Howdy Doody

The Program I

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Ward of the State

Chapters 9-11

Chapter Nine

Alex moved himself sideways to Aaron and reached for his friend's penis. The ring of the Plastibell clamp that was put on after Aarons Bris was tight on Aaron's swollen head and Aaron could feel the tension between his penis and the clamp. It was ? off by now, and just about ready to fall off. Alex felt the ring with his finger tip as he circled around the ring.

"Does it hurt?" Alex wanted to know.

"No it feels very tight, but it doesn't really hurt," Aaron told his friend.

Alex looked at the attached ring one last time. Then he lowered his head down across Aaron's stomach and guided his friend's penis into his mouth. Aaron's penis was hot in Alex's mouth and it grew slightly as Alex drew it in with his suction. The tightness increased for Aaron, but not to the point of pain. As Sean had told him Mr. Bill had done, Alex circled Aarons head around and around the ring and gently sucked on the ring as his tongue traveled. The ring moved very little in the beginning, but eventually Alex could feel the ring slipping up and down Aaron's shaft further and further away from Aaron's head. The clamp was loosening from Aaron's foreskin and shaft. Alex's sucking had Aaron on the very verge of orgasm which helped Aaron avoid feeling the pain that was now being created as his foreskin separated from the clamp. Aaron had two feelings coming from his groin; the one was now pain, the other pleasure. Why did some boys endure spanking? Why did some like their nipples pinched or their balls held too tightly? Aaron was now understanding it a little better; pleasure outweighed pain; much like women who have babies.

Aaron was way beyond the point of saying no or stop. His testicles were running the show and they weren't going to be denied. Aaron came with a rush from his body and his brain that he never knew before. To the boy, it felt like he was trying to put his penis through a small key hole as the ring held tightly around his rim. It caused him some pain now, but he had to thrust deeper as his orgasm drew closer and closer. In a final surge of passion, the clamp let go and Aaron's penis was once again free as it throbbed with four or five waves of deep pleasure that coursed through Aaron's groin sending messages all the way to the boy's brain. Alex took the ring out of his mouth and gave it to his friend. Alex then went back to Aaron's penis and just held it between his teeth and cheek. Aaron was sweating and dripping wet. He was also breathing like a freight train and now exhausted from the dry climax. He needed some seconds before he remembered where and who he was.

Aaron turned his head on the pillow and followed Alex's body down to his friend's groin. Alex had been brought to a place he never visited before and he knew he would go back. The boy pulled at his friend's legs until his body was parallel to his and lifted his friend's thigh off his genitals. Aaron took Alex in his mouth as he lowered Alex's leg on top of his head and was sandwiched between the boy's thighs in a soundless dream. Alex came as his friend pulled him closer to his face and buried himself in the boy's love. If this was what they called 'being gay' Alex wanted to know a whole lot more about it.

"I want to make a pact with you," Mr. Bill told Sean as the two of them pulled up the sheets and Mr. Bill brought the child on top of him. "I want you to tell me what you want to do and what feels good to you, and that's what we'll do with each other. OK?" the boy's teacher asked the little boy.

"You mean like kissing and fucking?" the boy asked.

"I mean like kissing and making love. I don't fuck boys I love, I make love to them," Mr. Bill said to Sean as he looked at the boy inches away from his face.

Sean smiled. He loved to hear that someone loved him. Even if they were lying to him, it was nice to hear. Sean laid his head down on his teacher's chest and went deep into thought. He went back through a lifetime of rejection and abuse by everybody who came anywhere near him. Could he trust the man under him? Did he have a choice? Sean wanted deeply for it to be true for once in his life. Mr. Bill laid there knowing the boy was deep in thought. He stroked his back and let the time pass. He felt some wetness on his chest and pretty much knew the boy wasn't sweating.

"I will be there for you," he told Sean as the boy's chest told him that he had broken through another barrier. There was no sex between man and boy that night in Mr. Bill's room, there was too much security and trust between the two to be dispensed first. The love would come again, but that night ended in a gentle kiss for both.

With the shutting off of the light in Michael's room, the room got quiet except for the sound of air bubbles in Conner's shake bottle when he released the pressure. It was a lot like sleeping with a baby in the crib next to the bed. You wondered how far down the bottle was before it was empty and only the sound of dry sucking within the bottle gave you the answer. Eventually, the bottle was dry and Conner threw it to the floor. He turned his head towards Michael and stared at the caretaker from point blank range.

There is no door between the double room and Michael's room and Conner concentrated on the sounds coming from Aaron and Alex. So was everyone else in the room.

"What are they doing?" Conner whispered into Michaels ear after about five minutes.

"None of your business!" Michael whispered back. Conner's face got off Michael's chest and looked down at him.

"They're fucking right?" Conner whispered into Michael's nose.

Mark and Daryl giggled. Michael just shook his head.

"Well ain't they?" he asked again.

"Yes they're having sex," Michael said to Conner.

Conner's head went back down and his mind was moving once again.

"I'm all better, right Michael?" he asked his caretaker.

"Yes" said Michael, knowing why the question was being asked.

"Then I want to do it with you," Conner said as he slid his body down Michael's chest and stopped when he felt the caretaker's penis between his legs. Michael was about as erect as he could be given the conversation and Conner felt the man's erection as it found its way into the folds of his buttocks. Conner opened his legs and brought Michael's penis directly down on his anus and felt the warmth as the boy closed back his cheeks capturing the man in his grip. Michael's precum was already flowing and sliding down his penis to the boy's sphincter muscle.

Michael turned his body sideways with Conner in his lap and turned Conner around so that the boys back was on his chest. Michael reached back for Mark and finding his penis. Brought it up to his anus. Mark was completely surprised by the move, countless adults had fucked him including all his family. None allowed him to fuck them, except for his cousins and brothers. Now, an adult was presenting himself to him! Mark needed no direction as he entered an adult for the first time in his life. Now he knew what they were feeling as they entered him all those years.

"Daryl, flip," Michael told the boy and Daryl was on Conner instantly. Michael parted Conner's cheeks and felt his penis slowly sliding into Conner as the little boy swallowed Daryl. Conner had been fucked for seven years and was used to it. Fucking, sucking and being jerked off to Conner was old hat, almost a bore. It was a bore because everyone else was getting off, never Conner. Now, if and when he fucked, he too got laid. This was new and this was something he rather enjoyed!

Michael didn't need Daryl to tell him when Conner was ready to climax, Conner's back and stomach spoke volumes to the subject and Michael followed. Both Daryl and Mark weren't far behind and the four of them clung together in a Gordian knot as they caught their breath.

Conner was the first to move as he turned himself around to face Michael and climb back up on the man's chest. He lay there for a few minutes before he spoke again.

"I have to go pee!" he said.

Michael wasn't into getting up so he turned the boy around and dropped him to his mouth. It took Conner a few seconds to release, but once he did his caretaker drank all the boy could deliver to him. Mark had seen the caretaker do this before but Daryl had not. Watching the caretaker drink the boy's water as Conner released his bladder, Daryl's penis made a complete turnaround.

Growing up, Daryl and all his brothers wet the bed and the mothers always rung out the sheets in the morning and made each one drink it as punishment. Old, cold piss is pretty rank and Daryl couldn't imagine anyone drinking urine on purpose. He drank it because he had to. If he didn't his mothers would hold him down on the floor and open his legs and spank him hard on his genitals as punishment. Now Daryl watched as Conner lay there looking at him with a small smile on his face. Conner would show his new friend how much Michael loved him.

Conner emptied his bladder and was ready to turn back around on his caretaker. Michael had different ideas and brought the boy back to a full erection. His pace was not to make the boy climax; he didn't think Conner could recover in so short a time. Conner lay there on Michael's stomach feeling the man sucking on his penis and then drawing in his small testicles and massaging them slowly and gently. He closed his eyes and fell asleep within minutes.

Once Conner's breathing went into a sound sleep pattern Michael lifted the boy up off him and laid him back down on the other side of Mark. Going back down to his pillow the caretaker took both Mark and Daryl by the genitals and all three went to sleep with their security well in hand.

