Keeping Tom
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Keeping Tom
These characters are my own, please do not steal them. This is my first attempt at an original fic so any CONSTRUCTIVE critisism is appreciated and if I do not receive any reviews, I will not post further chapters. This story does contain homosexual pairings, if you don't like that kind of thing, do not read this story.
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Keeping Tom
Part One
Tom was up on the stage doing his usual act. He stripped at a club in a seedy part of New York. He was only 16 but the owner of the place didn’t care. He had owned Tom since he was 10. He had spent his first three years with the man being a child prostitute. Once he looked old enough he put Tom up on the stage to strip. None of the money Tom brought in went to him, and he brought in quite a bit of money. His beauty was quite well known in the neighborhood.
When he got down off the stage that night his owner pulled him aside. “There’s a customer who’s paid me big bucks for you to go with him for the night. Go shower, get dressed and meet him behind the building.”
Tom nodded silently and went back to his changing room. His changing room was his home. He wasn’t allowed to leave the building unless his owner told him to. To ensure he stayed at night he was chained to his bed by thick chains. He was only allowed to be unchained when it was time for him to perform. He didn’t feel fear, sadness or even anger about his situation anymore. This was his life and it wasn’t going to change.
He quickly showered and dressed in the only clothes he was allowed to own, tight leather pants and a mesh shirt. It was the middle of winter but he wasn’t allowed a coat because his owner didn’t want to spend that much on him. At first he had been confused that he could be sold into this kind of slavery in America, but he had quickly given in. It was hard to keep fighting when old men forced themselves on you on a daily basis.
He walked out the back door and was quickly pulled into a limo. “Strip” was all he heard from a man he couldn’t see. He followed the order and was quickly sitting nude in the car. He felt the car start moving and looked to see that that the glass divider was up so the driver couldn’t see anything and something told him the driver couldn’t hear anything either. “Bend over the seat.” Once again he followed the order in silence.
He felt the man come up behind him and braced himself for what was to come. The man entered him roughly but Tom didn’t make a sound. He was used to this kind of treatment. After so many years of being treated like this he had thought it would stop hurting but it never did. He just stopped responding. His responses only ever seemed to drag things out. The men he was sent to sleep with now were under contract not to bruise or cut him because he still needed to perform.
Tom bit his lip as the man started to pound into him mercilessly and he felt a warm liquid start to run down his thighs. Damn it. Frank’s not going to be happy about that. If he was still bleeding the next day he wouldn’t be able to perform and that never led to good things for Tom. He heard the man grunt as he came and thought his job was over. “Stay put.”
Tom hadn’t seen the other three men hiding in the shadows of the limo. All three men took their turns with him, each one more brutal than the last. He knew he was going to be bruised after the last guy. The man had held first his shoulders and then his hips so hard that he was sure there would be bruises. What came next he was not expecting. The first man started to cut into his back. He let out a yelp of surprise. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Oh, did you think your boss’ little warning would stop us? We can’t let you live. You’ve seen our faces and that won’t do. We are far too important to have you ruin our lives.” The man shoved the knife in deeper into Tom’s back.
Tom clenched his teeth and moaned in pain. This wasn’t good. The car stopped and he was thrown out into a dark alleyway. He was quickly surrounded by all four men who started to kick him brutally. He let only groans and grunts escape his mouth. If he was going to die, he would not give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream like he wanted to so badly. He had heard multiple crunches as bones broke.
After half an hour the men assumed he was dead and got back into the limo and drove away. Tom shivered which only caused him more pain. Everything caused him more pain but he wasn’t able to stay passed out for long because the pain would just wake him again. It was only now that the men were gone that he allowed himself to cry. This was how his pathetic life would end. In a dark alleyway with no one around to care.
***
Phillip was on his way back to the station to check in with his captain before he went home. He was about to take a back alley when he saw something laying in the middle of the alley. At first he thought it was a dog but then his headlights hit it and he saw it was a human. He radioed to the station house to let them know where he was at and he walked towards the person. “Hey, you. Are you alright?”
The man slowly turned his head and looked at him. Phil felt sick when he got closer and saw how badly beaten this man was. His face was bruised so much that even if someone who knew this man saw him they wouldn’t recognize him. One of his arms was broken and the bone was sticking out through the skin. “Just a minute. I’ll radio for help.” He ran back to his car and radioed for an ambulance.
