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Chapter One-hundred Eight: New Horizons
After dinner, Daniel called his full staff in for a meeting. He added Arthur and Linda, and had Elizabeth on a conference line.
"Elizabeth, you and I have talked, but for the sake of everyone being on the same page, I want to repeat what we agreed to earlier. In consideration of your friendship and support of the New Horizons program, and of the boys themselves, you are getting exclusive story rights to what is about to happen within the next couple of days. What we are discussing here is to be kept in absolute confidence. The success of the plan will depend heavily on surprise. You may tell Walter Andrez only after he has given his word that he, too, will keep the confidence."
"Agreed," Elizabeth replied over the speaker phone.
"Good," Daniel stated for the record. "For the benefit of those that were not in the discussions we had earlier today, I'll try to give you a brief synopsis of the events and the plan. For those who were in the earlier discussions, I'll tell you that I have been on the phone again this afternoon with the governor's office.
"As all of you know, there was a short list of boys that the state thought should have been surrendered to us during this last court session, but they weren't. As luck would have it, circumstances had Mary Holmes with us and she told us about some of the things she discovered her ex-husband had been doing. He was having sexual encounters and torturing boys at the so-called gentlemen's clubs along the southeast Florida coast. I won't go into detail; it isn't necessary.
"Mary went on line, at our request, to try and locate a web site for the club she knew her husband frequented. There were pictures of boys on the site. The pictures also listed each boy's slave number, as required by law. However, with our experience and knowledge, we quickly realized that the slave numbers were bogus. We did find enough similarities in the numbers and description of the boys that made us think we had found one of the missing boys. Further investigation revealed we had possibly found several of the missing boys."
"Any idea why the police, or state, didn't go after them?" Carl Lewis asked.
"No. However, during a conversation with the governor and other officials today, I learned that these clubs have been under surveillance. The state suspects the clubs are being used as a front for illegal slavery. They mix kids kidnapped from here and abroad and brought in by boat. Our guess is that they didn't want anyone talking about their activities.
"Right now, Ron Wilson is working through the state police. Arthur is working with a couple of attorneys and judges to get the warrants that are required. The governor does not want any of this leaked to the public or media. He's afraid the principals will panic and run; possibly doing harm to some of the slaves to keep them from talking. We are putting together a task force as I speak."
"Can you share any of the details for executing the raids?" Carl asked.
"I can tell you that it will primarily be state police. Some local support will be called in at the last minute. No one has shared with me exactly how that will be done. This afternoon we also discussed having EMTs on site, just in case. We have aerial photos and maps of the sites so they can be thoroughly surrounded before beginning the raid. There are six sites that will be hit simultaneously."
"What can we do to help?" Mark asked.
"Mark, I'd like for you to talk to a couple of the boys and see if they would be willing to come with us. We all know that the boys will respond better to someone your age and the boys than they will an older adult. Talk to Kevin and possibly Nathan or Richard. Their counselor tells me that they have adjusted pretty quickly and I think they will be better able to understand any apprehensions the boys we find will have."
"Daniel," Bernard Hofstetter spoke up. "Where do you plan on taking these boys? Do we have any idea how many boys we are really talking about?"
"We're trying to arrange for a holding facility that's not in the slave facilities down there, nor in a jail. We're thinking more in terms of a juvenile facility that's set up like a dorm. I doubt seriously that the boys would be willing to trust us if we took them to the slave facility. It's possible that one or more of the boys may have to go to the hospital for treatment; we don't really know at this point.
"As far as numbers go, all we know now is that there is a list of thirty-seven boys that have been identified as not being surrendered. Are there more? There's also at least one more critical question to ask: if these people have engaged in illegal activities and are placed under arrest, what happens to the other slaves? I don't have those answers at this time."
"Dan'l," Mark had been with the boys so long that he pronounced Daniel's name like the boys. "What's our time frame?"
"Two days; three, max. I wish it didn't have to be that long, but there are logistics that must be dealt with. All we can do is hope that a boy doesn't get seriously hurt in the interim."
