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Date: Sun, 27 Feb 2022 18:38:22 +0000
From: MaxwellFranklin11 <MaxwellFranklin11@protonmail.com>
Subject: Farmacist (Gay adult youth)

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Farmacist

Chapter 1

Max Franklin


I was a bad person. OK I need to be honest here. I was a horrible shitty
scum bag piece of shit. Yeah I think that sums it up pretty well. You see
I thrived and made tons of money from other peoples misery. I was one of
the largest heroin dealers in my state. Or I guess former state. Seeing
as how I no longer live there. I am going to show you that with love a
fucked up individual like myself can turn his life around. I make
mistakes and I try to be better than I was. But its hard I tell you. This
is how it all started. It feels like it was a lifetime ago. But its
really been just a year.

I was sitting behind my glass and steel desk when Mickey walks in my
office at the farm. I decided I like the idea of conducting my main
affairs from a farm house because I could see cops coming for miles. It
made sense and still does. I look up at Mickey. He is a hulk of a man.
Its why he is my enforcer. You take one look at him as he makes a threat
and shit your pants and do whatever he wants. He is very good at his job
and not once has anyone ever not paid me.

"She owes you 200k from the front. It was due yesterday."
"Is she a user?"
"Not as a rule. But she has been known to."
"So she isn't strung out on the shit?"
"No. She isn't that way." was his reply.

"Remind me why I gave her this front?" I ask him.

I know and he knows I did it because he said she was good for it.

He looks at the ground.

"Well?"
"Because I said she wouldn't fuck you."Mickey mumbles.

"What is she doing?"
"Come on Deke give her a little slack. Shes got a kid."

"Fine then you pay the vig. Or you fucking find her. I want my fucking
money!!! I want her here FUCKING NOW!!!"
"I will do my best boss."
I am furious now. People don't fuck me over. We aren't talking chump
change here its 200 large. I stand up and flip my desk as I do.

"YOU GET HER OR YOU FUCKING PAY ME!!!!!!!!! YOU FUCKING HEAR ME? YOU
FUCKING SAID SHE WAS GOOD FOR IT. ITS YOUR ASS ON THE LINE NOW
MICKEY!!!!"
When I flipped the desk my laptop went flying. The glass top of the desk
is now shattered all over the floor. My anger level is red. Is their an
anger level higher than red. If so I'm at it.

"I will find her."
"You fucking better. Or I will cut your fucking tongue out."

Mickey quickly leaves and I look at the mess I created which just pisses
me off more.

I walk to the credenza I have my liqueur on and pour myself a nice tall
glass of Bushmills. Im not talking fingers. I'm talking a high ball glass
full. I gulp half down in a second. I pull the glass from my lips and
look at the amber liquid in the glass. I gulp the rest and slam the glass
against the wall it shattering and adding to the broken glass laying
everywhere now.

"Think you are going to fuck me bitch. You are sadly mistaken."I say to
no one.

I look at the mess from my tantrum and think about cleaning it up.

"Fuck that I'll make that bitch do it when he drags her sorry ass in
here."

I hear the glass crunching under my shoes as I walk out of the office and
go to my home theater. I need some mean music I'm thinking. I set up a
home theater in the basement when I bought the place five years ago. At
the time it cost me what I thought was a lot of money. But I was small
time then. Now I'm the king of the world. I sell more black tar then
anyone west of the Mississippi. I flip on the light switch when I get
there and smile at my favorite place to spend time. I grab the remote
from next to one of the dozen leather recliners lined up and on risers. I
don't know why I had a dozen. Hell I could have had just the one. Only a
few trusted people come here. I turn on the TV and select some very hard
heavy metal and crank it up loud. I sit in my favorite chair and pull a
cigarette from my pack and light it. I lean back and close my eyes
letting the music fuel my anger. I take a drag off my cigarette open my
eyes and watch the blue smoke waft in the air.

"Bitch better have my money." I say not even able to hear myself over the
music.

I chain smoke about half a pack of Marlboro's and am finally calmed
enough to do something else. I turn off the music and walk back upstairs.
Its midnight but I'm hungry. I never deny myself food when I'm hungry. I
was always half starved as a kid. My mom was a junkie hooker and food for
me or anything for me was not a high priority for her. So I would get it
however I could. When I was maybe 12 or so I started hustling and selling
smack on the corner. Hey I had to eat and I realized how much money my
mom spent on this shit. I realized I wanted to have that money instead of
fucking starving. I made myself a Turkey sandwich and grabbed some chips,
and a coke. I walk into the dining room and sit to eat. I have a
beautiful cherry set I got from some junkie that used to be a CPA or some
shit. What do I care. Its mine now. I didn't put it in his veins. I enjoy
my sandwich and when I finish I put the plate in the sink and walk into
the living room and turn on the little TV to just watch a movie. My
little TV is 70 inches. I flick it on and lean back and enjoy it. I
finish my pack of smokes and crumple the package and grab another from
the end table. I have cigarettes every where. I like watching those old
movies where they have cigarettes in boxes and shit. I think its cool. I
don't have any boxes but hey no one has given me any yet. I smile at that
thought. When the movie is nearly done I see car lights go across the
house as someone pulls in. I switch on the camera and its Mickey. I
switch back to the movie thinking he better have that bitch with him. A
minute or two later I hear the back door open and close. I hear Mickeys
heavy steps walking in and I ignore him. I am selfish and want to finish
my movie, whatever he has to say will wait. I look over at him and glare
then go back to watch the last five minutes of my movie. When its over I
turn of the TV and look at him.

