Dedicated: To Gabe - a kind and gentle man

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“Will Justin Taylor please report to the Principal’s office.” The disembodied voice over the intercom sent a chill down twelve-year-old Justin. He hated been singled out. It was one more thing to add to the disadvantage he had in school of being one of the smaller kids in the class.

 

“Justin, you may be excused.” His teacher spoke with kindness in her voice. Justin was always hidden in the background of the class. His natural shyness combined with his gentle nature made it hard for him to survive in his classroom full of unruly twelve year olds who instinctively knew where to throw those verbal arrows that could wound a sensitive child.

 

Justin had never before been summoned to the office. He knew it couldn’t be good. He turned to look back at the class before the door shut. Unaware that it would be the last he saw of any of the kids he’d known since kindergarten.

 

When ever he thought back to that particular day or the months that followed, Justin was hard pressed to remember clearly what had happened. He was told by a police officer and a stern looking women from child services that his parents had died. With both of them he was allowed to go to the apartment where he lived with his parents and pack one suitcase. That suitcase along with his backpack held the last twelve years of his life. For five days he stayed in a dormitory filled with children who had been taken from their parents for one reason or another. He learned quickly that if he wanted to survive he had to stay in the background. He struggled to maintain his identity, but by the end of the five days he was happy just to be alive and had the bruises to prove it.

 

On the sixth day, he took what was left of his possessions, packed them into his backpack, kicked the empty suitcase under the cot he’d been sleeping on and quietly went with his caseworker to the foster home they’d found for him. It was in a different part of the city so the school he now attended was new. Of course the bullies remained the same, only their faces changed and then not all that much.

 

There were five other foster children living with this family. He had clean clothes, once he learned to use the washer and dryer, a roof over his head and he was warm enough most days. Justin learned the art of invisibility and he endured. He loved to draw, though amateurish, he was very good. There was certainly no money for lessons and the only paper he had was the back of pages already used for his schoolwork. It didn’t matter; he was content for the most part being invisible until one day when he had just turned sixteen. His birthday had once again passed unnoticed by the family he lived with and Justin was feeling depressed as he remembered better happier birthdays with a cake and presents and smiling people singing happy birthday though those memories were fading as time moved on.

 

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“Justin, there you are.” Justin looked up to see Thelma, his foster mother standing in the doorway with another boy. “This is Chris, he’s going to be staying with us for awhile, he’ll be rooming with you.” She looked pointedly at the vacant twin bed on the other side of the room. Billy had only been gone a few days and already he’d been replaced.

 

Justin shrugged and muttered “hello” before putting his head down and continuing to sketch. He heard the bedroom door shut and the sounds of Chris putting away his few things.

 

“Watcha doin’ faggot?” Chris stood over him and sneered.

 

“Pardon?” Justin looked up at the larger boy uncomprehending his words.

 

“I - said - watcha’ doin’ faggot.” Chris glared. He reached down to swipe away the picture Justin had been drawing of a barely remembered cat he’d owned when he was younger, before his life had turned to shit.

 

“Leave me alone.” Justin cried and he tried to escape by making himself even smaller than he was.

 

The other boy laughed. “I’ve had whiny little fairies like you before. You just wait. Your ass is mine little boy. A nice tight ass on a little fairy boy will do just fine until I find me some pussy.” Chris turned to walk out of the room. “If I were you, I’d rest up now, because you won’t be getting’ much sleep tonight.” At sixteen, Justin looked about twelve. He was slender and fair skinned. His hair still held the lightness in color that only a rare blond enjoyed without the benefit of a bottle of peroxide.

 

Justin could only stare at the closed door. He knew what Chris was talking about, he heard other guys talk about stuff like that. Justin knew he liked guys, but he wasn’t ready to have one and he certainly had no intentions of being raped by a homophobic moronic pig. He always had known the time would come when he’d have to leave his foster home. It’s not like he’d be missed. Well the check from the county would be missed, but he wouldn’t.

 

Justin waited until the sounds from below indicated dinner was being prepared. It was his week to dry the dishes, so they wouldn’t be looking for him until after the dinner hour. They didn’t care if he didn’t eat with them, as long as his chores were done.

Slowly and reluctantly Justin got up off of the bed. He found his backpack and began to pack his belongings in it. There wasn’t much but still it was a tight fit. He grabbed his jacket and headed out into the Pittsburgh afternoon. It was almost four and the November skies had darkened. He looked into the gray sky and wasn’t surprised to see snow clouds.

 

A city bus had turned the corner two blocks away and Justin ran to be at the bus stop when it arrived. He pulled out his worn bus pass, glad that he still had some time on it as he swung himself up onto the bus. His brilliant blue eyes were alert as he made his way down the aisle to the only empty seat, invisible as usual, and sunk gratefully onto the hard vinyl and rested his head against the window. The bus was heading downtown, but where he was going after that was anyone’s guess.

 

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“Hey kid - I’ll give you fifty for a blow job.” Justin looked up from where he was huddled against a building, enjoying the heat that blew up from a vent on the sidewalk. The man who had spoken leaned out of his car window.

 

Justin shook his head ‘no’ and tried to make himself look smaller. It was the third guy to approach him since he’d been standing here trying to get warm. It was nine o’clock, yet it seemed much later. He’d only been on his own for five hours and it wasn’t working out well. His stomach growled in hunger. He should have stayed long enough to eat, but if he had, he might have lost his nerve. He was never going back to the foster home.

