STANLEY FREEZE, PRIVATE INVESTIGATOR

BY RAFAEL

I can hardly remember when I concluded my last profitable case. I
had been struggling to keep my head above water for as long as
long as could remember and my memory's still fine, thank you. The
yellow light started to pour in the blind- covered windows,
drawing stripes of light across the brown, filthy walls,
indicating that another sleepless night had passed. Ever since
I'd been involved in a case that nearly cost me my head, I had
trouble sleeping. Fine if you're on a case and need to get work
done, clues checked, people found, or, lately, missing cats
found. Not so fine if you have nothing to do but reminisce on old
times, when people actually called in your invaluable services.
Old times, when you had to extract information out of those
innocent-looking boys who guard the big people. Of course the old
times had given me more than a few scars, but shit happens. On
the whole, the old times were good times.

My coffee was working its way down my intestines when a modest
knock caught my attention. I know the people who are capable of
making a knock begging for forgiveness for the intrusion, they
are not the people who come by, read 'Stanley Freeze, Private
Investigator' on my door and use their gentle knocking skills on
it. This stank. I answered, my "come in" almost drowning in the
coughs caused by my keep-awake-cigarettes and the door opened
almost apologetically. Amazing skill. In she walked. Tall,
slender, mysterious, blonder hair flowing from under her
broad-rimmed hat, a veil concealing what wasn't already concealed
by the miserable light in my office/living space. Amazing figure,
too. Tall, but otherwise a boyish figure, slender and verging on
the athletic. Her man was a lucky man. So it figured it wasn't
me. Lucky, nor her man. A hush voice asked: "do you know me,
mister Freeze?"

Play cool. Try to figure out what the hell she wants coming here.
Above all, don't show your desperation.

"Looking for a snoop, are you, ms S.? Figure you found one."

"Don't play cool with me, mister Freeze, I know your situation,
you haven't had a job that earned beyond your filthy cigarettes
for months."

"Er... Right... Er..."

So much for cool.

"Your sign reads 'specialized in boy crime', mister Freeze, I
have a boy crime for you to solve."

She went on explaining that her son, Rafael, eleven, had been
missing for a couple of days now and that she didn't want the
police involved because the people who she suspected, wouldn't be
stopped by the police. I would have to tread very carefully if I
was to accept, on the other hand, I wouldn't have financial
worries for the next two years if I succeeded, after all Carmen
S. was the wife of the richest man in town, with private access
to half of the fortune. She explained that the people she
suspected were part of the most ruthless gang in the city, led by
the second-richest man in town, crime lord Battista R. She
feared, she said, that her son would be involved in the prolific
wave of boy porn flooding the city. Of course boy porn wasn't
illegal, as long as everything was consensual and all the
contracts were signed. The thought, however, of little Rafael S.
being involved in all this and his images and films being spread
all over the country for all to see, was less tha n appetizing
for Carmen S. and the whole S. clan. What choice did I have?
Tomorrow, at least four very big men would come up to my door,
smash it and add the bill to my outstanding debts. I accepted.

The blistering sunlight hurt my eyes even through the dark shades
I was wearing. Sweaty people sped by, nearly missing me every
time. The alleys were getting smaller and darker. The air grew
correspondingly thicker, heavier and hotter. The door to the club
wasn't guarded, this was the back door and no-one would come
through there unless they were insane, or insanely brave, a
distinction I have trouble making. Inside, somehow, the air
managed to get even thicker. Surprisingly, I blended in quite
well, although the legitimate way of getting in was way too
expensive for me. The only parts of the club well lit were the
stages. Each occupied by a boy, varying in age and racial
make-up. Left were the Caucasian boys, slender, pale and in
various stages of excitement. Moving to the right, the boys got
darker, ending in a couple of Negro boys pleasing themselves with
dildos. One fetching, Asian-looking boy was crawling around a
pole that had a phallus-shaped protrusion attached to it.