"You got my fucking money?"
"Well, um no. But,....."
"There are no buts. Where is my fucking money and where is that cunt?"
"Well, boss its like this."
I know when he calls me boss that the shit has hit the fan. But, it wont
be for me. Someone will pay me even if its him. He said she was
trustworthy. I took his word.

I just stare at him and wait.

"Well, see boss its like this."
"You fucking said that already." I say growing impatient.

"Here this is easier."
He turns around and walks back into my kitchen and comes back a moment
later a little scrawny kid being guided by his shoulder into my living
room.

I'm thinking Jesus Christ this kid could have been me 20 years ago. Just
from looking at him I knew she was using. Its just something I can tell
from looking at him. He looked so thin.

"Mickey you said she wasn't using." I say a lot softer than I had been
previously speaking.

"I didn't think she was."

"So what am I going to do with a kid? I want what is owed to me. Not her
kid. How do you propose I get my money from him?" I am acting very calm
but I really want to scream. I was that kid and I know its not his fault
his moms a junkie.

"You could sell him." He suggests with a shrug. The boys eyes got huge
with terror in them.

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HOUSE MICKEY!!!!! YOU BETTER HAVE SOMETHING FOR
ME TOMORROW!!! OR I SWEAR TO FUCKING GOD I WILL FUCK YOU UP!!!!!!"
Mickey turns and starts to guide the kid away.

"Leave the kid. I could sell him? I would sooner fucking sell you cock
sucker."
Mickey turns on his heals and I hear him leave and watch the tail lights
of his car drive from my house to the road. The boy is standing there
trembling with fear. I feel so bad for him. I know just what he feels
like. Absolutely no control of his fate for now anyway.

"Kid you hungry?"

He isn't sure what to do. He looks at me a good thirty seconds and gives
a slight nod of his head.

"Alright kid lets get you something to eat." I softly say to him. I get
up from the couch and put my hand on his shoulder and gently guide him
into the kitchen. I pick him up and put him on a bar stool and open the
fridge. Nearly bare. I open the freezer and see a frozen pizza. Cool I
think and pull it out.

"You like Pizza?"
He doesn't answer but his lips turning up slightly at the corners tells
me yes.

"Alright then kid we will have some pizza."
I turn the oven on to preheat it and light a cigarette. I open the fridge
again and pull out two Cokes. I open one and sit it in front of him.

"Thank you sir." He says just above a whisper.

"Your welcome kid."
I open mine and take a big pull off of it. The oven beeps to let me know
its at temp. I open the box and unwrap the plastic off of the pizza. I
slide it on the rack and set the timer. I sit next to him and snub out my
cigarette. His stomach rumbles.

"Whens the last time you ate kid?"
He looks at me embarrassment on his face.

"Look kid I am not judging you. I know that its not your fault."
"School."

I think its fucking Sunday, actually Monday morning now. I shake my head
in disgust thinking of that rotten bitch. I reach over and pull the
cookie jar towards me. I take a couple out and set them in front of him.

"Maybe that will help your tummy rumbles kid. It will be a while until
the pizza is done."
He looks at me with these big gray eyes under his mop of unruly looking
brown hair, and smiles.

"Thank you sir." He again says softly.

"Sure kid I know what its like being hungry."I say and smile back and rub
his head.

He gobbles up the cookies in a flash.

"Um sir?"
I'm thinking he is going to want more cookies. Fuck me I know what that's
like.

"What kid?"
"Are you gonna kill me?"
I am literally shocked by this question.

"No kid I'm not going to kill you. I'm not going to hurt you at all. Like
I said its not your fault. You're just in a fucked up situation."
"Yeah." He softly agrees and nods his head.

"Um sir?"
"Look kid my name is Deke why don't you call me that."
"Um OK. I'm William. I hate my name the kids at school call me Willy and
I really hate that. Um sir I mean um Deke. You aren't gonna sell me
right?"
"No kid I wouldn't do that to you."
I can see a look of relief on his face.

"Your mom ever sell you before?"
He looks down into his lap and I know that she has. Fucking cunt. She
better hope I never get my hands on her. I put my hand on his shoulder
and he involuntarily jerks away.

"I know kid.....William my mom was a junkie hooker. She used to sell me
too. I fucking hated her for that. One of the guys he loved to make me
scream in pain. He would love it shoving his big cock in my ass and
hearing me scream. She did that for a long time. Then one day I told her
I was going to tell the cops she was doing it and she would go to prison.
She never did it again. Wish I would have thought of it before. I'm
really sorry kid.....William it sucks. Shit when I was your age my mom
was a junkie hooker and everyone knew it. You said you hate your name.
Fuck the kids at school used to all me Deke the geek. Then when they
guessed I was gay well then the shit really hit the fan. Look at the
faggot they would sing at me. Fucking kids suck William. Seems to me moms
do too. At least ours do. Look William no one will ever hurt you again if
I can help it."
"Deke?"
"Yeah William?"
"Um are you gonna kill my mom?"