 

“Hey kid” a hand was on his arm. It was the man from the car. “I bet you have a tight little ass. A hundred for your ass.” Justin shook him off and started to walk away. “I was talking to you kid.” The man was beside him again. Justin’s eyes were round with fear and he started to run terrified with  the sounds of being chased until he rounded a corner and saw the open back of a produce truck. It was pulling away from unloading at a small grocery. Not thinking Justin threw himself into the back of the truck and ‘crab crawled’ up the front of the box where he wrapped himself in a couple of pieces of canvas. He watched as the man who had been chasing him faded into the night as the truck drove down the busy city street.

 

He was sure the truck would  soon stop but it didn’t, and before Justin could jump out at a stop light or even a corner, the truck turned, and he found himself sheltering from the wind as the truck moved down the freeway - destination unknown. Resigning himself to traveling away from the city he grew up in, Justin settled down and eventually fell asleep. Nine hours later he woke up. Warm sunlight beat down on him and he sat up and stretched. He was in a parking lot full of other trucks; a busy diner bustled a few yards away.

 

Justin was almost nauseous with hunger by now. He carefully jumped out of the truck and on shaky legs started to walk to the door. Delicious aromas filled the air and his eyes filled with tears. He was hungry and he had no idea where he was. Putting on his imagined cloak of invisibility he walked into the diner a few steps behind the two guys who had pulled in and parked near the truck he’d been hiding in. Justin was relieved when they sat down at the counter rather than a booth. He took a seat beside them and tried to look like he belonged.

 

Before long he was served along with the two men a hearty breakfast of eggs and ham and something that the waitress referred to as grits. Justin ate everything, even the grits, though they tasted terrible to him. He had two cups of coffee. When the men looked like they were about to leave he stood up and went to the restroom where he relieved himself and then washed his face and hands. Trying once again to look invisible, he walked back into the busy diner. No one even looked at him as he walked out the door into the chest of one of the men who had been sitting beside him.

 

“Running away, are you kid?” The kindly voice said.

 

Justin automatically shook his head no.

 

“Where you headed?” the other man asked.

 

“No place special.” Justin mumbled.

 

“We’re hauling to Miami, you can hitch with us.” The first man told him. “You look pretty young boy. How old are you?”

 

“Sixteen, I know I look younger, but I’m sixteen.”

 

“I believe you. You remind me of me when I was your age.”

 

Justin looked at the man who could have been a poster boy for long distance truckers. He didn’t look like he’d even been sixteen and he had to have been fifty if he was a day. “Thanks mister, but I won’t have sex with you.” He figured he’d better get that out of the way right from the start.

 

“Well sheeeeit, I should certainly hope not.” The trucker looked astounded at the suggestion. “I paid for your breakfast, not your body kid.” And he chuckled. They all walked together to a couple of semi trailers. The one man waved bye and climbed up into his rig. The other man said. “My name is Bobby Joe. You climb on up and we’ll get going.” He reached into his pocket and threw Justin a chocolate bar. “Have a bite of chocolate, it’ll make you smile.” He took one out for himself as he settled into the driver’s seat.

 

Justin loved the feeling of sitting so high above the traffic. He didn’t even mind listening to Bobby Joe for endless hours as they completed the journey to Miami

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6 months later

 

The morning was shaping up to be a brilliant Miami morning. Emmett opened both heavy brass doors at the front of his Quoin - Guarida De La Miel. The flamboyant queen took a deep breath; he loved the smells of the city, and stepped out onto the top step of the six wide steps tiled in bright vermillion. He looked around surveying his little piece of Miami, it was only five thirty in the morning, almost time for him to go to bed. The last patron had left long ago, well except for the two who were staying over in one of the lower dungeons. “That’s odd” Emmett thought. The bottom step looks wet. He minced down the stairs in his soft kidskin slippers thankful that the night was over and his high heeled boots had been retired for another day. He bent and touched the wet and looked in horror at his red fingers. It was blood. A trail led to the bougainvillea bush that sent climbing tendrils filled with deep red flowers up the side of his home. Cautiously Emmett followed the trail until he found to his horror it led to a badly beaten blond. He could see knife wounds on his hands, defensive wounds and when he turned his face to the sun an ugly slash showed across the pale cheek. Emmett brushed away the flies that were trying to settle on the boy, and it did appear to be a young boy. Taking his silk robe off, Emmett covered the barely breathing boy and ran back to his home and up the stairs to find help.

 

“Quickly, Georgio, he said to the young man clearing away the glasses from the evening’s festivities. “Find Michael, Dr. Ben is spending the night. I need them both outside and now.” Emmett didn’t wait to see if Georgio was doing as he asked; instead he grabbed a handful of clean towels that had been placed on a table in preparation for being taken up the stairs and ran out to the boy.

 

“Baby, you poor, poor baby.” Emmett crooned as he tried to mop up the worst of the blood from the unconscious boy’s face and hands.

 

“What’s going on Em?” Ben asked as he squatted beside his long time friend.

 

“I don’t know honey, I was out saying hello to the morning before bedtime and I found him like this.” Emmett brushed the long blond hair back from the dirty and bloody forehead.

 

“I’ll call an ambulance and have him taken to a hospital.” Ben stood up. “There isn’t much I can do for him here.”