The raid required that warrants be issued in three different counties. The judges in West Palm Beach and Dade Counties were highly cooperative. The judge in Broward County, while claiming that he wanted to cooperate, wasn't sure there was reasonable cause to issue the warrant. Daniel and Arthur had to take Jeremy to the courthouse to see the judge in closed chambers. There, Jeremy had to again recount some the horrors he had experienced and tell the judge about the cells and dungeons. In addition, they had the list of boys that were not surrendered to the state and the records showing they were supposed to be in the area. Finally, the judge consented to signing the warrants.
The judge's reluctance to sign the warrants caused some suspicion among the law enforcement personnel. Those clubs had been targeted for raids in the past. Each time a raid was made, the lawmen did not find the evidence they knew had been on the premises as little as twenty-four hours earlier. The fact that so many raids had failed under suspicious circumstances caused the lawmen to speculate that someone was tipping off management. Could it be the judge or a member of his staff?
Unmarked cars began arriving at their assigned locations in mid-afternoon. The undercover lawmen left their vehicles and wandered down the street just as any citizen would. The lawmen returned to their vehicles in what appeared to be a random sequence of events to any observer. It was a carefully timed and executed plan. The plan was to place the cars a few at a time so they didn't attract too much attention. At the last minute, the marked cars, together with medical and other support personnel would move into their assigned places.
Cars were parked in front of the clubs, across the street, behind the main club in the alley, and on the far side of the warehouse facility. If the warehouse had any doors in its sides, cars were also placed there. Where possible, men were placed on roof tops to observe any activities on the ground. The appointed time for the raids was seven PM.
Daniel accompanied the group that was assigned to raid the club identified by Jeremy. With him were Arthur, Elizabeth and Linda, who adamantly refused to allow Jeremy to go without her being with him. Behind Daniel were Brad and Patrick. They stayed in the van in which they were riding until the officers entered the club. The officers knew there were alarm buttons at the reception counter and needed to be able to move quickly, without fear of a civilian being injured, to secure the front of the club. When an officer signaled Daniel that the club was secure, Daniel and his group entered.
"Mr. Thompson, this man's ID states that his name is Alex. We secured the area before he was able to press any alarm buttons," an officer told Daniel as another officer put handcuffs on the man.
"There's video cameras, too," Jeremy told Daniel. "They have another room where somebody's supposed to be watchin'."
"The surveillance room is secured, too, Lieutenant," an officer called out.
"Jeremy, do you recognize this man?" Daniel asked.
"Jeremy?" Alex asked in a confused tone. "I don't know what they mean by calling you Jeremy, but I know you. What are you doin' lookin' at me? You trashy slut, whore! You're not good enough to look at people. I oughta have you . . . . . uuuuuuuugggghhhhhh," Alex's voice changed from dominant to air forcefully escaping his lungs as he sank to the floor wondering if he would ever walk again.
"Sorry." Arthur looked down at Alex and smiled, which was more of a smirk, as the man sank to the floor. "Did my knee get in the way of your balls? Talk to him like that again and it will be your teeth on the floor."
Jeremy was initially stunned until he realized what had happened. He looked at Arthur who just smiled and gave Jeremy a little wink. When Jeremy understood that Arthur had kneed Alex in the groin, he smiled. The smile was the result of both knowing that Alex got what he deserved and that Arthur had stood up for him.
"Mr. Dan'l, look back here," Patrick said as he watched something under the counter.
Daniel walked behind the counter where he saw a bank of small monitors. It was obvious from what they saw on three monitors that the entertainment rooms were wired for video and sound. Four rooms were empty and three more screens were blank. In two of the three rooms that were occupied, it was obvious that young, teenage boys were being used by adult men. In the third room, the 'host' appeared to be someone around twenty or so. He was being stuck in both ends and it appeared to be pretty rough.
"Jeremy, can you show us where these rooms are?" one of the police officers asked.
Jeremy, at first startled from not realizing someone was behind him,and having blocked out the activity around him when Arthur had defended him, turned to face the officer.