"I wont lie to you. We are like kindred spirits you and me. No I'm not a
killer. I cant collect money from dead people. But I am going to fuck her
up pretty good. But I fucking want to for what she did too you."

He just nods his head understanding what I mean.

"Do you want me to kill her?"
He looks at me his eyes wide.

"N-n-no. I just never want to see her again."

"Hate her huh?"
He sighs and nods.

"I feel you buddy." I say and rub his shoulder. This time he doesn't pull
away. I pull my hand away and grab another cigarette and screw it between
my lips and fire it up and take a long drag.

"Deke?"
"Yes William?"
"Would you have killed her if I said yes?"
I think a moment about my childhood how shitty and miserable it was and
how is and mine are so similar so far. I start to nod my head.

"Yeah, I would have killed her for you."
"But what about your money?"

"I never said this. But sometimes money isn't the most important thing."
I take another long pull on my cigarette and the timer goes off.

"Pizzas done."I sing out.

He grins. I get up and pull out the pizza and slice it up. I sit it away
from him so it can cool. Because I know what he would do. Grab a slice
and immediately take a bite and burn the shit out of his mouth. Its what
I would have done. Your hungry tummy gives two shits about a burned
mouth. I lift his can of Coke and its still mostly full so I don't get
him another one. I do however grab another for me. I toss the empty into
the recycle bin and open my new one and put it in front of where I'm
sitting. I feel the top of the pizza and think its almost cool enough. I
grab a napkin for him and sit it in front of him. Then pull a plate from
the cabinet and put some slices on it for him. I put it in front of him
and he smiles at me.

"Thanks Deke."
"Sure William. You know I don't like William its too proper for you and
Willy is what people in England call their cocks. I think I am going to
call you Will. Is that OK with you?"
His mouth full of pizza he looks at me and grins.

"I will take that as a yes then."
He swallows and says to me.

"I like you Deke. You're nice."
I cant help it but laugh.

"I don't think anyone has ever called me nice before." I say chuckling.

He looks at me serious.

"Well, I think you are nice." then takes another bite.

"I think you are nice too." I rub his head messing up his hair more then
it already was.

He grins at me. I decide I like this boy, Will. No idea what I'm going to
do with him. I know I wont let his mother have him back and CPS is out of
the question. I thought I got abused at home. It was a breeze compared to
foster care. I don't know Hell maybe I will keep him. I smile to myself.
Yeah a dope dealers kid. Well, I know no one would fuck with him. I would
kill them if they did. He finishes his two slices and looks at me with
those pretty eyes of his.

"Aren't you going to eat?"
"I want to make sure you are full first. That and I had a sandwich a
little while ago. Get some more Will I know your still hungry."

"See you are nice." He says with a grin.

I actually take out a cookie and nibble on it. He eats and there are two
pieces left.

"You should eat those." He says to me pointing at them.

"Nah you are a growing boy you need it more. Besides I'm not really
hungry honestly. Eat it and enjoy."

He does and I am amazed a boy so small could eat a whole pizza. But
seeing as how its been almost three days I can understand why he did.
Been there before. You don't know when you are going to eat again so you
eat as much as you can until you feel sick.

He leans back when he takes the last bite. His little tummy poking out I
can see. It makes me happy. I haven't been happy in a long time.

"Are you full? You want me to make something else?"
He sighs contentment.

"No I'm stuffed. But thank you."
"You want some cookies?"
He giggles. It sounds so nice to hear.

"Maybe one."

"Alright then."
I get him a cookie they are the sandwich ones. Peanut butter flavored. I
like them and he seems to as well.

He slowly eats the cookie and when he is done he smiles at me.

"Want another one?"
"Oh I wish I could but I'm so full if I eat another one I might puke."

"We don't want that."
"No we don't."He says smiling.

I fire up another cigarette and take a deep drag. I was nice and didn't
smoke while he was eating because some people don't like it. However I
doubt he would have minded and know he wouldn't have said anything.

"Deke can I ask you a question that's kind of embarrassing?"

"You can ask. I may not answer but you can ask."
He turns beat red.

"Um can I take a bath or shower or something? We don't got no water and I
know I'm stinky and stuff. I was gonna go to the little store before
school and kind of wash up in the sink and stuff so I didn't stink at
school. So um can I?"
Now I had noticed he was a bit ripe. But I wasn't going to say anything
because I have been in his shoes. I didn't want to embarrass him

"Sure Will. Come on I will let you use the big tub. Its even got
whirlpool jets in it so you can act all fancy and stuff."

I got that from a plumber that owed me money. He did a really good job
too.
"I will show you where its at and show you how to turn it on and let you
enjoy a nice long bath if you want. I will even wash the clothes you got
on if you would like me too."
He hops off the chair and starts stripping.

"Whoa wait a minute Will. Lets get up there first."
He smiles and turns red.