 

“Does he have to go to a hospital Ben, can’t you patch him up?” Emmett hated hospitals. With the Aids virus rampant he’d lost a lot of friends and he now had a phobia about sending anyone to any kind of hospital.

 

“His face is pretty badly cut up Em. He’s going to need a plastic surgeon and by the looks of it - I’m not even sure that even the best we have in Miami would be able to do much for him.”

“Take him into the house. He can have the room across the hall from mine in my private wing.” Emmett stood up, stretched and then bent and lifted the young boy in his arms. Emmett was far stronger than anyone realized. It always surprised Ben when he witnessed a demonstration of Emmett’s strength. “Oh my, this poor boy weighs less then my feather pillow. He must be starving.”

 

“Ben, Emmett, what’s going on?” Emmett’s main ‘working boy’ Michael stumbled out of the house. He’d barely been asleep an hour when Georgio had been pounding at his door.

 

“You don’t need to bother your little head about it Michael. I’ve found a poor lost boy and he’s in need of some help.” Emmett brushed past Michael and continued up the stairs and through the door that led to his private wing of the vast house. Ben followed closely with Michael trailing behind.

 

“Would you get my bag Michael?” Ben asked in a firm but gentle manner. Michael didn’t take kindly to any attention being spent on anyone other than himself.

 

“Send him to the hospital; we don’t need this kind of bother.” Michael began, but a look from Ben sent him scurrying off for Ben’s medical bag.

 

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It had taken almost two hours for Ben and Emmett to wash Justin and dress his wounds. Something more thorough would have to wait until the boy was awake and mobile. For now they did the best they could. He was obviously malnourished and it was hard to judge his age as he was so slight of body. Ben and Emmett both guessed he was in his mid-teens and could tell he’d been living on the street for awhile.

 

Someone built like this boy and blond wouldn’t stand a chance against the pimps and street hustlers in Miami. It was a wonder he was alive. Ben left the room after reassuring Emmett that Justin would live and Emmett pulled up a comfortable chair by the boy’s bed and prepared to rest while the blond slept.

 

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Justin slowly regained consciousness. He kept his eyes shut hoping that the pain he was feeling would somehow disappear. He groaned, he could smell fresh linen, a smell he’d almost forgotten. Slowly he opened his eyes and looked around.

 

“Well goodness me, you are alive and well.” Emmett beamed down at Justin who looked up at him puzzled. “You have the most amazing blue eyes Sugar, you’ll go far with those peepers.” Emmett reached over and poured a glass of cold orange juice and handed it to Justin. “You drink that Sugar pie and tell Auntie Em your name.”

 

Justin drank the tall glass of freshly squeezed orange juice down gratefully. He could never remember ever having anything taste so good. It was awkward holding the glass in his bandaged hands, and it almost slipped once but he managed. When he could get his breath, Justin said. “My names Justin Taylor, what’s yours?”

 

“Why I’m Emmett Honeycutt, sweetheart, but you can call me Auntie Em, all my boys do.”

 

“All your boys?” Justin winced when he asked, he had something wrong with his face and it was pulling on his cheek when he talked.

 

“Yes, at the moment there are eight of them. You my dear boy have arrived on the doorstep of Guarida De La Miel - one of the finer establishments in this part of the country. A Quoin of the highest quality, we accept no one but the best as our clients and the boys are impeccably trained to give the ultimate in pleasure to all of clients. We cater to every need within reason.” Emmett was proud of his business. He’d worked hard to get where he was.

 

Justin blushed as Emmett’s words sunk in. He’d spent the last six months defending his body against unwanted sexual advances, barely surviving because he wouldn’t trick for money and now, when he was at the end of his reserves of strength, he finds himself not only talking to one of the more famous Miami Quoin owners, but in the bed of said owner. Justin struggled to get out of bed and was embarrassed to find himself naked. His pale skin against the severe white of the sheets showed every bruise and every cut on his body in brutal clarity.

 

“Now BluJu - a perfect name for you, don’t you think? With eyes as blue as yours and as sad, there really is no other.” Emmett fussed around the room. He pulled out a pair of white silk pajamas. After you shower, you can put these on. I’m afraid the clothes you were wearing had to be disposed of. There really was no other choice.” Emmett prepared to leave the room. “Your bathroom is over there” he pointed at a door on the far wall, “I’ll send Enrique up with some food and a pill for the pain you must be feeling. Do try to keep the bandages on your face dry, you have a rather nasty slice there in your cheek. Feel free to use the television and if you like I’ll send up a few books as well. I’m off to bed and we’ll talk when I wake up.”

 

Justin looked around, not sure of what was happening. He started to say something when the door closed and the lock turned.

 

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Justin eased himself out of the bed and made his way to the door. Sure enough it was locked. Surprisingly it didn’t bother him, but rather for the first time in as long as he could remember, he felt safe.

 

The bathroom was filled with luxuries he’d only read about or seen in the movies. There was a sunken tub that was large enough for two and a separate shower area walled in glass. Crystal decanters held bath salts and oils. In a separate area was a toilet and near that was a bidet - not that he knew what it was at the time, but later Emmett would tell him about it and how to use it. There was enough light filtering through the opaque windows that Justin left the overhead lights off in the bathroom. He carefully hung a towel over the mirror - he knew he was too ugly to be seen by even himself and this luxurious bathroom would only emphasize his remarkable homeliness.