He was still wearing a skimpy pair of underpants, revealing his
perfect ass and tiny member. He slowly kneeled before the phallus
and started to lick it, up and down, kissing it, kissing the tip
and finally closing his beautiful lips around the tip. The
spectators' eyes seemed to pop out of their heads as the boy
moved his face toward the pole taking the whole phallus in his
mouth, eventually stopping to stop the gag reflex, but only
momentarily. Soon he moved all the way to the pole, showing his
expanding throat that struggled to accommodate the artificial
member that by any means had looked impressive. After bobbing his
head up and down a little, he pulled back, got up and started
dancing again. Sensuous movements emphasized his slender build as
his hands moved over his belly and ass to the waist-band of his
underpants. He hooked his thumbs and inch-by-inch moved them
down, pulling off his pants. They fell to the floor and the
public marveled at his perfect buttocks, smal l ball-sac and
hairless, bobbing, erect little penis. He bent over and showed
his little boy cunt to the public. Then he made his way to the
pole again and rubbed his back side against the artificial
phallus, still wet from his earlier exploits. The metal rod
rubbed against the valley between his butt cheeks, causing the
little boy to pant and wriggle, his penis still stiff before him.
He positioned the tip of the phallus at his little cunt and
applied pressure. His hole strained but gave way. The boy, his
face contorted with a difficult to make out mix of pleasure and
pain, but with erect penis, lowered himself. Slowly he penetrated
himself completely with the metal phallus. Then, he started to
ride up and down, panting and moaning. Suddenly a couple of
older, dark boys all naked and with erections, emerged,from the
shadows and, seemingly catching the little artist by surprise,
grabbed his arms and legs and tied them together behind his back,
then they tied a rope from to his wrists and his ankles and
pulled, so his ankles were lifted and the poor boy was suspended
from the phallus. He screamed to let him go, but one of the boys
had a whip ready and cautioned his victim to be silent by
whipping his small nipples. The boy quietly sobbed but screamed
no more. The assailants started to rub their erect penises and
positioned themselves to whip the poor Asian boy. Mercilessly,
they whipped him, hitting his nipples and his still very hard
little dick. Amazingly, the kid started to pant and seemed to
enjoy at least some of his ordeal. He wriggled and moaned a
little louder until he arched his back and, unmistakably, came.
The older boys stopped their whipping and began to jack off to
the sight of their limp, tortured, but satisfied victim. When
they came at the same time, they covered the little boy with cum,
which dripped off his limp body. The show was over and the lights
dimmed. The public turned to another show, while some of them
ordered their own boys and retreated to private rooms.

I remembered that I had a job to do and that I wouldn't stay
undetected for long, so I quickly scanned the club for my target.
I found him by the bar, looking bored, but his staring at the
various shows revealed him. Raulo, Battista's favorite for half a
year now. Twelve, Latino, gorgeous. He wore a set of shorts that
emphasized his round buttocks and left his brown, flawless skin
in full view. Flawless, that is, but for little wounds where the
special treatment by Battista or someone else had damaged his
skin. I walked up to him, pulled a nail-polisher from my pocket,
pushed it in his side and whispered from behind him that there
would be serious trouble if he didn't com along. Having an
adventurous streak, he obeyed, smiling and playing along. I
whisked him away to my office after I'd been convinced that I
hadn't been spotted. It was time to extract some information from
young Raulo, my specialty. I opened the case that held my tools.

******

Little Raulo only got the point when I tied him to the desk,
bending over, his ass exposed to me. This wasn't just one of
Battista's friends having him on, with Battista himself walking
in at a certain moment. I moved my hand to his buttocks and
caressed them, asking him what he knew about Rafael S. He denied
to know anything but I reminded him that Battista told him every
little secret that he had. I brought three fingers to his little
ass hole and he moaned as I applied pressure. Smoothly, my
fingers entered his boy cunt. He was panting and his dick was
completely erect.

"You like this, don't you, little slut?"

"Oh yes, sir, but if you don't release me soon, Battista is
coming after you!"

"He won't be in time to undo the damage I can do, so tell me,
where is Rafael!"

