Erastes

Throw Away Kid

Chapters 5-8

Bryce's first night, after being removed from his last foster home, was spent as a guest of an older, unmarried woman who worked for DSS, and that was a trip in itself. The department wasn't prepared to find homes for the children so quickly, since none of them had been privy to the auditors' investigation until after the improprieties were exposed and those involved were arrested. Due to this fact, temporary placements were needed until more suitable accommodations could be arranged, so members of the department were asked to volunteer to house a child until a proper home could be found.

Bryce's host was a twenty-year veteran of the department and had never been married. She lived alone and everything had its place, so the apartment was in showroom condition. Bryce was almost afraid to move, let alone sit anywhere or touch anything. She told him to make himself comfortable, but he was too nervous about doing something wrong. She turned on the television, gave him the remote and told him to find something that would interest him, while she went out to fix dinner. He thanked her and surfed the channels until he finally found a program that looked interesting. He then sat quietly and watched it, until she called him out to eat.

Dinner was another unique experience for Bryce. He had eaten at a lot of different foster homes prior to this and had consumed many different types of foods, but this was something the likes of which he had never seen before. It started out ok, with a lettuce salad, but it had cucumbers and some stringy stuff in it too, and then she put a very bland dressing over it. After he finished that, she gave him some kind of burger, but it certainly didn't taste like a hamburger. It was more like cardboard and she told him it was a veggie-burger, but he was so hungry that he put it on a roll, smothered it in ketchup and ate it anyway. She also gave him some cottage cheese, which wasn't his favorite food, but she also gave him sliced peaches to go with it, which made it go down a little easier.

The meal had been strange enough, but the drink she gave him topped all of that. It was some kind of vegetable juice, and he thought it tasted like carrots, but he wasn't sure. After a couple of swallows, he asked for water instead, so she got up to get it for him. She tried to explain that the juice was better for him, but Bryce didn't care. He just wanted something he could swallow. It quickly became clear to him that she never spent much time around children and he discovered later that she was a secretary in the office and not someone that ever dealt with the foster kids.

After dinner, he helped her clear off the table and washed the dishes, which was his suggestion, and then she offered to take him out for a frozen yogurt. He wasn't sure what that was, so she told him it was like ice cream, and that made him think it was a good idea. Actually, it wasn't bad, especially after the meal, so it turned out to be a pleasant ending to a dinner he'd rather forget about. Now, he began to hope that they'd find him a new home soon.

Bryce and his host took their time eating their dessert, but they also talked and ate at the same time. She was nice to him, even though she ate strange foods, and after they got back to her place, she let him watch the television again, while she did some chores around the apartment. When it came time to go to sleep, she made up the sofa for him and he spent the evening there. It wasn't that bad and Bryce actually thought the sofa was quite comfortable. The only problem was that he was out in the open and afraid that the woman would see him in his underwear, if the blankets slipped off of his body during the night. This caused him to keep waking up, so he only dozed off for short periods at a time, until he finally got up and got dressed again. Then, he fell asleep for good.

The next morning, the woman woke him up to get ready for the day, because he had to go in to work with her, since she had no place to leave him. She fixed him eggs beaters and wheat toast for breakfast, and then she gave him a chance to wash up and change. When they were both ready, he rode with her to the office. He would stay there until they found him a home or until she got out of work, so the two of them ended up returning to her apartment later.

It tended to be a long day for Bryce, because there wasn't much for him to do, but one of the other kids was also there, since her host worked in the same office. The two of them talked, drew pictures and explored as much as their new surroundings as they could, but the best part of the day was when one of the younger guys who worked there took them out for lunch – to a Taco Bell. It certainly beat the food Bryce had eaten the previous evening for dinner and he was more than ready for the change. He ate as much as he could, since he wasn't sure what dinner would be like, and then they returned to the office for the rest of the day. He did get some good news when he got back, however, because he was told that he would be able to go to his new foster home the following day. He couldn't go there tonight though, because the family already had other plans, so he'd have to stay with the same lady for another night. She'd take him to his new home the following afternoon, when the other kids were returning home from school. That sounded acceptable to him.

When the workday was over, the woman led him out to her car and asked if he'd like pizza tonight. She told him she was doing this because she realized he hadn't cared for the previous night's meal and explained that she really hadn't been prepared to have a visitor, grocery-wise that is. After he told her pizza would be fine, she asked him what he wanted on his pizza and he told her. On the way home, they stopped and picked up a half-pepperoni and half-Hawaiian pizza, so they could each have what they wanted. She also picked up a couple of cans of soda for him, plus she also bought a small bottle of Thousand Island salad dressing he could use. When they got back to her place, she made two salads, while he set the table, and then they had pizza and salad, which was much better than his previous meal there. The rest of the night was basically a repeat of the previous evening, except this time he went to bed with his clothes on right from the start.

The next day he went back into work with her, but the other kid wasn't there this time. Either her family was able to take her last night or the person she was with temporarily had stayed home for the day. When lunchtime came, Bryce went out with the same young guy again, but this time they went to a Wendy's. A short time after they got back, Bryce was taken to his new foster home. His new foster mother had agreed to let him come a little earlier, so he could get settled in and become familiar with the layout of the house, before the others got there. This way, she'd also be able to spend some time alone with each other, so she could learn about him too.

Bryce was just happy that he didn't have to spend any more time at the boring office, so he looked forward to this trip. They had loaded the few things he had to take with him into the car that morning, so they merely got into her car, so the woman could drive him to his next foster home. Bryce thought they had pulled into the wrong place when they first arrived, because this house was much nicer than the other homes he had stayed at, but it was by no means fancy. He and the woman carried his things to the door and she rang the bell. They then waited for his new foster mother to answer it.

The woman that came to the door was not quite what Bryce was expecting either, since she was much younger than he had anticipated. She was probably in her late 30's or early 40's, and was fairly good looking. After opening the door, she welcomed them to her home and invited them inside. Then, she led them to the living room, where they sat down to chat.

She not only welcomed Bryce into her family, but she also thanked the woman he'd been staying with for bringing him, and then she asked him some questions about himself. Even though she seemed nice enough, Bryce was still reluctant to share too much information with her, at least not yet. He had learned early on that some things could be used against him later, but chances were he wouldn't be here long enough for it to make a difference. Regardless, he gave her only a limited and very carefully selected information, and the woman seemed disappointed that he wasn't willing to share more about himself with her. After a short stay, the other woman excused herself, by saying that she had to get back to the office, and this left Bryce alone with his new foster mother.

Once they were alone, she showed him around the house. It was a nice home and everything looked to be in pretty decent shape, and it wasn't quite as old as some of the other places he had stayed. Bryce was beginning to think this place might not be too bad, because the woman and the house were both quite nice, so now he just had to meet her two sons and husband. Then, he'd be able to determine if he thought he'd be able to survive here.

The boys came home from school about an hour later and Bryce's foster mother introduced them to each other. The boys were both slightly older than him, one about a year and a half older, while the older boy was probably two and a half years older than him. As it turned out, Johnny was twelve and Tommy was thirteen, but after they said 'hi' to Bryce, they asked him if he wanted to go with them to meet up with their friends. Bryce was shocked that they had asked him so quickly, but he agreed to their proposal, so the three boys took off to go to this other kid's house.

On the way there, the boys asked him the typical questions, such as how old he was, what grade he was in, and why he was in foster care. After he answered all of their questions, they told him that he'd like it here, and then they introduced him a bunch of other boys when they got to where they were going. Everyone seemed friendly enough, and it turned out that they were planning to play basketball. Bryce wasn't very good at the sport, but he wasn't terrible either. He could play well enough so the others wouldn't complain or pick on him, so he was looking forward to being part of the action. The game was fun and Bryce did play well enough to get by, and then the other boys told him that he could join them from now on, whenever they were going to play. This made him feel as if he was part of the group now, and it seemed to please his new foster brothers too. On the way back to his new home, the boys joked about many topics and they talked about different things that had happened during the game.

When they got to the house, they were told to wash up for dinner, so they went upstairs to clean up. When they heard the boys' father pull into the driveway, they came back downstairs. When the boys all went into the living room, Johnny, the younger boy, took Bryce over and introduced him to his father. The man just gave Bryce a cold stare and didn't say a word to him, which sent cold chills down Bryce's spine. Everyone had been so nice and everything had gone so well up until then that Bryce had big expectations for this place, so he hoped this was only a temporary condition.

Tommy, the older brother, told him later that his dad was the manager of the local Target Department Store and that he worked long hours, so sometimes he wasn't in a very good mood when he got home. Hearing this, Bryce figured the man was just tired, had a bad day or maybe something bad had happened at work that either distracted or upset him. For those reasons, he didn't give his initial meeting too much weight and they all went into the dining room to sit down and eat.

Everyone had their normal place at the table, with the mother and father at the ends and Johnny and Tommy on either side. Another chair had been added to the same side as Johnny's chair, so Bryce sat between Johnny and his mother. All during the meal, Bryce noticed that their father kept staring at him and scowling, so Bryce made sure he didn't say anything or eat very much. He was beginning to think this was more than just a bad day at work for the guy, so Bryce wanted to try to make sure that he didn't make the situation any worse than it already was by doing something wrong.

Bryce was beginning to feel as if he had accomplished his goal, as they finished eating and got ready to leave the table, when his foster father announced that if he was going to live in his house, he'd have to do some work to earn his keep. Bryce was told that he would be doing the dishes after each meal, and then the father told Johnny and Tommy to show Bryce exactly what this meant. The boys weren't about to question him and seemed very intimidated by their dad, so while their mother and father went into the other room, Johnny and Tommy showed Bryce how he was expected to do the dishes. There was no dishwasher here, so everything was washed by hand, and the other two showed him where things went and how he was supposed to do things. Then, they helped him do the dishes that night.

While they were washing and drying everything, Tommy told Bryce that his dad wasn't really that bad, it's just that he didn't want to take in foster children. He only agreed to it because his wife loved children and always wanted more than just her two sons, so the boys figured it was what this fuss was all about. The boys told Bryce that their dad would probably mellow out after a couple of days, so he just had to do what he was told until that happened and then everything would be fine. Bryce agreed and told them he'd had to do chores at most of his other foster homes too, so it wasn't all that bad. He also told the other boys that he'd be fine and they didn't have to worry about him, but the pair still seemed upset about the way their father had treated Bryce.

After they finished doing the dishes, the older pair suggested they go outside and stay out of the way until bedtime. Bryce figured they probably knew best, so he did as they suggested. They played a little, but spent most of their time talking about different things, as the boys explained to him about their parents, the school he'd be going to and the teachers he might have. Just as it started to get dark, their mother called them in and told them it was time to get ready for bed.

While Tommy was showering, his mother was getting Bryce settled into Johnny's room with him. Things were going fine and they were almost done, when their father came upstairs and announced that Johnny wasn't going to give up any of his room to a stranger. This sent the parents into an argument, because their mother disagreed with her husband and told him there was no other place for Bryce to stay. That's when he told her there was, so Bryce ended up spending the night in what was an oversized spare closet that opened up off of the hallway. It was a windowless room, about half as wide as it was long, but it was clean and not too spooky. There was a single light in the ceiling, with a pull string to turn it on with, and there were bars to hang clothes lining both walls, with shelves above them. The father soon brought out a cot and set it up in there, so the mother stopped arguing and went to get sheets, blankets and a pillow to make Bryce comfortable.

The father then went back downstairs, as his wife made up the bed, and she told Bryce she was sorry about this, but that things would change eventually. Johnny even sneaked over after his mother had left, xo he could tell Bryce that he didn't mind if he shared his room, but he didn't dare go against his father. He said he didn't know why his father was acting this way, but it was probably only temporary. Bryce told him not to worry about it and added that he'd be fine, so Johnny shouldn't worry about him. Hesitantly, Johnny went back to his own room and the boys could hear their parents yelling at each other downstairs. At one point, they heard their mother tell their father how rude and childish he was acting, and then their father screamed back that it was his house and he'd make whatever decisions he felt appropriate. Then, he announced that she could leave if she didn't like how he did things. After that it quieted down, since their mother knew that she wouldn't convince her husband otherwise, at least not in his current state.

Bryce went to lie on the cot, after closing the door to the small room behind him, and then he spent the next hour thinking about what this new place was going to be like. It had started out so well and he thought he was going to be very happy here, but now the person that would have meant the most to him had let him know that he wasn't wanted and relegated him to a small dark cell. As Bryce thought about this rejection, especially by another man, the tears began to form in the corners of his eyes and would eventually trickle down his cheeks, as soon as gravity managed to gain a hold on them. As the tears rolled down Bryce's face and dropped onto his pillow and sheet, he relived the pain of being rejected all over again, while also rehashing each of his previous rejections in his mind. Eventually, he fell asleep, thus mercifully ending his torment.

Bryce woke up after he heard a knock on his door, so he opened it and discovered that it was Tommy coming to tell him he had to hurry down to breakfast. Bryce kind of took his time though, figuring he'd rather miss eating than run into his foster father again, but their father had already gone to work by the time he reached the table. His foster mother gave him a sympathetic look when he came in, and then she brought him over some breakfast. It was a small stack of pancakes, covered in butter and syrup, accompanied by a couple of link sausages. Bryce hesitated for a moment, since he was unsure if he should eat it, so she placed her hand on his shoulder and tried to comfort him.

"It's all right, dear, go ahead and eat," she told him. "Everything will be just fine. I know things didn't start out very well for you, but they'll get better. I know they will."

Bryce merely looked up at her, but didn't say a word. As much as he might have wished to unburden his soul, he just couldn't. He had already begun to pull back within himself, so he didn't think he could trust any adult right now. She sensed his despair and attempted to reassure him.

"He's not really like that," she whispered, soothingly. "He's normally a very sweet guy, so I guess it's my fault for forcing him into this. He didn't want to do it, but I made him. He had a rough childhood and grew up with almost nothing, sometimes even going without a meal here and there. That's why he's worked so hard to make something of himself, so that neither he nor his family would ever have to go through something like that again. He also promised himself that his children would never have to go without, and he sees you as a threat to keeping his promise. He thinks you're taking food away from them and forcing them out of their rooms, but you're not. He'll get over it eventually, just don't let it get to you in the meantime."

Bryce still didn't say anything and just sat there. Finally, his foster mother couldn't take the silence or his inaction any longer, so she began to cut up his food and feed it to him. At first, Bryce wouldn't open his mouth, because he was still bitter at how he had been treated, but after a few failed attempts, she finally got him to open up and take a bite. It may have been due to her persistence or the fact that his hunger won out, but she managed to get a few more forkfuls into him, before she was able to convince him to feed the rest of the meal to himself.

After he finished everything on his plate, Bryce began to pick up his dishes and take them out to the kitchen to wash. His foster mother stopped him and told him that she do all of that, and then she sent him back upstairs to get cleaned up and dressed for school. She also informed him that she'd be taking him to school this morning, so she could enroll him.