"Sorry."
"Don't be its OK. I understand you are excited. I remember what its like
wanting just simple things it seems everyone else in the world had and
not having it. Then getting excited when you can. Come on Will I will
show you where its at."I say and snuff out my cigarette and start to lead
the way. He is behind me until we get to the stairs. Then he is next to
me and he takes my hand into his. I in my entire life have never had this
happen and it sent electricity up my arm and then warmed my whole body. I
liked it. I liked it a lot. A whole lot.

I walk him to my bedroom and into my bath.

"You got a real nice house."
"Thank you."
When he sees the tub his mouth drops open. It really is massive. It can
probably fit three adults in it. The thing I have learned in my 29 years
on this planet is that when you don't have things for your entire life
and then you can get what you want you tend to overcompensate. One
example is I got up to 280 pounds when I was 20. I didn't like that I
felt tired and sluggish so I started exercising and now I'm in pretty
good shape. I also started taking martial arts classes. I stopped when I
reached black belt. I figured I cant go higher why continue. Maybe not
the right attitude but its the one I have. Besides I'm a rather imposing
guy anyway. I stand 6 feet 4 inches and am lean at 200 pounds. I sit on
the steps leading up to the tub and turn on the faucet. I get it to a
temperature I think he would like and ask him to check it.

"Its a little cold." He informs me.

I turn up the hot a bit and he likes that temperature. I walk over and
open one of the double doors and reveal the washer and dryer. I grab a
towel and wash cloth for him and he strips in front of the machines as I
do. I see a box of bubbles I got once because I just wanted a bubble bath
that day. Because I do what I want when I want now. I have the money and
no one can stop me so fuck it. I get them and shake some in the water.
The bubbles start foaming up instantly.

"I never had a bubble bath before."
"Well you wont be able to say that again."I say looking down at the now
naked boy next to me. He giggles.

"No cant say that again."
When its about a quarter full I lift him up and put him in it. He sits
against the back and sighs.

"This feels nice. Thank you."
"Anytime Will."
When I was noticing his package. A pretty nice one for a boy. Looks to be
about three inches long soft and a nice set of tight balls, I noticed he
had a red ring around his waist and legs from undies that are too small.
I noticed his shirt and pants were pretty tight as well. I walk over and
put his clothes in the washer and add a soap pod and get it started.

"Will I am going to be in my room right here next to the bathroom if you
need anything just give me a shout."
"You can stay if you want. I don't care."
"That's OK buddy. You just relax and get clean as you do."
I walk into my room and sit in a wing back chair I got a couple from a
lawyer that had a bit of a problem paying me. I like them they are
leather and comfortable. I flip on the TV and start watching a show.
About 10 minutes later I hear him.

"Deke?"
I walk in and see him smiling just his head above a mountain of bubbles.
I smile back.

"Yeah?"
"How do you do the jet thingies?"
"See that switch there?"
"Yeah."
"Just flip it on."
He does and they start and he giggles.

"Feel good?"
"Yes."He says still giggling.

"I'm glad you like it." I really was too.

I head back out and retake my chair and watch the show until I hear the
washer stop. I walk in and see Will leaning back against the back of the
tub his eyes closed and a smile on his face. I smile because I know he is
truly enjoying it. Fucking kid deserves some happiness in his life. Even
if its just a nice bath. I open the washer and start tossing his clothes
in the dryer. One Im done I ask him.

"Is the water still hot enough?"

"Its good. Deke will you wash my hair for me. I always get soap in my
eyes and it hurts."

I don't answer just smile and walk over and sit next to the tub. He
scoots over and dunks his head under the water to get it wet. I get the
shampoo and put a big dollop in my hand and start to rub it in. I rub his
scalp a good two minutes. I get the wash cloth he has set next to the tub
and have him cover his eyes with it and I rinse his hair with a cup I
have just for that purpose. I do that again and then rub in conditioner
after and then we rinse that out as well. When I get done he smiles at
me.

"You want more hot water?"
"No I think I'm pretty clean now. I better get out."
"You don't have to. For all I care if you want you can stay in it all day
and night."

"No I'm good."
I reach forward and flip the release switch for the water and he turns
off the jets as I do this. I grab the towel I had gotten for him and he
stands up and I wrap it around him and lift him out. He doesn't weigh
hardly anything. He is so thin I can see his heart beat. But his tummy is
poking out a bit from the pizza. I carry him over to the counter top and
sit him on it. I grab my comb and comb his hair. It looks pretty nice.
Pretty long but nice. I don't know why but I kissed the top of his head.
I pick him up and carry him into my room.

"I didn't really think about what you could wear seeing as how your
clothes are still drying. But I figure one of my t-shirts will do just
fine for now."
He nods and smiles.

I walk to my closet and walk in and grab one that's on top of the pile. I
stand him in front of me and unwrap him and dry him off really well
making sure to get the crevice in his back that seems to never get dry. I
slip the t-shirt over his head and it looks like a night gown. Its goes
almost to his ankles. It looks adorable honestly. He lets out a yawn.

"Will I didn't even think about it you must be wiped out. Being up all
night."
"I'm sleepy now. But I went to bed early last night cuz I was hungry."
"Yeah I've done that. Also filled up on water so my stomach would have
something in it so I could get to sleep without it hurting."

