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Review #1

Escort's name: Brad

Location: Long Beach

Age: 18?

Month and year of your date: June 2001

Where did you find him? Street

Internet address: no

Escort's email address: none

Escort's advertised phone number: not advertised, but try

310-837-6112 Rates: I gave him $200 Did he live up to his physical

description? Did he live up to what he promised? Height: 5'11"? Weight:
150 lbs.? Facial hair: no Body hair: pubes only

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Hair color: blond (dyed)

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: 6 inches?

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: couldn't tell

Does he smoke? yes

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: not sure

Kisser: yes

Has he been reviewed before? no

Rating: recommended (see review)

Hire again: no (see review)

Handle: bigman60

Submissions: this is my seventh review

URL for pics: no

Experience: There are usually a few street hustlers working the blocks
around a local bar here in Long Beach called Pumpers. That's where they
like to hang out and play pool between tricks. It's a pretty sad scene, so I
couldn't believe my eyes when I saw this beautiful, skinny kid with a
backpack who told me his name was Brad. He didn't look a day over
fourteen, but his ID said 18 so I'll let it stand at that.

I took him back to my place. He was very quiet and didn't seem to want to
talk. He wouldn't give me a price or say what he was into. He also had a
slight twitch where he'd crane his neck and open.his mouth. I took that to be
a drug reaction

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since he was obviously on something. There were warning signs

everywhere but Brad was so hot that I just ignored them. I'm glad I did, but
keep reading.

He asked if I had any alcohol. I thought he was high enough already, but he
said he had to be 'fucked up to do it.' So I gave him some whiskey and he
proceeded to get quite drunk but not loud and obnoxious. If anything he got
even quieter. He still wouldn't talk money or specifics. He gave me the
impression that whatever I wanted to do and pay him was fine. After about
thirty minutes of steady drinking, I decided to make a move.

Here's the thing. The sex was unbelievable. Brad will do anything as far I
can tell, but he's definitely a bottom. He never got hard, but he sure acted
like he was into it. He has the hottest, sweetest little ass, especially if you
like them a little used like I do. I must have eaten out his hole for an hour. I
got four fingers inside him. I couldn't fuck him hard and deep enough. I
spanked him, and not softly either. I pinched and twisted the hell out of his
nipples. Nothing fazed him. All the time his cute boy face looked at me
with his mouth wide open and made these sounds like he was scared to
death and turned on at the same time. I came twice, first in his mouth and
then up his ass. I should say that I never practice unsafe sex, but I just
couldn't help it. I'm HIV-, however.

Here's where the problems started. He didn't want to stop. It's like he
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he was in. I was afraid he'd lost his mind. It was very spooky. I didn't know
what to do with him. I let him sleep over because he didn't seem dangerous,
but I fell asleep to the sound of him whimpering and thrashing around. I left
$200 for him on the dresser, and when I woke up, he and the money were
gone. There was a note from him with his phone number on it saying to
please call him or tell my friends about him. Overall, it was great, but once
is enough for me.

You: I'm a middle-aged, overweight top into teenaged street trade, the cuter
and skinnier the better.

Review #2

Escort's name: Brad

Location: Long Beach

Age: 18 (LOL)

Month and year of your date: June 2001

Where did you him? on this site

Escort's advertised phone number: 310-837-6112

Rates: whatever you want to pay him. I gave him $150

Did he live up to his physical description: yes!

Did he live up to what he promised: fuck, yes

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Weight: 145 lbs?

Facial hair: no

Body hair: no

Hair color: blond

Eye color: green

Dick size: don't care

Cut or uncut: don't care

Thickness: don't care

Does he smoke? yes

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: out

Kisser? don't care

Rating: what do you think?

Hire again? fuck, yes

Handle: llbean

Submissions: this is my first review

Experience: The earlier review of Brad seemed too good to be true, but I
called him anyway It turned out to be the phone number of a homeless
shelter in Long Beach. I left a message for Brad not expecting to hear back,
but he called me a few hours later. He sounded unfriendly and bored on the
phone, but I told him what I was into and he said that was fine. I offered to
call him a taxi, but he said he wanted to walk. It must have been a good ten
mile walk to my house from that location, so I figured right then that he was
a little strange. He arrived maybe two and a half hours later. I

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opened the door and couldn't believe my eyes. He seriously looks about
fourteen, and they don't get any cuter.

Brad looked and smelled like he hadn't showered for a while, but from the
earlier review I'd expected as much. I personally like my boys a little lived
in. I met him at the door with a bottle of Jack Daniels, and he just took off
the cap, and chugged about half of it down while I stripped him. He has a
very tight, adolescent looking body with long, skinny arms and legs, and the
smallest ass and about twelve pubic hairs. The earlier review stated Brad
was spooky, and he has some mental problems for sure, but I'm not into
being some kid's father, so I could care less.

I don't have the space to go into everything we did, so I'll cut to the chase.
Brad let me handcuff him to my bed and I went to work on his ass. I gave
him a good finger stretching then started burying bigger and bigger dildos
in his ass. I got a fat, two foot long dildo all the way inside and he let me
churn and pound that ass like I was making butter. The whole time, he
screamed like he was dying, but his dick was always rock hard. When I
finally got around to fisting him, his hole was so hot that I came within a
minute, then sucked the sweetest, biggest load of come out of him that I've
ever tasted.

It was clear that he could have gone on all night if I'd wanted. I did have to
order him to leave, and he was very out of it and acting pretty strange. But
let me tell you, he's worth it. I'll be hiring him again for sure.

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You: Leather daddy type, mid-50s, into restraints and heavy anal sex with
young looking bottoms.

Review #3

Escort's name: Brad

Location: Long Beach

Age: 18?

Month and year of date: July 2001

Where did you find him: on this site

Rates: not applicable

Height: 5'9"

Weight: 130 lbs.

Facial hair: no

Body hair: no

Hair color: brown

Eye color: blue

Dick size: don't know

Cut or uncut: don't know

Thickness: don't know

Does he smoke? yes

Top, bottom, versatile? don't know

Rating: not applicable

Hire again: not applicable

Handle: JoseR72

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Submissions: This is my seventeenth review

Experience: Call me a caretaker if you want, but after reading Brad's

reviews, I couldn't help but feel concerned about this troubled young man,
and angered by the callousness with which the previous reviewers have
treated him. I work in the mental heath industry in Orange County, not far
from Long Beach. I made an appointment with Brad in order to encourage
him to seek treatment, although he didn't know my intentions until we met.

Regular visitors to this site know that I'm not against hiring escorts. I will
even admit that Brad is my type and that meeting him involved a high
degree of self-control on my part. Something the previous reviewers are
right about is that he's extraordinarily cute. Brad is one of the cutest twinks
I've ever seen in fact. I don't know how a boy as cute and young as Brad
ended up in the low end of his profession, but it's wrong to exploit him. He
deserves better.

I had a long talk with Brad. It took him a while to open up to me, but he
did. My knee-jerk diagnosis is that Brad is probably schizophrenic with an
untreated chemical imbalance. He might also be suffering from a mild
neurological disorder, as evidenced by the physical tics that the first
reviewer mentioned. He allowed me to drive him to the facility where I
work and enroll him in an outpatient program. I set him up to live at the
home of a female acquaintance of mine. He is no longer at the phone
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here and with any luck, you have heard the last of him. Shame on you.

You: Hispanic male in my late 30s.

Brad responds: Don't believe this guy. He's a prick. I have a new number.
It's 310-666-9876. Call me if you're a generous man. I'm up for anything. I
need a place to live too. This guy's a fucking prick. I don't need help. He's a
liar. I'm writing this on his computer. What does that tell you? Guys like
him are the worst. They promise you shit and they don't mean it. Don't call
me if you're like him.

Webmaster's message: My repeated attempts to contact JoseR72 and have

him confirm this review have been unsuccessful. Until further notice, I
strongly advise all of you to stay clear of Brad.

Review #4

Escort's name: Brad

Location: Los Angeles

Age: 18

Month and year of your date: July 2001

Where did you find him: this site

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Escort's advertised phone number: pager 310-666-9876

Rates: $500 overnight

Did he live up to his physical description: yes

Did he live up to what he promised: no

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 130 lbs

Facial hair: no

Body hair: pubes

Hair color: dirty blond

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: 6 inches

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: less than medium

Does he smoke? not with me

Top, bottom, versatile? total bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: Out with me

Kisser: yes

Rating: not recommended

Hire again: no

Handle: bizeeb7

Experience: I read the warning on Brad, but I was in the LA area on

business and decided to take a chance. I called the number expecting a
pager but Brad answered. Despite what has been said about him, he was
quite talkative, too talkative if anything. I suspected he was on drugs at the
time, but in retrospect I think he was in the manic phase of
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whatever mental illness he is suffering from. I offered to pay for his taxi
ride to my hotel near the LAX airport, and he said he wasn't far away and
would leave immediately. I waited for him in front of the hotel for more
than two hours, then gave up and went to sleep after trying to reach him by
phone with no luck.

At about 3:30 in the morning I was woken up by a call from the lobby
saying a young man was here to see me. I asked the concierge if there was a
taxi waiting, and he told me there was. I asked him to pay the driver and
charge it to my bill and send the young man up to my room. Big mistake.
When I let Brad in, he was in a very agitated state. He wanted alcohol but I
told him there was none in the room, and that room service was closed. He
seemed extremely upset by this and sat on the bed and began crying. I was
half-asleep, naked, frightened, and wondering what the hell I'd gotten
myself into. I suggested that we go try to find an open liquor store, but he
said no. I offered to call him a taxi and even pay him the full, agreed upon
amount if he wanted to leave, but that just made him even more upset. He
started saying, 'Don't you like me,' and things like that, which I have to
admit I found rather heartbreaking.

I didn't know what to do, but I told Brad that he could go ahead and get
undressed and that we'd give sex a shot. I really wasn't in the mood, but I
thought he might be carrying a knife or something, so it was more of a
safety precaution at that point. When I said that, he calmed right down,

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and took his clothes off, and even made a few jokes about how crazy he'd
been acting. Like the other viewers said, Brad is an extremely cute boy.
Without his clothes on, he took my breath away, if it weren't for his height,
I'd guess from his body he was no older than thirteen or fourteen. He has a
slim, slight build with tiny nipples and the most precious little ass. It was
just too arousing, and I decided that I had to indulge myself a little.

Brad didn't so much suck my cock as open his mouth and let me pound his
throat as deep and hard as I wanted. Previous reviewers mentioned Brad's
poor hygiene, and while he certainly wasn't the cleanest escort I've ever
been with, he smelled and tasted like a boy should. Rimming him seemed to
drive both of us out of our minds. As soon as I started eating his hole, he
had almost what seemed like a seizure. His whole body spasmed violently,
and his mouth opened wide, and his eyes rolled back in his head. It sounds
frightening, and it was, but it was also incredibly hot to see a boy that cute
lose control. I knew from the earlier reviews that Brad could be barebacked,
and that's a huge fantasy of mine, so I fucked him condom-free and had two
orgasms inside him before I felt too exhausted to continue. Still, I was
dying to taste his come. He was still seizing and shaking all over, so I
jerked him off and felched his hole until he shot, then licked up his
delicious load.

As soon as Brad came, his seizure seemed to come to an end. He was

drenched in sweat, and looked disoriented and

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exhausted. I suggested we get some sleep, as I was very spent by that point.
That's when things suddenly went bad very fast. Brad started yelling and
screaming at the top of lungs that I was a sicko who'd had unsafe sex with
him against his will. He was out of control, and soon enough there was a
loud knock at my door. It was the hotel's manager and a couple of
employees. He took one look at us and told me to either get the boy out of
the hotel immediately or I would have to leave. I asked him to call Brad a
taxi and that I would have the boy downstairs ready to leave in a minute,
and he agreed and left. (God knows what would have happened if the
manager hadn't been gay!) Brad continued to scream at me, one minute
saying he was sorry and to please let him stay, and the next minute telling
me he was going to tell the police I raped and tried to kill him. I just kept
begging him to get dressed and leave, and he finally did, but not before
calling me every terrible name in the book.

The nightmare didn't end there. About a half an hour later he started calling
my cell phone, begging me to come get him, and that he didn't know where
he was, and that he was scared. I tried to reason with him, but he got more
and more upset, threatening to kill himself. He told me there was someone
who wanted to kill him, and that if I didn't come get him, he was going to
go over to this person's house and let himself be killed, and that he didn't
want to die, but he was afraid he would do that if I didn't stop him. After
about five calls from Brad, I turned my phone off. I don't

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know if he's alive or dead, or if he was just trying to fuck with my head. I've
never had anything like this happen to me in all my years of hiring escorts,
and I thought I should warn others interested in Brad that, as cute as he is,
he is definitely not worth it.

You: Asian-American man in my early 30s, like to try new things, into
young guys, generally a top.

Review #5

Escort's name: Brad

Location: Los Angeles

Age: let's just say 18

Month and year of your date: ongoing

Where did you find him: here

Internet address: [email protected]

Escort's email address: [email protected]

Escort's advertised phone number: 310-655-0033

Rates: Available on request

Did he live up to his physical description? if you hurry

Did he live up what he promised? and more

Height: 5'10 1\2"

Weight: currently 150 lbs.

Facial hair: no

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Body hair: no

Hair color: dishwater blond

Eye color: aquamarine

Dick size: 6 inches

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: medium

Does he smoke? not anymore

Top, bottom, versatile? bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: In or out

Kisser: depends

Rating: highest

Hire again: ongoing

Handle: brian

Submissions: This is my first

URL for pics: no

Experience: I read with great interest the most recent review on Brad. I
believe I'm the man Brad mentioned who "wants to kill him." Let me
explain something to you all. Both of my parents died of brain tumors.
After reading the first three reviews of Brad, I was convinced that his
physical and behavioral problems were the result of an undiagnosed brain
tumor. I arranged a date with him, but instead of bringing him back to my
place for sex, I took him to a hospital and paid for him to have a series of
tests to see if I was right. It turns out that Brad does have an advanced,
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the tumor within the next six months. That night I moved him into my
house and he has been living here off and on for the past few weeks. I am
paying for all of his medical bills, as well as his day to day expenses. He is
on a medication that greatly reduces the severity and frequency of his
seizures, although the side effects cause him to be very fatigued and
irritable. For two days earlier this week, Brad went off his medication and
disappeared, and this is when and how the previous reviewer had the date
with Brad that he described. Brad is now home and on his medication again
and doing as well as could be expected.

Before you decide that I'm a saint, I should explain that my all time fantasy
is to murder a boy during the sex act. I've had sex with a number of boys
who were perfectly willing to be killed, but something always stopped me
from going all the way. Brad provides me with the ideal situation, and,
except for our disagreement earlier this week, he is also sexually aroused by
what we both have agreed will happen. If all of this seems hard to believe,
maybe it would help to know that in addition to his fatal condition, Brad
suffers from severe bipolar disorder. He grew up in foster homes and has
been emotionally, physically, and sexually abused his entire life. He will tell
you himself that since he moved in with me, he has felt security and
contentment for the first time.

When the day comes that he is so disabled that sex with him is no longer
exciting to either one of us, I am going to end his suffering. In the
meantime, I will allow him to do

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escort work on a limited basis. Anyone interested in seeing Brad can email
or phone me, and arrangements will be made.

You: none of your business

Webmaster's comments: On July 16, reviewer JoseP72 was found severely

beaten in his apartment. He remains in a coma. While there is no evidence
to suggest that Brad is responsible, I nonetheless urge you to stay away
from Brad. However, due to your overwhelming interest in the Brad saga, I
will continue to post any reviews and updates that come in. Let me also say
that because "Brian" has never posted on this site before, and because a new
review of Brad that I will post in the morning throws the veracity of
"Brian's" post into question, his claims should be taken with a grain of salt.

Review #6

Escort's name: Brad aka Steve

Location: Long Beach

Age: 20?

Months and year of your date: July, 2001

Where did you find him? Pumpers

Rates: $400

Did he live up to his physical description?

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Did he live up to what he promised? yes

Height: roughly 6 feet

Weight: maybe 165 lbs.

Facial hair: no
Body hair: pubes, ass crack

Hair color: brown

Eye color: blue

Dick size: 7 inches

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: medium thick

Does he smoke? like a chimney

Top, bottom, versatile: top for rimming only

In calls/out calls/not sure: out

Kisser: no

Rating: overpriced

Hire again: maybe

Handle: baglover

Submissions: This is my third review

Experience: Not that the Brad story needs another wrinkle, but here's mine.
I hired "Brad" about three weeks ago. I question how much of what the two
previous reviewers wrote is true. I suspect the reviews were written by
Brad/Steve himself. I went looking for Brad at Pumpers in Long Beach
after reading the first review. It turns out that I'd seen him there a number of
times drinking and sometimes playing pool or pinball. I had been told by
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Steve. He stood out because of how young he looks, but apart from being
cuter than your usual street trade, I wouldn't say there was anything
supernatural about his appearance. He had a reputation among the regulars
at the bar as an arrogant creep who charged a ridiculously large fee ($350)
to sit on men's faces and masturbate. That was the extent of his services,
and even getting him to agree to that meant buying him many drinks and
waiting until he was in the mood, which could take hours. Need I say that
this "Brad" is a very different character from the boy described in the recent
reviews? The only things that match are his young appearance and the
facial tics and body twitching that everyone describes.

I had a couple of drinks and decided to ask this character if he was Brad. He
looked shocked but he said he used that name sometimes. I explained that
I'd seen a review of him on this site. He said he knew nothing about the site,
and had never even used a computer much less surfed the web. I used his
curiosity to get him to agree to go home with me, telling him I'd show him
the review on my computer. Maybe I caught him off guard because he
seemed like a nice enough boy at the time and even agreed to let me top
him. But after a few more drinks, he started acting in what I would call a
bizarre and aggressive manner. He changed his mind about coming to my
place and insisted we go back to his place instead, which I agreed to. It was
hardly a homeless shelter. It was quite a pricey, upscale apartment an hour

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north in Los Angeles. Let me say for the record that there was no sign that
anyone else lived there, so it wasn't the home of the self-styled murderer
Brian. (He also had a very expensive G4 computer in full view, but he didn't
seem to care that I'd caught him in a lie.)

As soon as we arrived, he became very cold and matter of fact. He told me

to sit on the couch then pulled his pants down and sat on my face. I rimmed
him for a few minutes until he came. I hadn't come yet, since I was
expecting to top him, but he refused to continue, although for an additional
$50 he did agree to sit on my face for another couple of minutes. I will say
that if your fantasy is to rim a decent looking piece of jailbait, he's quite
satisfactory. He has a delicious, baby soft ass with a talented hole that he
genuinely seems to enjoy having eaten, but whether it's worth the money is
up to you. Clearly what the previous reviewers wrote about Brad is a bunch
of lies and nonsense. BTW, he still hangs out at Pumpers. I saw him there
two nights ago.

You: Good looking, early 30's, keep myself in shape. I'm a top who loves to
rim young guys.

Brian responds: While Brad is in no condition to respond personally at the

moment, I'm almost sure I know this lying asshole. First of all, if I'm right,
it was my condo. I was there in the room watching the entire encounter.
Brad had just moved in with, me the day before, and he was at Pumpers

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only to tell some old friends there about his diagnosis and say goodbye.
Brad says this guy badgered him for sex the whole time he was there. He
finally agreed and brought the guy back to the condo. Brad has always been
a bottom who will accomodate any scene for a price. This guy offered Brad
$300 dollars to rim him. That was his request. Brad accomodated him.
During the scene, he decided that he wanted to eat shit out of Brad's ass,
which cost him an additional $100. He also drank Brad's piss for no extra
charge. Since that night he has hounded me, asking to come over and eat
Brad's shit, and on three occasions we accomodated him. He's obsessed
with Brad, and ultimately I found his constant phone calls and emails
tiresome and stopped accomodating him. This is undoubtedly the reason
that he has chosen to lie about Brad. Even his physical description of Brad
has no resemblance to the reality. This guy is just an ugly, fat pedophile and
scat queen who got his heart broken. End of story. Let me add that Brad is
available as a WS, scat, body fluid top or bottom if you're interested.

Review #7

Escort's name: Kevin aka Brad Location: San Diego Age: 22

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Month and year of your date:

Where did you find him? Boys-Next-Door Agency

Rates:

Did he live up to his physical description?

Did he live up to what he promised?

Height: 5'9"?

Weight: 135 lbs?

Facial hair: no

Body hair: don't know

Hair color: blond

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: about 7"

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: don't remember

Does he smoke? he used to

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure:

Kisser: used to

Rating:

Hire again:

Handle: cuteystevieinsd
Submissions:

Experience: A friend of mine told me about this site. I wish it were around a
couple of years ago when I was doing escort work full time. Maybe some of
you old timers (LOL) remember me as Stevie of San Diego. I worked
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through The Boys-Next-Door Agency. I also starred in a whole bunch of

porn videos under the name Stevie Sexed. I'm a website designer now, but I
have good memories of those days. A big hug to all those generous men
who helped me out back then. Any of my old regulars who want to say hi
can email me at [email protected]. Hey business is a little slow
right now, so you never know (smile).

I'm writing because of this whole Brad thing going on here. When I knew
Brad, he used to call himself Kevin. He was with Boys-Next-Door for a
while. I called Ed at Boys-Next-Door, and I think he's going to post
something here too. I'm 99.9% sure this is the same guy. I worked with
Kevin as a duo a few times, and he used to tell me he had a secret plan to
become the most famous escort in the world. I think the guy Brian is the
same man who was Kevin's sugar daddy back then. I can't tell you much
more about him, but I remember he was a first rate creep.

If I'm right, and I like I said I'm 99.9% sure I am, then this whole thing is a
big scam by Kevin. I can tell you that Kevin would be about twenty-two by
now, although he looks a lot younger. He told me his parents are rich and
that he grew up in La Jolla. He's obsessed with serial killers like Jeffrey
Dahmer and claimed to me that he was offered a million dollars to be in a
snuff movie, and that he was being paid to procure boys to be in snuff
movies by some rich guy in LA. It was complete bullshit. He was a lying,
phony rip off artist, and I'm sure he still is. Don't be fooled.

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You: Cute blond boy, 24 but look much younger, 5'8", 130 lbs., uncut, great
ass and legs, versatile but prefer bottom, affectionate, intelligent, and likes
the company of older, generous men.

Brian responds: What can I say? I don't know this little lying twerp and
neither does Brad. Brad never worked for any agency. He never lived in San
Diego. Like I told you before, he grew up in a series of foster homes in
Texas and Oklahoma. Let me add that if Stevie is the same Stevie Sexed
who appeared in a number of porn videos a couple of years back, then I'm
interested to learn that he's still alive, since I remember reading an article in
Frontiers Magazine about HIV+ porn stars that stated Stevie Sexed was on
his death bed with advanced AIDS-related Pneumocystis. These new AIDS
drugs are a miracle, aren't they? His old "regulars" might want to ask for a
current photo before throwing good money at this sick, lying, has-been
bitch. Note to Stevie: You were pretty cute and hot back in the day. If you
feel like going out with a bang, give me a call (smile).

A message from Ed at Boys-Next-Door Agency: First I want to thank all

the guys who've posted such glowing reports on Boys-Next-Door and our
escorts. We're grateful for your business, and I hope that shows in the
quality of our service. I really don't know if this Brad is Kevin who worked
for us briefly nine months ago. I have posted pictures of Kevin

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on the Hall of Fame page on our site. Maybe that will help solve the
mystery. Kevin was let go over concerns about his true age and for no other
reason. I don't recall having met anyone named Brian and I have no
knowledge of Kevin having had a sugar daddy As to Stevie's claims, he is a
bright young man whom I grew quite fond of during the time that he
worked for us. So it pains me to say that complications from his ongoing
battle with AIDS have taken a toll on his mental state. I advise our loyal
Boys-Next-Door customers that any dealings with Stevie should be carried
out with caution.

Review #8

Escort's name: Brad

Location: Los Angeles

Age: 18

Month and year of your date: July 2001

Where did you find him: chat room

Internet address: no

Escort's email address: [email protected]

Escort's advertised phone number: don't know

Rates: $800/3 hours

Did he live up to his physical description? no

Did he live up to what he promised? yes

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Height: 5'10"

Weight: maybe 150 lbs

Facial hair: no

Body hair: no

Hair color: blond

Eye color: green

Dick size: 6 inches

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: nice

Does he smoke? not with me

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom!!!

In calls/out calls/not sure: in with me

Kisser: don't know

Rating: Wow

Hire again: in the works

Handle: secretlifer34

Submissions: This is my first review

Experience: I found Brad in a chat room, knowing nothing about the thread
about him on this site at the time. He described himself as a cute twink and
hungry assed bottom into heavy use and abuse. I told him I was an S&M
top into bondage and he gave me a price of $800 for the evening. I thought
that was steep, but he said he was extremely good looking and a pig and
well worth it, so I agreed. I drove over to his place since he said he only
does In calls.

When he met me at the door, I was a little disappointed. He

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has a beautiful face but is quite delicate looking and slightly fern, which is
not my usual type. But after a few minutes of talking with him, and looking
at that innocent, adorable face I was horny enough to go through with the
scene. I'd asked him to wear clothes he didn't need anymore, and he was
wearing an old t-shirt and holey jeans through which I could see hints of his
completely hairless and porcelain looking legs and ass. Whether he was my
type or not, they looked very vulnerable and ripe for a nice hard whipping.

We had a beer and got to know one another. That's when he told me about
the controversy raging around him on this site. He was hyper and talked too
much about himself and a lot it didn't make a whole bunch of sense, but that
made me want to dominate him even more. When I put the duct tape over
his mouth and that queeny voice was out of the picture, it was about as hot
as it gets. I could see a nice hard on in his jeans, so I held him by the
shoulders kneed him in the balls harder and harder until he was retching and
couldn't stand up but was still hard as a rock.

I'd paid for the whole evening, so I took my time. I ripped his clothes off
and spent about two hours working him over. I'd brought an arsenal of
dildos, and his ass gobbled up every last one of them. I left the biggest one
inside him and whipped his back and ass and legs very hard, and used a
stun gun on his groin until tears and snot were running down his face. I
couldn't believe a kid that slight could take that kind of pain. After some
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heavy whipping of his chest, stomach, and thighs, I couldn't hold it in any
longer and practically drowned his face with the biggest load I've ever shot
in my life.

Afterwards when I was paying him he got needy on me. It was about 5 am
and I was ready to leave. After I use a guy I'm bored and contemptuous and
Brad was really working my nerves with his begging me to stay and keep
going or take him home with me. I admit I lost it and punched him in the
face, but even lying on the floor with blood running out his nose and a split
lip he wanted more abuse. It was too much for me at that moment, and I had
to get out of there. But the next day I couldn't get him out of my mind, and
I'm thinking of making arrangements for him to come over tonight and give
it up in my playroom.

About all the reviews of Brad: Some of it rings true, but a lot of it doesn't. I
saw no roommate. He had a tattoo of Christ's face on right upper back that
one else has mentioned. He was a queeny chatterbox and didn't drink or
seem drunk when I got there. He's a skinny kid but he doesn't look sick to
me. Is he mentally ill? I would say yes. Also I should say that I visited the
Boys-Next-Door website and he looks nothing like Kevin. It's not the same
guy. Hope that helps.

You: White, late 40s, a little overweight, very dominate S&M top who likes
to take a cute young stud to his limits.
Brian responds: This never happened. Either this review is a

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fraud or some escort is passing himself off as Brad. Not that Brad wouldn't
be up for a scene was heavy as the one described here, he would. But it
would cost you a fuck of a lot more than $800 and Brad is very weak so
there are limits to how active he would be in such a scene.

Stevie responds: I'm not going to get into a war of truths with anyone but I
just want to say that Kevin from Boys-Next-Door had a tattoo of Christ on
his upper back and everything else the reviewer says about Brad sounds
exactly like Kevin. It makes you wonder, doesn't it? Also thanks to all you
great guys who've sent me well wishing emails. The truth is I was sick for a
while but I'm totally fine now and look as good as I ever did. I think Ed's
just pissed off with me because I wouldn't sleep with him but I'm very
professional and don't think it's cool to sleep with my boss. I am taking
clients again. Just email me and we'll set it up and thanks again to everyone
who cares about me.

Review #9

Escort's name: Brad

Location: Beverly Hills

Age: 18

Month and year of your date: July 2001

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Where did you find him? email address

Escort's email address: [email protected]

Rates: not relevant

Rating: A++++++

Hire again: not relevant

Handle: secretlifer34

Submissions: This is my second review

Experience: I know you have a policy against posting more than one review
of an escort, but maybe you'll make an exception under the circumstances? I
had my second date with Brad. He called me from a payphone out of the
blue and asked if he could he come over. I was glad to hear from him, and
gave him directions to my house. He insists he is Brad, and that the house
where we had our first date was Brians house, and that Brian was watching
us through a two-way mirror. He said that Brian just likes to play games
with the guys who look at this website. He showed me three bottles of pills
that he says he takes to control the seizures caused by his brain tumor. It
seemed important to him that I believe his story, and I would say that I do
think my Brad is probably the Brad everyone is writing about, but I don't
think it matters anymore.

When I opened my front door, he looked much more damaged than I

remembered, which he explained as the result of a fight he'd had with Brian
on the previous night. He had a very swollen black eye, and one of his ears
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caked with dried blood, and his left wrist was very swollen and obviously
broken. I could tell he was in a lot of pain, so I offered him some valium.
He took five of them and asked if he could lie down and rest for a minute. I
told him that was fine as long as he stripped first, so he did, and stretched
out on my couch.

Someone (Brian?) had really done a number of Brad, and I admit to feeling
quite jealous. There were big, dark bruises, whip marks, and what looked
like cigarette burns on his chest, back, upper arms, thighs, and crotch which
had been shaved and apparently either scalded or burned by some kind of
chemical. I asked him what happened and he said that Brian had started to
kill him but chickened out at the last minute, and that's when they fought.
I'll admit that I was about as titillated as I've ever been, but I had a pang of
conscience and tried to talk Brad into reporting Brian to the police. He said
it didn't matter since he was going to die soon anyway, and he'd rather die
like this than in a hospital. When he said that, he gave me the coldest look
I've ever seen, and it was very clear to me what it meant.

I don't expect anyone reading this to understand what happened next. I'll
just say that we had a talk and then he asked to use my phone to "call
Brian" and see if he would agree to what we'd decided. I put that in quotes
because the call Brad made was obviously a fake. I could hear the voice on
the other end saying, "At the tone the time will be . . ." over and over. It was
bizarre. Brad "talked to Brian" about

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what he and I had discussed then told me that "Brian" had said it was okay
if I transferred $20,000 dollars into his account. First of all, I don't have that
kind of money to spare, not to mention that it was after banking hours so I
couldn't have arranged the transaction even if I did have the money All I
could think to do was offer to transfer the money in the morning, so Brad
asked "Brian" if that was okay, and "Brian" agreed. The strangest thing of
all was that Brad really seemed to believe he was talking to someone on the
phone. Either that or he deserves an Academy Award. I still can't decide
whether he's a complete nut case, or really is losing his mind on account of
a brain tumor, or if it was all part of some brilliant suicidal scheme. I think
the pure craziness of it all is what made go ahead and play along with it.

I don't know how to talk about what happened. I know I shouldn't go into it
for a lot of reasons, but I think I need to talk about it for the sake of my
sanity Brad is the heaviest masochist I've ever met, heard about, or even
imagined in my fantasies. I cut him with a knife and whipped and beat his
whole body until there was nothing I could do would stop the bleeding. I
broke his nose and jaw and may have accidentally broken his neck. I
squirted lighter fluid on his genitals and ass and lit them on fire a couple of
times. I was so into it that I thought he died about halfway through the
scene, but he didn't. After what I just said, this will sound ridiculous, but
when I realized he wasn't dead, I couldn't bring myself to go through with
it. He's in my playroom

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right now screaming for me to kill him. I've gone in there several times with
a gun planning to blow his brains out, but I couldn't. I keep giving him
Valiums to try to ease his agony, but I don't think it helps very much. I
honestly don't know what to do except wait for him to die from his injuries.
Any suggestions would be very welcome.

