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 Chapter One

   Even at fourteen, Jude was small and underdeveloped for his age, but
this didn't stop him jerking off whenever he had the chance.  Ever since he
was ten and had discovered gay porn he had been obsessed with his ass.  Not
having a cock to stick up it, he resorted to using his fingers and by
fourteen his usual jerk-off sessions were, more often than not, involving
three of four of his own fingers drilling about the silky lining of his
ass.

   No jerk-off fantasy would be complete without a token mental fantasy to
feast on.  He had first seen the boy when he was seven, but the boy only
spent the occasional day next door.  Eventually the boy would stop over
more and more until now the boy would spend weekdays at the house.  He
never got to see the boy much as the man who owned the house appeared to be
very private, but the boy was simply amazing.  Everything that Jude loved
in a boy, this boy had in shed loads; or perhaps this boy created the idea
of the perfect boy inside Jude.  Either way, he had created an image of
this boy in his head and the boy was never clothed.

   Come Friday evening, Jude knew that the boy was scheduled to leave.  He
had positioned himself by his window facing the neighbour's driveway.  He
was naked from the waist down, dressed only in a light blue t-shirt.  He
was sat on his left hand, two of his middle fingers were pressed into his
hole and his right hand was teasing his smooth six inch cock in
anticipation of the view that he was about to witness.

   He saw the usual car pull up and the front door of the house open.  He
ran his finger over the tip of his moist cock, his mind ready to drink in
all the features of the boy and commit them to memory until Sunday night
when he would be back.

   The man walked out of the house and Jude was dismayed to find the boy
wasn't with him.  His stroked paused on his cock as he felt denied his
pleasure.  The man approached the car and muttered something to the driver
through the window.  The man walked back to the house and the car drove
away.

   Jude's hand was complexly off his cock now and was resting on the window
sill, leaning towards it with curiosity.

   He watched the man open the front door again, but this time, just before
he stepped through, he looked straight up at Jude's window before he
vanished.  Jude could have sworn he saw the man wink at him.

   His wank was spoiled and he pulled his fingers from his ass.  He looked
at them; they were clean of anything nasty which was good.  He had been
reading up on how to stay clean back there and the websites had said to
keep regular with a high fibre diet.  He had also learned to take the
shower head off the shower and use the hose to flush himself out.  The only
problem with that was that his mom became a bit too concerned with how long
he was taking in the showers.

   He put on some trousers, deciding to remain commando underneath and head
downstairs.  What his mom didn't know wouldn't hurt him.

   "Mom?" He asked his mother.  She was in the kitchen making the dinner.
"What do you know about the man next door?"

   "Mr Orias?" She replied without looking up from her mashing of potatoes.


   Jude shook his head, "No I mean the other next door."

   Now she looked at him.  "Oh, Mr Woodranger." She looked perplexed for a
moment and blew air out her mouth.  "He works for government doesn't he?"

   "How do you know that?" He asked as he pulled the fridge open and pulled
out the milk.

   "Oh," She returned to her mashing.  "It's just what we hear.  He's a
very private man."

   "Have you spoken to him?" He took a swig of milk from the bottle and his
mother quickly took his out of his hands, scowling.

   "I have a few times, he's a lovely man and his son is a darling." She
said with more than a hint of sternness to her voice as she poured a slug
of milk into the potatoes.

   "Aren't they a bit weird though?" He asked, ignoring his mother's looks.

   She turned and pointed a finger at him.  "Don't go mickey-taking of that
boy.  He might be a bit different to you but that's no reason to single him
out."

   He put his hands in the air defensively.  "Hey, I'm not.  I'm just
curious as to why in the four years of them being next door they are still
complete strangers."

   She smiled at him now.  "When I lived in England, it was common for
people to never know their neighbours.  We English are known for our
stuffiness, just be glad that Americans aren't."

   Jude was well aware of his English blood.  His mother was English and
his American father had met her in England where he was born.  The US held
more opportunities so they moved when he was five to their present house.
He still had the English accent that had afforded him some celebrity-like
status at his school.

   "Aren't the English supposed to have created the whole talking over the
fence thing, the gossipmill?" He scratched his nose as he spoke and quickly
realised that despite having a clean ass, his fingers still smelled like
ass.

   "Only in the same way that the all-American nuclear family still
applies." She said as she put a knob of cream cheese in the now thoroughly
mashed potatoes.  She knew Jude liked his mash creamy.

   Jude nodded.  It made sense.  He had learned about the typical nuclear
family of a happy family where the father would come home to a happy
dutiful wife and two kids on a nice suburban estate.  The only bearing
their life had on that was the suburban estate.  It was nice enough, but
his father hadn't been home in two years after quitting the USAF and taking
up residence with another man.

   He hadn't quite got the heart to tell her that he was also gay.  She had
often spoke about having grandkids and the thought that he would be
essentially ending their family line was more than he could cope with.  The
thought would be pushed away no sooner than it had arrived.

   "When's tea?" He asked, using the British word for a light evening meal.


   "Couple of hours," She stated and then seemed to pause.  "We're out of
Worcester sauce." She wiped her hands on a towel reached for her purse,
which was never out of arms reach for her.  "Go to speciality shop on the
corner of Bates Hill, they have some of the original stuff, Worcestershire
Sauce, not the cheap copy."

   He knew the stuff.  It was something he loved from England, well that
and brown sauce.  Even in England no one knew what was in brown sauce.  It
was only distinguished from the other variety they serves, which was red
sauce, or as it was known over here in the US as tomato ketchup.

   Taking the money he slipped his naked feet into the outdoor shoes he
kept by the front door.  As he stepped outside, there was a small thrill
knowing that he had no underwear on and he was outside.

   The journey to the store went the opposite way to the neighbour's house,
but instead, on a whim, he decided to make a little detour and see if he
could see anything of the boy.

   As if the gods were smiling down on him he noticed a familiar form sat
on the steps of the house.  There he was, just perched on the steps, his
elbows on his knees and his head in his hands.  He knew this was the do or
die time.  He braved the chance and stepped up the garden path to the
steps.

