A/N: I've slowly been rewriting this, with the help of Chibi-Jinx, and will be getting it back on track A.S.A.P. I will also be working on a new story with my two star boys Alex and Jason that will be closer to my original envision of their life. Chapter two will be up next week. (If I can get off my lazy arse that is)

“Bye Lily,” a very short, pale skinned, black haired boy said to a smiling blond. “I’ll see you on Monday.”

She kissed his blushing check and whispered, “See you Alex.”

His mouth gaping, Alex watched the tall blond as she walked away. He always thought that his four and a half foot status would cause him to stay single, until Lily, being the tallest girl in grade nine, asked him on a date. It was then he discovered that he had his own fan club.

When Lily’s perky butt had rounded a corner, Alex fell out of his daydream and walked…no…practically skipped his way to the orphanage.

The building had been made from a rather old yet large church, and each child had their own room. A man who was about twenty-six ran the building, while a few sweet ladies helped with food, cleaning, and homework. The rule was that each child must be kicked out right after graduation. If a home had not been found by that time, tough luck.

“Alex! Alex!” a little orphan screamed as Alex walked up the stone path to the front door. The little boy was doing a little dance in front of the door, waiting impatiently for Alex to finish climbing the stone stairs.

“What?” Alex asked, his mood immediately ruined by the child’s annoyance.

“Mister Chamberleigh would like to see you,” the little boy squeaked out. Then Alex remembered that this was the orphanage owner’s little messenger. Messages could be sent back and forth with this boy, due to the child’s large amount of energy, and very good memory.

“Tell him I have homework,” Alex hissed, not wanting to be bothered by Johnathan Chamberleigh at the moment.

“He wants to see you NOW!” the boy whined, crossing both arms, and stepping in the way when Alex attempted to enter the building.

“Look. Either you tell him I’m doing homework, and that he can bugger off, or I’ll let him know that I was you that ate all his chocolate cookies. Savvy?” Alex asked, remembering that John always took his word over the little boy’s.

Whining, the child stomped his little foot, and held the door open to let Alex in. “Tell him I’ll meet him in his room when I’m done, kay squirt?” Alex told the kid, watching as he nodded with obedience.

Alex rushed to his room. After reaching it, he threw it open, entered, and then slammed it shut. He fell onto his bed, letting out a frustrated sigh. How was he going to tell Lisa that he was a whore for the orphanage owner? How would she take it? How was Johnathan going to take it when that brat told him he blew him off? Alex was pretty sure the answer was…not very well.

It took Alex about an hour to finish his math and science homework. He then changed into the silk boxers that John had given him and silently left his room. It was dinnertime, and since Alex wasn’t at the table, neither was John. He was most likely in his room waiting patiently for Alex to arrive.

Tiptoeing past the dining hall, Alex then ran, despite the socks he had accidentally left on his feet. After about five minutes he finally stood, panting, in front of the oak door that lead to Johnathan Chamberleigh’s room. He knocked three times, their secret signal, and slowly opened the door.

The room was completely dark, except for the bare candle burning on a desk that stood next to the bed. On that bed, in the centre of the room, was Johnathan Chamberleigh and all his sadistic glory. “You wished to speak to me Mr. Chamberleigh?” Alex asked timidly, slowly and silently shutting the door.

“Lock the door, and come to my bed,” was the reply. And Alex jumped to obey. He locked the door, and scrambled to the bed. “Good boy,” John said, using his index finger to scratch underneath the dark haired boy’s chin. “What’s this I hear that you’ve sold yourself to some one else? And a stupid little blond female at that! You are such an idiot!” John hissed, using his free hand to cup the boys chin, and fix the boy’s gaze on himself.

“She just asked me on a date!” Alex cried, tears forming on his eyes. “It didn’t mean anything!”

“Knowing you, it did Alexander.”

Tears burst forth from the boy’s eyes as he was thrown to the floor. Johnathan stepped off the bed, glaring down at his little sex toy, and brutally stepped on the boy’s crotch. “Take off the boxers, and lay back down on the bed. I’ll be back,” the man growled, sauntering off to the bathroom, the bottom of his bathrobe dragging behind him.

Once the door shut on John’s ass, Alex peeled the boxers off, and climbed back onto the bed. He lay back on the bed, his back cushioned by the blankets, in the centre of the bed. He was lying where John had been before he arrived. Covering his crotch with both his hands, he looked towards the bathroom door with tear-blurred eyes. After about a minute his eyes reverted to the ceiling, and he hummed, waiting for the sadistic man to return.