As usual, Michael awoke at about 5:30 long before the winter sun came up. Daryl had shifted during the night and was turned around from Michael. Michael studied the boy's body. An occasional scar marred the boy's back and ass, but he was beautiful in Michael's eyes. Michael got up very carefully so as not to wake any of the boys and went to Aaron and Alex. Both boys were still feet to head and Aaron was laying on his stomach with Alex's head on the boy's ass being used as a pillow. Michael smiled. He would have done the same exact thing! Michael couldn't see if the ring was still on, and left the boys undisturbed. Michael had to piss for two, and barely made it to the toilet.

Going back to his room, Mark stirred as he got back into bed. Michael picked up the boy's legs and turned him around. Mark would want to have sex, and Michael wasn't fighting the feelings himself. He loved to take a boy into his mouth who was still flaccid and bring him to full erection feeling the boy's penis swell in his mouth to full size. Mark obliged him handsomely as he fully awoke and realized Michael was on him. Mark and Michael came within minutes and the boy drifted back off to sleep. Luckily, Michael was still sucking on him when Mark's bladder decided it was time to empty itself. Mark wasn't aware of what had happened; he was simply dreaming that he was going to the bathroom at home. As far as Michael was concerned, it was just another one of those great big orgasms all little boys dream about.

Aaron and Alex awoke just before 7. Both had wet and it was time to shower. Once Aaron realized where he was, he shot up in bed and looked down at his penis. He had a morning boner as did Alex and the boy turned his penis around in his fingers. Like Sean before him, he had some pink spots where the clamp had just released, but the ring was gone and Aaron was a happy camper once again. He studied his new look. His head stood out as never before and it was a paler shade than when he still had his foreskin. He remembered back when his mother would retract his foreskin in the bathtub and wash his head how he panicked at getting aroused in front of her and his sister. His mom always seemed to take forever with washing his dick and never stopped moving her fingers up and down the shaft with the soap. His little sister didn't mind, she watched intently as his penis got fatter. Now, washing would be a lot easier, but mom was gone. Aaron held his penis and squeezed it tightly.

Alex sat up watching Aaron study his penis and holding himself.

"I gotta go!" Alex said as he got out of bed. As he did he saw the Plastibell ring laying on the bed. He picked it up and gave it to Aaron.

"What should we do with it?" Aaron asked his friend.

Alex shrugged his shoulders, "I don't know. Mr. Bill is wearing Sean's around his neck. Maybe I should too!" Alex said to Aaron.

Aaron smiled. "Does that mean we're going steady?" he asked his friend slyly.

"Don't be a homo!" Alex said to Aaron as he half ran to the bathroom.

Aaron had to go too, but he wanted to let Michael know the good news first. Going into the caretaker's room, Michael was just waking up and pulling Daryl into his lap. Daryl was half awake and Michael had the boy's penis half erect.

"Michael, look!" Aaron said as he sat on the end of the caretaker's bed and handed him the ring. Michael took the ring from the boy.

"Stand up and let's see the new model," Michael said to Aaron as the boy stood up on the bed.

Michael looked closely at Aaron's new penis.

"Very beautiful Aaron," Michael said to the boy and he meant every word.

"What do we do with it?" Aaron asked the caretaker.

"Well, it cost you about an inch off your dick, so you decide," Michael told the boy jokingly.

Aaron smiled and raced out for the toilet. Michael laid back down and found Daryl's waiting erection. Michael had about five minutes and he was going to make love to Daryl before breakfast. Daryl's penis grew to full blossom as Michael entered him for the first time. Conner was already rocking himself awake and Mark was waiting for the shower where he loved to make love with his caretaker. Michael had a full morning, but first he had a job to do and he loved his work.

Aaron and Alex finished peeing as some other boys started to drift into the showers. Unlike Aaron or Alex who hadn't been in the dorm until the night earlier, the boys didn't bother with the toilets in the morning or evening showers. They peed in the shower as they sat down to wash. Aaron and Alex just shrugged to each other. Aaron peed in the shower at home when no one was around, but Alex only peed when he was sitting down in the tub and his mom couldn't see the ripple of water bubbling up from his penis. He peed because it was fun to know the secret that his sister was being washed in his urine. Alex giggled to himself at the thought. Aaron and Alex sat down on the mats on the floor and Alex decided he would wash Aaron first and then Aaron could wash him. Aaron did no complaining as he laid down on his stomach and Alex went to work with the liquid soap. It reminded Aaron of the massages they received on the ward. He hoped Alex would wash slow. Life was beginning to look a whole lot better for Aaron and he was beginning to enjoy it more and more.

Alex's thoughts were more centered on what happened last night. Whatever it was, was something he would never forget. He had no plan to go steady with Aaron, Aaron was it as far as he was concerned. He didn't know how he could possibly love another boy, but he did. Now how was he going to hide those emotions from everybody else and especially from Aaron? If Aaron found out he loved him, the friendship would be over! Alex's plan was to play it tough.

Mr. Bill's wake up with Sean was a wet one. Every single boy out of Michael's dorm now wet since Jimmy went to Coach, and Bill had to get used to the idea. If Sean slept in his bed, he could piss his brains out without interference. Unlike Michael, Bill wasn't as liberal with golden showers and urine therapy as Michael was, but he did have to go strictly by the rules laid down by Michael. No boy could be harassed in any way for wetting the bed. The rule originally came from Doc and it was universal in The Program. Mr. Bill needed rubber sheets and a mattress protector ASAP.

As Sean opened his eyes, his teacher was the first thing he saw and it was very quiet. It was nice awakening to quiet Sean thought, it rarely occurred in his brief lifetime. He smiled as Bill took the boy on top of him and he stretched out.

"Ready for breakfast?" the teacher asked the little boy.

Sean was starved. Mr. Bill put on some shorts and picked up the boy from the bed. It was shower time, and they both needed it if Bill wasn't going to smell like a toilet for the rest of the day.

Coming back into the unit Mr. Bill and Sean saw that the showers were now half full and the floor held boys either being washed or just laying around waking up. Morning showers were a very slow process unlike evening showers and nobody was in any particular hurry since they had about an hour before breakfast. Each dorm had their own corner to congregate in and Mr. Bill always gravitated to Michael's section. He sat down as Michael and Conner arrived. Conner was there in Michael's arms, but he was a pretty tired little boy with a small ring on his left pinky finger. Mr. Bill expected that. Daryl and Mark followed Michael in. Daryl had a scarlet penis, so it didn't take a rocket scientist to know that he was welcomed into the dorm appropriately.

Sitting down next to his friend, Mr. Bill reached over and gave Conner a kiss. Conner opened his eyes and smiled. He held his hand out to the teacher who studied it carefully.

"I'm very jealous Michael," he said to his friend.

Conner giggled. Both Conner and Sean were laid down on the mats on their backs which sparked another fountain from Conner very quickly followed by Sean. Like it or not, Mr. Bill became involved in a sword fight between the two streams amid laughter that could make two little girls blush. Both Michael and Bill pretended to be protecting themselves from the assault.

Washing Conner, Michael was more interested in the interaction between Aaron and Alex who were on the floor in front of the two men.

"Aaron lost his ring last night," he told his friend Bill.

"How?" Mr. Bill wanted know.

"Alex took it from him," Michael told the teacher.

"Really!" Mr. Bill said surprised.

Mr. Bill now studied the two boys in front of him. Alex wasn't washing a car or a dog he noted. The boy was completely involved from his hands to his groin.

"It looks to me like we've got a pair on our hands!" Mr. Bill said to Michael.

Michael didn't answer, he just nodded agreement.

With Conner and Sean practically sterile, Michael told the two little ones to rinse off and play so that Mark and Daryl could be washed. Michael knew Mark wasn't going to be passed around, so he asked Bill to wash Daryl as Mark sat down in his caretaker's lap. Mark was unconcerned if 1 or 100 people were in the shower, this was his time with Michael and there was no denying him. Michael's penis slipped into the boy as Mark lowered himself down to the man's groin. Michael managed an erection, but a climax escaped him. The caretaker made very sure it didn't escape Mark as the boy put a bear hug on him and Michael stroked him to orgasm with only the slightest of movement on Mark's part.

"Thanks pal!" Bill said to Michael as Mark let out a soft groan when he came. Michael gave Mr. Bill a Cheshire cat smile.

