The following story is fiction. It involves sexually explicit erotic events between males. If you are offended by such material, are too young, or live in an area where it is not allowed, don't read the story.
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Danny Boy - Part 9
I thought to myself, "If I wasn't already attached, Kent would be the one for me; best fuck EVER," as I followed him back to the bar with my arm wrapped around his waist. Before we went back behind the bar to our stations, I led him down the hallway to the office. I gave him a big juicy French Kiss and asked him if he would like to do it again later with me.
"Fuck yes! As much as I can girl! The muscles in that ass of yours make my dick go crazy! Maybe again after we close tonight, OK?" before I let go of him words just flowed from my lips as they attached to my heartthrobs.
"I love you!" Suddenly I realized what I had just said. I turned red and started to squirm, shocking myself, wondering why I had spoken those three words to him. What ever had come over me! Had Kent taken control of my mind with a bit of 'Black Magic,' for me to come right out with that declaration right to his face? He just smiled, looked down into my eyes giving me another squeeze.
"I know baby, I could tell the minute we were making love together!" We went back to the bar and relieved Joe so he could return to the back to assist Blake. Business was going to be off considerably from the last night proceeds, now that Roxie and Bobbie were out of commission for awhile. "Kent be takin care of your yearnins now too girl!"
Joe and Blake had made plans to install metal security doors on the side and rear entrances. They put the word out that garbage we bagged each evening was never taken to the Dumpster until the following day during daylight hours. All whores would be accompanied to their transportation each shift by the armed bouncer. They figured this would deter the gang members from another successful gang bang with their whores.
Blake, Joe had tried to convince me that I was more important working at 'The J&B' than I was at 'The Tool Box.' It took my instant fascination with Kent to make me realize how much I wanted to be near all three, Blake, Joe and Kent, full time. The only way that was going to happen was to be to give my notice to Eddie and Michael and help myself to these three hunks full time. With my business savvy, education, my love for these three big black guys, and a bit of luck, we should be able to turn 'The J&B' into a real moneymaker. Within two months, the place was raking in money and I had cleverly gotten Blake to agree to let both Joe and Kent to move in with us full time. I was keeping the books for 'The J&B' now. We were building us a very nice reserve and investing it in technical stocks before they took a dump a few years past. Joe and Blake took Kent in as a partner, again at my suggestion. They had learned to follow my lead when it came to operating the business and investing our savings. When it came to sex, the three of them totally dominated me. I wouldn't have wanted it any other way.
I had a lot of time on my hands now that I really wasn't spending too much time at the bar anymore. I was getting plenty of sex from my three guys, so wouldn't you think I would have been totally faithful to them? WRONG! It wasn't in my nature to be faithful to anyone but me. I was a very naughty girl at times. I attributed it to my experience with having so many different men in my life. For whatever reason, I was constantly playing around with other guys. Whenever I saw a hunk that I was attracted to, I found myself jumping in the sack with him for a quickie during the day when the guys were at work. Especially now that they had the place opened from 7am until 2am. I got bolder and bolder with my escapades. I even started bringing them home when they didn't have a place to take me once in awhile when they were really extra special and make my tongue waggle for a taste of them. They were always the same rough trade guys; construction workers, bikers, and rough looking characters I had always fall for sexually. My conscience kept telling me it was wrong, but my pussy and heart kept me in a constant pursuit. I even talked the guys into purchasing a small Dodge Van that had seats in the back that folded down into a very comfortable double bed. I drove it back and forth to Oakland so I didn't have to spend the whole day there after doing the books and making the deposits every day. The rest of the day, it gave me the opportunity to make the rounds of my favorite spots looking for hunks. Two of my favorite sports for picking up guys were the Frisco and the Oakland Teamsters Union Halls. Hot guys would line up there every day searching for jobs. With my house on wheels, I got more dick than one can imagine when ever the urge struck me. It became habit forming. The more I got, the more I wanted! When those guys saw my van parked, I had a nice choice of beef to pick my beau for fun and games of the moment. It was instant gratification for me, and I never had to deal with goodbye, exchanging telephone numbers, or worrying about my extra-marital relationships. I even worked a few truck stops regularly. I always practiced safe sex, so that was enough to justify my actions. Hell, I probably could have charged them for my services, but no, I gave it away, I was so addicted to the thrill of it all. When I had enough cum sucking and corn holing for the day, I returned to my abode, cleaned up, soaked in the Jacuzzi and had a nap before one or the other of my three husbands arrived home. Therefore, you all get the picture of who I was and what I had become. RIGHT!
Yes, in case you are wondering. Once in awhile I would run into some guy that was rougher than I would have chosen. You know the kind that wanted to beat the shit out of me after he got his rocks off up my ass. I had the perfect solution to handling their kind. I had one of those electric gadgets in the van that could totally disable a guy is seconds. They would fold into the fetal position. I would push them out of the van and drive off leaving them nude, clothing spewed along for them to retrieve when they regained their muscle control. If I ran into them again, I always carried a can of Mace in my hip purse. I had to use it more than once too on those sick bastards that were determined to get back at me for defending I when they attempted to beat me to a pulp after I treated them so nicely.
