Little Gym Bunny

Sitting in the changing cubicle, my head rolled back as I let out a deep, pleasured sigh as the young boy I’d only met ten minutes ago went down on my cock. His tongue circled the crown of my member before he pushed his head down, taking the length of my shaft into his warm, wet mouth. He wasn't bad, and I didn't hold back my moans. His soft blonde hair felt like strands of silk between my fingers as I pet him, and his delicate tongue felt amazing against the head of my cock. This was what I needed. I'd had some quickies in the past, but none of them came close to the thrill and passion of a quick one-off fuck like this. But how did I get in the privileged position? Sitting in a leisure centre changing cubicle with a ten year old stranger sucking me off? It’s a bit of a long story.
The day had started no different to any other. It was a weekend, and I decided I was going to use the gym for a few hours to keep in shape, and then I would move on to the swimming pool for a dip. The leisure centre was empty at this time on a Saturday, and the changing room was practically deserted. I put my things in the cubicle, and I was just about to strip when I heard the door slam shut behind me. There, locking the cubicle door, in a frenzied panic, was the ten year old boy who, very soon, would be sucking my dick with great gusto.
It all happened in a rush. His eyes went wide as he saw me, and before I could react, the boy had grabbed me, and pulled me in for a deep, passionate kiss.
“P-Please…” He whimpered, his face streaked with tear stains, and I could now see he had bruises on his chest under his Pokémon t-shirt. “Please don’t let him find me, I’ll do anything.”
My eyes went wide as I took in the sight of the young boy; he was crying and in a state of shock. I didn't know what was going on, but the boy obviously needed help. Suddenly, the doors to the changing cubicle area slammed open, and a male voice roared loudly into the void; “MOXIE!” The voice bellowed like a predator roaring in pursuit of prey. The boy flinched and buried his face into the crotch of my gym shorts. I was frozen in shock.
I gently guided Moxie further into the cubicle, and away from the door, as the man outside started stomping heavily round the cubicles, muttering incoherently under his breath. Moxie looked at me with frightened eyes, and I shushed him quietly.
Moxie was trembling in fear as he held onto me tightly, but I had to reassure him.
"It's okay.” I whispered as gently as possible. I could here Moxie’s pursuer slamming on cubicle doors, looking in each one for the boy he sought after. He must have been a member, I reasoned, since it sounded like he knew where to find Moxie, wherever he was hiding.
The man called again, "MOXIE!" I felt the boy’s fearful whimper on my crotch, his nose nuzzling a little more into my groin. The lumbering pursuer reached our cubicle, and the stale stench of alcohol came wafting under the door like skunk spray. The man banged his fist on our door and yelled angrily, "Moxie, I'm going to find you, you little shit. Come out, or you're dead meat. I've got your mother and your father under my thumb, you can't hide." It didn’t take a genius to know that this was not someone Moxie wanted to go with. I looked to my bag on the bench in the cubicle. I could grab my phone. Call the police. But then, I’d need to get closer to the door and risk getting Moxie close enough for this drunken oaf to grab him. I had to think quickly.
“Yes, hello,” I quickly started talking to the cubicle walls, pretending I was on the phone to the emergency service operator. “I need the police please, there’s someone trying to break into my changing cubicle.” The banging on the door stopped, and there was a moment of silence.
"Shit!” The voice hissed, obviously not expecting another man to be present. The figure quickly made his escape and the air was still once more, albeit still stale from the odour of alcohol, and tense from the encounter.
Moxie slowly tilted his head up to look at me, and I gave him my best reassuring smile, and stroked his soft blonde mane. "Hey, it's okay now. He's gone."
"No, he's going to kill me." The boy sniffled, as a tear ran down his cheek. I gently wiped away the salty drop with the pad of my thumb.
“He won’t. Because I won’t let him.” I reassured him. And that’s how we find ourselves in this current situation. Moxie made food on his promise. I didn’t turn him over to his pursuer, and now here he was, naked as a baby, on his knees, sucking my cock like hard candy. His lips stretched beautifully around my shaft, and the tip of his tongue felt like a soft brush against the tip of my cock. I pulled on the boy's hair, and he moaned in ecstasy. The boy had his eyes closed, focused solely on the job at hand. Or, rather, in mouth. As he went to work, Moxie slowly rubbed his own cock. His slender fingers caressed the length, and teased the head. I was mesmerised by his every move. His head bobbing up and down as his small, yet talented, mouth worked over my member. I gasped as I felt a slight tightness in my balls, a sign I was about to reward my young friend with a mouthful of baby batter. I patted his head softly to forewarn him of the impending load.
"M-Moxie, I'm g-gonna...C-Cum." I tried to warn him as the boy looked up at me, his blue eyes full of lust and passion. With a sharp intake of breath, and a curve in my spine, I threaded my fingers into the boy’s hair and unleashed a torrent of cock milk into his warm, reciprocating mouth. I shuddered and moaned, "Fuuuuck" as I unloaded into the ten year old's mouth. He swallowed, not missing a drop. I watched as he swallowed, licking his lips as he did.
“It doesn’t taste salty.” Moxie commented with a look of adorable inquisitiveness, as this was the first time he has experienced this; swallowing cum that wasn’t salty. I couldn't help but smile, the kid was sweet. I knew full well what I did wasn’t legal, but it didn't matter. The deed was done, and it was over. I stroked Moxie's soft hair as I came down from my orgasm, and he nestled his chin atop my left thigh, leaning into my touch. The boy looked up at me and smiled, his soft blue eyes like a puppy dog looking up at his master for affection.
"Thanks." I muttered softly, "That was great."
The boy's eyes lit up, and I couldn't help but smile, I stroked his head and pondered upon my next move. Who was the boy hiding from? What might have happened had I not been here? What did the pursuer mean by having Moxie’s parents “under his thumb”? Whatever it was, I couldn’t let the boy go, with the risk of being captured by this, clearly dangerous, man.
"So...Moxie." I began, trying to get the boy to talk about himself.
"Mm-hmm?" He replied, still basking in the afterglow of a well-deserved blowjob.
“If you don’t mind my asking… what was all that about?” I asked, gesturing to the cubicle door in reference to the creep.
"Oh, that," he sighed as his smile faded a little, his mood visibly soured a little by the memory of his pursuer. "My dad. He's always been like that, but now he's taking it to a whole new level."
I quirked a brow at this. “But he said he had your mother and father under his thumb.” I recalled. The boy was clearly covering for something. That, clearly, wasn’t his father. “Who is he, really?” I asked, leaning a little closer to the boy.
"Well," Moxie paused as he took a breath. I noticed that the bruises on the boy's chest had faded a little, suggesting that the man chasing him may have been beating him up just before. The boy fidgeted and I could see he was uncomfortable. “My mum and dad owe him money,” he confessed, “a lot of money actually. I don't know how much, but it's a lot. He's not my real dad. He's just some guy they met when they came here for a holiday. He makes me call him my dad when he takes me from home. I hate him, he's horrible."
"And what's he going to do if he finds you?" I asked, already fearing the answer.
The boy bit his lower lip nervously, looking down as he said, "He's going to take me home, and then…” The way his voice died a natural told me all I needed to know. My heart sank and I held back a gasp of horror.
"Moxie, did he-"
"I have to go." Moxie interrupted, his face turning serious. "I don't want him to hurt me."