"Pay backs, pal," he said to his friend.

Breakfast over, the boys were off to school with Mr. Bill and Michael now headed for the ward to talk with Joshua. Doc was there and Doc and Michael discussed the situation with the Captain. He decided to join Michael with Joshua. Like Michael, Doc knew nothing about the boys having sex with a guard involved in The Program, it was about money to them, not about sex and sex with clients was safe. Sex with guards was uncontrolled and therefore, unsafe.

Joshua had finished his breakfast and was being washed as the two came into the ward. Michael spoke first.

"Has Jonathan been in to see you yet?" Michael asked.

"Yes, he was here when I woke up this morning," the boy told him.

"Did he say anything about Florida?" Michael asked.

"Yes, he said the trip was still on if I got clearance from Doc," the boy said. "Doc, can I still go?"

"You're having sex with the Captain?" Doc asked the boy. Joshua looked at Michael and then back to Doc.

"Yes," he told them.

Doc knew they were all in very dangerous territory.

"You hear nothing and you will repeat nothing!" he said to the two orderlies washing the boy.

Both nodded without saying a word.

"For how long?" Doc continued as he looked back at Joshua.

"About six months," Joshua told him.

"When did Jonathan know the Captain first had sex with you?" Michael now asked.

"I told him when I came back from Florida the first time," the boy said, "about four months ago."

"I understand you went to Florida with the Captain's family. How did you keep them separate?" Joshua looked at Doc not really understanding the question.

"Keep who separate?" the boy asked.

"The Captain and his family. How did you have sex with the Captain without his family knowing about it?"

The boy smiled.

"They knew, we all did it together!" he told the two men.

Doc motioned for the two orderlies to go away.

"You had sex with the Captain's wife and kids too?" Michael asked Joshua as the orderlies retreated.

"They're foster kids," the boy told him.

Michael and Doc looked at each other. That explained a lot to both men.

"What's the Captain's wife got to do with this whole thing?" Doc then asked Joshua.

"The Captain likes to fuck the girl. Her name is Jennifer and she's 11. The Captain's wife likes to fuck boys, so she has Peter, he's 9. And when we're there, she has us fuck her with Peter," the boy told the men as if he were reciting the multiplication table.

"Next month, the Captain and his wife are going to be bringing home a new foster kid. She's 8," Joshua told the two men.

"Nice to bring in some new blood now and then," Doc sarcastically said to Michael.

"This trip is something you really want to do?" Michael asked Joshua.

"Yeah, me and Charley have been planning on it since the Captain told us we could go," he told his caretaker.

"We'll see," Doc told the boy. "we have to talk with Jonathan and we'll know by this afternoon if you can fly or not Joshua," Doc told the boy, "it really depends upon how badly your ribs are cracked."

As Michael and Doc left the ward Michael asked Doc what cracked ribs had to do with flying.

"Not a fucking thing," Doc said. "I just needed an excuse if this shit gets out of hand.

"Find Jonathan and get him here stat!" Doc told an orderly.

Doc and Michael sat down with a cup of coffee. Neither man was surprised to hear the story of the foster children. Historically seven out of ten children in foster care are abused in one form or fashion while the State of New York 'cares' for them, these kids were just two more to add to the pile.

Jonathan came into the infirmary and joined the men.

"Was there ever going to be a time when you were going to tell us that we've got two kids being fucked for nothing?" Doc asked Jonathan.

"I was ordered not to say anything to anybody Doc," the caretaker began. "The Captain is shuffling the money around and the boys will be leaving with a hefty bank account just like all the rest," he told Doc.

"Foster kids have social workers Jonathan, and once in a blue moon one of them knows where the kids are and goes to see them. You know that don't you?" Doc said to him. "What the fuck is going to happen if the girl comes up pregnant with the Captain's baby? Girls do get pregnant you know!"

Doc tried to pick and chose his words to be the most sarcastic he could dredge up. Jonathan knew Doc was pissed.

"The girl is on the pill Doc, the wife is watching her."

The mention of the wife pissed off Doc royally.

"Jonathan, keep something in mind, if the shit hits the fan, the wife is going to go crying to the DA and report how all this was 'forced' upon her by her evil husband and those dastardly perverts from prison. The DA is going to fry all our fucking balls off and wifey poo is going to get a free ride looking like fucking Joan of Ark!" Doc told him as calmly as he could.

"You know that's the way these cocksuckers play the game right?" Doc said to the man.

Jonathan nodded.

"If I were you Jonathan, I'd sleep with one eye open. That wife is a loose cannon waiting to see your ass in Gladiator School in Comstock before she ever sees a day in Bedford!"

"Now, what about Disneyworld. Are we all going to Florida as one big happy family to get laid?" Doc asked.

"The Captain says they can go if you clear them medically," he told the two men.

"What do you think he'll do if I don't?" Doc wanted to know.

"What can he do?" Jonathan asked.

"Well, how about finding two more studs for the little wife as starters?" Doc told him.

"He might. If he does, can anybody here stop him?" Jonathan said now getting defensive in the face of the verbal assault Doc was laying on him. Doc sat back and thought.

"I'll let you know what's happening by lunch. Say nothing to Joshua or Charley, this is a medical decision," he told him.

"OK Doc," Jonathan said and left for the ward.

"You know if they don't go, someone else will," Michael said.

Doc agreed. "We both know that at the slightest hint of a problem that cunt is going to be spilling her guts out. She's a bottle of nitroglycerin waiting to be shaken."

"What are you going to do?" Michael asked Doc.

"Let them go to Florida. When they get back, we'll get them out of The Program as soon as possible and I'll run this crap past the Committee. Let them figure out how to get rid of her."

Michael was quiet.

The Committee ran The Program. They were eight senior guards and former guards. Michael or the other trustees never saw them and didn't know who they were except for Mr. Holmberg, a former Mental Hygiene employee who switched to Corrections and now headed The Program. Art had mastered the Program used by the guards running the programs for the beans, and he was the obvious choice for the position when the State ran out of beans due to the dumping that was going on in places like Rome State, Wildwood, O.D. Heck, Willowbrook and Pilgrim State.

Doc knew he was smart and also knew Holmberg would know how much danger the Captain had put The Program in. In New York State, this lady could fuck a thousand boys a week, could cut off their balls and dicks and grind them into hamburger and serve them to the Governor, but the DA would accept a 'plea bargain' from her in return for her testimony in a 'court of law' against some schnook who tapped a kid on his bathing suit. She would walk, the tapper would fry. Every DA in the country wanted to get in on the McMartin bandwagon and ride it into public office, going after drug dealers could get them killed, going after pansies who fucked little boys was a very safe sport.

"Let's get to work cutting the boys loose as soon as possible," Doc told Michael. "I'll speak to the boys before lunch and let them know that they can go, but nobody says boo about separation to them."

"OK Doc," Michael said.

"Michael, Jonathan is either extremely naive or extremely stupid. We need to either get him educated or get him out of there!" Doc said.

The morning began really super for Michael. It was going downhill really fast.

Mr. Bill's day went into the opposite direction. The testing was pretty much over and he would be preparing an educational program for each one of the boys that would follow them through The Program for the next two years. Many of the boys were several grades below their age level. More than a few, like Conner and Daryl, were completely illiterate. They knew money, but little math. They could not read nor write. Mr. Bill's job was to get each boy prepared to go out after two years and be able to deal with life on the streets without getting himself back behind bars. Neat trick, but it was usually successful.

Mr. Bill's goal was to bring each boy out of The Program knowing how to read and write on a 4th grade level. How to add and subtract on a 5th grade level. Everything else was gravy! School for the boys during the initial period was five days a week, Monday though Friday. Once in the field, it was seven days a week, whenever the boys were available.

In addition to academics, the boys needed to be taught how to keep themselves safe and alive. Coach would teach them self-defense, but they also needed to know how to identify sexually transmitted diseases that could kill them. Conner, Daryl and the rest of the boys would learn how to read Run Dick Run alongside of being able to identify syphilis and chlamydia. They needed to learn how to write a check alongside of putting on a condom on the client ready to enter them. That was Mr. Bills task. And like Michael, he was very good at his job.