Since Bryce wasn't moving all that quickly on his own, Tommy took him by the hand and led him upstairs. He then took him to the bathroom, started a bath for him and helped him undress when he didn't do it by himself. Actually, Tommy ended up giving Bryce his bath, as he was a bit out of it at the time and lost in his own thoughts. A short time later, Tommy helped him get out of the tub and dried him off. After his bath was finished, Tommy led him down to his room, if you could call it that, picked out something for Bryce to wear and then helped him get dressed. Bryce was a little more cooperative with this effort, once he realized Tommy actually seemed to care about him and was really trying to help. Tommy left Bryce sitting on his bed while he went to finish getting ready himself, and then he and Johnny led Bryce back downstairs, to let their mother know they were ready to go.

The three boys all sat in the back seat as they rode to school, with Bryce in the middle, and both boys kept telling him that everything would be all right and he'd like the school. It was a middle school, so all three would be in the same building, and the older boys went off to their own classrooms, while their mother took Bryce to the office so she could enroll him. It took about 45 minutes before everything was completed and then he was led to his classroom and introduced to his teacher.

Bryce didn't say much and was very quiet all day long, which caused some of the kids to think there was something wrong with him, but at this point Bryce wasn't sure if he cared. He managed to make it through the day and his foster brothers came to get him when it was over, so he wouldn't miss the bus. Bryce sat with them on the ride home and the boys he had played basketball with the previous afternoon tried to talk to him. Unfortunately, he wouldn't respond to them, so his foster brothers told the others that he wasn't feeling well and they let it go at that. When they got home, the boys all went upstairs to change, and then Johnny and Tommy tried to talk Bryce into coming outside to play with them again. This time, Bryce refused and went to his room. He stayed there until it was time to eat, but then he was conflicted as to whether he should go down to join them.

When he was called to come down to eat, he was tempted to just stay in his room instead. Then he began to think that he'd get into trouble by not coming down or if he came down late, so he made his way downstairs and took his seat at the table. When the food was passed, he only took a very small spoonful of everything, because he didn't want his foster father to think he was taking food away from his own children. The other three looked hurt when they realized what he was doing and understood why. They wanted to make him take more or tell him it was ok to eat normally, but no one wanted to say anything in front of their father, fearing it might set him off. Bryce ate barely enough to keep a mouse alive, and when everyone was done eating, he took all of the dishes out to the kitchen, where he washed and dried them. When he finished doing that, he went up to his room, shut the door and lay on the cot. He didn't want to risk doing anything else wrong.

Bryce didn't know how long he had been in his room when Johnny knocked on his door and opened it enough to stick his head in. He then asked if he could come in and Bryce nodded his approval. After Johnny entered, he went over and sat down on the cot, beside Bryce.

"Come on, cheer up," he told him. "All of us feel bad that you're really unhappy now. The rest of us like you and we want you here, so don't let my dad get to you. Ok?"

Bryce turned his head and looked at Johnny, which allowed him to see the sincerity in Johnny's eyes. He wanted to answer him, but nothing came out when he opened his mouth. He wanted to thank him for caring, but he didn't know what to say or how to say it. Johnny couldn't stand the silence any longer, so he began to speak again.

"Please, Bryce, you can't just stay in here all of the time," he pleaded. "I want you to come in and stay with me in my room, until it's time to go to sleep, and then you can come back in here."

Bryce surprised even himself by answering.

"No! Your dad wouldn't like that," he nearly shouted.

"He wouldn't mind if you just played in my room with me," Johnny reasoned, "especially since I asked you to. He's just acting really weird now, but he'll get over it."

"I still don't know if I should," Bryce reiterated.

"Come on. I'll get Tommy and the three of us can do something in there," Johnny told him, as he grabbed Bryce by the hand and attempted to drag him across the hall.

As soon as he'd pulled Bryce out of his tiny room, Johnny ran into Tommy's room to get him. Soon, the three of them were together and they closed Johnny's door. After both boys tried to tell Bryce that they wanted him to do things after school with them tomorrow, they mentioned that all of their friends had asked about him too. They told him that they covered for him by saying that he had an upset stomach, but everyone wanted him to be there tomorrow. This made Bryce feel a little better, and he started to loosen up a bit, and then the boys talked about what they could do, finally choosing to play a game of Uno.

The three of them had a good time playing together and Bryce began to relax a bit and enjoy himself. They were laughing and joking every time they skipped one of the others or made him draw cards, and Bryce was even beginning to think he could survive here, as long as the others wanted him here. He could ignore their father and stay clear of him, and that room wasn't so bad, just a little small. When their mother came upstairs to tell them it was time for bed, she was happy to see that Bryce was with her sons and having a good time. She even gave him a hug, kissed him on the forehead and told him goodnight. The three of them went off to bed, with Bryce feeling better than he had the previous evening.

Things remained like this until the weekend, when their foster father was home for the entire time. The minute Bryce came down for breakfast on Saturday morning, his foster father told him that another of his jobs would be to cut the grass and he told Tommy to show him how to operate the lawnmower. Tommy began to argue with his father, telling him that was his job, but his father became very loud and forceful, telling him that it was now Bryce's job and he would be able to have more free time. Tommy continued to argue with his father and tried to explain he wasn't being fair to Bryce, but he stopped his protest when his father became even angrier and began to scream at him.

When that happened, Tommy took Bryce outside, showed him where everything was kept and began to instruct him on how to start and care for the lawnmower. When Tommy finished telling Bryce everything that he would need to know, he began to apologize for what his father was doing. Bryce told him it was ok, and that he understood, and then he started mowing the lawn. It took him nearly two hours to finish the entire yard, and when his foster father came out, he told him that he wanted him to rake up the clippings, sweep the residue off the driveway and sidewalks, and then he was to bag everything and set it out by the curb. Once again, Bryce did as he was told and it took him another two hours to complete those tasks, not including the short lunch break he took in between. He wasn't called in to eat until the others had finished, so he ate alone. He could see Johnny, Tommy and his foster mother were looking very sad about the way he was being treated, but none of them dared to stand up to his foster father and tell him he was wrong. Bryce finished his meal quickly and then went outside to finish up the rest of his chores.

When he had completed all of the work, Johnny and Tommy came out to get him and go off to one of their friends' homes. Bryce wasn't sure if they had permission to take him or not, and he wasn't convinced he should leave without getting his foster father's permission, but both boys insisted and dragged him off with them. When they arrived at the other boy's house, there were a bunch of other boys there too, and soon they were picking up teams to play ball. Bryce had a wonderful time that afternoon and was able to be a boy and have some fun again, but soon it was time for them to go home. The other boys all said goodbye and told him he could join them whenever Johnny and Tommy did, and Bryce thanked them for their offer.

On the way home, the three boys talked about a great many things, including how unfair the other two thought he was being treated. Bryce told them not to worry about it and he was happy that they were nice to him and wanted to include him in the things they did. Then Bryce asked if they'd told their friends about what was going on. After some awkward glances between each other, the other pair admitted that they'd told the others a little bit about it, but Bryce wasn't angry or anything. He just asked if they could keep this stuff just between themselves in the future, since he didn't want everyone else to know what types of things were happening to him. The boys agreed, and they walked the rest of the way home in silence.

It was nearly dinnertime when they arrived and they were told to clean up and get ready to eat. The boys did as they were told and shared the bathroom to do this. When they went back downstairs, the meal wasn't quite ready, so they went in to watch television until they were called. Finally, they were summoned to the table, so they went out and took their places at the table. Bryce was very careful again about how much food he took when the dishes were passed, and at one point his foster mother added a little extra to his plate, since she knew a growing boy needed more than what he had on his plate to survive. Bryce smiled at her and said 'thank you' in a soft whisper and she smiled back, to acknowledge his good manners.

Hardly anyone spoke throughout the entire meal, and just before everyone had finished, his foster father announced that he and his wife would be going out for the evening and the three boys would be staying home alone. He made it a point to tell Bryce that Tommy was in charge and that he was to do whatever Tommy told him, or else he'd face the consequence for it tomorrow. Bryce let him know that he understood, and his foster father glared at him for a few seconds, before he let it drop.

Later, after their parents had finished getting ready and driven away, the boys were finally on their own. Bryce wasn't sure how Tommy was going to act, seeing he was in charge, but he soon discovered that he didn't have anything to worry about, since Tommy was just his normal fun loving self. The boys did things downstairs together, like playing with some of the toys or watching television, and then they decided to go upstairs for the rest of the evening. They all went to Tommy's room, and it was the first time Bryce had ever been in there. It was about the same as Johnny's room, only slightly larger, and he had some nice things decorating the walls and other surfaces. It was certainly nicer than Bryce's room, but Bryce wasn't about to say anything about it. Now that they were there, the older two boys seemed to have an idea about what they intended to do, and they soon let Bryce in on their plan.

"Do you want to do something fun?" Johnny asked him.

"I guess so," Bryce responded.

He wasn't sure what they were up to, but he thought he'd better try to find out more it, before he committed himself fully.

"What are you planning to do?" he asked next.

"It's something that Tommy and I have been doing for a while now," Johnny replied. "It's a lot of fun and you'll really like it, so you still want to do it, right?"

"Yeah, ok I guess," Bryce agreed. "What do I have to do?"

"First, we all have to get undressed," Tommy told him.

Bryce got a little excited, when he realized that he might be doing things like he had done with Greg, but then he hesitated. Suddenly, he became afraid that they might try to do things to him like Maury had done. He knew they probably weren't as big as Maury, especially in that regard, so he wasn't sure what he should do next. The other boys were already down to their underwear when they noticed his hesitation and commented about it.

"You aren't scared about us seeing your thing, are you?" Johnny wanted to know. "I mean we've all kind of seen each other before."

"No, it's not that," Bryce reassured him. "It's just that I'm not sure what you're planning to do, so I don't know if I want to do it, unless I know exactly what it is."

"That's cool," Tommy told him. "You can watch us first, if you want, and then you can decide if you want to do it too. Would that be ok with you?"

"Yeah, that sounds cool," Bryce told them, somewhat relieved that they weren't going to try to force him into something.

"But you still have to get undressed," Johnny told him. "If you're going to see us without our clothes on, it's only fair."

"That's fine, I'll do that much, as long as I don't have to do anything else unless I want to."

Bryce then looked at the other two and waited for them to agree with what he'd said.

"I promise," Tommy told him, while giving him a comforting smile.

After Johnny agreed too, Bryce began to take off all of his clothes, and the other two finished removing theirs. Bryce was surprised at how much bigger their penises were than his own, but they were both older than him. It was also the first time he had seen anyone this young with hair down there, because Tommy had little ring of hair above his penis. Johnny just had a few scattered hairs above his, but they were both cut like him, which shouldn't have come as a surprise. Tommy's dick was probably more than four inches [10 cm] soft and was about three times bigger around than Bryce's. Johnny's was about an inch [2½ cm] shorter than his brother's, and only about two-thirds as thick, but they both made Bryce's penis look quite small in comparison. The boys must have guessed what Bryce was thinking and attempted to make him feel better about it.

"Don't worry," Tommy told him, "it will start growing in about a year or so. We were about the same size as you when we were your age, but it will start getting bigger about the time you start getting hair down there too."

"Really? You think it will?" Bryce countered.

"Yeah, it will," Johnny added. "I was worried too, when Tommy's started to grow, but after a few more months mine did the same thing. It will happen, but you just have to wait for the right time."

Bryce felt relieved now and not quite as self conscious and conspicuous. The boys had addressed his fears and dealt with them successfully, so now he was willing to see what they suggested next. It wouldn't take long for him to discover what they had in mind.

"You watch what we do, Bryce, and you'll see that it's really neat," Johnny stated. "Tommy you get on the bed first."

Tommy did and lay on his back near the center. Johnny got on the bed beside him and started rubbing Tommy's penis and testicles until his penis got hard. It got even bigger than it was before, so now it was probably over five inches [12½ cm], maybe even six inches [15 cm] in length. Now that it was hard, Johnny wrapped his hand around it and started to jack him off. As his hand flew up and down on his brother's erection, Tommy relaxed and closed his eyes, while enjoying the sensations of what was being done to him. Bryce watched intently, realizing that these two boys were really enjoying what they were doing, and he also noticed that Tommy was breathing harder and more deeply now.

Johnny's hand was going even faster than it was before, as it slid up and down Tommy's hard-on. Tommy was also beginning to moan, although not very loudly, but he was still making enough noise for Bryce to hear. At first, Bryce thought he was in pain, but then he realized that it was the same kind of noise that Maury used to make when he did things to Bryce. He knew that Maury made those sounds because what he was doing felt good to him, so Bryce assumed that Tommy must be enjoying this too. Suddenly Tommy's body went rigid and he arched his back off the bed, and then thin white strings of liquid shot from the slit on the end of his penis and fell harmlessly on Tommy's chest. Johnny kept pumping, as more of the stuff shot out of Tommy's dick, until finally the last of it oozed out from the opening and covered Johnny's thumb and fingers in the process. When he was finished, Johnny looked up at Bryce and gave him a wicked grin.

"That was really neat, wasn't it?" he asked. I'll bet you've never seen anything quite like that before."

Since Bryce wasn't about to tell them about Maury or what he had done to him, he decided to play along and pretend that this was the first orgasm he had ever seen.

"No, but that was great," Bryce answered. "What is that white stuff that came out of it?"

"Tommy calls it cum. He says it's what makes girls have babies, if you shoot it up inside of them," Johnny explained. "I don't shoot as much as Tommy does, but I can make a little of it."

"That's great, but I don't think I can do that," Bryce admitted.

"Probably not, but it will still feel good when you rub it like that," he offered. "You'll just have to wait until your cock gets bigger and you get some hair first, before you'll start shooting cum out too. Don't worry, though, because it will happen. Would you like to do that to me now?"

"Well, yeah, if you want me to," Bryce agreed, "but don't you think Tommy will want to do it for you?"

"Nah, he doesn't mind," Johnny replied. "Besides, he'll do it to you, if you decide you want to try it too."

Bryce thought that seemed logical enough, so he decided to give it a try. Johnny then made Tommy move over on the bed, so he'd have room to lie next to him, and then he took his place on the mattress, so Bryce could start rubbing his penis. Bryce found this experience fascinating and enjoyed feeling the soft, pliant skin that covered his penis and testicles, but he was even more intrigued when Johnny's dick started to swell and expand, while becoming very hard in the process. Other than Maury's dick, which he never touched, this was the largest dick Bryce had ever had the chance to play with.

It always fascinated him as to how something so soft and floppy one minute could suddenly become so stiff and firm. He didn't understand the biology involved, but he was certainly fascinated by the pure mechanics of it. Johnny encouraged him to wrap his hand around it and to begin pumping, and Bryce needed no more than that gentle coaxing to get him to begin. Now, his hand went up and down, as he gripped the firm piece of flesh between his fingers and palm, and Johnny watched Bryce's face as he did this and noted the pleasurable expression on it. Johnny was also feeling pleasure, because Bryce was doing a very good job, so he knew it wouldn't take long before those precious few drops of liquid began shooting out of his penis too.