I held him closer, gently pulling him into my lap, his hard boy cock pressing against my abs. The boy winced a little as I caught his bruises, to which I swiftly apologised.
"Don't worry." The boy sighed, "I've been through worse. He only gets mad at me if I don't do what he says. I'm not going with him, but I don't know what else to do."
“Well, I can’t just let you out of my sight.” I insisted. “If he’s still skulking about, who knows what he might do to you.”
The boy seemed to agree. His cheeks were rosy, his soft eyes watering, and I could see he was at breaking point.
"Okay," I said softly, holding the boy closely, my arms wrapping around him. The boy presses his face into my chest and started silently sobbing into my workout shirt, his tears mixing with the sweat from my workout, though he didn’t seem to mind my clammy post-workout skin. I held him, and stroked his hair, gently whispering to him as the boy continued to cry into my chest, clinging onto me as if he were a newborn kitten in its mother's embrace. “Tell you what,” I piped up, after several minutes of holding each other while the boy wept, “how about you stay with me for a bit? I’ll take you up to the gym to meet some friends of mine, and we’ll work out what we can for you. Yeah?”
Moxie looked up at me, and nodded his head. He seemed to be so much brighter after some time to reflect, but I knew he was still terrified.
I reached for his clothes. "We can't have you walking about like that." I chuckled.
"N-No, don't make me put them back on, please," the boy whimpered.
I frowned in confusion. “Why not?”
The boy hesitated, and then answered me.
"If he sees my clothes, he'll know it’s me immediately.”
I nodded. “Makes sense.” I pondered gif a moment. “OK. You wait here, and I’ll see if the shop has some different clothes I can buy for you. Keep the cubicle locked, and don’t open it for anyone else until I get back. In fact, ask for a password so you know it’s me.”
Moxie nodded, and smiled weakly. He kissed my chest. "Thank you." he said, a warm smile on his lips, and tears in his eyes. I felt his warm tears hit my chest, and I held him close again. We set our password was “blowjob”, as a cheeky nod to the fun we’d just had, and I made my way to the leisure centre shop to look for a fresh change of clothes for Moxie, once I was dressed and presentable.
Looking in the shop, I found an impressive selection of swimwear and gym clothes for all ages. Passing by the swimwear, a pair of brightly coloured pink, glittery speedos caught my eye. I couldn’t help but picture Moxie’s cute little butt in a pair of those, so I grabbed one and made my way to the gym clothes.
A couple of minutes later, I was out of the shop and heading back to my cubicle. When I opened the door, Moxie looked up at me, his eyes wide with hope and wonder. He seemed quite excited about my purchases; a grey workout shirt with a pokéball design, a nice skintight pair of bicycle shorts, he even seemed happy with the speedo, quickly slipping it on and bending at the hips to present his little boyish bubble butt to me, which I couldn’t help but playfully smack.
I was happy with his choice of clothes and smiled warmly at him, "Looks like you've got everything you need now. How do you feel?"
The boy sighed, relieved at the thought of being fully covered. He slipped on his socks and the new trainers I bought him and I packed his old clothes into my workout bag, took him by the hand, and started leading him upstairs back to the gym.
We headed to the pool level, which was even emptier than the changing area. We found the gym I was training in, and I guided the boy inside.
"Alright, guys, we have a special guest with us today." The men using the gym all turned to see I had returned, after only just having done my daily routine, with a young boy at my side. They all smiled and greeted the boy warmly. Shyly, he hid behind my leg, earning himself some awws.
I introduced him as Moxie, and I explained what was going on. The guys were all sympathetic to his situation, but it was clear that most of them didn't understand what I was getting at, so I went a little further, "We are not letting him leave our sight, because he’s currently in a very dangerous situation.” I elaborated, kneeling down to whisper to Moxie. “Do you mind if I show them your bruises?” I asked gingerly.
Moxie shook his head, and I lifted up his shirt. I gestured to his bruises, and everyone in the gym all gasped, and a few even wept. Several of them offered their condolences.
“Who’s the fucker what did this?” One of the guys growled, cracking his knuckles with a fierce look of vengeance in his eyes.
"My dad." Moxie whimpered, hiding in my shoulder again.
"Not his actual dad.” I elaborated. “Some monster who’s manipulating his parents, and abusing him. The guys all growled angrily. They were all very protective of children, and felt a very deep sympathy for the poor boy.
"You're welcome to stay with us until we find somewhere safe for you to go." Mike, a friend of mine from college, said with a kindly smile. The next hour was spent with Moxie being taught how all the gym equipment worked, while everyone in the gym took turns spotting for him. Moxie was all smiles and laughs with the guys. It seemed like the best place for the boy to be right now.
I explained to everyone about his pursuer and how I felt they should be wary if they saw this man anywhere in the leisure centre. I got Moxie to describe the man, and it was every bit as horrifying as I imagined. He seemed like a perfectly normal guy to begin with, but as soon as the guy thought he was getting what he wanted, he completely changed. The whole time, I could see Moxie wincing whenever he talked about his pursuer.
The guys all did their best to make the boy feel welcomed in our gym bunny community, and it made me smile to see the rosy colour return to his cheeks as Moxie could once again afford himself time to be a kid. I couldn't help but feel responsible for Moxie. I was the one who let him into the changing room in the first place. I was the one who let him stay with me, and I felt an intense need to protect him. True, I may have gotten a little something-something out of him for having been in the right place at the right time, but he was sweet. He was just a kid. My own sexual preferences aside, I always reminded myself I’m a boy lover, not a boy luster.
"Guys," I turned to Moxie, "Why don't you have a swim?"
Moxie was about to protest, but the guys all reassured him that if he got caught in the water he would be harder to recognise, so Moxie agreed. We all made our way to the pool, and everyone stripped down to the swimming trunks, which they always wore under their gym shorts, at the poolside. Moxie, however, was hesitant, and it’s not hard to imagine why.
Moxie sighed softly, his cheeks blushing as he confessed to me that he had never swum before in his life. I held him close and whispered into his ear, "I'll be with you, I won't let anything happen." With Moxie’s permission, I helped him strip down to his new speedo, which earned him another wave of awws from the guys, making the boy blush and whimper as he buried his face in my chest.
I was in a trance. I hadn't been able to take my eyes off of Moxie the whole time he was with us, and I was starting to feel a little too close to the boy, so I excused myself to change into my own trunks, while Mike and the others made their way into the water.
As I was splashing my face with water, and trying to shake the unholy thoughts from my head, in the men’s toilet, I felt a familiar pair of small arms wrap around my waist from behind. I turned around to see Moxie looking up at me, his eyes wide and hopeful. I crouched down to hug him back.
"Thanks for taking care of me." Moxie whispered as he kissed my chest. "I've always wanted to learn to swim."
I tussled his hair and kisses him briefly on the lips. “I’ll keep you safe. OK? I’ve got you.” Moxie nodded and gave me another kiss on the chest, and made his way out to the pool. We spent most of the day together in the pool, where everyone else in the gym bunny community were showing the boy how to swim. Moxie seemed to be having the time of his life, giggling gleefully as the guys playfully threw him like a beach ball at each other, and helping him climb the large water features in the pool.
When the time came, I took Moxie back to the changing cubicle we met in, and I helped him dry off with my spare towel. I grabbed a fresh set of clothes for the boy to change into. It was late, and I didn't want him walking around the leisure centre half naked, but I also didn't want to send him home in a hurry.
