The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material or are too young, live where it is not allowed, don't read the story. In the world of this story, the characters do not always use condoms. Make sure you protect yourself from disease in the real world by always using a condom. Send comments and suggestions to the author bert_carley@yahoo.com
Abducted at the Turk Street Baths - Chapter 7
Sampson slapped me on the ass and made the comment that the night was early yet, pointing to the clock on the wall that read 8:40pm, then he ushered me along in front of him to his bedroom suite again.
"Get in your work cloths Boy as when you arrived." He clad himself in his native Jamaican attire, which was nothing more than a brightly colored long sleeved gown that came down below his ankles and a pair of sandals as I dressed. When I was dressed he looked me over, ruffled my blond hair so it looked windblown and unbuttoned the front of my shirt down more than halfway to my beltline, exposing the blond hair that ran across my chest and continued down the center over my abs and then down and disappeared below my beltline. He spun me around and said, "Looking Good! Now here is what you are going to do! I'm going to take you down to the bar and introduce you to our Monday night customers. They are going to be mostly construction and dock workers that come here for a few drinks and conversation after they get off work. They are a tough lot, but usually don't stay until after 10:00pm, as they have to get up and be to work early during the week. The problem is, they don't spend much money in the place and very few get worked up enough to give the Brothel much action during weekdays. You are going to be my good will ambassador tonight Boy and mingle among them and let them fondle and feel you up all they want and see if you can get them to drink more and get all worked up enough to visit the back rooms and drop some real money with the whores in the back. If they get too rambunctious with you, more than getting you excited and turned on, as they are a motley crew, I'll step in and handle the situation. By all means don't ejaculate! You understand Boy?"
"Yes I understand Sir, but with so many big guys, how are you going to stop them if they gang up, even on you to get what they want? I saw the size and muscles on most of them when I arrived through the bar."
"You just let me worry about that Boy ...Big Daddy has played this game enough times to keep his Boys safe! Get marching now ...times a wasting!" He pulled me into his arms and planted a big wet one on my lips and headed me for the door with a firm pop on my ass. I marched ahead of him wondering what would be happening down with that crowd of muscled giants, especially that big guy Buck that had approached me earlier with such determination, before the old bartender had intervened and stopped him from making his play for my company earlier. As we entered the bar Sampson gave me a shove forward that catapulted me right into the middle of the barroom He left me standing there alone with a feeling that I was abandoned and being fed to the dogs. I stood tall looking confident surveying the crowd, as every guy spun around and all eyes in the place seemed to be upon me. There was an even larger crowd than when I arrived hours earlier, now including not only the construction and dock workers, but a few bikers, a couple of security guards and of course Buck was still sitting on his barstool with his buddies drinking draughts, laughing and talking.
Finally Sampson stepped forward from the end of the bar and pulled me up to his side, put his arm around my shoulder and announced, "Men, this handsome young blond bombshell is Sean, my newest addition to the place. He'll be in training for a few nights here in the bar acting as my good will representative to make sure you guys are entertained a bit, happy and horny enough to want to patronize the Brothel in the back and let off some steam with some of our pretty gals and young men like Sean here. Sean Boy, take off your shirt now and show them your large nips and all that sexy blond hair on your chest and down the middle of your abs and stomach." I hesitated for a moment too long, so he popped me on the ass prompting me. I quickly began to pull my shirttail loose, unbutton it and remove it as ordered, still trying to remain calm, cool and collected. "Now flex your muscles for the guys and show them just how toned and muscular you are for such a young Boy. Show them all that blond hair up under your armpits too Son ...arms up in the air for the guys. Take special note of the huge nips on him and the nice long cock and big head he has hanging down his left thigh! Nice long piece of white meat on the Boy." He grabbed my dick through my jeans and pulled it away from my body so its size could be clearly determined and rubbed the head with his thumb until it was at full mast. He let go and it lay there pulsating through the denim material oozing pre-cum that formed a wet spot that couldn't be missed. "So, what do you think about my Boy Sean guys?"