You: already told you

Brian responds: First I have to make a confession. When I wrote that the
encounter between secretlifer34 and Brad never happened I was lying. I
won't explain my reasons here, but just know that I'm telling the truth now.
The review posted by secretlifer34 was full of lies and deceit. I don't even
know where to begin. Brad does not have a tattoo of any kind on his body.
He's not queeny and you'd have to be blind not to know he's ill. This guy
did pay $800 to do a very rough scene with Brad, but he went way too far
and I had to order him to leave. Brad is very unwell boy with severe
physical and psychological problems. Secretlifer34 is a sick individual who
got off on taking advantage of Brad's vulnerabilities. He also showed
unforgivable disrespect to me and to my relationship with Brad. It's true that
there was a physical fight between Brad and myself, and that Brad has run
away from home like he has done before on several occasions. While I don't
believe a word this evil individual and pathological liar has to say and
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mind game on me for his own sadistic pleasure, I ask that if Brad is by
some remote chance staying with him, or if he or anyone reading this has
knowledge of Brad's whereabouts, that you do the right thing and either
bring Brad home immediately or inform me of Brad's whereabouts so I can
collect him. Regardless of what any of you think of me, Brad and I are in a
relationship as sacred as any marriage. I'm asking for your help for my sake
and for Brad's. I will offer a substantial reward for Brad's safe return. Name
your price, just please please please help me out.

Webmaster's message: I have reason to believe that Stevie of San Diego not
only wrote this review as well as many of the other reviews, but is also
"Brian." I can't prove that, but based on some information that I have just
received from a source that I consider to be reliable, it is a very strong
suspicion. If anyone has a legitimate review of Brad, please post it.
Otherwise, I will continue to try to separate the fact from the fiction, if there
are any facts to be found. Stay tuned.

Review #10

Escort's name: Stevie (Brad?) Location: San Diego Age: 18?

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•*.

Month and year of your date:

Where did you find him?

Internet address:

Escort's email address:

Escort's advertised phone number:

Rates:

Did he live up to his physical description?

Did he live up to what he promised?

Height: 5 6?
Weight: 130 lbs?

Facial hair: no

Body hair: crotch, armpits

Hair color: brown

Eye color: blue I think

Dick size: about 7 inches

Cut or uncut: uncut

Thickness: thin

Does he smoke? no

Top, bottom, versatile: versatile bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: not sure

Kisser: yes

Rating:

Hire again?

Handle: corey4escortsd

Submissions: only this one

Experience: Maybe I can help clear up this Brad bullshit.

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Excuse my French.:-) I'm a San Diego based escort. My professional name

is Corey. I've been reviewed on your site as Corey #3. A few weeks ago I
was hired to do a three-way with a client and a second escort named Brad
who I was told would play the bottom for the client and myself. When I
arrived at the client's house, I realized the bottom was Stevie. I knew Stevie
from when we both worked for Boys-Next-Door. I'd heard through the
grapevine that Stevie was having some problems with his health, so I told
the client that I wouldn't top Stevie without wearing a condom. Since I was
hired for a bareback scene, he was pissed off at first but finally agreed. The
scene went fine and we both topped Stevie. I'll give him credit for being a
great bottom. I'm hung 9" and thick and the client was even bigger and we
double fucked him with no problem at all. Afterwards Stevie and I shared a
cab home since we both live in the same part of town. I told him I'd heard
rumors about his health and asked how he was doing. He said he was in bad
shape and didn't think he'd be around much longer. He said he was turning
tricks to pay off doctor bills but his main thing was that he was looking for
someone to kill him in a snuff video. I'm not kidding. He said that if I knew
anyone who was interested, I should tell them to email him. He said he'd
always wanted to be famous. He thought that was the only way left for him
to be famous now He also told me (and this why I'm writing) that he'd taken
the name Brad as part of a scheme had to get some guy named Brian who
posts messages on this website

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to kill him in a snuff video. I didn't even know about this website when he
told me that, believe it or not. He also told me that there was an escort
named Kevin who'd worked at Boys-Next-Door and gotten killed in a snuff
video. He said he'd seen the video and that's what gave him the idea. He
said an ex-lover had shown it to him. He said he'd stolen it and now his ex-
lover was trying to destroy his reputation by lying about him on this
website. He didn't tell me the ex-lover's name but I'll try to find out and tell
you all. He asked if I wanted to come over and see the video. I definitely
did not want to do that at the time, but now that I know about the whole
Brad and Brian thing on your website (everyone's talking about it by the
way) I decided I should go for it. I always wanted to be a spy! :-) I'm going
over to Stevie's place on Sunday afternoon to check it out. A friend of mine
told me that for my own safety I should put this whole thing out there so
everyone will know and Stevie won't try any weird shit on me. I'll let you
know

You: Gorgeous, hunky top, 24, 6 feet, 185 lbs, blond, blue eyes, hung,
bubble butt.

Webmaster's message: I have spoken with Corey and confirmed that this is
an authentic email. Of course Corey's story itself cannot be confirmed.
Regarding the existence of this snuff video, all I can report is that Ed from
Boys-Next-Door reiterated that there was an escort named Kevin who

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worked for the agency fifteen months ago. He was fired and subsequently
went missing. He said the period of Kevin's employment was so brief that
he has no record of the escorts address or phone number. Also, I'd like to
repeat that if anyone has hired the Brad described in Brian's posts, please
submit your review. I'm asking for a legitimate review from a reliable
source only.

Review #11

Escort's name: Brad?

Location: Beverly Hills

Age: 18?

Month and year of your date: August 2001

Where did you find him? where I left him

Height: 5'10"

Weight: 160 lbs?

Facial hair: no

Body hair: no
Hair color: blond

Eye color: hard to tell

Dick size:

Cut or uncut:

Thickness:

Does he smoke?

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Top, bottom, versatile? no category

Rating: off the chart

Hire again: no

Handle: secretlifer34

Submissions: This is my third review

Experience: I just want to report that Brad (or whoever) passed away this
morning at 4:27 am. After my last review, I was contacted by a man who I
will call Rex. He said he would help me out and kill Brad for a certain fee. I
agreed to meet him at a bar, and once I was convinced he wasn't law
enforcement, we drove to my house. I don't want to say too much about Rex
for the obvious reasons, but he has appeared in several widely available
S&M videos and I recognized him straight away On the drive home I asked
him if he'd killed before, and he said he had, but only as part of a "group
effort," as he called it. He said he'd been paid a lot of money to take part in
two snuff videos. He said the first time he'd been very morally conflicted
and did it because he had huge credit card debts. But he said it was hotter
than any sex he'd had, so the second time he did it as much for pleasure as
for the money. He asked me if I knew who Chip Noll the porn star was. I
told him that I owned a few of Chip Noll's videos and had even tried to hire
him about a year before when he was doing escort work but had been stood
up. Rex then told me Chip Noll had been snuffed in the second video. So if
you ever wondered what happened to him, there's your answer.

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I asked Rex what it was like, and he said that when he arrived Noll was
already naked, heavily drugged, and sitting in a big metal washtub. Rex said
he and Noll had been in an S&M video together and dated a couple of times
so it was a weird situation. He said there were two other men and they were
each given a task to carry out, and that the whole thing took less than an
hour. He said one of them poured boiling water over Noll's body while he
and the third man mutilated Noll's face, chest, and genitals with scalpels
until he eventually died from loss of blood. Rex said Noll got a hard on as
soon as they started and stayed hard, and that the only way they knew he
was dead was when his dick got soft. Rex said Noll lived an amazingly long
time, and that his face looked like something out of a horror movie quite a
while before he died. He said they were all so turned on by killing Noll that
after the camera was turned off they snorted a bunch of crystal meth and
carried Noll's corpse over to this mattress and gang raped it. Anyway, there
you go. When we got home and I took Rex into see Brad, I think he was
really disappointed and kind of repulsed by how far gone Brad was. I guess
I'd gotten used to how he looked. Rex looked at Brad for a minute and said
he was just going to put him out of his misery, then leaned over and
strangled him to death very quickly. I don't know what I thought it would be
like, but I started crying from exhaustion and just the whole thing. Rex was
very understanding and helped me dismember the body and told me about a
safe place to get rid of it. The only other

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thing I have to tell you is that Rex looked at the bottles of medication Brad
had with him and said that they were definitely drugs to treat seizures. So I
think this might be the end of the Brad story.

You: I told you

Webmaster's message: Like secretlifer34's previous two reviews, this one
should probably be considered part of a prank. Email sent to his address
was returned and hotmail. com has no record of an account under that
username.

Review #12

Escort's name: Renn

Location: Los Angeles

Age: 42

Month and year of your date: August, 2001

Where did you find? Clients call me

Internet address: www.rennadams.org

Escort's advertised phone number: 917-691-5705

Rates: $350 hour, $2500 overnight

Did he live up to his physical description? count on it

Did he live up what he promised? count on it

Height: 6'3"

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Weight: 230 lbs.

Facial hair: moustache

Body hair: shaved

Hair color: salt and pepper

Eye color: brown

Dick size: 10x61/2

Cut or uncut: uncut

Thickness: thick

Does he smoke? cigars

Top, bottom, versatile: top

In calls/out calls/not sure: In or out

Kisser: no

Has he been reviewed here before: yes

Rating: guaranteed best ever

Hire again: they always do

Handle: rennadams

Submissions: no

URL for pics: www.rennadams.org

Experience: I think I'm the person referred to as Rex in the pack of lies
passing for a review that was posted here yesterday. I don't mind people
creating a little controversy and fun, but not at the expense of my reputation
and livelihood. The truth is I was hired by a guy to do an S&M top scene
with his boyfriend. It's true he wanted to meet at a bar first so we did. We
discussed terms there, then I followed him in my car to his house. I've been
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eight years and I did not drink or use drugs on this or any other occasion.
Other than looking seriously under-aged, the boyfriend did not have more
than a few marks on him at that time. I said I couldn't proceed with the
scene without proof that the boyfriend was of legal age. The guy who hired
me produced a driver's license that put the boyfriend's age at eighteen, if he
was eighteen then I'm the Queen of England, but it's not my place to decide
if a piece of identification is real or not, so I proceeded with the scene I was
hired to do. I was never formally introduced to the boyfriend, and no names
were used during the scene, but the driver's license had first his name as
Brad.

The boyfriend took a good amount of pain and abuse to his body and face.
It was a hot scene that I enjoyed a whole hell of a lot, but at no time was the
boyfriend's life in any danger during the three hours that I was there.
Anyone who's employed my services or watched my \ideos knows that I'm
an expert at doling out abuse and taking bottoms to their limits without
crossing the line. I was told to make verbal threats against the boyfriend's
life throughout the scene, but it was never an\Thing more than fantasy role
play from my point of view If something happened to the boyfriend after I
left, it's not my responsibility and I know nothing about it. Why this guy has
chosen to exaggerate our activities in anyone's guc I just wanted to make
clear what really happened.

You: rennadams

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Webmaster's message: After speaking with Renn Adams on the phone, I

believe he is telling the truth. Based on certain details that he passed along
to me in private, I question earlier reports that Stevie is the mastermind
behind the Brian and Brad saga. If the experience Renn describes here
involved Brian and Brad, I ask that the strangely silent of late Brian confirm
Renn's review.

Review #13

Escort's name: Steven aka Stevie (aka Brad?)

Location: San Diego

Age: early 20s

Month and year of your date: August 2001

Where did you find him? online

Internet address: no

Escort's email address: [email protected]

Escort's advertised phone number:

Rates: $350 for three hours

Did he live up to his physical description? no

Did he live up to what he promised? yes

Height: 5'8"

Weight: 115 lbs?

Facial hair: no

Body hair: no

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Hair color: brown

Eye color: brown

Dick size: 6 inches

Cut or uncut: uncut

Thickness: no
Does he smoke? no

Top, bottom, versatile? bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: out with me

Kisser: yes

Rating: not sure

Hire again: no

Handle: bigred

Submissions: This is my sixth

Experience: With the confusion about Stevie and Brad, I'll post this review
of Stevie here since it seems to relate. I was one of Stevie's regulars when
he worked at the Boys-Next-Door Agency We hadn't hooked up in over a
year so I was surprised to get an instant message from him asking if I
wanted to get together. I have a freakishly large penis (14") and it's rare that
I find a bottom willing to accomodate me, especially since I'm an
aggressive, marathon top man into small, thin, boyish types. Stevie could
take a deep, hard pounding all night long. His retirement from the escort
business had delivered a serious blow to my sex life, so I was thrilled to
hear from him and quickly set up a date. I'd always known Stevie was
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meant was bareback sex was no problem for him. I didn't know he'd
developed full blown AIDS since I'd last seen him. I must have looked
startled by his appearance because he apologized that he'd been ill, and said
this was the first time he'd gotten out of bed in two weeks. He assured me
that he'd showered and douched before leaving his place, and I was so
horny that it would have taken a lot more than a boney face to soften my
cock at that moment.
Stevie knows I'm not much for small talk. Once I'd reassured him about his
appearance, he stripped, knelt before me, and went down on my cock like
the slut he'd always been. He was noticeably thin, and seemed a little frail
but it just made him look even younger, and his ass was as pretty as ever.
While he gave me head, I leaned over and slapped his ass cheeks until they
were flushed and hot. Then I pushed him down his back, threw his legs over
his head, and started chowing down on that unbelievable asshole. I didn't
realize how much I'd missed it. I've had teenaged tail all over the world and
Stevie's ass is in a category all by itself. His years as a heavy bottom have
damaged it beyond repair, but you could say the same thing about the Grand
Canyon. In looks, smell, and taste, it's one of the true Wonders of the
World. I recommend doing him with the lights on because you can stretch
the elastic and look all the way into his beautiful, pulsing guts. I sucked and
chewed that hole until my jaws were sore, then gave it a fierce, jack-
hammer fucking until I climaxed twice inside him.

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Afterwards I admit that I felt a little guilty because all that activity made
him very sick. He was sweating and too weak to stand up and so pale he
looked dead. Looking at him lying there like that, I saw death and realized
I'd never see him again. I can't believe that perfect ass is going to be dead
and rotting away in the ground. I don't mean to be morbid. It's just a huge,
huge loss.

You: A tall, average looking white guy in his late 30s with a giant dick and
a taste for rice.

Stevie responds: First I want to thank my old pal Red for his review. It's
nice to be appreciated. I also want to say that the thing about me writing all
of those reviews about Brad is not true. I'm just trying to make a living
under terrible circumstances. I don't want to die. I'd do anything not to die.
Because of all these lies you've been posting about me, all the sick freaks in
the world have been emailing and calling me. My life is hard enough
without all of that. I'll do escort work for as long as I can, but I beg you to
stop printing these lying things about me. I was unable to keep my graphic
design job because of my heath, and I'm now escorting full time. If you're in
or traveling to the San Diego area and not a weirdo, please write or call me.
Webmaster's message: I offer my sincere apologies to Stevie for jumping to
the conclusion that he wrote the earlier reviews. While their author or
authors remain a mystery, there is no

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evidence to suggest that Stevie is behind them. However, I cannot in good

conscience discount the reports made here about Stevie by Corey and Ed
from Boys-Next-Door. I therefore urge caution in any dealings with him.
That said, I wish Stevie the very best of luck. Also, you should know that I
now question the veracity of the information I received from escort Renn
Adams. A good friend of Adams's who is also a trusted contributor to this
site has informed me that Adams admitted he was involved in a scene that
went too far. This contributor says that Adams has cut off contact with his
friends and regulars, and his current whereabouts are unknown. Lastly, I
also want to say that this thread of reviews about Brad has drifted far away
from the matter at hand and this concerns me. While the controversy around
Brad has greatly increased the amount of traffic on this site, complaints
about it are also mounting. I would ask that we all try to stick the goal of
reviewing Brad. Otherwise, I may be forced to eliminate this thread from
the site. This is your first and last warning.

Review #14

Escort's name: Brad

Location: Marin County

Age: unknown (claims to be 14)

Month and year of your date: September 2001

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Where did you find him? Hitchhiking

Internet address: unknown

Escort's email address: unknown

Escort's advertised phone number: unknown

Rates: $200

Did he live up to his physical description? doesn't apply

Did he live up to what he promised? yes

Height: 5'9"?

Weight: 155 lbs?

Facial hair: no

Body hair: no

Hair color: light brown

Eye color: hazel?

Dick size: unknown

Cut or uncut: unknown

Thickness: unknown

Does he smoke? yes

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom?

In calls/out calls/not sure: not sure

Kisser: no

Has he been reviewed before? I think so

Rating: good

Hire again: no
Handle: ticktock88

Submissions: none before

URL for pics: no

Dennis Cooper

Experience: I can't be absolutely sure, but I think I had sex with Brad about
a week ago. I live in the northern part of Marin County, but I make bi-
weekly business trips to San Francisco. I was driving home one morning
from one of these trips when I saw a boy hitchhiking. A lot of hippie-type
people live in the area where I'm from, and it's not so unusual to see
hitchhikers. I occasionally will pick them up if I'm in the right mood, or if
they're really cute. This hitchhiker looked adorable and not your usual
hippie-type, so I offered him a ride, which he accepted.

Up close, I could see that he'd been in a recent fight or something, as he had
black eye and some cuts and bruises on his face. I asked him about them,
and he said his dad had beaten him up and he was running away from
home. I asked him why his dad beat him up, and he said it was because he
told his dad he was gay. I told him I was gay, and we had a good talk about
the difficulties of being gay in this world. He seemed like quite an
intelligent and sweet young man. To cut to the chase, he said he had no
money, and that if I would loan him some, he'd show me 'a really good
time,' in his words. I was really quite smitten with him by then, so we
agreed on $200, and I pulled off into a rest stop.

We had sex in the back seat of my car. There wasn't a whole to it due to the
cramped quarters, but he was a great kisser, and gave me one hell of a
blowjob and even swallowed my come without my asking. He said I could
fuck him, despite the fact that I didn't have any condoms on me. I was
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tempted, but he didn't smell so great, and had strong BO, so I declined. It
was after we were back on the road that I started to put two and two
together. The thing that really made wonder were his physicals tics or little
seizures, which seemed to become much more dramatic after the sex was
over. I asked him what his name was, and he said Brad. I thought to ask him
if he was the same Brad, but considering the kind of scary 7 reviews he's
gotten here, I decided to leave it alone. I was going to offer to let him spend
the night at my house, but after the sex he became a lot less friendly and
talkative. He started answering my questions with sarcastic comments, and
at one point even said he wondered what the police would do if he told
them I'd had sex with a fourteen year old boy. By the time I got to the turn
off to my house, I was relieved to see him go.

The more I think about, the more I'm convinced it was Brad. The physical
stuff matches, and my gut feeling tells me that I'm right. If so, he's
apparently alive and headed north. If he's Brad, I can tell you that he is one
very- attractive but very screwed up young man.

You:

Webmaster's message: Gentlemen, I think we might just have our first

legitimate review on Brad in some time. After exchanging a few emails
with ticktock88,1 believe him, and am convinced he did have an encounter
with Brad. Wonder of wonders. Stay tuned.

Dennis Cooper

Review #15

Escort's name: Brad/Stevie

Location: Los Angeles

Age: said he was 18

Month and year of your date: September 2001

Where did you find him? here

Escort's email address: [email protected]

Escort's advertised phone number: 1-733-543-0070

Rates: said $250/hour

Did he live up to his physical description: never found out

Did he live up to what he promised? no

Height: claimed 5'6"

Weight: claimed 110 lbs.

Facial hair: claimed none

Body hair: claimed none

Hair color: claimed black

Eye color: claimed brown

Dick size: didn't ask

Cut or uncut: didn't ask

Thickness: didn't ask

Does he smoke? don't know

Top, bottom, versatile: claimed to be a bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: claimed in or out

Kisser: claimed yes

Rating: no show

Hire again: no »

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^.

Handle: lovesexy

Submissions: This is my twenty-eighth

Experience: I've been following the Brad thread with a morbid fascination.
Have you sold the movie rights yet? How about Taylor Hanson as Brad and
Tom Cruise as Brian? Seriously as you regulars know, I'm the secretary for
a well known Hollywood agent and I think it would make a great
independent film. You regulars also know I'm a big old quasi-pedophile
from hell so it probably won't surprise you that the reviews of Stevie got my
juices flowing. I'm easily the world's biggest fan of the porn star Stevie
Sexed, and the chance to sleep with him was something I just couldn't pass
up. I contacted Stevie via email. Apart from insisting that I call him by his
'new name' Brad (!?!), he was sweet and eager to get together. I told him
that his health issues weren't a problem as long he looked as cute as he did
in his videos. After he sent me an adorable picture of himself, I set up a date
at my house and even bought him a round trip plane ticket to Los Angeles. I
told him that I wasn't into anything kinky and preferred a nice, simple,
affectionate vanilla scene, and he said that was no problem at all. I told him
to take a shuttle from the airport to my house and I would reimburse him.
He said that was fine. Long story short, he never showed and didn't answer
my emails asking what happened. After going back and rereading the
reviews and posts on Stevie more carefully, I realize it was screwy of me to
expect otherwise. Oh, well.

Dennis Cooper

You: Cuddly overweight queen in my mid-20s who likes to top but thinks
kissing and hugging are just as important.

Webmaster's message: I'm very sorry to report that Stevie Sexed was found
murdered in his apartment on 8/31/01. According to a report published in
the San Diego Union, Stevie (real name Kenneth Miller) had been dead for
approximately a week. He was discovered by the manager of his apartment
building. The police are investigating Kenneth Miller's murder and I am
cooperating with them. At their request I ask that anyone who had contact
with 'Stevie' during the last six months contact the San Diego Police
Department. I have received their assurance that no one with information
about this case will charged with any crime. You can remain anonymous,
and I recommend that you do so. Kenneth Miller is the fifth young man to
be found murdered in the San Diego area in the past seven months. The
police have reason to believe that these murders are connected. I urge all
San Diego based or inbound escorts and customers to use extreme caution
until this case is resolved.

Review #16

Escort's name: Brad Location: Portland, Oregon

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Age: 16

Month and year of your date: September 2001

Where did you find him?

Internet address: no

Escort's email address: no

Escort's advertised phone number: no

Rates: doesn't apply

Did he live up to his physical description? yes

Did he live up to what he promised? doesn't apply

Height: 5'11"

Weight: 160 lbs.

Facial hair: no
Body hair: don't know

Hair color: dark blond

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: don't know

Cut or uncut: don't know

Thickness: don't know

Does he smoke? yes

Top, bottom, versatile? doesn't apply

In calls/out calls/not sure: doesn't apply

Kisser: don't know

Rating: doesn't apply

Hire again: doesn't apply

Handle: builtlikeatruck44

Experience: I thought you might be interested in this report,

Dennis Cooper

even though it's not technically about a date. I live in Portland, Oregon and
run a small home construction business. I've been known to hire the
occasional escort. I find this site quite entertaining as well as informational,
but I've never posted a review because I prefer to keep my private life to
myself.

Four days ago, a young man named Brad showed up at my office asking for
a job. I didn't really need anyone, and I don't hire workers who under the
age of 18 for a number of reasons, but he seemed like a nice kid, so I
offered to pay him under the table if he helped out cleaning up the work
sites and running errands for me. I felt kind of sorry for him because he had
some kind of nervous disorder that made his right side and face seize up
once in a while, although I didn't ask him about that out of politeness.

Brad worked for me until today. He was a hard worker who did help me out
quite a bit. He was quiet and didn't really fraternize much with me or the
other workers. His girlfriend would drop him off in the mornings, and pick
up him at the end of work day. Yesterday her car broke down, and I offered
to give him a ride home. On the drive, I had my first extended conversation
with him, and this is why I'm writing.

At one point in our conversation, Brad asked me if I was gay. He told me

he'd been gay, but was now straight and was planning to marry his
girlfriend. He said he'd worked as a prostitute in the LA area, but had quit
and moved to Portland because of a bad incident with a man he was living
with named Brian. I asked if he was the escort who'd been the

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subject of all the controversy on this site. He said he knew about this site,
but he seemed completely shocked by what I told him. After that, he got
very quiet, and we didn't really talk for the rest of the drive.

This morning he showed up at work and told me he was quitting the job,
and asked for his last check. He explained that he had looked at this site and
read the thread of reviews I'd mentioned. He said the first few reviews were
true, but that the rest of them were all lies. He said a John named Brian had
offered to be his sugar daddy, and that he had lived with Brian for a while.
He said Brian seemed like a really nice guy, and that their sex was kinky
but he didn't mind because Brian was very generous, and had even paid for
him to start college. He said Brian had pimped him out a few times, and that
he didn't like doing that but he felt like he owed Brian.

Brad told me that he had no idea that Brian was writing all these lies about
him being sick and wanting to die. He said that one night Brian asked him
to have a three-way with another man. He said they all got high, and in the
middle of the sex, Brian's friend had gotten violent and beaten him up and
tried to kill him, and that Brian was encouraging the friend to kill him. He
said Brian was very apologetic afterwards, and blamed the drugs. Brad said
he'd believed Brian, but that a couple days later, Brian had tried to kill him,
and he'd managed to escape. He said he hid out a friend's place for a week,
and then moved to Portland where he'd grown up.

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I believed his story. He seemed genuinely angry and upset about what he'd
read on this site. I think the fact that I knew about his past as a prostitute
made him feel like he couldn't continue to work for me, as he seemed very
intent on putting all of that behind and starting a new life. I wish him the
best as he seemed like a very nice young man. Anyway I thought you might
want to know all of that. For the record, he is quite a cute boy, although his
physical tics are severe enough that I'd say he's more sympathetic looking
than physically attractive.

You: Caucasian, 5'9", 41, solid build, naturally muscular, top, nice guy

Review #17

Escort's name:

Location:

Age:

Month and year of your date:

Where did you find him?

Internet address:

Escort's email address:

Escort's advertised phone number:

Rates:
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Did he live up to his physical description?

Did he live up to what he promised?

Height:

Weight:

Facial hair:

Body hair:

Hair color:

Eye color:

Dick size:

Cut or uncut:

Thickness:

Does he smoke?

Top, bottom, versatile?

In calls/out calls/not sure:

Kisser:

Rating:

Hire again?

Handle: corey4escortsd
Experience: Corey here. I wasn't going to write because I was threatened
with bodily harm or worse if I did but I'm quitting the business and moving
back to the mid-west in two hours. With Stevie getting murdered I thought
people should know about this. I told you I was going over to Stevie's
apartment to watch that snuff video he told me about. I did go over there.
Stevie said I should show up at 3 o'clock on Sunday but I realized I didn't
know where to go. I called

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Stevie but he didn't answer his phone or call me back. I decided that he
must have meant the address where he'd gotten out of the cab so that's
where I went. The door was answered by a blond guy who looked like he
was in his early thirties. He introduced himself as Brian and said Stevie had
gotten some last minute work but would be back soon. He seemed drunk or
maybe high on grass. He offered me a drink but I said no because I
definitely didn't trust him. I asked if he was the Brian from this website and
he said he was in this calm way that made me believe him. I asked him if
Brad was there and he just gave me this really intense look. I felt like he
wanted to have sex with me and I kept expecting him to make an offer but
he never did in so many words. He told me that he wanted me to empty out
my pockets while I waited because he was worried that I was carrying a
weapon. So I emptied out my pockets and put everything on a table. I
always carry a knife and a canister of mace and I felt nervous without them
but by then it was too late and I just wanted to get it over with and get the
hell out of there. He told me sit on the couch and wait for Stevie there and
he had something he had to do, so I took a seat and he left the room. There
were some copies of The Advocate on the coffee table so I started flipping
through them but I was too uncomfortable and tense to really concentrate. It
must have been about a half hour and Stevie hadn't shown up, so I decided
to leave. I gathered up my stuff and was about to go when Brian came back
in the room holding a gun. He told me to go sit back

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down on the couch and wait for Stevie and stop acting like such an asshole.
I was totally terrified and thought about trying to mace him but he would
have easily shot me before I would have been able to do it. So I sat down
and he stood over me with the gun aimed at my head and said if I told
anyone about coming over there he would either have me beaten so badly
that no one would hire me again or he would kill me himself. I just tried to
act really calm and nice and casual, and I said sure, of course, no problem.
He looked at me intensely like he was trying to figure something out about
me, and then he told me that Stevie was dead. He said if I didn't believe him
that he would show me because Stevie's body was in the bedroom, and I
told him I believed him but I didn't at the time. I just didn't want to go in the
bedroom because I really felt like he was going to kill me. Then he told me
that Stevie had been writing to him for weeks saying he was desperate to
die in a snuff video and begging for Brian to help. Brian said he came down
to San Diego and had sex with Stevie for a couple of days and then
murdered him and videotaped it. He asked if I would watch the videotape
with him and I told him it would be too heavy for me since I knew Stevie
and he said he understood that. I was just desperate to get out there. Then
for some reason he seemed to change his mind. He put the gun in his pocket
and said I could go, so I took off and until I heard the news that Stevie
really was dead, I just thought it was some weird scene that Stevie and
Brian had going on over there.

Dennis Cooper

You: see earlier view.

Webmaster's message: I'll be removing this thread from the site and will
accept no more postings or reviews on Brad effective now It seems
increasingly clear to me that built-likeatruck's report on Brad is truthful and
that most of reviews of Brad are fabricated. The contributor to this nonsense
who calls himself Brian has just broken his long silence with a review,
which I will post in the morning and leave online for twenty-four hours.
The police have viewed this email and are considering it a hoax, although
they plan to investigate further. Hoax or not, it seems appropriate to let
Brian have the last word on this bizarre and troubling saga. For those of you
in the Southern California area, you might like to know that there will be a
public memorial service for Kenneth (Stevie Sexed) Miller on Saturday,
September (8th), 3 pm, at All Saints Church, 532 N. Bedford Street, San
Diego.
Review #18

Escort's name: Brad

Location: Los Angeles

Age: better not say

Month and year of your date: 2001

Where did you find him? here

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Internet address: no

Escort's email address: it was mine

Escort's advertised phone number: it was mine

Rates: my mind, heart, soul, etc.

Did he live up to his physical description? yes

Did he live up to what he promised? no

Height: 5' 10"

Weight: 125 lbs.