"Yes, sir, there's a hall behind that curtain. The rooms are on each side. There's a number on each door. The rooms have electric locks; that was to keep any of us from thinkin' about escapin' when the customer left. There's a master key somewhere up here they used in case the electricity failed."
"Well, when they didn't worry about the electricity failing, how did they unlock the doors?" the officer asked.
"There's a button on the wall next to the door. When it's pushed it sends a signal somewhere for the door to be unlocked. I never knew where."
Just then Linda and Elizabeth walked in from outside. They saw Alex sprawled out on the floor with his hands cuffed behind his back. The two women looked behind the counter and spotted the screens. They knew where they were and what they might expect to see or hear. However, seeing the two young boys being treated roughly and the older boy pounded by two older men made them feel distraught; their natural motherly instincts surfaced. Both ladies knew what Jeremy, and other boys, had been made to do. Knowing it and seeing it were two different things.
"Linda, Elizabeth," Arthur spoke to the ladies in a calm voice, "You may want to consider staying here. When we find these boys we'll bring them out this way."
"No, I can handle it. This may be the story of the decade. Besides, I want to see what kind of low-lifes are treating these boys like this," Elizabeth declared, still looking distraught.
"Where you and Jeremy go, I go," Linda stated in a matter-of-fact tone. "I came to stay by Jeremy and I won't leave him now."
When the master key was located, Jeremy led two officers, followed by Daniel and Arthur, down the hall. Behind Daniel and Arthur were two more officers followed by Patrick and Brad. Jeremy knew which rooms were being used and quickly pointed them out to the officers. He stepped away from the door and waited for the officers to do their job. A quick twist of the key gave them entry to the first room.
"WHAT THE . . . ." the man screamed, stopping when he recognized the police uniforms. "What's this about? I'm not doin' anything illegal. He's a whore slave and I paid for him!"
"We're sure you believe that's true, mister, and we're about to find out," the officer stated in a very business like tone.
"WHO THE HELL ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE? I DEMAND YOU GET THEM OUT OF HERE. NOW!!" The man screamed as Daniel and Arthur walked in with the other two officers.
"Councilman, it's good to see you," one of the officers commented calmly to the screaming man.
Daniel, who was as surprised as anyone in the room, looked at the man. He stood a little over six feet and had a muscular build. The muscular build was also accented by a little extra weight that some people described as the beginning of a beer belly. The man wore only a black leather thong with leather straps criss-crossing his hairy chest. His chest was covered in salt and pepper hair that matched the hair on his head; at least the part that still had hair on it. He also wore black leather gloves that extended almost to his elbow and flared as they neared the elbow. In his right hand he held a whip consisting of pieces of leather, each about two feet long. Daniel wanted to reach out and twist the rings that ran through the man's nipples.
The man began to scream again when he heard the whirring and clicking sounds of a camera.
"STOP THAT! YOU DON'T HAVE PERMISS . . ."
The councilman became very quiet when a very large, very muscular, and very tall policeman stepped into the councilman's face.
Daniel turned his attention to the boy who had been suffering at the hands of this 'man'. The boy could not have been more than thirteen or fourteen years old. His wrists were tied together and he hung from a hook at the end of a chain suspended from the ceiling. The boy's feet were spread and securely tied to rings in the floor. The boy hung limp, exhausted, his body was covered in streaks of sweat with some blood mixed in. His eyes begged for compassion. Daniel reached around the boy to support his weight and take the pressure off his arms.
"aaaaaahhhhh," the boy cried out, barely above a whisper.
Patrick spotted a control panel and began pushing buttons until he found the button that lowered the chain. One of the policemen untied the boy's feet. Daniel and another policeman lifted the boy to release his arms. When he was free, Daniel gently let the boy slide down and lay on the floor. When the boy was in a comfortable position, Daniel looked at his back. The whipping the councilman had subjected the boy to was obvious. Daniel stood to face the councilman, filled with rage.
"If I had my way you would be the one hanging from that chain right now tasting that whip."
