleep walking and must be dreaming," Mathew nervously said,
helping James back to his bed.

Once he had James in bed, he whispered to him. "I need you to stay here
James, and please don't come out of the bedroom," he told the boy who
nodded.

Back in the bedroom, the officer looked at Mathew suspiciously before
speaking.

"What is wrong with that boy, he looked like he was high or drunk," the
officer asked. "I would like to know just what is going on here," he
said. "What with the boy naked and so is your dad, and you aren't exactly
clothed." He said giving Mathew a good look.

"He's just tired sir, he's been up late and just needs his sleep," Mathew
lied. "As for him," pointing to Andy, "he's our foster dad and not our real
father. He was getting ready to take a bath, when I heard a crash. When I
rushed to the bathroom, that was how I found him."

The officer looked into James' room and could see that the boy was
sleeping, but there only was one bed.

"So where do you sleep, there seems to be just one bed in there," the
officer pointed out.

"We sleep together, this is only a two bedroom house," Mathew pointed out.

"You both sleep naked, together and he doesn't find anything strange about
that?" he thought, noticing the robe that Mathew was wearing had opened
enough to show that he too was naked.

The paramedics came down the hall with Andy on a stretcher, pausing
momentarily beside Mathew.

"He got on nasty head wound, but I think he'll be alright, we'll know more
once we get him to the hospital," the paramedic said, as they walked by
with Andy on the stretcher. "We are taking him to Baystate and you can meet
us there," he said and hurried away with Andy.

"I'll just stay here with... with my brother," Mathew said, lying again to
the officer.

"I'm sure that your dad will be ok, should I call someone?" he asked
Mathew.

"No sir, I'm eighteen and quite capable of watching him. Besides, dad will
probably be kept over night, so why bother with going to the hospital."

"That's rather odd, he's not really concerned about his dad's well being,"
the officer thought. "Well if you need anything, call this number and youth
services can help you," he said, handing Mathew a card with a phone number
on it. "It's against my better judgment, but I'm gonna leave him in your
care," the officer said, going against his gut feeling about the odd
situation.

"We'll be fine sir, really we will," Mathew assured him. "If I need
anything, I'll be sure to call this number," he said holding the card that
the officer had given him.

Once they were gone, Mathew woke up James.

"Come on James, we have got to get out of here, before Andy comes home," he
said to the boy.

"Nooooo... I need to sleep Mattie," he whined, rolling over with his back
to Mathew.

Mathew knew that he couldn't handle him in this condition, so he crawled
into bed beside him. Spooning against James, Mathew eventually fell to
sleep.

***

The next morning, it was the doorbell that woke the boys.

"You stay here James, I'm going to see who it is," he told him, grabbing
his robe before heading downstairs.

Mathew looked out the window in the living room, noticing that a cruiser
was parked in the driveway. He took in a deep breath, swallowed and then
opened the door.

"Officer, what's wrong?" he asked, staring into those hypnotic eyes.

"Can I come in please, I need to talk to you, and that other boy," he said,
walking in after Mathew stepped aside.

"I'll go get James, he should be awake by now," Mathew said nervously,
leaving the officer standing in the living room.

Once in the bedroom, James quickly got up when he saw the worried look on
Mathew's face.

"What's wrong Matt... who was that downstairs," he asked.

"It's that officer from last night so play stupid about what happened to
Andy, ok?" he asked and James looked strangely at Mathew.

"What happened to Andy, I thought that he was sleeping in his room Matt."

"No, he came at me last night when you were in the tub. I grabbed his arm
before he could hit me, but it caused him to fall and strike his head on
the sink," Mathew explained.

"Is he dead Matt... oh God Matt, are we going to jail," James asked, about
to cry.

"No James, he was alive when he left. He probably is concerned about you
and I having been left alone," he said, handing James his robe.

Downstairs, Mathew and James sat opposite of the officer on the sofa. From
the chair that the officer was sitting in, he could see up the robes that
the boys were wearing, noting that both were naked beneath the robe.

"Is something wrong sir," Mathew asked, looking with concern at the
officer.