The whistles, stomps and yells from the guys prompted me to really give them a show now that Sampson had me so sexually charged. I went into a little masculine routine my three roomies had taught me to do for them regularly in our Castro apartment for their entertainment. I ended my little show with a bump and grind routine that the three had coached me through that they said was very masculine and sexy. I knew it always got their juices flowing and them pawing me until I did the full strip number for them. I suddenly found myself enjoying the whistles, cheers and shouts of encouragement. Sampson even stood and watched as a huge tent formed in his robe. He finally stopped me as I was about to loosen my belt and continue with what I was so use to doing at home.
"That's far enough Sean Boy for these rascals. We don't want them to cream there jeans this early in the night. They need to save their juices for the back rooms where they can get their balls drained properly. Now, guys I'm going to let you introduce yourselves to my Boy here but keep in mind that he is a good will representative and not a bar whore. You can buy My Boy a few drinks, dance with him, rub and fondle him a bit, but if I see you getting carried away in your excitement, I'll be stepping in and protecting him. Sean Boy here is my own private companion in training, and I expect you all to treat him as such. Have your fun guys, but keep it clean or you'll have to mess with me and my bartenders and this little device." He pulled an electric Taser Gun from the pocket of his robe and held it up for all to see. There were some oh's and awe's from them, but as Sampson stepped away from me, the stampede began all headed my way. I wondered what my fate might be, standing half nude and surrounded by this wild looking bunch of very big macho men with lust in their eyes.
Guys started to run their hand through my hair and down through the hair on my chest and over my nipples, squeezing my buns and rubbing and fondling me. Large hands roughly started to grope my basket and others rubbed themselves up against my buns. The combination of having my nipples tweaked and my equipment fondled was more than I could handle and my dick stayed hardened and started to pulsate and drip cock-snot that quickly soaked through my jeans leaving an even bigger wet spot than Sampson had initiated. Suddenly Big Buck pushed everyone else away, grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. The music he had evidently plugged in at the jukebox started to play and he held me to him and danced me around the floor as everyone else just stepped back and watched him lift me off my feet and whirl me around holding me up against him. I had no control of his actions, suspended as I was off the floor and pulled up so tightly against him. He was working his huge dick over mine, rubbing and gyrating to the loud music. I tried desperately to control my sex, but between the manly scent coming off him and his working our cocks together he quickly had me so turned on I just clung to him and enjoyed the sensations running through my whole body. I tried desperately not to ejaculate when I felt his big dick pulsate and spasm against mine, knowing that I would surely be punished by Sampson if I empty my nut in this big brutes arms. Sure enough, within seconds Sampson was pulling us apart and leading Buck back to his barstool with the Taser Gun in his hand waving it in the air above Bucks head, leaving me standing alone and everyone watching as things progressed.
Sampson returned to my side, looked down at the big wet spot that had spread even larger and shouted at me, "YOU BETTER NOT HAVE CUM IN YOUR JEANS BOY," as everyone watched and awaited my response. Someone pulled the electric cord on the Jute-box and the music stopped blasting.
"NO SIR, I DIDN'T CUM SIR!" I looked down at myself and realized he obviously wasn't going to believe me by the looks of things. He gave me a look that could kill.
He shouted, "DON'T YOU LIE TO ME BOY! LET'S JUST HAVE A GOOD LOOK SHALL WE!" Standing right there in the middle of the floor in the total silence and in font of everyone he undid my belt, damn near ripped the buttons open down the front of my jeans to get to my dick and lifted my entire package, cock and balls out and let them dangle where everyone could see them. I had gone semi-soft with fear, as he lifted them up in one huge scoop and palmed them a few times checking if I had ejaculated. Cock-snot oozed from the piss slit that he caught with a finger. He inspected the content then put it to his tongue and tasted it and realized that it was not cum. He mumbled something to himself in his native tongue, then announced, "GOOD CONTROL BOY ...I'M PROUD OF YOU! YOU DESERVE A SPECIAL REWARD FOR GETTING THROUGH THAT SEXY DANCE WITH BIG BUCK SITTING OVER THERE WITHOUT EMPTING YOUR NUT. HE WASN'T QUITE SO LUCKY, AS WE ALL CAN SEE!" The guys roared with laughter, as he worked his way around in back of me and lowered my jeans down over my buns and let them drop to the floor. He spun me around so everyone could see my cock, balls, and round white hairy Kooch well. He opened a slot in front of his long garment and pulled out his enormously long, huge black cock, stroked it a few times until it was leaking strings of pre and waved it at the audience and announced,
"This Big Black Nigger Dick is the only cock that's going into my Boy's ass tonight guys, so enjoy the entertainment." He stepped up behind me, pulled me back against him, bent me forward holding me by the hips and spread me open. He rubbed a long stringer of cock-snot that was running out of his dickhead up and down between my Kooch until he found my hole. All of a sudden he gave a huge lunge and it spread me open and I let out a huge howl. He buried that huge black nightstick in me in three quick lunges from his waist. He pulled me back upright and grabbed hold of my dick and pumped it back up to full size with one hand as he played with my nipples with the other. I was soon relaxed and in the Zone. I laid my head back against his shoulder and began to respond by pumping my ass back over his dick it felt so very wonderful. I was oblivious to the whistles, cheers and verbal obscenities that came from the audience. He began to pick up speed and thrust violently into my bottom. He gave me everything he had as my eyes glassed over and I entered a lost dimension floating on cloud nine with The Man. I was totally oblivious to the shouts and whistles as guys had their dicks out pumping them like wild animals as they watched me getting breed.