Facial hair: no

Body hair: crotch, armpits

Hair color: brown (sometimes dyed blond)

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: about 6"

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: medium

Does he smoke? sometimes

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure:

Kisser: yes

Has he been reviewed before? yes

Rating:

Hire again:

Handle: brian

Submissions: some

URL for pics: no

Experience: After reading the recent report that Brad is alive

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and living in Portland, I've decided it's time to come clean and tell you guys
the truth. I'm doing this to clear my conscience, and hopefully to prevent
others from being taken in by Brad's act. The truth is I did hire Brad after
reading the first few reviews about him on this site. I like skinny, boyish
bottoms with an adventurous streak, and Brad sounded perfect. After a
night of the wildest, most intense sex I've ever had in my life, I offered to
support him financially if he moved in with me, and he agreed. Like I
mentioned before, my greatest fantasy is to have sex with a boy and murder
him. Brad claimed he found this idea exciting, and told me that when he
was with Johns, he often fantasized that they were murdering him. He said
that in his fantasy, he was dying of a brain tumor and the men were killing
him because they couldn't bear the idea of boy as cute as him wasting away
in a hospital. Together we came up with the idea of offering the services of
"a dying escort" as a way to make our sex life exciting, and because Brad's
narcissism needs constant reinforcement. By the way, his physical tics are
the result of brain damage from when he was accidentally dropped on his
head as a baby. I may be a sick, manipulative, evil man, but Brad makes me
seem like Mary Poppins. Living with him was like slowly being driven
insane. He's a pathological liar and control freak who has no morality
whatsoever. His only goal in life is to be desired and worshipped, and he'll
do whatever it takes to addict men to him. He took me to psychological
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never have gone, and pushed me to do things to him that no one should ever
do to another human being. He fucked with my mind, goading me to
murder him, flirting with me, begging me to do it, threatening to find
someone else to do it if I wouldn't. I think he even half-convinced himself
that if I didn't murder him, it would mean he wasn't cute and desirable
enough. One night to make me jealous, he talked me into hiring Renn
Adams to do an extreme S&M scene with him, and made me watch. Brad is
such a egomaniacal, deluded monster that he thinks he has the power to
control everyone, but when Brad went too far and told a true, amoral sadist
to murder him, he got more than he bargained for. Renn didn't hesitate for a
second, and I was so excited that I held Brad down so Renn could finish
him off. Brad would have been dead right then if Renn hadn't panicked at
the last second about the legal consequences. That night Brad finally
pushed me over the edge, and when I saw Renn choking the life out of him,
I knew what my life was about. I apologized to Brad and did what was
necessary to regain his trust, but from that moment on, his death was all I
thought about. Two nights later, believe it or not, he started up again with
his 'You should kill me, it would be so hot' number. I just snapped. I walked
up behind Brad with a baseball bat when he was watching television and
knocked him unconscious with a blow to the head. I dragged his body into
the bedroom and raped him, fist fucked him, poured gasoline on him, and
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my cigarette lighter. I guess he'd regained consciousness without me

knowing it, because when I got back to the bedroom he was gone. At the
time, I really thought that Brad might have gone over to secretlifer34's
house, since he was a particularly twisted asshole who'd tricked with Brad
(and me) one night. But secretlifer34 recently wrote and told me that he
fabricated those reviews to get back at me since he was jealous of my
relationship with Brad. The fact is, I had no idea whether Brad was alive or
dead until builtlikeatruck posted his review, and everything made sense,
since Brad is originally from Portland, and it would be just like him to play
the innocent straight boy to get what he wanted. The last thing I want to say
is that I did not murder Stevie Sexed. I don't know him. I've never been in
contact with him. I've never met this Corey person in my life. His review is
an attempt either by him or someone else to frame me. If he knew the truth,
he'd realize how ridiculous that is. There's a lot more to my relationship
with Brad than I can talk about right now, and frankly it's none of your
business. For me, the game is over. Right now I just need to think about
who I am and what I want and what I've done and what it all means. Best of
luck to all of you.

Webmaster's message: An arrest warrant has been issued for David Barrows
(aka Corey #3) who is suspected in the murder of Kenneth Miller. The
police say there is substantial evidence pointing to Barrows's guilt. They
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urge any of you with information about Corey's recent activities or current
whereabouts to contact them. Also, today I received the following update
from builtlikeatruck. As he seems to be the only reliable source of
information on escort Brad, and since what he has to say is a real eye
opener, I'll post it for your interest. Lastly, I've received so many emails
asking me not to end this thread of Brad reviews that I've decided to
compromise and set up a discussion group for you in the site's Message
Center. All future updates that I receive regarding Brad or Stevie's murder
investigation will be posted there.

builtikeatruck's update: I'm afraid I have to make a drastic update and

correction on my report on Brad. I appear to have been the latest victim of
this young con artist and criminal, but hopefully my actions will make sure
I'm the last. Two nights after I posted my last report, I came home to find
ten messages on my phone machine from Brad. He sounded very upset, and
claimed he'd had a bad fight with his girlfriend. He said he'd gotten her
pregnant, and she'd refused to get an abortion. He left a number and asked if
I would I call him back. When the phone was answered by the bartender of
a very sleazy local gay bar frequented by street hustlers called Rosie's
Roost, I should have known. The bartender yelled Brad's name, and he
came to the phone. He claimed his girlfriend had thrown him out, and he
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my couch for a night. I stupidly agreed, and he showed up about an hour

later. As soon as I saw him, I knew I'd made a huge mistake. He was very
high on drugs and dressed like your typical street hustler. He was drunk out
of his mind, and he reeked of lubricant and semen. He pushed his way into
my house, and demanded that I pay for his girlfriend's abortion. When I
refused, he started breaking things and threatened to tell the police I'd raped
him. I'm not a violent man, but I had to punch him in the face, and literally
throw him out of my house. Once I'd locked the door, he started screaming
at me from my front yard. One minute he'd say that if I didn't let him in he'd
make me sorry, and the next minute he'd beg me to have sex with him and
that he didn't care about the money. This went for about half an hour, and he
finally left. At about 4 am, I was woken up by a phone call from my
foreman telling me that the building where my business is housed was on
fire. I drove over there, and, long story short, the building was completely
destroyed, and my business along with it. I had no doubt that Brad was
responsible. He was arrested yesterday, and has apparently confessed to the
crime. He destroyed my life, but at least he'll spend the next few years in
prison where he can't hurt anyone but himself. I thought you'd like to know.

Ad
Cute, slim euro trash bottom, 19, 5' 10", 155 lbs, brown hair, blue eyes. Hot,
deep butt and mouth. Out only. $250 hr./ $700 overnight. Will do anything
for a price. No limits. Email me for pic, more info, at juicyLAboy@
hotmail.com

Hi juicyLAboy, I saw your ad. Sounds good. I'm a total top, 30s, into some
kinky and very dangerous shit. I'll pay 5 grand. Send me a nude photo
showing your face, ass, and a phone number. We'll talk. Box 157

Hello?

Can I speak to juicyLAboy?

Hi. Box 157, right? How did you know?

Oh, juicyLAboy isn't my name.

Dennis Cooper

What's your name?

It's Dutch.

You don't sound Dutch.

Thanks.

Okay.

So your email wasn't bullshit?

Was your ad bullshit?

Fuck, no. Oh, this is great. Hi.

Hi.

What's your name?

Brian.

Hi, Brian.

Do you want to explain the 'no limits' thing?

Yeah, um ... There's just nothing I won't do, I guess.

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Nothing?

Not for $5000.

Okay.

I'm strange.

How so?

How so? Because I'm a slut.

It'll be heavy.

Really? I mean I don't care.

Something could go seriously wrong.

Yeah . .. um ... Oh, I get it.

Go on.

Go on? Okay, um . . . You're very intense.

Extremely.

That's cool, I guess.

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So you don't mind if things go seriously wrong.

What? Um ... I see what you're saying.

Getting cold feet?

No, it's interesting. So I guess you liked my picture.

You're amazing.

Really?

Like you don't know that.

I'm okay. When do you want to do this, now?

Let's say ... 9 pm tomorrow.

Should I bring anything, or ... ?

Well, do you have any pictures of you as a kid?

Yeah, I have some. That's funny.

Bring them. Then if something goes wrong, it'll make it more tragic. 'Cos if
it goes wrong, it should go really,

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really wrong, you know? Like, oh my God, what the fuck have I done?

Okay. Wow, this is . .. Are you going to torture me or something?

To say the least.

You're going to . . . Shit. Okay, no, that's cool.

So you said.
This is great.

Yeah.

I like your sense of humor.

You mean that I have none.

That's great.

Okay.

I have a sick sense of humor too.

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I think you're in denial, but that's hot.

You crack me up.

I'd rather crack your skull.

That's great. So can I ask you something, Brian?

Sure.

Are you for real about the money?

Yeah.

You're really going to give me $5000?

Yeah, if you really have no limits, but—

In cash or what?

See, that's funny. You're the one with the great sense of humor. In cash,
sure.

Wow.
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What?

I said I guess I'll have to give it to a charity.

Oh, right. That's funny. Is it?

Yeah, I mean .. . Oh, right. That's hilarious.

Cute, straight 18 year old white punk rock type with $$$ and heroin
problem seeks wealthy man with mansion and drug connection for long
term friendship. I like emotional and physical abuse but no sex. Email me
for a photo, etc.. Todd Box 631

Todd, Send your photo and a way for me to call you. If I like your looks,
you got a deal. Boxl57

Yeah.

Is this Todd?

Yeah. Frank?

Dennis Cooper

No.

Who is this?

Box 157.

Right. Got it.

It's about the ad.

I know.
I liked the photo.

Yeah. You're calling.

You don't sound interested.

I'm fucked up. So you've got a lot of dope.

As much as you want.

Good shit.

Amazing shit.

Tar?

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Tar, rock, powder. You're covered.

Great. Let's do it.

So you look about 5'10", 130 lbs.?

I guess.

And that's a recent picture? You still have the mohawk?

Yeah.

And I can hit you, humiliate you, tie you up. I just want to make that clear.
Hello?

Let's do it.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

You do dope? No.

You should try it.

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I did.

Then you should know where I'm coming from.

Where's that? In your words.

Hell.

Hell?

Fuck it, man. Let's do it.

What are you into in bed? Normally. I mean when you're given a choice.

Nothing.

Meaning you don't care?

I don't care, right. Sure.

What about before?

Before?

Before heroin. Before you got into it.

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Right. Girls.

You're straight.

Oh, yeah.

But you've been with guys.

No.
Never? Not even for money?

No, man. Come on.

Come on, what?

I was kid.

You were a kid?

Yeah.

You mean when you were a kid

Yeah.

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You were abused?

Yeah.

Raped?

What do you mean?

Tell me exactly what happened.

What or the deals off?

Let's say yes.

Shit, okay. My uncle . . . did shit to me, okay? Does that doit?

Did what? Under what circumstances?

Fuck. I was staying at his house, and he did shit to me.

Like what?
He did shit to me. What do you think?

Once.

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No, a lot.

Against your will.

I was fucking twelve years old. I didn't...

Didn't what?

Shit. I liked it, okay? But I was twelve years old.

So what happened to your uncle?

He killed himself.

Why?

Because my parents told the police.

Your parents found out.

I told them.

Why?

Because I was stupid.

Dennis Cooper

You wish you hadn't told them?

What do you fucking think? Shit. Of course I wish I hadn't told them. Jesus
fucking Christ.

Oh, okay.
Yeah.

Interesting.

Look, the ad said no sex. I'm not into sex.

Did I say I wanted sex?

Right.

Okay, I do.

I'm not stupid.

It's a test. I think you're really cute and hot. It's a test of my will. And yours.

Fuck.

You're a beautiful kid.

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Yeah, whatever.

You are. Don't sell yourself short.

Can't we just do this?

It's really got you by the balls, doesn't it?

What?

Heroin.

Yeah.

So take a cab over here. I'll pay for it.

I can drive.
I'm sure you can, but I want you trapped here. I'll call you a cab. Is now
okay?

Whatever, sure.

Cute small Thai boy, 20 but look much young. I like to be the slave for a
mean white man who is rich. Bondage, SM,

Dennis Cooper

WS, ff, anything is possible for $$$$. I can be girl or boy. Urgent needing
for money to send my family in Thailand. Write to me soon. You ask and I
will tell you price. Kwui ChrungBox 119

Kwui. I want to fuck you bareback, shove huge dildos up your ass, and put
my fist inside you. I want to fill your stomach with my come and piss. I
want to punch you in the stomach until you throw up, then make you lick
the vomit off the floor. I want to beat you until you piss and shit and vomit
blood. It gets worse. This is not a joke. Name your price. Boxl57

Dear Box 157,1 say very nothing because my English is small. I like be
with you as the sex slave. You send $10,000 to Thailand for my family
okay? I have no phone use. You come to meet me Jon's Market 31171
Cadenza Boulevard in Whittier. I work on night. No Sunday. Kwui Chrung
Box 119

So you don't mind if I tape record this?

Sorry.

Us talking. You don't mind.

I understand not so much.

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Don't worry about it. You're so cute. Look at me. Oh, my fucking God.
There is no way in hell you're 20 years old.
I no . . . Sorry.

You're unbelievably cute.

Say again please.

You're beautiful.

Beautiful?

You. You are.

Oh, yes.

I definitely have to kill you.

Sorry?

I'm really high. I'm stoned. I'm fucked up on drugs. You want to get high?
You want to smoke some crack?

Drugs, yes.

Dennis Cooper

Here, smoke this. I'll light it.

Ecchh.

More. Smoke some more. That's it. Take another hit. Fry your little brains.
That's it.

Oh. I... oh.

Okay. And you're going to let me kill you, right?

Yes.

You understand what I mean by that.

Understand? Sorry.

You understand that you're going to die. You.

I...

You die. You.

Oh, yes.

You understand. I'm going to kill you. I'm going to rip you apart.

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■*.

I ... so sorry.

I kill you. Me. Kill you.

Yes.

Okay, good. When?

When?

When can I kill you? Now? In three hours? Tomorrow? You understand?

Yes. Now.

Now? Right here? In my car?

Yes.

You don't understand what I'm talking about, do you?

Sorry.

Never mind. Let's drive somewhere.

We go?

Dennis Cooper

Yeah.

You send money. Sure. To whom.

To mother. Sang Chrung.

Okay. Here, hold on a second. Write her name and address there.

Sang ... Chrung.

Good. Fine. Now the address. Where do you want me to send the money?

Sorry.

Money. Where?

Sorry?

How do I give her the money?

Sorry?

Forget it. Let's go.

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■^.

Go.

Yeah, go. We're going to drive somewhere, okay?

Go, yes. More drugs please?

Sure. Here. Here's the lighter. Smoke the whole rock if you want. You're so
dead.
Sorry?

Dead. You.

Dead?

Exactly.

Dr. Jack Kevorkian type seeks cute, thin 18-24 year old terminal patient
type. Anything you want in return, I'll take care of it. Serious replies only.
Send photo to Box 157.

Dear Box 157, My name's Wayne. Your ad was weird, but I think I get it.
Here's a photo. If you're not a cop, call me. Wayne Box 63

Dennis Cooper

Hello.

Is this Wayne?

This is Wayne.

Hi. It's Box 157.

Who?

Box 157.

Shit.

What?

Nothing. I didn't think you'd call.

You change your mind?

Hardly.
Good.

Mm.

So, why?

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Why?

Why did you write me?

I'm just sick of it. I'm just fucking sick of it.

Sick of what?

The whole fucking thing. Everything, everybody. I'm sick of the bullshit.
Fucking get up, fucking hang out, fucking go to bed.

I hear you.

Fucking get stoned.

Yeah.

So am I the only one who answered the ad or something?

No, not at all. You're just the one I chose.

Why? Or maybe I don't want to know.

Why do you think?

My looks or whatever.

Dennis Cooper

Exactly. You're like the perfect indie rock grunge boy.

Grunge? That's weird.

I like the long hair, the 'I don't care how I look thing.' You have a very
pretty face.

I'm not gay. I don't know if that matters.

It doesn't matter. So tell me about your body.

My body? What do you want to know?

It looks like it would be really nice and skinny. You're tall.

Yeah, I guess.

I hope you're hairless.

Yeah, pretty much.

Even your legs and ass?

Yeah, I guess. Wow, this is pretty weird.

What about your crack?

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Shit, I don't know.

Why don't you check and tell me?

Fuck. Yeah, I guess.

No hair.

No. Yeah, no hair. Look, I don't know what to tell you.

So how did you see the ad?

A friend showed me. He thought it was weird.

I guess it is.
Yeah. You're not full of shit, right?

No.

So what happens?

What do you think happens?

I don't know. You said Kevorkian.

Dennis Cooper

Yeah.

So it's like that?

Yeah.

Okay. I don't know what to say. Why do you want to do it, I guess?

I get off on it.

Yeah?

Yeah.

Is it painless?

You want it painless?

Kevorkian puts people to sleep, right?

Yeah.

That sounds okay.

So how old are you?

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■*.

Eighteen. Nice.

I'm not gay.

I know. You said. But what does that matter now? I mean, who cares?

Yeah, I guess.

I don't care, so why do you care?

Yeah. But it's just a fact.

A fact that doesn't matter. Look, I'll put you to sleep, but I'm going to get
off on you first. I said in the ad that I wanted a bottom. Do you know what
that means?

Yeah, I know what it means.

What does it mean?

Fuck. It means a guy who sucks dick and takes it up the ass.

Then this can't be a huge surprise to you.

Dennis Cooper

No.

Let's face it. If you have a problem being fucked, then you don't really want
to die. If you want to die, it shouldn't matter, should it?

No, I guess it's okay. I just... forget it.

If it's important to you to die a straight boy in your own mind, fine.

Forget it.
So you want to go ahead and do it?

Yeah. I should, I guess. But look ...

What?

You said in the ad that if I wanted something ...

I'm rich if that's what you mean.

You said I should ask.

What can I do for you?

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I'd like pay off some debts to some people.

How much do you owe?

Okay like about $7,000. You don't have to take care of all of that.

No problem.

Seriously?

We'll sit down, figure out all the money you owe, get some money orders,
and you can send them off before we do it.

Okay. That's ... you know, thanks.

But I want some dirty, hot sex for that much money. You agree?

Yeah.

So how soon can we start? Now?

Fuck. Sure.
You scared?

Yeah, I'm fucking scared.

Dennis Cooper

Just come on over.

I should.

Just take a deep breath, and come on over.

Okay. Where do you live?

Evil W top, late 30s, hung and wealthy, into W, H, or A boyish teen
bottoms, and looking for the ultimate. Box 157

Dear Box 157, This is a picture of me and my boy. He's 18, I'm 42. If you're
really evil, give me a call. I'll explain. Hank 323

*** ****

Clark residence. Can I speak to Hank? Speaking. Who's this? The ad guy.

Ad guy?

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Box 157.

Hunh.

Hello?

So what are you looking for, . . . what's your name?

The ultimate, like I said.

That's pretty vague.

You're being pretty vague yourself.

Hm.

Hello?

So you liked what you saw in the picture.

What's not to like?

That's nothing.

Yeah?

I'm a twisted son of a bitch.

Dennis Cooper

So that was your boyfriend in the picture?

That's my boyfriend. Nice.

What?

Your boyfriend.

Oh, yeah.

You said you'd explain.

What's your offer?

My offer? You read my ad. What's your offer?

What do you think?

I don't know. You tell me.

You like my boyfriend.

Yeah.

That's the offer.

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Your boyfriend.

Yeah.

You read my ad.

I read your ad. You said you want the ultimate. That's my offer.

Okay. Are we talking about the same thing?

You want to snuff my boyfriend.

Well, yeah.

Then we're talking about the same thing.

Okay. What about you?

Me? I don't want to get snuffed.

No, I mean, what's your deal? What do you get out of it?

Me? Freedom. Money.

I mean, do you want to watch or what?

Hell, yes.

Dennis Cooper

How much do you want?

I don't know. A couple thousand.

Okay. What's his name?

His name? Oh, Antonio. Tony. I call him Fuck.

Does he know about this?

He's my slave.

Okay.

You just have to pull the trigger.

Sounds interesting.

Many have said they would. None have.

Well, I will.

Hold on.

Hello?

Why don't you come by?

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You mean now?

Hold on. I'm on the phone, Fuck. You stupid bitch. Hello?

Yeah.

Now's good.

I'm an evil, W, 30s, sadistic, violent, wealthy pedophile type seeking cute
young victim. Name your price. Box 157

Box 157, I'll be at the ArcoStation in West Hollywood, corner of Fairfax

and Sunset, 2 am, Friday Aug 23. Anonymous
Felix. Wake up. Say hello to Brian.

What?

Here. I'll pull the covers off. Nice, right?

Very nice.

Someone's here to see you. Say hello.

Dennis Cooper

Hello? Hi.

Get out of bed, Felix.

Okay. Dad?

He looks so young.

It's the pajamas.

Dad, can I lie down?

No, you can't. Take your jammys off.

I was asleep.

Take your jammys off. Felix. I'm not kidding.

Okay.

Not down, off. All the way off.

God, he's adorable.

So you're satisfied.

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^.

Yeah, very. But—

Dad?

Just a second, Felix.

He seems sort of ... I don't know.

Spaced out.

Yeah, he just seems sort of ... I don't know.

He had an accident. He has a problem.

Dad?

He drowned two years ago. They revived him, but he was dead too long. He
used to be a really active kid. Soccer, little league, cub scout, actor. He was
in a couple of TV commercials.

Oh, that's it. Right. That's where I saw him.

You saw them.

I just saw one maybe last week.

Jif Peanut Butter.

Dennis Cooper

Yeah, exactly. I knew he looked familiar.

There's a website about him. I don't know if you've seen that. Some
pedophile put it together. Actually I put it up. That's a secret, though. It gets
a lot of hits. Mostly fags, but a few girls. They're obsessed with him.

Yeah, I always noticed those commercials.

He got offered a series, a Disney film, a couple of other things. But it was
too late.

He can't do it?

No way Look in his eyes.

Yeah.

Not much there.

They're beautiful eyes.

He looks kind of soulful, doesn't he? Guys say that.

Yeah.

He's not. Or maybe he is, who knows?

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•*.

He's really something.

So I'm thinking two-five.

Twenty-five thousand?

Yeah.

Dad?

You're joking. That's an insane amount of money.

Look, take as long as you want. Charge your friends to fuck him. Make
pornos with him. I don't care.

Dad?
Look, I had to quit my job to be his fucking nurse. He can't eat or take a shit
by himself. He can't walk by himself. I'm in debt. I'm totally exhausted.

I'll give you fifteen.

Twenty's the lowest I'm going to go. What, Felix? Can I sit down?

Dennis Cooper

All right, twenty.

But you have to do it here, tonight.

Here?

Dad?

You can sit down in a minute, Felix.

Fuck that.

And I get to beat the crap out of him first.

Look, I want to take some time on this. He's an amazing kid. There's a lot I
want to do.

Then it's twenty- five.

Look .. . Okay, fine.

Good. Felix?

Yeah?

Get dressed.

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No, don't. He's great like this.

Dad?

Do what he says, Felix.

Give me your hand.

Okay Dad? Later, Felix. Okay. Bye.

Board

I'd like to begin this message board by proposing we help builtlikeatruck.

I'd be willing to forego my next date with an escort and donate the money to
help him rebuild his business. If enough of us do the same that could really
make a difference. What do you guys say? pppeter

I think pppeter has a great idea. I work in fund raising for a living, and
would be willing to coordinate the effort. Let's show the world that the
escort loving community is a group of caring individuals, and make a small
sacrifice to help out one of our own. diilygob41.

What is this, the Red Cross or something? Give me a fucking break. We're
all caught up in this Brad thing because we're obsessed with him and want
to fuck him. I want to know where he is and how I can reach him, and so do
all of you. Let's get off our high horses and down to business,
thetimmonster

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"*.

I'd be happy to donate part of my escort money to help out builtliketruck,

but maybe someone should get in touch with him first and see if he needs or
wants our help. Also I want to say to thetimmonster and to everyone else
that if we're going to be honest, let's all just admit that we don't want to fuck
Brad, we want to kill him. There are hundreds of Brads out there ready to
be fucked. We're obsessed with Brad and Brian because the murder thing
gives us a boner, and because Brad or Brian or whoever the genius is behind
this ridiculous scam knows just how to fuck with our heads. This whole
thing is just sick porn and we've all been implicated. Brad's probably a real
person, but the Brad we're all obsessed with is a fantasy. Let's admit it and
talk openly about our deep dark secret. I'll be happy to start. My secret
fantasy is to rape, torture, and kill Nick Carter of the Backstreet Boys. I'd
give anything in the world to do that. He's my Brad. Who's yours?
boybandluvXXX

Nick Carter, definitely. Wow, I'm not the only one? boybandluvXXX, email
me and let's talk about it privately. Nick Carter naked and dead and ice cold
in my bed after a night of hot, kinky sex is perfection. For me, early Nick
Carter is the ultimate. By early I mean how he looked in that 'Backstreet's
Back, All right!' or whatever it's called video, popnfresh

Or even earlier. There are some pictures of Nick at 15 on backstreet.com

that practically give me a brain aneurism.

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When I imagine Brad, based on the earlier descriptions, I think he must

look a lot like early Nick. boybandluvXXX

The freaks come out. Keep it between the sheets, guys. I'm addicted to this
saga because it's like a great mystery novel with a lot of sex scenes in it.
That's all there is to it. It's like cutting edge escapism. I want to know how it
turns out. Who's telling the truth? Who killed Stevie Sexed and why? Why
don't some of the actual participants in this whole thing like secretlifer or
builtlikeatruck or Renn Adams post here and give us some clues? Am I
alone? sammyd

Hi there, fellas. I've been reading this thread, and thought I should post a
message here for a couple of reasons. First of all, I appreciate the offer to
help me out financially. The truth is that I'm covered by insurance, and,
thanks to my loyal and caring customers here in Portland, I'm already in the
process of rebuilding my business. The damage was more psychological
than financial, but luckily I have some good friends to support me in this
tough time. I also thought you'd like to hear an update on the situation with
Brad. Like I told you, Brad confessed to the crime, and was in custody
awaiting a hearing that would determine the length of his prison sentence.
Not long after my last post, Brad's girlfriend Elaine called and asked to
meet with me. I did meet with her, mostly hoping to get answers to my
questions about why Brad did what he did. After talking to her, I think

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I have a much better understanding of the situation. I thought I would share

with those of you who are interested. Elaine, who is about fifteen years
older than Brad, has known him since he was a kid. She says that he has
had serious mental problems since he was very young, and needs seven
different prescription medications to remain even relatively stable. She says
his mental illness manifests itself in a fixation on older men, and that he has
'gone off the deep end' (her words) and had sexual relationships with gay
men since he was eleven years old. She says his pattern has been to become
obsessed with gay men, then become violent when they get tired of him.
She told me all of this in the hope that I would ask the prosecutor that Brad
be given hospitalization rather than prison time. She believes that throwing
Brad in with a bunch of criminals and sexual predators would only make
Brad's problems worse, as well as endangering his life. Because I think
she's right, and because she is pregnant with his child, I did make this
request. What I didn't know was that Brad has an extensive arrest record
here in Portland for prostitution, assault, stalking, and criminal mischief.
Because of his age at the time of the earlier crimes, he was treated leniently,
but as he is now sixteen years old (that's official), a prison sentence was
'mandated.' Brad was sentenced (as an adult, shockingly) to eight months in
a minimum security prison, but he will receive psychological counseling
and will not be housed with the prison's general population unless he

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misbehaves (whatever that means), at which time his special treatment will
be terminated. That's the update. Thanks again for your offer.
builtlikeatruck44

Thanks, builtlikeatruck. Can you tell us what prison he's in? Can we write
to him? Is he allowed to accept gifts? Can he receive visitors? pppeter
I accessed the Portland Oregonian Newspaper's website
(www.portlandoregonian.com) and found out that Brad (last name Gordon)
is in Sackamount Prison. I assume you can write to him there and he'll get
the letters, as long you don't write anything too nasty There's even a blurry
picture of him. Check it out. zeelyzap

Wow, he may be the cutest boy I've ever seen, at least in that one picture.
Does anyone know if the parts in his reviews where he was fist fucked are
true? If I could fist fuck the boy in that picture, I would happily die of a
heart attack on the spot, builtlikeatruck, if you're still there, does he really
look like that? thetempestuoustop

I looked at that picture on the Portland Oregonian site. What are you talking
about? You can't even see what he looks like. You're tripping, pppeter

You are a bunch of sickos. Does he look like that? Yeah, he

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does. Get your heads out of your crotches for one second. The kid is
mentally ill. He's sixteen years old. I don't believe what a bunch of fucking
amoral, soulless monsters you are. I'm outta here. builtlikeatruck44

No offense, builtlikeatruck, but we're just fantasizing aloud here. Our

fantasy lives are not a police state. We've never met Brad. He didn't burn
down our place of business, if I get off imagining my fist in a sixteen year
old boy's ass, so what? If I met him, I'd probably feel the way you do, but I
haven't met him, and considering the mystery and lies swirling around him,
I think he's ripe for any fantasy I want, thetempestuoustop

Fine. Fantasize about anything you want, but don't write him letters and lay
your shit on him. That's where it gets amoral. builtlikeatruck44

Hi, everyone. I'm Brad's girlfriend Elaine. I think some of you are mentally
ill. I love him, and it scares me to death to know that when he's released
from prison, you're going to be out there in the world trying to tempt him
into being self-destructive again. Have some compassion, for God's sake. If
there are any of you out there who are truly kind and compassionate, Brad
has a favor to ask. He's worried about me and our kid, especially now that
I'm unemployed. Brad has limited access to email in prison. He's only

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allowed to correspond with me and his family. He says to tell you that if
you are willing to help me out with a donation of $100, you can ask him
questions and he will answer them. You would email the questions to me,
and I would forward the email to him, and then forward his reply on to you.
He will not answer any disgusting sexual questions, just G-rated questions
about his day to day life and about his past. If you would be interested in
doing this, you can email me at [email protected] for further
information. Only serious and decent people please, egarrison

Hey Elaine, before you disappear, is there any chance you'd be willing to
answer a few general questions for those of us who can't afford to spare
$100, as much we'd like to? I just mean basic things like how he's doing,
how you guys met, whether he's straight or bisexual, what you love most
about him, and anything you'd be willing to pass along that would help us
know the real Brad? Thanks and take care of yourself. knockitoff6

boybandluvXXX and I have started a Kill Nick Carter discussion group, If

you're interested in sharing your fatal fantasies about the Rolls Royce of
potential corpses, you can join the fun at
http://yahoo.com/clubs/nickcarterRIP. popnfresh

I'll make this brief and to the point. I read Elaine's post. I

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urge you not to trust her. As far as I know, she does not have email access to
Brad. No one does. I feel for her situation, and wish her the best, but I think
she is scamming you. There are reasons why I think this, but I can't go into
them here. builtlikeatruck44
I just wired Elaine $100. Am I screwed? Has anyone else accepted her
offer? lonelylarry

Hi guys, this is Elaine. I feel that I have to respond to built-likeatruck's

accusation against me. I am in email contact with Brad, and he will answer
your questions. I just sent one of you his answers, so maybe that person can
post here and confirm that what I'm doing is legitimate, builtlikeatruck is
the liar here. You want to know the truth? I did plead with him to ask the
judge in Brad's case for leniency He refused, and showed no sympathy at all
for Brad's medical condition. I was desperate to help Brad, so I did
something that I'm not proud of and blackmailed him into helping me. The
truth is that he has been deceitful with you from the beginning. He did hire
Brad, but not to work at his business. Brad would show up at the work place
at noon, and builikeatruck would take Brad back to his house and have sex
with him for a few hours, then bring Brad back to the work place where I
would pick him up. I didn't like that Brad was returning to that way of life,
but we were desperate for money, builtlikeatruck promised Brad he would
pay him at

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the end of the week, and make it seem like he was on the payroll. But the
day before Brad was to be paid, built-likeatruck fired him and refused to
pay him for the work he'd done. Not only was this incredibly unfair, but it
played right into Brad's mental problems. Brad went to built-likeatruck's
house that night and begged him for the money, and builtlikeatruck finally
agreed to pay him in return for sex. Brad went through with it, and
builtlikeatruck still refused to pay, and threw Brad out of his house. That's
when Brad flipped out and burned down builtikeatruck's business. I told
builtlikeatruck I would tell the police that he knowingly had sex with a
sixteen year old boy if he didn't help Brad with the judge. That's when he
agreed. That's the truth. He's a lying scumbag pedophile, and you shouldn't
believe him. egarrison