"Aaah! I don't know, I don't even know who Rafael... AAAAHH!"

The whip lashed down unexpectedly. Two more lashes and I got out
the dildo, not the biggest one, but big enough anyway. I
lubricated it a little and roughly shoved it halfway up his cunt.
He screamed again, lucky I have no neighbors in this run- down
building. Part of the reason I chose it. I moved the dildo a
little, fucking him with it before I shoved it all the way in. He
screamed again.

"You're in my power now, slut, a lot of things might happen
before anyone finds you!"

To drive the point home I got out the nipple clamps and applied
them. He screamed some more, but reacted by wiggling his butt
when I fucked him some more. His penis was erect, too, he seemed
to be enjoying part of this at least. His voice did sound
desperate, though, when he spoke again.

"Ok, ok, I Aaahh! I know who Rafael is! But I swear Battista
isn't planning anything with him! His father is the richest man
in this city! Master Battista may be powerful, but he can't
afford to mess with Mr. S. I sweaAAAAHHH! AAHH! AAAAHH!"

I pulled out the dildo almost completely, twisted it a little and
shoved it back in, forcefully. Then I picked up the whip and
whacked his bottom, scrotum and penis a couple of times. In this
state, poor Raulo would have told me anything. Despite the scenes
in the club, he wasn't used to being treated this roughly. I was
sure he told the truth. Before releasing him, I wanted to release
the pressure of my own, rock-hard dick building up in my pants
when he whispered:

"Uhm, mister, could you... I mean... Fuck me, please!"

"No way, kid, I've got trouble enough as it is, I don't want to
piss off Battista any more."

"I'll tell him I went with you myself, he'll believe me, I have
done so before. I'll make up a story and he'll leave you alone!
Just fuck me, please!"

The sight of Raulo was impossible to ignore. I figured that I
wouldn't stand a chance whether I fucked the boy or not, so I
undid my belt and undressed. Raulo had a hungry look in his eyes
as he saw my dick at full salute to his slender body.

"You're bigger than Battista, mister!"

He knew what a man wanted to hear. Sounded a bit too professional
to me, though. I whacked him again, just to whet my appetite some
more, then positioned behind him. The first feel of my dick
pushing into his little cunt made him grunt. As I pushed, Raulo
moaned louder and he arched his back a little. The contractions
his anal muscles were making told me that he was actually coming
from having my dick in his ass! I made sure to take it nice and
slow, to be able to enjoy my dick slide into the slender boy's
body, between his brown ass cheeks. I slided in completely,
pushing my pubes against his smooth skin. Then I withdrew, almost
getting all of my member out again, a thought that made him moan
in protest. I moved back in, fucking slow and deep, making him
appreciate what was happening to him. Then I upped the pace,
fucking more and more furiously as my climax was nearing. Raulo
moaned again, from the sensations his abused boy cunt were giving
him. He was hard again, too, and asked me to take it slow for a
bit. I complied, all my forces mustered to stop myself coming
right then, as the wonderful boy moaned under me. I suspected he
was on the verge of coming again so I took care to make him feel
all of my dick again. Suddenly, I withdrew, grabbed the whip and
lashed out twice. Raulo screamed and came, I quickly re- entered
him and fucked his clenching ass furiously to reach my own
orgasm. I pushed all the way in and filled his bowels with my cum
as exhausted Raulo collapsed on the desk.

Having regained some of our strength, I took Raulo to the shower
and cleaned him up. He looked at me gratefully and left, assuring
me he wouldn't tell on me. Still tired, I lent back in my chair
and dozed off. The day ended, turning the light red and
introducing the neon flashes that lit my office at night. I slept
then and there, in my chair, like I hadn't slept for months.

The incessant ringing of the telephone waked me up, the dirty,
yellow light of morning shone in. I picked up the receiver and
could barely make out the voice of the Police commissioner
through the crackling. Eventually, I got the message that ms. S
was dead. Murdered. Found in a certain night club downtown. Two
minutes later, I was at the scene of the crime, where I'd sneaked
in the previous evening. I was greeted by the commissioner.