After the first of the New Year, I drove back home for a couple of weeks. I looked up all my old friends. Louie and my dad Anthony were still on about the same friendship basis as when I left. Louie and I had a few hot sessions together. Louie was as good looking and hot as ever. Troy his oldest son was married with two children. He said his son Tommy was gay and lived in San Francisco. His dog Butch had long gone to Dog Heaven. He gave me the telephone number and current address in SF of his son Tommy so I might check on his once in awhile. I looked up Sidney, my black high school top, in the telephone directory. When I called he did answer, but said he was now married and had two children and would prefer if I did not call back after we talked for awhile.
While I was staying with Albert (dad), who should show up but Bart, the crude, rough biker that had introduced me to rough sex years earlier. As usual, he took possession of me immediately, his usual self came to the surface and I was putty in his hands. Damn that biker had a way about him. I could not have resisted his aggressive, dominance, had I tried. None of the others was still around the area.
When I returned to San Francisco, I looked up Louie's son as I had promised I would do for him. A fellow answered the telephone where I called and gave me a couple of telephone numbers where I might reach him. The second call was successful. Tommy was into the S&M scene heavy. I had him over to dinner one evening with his friend. Tommy wore a slave collar and his friend ordered him around, not really letting the kid say much unless spoken to or asked a question from any of us. Tommy had piercing marks all over him where abused. I finally was able to talk to him for a few minutes alone in the bathroom when Dante, his master, excused him to relieve himself. Tommy told me he was being trained by Master Dante to be the sex slave of another Master that had purchased him at a slave auction with five other boys his age and younger. Kept in cages in a dungeon in Master Dante's basement during the training phase, was their only existence. They had six more weeks of training before they would graduate as slaves.
I asked him if he was happy being in that lifestyle. He said he loved it and could hardly wait completing his training. I told him his dad was worried about him and he should try to call him once in awhile and let him know he was all right. I could see they had already altered his privates as he stood at the toilet and took a leak. He had a huge Prince Albert ring through his cock head. It was obviously still tender, as he flinched as he began to pee. It even looked swollen and sore. His tongue, right eyebrow, right ear, also pierced with huge studs. He said he couldn't contact anyone until after his training was complete, provided his new master would allow him that privilege. I quickly wrote my address and telephone number on a slip of paper and shoved it in his pocket. He told me his new address and telephone number too. I told him if he ever needed help or a place to stay to give me a call. I told him I would update his dad! He thanked me and we returned to the living room to join with the others. After they left, Blake and Joe found it difficult that such a fine looking, young man could be so marked up already with piercing and signs of the heavy abusive stuff. Kent mentioned the fact that he had some track marks on his left hand, indicating they had him on drugs already. This, I didn't want to hear! Looking at him in the bathroom was shock enough. I knew I would be calling him again soon. It was hard telling what they were doing to the kid. He was only 22, and as good looking as his dad, the Italian Stallion, the first love of my life. I owed it to his dad to keep a close eye on Tommy.
Things were going great with the Oakland business and we were getting into some hefty profits. The bar was making good money now, but the Brothel was a gold mine. They now had ten whores working the customers. I realized that a black guy would pay his whole paycheck for a piece of white pussy, boy or girl - it didn't matter as long as they were white, pretty, and could handle their big dicks. All our white boys and girls were well aware of what they had to do with a black guy's big dick to get it off after Joe, Blake and Kent put them through their pre-employment training. We were starting to get a few white customers now, mostly from the docks and shipyards. Joe had trained the whores always to ask any new patrons if they were cops before they even suggested the back room activities. It was working out very well indeed. Both Bobbie and Roxie were top producers now, along with Ricky, the original white she-male they hired.
One busy night a new black guy slipped between the cracks and wasn't asked if he was a cop. He pulled a badge on Bobbie for solicitation. What he was after was a cut in the profits and free sex. Joe, Blake and Kent finally agreed to pay the cop $200 per week to keep his mouth shut about the operation, plus the free sex anytime he wanted. Soon he had three black cop buddies with him wanting the same money and privileges. It was now costing $600 of shush money to these three cops per week. It cut into profits, but it was our insurance policy that they would make sure that no other cops working this area closed us down. One of the cops had a real crush on pretty, now beautiful, young Bobbie. He would show up during the week on his days off, insist on taking Bobbie home with him for the night. Joe, Blake and Kent had to agree to that addition to the original verbal agreement. Of course, he spread the word to his two friends and they immediately wanted the same privilege, only one of them wanted me to accompany him, the other wanted Roxie the redhead. That satisfied them for awhile, then they back wanted more money. It was raised to $250 each, per week. As business increased, they asked for more, until they were each pulling $500 per week. We read in the paper one day that three cops, Jacob Smith and Sidney Jackson, his partner were up on charges of performing sexual acts with minors. It never mentioned the name of the other cop. The other one we later found out was Lieutenant Josh Williams. Lieutenant Williams transferred to another police department in Stockton. That took care of our problem quickly. We gained our $1500 per week in profits; in addition, we three girls didn't have a weekly obligation to them.