He gives me a look that I know he has done the same many times.

I pick him up and start to walk to one of the other bedrooms.

"I figure you can sleep in here."
"Please no. I will get scared. I hate being alone. Please Deke don't make
me be alone. Pleeeease." He is saying nearly in tears.

How can I say no to him.

"OK Will. But I am going to watch TV another hour or so."
"Can I watch with you?"
I just smile and turn back around and sit in my chair him on my lap. He
leans against me and I start watching the new show on. I hear five
minutes later him lightly snoring. I decided right then and there that I
am keeping him. I have no idea how but I am not letting him go.

I watch a couple programs and I decide I'm tired. I stand up carefully
holding Will to me. I carefully walk over to the bed and I pull back the
covers and slide him in. I pull the down comforter over him. I walk to my
side and strip to my undies. I usually sleep nude. But, I don't want to
startle him, or make him think I want something like that from him. I
climb in my side and pull the covers up to my chin. I am nearing sleep
when I feel him scoot across half the bed and snuggle up to me. If this
is what heaven feels like I'm ready to die right now. I fall asleep
rather quickly because its been a very long day for me. I never sleep
well. I never have and I usually sleep about four hours in the night. It
has been that way as long as I can remember. I wake up feeling better
than I have in ages. I look down and Will is looking up at me. When he
sees me see him he smiles.

"Good morning Will. You should have woke me up."
"I just woke up too. You snore a little."
"No I don't."
"Yuh huh. I heard you."
"Will I know for a fact I don't snore. I stayed up all night once to see
and I didn't snore once."
He giggles.

"You're silly."

"Oh I'm silly am I? I will show you silly mister man." I grab him and
start tickling his ribs. He immediately starts laughing. Peels of
laughter erupting from his little body as I tickle his ribs. He is
flailing about and kicking his feet. He kicks off the covers and I just
keep tickling away. He shoves at my hands and I let him and my hand
slides down and I feel his morning wood. My eyes get big as saucers and I
pull both hands away from him.

"I'm sorry Will. I'm sorry I didn't mean to touch you there. I'm so
sorry. Oh Will I didn't mean it. I'm sorry. I didn't mean it I swear. I
wouldn't do that to you I'm so sorry."
He looks at me with his serious look.

"Its OK. You didn't mean to."
"I really didn't I'm sorry. In this house it is your body and you have
the right to say no to anything. I will never take advantage of you like
that. I know what its like to have no say over your own body. I'm so
sorry."
He puts his hands on my cheeks.

"Deke really its OK. I know you didn't mean to we were playing. It was an
accident."
"It really was. I swear."
He then does something that really surprises me. He kisses me on the
lips. It wasn't a long kiss just a quick peck which sends electricity
through my body. Making my morning wood bounce in desire. Now I admit I
am attracted to boys and could have had them a lot. Junkie moms offered
them all the time. I always told them no because I remember what that was
like. It was awful usually. Every now and then though I would have a man
that was really nice about it and make me feel good too. But usually it
wasn't any fun at all. It was Hell and I don't want to be that guy. Sure
I could have been the one that made it nice. But even though they made it
nice I still didn't want to do it. I gaze into his eyes and my desire
just gets stronger. I kiss him back just as fast. I just had to feel his
lips pressed against mine once again. I don't know if the chance for it
will ever happen again. So I must do it now before the chance passes
forever.

"Come on lets go get us some breakfast."
To that I get a grin and a hug around my neck. I can feel his morning
wood pressing against my naked flesh and his soft flesh against mine. I
almost came. I hug him back and climb out of bed holding the hugging boy
against me. I walk to the restroom and we both point our morning wood at
the porcelain. It takes me a bit longer to piss through my wood then him.
But I do manage. I did look at his though. It didn't seem to grow much
from his flaccid state. But it is a glorious looking 3 and a half inches
of circumcised boy cock. It is about as thick as one of my fingers. When
he is done he drops the shirt covering himself again much to my
disappointment. But I knew it would happen.

"Lets go get some breakfast little man."
He grins up at me. I pick him up and walk downstairs to the kitchen. I
put him back on his bar stool and look to see what I have for breakfast.
I got eggs and I got bread and I got cheese.

"How about an egg and cheese omelet and some toast?"
"Sounds yummy."
"I think so too. I pull out some Orange juice and pour him a nice sized
glass. There isn't a lot left so I make some coffee for me. I start the
toast and pull out the butter and get the eggs going. I make him a three
egg omelet and myself the same. I make us both 2 pieces of toast and
slather the butter on thick. Because that's what makes toast good. I pull
Wills omelet from the pan and put it on his plate and add the toast. I
give him a fork and napkin then put mine on a plate as well. I sit down
with some coffee and we start to eat.

"Thank you Deke this is really good."
"I don't know if its really good or not. But it will fill your belly."
"No its really good." Will says putting another fork full into his mouth.

"I'm glad you like it." I say and ruffle his hair. "We need to go to the
store later so we can get more groceries. You up to that?"
"Yeah I will help push the cart for you."
"Because your a good boy is why."
Will smiles at the praise he gets.