"You look like you've had your first decent night's sleep for
ages, Stan, it actually makes you a little less ugly."

"Top o' the mornin' to you too, jealous?"

That actually shut him up for a second, giving me the chance to
ask what they'd found.

"Well, she's dead, blow to the head that killed her. Battista is
denying everything of course, so is his boy, Raulo."

My heart jumped.

"He claims to have been away and they were still arguing about it
when we came there. They resolved it, though."

My heart settled down again.

"We are looking at all possibilities here and you're one of the
last to have seen her apparently."

"Yes, she wanted to know where her cat was. Or at least how much
I charged for finding one, because she was contemplating buying
one."

The commissioner saw his prejudices about me confirmed and didn't
doubt my explanation. Prick.

"By the way, does the name Maria San P. mean anything to you?"

I'm surprised no-one else saw the thunderbolt that hit my head at
that moment. Maria San P.! Shit! Battista R.'s mistress for five
years now, playing an active role in his sex orgies. Raulo didn't
mention her, but he must have seen quite a lot of her, and she of
him. Battista liked playing out the girls and the boys against
each other. Also, Maria had twin sons, who must have been twelve
at that time, same age as Raulo. What a lead to miss!

"No, don't know her, who is she?"

Hook, line and sinker.

"His mistress, apparently, she lives up at ......"

I was excused by his Royal Dumb Ass and sped to ....., to find
Maria, or, more specifically, her sons.

******

I got to the house about mid-morning. It wasn't easy to miss,
just easy to drive past, since every house in the suburb looked
almost identical. She wasn't home, of course, so I scouted the
neighborhood. With immediate success, as I saw Salvatore
approach. I knew it was him because of the birth mark on his left
ankle, setting him apart from his brother Chico. I jumped in the
car and drove up beside him. Salvatore's instincts made him turn
to my window and smile inside, his smile freezing when he saw the
gun.

"Get in."

He obeyed and I sped off. As I knew Salvatore a little (many
people did) I figured he needed special treatment and drove on to
an abandoned warehouse. He sat beside me, silent, keeping his
eyes on the gun with the occasional flash up to my face. He kept
silent as I guided him into the huge building with the many steel
structures. I picked the one I usually employed for my special
cases, nothing more than four steel rods standing a few feet
apart and with conveniently placed rings on them. I tied the
boy's wrists to the posts, then pulled up his one ankle to tie it
to the third post, then the fourth, suspending him between the
posts with his arms and legs spread. Full access. He gasped as I
pulled a large knife out of the bag I brought. I slid it between
his t-shirt and his skin at the neck, resting the cold metal on
his skin, which developed goose-pimples. I cut open his t-shirt
at the front, letting the remains hang from his shoulder. Then I
cut his briefs from his thighs and rested the blade near his
pubic bone, just sliding under the small underpants. The
frightened looks and gasps from Salvatore proofed that my
dramatic tactics were having effect. I looked him in the eye
sternly and saw most of his opposition melt then and there. He
was a frightened, sexy boy, at the mercy of a tormentor who knew
his trade. He wasn't about to play games in this situation.