Bryce experimented a little with his grip, as he masturbated his foster brother. First, he used his entire hand and then he tried doing it with just two fingers and his thumb or with one finger and his thumb. He also tried different things with his fingers when he changed back to using his entire hand again, like letting his thumb go up and over the crown, so it would tease the slit on the up-stroke. Bryce could tell that Johnny was enjoying what he was doing to him, because he could hear Johnny gasp from time to time, but Johnny would also make other little noises, so Bryce kept doing what he had seen Johnny do to Tommy. As he continued, Johnny's mouth dropped open and his body went stiff, then a few little drops of a cloudy liquid spurted from the tip. Johnny was really panting, as the liquid hit his belly, and then Bryce felt the last droplet or two coat his thumb, as it oozed out of the slit. Bryce held on to Johnny's softening member, since he really didn't want to let go of it, and Johnny finally opened his eyes and smiled down at Bryce.

"Thanks. That was great," he told him. "You learn pretty quickly and I really enjoyed that."

"Thanks, it was fun for me too," Bryce admitted. "I've never done anything like that before."

"Do you want Tommy to do it to you now?" Johnny asked.

Bryce tried not to appear too eager, while remembering how good it felt when he and Greg had done this, so he was more than happy to do it now as well. After switching places on the bed, Tommy began to rub Bryce's crotch area, like Bryce had done to Johnny. Bryce couldn't believe how much better this felt than when he and Greg had done it, because Tommy's hand also rubbed over his scrotum, something he and Greg had never tried. Soon, his little boy dick was standing up straight and proud, ready for even more attention.

Bryce looked down at it and giggled when he realized his penis was letting the other two know how much he was really enjoying this. There was a time when he didn't know if he would ever be able to enjoy anyone touching him again, especially after what Maury had done to him, because he didn't really enjoy doing it with him. He never cared for Maury and he knew Maury didn't really care for him, except to help him get his jollies. The fact that they had to hide what they were doing had made Bryce feel dirty and maybe even a little sick whenever it happened.

Greg was the first to make him change his mind about these sorts of things, but now he was convinced that not all sex play was bad. He had wondered if what he had done and enjoyed with Greg was just a fluke, but Johnny and Tommy proved to him it wasn't. Bryce was really beginning to care for these two and felt they cared about him too. Even though their father was harsh in his dealings with him, the boys had always tried to help out and included him in the fun things too. Now, they were doing it again and he was really glad that he had them to make him feel better.

Tommy was using only two fingers and a thumb to stroke him, because Bryce's penis wasn't big enough for him to use his whole hand, but Bryce soon learned that it was enough to do the trick. After continuing this for a short time, Bryce's body began to tingle all over from the stimulation and it made him feel all warm and happy inside. He loved the feeling of Tommy's fingers going back and forth on his shaft and he could also feel Johnny playing with his balls at the same time.

It was really an awesome experience as the two manipulated those sensitive areas, and he could tell his breathing was becoming ragged as they did so. He and Greg had never done it for this long, so this was a whole new experience for him. Although he couldn't produce any cum yet, he did feel the tingling sensations when he reached his dry orgasm, which felt like little electric jolts shooting through his cock. Bryce was gasping and rigid when this took place and he rode this marvelous high until his body collapsed back onto the bed, which signaled it was over. He felt better than he had in a long time and knew that it was his foster brothers who were responsible for this feeling. The boys agreed to do these things again, but now they had to prepare for their parents to come back home.

Bryce's foster parents didn't come home for another half hour or so, so the boys were in bed by the time they arrived. Bryce felt it better this way, since he didn't want to give his foster father any reason to find fault with him again. Bryce went to sleep that night feeling better than he had in a long time, but unfortunately that feeling wasn't to last. The next morning at breakfast, his foster father announced that he expected Bryce to wash his car and vacuum out the interior today, after which he'd have to round up the rest of the trash, take it out to the curb and place it with the lawn waste, because the garbage would be collected tomorrow.

Chapter 6
Lurking in the shadows

He did, however, partially withdraw from the family and spent as much time as he could in his room, primarily whenever his foster father was around. He had fixed up that tiny cubicle fairly well and had even hung what clothes he could on hangers at one end of the room, and then he folded and organized the rest of his belongings and put them on the shelf above that, so they were out of the way. The only problem he still had to deal with was that, no matter how much he did to please his foster father, so he could keep him off his back, the man just kept finding fault with him and gave him more and more things to do. Bryce knew that he wasn't just imagining this either, because one day his foster mother came to talk to him about it, while her husband was still at work.

"Bryce, honey, I'm really sorry about the way my husband is treating you," she began, "but I really thought he'd get over this by now. I'm not sure why it is still bothering him, because you've done everything he's asked and you've proven that you are no threat to any of us, but he still seems determined to keep this up. I hate to see you have to go through this, so I'll leave it up to you. Would you like me to have DSS find you another place to live?"

Bryce was shocked that she had been so blunt about what was on her mind and that she had suggested that he might want to go somewhere else. Now, he had to convince her that it wasn't what he wanted, even though she thought she was making this suggestion on his behalf.

"No, I can take it. Really I can," Bryce insisted. "I don't want to leave you, Tommy and Johnny. Please don't make me go away. I'll do more work, anything, just don't make me go someplace else."

"But, honey, why would you want to stay here when my husband acts more childish than you do?" she asked. "Wouldn't you like to go somewhere that people would treat you better."

"Going someplace else doesn't mean that I'll get treated any better," Bryce responded.

"What do you mean by that?" she wanted to know.

"Well, I've been in other foster homes and some are much worse than being here," Bryce explained. "Even the ones that are ok aren't that much better and none of them are perfect. I like you and the boys and I don't want to leave you. Please, don't make me go."

"Honey, I won't make you go if you don't want to," she confirmed. "I just thought you'd be happier somewhere else, someplace where you aren't viewed as an intruder or treated like Cinderella."

"You're always the outsider when you're a foster kid, no matter where you go," Brice explained. "You get used to that after a while, but you don't always find people you like there. I like you and the boys and I want to stay here with you. If I went to a new foster home, it doesn't mean that it would be any better and it might even be worse. Please, can't I stay? I'll be good and I'll even do more work. I'll do anything you want, but please don't make me leave. Please, don't send me away."

"Bryce, calm down. I won't make you leave, if you don't want to go," she repeated. "I only suggested it because I thought it would be better for you. If you don't mind living this way, then I don't want you to leave, and the boys don't either. We all like you and want you to stay here, but it's just that we don't like the way my husband is treating you. Since I know I won't be able to change his mind or behavior, I thought the only option left was to find you someplace better to live."

"Nah, I'm fine. Really, I am," Bryce admitted.

"Then I won't say another word about it and you don't have to worry your little head about leaving," she assured him. "If you want to stay, knowing what it's like, then you can, at least as far as I'm concerned. I'll even see what I can do to try to get my husband to lighten up a bit and be less critical of you."

"That's ok, you don't have to do that," Bryce stated. "I'm just afraid that if you do that, then he'll blame it on me too and get even madder. I'm fine and you don't have to do anything."

His foster mother understood his concerns and agreed not to pursue this further. Bryce was relieved, once that discussion was over, and he felt as if he had just dodged a bullet or something. No matter how bad his foster father was, his time with Johnny and Tommy more than made up for it. He didn't want to lose that, not now, not ever!

It was during this time that Bryce was beginning to realize not only who he was, but also what he was. He was beginning to admit that he was gay and that he was attracted to boys, not girls. He always kind of suspected it, because he never got excited like other boys did when they saw pictures of naked girls and women. He didn't see anything worth getting excited over when he looked at the female body and thought there was merely another slit, which wasn't all that exciting. The older girls did have breasts, and those were kind of interesting, but they really didn't do very much for him.

Nothing really excited him sexually when he saw a naked female, but he sure did get aroused when he saw another penis. Just looking at another one made him get hard and all excited, and now that he had discovered other things he could do with them, he just knew that's all he ever wanted or needed. Currently, he had two others who seemed to think the same way and he didn't want to lose them just because of how their father treated him. He didn't know if he'd be able to find other boys who were willing to do the same types of things and he really enjoyed what they'd been doing and didn't want to risk losing it.

Bryce continued to do most of the chores around the house, often without being told or reminded to do so. After a few weeks of doing this, his foster father quit his grumbling and discontinued any overt negative behavior toward him. Instead, he merely treated Bryce with utter indifference. As long as he didn't perceive Bryce as a threat to his two sons, he was willing to leave Bryce alone and didn't give him any more flak.

Bryce picked up on this fact over time and noted the change in his foster father's attitude. This gave him a little more confidence, so sometimes he even went back and had seconds at meals, but only after everyone else had finished, of course. His foster mother smiled at him the first time she saw him do this, to let him know that it was all right with her and that she approved of how he had done it. His foster father didn't really pay attention or notice that Bryce had helped himself to more food, since he didn't watch or care as much after he and his boys had their fill. This actually helped Bryce too, because he had started to become tired and weak after cutting back on how much he ate, so now he began to have more energy and strength to complete his chores.

One day, while Bryce was out mowing the lawn, one of the neighbors came over and asked if he'd like a job taking care of his yard too. Bryce hesitated at first, because he didn't want to do anything that would take away from the time he had to do his chores at home. He knew that if it seemed like he was neglecting his duties or if he was not getting them done on time, then that would be one sure way to anger his foster father and get himself into trouble again. Bryce was going to tell the neighbor that he wasn't interested, but when the guy told him how much he was willing to pay, Bryce took the job immediately.

Bryce had the feeling it would be good to earn some money, because then he could save it for any emergencies that might come up. He figured no one else would have to know about it and he promised himself that he'd make sure that he took care of his other chores too, so he wouldn't jeopardize his chances of remaining there. It would be good for him to have his own money.

Over the next couple of weeks, four other residents of the neighborhood also hired Bryce, after they heard what a fine job he did and how dependable he was. The money was coming in fast and furious, especially for a kid who had never had very much, but he didn't spend it or flaunt it. Instead, he kept it hidden in a sock, which he kept buried behind his other clothes on the shelf in his little room. He thought that if his foster father ever accused him again of taking things away from his sons, then he'd offer to buy everything he needed for himself, so his foster parents wouldn't even have to spend a nickel on him. This never happened, however, but it gave Bryce some reassurance to know that he had a back-up plan, just in case the situation deteriorated further.

During this same time, the three boys were growing even closer and Bryce tried to explain to them a little about what he was doing, so they wouldn't get too suspicious and spill the beans. He thought that they might want to know why he was working for so many other people, when he had so much work to do at home. Bryce realized that what he was doing wouldn't seem to make much sense to someone who didn't know what he was up to, so he told his foster brothers that he was getting paid to work for these other people. Although he did keep the amount of the payments a secret from Johnny and Tommy, he did tell them about his plan to buy his own things, if their father ever brought that up again. The brothers didn't think anything that drastic was going to happen now, since their father was starting to mellow out, although both boys still thought their father was colder than he should be toward Bryce.

Tommy and Johnny also agreed that Bryce needed to have some money of his own, no matter what came up in the future. They were also glad that he was getting something for the time he was spending working, since they knew he wasn't getting anything from their father. Even more than that, they were happy that Bryce wasn't being treated quite as badly by their father any longer and they were even helping him do his chores around the house, but only when their father wasn't around. They were afraid that he might get upset again and take it all out on Bryce, if he ever found out that they were helping him do the jobs he'd reassigned to Bryce, so all of this was done when their father wasn't at home.

The boys were growing closer in other ways too and took every opportunity they could find to pursue the little sex games they were playing. Sometimes they were able to do these things after school, if their mother had to run an errand, but they'd also do then whenever their parents went out and left them home alone. The boys were really enjoying their time together and learning a lot about themselves and their bodies. They had even begun a tentative foray into the world of oral sex, but this wasn't just about the sex, even if it was really terrific. Even though they enjoyed doing these things with each other, it also spawned a unique closeness between them and they formed special bonds that made them even more committed to each other. That's the primary reason Johnny and Tommy were helping Bryce with his chores whenever their father wasn't around, because they felt they owed him that much and didn't want him to have to do all the work that they used to do.

They also realized it wasn't fair that Bryce ended up doing all of the chores, while they did nothing, and both boys would hurt inside whenever they saw how unhappy Bryce had become. Even though it was better now, it still wasn't the way the boys thought it should be, so they vowed they would help Bryce however and whenever they could. Not only did they help him with his chores, but they also included him in the other things they did, like the times they spent with their friends. They always made sure Bryce understood he was invited when they played games after school and their friends treated him very well too. The boys knew their friends weren't just being kind to Bryce because of them, because they enjoyed Bryce's company too and wanted him to be part of their little clique. It didn't hurt that they understood some things about his background as well, but that was never the reason they included him in what they were up to.

Bryce was always careful not to let any of these activities interfere with his other responsibilities though, because he was concerned that he wouldn't be allowed to join the others any more. He would hurry home and do his chores before he went to play and then he'd rush to join the others. At first, some of the other boys were annoyed that Bryce would come late or that they'd have to hold up their game until he arrived, but it wasn't long before it just became a part of their routine and they didn't give it a second-thought. Since Bryce was also the youngest of their little group, all of the boys were very protective of him, especially with outsiders.

One day, as they waited for the bus they took home from school, this other kid, who was a year older than Bryce, began to pick on him. He kept taking Bryce's things or knocking them on the ground, so when the others noticed this, they formed a ring around the boy. Before he realized what was happening, they began pushing the boy back and forth and doing similar types of things to him, as he had been doing to Bryce. After continuing this for several minutes, they asked the boy if he liked being picked on. At first the kid tried to pull the old 'it doesn't bother me at all' routine, so the boys kept it up, right up until the bus showed up. The next day, he started in on Bryce again, so they resumed abusing him and didn't let up. It was very possible they even started to become more aggressive toward him, until the kid finally admitted that it was bothering him. When that happened, they got him to promise to leave Bryce alone in the future and then they'd leave him alone too. The boy agreed, so it was the end of that situation for Bryce.

That wasn't the only time the others came to Bryce's defense either. One day a new kid moved into the district and this kid had known Bryce from a previous school. This kid thought he could make his reputation by treating Bryce the way he had at their old school, since he knew Bryce wasn't the kind of boy who immediately fought back. The kid eventually learned that he had seriously misevaluated the situation though, because he didn't realize that Bryce now had friends that would come to his rescue and prevent others from abusing him. Even though Bryce was still primarily meek and somewhat timid when it came to defending himself, the others weren't about to let anyone take advantage of him.

One day when this boy started picking on Bryce, a circle began to form around them. The new boy merely thought it was a crowd of people he could impress while making his mark, but he soon discovered that he had miscalculated again.

"All right, asshole, knock it off," one of the older boys told the new kid.

The new boy looked startled, since he didn't expect anyone to come to Bryce's assistance. He decided to act tough in response, to enhance his reputation.

"Get the fuck out of here," he said defiantly. "This is none of your fucking business."

"Oh, this is our business, dickhead," another of Bryce's new friends told him, "so if you know what's good for you, you'll leave Bryce alone, before we kick the crap out of you."