"I'm thinking we should get you some clothes that fit too. I saw yours
are a little tight."
"You don't have to do that. My mom already owes you a ton of money."
I look at him and he is looking at his plate. I pull his face to me by
his chin softly.

"Will what your mom owes me is a lot. But that is her debt not yours. You
owe me nothing and never will. I am doing it because I want to. OK?"

He gives that little smile where he turns up the corners of his lips. Its
so cute.

"OK but not a lot."
"I will just get what you need."
A big smile.

"OK."
We finish eating and I rinse off the plates and pour the little splash of
juice in his glass and he downs it. He helps me load the dishwasher and
we head upstairs to get dressed. I decide to hop in the shower and am
thinking I will have a little me time with my guy to get rid of some
sexual desires. I turn on the shower and step in. Much to my surprise he
gets in with me. Well so much for that idea. I think I will just wash him
real quickly and send him packing to the bedroom to get dressed. Once I
finish washing him down and washing his hair again. He does seem to like
that. He just stands in front of me and watches as I wash. My cock is
half hard and is wanting some attention. How it doesn't go full strength
I don't know. When I finish we step out and I wrap a towel around him
then dry myself first. He waits for me to dry him. I guess he likes that
too. Probably because he never got that kind of attention before. I don't
mind at all. I like giving him attention. I also don't mind remotely
seeing his nakedness in front of me. I pull his clothes from the dryer
and he slips them on and I go to my closet and grab a pair of jeans.
Levis of course. I always get what the other kids had when I was in
school that made fun of me. I know its stupid but it makes me feel good
knowing I can have them. I always kind of hope to see one of those
fucking jerk offs that made fun of me in my childhood. I am not sure what
I would do but an ass kicking might be in the making. Just because. When
we finish getting dressed we head down stairs and I see that Mickey is
pulling up the drive. I go and sit on the couch and Will sits next to me.
I like him being here. I like it a lot.

Mickey comes in looking tired.

"You got my fucking money?"
"Well, boss....."I hold up a finger to stop him. I lean down and whisper
in Wills ear.

"Anytime he calls me boss hes fucked up."

Will nods.

"So whats your lame ass excuse Mickey? Tell me why you don't have my
fucking money?"

"I'm working on it boss. I got some leads on her."
"Leads are what you use for a dog. Where's my fucking money?"
"I'm working on it boss."
"I ought to cut out your lying fucking tongue. You aren't working on
shit. Will should I cut out his lying tongue?"
Will looks at me eyes huge.

"No. Don't do that."
"Will its how we eat. What do you think we should do?"
Will thinks a minute. His sweet little face scrunched up thinking hard.

"You say its how we eat right?" He asks sweetly.

"Yes mister man its how we eat. You want to be hungry because this
fucking cunt cant do his job?"

"Why don't you make him go buy us food?"

"That's a good idea Will. But we need to give him a reminder not to
forget what his main goal is to get the fucking money. Punch my hand as
hard as you can." I say holding up my hand. He hits it and it stings my
hand.

"That's pretty good. You got a nice punch. Now what I want you to do is
go punch him right in the nuts."
He looks at me scared.

"Trust me he wont do anything or I will take his life."

He scoots off the couch and walks over to Mickey.

"Make sure you hit him as hard as you hit my hand. Wait a minute come
here a second." I bend over and whisper in his ear.

"Imagine he is one of those men."
I see an evil grin on his face. I tell you if he wasn't so little it
would have scared me.

He walks over and nails Mickey right in the nuts. Mickey grabs his nuts
and goes to his knees. I felt it he hit him so hard.

"And don't forget the fucking pop tarts! I want blueberry!" Will shouts
at him.

"That's right get the fucking blueberry ones!" I shout at him. "Now get
your sorry no good ass out of here and get to work. Get my fucking money.
We may be gone when you get back we got shit to do today. If we aren't
here put the fucking groceries up. And you better not forget the fucking
pop tarts!"
I get up and Will takes my hand and we walk out to my garage and get into
my 1971 Mercedes-Benz 280 SL Pagoda. I hit the remote and the garage door
opens and I start the car.

"This is a super cool car Deke."
"Thanks little man."
I got it because a judge was broke. Dealing drugs is very lucrative.

Shame he got clean, he had a Ferrari I wanted next. Such is life.

We take off with the top down its a nice warm day in late May and we head
to the mall. Not my usual place to go but, Will needs clothes and I'm not
getting him some bullshit Walmart clothes so kids can make fun of him.
Fuck that. He is getting nice shit with little guys on the breast like
the rich kids wear. We pull in and I park away from the very few other
cars there and go in. I don't want my car scratched. Its perfect in every
way. Not a scratch and not a ding. I plan on keeping it that way. We walk
in and he has my hand in his. Or is it his hand in mine. Doesn't matter
it makes me feel great either way. I walk into Macys' and we start
shopping. I grab a pair of Levis like I have on and we go into the
dressing room to make sure they fit. He slips them on and they look
really good on him. I mean really good. He is just so cute. He slips his
old pants back on and I grab six pairs and sit them on the counter and
look at the lady letting her know we aren't done yet. We find some super
cool t-shirts and I pick him out a half a dozen polos. Then I get him
socks like the cool kids wear with the swoosh on them. I find some undies
that are bikini briefs. Its what he said he wanted and I'm sure not going
to argue. I want to see then on him. We find out his shoe size and I pick
out three pairs of tennis shoes. He starts to try to balk at all I'm
getting and I look at him.