Here we go again. Could this get any more exciting? mantobeat

I can vouch that Elaine sent me answers to the questions I paid her to ask
Brad. Whether Brad answered them himself, I don't know. I will say that in
the future Elaine might want to consider cutting and pasting the answers
into a new email, because in forwarding me Brad's (or whoever's) email,
she inadvertently sent me his address. I won't take advantage of this golden
opportunity, but don't think I'm not tempted. I wonder how much I could get
for it on eBay? Just kidding, Elaine ;-)) Since I spent my hard earned money
on

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these answers, and you didn't, I'm not going to share them with you. I will
say that if Brad wrote the email, he's a very screwed up young man, in a
most appealing and sexy way of course, likeemyoung

Alright, Elaine, you asked for it. Elaine is a well known Portland skeezbag
who takes in street hustlers, addicts them to heroin, and pimps them to
support her and their drug habits. It's true that Elaine has known Brad since
he was young, but, as far as I know, they are not now and have never been
romantically involved. She is visibly pregnant, but whether the kid is Brad's
is anyone's guess. Whether her story about Brad's alleged mental illness is
true, I can't tell you, although I do believe that there is a shred of truth in it.
The truth is I met Brad when I picked him up in a hustler bar here one night
and took him home. I didn't know until much later that he was the Brad
everyone had been writing about on this website, since as far as I knew
Brad was dead or at least living in Southern California. I also did not know
he was under aged until he was arrested, and the truth came out. The sex
wasn't fantastic, but I thought he was sweet kid, and gave him a job at my
business. Brad was very happy to have found a way out of his hellish life
with Elaine. He told Elaine that he was having sex with me everyday, but he
was in fact working for me and planned to move out of Elaine's place once
he'd earned enough money to get his own apartment. The rest of what
happened is exactly as I

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explained it to you before. I had sex with Brad only that one initial time,
and in no way, shape, or form could it be called S&M. The only thing I
didn't mention was that Brad's erratic behavior when he came to my house
that night was due in part to the fact that Elaine, who was angry at him for
quitting his 'job,' had refused to give him his medication, so he was having
withdrawals. I regret not helping him out that night, and I regret lying to
you to protect myself, but what's done is done. But if you think she's in
contact with Brad, think again. I'm sure your questions are being answered
by one or more of her flock of junkie hustlers. Be forewarned.
builtlikeatruck44

Does anyone know the latest on the investigation in Stevie's murder? This
whole Brad thing is very amusing, but I'm curious if there's an update on
the situation in San Diego, kellymartin

Well, I couldn't help myself. I wrote an email to Brad at the address that
Elaine accidentally forwarded to me, and he wrote back, or somebody did.
Is it Brad? See what you think. Here's his email to me: "Dear likeemyoung,
It was weird to get an email from somebody I don't know. They said my
address was blocked. Elaine is a fuck up, so it's no shock to me that she sent
you my address. I'll probably get shit for writing to you but I'm lonely.
Thanks for the stuff you said about how I look. I don't get tired of hearing
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killed myself a long time if I didn't look like this. I know about all that shit
written about me on that website or most of it. I think it's hilarious. You
asked me about Brian. Brian's fucked up, but I love him and I always will
probably because he loves me more than anyone else ever did. It's not his
fault. I did tell him he could kill me. It was a night when I was really loaded
and feeling bad about myself, but I meant it. He started to kill me and I
freaked out, but it was my choice not his. It wouldn't make any difference if
he had killed me to be honest with you. I'm serious about that. Brian
believed in me. He was stupid to believe in me but I'll be honest you, I miss
him. I wonder if he knows where I am. It's too late now because Elaine's
going to have my kid so I'm going to marry her when I get out of here. You
asked if we could hook up for sex when I get out of here, but that depends
on how shit goes with her. If she has an abortion then it's for sure. I can give
you a call if it doesn't work out. I don't know who built-likeatruck is. Do
you mean Tony the guy I did the arson thing on? I don't know what he's
been saying about me. I'm sorry about what I did to him but he kind of
played with my head if you know what I mean. He told me he really liked
me and it wasn't about sex and I believed him like the stupid fucker I am,
but then he turns around and rapes me when I needed a friend. He should be
so fucking grateful that I didn't say anything about that to my lawyer. I'm a
nice person. I'm just stupid to want people to like me. The good thing about
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to rape me really bad and let me know about it every fucking minute but
they don't say they're in love with me. There's a guy here who wants to kill
me and he means it. He's not like all those faggots I used to go with who
just wanted to hit me. He's not like all those faggots who wrote all that
bullshit about killing me on that website. If some sick, evil motherfucker
wanted to kill me and not just talk about it, I'd go for it. I don't mean now
because I'm going to have a kid and I want to try to live and love my kid.
Fuck it. That's about all I can tell you. Writing to you is making me too
depressed. Bye, later. Brad." likeemyoung

Mr. Anthony Villani aka builtlikeatruck (he wishes, btw) has been arrested
on charges of child molestation, thanks to me. That's the good news. That
bad news is that no thanks to likeemyoung, Brad was caught abusing his
emailing privileges and got into a fight with two guards, and has been
placed in the general prison population. So not only am I, the mother of his
child and his fiancee, unable to talk to him, but his life is in danger. So
thanks a whole lot, asshole. So now you freaks can go jerk off thinking
about what Brad's probably going through right this very second. I wish all
of you a slow, painful death, egarrison

Is this for real? Is that a stupid question? bobbybebrave

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I have an acquaintance who works in the administrative offices of

Sackamount prison. I have a call into him. I'll let you know if he can tell me
anything about Brad's status. He's gay so I think he might be willing to
share what he knows, snazzystocky

Greetings, everyone. I'm writing an article about Kenneth ('Stevie Sexed')

Miller's murder for The Advocate, and thought I'd update you on the latest.
I have a source in the law firm Katz and Freiberg, who are representing
David ('Corey #3') Barrows in his upcoming murder trial. According to this
source, Barrow's attorney will claim that he was hired by Brian Mason
Caldwell—aka the 'Brian' of Brad and Brian fame—to assist him in the
murder of Kenneth Miller. Barrows' defense team contends that he was
addicted to crystal meth at the time of the transaction, and accepted the job
only to get money to pay off some drug dealers, but that he never intended
to commit the crime. They contend that the murder was committed by
Caldwell, and that Barrows was set up to take the fall. But there are several
problems with this scenario. The first problem is that the police interviewed
Caldwell, and, according to the transcript of this interview, Caldwell
contends that Barrows contacted him on numerous occasions in the months
prior to Miller's murder offering to sell him a snuff video. He claims that he
did eventually agree to buy the video, and arranged to meet Barrows at an
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complete the sale. He claims that when he arrived, Barrows answered the
door in a very disheveled state and covered with what appeared to be blood.
According to Caldwell, Barrows confessed that he had never in fact
possessed said snuff video, and had in desperation murdered Miller that
morning in order to videotape the crime. Caldwell says that Barrows offered
to show him Miller's body, which Barrows claimed was somewhere in the
apartment, and that he declined and subsequently fled the apartment without
buying said videotape. Caldwell also turned over to the police copies of the
incriminating emails Barrows had sent him. The second problem is that
Barrows's semen was recovered from Miller's bowel and digestive tract,
although Barrows' lawyers' contention is that this can be explained as the
result of Miller and Barrows having been hired to have sex together by a
client on the previous night. They are currently trying to locate the client.
The third problem is that the police have been tipped that a videotape of
Barrows murdering Miller exists and that copies of this tape are in the
possession of several members of San Diego's gay community, although no
copies of this tape have turned up thus far. Separate from the investigation, I
have been approached by someone who claims to have a copy of this tape
and I'm currently in the process of following up on this lead. If anyone out
there has any information about the case, they can contact me at zyoung
@earthlink.net. thegayjournalist

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Oh mama, I would love to see that video. Does that make me an amoral
monster? That's a serious question, underthegunguy

It doesn't make you any more amoral than someone who wants to watch a
documentary on Nazi concentration camps. As a Jew, I think it's far less
amoral. If what we know about Stevie is true, it was possibly consensual
and maybe even a mercy killing. The only difference is that Corey or Brian
probably weren't feeling merciful at the time. If Stevie really did want to die
in a snuff video, as several reports have suggested, wouldn't watching that
video be like honoring a dying person's last request? I'd be curious to know
if Stevie even fought with his murderer. Who's to say it wasn't the happiest
moment of his life? I'd love to see the video too. bergofstrength

I think I saw the video you guys are talking about. It was shown to me at a
dinner party last week. Trust me, you don't want to see what I saw I spent
about an hour afterwards vomiting my guts out. I'm into S&M, but this was
just nauseating and inhuman. The guy who showed me the tape said the
victim was Stevie Sexed, and it did look like him. There were two guys
murdering him. Both wore leather hoods, so I can't tell you if one of them
was Corey #3. One of them looked about mid-forties and had an eagle
tattooed on one of his ass cheeks. The other guy looked about late twenties,
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unseen person operating the camera. The victim looked very drugged and
not really aware of what was happening. They beat him up and had rough
sex until they were all covered with his blood. Then they tied him spread
eagle to the bed and the younger guy cut his genitals off while the older guy
basically burned his face off with a blowtorch. Then they started caving in
his head and chest with metal baseball bats. That's when I couldn't take
anymore and threw up and had to leave the room. I feel sick to my stomach
even thinking about it, so I'll stop there, justaboy

Eagle tattoo on the ass: Renn Adams, bergofstrength

Or someone trying to make us think he think he's Renn Adams,

nottooshabby

Renn Adams makes sense from what we know. Corey, Renn Adams, and
Brian behind the camera, ugheustace

Call me sick, but I'd still love to see that tape, underthe-gunguy

Greetings. Here's an update on what I've learned about the Kenneth Miller
murder case. I viewed the videotape that I mentioned to you in my previous
post. It would appear to be the same tape described by justaboy. Despite
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Sexed. According to the person who showed it to me, the tape has been
circulating for about two years. He believes the victim is a San Diego based
escort named Kevin who disappeared approximately two years ago. Having
studied a rather unclear headshot of Kevin printed in the San Diego Union
at the time of his disappearance, I would have to agree. I believe this tape
could be the one mentioned by Kenneth Miller in his posts on the old Brad
reviews page. I also suspect that one of the men in the tape is in fact Renn
Adams. I have a lead on Adams' current whereabouts, and I hope to be able
to speak with him in the near future. The other man in the tape does not
appear to be Barrows, at least based on my comparison of the man's body to
some photographs I have obtained. I continue to believe that a videotape of
Kenneth Miller's murder does exist, but its whereabouts are unknown. I
would appreciate any credible leads. Also, if Brian Caldwell is reading this,
as I suspect he might be, please contact me at the number I left on your
phone machine. That's it for now thegayjournalist
If any of you are interested, I heard from my friend who works at the prison
where Brad is serving his sentence. I'll paste his email below.

r\p«« *******

There is a 16 year old prisoner here named Brad Gordon. He must be about
5' 9", 120 lbs., dirty blond hair, cute face. I've

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heard rumors he whored around on the outside, but a pretty-young kid

always gets the population excited so I didn't give them much credence.
That's quite a story you're spinning there. Another guard here is tight with
Gordon, so I ran your questions by him. I was going to tell you that no
prisoner here has email privileges, but I guess my coworker has been acting
as the middleman between Gordon and some people on the outside. Gordon
writes letters then gives them to the guard who types and sends the
messages, and when Gordon receives emails the guard prints out hard
copies and sneaks them to him. The guard told me he just feels sympathetic
for Gordon's tough situation, but a couple of prisoners told me the two are
having sex in Gordon's cell at night, and that Gordon is under the guard's
protection. They said Gordon has been targeted for a gang rape by about
two dozen prisoners, and they're just waiting for the guard to break off the
relationship. When I confronted the guard, he admitted he had traded email
privileges for sex. I should report this to the warden and get the guard fired,
but if I do that, your boy is dead. When kids get gang raped in here, they
almost always 'hang themselves.' (The prison reports these deaths as a
suicides, and everyone keeps their mouths shut.) The guard offered to set
me up with Gordon in return for not reporting him, and I've decided to take
him up on it. Before you think I've turned pedophile or something, working
here does strange things to your head. When you're around a bunch of ugly,
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guy starts to look pretty damned attractive. For me, riding a boy's ass or
blowing your load in his mouth can't compete with fucking a man I love,
but it's got a charge all its own, I'll give you that much. So I guess that
answers your questions. Be a buddy and keep all this between you and me,
and I'll give you a taste of what it's like, all right? Henry

How about that shit, huh? Don't worry, I'll share whatever he says with you.
You guys owe me, though, snazzystocky

Call me sick if you want but Brad gang raped by a dozen violent criminals
then hung by his own belt in a lonely prison cell sounds like the perfect
ending to his lying, manipulative, bullshit story to me. I'd give anything to
see a video of that. Anyone else agree? vincetheviolet

Fuck that. I want be the one to snuff him. I'm one of the people Brad emails
with, and he said I can kill him for $50,000 when he's released from prison.
I'm trying to the raise the money. Anyone want to go in with me? killkillkill

Get real, killkillkill. You can't be serious. You're telling us that Brad is
selling his life to strangers over the internet with the help of a prison guard?
Yeah, I believe that. Take your ridiculous fantasies to that Kill Nick Carter
group. We're trying to cut through all the lies swirling around this kid and
get to the truth here, pppeter

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Fuck you. I'm telling the truth. Here's part of Brad's last email to me if you
don't believe me.'... I thought about what you wrote, and I've decided you
can kill me for $30,000. You'd have to put it in a trust fund for my kid. My
girlfriend Elaine is looking into how I can set that up. If you want to
videotape it, the price is $50,000. If you're serious about this, I'll put you in
touch with her, but don't fucking tell her what the money's for. Just tell her
you're a nice rich guy or some shit. I should be out of here in about three
months ' Eat shit, pppeter.

Like I said, if anyone wants to go in with me on this, I'm going to need help
to raise that kind of money, killkillkill
I agree that this sounds completely implausible, but maybe snazzystocky
could ask his prison guard friend to confirm or deny, just so we know for
sure? ronaldtrix

I sent my prison guard friend an email asking about this. I'll keep you
informed, snazzystocky

How does one write to Brad? I'll gladly pay for the information. On the
chance that Brad is reading this, I'll pay you $60,000 if I can snuff you and
videotape it. I'm a tax attorney who has experience setting up trust funds,
and can help you on that end as well. If you're interested, post a message
here, and let me know how to proceed, lawyerguy

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Do these two wannabe murderers not realize the police are monitoring this
group? Hello?! pppeter

Here's my theory I think we're right back where we started. Somewhere

along the way this thread of posts was invaded by that Brian character or
whoever created 'Brian,' possibly Brad himself, that is assuming Brad is a
real person to begin with. We have no proof that the Brad in prison in
Oregon is the same Brad who was reviewed on this site, do we? No one
ever posted a picture of the original Brad that I'm aware of. We're basing a
lot of what we believe to be true on the posts of builtlikeatruck. How do we
know he's the real deal? I think the whole story of Brad trading sex for
email privileges and this supposed gang of prisoners planning to rape and
kill Brad is very far fetched. That sounds like a fantasy of prison life to me.
Then there's Brad supposedly agreeing to be murdered for money. Again,
it's just so unrealistic. Maybe we should concentrate on the Stevie Sexed
murder investigation and drop this whole Brad nonsense, or at least agree
that we're playing out a collective fantasy and nothing more. buttons999

I got some reality for you freaks if you want it. I was one of Elaine's friends
until last week. The email thing is a scam. Me and two other boys have
been writing those guys and saying we're Brad. Elaine hasn't talked to Brad
or seen him or anything since he got locked up. The email scam is just
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for kicks and ripping off the pricks who are fucking stupid enough to
believe it. I'm writing this cos Elaine fucked me over good and that bitch
can just eat it. I'm also writing cos I got an offer to make to that guy Brian
who used to be with Brad if he's reading this (and I know he is). I tried
emailing you yesterday but maybe your server's fucked up because you
haven't written me back. I have something that you'll very be interested in. I
think you know what it is. I want money in return. I think when you see it in
person, you'll definitely want it. I'm in Hollywood right now and if you're
interested, be at Spotlight bar on Cahuenga at 1 am on this Friday. Just be
there and have a beer in your hand and at 1 am put your beer on the jukebox
and watch the door. The first guy who walks out the door after that will be
me and just leave the bar and follow me on foot at a safe distance and the
rest will just happen. Don't try any shit on me and I won't try any shit on
you. This is a serious offer. JT

I don't know whether to laugh or cry (LOL). yesman

I don't know whether to moan or groan ;-o. ivantheterrible

This is Elaine. It's very important that all of you read this. It's true that the
emailing thing with Brad was a scam. It wasn't my idea, and I regret going
along with it. It is over as of right now. A young acquaintance of mine
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is the one who posted the message signed JT. Jimmy is a very unbalanced
and dangerous boy who works as a prostitute here in Portland. He has a
violent temper and has beaten two of his customers in the past, but they
didn't report the beatings for the obvious reason. I should have cut off
contact with him months ago, but I have a soft heart and thought he was a
good kid deep down. Obviously, I made a huge mistake. For the past month,
a young neighborhood kid has been hanging around with some of the young
street kids who are my friends. Some of the boys befriended him, and he
became kind of their mascot. He's a very innocent and naive kid who
unfortunately fell lock, stock, and barrel for Jimmy Taylors egotistical
bullshit. He came to really idolize Jimmy, even though Jimmy treated him
with nothing but cruelty and contempt. When Jimmy took off, the boy went
missing, and Jimmy's post confirms my fear that they are probably together.
Another young friend of mine confessed to me this morning that Jimmy has
been in email contact with Brad's ex-boyfriend Brian for several months
and has been passing along information about Brad. I'm horrified to say that
I think Jimmy plans to sell this young neighborhood boy to Brian. I know
you guys have some sick fantasies, but this boy is just a sweet and innocent
child. Brian, I beg you not to do what he's asking. He may be scamming
you, but there's just as good a chance that he is prepared to endanger the
boy's life to make some quick money. If you have any decency, you'll call
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least take matters into your own hands and do what it takes to get the boy
with Jimmy to safety. Think what you want of me, but don't hurt this kid.
egarrison

Dear Elaine, The email scam was wrong and selfish of you. You blame your
'young friends/ but you're responsible. That said, I thank God you posted
that message and I pray to God that the young boy is safe. Of course by
posting that message, chances are that Jimmy Taylor and the boy are long
gone. Just in case, four friends of mine and I will be at the Spotlight bar on
Friday, prepared to do whatever it takes to capture Jimmy Taylor and turn
him into the police. Be assured that my friends and I will do everything we
can. Could you post descriptions of the two boys? It's possible that I or
someone else in the Hollywood area could spot the pair and alert the police.
Thanks, and pray for us all. goodandplenty

I thought you'd like to know that Jimmy Taylor is not a problem anymore. I
took care of it. I sent in a review if you want to know the details. Check
under Jimmy #2 in the Portland section. It's the newest (fifth) review, dated
yesterday. The boy with Jimmy is safe for now. Well, he's alive anyway. I
need to get some sleep because I'm exhausted. If you read the review, you'll
understand why. Later, guys, someoneone
I read the Jimmy 'review' That is some sick, sick shit. Brian, is that you? It
has your earmarks, hotgiant

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Look at this way: at least Jimmy finally got a positive review. Sweet
dreams, someoneone

I'm one of the suckers who wasted good money on Jimmy #2 from
Portland. See my review dated last April 18th. If someoneone did what he
says, then he'll be able to describe a very unusual tattoo that Jimmy has (or
had?) and where it is (or was?) located on his body, pozandproud

I just want to let you know that our Kill Nick Carter group is really cooking
and you guys ought to check it out and join in on the fun. If Nick isn't your
thing, how about his stunning little bro Aaron Carter? He's fair game too.
Want to know what happens when a naked, drugged Nick is thrown into a
lion's cage? Maybe you prefer the story of the psycho surgeon who finds a
naked, anesthetized Aaron on his operating table? Sound good? You know
it does. boybandluvXXX

Okay, someoneone, put it out there or get your mind games out of here,
masteringmike

Since chances are you're lying through your teeth, whoever you are, I'm
embarrassed to say this, but you shouldn't do to that boy what you did to
Jimmy Taylor. Why, you ask? Because you've killed enough for one night,
and I dare you to convince yourself and us why you should kill him. The
reasons not to do it are obvious. I'd like hear you justify such

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an evil act. Maybe you think you can justify Jimmy Taylors murder by
arguing that he brought it on himself but how do you justify killing an
impressionable, innocent boy who did you no harm? marcfromphilly

This guy sounds like he's killed before. I'd like him to tell us who he is. He
probably just wants attention. Talk to us and let the boy go. pppeter
His story is a bunch of crap. Prove it, you liar, snazzystocky

OceanofPDF.com
Just so you all know, my friends and I went to Spotlight tonight, and did
what Jimmy Taylor asked, and nothing happened. I don't know what it
means, but Jimmy Taylor either didn't show or chickened out. I just got
home, and brought a hustler back with me, so this will be quick, but that's
what the story is on my end. goodandplenty

I just had a nice, long sleep and feel a whole lot better. I have to go get my
broken fingers (see review) looked at, but I thought I'd say hi. Prove it?
James Taylor. Hair: blond, eyes: blue. I didn't measure him, but he was
about 5' 9", maybe 130 lbs. He had the word Tool tattooed in his right
armpit, and a big, ugly scar on his left ankle. The other kid says his name is
Phillip Berringer and that he's 13 years old. He seems to be a hippie or the
son of hippies, and was wearing a tie-dyed t-shirt, baggy old jeans, and
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he arrived. He has long, straight brown hair, green eyes, a cute elfin, turned
up nose and this really pretty little ass. He's vegan and claims he has been
since birth. I'm guessing that explains why his ass has such a sweet,
delicious aroma. I'm no scat queen, but I'm definitely going to sample
what's up that hot little ass. What else do you need to know? He's still alive,
obviously, and I'm waiting to be convinced why he should remain so. Don't
wait too long, someoneone

Call me crazy, but I also think this is Brian of 'Brian and Brad.' There's just
something about his posts that starts bells ringing in my head. Are you the
Brian of Brad and Brian? Fess up. xtacyla

Again, I ask you to justify your actions. You can't, can you? marcfromphilly

As the person who asked this psycho to prove he killed Jimmy Taylor, I
should tell you that his 'proof consists of information that is readily
available in Jimmy #2's reviews. Even the tattoo in the armpit is described
there. I just hadn't noticed it before. Again, I say this guy is full of shit,
pozandproud
I'm a friend of Elaine and she asked me to write because she's too upset.
She wants to say the guy who says he killed Jimmy Taylor knows too much
about him and it must be true. I want to say to the guy please don't hurt
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really have him. We call him Philly but his name is Phillip Berringer. We
really care about him and he's not a hustler or anything like that but just a
sweet little person. We put all our money together and we have almost
$5000 we can pay the guy if he lets Philly go. The guy can email me at
[email protected] or write a message to me here. If he wants
something else instead he can just ask. xtracutebill

Dear xtracutebill, We can negotiate for Phillip, but no emailing. I'm not an
idiot. Also, just so you know, money's not what I want. Be online between 9
and 11 pm tonight and I'll send you an instant message. We'll chat and see
what we can figure out. Now excuse me. I have a 13 year old virgin to fuck,
someoneone

Wait, so this is real? I've just been thinking it was a bunch of bull. What do
we do now, call the police? pppeter

I still say it's a bunch of bull. I've never killed anyone, obviously, but that
guy's review of Jimmy Taylor is pure porn. It was obviously written by
someone who was fantasizing about doing those things, not someone who'd
just killed a boy and dismembered him, and who supposedly is completely
exhausted and has three broken fingers. It doesn't make sense that he'd still
be so hot and bothered about a boy after he'd dismembered him. He'd feel
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how cute he was. It's not logical at all. It's a cruel mind game. snazzystocky

I've never posted before and I won't post again, but I killed a boy once, and
I can tell you that I still masturbate thinking about him four years later. That
guy's post rang true to me. Unless you've killed a boy you have no idea how
hot it is, and how the boy you killed becomes the ultimate sex object
forever. Maybe it doesn't make sense, but it happens. It takes all my
willpower not to kill another boy. I believe him and, as sick as it may sound
to you, I envy him. God give me strength, nobodyatall

To the change the subject slightly, so what's the real story on Brad? Does
anyone know? Is he still in prison? jimgimz

To someoneone, I've thought about your offer, and I think we can work
something out. I'll be online from 7 pm until you IM me. xtracutebill

xtracutebill, Can you let us in on this? You probably can't, right? I'm sure a
lot of us are anxious to know goodandplenty

If the anonymous poster really is Brian, which I don't believe, what

happened to him? He used to play himself as a nice, emotional guy who had
sick sexual fantasies. Now he just sounds like a cold hearted psychopath.
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main reason I don't think he's the same person. Explain, simperingsam

someoneone, the answer is yes. Tell me how do this. I'll be online until
midnight, xtracutebill

Hey builtlikeatruck, can anyone visit Brad? easygoer

To answer xtacyla's question, yeah, I'm Brian. You want to know why I
changed? Because Brad broke my fucking heart. Brad crushed my soul and
twisted my mind. I loved that beautiful, selfish, lying, manipulative,
psychotic young prick. If there's any feeling left in me, I still love him. I kill
boys because I hate them for not being him. The hatred I feel when I rape
and humiliate and torture and beat and dismember their beautiful young
faces and bodies is as close as I can get to the fury of love I felt for Brad.
The thing about Brad is that he was right—killing a boy who wants to die is
an experience beyond any other in the world. I've had some of the most
sexually intense, profound experiences that anyone has ever had, and I
know the ugly truth of what life really means. Brad convinced me that he
wanted me to kill him because it would mean he and I were both truly
loved, and that I haven't achieved, and that's the only thing will stop me
because I know that is what I need. I shouldn't say it's the only thing that
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impossible to find that perfect love. What will stop me is killing Brad. I'm
going to kill him. There's nothing you or he or anyone he knows can do
about it. I'm going to do whatever it takes to find him and snuff out his
exquisite and sadistic life, and in the meantime I'm going to get my rocks
off by continuing my quest for the penultimate murder. If Brad has any
humanity in him, he will give himself to me to save the lives of all the boys
who are going to die until he's dead. Because I'm a highly intelligent,
resourceful, and very wealthy guy, and the police will not be able to stop
me. Writing this will not lead the police to me. I've made sure of that, but
go ahead and following my 'leads' if you want. So there you go, you losers.
Oh, if it matters to you, Phillip Berringer is still alive and intact, but he is
not the boy he used to be. I've spent most of the last 24 hours pounding his
little ass with my thick 9 1/2" cock. I've buried most of my hand in his hot,
cramped hips, and heard his anal muscle tear apart, and seen his bloody
asshole gnaw toothlessly at my knuckles. He is running a high fever, and is
very pale and sweaty and weak, but it just makes him look more beautiful.
He doesn't fight me very much anymore, and I think he even enjoys the sex.
If the deal with xtracutebill falls apart, I think I'm going to enjoy every
endless second of killing him. Does anybody out there have any
suggestions? Hopefully, it won't come to that, someoneone

Message to Brian: Greetings. This is thegayjournalist. I've

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been trying to contact you for an interview. You haven't responded to my

messages, but you seem to be very open about discussing your crimes and
fantasies in this forum, so I thought I'd try asking you a few questions, and
you can respond to them here if you'd prefer. I would appreciate it. Here are
my questions, (1) Were you involved in the murder of Stevie Sexed. If so,
can you tell me how you did this and why, and explain what part if any
David (Corey #3) Barrows played in the murder? (2) Was the murder
videotaped? (3) What part if any did Renn Adams play in the murder of
Stevie Sexed? (4) Were you involved in the murder of the escort known as
Kevin? (5) Is there nothing I can do to persuade you to meet with me? If
you want, you can send me an instant message any evening this week
except Wednesday between the hours of 7 pm and 3 am. My AOL screen
name is balticsea7. Thank you for your consideration, thegayjournalist

To xtracutebill, Acknowledgement. Let's do this. As agreed, but change 7 to

9,1134 to 873, remove 'stan.' 20 minutes, brian

PS. to Brian (and everyone else): I wasn't going to mention this, but on
second thought, why not? I have a wild (?) theory that I want to run by
Brian and all of you who might be interested in responding. Even though I
can't substantiate this theory in this forum, my gut tells me that Stevie
Sexed and Brian's Brad are the same person. In other words, Brad is dead
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about isn't the same guy. I think Brad/Stevie was killed by that reviewer
who claimed to have killed him in the old thread of Brad reviews. I think
the suspicion around Corey is a red herring. I think Corey probably killed
the escort Kevin (and probably others) and is lying about the Stevie Sexed
murder in order to get immunity for the Kevin murder. I think whoever
killed Brad/Stevie falsified the latter reviews and postings about Stevie in
the Brad review thread to draw attention away from his deed. I think Renn
Adams was involved, just as the reviewer claimed. Why else would he flee
the United States, as it appears he has done? I don't think Brian was
involved in Brad/Stevie's murder. I think Brian honestly believes that Brad
is still alive. I say all of this to tell Brian that he should meet with me and
tell me his side of the story as a way to clear up the suspicion around him.
thegayjournalist

Elaine, I'm here. Call my cell phone ASAP, xtracutebill

Elaine, Since you're a junkie, and Bill's a decent bottom, I'll give you the
benefit of the doubt, but if you don't call his cell phone to confirm within
the next two hours, the deal's off, and he and Phillip are sentenced to death,
brian

Elaine, YOU FUCKING CUNT, HE'S GOING TO KILL ME IF YOU

DON'T CALL ME IN 30 MINUTES!!!! CALL ME, CALL ME, CALL
ME!!!!! PLEASE!!!! xtracutebill

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Elaine, You are a very, very stupid woman. Do you think this little game of
silence will save Brad? I know he was released early from prison, bitch.
Avoiding me won't help him, and you're sacrificing human lives for
nothing. I don't need your help anyway. Your whore Bill has helped me.
You were willing to sacrifice him, and he's very happy to sacrifice Brad to
earn more money as my informant than he could have ever earned working
as your whore. Thanks to him, I'm tracking Brad's location as we speak. I
know how to contact him, and I'm just waiting for the right moment. I
expect to be back in contact with him within days or weeks. If you think
he'll choose you over me and what I have to offer, then you're very foolish.
As for Phillip, he'll be dead by the morning. I want to kill that cute little
hippie bitch more than you've ever wanted to do anything in your life, so
thank you for the thrill. And to thegayjournalist, I'll try to answer your
questions tomorrow, brian

I still don't buy it. Anybody else agree? pppeter

I know the webmaster of this site doesn't want to get involved in all of this,
but I miss his reality checks. Can or will he help us out at all? anaccountant

Okay, this is interesting. Check out The Oregonian newspaper online

(www.oregonian.com). In the local news archive, there's an little item that
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released from Sackamount Prison three weeks ago now. It says that the
unnamed person against whom Brad committed the crime for which he was
imprisoned lobbied for his early release. Doesn't this seem to confirm
Brian's last post? ohbarry

Obituary: Phillip Lawrence Berringer, 13, died at 7:22 am this morning

after a long battle with his kidnapper. The official cause of death is
unknown, although witness accounts suggest he died of massive internal
injuries. At the time of his death, he was blind, deaf, and paralyzed from the
neck down due to a severe spinal cord injury suffered on the previous night.
Berringer was a cute brunette boy of average intelligence who never
amounted to anything, brian.