"I was going to ask you the same thing, would you care to tell me again
about how your foster dad got that injury," he asked.

"I told you, I was in my bed with James here when I heard him fall
officer."

"You know son, I was born at night, but not last night," he said. "My gut
is telling me, and has all night, that something is wrong here. So I'll ask
you again, is there something that you want to tell me."

"No sir, everything is just as I told you," Mathew insisted, staring
intently at those eyes of the officer

"Well my gut is telling me that there is more to this than what you are
saying kid. I can't do anything if you won't be open and honest with me,"
he said, but Mathew remained firm. "Ok, like I told you last night, if you
need help call that number I gave you."

The officer got up and along with Mathew, walked toward the door. Mathew
opened it, the officer paused while he stared at Mathew, as if deciding if
he should leave.

"Ok son, but call if you need anything got it," the officer insisted.

"I will sir, and thank you for your concern," Mathew said, closing the door
once the officer left.

"That was close Matt, what are we gonna do now?"

"First, I'm going to shower and then see how Andy is doing. I want you to
stay here and don't you even think of answering the door if someone comes
by."

"I won't Matt, but please come back as soon as you can," James begged.

"I will, but I have an appointment about that apartment to go to, then I'll
be home after."

***

At the hospital, Mathew went up to the desk in the emergency room and
inquired about Andy. He was told to sit and someone would be out to talk to
him. As he waited, his cell phone vibrated, alerting him to a
message. Concerned that it was James, he hurriedly opened the message.

Can you come over for the interview around ten, and it was signed
Chad. Mathew texted him back to tell him that he could, and was just
putting his phone away, when a doctor came over to him.

"Are you here for Mr. Miller?" he asked, surprising Mathew.

"Yes sir, how is he," Mathew inquired.

"His head injury was more severe than it looked and he's still
unconscious," the doctor told him. "His brain swelled and until the
swelling goes down, we won't know how much damage he's done," he said.

"But he's gonna live isn't he?" Mathew asked.

"Like I said son, until the swelling goes down, we won't know for sure what
will happen. He's in critical and resting comfortably," he added, but
Mathew could care less.

"Here is my number doctor, if you need me please call." Mathew handed the
doctor a piece of paper with his cell phone number on it.

***.

Mathew left the hospital and drove home to check on James, before he went
over to the address of the room that was for rent. He was nervous, but he
wasn't going to let it ruin his chances for the room. When he stepped into
the living room, he called out for James, but he got no answer.

Hurrying upstairs, he heard sounds coming from his bedroom. The door was
ajar, so he peaked in, to see who or what was making the noise. On his bed
that he shared with James, was Jeremy Bradford, his friend from school, and
he was fucking James.

Mathew had his feelings about Jeremy, but neither boy had ever discussed
being gay. Now here was his friend and he was fucking James. Mathew looked
at James' face and he could tell that he was enjoying it.

"Damn Jeremy, that is one hot ass you have there," Mathew thought as he
watched Jeremy's ass while he fucked James.

"Oh God Jer... fuck me harder and deeper, I'm gonna shoot," James howled,
jerking his cock as fast as Jeremy was fucking him.

"Aaaagggggghhh fuck Jimmy... gonna cum, take it," Jeremy yelled, thrusting
his cock faster and deeper into James' ass.

Mathew slowly, quietly backed away from the door and went downstairs. He
silently slipped out the front door and hurried to his car. He smiled,
knowing that Jeremy would watch over James as he drove over to his
appointment.

"Here goes my future," Mathew sighed, getting out of the car and stopping
to look at the house before him.

It was a beautiful two story raised ranch, with a large front porch on
it. Mathew took in a deep breath and walked up to the front door, ringing
the doorbell. He turned to look out at the street and was looking when the
door opened.  When he turned back to the man that had opened it, he froze.

"I'm fucked," he said, looking at the officer from that morning.

To be continued...

I know guys, not much sex. But I promise to make up for it in the next
chapter. Let me know if there should be one at...

randyhoward2@yahoo.com
Thanks guys, Randy