He slowly approached the man again and crouched down by him. “Who did this to you?”
Tom looked at the cop with fear in his eyes. He hadn’t felt fear in years, but he felt it now. If Frank found out he had talked to cops he would surely be dead. He didn’t trust cops either. He had been forced to have rough sex with cops too many times. Cops who didn’t want anyone to know their dirty little secrets. He shook his head slightly and started to shiver even more.
“It’s alright buddy, I swear. You’re safe now.” When the person that he had now seen was really just a boy shook his head he said, “Look, I’m one of the good guys. Just tell me who did this to you.”
When Tom got a look at the cop’s eyes, something made him want to trust the man. His eyes were kind. He hadn’t seen kind eyes since before his parents sold him to Frank. His grandfather had eyes like this man’s. “Don’t… know.”
“Alright, well we’ll try to find them, I promise. What’s your name?”
“Tom.”
“How old are you Tom?”
“16”
“Who are your parents?”
“They… don’t… care.”
Phil raised an eyebrow and said, “Surely they’d care that their son had been brutally beaten and left in an alleyway.”
Tom didn’t know why he did it but he found himself saying. “They… sold… me.”
“Sold you?”
Tom nodded and then winced. “Hurts.”
Phil wanted to know more about this young man’s story but he could tell that right now he needed medical help. He took off his thick coat and wrapped it gently around the boy. “I know, just stay strong. The ambulance should be here soon.”
When the paramedics showed up they examined him and then carefully put him on the stretcher when they decided his spine was not broken. Phil followed them to the hospital where his captain was waiting. “I heard this kid was very badly beaten Phil.”
“He was sir. I haven’t seen someone beaten like that before who lived. He said something sir, something that bothered me.”
“What’s that?”
“When I asked him who his parents were he said they didn’t care. When I tried to say they would he shook his head and said that they sold him.”
His captain got a look on his face that he was sure matched his face when he had first heard the words the boy spoke. “Sold him?”
“That’s what he said. I was going to ask him more but he was in far too much pain.”
His captain sighed and shook his head. “I hate these cases Phil, but they are getting more frequent. I do not know how to stop this kind of thing from happening. Our undercover operations are going nowhere.”
The child sex trade had been a growing problem in their city for a few years now. Every case like this disturbed the cops who had to work them and made the city’s police force look worse and worse. “I know captain. I will do my best to get him to talk to me and tell me who bought him. You know how hard it is to get these kids to talk.”
“I know Phil. Can you handle staying here for the night and talking to him when he is out of surgery and awake again?”
“Of course sir. You know I take these cases personally since I have kids myself.”
“I know Phil. Get what sleep you can.”
“Yes sir.” He watched his captain leave and then he went to talk to one of the doctors. “Will he live?”
“I think so. It looks like he was able to curl up enough to keep most of his vital organs from being damaged. His kidneys are bruised but they should heal. He had a broken arm and a broken femur along with three cracked ribs. One of his ears had to be sewn back on as it was almost ripped completely off of his head. I am also sad to say that there is evidence that he was brutalized sexually.”
Phil sighed, “When will he be awake?”
“He should be awake in a few hours but he will still be in quite a bit of pain. Do you have any leads as to who did this?”
“He wasn’t able to tell me before but I hope he will be able to tell me once he wakes up again.”
***
Four hours later Tom woke up. His whole body hurt and he felt tears escaping from the corners of his eyes. He had been treated roughly before, but never like this. Even before his stage days Frank had made sure he wasn’t left with scars that would be too visible. He moved his head slowly towards the door and saw the cop from the alleyway there. “How are you feeling?”
“Shitty.”
Phil smiled slightly, “That’s understandable. So, what did you mean when you said your parents sold you?”
Tom sighed but soon regretted it. He had hoped he had only dreamed he had told the cop that. When he looked into the man’s eyes he was once more reminded of his kind grandfather and said, “When I was… 10. They sold me to… to Frank.”
Phil felt his heart start to pound harder. This was the best lead they had gotten from one of these kids so far. He wrote the name down and then said, “Do you know his last name.”
Tom started to feel nervous and he said, “Protect me.”
Phil understood right away, “You will be protected by the police in every way we can. If this man proves to be dangerous enough we can even send you into the witness protection program after the trial to make sure you’re safe.”