   "Hi," He said, mustering up as much cheer as he could.  "I live next
door."

   The boy looked up at him and Jude felt his head stop.  The eleven year
old boy before him wasn't just gorgeous, he was simply out of this world.
The beautiful boy looked up, his silvery eyes seeming to be endless pools
into his soul.  If he was surprised to see him, he didn't show.

   "I'm locked out." He said flatly.

   "Your dad gone out?" He dared, not really sure who the man was to the
boy.

   The boy smiled now, "He's not my dad, he's..." He paused, hesitating
before speaking again.  "He's gone to the store."

   "I'm Jude," He offered an outstretched hand to the boy.

   The boy seemed to analyse Jude for a moment and then smiled and shook
the offered hand.  "Beau."

   Jude was amazed at how soft the boy's hand was.  It was like touching
the petals of a flower, he was afraid of squeezing too hard in case the
fragile thing broke.  He realised the boy was wearing shorts and loose ones
at that.  A devious thought struck him and as they released hands he
stepped back, putting himself in an ideal position to take a peek up the
boy's shorts.

   He nearly came in his trousers when he saw that the boy had no underwear
on.  The boys cock could clearly be seen and it was as hard as a rock,
pressed down one leg of his shorts.  He quickly made eye contact with the
boy's face again but realised he had been caught.  The boy frowned, but it
wasn't a disapproving frown.

   "Why were you looking at my dick?" He asked, angling his head slightly.

   Jude blushed.  "No, I uh...  I didn't mean to."

   Beau smirked, "I know that trick.  You were checking me out."

   "No, no." Jude continued to blush and deny his blatant actions.

   Beau continued to smile.  He reached down and unclasped his shorts and
peeled back the flaps of material.  He pulled his cock out.  "There you go.
Now you can see the thing properly."

   Jude took a step back as he his dreams over the past four years came, at
first, crashing down and then were rebuilt using new footage, this time
right from pure memory, not imagination.  "Shit, do you show that to all
the people that walk on by?" He gasped.

   "No," He shook his head, the smile still not shifting.  "Only those that
want to look at me." He then looked at Jude probingly.  "Jeff thought you
were jerking off to him at the window, but then realised that it was me."

   Jude swallowed hard.  He had no just been caught looking at an eleven
year olds cock.  He knew all about his window wanking.

   Beau had seen the embarrassing look on Jude and decided to end the
awkwardness.  "But hey," He stood, did his shorts back up and patted the
older boy on the shoulder.  "I'm flattered.  Perhaps one day I'll get to
suck you off."

   A wet patch appeared on the front of Jude's shorts.  "Oh," Beau said
with raised eyebrows.  "You came."

   Jude's hands came to the front of his trousers.  The boy had been too
much for him.  His face, his soft light-brown hair and his cavalier
attitude towards sex was sending his mind into endless scenarios.  "I'm..."
He knew he had to say something, but nothing came to mind.

   The younger boy knew what to say though.  "You're going to keep this a
secret." He said simply in a non-threatening way.  Jude nodded.

   "So you are really locked out?" Jude asked stepping up to the front door
and tried the handle, glad of the chance to change to subject.

   Beau rolled his eyes.  "I did try that."

   "Then you should come to my house, you can have dinner there.  You like
Cottage Pie?" Jude offered quickly and probably too eagerly.

   "What is Cottage Pie?" Beau quizzed.

   Now Jude smiled, he forgot that the meal was an English dish.

   "My mom makes it.  It's like Lamb pie, but instead of pie crust it has
mashed potato." He moved his hands into a square shape, indicating the dish
as he spoke.

   Beau nodded, "Sounds nice, but Jeff wouldn't want me too."

   "Then stay over until he comes back."

   Beau nodded, it was a reasonable compromise.  Certainly better than
sitting on the porch for a few hours.  "Okay."

   "Cool," Jude smiled and then remembered his errand.  "Oh, I have to go
to the shop first, the speciality shop on the corner of Bates Hill."

   Beau hadn't heard of it, but then he didn't know most of the places
nearby at all.  "Okay, let's go." He said, excited by the opportunity to
take a small trip, albeit on foot, outside the confines of the house.





   Jude was only vaguely aware that something was off with his body.  He
felt like he was waking up after being ill, when his body knew it was time
to wake up, but every bone in his body ached with the effort.  He wanted to
go back to sleep, but he knew he wouldn't, his mind was already too far
awake.

   He was lying down, his head off to one side and his stomach growled.  He
opened his eyes reluctantly and saw nothing but a blur at first.  Gradually
the shaped sharpened up and he could make out the shape of a large bare
wall the colour of the sky.  A face obscured his view.  It was Beau and his
face was a mixture of relief and concern.  He tried to speak, but Beau got
there first.

   "Don't try to talk just yet," He said, "Just let the drugs wake you up
naturally."

   He didn't try to fight the feeling, he just lay there and looked at
Beau. Then he noticed the boy had a black eye and he wondered where he got
it.  Had they been attacked?  He wanted to comfort the boy, but realised
that he might have been injured too.

   The boy's face vanished, giving him the view of the wall again.  He went
to move his head but a strange sensation caused his head to fall back to
the pillow.  It was in his ass, or at least he recognised it as his ass,
but it was odd, it was hard to describe, it felt open like it would after
he had played with his fingers in there a while, only exaggerated ten
times. The pleasure moved up his crack, but then he realised that the
sensation was still inside him.

   Beau was licking his asshole.  He gasped as he made the connection and
was suddenly transported into a new level of arousal.  He didn't care how
odd the sensation was, the feeling of the tongue lapping at his ass was
amazing.  He ground his hard cock into the bed he was on and he knew that
his cock had never been this hard in his entire life.  He wanted more,
somehow he knew he could too.  He pushed back as much as he could whilst
lying down and the boy seemed to sense it.