Sampson whispered into my ear. "That's my Boy, enjoy ...now cum when I give you the command and not before Boy ...I'm getting close now Boy ...it won't be long!" He stiffened behind me, gave a huge lunge and buried that big nightstick up my ass and shouted at the top of his lungs, "CUM FOR DADDY BOY AND MAKE ME PROUD!"
I must have shot out into the air eight huge shots, the first going up in the air and traveling out about eight feet then arcing back down and landing on the hardwood. Six more shots trailed back until the last one dribbled and dropped to the floor in front of us. Two Biker Dudes jumped from their stools to their knees and started licking up my spooge until they were kneeled before me. They looked up at Sampson towering over us with their puppy dog eyes. He smiled and gave them the nod indicating OK. The two licked my dick clean, even my sweaty hairy balls. Then they made the rounds of licking up goo where guys had shot their wads as well.
Sampson pulled from me and said, "Bend over Boy!" He pulled a wad of tissues from a hidden pocket and stuffed them up between my buns and stuffed them into my hole, pulled up my jeans, buttoned them and fastened my belt. "On your knees, get to work cleaning up my dick and balls." I dropped to my knees and went right to work looking up into his eyes as he smiled down at me like he was proud of me. I winked at him and he puckered his big thick lips at me and smiled. When I was done cleaning and inhaling his manly scent he lifted me up onto my feet, pulled me into his arms and gave me a big hug and a kiss. I was beginning to like this big guy.
"Now get back to work Boy and mingle with the customers and make sure you keep telling them they can get the same kind of service in the Brothel, as I want to see at least five of these guys going to the back to get some ass before midnight." He popped me on the ass, gave me a little push and sent me on my way to perform my duties. He turned and walked over to Buck and they exchanged a few words I couldn't hear in the noise, as the music again started to blare. They eventually shook hands, Sampson turned and walked back to the end of the bar and sucked on a beer the bartender handed him watching me work the crowd.
I did my best to keep every guy from getting me too worked up again as I went from one group to the other. Of course, they all fondled and patted my ass and pinched my large nipples, but none dared do what Buck had done earlier. I managed to get eight guys horny enough to make a trip to the back rooms before midnight. I was proud of my accomplishment for that first night.
By 1:00am the place was almost empty, so Sampson gathered me up and we went up and when we got to his bedroom he pointed to the bed and said, "You'll be sleeping here Boy, so get in the bathroom, bush your teeth with a new toothbrush and toothpaste you'll find in the medicine cabinet, then drain the lizard and come to bed." He headed out and down the hallway. I was lying in bed awaiting his return when he entered the room and removed his garment and sandals. He went in the bathroom and when he returned he just flipped off the light, crawled in next to me, spooned up against my ass, pulled the sheet up over the two of us and we were soon cutting Z's.
The next morning I awoke to Sampson putting the meat to me again, then throwing the sheet back and ushering me into the bathroom for the morning rituals, including an enema administered by his big hands. I found it embarrassing, but he obviously liked doing it, so I just went along with him and followed his lead through the whole routine. Three flushes later he had me jump in the shower and clean only my ass, cock and balls well, greased me up well again and shoved a large butt plug into my ass that seemed to be as large as his dick and rode right up against my prostate gland. It kept me semi-hard and dripping. He helped me bring my belongings up from the van. He supervised my unpacking, making sure I put them all away in the closet, dresser and chest of drawers in the bedroom adjoining his. He held up a pair of sweatpants, a jock and sweatshirt from one of my drawers, tossed them on the bed and pointed to my running shoes in the closet.