Eventually the Warehouse Gang, which we called them, returned to try to use our whores again. I recognized a couple of them milling through the bar looking suspicious. We were ready for them. Blake and Joe followed them to the warehouse. They turned the address in to the narcotic division of the Oakland PD. It wasn't long after that there was an article in the paper about a big raid that apprehended the lot of them for the manufacture and distribution of controlled substances. That cleaned up the entire neighborhood for quite awhile. Keeping the business in a slum area near the docks of Oakland was a smart move. We never made it into a fancy place, kept it clean, but looking like the dump it was, kept it looking just what our clientele would expect.
One-morning months after I had Tommy, Louie's son and his Master Drake trainer over for dinner, I received a call from Tommy. He was all out of breath, sounded like he was crying and in pain. I could tell it was a call of desperation. His voice was trembling and it was difficult to understand. He told me he had been able to sneak from captivity from his new master, and wanted to know if I could help him. He said he couldn't talk any longer, as the master was having a nap and he had left his cell telephone lying on the bathroom counter by mistake rather than locking it up as usual. He gave me the address and telephone number, said to pull up in front, he would watch for me, and he would sneak out with four other kids they had in captivity with him. He said he couldn't talk any longer and hung up.
I jumped in the van and went as quickly as I could to the address he had given me. I parked and left the engine running with the side door facing the house open. Within minutes, Tommy came running out with four small kids in thongs, holding hands as he pulled them along as quickly as possible to the open van. He pushed the slider closed and we took off. I guessed the kids to be between the ages of six and eight, all children, four to six years from puberty. Tommy himself was black and blue, skinny, wore only a yellow thong. He had a collar on him with chains running down attached to metal arm and leg bands. He obviously had been beaten and molested for some time. He looked tired and sad, in a state of mental anguish. He was trying to comfort the smallest little guy who was crying and had his arm around Tommy. The kids all looked scared, trembling from the cold. I figured the best thing I could do was to take them first to the condominium, clean them up, feed them and wait for the guys to get home to decide what we should do with them.
"Tommy, grab those blankets in the back and see if you can cover them up enough so they stop shivering. I have the heat on high, but it is still cold when you have no clothing on. What have they been doing to these young boys anyway, and what have they done to you? You look horrible! You have the key for those metals they have locked on you?"
"Let's not talk about it right now in front of them Danny, OK! Yea, I have the key. I fished it out of his pants earlier today when he was changing clothing. I didn't dare take them off until we were clear of his place."
When I reached the parking garage, we scurried the boy up to the condominium as quickly as possible and put them in the Jacuzzi until they were warm. I put a long tee shirt on them all and fixed hamburgers and fries for them all. The little guy clung to Tommy, not trusting me yet. The others seemed to be a bit more aware that I too was a friend and wasn't going to hurt them. They were all well behaved, sat and watch TV and played with a set of Dominos I had. When Blake and Joe arrived for dinner, we discussed the issues at hand. They interrogated Tommy away from the boys and found out that his Master had been operating a child pornography business out of his house. He was abducting children across the Western states, selling them off to the highest bidding pedophiles after his group made many child sex films with them having sex with adult men. When Tommy saw some of the films where the boys purchased by one particular client one evening, he knew he had to escape with the boys before the next auction. The film showed them being tortured, murdered and dismembered, during sex, he knew it was time to try to save the others from that fate. He had been planning this escape with the boys over a week, knowing another auction set up for next week. Two of the boys, abducted in Idaho, one in Nevada and the little guy in Colorado.
Blake called both the police and the San Francisco Child Protective services arrived and questioned Tommy for two hours. They found out enough information that they were able to get an immediate search warrant issued for Master Charles Grossman's home. He hadn't had time to destroy all his records and they carted him and his books off for interrogation. Tommy stayed with us and we entered him into a drug withdrawal program. Master Grossman had turned him into a Heroin addict to keep him quiet for months on the operations he was running out of his home. Tommy was so use to abuse, it took months to get his head back on straight. He took a liking to Kent immediately and fell in love. They now share a bed together in the third bedroom. Once in awhile Joe joins them. Tommy is a very submissive Bottom, just like me and likes his sex rough and heavy too. We did get him to remove all the studs, especially the big silver ring through his cock head. He stayed with us for months, then disappeared on day, called me and said he was with another leather master in the city. He calls me once in awhile, still drops by and sleeps with Kent frequently; however, he needs the S&M treatment only a master Leather man can provide. All we could do was let him go and hope that he was with a mew master that would treat him well.
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