 

Not sure when Emmett would have someone throw him back on the street. Justin took the chance to have a bath. He filled the tub to the brim adding lavender bath salts. He was reminded of the movie Pretty Woman when Julia Roberts enjoyed a bubble bath. Justin had never had a bath where he could soak and let his body melt into a puddle of relaxation. That was unheard of in the small apartment he grew up in and of course not to be considered in the foster home he spent the last four years living in. Public bathrooms with a working sink to wash in were all he had once he was on the street. As he lay in the bath, the room dim, Justin thought it would be worth doing almost anything to be able to relax in a tub of hot water whenever he wanted.

 

Tired after his bath, Justin ate the food that had been delivered to his room. He tried to save something to take with him when he left. Who knew when he’d eat again, but everything tasted too good and before he knew it his plate was empty. Full and sleepy, the pain in his body masked by the pills that had been left for him, Justin crawled between the clean covers and fell back asleep.

 

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As was his usual practice, Emmett moved through all the rooms and made sure that everything was ready for the evening’s entertainment and guests. His house - Guarida De La Miel - had a reputation for excellence bar none. He arrived in the main salon on time for the little pep talk he gave his ‘boys’ most nights. With BluJu upstairs, he felt it especially important to let them all know what was happening.

 

Emmett walked into the salon trailing clouds of chiffon from the costume he wore of rainbow colored layers in his shirt that was really more like a blouson. The softly draped white linen trousers that were slit at the sides to his knee complimented his top to perfection. “Boys, boys.” He called. The various members of his household who were sitting and standing while chattering away, all looked at him.

 

“Good evening Auntie Em.” They chorused good naturedly and then laughed as their boss and protector flushed as he usually did at their attention.

 

“I have our security boys finishing up their dinner in the kitchen and I’ve already discussed this with all of them. Listen up boys, this is important.” He looked around at their solemn faces. “I have a new boy upstairs recovering from a vicious attack, but I do believe he will be joining us all. I want you all to welcome him to our little family and remember your first days here and what you were feeling.”

 

“You aren’t going to take that ugly little fuck in are you?” Michael asked. “The kid is going to have a face that’ll stop a clock. We’ll lose business.”

 

“Michael as you are well aware, everyone here has their own specialty. We will just have to find what BluJu’s specialty is. Please treat him with respect.” Emmett looked at his boys and couldn’t help but be proud of all of them; a couple had been with him for a number of years but most were fairly new. “Let me see you.” Emmett said and he sat down for a preview.

 

Everyone knew the drill, Michael, as the oldest and one of the longest employed, strolled past Emmett in his freshly cleaned leathers. The soft suppleness showed the quality and he was proud of the way he looked. Emmett caressed the pale globes of his ass that showed from the rear and admired the bulk of the leather jock. “Michael, I’m glad you waxed today, the chest hair was just a bit much.”

 

Next came Timmi and Tommi - identical twins - their roll was usually as slave to a client’s ‘master’ - they strutted past Emmett confident in their beauty, their sun kissed muscles tanned to perfection and visible for all to see as they were clad only in a dog collar and basic harness. “Boys, I see you both had a pedicure today, very nice.”

 

Jason, his walk smooth and panther like was next. Jason the exotic First Nations ‘master’ who stood close to seven feet tall, yet was slender and delicate, an enigma that always had his clients screaming in ecstasy. Tonight he was clad in a buckskin vest and matching chaps. He bent and kissed Emmett’s cheek as he walked past, gently brushing away an imagined speck of something on his shoulder just to touch the man he loved but would never have.

 

AJ, stiff and unbending was next, blond and autocratic in a uniform reminiscent of Nazi Germany without the insignias of hate. His highly polished Jack boots clicked on the tile floor.

 

Like Aladdin’s Genii, Chad was next, though his well oiled muscular body and tight fitting leather pants would have had Disney turning in his grave had he seen this parody of his movie character.

 

Del, his Asian features a contrast to the others was next; specialized in cutting and had a very exclusive clientele.

 

Ricardo, the Latin lover that seduced the unwary before binding them to his will was the last. Emmett had watched them all as he did every night and thought to himself that yes, BluJu would make a wonderful contrast to the boys.

 

Satisfied that everyone was ready to receive the soon to be arriving guests, Emmett signaled one of the bronzed, muscle bound security boys to put on some background music. All of the service staff dressed the same in cream color linen trousers, perfectly draped and hanging just below their jeweled belly button. Dog collars of ivory leather completed the outfit. No underwear, as the delicious view of a well endowed man clad in soft linen made Emmett smile and he was sure it did others as well. He tried to select his service staff for a similarity in size and musculature. Race and general height wasn’t considered when hiring. They all were required to have smooth bodies and the cost of full body waxing and skin treatment was part of the salaries.

 

Emmett lightly tripped back up the stairs, through the public areas and into his private wing. He stopped at his own apartment first, opening the door only enough to slip inside. “Did you get a chance to see him?” were the first words that Emmett said as he walked softly across the floor.

 

“He’s a little hard to see, he has the draperies closed and the lights off.” The tall auburn haired man dressed entirely in black glanced again at the closed circuit monitor that showed the interior of Justin’s room.

 

“I know it’s him.” Emmett tried to keep the excitement out of his voice.

 

“Perhaps, but you have been fooled before.” The other man sighed. He’d been searching for Justin Taylor for years.

 

“He said his name was Justin Taylor.”

 

“It isn’t a unique name.”