   He felt the boy peel back his ass cheeks and press deeper into his ass.
It felt like the boy's entire chin was in his ass, oh god, he thought.  It
felt so good.  Right there he wanted Beau to climb inside his ass and live
there.

   Even as he came he knew it wasn't right.  The orgasm seemed to come from
his ass.  He felt his asshole moisten and start to drip.  His cock barely
dribbled.

   He collapsed onto the bed, breathing heavily.  "What was that?" He
asked, his voice croaking.

   "The reason Jeff kept me away from everyone." The boy walked back to his
view now.

   Jude could see the boy was completely naked, his little hard cock
bounced as he walked.  "They really did a number on you." He said again.

   Jude found the strength to sit up on the edge of the bed.  He looked at
Beau's face and saw the face was now shimmering with slime and he knew, he
own ass juices.  He felt an urge to lick the stuff off his face, which was
confusing.  He knew it should have been gross but the thought was right
there.  He looked down to change his focus and saw his cock.  He gasped.

   His cock had been six inches long and about an inch wide.  Long and
slim, it was his pride and joy.  Now, although the length hadn't been
changed, it was now three inches across.  That wasn't all.  The tip of his
cock had also been resized proportionally, but the slit where he would pee
from was now an inch long.

   After this realisation that his body had somehow been changed, he
reached around to his ass, knowing already that something was different
there.  He felt between the cheeks and gasped.  Where he had expected to
find a puckered hole, he found a three inch long puffy, puckered slit that
gave easily to his fingers.  The folds of skin were slippery from both
Beau's tongue and his own come.

   His fingers explored the new ridge of his hole and he could feel the
sensations that he enjoyed before were all still there, only before they
only occupied his hole, they now occupied his entire pelvic area.

   "What did they do to me?" The words formed on his lips without him
thinking about it.

   Beau crouched before him and stroked his hair.  It was a comforting
gesture, one that made Jude fall for the boy even more.

   "It's a shock," Beau nodded as a thumb traced Jude's brow.  "I was
hoping they would only be after me." A tear trickled from Beau's eye.  "But
they got you too."

   Beau kissed him on the lips.  Jude felt the boys probing tongue and
invited him in.  He had never kissed anyone like this before and was glad
that his first real kiss was with Beau.  Even as they kissed he realised he
could taste his own ass on the boy, but it didn't matter.  If Beau thought
it was alright to have in his mouth, then he did too.

   Eventually the kiss broke and Beau returned to his crouching position,
leaving Jude still reeling from the kiss, his mouth still open and his eyes
closed.

   Beau looked down at Jude's oversized cock and realised the boy was
probably going to have it worse than he had when he first came here.  He
knew what had been done to the older boy.  It had been much more advanced
than the work done on his own body.  It would only mean that Lord would
make sure he got his money's worth sooner rather than later.

   "Is this where you spend the time when you are not at Jeff's?" Jude
broke the silence.

   Beau met him in the eyes and felt sorry for the older boy.  "No," He
shook his head.  "This was where Jeff rescued me from four years ago." He
looked about as if trying to remember the place.  "It's not a nice place.
We're prisoners."

   Jude looked around the room.  As bare as it looked, it didn't feel much
like a prison cell, even the door was wooden and looked like he could break
it down alone.

   "Slaves," Beau added.  "They make us do things for them that most people
don't even dream of."

   "Like change our bodies?" Jude offered and Beau nodded.  "But you don't
seem to be that bad."

   Beau shrugged.  "My hole is like yours and my dick rarely goes down. 
They made me love sex from age five."

   Jude looked own at his own cock and saw the monster that the organ had
become.  "Is it reversible?"

   Again Beau shook his head.  "I don't know about your cock, but your hole
is pretty much like that for life.  They used some sort of organic rubber
compound in the lips to replace the muscle.  They would have also
straightened out the insides and changed how you work."

   Jude frowned.  "Is that even possible?"

   Beau nodded.  "They slowly condition your body using enzyme drips and
then they remove solid food from your diet.  They make your body reliant on
certain chemicals.  Most of these come from the food pill they give us."

   "And the others?" He suspected something sexual from people that forced
boys as young as five to commit to sex.

   Beau sighed.  "Semen." He said duly.  "There is a chemical in semen that
our bodies need.  They also dissolve the food pill in it too.  That's how
they keep us willing.  They'll make us do things with other people, with
each other.  Things that you may think are gross or unethical, but remember
this," He tipped Jude's face up to meet his own.  "We will get through it.
Jeff will come for us and we will get out."

   The door to the room opened and a large hairy, muscled man stood there
wearing only a pair of faded jeans.  "Free time's over boy." He barked into
the room.

   Jude felt Beau sigh in defeat.  He looked at him one more time as the
boy walked towards the door.  He wondered for a moment what was going to
happen to the boy.  Then he realised that it was quite obvious.  He could
see Beau's behind now.  What should have been an ass crack on the eleven
year old boy was a long swollen slit, so frequently used that it sagged
partly open showing the pink interior of his ass.

   As the boy vanished through doorway the large man looked at Jude.  For a
moment he thought he had wanted him to follow, but instead the man just
glared at him and said.  "Your turn will come later, boy." And then he shut
the door leaving him alone.



   Jeff Woodranger looked at the news being broadcast on the screen.  It
wasn't local news, there is no local news in the Canadian forests.  Instead
he had tuned into the local news of the town he used to live, almost six
months ago.  His life hadn't been the same since.

   He had never failed an assignment and while he longed for the boy's
gentle company, he chastised himself for his complacency, leaving the boy
alone and locked outside the house of all things.  He couldn't blame the
boy for going.  Boys have an inbuilt desire for exploration.  Even the boy
next door couldn't have been blamed for lusting over Beau.  The boy was a
cock magnet and he suspected could turn even the straightest of jocks
boy-mad.  No, the blame lay squarely on his shoulders.  Despite that the
rest of the facility didn't blame him one bit.