It was five minutes later that John returned, naked and carrying rope. The boy watched silently as his arms were tied to the posts at the head of the bed. He lightly kissed the man’s stomach, hoping he’d be spared from a painful punishment. “Alex,” the man said, sitting on his feet above Alex’s crotch. “Do you remember when you were ten, you swore you were going to be mine and mine only from then on? And if you broke that promise I could punish you as badly as I wanted?” he interrogated the teenager, baring his sharp canines.

“Yes, Mr. Chamberleigh.” Alex spoke like a robot. The boy did not even flinch when a knife that somehow appeared on the table, was dragged lightly across his stomach. The boy was used to pain and torture by now…at least he hoped. “Just please don’t hurt me,” he whispered hoarsely, struggling against his restraints when the man grinned at him sadistically.

He whimpered as the knife the man held was raised threateningly higher, and nervous sweat was visible on his forehead. The man began to make random swipes on the boys writhing body. Alex cried out in pain. He could take spanking, he could take whipping, he could take rape, but this was true torture. It was like Johnathan Chamberleigh had pierced his right nipple just a few weeks ago. God it hurt like a bitch and it was still tingling.

“Stop it!” the boy screamed, not caring now who heard him. “Please stop it! I’ll do anything Mr. Chamberleigh, just stop hurting me!” he begged, taking in deep breaths as the man set the knife down on the bed side table.

“You must have forgotten Alex,” Mr. Chamberleigh hissed in the teenager’s ear, his voice hoarse with lust, and yet still angry. “You are MINE! NO ONE ELSE’S! Do you understand? Also, please remember to call me John when we’re alone.” The man smiled sadistically. Had it been any other day, and not a situation so serious, Alex would have immediately piped up saying, “Whoa dude! Major mood swing! Are you having your period?”

“Y-yes…John,” he stuttered, his voice slightly squeaky. He was hyperventilating with fear from the man’s yelling. All that was left in the child was a whimpering ball of flesh, far off from his original state. The boys tear blurred eyes widened as his tormentor reached for the candle.

He choked as the candle hovered over his stomach, and the only thought that ran through his head was “Oh shit…”

His mind was filled with unbearable pain as a palm size drop of hot wax landed just below his belly button. It felt as if his flesh was on fire, and he had to bite his lip to hold back the scream bubbling up. The man threatened to drop more wax on him, sniggering evilly, a sadistic grin still planted on the his mouth. Fearfully, he struggled against the restraints, and finally let out a heart-wrenching scream as the candle was flicked over his chest. Some wax had even landed on his wounds, and face, which caused more tears to stream from his face.

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! I’ll tell her to call the date off tomorrow, just stop it!” the boy cried as he struggled to be out of reach from the candle.

“Is my Alex going to be a good boy now?” Johnathan Chamberleigh cooed, gently massaging the boy’s stomach.

Alex yawned, calming down slightly. “Yes! Yes! Alex will be a good boy! ...Mmmmh I’ll be good…” he muttered tiredly. Fighting with John always made him so terribly tired. He probably would not make it back to his room.

Droopy eyed, he watched as the candle was set back in its rightful place. Slowly, while under close surveillance of the boy, John undid the restraints on the boy’s arms. John slowly moved backwards, caressing the boy’s stomach as he went, and sat at the boy’s feet. “Come here, Alex,” he said with unusual gentleness, motioning the boy over with one finger.

Cautiously, the boy sat up and crawled over, growing more suspicious of the naked man every second. Every event with the man playing, and playing in his mind, telling him to run for the bedroom door or he’d be hurt. It was too late. He rested his hand down in front of the man’s crotch, turning his blushing face away from the erection. He felt a pair of hands lift him up, and when he was place onto John’s lap, he squirmed fearfully, letting out a little squeaking sound of distress.

John rested a finger on the boy’s lips and Alex tensed up. He knew his punishment was supposed to be over, but could never tell when it came to John. The man was a tricky bastard, and did not deserve Alex’s trust. Why did fate let him become an orphan? Hoping the worst was over; he tried to calm himself down as he nuzzled the man’s chest.

“Eeep!” Alex squeaked, as he was thrown onto his back and pushed hard into the blanket. The six-foot man stood towering over him, sneering as Alex gave a pathetic attempt at fighting back. But the boy was too tired, and John was too strong. Either way, escape was impossible.

Tears formed in Alex’s eyes for about the third time that night as a burning feeling went through his tiny form. The tip of John’s member entered his tight hole, and he screamed with all his heart. The man’s nails dug into his back, forcing the tears to pour from the poor boy’s eyes. He sobbed as the man’s member pushed in slowly until it was in all the way.