Tom closed his eyes and felt a little bit of hope forming in his heart. He hadn’t felt hope in 6 long years. “Frank Panzerro.”
Phil wrote the name down quickly and then said, “We’ll keep you safe Tom, that much I can promise you. Now rest up and I will make sure two cops are posted outside your door to keep you safe.”
Tom started to shake his head, “No… you.”
Phil’s brow scrunched together when he said, “Why me? I assure you that any of our cops will protect you to the best of their abilities.”
Tom felt fresh tears forming in his eyes as he shook his head again. “No… cops came… there… used me.”
Phil’s eyes opened wide at the boy’s words. At first he wanted to accuse him of lying but the look in the boy’s eyes told him it was the truth. It would explain why they weren’t making any headway with the child slave trade as well. “I… let me call my captain and I will be right back alright?”
Tom nodded and hoped the man believed him. He had told the truth. He knew that some of those cops would do nothing to stop Frank from taking him out of this hospital. They had used him on many occasions and had worked to keep Frank’s operation from being discovered. Tom wasn’t the only child Frank owned. All of the 35 strippers and servers in his restaurant were children he had bought at some point.
When the cop returned 15 minutes later Tom relaxed a bit. The man sat down in the chair next to his bed. Tom managed to say, “Thank… you” despite the fact that he was starting to cry harder.
Phil rubbed his face. He was not happy to give his captain the information about some of their own using this boy but it had to be done. If his captain hadn’t believed him he could have lost his job. He was 35 and the father of twin sons who were now 5 years old and his wife was currently between jobs. If he had lost his job it would have led to really rough times for his family but thankfully his captain believed him. “You’re welcome. My boss believes you and he has started putting together a group of trusted officers who he knows will go after anyone involved with this, even fellow officers.”
“How… does he… know?”
“They are either devoted family men like myself or men who have had children kidnapped. A few even later found their children to be living lives such as your own. These are men hell-bent on ending this madness.”
Tom smiled slightly for the first time since his grandfather had died when he was 6. He started to cry harder which made his ribs feel like they were being crushed all over again. He startled when Phil put a calming hand on his shoulder and started to rub it lightly. He started to relax and leaned towards the man. Phil’s soothing touch soon had him falling asleep. A doctor came in soon after to give him another shot of Demerol for the pain and he was out for the night.
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Keeping Tom
Part One
Tom was up on the stage doing his usual act. He stripped at a club in a seedy part of New York. He was only 16 but the owner of the place didn’t care. He had owned Tom since he was 10. He had spent his first three years with the man being a child prostitute. Once he looked old enough he put Tom up on the stage to strip. None of the money Tom brought in went to him, and he brought in quite a bit of money. His beauty was quite well known in the neighborhood.
When he got down off the stage that night his owner pulled him aside. “There’s a customer who’s paid me big bucks for you to go with him for the night. Go shower, get dressed and meet him behind the building.”
Tom nodded silently and went back to his changing room. His changing room was his home. He wasn’t allowed to leave the building unless his owner told him to. To ensure he stayed at night he was chained to his bed by thick chains. He was only allowed to be unchained when it was time for him to perform. He didn’t feel fear, sadness or even anger about his situation anymore. This was his life and it wasn’t going to change.
He quickly showered and dressed in the only clothes he was allowed to own, tight leather pants and a mesh shirt. It was the middle of winter but he wasn’t allowed a coat because his owner didn’t want to spend that much on him. At first he had been confused that he could be sold into this kind of slavery in America, but he had quickly given in. It was hard to keep fighting when old men forced themselves on you on a daily basis.
He walked out the back door and was quickly pulled into a limo. “Strip” was all he heard from a man he couldn’t see. He followed the order and was quickly sitting nude in the car. He felt the car start moving and looked to see that that the glass divider was up so the driver couldn’t see anything and something told him the driver couldn’t hear anything either. “Bend over the seat.” Once again he followed the order in silence.
He felt the man come up behind him and braced himself for what was to come. The man entered him roughly but Tom didn’t make a sound. He was used to this kind of treatment. After so many years of being treated like this he had thought it would stop hurting but it never did. He just stopped responding. His responses only ever seemed to drag things out. The men he was sent to sleep with now were under contract not to bruise or cut him because he still needed to perform.