 

“His hair is blond and his eyes are like the bluest sapphires.” Emmett fumbled in a drawer by his chair until he pulled out a picture of a young twelve year old boy who was smiling into the camera, his eyes gleaming with happiness. “It is him, I’m sure of it.”

 

Brian Kinney shut his eyes; it was too much to hope for that his search was over. He’d spent countless hours and countless dollars trying to find Justin Taylor. The promise he’d made to Justin’s father on the side of the highway right before the man died, had haunted Brian ever since. Brian could still see the laughing smile of Craig Taylor as he cheerfully changed Brian’s tire on the side of the freeway. A good Samaritan who had come to the tall man’s aid and who died because of it.

 

The thump Craig’s body made when a passing car hit him and the screech of metal when the same car plowed into the worn out car that held Jennifer Taylor before she was killed instantly, would never leave his mind. All Craig had time to do was take the school picture out of his wallet and ask Brian to look out for his son before he died.

 

Now, at twenty-eight, there was a chance that Justin had been found. Brian was afraid to hope because every time he got close enough to touch the boy, circumstances happened and he disappeared again. “In case he is, I’d like you to continue with what we spoke of.” Brian said to Emmett as he stood up and prepared to leave. “I’ll be in touch this week, but I won’t be back for at least two more.”

 

Emmett gave Brian a hug and then turned to go to Justin. He knocked softly on Justin’s door and waited for the boy to invite him in before he turned the lock. “Hey there BluJu” he said as he entered the dark room. “You need to turn some lights on baby, make the place shine.”

 

“It’s alright Auntie Em, I don’t need any light.” Justin’s voice was soft. “How come you locked me in Auntie Em?”

 

“It wasn’t so much locking you in Sugar, as it was to lock anyone out who might be tempted to bother you.” Emmett walked over and sat down on the small love seat near the window. “I’m not going to ask you why what’s happened. That’s the past and today is the beginning of your new life. Beginnings are always exciting don’t you think so?” he asked.

 

“Not for me.” Justin’s voice was soft and tinged with sadness.

 

“Well, they are for me. We’ll just have to see if we can make this one exciting for you.” Emmett’s heart was heavy, though his words were light. Justin sat across from him, but kept his face averted as much as possible and the slump of his shoulders told Emmett he had little self-esteem.

 

“I don’t want to trick.” The words came out in a rush and Justin turned even further away. “Besides, I’m ugly and stupid; no one would want me anyway.”

 

“Well BluJu, I don’t want to hurt your feelings, but you aren’t even close to being ready to go downstairs and join our family. But I look at you and I see potential and I see a little of myself as I was when I was your age. You are what, about sixteen?” Emmett continued without waiting for Justin to answer. And while some of the boys do enjoy having sex with the odd client or two, that isn’t what my Quoin is all about. It’s about control, and kindness. It’s about protection and power and if you find yourself excited or if your client receives some gratification from this and leaves happy, then you’ve done your job.”

 

“You mean I don’t have to fuck?” Justin stole a look at the older man wondering if he’d see subterfuge in his face expression. “Do I have to let them hurt me?”

 

“No, you don’t have to do either. What I would like you to do is resume your schooling; I can hire a tutor until you are caught up with the others in your class year. I would also like you to read and watch what goes on here in the Quoin. If you are ready and if you feel you can do the job properly, because it is a job and only the very best stay, you may begin earning on your eighteenth birthday. Until then, I will see that you’re protected, like a younger brother, nothing more or less.”

 

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Justin rarely saw the other members of the household. His hours were daytime hours filled with school and study, while they lived in the night. He sometimes felt he lived in a household of vampires who only appeared when the sun went down. Occasionally a muffled scream would seep through his closed door and he’d smile and think of the satiated vampire and know he’d be safe again while he slept. He applied himself to his schoolwork and for the first time since he was a young child, his efforts were appreciated. When Auntie Em discovered he had a talent for drawing, art supplies appeared in his room and an art course was added to his curriculum at the small private school he was driven to each morning. Justin kept to himself at the school; he’d seen the looks of pity on the faces of both teachers and other students. He knew he was ugly and could never make anyone love him because of it. The few times he ran into the ‘boys’ at the Quoin told him a similar story when they gazed on his face. Only Auntie Em treated him like he mattered and he was sure that the kind man was like that with everyone.

 

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“Why does he hide in his room?” The man in black was back once again. He paced the length of Emmett’s sitting room. “I want to see him. You’ve disabled the surveillance cameras in his room.”

 

“Of course they’re disabled. Justin is part of my family Brian, until he begins to work for the Quoin, they’ll stay disabled.”

 

“How in hell am I going to get to know the kid?”

 

“He’s too young for you Brian, he’s only seventeen and believe it or not he’s still a virgin.” Emmett looked smug.

 

“How is that possible, he was on the streets for at least six months?”

 

“Why do you think he was in the shape he was when I found him? He refused to sell himself. He lived off of his wits and the good will of the other boys who were on the street. Unfortunately there were a few pimps who were determined to change his mind. You’ve seen his school picture, his eyes alone would have them after his ass.”

 

“Summer is fast approaching, he’ll have two months off. He can’t stay in his room for two months.”

 

“No, I’ll begin his training. I won’t have him working until his eighteenth birthday, but he can observe and learn from the master.” Emmett twirled around.

 

Brian rolled his eyes. “I may have to check in and watch this.”