"We are going jogging Boy, get dressed," turned and disappeared. Minutes later he arrived back all decked out in his running gear. We must have jogged up and down the steep sidewalks of San Francisco for well over an hour. He would fall behind me and pop me on the ass each time I would fall behind his swift pace. That butt plug kept bouncing against my prostate and kept me constantly drooling cock-snot from a stiff dick that was choked up and rubbing into the waistband of my jockstrap. I wasn't use to jogging at this pace or for this distance, but he had no mercy for me and made me keep up with the pace he was setting. My muscles were aching by the time we got back to the flat, only to be ushered into the exercise room to do one set up after the other as he kept adding weights until I just collapsed totally exhausted.
Only then did he settle down and start his own morning exercises with his equipment. I spotted him when I felt he might be putting himself at risk with the weight he was lifting, but never once did he need assistance. Finally, having gotten through that morning ritual, he ushered me back to the large shower in his master bathroom, pulled the butt plug out of my ass and we jumped in the large shower stall together. He turned the water on hot and let the sealed stall fill with steam until we were both sweating even more than before we entered. He kept us both out of the hot spray as he pulled me into his arms and began to lick and suck on my neck and ears, down over my shoulders, across nipping and sucking on my nipples and buried his face in each of my armpits licking, sniffing and sucking. He had to drop to his knees to go any lower. He licked down over my abs, my stomach and sniffed and licked around my pubes bypassing my genitalia. He turned me around, spread my buns and buried his face between them and began licking and sucking on my anus. His tongue began to feel as good as a dick as he worked it up into me. It felt like a huge long finger as it poked and massaged the walls of my ass. I was breathless and panting by the time he got to his feet behind me and inserted his dick up into me and pushed me against the tiled wall and started his rutting. He became a wild animalistic creature as he held me by my hips and pulled me back and humped me until he let out a huge guttural sound and unloaded into my intestines. He then grabbed my large nipples and began pinching, pulling and twisting them until I was shouting with pain. He didn't let up, but started to rut again until my nipples just became numb, then they started to feel warm and wonderful. He instinctively knew that my nipples were the magic switch that would turn me into a lustful whore. I just succumbed to the pleasure of his actions, moaning loudly and pumping my ass back over his cock each time he rutted. He had his mouth and teeth buried in my shoulder, licking, biting and sucking until I let out a huge moan and shot my jizz up the tiled wall. My anal muscles began to pulsate with each cum shot and he stiffened and my anal muscles sucked another hot juicer from his huge dick. As we came back down from our highs, he pulled from me, spun me around and smiled down into my eyes.
"You like it real rough Sean Boy ...daddy's going to keep this hot body of yours well tuned indeed!" He turned the water temperature down, we showered and after he greased me up and inserted the huge dildo back into my butt we were in the kitchen fixing breakfast. He was a great cook, thank god, because I was a total disaster with the process of cooking and always left that to my three queens at the Castro apartment, the cooks in the Marines, or the fast-food joints and restaurant chefs where ever I lived. Cooking definitely wasn't my thing ...eating was.
Sampson insisted that I remain nude while in the flat, wearing that huge butt plug that kept me semi-boned most of the time. Each new day became a routine of him giving me enemas, rough sex, jogging and exercise, then cleaning up each night and working the bar crowd, dressed in either my work clothing and boots or some sexy leather outfit he would bring up from the Brothel that fit me snugly over the ass. Yes, all was well until Friday evening early, when the need for a shot of the juice kicked in and I broke into cold sweats, stomach cramps and felt like I wanted to just curl up and die. Sampson immediately recognized the symptoms and what was happening to me and gave me a pop on the ass and ushered me down into the office.