   The news broadcast wittered on about how the Wells family would never
stop seeking justice for the death of their son.  Jeff knew the families
situation, it was why he decided to stay there.  The father had had an
affair with another man, the boy was clearly gay, not yet out to his
mother, but like all attentive mothers, she knew and didn't care one bit.
The father on camera now was only playing his bit.  There was no doubt he
loved his son, but the way he held his ex-wife's hand during the filming
was just sick.  It wasn't love, it was media attention.

   Jeff knew the explosion was only a cover up.  It was how Lord did
things. He would remove the subjects discretely and place their clothing
and scattered belongings around the scene before blowing it up with high
explosives.  The authorities would not have much biological matter to test
and going by the burned bits of the boys clothing, they would be presumed
dead.

   Jeff knew what Lord did to his children.  He changed them, he turned
them into sex machines for his sordid clients.  It was how the Woodranger
Institute obtained most of their Lord's boys.  They had no idea where
Lord's facility was, but they had a lot of spies in the pedo network that
would alert them to possible targets.

   The alerts had died down these days.  Lord had realised that his boys
had been removed from service and instead his clients came to him.  The
only way to get Beau back would be to catch one of his clients on his way
to the facility and they would be able to rescue Beau, the Wells kid and
all the other poor souls hey could pull out of there.

   The door opened and a dark haired young man walked in.  He was in his
late teens or very early twenties and formed one of the three named
Woodranger men at the helm of the facility.  The name Woodranger only
belonged to one man, Joel Woodranger, a man in his seventies.  He was
semiretired and after this recent calamity he wanted Jeff to be the next
institute director.  He had adopted Jeff a long time ago when he had become
the older man's lover.  In turn, after liberating Joey from Lord's former
isolated island Joey had become Jeff's lover.  They were now Brothers after
Jeff had adopted Joey as his son.

   Behind Joey a small boy entered the room.  Jeff recognised Casper, the
sleight eight year old ad selfproclaimed lover of Joey.  He liked the kid.
He had been one of the few boys to break through Joey's reluctance to take
a boy after what Lord had put him through.  Now that he had, Joey loved the
boy like Jeff had loved Joey and Joel had loved Jeff.  Jeff smiled as they
entered the room and Casper hopped onto Jeff's lap.

   "Hey," Joey said as he kissed the top of the man's head.  Despite being
father and son, they still had some sexual respect for each other.  He
smiled as Casper sat on his father's lap.  "When was the last time you had
a fuck?" He said as he pulled out a nearby chair and sat down.

   Words like fuck were acceptable language around boys at the facility. 
It was used synonymously with sex or love-making.  It was course and
primeval, which is what sex was.

   "Ah, I don't know." Jeff shrugged but he knew and Joey knew too.  Six
months.

   Joey signed and rested one leg on the thigh of his other.  "Why don't
you let Casper take care of you tonight?"

   On cue, Casper took Jeff's right hand and slid it down the front of his
pants.  "You can even fuck me." Casper chirped.  He knew that both of
Jeff's lovers had holes that had been worked on by Lord.  Joey, how own
lover and Jeff's ex-lover had a large hole.  He liked to play with it while
is adult lover relaxed and moaned as he slid things in and out of it.

   Now Jeff's fingers explored the boy's smooth pubis and he had to admit,
it was tempting.  Even when Beau was there, he rarely had a chance to fuck
a tight hole.  But, he pulled his hand out.  To fuck this boy felt like it
would be betraying Beau's memory.

   "Jeff," Joey said and placed a hand on his father's shoulder.  He never
could get used to calling him 'father'.  "You said yourself that Beau would
probably jump at a chance to fuck the Wells boy.  Jude?" He struggled to
remember the name.  "If he can find a shred of happiness out of that
forsaken place then you can too."

   "I'll let you fist me." Casper pouted.

   Jeff laughed now, and hugged the boy.  "No, little Casper." He gave him
a squeeze.  "You do not want that." A thought struck him and he looked at
Joey in curiosity.

   Joey shook his head.  "No Jeff, I have not fisted him, nor will I.  He's
nice and tight and thoroughly cleaned out."

   Jeff nodded.  The younger man was fully aware of Jeff's desire for some
anilingus.  He had tongued many a loose asshole in the past and it would be
nice to tongue some young tight ass.  He thought about Beau and it's true,
the boy had probably already made some movement on the Wells boy before
they went to that store on Bates Hill.  Beau wouldn't mind, he knew, if he
did have some time with this boy.  It might even improve his mood, make him
think straighter about how to retrieve Beau from Lord and end his ability
to damage boys once and for all.

   He committed himself to some fun with his boy that would probably end up
being his grandson.  He immediately wished that thought hadn't popped into
his mind, but reasoned that he would willingly fuck his son had he been ten
or even five years younger.  He necked the small boy, licking along the
boy's collar bone as his fingers slid into the boy's pants to play with his
small erect cock.

   Joey was more than happy to see his Jeff playing with his own boy.  The
man loved Beau and had taken it hard when he was abducted.  The past six
months were difficult, especially knowing what Lord did to his boys, and
knowing that Beau had escaped.  Lord didn't like failure.  The boy might
already be dead or worse.  They all kept up appearances though, for Jeff's
sake.  While Jeff thought there was a chance his mood was manageable. 
Letting him fuck Casper would suit him for a short while.  He got up to
leave them to it.

   "Kiss me good bye." Casper puckered up at Joey who smiled down at him
and gave him a lingering kiss on the lips.

   "Have fun," Joey smiled at them and left the room, decided that a walk
in the woods might do the trick.



   Maria Woodranger had been rescued from Lord at the same time as Joey,
but she was six years younger than him and at fifteen she was too young to
join the institute administration team.  She was being trained to join the
team when she became pregnant with twins.  Joey found her along the forest
path as he took a stroll.

   "Hi," He smiled and waved.  "I thought you'd be in New York by now."

   She smiled back and shook her head.  "No, I have decided to raise the
boys here."