The man glared at Daniel until the policeman who had been standing in his face bumped him to remind him he was still there. The senior officer stepped in and suggested to the councilman that he might want to get dressed, but he was not to leave the building. The officer then pulled out a list of the boys they were looking for.
"Easy son, it's okay." Daniel wanted to reassure the boy. Before Daniel could say anything else, someone stepped around him and behind the boy. Daniel realized it was an EMT who very quickly, and efficiently, took the boy's vitals. When he was finished he nodded to Daniel who had stepped away to give the EMT room to work.
"Will he be alright?" Daniel asked as the EMT examined the boy's wounds.
"It looks like mainly bruises and some cuts from the whip. They worked him over pretty good so he's going to be sore, but I can give him something to make him more comfortable. We aren't supposed to give slaves anything without their master's permission, but we're making an exception here."
"We don't know that he's a slave," Daniel informed the EMT and then directed his attention to the boy.
"Son, what's your name?" Daniel felt the boy tense up as he asked the question.
"Four, master," the boy answered, trying to divert his eyes and get up.
"Stay down," Daniel told him. "It's okay."
"Mr. Daniel," Brad approached and knelt beside Daniel. "Jeremy said to look behind his ear and there's probably a tattoo of a number. The masters tell the boys that the number is their new name."
The boy, number four, winced and whimpered as the EMT applied a salve to his back. Tears ran down his cheeks.
"He's hurting," Daniel said to the EMT. "Isn't there something you can spray on his back to numb it? When it's numb we'll clean him up and apply any ointment or salve he needs." While Daniel waited on the EMT, he turned his attention back to the boy. There was the number four tattooed behind his left ear.
"Brad, can you stay here with him while the EMT does his work? Just try to keep him calm and reassure him that he's not in trouble. We need to check the other rooms."
"I'll stay with Brad and the boy until the EMT finishes," Linda offered. "I'll catch up with you shortly."
The police were already moving ahead of Daniel and his group. Rather than opening just the doors that Jeremy had identified, they were opening each door as they came to them. The next two rooms were empty. The third door was opened; the room wasn't empty.
In this room was the young man entertaining two men. Daniel looked at the scene. As they entered they could hear the young man trying to scream, the sound muffled by his throat being filled by a man's organ.
"Daniel," Arthur spoke. "Remember, this is a B & D club. You should know that what we'll find won't be nice. I see the anger building in you."
Daniel knew that Arthur was right. However, being right did not make this job any easier; nor did it erase memories.
"Hey! This is private!" one of the men yelled.
"Not any more," a policeman responded. "It's also over."
Daniel looked at the boy and realized he wasn't as old as Daniel had thought, seeing him on the video screen. The boy was on his back on a padded horse. His arms had been pulled down and secured to the horse's legs. His feet were clamped in stirrups suspended from the ceiling. The legs on the horse were adjusted to give the men the comfort and angle they wanted. The boys head hung off the end to make oral penetration easier. The other man had been ramming an oversized dildo up the young man's rectum.
When the police walked in the men were initially stunned and froze. When they realized several policemen were coming in, they withdrew from the boy. Before the men could say anything else, a policeman pointed to their clothes. The men got the message and began dressing. While one policeman talked to the men, Daniel approached the boy. He lifted the boy's head and could see that he had been crying. Daniel held the boy's head while Arthur released his ankles. When the restraints were removed, they helped the boy move over to a bench.
"Are you alright?" Arthur asked.
"Yes, master," the boy answered looking down at the floor. "Master, did I do wrong? Did I not satisfy the men?"
"What's your name?" Arthur asked without answering the boy's question.
"Number . . . "
"No, not your number, your name," Arthur repeated in a calm tone.
"My name?" the boy repeated, sounding confused. "Dominic, Master. My name was Dominic."
"Dominic," Daniel addressed the boy. "If you can, we need for you to stand up and show us your slave identification number."
The boy stood and turned to face the wall. Bending at the waist, he spread his legs so the strangers could see the number tattooed on the inside of his thigh. Arthur knelt down to read the number.
"It's a match, Daniel,' Arthur said smiling as he stood. "He's one of the boys we're looking for."
