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Subject: Devyn's Struggle V2-01 (Revised) This is a fictional story involving sexual acts between two or more men. If this offends you, why are you here? If you are under the legal age to read sexually explicit material then do not read any further. This story in no way represents any person living or dead. Any resemblance to any real person is purely coincidental. This story is the property of the author and no copying or posting to any other website is permitted without the author's written consent. Please help keep Nifty going by making a donation to the awesome fty/donate.html Devyn's Struggle V2 Chapter 1 Devyn's stride was more confident than he felt as he was passing thru the lobby of the Westgate Hotel. He stopped at the elevators and caught his reflection in the mirror like surface. His white dress shirt was tight across his chest. It was tailored to emphasize his narrow waist as were the dress slacks, he was wearing. He carried the briefcase as though he was a businessman. His Chocolate brown hair was cut and styled to accentuate his youthful appearance. He might be fifteen but his face made him look younger. The elevator opened and he stepped inside. He said hi to the middle-aged lady with her daughter and rode up to the fifteenth floor. "Have a good day," he said as he exited the elevator. Devyn was sure he could feel the mother and maybe the daughter looking at his ass as he left the elevator. The snug dress slacks hugged every firm curve of his round butt. Devyn glanced at the doors looking for the room number. He was more nervous about this transaction than he had been about the others. He had gotten use to the other services he provided but the contents of the briefcase made him more nervous. He stopped at the door. Room 1525 was the number Tom had given him. He took and deep breath before knocking on the door. A man a few inches taller than Devyn opened the door. Devyn was surprised the guy was more fit than he had anticipated. That would at least make the second part of the transaction more fun. "Can I help you?" he asked. "I have the documents for your review?" Devyn said. It had been the phrase Tom had told him to say. The man stepped back allowing Devyn to enter the suite. He moved to the side table and sat down the case. The man had already closed the door and was moving to stand next to Devyn. "I am surprised," the man said. "you are younger than I thought." The man thought the boy looked maybe 14 but thought he might be even younger. "I think you will be pleased with me Sir," Devyn said. "I'm eager to make this a very pleasant transaction for you. Um, if you, um, have the cash?" Moving the man picked up a similar briefcase and passed it to Devyn. Taking it Devyn placed it atop his own and opened it. There were stacks of hundred-dollar bills. Tom had told him not to count it. He needed to just verify that it looked at least close to the correct amount. Tom had shown Devyn how much room the money should take up and approximately how many stacks there should be. "It is going to be a big payday for us," Tom had said. "This looks in order," Devyn said trying to be professional and cool. "I think you will find what I have more than adequate." "I'm sure I will," the man said touching Devyn's back and slowly moving his hand lower. Devyn moved aside the briefcase with the money and opened the case he had brought. "I hope this will meet with your approval," Devyn said. "I hope I also meet with your approval." The man was studying the pharmaceutical grade drugs inside the case. He felt excited at how well the whole transaction was going. "Is it what you were expecting?" Devyn asked. "Yes, most definitely," he said. "Then we can seal the deal," Devyn said and reaching over he begins caressing the man's basket. His fingers finding and lightly massaging the man's equipment thru the navy slacks. "I think you need some help with this." Devyn had liked this guy from the moment he had entered the room. The guy was fit and his eyes were clear and somehow reassuring. Devyn looked up into them now and saw anger and something else. Was it a spark of disgust? Before Devyn knew what was happening. He was pushed face down into the floor. His arms were pulled painfully back behind him. "What the hell," Devyn said his words muffled by the carpet in his face. Devyn was pulled roughly to his feet. He was spun around to look into the man's grey eyes. "I, I didn't know you liked to play rough. We can..." Devyn started but his words were cut off as the man grabbed a handful of his brown hair. "You are screwed kid," he said. "You are so fucking screwed. Your ass is going to jail. You will find out just what happens to kids like you in there." "Knock it off," a female voice said from behind Devyn. "You have already scared him enough for him to piss himself." Devyn had not seen anyone else in the hotel suite. She must have been waiting in the bedroom part of the suite. "The little fag felt me up," he said. "You should think of yourself as lucky," she said. "It's the most