   "What?" Joey shook his head in disbelief.  "In the institute?  Really?"

   She sighed, she had already been through all this.  "Look Joey," She
turned to face him, a hint of anger in her voice.  "I'd love to set up
house in a little suburb in a nice little town, but..." She shook her head.
Joey understood.

   "Lord." He simply said and she nodded.

   "I don't want to live in fear that he will take my children away and..."
A tear dribbled down her cheek.

   Joey of all people knew what Lord was capable of.  Ever since Beau was
taken from under Jeff's nose, the rehabilitation program had been halted
while they review the risks.  The safest place in the entire world was the
institute; but to raise normal children here was just obscene.  He decided
to say what was on both of their minds.

   "You know that anyone will be fair game here." He said.  He knew the
facilities approach to sex was pretty open.  While they could reasonably
assure that the twins would be safe, they wouldn't be one hundred percent
sure that no one would try it on with them.  An intact kid was a rarity in
the institute.  Heck, even Casper had been raped once.  Jeff had taken care
of it though and no one saw the guy again.  Fortunately, Casper the little
horn-dog just wanted more and more sex afterwards.  His innocent logic was
that the more sex he had with people he liked, the more of the bad sex
would be pushed out.

   Maria nodded, "Rather the devil you know." She said, "At least here I
know they might become loved boys rather than broken boys."

   Joey had to agree with that.  It was the entire existence of the
Institute, to create a home where broken boys can be loved.  It was a
secret though, the government sent in considerable funds to keep the place
a secret.  As long as they sent in their atmospheric readings from surface
to space station they could maintain their pretence as a geo-meteorological
facility.  The only way in or out was by helicopter, and even that was in a
no-fly zone.

   A moment passed before Joey decided to speak again.  "How are you
holding up?"

   Maria smiled at the joke.  They had been scared about the damage to her
vulva when she announced she was pregnant.  She had been afraid that any
baby might just fall out and won't be able to 'hold it up'.  "I'm fine."
She said, "It's holding up just nicely." She automatically started to feel
around under her short skirt.

   They had long since got over feeling embarrassed over each other's
bodies.  The girl had been seven when they had been forced to do
unimaginable things.  He had seen the young girl fisted in both holes until
her ass and her pussy resembled ground beef.  That wasn't to say he had it
any better, he had been subjected to Lord's horses and he could still
remember them punching into his ass, fear coursing through him that the
bestial cocks were an inch away from punching though into his guts.

   They had both survived it.  They had come through the punishing torment
knowing that sex was now something they chose to do rather than something
that was forced upon them.  There had been people that loved them for what
they are, broken bits and all.  Joey knew he would never leave the
institute, he didn't want to.  He had everything he wanted here, he had
love, sex and family.  For Maria, she longed for normality and had been
living in the New York City branch of the institute.

   "It's nice being loose though," She extracted her hand.  "It means that
giving birth will be a whole lot easier."

   He chuckled and pulled her in for a sideways hug.  She was his sister as
much as he was her brother.  Even though she had turned down the adoption;
it had been offered to them both, she still loved Joey, Jeff and the other
seniors, even though she knew they fucked boys and girls alike.  At least
they did it all with love, not lust or hatred.  She could tolerate that,
especially when some of the children there seemed to crave the attention.

   "I'm thinking of getting a little cottage made out here in the forest."
He pointed to a clearing.  "Maybe a little path going up to it and a couple
of outbuildings."

   "You mean start a village?" Joey thought about it and realised that it
might not be such a bad idea.  They were gradually growing and the
institute would eventually outgrow its use.  They could even revert the
building back to its original use of meteorological research.  They would
still need the hospital section and the rehab centre.  Or they could build
a new one.  They would have to be careful though, the satellites would pick
up a growing village and begin to question what they were doing.  A couple
of houses would be fine.  Maybe a meteorological education camp for kids.

   His mind whirled and he didn't realise that Maria was looking at him in
wonder.  "What goes through your mind, Joey?" She patted him on the arm. 
"How are you holding up?" She nodded her head to his behind.

   He smirked as his attention returned to the present.  "I like it how it
is." He admitted.  "I can't deny I like the feeling."

   "What about Casper."

   He knew she disapproved of their relationship, but tolerated it like she
did all the other adult-child relationships.  It was after all the people
that rescued her from a life worse than death.  She owed them her blind
eye. She knew though, in her heart, that any boy Joey loved, would end up a
happy boy.  If her own son came up to her one day and introduced his adult
lover would she be mad?  Probably not, as long as the man truly loved him.

   "Casper thinks it's a novelty, but he's smarter than his sweet
appearance.  He knows it was made by pain and suffering." He said softly.

   "He's a sweet child, I really hope you won't get bored of him like Jeff
did of you."

   He turned to her again now, his brow in a frown.  "Jeff did not get
bored of me." He shook his head.  "You don't understand, He adopted me and
he wanted to adopt you."

   "Oh Joey," She sighed, "He loves you, I know he does, but he loves boys.
He is attracted to boys, look at Beau, he is a beautiful child and the poor
thing, when he stops feeling attracted to him, he will adopt him too."

   Joey knew this deep down.  Beau was certainly a pretty boy and aptly
named.  If Beau was still alive he knew Jeff would find him.  "If he's
still alive." Joey said before he could stop himself.

   Maria said nothing.  She knew Lord wouldn't be beyond that, especially
after recapturing him.



   Chapter Two

   Casper was sprinting down the corridor, his face flushed through
exertion.  He pushed through the fire exit doors and straight out into the
snowy forest.

   The new path was clearly marked now and he knew it was a short distance
to the cottage.  Joey's plans for a science camp had been approved and the
huts were already under construction.  The idea would be for less damaged
boys to come here for some R&R while learning about the forest and, of
course, meteorological science.  But that wasn't what Casper was running
for, he needed to speak to Jeff and Jeff was in Maria's cottage.  It wasn't
hard to find, as the fire was casting a column of smoke high into the sky.