 

“No can do Brian, you stay away until he’s ready.”

 

The hazel eyes smoldered for a moment before Brian nodded his agreement and turned away. He knew Justin spent his weekends in the movie theaters around town, his favorite one being the small theatre two blocks away that showed retrospectives of various directors and actors. It was only a matter of time before he’d see his ‘ward’ for by now Brian had assumed all costs for Justin’s education as well as living expenses in Emmett’s Quoin. It was the very least he could do to help fulfill the promise he’d made.

 

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”Hey BluJu, you forgot your bag for your head.” Michael taunted the younger boy as he slipped out the front door. By now Justin was used to the insults and only the reddening of the scar on his cheek betrayed how he felt. Head down he made his way to the movie theatre. A Robert Redford retrospective had been showing for the past week and would continue for another. Justin enjoyed losing himself in the handsome actor’s characters, transposing himself on the screen, he could forget for an hour or so how he looked and how he felt about himself.

 

The movie theatre was dark, the introduction for the next movie beginning. Justin moved thru the dark theater with confidence to his regular seat. His eyes fixed on the screen, so he wouldn’t miss one minute of the handsome actor so Justin slid into the row of seats and almost sat down when a quiet laugh made him look. “Shit” he whispered and then grinned at the handsome man whose lap he’d almost sat in. It was the same man who had been sitting one row in front of him all week. “Sorry.” Justin moved to the next seat and took his place.

 

“Sorry’s bullshit Sunshine.” The man growled and looked at the screen, not wanting Justin to know how his close proximity had affected him. “Fuck,” Brian thought, “this kid has more sex appeal than anyone I’ve ever met.”

 

“He called me Sunshine” Justin giggled silently to himself. “I’m sitting in the next seat to Mr. Handsome and he called me Sunshine.” Justin tried to focus on the screen in front of him but he’d never sat this close to anyone before, always preferring to sit in an empty row. He was glad it was his good cheek that the man could see. Maybe he’d think he was cute or something. “I wonder why he called me sunshine?”

 

Justin sat still for the entire feature, his eyes trained on the screen, but his senses trained on the man next to him as he drank in the heady scent of exotic cologne, cigarettes and the sharp tang of whisky.

 

Brian knew he would never last any longer than the first movie. The smell of warm excited boy was almost sensory overload for him. Reluctantly as the credits rolled, he stood, hoping his hard cock wasn’t obvious in the dark theatre. Justin glanced up at him and smiled again, this time it was a shyer smile. Brian leaned down. “Later, Sunshine.” And he quickly moved into the aisle and in seconds he had disappeared through the doors at the end of the theatre.

 

It was the beginning of a game of wills that the two of them shared. Justin didn’t always find the handsome man in his favorite row and in the days he was missing, the movies were somehow not quite as captivating. But on the days the man joined him, the movie came alive with promise of a better life. They rarely spoke though by the end of the second month, names had been exchanged, first names only. One or the other always left under the cover of darkness with the flicker of light from the movie screen the only illumination. By the end of the fourth month, the man would hand Justin a cold drink or a box of popcorn he’d picked up at the kiosk in the movie theatre lobby. By the sixth month Justin had clutched the older man’s hand in a moment of fear during an especially tense moment on the big screen and from that point on whenever he sat down with Justin, Brian would weave his fingers through the younger man’s.

 

Close to the eighth month, Brian would occasionally put his long arm on the back of the seat behind Justin and once in awhile during the movie he would let his fingers brush the back of Justin’s neck, or smooth his blond hair. On those occasions Justin would shut his eyes to the movie and live a fantasy of being loved by the man who upon occasion sat beside him in the dark movie theatre. In the ninth month, Justin turned eighteen. The training he’d been receiving from Emmett had been completed.

 

Justin sat in the theatre wishing for the arrival of Brian, the mysterious auburn haired man who haunted his dreams and most of his waking hours. It had been two weeks since he’d last joined him. If only he’d come and this time maybe they could actually talk.

 

The first movie was almost over when Justin felt the seat beside him move. He glanced over and smiled, Brian had arrived. For the next hour he could forget about tonight for he had his knight in shining armor beside him - a fantasy - but a favorite one.

 

Justin relaxed in his seat. In a few moments Brian threaded his fingers through Justin’s and the movie continued. All of a sudden with a loud pop, the screen went dark and the sound of the movie stopped. For the first time since they had met, there was silence all around the two in the dark. Justin giggled nervous and not sure what to do.

 

“You seem tense Sunshine.” Brian’s voice was calm in the dark. “I’m sure they’ll have the film repaired and up and running in a few moments.”

 

“I know.” Justin’s voice was low and Brian strained to hear it. Silence filled the air around the two of them, though other patrons were talking and laughing loudly.

 

“It’s not the broken film that’s making me tense.” Justin finally admitted. “I’m starting a new job tonight and it’s kind of scary.”

 

“You are?” though of course Brian already knew this.

 

“Today’s my birthday, I’m eighteen and I promised.” There was a quiver in the soft voice.

 

“If you don’t want to do whatever it is, then just don’t do it.” Brian would have to talk to Emmett. Justin wasn’t ready.

 

“It’s not that. I know I can do the job. It’s kind of different but my trainer says I’m very good. The other guys think I’ll suck at it. They think because I’m ugly that I’ll cost them all money ‘cause no one will return once I join them.” Justin sighed. “I shouldn’t be telling you this stuff.”