Just before lunch Doc came into the ward and sat down on Joshua's bed. Joshua wasn't a damned fool, he had been in The Program now for the past 18 months and knew when the adults around him were getting 'squirrelly'. It usually didn't bode well for the boy involved. Joshua's defensives were up.

"So can we go?" the boy asked.

"Yes, I am going to let you go, but I want you to tell me exactly what the Captain's wife knows about you and Charley and The Program," Doc told the boy.

Doc's concern was a very real one. A few years earlier the entire program was very nearly dismantled because a group of ignorant guards in Fishkill prison were running another program very similar to the one run out of Elmira. The difference was that the Fishkill guards were basically nitwits who came out of New York City, and were running their program with trustees who were rapists and murderers. Not the kind of people you want around you when there were secrets to be kept and work to do. One of the trustees, a double murderer from Albany, decided he'd fuck a female guard and then kill her while he had total access to the entire prison. After raping and killing her, he stuffed her body into a 55 gallon drum and walked through the entire prison and sent her to the landfill for a vacation.

Albany went bullshit and started a systems wide investigation that eventually had to be stopped by senior department executives because the investigators were getting too close to uncovering The Program. Albany went especially bullshit when the only way they could get any of the guards to testify at the trial of the guy who murdered the guard was by granting them full immunity from prosecution. The scandal became so large, that the guard's husband, who was also a guard at Fishkill had to be given 'protective custody' within the department and was transferred to the training academy in Albany. The prisoners didn't want to see the man dead, the guards did!

Now, a woman was involved with the boys and she would drop a dime on The Program at the very first sign of trouble to save her ass! If that happened, the guards would be granted immunity again, and the trustees and boys would take the full fall for the entire Program.

Joshua told Doc all he knew, which included the fact that the Captain told his wife all the details about The Program. Doc needed to talk with the Committee at the first available opportunity after Christmas and passed that message on. He also instructed Kellie to have an overnight bag packed for Patty and be ready to leave with her on two minutes notice.

Having done all he could for now, Doc returned to the infirmary for the daily staff meeting which was already in progress. Christmas time was approaching fast and the ward and infirmary were probably going to be full within the next few days. The caretakers had identified about 15 boys who needed special watching to get them through the holiday and the boys needed to have special programs and activities to keep them busy and involved. Too much thinking led to problems. Plans were made to keep the boys occupied from wake up to sleep time and for the boys, it would be like going to camp.

"Until we get those boys into the ward and shut the door, keep the jingle bell bullshit down to a dull roar," Doc told his men.

"Holiday cheer cuts threw a depressed person like a scalpel, so let's not feed that fire with any Ho,Ho,Ho's," he said.

Walking back to the unit, Peter spoke to Michael first.

"Is it my imagination, or is Doc particularly unhappy about something today?" Michael smiled.

"Let's put it this way and I don't want any questions. Make sure your check-out keys are in order."

The group walked on quietly for a few moments.

"How are we going to deal with Christmas on the unit Michael?" Gramps wanted to know.

It was a good question Michael thought. The team had chosen three boys to go to the ward for Christmas, two boys from Gramps and one from Peter. Michael toyed with the idea of sending Mark because of the boy's family ties, but decided against it. Daryl, Conner and Sean never knew much of Christmas, so they would be fine, which left Michael to concentrate on Mark. Mark needed a warm body. Michael could provide that.

"Given Daryl's family history, let's spend the day as his Birthday Party and leave it at that."

Michael laughed for the first time that morning with the other caretakers as they walked back into the unit and awaited the boy's return from school.

Michael went back to his room and checked to make sure that a small vial with two pills in it were still there in their hiding place. Like Doc and many other trustees, when he checked out of this motel was going to be his decision alone to make.

The low rumble from the hallway told the caretakers that the tribe was returning and they were in a pretty good mood from the sound of it. Conner and three or four other boys about his size and age came through first practically tearing the door off its hinges. With laundry done and waiting to be put back on the beds, the boys picked up their bed clothes and filed into their dorms chattering away. Three days ago, they would have all headed straight for the underwear. Today, none did. Being naked no longer mattered to them.

That brought another smile to Michael's face. One of Peter's boys presented him with his clamp which had come off in school after a little tugging on the boy's part. (No pun intended). Peter was delighted and put the boy up on the table to see the new penis. Mr. Bill came in and gave Peter a full page rendition of the coming off with the boy standing there like they were talking about a trophy he just won. Michael was happy to get away from the drama of the morning, there was much more important business at hand including Willy's new willy!

Conner came back from the dorm and handed Michael an empty bottle. Michael gave Mr. Bill a look and filled it full of Doc's shake. Conner crawled up Michael's body and made it back into his arms and laid his head down on Michael's shoulder and started swigging from the bottle. All was just fine in Conner's world.

Alex and Aaron came back out of the dorm and went over to Michael.

"Where are we sleeping tonight?" Alex asked the caretaker.

Michael picked up the boy's hand and looked at his pinky finger. Saying nothing he picked up Aaron's hand and looked at his pinky finger.

"With me," Michael said to Alex looking back at the boy.

Just then the bell rang for lunch and the boys started to file out. Alex continued to look into Michael's face and tried to read the man. Michael left nothing for him to read.

Conner made it halfway through lunch before he crawled back into Michael's lap and drifted off to sleep. With a very fat little belly going up and down slowly and a face and chest full of food Michael looked over to Mr. Bill who gave him a Cheshire cat smile. Michael just shook his head and finished his lunch.

After lunch Michael brought Conner back into his room while they waited for afternoon school time to resume. Alex and Aaron came in and sat down on the caretaker's bed as Michael rocked Conner in the chair and washed him down with a washcloth. Conner was sound asleep. Michael decided to go for a preemptive strike on Alex because the boy couldn't find the words to ward off the impending evening.

"If you keep worrying so much, your hair is going to come back gray when it grows back in Alex," the caretaker said while keeping his eyes on Conner.

"But we don't want to do it with you," Alex said.

Michael looked up at the boy.

"Then don't!" he said.

"But if we don't, we have to sleep with you again right?" he asked the caretaker.

"Yes, you will both sleep with me again," Michael said.

"Until we let you fuck us, right?" Alex said as his eyes began to fill up.

Alex reached over and grabbed Aaron's hand and held it in his.

"Alex, I could lie my ass off and tell you that you'll never have to fuck anybody for the next few years. Is that what you want me to do? You aren't here in that bed and eating that food and being kept away from guards and other inmates because the guards like you. Why do you think you're here?"

Alex's eyes over flowed and drop down to the bed.

"What I would do if I were you is to talk with the other boys or any caretaker you feel comfortable with," Michael told him. "I could be sitting here and talking to you until I'm blue in the face and I just might be lying to you. You will be ringed, who does that ringing is your choice. I won't be upset if it's not me, but it will be one of us."

The bell rang for class. "Mr. Bill is one of the best teachers we have. Talk to him Alex, he won't give you any bullshit." Michael stood up and put Conner back over his shoulder. "We won't ever hurt you Alex," the man said and walked out with Conner draped over his shoulder.

The group stood by the door waiting to be told to go to class. Normally, all the boys were there before the signal was given. Michael left Alex and Aaron to talk and the boys went back to class. By the time they got there, Conner was back awake from his nap and ready to piss all over the world. Michael just got him to the toilet before he let loose.

Aaron watched as Michael left the room. Alex fell back on Michael's bed and put a pillow over his eyes. Aaron laid back next to his friend as the boy cried softly into the pillow.

"Alex, I was here when he did it with Mark. I saw him doing it with Daryl. He's done it with Conner and Conner doesn't look like he's unhappy," he told his friend.

"So you want to get fucked?" Alex asked him as the boy took off the pillow.

"No, but do we have a choice?" Aaron asked his friend.

Alex knew the answer to the question.

"Let's ask Mr. Bill," Aaron suggested.

"What the fuck for, he's fucking them too," Alex retorted.

Aaron was out of ideas. "It's going to happen. Now let's figure out who's going to do it Alex!"

Both boys left for the classroom.