   He barged into the door without knocking.  Jeff was there, mid
conversation with Maria.  Instantly the two infants starting crying.  Jeff
rolled his eyes and began to berate the boy, but he was stopped short by
Casper's own comment.

   "They found Beau!"

   All thought of their previous conversation left his thoughts.  Jeff
accelerated from a sitting position to a full blown sprint faster than
Casper had ever seen him.  He ran after the man, but could barely keep up
with him, despite him being nearly fifty years of age, the man kept in
amazing physical condition.

   Jeff didn't need to know where Beau was.  The throbbing noise in the air
was enough to indicate that he was in the air.  It had long been a policy
to announce passengers when on the final approach to Woodranger.  It saved
any interceptions; so the announcement that Beau had been found meant that
he was on the helicopter.

   Sure enough as Jeff approached the landing pad, Joey was there pressing
a palm against his chest.  "Jeff let them do their work" He said, trying to
hold the older man back.

   The chopper bounced lightly as it touched down and the side doors
quickly opened and the medics jumped into life, wheeling a stretcher over
to the machine.  A boy was helped out of the chopper and onto a bed.  He
resisted a while, but the men managed to get him to lie down.

   Joey could hold the man back no longer and Jeff sprinted forward. 
"Beau," He shouted.  The boy looked over and saw Jeff.

   Beau couldn't hold back the tears any longer and he cried.  He cried
harder than he had cried in months.  He abandoned the stretcher, pushing
the medics out of the way.  Screw his pain, he wanted Jeff.

   He ran into the man's arms and his head was instantly smothered with
kissed as both boy and man cried.  For a moment they just held each other
but then Jeff realised he had to regain his composure.  He was facility
director now, he had a position to uphold.

   He got down on one knee and inspected the boy.  He was thinner, yes; he
looked tired and bruised, which was to be expected.  But it was his boy,
his Beau.

   "Jeff," He croaked.  His eyes were sad.  Jeff looked at the boy and saw
the sadness in his eyes.  "They have Jude.  We have to get Jude."

   It took him a moment to realise what he was saying.  Then he remembered,
the Wells boy.  That was his name, Jude Wells.  "The Wells boy?" Beau
nodded in response.  "Is he alive?"

   Beau nodded again.  "We tried to escape a couple of months ago, they
caught us but he took all the blame, and they took him away." He cried as
his mind remembered the horrors.

   Jeff hugged him again.  He would do anything for the boy.  "We'll get
him, when we know where they are we'll get him."

   Beau pulled back from the embrace.  "I know where he is."



   They poured over the map.  It was of Western Africa and the Canaries. 
They muttered over the various possibilities of where the place Beau
mentioned.

   "They spoke French and Arabic, and of a place called Agadir where they
would hold slave auctions.  There was a days' journey on the water." Beau
had told them.  The only place called Agadir was in Morocco, on the Western
coast, which aided his explanation of a days' journey over water.  This
meant that they either travelled along the coast for a day by ship, or they
came from somewhere near the Canary Islands.  The area to the south was
quite barren and not likely for a secret facility.  The only place with
enough water would be well populated already.  Northern Morocco was a
possibility, but it would have been easier to travel by land.  That only
left the Canaries.

   "Tourist hotspot." Joey scratched his chin.  "Good cover if they could
pull it off.  They could get medical supplies in and out as much as they
wanted."

   "What's this?" Jeff pointed to an island.

   "Fuerteventura." Joey said with disbelief.  "Special forces stopped
teaching geography?" He mocked.

   "Not that," He sighed.  "That." He pointed to a small island off the
coast of Fuerteventura.  "There's no roads on it."

   Joey looked closer at the map.  "Isla de Lobos."

   "A wildlife sanctuary." Miguel said.  They all looked at the boy.  He
had been Joel's boy and had taken his death the previous month harshly. 
"You can see the entire island from Corralejo," he spoke with heavy Spanish
accent.  "If you want to hide a facility then you need something further
away like Roque del Este or Isla de Alegranza."

   "This one," Jeff pointed to Isla de Alegranza.  The Island had a crater
that dominated one side of the island.  "Miguel, can you do a search on
vessels going to and from this island?"

   The boy nodded and moved over to the computer to access their satellite
communications.

   While they waited Joey decided to ask Jeff about Beau.  "How's he
doing?"

   Jeff looked up briefly at Joey and then down at the map.  "Those
bastards will pay." He said through teeth.  "After, I'll hunt down every
one of those doctors and geneticists and rip their balls out through their
throats." He screwed his hands up.

   "Jeff," He placed his hand over the man's clenched fist.  "We will get
them.  They can't just pack up and leave like that.  Not that quickly." He
pointed to the map.  "If they are there, it's only been twenty four hours.
They have probably only just realised he was missing."

   Beau had been liberated from an orgy that had been arranged in Brazil.
Lord had become complacent and underestimated the Woodraven's ability to
tap into secure lines.  The South American branch had been scrambled and
Beau had been picked up while the USAF bombed the area, cutting off any
communications out of the area.

   "So how is he," Joey asked again.

   Jeff relaxed a bit.  "He's recovering, but he's not taking any food."

   Joey was puzzled.  "Why not, he looked okay when he came of the helo."

   Jeff shook his head again and thumped his free hand on the table.  "They
did something to him.  Something we can't figure out how.  Not until the
blood work comes back." He stopped but realised that Joey needed more. 
"They ruined his insides, so he had to be fed vitamins through a tablet or
liquid, but the worst thing they did was made him dependant on some form of
modified semen."

   Joey's eyebrows lifted.  "Seriously?"

   Jeff scowled.

   "That's insane." Joey took the scowl as evidence of his seriousness. 
"So Beau has been drinking nothing but semen for the past nine months?"

   "No," Jeff shook his head, still maintaining his glare at the map. 
"They did it as punishment to him after he tried to escape.  They had
already done it to the Wells boy from day one."