PS. Oh, I almost forgot to answer thegayjournalist's questions. Was I

involved in the death of Stevie Sexed? Here's a sketch for you. Early on in
the so-called 'Brad saga,' Stevie (I forget his real name, and who gives a
fuck?) started spamming me with emails wherein he offered himself as 'the
ultimate bottom' for a rather large sum of money. As I've explained, I'm
loaded and don't mind paying for what I want, but I'm not stupid. We
exchanged a few emails. He clarified that I could 'snuff him for a price, but
he refused to explain why money had to be involved, since he would be
dead and beyond material things. His other stipulation was that the murder
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intrigued, but I was involved with Brad at the time and only-interested in
killing him, so I stopped responding to Stevie's emails after a while. Around
that time, he started posting on Brad's reviews thread, and 'reviews' of him
started appearing there as well. It was quite clear to me that this was a game
he was playing to get me to take him up on his offer. In retrospect, I'm
convinced that Stevie was responsible for most of the erroneous reviews
and posts that made the thread of Brad reviews go so haywire. Then Brad
betrayed me and disappeared, and, of course, Stevie immediately started
writing me again offering to be snuffed. By then Stevie's advanced AIDS
and its effect on his mind and body were apparent to everyone, so I was
wary that he wasn't the cute little porn star anymore. But I was extremely
angry and depressed over losing Brad, and saw Stevie as one of the causes
for this loss. I should also say that during this time I had become friendly
with Renn Adams, and he had confessed his participation in two snuff
videos. It seems the reviewer who mentioned the snuff videos was an ex of
Renn's who was using those false reviews to get back at Renn. For me,
Renn was a great person to talk to since he'd actually killed two boys and
could coach me on what to expect when I eventually murdered Brad, and
because he'd done that SM scene with Brad, so we could compare notes. A
couple of days after Brad disappeared, Renn called me and said he was
fleeing the country due to paranoia that the publicizing of Iris involvement
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site would lead to his arrest. He came by for a last visit, and gave me some
of his SM toys as well as his copies of the two snuff videos. I was weighing
Stevie's offer at the time, and Renn suggested that if I decided to snuff
Stevie, I should get in contact with a friend of his, the escort Corey #3, who
had recently posted on this site about doing a threesome with Stevie. Renn
said Corey was very interested in getting involved in the snuff industry. I
phoned Corey, and he agreed to arrange a situation where we could snuff
Stevie in return for a sum of money. Part of this plan involved Corey
posting a series of erroneous reports on this site about Stevie's supposed
possession of a snuff video, and Corey's intention to watch this video, and
his finding a mysterious man in Stevie's apartment who'd claimed he'd
murdered Stevie. The problem was that Corey is a fucking idiot who began
implicating me as a way to protect his own ass, apparently not realizing that
he was implicating himself as well, since we had been emailing about our
plan. If any of you are serious computer wizzes, you might know how
simple it is to alter documents, including emails, in such a way that the
alteration is undetectable. So I went back and altered our correspondence to
set Corey up for the fall. I had been covering my own tracks from the very
beginning. Anyway, Corey told Stevie there was a John who would pay big
money to do an SM scene with both of them, with the John and Corey
playing the masters and Stevie playing the slave. Of course Stevie was more
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put me in touch with a man who had a dungeon which he rented out for
private snuff scenes and snuff video shoots, and I'd arranged to rent it for 24
hours. Corey picked up Stevie and drove to a prearranged location where I
met them. Then I blindfolded both of them and drove all three of us to the
location of the dungeon. Corey was angry about being kept in the dark
about the location, but I explained that this was a prerequisite of the owner,
and he did eventually agree to this precaution. Let me say that Stevie's
AIDS and heavy drug use and willingness to let Johns beat the shit out of
him had taken a toll on his looks, but he was still quite cute in a kind of
disturbing way, if you don't mind them very thin. But he was way too chatty
and hyper for my taste, and I had to stop the car and punch him in the head
a couple of times to shut him up. When we got to the location, the guy who
owned the dungeon took the blindfolded boys and me inside and I paid him.
I forgot to mention that for an extra fee, the dungeon's owner will videotape
the snuff scene, and I'd arranged for that as well. So before Stevie's
blindfold came off, Corey and I put on these latex hoods, and the guy
started filming. Corey and I walked Stevie to the center of the room and
manacled his wrists to these chains hanging from the ceiling, then took his
shoes and socks off, and chained his ankles to the floor, and removed his
blindfold. When he saw the room and our hoods and the videotaping, he
kind of freaked out. I guess it was pretty obvious he wasn't going to get out
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beg us to let him go or anything, but he started crying and hyperventilating,

and at the same time it was like he was trying to control himself and calm
down. I was just kind of amazed by the gravity of the whole thing, since it
was all new to me. But Corey got all macho and started telling Stevie he
was a pathetic AIDS whore and he deserved to die, and that no one cared,
and that no one would remember him and so on. Weirdly, that seemed to
calm Stevie down and he started smiling and even laughed a couple of
times at some of Corey's crueler remarks. I thought the whole thing was just
great and beautiful, and even the guy who owned the dungeon seemed
impressed. He kept saying the equivalent of wow and filming Stevie like he
was some fashion model or something. There was a point when it seemed
like it was all good with everyone, including Stevie, and then we started it
and there was no turning back. In retrospect I think the whole thing was
rather crude and full of wasted opportunities, but its power was undeniable,
especially when I watched the videotape, because the guy did a great job of
filming it. It was very SM in style of course, because of where it took place,
which was interesting and hot, though I've come to prefer a much freer and
more personal style of murder because it really brings home that you're
killing an individual. Anyway, Corey and I just basically huddled around
Stevie doling out violence with whips and stun guns and metal bats. There
was so much blood after a while that I had to step back because I didn't
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that piece of shit whore to give me AIDS. Corey who I assume was already
infected, didn't give a shit. At one point he sliced off Stevie's balls and
accidentally cut his hand in the process, but he didn't care, and there was
blood splattering all over him and even into his mouth. I was sort of amazed
by how long Stevie lived. He was conscious, although completely out of it,
right up to the end. After about ninety minutes of this, Stevie was so
mentally gone and ugly that I just said, It's over, let's do it. I took Stevie's
back and Corey took Stevie's front, and we just plunged knives into him
until his dead body was hanging limp in the chains. I'd brought a body bag
with me, and Corey zipped Stevie's corpse inside it, and we carried it out to
the car and put it in the trunk. The dungeon guy let Corey and I shower,
then we drove to Stevie's apartment and posed his body on his bed and left.
I drove Corey back to his car, paid him, and that was that. So there's your
answer. Let me add that I never told Stevie that I was Brian, and I kind of
regret that. I would love to have seen his reaction. Also, I have no idea who
this Kevin person is, and I definitely didn't kill him. It's possible that Corey
might have killed him, because Corey told me that he was paid by someone
to kill a fellow escort. If so, it wasn't a sex killing, as I understand it, but
more of a hit. Lastly what would be the point of meeting with you,
thegayjournalist? It seems like a huge risk on my part with no reward
whatsoever. That's all I have to say for now. brian

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Brian, I think you're full of crap. If you had killed Stevie Sexed somewhere
else and put his body in his apartment, you think the police wouldn't know
that? Haven't you ever watched those forensics shows on TV? Your whole
bullshit story stinks. It's a brilliant con job, but it's just a little too imperfect
around the edges. Nice try. digereedoodon

Hey idiot, do you really think the police tell the public everything they
know? Get a life, brian

Greetings, everyone. Based on information I've received from a source in

the San Diego Police Department, the police have long known that Kenneth
Miller was not murdered where his body was found, although this
information has not been made public. Even more interestingly, this same
source tells me that there is a plea bargain already in the works whereby
David Barrows will plead guilty to second degree murder in the contract
killing of escort Kevin King and agree to testify against Brian Caldwell in
the Kenneth Miller murder case in return for a lenient prison sentence. An
arrest warrant has been issued for Brian Caldwell, and a manhunt is under
way So is my "wild" theory about Brad/Stevie starting to ring a little more
true? Now to speak to Brian directly: You should meet with me because I'm
an interesting, intelligent, nonjudgmental person that I think you would
enjoy talking to. If it helps, people say I'm very attractive. I'm 22 (but look
younger), 5' 10",

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155 lbs., blond hair, blue eyes. You can see some pictures of me on my
homepage: http://hometown.aol.userpage/zacky oung. Maybe most
importantly, I happen to have survived an assault and attempted murder by
a well known serial killer when I was fifteen, and I think you might be
interested to hear the perspective of a someone who's been in that position.
So there are some reasons to meet with me. You have my contact
information, thegayjournalist

Allright, thegayjournalist, you and your pictures in particular have

persuaded me. Be online tonight between 7 pm and 10 pm and I'll instant
message you, and we'll see what we can work out. brian
Greetings you sick motherfuckers, this is Jimmy Taylor. You heard me
right. I'm in an internet cafe in Tucson. I was gonna let you faggots stew in
your sick juices, but it's just too fucking hilarious. I'm really just writing
this to let Elaine know we're okay. Nobody killed me. I've just been driving
around the southwest here having a fucking good old time. Somebody's
screwing with you. That Brian guy never hooked up with me. I never even
heard from him. I wasn't gonna let him kill anybody. If you want to know
the honest to God fucking truth, I was gonna rob the motherfucker. All I
know about him is what Brad told Elaine. I don't even know if the fucker is
for real. There's no Bill or xtracutebill who worked for Elaine either.
Nobody worked for Elaine

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anyway. She's just a nice lady who's into helping fucked up young guys.
That's all bullshit. She had second thoughts about my emailing with Brad
scam and so I took off with the money we'd earned. That's all there is to it.
If any of you freaks live in Tucson and want to hook up with me, my pager
is 520-526-8221. I'm versatile, hung 8", 19 years old, cute, and a great top
or bottom. $150 hr./$500 overnight. Page me. jimmytaylor

I have a theory and I'm just going to throw it out there because I think it
offers a decent explanation. Let's say theoretically that there is a Brian,
although that's certainly not his real name. He has been posting messages
under various guises using a number of different email accounts and screen
names. Let's break it down: the main contributors to this thread have been
Brian, builtlikeatruck, Elaine, the-gayjournalist, snazzystocky xtracutebill
(who we now know is probably not real). Am I forgetting someone? What if
these 'people' and one or more of the minor posters are really one person?
It's entirely possible, don't you think? It would explain why there's been
nothing, zero, in the media about all the missing persons and murders and
murder investigations that have been presented here as real events. I'm a
media junkie, and I've been looking in vain for a single of mention
anywhere in the print, broadcast, or online media of the supposed murder
investigation that the-gayjournalist claims is going on. Do you really think
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day and age of sensational news that this would escape the media? In fact,
the last mention I was able to find of Stevie's murder was shortly after his
death, and it was tiny piece in the Los Angeles Times claiming the police
no leads whatsoever. That's just one example. I've lived in Eugene, Oregon
for twenty-five years and am very familiar with Portland's escort and street
hustler scene, and no one I know in that scene has ever heard of this Elaine
character or any of these boys except for Jimmy Taylor. It's a small
community, and there's no way that she or her boys could exist without
anyone in the scene knowing about it. Not to mention the fact that the
whole set up of the motherly junkie pimp and her boys just sounds like
some pervy Dickens fantasy Are you getting the picture? This whole thing
is a dupe, possibly even perpetrated by the person or persons who run this
site. There is only one curious truth in all of this, namely that there is in fact
a 16 year old named Brad Gordon who was convicted of the crime of arson.
He was released from Sackamount Prison a month ago. I admit that that this
fact does raise very interesting questions, and suggests that there might well
be someone out there who is obsessed with Brad Gordon and using this site
as a forum to spin fantasies about him, but that's all it suggests, thestinge

Wow, that makes so much sense. Thanks, thestinge. pppeter

I feel like a fool (LOL). popnfresh

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Hey Brian, let's hear you counter that one, you freak, nastyned

Hey guys, I'm real, and my posts have been real and truthful, thestinge has a
point, but if there is a scam, I'm not part of it. builtlikeatruck44

In the spirit of getting to the bottom of this, I have a confession. I made the
whole thing up about having a relative who works in the prison. I was just
having some fun, but I apologize for the confusion. I did write to 'Brad,' and
'Brad' did write back to me as I said, although I guess it was probably that
Jimmy Taylor character who wrote the email I shared with you. But I am a
real person, snazzystocky
Message from the Webmaster: I have decided to eliminate this discussion
group. This site was established to provide a service to the community but it
is also a business. The fact is that I receive far more emails complaining
about this particular message board than emails showing support for it. I
allowed you to set up this board because, despite the complaints I received
about the' thread of Brad reviews, there was tremendous interest in the Brad
and Brian 'saga,' and the traffic on this site was greatly increased due to that
interest. This is no longer the case, and in fact this discussion group is now
creating an attrition in the traffic to this site as well as an unwieldy amount
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me personally. I can't speak to the veracity of any of these posts, but on the
chance that there is some truth here, I think ending this board will be in the
best interest of everyone who posts reviews or messages here. Let's face it:
prostitution is illegal. The authorities tend to look the other way when
prostitution goes on in a private manner, and this site has not been directly
threatened with closure yet. I have received no contact from the authorities
since I removed the thread of Brad reviews, which might tell you something
in and of itself. But for me to allow this group to continue risks drawing
unwanted attention, and it's simply not a gamble I'm willing to take any
longer. There are plenty of places on the internet where you can establish a
group to continue this discussion, and I suggest you do so. I'll give you until
midnight tomorrow to say your goodbyes and make plans to continue this
discussion elsewhere, and then this entire thread will be removed from the
site.

Oh damn. (Calm down, girl.) Listen, you nasty, evil fellas are more than
welcome to join the Kill Nick Carter group
(www.yahoo.com/groups/nickcarterRIP) and keep the debate going there.
To be honest with you, the group has sort of run its course and we could
some fresh input. There are only twelve members, and we've run out of
entertaining snuff fantasies. Still, I have to admit that I'd love to hear how
Brian would snuff our Nick (or his little bro Aaron Carter) if he feels like
sharing. Hope to see you all there. boybandluvXXX

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Okay, but are there any other options? Anyone want to start a group or club
just for us? snazzystocky

You guys crack me up. Note to Nick Carter queen: Listen, babe, if I kill
your boy, it'll be for real. Don't go planting ideas in my head. I'd love a real
challenge at this point. Don't tempt me. brian

Oh, please. boybandluvXXX

Go for it, Brian. Do it for the real music lovers of the world. I dare you.
triflewithtom

What, are you nuts, triflewithtom? What if Brian is the real deal? Don't play
with fire. It's not funny. boybandluvXXX

Guys, I highly recommend you check out thegayjournalist's homepage. He

is a total babe. Hubba hubba. oscarsorifice

No kidding. Hey, thegayjournalist, if you ever need a little extra cash, email
me at [email protected]. pinchme37

I've never posted here before, but the earlier post from thestinge inspired me
to throw in my two cents. Consider this a clarification of one or two points
in thestinge's reality check. I live in Portland and happen to be friends with
a woman named Elaine. She is a thirty-eight year old massage

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therapist who is engaged to marry a much younger man named Brad

Gordon. Until about a month ago, Brad was serving a sentence at
Sackamount Prison. He is now free and living with Elaine, who is pregnant
with his child. Until about a year ago, Elaine worked as a counselor to local
street kids, and Brad was one of her clients. She says Brad was living off
and on at that time with a gay man here in Portland, and that when the man
got a new job in Los Angeles, Brad relocated with him. She hadn't heard
from Brad in about eight months when he showed up in Portland this last
September. Soon thereafter, she became pregnant by him, and they decided
to get married. Elaine told me that when Brad was living in Los Angeles, he
went off his medication, and wound up working as prostitute. Now, clearly
these facts have appeared in this thread of posts, although in a very
distorted form. If you'd ever met Elaine, you would laugh at the idea that
she could ever be accused of pimping or using hard drugs. She's just a good
hearted, eccentric woman who has opened her heart and home to a bunch of
street kids who have nowhere else to go. In my opinion, they've done
nothing but take advantage of her generous and loving nature.
Unfortunately, in the case of Brad, I feel she has been taken in by a very
manipulative, charismatic, and dangerous young man. I've met Brad on a
number of occasions, and while he is physically attractive, I don't buy his
little lost boy act for a moment. He is an Al sociopath and user who literally
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bad vibes. I personally think he must be behind all of this. I don't know else
how to explain the fact that whoever is perpetrating this scam knows so
much about his current life. By the way I am a real person, if you want
proof, feel free to visit my homepage at
http://aol.com/homepages/earljackson. earljackson

See you all in the Nick Carter group? mumblymerrick

I looked at the gay journalist's website the other day thinking to myself that
one of the pictures looked really familiar. This morning I was surfing some
gay websites and I came across a personal ad for a guy named 'Zack Young'
in West Hollywood. Bingo. Same picture. See for yourself. His ad is listed
on 911formen.com. Click 'Classifieds,' then click 'Rough Date,' then click
'California,' then click 'West Hollywood.' Interesting, piercingscream

Since this board has only a couple of hours to live, let's say that unless
someone posts a better option, we all join the Nick Carter group, okay?
Pathetic, I know. Is it a deal? puffnfresh

Before you guys think about hooking up with Zack Young, you should
know he has an eyebrow raising profile on the sites bareback.com,
barebackcity.com, and barebacksex.com. And I quote: Gorgeous poz top
seeks cute, slender, 18-20 year
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old neg bottoms for breeding. I'll pound your throat and ass raw with my fat
11" cock then shoot huge loads of poz cum in your ravaged holes. Sero-
conversion guaranteed. Also seek serious relationship with a cute, 18-20
year old poz bottom into pneumonia scenes, death dance, lesion wearing,
and grave chase. I pay for room, board, medical bills,... funeral? Have you
heard enough? donutsfordan

Hi everybody, READ THIS, THIS IS IMPORTANT. I'm a former fuck

buddy of the 'Zack Young' you guys are talking about. (BTW, DO NOT
GET INTO A REGULAR THING WITH ZACK. He's gorgeous and the
best top I've ever tricked with in my life, but the less well you know him
personally the better, believe me! Don't make my mistake!!) Now, I don't
know this for absolutely certain, but I'm 99% sure that Zack has been
posting here under the guise of a journalist. In the months that I dated Zack,
he was obsessed with the discussion on this particular message board. I
started reading it every now and then it to see what he was talking about,
but I didn't put two and two together until this morning when I caught up on
the last dozen or so posts. Zack is a diagnosed obsessive compulsive. His
current fixation is the Stevie Sexed murder, including the whole 'Brad' and
'Brian' nonsense. Ever since I met 'Zack,' he maintained that he was almost
murdered by a serial killer when he was in his teens. Whether this is true or
not, I don't know. But I do know this: HE IS NOT A JOURNALIST I know
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delusion of his quite well, but I had no idea that he might be acting out his
delusion on this message board. He is a rather brilliant man with an
extremely high IQ. Until he was fired from his job six months ago, he was a
high level software designer at IBM. People have suggested that someone
might be masterminding this thread, and I can only say that 'Zack' possesses
the computer skills to do something like that. Honestly, I think he lacks the
mental organization to pull something like this off, but it is technically
possible. I just thought you should know. hotbarehole4you.

So what was real? pppeter

I've been reading this message board with fascination and even a kind of
pride at what I've inspired. I thought the lies and fabrications posted in the
old Brad reviews were crazy, but this is beyond the beyond. Call me a spoil
sport, but I have to give you all some bad or maybe good news. This is
Brian. The real, original, true Brian. I have never posted on this message
board. None of the things I've' supposedly written here are true. My last real
and honest post about Brad was my final statement in the now defunct Brad
reviews. I'm not under suspicion for the murder of Stevie Sexed, as far as I
know. I certainly didn't kill him. I don't know any more about this Corey
person than you do. I didn't meet with Jimmy Taylor. I thought about going
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pager a few days ago to see if he knew how I could get in touch with Brad,
and he helped me out for a small sum. Here is all the truth I know about
Brad since we broke up. I have not been in touch with him directly as of
yet, but a friend of mine in Portland ran into him recently and discovered
the following: Brad was convicted of arson, spent some months in prison,
and is now free and married to a woman named Elaine who's pregnant,
seemingly with his child. The rest of what has been claimed here is
undoubtedly fabricated or wildly distorted. The person who is
impersonating me (and others, I would imagine) has quite the imagination.
You would never understand what I've been through. It's nothing like the
ludicrous, emotionless snuff pornography you've been reading here. You're
all lost in your own imaginations. I was lost in my imagination for a long
time too. I'm trying to get away from that now. I'm not sure that I will ever
see Brad again or want to see him. I think about writing to him just to see
how he's doing, but I haven't. That's all you will ever know about Brad's
and my long lost relationship. Believe me or don't believe me. I could care
less, to be honest with you. If the journalist who keeps posting here wants
to contact me and hear the real story, he can email me. I'd be happy to
answer any questions he has. therealbrian

Greetings, everyone. Okay, you win. I've been hoaxing you. I'm not writing'
an article for The Advocate. I don't know any

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more about the Stevie Sexed murder than any joe who reads the newspaper.
I made most of that up, although I do think my theory is a good one. I'm
just obsessed with the whole Brad/Brian/Stevie Sexed mythology like you
guys. The difference is that I won't sit on the sidelines with my tongue
hanging out. Yep, I've been posting here in the guise of Brian and a number
of other key players. I'll let you guys figure that out. It's been fun making
you pant and squirm and scratch your heads. But I got what I came for. (The
real?) Brian has given me a way to contact (the real?) Brad in Portland and I
should know pretty soon what's true, not to mention hopefully getting
myself a piece of that infamous ass. Brian also kindly answered some key
questions about their relationship that will help me out a lot in my dealings
with Brad. The profile I posted on those bareback sites is a year old, and
I've moved on to other things. Still, if there's a pretty young thing out there
who wants to be bred, drop me a line and photo and I'll consider it. Here's
some good news for you. If everything goes as planned, Brad may be back
in business and rentable soon. You're welcome, guys. Watch this website
and start saving up your money, zackyoung

I repeat, pppeter

Email, Fax

Dear Brian,

I was glad to get that email from you, don't worry about it. Whatever fucked
up shit came down between us, it doesn't matter anymore. People change,
that's right. I figured you were off doing your own thing and didn't
remember me. I've fucked over so many people, I don't expect anyone to
give a shit. I've been in AA off and on for a couple of months, and they
make you think about what you do, and so I'm better about not going over
people's boundaries, like they say I'm sorry for being a shithead a lot of the
time back then. I make people into my dad, and then I have these big
expectations that are just stupid. I wish I didn't do that, but I still do. I just
fucked up this thing with a guy here in Portland, although I have to say the
guy was as much of an asshole as me. I don't have anybody right now, and I
get fucked up when I'm alone. I was clean for four months, but now I
slipped and everything goes to hell when I'm using. So your letter came at a
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good time, because I've been feeling like nobody gives a fuck. I'm sleeping
in my van right now because I don't have anywhere to live, and I'm getting
tired of it. I was doing pretty good for a while there. I got married to this
woman Elaine, and she's going to have my baby. I was with her for a while,
and that was a good time in many ways, but I couldn't play it the way she
wanted me to play it, so she kicked me out. That's over. She has a
restraining order against me, which I deserve because it got kind of crazy
toward the end. I don't know if you want to hear all this shit. You seem to
think I'm somebody special, and you always did, no matter how much I
fucked you over, which is why I loved you like I did. But it hasn't worked
out that I'm so special. That's probably why I was such an asshole to you,
because you thought I was so special, and I knew I wasn't, but I wanted to
believe it, so I wouldn't let you have what you wanted, because I knew if
you did that shit with me for real, it wouldn't be what you thought because
I'm just another fucking asshole like all the others. But then it got fucked up
between us anyway, and later I thought I was a total prick for not just giving
you what you wanted, because you were so nice to me, and I should have
given it to you, because it's probably the only thing I could have given you
to thank you and show you that I cared. But I didn't, so I've always felt like
an asshole. I sort of wanted to do it, you know. I was just scared that you'd
think big deal, because let's face it, that's what happens. It's not like I've
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me because it always fucks me up, but then I don't keep jobs very well, and
I need money, so I let people have me, just so I can get by, and so that I
have something in my life. So I'm not scared of that shit anymore. I don't
have big hopes about it. I still had big hopes about it when I was with you. I
just thought if I waited until I had my shit together it wouldn't be like I'd
wasted my life. Then that time you started to go for it, and I freaked out, I
thought I blew it. I didn't have my shit together, and now I don't think I'll
ever have my shit together, so I feel like an asshole for freaking out. I don't
know why you wrote to me, and I'm trying to understand why. The day I got
your letter I went to a meeting and told them about you, and asked them
what they thought. I didn't tell them you tried to kill me because they
wouldn't understand, but I told them almost everything else. Those people
all think I'm a fuck up, because I slip all the time, so I don't really care what
they think, but they said maybe I hadn't blown it with you, and that I
shouldn't just blow you off, and that I should write you back, and be honest
with you about my circumstances and my addiction and so on, and see what
happens. So I'm trying to be honest with you, but that's not something I'm
good at. I'm trying to think about this, and not just say if you still want me
you can have sex with me again as long as you give me some money. I told
them that's what I wanted to say, and they said that I should say that I love
you, and I want to be with you, and not say the money part. Really, I don't
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So they said I should be honest with you, and that's pretty honest.
Sometimes I think the people who go to those meetings aren't being real. It's
not real to think you're going to say I love you for who you are and we
should be together. I already blew that, and I'll be honest with you, I think
the drugs are always going to be a problem for me. So what I'm thinking is I
could come stay with you for a few days and just see what happens. I was
thinking of driving down to LA anyway and trying to get some money out
of these guys I know there. I guess I'll just drive down in a couple of weeks
and call you, and if you want to see me, cool. If you want to have sex with
me, that's cool, and if you feel like giving me some money afterwards, that's
cool, but I'm not expecting it. You said you don't know what you want with
me now, and I don't know what I want either, not just with you but about
everything. I know I want to go score, and I can do that, that's easy. I know
I want you to have sex with me, if you still want me, and you said you do. I
don't live my life like it matters anymore. When I shoot dope, I don't think
if I do too much I'm going to overdose. I do as much as I feel like it to get
as high as I can. When I let some fucking asshole have me for money, I
don't tell him what he can't do, I just go with whatever he wants, because
it's bullshit otherwise. I got married because I wanted to be with Elaine, and
she wanted that, and I went for it. If you're still into that weird shit, that's
the way it is. If I'm going to let you have sex with me, then you have sex
with me the way you want, if I don't wake up the
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next morning, that's the way it is. You were the nicest person to me I ever
knew, and I just fucked you over left and right, thinking I had to protect
something. There's nothing to protect anymore. I gave it a shot, and it's not
happening. If you want me, you can have me. I used to be so into trying to
understand myself, but now I just want to do things, and not understand
them.

I'll talk to you, Brad

Dear Brian,

I'm coming down to Los Angeles next Tuesday. I have something to do that
night, and then I'll call you and come over. It's perfect because, check this
out, I've got this plan where I can steal a shit load of crystal meth from this
guy down there. He thinks I'm buying it to sell, but fuck him. I've got it all
figured out. So anyway, it'll be cool because I'll just come stay with you,
and he won't know where the fuck I am, and I'll have all this crystal meth
for us to use. I used to believe in all that love yourself crap, and then I sort
of got out of that, but this whole thing is working out so great, I can almost
believe it again. I'm so fucking high. I hope you can read this. When I got
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fuck those AA guys who say they're my friends. You don't know the bullshit
I've had to put up with, about accepting that I'm a fucked up, helpless
person. I started to believe it, so thanks for reminding me that I'm cool.
Yeah, I haven't gotten fat, Brian, don't worry. I'm fucking skinny as hell, but
I could still go score with some guy right now, if that answers your
question. I've got no problem getting guys to pay for it, as long as they don't
give a shit about the tracks. I can still pass for really young. I bullshit guys
that I'm fourteen all the time, so you don't have to worry about that, and I'm
not going to worry about it either, because sometimes I can get really
depressed about what I've done to myself, and I'm so sick of feeling like I
blew all the shit that you used to think I was going to do with my life. You
used to say I was going to be a great person, but I haven't done anything in
a long time except try to get through every fucking day without killing
myself. I tried to kill myself twice last year, if you want to know The
second time I almost did, and I used to be sorry it didn't work, but now I'm
excited. Maybe I won't blow this thing with you. I feel like I have a chance.
I've fucked up every good situation I've ever been in, and I decided that was
because they were all bigger assholes than me, but you're not an asshole,
and you know my problems, so maybe you won't be disappointed, because
everybody's always so fucking disappointed with me. If you want to know, I
was planning to steal that crystal meth and do all of it to kill myself, so this
is great timing on your part. Thanks for giving me another chance. If I blow
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go killer on me, and I won't even care. It would be better if you went killer
on me than if you threw me out like everybody else has. Hey I'm just
fucking high. You're going to hear from me soon anyway so I'll sign off.

Later, Brad

Dear Brian,

Thanks for writing me back. It was a weird email, but I'm not going to
worry about it. You just seem totally different. It seems like you're not the
same person anymore, but you're right that my memory sucks. I'm different
too. I think I'm better, but that's up to you. Anyway, you explained it, and
we're cool. I'm sorry I got pissed off. I just had this idea in my head that
you'd send me the money and I'd buy the bus ticket, but I don't blame you
for thinking I'd use it to score. You're probably right. Ever since my van got
stolen, I've been pretty on edge, so anyway I'm sorry again. So go ahead
and buy me a bus ticket, and tell me when to be on it. If you don't mind
driving me to that dealer guy's place, that'd be cool, since I'm not going to
have wheels. I won't get you involved. You can just wait in the car.
Anyway, I'm sorry about what shit I wrote that pissed you off. I was just
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traded me dope for my ass, so it's cool. He said he had a really good time
with me, so you don't have to worry about being disappointed with how I
look now, if you're worried about that. Don't stop believing in me, Brian. It
was just a bad day.

Thank you. Brad

Dear Brian,

I guess you know by now that I didn't make it down there. I fucked up,
okay? What do you expect? That's why I want to come down there and see
you, because I'm a fucking mess on my own. I'll do whatever you say If you
send me another ticket, I won't sell it. I swear on my life. Please write me
back. I love you. Do you know how hard it is for me to say that?

Brad

Brian,

Your email got me really pissed off. I wasn't going to write you back, but I
thought about it, and I feel like I don't have a

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choice. I've really, really fucked things up here, not that you give a shit
obviously So yeah, whatever you fucking want. I'm just worried you don't
love me anymore, because you haven't written that in a while, and that's all
I've got to live for right now So if you could just tell me that you do, that
would be cool. I'll probably come anyway, but that would help, because I
am kind of scared. You're getting pretty heavy on me, and I don't really
have a problem with that, but the whole thing for me is that you love me,
and if you don't anymore, then I don't know what the fuck to do. If you love
me, I'll do fucking anything you want, don't you know that? I fucking
swear. I don't know what you want me to say about your rules. I feel like I
don't know what answers you expect, and I'm bad when I don't know what
people want, because I always make the wrong decision, if it's up to me, but
I guess you're saying I have to answer or you won't bring me down there
and give me money and all that, so here you go. (1) Fine with you making a
reservation so I won't be able to sell the ticket. I won't even get off the bus
to take a shit, okay? The thing is I don't have any ID except for fake ID, so
make the reservation or ticket or whatever for Thaddeus Stroh. It's a long
story. (2) You already know all of that, so I don't get what the problem is.
(3) I think it's really unfair of you to ask me that, because you know how
hard it is for me. I told you I love you. All I can say is that the only person
I've said that about is my wife. You make me feel like I'm important. I'd be
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them over. I've jacked off thinking about you holding me in your arms and
telling me the kinds of things you said in your letters a while back. I don't
know what else to say I'm going to come down there and be with you even
though it scares the shit out of me, and part of me is worried you're going to
kill me. I mean I'm not really worried, but you know what I mean. That's a
big fucking sacrifice on my part, so I guess that must mean I love you. (4)
The crystal meth deal's not going to happen now probably, because I sort of
fucked it all up, so you don't have to worry about that. (5) I ask myself that
question every fucking day. I don't think I'm worth shit. You're the one who
thinks I'm so great. So I don't know how to answer that question, because it
seems like a trick question to me, but then I can be really paranoid. I'm
worth all this shit because I'm your friend, and because I'm going to let you
do shit to me that I would never let anybody else do, and because you
probably couldn't get anybody else to do that shit with you, and because I'm
great looking like you said, okay? (6) I already told you that you can have
any kind of sex you want to me, but, if you don't mind, I don't want to talk
about the details anymore. Yeah, whatever you want, Brian. Go for it. I've
been in jail enough times that I think I can deal with whatever you're talking
about. Remind me to tell you sometime about the shit I went through in jail,
because you'd probably really get off on it. Imagine someone who looks
like me in jail, and figure it out. (7) You don't have to worry about me
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you have a TV and maybe a VCR. I don't care if you look different. Did
you get fat or something? I don't care what you look like. You know that.
So does that answer your rules? Now get me the fucking ticket, Brian, so
we can be together. No offense.