Now, Bryce's tormentor really didn't know what to do. If he backed off at this point, then he'd be branded a coward, but if he continued he'd probably get the shit pounded out of him. The kid had to make a decision quickly and he ended up deciding that he'd rather get a beating from one of those boys, than be branded a wimp or worse. Since his mind was made up, he tackled Bryce and began wailing on him. He didn't get many licks in, however, before the others were all over him. They grabbed his arms and legs, in addition to giving him a few well-placed punches, and then one of the older boys came up with idea about how to handle this kid.

"Well, I guess he wants us to believe that he has really big balls and isn't afraid of anything, so let's see how big those balls are."

The other boys began to laugh evilly, as the oldest boy started to undo the kid's pants, so he could pull them down while the others held on to him. The boy began to squirm and scream, because this was about the last thing he'd expected they might do to him, but soon his pants and underwear had been pulled down below his knees and exposed his goodies for any and everyone there to see. Bryce's friends didn't let go of the boy right away after they did this to him either, because they wanted to make certain he was totally embarrassed and didn't want him to pull everything back up too quickly. They wanted to make his humiliation worse than anything he could have possibly imagined, in order to teach him a lesson, and soon everyone was laughing at him, including several girls. As he was attempting to flail his way free of their grasp, his genitals flopped wildly about, which made everyone else laugh even harder at how comical this seemed.

Bryce did feel badly for the kid though, because he knew how he'd feel if this had been done to him, but then he realized the boy had basically asked for it, so Bryce didn't let it bother him any longer. After they finally released the boy, he hurriedly pulled his pants up and raced away from there, as he attempted to get as far away from everyone, as quickly as he could.

Once the other boy had taken off, Bryce thanked his friends for their help and they told him that he shouldn't ever have to worry about anyone else picking on him. They didn't think the others would dare to attack him now, especially knowing the types of things that might happen to them if they did. They were right and that was the last time any of the other kids ever tried to take advantage of Bryce again.

Other things at school were going fairly well for Bryce too. His grades were all average or above and he managed to do quite well on the state reading and math exams. Bryce had also made some friends among his own classmates, in addition to being friends with these older boys. He would hang around with the kids his own age before and after school, as well as during the lunch hour, and they did all kinds of different things together. Bryce wasn't nearly as close to any of those kids though, as he was to his two foster brothers or their friends, but it was nice to also have some friends his own age for a change. Things were beginning to look up for Bryce and he even thought the situation at home was improving.

Bryce was starting to believe that his foster father was beginning to accept him, since it had been quite a while since he had said anything negative about Bryce or treated him badly in any way. Even though he still hadn't gone out of his way to be nice to Bryce or accepted him openly, Bryce felt his lack of contempt was enough to show that things had improved. Bryce even said so to his foster mother and brothers, although they weren't as quick to leap to such a drastic conclusion, but they did agree that his foster father had seemed to calm down about Bryce's being there. This was all Bryce needed and even wanted to hear. As the situation continued to get rosier in his mind, he began to feel more at ease. He was also ecstatic that he got along so well with his foster brothers and that they included him in on everything they did… well almost everything.

The following Saturday, Johnny had plans to stay over at a friend's house, but the other two were not included. It was a birthday party for one of his classmates and it was going to be a sleepover party with a bunch of other boys from his class. Although Johnny was excited about the party, he still wished the other two could go with him, and they would have preferred that too, but they knew it wouldn't be possible. Tommy and Bryce explained to Johnny that they understood and they'd be fine on their own, so he shouldn't worry about them and have a good time.

Actually, things got even better for Tommy and Bryce however, when they found out their parents were going to be attending a wedding on the same day. This meant they would be home alone and could do basically whatever they wanted. Bryce made sure that he did all of his other lawn jobs in advance, so he would have Saturday free, and Johnny and Tommy helped him get his chores done at home on Friday, before their father got home from work. Everything was going great and they'd all be having fun doing one thing or another.

Saturday started off normally enough, as they all ate breakfast together, and then the boys helped Johnny round up the things he'd need to take to the party. They helped him pull a sleeping bag out of storage and pack a change of clothes, including his swimsuit, since this kid's family had a pool. They even helped him wrap the present he had purchased, with his mother's help.

While the boys were doing this, their parents were getting ready to go to the wedding. They looked really nice when they came into the living room and the boys went out of their way to tell them how great they looked, especially their mother. She had on a lovely dress and her hair was done really sexy for this outing. Their dad looked great in his suit as well, but they looked even better as a couple. Their parents thanked them, all of them, for their compliments, and then they took Johnny and dropped him off at his friend's house, before they continued on to the church.

Prior to leaving the house, they told Tommy and Bryce that they probably wouldn't be home until after dark and reminded the boys to be good. Their parents left money for them to have a pizza delivered for dinner and they told the boys that they could make sandwiches for lunch. Tommy and Bryce said goodbye and waved to each of them as they left, and then they raced upstairs to Tommy's room, since they wanted to get in as many rounds of their own fun as they could.

The boys stripped completely when they entered Tommy's room and then they jumped on the bed and began wrestling and groping each other. They were having a great deal of fun just doing this, but then they finally decided it was time to get down to business. Bryce told Tommy he'd do him first and began to rub and stroke his ample package. As much as Bryce liked Johnny and enjoyed doing things with him, he really enjoyed Tommy's larger piece of meat and the fact that it shot nearly man-sized amounts of semen when he brought him to climax. Bryce thought that was probably the neatest part of all of this and he couldn't wait until he could produce that stuff for himself.

As he rubbed and manipulated Tommy's sensitive areas, Tommy's mast began to rise and harden, so Bryce began to tease it by rubbing the back of his hand all around it. Tommy was propped up on his elbows at this point and having fun watching Bryce, as he played with his little toy. He loved the way Bryce made this into a game, not just a 'do it and get it over with' type of operation. Bryce made it more fun than Johnny did, because Johnny was always in a hurry to make Tommy cum, so he could have his own turn.

By now, Bryce was playing around with various grips, first stroking Tommy with just a finger and his thumb and then adding a second finger and a third to the process. When he had done that for a little while, he cupped Tommy's woody in his palm, without wrapping his thumb around it yet. He massaged Tommy's penis like that for a while longer and each little change gave Tommy another new feeling. When Bryce began to notice the signs that Tommy was getting closer and closer to his ejaculation, he wrapped his thumb around the underside of the shaft and began to stroke Tommy in earnest.

By this point, Tommy had quit leaning on his elbows and was lying on his back, with his eyes closed. He was enjoying the physical sensations that were radiating outward from his groin, as Bryce's hand continued to move up and down the shaft.

Bryce's eyes remained glued to Tommy's face, as he watched the ever-changing expressions that his actions were eliciting. Tommy's face would go from relaxed and blissful looking to a slightly more tense and on the verge of climax expression, and then his face would scrunch up completely, as his body went rigid and he began to groan. At that moment, thin white strings of his seed began to burst from the tiny slit and glide in the air, before falling harmlessly upon his chest and abdomen.

Bryce didn't let up and continued to pump away at Tommy's penis, as he coaxed a few more drops of Tommy's baby-juice to ooze forth, and he would continue his actions even after the final drops had leaked from the tiny opening. Finally, he stopped and gazed at Tommy face again, while waiting for him to come down from his sexual climax.

It took a while for Tommy to return to the present again, because he wanted to enjoy every second of the warm and totally awesome feelings that made this activity so special and wonderful. He didn't want to let go of the glow he felt during and after ejaculation, preferring instead to maintain a sort of death-grip on the sensations that he enjoyed so well. Now, those feelings were fading and he was returning to the present, so he opened his eyes and saw Bryce's smiling face gazing down at him.

As soon as he was capable of speech, he thanked Bryce and told him what a fantastic job he had done, emphasizing that this one of the most pleasurable times he had ever enjoyed. Bryce's chest puffed out in pride after receiving this compliment from the older boy, and that made him feel better than Tommy could ever have imagined. After Tommy had recovered completely, he quickly cleaned up and the boys switched places. Then, Tommy tried to make Bryce feel as good as he had been made to feel.

Tommy didn't just focus on his crotch, however, and began by stroking Bryce's chest, as he cradled the boy's head in the crook of his arm. From there he moved down Bryce's body, first bypassing Bryce's midsection, as he stroked Bryce's outer and inner thigh. Bryce was enjoying this new activity, since he never had anyone pay attention to more than his small package or butt before, and he loved the feeling of Tommy's soft hand sliding over his own smooth skin. At about that same moment, Tommy leaned down and kissed Bryce, right on the lips, which caused Bryce's eyes to snap wide open and stare into the closed eyes of his friend.

Bryce was a little nervous at first, fearing that Tommy might be trying to take advantage of him now that they were alone, but he soon realized that Tommy was only being sincerely affectionate, so he began to relax once more. Bryce was enjoying the feeling of Tommy's moist lips against his own, but then he realized it wasn't just Tommy's lips he was feeling, but also Tommy's tongue, as it danced across and around his lips. Bryce had never experienced anything like this before, so at first he thought it was kind of gross, but then he began to enjoy its tender caress and the little tickling sensations it sent through his body. Without realizing what he was doing, he opened his mouth slightly and Tommy's tongue slipped inside, so it could explore the interior of Bryce's orifice. As Tommy's tongue glided around Bryce's tongue and teeth, Bryce's oral muscle began to spar with Tommy's, which allowed the two surfaces to glide against each other.

While their lips were locked together and their tongues dueled with each other, Tommy let his hand begin to explore Bryce's genitals, as he kneaded and massaged them to life. Bryce felt as if his body was on fire now and his temperature began to rise, due to the various stimulations and emotional bonding that was taking place. He felt Tommy's fingers begin to manipulate his little rod, as he stroked it up and down and sent tiny electrical impulses coursing through his midsection. Bryce was becoming very attached to Tommy, on more than just a physical level, but he also felt Tommy had more than just brotherly feelings for him too.

By this time, Bryce was trying to swallow Tommy's tongue and anything else his foster brother wanted to give him. He was feeling an extraordinary closeness to Tommy, the likes of which he had never felt before. His hips were bouncing up and down on the mattress and machine-gunning Tommy's fingers up and down on his little stalk. When those feelings overcame him and caused his body to become as stiff as a board, his little penis tried to spit out a fluid that it couldn't yet produce. Bryce held on to those feelings until he came crashing back to earth and then his body suddenly became limp and collapsed beneath his foster brother's delicate touch. The two boys stayed together, still hugging, kissing and enjoying each other's touch, until they decided it was time to go downstairs to eat.

They only put on their underwear, since it was just the two of them in the house and they were planning to go back up to Tommy's room for some more fun after they filled their stomachs. They made a sandwich each and Tommy pulled a bag of chips out of the cupboard to help fill them up. Bryce poured each of them a glass of milk and then they sat down and ate, while talking excitedly about what they had just done.

"Man, I love the way you make me feel when we do that," Tommy told Bryce. "Johnny does a good job too, but you make me feel so much better. It's not just that either, because I love to watch you while you're doing it. You seem like you're having fun and that just makes it even better for me."

"Thanks, and I like to do it too," Bryce confirmed. "Are we going to do it some more after we eat?"

"Of course we are, if you still want to," Tommy agreed.

"Oh, yeah, I do," Bryce concurred.

"Do you want to do it with our mouths this time?" Tommy followed.

"Yeah, I thought it was pretty neat when we did that before with Johnny," Bryce agreed, "but this time I want you to shoot in my mouth."

"Are you sure?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, I really want to try that," Bryce confirmed. "I've heard some of the older boys on the bus tell how they liked it when their girlfriends did it for them, so I want to do that for you too."

"You don't have to," Tommy told him.

"I know I don't have to, but I want to. I want to make you feel really good, like you made me feel when you kissed me." Bryce paused for a few seconds, before he spoke again. "Why did you do that?"

"Do what? Kiss you?" Tommy asked.

"Yeah, you've never done that before." Bryce countered.

"It's not that I didn't want to do it sooner, but I just wasn't sure how you or Johnny would react if I tried," Tommy stated. "I thought it was best to wait until we were alone, in case you didn't like it."

"But I did like it. I liked it a lot," Bryce confessed.

"Me too!" Tommy exclaimed. "Bryce, I just hope what we do can help to make up a little for how my dad treats you."

"You don't have to make up for him," Bryce told his foster brother. "You don't have anything to do with what your dad does."

"But it still makes me feel bad," Tommy admitted. "It's not fair and he's wrong, so I hope these things make it better for while you're here."

"It does, more than you'll ever know," Bryce concurred. "That's part of the reason I don't say anything about how your dad is and why I wouldn't let your mom find me a new home."

"I'm glad you didn't, 'cause I'd miss you… and Johnny would miss you too," Tommy confessed. "We don't want you to leave either."

Bryce's eyes were watering when he looked up at Tommy and he knew he couldn't speak. Instead, he just walked over and gave Tommy a hug, to let him know that he appreciated the compliment.

"You know, Johnny and I weren't too happy when Mom first told us that she was going to take in a foster child," Tommy admitted. "I guess we were afraid she'd get a girl or some nerd, but we liked you right from the start."

"I liked both of you too, and you were so nice for taking me to meet your friends and then letting me play with all of you," Bryce stated. "I was really nervous about coming here. I'd just had to leave my best friend, so I felt all alone, but you and Johnny made me feel better and helped me get over losing my other friend."

"Until my dad came home, right?" Tommy asked, while searching Bryce's face for the answer.

"Yeah, I guess so," Bryce agreed. "I really wasn't expecting him to be like that, not after the rest of you had been so nice to me. I didn't know what to do or how to react to him."

"I guess I know why he did it, although I still think he was wrong," Tommy acknowledged. "He is just trying to protect Johnny and me, in his own way, but he certainly didn't need to be so mean to you."

"I can't really blame him, 'cause I'd want my dad to protect me too, so I don't hate him or anything," Bryce added, magnanimously. "I just wish he would have started to love me that much too."

"He will, as soon as he gets to know you," Tommy added. "Just give him some more time."

"I will, but I think his mind is made up," Bryce admitted. "I don't think he'll ever see me as more than someone who wants to take what you have."

"But you're not like that," Tommy insisted. "Heck, you wouldn't even take enough food to fill you up. He'll see that after a while, because my dad really is a nice guy."

"I know he is, and I'm glad he loves you and Johnny so much that he would try to protect you like this," Bryce confessed, "so I don't hate him."

"I would, if he treated me that way," Tommy confirmed.

"Maybe, but I can't, mostly because he's doing it to show his love for you," Bryce told him. "I don't think he's completely wrong for doing that."

"Well, you're much nicer than I am then," Tommy teased.

By this time, the boys had finished their lunch, so they began to clean up quickly and put the dishes in the sink, because they planned to wash them later with their dinner dishes. Now, they made their way back up to Tommy's room, excited about what they were going to do next, and they quickly shed their underwear again. They both hopped on the bed and Bryce made Tommy lie on his back, so he could crawl between Tommy's legs. He wasted no time in licking his scrotum and over the exterior of his penis, and he was pleased with his efforts when Tommy's penis began to rise. The harder it got, the more it stood up and the more Bryce licked it. He swirled his tongue around it, from side to side, and then he used his tongue to tease the slit in the helmet.