 

“Justin, I don’t really know you, but what I do know is that you certainly aren’t ugly. In fact you’re beautiful.”

 

Justin felt tears come to his eyes; Brian had only seen his left side and even that only by the light of the movie screen. He had no idea how ugly he really was. “You haven’t seen me Brian.” Was all he said.

 

“Of course I’ve seen you. I’ve seen you every time we’re here.”

 

Justin shook his head in the dark. There was no point in trying to make the handsome man understand. This would have to not only be a day of beginnings but of endings as well. It would be the last day he’d watch a movie with Brian. From now on he’d go to the multiplex at the mall. It was more anonymous.

 

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“When’s BluJu coming down to join us?” Michael asked. “Or is he too good to hang around here waiting.”

 

“You know that’s not true Michael.”  Timmi chided. “He just gets tired of your insults and I don’t blame him.”

 

“I don’t want to hear a word about his face Michael.” Chad’s rumbling voice made them all look at the large black man. “BluJu will be nervous enough. Now hush up, Auntie Em is coming.”

 

The eight of them circled around finally settling in their favorite waiting spots for Emmett’s review.

 

Music filled the rooms, streaming from the speakers hidden from view and Emmett strolled down the stairs. He circulated the room smiling to himself anticipating Justin’s grand entrance - his ‘boy’ would blow these ones out of the water. He was a natural and would soon become legend among the Quoin.

 

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The weeks of training were culminating in this night. Justin donned his elaborate facial mask, one of several he’d designed. The form fitting latex hugged his fine features. Only when it was in place did he allow himself to look into the mirror over his dressing table. With expert fingers he smoothed the latex until it met seamlessly with his skin. The iridescent latex gleamed and it blended with the matching iridescent sparkles that covered his smooth body devoid of body hair. The mane of blond hair was donned next, the lushness of the curls a masterpiece of the wig makers art. Expertly Justin wove the elaborate headdress through the curls, allowing the soft feathers colored to match his eyes to drape just slightly over his face. Satisfied with the effect, he quickly added the same blue to his eyelids and rimmed his eyes with kohl. His thick lush lashes had been died with blue/black vegetable die earlier in the day.

 

He stood up pleased with the effect of his makeup. He smoothed the almost translucent thong of shimmering silk over his slim hips. Justin’s choice of footwear had been the cause of considerable discussion between him and Auntie Em. Finally for this particular costume, his choice of white kid leather dancing slippers won. He knew when Auntie Em saw him; he would be pleased with the final result. A final look at himself in the full length mirror that usually remained covered by a silk sheet and Justin was ready for his debut. He grabbed seven silk scarves from the assortment in a crystal bowl and tucked them into the side of his thong. They would be needed as part of his act.

 

Justin took a deep breath and walked into the hallway, leaving nervous nelly, cowed Justin Taylor behind in the dark shadows and stepping into the well lit hallway as BluJu a master of the soft touch, a seducer in the art of pleasure so intense, that the pain it would cause would bring the strongest man to his knees and then have him beg for more.

 

He was late, the evening’s guests were already arriving. Head held high, shoulders back, BluJu stood at the top of the wide stairway that wound it’s way down to the marble tiled floor below. Music pulsated through out finding it’s way into the very fiber of his being as he stood and watched the ‘boys’ circulate among the guests, choosing their first client of the evening. A trick of the light caught the shimmer of his mask and soon all eyes had turned in his direction. Something new for the Quoin. A hush fell over the audience and even his coworkers were speechless at the beauty before them. BluJu strode down the stairs, a regal entrance, fully expecting all to bow before him and they did, one by one clients and workers alike, fell on one knee when he passed by, their heads bowed in supplication. Emmett smiled from his place near the entrance where he’d been welcoming a special friend. BluJu would more than repay the kindness he’d shown the boy all those months ago. He could see it in the eyes - they all wanted their turn with him.

 

His walked the sensual prowl of large cat, BluJu continued into the show room. Not waiting to be selected by a client, he stood on the stage, his legs slightly apart and scanned the room, finally lighting on the largest, most brutal looking man there. The legend of BluJu had to begin tonight. It was now or never. His sapphire blue eyes stared hard at the big man dressed in one of Armani’s finest summer weight suits. The man BluJu had selected was one of the more hardened men in the room. Not someone an amateur should take on and Emmett was tempted to interrupt. He almost made his move when the man fell to his knees. BluJu’s face was impassive - it was the mask, but no one knew that. “Come” he said. His voice was soft and full of promise. And the man, a man who owned three major hotels in that part of Florida, who was known for his tough, hard bitten manner, meekly rose and walked as if mesmerized up to the stage.

 

BluJu plucked a sapphire blue feather from his headdress; it’s long silky plumes drifting in the air currents stirred by the overhead fans. He let the feather caress the homely face of the man who towered over him and at the same time cast his eyes down his now willing slave’s body. A small nod from BluJu and his slave began to remove his clothing, handing it off to one of the security guards who had stepped forward as if rehearsed, though this tableau hadn’t been, for who could have predicted these events.

 

Finally, as his underwear was removed the slave looked at BluJu as if asking permission and again that nod of permission given and the man fell to his knees, head bowed.

 

BluJu snapped a silk scarf in the air, the soft crack told the slave to follow him and on his knees the man made his way to a nest of silk and velvet cushions. Another snap and the man lay down full length, the only sounds that could be heard in the large room was the ragged breathing of the willing slave and the hum of the ceiling fan. It was if all the others in the audience were holding their breath as they waited to see what would happen.