“I HATE YOU!” Alex screamed, his voice echoing like and ancient tune in the man’s right ear.

Because of the winter months, Alex had been forced to seek shelter, but he was slowly getting used to his new surroundings. Being cooped up in the orphanage for so long had kept him from getting to know the outside much at all.

But that was the least of his worries. Alex hated living in the shelters; he hated the nightmares he’d have about the rapes; the way he’d wake up screaming… He would always end up being kicked out for disturbing others’ sleep.

Orphaned since he was five and tortured every day until graduation, he had to learn to be independent. All of his family had been killed, except his two step fathers and four brothers’, but Alex did not know where they lived. He would be with them right now, if he knew their location…if only he knew where they were. He could not live with them because neither of them had adopted him, and neither were his legal guardians. Also, he had moved orphanages after terrorizing the owner of the fist one, so they had probably lost him in the confusion.

Deep, dark emerald green eyes blinked rapidly as the young man slowly woke up from his slumber. He slowly looked around the building to find it empty, except for a few volunteers. His eyes fell on one in particular, who stood over him, glaring down at him angrily.

“What?” he asked rudely, feeling his pockets to make sure everything was there. Alex blew his chin length, pitch-black hair out of his face and looked out the windows, seeing that it was morning. So he’d survived yet another night…

“You seem to be a real screamer boy,” the lady said, continuing to glare down at him. “It’s clean-out time. Don’t come back until you resolve that screaming problem.”

Alex sighed, standing to reveal his full six-foot height, and looked down at the short plump woman. Just great, another shelter he’d been banned from. It would also be yet another night he would be sleeping on the cold cement ground of an alley, trying to figure out his next destination.

Sniffing in disgust, the woman backed up, obviously intimidated by Alex and how he towered over her. Her eyes kept pinned on him like those of a hawk’s, watching closely as he grabbed his duffel bag. The young man snorted, rummaging through the back to see if he had all of what little possessions he owned.

“Brush, check; razor, check; soap, check; clothes, check,” his mind recited as he scratched his check, the tiny hairs of a growing beard irritating him slightly. “Man, I really need to wash up,” was the thought that followed. He thought he’d killed his conscience, but it sounded like it still was there…that damn little nagging voice in the back of his head.

They glared at each other as he changed. He was practically ripping off his green striped golf shirt, replacing it with a black t-shirt. On the front of the tee was “Fuck you!” in bloody printing.

He then pulled out a small mirror, using it to check if all piercings’ were present. “Nose, check; lower lip, check; tongue, check; ear, check” Everything was there. So he grabbed his duffel bag and headed to the exit.

“And don’t come back!” the lady yelled after him.

Alex just continued walking, wondering for a moment why in the world he kept the dirty, old, ripped up shirt he was wearing. Oh, right, that would probably be because of the large devil smiley holding up its middle finger on the back. Always shocked people…

“Oh, fuck you, too!” Alex called back, not even bothering to turn around as he held his left middle finger up over his shoulder in the lady’s direction.

“These young ones just don’t know how to respect others,” the lady muttered, shaking her head.

“I may be young, Miss, but I’m not your average teen. I’m not like everyone else around here; I haven’t had a family since I was five, and I’ve gone through more than most people in this place could handle, so excuse me that I’m not all too respectful to a bunch of judgmental assholes,” Alex growled. “If you were smart, you’d stop being so judgmental to everyone who walks through these doors.”

“Don’t be too hard on these people,” a mother said, holding her sleeping baby to her chest.

“Yeah, I’ll start being nice to them when they’re nice to me,” Alex muttered to himself.

“Just so you know, many of them are forced to help us,” she said, looking up at him.

“I know…” Alex whispered as he walked outside. The late December air chilled his skin and made him shiver. “Okay,” he thought to himself, “one: I need money; two: no place equals no job… Alex, it’s time to start thieving again.”

To his luck, at a newsstand, he spotted another column on the assistant manager of the most popular club in town, “Moon Light Magic.”

“Bingo!” Alex hissed like a predator to its prey. He made sure no one was looking, and grabbed the newspaper.

“And how will you be paying for that?” a mousy man behind the newspaper stand asked. Alex jumped and stared wide-eyed at the man that had seemingly just appeared behind the cash register.

Shaking his head, he sighed and asked, "How much?"

"Fifty cents since you look like you don't have much."

Alex smiled inwardly and pulled out what little change he had in his pocket. He handed the man a one-dollar coin said, “Keep the change; you’re the nicest person I’ve seen in days.”