The way he was attacking Tommy's penis was similar to the way he enjoyed a candy cane at Christmastime, because he would lick up the length first and swirl his tongue around it, before sliding the entire thing into his mouth. Now, he was preparing to do the same thing to Tommy's erection. He opened his mouth wide, as wide as it would possibly go, and then he let his lips slip down the rubbery surface of Tommy's shaft. Bryce made sure to keep his teeth pulled back so they didn't scrape the skin, because he'd heard other boys say how that hurt when their girlfriends accidentally did it. Once Tommy's stiffy was totally in his mouth, Bryce let his tongue do whatever it wanted, as he began to nod up and down on that wonderful dick.

Bryce had only participated in oral sex a couple of other times, because this activity was something new the boys had just began to try, but he knew he loved doing this and was going to do it so well that Tommy would want to do it more and more often with him. He loved the feel of Tommy's cock sliding in and out of his mouth, although his jaws sometimes got sore, but it made him proud that he could give someone else so much pleasure from such a simple task.

Bryce continued to nod up and down on Tommy's erection, knowing he was producing the desired effect on his foster brother. He could tell this by listening to the noises Tommy was making. That wasn't his only clue though, because he could also tell by the way Tommy's hips catapulted upward, just before dropping back onto the mattress, as he tried to help Bryce's efforts. The closer Tommy got to his climax, the faster and harder his hips thrust up and down, as he rammed his penis down Bryce's throat. When Tommy felt his juices begin to travel out of his scrotum and start to rise through his shaft, he thought about pulling out of Bryce's mouth, but then he remembered Bryce's request, so he drove his hips upward one final time and let his juices explode into Bryce's waiting gullet.

Bryce was a bit overwhelmed by the amount of the first volley and gagged on it slightly. Reflexively, he let some of it escape from his mouth and roll down his chin, but then he began swallowing in earnest, while trying not to lose any more of this precious liquid. Bryce continued to suck and bob up and down on it, until Tommy grabbed Bryce's head and held it still, because his penis was becoming a bit sore from being overworked.

As Bryce finally released Tommy's deflating sausage from his lips, Tommy lifted up and looked squarely into Bryce's face. Through half-closed eyes, Tommy could see bits of his jizz still hanging from the corners of Bryce's mouth or running down his chin. He motioned Bryce forward, so his foster brother began to crawl toward him. When Bryce was close enough, Tommy grabbed him by the shoulders and pulled Bryce toward him, so he could lick the pearly droplets off Bryce's face.

When he had finished doing that, he gave Bryce a very sensual kiss, as his way of saying 'thank you.' Bryce liked what was happening and kissed Tommy back, so once more he was swapping tongues with his older friend. After that, they began to hug and stroke each other, as well as continuing to kiss. When they'd finally had enough, the two boys collapsed beside each other on the bed, mildly exhausted from that little workout. Finally, Tommy broke the silence.

"That was the best one yet," he said in a whisper. "I can't imagine it getting any better than that. I hope I can do it as well for you."

"I know you will, even though you don't have as much to work with," Bryce responded. "I wish I was as big as you and could shoot like you do."

"You'll do it soon enough, but you're still pretty advanced for your age," Tommy acknowledged. "You won't have anything to worry about when you're as old as Johnny or me."

"I hope not, but it seems like it's never going to happen." Bryce moaned.

"It will, but you just have to be patient," Tommy told him. "That's what everyone kept telling us."

"Who told you that?" Bryce wanted to know.

"Our older friends and the older brothers of our other friends," Tommy replied. "They told us we just had to wait until it was our time and they were right. The same thing will happen to you too."

"I certainly hope so," Bryce half-heartedly stated. "This is nice, but I know it will get even better when I can shoot like you do."

"Yeah, you're right about that," Tommy agreed.

Before long, Tommy had positioned Bryce on the bed and began to wash Bryce's genital area with his tongue, like a mother cat cleaning her kittens. This was a very enjoyable experience for Bryce, especially when Tommy ran his tongue over the surface of his tight little ball sack, and he agreed with Tommy's assessment that this was better than when they used their hands. When Tommy finally let Bryce's small penis slide into his mouth, he realized that he couldn't really bob up and down on it very well, so he decided to merely suck on it instead, sort of like trying to draw a thick milkshake up a straw.

Bryce reacted almost immediately and gave little grunts of approval, so Tommy continued to do this and only stopped long enough to nod up and down on it a few times for a change of pace. It didn't take long for Bryce to reach a powerful dry orgasm and he screamed out during his release. As soon as it was over, Bryce slumped back on the bed and didn't move a muscle for quite some time. After thanking Tommy for the first rate blowjob, the boys rested up and talked about a bunch of different things for a while longer. Then, they tossed on some clothes and went downstairs to do some other stuff. A couple hours later they called and ordered the pizza and were told that it would be delivered in 45 minutes to an hour. This was fine with them, so they put everything else on the table, so it would be ready for when the pizza arrived.

The boys were watching television when the doorbell rang, so Tommy grabbed the money off the table and raced to answer it. After paying and tipping the delivery man, something his mother had reminded him to do before she left, he carried the box into the dining room and then they sat down to eat. This was one of the few times that Bryce could remember when he could eat without being self-conscious about what he was doing. Since he was so relaxed, he got carried away and ate more than he should have. Now, he had this uncomfortable feeling, from his belly being overstuffed, so the boys decided to do something calm for the rest of the night.

They started out by playing double-solitaire and then they watched TV until it was time to go to bed. After the last show ended, they made their way upstairs. They were surprised that their parents weren't home yet, but they figured their mom and dad must be having a really good time and decided to stay a little longer. The boys agreed that would be a good thing, because maybe it would put their father in a better mood tomorrow. A short time later, they finally gave in to their weariness and went to bed, but not without enjoying one more round of oral sex first. Once that was over, Bryce went back to his own room and both boys fell asleep. It had been a grand day and one they would both remember for quite a while, because they didn't know when they'd get another chance to have a day like this again.

When their parents finally arrived home, they went up to their room to undress and got ready for bed themselves. Then, their father slipped into Tommy's room, in order to check on his son. On his way out of the room, he grabbed the camcorder he had set up in there earlier, to see if Bryce was taking advantage of things while he was gone. As he left his son's room, he grasped the camcorder in his left hand and headed downstairs, so he could scan through the recording without anyone else seeing what he was up to.

Chapter 7
Fallout

As he sat down and fast-forwarded through the recording, he slowed it to normal speed when he saw the boys enter the room. At first he wasn't too upset when he saw the boys performing mutual masturbation on each other, because he remembered when he and his friends had done similar things, but he began to lose control later, when he saw them kissing and then swapping blowjobs. He wanted to run upstairs, grab Bryce and throw him out of his house, but he knew he couldn't do that tonight. He had been talked into letting that faggy little bastard into their house and now he was corrupting his son and luring him into practicing depravity. He just couldn't allow that and felt he had to remove Satan's spawn from his home before he corrupted both of the boys for good. If his wife was awake when he went upstairs, then he'd tell her now, but everyone would know tomorrow that Bryce was on his way out and would be gone just as soon as he could arrange it.

The next morning, things got very tense around the breakfast table. Bryce's foster father had already informed his wife about the recording and had even made her watch it. Although she hated spying on the boys like this, let alone watching them in such intimate situations, she knew that her husband was not going to listen to reason on this one. She'd had her fill of listening to him rant and rave last night, before he came to bed, and she was surprised he hadn't awakened the boys with his bellowing. It took all her womanly wiles to keep him from exploding, but she couldn't stop him this morning, and he confronted Tommy about it, the minute he was awake.

He took Tommy downstairs, turned on the recording he had of the two of them and asked Tommy to explain what in the hell he thought he was doing. Tommy was furious that his father had not only set a trap for them, but he had recorded him in his own room. Tommy was not only livid, but he was also totally embarrassed when he discovered that his mother had watched the recording too. Now, he wouldn't even speak to his father or look him in the eye. He just ran up to his room and slammed the door, planning to stay in there for the rest of the day.

His mother went up to coax him out, but he wouldn't speak to her either. He was mortified that she had not only seen him naked, but she also watched Bryce and him together. Sure, she had seen his penis when he was younger, but not since he had reached puberty, but to see him enjoying sex with another boy, that was just too much for him to cope with. She brought up his breakfast and lunch to him and left everything in his room, hoping he would eat, but he only took a few bites throughout the day.

She did her best to try to talk to Tommy, so she could help heal the family, but he let her know that would never happen. He explained that if Bryce were forced to leave, although he hoped that wouldn't happen, he would never forgive his father for spying on him and then showing it to her too. He was angry now, but he informed her it would be even worse if his father blamed it all on Bryce and made him go. Now, she began to realize this was a major problem and some very raw wounds had been exposed that would not heal quickly. Tommy told her he might forgive his father some day for recording them, just not right away, but he'd never forgive him if he made Bryce leave. His mother realized that her husband would never give in on this, so now she began to worry about how her family was going to survive this crisis.

When Johnny got home, he walked into a hornet's nest, without any prior warning. He was surprised that Tommy hadn't come over to his friend's house to help his carry his stuff home, but he just assumed his brother was either sick or busy, so he thought nothing more about it, but now he discovered there was something else going on. Although his parents didn't opt to tell him what the problem was at this time, they did inform him that Bryce would be leaving and his father would be talking to him and Tommy again, once Bryce had departed.

After hearing this, Johnny went up to his room, but first he went in to talk to Tommy, to see if he could learn more about what this was all about. That's when he was told the brief version about what had happened. When Johnny asked how Bryce was doing, Tommy realized he hadn't actually thought about how Bryce might be feeling, since he was so focused on the fact that his father had been spying on him, in his own room no less, and his mother had seen him naked and doing stuff on the recording.

Now, the brothers talked about going to Bryce's room and asking him about it, but they were worried about how their father might respond, if he realized they were comforting Bryce. After some discussion, they decided they weren't about to let what their father MIGHT do stop them. They would do this together, because they were convinced that as long as they stuck together and remained united, the two of them could handle anything their father wanted to dish out. With a new determination, the brothers walked down to Bryce's room, to see how he was taking this. They both really liked Bryce and were worried about how he was handling what had happened.

Tommy knocked lightly on Bryce's door, but didn't get an answer, so he opened the door and peeked in. When Bryce didn't react, they went inside, with Johnny closing it behind them. Bryce didn't even turn to see who was there and merely lay on the cot, with his head buried, face down, in the pillow. The boys sidestepped closer to him in this narrow space and then they reached out, so they could lovingly touch him. This shocked Bryce and he spun around on the cot to see who was there, but he relaxed when he saw who it was. It was obvious that all three boys had been crying, because none of them wanted to be separated like this, but they weren't convinced they could find a way to keep it from happening.

Tommy and Bryce then filled Johnny in about the details of what he had missed out on and talked about what they might do next. They even discussed what they thought it was going to be like, if their father actually made Bryce leave. None of them were happy about this, but Tommy told the other two that he'd never forgive his father for having done this and that he'd never speak to him again. Johnny said that he'd do the same thing, but Tommy told him he didn't want him to get into trouble because of what he'd done and what he was about to do. Johnny said he didn't care if he got in trouble, so if Tommy wasn't going to speak to their dad, then neither would he.

It seemed the lines were now drawn in the sand, even though Bryce had tried to talk both of his foster brothers out of what they were planning to do. He didn't want to be responsible for driving a wedge between them and their father, because that was the sort of relationship he'd always wanted for himself. Unfortunately, he was ineffective in his efforts to convince them to forgive their dad and the two boys began to devise the strategy they were going to use against him.

The situation escalated at dinnertime, when the two boys came down to the table and declared their intentions. Seeing Tommy hadn't come downstairs all day, his parents were surprised to see him, but then he and Johnny marched up to their parents, looked their father in the eye, and Tommy began to speak.

"Johnny and I have talked this over and we've decided that if you send Bryce away, neither one of us will ever speak to you again."

His father stopped what he was doing and glared at his elder son, which sent an icy chills down the boy's spine. Both boys almost wilted right then and there, but Tommy summoned up his courage and glared back at his father.

"What did you just say?" his father demanded.

"You heard what I said," Tommy declared. "It's not fair and Bryce isn't at fault here. Johnny and I were doing those things before he even got here and we're the ones who taught him. You can't punish Bryce for what we taught him and what we all did."

Their father studied his two sons briefly, before he answered them.

"Nice try, guys, and I admire your loyalty and guts, but you two aren't homos and would never have known about those types of things. I know whom you really learned to do those things from and who is to blame. He must have picked that crap up at one of those other places he lived and then showed them to you. No, I'm not going to give in on this and he'll be leaving tomorrow or the day after."

"It's not fair," Johnny screamed next, "Tommy is telling you the truth. We've been doing those things for a while now and then we showed Bryce what we were doing after he got here. He wasn't the one that taught us."

"I cannot and will not believe that," their father shouted back. "There's no way that could have happened. Your mother is calling DSS first thing tomorrow morning and he'll be gone just as soon as they can come and get him."

"We're not kidding, Dad," Tommy shouted. "If you send him away, Johnny and I will never talk to you again."

"Don't you dare threaten me, young man!" his father warned him. "I make the rules in this house, not you. You will do as I say and I don't want to hear any more of your foolishness."

"I hate you," Tommy screamed at his father, with Johnny adding his "me too" right after him.

Their father's face was a bright crimson about then and he had all he could do not to reach out and slap both of his sons. The boys weren't budging though and his wife sat rigid at the other end of the table, her eyes bulging out and her mouth hanging open, afraid of what was going to happen next.

"That's it," their father shouted. "Both of you go to your rooms right now and I don't want to see you again until you stop questioning my decisions and can show some respect."

He was pointing for them to leave the room and the boys started to, but not without protesting first. Before he left the room, Tommy offered up a parting shot.

"Then you'll probably never see us again," he hissed.

That was the straw that broke the camel's back, and their father leaped from his chair, so he could chase after them and teach them a lesson. Just as he rose, his wife screamed.

"No! That's enough. You've already torn this family apart with your display of childish attitude and paranoia, but if you touch those boys, I'll be packing the three of us up and we'll leave - for good."

"So you want me to let them get away with talking back to me like that?" he asked.

"It would never have come to this, if you'd been acting like an adult since Bryce joined our family," she answered.

"Oh, so now it's my fault for wanting to protect my sons," he responded, in disbelief.

"It's your fault for making a mountain out of a molehill," he told him. "You perceived that boy as a threat even before he got here and worried that we would be spending money on him that should go to our boys. If the truth was told, you've actually been stealing from him. We haven't even spent the full amount of money on him that we got in the checks from DSS, so in reality, you've been taking from him, not the other way around! Even worse than that, you've been treating him like a slave.

"And the fact that you put a camera in Tommy's room to spy on them," she continued, "that is utterly indefensible. Maybe if we had suspected them of doing drugs, stealing from us or something like that, but you just put it in there because you wanted to see what they were up to. You stripped them of their right to privacy without cause, so I don't blame them for hating you for that. Let's face it, you've ruined your relationship with the entire family over this and none of us will ever have the same amount of respect for you that we once did."