 

BluJu quickly secured each hand and each leg of his slave to concealed metal hoops in the floor of the stage using the silk scarves. Walking to a nearby table he selected the perfect apple, its green skin polished hiding the sturdy sour flesh inside. Again he let his blue feather caress the slave’s face tracing the outline of the man’s lips, he needed no words and the mouth opened. The scarf and apple formed the perfect ball gag; already the man’s cock was engorged from the events that were happening. Never before had he been a slave, but tonight it seemed like he had no will of his own. He needed desperately to be dominated by the beautiful creature that appeared at the top of the stairs. BluJu allowed himself a small smile of approval to show in his eyes knowing the man would be able to read it before everything went black and the sixth silk scarf blindfolded him.

 

BluJu knew that the Miami heat was releasing the musky oils he’d rubbed into the pulse spots on his body and he knew that both the slave on stage as well as the audience could catch different fragrance notes as he moved. He nodded at two of the security guards and then at the candelabra with ten white candles and with seconds the acrid smell of sulfur filled the air as the candles were lit with matches produced by one of the guards.

 

His silent slave writhed on his bed of cushions. BluJu calmed him with a stroke of the feather, followed by a drift of cool silk, up one leg and down the other teasing the mushroom head of his cock that had now blossomed purple and demanding, precum glistening at the end. Music began to play, primordial sounds filled the room along with the haunting sounds of the Australian outback as a song from one of Oka’s albums began to seep into the heads of all in the room.

 

BluJu, with his feather and silk scarf played his slave like a finely tuned instrument and the deep groans and begging moans joined Oka’s latest piece of music. Taking one of the candles from the candelabra, BluJu added the sting of hot wax on inner thighs, full balls and vulnerable belly, soothed only by the caress of silk or feather and if it could be possible, the slave’s cock increased in size as it demanded release, though permission had yet to be given. Finally, after a particularly intricate combination of hot wax, silk and feathers, BluJu tapped the engorged cock twice. It appeared to the audience that he used the lit flame of the candle, but in actual fact it was a finger hidden behind the white wax. The audience gasped in pleasure pain and the orgasmic wave of cum shot forward extinguishing the flame in with a smell of burnt protein that none would forget as wave after wave shuddered through the large man’s body until he went limp, losing consciousness for a moment in the release. BluJu stood and head erect disappeared through the curtained door at the rear of the stage. Not waiting for Auntie Em, he flew up the rear stairs and ended up in his room panting with sexual desire. He was after all eighteen and the last thirty minutes had his balls in a tight blue grip of pain. He needed release. With two quick pulls he spent himself into his hand.  Only then did Justin allow himself to return and he grinned into the full-length mirror before replacing the silk sheet and then removing his costume.

 

Downstairs Emmett took the stage. One of the security guards untied the now embarrassed, but well pleasured slave. “Gentlemen, tonight you met BluJu - a master of the soft touch. Still untouched himself, he will grant one client his services an evening. Only BluJu will make the selection. He will only ask once, and never will you have another opportunity to avail yourself of his expert slave training. His price is the highest of the Quoin. If you wish to leave him a token of your appreciation, please see that it is delivered to the doorman during daylight hours. There is always the possibility that one of you will be the one to enslave the master.” A murmur went through the room as the intriguing thought sunk in.

 

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Justin couldn’t sleep; he was too keyed up by tonight’s performance. He loved being BluJu, beautiful and mysterious and in charge of his destiny, worshiped by all who saw him. It gave him a feeling of empowerment that he’d never had before. But when he’d finished his shower and caught a glimpse of himself in the bathroom mirror, he was Justin again and his shoulders slumped in dejection. Without pausing to think, Justin grabbed his jacket and slipped outside to take the balcony stairs to the alley below. He headed back to the theater hoping to lose himself in whatever was playing. He almost wished that it was the afternoon and maybe Brian would join him, though he’d vowed that this afternoon had been the last time he would ever see the man he was falling for.

 

“Hey Justin, you came back tonight. No beautiful lady to go home to?” Marie smiled at her friend.

 

“I couldn’t sleep.” Justin said and he pushed his money through the slot.

 

“Well Zorro is playing now, you won’t sleep here.” She laughed as she slid his ticket to him.

 

“That’s okay, I can sleep in tomorrow.” Justin took the ticket and headed to his favorite seat, pleased that the row was empty, in fact most of the theater was empty.

 

Brian had followed the youth from the Quoin. He’d watched Justin’s debut in astonishment and it was only luck that had him outside for a cigarette when the boy ran past him heading for the theater. Naturally Brian had followed.

 

Justin was engrossed in the movie, his mouth repeating the familiar words, when the hair on the back of his neck tingled and he knew for some inexplicable reason Brian was there.

 

Brian slid into the vacant seat beside the blond and wordlessly handed him a cold drink and a bag of well-buttered popcorn before turning to the movie screen to watch the rest of the movie.

 

Justin relaxed in his seat with a smile. He took a drink and handed the glass back to Brian who also took a sip of the sweet cola. Justin began to eat his popcorn; he didn’t offer any to Brian, because he knew the man hated butter. Brian transferred the cold glass to his other hand and placed his arm over the back of Justin’s seat, his fingers touching the downy softness of the blond’s neck.

 

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