“Hey Mox?” I looked at him with sincerity. “Would it be alright with you if I took you to my place? Just until we can get your whole… situation… under control?”
The boy smiled, and nodded. "I'd like that, yes. I want to keep you safe too."
I smiled at this, and I grabbed my bag from the cubicle. Moxie lifted both his arms and started clenching and flexing his finger in a “Gimme, gimme” fashion. I chuckled. I knew what he wanted. With my bag slung over one shoulder, I cupped my hands under the boy’s armpits and hoisted him up, making him giggle cutely, before sitting him on my hip. He nestled his head in the crook of my neck and I walked with him in my arms to my car.
My apartment is small, but it's homely enough, with a kitchen, living room, bedroom and bathroom. By the time we made it back to my place, Moxie was sound asleep. I carefully set him down on my bed and pulled a blanket over him, and then tucked myself into bed beside him. I held the boy close, and we both slept peacefully for the night.
In the morning, I awoke to see Moxie cuddled against me, his eyes closed, and his legs wrapped around my hips. He looked so peaceful, and so innocent. I leaned in and planted a soft kiss on his forehead.
"Morning, sleepyhead." I whispered gently, stroking the boy's soft blonde hair. The boy murmured sleepily and nestled against me further, his bubble butt wiggling against my morning wood. I let out a soft moan as Moxie rubbed against me. The boy smiled softly, and kissed me on the lips. I kissed him back, gently pinching his little nipples with my thumbs. The young boy gasped and mewled, kissing my neck and softly nibbling on my skin.
I rubbed my crotch against his, teasing him with the promise of more to come. Moxie moaned and writhed as he felt the bulge growing inside my boxers. His tongue licked my skin, and he whimpered softly as I continued rubbing against him, my length twitching, demanding freedom. I granted it that freedom and slipped my boxers down my legs, my cock popping free and tapping Moxie’s tummy with my tip.
"Fuck." Moxie muttered, his eyes glued to the sight of my morning wood. He had seen cocks before, but never one that was this big. The boy took a moment to look at my member, the shaft swollen and throbbing. In our haste and lust of yesterday, we’d never really taken the time to fully appreciated each other’s bodies in this way back at the leisure centre, so now that we had the chance, we made the most of it.
I gave my member a few quick strokes, rubbing the pre along the length, and then I grabbed Moxie by the waist and rolled him over onto his back. The boy’s chest heaved deeply with desire as he looked up at me with an inviting smile, his eyes a haze of want and desire. I kissed the boy and held him close, our bare skin pressing together. Moxie rolled his hips up, his cock grinding against mine, and I was putty in the boy's hands. Moving the material of his speedo aside, I reached into the bedside table drawer and grabbed my favourite tube of lubricant, squeezing some out onto my fingertips, and reaching down to tease the boy's ass. Moxie sighed pleasurably as he felt my lubed up fingers press against his sphincter. Gently, I eased the tip of my middle finger inside of him, watching his face carefully to gauge his reaction.
Moxie's eyes rolled back into his head, and a shuddering moan escaped his lips as my finger pressed against his tight little hole.
"Fuck," he whimpered. "It feels good." Taking this as encouragement, I slowly moved my digit in and out of his ten year old ass, sucking his nipples each in turn as I went slowly deeper inside him. Moxie's face was a mask of pure bliss, and I could feel his hard cock throbbing against mine, his youthful erection rubbing against my abdomen.
I added a second finger, slowly stretching Moxie's insides. A pair of small hands gripped the hair on the back of my head, pulling me into a passionate kiss. The boy kissed me with the same passion he used to suck my dick off in the leisure centre.
"Mmm," I moaned as Moxie continued to kiss me. With two fingers now rubbing his insides, I started splaying the two fingers in him to stretch his inner walls, preparing him for what was yet to come. The boy gasped as I fingered him. I pushed a third finger inside of him, making Moxie moan with need. His cock pulsed, and precum beaded from the tip as I started thrusting my three fingers in and out of his little hole.
“P-Please..” He whimpered as he broke the kiss, swear beading on his forehead as he looked at me with a desperate need in his eyes. I chuckled and smirked with a playful evilness.
“Please? Please what, Moxie?” I teased softly.
The boy growled lustfully as he said, "Put it in me. I want you to fuck me."
"Of course, sweetheart." I leaned back and took in the sight of the boy. It was quite the sight to see. Pale white skin, only slightly marred by bruises that were healing well enough, a mop of beautiful blonde hair that framed a cute boyish face, with soft pink lips that felt amazing when wrapped around dick.
"Just remember, Moxie, I'll do anything for you, so long as you promise not to do anything without asking first. Okay?" I asked sweetly.
The boy nodded, and I gave him another kiss before moving down to the end of the bed, my cock pressing lightly against his opening. The boy spread his legs responsively. "Ready?" I asked.
Moxie smiled, and replied, "Always."
I took the lube in hand, coating my cock with the slick substance, and rubbing it into my shaft. Once I was happy I was lube enough, I plunged forward. I pushed my hips forward, and my cock slid into the tight, velvety channel of Moxie's ass, feeling him stretch and stretch as I pressed forward, until my hips were pressed against the boy's backside. Moxie’s eyes were rolled back as he let out a long, drawn out moan of want. I grabbed the boy by the hips and started thrusting, fucking him into my bed as he held on to me, his moans growing louder.
I started slow at first, giving the boy time to get used to my length and girth. The boy could barely form words as he gasped and moaned in blissful ecstasy. My pace slowly increased as I watched Moxie's reactions, making sure not to overstimulate him. The boy started meeting my thrusts, pushing back against me, the tip of my member striking the prostate each time, earning a scream from the boy's lips.
“Mmm, fuck, you’re so tight, Mox.” I groaned as I fucked the boy a little faster. The boy nodded and mewled as he gripped my bed sheets in his small fists. "So tight..." I gasped. "So fucking tight."
Moxie rolled his hips and moaned, and I felt his cock twitching against my abs. I didn’t know if he was able to actually shoot jizz yet, but I had a feeling I was about to find out. My balls tightened and my spine arched, and I felt myself reach my peak.
"Fuuuck, Moxie!" I growled. "I'm gonna cum!"
The boy moaned and clenched around my cock. With a deep moan, I unleashed my load inside him, the boy letting out a squeal of his own as his boyish member spat sticky globs of white onto my abs. The two of us rode our orgasms out together, riding our blissful highs together before finally coming down from our shared high. Moxie collapsed flat onto his back, resting his face in my chest as I leaned forward. I smiled and held him close, my cock still inside him as we basked in our shared after-sex glow.
"That was incredible." Moxie murmured into my chest, kissing me as he spoke. I laughed and kissed him back.
"It sure was." I agreed. "You're amazing."
Once our fun was over, we got ourselves dressed and fed, and I took some time to figure out a plan of attack on how I was going to handle Moxie’s home situation.
"I don't know how your dad is connected to all this," I explained, "But I can tell he's dangerous, and I'm going to find out what he is, and how I can keep him away from you.” As soon as I said this, Moxie’s face dropped. It made my heart sink.
"If you knew who he really is," he said, "He'd never let you find him. I don't want him to hurt you. He's a sick, twisted bastard who likes to play with kids, and he has everyone the kids care about under his thumb.”
I nodded my understanding. “I don’t suppose you ever got a name out of this fucker?” I asked, already suspecting the answer.