Aaron and Alex came in with Mr. Bill organizing reading groups. The teacher would take the illiterate boys and the rest would be split into three groups with good readers and slow readers mixed so they could help each other. Mr. Bill had the very best scholastic books available to him by simply requesting them. The State of New York had tons of money and it was no object. Mr. Bill used comic books, sports books and teen magazines. Mr. Bill used books kids really read. Not one of them would learn anything about Richard Nixon or Mahatma Gandhi, but who really gives a fuck anyway!

Alex was sinking into a depression and Aaron once again would have to take charge.

"Michael said we could talk to you if we wanted to," the boy said to his teacher.

"Do you want to talk now or later?" Mr. Bill asked the boy.

"Now," Aaron said.

Mr. Bill knew there were four boys left on the unit who were not ringed and two of them wanted to 'talk'. Nobody had to hit him over the head with a hammer to figure out what the conversation was going to be about. Mr. Bill had his teaching assistants watch the class and the three of them went to Mr. Bill's room. Mr. Bill got a can of soda for each of them and gave it to the boys.

"What's up?" Mr. Bill asked the boys as they all sat down.

"We have to sleep with Michael tonight," Aaron began.

"And if he doesn't fuck us tonight, we'll be back in his bed tomorrow night!" Alex interjected.

Mr. Bill was clueless as to the conversations between Michael and the boys, but he recognized Alex's resistance immediately.

"Did Michael tell you that you would have to stay in his bed until he had sex with you?" Mr. Bill asked Aaron.

"No, he said we could choose who we would have sex with, but it would happen."

"Yes, he didn't lie to you," Mr. Bill said. "Boys, let me tell you something that none of the other boys have been told yet," he said. "Most of you face years and years of prison and that time could be spent under conditions that make county jail look like a picnic. Here, you can get out in two years!"

"How?" Alex now wanted to know.

"To put it frankly, you're going to fuck your way out! It's what The Program is all about."

"I can't do that!" Alex screamed at the teacher.

"Why, because you're not a fag?" Mr. Bill asked Alex.

"Of course not!" Alex screamed back at him.

"Well let's see, fags suck cock. When you sucked the clamp off Aarons penis, were you a fag cocksucker or his friend who did something he needed done?" the teacher asked.

Alex was stunned.

"Alex, you're in prison and the way to get the fuck out of here is to fuck. That doesn't make you a fag unless you want it to," he told the boy, "Fags are men who only like men and have a choice to decide. In prison you have no choice. You either fuck with those around you or decide to jerk off all by yourself. It's just that simple. When Aaron sucked on your penis, did he turn into a fag?" Mr. Bill asked.

Again, Alex was stunned.

"How did you know he did that?" the boy asked.

"Because that's what I would have done for my friend if I was there!" Mr. Bill told him.

"Do you think Aaron is a fag?" the teacher pressed the boy.

"No," Alex said.

"OK, so that's settled. Just because you suck cock doesn't mean you're a fag!"

"Shall we move onto fucking?" he asked Alex.

Aaron giggled. If it were a chess match, Alex just lost his queen.

"I think you need to start looking at your situation another way. This 'fag' bullshit you're hung up on is going to keep you in here for years. You have the key to the jailhouse door and it's called your dick!" the teacher told the boys. "Use the key and get the hell out of here and start running your own life again."

The boy buried his face in his hands. Years of schizophrenic dogma from his 'uncle' had to be stripped away and he was fighting it like mad. While sitting there screwing his little brother, his uncle would tell him what a fag he was for jerking off. He was jerking off because his uncle made him do it! What kind of a zoo was the world he lived in anyway!

"Alex, a few weeks ago you lived in hell. This place isn't paradise, but it's one hell of a lot better than being in general population. You do not want to go there and you need to think about it."

"What about Michael?" Aaron wanted to know.

"I don't think it's a surprise that Michael is my very good friend," Mr. Bill said. "Michael would never ever make a boy do something that he didn't think was right. If Michael thought another caretaker would be better for you, that's who would ring you and not him."

"Is that why you ringed Sean?" Aaron asked the teacher.

"That's exactly why I ringed Sean," Mr. Bill said. "If you guys think you want to go to another dorm, you tell Michael and you'll be there," Mr. Bill told the boys.

Classes and rec ended, the boys returned to the unit. Alex thought long and hard about the conversation with the teacher. Going back into the unit, he observed the other caretakers. Coach scared the piss out of him. Peter was nice but the boys were too young, and Gramps was too old to be getting fucked by. Alex was back to square one. Alex took Aaron by the hand and led him back to the dorm.

Michael and Daryl were sitting on Michael's bed and Michael was counting money with the boy. Pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters were all over the bed and Daryl was counting. Conner and Mark were playing Nintendo in the double room. Alex sat down on the end of the bed.

"Hi guys," Michael said to them.

Aaron stood next to Alex still holding his friends hand. Alex was so consumed in thought that he didn't realize he still had hold of his friend.

"Mr. Bill said that if we wanted to we could move out of your dorm. Is that true?"

Michael was absolutely opposed to the idea, but kept his cool about it.

"Where would you prefer to go?" Michael asked.

"Then you would let us move?" Alex pressed the caretaker.

"Yes, but I would need to know why you would want to move first," Michael told the boy.

"Why?" Alex asked.

"Well, if the reason you wanted to move was to avoid being ringed, that's not going to happen. If you want to move because you think you would get along with another caretaker better than me, I would consider it."

"Alex, I don't want to move!" Aaron told his friend.

Alex turned and looked at his friend.

"I want to stay here," Aaron said to Alex.

Michael breathed a sigh of relief. He damned well knew that Alex was much too insecure to go alone, even if Michael let him (which he had absolutely no intention to do anyway!).

"OK, Aaron will stay here. Where do you want to be transferred to?" Michael asked Alex knowing the answer. "How about Coach's dorm?"

"Never mind," Alex said. Aaron had pulled the rug out from under him and Michael suggested he be ringed by a man who had a dick long enough to tie into a knot!

"Mr. Bill said that we could get out of here in two years. Is that true?"

"He told you that?" Michael asked the boy.

Both boys shook their heads. Michael was a little surprised. He would have to have a talk with Bill.

"Yes, the boys in The Program get out of here in two years."

"Because we fuck?" Alex pressed.

"Yes, because you fuck," Michael told him.

"But what about the judge, he said I would have to be in jail till I was at least 18!"

"The guards here don't really give a fuck about what the judge says. He doesn't run the prison, they do and they will let you out in two years."

At 12 years of age, Alex just got his sentence reduced by four years, maybe more. To the boys, two years was a very long time. Four, six and eight years was a lifetime. Alex and Aaron looked at each other and smiled for the first time that day.

"What you now know about The Program none of the other boys do yet. You were all going to be told once all of you were ringed. I don't want you telling any other boy about it until I tell you it's OK. Understand?" Michael told the boys.

Aaron looked at Daryl.

"What about Daryl?" he asked.

"Obviously he now knows what you know. I'll talk with him when I'm through talking with you."

Daryl was still counting money and putting it into piles but he did hear the part about fucking the judge.

Aaron calculated that he just got his sentence reduced by at least five years or more. He let go of Alex's hand and wrapped his arms around Michael in a big bear hug. Looking at Alex, Michael asked the boy "Feel better now?" Alex most certainly did.

"When is everybody going to be ringed?" Alex now wanted to know. He now wanted to hear the details about The Program. Michael thought about it.

"Probably in two, maybe three days," he told the boys.

"Good," Alex said. If fucking was going to get Alex out of prison faster, 'let the fucking begin' Alex thought to himself.

Dinner came and went very slowly for Alex now. He was on a mission to get ringed and get out of jail. He had a goal, something he didn't have for almost the past year. For the first time Alex studied Michael's penis. It was no bigger than his uncles and his uncle fucked him! Besides Michael's a pro, and he knew how to fuck boys without hurting them. Alex's uncle really didn't give a shit when he bent him over and rammed it into his 'faggot butt.'

Dinner over, it was shower time. Conner and Sean were washed first and then went into the dorm to play with the money and each other. Michael and Mr. Bill then washed Mark and Daryl who quickly joined the two little ones in their merriment. Aaron and Alex were now practically wrinkled into prunes from being water soaked, but they were laid down on the mats at the feet of the caretaker and teacher who proceeded to wrinkle them a bit more. Michael's final chore was to give each boy an enema which was standard prior to ringing for him. The boys were used to enemas by now, but they still ended up with boners waving. That bothered neither man one bit, nor did it bother the other boys on the unit as they sat watching with boners knowing that two more rings would appear the next morning.