"Dominic, you need to sit down," Arthur said, still smiling.
"Dominic," Daniel said. "Listen to what I say to you very carefully. You are no longer a slave. You are a free person. Do you understand?"
The boy looked at Daniel, confused and afraid. He looked at Arthur and then back to Daniel; finally he looked at Elizabeth. He knew he wasn't supposed to look at a free person, but he was too confused.
"Free?" was the boy's only response.
Elizabeth approached the young man and placed a hand on each cheek, cupping his face.
"It's true," she said looking him straight in the eyes. "You are free."
Dominic looked at Elizabeth. Without another word he began to cry. Daniel and Arthur stepped away, leaving Elizabeth to comfort the boy, and informed the senior police officer.
"Well, that's what we were hoping for," the officer replied. "According to our instructions we are now obligated to shut this whole facility down and arrest the employees and owners. They will face felony charges of their own and could wind up right back here, but this time not as paid workers."
When Daniel and Arthur accompanied the police out of the room, Elizabeth remained with Dominic. She would let him cry and then try to explain the situation to him. Jeremy never entered the room but was waiting as the men continued down the hall.
"Jeremy, are you okay? Would you like to wait up front?" Arthur asked.
"I'm . . .I'm alright. It's just . . . .well, it kinda reminds me of some times that wasn't alright." Jeremy looked at Arthur. Without saying anything, Arthur placed an arm around the boy's shoulders and they walked together.
"There's not gonna be anymore rooms bein' used from what we saw up front," Jeremy announced to the group.
Everyone knew what that meant. The third monitor was in the warehouse separate from the facility they were now in. They would have to walk through the tunnel and enter the area where the holding cells and dungeons were located.
"Jeremy, Arthur was right," Daniel told the boy. "You don't need to be here. We can handle this."
"I know, but somehow, something inside me says I need ta do this." Jeremy's voice shook, letting the men know the boy was frightened. Jeremy put an arm around Arthur's waist and pulled himself closer to the man.
The group moved slowly through the tunnel. The air was colder and felt damp. Daniel turned and noticed that Jeremy was walking with measured steps, his eyes closed.
"We're almost there," Jeremy said to no one in particular. "We should start goin' up. Then it's six steps to the door."
Daniel placed his hand on the shoulder of the policeman that was leading the group. They moved to the side to let Jeremy complete his walk. Jeremy apparently took his six steps and stopped. Arthur could feel the boy trembling and knew it wasn't from being cold. Two feet in front of Jeremy was the door. Jeremy opened his eyes.
"When we go through here, the cells and showers are that way," Jeremy pointed to his left. "The dungeons are straight ahead and over the other way. There's three dungeons and a punishment room."
"According to the monitors, there's only one dungeon being used," Daniel commented. "Let's go in and stop this."
The policeman used the key to unlock and open the door. As the door opened the group could hear what sounded like muffled screams. Mixed with the screams was boisterous laughter.
When the group entered the warehouse the lead policeman sent two officers towards the area occupied by the cells; Patrick accompanied them. Taking a few more steps forward, they were able to identify which dungeon was being used. They stepped up to the door and read a sign that said "DeSade's Castle". Jeremy held up his hand as a signal for the others to wait.
"I know that voice. He's the one that beat me so much and said he was gonna sell me to the meat market so they could make dog food outta me." Jeremy had stopped trembling. Fear was replaced with a deep-seated anger. "I want to go in first."
Arthur and Daniel looked at one another and then the policeman. The policeman looked at the men and Jeremy, and shrugged his shoulders.
"Jeremy," Arthur said quietly, but very seriously. "Okay, you go first. Just remember, we are right behind you."
No one knew what Jeremy was going to do, not even Jeremy. They did know that when he heard that voice, the voice of the man who had persecuted him, his whole demeanor changed. When the door opened everyone froze for a moment when they saw the two boys. Two men sat in arm chairs holding drinks as they watched and laughed at the boys' misery. They were unaware that the door had been opened and people were entering.