Tom bit his lip as the man started to pound into him mercilessly and he felt a warm liquid start to run down his thighs. Damn it. Frank’s not going to be happy about that. If he was still bleeding the next day he wouldn’t be able to perform and that never led to good things for Tom. He heard the man grunt as he came and thought his job was over. “Stay put.”
Tom hadn’t seen the other three men hiding in the shadows of the limo. All three men took their turns with him, each one more brutal than the last. He knew he was going to be bruised after the last guy. The man had held first his shoulders and then his hips so hard that he was sure there would be bruises. What came next he was not expecting. The first man started to cut into his back. He let out a yelp of surprise. This wasn’t supposed to happen.
“Oh, did you think your boss’ little warning would stop us? We can’t let you live. You’ve seen our faces and that won’t do. We are far too important to have you ruin our lives.” The man shoved the knife in deeper into Tom’s back.
Tom clenched his teeth and moaned in pain. This wasn’t good. The car stopped and he was thrown out into a dark alleyway. He was quickly surrounded by all four men who started to kick him brutally. He let only groans and grunts escape his mouth. If he was going to die, he would not give them the satisfaction of hearing him scream like he wanted to so badly. He had heard multiple crunches as bones broke.
After half an hour the men assumed he was dead and got back into the limo and drove away. Tom shivered which only caused him more pain. Everything caused him more pain but he wasn’t able to stay passed out for long because the pain would just wake him again. It was only now that the men were gone that he allowed himself to cry. This was how his pathetic life would end. In a dark alleyway with no one around to care.
***
Phillip was on his way back to the station to check in with his captain before he went home. He was about to take a back alley when he saw something laying in the middle of the alley. At first he thought it was a dog but then his headlights hit it and he saw it was a human. He radioed to the station house to let them know where he was at and he walked towards the person. “Hey, you. Are you alright?”
The man slowly turned his head and looked at him. Phil felt sick when he got closer and saw how badly beaten this man was. His face was bruised so much that even if someone who knew this man saw him they wouldn’t recognize him. One of his arms was broken and the bone was sticking out through the skin. “Just a minute. I’ll radio for help.” He ran back to his car and radioed for an ambulance.
He slowly approached the man again and crouched down by him. “Who did this to you?”
Tom looked at the cop with fear in his eyes. He hadn’t felt fear in years, but he felt it now. If Frank found out he had talked to cops he would surely be dead. He didn’t trust cops either. He had been forced to have rough sex with cops too many times. Cops who didn’t want anyone to know their dirty little secrets. He shook his head slightly and started to shiver even more.
“It’s alright buddy, I swear. You’re safe now.” When the person that he had now seen was really just a boy shook his head he said, “Look, I’m one of the good guys. Just tell me who did this to you.”
When Tom got a look at the cop’s eyes, something made him want to trust the man. His eyes were kind. He hadn’t seen kind eyes since before his parents sold him to Frank. His grandfather had eyes like this man’s. “Don’t… know.”
“Alright, well we’ll try to find them, I promise. What’s your name?”
“Tom.”
“How old are you Tom?”
“16”
“Who are your parents?”
“They… don’t… care.”
Phil raised an eyebrow and said, “Surely they’d care that their son had been brutally beaten and left in an alleyway.”
Tom didn’t know why he did it but he found himself saying. “They… sold… me.”
“Sold you?”
Tom nodded and then winced. “Hurts.”
Phil wanted to know more about this young man’s story but he could tell that right now he needed medical help. He took off his thick coat and wrapped it gently around the boy. “I know, just stay strong. The ambulance should be here soon.”
When the paramedics showed up they examined him and then carefully put him on the stretcher when they decided his spine was not broken. Phil followed them to the hospital where his captain was waiting. “I heard this kid was very badly beaten Phil.”
“He was sir. I haven’t seen someone beaten like that before who lived. He said something sir, something that bothered me.”
“What’s that?”
“When I asked him who his parents were he said they didn’t care. When I tried to say they would he shook his head and said that they sold him.”
His captain got a look on his face that he was sure matched his face when he had first heard the words the boy spoke. “Sold him?”
“That’s what he said. I was going to ask him more but he was in far too much pain.”
His captain sighed and shook his head. “I hate these cases Phil, but they are getting more frequent. I do not know how to stop this kind of thing from happening. Our undercover operations are going nowhere.”