The two men decided that Sean and Conner would sleepover together with Mr. Bill in his room for the night. Daryl and Mark would have the double room, and Alex and Aaron were sleeping with Michael. The night ended earlier than usual for Michael's dorm, they had things to do and Michael's door closed as Conner and Sean left with Mr. Bill and the baby bottle.

Daryl and Mark had two beds in the double room but neither boy considered sleeping alone. They both got in one of the beds and waited for Michael's kiss goodnight that they both knew was coming. Michael came in with a tube of KY jelly and holding the tip over Daryl's urethra, filled it up. The boy could feel the cold jelly as it traveled up his penis and was stopped by Michael's fingertip at the base of his penis. Then Michael did the same to Mark. The jelly in the urethra would lubricate the boy's anuses as they entered each other. He gave each one a kiss goodnight and pulled up the sheets.

Going back into his room, he did the same with Alex and Aaron and then inserted it into his own penis. Michael loved the feeling of the jelly as it traveled; it was half the fun. Turning the light out, he got in between the two boys and pulled the both of them against his body and laid his hands on top of their stomachs. It was time for the boys to earn their rings.

Conner and Sean went back to Mr. Bill's room with their teacher and Conner saw the room for the first time. His teacher's room was a mini apartment with a big bed and small living area. It also had a bathroom and a small kitchenette. Conner explored while Mr. Bill turned on the TV and settled into his chair. The TV was saturated with Christmas programming and the boys sat on Mr. Bills lap watching Burl Ives in Frosty the Snowman while eating two bags of chocolate chip cookies and milk.

Turning off the TV, both boys climbed into bed like two excited school girls. About the only difference was that these little school girls had two very hard little boners and they figured to continue to make use of them. The teacher turned out the bedroom light which left the only light in the apartment now coming from the kitchenette. Bill climbed in next to the two boys and pulled Sean on top of him and Sean opened his legs and let his feet drop to the mattress.

"He's all yours little buddy," Mr. Bill said to Conner who giggled as he mounted his friend and wrapped his arms around Sean's chest. Mr. Bill stroked the boy's sides as Conner entered his friend for the second time that evening. Sean closed his eyes as his teacher opened the boy's mouth to draw on his tongue while his friend once again brought him to orgasm. Before long, both boys would need to be in the field, and getting used to group sex was critical to The Program, they didn't need boys 'freaking out' around clients who were paying thousands to see the boys perform and perform with them.

Mark and Daryl wasted very little time once Michael left them for his room. Daryl was used to being submissive and turned himself around for Mark to enter him. Reaching around, he drew out the jelly from Mark's penis and put it on his anus. Then pulled Mark into him leaving Mark's head against his rectum. The jelly made entry very easy for Daryl and Mark was fully into him on the first thrust. Making love in the past was always pretty quick and brutal for both boys and they savored this new way to show each other their love for each other. Mark reached over and took Daryl's penis in his hand and turned the both of them so that Daryl was now laying on top of Mark. Mark began to slowly masturbate Daryl as he brought his penis in and out of his friend at the same pace. Neither boy was in any hurry to have the feelings racing through their bodies end too soon.

Daryl came with three or four convulsions that stiffened his body almost straight out and he waited for Mark who was very quickly behind him in his orgasm. Like Daryl, Mark's body arched and lifted both boys up off the bed in the mid section as Mark's penis twitched in ecstasy at the feeling of his dry climax. Daryl then turned himself around facing his friend and the two kissed in a tight embrace. Both boys fell into a peaceful sleep full of dreams.

After about five minutes of rubbing each boy's tummy, Michael turned his face and gave each one a kiss on the cheek. Alex took that as a sign that the night's activity was about to commence. Like Daryl and Mark, Michael wasn't in any particular hurry, they had all night.

"Are you going to fuck Aaron or me first?" Alex asked the caretaker.

"Neither one of you," Michael replied.

Alex listened to the answer and didn't understand it.

"You're not going to fuck us?" he finally said. "I don't fuck little boys," Michael told the very confused child.

Alex sat up and looked at the man.

"But how do we get ringed then?" he asked.

"I make love to you," Michael replied.

Michael wasn't a huge fan of the boys using the word 'fuck' when it came to his involvement and eventually all his boys soon learned to change the words they used.

"Animals fuck, people who pay for you fuck, people who rape you fuck, but I don't fuck. I make love to the person I want to have sex with," Michael told Alex and Aaron.

Alex was far from a stupid boy. The caretaker wanted the words changed. Fuck was out, make love was in.

Alex changed the wording.

"Are you going to make love to me or Aaron first?" Michael smiled at the boy and gave him a kiss on the lips.

"Thank you," he said to the boy.

Alex gave Michael a small smile as he laid his head back down to the pillow.

"Well we can either flip a coin, or, we can let each other decide who makes love to whom first," Michael told the boys.

Aaron giggled as Michael's hands reached both boys erections and held them in a soft grip and stroked the tips of each with his thumbs. The feel of the touch of the caretaker on his penis brought back the memory of Alex's love making with Aaron. His penis was certainly touched before by very many men, but not this gently. Maybe Michael was right, maybe he didn't just fuck.

Michael fell silent and continued to stroke each boy's tip with his thumb and could feel both boy's reactions to his stimulation through their penises. Michael knew that they could mask there feelings outwardly, but what was going on inside them was being telegraphed loudly and clearly to anyone who had ever been in that position. Michael was bringing both boys to the brink of climax and then letting the feelings subside. They were on a sexual roller coaster and Michael wanted to see which one would want to be satisfied first. With Alex's hips now reacting to the touching he knew the boy was primed.

"Aaron will be first to make love," he told the boys and moved away from Alex.

He rolled Aaron over him and now the two boys were together side by side.

"Roll over on your side Alex and give Aaron your penis."

Both boys were confused. Michael rolled Alex on his side and took Aaron's hand and put it on his friend's erection. Then he laid back down and moved into position on Aaron. As Michael slowly entered Aaron, Aaron entered Alex.

Aaron felt the caretaker ejaculate into him and felt the very warm fluid coat his insides. While he knew the feeling many times before, this time was somehow different. It wasn't something that was being forced on him or driven into him, this time he felt safe and secure with the man's body curled up against him. The caretaker's ejaculation spurred the boy's own climax and Alex now knew his friend had reached his lovemaking peak. Neither Michael nor Aaron withdrew from their partner. The warmth of the flesh around their penises radiated into them and there was no hurry to withdraw. When he climaxed, Aaron stopped masturbating Alex and Michael now put his hand over Aaron's and began resuming the boy's stroke on his friend.

"Making love isn't a singular experience Aaron; never stop until your partner is satisfied also," Michael told the boy softly as he let go of Aaron's hand and caressed Alex's nipple.

Aaron brought his friend to orgasm as he slowly kissed the boy's neck. All three stayed there letting their breathing sink back to normal levels embraced within each other. Aaron's arms wrapped around Alex and Alex held his friend's arms in his. He didn't want Aaron to go anywhere, not for a very long time.

Both Mr. Bill and Sean woke up to the bed rocking from Conner. Mr. Bill had seen it before, but he still smiled knowing the feelings Conner was experiencing in his mind. As a child, Mr. Bill was a rocker. Unlike Conner, the teachers rocking was something that was forbidden for him, and when his mother or father saw him do it, he was spanked awake and told to go and take a cold shower for being a 'nasty' boy. Mr. Bill didn't know for years why he awoke being spanked, he didn't know how he was being 'nasty'. At about age 12 on a boy scout campout, a friend told him he awoke 'jerking off' and that's why his parents went bullshit on him. His friends all thought it was very funny, because his friend made sure they all knew about it before breakfast! Now, watching Conner, it was like seeing himself in the mirror. He liked what he saw and saw nothing 'nasty'.

Mr. Bill reached over and put Sean on top of him and Sean laid his head down on the teacher's chest studying Conner.

"Does he know what he's doing?" Sean asked curiously.