"I want to do this for you."
He shrugs and says. "OK."
We go up to pay and the lady is really nice to us. Smiling and chatting
away saying how cute Will is. He really is very cute. When shes done she
says $1237.14. I pull out a thick wad of hundreds and peel off 13 of
them. She starts to hand me back the change.

"Give it to Will he hasn't got any pocket money right now. That will give
him a few dollars for something he may want."

So she hands him the cash and the little bit of coins and he shoves it in
his pocket smiling at me while he does. Good he is learning to accept
what I give him. He sure isn't dumb that's for sure. I gather up the bags
and he grabs a couple. We got a lot. As we are walking out I see a
pretzel stand.

"You want to get one of those big pretzels?"
"I don't know I never had one before. Do you like them?"
"Yeah I do they are great."

"Then I want to try one. I know I will like it because you do."
"AH just because I like something doesn't mean you have to."
"OK." Is his response. I like this boy.

We walk over and I tell the guy.

"We want two pretzels."
He puts them in the paper bag thing they use and we walk out to the car
and load Wills things in the trunk filling it up. It not a big trunk but
its not small either. Again we got him a lot of new stuff. We climb in
and he takes a bite of the pretzel. He smiles.

"I like this. And not cuz you do." He tells me.

"Good I like that you like them. Why don't we go to Wendys and get us
some lunch."
"But Mickey is getting us food."
"It will be alright I like Wendys its my favorite. I guess its because
when I was your age this guy used to come around to fuck my mom. He
always brought me Wendys. He would get me a cheese burger fries, a chili.
a big Coke and a frosty. He was always really nice and never tried
nothing with me. He was just a nice guy. I guess he knew my mom was a
junkie. It was his way of helping me I suppose. I always liked him. I
hope one day I run into him again. Hell sometimes he would come by and
just drop off some Wendys for me."

"He sounds like he was nice. You know like you."

"Will I'm not nice. I'm a dope dealer. I make my money from other peoples
weakness."
"Well, you are nice to me."
"I think someone needs to be nice to you for a change."

He just smiles and finishes off his pretzel. He wads up the wrapper and
puts it in his pocket. Good kid I think as he does it. Doesn't want to
litter or mess up my car. I take his example and do the same.

We pull into Wendys and walk inside. Will taking my hand. Every time he
does it sends a jolt through my entire being. We get to the counter and I
order and Will is looking.

"Get whatever you want."
"Can I get chicken nuggets?"
"You can get anything you want. Literally anything. If you tell her you
want one of everything I will gladly pay for it."
He giggles.

"I don't want all that. Um I want a kids meal with chicken nuggets ma'am
and fries and a coke please."
"Add a frosty to it too. Make it a medium."
"Yes sir." She tells me how much and I peel off a hundred and hand it to
her.

She take the hundred and scans it to make sure its real. Then she gets
the change. She starts to hand it to me.
"Give it to Will."
"But you already gave me some money."
"Will one thing I've learned is you can never have too much money."

"He ain't lying sweetie." the lady says and hands him the change. He
shrugs and smiles and puts it in his pocket. We wait a moment and the
food is up pretty fast. I grab the tray and we go and sit down. I can
tell he is happy. He is humming and kind of dancing in his seat as he
eats. He skips the dipping sauce and just eats the nuggets. He did get
ketchup for his fries though. When he gets done he looks at me.

"Deke I need to pee."
I'm still eating.

"Go ahead." I tell him
He half walks and half skips to the restroom. I notice a guy get up and
follow. OK that sets off my spidey senses real fucking fast. I wait a
half a minute and follow. I listen outside the bathroom door a second. I
don't want him to think I'm checking on him.
"Look kid you did it before. I know that man gave you money I watched it.
Now come on and suck it."

"NO!!" I hear then the man let out a gasp and I'm through the door in a
second. I see the guy holding his dick in his hand on his knees. I
instantly blast him in the side of his head knocking him to the ground. I
proceed to stomp him a few good times. I look over at Will and he is
scared. I get on my knees in front of him and hug him tight

"You OK buddy?"
"Yeah I was scared though. But I punched him right in the nuts like you
taught me." He says grinning at that part.

"Good job. Was this one of the guys from before?"
"Yeah and he was a mean one."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. He is like that one guy you told me about. He likes to hear me
scream." The smile quickly vanishing from his face.

I feel the anger rising up in me. No not anger fury. The guy is starting
to get his senses about him and is starting to try to get to his feet. I
grab him by the hair, and lift him to his knees.

"So you like to hear little boys scream in pain when you fuck them huh?"

He doesn't say a word.

"I asked you a question." I say through my teeth. "I think you owe him an
apology. Or how you feel now is going to be a picnic."

"I'm sorry."He says pathetically.