Moxie shook his head. I sighed. It was going to be harder than I thought. I wrapped my arms around the boy, holding him close and kissing his soft blonde hair, a loving gesture to try and calm his nerves. “Did he ever… bring you places? Like, to houses with other people?” I’d watched some documentaries on child trafficking rings, and some of the things they did just made my skin crawl. Arguably, I may not be much better, but even monsters have their limits. Moxie nodded and whimpered into my chest.
"I'm not going back," he sniffled, his voice weak. "I don't care if he hurts me. I'd rather he killed me than do anything like that ever again."
I stroked his hair and cradled him. “If we were to go for a drive around town… do you think you could point out any of the places he took you?” I asked, not wanting to push him, but also knowing I was running out of options.
Moxie pondered this for a moment, and nodded.
I smiled. "Good boy," I said softly as I patted the boy on the head. Perhaps we had a way of tracking this cunt down afterall.
I took Moxie out for a drive, and I was able to get some details from him, along with a few rough locations for where his abuser had taken him, but there wasn't much information. A rundown house here, a sleazy nightclub there, the locations were random and repeat venues were a rarity. I was able to put together a decent map, and I took it home to study later.
Moxie, however, was getting restless. I knew that if his father caught wind of him being out in public, he would start looking for him, so I figured it was best to keep him out of harms way at all cost. I asked him what he wanted to do.
"Can you take me back to the leisure centre?" He asked. "I want to go back to the pool."
I pondered this for a moment, and nodded. We made our way to the leisure centre and I went to the front counter to pay admission. I asked Moxie if he wanted to get changed, and he nodded eagerly. We went to the changing room and I asked him what swimsuit he wanted. He picked out his speedo. I chuckled as I stripped down to my own speedos and helped the boy into his, which I cheekily took as an opportunity to give the boy a blowjob of his own. The boy didn’t last too long, having been secretly anticipating it on the car ride to the centre, and he moaned and whimpered as he came, his eyes rolled back as I bobbed my head over his cock, sucking it clean. The boy looked down at me with a glazed expression, and I gave him a wink as I let his cock slip from between my lips with a loud pop.
Once his speedo was on, we made our way to the pool, which was considerably busier today. The water was clear, and there were several people playing on the various features in the pool. We went to one of the smaller ones with a shallow edge, and Moxie slowly stepped in, looking to me for reassurance. I took his hand and led him deeper into the water, helping him find his buoyancy, and carried on our swimming lessons we’d started the previous day.
For the next couple of hours, we swam together, the two of us making our way through the pool, Moxie even finding his confidence enough to take some proper strokes without assistance, and to play with other kids in the pool. Seeing him act like a proper kid made me smile from ear to ear, and to see him play with other kids gave me hope. This place, with these gym bunnies, seemed like a safe haven for the boy, and I was glad I took him here.
I could see he was having fun, and it warmed my heart to see it. As I watched him play, however, a moving figure beyond the glass window at the edge of the pool caught my attention. There, on the other side of the window, looking in on the pool, was a man wearing a grey hoodie, hood up, and grey jogging bottoms. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets and he was leering through the glass, staring at Moxie, who was still unaware of the man on the other side.
The man turned away from the window and started heading to the exit. Swearing under my breath, I made a mental note to ask the staff about a hoodie wearing man and ask to see their security footage later. As soon as Moxie was out of the water, we were going home, and we were not coming back. Not until this fucker was dealt with, at least.
As we walked out of the pool, and dried ourselves off with a couple of towels, I made a mental note to get the boy some new clothes, and then go ask about anyone suspicious at the receptionist desk. I bought Moxie a hoodie to cover his blonde hair, in case the grey man was still lurking about, and led the way to the front desk.
“Excuse me,” I leaned on the desk as I talked to the girl at the computer. “Did you see anyone acting suspicious, earlier? Likely wearing all grey?”
The girl looked at me like I was crazy. "No, sorry. I can ask around if you like."
I nodded, and thanked her.
"Who was that?" Moxie asked me as we left.
“Just making an enquiry, Mox, no need to worry.” I reassured him, and we made our way to my car. Moxie seemed quite happy with our day, and we made our way back to my apartment.
The drive home was uneventful, but as I parked my car and helped the boy into my apartment, my nerves were shot from constantly checking my mirrors in case we were being followed. I made us dinner and sat on the sofa, cuddling with Moxie as we watched anime together.
As the two of us sat together, cuddled up under a blanket, a familiar sensation started to rise in my groin. I tried to fight it, but I knew that, once again, my lust would get the better of me. And it seemed I wasn’t the only one, as I felt an equally familiar warm, soft touch of my young lover’s hand slowly snake across my lap. I moaned as he rubbed me through my pants, his slender fingers tracing along the outline of my swollen member as it throbbed against the fabric.
"Moxie..." I whispered softly, knowing it was best to let the boy take the lead. He pulled the waistband of my lounging pants down and started slowly stroking me with his well practiced rhythm. "You're so good at this, Moxie." I moaned softly, gently stroking the boy's soft hair. I didn't want to be a burden, so I decided to let him decide how far he wanted to go, and I laid back, resting my head on the sofa. I felt his lips press against my bulge as he worked my length, and I felt his warm tongue tease my sensitive head.
I whimpered in ecstasy as Moxie's talented mouth enveloped my cock. The sounds of him slurping on my dick were warm and comforting, making me almost forget about the close encounter back at the pool. Almost. I knew we needed to talk about this, but right now I just needed to get off.
Moxie's skilled little tongue ran along my shaft as he bobbed his head over my cock. I stroked his soft blonde locks as he went about his work. I felt his tongue teasing the tip of my cock, licking up all the pre he could, and the sensation was almost overwhelming.
"Fuck, Moxie." I gasped. "Your tongue feels amazing." With a loud, wet pop, Moxie pulled off of my dick, straddling my hips and blocking my view of the TV so that all I could see was his sexy boyish body filling my field of vision.
“I can’t wait any more.” He purred with a sultry smirk, and reached down to his own speedo to remove the waistband. I lifted my hips to help him out, and we both took our time peeling off the garment, until Moxie was fully naked in my lap. Sitting back on my dick, he started rocking his hips, hotdogging my cock between his tight asscheeks. I moaned as the boy's smooth butt rubbed against my sensitive member, Moxie's velvety flesh a warm and wonderful sensation that threatened to send me over the edge at any moment.
Moxie slowly lifted his hips and sat himself on my tip, biting his lower lip as he wiggled a little, easing himself down on my shaft. I sighed pleasurably, holding the boy close as I started thrusting upwards. Moxie gasped, but his face soon turned into a pleasured smile as I started fucking him.
The two of us sat there for a while, the only sound coming from our rhythmic grunts and moans of each other’s names as we fucked. Moxie's eyes were closed, his face a picture of blissful ecstasy. He started grinding his hips, rolling them as he bounced, which drove me insane with desire.
"Fuck," I groaned as the boy went harder. “M-Moxie… you’re gonna make me cum.” I warned, and the boy whimpered with need as I continued to thrust into him. He rolled his hips in an attempt to get me to fuck him harder, and it worked. I thrust faster, harder, deeper, and the boy started screaming. Hearing his screams of ecstasy sent me over the edge, and my balls tightened as I thrust upward, filling his tight boy pussy with my cum. The boy gasped and his own member throbbed in time with mine, spurting thick streams of white over my abs and chest, before finally collapsing in a heap on top of me.