"So you approve of them doing all that gay shit?" he challenged. "Damn it, they're only boys and they're going to do some sexual experimentation," she shot back. "How the hell would you have felt if your parents had filmed you doing shit like that?"

She paused to give him a chance to respond, but he couldn't come up with an answer.

"I only pray that you haven't permanently damaged their sexual development with your conduct and by making such a big deal over it. Let's face it, dear, you acted like an ass and left the boys very few options for how they might react to what you did."

"The hell with all of you then," he told her. "You can all leave if you want, but I want that little cocksucker out of here, as soon as possible. I will not back down and I will not change my mind. Those are my orders and I expect them to be followed."

"Oh, the king is giving us commands, is he?" she spat back, distastefully. "Well, you can count on this much, it will be the final command you ever give to any of us, your royal highness. We won't ever bow or scrape to you again, and I'll get Bryce out of here too, but not because you've ordered it. I'm only willing to do it to protect him, because I fear for his safety with you around. The boys and I will be leaving too and I'll take care of them by myself from now on. As far as I'm concerned, you can have your castle, because you've single-handedly managed to destroy our family."

"I didn't do that and you're not blaming ME for it," he replied. "You were the one who did that when you brought an outsider into our home."

"No, you can't blame it on that, because the rest of us have had no problems with him being here," she pointed out. "You were the only one with a problem, most likely something related to an emotional trauma you suffered during potty training."

"I don't have to listen to this shit. This is my house," he stated.

"Check the mortgage papers, sire," she said, mockingly. "The deed has both of our names on it, not just yours, but I'll happily sign my share over to you, if it would guarantee that you'd grow up or gain some common sense."

With that, his wife stormed out of the room and went up to talk to the boys. They were all in Johnny's room crying and trying to comfort each other about what was happening. Their mother came in, sat on the bed and then asked them all to sit beside her. When they did, she put her arms around them and tried to calm them down.

"Can't you talk Dad out of this?" Johnny asked her.

"I don't think I can," she told them, "but I also think it will be best for Bryce to leave."

"You agree with Dad?" Tommy screamed, incredulously.

"No, I don't, but I'm afraid it will get even worse for him if he stays," she answered. "If he remains here now, especially if it happens because we made your father back down, then your dad will treat him ten times worse than he did before. No, it's really better for Bryce if he leaves, because I'm truly worried about his safety."

"No, Mom, you can't make him go," Tommy pleaded. "He's our brother now and you wouldn't send one of us away, would you?"

Bryce jumped in at this point and saved her from having to answer that no-win question.

"Your mother's right and I'll be fine," he told them. "I don't want to leave you either, but your dad would really be after me now. This was only temporary anyway, because they didn't have enough foster homes in my county, but I thank you for sticking up for me like that. I don't want to be the one to cause you guys to fight and argue, so it's best that I leave."

"No way," Tommy told him, "it wasn't you who caused this fight and even if you do leave, we won't ever forgive Dad, not this time. Whether you leave or stay, I no longer have a father."

"Me either," Johnny added. "This really sucks. We got somebody to live here that we really liked and got close to, but then Dad has to go and ruin it for us."

"Boys, we're going to be leaving for a while too, once Bryce is gone," their mother told them, "I'm not sure if it will be permanent or just until your father calms down. I suspect you'll eventually forgive him for his stupid stunts, but I think that will happen faster if we're not around each other for a while. You know he loves you, in his own warped way."

"Maybe he loves us, but you're wrong, Mom. I won't ever forgive him for this," Tommy reiterated. "He spied on me in my own room, the place that I'm supposed to be free to do things in private. How would he like it if we put the camcorder in your room and then watched you two making love?"

"Well that's not quite the same thing, dear, but I get your point," his mother told him.

"It IS the same and he'd explode if anyone did that to him, so I won't ever speak to him again," Tommy stated once again. "I know you don't think I can do that, but you just watch. I won't even go visit him in the hospital if something happens to him and I won't go to his funeral when he dies."

"Tommy, that's a terrible thing to say," she warned him.

"Maybe, but I mean every word of it," he stated, without backing down. "Let's leave and go find a place of our own, without Dad."

"We're going to leave for a while and I'm going to consider our options," she replied. "Whether I file for divorce and we move away from here permanently is still up in the air. We all have a lot to consider and we shouldn't be making any decisions in the heat of the moment."

"Dad did," Tommy challenged. "He didn't stop and think anything over or listen to whatever we had to say. As far as I'm concerned, I'd be a lot happier getting away from him for good."

"Me too," Johnny added, "and then we could take Bryce with us."

Their discussion continued for a while longer, but what none of them realized was that their father had quietly crept up the stairs and was standing in the hallway outside the door. He had heard most of this exchange, so now he was hurting, once he realized how deeply his boys actually despised him now. Even though this bothered him, he figured they'd eventually get over it, but he was convinced he was doing the right thing and it was for their own good, so he wasn't about to give in and change his stance. Silently, he tiptoed down to his room, went inside and noiselessly shut the door. Then he lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying the comments he had heard everyone make earlier.

The rest of the evening was the longest and most unsettling any of them had ever experienced, but everyone seemed to be sticking to their guns. The boys tried to spend as much time together as they could, since they figured that if they were going to be separated then they'd make the most of the time they still had. Tommy and Johnny didn't care whether their father liked this or not, they were doing this for Bryce and themselves. They did this in Johnny's room, because his room was the one that was farthest away from their parents' bedroom. The three of them even agreed to spend the night together, sleeping in Johnny's bed.

Tommy and Bryce had closed the doors to their rooms before they left, to give the illusion that they were in there, and then they all gathered in Johnny's room. Once they were all inside, they took the chair from his desk and wedged the back of it under the doorknob, so no one could intrude on them or do any more spying. They didn't need to worry, however, because their parents were preoccupied with their own problems. Seeing their father was already in the bedroom, their mother grabbed a blanket and a pillow before heading downstairs, where she slept on the sofa. That gave both their mother and father enough to worry about, so they didn't even think about the boys.

The boys didn't do anything sexual that evening, because they were too upset and too afraid that they'd end up making matters worse, but they did put Bryce in the middle, so the three of them could cuddle together. Their bodies managed to intertwine during the evening, as they tossed and turned in their sleep, and they would have resembled a litter of puppies to anyone that looked in on them. Each of them awoke periodically throughout the night, sometimes after a bad dream and sometimes just because of the uncertainty over what was going to happen next. None of them was very rested when they awoke the next morning, but they waited until they were sure their father had left for work before they would even go downstairs for breakfast. It was a very somber time for all of them.

While they were eating, Bryce asked his foster mother a question.

"Should I pack my things to take with me?" he wanted to know.

"No, dear. Nothing will happen until you return home from school," she replied, "and we're not even certain if anything will happen today. I think it would be best if we just left everything where it is right now, but it is time for the three of you to get ready for school."

Once the three boys were ready to leave, they ambled out of the house and waited in silence for the bus. Their friends were unaware of what had happened and tried to joke around with them on the bus, but none of them were in the mood for such things. Johnny quickly told the others to knock it off, but then he explained the reason they were all bummed out. It was very difficult for him to verbalize this to their friends and admit that their father was making Bryce leave.

When the other boys asked why their father was doing this, Tommy told them that their father never wanted to take in a foster child and didn't want anyone but family staying there. When they asked why he did it in the first place then, Tommy told them his father had given in to their mother, since she had wanted more children. The other boys seemed to accept this, although they did comment that it stunk, before they all told Bryce how much they'd miss him. They also stated that they hoped he didn't have to go too far away and was still able to go to school with them.

Tommy, Johnny and Bryce went through the rest of the day like zombies and didn't remember much about what went on in any of their classes. They were all just as quiet on the bus ride home, so when the bus pulled up at their stop, the three of them got off and silently shuffled their way toward the house. The minute they walked through the door, their mother greeted them and relayed the news they'd all been dreading. That's because she advised Bryce that he needed to run upstairs and pack up his belongings, because his caseworker would be coming by to pick him up in the following morning. Bryce tried not to react to this news, but it was impossible to miss the sad expression that suddenly came over his face after he'd been told this. Try as he might, it was the one thing he couldn't manage to hide.

He ran upstairs quickly, but the moment he reached the top of the landing, he could hear how his foster brothers were handling this news downstairs. They completely lost it and an emotional outburst ensued.

"Mom, can't you make it so he can stay?" Johnny pleaded.

"Please, Mom, we'll do anything, just don't let him go," Tommy added.

Bryce could tell that both boys were crying. He could hear it in their voices. Their mother also had to deal with the pitiful looks on her sons' faces and seeing them looking so sad nearly broke her heart. Although she would have liked to be able to change things, she knew that would be unfair to Bryce and he'd be the one to suffer, even more than he already had. No matter how much she might have liked to have him stay, she knew it couldn't be.

"I'm sorry, boys, but there's nothing I can do now," she stated, in a very soft voice. "Your father's mind is made up and the caseworker has been notified, so all I can do now is try to find out where he's going to be living, so maybe I can take you to visit him from time to time."

"That will be nice, but I'd rather have him here," Johnny told her.

"And I hate Dad," Tommy spat out. "I don't care what you say or do to me, I still hate him."

After saying that, he raced up the stairs and into Bryce's room. Bryce had just finished putting his things into the trash bag he had used when he had moved here, and Tommy plopped down on the cot, sobbing hysterically. Bryce tried to console him, which seemed like a reversal of roles, but Tommy wasn't buying any of that. Before long, Johnny was in there with them and the tears were streaming down his face as well. Eventually, their mother showed up too and did her best to console the trio.

"Tommy and Johnny, I want you both to go to you room and pack up as many of your clothes as you can in your suitcase, because we're going to be leaving," she advised them. "We'll all spend the night at a motel and then come back here in the morning, because the caseworker will be picking Bryce up here. Then, we're going to go stay with my parents for a while."

"Did you tell them what Dad did?" Tommy asked.

"Yes, your grandma and grandpa understand what's been going on here," she confirmed.

"Did you tell them what we did too?" Tommy screamed.

"No, I only told them that your father was throwing Bryce out and that we were all upset and needed some time to be away from him," she explained

"So you didn't tell them about the sex stuff and you're not going to show them the video?" Tommy pressed.

"No, dear! I would never do that," she responded. "Besides, I already made sure that recording has been erased."

After hearing this, Tommy began to calm down a little and then Johnny and he went to pack their clothes and a few other things they wanted to take with them, in a suitcase. After they left his room, Bryce turned and spoke to his foster mother.

"Please don't do this because of me," he pleaded. "I don't want to be the cause of your family breaking apart."

"Don't worry, dear, you aren't," she told him. "It's my husband who created this mess, but I do feel that he and the boys should be apart for a while, if they have any chance of getting over this. I just wish I could take you with us."

"Don't worry about me, because I'll do fine," Bryce assured her, "but I'm worried about Tommy and Johnny. They need to be close to their father."

"They always have been, and it's sweet of you to think of them before yourself, but I'm not sure if that's possible any longer," she confessed. "They might eventually calm down and maybe even forgive him, but I'm not so sure they'll ever idolize their father the same way they used to. He's made some major blunders and he'll probably end up paying very dearly for everything he's done."

"Are you planning to leave him for good?" Bryce wondered.

"I'm not sure yet, but I definitely will, if he continues to act like an ass." She answered, and then she hesitated for a second before she spoke again. "Excuse my language, dear, but there was no better way I could have said that."

Bryce just nodded in understanding.

"Are you sure he'll let you come back, if you leave now?" Bryce asked her.

"I'm not positive, but I don't really believe he wants this family to break apart either," she observed. "He's just a chauvinist and a despot. He's stuck in the past and was raised to glorify the time when men were the unquestioned masters over nearly everything within their domain, and he doesn't realize that society and time have passed him by. He'll learn eventually, but it's just that I'm not certain how long it will take."

"But what if he doesn't learn or give in?" Bryce pressed.

"Then he'll probably be left totally alone," she answered. "My parents will help the boys and me, so we'll be fine, but my husband's fate will be totally in his own hands."

Bryce was about to say something more, but Tommy and Johnny returned at that moment, so he let it drop. They all took their things downstairs and he helped his foster family load their belongings into the family car. Then, all got in the car and drove away.

Bryce's foster mother had reserved two rooms, one for the boys and another for her. After settling in, they talked for a while and watched some television, before she took them out to eat. After dinner, they talked about a lot of different things, but mostly about trying to keep in touch and reassuring each other that everything would be fine.

After their mother went back to her room, the boys decided to enjoy their final round of oral sex with each other, before they cleaned up and turned in for the night. Bryce tried to remember every detail of what he was doing this time and opted to do both of his foster brothers himself, so they'd all have this final session to remember about their time together. Once they'd all climaxed, the hopped into bed together, with Bryce in the middle again. After shedding a few more tears over what was about to happen, they slept cuddled together for the remainder of the night.

The following morning, their mother called their room to wake them and then they got dressed, so they could return home. Their father's car was gone by the time they got there, so they went inside and their mother fixed them breakfast. After they'd eaten, they sat together on the sofa commiserating about what was going to happen next.

When his caseworker arrived to pick-up her charge, Bryce placed his things in her vehicle and then he kissed his foster mother and then he hugged her and his foster brothers, before he joined his caseworker in the front seat. Bryce looked out the side window as they were driving away and the members of his foster family were all waving at him as they drove away. Bryce waved back and then he saw them all get into their car again, because they were heading to their grandparents, instead of going to school today. He saw the car doors all close, just before the vehicle he was in turned the corner and he couldn't see them any longer.

As they drove along, the caseworker tried to engage Bryce in conversation, but he was too lost in his own thoughts. He couldn't help but feel responsible for breaking the family up and causing the boys and their father to have an argument. Although he knew it wasn't totally his fault, he still felt badly about what had happened.

As he was thinking about that, Bryce became aware that his caseworker was telling him something about his new foster home. From what he'd heard, he realized he wasn't going back to his old county and that he wasn't staying in this county either. He was being placed in another county, in a home for boys considered to be sexual predators. She said she didn't understand the reasoning behind this, especially after seeing how his foster mother and brothers had seemed to be fond of him, but those were her instructions and she had to follow them.

Bryce was shocked when he heard where he was going, because he didn't think he was a sexual predator, but it convinced him that his former foster father must have also talked to DSS. He was positive his foster mother would never have told them about any of that. All he could do now was hope that this was a fairly decent place and not like a prison.

It seemed as if it took forever to get there and it was way out in the country, far away from everything else, so it became very clear that they didn't want these kids that they considered to be sexual predators to be too close to anyone else. From the looks of it, there wasn't a home within a couple of miles of this place and the house was set a long way back from the road. As they drove up the lengthy, dirt driveway leading up to the house, Bryce strained to see whatever he could. It looked as if they grew crops here, maybe for their own use, and there was a barn, but Bryce wasn't sure if there were any animals in it. As they got closer to the place, he could make out the house, but it didn't seem all that nice on the outside. The paint was peeling, the porch was in need of repair and there was junk lying all around. It wasn't what he hoped for, but he'd make do, as long as his foster parents and the other foster children were willing to accept him.