"I don't fucking believe you." I hiss. I blast him hard in the mouth. So
hard I see a couple teeth fly out onto the floor.

"Now sound like you mean it. Fucking beg him for his forgiveness."
The man knows he is fucked and better do it and make it good. He puts his
hands together like he is praying on his knees.

"Please forgive me I'm so sorry."
"I still don't believe you. I think if you could right now you would rape
him again. Wouldn't you? You sorry piece of shit."
He starts shaking his head back and forth.

"No I swear I wouldn't. I swear please forgive me."
Will stares at him with that look from earlier. You know the really scary
one.

"Fuck you." He spits at him and then kicks him in the nuts hard.

It hurts him so bad it takes his breath away. I reach into his back
pocket and pull out his wallet. I grab the cash out of it. Its about $400
and hand it to Will who promptly shoves it in his pocket. I feel his
front pockets and feel a money clip and hand it to Will. Who again
pockets the cash. I look in the mans wallet and see a badge.

"Your a fucking cop. You are even a bigger piece of shit than I first
thought. I take out his license and look at it. Making sure he sees me.

"I know who you are." he says to me.
"You may think you know who I am. But I know who you are." Then pocket
the license. I take his keys from his pocket and flush them in the
toilet.

"Here's whats going to happen you scum bag mother fucker. In the next two
weeks I better see an announcement that says you resigned from the police
department. Or else I am going to come visit your house. I am going to
meet up with your pretty little wife here first. I say pointing to the
picture. I flip it and see his two daughters who are about 9 and 10. Then
I'm going to pay some special attention to your daughters and see if they
scream like a little boy does when I shove my cock in their little
pussies and asses. Or we can just call right now and report you tried to
rape this boy right here. Your fucking choice pal."
"They would never believe you." He spits out.

"No they wouldn't believe me your right. I just happened to be here and
heard a little boy scream out. I did what anyone would do to help a
child. I never met Will before just now have I Will?"
"No I just met him when you were trying to rape me and he saved me. Hes a
hero." Will says with earnest.

"Two fucking weeks." I give him another shot to the side of the head
knocking him back to the floor.

"Come on Will lets get out of here."
"I never peed yet."
"Well lets take care of that."I say and pull out my own cock and start to
piss on the guy. Will smiles and does the same.

We finish and put away our junk and walk out of the bathroom. I grab our
tray and put it in the contents into the trash. Will gets his toy and
puts it in his pocket. Which makes me think. We walk out to the car and
Will gets in as do I. He looks at me and smiles.

"You really meant it when you said no one would hurt me again if you can
help it didn't you?"

"I sure did. You did a good job though before I got in there." I say and
rub the top of his head. He grins.

"I was scared though."
"I bet you were and that's normal. Now I got an idea lets get going."
I drive a few miles and pull into Target.

"What are we doing here?"
"You will see."
We go in and as becoming the norm he sends jolts through my body by
taking my hand. I grab a cart and he takes it from me and starts pushing.
I start laughing.

"What?"
"I was thinking about you telling Mickey don't forget the fucking pop
tarts." I start laughing harder now and he starts laughing.

"I like pop tarts." He says giggling.

"You are a great kid Will." I say rubbing the top of his head.
We walk to the back of the store and I see two really cool remote control
cars and put them in the cart. I grab a shit ton of batteries because
what fun are they if you can't play with them because you don't have any
juice? I start putting cool shit in the cart. I get a race track and
start putting other assorted toys in the cart.

"What are you doing?"
"I'm getting us some cool ass toys. We need something to fill our time.
Why not have some fun?"
He starts to grab a toy gun.

"No guns. I got enough real ones I don't want anyone thinking you got one
of those and get hurt."

He looks at me and thinks half a second and smiles and puts it back.

He isn't really grabbing too much but I'm really not giving him much of a
chance seeing as how I'm grabbing so much stuff. I grab a set of Matchbox
cars and a track for them as well. I used to have a ton of them when I
was his age. They were small and easy to steal. Hey I'm not proud of it.
I just wanted something to play with okay?

We head up front and we load the stuff at the checkout and pay. As we are
walking out he sees a thing for Shriner's hospital.

"Deke can I put the money from that guy in here? I don't really want it
because its bad money from a bad man and I figure maybe this way it might
do something good."
"Will its your money to do with what you want. If you want to do that I'm
totally OK with it."
He grins and starts shoving the money in the slot. Its actually close to
a grand I count. Either cops make better money than I thought or hes on
the take. I am betting the latter.

"Come on lets go home and play with all this cool shit."

He grins at me.

"Yeah lets go home." He emphasizes the home part which makes me smile.

We load the toys into the back seat because I know the trunk is full. Now
the back seat is as well. We pull up to my house and I pull into the
garage. We both grab an arm full of packages and carry them in and he
follows me upstairs.

"Now I'm not saying you have to sleep here. That's your choice if you
want to though. Here you have choices. But you need a room to put your
things up.

"OK." He answers with a grin. It takes us both three trips to get
everything upstairs. When we are done we head to the kitchen and see on
the counter three boxes of a dozen pop tarts each all blueberry sitting
on the counter and both start laughing.