Brad

Dear Brian,

You're going to be pissed off, but I have to change the plan a little. Just read
this and you'll see why this has to happen, and why it'll be great for both of
us. I fixed it so I could see that dealer guy after all, but he can't do it on
Monday night, so I changed the bus ticket for a different day, and I'll call
you from a pay phone near their place when I'm finished with the deal,
because you shouldn't have to hassle with it anyway, and it's safer for both
of us if I deal with it myself. So I'll call you, and don't be pissed off, okay?

Brad

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^.

Brian,

I'm faxing you because this guy won't let me use the phone or give you the
phone number here. Like I said on your machine, I fucked up. This guy
knows some guys who I sort of fucked over back in Portland, and they want
$5000, and obviously I don't have it. I told him you could cover the money,
but he's not letting me leave until he gets it. I'm scared, Brian. You've got to
fucking help me. He's saying he's going to kill me if he doesn't get the
money. This guy named Harold is going to call you, and will you please
pick up the phone and talk to him, because he'll arrange the whole thing. I
told him you'd do this, and you have to come through for me, or I'm dead.
I'm sorry about this shit, but I don't know what else to do. I'll fucking owe
you big time, if you do this for me. Come on, man. Please please please.
Harold will call you tonight. I love you. Help me.
Brad

Brian,

Thank you, thank you, thank you. Harold is going to call you when he
finishes doing something he has to do in a couple of hours. Thank you,
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thing that's ever happened to me. Nobody else would do this for me, I know
that. It'll be worth it, I swear.

Brad

Brian,

Fuck you. What the fuck is up with you sending that weird guy over to do
our business? You don't even care enough to fucking come yourself? You
want to have some asshole check me out for you? That guy was a fucking
prick, so don't believe anything he says, okay? After the mean, evil shit he
said to me last night, you deserve what happened. You're the biggest asshole
I've ever known. You say you love me, but all you want is my fucking body
for your sick sex bullshit. You've turned in such an asshole that you need
some creepy guy to check me out and make sure I'm still good enough for
you? I don't know what he told you, but I'm sure it was bullshit. Yeah, so I
look wasted and skinny and shit right now. What do you fucking expect?
It's me. That's all that matters, right? I was totally going to let you do all
that weird shit to me, you know. That's how fucking desperate I am,
because I thought you'd love me if I let you do that, because I do love you,
you asshole. You've gotten me so Confused, I don't know what to think
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but I just want to tell you that I had nothing to do with what happened with
Harold. Yeah, I set it up for him, and he was supposed to give me part of the
money, but he fucked me over just like he fucked you over, I swear. I was
going to share it with you. I know you don't believe me. Now I'm much
more fucked than you. You have money and a place to live, and I have
nothing. I had to go down to Santa Monica Boulevard and sell my ass just
to get a place to crash. I'm sorry you lost the money, and that I didn't stand
up for you, but I've got nothing and now I'm stuck here, and this guy won't
buy me drugs, and I'm sick. So I'm going to ask you if you'd please lend me
some money so I can get high and go back to Portland. I think you owe me
after all the mean shit your fucking friend said to me. You think that didn't
hurt? I'm at some guy named Larry's place, but I don't think I can stay here
past tonight because he's sick of my shit already. I know you don't want to
have anything to do with me, and you probably don't even want to do that
weird sex shit anymore, and I don't deserve your pity, but I'm asking you
this one last favor, and then I'll fucking leave you alone. Fax me, okay? Be
cool.

Brad

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Dear Brian,

Yeah, that sounds cool. Thanks. I'm still totally cool with the sex stuff, I
told you that. I'm up for it. I was just pissed off. I didn't mean it, you
understand. I totally agree that I'm not as cute right now and the drugs are a
big problem and that it can't be like it was before and I'll be more like your
slave or whatever and you can pimp me out to other guys again and all that
shit. That's all cool. How about this, though? Just read this and see what
you think? I don't really want to live in LA anymore. If you could give me
enough money to fly to Portland, and stay in a motel there for a couple of
weeks, then that would be the best thing for me. Because Elaine lives there,
and I think if I can get there, and get a job, and prove to her that I've got my
shit together, she might give me another chance, and I'd be near my kid
when it's born. I've been thinking that might really be the thing that would
make me get my shit together. I know you hate me now, but I was just
thinking if we could go back to that thing before about your rules and all
that, and I could stay with you for maybe a week, and do whatever the fuck
you want, and I can just be your whore and pretend I don't know you, and
that you don't know me or whatever, like you said. You can pimp me out
that week as much as you want. Maybe at the same time we're doing all
that, I could kick drugs, so when I go to Portland, I'll be in good shape. I've
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week, and if you want to see me suffer, then you will. Doesn't that sound
sort of perfect? You can tie me up, like you were saying, and do whatever
the fuck you're going to do, and that way I won't be able to escape and go
score at the same time. That's a really perfect plan, isn't it? So what do you
say? Fucking great, right? I'm excited. I don't know why I didn't think of
this before.

Brad

Brian,

Fuck you. No offense. Okay, I've been an asshole, and I've lied to you, but
my life is fucked up right now, and I'm not at my best. What happened to all
that shit about me being so great and brilliant, and the most important
person you've ever known? Were you lying to me? How can say that shit
you wrote? You're wrong if you think you understand me. I don't have a
death wish, and I don't see your fucking logic about your violent sex thing
and my death wish being a marriage of fate or whatever. I'm asking you, as
your friend, not to go this way, okay? If you want to pretend to do it or
whatever, and fuck me up a little, that's cool, and I get off on that in my
own way, because I do hate myself, you're right about that. But you're
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on your fantasy, right? Yeah, it's cool that we'll finally get it together. I'm
sure you've got a million things you want to do to me, and I'm very cool
with that, and I'll probably love it, okay? I have problems too, and I dig sex,
and I've been known to feel right about being treated like shit, and I deserve
that, and I've gotten off on it, and it's you, so I'll definitely get off on that,
but don't go crazy, because you know I don't have a choice here. What else
am I going to do? I've got nothing, and I have to go through with it, and I
will, because I don't fucking believe that you mean it. I know when I'm with
you, you'll remember why you thought I was great, and I'll remember too.
I'll stay with you forever if you want. I swear to fucking God. That plan
about Portland was just an idea. I don't have to do that. I could love you,
and be with you, because when I think about it, I really do love you more
than anyone ever in my whole life, even my wife. How about this?
Remember you thought I was going to be a great person? Let's do that. I'll
live with you, and go back to school. I think that's a great idea. I've been
wanting to get back into school for a long time. So let's do it this way We'll
do the sex thing, and anything goes for as long as you want, that's cool, and
then we'll both feel really good, and afterwards it will be like it was when
we used to know each other, and I'll feel like I finally paid you back for
being so great to me, and everything will be cool. It will be like my life
never went to shit. Okay? I think that sounds perfect.

Brad

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Brian,

Maybe I'm dense, but I don't understand your fax. I've been doing
speedballs with Larry and this other guy, so that's probably why I
understand the thing that you're different now You keep saying that. Are
you saying you changed your name or Brian isn't your real name? I don't
give a fuck. I don't know what you mean about the website thing. I don't
know what you're talking about. You mean when those guys used to write
reviews about our bullshit? I never really understood your whole thing
about that. I'm high, Brian. I don't give a shit. Let's just fucking go for it,
okay? I have to get the fuck out of here. Larry's pissed off about you faxing
me and he's getting bored of me. I'm sure whatever you're talking about is
cool. If you don't want to pay for a taxi, I'll just take the bus over to your
place. I owe this guy who bought the drugs a fuck tonight, but I'll come
over tomorrow. If you're not there, I'll just wait. See you tomorrow. I love
you.
Brad

Zack,

Okay, you're not Brian. You're that guy who came to Harold's house. You
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You have to admit it's pretty fucked up. No offense, but I don't believe your
thing about how famous I am on that website and all that shit. Come on. I
can't check it out because Larry won't let me touch his computer, and he
won't check it out for me because thinks it's a joke. So what you're saying is
all the shit we've been writing about stays the same except you're not Brian?
I'll be honest with you. I don't give a fuck about Brian. I thought he was a
fucked up asshole, but I'm desperate right now so I just said what he wanted
me to say so I could get some money and a place to live for a while. If
you're like him, then what I said goes for you too. If you want me to say I
love you, cool. If you'll help me out, I love you, okay? I'm being honest. I
just don't know what you expect. You saw me. That's what I look like with
my clothes on, and as far sex goes, I'm always up for anything if the
money's right. There's pretty much nothing I haven't been paid to do
already. I'm just worried that if it's true about the website bullshit, you're
expecting some fucking huge thing. You saw me, so I guess you know I'm
not some fucking model. I can tell for you sure I have a cute ass. That's
something I know. Whatever guys think about me, they always say my ass
is really cute. I'll say this about Brian. That fucker really liked me. I tried to
work it like he wanted, but it was too much pressure. Are you like him? I
mean that you think I'm so fucking great that I have to die because you can't
stand feeling what I make you feel and all that? I can play that, but it kind
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sometimes. So you need to have drugs around if you want to go that way.
Brian was into trying to save me, and I'll be honest with you, it's not going
to happen. I used to get that a lot, and I can play it, but don't start thinking
it's really going to happen. You know that whole thing Brian used to say
about me dying of cancer is true. I don't like to think about it, but it's a fact.
I'll tell you about it when I see you. So I'm telling you I can't be saved,
okay? You don't seem like you want to save me anyway. That shit you said
about me at Harold's was fucking cruel. I don't let things get to me, but that
really shit fucked with my head. I was impressed. Is that what you're into? I
can get off on that if the money's right. So what do you think about what I
was saying before about hooking up with you for a while until I get clean
and save some money so I can go back to Portland and be around my kid?
I'm just saying that's something to think about. Maybe I'll fall in love with
you and I can just stay with you. It's interesting what you said about how a
serial killer almost killed you once. I guess I can relate to that. So we have a
lot in common like you said. Guys usually get bored of me after a while, but
maybe you won't. That's because they always want to know me and help me
and shit. I think if it was just for sex, you wouldn't get bored. Brian said he
never got sick of me. I would have stayed with him if he didn't try to kill
me. You can relate to that, I guess. I'm not saying I wouldn't let you kill me
if you're into that. I'm going to die anyway, right? It's true what I wrote
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that I don't have any hopes anymore. I guess my kid is the only thing I'm
living for, to be honest with you. But it wouldn't shock me if Elaine already
got an abortion. She won't talk to me, so I don't know. I'm just saying I'm
cool with it all. I just did a speedball so that's why I'm writing such a long
fax. I'll shut up now. So I'll be standing on that corner like you said, and you
pick me up, and we'll go from there, and I trust you. You said 7 pm but let's
make it later like 11 pm because I have a couple things I need to do. I feel
better now. Yeah, this is going to be fucking cool. I'm excited. See you in a
while.

Brad

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Review #1

Escort's name: Brad

Location: West Hollywood

Age: 18?

Month and year of your date: April 2002

Where did you find him? friend

Internet address: unknown

Escort's email address: unknown

Escort's advertised phone number: I called 323-660-6555

Rates: $300

Did he live up to his physical description: yes, but ...

Did he live up to what he promised? yes

Height: 511"?

Weight: 130 lbs?

Facial hair: no

Body hair: little

Hair color: blond

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Eye color: blue

Dick size: 6"

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: thin
Does he smoke? not with me

Top, bottom, versatile: not sure

In calls/out calls/not sure: in calls

Kisser: not sure

Has he been reviewed here before? yes

Rating: A+

Hire again: sure

Handle: sandman808

Submissions: two

URL for pics: unknown

Experience: I have a somewhat unusual fetish. Give me a young guy with a

cute face and well formed balls, and I'm a satisfied customer. Height,
weight, race, hairy, smooth, cut, uncut, I don't care. I sound easy to please,
but I'm very picky. To most guys, balls are balls, but perfect balls in a
perfect sac on a body that has a truly cute face is a rare thing, and finding a
cute guy into surrendering them is not a simple thing. I've had my best
success in fetish chat rooms where there's less prejudice against men with
highly particular tastes like myself. It was in one of these chat rooms that I
got a tip on a young escort named Brad. A fellow chatter whose taste in
young guys is similar to mine suggested I try Brad, whom he

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had found to be a very satisfactory scat bottom. He said that making

arrangements with Brad was very unusual, but that he was worth the
trouble.

I phoned the number that the chatter passed along to me and spoke to a man
who claimed to be Brad's manager. He refused to email me pictures of Brad,
but my fellow chatter had assured me that Brad's face was very cute. Also,
Brad's manager offered me a very reasonable price, claiming that Brad was
in 'the testing phase' before he went 'public/ He said I would get a special
preview rate in return for giving him feedback on Brad's performance. He
said that he would need to be in the room while Brad and I had sex, but that
he would merely observe us unless I requested his participation. Of course I
thought all of this was quite bizarre, but I was intrigued enough to make a
date with Brad for later that evening.

As Brad only does in calls, I drove to his (or his manager's) house. The
manager, who introduced himself as Brian, answered the door and made me
a drink. He said Brad was getting ready for me, and we talked for a while.
When I politely asked how he and Brad met, he asked me if I knew this
website. When I said I did, he casually mentioned that he and Brad were
rather infamous on this site. Call me stupid if you like, but it was only then
that I realized I was talking to the one and only Brian and would soon be
having sex with the one and only Brad. I was a dedicated follower of that
whole strange affair, so finding myself in this situation was

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unnerving to say the least. I had so many questions that I didn't know where
to begin. Brian was very reluctant to answer them, saying that everything
would be revealed when Brad went public, but he did assure me that most
of what I had read about them was untrue, and that I was in no danger. He
said Brad was simply rusty at the moment due to his time in prison and his
brief marriage, and needed a tune up. Ultimately, my curiosity got the best
of me, and I decided to take a chance and proceed with the date.

At one point, Brian left the room for a minute then returned to tell me that
Brad was ready and waiting. So I hurriedly finished off my drink and
followed him into the bedroom. My nervousness went away as soon as I
saw Brad on the bed. He was naked apart from a long sleeve t-shirt and had
his legs spread wide so I could get a good look at his freshly shaved balls
Brad would almost have to be inhuman to live up to kind of hype he has
received on this site, and I found him to be quite human. On the plus side,
he has a very cute and androgynous face with long, flattering blond hair.
His small, low hanging balls are beautifully formed, and the skin of his sac
is very tender and rubbery and a divine shade of pink. (If you're very into
balls, you might want to wait a week or two before you hire Brad, as I gave
them a quite working over.) His ass doesn't have a lot of meat on it, but it's
soft and easy on the eyes and smells wonderful. On the negative side, Brad
is not what I would call responsive. I remember that in his old set of
reviews, he was

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described as hyper and chatty with unusual nervous tics, and in my

experience he was anything but. He also refused to take off his shirt, which
made me wonder why He could stand to gain 10 or 15 pounds, and a visit to
a tanning salon wouldn't do him any harm. His cock is rather small and thin,
even when hard, and he was unwilling or unable to come. None of this was
a problem for me since I require cooperation rather than response, but his
extreme passivity and physical flaws could tax others' patience. There was
much discussion in the past about Brad's real age. I was shown a driver's
license that put Brad's age at 18, and frankly he looked at least 18 if not a
year or two older. My guess is that prison and drugs have taken a toll.
Whatever his real age, he doesn't seem like jailbait if he ever did.

I won't go into great detail about the sex, but Brad's balls were very
accomodating. I met no resistance from him at any time and they accepted
the full range of my attentions from a worshipful tongue bath to hard
squeezes and bites to some bruising punishment. Watching his cute face go
through its range of emotions was very hot, and knowing he was the
legendary Brad made it even more special.

Afterwards, Brian quizzed me in the living room and revealed a little more
information. He didn't specifically answer my questions about his much
discussed intentions to kill Brad, but he did say that there were no limits to
what Brad would do for a price. I will say that Brian seemed a much more
cold, heartless man than I had imagined based

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on his posts in the old set of reviews. I saw no sign that he was in love with
Brad or felt any affection towards him whatsoever. He was also a much
younger and more attractive man than I had pictured, although I don't think
his age and physical appearance has ever been discussed here. After about a
half hour of discussion, I paid him and left. Overall, I would say it was a
memorable experience for many reasons, and I'll be curious to see what
others think.

You: I'm in my early 60s, average looking, and could lose a few pounds.

Webmaster's message: I debated for a week before posting this review. I

confirmed the reported activities with sand-man808 and with the person
claiming to be Brian. I have decided to allow reviews of Brad to be posted
for the time being contingent on my being able to make follow up
confirmations both with the reviewers and either Brian or Brad. Like many
of you, I am curious to get to the bottom of this saga, but be aware that
reviewers are on a very tight leash. After confirming this encounter with
Brian, I received the following response from him.

Brian's response: First of all, I'm very disappointed in sand-man808. Our

gentleman's agreement was that he would not post a review. I didn't think I
had to go far as to have clients sign a confidentiality form, but I realize now
that I should

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have done this. Also Brad's cock isn't huge, but it is average sized and very
pretty. He didn't take off his shirt because he wasn't asked to. Brad's nervous
tics are history thanks to a medication he takes. He can very responsive if
the client requires it. If he was quiet with sandman808, it's because was
concentrating on his client's needs. I will be placing escort ads for Brad
within the next two weeks. At that point, he will be open to the public. Yes,
we are the legendary Brian and Brad.

Review #2

Escort's name: Brad

Location: West Hollywood

Age: maybe 19

Month and year of your date: March 2002

Where did you find him? bareback.com

Internet address: none

Escort's email address: none

Escort's advertised phone number: none

Rates: none

Did he live up to his physical description? no

Did he live up to what he promised? oh, yeah

Height: not sure

Weight: thin

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Facial hair: none

Body hair: practically none

Hair color: blond

Eye color: blue, I think

Dick size: 5"?

Cut or not: cut

Thickness: none

Does he smoke? yes

Top, bottom, versatile? bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: not sure

Kisser: yes

Has he been reviewed before? I think so

Rating: depends

Hire again: not applicable

Handle: cumhose4you

Submissions: this is my third

URL for pics: no

Experience: I'm pretty sure I fucked Brad about two weeks ago. There was
no money exchanged so I don't know if this qualifies as a review, but after
reading sandman808's review, I thought you should hear what I have to say

I was chatting one night on bareback.com when one guy in the chat room
asked if anyone in the Los Angeles area felt like having a three-way with
him and his boyfriend. He described his boyfriend as a young Leonardo di
Caprio type who loved to get fucked raw and filled with cum. Four guys

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in the chat room including myself were interested, and he invited us over
for a late night gangbang.

When I got there, one guy had already arrived and was doing crystal with
the host. The host's boyfriend was playing a videogame by himself. As a
recovered heroin addict, I can spot junkies a mile away. The boyfriend had
the classic signs of advanced heroin addiction, nodding out, pinned pupils,
and a long sleeved shirt even though the temperature was toasty He was
cute and trashy hot in the way young junkies can be, but saying he looks
like Leonardo di Caprio is a stretch. A slightly cuter Kurt Cobain, maybe. I
don't party anymore, so I played a videogame with the boyfriend while the
other guys partied. The last two guys showed up after a while, and started
partying with the first two. It was then that the host started telling us how he
and his boyfriend had pulled off this major scam on this website. I realized
pretty quickly that he meant the Brian and Brad thing, but the other guys
didn't seem to know anything about it, and I kept my mouth shut. He said
he and his boyfriend had broken up for while, but they'd reconciled recently
and were planning a scam that would make the earlier one seem like
nothing. He said his name was Brian and his boyfriend's name was Brad,
and we should remember those names and check out this website in a
couple of weeks. I thought he was spouting a load of crap, especially since
his boyfriend kept calling him Zack then correcting himself. I forgot all
about that part of the night until I read

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sandman808's review and remembered that guy from the old message board
discussion who said he was in contact with Brad and had a profile on
bareback.com. I checked the profile. The guy we tricked with had a
different haircut and was a few pounds heavier, but it was the same guy,
even down to the name Zack. I think this Zack character hooked up with
Brad and they're both pretending he's Brian for whatever reason. I'd bet
money on it. I don't want to get all conspiracy theory, but for all I know
they could have killed the real Brian and taken his place. Has anyone heard
from him in a while? After spending most of a night with these two
scumbags, I think anything is possible.

Another thing. I'm a proud practitioner condom free sex, but I believe it's a
choice that should only be made after weighing the benefits against the
risks. In that spirit, I think anyone who considers hiring Brad should know
he was the bottom for some highly unsafe sex that night. If he's not poz, I'm
Princess Diana. If you're a top into raw sex and don't expect too much from
your bottom, he is one helluva fuck. We screwed him so long and hard the
bed literally broke and crashed to the floor. He had no problem being
double penetrated, and his juicy gaping hole was really something to see.
He does this cool trick where his ass swallows a load then blows the cum
back in your mouth like a whale. He gave lousy head, but his throat was
always open and hot and bottomless. I guess if you've gotten too caught up
in the Bra'd and Brian thing and expect him to be some

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perfect twink, you're gonna be disappointed. But for raw sex, he's one of the
cuter and more adventurous kids I've been with. But here's a piece of
advice. Get right to the sex, do it then get out. He and Brian are an arrogant,
boring, shifty couple of guys.

You: I'm a 28 year old, masculine Hispanic/Asian bb top into gangbangs,

public scenes, and general nastiness.

Webmaster's report: This review has been confirmed with cumhose4you

and confirmed in part with the person calling himself Brian. They agree that
sex happened as stated. Brian claims that cumhose4you partied as heavily
as anyone else that night. He suggests that cumhose4you's statement that he
is not Brian is the result of drug induced confusion or paranoia. I welcome
all reliable third party confirmations or denials of cumhose4you's claims.
Brian also stated that Brad is not a heroin user. I have just received the first
official review of Brad, which I will post in the morning. It's an interesting
and informative and unusual review. Lastly Brian asked me to mention that
he has placed listings for Brad's services on the following escort sites:
americanmale.net, bareback.com, barebacksex.com, and rentboy.com. He
asks that all potential clients of Brad consult these listings for fees and
available services before contacting him.

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Review #3

Escort's name: Brad

Location: Los Angeles

Age: 18 or 19?

Where did you find him: rentboy.com

Internet address: no

Escort's email address: listed as [email protected]

Escort's advertised phone number: 323-660-6555

Rates: $2500 hr

Did he live up to his physical description? not completely

Did he live up to what he promised? not applicable

Height: maybe 5'9"

Weight: thin

Facial hair: no

Body hair: don't know

Hair color: blond

Eye color: greenish-blue

Dick size: unknown

Cut or uncut: unknown

Thickness: unknown

Does he smoke? unknown

Top, bottom, versatile? advertised as bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in calls

Kisser: unknown

Has he been reviewed here before? yes!!!

Rating: not applicable

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Hire again: not applicable Handle: hornynice Submissions: a bunch URL

for pics: unknown

Experience: My mind was blown to learn that mere mortals like myself
might get the chance to check out the holy Brad. It's funny how the mind
works. Brad was never my type. I wouldn't have given a second thought to
hiring him back in the old days. After everything that has been discussed
and rumored since then, I'm even less hot to trot for him. But like someone
wrote on the old Brad message board, this is one hell of a mystery story,
and I'm obsessed with figuring out whodunit or maybe that should be
whoisit.

Lo and behold, after reading sandman808's review, I was scrolling through

LA escorts on rentboy.com yesterday hoping against hope when I saw a
new listing for a Brad. There was no picture, but I guess that would be
asking too much. His price was predictably outrageous and the activities he
was available for were predictably extreme beyond extreme. Figuring that
Brad would soon be booked up until the next century, I leapt for the phone
and called the number in the listing. I left a message and my call was
returned within a couple of minutes. I spoke to Brian, which was a mind
boggier in itself, and booked an hour with Brad for that afternoon. I didn't
tell Brian this, but I really just wanted to meet Brad and ask him some
questions.

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I was met at the door by Brian. I had no mental image of what he would
look like, but I was surprised that he was a total stud muffin. I don't know if
this is his standard policy, but I was required to sign a written agreement
that I wouldn't reveal certain things: I couldn't physically describe Brian in
any review that I might write. I couldn't reveal the location where the date
had taken place. I could take no photographs or video of any kind either
inside or outside the house. And there were a few other things. I'll be trying
to follow the rules as I write this. I was worried that Brian might not let me
be alone with Brad, but it seemed to be no problem. He asked what I was
going to do with Brad, and I said I wanted to let nature take its course. That
was the extent of our conversation. He asked to be paid in advance, and
then directed me to the bedroom. I was incredibly nervous, but I think I did
a good job of masking it as excitement.

When I walked in the bedroom, Brad was sitting on the edge of the bed. He
was dressed in a black long sleeved t-shirt that had the name of some rock
band on the chest. He had on baggy, worn out blue jeans and dirty white
socks. He has a very cute face, as the first reviewer mentioned, but he is
very thin and his skin color is unhealthy. I guess I must have been staring
because he smiled and shrugged as if to say, yes it's the famous me. He
seemed shy but pleasant enough, so I decided to be honest and tell him that
I didn't want to have sex but rather ask him some questions. From his
reaction, I had the feeling he was relieved by this. He sat silently for a

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few seconds, then said that was okay with him so long as I didn't tell Brian.
He seemed worried that Brian might find out, but I assured him I wouldn't
say anything and he seemed fine after that. Of course this raised the
question for me whether he was being held there against his will, but I
didn't ask and can't say for sure.

I sat on the bed next to him and asked questions until my time was up.
Here's what I learned. Is he aware of the discussion and rumors about him
on the internet? Answer: He's heard about it, but hasn't seen it. He only saw
some of the earlier reviews. Is or was he married and, if so, is his wife
pregnant? Answer: He's married but his wife is getting a divorce. His wife
was pregnant but recently aborted the child. Was he in prison? Answer: Yes.
Did he communicate with people on the outside via email was he was in
prison? Answer: No. Did he set fire to builtlikeatruck's business? Answer:
Yes, but builtlikeatruck deserved it. Why? Answer: None of your business.
Did or does he wanted to be killed? Answer: It's a stupid question. Why is it
a stupid question? Answer: Try to kill me and you'll find out. How old is
he? Answer: 18. Is the man in other room Brian? Answer: Ask him. Does
he have a neurological disorder? Answer: He did, but he's on a new
medication and it's better now. Why did he reunite with Brian? Answer: He
didn't have anywhere else to go. Why does he let men have extreme sex
with him? Answer: For money and because it makes him feel important.
Any message to his fans? Answer: Hire me.

If you want my overall impression of Brad, I would say

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he's a much chillier and more remote boy than I had expected. I remember
in the old reviews he was described as hyperactive and easily distraught, but
he is far from that. He seems sour, bored, and cynical. Much used to be
made about how young he looked, but he doesn't look a day under 18 or
19.1 realize he has been through a lot in the past months, but it's hard to
believe that he could have been mistaken for 14 less than a year ago. I
remember in the old reviews that his hair was dyed blond but his hair looks
naturally blond to me. I think his eyes might be a different color too, but I'm
not sure. He answered my questions, but when I pressed him for details, he
clammed up. Maybe he didn't think it was any of my business, or maybe he
didn't know the details. I have serious doubts that this is the same boy. I
wonder if there's anyone out there who hired Brad at the beginning and
would consider checking him out and letting us know.

You: I'm 27, average looking. I like the company of escorts. Sex is less
important to me than feeling like we've made a connection.

Webmaster's report: This review has been confirmed with hornynice. Brian
has confirmed that hornynice hired Brad but refutes his claims of an
interview. According to Brian, the date consisted of hornynice giving Brad
a bloody nose and lip then licking the blood off his face while masturbating.
Brian declined to let me speak with Brad directly.

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Because of this and hornynice's history of legitimate reviews on this site, I
have decided to print the review.

Message from bizeeby: I reviewed Brad in July of last year. Some of you
may recall my account of our disastrous date in a hotel near LAX. I'm
curious as to whether the Brad in these new reviews is the same Brad. I live
in Pittsburgh, but travel to Los Angeles on business four times a month. I
will be in Los Angeles for three days next week. Brad's current fee is way
out of line with my budget. However, if one or more of you would be
willing to help finance this meeting, I would be willing to hire Brad and
submit a review. I can be reached at [email protected].

Message from llbean: I hired Brad in June, 2001.1 believe mine was the
second or third review. I have no interest in getting anywhere near him, but
if someone wants to sneak a camera into the bedroom, take a decent shot of
him, and post it online, I would be happy to confirm or deny that it's the
same boy.

Review #4

Escort's name: Brad Location: LA. Age: 18

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Month and year of your date: April 2002

Where did you find him? barebacksex.com

Internet address: I don't know

Escort's email address: I forget

Escort's advertised phone number: 323-660-6555

Rates: $7000/3 hrs

Did he live up to his physical description: yes

Did he live up to what he promised? amazingly, yes

Height: 5'10" or so

Weight: skinny

Facial hair: not

Body hair: not

Hair color: blond

Eye color: I forget

Dick size: small

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: not

Does he smoke? yes

Top, bottom, versatile? bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in call

Kisser: ?

Has he been reviewed before? yes

Rating: excellent

Hire again: doubt it

Handle: bones4puppy

Submissions: this is my first

URL for pics: riot.

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Experience: This is my first review. I wasn't aware of this site or the back
story on this escort until today The only reason I'm submitting this review is
because I was asked to by the escort's manager. It's simple. I saw a profile
in the escort section of barebacksex.com for an 18 year old superstar bottom
(Brad). I thought superstar meant he'd been in porn videos, but I'm not that
familiar with porn. I liked his stats and attitude, but his rates were so high
that I thought it was a typo. I called the number and talked to a guy who
turned out to be the escort's roommate and manager. He said the rates were
high because Brad's services are geared toward wealthy clients with
extreme fantasies. He said clients seeking bargain quickies should look
elsewhere.

I have a very extreme fantasy that I've never been able to realize. Ever since
my high school days back in the Sixties, I've had a thing for teenaged boys
with broken legs. I still remember the day a cute freshman showed up at
school walking on crutches with his leg in a cast. It was an epiphany for me.
I began to fantasize that I had broken his leg. I imagined I was hitting it
with a baseball bat. I imagined the sound of the bones snapping and how the
leg would twist in impossible directions. When he was immobilized, I
imagined yanking down his pants and underwear then eating out his ass and
raping him while he cried in pain. I still obsess privately about acting out
this fantasy with a boy who looks like him. I'm always in search of escort
bottoms have that boy's hippie pothead look and slim, wiry build.