We sat there for some time, hugging and breathing heavily as the anime continued to play, all but forgotten in our moment of passion. Eventually, I decided to take Moxie to bed and clean up. Once we were under the sheets, the boy cuddled into me, holding me close.
"You're gonna find my dad, right? You're gonna find out who he is?"
I nodded, and kissed the top of the boy's head. “I’ll make sure he gets what’s coming to him.” I replied, with more confidence than I felt. I knew this was going to be difficult, and I wasn't sure how much time we had before Moxie was taken again, but I wanted to get this cunt put away for good, and to do that, I needed to make sure I got some watertight evidence on what this fucknut got up to in his downtime.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, and panic flooded through me. I sat up and looked around, calling Moxie's name as I searched frantically for him. My search was short lived, however, as he came in with two cups of coffee. With a deep sigh of relief, I gratefully received my coffee and sipped it, and Moxie climbed onto the bed beside me.
"You sleep well?" I asked with a yawn. Moxie nodded.
"Better than I have in a long time.” He replied with a warm smile. "What about you?"
I returned his smile. "Better than I have in a long time." I kissed him and pulled him close. As we cuddled, I asked him what he wanted to do today.
"Can we go to the pool again?" He asked with a cheeky smirk.
I chuckled at the boy's eagerness. I kissed his cheek. "Of course, sweetheart, if you want." I may have been smiling, but inside my stomach was turning. If the grey hoodie wearing man was who I think it was, yesterday, then Moxie could be in serious danger. I wanted to keep him away from the pool if at all possible, but if I were to leave him alone for any length of time, I knew he would get bored and might try going there again on his own, so I figured the best thing to do was keep him by my side and keep a close eye on him. Heck, maybe I could even… a flash of brilliance came across my mind. What if I were to take Moxie to the leisure centre and try to lure the grey hoodie man into the gym? We could wait for him, and when he came in, I get him known to all my gym buddies. Then they could keep a lookout for him when he leaves. He'd have no choice but to show himself if he knew he was being watched.
“Hey, Mox? What do you say to another visit to the gym, before we go swimming?” I suggested, knowing how much he enjoyed spending time with my gym friends.
Moxie smiled and nodded, and we made our way down to the leisure centre. On our way in, I made sure I asked the receptionist for an update on the mysterious man in grey, and if she or the other staff had spotted him on the CCTV footage. They hadn't. I swore under my breath, but thanked them for the update. I gave the boy his hoodie and we made our way up to the gym. All the while, my eyes were farting about like a human chameleon. I needed to make sure that if this grey man did come into the gym, I would be the first to see him. I didn't know who else he could be. Who else could be abusing kids around the leisure centre?
Once we got to the gym, everyone greeted us warmly, and a few of the guys offered to coach Moxie through a routine. I took the boy’s hoodie, and the guys started to show him the ropes on one of the workout machines.
"So you just hold these handles in each hand," Mike explained as he grabbed his hands and showed him how to hold the handles in each hand. He started the boy on weights., as was typical when he coached someone new, and I could tell he was going to be a great gym buddy for Moxie.
After a while, Moxie and Mike took a break. The boy sat down on my lap and leaned his back against me, and Mike sat opposite, facing the boy with a serious look on his face. “So, Moxie,” he leaned in as he talked to the boy. “About your dad who’s not really your dad…” Moxie squirmed in my lap, and I could see the unease on his face. I was about to ask Mike to be a little more delicate in the way he spoke to the boy, when Moxie beat me to the punch.
"Please, don't talk about him like that." Moxie looked down and clutched his hands in his lap. Mike nodded, but his face still wore the expression of a man with a lot of questions.
“I’m sorry, lil man. I meant no harm by it.” Mike’s tone softened, even if his face didn’t, as he offered Moxie a chocolate bar. The boy looked up at me for approval, as if seeking my permission to take the proffered candy. I smiled and nodded, and Moxie took the bar, opening the wrapper and taking a small bite, offering Mike a cheeky grin as he did.
Mike laughed and threw his arms out dramatically. “May I ask why you call this guy your dad, if he isn’t actually your dad?” Mike asked, as Moxie chewed his chocolate. I continued to look around like meerkat, looking for any sign of the man we were talking about.
"My mum and dad met him while they were on holiday,” Moxie recalled. “He was nice, at first. He helped us out when we needed it. But now… my parents owe him a lot of money. But because they don’t earn a lot, they’re struggling to pay him back. So, for a while now… he’s been using me to reim… reinburbs…?” Mike tilted his head, seeing the boy was struggling with the word for what he was to this man.
“Reimburse?” He asked. Moxie nodded.
"To make money off of me. It's all because they don't have the money to pay him back, so he's using me to get it." Hearing this, Mike’s jaw clenched, and his fist tightened slightly.
“I see.” Was all he could manage. His expression darkened, and he turned his eyes down. I knew it was best to leave the conversation there, before Mike said something he might regret. Moxie and Mike went on to talk about weightlifting and cardio machines for a while, until I caught sight of a grey figure entering the gym and lurking in the corner. I quickly held Moxie a little closer, which caught Mike’s attention. He followed my gaze and spotted the man in the corner. He turned back to the boy with a sympathetic look.
"Listen, Mox. I know you're in a tough situation, but I want you to know that me and my friends will do our best to keep you safe, yeah?"
Moxie nodded, though looked a little confused, having not realised we knew we were being watched. The three of us stood, and Mike and I started spreading word to our fellow gym goers about the grey hoodied man. They quickly caught on, and the pool area quickly filled with people, keeping a lookout for any sign of Moxie's father.
The grey hooded man made his way around the gym, never too far away from Moxie, but not coming any closer either. The public space wasn’t exactly helpful to the villain, he wasn’t going to get away safely should he try snatching Moxie. The man kept his head low, not wanting to catch the publics eye, and it gave us an idea. Mike pulled me aside, away from Moxie, and whispered to me, his tone deadly serious.
“Hey, weird idea,” he whispered conspiratorially. “What if you were to try… provoking him a little? Like, use some of the equipment with Moxie for a while, and see if he reacts to you interacting with him?”
I nodded in understanding. It was a good idea. I turned back to Moxie, who was sitting by the weight machines, looking lonely as his peers surrounded the grey hooded man. I beckoned for him to come to me and he did, returning to my side and wrapping his arms around my waist, nuzzling into me as I reciprocated the hug and stroked his hair. I looked through the corner of my eye at the grey man, who was watching us, his jaw clenched, but otherwise his expression unchanged. His hand twitched in his pocket. A flicker of panic flashed across my mind as I thought of what this fucker might do.
“Hey, Mox, let’s try the rowing machine.” I suggested, bringing the hot to one of the rowing machines. I sat in the seat of the device and grabbed the pull cord, Moxie giggling as he took a seat on my lap. Once again, I chanced a glance at the man in a hoodie. He didn't look happy. As I began to row, I kept an eye on the man. I could feel his rage building as he watched me pull on the machine, and he clenched and unclenched his fists. Moxie, meanwhile, was enjoying the ride in my lap, like one of those plastic rides you see outside supermarkets. He started squirming in my lap as we continued rowing, his ass rubbing against my hardening cock, and I had to bite back a moan as I realised just how much I wanted to take him right here.