I finished the prelude by cutting away his underpants, exposing
his intimate parts. The skin was just as delightfully colored
there as everywhere else. Of course I knew this, since Salvatore
had been featuring in magazines for two years now, but in real
life, it still made me tingle. He gasped again and I saw why:
even this abduction had made him hard. I touched his balls,
rubbed between his ass cheeks found the hole and positioned two
fingers. He moaned, looking at me a little bewildered, not
knowing what this was about, exactly. I pushed in. Added another
finger and watched him twitch and turn against his bonds. I
finger fucked him for a while, then posed the question: where was
Rafael. His face lit up as he finally understood what this was
about. But he played stumm. Fortunately. I opened my bag again
and pulled out some material: nipple clamps, three different
whips and two dildos. I first said "thank you" to his frightened
face, then whipped him across the chest with the first and
smallest whip. He yelped and fought the restraints again. Next,
the clamps, under loud protest, answered only by more whacks,
this time with the second whip, consisting of three separate
leather strands designed to hurt but to leave no marks. Then I
moved between his legs, holding the rather large dildo in my
hand, spreading his butt cheeks with the other hand. He screamed,
tears in his eyes, as I penetrated his fuck hole, almost ripping
it. He panted and took deep breaths to subside the pain a little,
when I gave a vicious turn. Then I whipped him again, over his
chest, his belly, inside his thighs, on his balls and his
hard-on. He screamed, cried and sobbed under the torture.
Ignoring his pleas and assurances that he would tell me
everything, I took the third whip, a thicker, more vicious one
and hit his ass, then his feet (they are surprisingly sensitive)
and his ass again. Only then did I let him talk. He explained
everything, how Chico and he had abducted Rafael to get him away
from his father and to give their mother a chance to win his
grace. They had held Rafael at their own house in the basement.
He swore they hadn't hurt him. I released the sobbing boy, got
into the car with him and drove to the house.

We entered the basement, Salvatore still naked, sobbing and
covered in red marks on his smooth skin. Chico immediately
understood what had happened, that the game was over and that all
he could do was cooperate. He opened the door for us and all
three of us entered the prison room. There he was, Rafael. I'd
forgotten that Mr. S. was Asian, so Rafael was of mixed blood. He
lay there on the special table, naked, his olive skin flawless
and perfect, his dark hair cut just above the base of his skull,
sporting an erection caused by the dildo that was automatically
pumping up and down his rectum. He flashed a happy smile, as much
to me as to the twins, his dark eyes shining. I informed him that
I was there to take him home and he smiled some more. He let me
untie him, only then removing the dildo from his rectum. The
three boys hugged, stroking each-others' bum-holes. Then they
turned to me:

"Mister Freeze, I don't want to go back! My father doesn't care
for me and Chico just told me about my mother. I have become
close to Chico and Salvatore, but I can't stay here, either. Can
I stay with you?"

With a very naughty look, Chico and Salvatore simultaneously
added:

"He'll make it worth your while, sir, and so will we!"

What a prospect! I just needed to know if Mr. S wouldn't mind,
but the boys convinced me that Maria could take care of that. No
obstacles left, there was nothing left for me but to agree. The
boy quickly fitted himself with some sexy briefs provided by the
twins and jumped in the car. On the way home he insisted he
needed a strict regime to keep him straight and happy. I
indicated I would be happy to comply.

As we got home, I heard a message in the answering machine that
informed me that Carmen, Rafael's mother had been involved with
Battista R.'s gang and had probably been murdered because of some
old problem. A month later the headlines of the newspaper read
that Mr. S. had been forced to pay a handsome amount to a trust
fund for Carmen's legacy. The moment I read that, the door opened
almost apologetically and in strode a tall, slender woman with
black hair. She hugged her son who just came in, naked with the
whips we'd used the previous night. She smiled at both of us and
said she was happy to see her son taken care of. Rafael and me
took holidays to exotic places, and his mother, every month after
that.

******

The night before, Rafael and I got home. I was beat, since
beating the truth out of young boys makes you tired. Rafael
looked at me a little anxiously, maybe he was getting second
thoughts about all this since he really didn't know much about
me, apart from me being a detective who specialized in boys.
Well, getting the truth from boys who had done something wrong,
mostly.

"Do you think I was naughty, getting myself kidnapped?"

He asked, his eyes big with anticipation.

"Maybe you aught to be punished, yeah, you didn't really mind the
whole thing, did you?"

I replied. Had I guessed his true intentions? I had. He couldn't
suppress a big smile as he said:

"Well, then you'd better punish me!"

"Then you'd better punish me, WHAT?"

Always squash bad habits when they emerge. Saves a lot of time
and trouble. Rafael flinched at my loud voice and immediately
changed his attitude.

"Then you'd better punish me, SIR!"

