Caged Diamond 11

A/N Good evening, my friends! Sunday again already! Please read and enjoy! Thank you for all the reviews and favourites and follows. They make me very happy! Until next week!

By the time Kendall arrived back home he felt like he was dead on his feet. He just about made it to the shower to wash off the make-up still on his skin and the sweat from his busy night's work. On the long walk home his mind had still been full of James, replaying his performance over and over, losing himself to another world far away from the grimey backstreets that he wandered through. By the time he was out of the shower and ready for his bed, thoughts of the beautiful brunette were back in his mind with avengence. But he was just too tired to take time to help the filthy thoughts swimming through his mind along. Snuggling under his covers, he soon dropped off to sleep. Within half an hour of slipping into sweet oblivion, Kendall's eyes began to flicker beneath his closed eye-lids.

He was in the club, but it was almost completely empty. A single spotlight shone down onto the stage, illuminating a single chair in the middle. An empty chair. Dry ice drifted across the stage and music filled the air as he walked slowly across the dancefloor towards the stage. He glanced down at himself, he wasn't dressed for work. He was wearing jeans and a black t-shirt, for some reason he was bare-foot and he knew that he was wearing nothing else beneath the denim. Looking back up at the stage, James appeared. Wearing tight black jeans and a black stetson, tilted forward slightly, and nothing else. Kendall stopped dead and stared at him, James lifted his head and stared back, a soft smile on his lips and a glint in his eye. It took a while for Kendall to realise what was different about this James. He wasn't wearing a collar.

Moving towards the front of the stage, he straddled the chair, leaning forward to rest his forearms on the rail at the back. He pushed the brim of the hat up with one finger, still staring into Kendall's green eyes. The music swirled behind him and he lifted his ass from the seat and began to sway to the music, head tilted and a coy look on his face. Kendall felt himself hardening as he watched him begin his performance, a special one, just for Kendall's benefit. He dropped his hips and twisted his body, one hand gripping the back of the chair as he pulled it towards himself, balancing it on the front legs only. Pulling it closer he began to thrust his hips towards the tilted chair, dropping his head back a little and letting a deep sensual moan slip from his lips. Kendall was on the stage in front of him the next moment, this was a dream, anything could happen. James continued grinding against the chair, his moans becoming louder by the second, he smiled at Kendall and licked his lips. Stopping his thrusting he stepped slightly back from the chair and spun it around on one leg, setting it back down on all four facing Kendall.

James strolled round to the front and sat down on the chair, looking up at Kendall, his hazel eyes hooded and dark. Kendall didn't even have to think about it, stepping close he slung one leg over James and settled himself down on the brunette's thighs. His hands rested on the back of the chair behind James and the James placed his own on Kendall's waist which was now bare as his t-shirt had disapeared. Leaning in close Kendall touched his lips to James', brushing against the soft lips again and again before finally capturing his bottom lip between his teeth before plunging his tongue into the boy's mouth. His arms wrapped around James' shoulders, pulling him closer, he felt the hands on his waist slide down and back, settling on his ass and pressing Kendall closer to him. They broke their kiss and Kendall sat up straighter on his lap, looking down between them to where their prominant erections tented their jeans as James began to slowly roll his hips, grinding his hardness against Kendall's. For a while, neither boy could pull their eyes away from the sight, the breathing of both becoming slow and deep. Finally Kendall let out a long, low growl and dropped his head back as he moved in counterpoint to James, increasing the pressure and the growing pleasure in his aroused body. James took advantage of the other boy's exposed throat and began to place light, nipping kisses on the soft flesh. Kendall whined louder and bucked his hips hard against James', eager for more contact, more stimulation. And because this was a dream, that is what he got.

The next moment, they were no longer on the chair on the stage, they were now on a bed. James' bed. The hat had disapeared along with their jeans and now it was Kendall giving soft kisses on James' exposed throat. Even in dreamland he appreciated the fact that James' throat was no longer encased in the thick leather of his collar, but soon his throat was abandoned as he trailed his kisses lower. Over the muscular chest, down across the perfect six-pack and then he reached his goal. Dream James' cock stood hard and proud, inches from Kendall's waiting mouth. He was salivating at the thought of taking that delicious looking apendage between his lips. James rolled his hips again, pushing his leaking tool against the blonde's moist lips. Kendall glanced up at him and let his tongue slip out to taste him. James' cry of pleasure as Kendall firmly licked across his slit filled the air. Fuck! It made the blonde's heart beat so fast hearing the cries and curses slip from those soft lips as he licked harder, then took him deep into his mouth.