Of course, that wouldn’t be very helpful to our cause right now, but perhaps it might make the man pause and think perhaps I was a potential ally, in my proclivities. Perhaps, if I could gain his interest, he might give me a way to see his dirty dealings up close.
"Fuck, Mox," I moaned quietly. "You feel so good." I moaned.
"Like that?" The boy purred, still squirming on my lap. The man in the hoodie watched us with a rage filled scowl on his face, his fists clenched tightly. I cleared my throat and pushed aside all dirty thoughts. I needed to remain focused, and to provoke the man to react to me.
I held Moxie closer, resting his head on my shoulder as I started to really give it my all on the machine. The boy's face was contorted in pleasure, and I knew he was enjoying the sensations of riding my lap as I rowed on the machine, covertly getting the young boy off in plain sight. The man was looking angry, if only because Moxie was enjoying the company of a man who wasn’t him. I looked back and saw the man step back, looking around, perhaps to see if anyone had spotted him.
This was the moment I was waiting for. Now that he knew his plan wasn't going to work, he would have to act on impulse. Finishing my supposed set on the rowing machine, I picked Moxie up and started lifting him like a human dumbbell above my head, eliciting giggles of delight from the young boy. I made sure my eyes were fixed dead ahead of me, but do I was able to look in the full wall mirror to watch as Moxie’s abuser finally made his move. He made his way across the room, and I could feel him slip some slip of paper into the back pocket of my shorts. I put Moxie down, and discretely pulled the piece of paper out of my pocket. It was a small piece of card, about the size of a business card, with the words “Father/Son Meet”, in inverted commas, and an address on the card. I stuffed it back in my pocket and turned just in time to see the man making a swift exit.
As the man in the grey hoodie left the building, my gym buddies gathered around me, all congratulating me on my great acting job. I chuckled as I thanked them all, and they made sure Moxie had a fun afternoon with them in the pool, before it was time for plotting and scheming on how I was going to nab this guy. Mike accompanied me and Moxie to my apartment. Once Moxie was settled in bed, Mike and I discussed a plan at the table in the kitchen.
"So what are we gonna do?" He asked. I could tell he was excited for the upcoming bust.
"Well, it looks like he's using this place to bring likeminded people together. And I’m sure he’ll be hoping to swipe Moxie back on his home turf, if you will.” I paused and took a moment to think. Mike looked like a man possessed as he waited to hear my next words. I took out my phone and showed him the address I had been given.
"This is a location Moxie told me he’s been to before with this prick.” I informed him. It was a rundown old nightclub that had been closed for a number of years now. Rumours were often whispered about if anyone actually owned the property or not. Seems that it was, indeed, owned, and was being used to abuse children.
"This is gonna be fun," Mike smirked. I returned his smile, and we got to planning our operation. Mike and I decided to stake out the nightclub in the following days, and see if we could catch sight of any of these cunts in action. The meetings, according to the card, would be occurring over the next three weeks, on Tuesdays and Fridays. I figured this was our best chance at nabbing this guy.
After a few days of surveillance, I started to see a pattern emerge in who attended the meetings. There were two separate groups who regularly attended the nightclub. One group that would show up were clearly fathers bringing their sons to be used for god only fucking knows what these monsters got up to. The other group were lone men who would trickle in over time, some of them pacing up and down the block for hours at a time before finally entering.
After two weeks of staking the place out, Mike and I talked to Bill, one of our friends from the gym who just so happened to be a member of the local police force. He agreed to look over the evidence we gathered, and investigate the nightclub for us.
"So, what you're saying," he started as we presented the evidence to him, "Is that there's a group of abusers using this building to get their rocks off?"
“I’m afraid so.” I nodded solemnly. “And it’s run by the guy who I’ve been hiding Moxie from. The only thing I don’t have… is evidence from the inside.” I chewed my lip. The last thing I wanted was to get mixed up in the shot that went on in that nightclub, but time was of the essence. There was only one week left of these meet-ups, so we had two days left to actually get them. “I know this is risky… but what if I were to go to this meet-up on Tuesday and try to get some proof of what they’re doing in there?”
"It's not ideal," Bill replied, rubbing his chin as he thought. "But if you want me to investigate this for you, then I'm gonna have to go with you."
I nodded. “And Moxie…?” I asked nervously. “The whole reason I even have this address is because this scumbag has his parents under his boot heel.”
"Hey, don't worry about it," Bill reassured me. "Moxie is safe with us. I'll get a team of officers in and we'll get him out safe.” I nodded, putting on a brave face but, inside, I was shitting bricks. Bill filed a report with his colleagues, and Moxie and I were called in to be briefed on how we were to play our role in a sting operation to take these fuckers down. We were both very nervous, but we knew we were doing the right thing, so we agreed to help.
After the briefing, Bill took us to the local park and asked us to play some games to see if we had what it took to pretend to be a father/son couple for a while. So, we played a few rounds of pitch and bat, shot a few penalty goals together, and played as naturally as we could, given the knowledge we had that we were being observed by police officers. It felt like it was some sort of cruel parental interview but, at the same time, it just felt so natural to play around in the park with Moxie, despite how sexual our relationship had been up to this point. It was fun, and it felt real, and though I wasn't sure if it was for the right reasons, we both really enjoyed ourselves. After the games, Bill informed us that we would both be expected to go to the Tuesday meet-up, and both of us would be wearing body cameras.
Tuesday came, and we were called to the police station during the later afternoon, about two hours before the time the meet-up would be opening for the paedo ring.
"We'll have officers on the outside, watching and listening in," he informed us, and Moxie and I nodded nervously.
"So... how long does this have to go on for?" I asked nervously, a lump rising in my throat. “If you can get some clear shots of faces of anyone you can see, that would be perfect.” Bill replied. “Especially the ringleader. And, if possible, try and strike up a conversation with the guy. He may not be a talkative sort, but even if he just says something like “Feel free to fuck around”, we could still use that as evidence against him.”
“What if things go south?” I asked gingerly. “God fucking forbid, but what if?”
Bill gave me a reassuring smile and put his hand on my shoulder. "It won't. Trust me. We've got you covered. If, at any time, you feel like you’re losing control of the situation, and need officers to intervene, just say “Jenga”." He handed us some plain clothes to wear. "Put these on. Once you get there, I'm afraid you'll be expected to enter as a father/son couple."
Moxie and I were fitted with our covert cameras, dressed ourselves in the plain clothes given to us, and we made our way to the nightclub, with several unmarked police cars all positioning themselves, ready to take action if needed.
The nightclub itself was closed when we got there. The windows were boarded up and the door was locked. A padlock secured it tightly shut, and I could see a chain holding it closed.
“We’ll hang around for a bit, and see who turns up.” Bill said, leaning back in the driver’s seat. I drummed my fingers nervously.
“What happens if I’m expected to… you know…?” I asked nervously. It wasn’t like I hadn’t already been fucking Moxie, before this sting operation, but that was because we did it quietly. Discreetly. I’m private, trusting each other not to squeal. Could I be at risk of prosecution if I was expected to prove myself to be just as bad as these monsters? Bill looked to me sympathetically.
"It won't be anything you can't handle." He reassured me, but the knot in my stomach just tightened. I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. “We’re not here to arrest you. You’re helping us take these cunts down.” He said.
"Yeah... I know," I sighed, not exactly convinced.