"No, not really, he's probably dreaming about something, but I don't think he'll remember the dream by the time he wakes up."

"Why is he doing it then?" Sean asked.

"Why do people suck their thumbs or curl their hair between their fingers?" the teacher asked the boy.

"Because it feels good!" Sean said.

"Bingo! I think Conner feels good right now and that's how he shows it," Mr. Bill said to the boy.

Sean started rocking on top of his teacher mimicking Conner's movements. Mr. Bill laughed and stroked the boy's back all the way down to his buttocks.

"You're not asleep or dreaming," he told the boy. "It doesn't work that way."

Sean picked his head up looking straight down into the teachers face from three inches [7½ cm] away.

"It did last night!" he said.

Mr. Bill laughed again and gave Sean a big kiss. Hugging the boy back down to him, he rocked the boy slowly. There were a lot of times when Elmira wasn't a fun place to be. This wasn't one of them Mr. Bill said to himself.

Chapter Ten

All the beds in the dorms had a protective sheet for the mattress and two double thick mattress covers which absorbed the boy's urine when they wet and all the beds needed it. Michael now had a full house of five wetters and Conner wet for two.

"Move over here where it's dry," Mark said and opened his sheet to let Daryl slide over next to him.

Daryl moved over and draped a leg and an arm around the top of Mark. Mark didn't mind, he slept with his cousins like that all the time. Daryl was in a talking mood. Being new to the dorm, he liked being with boys younger than the ones in coaches dorm, and he liked Mark and Aaron very much.

"What did it feel like when we kissed last night?" Daryl asked Mark.

"It felt fine," Mark said not really understanding the question. "What did it feel like to you?" he asked.

"It felt like I was kissing a girl," Daryl said to him.

"Have you ever kissed a girl before?" Mark asked.

"No, only boys and men."

Mark was confused.

"If you haven't kissed a girl before, how would you know how it would feel?" he asked.

"I didn't mean how it would feel, I meant did you like it or not?"

"Sure I liked it, why wouldn't I?"

"Would you kiss me again?" Daryl asked.

"Sure, why not?" he asked Daryl.

"Nobody ever kisses me after we fuck," the boy said to Mark.

"Why not?" Mark asked back.

"I don't know. They don't want to be my friend anymore I guess," Daryl answered.

"Once after I kissed a boy and let him fuck me he punched me in the mouth and chipped my tooth," Daryl said as he opened his mouth and showed Mark a tooth with a chip in it. Mark looked at the tooth. He understood the questions a little better. He leaned over and French kissed Daryl.

"Some boys are just stupid," he said as the boys separated and Mark laid his head back down on his pillow.

Daryl laid his head down on Marks chest and could hear his new friend's heart beating. Daryl knew he was now in the right dorm.

"Can I sleep with you again tonight?" Daryl asked Mark.

"Sure," Mark replied as he took his growing erection in his hand.

Michael stirred first hearing Daryl and Mark talking very quietly in the next room. Aaron was on his stomach and Alex was also on his stomach but had his head on Aaron's back using it as a pillow. Michael got up quietly and got the box of rings down from the closet and found two rings, one for Aaron and one for Alex. Michael was changing the tradition a bit. The caretaker put one ring on Aaron and the other on Alex. Both rings would have to now be cut off when the boys grew out of them. Michael then went out to the bathroom and took a pee. Gramps was already in the shower with one of his charges who had a brand new ring on his finger.

"Look Michael!" the boy said to the team leader.

Michael went over and admired the ring appropriately. Then he kissed the boy's hand and said "Really nice Jarred."

The boy took back his hand and admired his new ring. Michael admired his erection even more. There were now three boys left to be ringed in the dorm and then learning would commence full steam.

Aaron and Alex awoke with Mark and Daryl coming through for showers. Aaron felt his ring on his finger first and sat up in bed.

"Alex, look!" he said to his friend.

Alex got off Aaron and sat up. Seeing Aaron's ring, he looked at his own finger. Alex was confused. Michael didn't have sex with him! Or did he? If he did, it was the smoothest fuck Alex ever felt in his life!

"I don't understand, Michael and I didn't do anything last night, you did it to me right?" he asked Aaron.

There was no doubt in Aaron's mind, he had one hell of a time with his friend.

"Maybe another boy can ring another boy!" Aaron said to his friend.

"I don't know" Alex said.

"Heck, if that's all I had to do, why didn't he say so from the beginning," Alex asked Aaron.

"Say what?" asked Michael as he now returned to the room.

"I have a ring!" Alex said.

"Did you fuck me last night?" he asked the caretaker.

"I didn't fuck anybody last night," Michael said to Alex.

The boy thought for a few moments.

"Did you make love to me?" he asked.

"I made love to Aaron and Aaron made love to you," Michael told the boy.

"But I thought you would have to make love to me in order for me to be ringed?" he asked.

"Normally, that's the way it's done. In your case, I allowed Aaron to ring you," the caretaker told the boy.

Alex thought about what he had just been told.

"Why?" he asked.

"Because Aaron loves you and you love him," Michael said to both boys. "Isn't that right?"

Aaron said nothing and looked at Alex.

"Alex?" Aaron finally asked.

"Yes, it's right," Alex finally said to Michael with his eyes getting very full.

Michael bent over and gave Alex a kiss on the lips and then gave Aaron one. "It's shower time when you two are ready to come out."

Michael went for a shower leaving both boys alone.

"Do you really love me?" Aaron finally said.

Alex said nothing, but tears started to stream down his face. The only person he ever loved was his father who was ripped away from him. If he loved again would it happen all over again? If he told Aaron he loved him would Aaron then leave him? Did Aaron make love to him the night before only because the caretaker made him do it?

"I never loved a boy before, but I do love you!" Aaron finally said to Alex. Alex stopped crying.

"What?", was this stupid fucking deaf ear not hearing right he thought to himself.

Aaron moved over to Alex and wrapped his arms around his friend.

"I do love you," he whispered into Alex's good ear.

Both boys sat there rocking each other on the end of the bed for a good five minutes before either one considered going to the showers.

The freight train coming down the hallway told Michael that Conner and Sean were on their way. Even under the shower heads, you could hear Conner a mile away. Sean still stuck very close to the core group of Michael's dorm, but he was actually interacting with the other boys and caretakers now and then, and the hollow shell was beginning to have a pretty spunky personality. Now, how do we get the damned bottle away from Conner?

Despite the fact that Doc had Patty wrapped around his chest for the entire night, Doc slept for maybe two hours. Christmas was almost two weeks away and it would probably take another few days after Christmas for the Committee to meet. Doc changed his plan. The most reasonable man he knew on the Committee was a retired senior guard from Auburn who now lived in Skaneateles Lake. He sent Kellie out of Elmira before breakfast and had the man called. There would be a meeting between the two in the afternoon.

Patty usually awoke alone, Doc was on the ward by 7:00 and Patty wasn't usually asleep before 11:00 or midnight. Her normal routine was to awaken about 8:00 or 8:30 and have breakfast with Kellie before her studies commenced. After lunch, she would go to the gym and pool with Kellie and be back by about 2:00 for afternoon studies and piano lessons. Since there were no critical care patients on the ward, Doc stayed with her this morning. He also needed to write a report for the Committee man. Patty loved to have her hair brushed either by Kellie or her father, and when Doc was around, he always did it for her. Doc woke her early and spent almost an hour brushing out her hair. It somehow relaxed the man who was convinced the sword of Damocles was hanging over everyone's head and was about to fall. Doc didn't give a rat's ass about his own situation but the thought that he might not be able to get Patty out of Elmira if the shit hit the fan terrified the man. If Patty were found at Elmira she would become a Ward of the State and be placed by Social Services. She would be better off dead. Nobody Doc worked with disagreed with him on that point. It was something nobody talked about, but everybody knew would happen.

After breakfast, Kellie and Patty had their usual tug or war over what Patty was going to wear that day. Most of the time Doc wasn't there, but the routine was almost always the same. If Patty decided on a dress, Kellie thought a jumpsuit would be more comfortable. If Kellie thought she should wear the white shoes Patty thought the yellow ones would look nicer. Doc never interfered, it took time for all this nonsense to play itself out and Patty had all day long to play. Patty never asked her father what she should wear, the answer was always the same: "Your birthday suit," Doc would tell her. Her father loved her naked, and in the apartment, she was rarely dressed so that she could please him.