He was looking a little scared now, obviously the San P. boys
hadn't really scared him, although they had kidnapped and bound
him. Suppose a sturdy private detective raising his voice at you
does intimidate more than two horny twelve-year- olds. Good
thing, there is actually little more arousing than a boy looking
at you struggling to decide if he's scared or horny. I guided him
over to the desk where at the same spot where Raulo had been.

"Undress."

He Immediately obeyed. Good for him. While he was busy, I got out
my whip, the smaller one, no damage, just a nasty sting. He was
already sporting an erection, so I wasted no time and lashed out
at his hairless dick, and again, and again. He winced and looked
surprised. I put in my sternest face and commanded:

"Turn around and bend over, deep, and spread your legs."

I got out some nipple clamps and a small(ish) butt plug. First,
the clamps.

"put these on."

He looked surprised, scared was taking over from horny, though
not enough to soften his small dick. He obeyed, however,
flinching and moaning as he had to hurt himself. A lash or two at
his bum convinced him not to hesitate to put on the second clamp.
Then I stroked his buttocks with my right hand, moving to the
valley between and finding the little hole. Two, three fingers
made him whimper again, then I replaced them with the butt plug.
We were all set.

Lash, Lash, Lash. The sounds of lashes were filling the air,
along with Rafael's whimpers and shouts. The soft light fell on
his flawless body, writhing and twisting under the lashes, but
staying in place. I hadn't tied him up and I didn't need to. Red
stripes were appearing across his bum, as I was alternating
between horizontal lashes across the perfect globes of his cute
ass, and meaner, vertical lashes, hitting inside the valley and
occasionally his little ball sack. I made him turn around again
and lashed his penis some more until I thought the punishment had
been enough.

I made him turn around again and undressed. He looked back at me,
tears running down his cheeks, but a smile lighting up his face
as my eight inch hard-on was revealed. I smiled back at him,
trying to reassure him a little that the worst was over. I
removed the butt plug carefully and stroked the rim of his pussy,
causing him to moan again. Then I positioned my penis, the head
already glistening with precum, and pushed. Slowly, the head
broke the resistance and pushed in. Rafael groaned:

"You're big, sir!"

"Do you want me to take it easier? This isn't part of your
punishment."

"Please carry on, sir! I really want this! Just take it slow in
the beginning, please, sir."

I did. I pushed forward gently, enjoying every inch of my penis
sliding Rafael's narrow, hot boy pussy. About halfway in, I
stopped and moved back and forth a little, each time pushing a
little further into the groaning boy.

"Are you alright?"

He turned round his head. His cheeks were covered in fresh tears,
his smile was half way to becoming a grin of pain, but he nodded
for me to go on, whimpering with my every move. I fucked a
little, getting about two-thirds in, his hole still resisting,
although he kept it relaxed. Then, Rafael's body seemed to get
the message. His ass relaxed as he let out a big sigh. I pulled
out a little and with one smooth movement pushed all the way in
until my pubes were tickling his smooth ass. The sensation caused
Rafael to moan, wriggle and, judging by the spasms in his rectum,
come. No sperm yet, of course, but a young, gorgeous boy having
an orgasm with my dick in his bum nonetheless. I relished the
sight, gave him some time to recover and started fucking. Long,
slow hauls, pulling almost all the way out, then plunging into
the narrow oven. Rafael raised his back a little and I reached
around for the clamps. I twisted the left one, making Rafael moan
a little louder. I noticed his ection, which had disappeared
after his orgasm, came back, twitching as I twisted the clamp
around his nipple and sent my penis in and out of his body,
increasing the pace now and feeling my own juices rise. I was
nearing frenzy when Rafael started to moan louder again, now
twisting the nipple clamps with his own hands and obviously well
under way to his second orgasm. It came, he came, and the sights,
sounds and spasms sent me over the edge. Moaning, I pushed all
the way in and released my hot cum into his rectum.

Totally spent, we collapsed on the floor, somehow made our way to
bed and slept soundly until the morning.