I felt a tug on my arm. Moxie looked at me with concern in his eyes. "Is everything okay?" I smiled and pulled the boy into my lap, cuddling him as I stroked his soft blonde hair.
“Just getting the jitters.” I admitted. We waited another twenty minutes or so when a figure walking down the street towards the club caught our eye.
"Someone's coming!" I said, and we all sat as still possible, watching intently. The figure, a man in his thirties with a grey hoodie, approached the door and held up a set of keys, unlocking the padlock and removing the chain from the doors. He slipped inside, and we continued to wait for more visitors to this supposed meet-up.
Over the next hour, we saw several fathers and sons make their way to the club. And a couple of lone men also made their way in, with at least five individuals being seen circling the block. These were clearly well seasoned groomers and child abusers, playing as cautiously as possible. It was around half past eight when Bill turned to us and said, “Alright, you two. That should be plenty of time for things to have gotten under way. Let’s make sure your cameras are switched on, and we’ll send you in.”
We switched on our cameras, the officers checked the video feed, and once we were given the all clear, Moxie and I made our way into the nightclub. The inside was dark and dingy, it was clear that this place was here to serve a purpose, and that purpose wasn’t to draw attention. From the entrance, we could hear a faint hum of nondescript dubstep music playing, not loud enough to be heard from the street, but just loud enough to cover the sounds of illegal activity. Moxie was clearly very tense and scared, being in this place, so I held his hand firmly to reassure him. As we made our way into the main room, I took note of how well the place had been set up to make it easier to fuck young boys, and how that was probably why it had been closed so long ago, in the first place. The room was musky, and the scent of dust and smoke was intolerable. The sight was certainly no better. Naked bodies everywhere, with boys of all manner of inappropriate age forced to degrade themselves for the pleasure of older men. The atmosphere was terrifying, and the sounds of groans and moans coming from all corners of the room were truly horrifying.
"We can see everything clearly," Bill whispered through my earpiece, "You’ve got this, guys." I could tell he wanted me to stay calm, but I was terrified. Moxie hugged my arm and, as I looked down to try and say something reassuring, I found that we were being approached by a man in a silver suit, a smug evil grin across his face.
"Welcome, welcome!" He greeted, his tone dripping with false enthusiasm. "Are you here for some fun, or just to watch?" Moxie winced and pressed himself against my hip. This was, clearly the ringleader; Moxie’s fake father.
I gulped, and spoke, trying to sound confident and dominant like I was sure Moxie's father was. “Well, we heard about this little event through the grapevine, thought it’d be a fun night out.” I lied. The man laughed and clapped his hands, like a salesman who had just sold his product.
"Ah, yes! A father bringing his son out for some fun!" The ringleader looked down at Moxie with a smug grin, and the boy whimpered in my arms. “Well! Help yourselves to a drink or two, and I hope you two have fun.” I noticed Moxie seemed a little too terrified to actually say anything to this man. I smiled, and started to lead Moxie towards the bar, as the man left us.
“Please tell me you saw the way he looked at Moxie.” I whispered, hoping Bill could hear me.
“Affirmative,” came the reply, “but keep mingling, we need more evidence.” More evidence, I thought to myself. There’s literally scores of old men balls deep in little boys, what more “evidence” do you want? I wanted to protest, but instead I just did my best to stay calm, and sat at the bar, ordering a bottle of beer. When I tried to order a cola, or something similar, for Moxie, however, the bartender told me they only had alcohol, but I was welcome to buy the boy a shot of vodka. Still paranoid that I could be charged for illegal activities during this sting, I politely declined.
Bill reassured me that Moxie would be safe, and to not worry about getting too drunk. I sat at the bar, nursing my beer as Moxie sat beside me on a stool, his hand intertwined with mine. I rubbed the back of his hand with my thumb as a young Asian boy, looking no older than eight or nine years old, waddled up to the bar, completely naked, and handed the bartender a piece of paper and a 20. The bartender started preparing, ehst I presumed to be, the drinks that were written on the paper, and I turned to point my hidden camera at the boy, showing he was fully nude, with streaks of white evidence adorning his body all over. The boy seemed so scared and helpless, he almost reminded me of Moxie at times. He just wanted to escape the hell that his life had become.
Once the drinks were finished, the bartender handed them to the boy on a tray, which he accepted and waddled back to a table where five disgustingly fat old men were sat. They cheered and made lewd comments to the boy’s face as they each took a drink.
Moxie and I kept our eyes fixed on the scene as I sipped my beer. We watched as the men laughed and jeered at the boy as he cowered fearfully. One of the men cupped the back of the boy’s head and dragged him forward, bringing the scared youngster’s head towards his crotch. I didn't hear what he said, but the boy shook his head, which elicited a groan of frustration from the man. Moxie whimpered, and held my hand tighter. I kissed the top of his head and nuzzled his hair with my nose, as the man at the table forced the boy’s head back and forth. I felt a knot of anger build up inside me, as I was forced to watch this sickening display of abuse.
As I watched, I noticed that one of the men had been looking around for a moment, clearly waiting for someone. At that moment, the silver suited man made his way to the table and started talking to the man who was looking around. The two seemed to know each other well, and as I kept watching, the silver suit man pointed towards Moxie and I at the bar. He then looked at the man with a smile. The man nodded, and the two got up, walking towards us. I held Moxie close, wrapping my arms around his chest as they approached.
“Hello there, Moxie,” the man from the table greeted the boy with a sinister grin, his teeth black and yellow, some even half missing, “I was hoping you and your dad would come, I’ve been ever so excited to meet you.” I chewed my inner cheek, fighting the urge to clock this toothless bastard in the head. “I’m so glad your dad agreed to bring you, I’ve heard such good things.” The ringleader of this operation smirked at me, his smug expression making my guts churn. He must’ve given this guy some false story about me being Moxie’s father. And now, I was put on a situation where Moxie and I could be separated, and god only knows what could happen to him then.
"We're happy to be here," I lied, but the man smiled wider and leaned against the bar, placing his hand on my back, and it took all my willpower to keep my fist from colliding with his teeth.
“I hear you like to watch your son, while he earns his keep.” The man purred in a gruff, lustful groan. I wanted nothing more, in this very moment, to just scream Jenga. It would be the one thing to get this scumbag arrested, but I couldn't risk ruining the sting.
I shook my head, smiling at him. "What makes you think that?"
“Well, from what I hear, this ain’t quite your first rodeo.” Shit. They must be trying to incriminate me. My mind raced, looking for an adequate response.
"I'm not saying it's not." I replied, trying to sound confident. I leant forward and whispered in the man's ear. "But we need to make sure Mox here is safe before I tell you what you want to hear."
“Oh, don’t you worry about that,” the creep smirked, “we treat the boys the way we’d treat our own.” My skin crawled, and I had to hold Moxie a little tighter to reassure him that I wouldn't leave him. I looked down at him and tried to smile. The boy's face was stained red with fear, and tears threatened to spill from his eyes. Bill’s voice crackled in my earpiece.
“We have the ringleader’s face on footage! We have officers at every entrance. Say the word, and we can blow this motherfucker.” He sounded like a cop from a bad 80s action flick, but I appreciated the bravado all the same.
I nodded, my smile becoming less forced, and I turned to the ringleader. “Beats a night at home, playing Jenga.” I laughed, and he joined in, laughing that grating laugh of his.