Kendall shuddered as he pleasured James, feeling the pressure in his own groin increase. Glancing around himself, still working on James stiff cock like it was a candy-cane, he became aware that their position had changed again, His own cock was now thrust between James' sweet lips, his own hips moving as they coupled in a perfect sixty-nine. His body felt so good! He felt like he was floating, he began to pound into James, throwing his head back to release a cry of ecstacy. Their position changed again. He was tight inside James' virgin ass, his pleasure building quickly as he rammed his cock into the boy harder and harder. And beneath him, James just smiled up at him, an adoring look on his face as he watched Kendall as he sped their bodies towards heaven.

He felt the tightening in the pit of his stomach and arched back hard as his climax hit. He watched as his body released fierce jets of cum over the brunette's torso and groin, moments later James released himself, his cum hitting Kendalls abs and dripping back down onto his own. Kendall collapsed upon him, kissing him hungrily as his body began to relax again. He snuggled close to the brunette, head resting on the boy's shoulder as James nipped at his earlobe and whispered words of love into his ear. Kendall felt so calm. Warm and relaxed, and loved like he had never felt before.

In his quiet bedroom, Kendall's body stilled after the violent trembling that occured when he reached his climax in his sleep. Moving slightly as he subconsciously turned onto his back and drifted deeper into sleep.

Early the next morning, Byron was sitting at the counter in his kitchen with a cup of coffee and his phone in his hand. He was nervous about making this appointment, knowing as he did that Griffin would not take kindly to him contacting a rival club. Especially if he knew the reason why he was doing it. Club Roque was the entire opposite of Twisted Desires. High-class, tasteful and in full view of the passing tourists. In dealt in dinner and entertainment, beautiful dancing girls, cheeky, titilating and fun, plus some pretty damn good vocalists and comedians. Nothing like the nudity,sex and sideline in pain that Twisted Desires offered.

The phone was answered by the manageress who informed him that her name was Kelly Wainwright. He asked for an appointment with the owner as he had a proposition for him concerning his recent announcement that he intended to add male dancers to his mix. In particular, he had mentioned that he wanted artistic pole-dancers and as far as Byron was concerned, there was none better than James. Although she was hesitant when she realised who Byron was, she made arrangements for him to meet with both her and Gustavo at two o'clock Monday afternoon, it meant that he wouldn't be able to take James outside that day, but he was sure that the boy wouldn't mind if it lead to the result that he hoped it would.

Sunday afternoon Byron took both James and Carlos out to the courtyard garden with Kendall to help him and the three teens threw a football around for an hour or so. Byron sat on the chair around the tree with the end of James' chain clutched in his hand. Watching them play like this, like 'normal' boys lifted his mood. Only the obvious odity of James and Carlos' collars and, of course, the long chain that he held, spoiled the normality of the image. As he sat there he thought about the coming meeting and wondered how things would end up if his plans come to fruition. He pulled his attention back to the boys, noting the way that Kendall watched James as he threw the ball to the little Latino. Yeah, freedom from this place would also allow James to find intimacy with another and he was pretty sure that Kendall could be the one for James to explore his freedom with. Freedom from that damn chain too.

Sunday evening was quieter than Saturday. Carlos performed on the poles and also lap-danced for a couple of the VIP's. All went well until they reached that part of the evening that he always dreaded. Jett had been rather pissed that he hadn't been able to abuse the little Latino on the Thursday because he had been pre-booked by Griffin's accountant. The guy was here again tonight, watching Carlos with hungry eyes and the boy had blown kisses to the delighted youth. But unlike Jett, Logan did not have an unlimited amount of money and he himself was not able to pay for VIP access to the boy. Jett was going to take extra pleasure in knowing how much he obviously wanted the Latino, but couldn't have him. Logan watched as Byron walked towards the VIP couches where Carlos was currently sitting astride the lap of an older guy who had been nuzzling and kissing his throat and ear while a shorts-clad Carlos ground his ass against his clothed erection. Byron glanced in Logan's direction and gave a little smile, before continuing towards Jett. Now there was another person that he would gladly let 'play' with one of his boys. It was a shame that the boy wasn't able to purchase more time with Carlos, he was so gentle and Carlos was obviously attracted to him.

Jett smirked in Logan's direction as Carlos gave his client a kiss and took his fee from him and passed it to Byron as the MC led him to his final customer of the night. His heart dropped as he realised that yet again, he would be spending his Sunday night being used and abused by Jett. He supposed that Jett was attractive, but his cruel streak made his physical beauty pale to nothing. He was a sadistic bastard and Byron had long since realised that he never achieved his sexual peak until Carlos was screaming in agony beneath him. He got off on Carlos' pain. Carlos' eyes flashed with fear as Byron took his hand and passed it to Jett, he was never completely sure if he was going to make it through the night alive. At the least, he knew he was going to be in severe pain by the end of the night.