action you have seen in months." Devyn could not stop bursa escort (http://harborc.com/) the chuckle and received a scowl from the man and was roughly pushed against the wall and the guy started patting him down. "You are in deep shit," she said. She proceeded to read him his rights while her partner patted Devyn down. Devyn decided he needed to just keep quiet. He would not say anything until he could talk to Tom. He knew Tom would fix this. After all Tom had set this up and Tom had been taking care of everything for Devyn. Devyn kept his eyes down as he was led thru the hotel lobby in handcuffs. He hoped no one would see him but the lobby was busy. "Look Mommy," Devyn heard someone saying. He avoided making any eye contact with anyone. He could feel everyone's eyes watching him as he was pushed into the back of the police cruiser. He was led into a small room and the guy began asking him question after question. Devyn refused to answer any of them. "How about my phone call," Devyn asked. He knew he had to reach Tom. Devyn was sure that Tom would be able to get all of this straightened out. "I don't think you understand how messed up you are going to be," the cop said. "Whatever you think is going to happen to you, however bad you think it is going to be, well it will be worse." Devyn looked down at the table. He could not look at those gray eyes. He wanted out of here. He wanted out of this place. He wanted to turn back time. "Give it up," another cop said. "The fairy isn't going to tell you shit." "Out of here," the cop said. "I came to tell you your CI is on the phone," he said. "I'll finish up with this piece of shit." The cop looked from the kid to the other officer. He hesitated. He knew the kid was scared. He knew that and he knew that leaving the kid with Rick was only going to scare the kid more. "Go on," Rick said. "Before the CI changes her mind." "Don't be too rough on him," the cop said. "Sure," Rick said and sneered at Devyn as the other man left the room. "Dean thinks I'm going to be rough on you," Rick said. "What do you think?" Devyn did not answer. Leaning down so he was only inches from Devyn's face, he said, "He's right," he said. "I know just how you fucking fags like it rough." Before Devyn knew it, he was roughly pulled to his feet and dragged down the hall. He was fingerprinted and had his mug shot taken. He was then led into another small room. "Now strip!" the cop ordered. "I thought you weren't into that stuff," Devyn said. He knew it was the wrong thing to say. He was slammed back against the wall. The air rushed from his lungs and his head slapped against the bricks of the wall. "You little queer. You just start doing as you are told or else." "Oh, you like to play rough?" Devyn said sneering at the cop. "Fuck you faggot," he said and Devyn's head rang with the open-handed cuff across his face. "Um, yes, sorry," Devyn managed to say trying not to throw-up on the cop. "Now strip so you can be searched," the cop said. Devyn slowly removed his clothes. He stripped down to his tight-fitting bikini underwear. "Nice panties," the cop said sneering at the string bikini underwear. "I bet those old pervs love you in those. Now take them off." Pulling his briefs down, Devyn hung his head and stepped out of them. His soft dick was hanging above his smooth balls. His pubes had just been shaved to make him look younger than he was. "Shit kid," the man gasped seeing Devyn's naked body. He was beginning to wonder if this kid was as old as he was led to believe. Your legs apart," he ordered Devyn. "Turn around place your palms flat on the wall and keep those feet wide apart." Devyn did as he was ordered. There was nothing to do now but cooperate. He was so screwed. He hoped that Tom would be able to get him out of this mess. Devyn heard a snap behind him. He did not turn around. He kept his eyes on the ugly green of the wall. He felt a hand clad in a surgical glove touch his left ass cheek. He felt his cheeks being parted and then a finger being pushed roughly into his hole. The finger had truly little in the way of lubricant on it, so it was uncomfortable as he was cavity searched. Devyn tried to think of anything but what was taking place. He focused on a dream he had a few nights ago. He was running through a field toward a pond. He had a dog running beside him. The sky had been perfectly clear blue. The breeze had felt good on his face as he ran to someone standing beside the pond with a fishing pole. He did not see the person's face. All he had been able to tell was that the person was a man. "Turn around," the officer ordered. Devyn did as he had been ordered. "Open your mouth," he commanded Devyn. Devyn did as ordered and then the man proceeded to search Devyn's oral cavity with the same gloved hand that had previously been probing Devyn's ass. "Hope you like the taste." The man's smile was cruel and Devyn fought down the urge to bite the man's finger. "What the hell," the cop named Dean said coming back into the room. "Just checking all of his hiding spots," Rick said. "Get bursa escort bayan (http://harborc.com/) out," Dean ordered the other officer. "Fine you treat the little perp like your best girl," Rick said leaving the room. "You told my partner that you are fifteen?" Dean said not sure the kid had been telling the truth. The boy looked more like fourteen maybe even thirteen. Dean did not see a hair on the boy's body. His cock was lip and the balls were perfectly smooth. "I'm fifteen," Devyn said. "Put this on," he said passing Devyn a one-piece orange jump suit. He started stuffing Devyn's clothes into a bag as the teenager was pulling on the rough garment. "Thanks," Devyn said. He felt totally exposed standing there naked with the cop. He had never considered being in this situation. Oh, he had known what he and Tom were doing was not exactly legal but he never thought that he would end up here. Devyn zipped up the front of the orange garment. The fabric was rough and made his smooth balls itch as it rubbed against them. "Now how about a phone call," Devyn said. "In time," the officer said. Devyn was led to a holding cell and pushed inside. There were others already inside. He took a seat on the floor in a corner as far away from everyone as he could get. It was not far enough. He just hoped that Tom would fix this. Time passed slowly. Devyn waited and finally the officer that had arrested him came to take him from the cell "You are going to enjoy prison kid. Those big guys are going to make that queer ass of yours very happy. All the dick you can handle and even some you can't." Devyn said nothing. He knew the guy was just trying to make him react and Devyn was not going to fall for that. He also figured that part of what the man was saying was true. He would probably end up being some guy's bitch in prison. He just hoped it would not come to that. "I'll take it from here," the female officer said. "He is..." "He is young and he is mine," she said her blue eyes blazing as she faced down the larger man. "We took him together and you have gotten nowhere with him. Now it is my turn." Devyn had chosen not to answer any of the man's questions when asked. He had told the man nothing. He had however answered the lady officer's questions about his name and age when she had asked earlier. "Fine, see what you can get out of the kid," he said and left Devyn standing next to the attractive woman. "Jack ass," she said. "He does seem to have an issue with me," Devyn said. "He's a good guy," she said. "He just wants to help people." "You could have fooled me," Devyn said. "Come on," she said and led Devyn to a chair next to what he guessed was her desk. "Now you want to make that phone call you have been asking for?" "Yes," Devyn said. "What is the number?" she asked picking up the phone. Devyn gave her Tom's number and he took the phone from her. His hands were still cuffed and he held the phone awkwardly. "Yeah," tom said. "Damn tom," Devyn said. "I am glad I got you. I, um, I, um..." "Where the fuck are you?" tom yelled into the phone. "I went back for your ass and it wasn't at the hotel. Where the hell are you?" "I, um, got arrested." Devyn was prepared for the outburst. Tom shouted more four-letter words into the phone than Devyn could count. He also proceeded to call Devyn names that were not in Devyn's vocabulary. "I am sorry Tom. The dude you set me up with was a cop. It was a set up. You need to come down and get me out of this." "Fuck that ass-hole. You got your dick in the ringer now you get it out." The line went dead. Devyn held the phone tightly. He was now more scared than he had ever been the whole day. He was sure Tom would help him out of this mess. Tom had caused it after all. Tom had set up the appointment. Tom cared for him...didn't he? "You okay kid?" she asked in a soft voice. She took the phone from him and placed it back in the cradle. "I, um, I thought he would..." "Was that your Dad? Boyfriend? Pimp?" Devyn looked shocked at the term Pimp. "No, Tom isn't like that. He doesn't..." "He sets you up with men, and has you deliver drugs for him. He's your pimp kid and nothing more." Devyn looked down at the floor. The orange suit was standing out against the dark grey of the floor. "I, I thought he cared. He..." "Kid, I don't think he does," she said and placed a hand on Devyn's arm. "I think he was just using you and now he is done." "I, I, I" Devyn took a deep breath before saying more. His voice was trembling. "I don't know what to do." "First kid let me tell you a couple things," she said. "We already have you for possession. You were going to make a sell to my partner and then there is the whole prostitution thing. You went for the man's crotch, didn't you?" Devyn remembered all too well grabbing the guy's basket. He had been interested in this man more than any of the men Tom had fixed him up with. The man had been younger and a great deal more physically attractive. "Yes," Devyn said. "Are you normally so bold when you are, um..." She asked not finishing the sentence. escort bursa (http://harborc.com/) Devyn knew exactly what she was asking. "No, normally I let the client make