   Joey thought about this for a moment then spoke his thoughts.  "So if
the Wells boy was already dependent on this semen and he tried to
escape..." He trailed off, leaving Jeff to fill in the blanks.

   Jeff nodded slowly.  "The Wells boy must have known that it would
probably kill him in a couple of days if he didn't get a dose.  He did it
for Beau."

   "Shit, Jeff," He squeezed the man's hand now.

   Now Jeff turned his unshaven face towards Joey.  "We have to get this
boy out of there."

   Joey nodded.  He knew that Jeff had a deep respect for the Wells boy now
he knew he had risked his own life for Beau.

   "Got it," Miguel said triumphantly.  "I think."

   Jeff and Joey leaned over the fifteen year old boy's shoulders and
looked at the screen.

   "Lorenzo Ordell?" Joey shook his head.  "Why does that sound familiar?"

   "L Ordell." Miguel said with sudden realisation.  "Lordell, Lord! 
Fifteen consignments of bonded medical transports a month.  It has to be
it."

   "Got him." Jeff growled.

   Joey looked in wonder at his father and ex-lover.  The man's face had
transformed from the lovable, but tormented man he had known over the past
couple of months to the dedicated military man he was nearly eight years
ago.  Sure enough he was older and greyer, but not unfit.  If anything the
man was in his dangerous frame of mind, the whole reason Joel had taken him
in.

   "Get the chopper ready and let the New York branch know we're moving
quick and fast." Jeff barked orders at Miguel.

   "Shall I let the Spanish branch know?" Miguel offered.

   Jeff paused.  He did want to take the place himself but he would be a
fool to rush in like that.  He nodded.  "Yes, but low profile, make sure no
one leaves the island." The boy nodded and got straight to work.



   It wasn't easy to travel from the Institute that fast.  The helicopter
only had a range of about four hundred miles on a good day and compared to
commercial jets, they are pretty slow.  The made the Atlantic hop on a
private jet before transferring back to helicopter for the last leg from
Gran Canaria to Isla de Alegranza.

   As the choppers arrived over the supposedly uninhabited island people
started to scatter.  It appeared that their arrival had gone unnoticed. 
Jeff was peering out of the side door, smiling in anticipation of the
vengeance he would be able to exact on Lord.

   Both he and Joey were all geared up ready for the raid.  The troops they
took with them were trained by Jeff himself.  He wanted troops that were
highly skilled but also sympathetic to their cause.  He didn't want any old
troops, not everyone understood what they did.  Sure rescuing kids from
torture is a good thing, but knowing that most of those kids were beyond
rehabilitation was too much for some people to comprehend.  His soldiers
were often picked from the ranks of existing regiments, knowing they had
particular sympathies with those that loved children.  He needed that edge
and they made loyal soldiers as well as good friends.

   Joey pointed to a square of asphalt near the front of the building.  The
pilot had already got it in his sights and nodded, starting the descent.

   It would be easy.  Jeff thought to himself as he hopped into the firm
ground.  No one was armed and everyone seemed to be running for cover.  He
nodded to himself knowing they had nowhere to run to.  Every single person
on this island would be detained or killed in the process.  Serves them
right for picking islands.

   Jeff beckoned Joey to go with him and they ran right into the building,
followed by six of the squad.  Already the shouted orders of the other helo
commanders could be heard directing their troops.

   The size of the building was misleading.  From the air it didn't seem to
be that big, but now they saw that the facility went under the side of the
crater, where rooms had been carved out of the volcanic rock.

   They had both studied the crude drawing Beau made of the facility and
knew roughly where Jude would be kept.  Other boys would be rescued too,
but Jeff had his mind set on Jude first.  The other children were
secondary.

   He found the door and one of the soldiers placed plastic explosive on
the handle.  The explosive was triggered and they stood back while the
carefully placed explosive destroyed the lock.

   They entered the room with their weapons raised, but the room was empty
apart from one person in the middle.

   Jeff recognised Jude instantly, the soft blond hair was enough to tell
him that.  The boy looked near death, or at least heavily drugged.  He was
trussed up in the air, dangling face up about waist height, his arms tied
to his legs which were in turn tied to a rope coming from the ceiling.  His
face was covered in semen, his jaw clamped open and his tongue lolling out
to one side.  His nose had hooks in to keep them open as his head angled
backwards causing the dribbling cum to pool in his nostrils.

   Jude's body was black and blue from bruises and they could see he had
been tattooed with crude words such as "cum-whore", "Fuck-hole" and "Ruin
my ass-pussy." The boy's ass was stuffed with an enormous bung that looked
four inches across.  The ring of his ass was red and flared outwards,
completely erasing any signs that the boy had once had ass cheeks.  His
cock was thick and engorged so the end was an angry purple.  The boy's
pee-hole had a small dildo stuffed in it.  Jeff noticed that the boy had a
urethral reroute so he could pee out a hole in between his legs rather than
through his cock.

   As one of the medics rushed up to take his pulse, the boy moved
instinctively trying to get the medic's cock into his mouth.  It failed and
he just ended up rubbing cum onto the man's crotch.

   "Pulse is fine, he's..." He stepped back and look at the slime on his
crotch.  "That's gross." He commented before quickly taking control.  "Get
a stretcher over here, leave the plugs in we don't know what damage has
been done.  Get an I.V.  in his arm." He placed a hand on the boy's
stomach, seeing the strange bulge and gasped as he realised that it wasn't
food, but the bung that was in his ass.  It was pushing almost two feet
inside the boy.



   As they led the stretcher to the helicopters they could hear the sound
of gunfire.  Jeff and Joey ran ahead and found that it had just been
warning shots and the entire raid had gone smoothly with little loss of
life.  He could see other children being led on foot or on stretcher into
the larger of the helicopters.

   "My god," Joey said in disbelief.  "There must be at least fifteen kids
here."

   Jeff was about to reply when one of the squadron commanders jogged over.
His face was all business.

   "Commander?" Jeff questioned, giving the man permission to talk.