Monday afternoon, after making the excuse that he had a doctors appointment, Byron drove across LA to his meeting with Gustavo and his manageress. Before he left he had checked on his boys, seeing to their lunch and filling Carlos up with more pain-killers as he lay whimpering on his bed. As expected, Jett had taken him hard the night before, he'd also beaten him with a bamboo cane that had left vicious red welts over his ass, meaning that Carlos was unable to lay on his back without crying. It just doubled Byron's determination to get his boys out of that place before either one or both of them ended up dead.

As he entered the plush foyer of Club Roque, hostesses waited to welcome in the guests, his eyes widened as he recognised the girl before him. She may have been dressed in a basque, tiny shorts, high-heels and fishnets but there was no mistaking who it was. Camille, James' little fan-girl that he had lap-danced for on Saturday night. She was equally surprised to see Byron here at her place of work. She kinda hoped he didn't acknowledge her as though most of her friends and collegues were aware that she had an obsession with a male performer, none of them knew who he was or where he worked. Twisted Desires did not have a very good reputation among more reputable establishments. When Byron stopped dead and looked around the plush, greenery filled foyer she took a deep breath and fixed a smile on her face and stepped towards him. Luckily, before she got to him, her boss appeared at he the bottom of the roped off staircase and called to him instead.

Kelly Wainwright was a pretty woman, probably a little older than him, with long wavy hair and coco coloured skin. She shook hands with Byron and introduced herself before leading him up the stairs to Gustavo's office. Gustavo Roque was a rather large, balding man with an almost permenant scowl, but a surprisingly soft heart inside of his hard looking exterior. He looked rather uncomfortable in his suit and wore glasses with amber lenses. Apparently people found him intimidating, but not Byron. He had a boss that killed people, a grumpy man held no fear for him. When they entered his large office, he had his back turned to them, watching out the large window behind his chair at the group of girls dancing for the lunchtime visitors. Kelly gave a polite cough to attract his attention and he closed the blind over the window before turning round in his chair to look Byron up and down.

"Gustavo, this is Byron. He is the MC at Twisted Desires." She told him, guesturing to the tall man beside her, Byron leant forward and offered his hand to Gustavo. Gustavo gave him a disaproving look and growled a reply while hesitantly shaking the proffered hand.

"Oh I know exactly who you are. The question is. What does someone from that hell-hole want with me?" He waved his hand to the chair opposite his and Byron took a seat. Kelly went to leave but her boss stopped her.

"Sit down. let's see what he wants. You do know that we don't inflict pain on our performers, don't you? Or pimp them out to the highest bidder. " Yes, he definitely didn't approve of Twisted Desires. Byron wondered what he was going to say when the MC played his trump card?

"I heard that you were thinking of adding male performers." Byron told him.

"We already have male performers. Two comics and one of the singers are male."

"No. I understand that you want dancers. Guys that can work the poles?" Byron smiled expectantly.

"I don't know who told you that. But yes it is true. We want to add some more variety to the acts. But they will be expected to keep most of their clothes on and none of that moaning and grinding that your performers deal in." He frowned at Byron, did he actually think he would take one of the boys that worked his club here? He had a reputation to uphold.

"We have some very talented performers. Sensual more than sexual, and a little on the cheeky side too, that wouldn't damage the reputation of this place at all. I'm offering you 'The Diamond'. I take it you have heard of him? "

Gustavo raised an eyebrow at that and shared a look with Kelly. "I am aware of him. He is the boy in the cage?" Byron smiled and nodded and reached inside his coat for the pictures he had tucked away there.

"Yes. Have you ever seen him?" It was a long time since they had seen him and it was possible that even if they had seen him they wouldn't connect the dots.

"Can't say that I have. Have you,Kelly?" She shook her head.

"Nope. They do say that he is very pretty. For a boy." Byron shuffled the pictures he held and offered Gustavo a picture of James in his cage on a Saturday night. He was wearing tiny silver shorts and a mask tied over his eyes, barefoot with two silver scarves tied to his wrists and his short shiney chain on full view attaching him to the side of his cage. Gustavo, looked over the picture and passed it to Kelly, he saw her blanch slightly and thought for a second that she had recognised who he was.

"Do they keep him chained like that all the time? I heard that they do." She asked.

"Yes." Byron replied. "That is one of the reason's I want to get him out."

"And how do you propose to do that?" Gustavo enquired. "Griffin's prize performer?"

"Don't worry about that. That is my problem. I just want to know if you would be interested in employing him?" Byron reached for the next photograph. This was one that he had taken, not a professional looking print that the club had had taken. It was of James sitting under the tree in the garden, smiling into the camera for his friend. No costume, No make-up. Just James.

"So you intend to steal him from Griffin and then you'll pimp him out instead?" Gustavo obviously didn't get what Byron wanted to do. He'd have to explain it to him.