the first move. Most of them don't like a boy who knows what he is doing...they want me to be innocent and inexperienced." "I see," she said. She felt sick at the ideas Devyn's words put into her head. "So why were you so aggressive with my partner?" "Hell, lady, he is the youngest guy and the most attractive client I have had since I started doing this." "Are you gay?" she asked. "What do you think?" Devyn answered coldly. "Well, it is never easy to tell," she said. "Some heterosexual boys sell their bodies on the streets as well as the gay ones." "Does it matter?" Devyn's voice was flat and lacked any emotion. "Not really," she answered. "Would you like to make another phone call?" "I thought I only got one?" Devyn looked up into her blue eyes. His eyes were the saddest she had ever seen. "The first one doesn't count," she said. "How about we call your folks," she suggested. "My Dad hates me," Devyn said. "He threw me out." "Why? Drugs?" she asked. "No, I, um, wasn't doing them then," Devyn answered honestly. He took a deep breath before continuing. "He caught me and a friend fooling around." "A boy?" she asked already knowing the answer. "Yes," Devyn said his head hanging even lower. "You are going to need to talk to them," she said. They might have changed their attitudes by now." "No," Devyn said. "My Dad will never change his attitude about me. He hates me. He hates everything about me." "What about your Mom?" she asked. "She won't go against my Dad and she is sick at what I am," Devyn said. Devyn's eyes never looked up to meet the lady cops. He looked at the Gray tile floor. His shoulders hunched and his voice cracking as he thought about what he had lost. "I spoke to your Mom," she said. "She sounded very concerned about you." "You did?" Devyn asked his eyes looking at hers. She felt the hope reflected in those deep brown eyes. The golden flecks seemed to shine with some sort of desire to have hope again. "Yes, from the information you gave me earlier, I was able to find them," she said. "She does care about you," she stated tenderly. "She is going to be at your arraignment tomorrow." "I can't believe it," Devyn said. "She is going to be there with my Dad?" "Yes," she answered smiling. "I guess parents can surprise you sometimes. " "Sometimes I guess they do," Devyn said. He could not stop the hope from welling up. Maybe they were able to accept him. Maybe they did not hate him. "I think we can make a great deal here kid," she said. "We would much rather take down your, um, friend than you. I think I can get the DA to reduce the charges on you if you tell us everything about Tom." Devyn thought for a few minutes. Tom had helped him, but the help had come at a high price. Devyn had given tom everything and Tom had used him and abused him. He had sold Devyn to pleasure men and tom had taken the money. Plus, if Tom were free, he would screw up Todd. "Okay, but I need something else," Devyn said. "What?" she asked skeptically. "He has another boy," Devyn said. "He is, well mentally handicapped. He so far hasn't sold Todd to other guys. I agreed to do enough work for both of us...I didn't want him to use Todd like that." Her heart went out to the kid sitting next to her as he spoke. She could tell the kid still had a good heart. He had just gotten lost along the way. "I promise we will help this other kid." "You need to get Todd away from Tom fast," Devyn said. "He, well, Todd is special and he wouldn't understand doing, doing what I was doing." The cop knew exactly what the boy meant. If Todd were mentally challenged, the boy definitely would not be able to handle doing what Devyn had done. "Give me all the information and I'll dispatch officers over there right now," she said. "Thanks," Devyn said and gave her the address. She called over her partner and another cop and gave them the information. "Take it easy on Todd," Devyn told the officer. "Please." "He will if he knows what is good for him," the female cop said her eyes flashing at her partner. "I will," he agreed and smiled. When the man smiled his whole face changed. It was less stern and less forbidding. Devyn wondered if the two were more than just work partners. "Now you need to tell me everything," she said. Devyn spent the next hour telling her what Tom had him doing and where. He told everything he could think of including where they could find Tom's drug and cash stash. Devyn did skip over much of the details. He did not go into some of the sick perverted stuff that some of the men asked him to do. He found it hard to tell her about the sex but he gave her enough that she did not dig into it any deeper. After giving the lady cop as much information as he could, Devyn was returned to a holding cell to wait for his parents. He took a seat in the back of the cell on an extremely uncomfortable bench. He leaned his head back against the wall and tried to think of happier times. He tried to think about anything beside his current situation. Copyright 2020 by Keith yates att) all rights reserved. Character is much easier kept than recovered. Thomas Paine