   "We have found four men in a sort of harvesting facility." He said and
Jeff frowned.  The commander continued.  "It seems they had been altered to
generate a about a gallon of semen per day."

   Both Jeff and Joey realised that Beau's dependency on semen was because
of these men.  "Harvesting?" He said realising that perhaps these men were
just as much victims as the boys.

   The commander nodded.  "They appear to be retarded in some way."

   Jeff winced, he didn't like that word.  It would do the trick though,
all Lord had to do was damage their minds enough so their entire world
consisted of being milked.

   "What about Lord?" Joey asked.

   The commander shook his head.  "We've looked everywhere, he's not here."

   For a moment Joey's eyes glared with fury but Jeff stepped in and
dismissed the commander.  He patted Joey on the back.  "Don't worry," He
consoled the younger man.  "It'll be a while before he can do something
like this again.  We'll get him, then you can tear his balls out through
his mouth or his nose out through his ass, whatever you want."

   Joey nodded.  Even though they didn't get Lord, their primary mission
was Jude and other children.

   They boarded the chopper seconds before it lifted off and they began
their long journey back to Canada.



   Jude's condition was stable and the doctors marvelled at the level of
skill the surgeons and experts had in altering all the children's
physiologies to the tasks that had been assigned to them.  Not all of them
were altered, a couple were there as casual sex slaves and remained
unmodified, albeit wellfucked sex slaves.  Jude was the most severely
modified child, probably because he had tried to escape and nearly
succeeded in the process.  With Beau finally escaping Lord probably took
his anger out on the boy, essentially ruining all chance of the boy living
a normal life ever again.

   The large bung inside Jude's was removed and found that his organs had
been wrapped around the large object so long that they almost seemed
hesitant to revert to their original places.  His colon was enlarged to
accept the large object and most of his small intestine had been removed
resulting in him being able to accept nourishment anally or orally, his
dependant foodstuff being vitamin laced semen.  His urethra that had
formerly gone through his cock was rerouted to his perineum and his cock
was now just an oversized tool for sexual arousal and penetration.  His
ejaculatory system had been altered so that his balls no longer produced
sperm or the self-nourishing semen.  Instead the ejaculatory duct that
emitted large quantities of precum came out into his rectum to aid in
lubrication.  The more aroused he became, the more lubricated he would
become until his hole would drip.  The boy's oesophagus had been enlarged
to take large objects and sudden floods of liquids.  Striations were found
in the boy's throat to indicate that long rigid objects had been thrust
into him more than a couple of times.

   His modifications resulted in a need for large amounts of fluid which
urine and semen contained.  With Beau, it had been a mystery on how they
could generate such quantities of semen to keep their bodies alive.  Beau
had been fed on donor semen and a vitamin drip while he was in Woodranger,
but even then, it was barely enough to keep the boy awake.  Now though,
they knew that the large men had been generating gallons of semen for
consumption.

   Getting Beau to accept semen from the donors at the institute was not
easy.  The boy knew where the semen was coming from and felt it was like
unwilling sex with the donors.  He drank reluctantly though.  With Jude,
the boy was so traumatised and reliant on his warped instinct that he
willingly drank any semen offered to him as if it was his last meal.  He
struggled to sleep without anything in his ass, pressing against the sides
of the ruined hole.

   Jeff sighed as he looked at the boy, a couple of days after he had been
returned.  He still couldn't walk and wondered if he ever would.  He was a
perfect sex machine now, reaching out for the crotches of any nearby men
with his mouth and he seemed almost pained when he was denied a release. 
It wasn't just the semen he craved, it was the cock itself.  He had been
conditioned to craving the act of sex itself.

   He had seen the video of the boy's so-called training form the media
archive they liberated from the facility.  It was disturbing as they boy's
body and mental state was slowly eroded away.  The video had shown how
gradually Jude had been made to do most of the physical damage to himself,
having been led to believe that they had Beau in the next room and would do
terrible things to him if he didn't do them to himself.  Even in this sorry
state, Jeff had a respect for the boy as he watched him lying on the bed,
coiled up in a foetal position, a large plug dominating his rear end, but
not going in anywhere near as far as the bung did.  His cock seemed to be
the only part of his body that he seemed relieved to have been taken away.
The end of the cock still gaped open and inch wide, but the doctors had
said that will close up on its own over the months.  Still, Jeff thought.
It was still odd to see such a grotesquely large cock with such a large pee
slit.  He found himself being strangely attracted to the idea that maybe
someone could actually fuck that cock.

   He shook his head.  He was here for a reason.  He was going to reunite
Beau and Jude, hoping that Beau's presence would help Jude recover quicker.
After all, it had come to light that Jude was smitten with Beau and Beau
was more than a bit taken with the boy.  Jeff realised that he wasn't that
disappointed.  He still loved Beau and hoped he could take the boy to bed
plenty of times, but he wouldn't stand in the way of a young romance.  The
two boys would need each other more than he needed Beau.

   Jeff turned to the door and pulled it open.  Joey's face were there,
waiting expectantly with Beau.  Jeff beckoned them in.

   Beau was looking better now that the large harvester men had gone back
to work.  They had tried to free them, but they had been conditioned to
being milked so that's what they did.  They were kept comfortable as they
did so, but they continued to jerk themselves off, occasionally requesting
some assistance from some of the more willing boys, sometimes including
Beau himself.

   As Beau saw Jude on the bed, he actually gasped out a sob.  He ran to
the boy's side and cupped his face in his hands.

   Even through their incarceration and Jude's near four year seniority
over the small boy, Beau had guided the boy through his new life of being a
sex slave.  They had tasted each other many times and they had known
each-others likes and dislikes.  They had sucked their semen-based dinners
out of each other's ragged holes like some weird human cum-caterpillar. 
Now they would have to start all over again.

   They boy would recover to some degree, Beau thought.  They would find
Lord and they would kill him together.  He turned and saw Joey and Jeff,
tears oozing out of their own eyes.  No, he thought.  They would all find
Lord and they would kill him.