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I shared my fantasy with the escort's manager not really expecting him to
accomodate me. To my surprise, he quoted me a price. I said you realize
your boy's going to be out of commission for a while. He said he
understood. I thought he was fucking with me but I went ahead and set up
an appointment. When I showed up for the appointment, the manager had
me sign a confidentiality agreement and asked for the money up front. I've
had bad experiences with up front payments and refused. He said either I
paid first or the appointment was cancelled. I said I would pay up front if I
could see the escort. He agreed and the escort entered the room. I thought
he was very cute, and he even had the kind of long hair I love. Even in his
clothes, I could tell he had the kind of long, slim legs and flat, no-big-deal
ass that drives me crazy So I paid the manager.

The three of us partied for a while until the escort was fucked enough to do
the scene. He was clearly too out of it to realize what was happening to him,
but I asked the manager a couple of times if I should stop, and he said I
could keep going. I ended up breaking both of his ankles, both knees, and
both of his legs in several places. His ass more than lived up to my
expectations. It was pale and almost homely in the hottest way. It just
screamed, I'm a straight, asexual virgin teenager's ass. His hole was big and
loose and very giving. Eating him out was heaven, and raping him almost
made me explode. I would say that he and the sex were perfect except for
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saying this, but I'm going to say it anyway because I need to get this off my
chest. At one point toward the end of the appointment, the roommate
quoted me a price to kill the escort. I thought he was kidding at the time,
but now that I know a little about the back story, I think he might have been
serious. Apart from that strange moment, it was an unreal and unforgettable
night.

You: a 56 yr old high school teacher

Webmaster's report: This review is confirmed with bones4puppy and Brian.

Brians response follows. We're getting dangerously close to the removal of
these and all future reviews of Brad. Consider this a warning.

Brian's response: I have several points I want to make. First of all, I neither
confirm nor deny bones4puppy's claim that I offered him a price to kill
Brad. I don't want to spoil the fun. That's for me to know and for you to find
out. Second, I didn't realize that bones4puppy was unfamiliar with my and
Brad's history. I just assumed that anyone willing to pay Brad's high fee
would already be a fan. This was my mistake, and it won't happen again.
All future clients of Brad will be required to take a Brad and Brian quiz
before any appointment is confirmed. Brad and I have no intention of
wasting him on guys who don't fully appreciate what they're being given.
Brad is making huge sacrifices and it's very important to him (and

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me) that his sacrifices mean something. He wants his clients to fully
appreciate the tremendous honor of acting out their wildest fantasies with a
true legend. It's very disturbing to us both that a know-nothing like
bones4puppy was given such a tremendous privilege. Third, because so
many of you want to experience Brad but cannot afford his fee, I have
decided to offer the option of having a more affordable if limited encounter
with Brad. Beginning today for a fee of $300 dollars, Brad's fans can spend
a vanilla hour with Brad on a first come, first served basis. You can look at
him. You can touch and lick him above the waist. You can smell but not
touch his genitals and ass. You can masturbate and come on his face or in
his mouth. Those are the rules, and they are not negotiable. Fourth and last,
clients should know that at the current time Brad can not walk or stand
without assistance, and his legs are in casts. His mouth, genitals, and ass
remain fully functional and available to satisfy your every desire.

Review #5

Escort's name: Brad!

Location: West Hollywood

Age: advertised as 18

Month and year of your date: April 2002

Where did you find him? this website

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Internet address: I don't think so

Escort's email address: [email protected]

Escort's advertised phone number: 323-660-6555

Rates: $300 an hour

Did he live up to his physical description? partly

Did he live up to what he promised? yes

Height: tallish

Weight: too thin

Facial hair: none

Body hair: pubes

Hair color: dark blond

Eye color: blue

Dick size: maybe 5 or 6 inches

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: not very

Does he smoke? I don't know

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in

Kisser: I couldn't tell

Has he been reviewed before? yes

Rating: for me, great

Hire again: no

Handle: sososogreat

Submissions: I think four

URL for pics: http://hometown.aol.com/userpage/davidbriggs/

Experience: When I read that there was an affordable way to

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spend some time with Brad, I contacted Brian immediately to make an

appointment. He was cordial and businesslike on the phone. He gave me
what he calls his quiz. I had to answer ten questions about my knowledge of
his and Brad's relationship. I didn't become a fan until the Brad message
board, so I got a few answers wrong, but apparently I just squeaked by
because he gave me an appointment. I wanted to get off with Brad, of
course, but I also hoped to get a photograph of him. Brian told me several
times that there was no photography allowed, but I own a tiny digital
camera that's barely bigger than my thumb, so I took a chance and brought
it along concealed in one of my socks.

When I got there, Brian had me sign his contract and pay him. All I can say
about him is that he's not what I expected at all. Before we went into the
bedroom to meet Brad, he patted me down. Boy, was I sweating that, but
luckily he didn't find the camera. I asked to use the bathroom and moved
the camera into my left hand and concealed it in my palm.

Meeting Brad was intense, of course. We walked in the bedroom and there
he was lying naked on his back in bed with two broken legs. He seemed
like he was in a really bad mood, but Brian said it was just the pain from his
broken legs. Like one of the reviewers said, he doesn't look as young as I
thought he would. He's very skinny (you can see his ribs and everything),
but that didn't surprise me. His cock isn't so big (when it's soft at least), but
it has a nice mushroom head (circumcised; if you're wondering). His best
feature is his
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face which has what I would call a Eastern European poor boy look. If
you've seen the videos of that Czech porn company Man's Best you'll get
the picture. He had a swollen lip and bruised (broken?) nose and bloodshot
eyes, so it's hard to judge, but I couldn't really understand how he could
have made Brian and whoever else get so obsessed with him. He is cute in a
weird way but I expected something else. I wanted to hear what his voice
sounded like so I said something like, Hi Brad, it's an honor to meet you,
but he didn't say anything. He didn't a word the whole time I was there.

I was hoping Brian would leave the room, but he sat in a chair and started
reading a copy of Unzipped Magazine. That made me feel really self-
conscious, but I tried not to think about it. I wasn't turned on at all, but
what's that old saying? — just close your eyes and think of England? I
didn't close my eyes but I thought about all the things I'd read about him
and just tried to think of it as an honor. Mostly I was just thinking how I
could take a picture. While I was thinking about that, I felt Brad up a little
and sniffed him and put on a show that I was hot to trot. Photographing him
seemed impossible, but then I got really lucky.

Brian's cell phone rang, and he answered it. I could see he wanted to talk
privately, so I smiled at him to let him know I was cool and having a good
time. He said he had to take the call and would be back in a minute, then
left the room. I quickly aimed the camera at Brad's face and took a shot.
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confused expression. Brian returned at that very moment, and I quickly hid
the camera. I was terrified that Brad was going to say something to Brian,
but he just kept looking at me. I tried to give him a look like, Please don't
say anything, and I don't know what he thought, but he didn't say a word
about it. I wanted to get out of there, but I knew I had to get off to make it
seem like I had gotten what I paid for. So I pulled my cock out and
imagined my all time favorite Brad fantasy—him being gang raped and
hung by his neck in prison—and looked down at his face. It worked. I shot
off on his face and then cleaned myself and got out of there as fast as I
could.

The picture I took of Brad isn't that great but you can see him clearly I've
put the picture on my homepage at http://
hometown.aol.com/userpage/davidbriggs/ so you can check it out.

You: I'm a 22 year old physics major who doesn't need to buy escorts but
likes to do it anyway.

Webmaster's message: I confirmed this review with sososo-great. Seeing as

how he has a history of writing legitimate reviews on this site, I tend to
believe him. Brian has refused to confirm this review and his following
response presents his side of the story Hopefully we have reached the point
where the many questions about Brad can begin to be answered. I urge all
of you who can confirm or deny Brad's

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identity to send me your reports, and I will post relevant and legitimate ones
as they arrive.

Brian's response: This review is a bald faced lie. The picture on the
reviewer's homepage is not a picture of Brad. I was in the room during this
entire encounter watching closely and if any photograph had been taken, I
would have known about it. You can thank this liar for the fact that I have
cancelled all outstanding and future $300 appointments with Brad. This
option is no longer available. This deceitful prick has ruined it for everyone.
But just so you know, all future clients of Brad will be swept with a metal
detector so don't even think about trying to sneak in a camera or tape
recorder. Brad is available for serious, hardcore, committed admirers only.

Message from sandman808: I can't tell you if the boy in the picture on
sososogreat's homepage is the 'real' Brad, whatever that means, but I can tell
you that he is the boy I hired (see review #1). If you make an appointment
with Brad, that's who you're going to get.
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Escort's name: Brad Location: West Hollywood

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Age: 18

Month and year of your date: April 2002

Where did you find him? your site

Internet address: none

Escort's email address: [email protected]

Escort's advertised phone number: 323-660-6555

Rates: $300/hr

Did he live up to his physical description? absolutely

Did he live up to what he promised? absolutely

Height: 511"

Weight: 135 lbs.

Facial hair: smooth

Body hair: smooth

Hair color: blond

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: 6 inches

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: medium

Does he smoke? yes

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in calls only

Kisser: yes

Has he been reviewed before? yes

Rating: Excellent

Hire again: yes

Handle: damnstraight

Submissions: frris is my first

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URL for pics: no

Experience: I'm of the lucky guys who had a $300 appointment with Brad
before the Brian guy stopped allowing them. I'm a huge fan of Brad. I've
been into him since the very beginning. I'm a wiccan and have been casting
spells to meet him for months. I credit my religion with my unbelievable
luck and good fortune.

As a true fan, I've never expected Brad to be another Justin Timberlake or

anything. I knew he wasn't a conventionally cute twink or porn star type.
People seem to have forgotten that he started his career as a street whore. I
knew he'd have a little wear and tear around the edges, and I wasn't
disappointed in him at all. I wished he didn't have broken legs, but other
than that I thought he was killer cute and killer sexy. I got hard the second I
saw him and stayed hard the whole time. He got hard too, which meant a lot
to me. I would have loved to taste his tender cock and feel his hot load
splashing down my throat. His smooth white body was dreamy. I devoured
his armpits and sucked his little nipples and gave his upper body a
worshipful tongue bath. The Brian guy even let me give him a couple of
hickeys, which was so nice. I snuffled around in his crotch like a dog just
dying at the hot, potent odor. The real piece de resistance (sp?) was when
Brian rolled him over so I could sniff his awesome ass. I'll never forget that
sweet young ass smell or the sight of those soft, innocent white cheeks and
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long, tantalizing, hairless crack. I would have sold my mother into slavery
to bury my face in that ass and feel my tongue inside that warm, perfect
body

Brad was everything I'd dreamed about and everything I've ever wanted. I
shot the biggest load of my life in his mouth. It was like I would never stop
coming, and when he swallowed it, I lost my mind knowing that I was part
of him. I will never forget Brad and what we did for as long as I live.

Webmaster's report: Review confirmed by phone with Brian and by email

with damnstraight. Also, for those of you who might not have heard this
already, David Barrows (better known to readers of this site as the escort
Corey #3 of San Diego) plead guilty to the first degree murder of Kenneth
Miller (Stevie Sexed). The San Diego Union newspaper reports that David
Barrows and John Sperly (who is awaiting trial) murdered Kenneth Miller
for the purpose of making a snuff video. Sperly is known within the
amateur gay porn industry as Captain Sprinkle, producer and director of a
series of videos with an SM theme. In return for his guilty plea, Barrows
will not be charged in the murders of several other young San Diego males,
including the escort known as Kevin, whose disappearance was discussed
frequently in the first set of Brad and Brian reviews. Seeing as how the
Brad and Brian saga and the murder of Stevie Sexed have always been
intertwined, I thought it would be relevant to post this update here.

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Message from bizeeb7: I was unable to raise the money to hire Brad while
I'm in Los Angeles this coming week. I want to thank pppeter and
goodnplenty for their offers to contribute. I did get a chance look at the
picture on sososogreat's homepage. It is not an accurate representation of
the Brad I hired. There is a slight resemblance, mostly in the nose and in the
general shape of the face, but there is no question in my mind. He is not the
same boy. Hope that helps.

Review #7

Escort's name: Brad

Location: West Hollywood

Age: 18

Month and year of your date: May 2002

Where did you find him? a friend's recommendation

Internet address: unknown

Escort's email address: unknown

Escort's advertised phone number: 323-660-6555

Rates: $10,000/overnight

Did he live up to his physical description? yes

Did he live up to what he promised? yes

Height: 511''

Weight: 135 lbs.

Facial hair: none

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Body hair: none

Hair color: blond

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: 6 inches

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: medium

Does he smoke? not with me

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: In calls

Kisser: yes

Has he been reviewed before? yes

Rating: superb

Hire again: doesn't apply

Handle:

Submissions:

URL for pics: http://hometown.aol.com/userpage/davidbriggs/

Experience: For reasons that will become obvious, I must keep information
about myself to a minimum. I can say that until approximately one year
ago, I was in the medical profession. I was on the surgical staff of a well
known and highly respected American hospital. I was forced into an early
retirement as part of the settlement of a lawsuit against the hospital. I
mention this portion of my background in order to help explain the
particulars of my experience with the escort in question.

I have a friend who regularly employs the services of

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escorts and swears by this website's advice and counsel. He knows my

interests and tastes very well, and has been on the look out for an escort
who might be willing to accomodate one extreme and difficult to realize
fantasy of mine. He recently informed me about the existence of the escort
Brad, whom he thought might be able to accomodate me. He directed me to
a website where I could view a picture of the escort in question. Not only
did I find his appearance more than satisfactory but I happen to own an
amateur porn video in which he performs, so I was already familiar with his
body. Due to the stated prerequisite that men wishing to hire this escort
have some foreknowledge of his history, and the fact that, apart from this
single appearance in a video, I am ignorant on the subject, my
knowledgeable friend endeavored to set up the appointment by assuming
my identity Considering the severity of my interests, I fully expected a
negative response. I was startled when he informed me that the appointment
had been made. The required fee, though substantial, was nonetheless lower
than I had anticipated.

Upon arriving at the location where the appointment was to take place, I
met first with the escort's agent. I had booked the escort for an overnight
session, and we took some time to discuss the activities that would be
taking place. I informed him then of my special needs in this regard and we
made the appropriate arrangements. I initialed his contract, and he searched
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bag for any hidden visual or audio recording equipment. Despite my fears
that I might experience a last minute moral or ethical dilemma, I found
myself instead in a state of unprecedented arousal.

After a period of debate with the agent, it was decided that my goals would
be best achieved by transporting the escort into the kitchen. As has been
discussed, the escort's legs are immobilized in casts. The agent and I carried
the escort from the bedroom into the kitchen and lifted him into a sitting
position directly over the sink. He was alert and in some discomfort, but
was entirely cooperative. I should add that he was not informed at that time
of the actions that would be taking place in order to minimize any panic or
distress that might prevent him from achieving an erection.

My goals with the escort were two-fold—a benign sexual activity followed
by a malignant final action and related sex act. For roughly the first hour of
the encounter, I applied oral and tactile stimulation to his genitals and the
immediately surrounding area. His penis began to stiffen and the testicles
contracted. Their temperature rose dramatically, accompanied by the
intensifying aroma of his activated tissues, flesh, and local internal organs.
Despite what most laymen seem to believe, this aroma varies substantially
in strength and quality from body to body, and this escort's scent was of a
particularly attractive nature. I am not a poet, so I will not attempt to
convey my reaction. My knowledge of human anatomy does not preclude a
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of sex, and I find it only enhances the experience for myself and my
partners. In the case of this escort, there were extenuating factors as well. I
had been quite aroused by his performance in the aforementioned video,
and my senses were heightened by the presence of a body about which I
had a long standing attraction and curiosity.

As my libidinal urges intensified, my expertise began a happy collaboration

with my less cerebral instincts, and I increased my ministrations, inserted
two digits easily into his anal cavity, and massaged his prostrate. My teeth
and tongue then joined the frontal attack, gently but firmly stimulating his
genitals into a state of readiness. I should add that my knowledge that the
escort's impending orgasm would be the final such occurence of his life
created a sense of anticipation and privilege that greatly heightened my
pleasure. In laymen's terms, I alternated between sucking his cock and
masturbating him, licking his testicles and perineum, and applying pressure
to his prostrate gland until I recognized the physical symptoms of his
arriving orgasm. I then inserted his penis between my lips and my mouth
was quickly filled with three distinct expulsions of spermatosa. The flavor
and volume of his orgasm were very pleasing and brought tears to my eyes.
The final and most significant phase of my experience then commenced.
Based on advice from the escort's agent, a decision had been made to
inform him of my intentions once his orgasm had been successfully
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escort's agent was convinced that he would welcome my actions. However,

I was not surprised by his fearful and angry reaction, even as it caught his
agent off guard. After a brief, violent, and ultimately futile struggle, the
escort was secured by his agent. With no small difficulty, his arms were
drawn behind his back and his wrists bound. He remained highly emotional,
screaming expletives at his agent and begging me to reconsider. I had
anticipated this reaction and found it arousing, but at a certain point a
decision was made that it would be best to sedate him with an injection. He
then grew relaxed and sufficiently disoriented that answering the simplest
questions proved impossible.

We returned his body to a seated position over the sink. My heart rate was
accelerated yet my hands remained steady as I washed and sterilized the
escort's genitals, then injected a local anesthetic into his groin to numb the
general area and further hamper his movements. I arranged the surgical
instruments I would need on a clean dish towel. Pulling his testicles sac taut
with my left hand, I began the operation. I cut deeply into the northernmost
trunk portion of the sac. I quickly sliced horizontally through the trunk until
the sac was separated from the escort's body. I laid it on the counter and set
to work repairing the damaged and heavily leaking blood vessels. In
conventional circumstances, precautions are taken to prevent the possibility
of infection. Not only would this have been impossible to achieve under the
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the operation was a key component of my fantasy's enactment. The agent

endeavored with some success to raise the level of the escort's
consciousness with blows to his face and stomach. His attention was then
directed to my actions. Upon registering the reality and consequence of his
castration, he began to emit what I would describe as a wailing or mourning
sound.

Using what might be described for reasons of brevity as a small blowtorch,

I alternately cauterized damaged blood vessels and damaged the internal
organs key to his sexual function. Flushing the area with tap water, I pulled
the damaged organs into view and sliced them free, then cauterized the new
wounds. The escort began vomiting, and lost control of his bowels,
defecating into the sink. This pathetic reaction was everything I could have
hoped, but I was able to complete my operation with some concentration,
even as the urge to satisfy myself sexually grew almost uncontrollable. I
cleaned the decimated cavity as best I could using the modest amount of
sterilized water that I had brought along with me, then stitched together the
remaining skin of his testicle sac which effectively closed the wound. No
trace remained that a pair of testicles had ever existed in that spot. After
allowing myself a moment of awe at what I had created, I quickly washed
the fecal material from his anal region then gathered a few items from my
medical bag as well as the severed testicle sac.

The escort's agent and I carried the semi-conscious young

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man into the bedroom. We sat him down on the bed, and I emptied the
contents of the testicle sac into his mouth then taped his mouth shut. While
I undressed, the agent ordered the escort to position himself face down on
the bed, and, after punching him violently about the head, he did as he was
told. Let me drop my composure for a moment and try to convey the
powerful effect of what I had accomplished. I (and others before me, to give
credit where credit is due) had maimed, emasculated, desexualized, and
demoralized an 18 year old boy to the point where his solitary value lay in
his body's ability to gratify men's sexual urges and yet not only was that
value severely diminished, but he himself was incapable of sexual
gratification. No female would desire him again, nor would any gay male
who was not aroused by the idea of causing him misery and contributing in
some way to his death. As someone whose life had been dedicated to
repairing and saving the wounded and ill, and who had been unfairly
relieved of my career, this about face was a profound catharsis. The escort's
death was now inevitable, warranted, and arguably humane, and my urge to
kill him was tempered only by my arousal by his agent's promise that
further torture and humiliation awaited him.

Now there was the matter of his ass, whose natural beauty and considerable
erotic effect had preoccupied me since my initial introduction to it in the
aforementioned video. In my years as a medical professional, I have
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quite extraordinary examples of nature's genius, and I can say with some
assurance that it measured up to the finest of them. Ultimately I would say
its inviting form more than any other factor saved the escort's life on that
particular evening. When I could no longer bear the effect of so many
conflicting feelings, I mounted the escort and raped him with as much force
and violence as I was able to muster. While raping him, I asked the agent to
remove the tape from the escort's mouth but not allow him to expel the
testicles. I ordered the escort to chew and swallow his testicles. He declined
to do so, either from confusion or disgust, but the agent threatened and
delivered head and body blows that convinced him to do as he was told. He
chewed the testicles and attempted unsuccessfully to swallow them, and it
was this horrible and beautiful image which finally triggered my orgasm.

The appointment concluded with a gentleman's agreement between the

agent and myself that I would serve as the escort's personal physician,
remaining on call to treat his future injuries as they happen to arise. In
return for my services, I will be allowed to gratify myself sexually with him
as I wish during these house calls. I was asked by the agent to include this
information in my review

You:

Webmaster's report: I am posting this review for several reasons, despite the
fact that I was unable to confirm it with the

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reviewer. My reasons are these: (a) There is a likelihood that this review is a
fabrication, and posting it will hopefully lead to a refutation by a legitimate
reviewer, (b) If the review is authentic, the new information contained
within it that 'Brad' appeared in a porn video could lead to an identification
of the escort, (c) Brian's response to the review (see below) is informative.
Also, I have received a large volume of messages and emails responding to
the alleged picture of 'Brad' and offering their opinions on the identity of
'Brian.' Excerpts from the most relevant and informative of these follow
'Brian's' response.

Brian's response: I had no idea that this client lied to me about his
knowledge of Brad's and my history. To say that I'm furious and Brad is
devastated is a huge understatement. My agreement with this client to offer
medical treatment to Brad in return for sex has been cancelled. From now
on, appointments with Brad will be made only after I have administered my
quiz in person. Brad has been castrated, and future clients should take that
into account. He is depressed, medicated, and in discomfort, and that's just
the way it is. Brad claims that he cannot remember if he has ever performed
in a porn video. I will confess to you that I lied when I said that the picture
on what's-his-fuck's website is not a picture of Brad. I was hoping to keep
Brad mysterious, but I realize it's too late for that. That is a picture of the
legendary Brad.

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Message from ticktock88: I reviewed Brad in September of 2001. To

refresh your memory, I picked him up hitchhiking in Northern California.
The young man in the picture on sososogreat's homepage is not the young
man I reviewed.

Message from anonymous: I know for sure that the guy who's passing
himself off as Brian is not who he claims to be. His name is Zack Young.
He's a well known figure in the LA barebacking community I know this
because he is a former fuck buddy of mine. We had a huge falling out when
Zack date raped and bred (or infected if you prefer) a mutual acquaintance
of ours against his wishes. Zack has been making harassing phone calls to
me for months. He has bragged that he was behind this Brad and Brian
thing ever since I've known him. I think I met Brad, or at least the young
man who claims to be Brad, about a month ago. Zack told me at that time
that he was Brad and that they had just met a few days before. I didn't
believe him until last week when he described the scene described by one of
the reviewers where Brad's legs were broken. This was two days before the
review appeared. I thought about calling the police but I decided to keep it
in the family and tell you what I know instead. I hope you'll post this
information on your site so everyone will hear the truth and so that Zack
will know that if he tries any revenge number on me everyone will know
about it. Thanks.

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Message from terencetryst: I live in Portland. I picked Brad up at a hustler

bar about seven weeks ago. He told me (and I believed him) that he had
recently gotten out of prison, was newly married, and that his pregnant wife
had thrown him out after a fight. I put two and two together and realized he
was the same Brad whom so many people have written about on this site. I
let him stay at my house for a few days. I've looked at the picture that
reviewer took and it's not a picture of Brad I've heard through the grapevine
that Brad reconciled with his wife and is living here in Portland.

Message from pppeter: I have compared the new picture of Brad to the
picture of Brad that was published in the Portland Oregonian. The older
picture is of very poor quality, but it's obvious even to the naked eye that
these are pictures of two different people.

Review #8

Escort's name: Brad

Location: West Hollywood

Age: 18

Month and year of your date: May 2002

Where did you find him? here

Internet address: no

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Escort's email address: [email protected]

Escort's advertised phone number: 323-660-6555

Rates: $4000/3 hours/4 dudes

Did he live up to his physical description: sure, why not?

Did he live up to what he promised? fucking A

Height: 5 11

Weight: 135 lbs.

Facial hair: no

Body hair: no

Hair color: pretty long blond chick hair

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: about 6

Thickness: average

Does he smoke? I don't know

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in

Kisser: shit, yeah

Has he been reviewed before? yes

Rating: killer

Hire again: yes

Handle: tuff4eal

Submissions: none before

URL for pics: http://hometown.aol.com/userpage/davidbriggs

Experience: Check this out. I've been into Brad since the very old days. I
turned some buds onto his shit and we've been chafing for that faggot ever
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primal shit, right? I'm straight as a rule, but I like to get tweaked on the
weekends with my buds and raid the faggot bars. We're a hot looking crew
that's your average faggot's wet dream, so we pull some pretty max tricks.
I'm just saying the shit going down around Brad made heavy changes in my
head. I got to know myself deep. It's been a cool ride. I have to say it was
crazier than shit to get a look at the fucker after all of that build. I figured
he's got to be hot to get that buzz, but that bitch in that picture had some
beauty going on. My buds and I were on the same page about getting us
some of that shit. I called that Brian freak and tried to work out a deal. We
were looking to take Brad off property for some joy riding, gay bashing fun.
He was having none of it. I told him, let me email you a picture of my buds
and me. I have this bud Hector who's like the sweetest fucking chick you
ever saw. Oh yeah, Brian calls me back wanting a piece of that pretty young
shit. Hector is a stupid faggot bitch who does exactly what we tell him. So
Brian worked it out where he's with Hector and we get to bash Brad. We
walk in the door and Brian clocks Hector. I'm talking lights out. We were
looking at each other like, damn, this is one serious motherfucker. So we're
turned on by that shit and feeling rowdy. Brian tells us how to find the
bedroom. Oh shit, let me tell you something real. That fucked up bitch Brad
is lying there bare ass naked and it's one sick scene. His face is all beat to
hell. He's down with pneumonia or the flu or some shit. We were seriously
pissed off. We
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fucked that sad assed cunt and jizzed his hole. It was three or whatever the
hell in the morning. We were like, this is bullshit. We went looking for that
Brian freak. He was having it off with our bud, and we were like, Get the
fuck off him. We were screaming. He was all apologetic and shit. He gave
us back our money. He brought out his stash and got us high, and things
were chill. So he says, let's bash your bud Hector then you write in your
review that it was Brad. We told him how we had long since had Hector's
total, but he could knock himself out and we'll watch. Listen, that freak was
serious about getting some of Hector's ass. He was eating out that bitch like
it was movie star pussy. Hector's squealing like a chick in love and looking
very fresh. So we took a little taste of that shit. Listen, you learn something
everyday. One of my buds was like, I think we've been underestimating this
bitch. Brian was like, listen, you guys want to taste something nice? You
want to taste the fucking sugar? Oh yeah, we were back in that bedroom so
fast. Eating out Brad was the killer thing for real. It got our heads back into
the whole fucking thing at the beginning. We bashed that famous piece of
shit, and gangbanged him to hell, and it was sweet. We jizzed his pretty ass
deep down. It's fucking daylight by then. We come out and find that Brian
freak all fucking covered with blood. He's raped and beat that pretty bitch
Hector so dead we had to carry him out and dump him in a bin behind the
Walmart near my mother's house. All and all, it was some experience.

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You: Hispanic 22, tight, hung, built, horny all the time.

Brian's response: I guess it's time for a reality check. Okay, I'm not Brian, or
maybe I should say I'm not the original Brian. My name is Zack Young.
Some of you will remember me as 'thegayjournalist' who posted on the
Brad message board under a number of guises. I was hoping to convince
you that I was the original Brian, not for my own sake but for your sake. I
thought it would add some myth and weight and pizzazz to Brad's return.
The fact is, it doesn't really matter whether I'm the real the original Brian or
not. I might as well be the original Brian. It's the same deal. My relationship
with Brad is identical. He wants to die. He has given me the power of life
and death. I'm sharing the power with you for a reasonable price. I hope this
confession will stop all this nattering bullshit around who Brad and I really
are so we can get back to the matter at hand. I don't know the story on these
guys who are claiming Brad isn't Brad, but I'm telling you the God's honest
truth: he is Brad. I went to incredible lengths to get him for you. I got his
address in Portland from the real, original Brian. I wrote to him under the
guise of Brian asking him to reconcile with me. He responded very
positively. We exchanged a number of letters and faxes arranging our
reunion. Towards the end of this exchange, I revealed that I wasn't really
Brian. Brad's response was that he didn't give a shit whether I was Brian or
not. He saM he never gave a fuck about Brian. He worked

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Brian to get what he wanted and he was happy to work me. The point is,
Brad doesn't care that I'm not the original Brian, so why should you? Let's
get on with it. This is a monumental, once in a lifetime offer. Do you not
understand that? Don't you realize what I'm giving you? Brad isn't just some
cute, masochistic piece of ass who's here to help a bunch of stupid leather
men gets their sadistic rocks off. He's a fucking legend. I expect you show
some respect. Where are the true, devoted Brad fans? If it's a matter of
money, we'll work something out. It's far more important to Brad and me
that your dates with him mean something important to everyone involved
than we make a nice chunk of change. Time is running out, guys. Brad has
already taken an irreversible downward turn. It's now or never.

Message from builtlikeatruck44: I've been away from this website for a
while and only just checked back in yesterday to discover this new thread of
reviews. For those of you who are interested, my company is back in
business and things are going very well. If you live in Portland and need
some construction work done, I hope you'll think of us. We have a new
website if you're interested at www.tonyvillani.com. I have a couple of
things to tell you. First of all, the picture of 'Brad' on sososogreat's
homepage is not a picture of Brad. The young man in the picture does look
vaguely familiar to me. I've been wracking my brains but I can't put my
finger on why. I'll keep thinking about it and let you know if my

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memory is jogged. Brad is fine, as far as I know. He's doing very well, in
fact. He lives on the outskirts of Portland with his wife. Or I should say that
was the situation when I spoke to him about two weeks ago. As one of the
few people who actually knows Brad, I think I can debunk this new 'Brad'
with some authority.

Message from bennybbbixy: I understand there has been some talk and
speculation on this website about an amateur gay video called 'Portland
Barebackin': Off the Streets.' I am the producer and director of this video. If
it helps, I can confirm that the young man in the picture identified as Brad
on sososogreat's homepage was one of the performers in this video. I knew
him as Thad. Whether that was his real name or not, I can't tell you. The
video features five street kids I found in a local hustler bar called The Red
Queen. All I can tell you about Thad is that he was a drug addict who told
me he grew up in Los Angeles. I knew him for all of three hours. Like most
street kids, he talked a lot of crap about how he was going to be rich and
famous, and I didn't pay much attention. When the time came to shoot his
scene, he was a good performer and that's all I remember. I haven't seen him
since and I wouldn't be able to tell you how or why he got mixed up in this
nonsense. For those of you who have ordered the video, understand that I
wasn't prepared for the recent spike in interest. The video is out of stock,
but I'm making new copies, and orders will be filled as quickly

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as I can. Many of you have called and emailed me to ask if there is

unreleased footage or outtakes of Thad from this video shoot. I'm afraid
there isn't, but I've recently seen some video footage of Thad having sex
with a local John named Albert. The video was shot by the John during
their date. It is of very unprofessional quality. Due to the huge interest in
Thad, I've reached an agreement with Albert to distribute copies of this
video. The video is 85 minutes in length. In the first part of the video, Thad
sucks the John's cock and takes a load in his mouth. There is a break in the
sex long enough for Thad to do drugs. In the second part, the John rims
Thad, fucks him raw, and fist fucks him. There's an anal cum shot and some
brief post-orgasm fucking. I hope to be able to ship copies of this video,
which I'm calling 'Portland Barebackin': The Brad Tape,' within two weeks.
I'm accepting preorders at my website www.rawandrawer.net.