After the car came to a stop and the caseworker turned off the engine, they got out and he followed his caseworker to the front door. A rather large, and somewhat unkempt, bear of a man greeted them. Bryce's caseworker introduced both herself and Bryce to the gentleman, so it was obvious that she didn't know him either, and then they went out to retrieve Bryce's belongings from the vehicle, so they could take them inside. Once Bryce and the man got all of his belongings out of her car, the caseworker said goodbye to Bryce and his new foster father and then she got back in her vehicle and drove off.

The man never said a word to Bryce and just started walking toward the house. Bryce figured he was supposed to follow him, so that's what he did. Once they were inside, Bryce tried to talk to him and asked how many other kids lived here, but the man only told him they were at school and he'd see them after they got back.

The man didn't show him around or anything, so Bryce asked what he was supposed to do next. The man pointed in a direction and told Bryce that he could go into the living room. Bryce headed in the direction the man had pointed and went into the room and sat on a chair, but he didn't move or do anything, because he was kind of scared about how this guy might respond. He did look around a bit from where he was sitting and determined that the inside of the house looked much nicer than the outside. The furniture was decent, they had a big-screen TV and the area was fairly clean and neat. One thing he did notice, however, was that there were no pictures anywhere that he could see, no photos of the family or of any the kids that lived here, so he felt there wasn't a lot of love or caring to be found here. If there were, then there would have been pictures everywhere, to show how much he loved his family and all of their foster children.

Around noon, his new foster father called Bryce out to the kitchen and slid some lunchmeat, mustard and a loaf of bread in his direction and told him to make himself a sandwich for lunch. Then, he told Bryce that he could get something to drink out of the fridge. As Bryce opened the door and looked inside, he could see that there was milk, juice and a pitcher of Kool-Aid, so he grabbed the latter and asked where the glasses were. The guy pointed to a cupboard, to indicate which one contained the glassware, so Bryce opened the cabinet, grabbed a glass and filled it up. Then, he went over to the table in the dining room and sat down to eat.

Bryce finished his lunch and went back into the living room, where he planned to wait until the others got home from school. After a while, the guy came in, gave him the remote for the TV and told him he could watch whatever he wanted. This helped pass the time more quickly, until Bryce heard the bus' brakes screech, as it brought the big yellow vehicle to a halt out in front. Before long, several young men were bolting into the house, causing a great deal of commotion.

"Is he here yet?" one of them screamed out, before he noticed Bryce sitting in front of the television.

A group of boys then walked into the living room, looked him over and sized him up. Most of these boys were older than Bryce, the youngest one being maybe thirteen, and Bryce realized he was the youngest and smallest of the group. Well, it was only logical he concluded, if he had thought about it in depth, that any kids considered to be sexual predators would most likely be older than him, because how many younger children have even been introduced to sex yet?

Bryce felt a little uncomfortable with all of these boys looking him over and he could see some of them snicker or heard them whisper to one of the others as they did this. Bryce wasn't sure what was going on, but he didn't think it was good. One of the boys asked his name, so he told him, and then a couple of them told him their names in response. This gave Bryce enough courage to ask a question, so he spoke to one of the boys who had told him his name.

"I've met our foster father, but where is our foster mother? I haven't met her yet," he stated.

"We ain't got no foster mother," the kid said, while chuckling. "There's only Big John and us."

"Who's Big John?" Bryce asked, naively.

"That big guy over there, the one you just called our foster father," he replied.

"You mean he isn't married?" Bryce countered, amazed.

"Hell, no! He don't even like women," the kid shot back.

Now, all of the boys were laughing.

"Then how did he become a foster parent?" Bryce asked, innocently enough.

This question caused most of the boys to roar with laughter again.

"Big John has lots of friends, some who are kind of important around here, and they're the ones that helped to make sure Big John was in charge of this place. They did it because they don't like women that much either or they just like a change of pace every now and then."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bryce snapped back.

"Oh, you'll find out soon enough," the boy stated, with an evil chuckle, "but you don't have to worry about that yet."

"I wasn't worried. I just wanted to know," Bryce told him.

"Well, you'll find out when the time is right and Big John thinks you should know," was the boy's answer.

Big John came into the room about that time and told two of the younger boys to take Bryce and show him around the place. Bryce followed them outside, but turned to look back before they had gone very far. When he did, he saw Big John standing on the front porch, talking excitedly to some of the other boys, but he didn't think much of it at the time. He just followed his two 'guides,' and tried to learn more about his new home and surroundings.

Chapter 8
More than meets the eye

During his tour, Bryce got up the courage to ask his guides other questions about his new home.

"What types of work do we have to do around here?" he wanted to know.

"We have to do lots of different things," the first boy told him. "We help take care of all of the animals and we have to feed most of them. You will have to do different things at different times. Sometimes you might have to milk the cows, and you might have to feed them too, if they aren't let out to pasture. You could be assigned to feed the hogs and turnkeys and then another time you might be asked to feed the chickens and collect the eggs. You might also have to groom the horses and brush them down after they've been ridden, but the worst job is if you have to clean out the barn. That means you end up shoveling shit, I mean manure."

"Same difference," the other boy interjected.

"Aw, that doesn't sound so bad," Bryce observed.

"It's not exactly fun, but that's not all we do," the other boy told him. "We also have to help with the planting and harvesting of the corn and we have to take care of the garden for the house too. During the summer, we also have to help with the haying, so we have something to feed the cows and horses during the winter."

"At least it isn't housework," Bryce said, with a grin.

"Oh, we have to do that too," the boy added. "We are supposed to clean the house, wash the dishes, do the laundry, help fix meals, set the table and take out the trash."

"You mean everyone has to do all of those things?" Bryce asked, surprised.

"Not exactly. You'll be assigned different things to do at different times, but you won't do everything at once," came the reply. "You'll probably get some of the housework to start with and maybe have to take care of the chickens."

"But you'll have to help with the crops and garden too," the second boy added, "but the older boys do most of the hardest work and they also take care of the bigger animals."

"Well, it sounds hard, but not all that bad," Bryce told them, while trying to remain positive about his new home. "Does Big John treat everyone fairly?"

The two boys looked at each other and grinned, before one of them responded to Bryce's question.

"Oh, yeah. Big John makes sure we all get treated about the same," he stated.

Bryce thought his answer might also contain some sort of hidden meaning in it, but he didn't' dare ask about something like that just yet, so he let it drop. As he stood there thinking, one of his guides spoke.

"We'd better get back up to the house, because it's getting close to dinnertime and there will be jobs for all of us to do," he advised Bryce. "I don't want to get into trouble for not doing my share."

"Would Big John punish you?" Bryce wondered.

"Oh, yeah. He sure would," the boy replied.

"What would he do to you?" Bryce asked next.

"That depends on how bad whatever you did was, but I don't think you'd want to find out, so let's get going," the boy suggested.

"Please, just tell me what he might do," Bryce insisted.

"Well, one thing he likes to do if you're bad is that he'll make you drop your pants and bend over a chair," the boy began. "He'll have other boys hold you down while he hits your bare ass with his belt. It's wide and thick and it really hurts. It can leave welts and cuts on your bottom too, especially if you've really pissed him off."

"I don't like the sound of that, so let's get going," Bryce urged.

The boys raced back to the house and were greeted by Big John. He didn't seem angry, but he started to tell the boys what they were to do next. As everyone went about doing their jobs, Bryce tried to watch each of the various boys, so he could begin to gauge them as they worked. He noticed that most of the boys went about their duties without a second thought about what they were doing, but they also put a great deal of energy into their task. He noticed some of the older boys were in the kitchen, doing the cooking, while he and his two guides were asked to set the table, after they had cleaned up. Some of the others had different jobs, like doing the laundry, putting the clothes away or cleaning different parts of the house. It wasn't too long after they finished their chore that it was announced that dinner was ready. Bryce was then led into the dining room, shown which chair he was to sit in and then they all sat down to eat.

Dinner wasn't half bad, but it also wasn't anything fancy. There was plenty of it and no one said anything if someone took more, as long as he finished what was on his plate. This was definitely different than what Bryce had encountered at his last foster home, although he still missed his former foster mother and foster brothers. He also wondered how Tommy, Johnny and their mother were making out, now that they had left their father and husband. He still felt bad that he was at least partially to blame for what happened to their family, so he hoped someday he could see them all again and possibly be able to do something to make up for the mess he had helped to create. He didn't know what he could possibly do, but he hoped he would be able to think of someway he could make amends.

As dinner continued, the boys began to talk about their day and Bryce got to learn a little bit more about them. He knew some of the boys appeared to be pretty tough, but they still seemed friendly enough, so he wasn't too concerned about getting along here. Once dinner was over, some of the boys, including Bryce, cleared the table and scraped off the plates, although no one left much behind, and then some of the other boys set about washing the dishes and putting them away. It all went very quickly and quite smoothly, and no one complained about what they were asked to do. Bryce thought it wasn't all that bad here, because this time he wasn't expected to do all of the work by himself.

As he was finishing up his chores, Bryce heard a couple of the older boys talking to Big John. He wasn't sure what they meant by their comments and what they said left him wondering what they were up to, after he overheard them ask Big John a question.

"When do we get to break him in?" someone asked.

After thinking about this for a second, Bryce felt they wanted to know when they could teach him the various jobs that he was expected to do, so now he began to wonder which of the jobs he would be assigned on a regular basis. That was, until he heard Big John's reply.

"I guess we could begin his training later tonight," Big John answered.

"Who will be doing it?" someone else asked.

"I'll think about that and let you know," Big John informed him.

Bryce had no idea what to expect now, but he was fairly certain that it didn't have to do with what jobs he would be doing around the house. If that were the case, then why would they wait until later tonight to go over this with him? If he was going to be taking care of some of the animals, wouldn't it make more sense to do it while it was still light out?

Since he didn't know what else to do, Bryce decided to go upstairs and begin unpacking his things in his bedroom. His guides had shown him the way there earlier and had helped him carry his things up to his room, when they went to clean up for dinner. He was told that he would be sharing the room with one of his guides and this boy had been the youngest kid in the house before Bryce got there.

After making his way there, Bryce began to unpack his belongings and put them away. He had been told which dresser was his and which half of the closet he could use. After he finished doing that, he lay on his bed and waited for whatever would happen next. The only light currently illuminating the room was the small amount of sunlight coming through the window. As he stared at the ceiling, Bryce began to wonder how he was going to get along here and if this would work out better for him than the rest of the places he had been.

After he thought about it for a while, he turned his attention to his new roommate and thought about how they were going to get along. The boy had introduced himself as Cam earlier, when he and the other boy were showing Bryce around, and he explained his name was short for Cameron. Bryce began thinking about him and wondering if they might even become friend and if he'd ever feel as close to him as he had to Tommy and Johnny, or even the time before with his best friend, Greg. Bryce must have drifted off while he was considering these things, because the next thing he remembered was the light being turned on in his room and someone calling out,

"He's in here guys." Someone shouted.

Bryce slowly wiped the sleep from his eyes, only to discover four of the other boys had entered his room. Along with Cam, his thirteen-year old roommate, he saw the other boy who had shown him around earlier with Cam, along with two of the older boys. He wasn't sure what they were doing here or if they wanted something, but he sat up on his bed, with his back propped against the wall, kind of for protection.

"What's the matter, little buddy?" one of the older boys began. "Were you tired?"

"I must have been a little tired," he stated, "because I fell asleep after I unpacked my things."

"Is something else bothering you?" the boy followed. "The way you've propped yourself up in the corner tells me you either don't trust us or you don't like it here."

Bryce wasn't sure how he should react or respond to this comment, so he thought he'd better play it safe.

"No, it's neither of those things," Bryce told him. "I just sat up to see what you guys wanted, is all?

"Well, I'm glad you're all rested up now," the other older boy added, "cuz you're about to get a little workout."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Bryce demanded, as his mind started racing over a number of possibilities.

"Oh, you'll see. It's just another of the little jobs you have to do around here, to help make this place profitable," the second boy answered.

"What's profit got to do with a foster home?" Bryce asked, not realizing how naïve he really was.

"Well, Big John isn't taking us in just cuz he's a nice guy," the first boy announced. "He's doing this because it helps to support him in a fairly comfortable lifestyle and so he doesn't have to go out and work some other lame ass job."

Now, Bryce didn't know what to think. He was surprised to learn that his new foster father was only doing this for some kind of profit, but Bryce found it hard to believe that he could be making very much from the checks he was getting from DSS, the few animals they were raising or the crops they were growing. So where was this money coming from?

"Ok, guys," the oldest boy began, "it's time to teach Bryce about what else he's going to be doing from now on."

Bryce didn't like the sound of that, but he liked it even less when he saw the two oldest boys start to move in his direction. He tried to stand on the bed, so he could fight them off or make a move for the door, but then they grabbed a hold of him and held him in place, while the younger pair blocked the door. Before long the oldest boy held both of Bryce's arms pinned behind his back, while the other older boy and Steve, his other former guide, grabbed a leg each. Even though Bryce fought against them, he couldn't get away and realized there would be no sense in calling out for help. Big John had obviously organized this little welcoming committee, so Bryce kept his mouth shut, although he continued to struggle to get away.

"Calm down, kid. It will be easier for you that way," the oldest boy told him. "We've all gone through this and now it's your turn. Ok, Cam. Undo his pants and pull them down."

As Cam hesitantly moved toward Bryce's midsection, Bryce looked at him and spoke.

"Why are you doing this? What have I done to you?" he demanded.

"You haven't done anything, and like Derrick said, we've all had to go through this," Cam replied. "Just relax and don't fight it. It will hurt less that way."

"Hurt? What are the hell are you planning to do to me?" Bryce shouted back.

"You'll find out soon enough," the next older boy told him. "Just try to relax and you might even enjoy this."

Bryce knew this wasn't going to be anything he'd enjoy or appreciate. Suddenly, images of Maury and what the bastard had done to him began to pop into his head. Yes, these were all boys and none of them were probably as big as Maury, and Bryce had grown a lot since then, but he wasn't looking forward to having this done to him again, if that's what they were planning.

Somewhat reluctantly, it seemed, Cam stepped forward, unsnapped Bryce's jeans and unzipped them. Then he began to pull them down, until Bryce's jeans were below his knees, and then he reached up and grasped the waistband of Bryce's briefs. Cam began to pull them down as well, until they were below his knees too. The other three boys were still gripping Bryce's legs and arms, and Bryce continued to struggle to break free, but now his groin was completely exposed and the other boys were all staring at what he had.

"Not bad," the boy Cam had called Derrick commented. "Some of Big John's friends will really get off on him. He doesn't even have any hair yet, so they will definitely like that."

"Yeah, he's sweet and innocent looking, and that will really turn them on," the other older boy added, "but we better get him broken in for what they'll want to do to him. If we don't, they'll end up tearing him apart."