As we entered the office we found Kobe and Jaraald in there putting the needle to that young handsome very young redhead biker kid they had been trying to talk into working in the Brothel for some time now. The kid was trying to fight them, but they had him lain out over the top of the desk with Jaraald sitting on him and holding him down as Kobe worked the needle in between his toes and administered the juice. It had the same effect on him as it did on me that first night they gave me my first shot at the Turk Street Baths. The redhead just succumbed to the juice and soon was next to comatose as Kobe addressed Sampson.
"We is been fucking with dis redhead beauty long knuf boss. We gets serious wit him tonight when he say NO to working here en the back, after we treat him so good. Ungrateful little street whore he be! We gives him money, feed him en buy him his leathers en dat used motorbike. We even get him tested fer HIV en keeps him off da streets from whoring en let him sleep en our flat; so tonight he going to start earning his keep around here like a good Bitch Boy. Da way he like black dick he be a real moneymaker too wit the Bros. I give da Bitch just enough da juice to calm him down fer his first night workin in the back. Besides, me en Jaraald be thinking maybe we make the cutie our companion like yu did Sean Boy here if he learn to do what we says. Jaraald, take da kid to the back en get him cleaned up en dressed fer his first night of fun wit all da black dick he can handle fer awhile." As Jaraald walked the kid off I noticed they had already tapped him well, as their spooge was running down from between his buns along his inner thighs, his nipples and lips were red and swollen and he had a few red welts forming on his ass and thighs.
Sampson spoke up immediately and said, "Don't you two get that kid hooked on that shit like you did my boy here Kobe. You sure he won't be missed, as we don't want any trouble with parents, friends or the cops?"
"No Boss, he is a runaway en been living on da streets fer a long time now. No trouble Boss!
"Well keep him under lock and key for a while just to make sure and no more drugs. You know how I feel about that hard shit! Now give my Boy just enough to get him through the weekend, as Monday he goes to the Rehabilitation Center to get dried out." He then turned to me and said, "Kobe's going to fix you up Boy, but I'm leaving you with him and Jaraald over the weekend to work in the Brothel. Give you a good incentive to get off that shit after working three nights in the back room with the rest of the whores. Remember Sean Boy, that's where you will go back to if you don't get off Heroin, as I won't deal with a druggie, especially as my companion. You get a good taste of that life over the weekend and I know you won't want to slide right back into using the juice, Coke or anything else addictive that turns beautiful people into walking zombies. Now take off your clothing, boots and socks." He pulled the butt plug from my ass, and said, "You won't need your clothing or this for a few days back there." He pulled one of those black leather pouches from a desk drawer and put my cock and balls in it, tied the long leather bands around my legs and waist and popped me on the ass. He said, "Looks good on him ...take good care of him Kobe!" He turned and left the room leaving me in Kobe's charge.
The minute Sampson was out the door he smiled at me and said, "Up on da desk en put out yur foot, ya know da drill by now Boy. I'm gona fuck ya brain out as soon as my balls recharge. Me en Jaraald been fucking dat cutie redhead fer hours en I'm drained good now, but dat no problem, me en Jaraald gots three whole days en nights to pop dat hot ass of yours good too after watchin yu parade yu hot ass around every night en da bar cock teasing us en our Black Bros! Now be our turn fer three whole days. We take da wind out of yur sails Boy!"
When I came to I was in the Brothel and I was still dressed in that little black pouch that just barely kept my balls and cock contained, but someone had added one of those black leather harnesses that fit around my upper torso. The three Tops that worked back there were working me over on my knees, one fucking my ass, one my mouth as the third worked over my long nipples with his fingers. I could hardly keep my eyes open I was so out of it from the shot. Kobe was standing off to the side watching me celebrating his victory over my total domination by the three hairy and well hung guys. Now that I had my refresher shot of the juice and Sampson's big dick had been screwing me damn near non stop for five days, I was actually enjoying what these three guys were doing to me. I was eventually cleaned up and lined up with the rest of the Boys in the viewing room so the horny clients could choose a partner as they arrived to take to one of the small rooms along each side of the long corridor that I had previewed Monday night when Sampson gave me the grand tour and my initiation to his big black dick. I felt that if I could handle the size of Sampson I would handle any dick that I might encounter over the weekend.