"I'm not intending to steal him. I want to free him. But I think he is good at what he does and would be good for your club. He would bring his rabid fans with him!" He laughed at that, then turned to look at Kelly and the way she was studying the picture in her hands.

"Do you recognize him yet?" Byron asked, his voice soft. She frowned at him. There was something familiar about the man in the picture. She thought it was something about the pursed lips and the eyes that showed through his mask.

"Should I?" She asked.

"Oh yes! He remembers you!"

"What?"

Byron decided not to pass her the picture of James in the garden just yet, instead he passed her a picture that he had taken in the first week that James had been at the club. He was sitting on his bed, looking up at the camera with tears in his eyes as Griffin had just had his chain fixed to his collar after he had tried to escape. Byron hated the picture but Griffin liked it because he felt that it showed the power that he had over his 'property'.

Kelly took the picture from him and just stared. Yes, she recognised the fifteen year-old in the picture. Her hand shook as she passed the picture to her boss. Gustavo cursed as he looked at the picture and Kelly looked like she was going to cry herself.

Byron felt awful showing him to her in this way and stared down at his hands before passing her the other picture.

"This one was taken just last week." He told her trying to smile as she snatched that one from his grip, pulling it close to study his face. "He told me that you called him Jamie and that no one else has since he left here. He misses you. Both of you." Gustavo had taken the pictures from Kelly and was studying them both. He suddenly looked angry.

"Griffin has James? He was a baby here. He lived in the club with his mother. She was a good dancer. Where is she? How the fuck did he end up in that place? Your place?" Byron smiled sadly.

"James' mother? Brooke? She left here for a guy? Yeah?" Kelly nodded.

"She said she loved him. I tried to stop her. He was bad news."

"Yeah. He was." Byron sighed. "From what I understand, he got her into drugs and then pimped her out."

"No! What about James?" The big man demanded.

"As far as we know, nothing was ever done to James, aside from doping him to keep him supposedly safe when they were out doing business. Brooke died of an overdose. And her lovely boyfriend tried to pimp James out in the club. When Griffin told him he wouldn't allow him to do that, he sold him to him instead." Kelly looked horrified.

"Has he been touched?" She knew that touching could be the least of someone's problem if they worked for Griffin.

"No. One hundred per cent not. That is kind of the appeal with James with the patrons. He is completely untouched. No one is allowed to be intimate with him."

"Well that is good, anyway." Gustavo decided. Byron didn't think it was. He was pretty sure that Griffin intended to give the boy a pretty nasty ending and keeping him pure was just to make sure that what was done to him at the end was extra horrific.

"So would you at least let him audition for you if I get him out?" He asked and reached for the last picture. "And perhaps his friend? I need to get this boy out too." He passed Kelly a picture of Carlos.

Gustavo leant over to look at the picture with Kelly. "I suppose he is quite attractive."

"He's cute!" Kelly enthused. "But is he talented? We can't just take them because we feel sorry for them you know." Yeah sure!

"Carlos is a good little performer, quite cheeky, but he has good moves."

"What does he do?" Gustavo asked, Byron noticed that he was clutching the picture of fifteen year-old James in his grip still and kept looking at it and brushing his thumb over the boy's tearful face.

"He's a good dancer. Works the poles too, not as good as James at that, but then James is amazing. "

"OK. If you get them out, I'll audition them. They can stay here too if they work for me. But they will be my employees and not my property or whatever shit it is Griffin claims them for." He reached across to shake Byron's hand again and stood to let him know that the meeting was over. "Please keep me up to date with what is happening. I will be in touch with you too. Good bye, Byron. " He went to offer the picture in his hand back to the flamboyant MC, but Byron could see that he really didn't want to give it up. Kelly was still clutching the other two pictures of James and the one of Carlos, smiling down at the face of the boy that had once been so important in her life. When Byron offered her his hand, she thought he was asking for the pictures back and sighed as she held them towards him. Byron smiled and pressed them back at her.

"No. You can keep those if you want. Hopefully next time I'm here I will be bringing him with me. " Kelly smiled and clutched the pictures to her heart and grinned a wide smile at him before taking his hand and squeezing it warmly before shaking his hand. She left the pictures on the desk and came round to walk him back down to the entrance.

Byron walked out into the warm afternoon sunshine and headed back to his car. He turned the radio up loud and drove back to the club to get ready for the evening performance. He felt happy, he had somewhere to take his boys once they were free from Griffin. The only problem now was how exactly was he going to get them away? Give him time and he hoped he would work that one out too. On arriving back at work, he went straight up to check on 'his boys'. James was fine, if a little bored. Carlos was fitfully sleeping through his pain. Byron stood watching over him for a while, soundlessly counting all the bruises and marks on display on his caramel skin. Poor boy.

God, he hoped that he was going to get them out.