One boy sat in a wooden chair with a straight back. His arms were secured to the chairs arms by straps fastened at the wrist and near the elbow. Each of his legs was likewise strapped to a leg of the chair. There appeared to be something below the chair that made a whirring sound and they could see something moving. Attached to the boy's penis was a milking hose. Electrical wires were attached to his nipples and appeared to be attached to his testicles. The boy's eyes were closed and squeezed tight as he tried to scream through a large ball gag.
The second boy was being crucified. Wires were also attached to his nipples and testicles. He, too, tried to scream through a ball gag.
Jeremy stepped in front of the two men.
"What the . . . .? Who the fuck are you?!" one of the men demanded in a threatening tone. Jeremy looked at the man and then took a slave rest stance.
"Master, don't you remember me?" Jeremy said quietly in an almost effeminate voice.
"Who the fuck are you that I should remember you?" The man stood in a threatening pose. Two policemen ran to his side holding tasers. "What the hell's goin' on here?"
"Master? Do you not remember me? Your favorite boy?"
"Get outta here! All of you! I don't know what the fuck you're talkin' about. How would you like me to give you something to remember me?" When the man hinted he might make a move for Jeremy, the officers stepped closer and slightly ahead of him.
"Master, I am hurt that you do not remember me," Jeremy said in the effeminate voice. His voice suddenly changed to a hard tone, filled with anger. "Maybe this will help." Suddenly Jeremy stripped off all his clothes.
"Do you recognize me now?" Jeremy asked contemptuously. "You'd never seen me with clothes. Do you remember me now? You were going to sell me for dog food."
The man looked up in surprise, a look of recognition in his eyes. When he moved toward Jeremy, the officer didn't hesitate to hit him with the taser.
"AAAAAAHHHHH . . .!" the man screamed as he fell to his knees. Jeremy approached him.
"What's wrong? You laughed when you used those things on us. You called us pussies and wimps and trash. Remember how much fun you had using the tasers and whips on us?" Jeremy approached the man and grabbed two handfuls of hair, pushing the man's head back.
"Do you remember doing this?" Jeremy asked as he kicked out and the man gasped as his hands went to his groin. Jeremy did not release the man's head.
"Remember doing this to one of the boys?" Jeremy said more than asked as he brought a knee under the man's chin. "That was for them, and this is for me." Jeremy kicked the man again and let him go as the man feell to the floor.
As the man writhed around on the floor, Jeremy began cursing, shouting obscenities at the man. While he shouted he dropped to his knees and his fists flailed through the air. Jeremy didn't care where he hit the man; he just needed to hit him. The physical exertion caused sweat to form on his body. The adults stepped back and let the boy vent. It wasn't long before his arms became heavy and he was emotionally drained, exhausted. All that was left now was the crying.
"Jeremy," Arthur said softly, approaching the boy.
Linda, hearing all the screaming, had entered the room and witnessed Jeremy's venting. "Jeremy?" she said barely above a whisper.
Jeremy looked up at Arthur and then, upon hearing Linda, looked over to her. The only sounds in the room were the EMTs tending to the two tortured boys. Jeremy let Arthur man help him stand. Jeremy stood, still crying, his shoulders drooping as he slowly took small steps towards Linda, who was holding her arms out to him.
"Mama . . .?" he whispered as he fell into her arms.
She wrapped a mother's loving arms around him and let him slide back down to the floor. The boy rolled into her and curled into a fetal position, still crying.
"It's okay, baby. It's over now . . .It's over." Silent tears ran down her cheeks as she looked up to her husband and then Daniel.
Arthur and Daniel watched Linda cradle Jeremy and give him a mother's love which he so desperately craved. The two men looked at one another, saying nothing. Neither needed to say anything, they both knew. After a couple of minutes Arthur approached his wife and the boy. He knelt and slipped his arms under Jeremy.
"It's okay, son. No one will ever hurt you like that again." He paused while Jeremy turned his head towards Arthur. "It's time to go home."
Arthur stood, cradling the naked boy in his arms. Jeremy wrapped his arms around the man's neck as the three of them walked away.
End Ch 108 To Be Continued
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