The child sex trade had been a growing problem in their city for a few years now. Every case like this disturbed the cops who had to work them and made the city’s police force look worse and worse. “I know captain. I will do my best to get him to talk to me and tell me who bought him. You know how hard it is to get these kids to talk.”
“I know Phil. Can you handle staying here for the night and talking to him when he is out of surgery and awake again?”
“Of course sir. You know I take these cases personally since I have kids myself.”
“I know Phil. Get what sleep you can.”
“Yes sir.” He watched his captain leave and then he went to talk to one of the doctors. “Will he live?”
“I think so. It looks like he was able to curl up enough to keep most of his vital organs from being damaged. His kidneys are bruised but they should heal. He had a broken arm and a broken femur along with three cracked ribs. One of his ears had to be sewn back on as it was almost ripped completely off of his head. I am also sad to say that there is evidence that he was brutalized sexually.”
Phil sighed, “When will he be awake?”
“He should be awake in a few hours but he will still be in quite a bit of pain. Do you have any leads as to who did this?”
“He wasn’t able to tell me before but I hope he will be able to tell me once he wakes up again.”
***
Four hours later Tom woke up. His whole body hurt and he felt tears escaping from the corners of his eyes. He had been treated roughly before, but never like this. Even before his stage days Frank had made sure he wasn’t left with scars that would be too visible. He moved his head slowly towards the door and saw the cop from the alleyway there. “How are you feeling?”
“Shitty.”
Phil smiled slightly, “That’s understandable. So, what did you mean when you said your parents sold you?”
Tom sighed but soon regretted it. He had hoped he had only dreamed he had told the cop that. When he looked into the man’s eyes he was once more reminded of his kind grandfather and said, “When I was… 10. They sold me to… to Frank.”
Phil felt his heart start to pound harder. This was the best lead they had gotten from one of these kids so far. He wrote the name down and then said, “Do you know his last name.”
Tom started to feel nervous and he said, “Protect me.”
Phil understood right away, “You will be protected by the police in every way we can. If this man proves to be dangerous enough we can even send you into the witness protection program after the trial to make sure you’re safe.”
Tom closed his eyes and felt a little bit of hope forming in his heart. He hadn’t felt hope in 6 long years. “Frank Panzerro.”
Phil wrote the name down quickly and then said, “We’ll keep you safe Tom, that much I can promise you. Now rest up and I will make sure two cops are posted outside your door to keep you safe.”
Tom started to shake his head, “No… you.”
Phil’s brow scrunched together when he said, “Why me? I assure you that any of our cops will protect you to the best of their abilities.”
Tom felt fresh tears forming in his eyes as he shook his head again. “No… cops came… there… used me.”
Phil’s eyes opened wide at the boy’s words. At first he wanted to accuse him of lying but the look in the boy’s eyes told him it was the truth. It would explain why they weren’t making any headway with the child slave trade as well. “I… let me call my captain and I will be right back alright?”
Tom nodded and hoped the man believed him. He had told the truth. He knew that some of those cops would do nothing to stop Frank from taking him out of this hospital. They had used him on many occasions and had worked to keep Frank’s operation from being discovered. Tom wasn’t the only child Frank owned. All of the 35 strippers and servers in his restaurant were children he had bought at some point.
When the cop returned 15 minutes later Tom relaxed a bit. The man sat down in the chair next to his bed. Tom managed to say, “Thank… you” despite the fact that he was starting to cry harder.
Phil rubbed his face. He was not happy to give his captain the information about some of their own using this boy but it had to be done. If his captain hadn’t believed him he could have lost his job. He was 35 and the father of twin sons who were now 5 years old and his wife was currently between jobs. If he had lost his job it would have led to really rough times for his family but thankfully his captain believed him. “You’re welcome. My boss believes you and he has started putting together a group of trusted officers who he knows will go after anyone involved with this, even fellow officers.”
“How… does he… know?”
“They are either devoted family men like myself or men who have had children kidnapped. A few even later found their children to be living lives such as your own. These are men hell-bent on ending this madness.”
Tom smiled slightly for the first time since his grandfather had died when he was 6. He started to cry harder which made his ribs feel like they were being crushed all over again. He startled when Phil put a calming hand on his shoulder and started to rub it lightly. He started to relax and leaned towards the man. Phil’s soothing touch soon had him falling asleep. A doctor came in soon after to give him another shot of Demerol for the pain and he was out for the night.