"You don't say!" He chuckled. "Well, since you two are so interested, I think we can make sure to make your stay here one to remember."
With that, a thunderous sound reverberated around the club, as the cops outside busted in every door and started spilling into the building, guns raised and ordering everyone to stay still. I felt like my heart was trying to beat its way out of my chest. I'd never been so scared in my life, and I feared for Moxie, as he held onto me like a baby koala. In a flash, the smug look from Moxie’s abuser’s face completely dropped, and the look of pure terror and seething rage was a picture.
"Jenga?" He shrieked as he saw his scheme crumble before him. "I said Jenga, you idiots! Get your hands off me!"
Bill, however, was quick on the ball, and grabbed his hand, cuffing him before he could try and pretend like he was in on the sting. As more officers poured in and made their way to Moxie and I, the silver suited man pulled away from the bar and ran towards the back exit, Bill chasing after him, shouting at the rest of us to stay still and do not move.
Amid the chaos, the fleeing man tripped and landed flat on his face, before being swiftly descended upon by officers. They pulled him to his feet and roughly slammed him against the wall as he screamed and kicked. He shouted obscenities at the officers, threatening them with a long list of things he'd do to them.
Meanwhile, Moxie was shivering in my arms as the police started taking away the scumbags and tending to their victims. I held Moxie tightly as officers took photographs of the boys, the boys names, and everything they needed to know about these sick bastards. Bill walked over, a triumphant grin on his face, as he spoke through his radio to another officer.
“Well done, you two,” he smiled at us, “how’re you holding up?”
"We're doing okay," I replied, trying to hide the fact that I was shaking like a leaf. "I'm just glad this is finally over." I rubbed Moxie's back and nuzzled him with my nose as the boy continued to cry silently. Bill nodded.
“Good to hear. Now… we should probably get in touch with Moxie’s parents. I’m sure they’ll have been worried sick over his safety.” Bill sighed. It would be an ordeal to convince Moxie's parents that their son wasn't dead, but they deserved to know he was safe. As we started to discuss this, we noticed one of the officers leading the ringleader away, his head hung low in defeat, his silver suit covered in dirt and filth from the ground.
An officer brought over a phone they seized from him. Bill took the bag and scrolled through the contacts, asking Moxie if he recognised his parents’ number in the list. The boy pointed out his actual father’s number, and Bill called it on his personal phone. I held Moxie in my arms as I watched Bill make the call.
"What’s your dad’s name, Mox?” Bill asked, as the call dialled.
Moxie was silent, until he spoke quietly. "James."
Bill nodded and introduced himself as an officer, giving a brief rundown of what had happened to the man. "Well, I'm I’m pleased to inform you your son is safe, James." Moxie held my shirt tightly in his hands, and I rubbed his back to comfort him as Bill conversed with James, explaining how I had been looking after his son for the past few weeks, and the two of us helped to take down the creep who was threatening them. Bill hung up, and pocketed the phone, his eyes tearing up with a look of pure relief. "James wants to see his boy, and he wants you to be there with Moxie." I sighed with relief and nodded. “Do we… Do we go see them now, or…?” I asked, still a little nervous of seeing Moxie's parents.
"We can wait here, while they come pick Moxie up." Bill said with a soft smile. "I'm sure James will want to thank you personally."
Moxie tugged my shirt, and I looked down at him. He looked me dead in the eyes, sniffling. “C-Can’t I stay with you?” He whimpered.
"It's okay, Mox," I said, stroking his hair. "It'll be alright. Your parents need to see you safe and sound, so they know everything's okay. We’ll see what happens next when they get here.”
Moxie nodded, but it was clear he was still very distressed, so I held him tightly in my arms and let him rest his head against my chest. I could feel his tears staining the shirt, as he cried quietly into my chest, unable to speak. Over the next two hours, the police saw to getting the victims of this awful crime scene seen to, relevant authorities and guardians were contacted, and all evidence was gathered. By the time James and his wife had arrived, the building was full of a couple dozen people, mostly crying children, but also many distraught adults. It was an emotional scene, and it was a long time before Moxie and his parents were reunited, but it was a heartwarming sight, when I handed Moxie to his mother and she gave him a hug, apologising for everything he had been through. James approached me, tears in his eyes behind his glasses. He hugged me and thanked me for everything I'd done for his boy.
"It's my job," I said, feeling my face flush red with embarrassment, "and I'm so glad we were able to get that sick bastard."
“I don’t know how we could ever repay you.” James murmured into my shoulder. Moxie made his desire to stay with me known to his mother. She hesitated, looking at me with a wary expression. Which was understandable, given what their son had suffered. Moxie made a case for me, telling his parents how I had cared for him, kept him safe, even started teaching him how to swim. The two parents took to a side to discuss between themselves. I waited a little awkwardly for their decision. I would have felt like a third wheel, were I not responsible for this whole thing in the first place. After what felt like a lifetime of awkward silence, the boy's father, James, stepped back over to me.
“Margaret and I have discussed Moxie’s request,” he started, “and we’re very grateful to you for keeping our son safe, when we were too cowardly to stand up to that…” His voice trailed off with a pained choke of trauma, clearly shaken by the whole ordeal. He continued, however, holding his hand out to me, which I gladly accepted. "And we'd be happy for our son to stay with you for a while longer, if you're willing."
I felt my face light up as I nodded. "Of course!" I smiled. James smiled back.
“I feel that perhaps we have failed our boy, as parents, so maybe we could discuss possible legal guardianship status for you, over Moxie.” The man added. I had a lump in my throat. I was only in my mid-thirties. I had no family, no partner, and my career was a little too shaky for a man to raise a child on his own, especially one who needed special care. But, for Moxie… I would do anything within my power to make it work. I wanted to protect him, keep him safe, give him the kind of life I never had. I nodded enthusiastically.
"I think that could work out really well," I replied, with a warm smile. James nodded, and Margaret returned Moxie to me. We made our plans to meet and discuss James’ proposal, and I took Moxie home. Once the two of us were alone in my apartment, I hugged the boy tight, kissing the top of his head as he hugged me back. We said nothing at first, and it was a while before either of us spoke.
“I love you.” Moxie whispered, nuzzling my chest and grinding his hips as he sat in my lap on the sofa.
"I love you too," I replied, pulling the boy into another kiss. It wasn't the most romantic of moments, but it was genuine. I held him tight as he continued to grind against me, his lips parting and allowing my tongue to slip into his mouth.

Time passed, and the day of Moxie’s abuser’s trial came. Of course, Moxie was asked to testify against him, which took some convincing, but he eventually helped in making sure the fucker got what was coming to him. He was given a life sentence, without possibility of parole, for kidnapping, human trafficking, possession of child pornography, sexual assault, and countless other charges, along with a slew of other abusers who had been arrested in the same sting.
My relationship with Moxie continued to bloom, even after I officially adopted him with his parents’ approval. We shared many pleasurable nights together, and he and I were happier than words could ever express to have found each other, regardless of the circumstances that brought us together.
It wasn’t a conventional relationship, to be sure. But it was one that brought us both a lot of love, joy, and pleasure. And, as time went on, it only continued to get better and better. Perhaps one day, I’ll take Moxie to be more than an adopted son, and secret lover, and make him a husband. And, when that day comes, it will be the happiest day of my life.
Until then, I would keep him safe, and happy, and healthy. For that, I will always be the luckiest man in the world.