Of course, when the guys in the bar heard that two new guys were working in the back they all flocked to see us. You can guess what two received most of the business. I felt sorry for the new runaway biker kid as the Big Black Bucks wanted him, young and untouched as he looked. Each time I would see him after servicing a client, cleaned up and returned to the lineup, he looked more and more terrorized and abused. His white freckled skin was loaded with bites, scratches and hickeys. His lips and nipples were swollen and red from abuse and he had obviously been crying, as his eyes were bloodshot. I wanted to comfort the poor kid, but I had my own problems to deal with as the place seem to be crawling with clients either waiting for me or Little Red, as began to think of him not knowing his name, to return from the back rooms. Little Red eventually just crashed in a pile on the viewing floor and Kobe lifted him up and carried him off down the corridor into a room marked as private. About an hour later the two came out, the kid was put back into the lineup and the abuse on his body continued.
I ran out of steam and was shooting dry climaxes by 2am when the bar closed, but the Brothel went wild about that time and I was hoping myself that I could catch a few winks curled up anywhere. I wasn't just tired and sore, but one of my clients had gotten carried away and drawn blood on my right nipple. Kobe ushered both Little Red and me off into the room marked Private and gave us both another shot that he said was a nerve relaxer and let us curl up together on a bed and rest. We both went right to sleep until he rousted us back up and led the two of us up the back stairs to his flat and he and Jaraald did every conceivable thing to us both for at least another hour before we were all four curled up together in his big king size bed cutting Z's.
When I awoke both Kobe and Jaraald were gone and Little Red was curled up next to me sound asleep. His face was laid across my chest and he had his hand laid over my dick. He looked like a little freckled white cherub. I crawled out of bed and made it to the bathroom just in time to drop a load of accumulated cum from my ass and took a piss. While I was sitting on the toilet Little Red came into the bathroom and took a leak in the sink, washed it and his hands and shuffled back into the bedroom. When I was through I found him in the kitchen drinking a glass of milk and eating a piece of cold pizza he must have found in the refrigerator. I looked at the clock and it read 3:15am. I scavenged thru the cupboards and found cereal, fixed a bowl for him and me and we sat there in total silence eating. I made a pot of coffee and we sat in the living room watching an old movie on TV for awhile and he eventually cuddled up next to me and played with my large nipples. My dick began to inflate automatically and he wasted no time in mounting me and riding my dick until he shot sperm up over my chest and brought me to a fantastic climax. He just leaned forward and hugged me like I was his big brother and protector. I lifted his face up and looked down into his baby blues, leaned over and gave him a big sloppy kiss right on his swollen red lips.
He smiled and asked, "What's your name mister, I'm Tony?"
I answered, "Sean."
"What's that stuff they shot between my toes Sean ...it made me feel so good?"
"It's Heroin Tony and they plan to get you hooked on the stuff so they can control you and turn you into a full time Boy Whore for them in the Brothel downstairs. About three more shots of that stuff and you won't be able to go without it and they will have you whoring for them forever. That's what has happened to me and they tuned me into a druggie, so I'm now at their mercy to do with as they please. You best try to find some clothing and try to escape down the back steps either now or soon or you will be stuck here like me forever. Do you understand what I have just told you Tony?"
He cuddled up next to me and whimpered, "But I have nowhere else to go except back on the streets. Besides, I like what Kobe and Jaraald do to me when we are alone here in the flat. They are the best!"
"Well then Tony, I suggest that if you want to stay with them you beg them not to give you anymore shots between your toes with that Heroin and agree to do what ever they want you to do or they will do to you as they have done to me. I have been turned into a druggie because I wouldn't do what they wanted of me, but as you can see, they have forced me to do it anyway because I refused. Now I have become dependent upon them for my drug addiction and don't have any choice but do as they say. You don't want that to happen to you do you Tony?"
"I don't thinks so, but that shot made me feel so good. You sure it was Heroin and it turn me into a druggie Sean, as I would like to do it again it made me feel so good?"
"Yes ...absolutely Tony! You best think very seriously about what I have told you or they will give you a few more shots of that stuff and you too will become a dope addict like they have turned me into. You understand what I'm telling you Tony?
He leaned into me, kissed me and said, "Thanks for the advice Sean." No more was said about it after that as we awaited Kobe and Jaraald to return from what I guessed to be busy downstairs tending their flock of mostly boy whores. Tony and I went back into Kobe's bedroom and crawled back in bed together and he spooned back up against me and wiggled his tish against my dick until he had me all hard and turned on to him again. Of course, I did my duty and screwed his sweet ass as any man would do under the circumstances.