Alex walked off, and the man glowed with pride, knowing that he’d helped someone, and not only that, but made his day.

The eighteen-year-old walked down the sidewalk, scanning the newspaper, trying in vain to find the address of the old man. When he got to the end of the street, he leaned against a wall, deep in thought. His nose was right in the newspaper.

Alex set his stuff down and continued to scan the article desperately, hoping that the address had not been left out. “Aha!” he sneered, poking the address in the column. He let out a breath he hadn’t known he’d been holding.

“I’m so going to be off the streets in no time!” He leaned against a wall, mentally mapping out the streets, addresses, and buildings, trying to find the old man’s house.

Pedestrians, and the odd kid in the back of either their parent’s or sibling’s car, and others stared at him as he eyed the newspaper; his height and dirtiness intimidating them and causing them to keep their distance. The ones in the vehicles jumped in either fear or shock; or gave him dirty looks or bared their teeth like animals. He didn’t care; he knew they were watching, they were always watching…

Whether it was just the truth, or his paranoia talking, Alex knew one thing: When he got off these streets, he was going be nicer to people in his situation, unlike those damn high society people.

Alex let out an evil snicker after a moment. “Finally,” he said when he’d mapped the location. He picked up his belongings, knowing roughly, if not exactly, where his target’s house was.

It started as a walk, upped into a jog, until he was running at full speed to the man’s house. He would steal a few hundred dollars worth, some to rent an apartment, the rest to find his family. Lady luck was looking up at him. All he needed to do was find the easy route in, and out.

His walk only took about 15 minutes, considering the load he had to carry, that was well done. His stomach growled at him with anger, and hunger, but he chose to ignore the ache. Alex sat next to the garbage bin in the alley next to his target’s location. When he had arrived he quickly stashed his belongings behind the huge metal bin, and sat waiting patiently. He did not need to worry because pick up was not until Wednesday. He knew that because he had thieved in this area before. There were walls around the house, protecting the inhabitants. Most likely only the house had alarms, not the walls. The walls appeared to be about ten feet tall, meaning they were well over Alex’s height.

He knew the owner had just left when a small vehicle whirled out from a back entrance of the house and nearly ran over Alex. “Watch where you’re fucking going bastard, you nearly fucking ran over me!” He yelled at the open window.

All Alex received was hot coffee all over himself, and the man muttering “fucking hobos’” before speeding off. Alex stuck his middle finger up at the leaving vehicle, shaking his clothing to dry it off. Gladly the man was in too much of a rush to put his vehicle in reverse and start a fight with Alex.

Just ten minute before the man nearly ran over him, he had heard a door slam, he wondered why because the man appeared to be in a cheery mood until Alex cursed at him. “It must’ve been the wind.” Was Alex’s only thought on the topic. He then turned back to the task at hand and groaned. He still had to find a way to get past the damn wall!

He paced near the wall, eyeing it with frustration, and then tried his luck with the back entrance. He walked around the building, and approached the back gate. He tried his luck with climbing over the decorated metal contraption, and was nearly over until his foot slipped and he fell hard onto his rear. He was right back where he started. “Fuck!” He hissed, rubbing his aching ass. He glared at the metal, but knew it was his only hope…anyway, the front entrance would be too obvious, and he would be easily caught by a pedestrian that knew the man. Also this guy was one of those ritzy assholes, or celebrity status person, who had one of those contraptions where you spoke into a box, and if the person in the building recognized you they would press a button and presto you are in.

Being the stubborn type, Alex decided to make another attempt. He picked up one leg, and began climbing. This time his pants caught on one of the leaf designs, and he tugged, loosing his grip he fell scraping his arm in the slide. He made close to four more pathetic attempts, and on the fifth one, he made it. He was at the top of the gate, grinning like a madman at his victory…but his victory was short lived. His foot caught in the gate and he fell, face first onto the cement drive way.

“Fuck!” he hissed, gently soothing his slightly torn up face. He reached up and touched his chin, then the rest on his place facial skin. Luckily it was only his chin that was wounded. He had only received a little scrap, and that was all. Happily, no one was home to hear his banging around in what appeared to be the back yard. During his scan of the article, he had discovered the man had a deathly allergy to dogs. It was good for Alex because Mister Chamberleigh loved them…enough to sic them on Alex if the boy was bad.

He decided to stay in the back yard, sitting on the grass, he watched the house closely waiting for night fall to come. He stared up at the building, scanning each window. The house had two above ground stories, and what appeared to be a basement. To his dismay, the only open window was the one on the top level, so he would have to find a way of climbing up there.