Bryce no longer had any questions about what was going to happen to him now, because it definitely was sounding like a repeat of living with Maury. Obviously, Big John and some of his friends liked to have sex with young boys, so he took in boys who had been labeled as being sexual predators, so he and the other men could use them to satisfy their depraved desires. It looked as if Big John and his friends were the sexual predators and the boys were their prey.

Eventually, each of the boys holding Bryce's legs grabbed him above the knees, so Cam could pull his jeans and underwear completely off. Once Bryce was completely naked below the waist, Derrick started giving everyone new instructions.

"Cam, I want you to grab the leg that Butch has been holding and don't let it go," he ordered. "Butch once Cam has that leg, you come up here and grab his arms."

The two boys did as they were told, and soon they were all in these new positions. At this point Derrick spoke again.

"Hold him until I sit on the bed and then lead him over here and lay him across my lap," he ordered.

Once Derrick had sat down, Bryce was forced to move over next to him and then Derrick spoke again.

"Ok, lift his legs a little and make him lay him across my lap," he told them,

Even though Bryce was struggling, they were able to put him in that position and then Derrick began giving new directions.

"Okay, Butch, give me his arms again, but one at a time," Derrick ordered.

Once Derrick had both of Bryce's arms again, he secured them against Bryce's back and pinned them in place with one of his hands. Once he was convinced Bryce wouldn't break free, Derrick spoke again.

"Butch, go back and grab the leg Cam has been holding and then we'll start getting Bryce ready." He told him.

Bryce continued to put up a little bit of a tussle, but he was beginning to realize his efforts were futile. He began to calm down, because he figured that if he didn't end up doing what they had planned for him now, then they, or Big John, would just beat the crap out of him and then force him do it later. Once he accepted this inevitability, he lay quietly on Derrick's lap and let them do what they had planned.

Although Bryce wasn't sure where he came up with it, Derrick had some kind of lube and began smearing a bunch of it around Bryce's rectum. Once the outside was covered, he began to use his finger to spread it not only a round the opening, but he also began to shove his finger up Bryce's ass. Instinctively, Bryce sphincter tried to keep the finger out, so Derrick slapped his butt cheek and spoke.

"Just relax and it won't hurt," he told Bryce, in a soothing voice. "We've all gone through this and we've all survived. Besides, it won't be as bad, if you don't try and fight it. Just push out a little, like you're taking a crap."

Bryce knew he was right, from his time with Maury, and concluded that he'd suffered through worse before, so he tried to relax and did what he was told. He concluded that it was going to happen sooner or later anyway, so he probably wouldn't get hurt as badly if he didn't try to fight it.

After the boy ran his finger around the puckered lips of Bryce's hole again, he slowly pushed that finger against the opening. Bryce barely moved this time and even pushed out a little, as Derrick had suggested.

As Derrick slowly finger fucked him, the boys were all glad to see that Bryce was being cooperative now.

"See, it's not so bad," Derrick told him. "Just stay relaxed like this and it will be over sooner than you know."

Bryce tried to think of other things while this was going on, so he could mentally remove himself from what was happening to him. After thinking about it for a few seconds, he decided to just pretend it was Tommy and Johnny who were doing this to him, because that didn't seem as bad. At least he had feelings for them and would have done it with them, if they had asked, but he just didn't want to acknowledge that he was being forced into doing this again.

Before long, he became aware of the fact that Derrick was trying to work his hole with a couple of fingers now, so Bryce pushed out again and let them enter. A short time later, they were sliding in and out of him, and then Derrick began twisting them around. This stretched his elastic opening even further, as Derrick got him ready to have something else shoved up there.

"Ok, Cam, you go first," Derrick announced. "Put on a rubber and grease yourself up, but go real slow the first time. We don't want to hurt him."

"I know. I'm not a dummy," Cam responded. "I don't want him to hurt like what happened to me first time."

"Well, that's only because you fought against it," Derrick replied. "We told you not to do that."

Cam seemed to ignore that final comment, as he moved behind Bryce. Butch and Steve now pulled Bryce's legs farther apart, to allow Cam to step between them. Bryce looked over his shoulder and saw that Cam's thirteen-year old prick was standing straight out and pointing at his rectum, eager to invade it.

'At least he hasn't got a huge dick,' Bryce thought, as Cam got into position.

"We're letting Cam go first," Derrick told him, "cuz he has the smallest cock and it will be the easiest for you to take. Now just relax and this won't be so bad."

Bryce just nodded in understanding, as he felt the head of Cam's dick push against his opening. Slowly his sphincter gave way and allowed the head to pop in, and then Cam slowly continued to push against him, until he was completely inside of Bryce.

"See, that wasn't so bad, was it?" Derrick asked Bryce.

Bryce shook his head, so the boy told Cam to go ahead and start fucking him, and that's exactly what Cam began to do. Like a rabbit in heat, Cam began to slam his slender cock in and out of Bryce's love canal. After a couple of minutes this action, Cam began to groan and grunt, like some wild animal, and it was apparent to Bryce that Cam was desperate to get off.

This didn't feel all that bad to Bryce, as he felt Cam's lubed penis slide back and forth in his intestinal tract, at least not when he compared it to having Maury's much bigger cock stuffed up there. Not only that, but Maury wasn't nearly as gentle with him and he had done it dry. At least Cam was trying not to hurt him and he had obviously used plenty of lube before he did this.

The more he thought about it, knowing that Cam was the one doing this began to turn Bryce on. He didn't mind that a boy who wasn't very much older than him was fucking him this time, even though it hadn't been Bryce's decision to participate. He had even begun to like Cam, when Cam and Steve were showing him around and teaching him how to do the few simple chores he'd had to do so far. He even got excited when he learned that he would be sharing a room with Cam, because he was eager to see him naked, and now he had not only seen him naked, but he was having sex with him too. He was beginning to feel that he could live with this.

As his mind drifted back to the present, Bryce could hear Cam really starting to pant now and realized the boy was getting close. Then, he felt Cam's cock start to swell a little inside him, just before Cam rammed it all the way in and the first warm jet of fluid filled the tip of the condom. Now, Cam began to jerk in and out of him over and over, but this time he was doing it without any sort of rhythm. He was just trying to finish getting off and depositing what was left of his ejaculation. Bryce could also feel Cam's arms pushing against his back, as he attempted to support himself and keep from collapsing after this exhaustive and draining activity. Eventually, Cam pulled out of Bryce, so Bryce figured this phase of his training was nearly over.

"Ok, Cam. Good job," Derrick told him. "As soon as you clean up and you're up to it, then you can grab the leg Steve is holding, so he can go next."

Hearing this, Bryce turned his head and looked over his shoulder again. As soon as Cam took his leg, he watched fourteen-year old Steve undoing his pants, pull out his dick, slip on a condom and grease it up, so he could take his turn. Bryce noticed that Steve's cock was a little bigger than Cam's, but not that much larger. Bryce suspected they were doing this so he could get used to taking even larger penises and that Cam went first, to prepare him for the next larger intruder.

Now, Steve moved into position and placed the head of his organ against Bryce's already used hole and began to push it inside. Steve didn't have any trouble doing this, but he didn't seem as energetic as Cam had been. Steve went slower, using longer strokes, at least until he got closer to his orgasm, and then he began machine-gunning in and out of Bryce's loosening canal. He soon dumped his load inside of his condom, so he pulled out, took it off and wiped off his dick.

"Steve, take over for Butch now, so he can go next," Derrick told him.

As soon as they switched places, Butch undid his pants and began to get ready to enter Bryce next. Although Bryce was well lubed by now, from having had two lubed cocks shoved up his ass, his rectum was also becoming a little sore, but he still didn't try to protest. Instead he hardly moved as this next boy assaulted his fairly well stretched anus, until he too came inside of his condom. As soon as Butch regained his senses after his orgasm and cleaned himself up, Derrick gave his next set of instruction.

"Here's what we're going to do next," he began. "We're going to move Bryce and lay him on the bed, so I can take my turn."

When Bryce heard this, he thought he'd make it even easier on them.

"Just let go of me and I'll do it myself," he told them. "You don't need to lift me there, I'll just get off you lap and then lie down of the bed for you."

The boys were a little leery of his sincerity, but they released him, although they were prepared to grab him again if he tried anything foolish. Bryce didn't and crawled onto his bed and lay, belly down on the mattress.

"Damn, I'm impressed," Derrick told him. "I've never seen anyone else do this so willingly the first time."

"What the hell," Bryce replied, 'you were going to do it anyway, so I finally decided to stop fighting it."

"Good move," Derrick replied. "As long as you're being so cooperative, why don't you roll over and lay on your back. I'd much rather do this face to face."

Bryce nodded his head in agreement and rolled over on his back. When he was in position, Derrick pulled his cock out and started getting ready. When Bryce looked over and saw it, he gasped, because it was larger than he remembered even Maury's being. It was obvious that they had saved the best for last, as Derrick got on the bed and crawled into position between his legs. Before he began, Derrick leaned down and whispered into Bryce's ear.

"Don't worry, I'll be gentle with you, cuz I'd rather make love to you than fuck you. "

Bryce wasn't sure what he meant by this comment, until Derrick began to kiss his face. Bryce wasn't sure if this was any better, but Derrick did seem to be trying to make this more enjoyable for him. When Derrick got to Bryce's lips, Bryce felt Derrick's tongue slide across the outside of his lips and then he felt it trying to force its way into his mouth. Bryce decided that he'd better part his lips and let the intruder enter, rather than have it forced in, so soon the boy's tongue was sliding around the inside of his mouth, in an effort to get Bryce to respond.

After their tongues had dueled for a short time, Derrick moved lower and began to suck on Bryce's neck, before he moved to Bryce's nipples. After playing with both of those tiny nubs and getting them hard, Derrick began to rub his hands all over Bryce's chest, as he worked his way lower, until he was fondling Bryce's genitals, which caused Bryce's little dick to start to rise. After doing that for a brief time, Derrick reached behind Bryce, so he could begin gently kneading Bryce's ass cheeks, and he rubbed that area tenderly. At this point, he moved up Bryce's body again and whispered to him.

"See, I told you that you'd end up enjoying this. Your cock is giving you away," Derrick teased. "Now, lift your legs up and pull your knees back to your chest."

Bryce did what he was told, but he didn't say anything. He felt it would be best to remain quiet and allow the boy do as he pleased. At this point, Derrick lined his man-sized dick up with Bryce's well-used hole. He'd greased the condom up, so now he began to carefully push his way inside. He went very slowly and gave Bryce plenty of time to adjust to his larger girth, and he even just held it there, once he was fully seated inside of Bryce, to give him even more time to become accustomed to it. Once he felt Bryce relax, he begin to piston in and out of Bryce's back door, as he reached down with one of his hands and began to jack Bryce off at the same time.

Although Bryce felt extremely full from this invasion, almost as if he had to take a huge dump, it wasn't all that bad, especially since he was being stimulated too. As he felt Derrick sliding in and out of his butt, he also felt those familiar feelings building in his gut, as he too neared his own climax. Before long, Bryce's body was starting to tense and tingle, as he reached his own dry orgasm. When this happened, his rectal muscles tightened and clamped down on Derrick's cock in a vice-like grip. This pushed Derrick over the edge too and he began dumping his load into the condom while it was buried deep inside of Bryce, before he collapsed on top of him. Both of them were gasping, as they slowly recovered from their sexual highs, and the older boy eventually rolled off of Bryce. When he did, he looked down at Bryce and smiled.

Derrick, Butch and Steve all congratulated Bryce for being so brave and doing so well, and then they left the room a short time after that. Since this was Cam's room too, he stayed behind, and after looking over and studying Bryce to see how he was reacting to everything that had just happened, Cam walked over to where Bryce lay on his bed and gently laid down next to him. Cam began to rub Bryce's chest, as he tried to reassure his new roommate that this training session was over now.

"I'm sorry we had to do that to you, but it was Big John's orders," Cam explained. "If we hadn't done it, then he would have taken care of it himself, and he's really got a huge dick, so that would have been much worse for you, especially since it was your first time. I feel really bad, cuz I remember what my first time was like, but I fought them, so it was way worse for me. I hope this won't make you hate me now. Remember, I had to do it, more for you than for me."

Bryce turned his head and looked at Cam. When he did, he saw a pained expression etched on Cam's face. Bryce could tell the boy was telling him the truth and that it had bothered him to do this, even though he figured Cam probably had enjoyed the sexual experience while he was having it. Bryce decided to take Cam at his word and take him off of the hook, because he would need an ally while he was here, and whom better to have as an ally than his roommate? Bryce was still lying exposed on the bed, because he was too exhausted and sore to even think about putting his clothes back on, so he grabbed a hold of Cam's arm and pulled it over his chest, so he could hug it tightly to his body.

"It's ok. I understand and I don't blame you," Bryce told him. "I know you only did what you were told or ordered to do, but you were gentle and tried to take it easy on me when you did it. In fact, I kina enjoyed you doing it to me, because you weren't being rough, so I don't hate you, if that's what you're worried about."

"Yeah, it was," Cam admitted. "I wish there was a way I could make it up to you for what we did."

"Well, you could sleep with me tonight, in my bed," Bryce suggested. "I don't really want to be alone right now."

"Ok. I can do that," Cam agreed.

"That was your first time doing it to another boy, wasn't it?" Bryce asked next.

Cam blushed, before he answered.

"Yeah, it was my first time doing it to anybody," Cam admitted. "Was I that bad, so you could tell?"

"No, you weren't bad at all," Bryce assured him, "but I could tell when you got close to cumming that you probably hadn't done it before. You suddenly got all jerky, and it wasn't as smooth as it was with the other boys, when you got close to shooting your load."

"Well, I guess that makes sense," Cam acknowledged, "because I did kind of lose it a little when I started to get those feelings."

Cam lay on his side and looked down at Bryce, so he could study him before he spoke.

"You stay here and I'll go get a wash cloth, towel and some warm water," Cam informed him, "and then I'll clean you up."

Bryce merely nodded, so Cam got up and left the room. He ran to get the items he'd mentioned, and after a few minutes, he reentered the room and walked over to Bryce's bed. He had a washcloth in one hand, a towel draped over his shoulder and he carried a small basin of water in his other hand. Cam asked Bryce roll over onto his stomach again, so he could clean him up.

After dipping the washcloth in the basin and then wringing it out, he gently touched the damp washcloth to Bryce's puffy hole. Bryce flinched when he did this, because he was quite tender down there now and it did sting a little. Cam was very gentle though, as he cleaned off the excess lube that covered the area around his hole and the inside of his thighs and then he began to dry him off. When he finished doing that, he asked Bryce to roll over on his back again, so he could wash off the other side too. When he finished, he turned to Bryce to see what he wanted to do next.

"Would you like me to give you a blowjob," he wondered.

"Not tonight, but thanks for the offer," Bryce responded.

"Do you want to put on your underwear or pajamas to sleep in then?" Cam followed.

"No, I'd rather not have anything rubbing down there," Bryce answered. "Would you mind if I sleep like this?"

"No, not at all," Cam assured him. "Do you want me to sleep like that too?"

"If you want to. I wouldn't mind at all," Bryce replied.

Cam just smiled, got undressed and then pulled the covers up over Bryce, as he tucked him in.

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