I was awakened by the sound of sirens and red lights flashing through the second story windows of Kobe's bedroom. I looked over at the digital clock and it read 4:45am. I sprung out of bed and watched long enough to realize that the Brothel downstairs was being raided. Police officers were scurrying around everywhere and a couple of paddy wagons had already pulled up to the curb with more officers in attendance. I though to myself, "Thank goodness Kobe had given us our clothing back before he ushered us up into his flat after Tony and my ordeal downstairs." I shook Tony awake and told him what I thought was going on downstairs and he panicked. I held him in my arms and calmed him as we watched the operation going on below for but a few minutes as they escorted guys, gals, and even Kobe and Jaraald into the two paddy wagons. But Sampson was not in the numbers being loaded into the vehicles. They drove off, but the other cops didn't clear out, so I prompted to Tony to get dressed as fast as possible and did the same. I figured all we could do was hope that the cops wouldn't search the two flats above the bar, but my hopes collapsed as the door flung open and I could hear someone searching through the front part of the place. Tony and I both dove under the bed, thinking we might be lucky enough to not be discovered. All of a sudden we heard Sampson's voice softly call out.
"Sean Boy ...I know you're in here somewhere Boy. Come out if you are; I've got a super hideaway upstairs, but hurry. The cops will be up here soon I'm sure of that!" Tony and I crawled out from under the bed and Sampson did a double take when he realized that Tony was with me and I wasn't alone. Sampson gave us a funny look and ushered us both up quickly and quietly to his flat. He opened a panel that was part of a large bookshelf at the end of his bedroom and it opened up into a large space that had been specifically created as a hideout, with a large king size bed, TV, radio, sofa, chairs, table, a small kitchenette and a bathroom with a large stall shower. There were two large skylights and two windows, one looking out toward the street, the other out the back. It was cold, until he fired up a gas heater and the place started to get comfortable. He said, "Settle down, things will be just fine as long as we are quiet. Once they search the place thoroughly they will put up their signs and leave. Then I can decide what to do, but I really not too concerned, as the bar and liquor license are both in a fictitious name and the property itself I have in my real name. I also have a signed lease with another false name proving I leased the bar and back half of the first floor to Kobe and Jaraald along with the second floor flat. So they can't really prove that I ran this operation. You have any questions?"
I asked, "So why are we hiding out now rather then just going out and explaining it to them right now?"
"Well, it kind of a long story, but I have been dissatisfied with Kobe and Jaraald for some time now. Both are not only dopers themselves, but they have about half the kids they have working here shooting up regularly too. Then there is the matter of skimming money to support all their drug and wild escapades. The guys are both losers and have no knowledge of right from wrong. When I think of all the young lives of some of those kids they have traumatized and turned into druggies over the years, I wonder what happened in their lives that made them the way they are today. They would steal the clothing right off your back if they thought they wanted them worse than you needed them to stay warm. Even if they squeal to the cops claiming that I was the Boss of this operation, I can prove otherwise, as I have been in Jamaica for the last two weeks on vacation, and can prove that too. What I have done guys is set them up as the fall guys ...yes intentionally to get them where they both belong. I too have a couple of friends in high places that can verify my innocence should that be necessary, but I've covered all my bases and feel comfortable I have done the right thing. I have plenty of money, and once I get you Sean clean of the drugs we are going to travel for awhile and maybe eventually settle back somewhere in Jamaica under the sun and get away from this cold weather in San Francisco. But what to do with young Tony here I haven't yet decided, but he certainly is a pretty little thing indeed, just a little too skinny for my taste, but I suppose we could fatten him up a bit, put some muscle on him and keep him doused with sunscreen when we get to Jamaica, yes? From what I understand he likes big black dick and could keep me happy while you are away. Between the two of you, I won't wear either of you out then when you get back to me all perk and handsome as you are. What say to that idea Boys ...you both want to stick with me and let me boss you around, put some real muscle on you and put this Big Black Nigger Dick to you both and turn you both into Daddy's First Class Black Cock Sluts?"
I jumped into his arms and Tony wrapped his arms around him too and the three of us jumped into the bed and got down and dirty while we heard the police searching through Sampson's flat.
The End!