Message from jimmytaylor: This is a message for Brian. I hope you'll put it
on your site. Listen, you lying, stupid prick. Next time I call you, you'd
better pick the fuck up. You think I'm full of shit? I'll blow this thing out of
the water and you know I can. You want me to go public? You'd better talk
to me or it's over.

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Review #9

Escort's name: Thad

Location: Portland

Age: 18

Month and year of your date: February/March 2002

Where did you find him? street

Internet address: no

Escort's email address: no

Escort's advertised phone number:

Rates: usually $150

Did he live up to his physical description? yes

Did he live up to what he promised? yes

Height: about 5' 11"

Weight: about 160-140 lbs.

Facial hair: no

Body hair: just a little bit

Hair color: dirty blond

Eye color: blue

Dick size: 6"

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: slender

Does he smoke? yes

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: out calls

Kisser: yes

Has he been reviewed before: I believe so

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Rating: positive Hire again: yes Handle: snaredbyboys Submissions: this is

my tenth

URL for pics: http://hometown.aol.com/userpage/davidbriggs/

Experience: I'm not sure if this review qualifies, but I'll submit it. I was a
regular of the escort known here as Brad and known to me as Thad until
about eight weeks ago. We hooked up seven different times over about a
month. I picked him up in an area of downtown Portland where street
hustlers are known to work. I was attracted to him initially because he had a
rock musician look and style that I happen to go for. When he got into my
car, I was pleasantly surprised by his attractive face, sexy blue eyes, and
full, edible lips.

I drove him back to my place. He got high, then we stripped and went to
bed. I loved holding and caressing his long, skinny, hairless white body. I'm
a top in anal sex, but I'm very oral. I licked him all over and spent a long
time rimming his tender, warm ass. He was very passive, but would stroke
my hair sometimes to let me know he was enjoying himself. As a bottom he
was quiet but excellent. I fucked him condom-free in a number of positions
and finally shot a big load on his face. I was very satisfied and gave him a
nice tip. After that he would call me twice or three times a week asking if I
wanted to hook up, and I usually did. I tried to get to know him, but he was
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talk about himself. His favorite line about himself was, 'I'm doomed/
Whenever I asked what that meant, he would get defensive and say he
didn't want to talk about it. Eventually I stopped asking.

By about our third date, I noticed Thad was losing weight and seemed to
care less and less about his physical appearance. I asked if his health was
okay, and he said something like, 'No, but it's not what you're thinking.' The
last time I saw him, he seemed different and more optimistic. He was much
more affectionate during sex and even cracked a smile once in a while. I
asked him why he seemed so happy, and he said something like, 'Because
I'm going to be famous soon.' I said something like, 'So you're not doomed
anymore.' He started laughing and said, 'Dude, I am so doomed,' like it was
a good thing.

I didn't hear from Thad again after that night, and I haven't seen him around
since. A guy I know who also tricked with Thad told me there was a picture
of him online and mentioned the controversy going on here. That's
definitely a picture of Thad, and I thought you'd like to hear my two cents. I
think what's going on here is what Thad probably meant by being famous.
It's very sad and disturbing if it has come to this. He doesn't have a whole
lot going on as a person, but he's a nice and very attractive young man.
You: Just an average guy.

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Webmaster's message: I confirmed this review with snared-byboys. I was

unable to confirm the review with Brad/Thad due to the fact that
Zack/Brian will not allow me to speak to him. Since confirming these
reviews is becoming more difficult, I'm going to do my best to authenticate
them. If they appear here, you can assume that I've either confirmed them to
my satisfaction or decided to trust my instincts. I continue to receive a huge
volume of emails about this thread of reviews. I will post relevant excerpts
from the most informative and thought provoking of them as they arrive.

Zack's response: I want everyone to know that I am being blackmailed by

the escort Jimmy Taylor. He's threatening to speak a bunch of lies about
Brad if I don't pay him an absurd amount of money. I refuse to give in to
this petty criminal and liar. I told him that if he wants to hook up, I'd be
willing to pay him handsomely for sex. I think this is more than generous of
me considering the shit he is pulling. So far he has refused my offer. I want
to make all this public so that you'll understand that if he does go through
with his threat to 'expose' Brad, he has no credibility whatsoever.

Message from waynebaxter: I want to comment on what Zack or Brian said

in his most recent response. I'm talking about his complaints that reviewers
aren't expressing enough appreciation of the service he is providing. I have
a challenge for him. If you really feel the way you say you do, I

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wonder if you would accomodate clients who want to rescue Brad. I can
only speak for myself, but I can't be the only guy who is drawn to Brad not
because we fantasize about torturing or killing him but because we fantasize
about saving him from the likes of you. I would argue that the guys who
most appreciate Brad are the guys who feel the way I do. You say that you
would be willing to reduce Brads fee if someone was a true 'fan' and
showed Brad the proper'respect.' I don't have much money but I am a true
fan and I do respect Brad. How much would you charge me to take Brad
away from you? My fantasy is to do just that, get him treatment for his
wounds and emotional problems, and find him a stable and loving home
environment. How much, Zack?

Message from builtlikeatruck44: 1 spoke to Brad on the phone yesterday

and told him what was being propagated here in his name. He says he is
trying to start a new life and doesn't want to think about his former life. I
urged him to look at the reviews and send in a response just to clear up the
confusion, and he said he would think about it. In the meantime, I have
remembered why the boy in the picture looks familiar. I had sex with him
once maybe five months ago. It wasn't a very memorable encounter, which
is why I forgot about it. Now that I know who he is, I'm going to query
some boys and Johns I know in the Portland hustler scene to see if any of
them can pass along any helpful information. I'll send in a report if anything
comes of this.

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Message from snazzystocky: Is it just me, or has the fun and eroticism and
intrigue gone out of this Brad thing? I remember the old Brad reviews being
so much sexier and more mind blowing. Maybe it's because, as far I can
tell, these reviewers are actually doing these things to him and not just
making up evil fantasies about him and pretending they're true. I'm a
member of the killnickcarter group on Yahoo, and I swear what's going on
there is a lot more fun than what's going on here. It's just a lot sexier to read
about some guy breaking every bone in Nick Carter's body and tying him
into a pretzel, for example, than to read these ugly accounts of cutting
Brad's balls off or whatever. Maybe if there were pictures, it would be
different. I just think this whole thing has gotten really grim and depressing.
I guess I just feel really disappointed. I don't how I expected it to end, but
this isn't doing it for me.

Review #10

Escort's name: Brad

Location: West Hollywood

Age: 18

Month and year of your date: May 2002

Where did you find him? here

Internet address: no

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Escort's email address: don't know

Escort's advertised phone number: 323-660-6555

Rates: $5000/2 hrs

Did he live up to his physical description? yes

Did he live up to what he promised? yes

Height: 5'11"

Weight: slim

Facial hair: no

Body hair: minimal

Hair color: blond

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: small

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: no

Does he smoke? don't know

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in call

Kisser: don't know

Has he been reviewed before? yes

Rating: great

Hire again: no

Handle: thebasher

Submission: none before

URL for pics: http://hometown.aol.com/userpage/davidbriggs/

Experience: I'm an S&M master and expert sadist into doling out
punishment to young twinks. I've followed this Brad

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thing with interest and skepticism. I'm used to twinks who say they have no
limits then cry for their mamas five minutes into a scene. I'm always on the
hunt for a twink who can handle me. Brad seemed like a real possibility but
the smokescreen of bullshit around him made me wonder what was real.
When that tasty picture of him showed up online, I decided to take a chance
and make an appointment.

Brad's handler claimed that I could inflict heavy permanent damage on the
twink. But the guy has claimed a lot of things that turned out not to be true.
When I saw the damage other guys had inflicted on the twink (broken legs,
castration, black eye, etc), I felt hopeful. Objectively, I have to say there are
hotter twinks in the world, but Brad's charisma more than makes up for it.
He has a cute face and a fine ass. His body is sub-twink: pale, thin, no
muscle tone, very used looking. I liked him a whole helluva lot, but you
vanilla guys should know that he's no porn star. So far so good, but it wasn't
until the scene was underway and he was taking heavy punishment that I
got what all the hype was about.

To say Brad spoiled me is putting it mildly. He handled a cruel and very hot
manual strangulation scene that nearly did him in. I shredded and bloodied
his bony back with a series of whips while fucking him hard and deep. His
voice really came alive when he was yelling and screaming. I love hearing
pain, and he let loose in a big way, which really fired me up. Cock and ball
torture is my specialty, and I took most of my aggression out on his lonely,
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cock. I clipped electrodes to the shaft and head and sent jolts through the
twink while he bucked and seized in his restraints. I whipped his cock
bloody then slowly burned every inch of it with a cigarette lighter until he
finally passed out. That did the trick for me, and I shot the biggest load of
my life on his slack pussy face.

You: I'm a bigwig in the LA leather community for my perfect body and
skill with the whip. I'm 61, but don't look it.

Webmaster's message: I have received some extremely interesting emails as

you will see below I'll let them speak for themselves.

Zack's response: I want to say something about the criticism that Brad and I
have been receiving here. You need to understand a few things. Maybe I
should have made myself clear earlier. One way that I'm different than the
original Brian is that what I'm letting you guys do to Brad is not my fantasy.
It's your fantasy, and I just have a sick enough imagination to love
observing you. I think you're all assuming I'm in control of this and that
Brad is my helpless captive or something. The truth is that Brad wants this
to happen. This was his idea. I'm helping his and your fantasy become
reality, period. My thing was and is bareback sex—breeding, bug chasing,
and so on. Yeah, I like the 'I might be sentencing someone to death when I
cum inside him' thing a lot. I

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love the gambling aspect of raw sex. I love the idea that having hot sex with
a bottom could have a permanent, negative impact on his life. I love how
barebacking makes having sex heavy and meaningful. I love how gay guys
can be like straight guys who wonder how many illegitimate kids there
could be out there with their DNA. I love imagining my ex-fucks out in the
world infecting others or dying in hospital beds. Honestly when I hunted
Brad down and convinced him to hook up with me, I didn't know what was
going to happen. I thought I might fuck him once or a few times and say
adios. I thought maybe I could pimp him out to the bareback community
and get my rocks off plus earn some money at the same time. It was Brad's
idea to go this way and sell pieces of his death. He's the one who wants to
die in a big, meaningful, earth shattering way. I'm doing this because it's
intense and interesting. I'm doing this because I like the fact that I'm part of
something legendary. I like the fame aspect. But if you think I'm here
jacking off while guys torture Brad, you're wrong. I have to live with Brad's
pain and misery. I have to nurse his wounds and pay for his medical
treatment and listen to him moan and cry and whine about his pain and
discomfort. I want to know why the fuck he's doing this to himself as much
as you do. You think I understand it? I don't. He won't or can't tell me.
Maybe I would understand or wouldn't care if I understood if I actually
gave a shit about him. I don't. There's nothing to care about. We had some
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had a cute face. He had a cute little ass. But the sex was hot because it was
intense to be fucking a boy I'd been obsessing about for so long. Apart from
that, I didn't think he was interesting or sweet or fun or intriguing or even
all that physically attractive. What was and is missing is the love. Brad
clearly never loved Brian. He's too massively self-absorbed to feel anything
for anyone else. But Brian loved Brad, or always said he did. I can't for the
life of me figure out why but he obviously did. I've been trying to get in
touch with the original Brian to get some advice or understanding, but he
won't respond to my emails. I'm so desperate to understand that I was
willing to pay that nasty little piece of shit whore Jimmy Taylor an insane
amount of money for sex just so I could talk to someone who knew Brad
even superficially. The point is, you've got it all wrong. I'm not like you.
Zack's response part 2: I got so overwrought in my first response that I
forgot to tell you why I was writing in the first place. Brad has some major
appointments scheduled in the next two weeks. Those of you who want to
meet with him should mark these dates on your calendars and plan
accordingly. Tomorrow, Brad's penis will be amputated, the-basher's
damage to Brad's penis was severe. I've been advised that this operation is
necessary to prevent infection and to allow Brad to urinate properly. Also
know that the following body parts have been reserved and are likely to

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be heavily damaged. This Sunday, his face. Next Tuesday his arms will be
amputated at the shoulders. Next Thursday his ass. A week from this
coming Wednesday all of this will be over. Those of you who want to have
conventional sex with Brad should make appointments ASAP. As I
mentioned before, if you're a big fan and can prove it, we'll work out a fee
that's fair to us and reasonable for you. If you're young (18-22), versatile or
a bottom, cute, smooth, slender, and interested in hooking up with me as
well, I'll consider making your date with Brad a freebie. Guys, the end is in
sight. It's now or never.

Message from Brad: My name is Brad Gordon. My friend Tony Villani told
me to check out this website and read the reviews for Brad in the Los
Angeles section. It doesn't seem like you're talking about me, but Tony says
you are. He told me that I should tell you these reviews aren't about me but
it seems like you already know that. When I was living in LA last year and
going through some bad shit I did prostitution for a while. I lived at a man
named Brian's house for a while. I think he's the Brian you're talking about.
He was sort of my pimp and I guess I can say we were a couple. I thought
he was a funny man and intelligent. We had fun pranking some of the men
who had dates with me but now it seems really uncool that we did that.
Brian turned out be kind of a major creep. He was always making jokes
about how he thought it would be sexy to kill me. I didn't think he was

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serious until he tried to kill me. I took off for Portland after that. When I got
here, I did prostitution for a while and things got really fucked up and I
ended up in prison for a few months. After my release, I got married. My
wife and I have a little daughter. I'm working for a construction company
right now but I'm hoping to save up some money and open a crafts store
with my wife. I'm not saying things are perfect for me. My wife and I fight
sometimes. I've slipped and done a couple of tricks one time when she
threw me out of our house, but we're doing a lot better now It's hard for me
to think about my old life because I'm trying to be different now. It just
makes me feel guilty about some things I did that weren't so nice. About a
few months ago, this guy I used to run around with when I was doing
prostitution up here told me I got an email from that man Brian at an old
address of mine that I let him use. He read it to me, and I told him that it
didn't sound like Brian, and even if it was him, I didn't want to have
anything to do with him. I told my wife about it and she confessed that she
and some other prostitute guys I used to know had pulled some kind of
scam about me and that man Brian. I didn't really understand what she was
talking about. She said that when I was in prison, she and these guys had
pretended to be me to get money. I thought it was a bunch of bullshit and I
guess I didn't believe her. When Tony told me about all the stuff going on
this website, I called the guy who read me the email and asked whatever
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thought about scamming some money off of Brian by pretending to be me

but he changed his mind and let this friend of his who's also a prostitute do
the scam. His friend's name is Thad. I used to know him a little, but I didn't
like him very much. I think you guys are talking about Thad but I think you
know that already. I never knew Thad very well. He was much more
hardcore into prostitution than I was and we didn't have much in common. I
was only a prostitute for a few months, and I never liked it. I think I just did
it because I was broke and I wanted a father figure in my life. The only
good thing about it was that I met Tony and he's kind of a father figure to
me and a really nice guy even though I did something really bad to him
when I first knew him. Brian was just a man I knew for a while in Los
Angeles. We were never a serious couple or in love or anything like that.
I've hardly thought about him since the last time I saw him except when
people mention him to me. My life is really different now. I can't relate to
all of this stuff you guys are talking about. I never wanted to die. I did S&M
a couple of times when I was a prostitute, but I didn't like it. People say I'm
good looking and I think I'm a nice guy most of the time but I'm not really
at that special. Nobody except for my wife and Tony ever made me feel like
I was special. I don't know why you guys are obsessed with me but you
don't know me at all, and I think you should get a life.

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information about the escort Thad. I think I can say with certainty that he's
the young man who is masquerading as Brad. This information comes
courtesy of a street hustler here in Portland named Trent who is Thad's best
friend. He's in possession of Thads belongings and allowed me to look
through them.Thads full name isThaddeus Stroh. His parents are first
generation German Americans. He's 20 years old and grew up in Alhambra,
California. He moved to Portland to attend a local university but developed
serious depression and dropped out after one semester. He stayed in
Portland and developed a drug habit, then started hustling to pay for drugs.
When Trent met him, he was having blackouts and migraines. Trent talked
him into seeing a local doctor who treats street hustlers in return for sex.
Thad was diagnosed as having advanced leukemia and was told he would
die within in a year. I might add that I know this doctor socially and he
confirmed to me that Thad does have terminal leukemia. Trent says that
Thad's personality changed after that. He became very self-destructive and
didn't give a shit about anything. He started having unsafe sex and would let
men beat him up or urinate and defecate on him for money. One of his
tricks introduced him to the Brad and Brian discussion on this website, and
Trent says Thad became completely obsessed with Brad and talked about
him constantly. He told Trent that he completely related to Brad because he
was also dying and wanted to go out with a bang. He buddied up to some
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and started hanging out with them. Trent says Thad was really disappointed
when he finally met Brad. He thought Brad was a poseur and boring. He
told Trent that he needed to meet Brian because he was better than Brad,
and they would be perfect for each other. He would go into internet cafes
and post messages on the old Brad and Brian message board hoping to
make contact with Brian, but Trent doesn't know what these messages
entailed. Trent saidThad's health started declining really fast and he started
looking terrible and talking crazily He says that around that time, one of
Brad's friends told him he had gotten an email for Brad from Brian. Thad
begged to read the email and write back to Brian, and the guy agreed. Trent
says Thad wrote back and forth with Brian pretending to be Brad, and then
left his belongings with Trent one day and took off for LA supposedly to be
with him. Trent says Thad was acting strangely happy and upbeat the last
time they saw each other. Thad told Trent that he had changed his name to
Brad and told him to look for things about Brad and Brian on this website.
Trent says he read the first few recent Brad reviews and it made him feel so
depressed that he stopped looking at this website. I thought you'd find this
very enlightening.

Message from jimmytaylor: Never trust a whore. Didn't your mothers ever
tell you that?! I'm proud of this one. I just got back from seeing that prick
Zack. What a loser. He tries to come off all evil genius but he's just a gay
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screwing young street trade. He's no better than every other gay idiot I've
ever tricked with, and he's worse than some of them. I'd told him on the
phone if he gave me $3000 I'd shut up about Brad and his little bullshit
scheme. I would have done what I promised if he didn't make screwing me
part of the deal. The minute he sees me he says he wants to screw me too.
When gay guys pull shit like that on me, I don't think I owe them anything.
I think taking his AIDS cum up my ass is worth more than $3000 easily. So
after he fucks the shit out of me, he tells me I'm lying about his whore not
being Brad. I tell him, Oh yeah, prove it. Show me Brad. He refuses
because he knows full fucking well that whoever he's trying to pass as Brad
isn't Brad. I say, Fuck you, I'm going to look for myself, and the fucker
pulls a gun on me and tells me he'll shoot me if I don't leave right now. I
said, Brad's living in Portland with his fucking wife, you asshole, but thanks
for the $3000. Later. I have to say the guy has a nice scam going on. Props
to him about that. I almost feel bad about blowing his shit out of the water,
but not really.

Review #11

Escort's name: Thad? Location: West Hollywood Age: 18

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Month and year of your date: May 2002

Where did you find him: this website

Internet address: unknown

Escort's email address: unknown

Escort's advertised phone number: 323-660-6555

Rates: $2500/hr

Did he live up to his physical description? not if you want Brad

Did he live up to what he promised? he did, Zack Young didn't

Height: about 5' 11"

Weight: thin

Facial hair: none

Body hair: none

Hair color: blond

Eye color: hazel

Dick size: 6 inches

Cut or uncut: cut

Thickness: unknown

Does he smoke? no

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in calls

Kisser: unknown

Has he been reviewed before? yes

Rating: disturbing

Hire again: no

Handle: godsrighthand

Submissions: none

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Experience: I intended to submit a very different and glowing review. After

reading the previous review and responses, I just feel duped and angry and
sick to my stomach. I set up my date and paid a ridiculously high fee in the
belief that I would be with Brad. Obviously, I was mislead. If prostitution
were legal, I would sue Zack Young for everything he's worth. All I can do
now is add my voice to the chorus of attacks on these swindlers and pray to
God for His divine forgiveness.

I paid to damage Brad's face to the point of no return. I paid to destroy the
face that launched countless depraved, Godless fantasies and lonely,
depressing orgasms. I didn't pay to torture and maim the face of some lying,
self-hating piece of Portland trash Zack Young offered me the greatest
moment of my life and then sold me a lifetime of guilt. I can only pray that
the boy does have terminal leukemia. That would be my only comfort and
salvation.

Excuse me if I don't go into great detail about my experience, but the

memory is too painful. The basics are as follows. After paying Zack Young,
he introduced me to the boy I believed was Brad. The boy was lying heavily
sedated on his back in a bed fitted with a rubber sheet. His legs were in
casts and his crotch was bandaged from the two operations already reported
here. His body was very thin and bruised, and his face had the look of
having been in a recent fist-fight. Overall, I thought he was an appealing
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known he wasn't Brad, I'm not sure I would have given him the benefit of a
doubt.

While I undressed, Zack Young sat the boy up, tied his hands behind his
back, and laid him down again. I straddled his chest and looked at him
intently for a moment, recalling everything I believed that I knew about
him. When I was ready, I grabbed a fistful of his long, dirty hair and started
punching him as hard as I could in the face. I'm a big, strong guy and
former boxer who knows how to hit. My third or fourth punch knocked the
boy out. I kept punching until his nose and front teeth broke, his lips and
right eyebrow split open, and cuts opened on his cheeks and forehead. I put
my hand inside his mouth and pushed down with all my strength until his
jaw broke. Then I punched him in the eyes until they were swollen shut,
and threw another round of general punches until Zack Young stopped me
for fear that I would accidentally kill the boy. I finished off by rolling him
over and raping his ass until I shot my load inside him.

This was supposed to be the greatest moment of my life and the worst
moment of Brad's life. I would never have done that to someone I didn't
even know. I'm not interested in assisting the suicide of some cancer victim.
I don't know how I feel about that morally. I was never given the chance to
make a moral decision. Zack Young's deceit has turned me into someone
I'm not. I wanted a heavy experience, not to have my life changed forever.
Consider this review a warning to everyone out there who wants to play a
part in Brad's story.

Dennis Cooper

You: A man with a shattered dream.

Zack's response: For the record, I didn't know or at least wouldn't let myself
believe that my Brad wasn't the real Brad until the incident described by
Jimmy Taylor in his recent message. Brad's history is built on myths and
lies, some of which I admit to perpetrating myself. So when people
claiming to be former clients of Brad started claiming that my Brad wasn't
Brad, I couldn't take these claims seriously. You feel ripped off? How do
you think I feel? I've been living a lie too. When this kid Thad first
scammed me into believing he was Brad, I found it difficult to believe that
such a wasted, moderately cute lowlife kid could have inspired so much
devotion and gossip. But I took Thad at his word because he knew so much
about Brad and I guess I just wanted to believe it. All of this became clear
the afternoon of godsrighthand's date, and I admit I didn't tell him the truth.
I was still in shock at that point. While I don't feel responsible for what has
happened, I do want to apologize for ruining the experiences which some of
you have treasured by revealing the truth to you now. If my hand hadn't
been forced, I would have continued to let you believe Thad was Brad for
everyone's sake. It's too late now. The scandal is too big to reverse with lies,
however clever. All I can do is tell you where we are right now and inform
you of a drastic change in the future of this enterprise. Until a few days ago,
I had twelve confirmed appointments for next week. Eleven

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of these appointments have now been cancelled by the clients. The only
client who has no problem with Brad being an imposter is the guy who had
an appointment to end this whole thing once and for all. I'm sure there's
something deep and meaningful in the fact that the killer is the only one
who doesn't care, but I'll leave you to ponder. I've moved that client's
appointment up to tonight. I doubt you'll hear from me again.

Message from Brian: This is Brian, aka the real Brian, as much as there has
ever been a Brian, since that's not my real name. But then I doubt there has
been more than one or two real names given throughout this whole
ridiculous shebang. You get my point. I'm the same guy you've been talking
and speculating and lying about for so long. Originally, I wasn't going to
reenter the fray. I was going to leave you to finish what I started in your
own strange way and just read the goings on from the sidelines. But when I
saw Brad's message, I thought I might as well say hello too. What Brad told
you about him and me is the truth. We were never in love. We never even
liked each other. I was an evil, heartless creep to him, and he was an evil,
heartless creep to me. It's taken me a long time to realize that. I haven't
changed much, and I doubt he has either. I was obsessed with him for a long
time, and he was into being the object of my obsession for about three
months. I tried to kill him, and he didn't want to be killed. He lost interest in
me at that moment, and I eventually lost interest

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in him. I have a cute, fucked up mess of a young boyfriend now who thinks
he loves me. I don't think I love him, but then I don't think I love anyone. It
might work out, or we might break up someday, or I might kill him. Brad's
marriage might work out, or he might end up back on the streets, or
someone might kill him for whatever reason. Yes, I gave Zack Brad's email
address, but I knew Brad didn't use it anymore. The fact that some kid co-
opted it to do a number on Zack was news to me, but then nothing about
this thing really surprises me. Since then, I haven't been here. I've just been
reading about 'us' like you. For what it's worth, I think this whole thing has
turned grim and unimaginative. Everyone seems to want this to end in some
logical way. I started this whole thing because I wanted to know and feel
something important, and when I eventually realized it wouldn't happen
with Brad, I gave up. Of course I knew Brad, and you didn't. Brad was just
your idea, and I guess you think he's a great idea. He may be a great idea,
but Brad himself is just a kid who got drafted into the job of representing an
idea. Now Brad is just a name. You don't even know who it belongs to
anymore. The point is, this is your story and your ending, not Brad's and
mine. I used to wish our story would end something like this. Maybe I still
wish it had, but it didn't and it won't.

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Review #12

Escort's name: Thad?

Location: West Hollywood

Age: 18

Month and year of your date: May 2002

Where did you find him?

Internet address:

Escort's email address:

Escort's advertised phone number:

Rates:

Did he live up to his physical description? yeah

Did he live up to what he promised? yeah

Height: medium

Weight: scrawny

Facial hair: unknown

Body hair: none

Hair color: blond?

Eye color: hazel?

Dick size: none

Cut or uncut: none

Thickness: none

Does he smoke? no

Top, bottom, versatile: bottom

In calls/out calls/not sure: in

Kisser: no

Has he been reviewed before? yes

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Rating: perfect Hire again: Handle: Submissions: URL for pics:

Experience: I'm writing this review because I don't want to be a spoilsport. I

feel a lot of pressure to say something profound. I feel like everyone
reading this has huge expectations. I'm telling you right now this was about
me and the escort. I don't care who he was or wasn't.

I see cute young boys everywhere. I hate that I can't fuck them. I hire
escorts, but I hate them too. They act like their asses are the cure for cancer
or something. They're never as cute as the boys I want. There's always
something wrong and third rate about them.

A friend told me about this escort. I read his reviews and linked to his
picture. I thought he was cute as far as escorts go. If I saw him in a gay bar,
I would have thought he was a skank. I hated that I wanted him. I hated that
his reviewers gave him so much credit.
I called Zack. We met at a bar so he would know I was legitimate. After I
ranted about how I hate escorts, he was convinced. He gave me a price and
an appointment two weeks from then. A few days later, he called me and
asked if I wanted to do it now.

The escort was all beat to hell and drugged. He still had

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a nice ass. I fucked him raw. He didn't react at all. I brought a handgun with
me. When I was angry enough, I shot him in the back of the head. I shot
him again in the mouth to make sure. Then I jacked off on his ass.

I'd agreed to get rid of the body. Zack helped me wash it off. We put it in
my trunk. I asked if I could use the bathroom. When we got back inside the
house, I shot Zack in the head. I did that because I knew he could identify
me. I didn't hate him.

I put the bloody bedding and towels in my trunk. I drove somewhere and
burned the escort's body. I also burned the bedding, the towels, and my
clothes. I drove home and started writing this before I go to bed. The only
thing profound is that I feel great.

You:

Webmaster's message: I received this review five days ago. I immediately

attempted to contact Zack Young, and was unable to do so. At that point, I
made a decision to phone the police. They discovered Zack Young dead
from a single gunshot wound to the head. The police have asked me to turn
over all postings, emails, and reviews that might prove to have some
relevance to Zack Young's death, and I have done so. They requested that I
post this review in the hopes that it might lead to tips from readers of this
website. However, based on the evidence found thus far, Zack Young's
death

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has been ruled a suicide. No evidence has been found to suggest that there
is a second victim or that anyone other than Zack Young has been living in
his house during the past six months.

Webmaster's follow-up message: Because of the chaos surrounding Zack

Young's death, I neglected to read my incoming emails for the past week.
This morning I checked my emails and found the following email from
Zack Young. It was sent on May 29, 2002.

Dear Webmaster,

I need to clear my conscience. I've been lying to you and to everyone who
reads this website. I maintained the lie for as long as I could but I don't have
it in me to keep going. I don't have the imagination to pull this off. I
realized that today and made a decision to come clean to you because either
way I lose.

The truth is I started this in good faith. I went to great effort to get Brad for
you and finish this thing off right. He wasn't Brad. He sure fooled me for a
while, but I know how easy it is to bullshit someone when you know what
he wants to hear. The first six reviews were real. After that, the Brad
imposter fucked me over and left. I wrote the rest of the reviews except for
the review of'Thad' from the guy in Portland.

Brad or Thad or whoever lied to me and maybe to himself

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that he could die for glory. At least I know that the same thing happened to
Brian, which is some consolation. But after reviewer #4 broke my boy's
legs, he changed his mind. He wanted to leave, but I wouldn't let him. One
day when I got home from buying groceries, he was gone. Someone must
have helped him leave, but I don't know who. I just hope the little prick
does have leukemia and suffers a long, miserable death.

I'll be honest with you. Whoever the boy was, Brad or Thad or someone
else, he wasn't attractive or interesting or good enough in the sack to have
lived up to the hype even if he had let himself be killed. From reading that
email from the supposed real Brad, I doubt he was either. That's why I
ended up thinking it was better if there wasn't a Brad at all. Not that I had a
choice. After reviewer #5 posted that picture, and everyone grew suspicious
that he wasn't Brad, the appointments had dried up anyway.

I'm a pretty great liar, so I started writing fake reviews. I thought I could
make up a better ending than whatever would have happened anyway But
too many questions were raised by too many people. I had to keep
addressing them to make the reviews seem plausible. It just became
impossible to satisfy everyone and create the perfect death at the same time.

By the time I wrote the last review earlier tonight, I'd basically given up on
the whole thing. I realized it was impossible. Jimmy Taylor had busted me,
or at least raised too much suspicion. The postings by Brad and especially

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Brian were the clinchers. I wanted to respond to them by thinking up a great

fuck you ending, but I'd cornered myself and I was out of my league.

Still, I would like to pull off the last review if I can. I realize it probably
won't work. I'm telling you the truth because my conscience is bothering
me. But I ask if you would keep this email between you and me, if you
don't mind. At least that way people reading these reviews will feel like
they got what they wanted even if they aren't happy about how it played
out.

Zack Young

About the Author

Dennis Cooper is the author of The George Miles Cycle, an interconnected

sequence of five novels (Closer, Frisk, Try, Guide, and Period) that have
been translated into sixteen languages. He is also the author of the novels
My Loose Thread and God, Jr. Cooper has also published a book of stories,
Wrong, and several volumes of poetry, including The Dream Police. He
lives in Los Angeles.
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