He sat down, beneath a closed window to the kitchen. He was hungry, and he had missed break fast at the shelter due to his deep slumber. He rested his head against the stone wall of the house, and closed his eyes for a little rest. He was soon fast asleep. What Alex did not know, was soon after he had closed his eyes, a light in the kitchen had been flicked on by someone. There was someone rummaging through the kitchen.

Alex’s eyes flickered open for the second time that day, he then jumped noticing it was dark and the moon was full over head. He scrambled to his feet, looking up. He back up, until his back collided with the wall, and ran at the building. He jumped when he was about a metre away from the house, and his hands touched the top of the first level window. He reached out for the second story balcony, and hauled himself up over the railing. “I feel like a regular Romeo. So where for art thou Juliet?” He thought, snickering. “Juliet is the money baby.”

He walked though the open glass doors, marveling at the delicate designs etched into them. He walked to the door of what seemed to be the master bedroom, and slowly opened it. He slowly tiptoed around the upper level, checking each room for any sign of loot. Sadly there appeared to be none. Hopefully the man did not store his money in a safe, or a bank. Alex was not into doing high paying crimes of that kind.

After about thirty more minutes of scrounging about, he decided there was no money in any of the rooms. He walked towards the stairs, and tiptoed down each one. He had not checked the article for any sort of mistress or lover, and just wanted to be safe. Hopefully and sort of maid or cook was at their own home, and the lover had left with the man.

He walked into what appeared to be the kitchen, and inspected the place for a second before leaving and walking into what seemed to be the living room. In the centre of the room was a wide screen T.V., and with its back to Alex was a long, black, luxurious, leather couch. Alex slowly entered the room, gazing around it’s stylish interior with awe, he only just noticed he had company. On one end of the couch, there was a head of platinum blond hair, on the other side a pair of slender feet peeked out encased in crimson red stilettos.

“Fuck!” Alex hissed at himself, mentally slapping himself for letting his guard down. “I seriously should have looked over that article more thoroughly. I should have suspected that a rich guy like him would have a pretty little doe waiting for him at home.”

He tiptoed up to the back of the couch, and looked over to see who the “pretty little doe” this guy had rounded in. He found a tall, sleeping, blond, wearing a black feather boa, brown boxers, and a beer bottle in hand. “Correction, he has a pretty little buck waiting for him.” Alex piped, noticing that the little blond had a flat chest. The young man also appeared to be about Alex’s age. He slowly circled the couch, the blond seeming to intrigue him. “This is a first time. Probably was drinking his sorrows away while dancing to Britney Spears before he fell asleep.” He commented.

He fell onto one knee next to the boy, and brushed some hair from the young man’s face. He noticed a few piercings and was tempted to see if the boy had blue eyes like most blonds’ do. He took back his hand, and continued his inspection of the young blond. He grabbed one of the boy’s hands and snorted at the sight of numerous cuts along the arm, and a few were even on his upper arms. He blushed slightly when he felt a betraying part of his body twitch at the sight of this broken boy.

Ignoring it, he inspected the wounds closely, noticing how the seemed to be carelessly done. “Looks like you’ve been a busy boy. Now why would a pretty little buck like you have the desire, or need, to hurt himself?” He whispered, bending over the boy more so he could have a closer look at the young man’s face. It seemed the longer he knelt there staring at this fascinating creature.

Then, the blond moaned, he had somehow sensed that Alex was close to him. Alex backed up a bit to give the blond some space. He was lucky he did that because the boy’s slender arms darted out and began a somehow seductive stretch above the crown of blond hair. Alex jumped at the moving limps, swallowing hard. He stood still, the blonds somehow held him in a trance…which he did not mind. He stared at the flushed face, watching as a pair of bright, silvery, sky blue eyes fluttered open. The sleep dazed eyes then flew open, wide with fear, when they noticed Alex kneeling there next to him. Both boy’s stared at each other; silvery sky blue, meeting dark emerald green. Both were silent; one trembling and afraid, the other curious and stock still.

“P-please don’t hu-hurt me” the blond stuttered nervous with fear. He had broken the silence, and brought Alex back to reality. Reaching out, he gently stroked the trembling boy’s cheek, feeling guilty for scaring the poor thing. Watching as fearful eyes slowly drooped, in content.

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Previews of coming attractions: You all get to meet the blondie, and a peek into the blondie's day. Also, you get to me Mr. Richie who Alex was planning on robbing.