Showers and breakfast finished, the boys went off to school and the caretakers cleaned up the dorms and started the laundry. By 10:00 it was meeting time and they drifted into the infirmary. Besides Michael's team, there were another three teams present and most of the discussion centered on Christmas and the boys who would be returning until the holidays were over. With the boys would be their caretakers, and it meant an influx of another six dozen people. On top of the holiday returns, there was another group of brand new boys coming in. Just six days before Christmas, they would be receiving 12 boys brand new to prison. The potential for hangups was huge.

"First of all, when the new group comes in the normal routine will be suspended," Doc said. "No physicals beyond checking for any possible injuries upon intake. No hair cutting, no shots, no stripping."

"Get them in jumpsuits until after the holidays," Doc went on, "I want them completely segregated from the rest of the units. I don't even want them to know the other boys are here."

One of the other caretakers now had a question for Doc.

"How are we going to do that and feed them?" he asked. "And what about gym?"

Doc had the answers as arranged with the guards. "The new group stays in 'D' block and will be fed on the unit. The block is being configured into two bed units and there will be around the clock coverage by caretakers 24 7," he said.

"And gym?" repeated the caretaker.

"D block has direct access to the gym from the boiler room hall. They will have gym from 3:00 to 5:00 every day which includes the pool."

"Doc, there's no way they aren't going to know the other boys aren't around; you can hear our kids six blocks away for Christ sake!" Coach said.

"Hearing is fine. I don't think any of the new boys are going to think they're the only ones in the institution. It's contact and sight we don't need. The gym and pool is off limits for our boys from 2:30 to 5:30 once the new boys get here."

"Let's keep one thing foremost in our minds when these kids get here. They're stressed to the max, they're depressed as hell and they're going to have a lot of time to think and thinking can get them dead! Your job is to keep them very active and alive until this bullshit ends. Feed them, cover them and watch them, especially at night, " Doc said.

"What about activities?" Michael asked.

"No TV, it's full of HO,HO,HO,." Doc replied. "Movies, Nintendo, games, comics, but nothing from the outside and that includes radio."

"Until we find out where these kids are coming from, I don't want to hear about any personal interaction between themselves or between staff. I don't care if they bring in Linda Lovelace, nobody gets fucked!"

"I've asked the Committee to get me these kids' histories as soon as possible. We need to identify possible jumpers. Michael will coordinate that search. If we come up with any, they will have one to one coverage 24/7. If any of you were planning to go on vacation during the next few weeks, cancel your plans," Doc said.

The meeting pretty much ended on an upbeat note with laughter.

Doc and Michael withdrew to Doc's office after Doc talked with a few other caretakers who needed some clarification.

"God I hate this mother fucking Christmas shit!" Doc said as he flopped down in his chair. "The guards tell me that the fucking phone is ringing off the hook with people who want to come in and sing for the poor inmates, or people who want to pray with the inmates. Where the fuck are these assholes in July?"

Michael didn't answer Doc; he heard the same thing every year just before Christmas.

"Where are we on the ward census Michael, I have six medical beds reserved as of now. How many boys are coming in for watch?"

"We have three who are serious, and probably 12 or so who would feel more comfortable on the ward. I think its more your magnetic appeal!" Michael said trying to lift Doc up a little. Doc didn't bite.

"What about Alex and Sean? Are they on the list?"

"No, not unless Alex says he wants to go, I'll ask him but I think he's now happy where he is."

"Why's that?" Doc asked.

"Alex has Aaron. I think there's enough glue there to keep them both together."

Doc accepted Michael's opinion.

"And Sean?" he asked.

"Bill has Sean One on One. Sean is fine where he is."

"Bill took him in?" Doc asked. Michael nodded. Doc raised an eyebrow.

"Michael, I've decided to call in a Committee member I trust concerning Long Island. I think we're in very deep shit down there and we could all go down."

"What about Joshua and Charley?" Michael asked.

"I know the Committee well enough to know that they're not going to let the status quo remain in place. She's a very loose cannon on a really wavy sea," Doc said. "I don't know if they're going to wait long enough for the trip to happen or not. I suspect they're going to want those kids as far away from her as possible."

"But why Doc? She already knows who they are and where they came from. What's the difference?"

"Michael, how did Bill get popped?"

Doc's reminder about Bill and the hotel room maid walking in on them stopped Michael's questioning as to Doc's concerns. The more the Captain's wife played with her foster kids and the boys from The Program, the greater the odds were of disclosure. If she got popped, she would start singing like a canary and walk away with a free ride from the DA and judge. Nobody who had an ounce of brains didn't know that!

Once again, Michael found himself leaving the infirmary in dire need of a few Black Beauties. On the way out the door one of Doc's assistants stopped him. Michael knew the orderly to be one of Doc's most trusted people. He also knew him to be a 'lifer'. With his sentence, he would die in prison. The orderly had a clip board with a bunch of names on it including Michael's.

"Do you have access to your check-out keys?" the man asked Michael. Michael nodded and the man made one more check mark on his list.

"John," Michael said to the orderly, "find me a bottle of Scotch," and walked back to the dorm.

The caretakers had about 45 minutes before the boys got out of school for lunch and used the time to wash, dry and put bedding back. Peter had the most seniority timewise and spoke first.

"Every year we go through Christmas and every year Doc gets gloomier."

Peter was right, but Peter didn't know about the Captain either. Michael kept silent. Of all the men there only Coach and Michael had any prayer of getting out, and neither man thought it was a positive idea. Coach would be close to 60 at best, maybe 80. Then he could look forward to a cop walking into his house or apartment at any time of the day or night and put him back in jail if he had a copy of a National Geographic with some black kid's dick sticking out. Or, he could have a cop sitting in his car in front of his house 'monitoring him'. Naturally, he would have to register as a sexual offender anywhere he went and even have the neighbors put up warning signs on his lawn telling little kids he lived there. Coach wasn't planning on playing the cops game anytime soon, and neither was Michael.

"Did John see you Michael?" Peter asked.

"He saw both Gramps and myself."

"Yes, he's checking all of us," Michael said as he folded sheets with Coach.

"Are these just Christmas jitters from Doc?" Peter continued.

"You know better father," Michael told him.

"Michael, you're about three years away from getting out. You'll be only 30 something when you do. You have a lifetime ahead of you," Peter said.

Michael smiled. "Father, that's not a lifetime, it's complete and total bullshit and you know it! Besides, if the hammer drops, nobody gets out anyway, so it's a moot point isn't it?"

"Is there a hammer about to drop Michael?" Coach now wanted to know. "Should I be speaking to John too?" Coach asked his friend.

"No, I will get you a pair of keys if you think you want them but Doc will have to agree. He may want to speak with you first," Michael said to the caretaker.

Coach handed back another comforter to fold between the two of them. "I think I want," Coach said to his team leader as they folded.

The laundry was dried and folded just before the boys came back and the mood changed dramatically. The boys knew nothing about Long Island, they were headed into Christmas and the food was getting more festive with the passing meals. They couldn't hear Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire on the radio or record player, but they could eat them. Most of the boys never ate chestnuts before, and most spit them out. Dates and figs were eaten, at least some small bites. Egg nog was consumed by the gallons and so was apple cider. Most of the boys didn't know cider had a side effect, and spent a bunch of time on the toilet.

Lunch that day was particularly noisy since it was one of the boys on the units Birthday and he got to choose what lunch would be. The boy chose McDonald's and the State of New York was billed $175.00 to celebrate his 11th birthday! Thank you Governor.

Patty's afternoons in the gym and at the pool were the only time she came into contact with the boys in The Program, except for when she met them on the ward and that was very rare. The boys she did come into contact with were all senior boys and well advised as to her and as to their expected interaction with her. She knew many of them by name. They all knew who she was.

Patty led a life from birth that most people could not possibly understand. A eunuch at two, she was raised to believe that both boys and girls looked the same, but boys' 'pink things' could 'stand up' and girls' pink things could not. Since she was a girl, her pink thing never stood up. It made perfect sense to Patty! Girls also had a 'tunnel' her pink thing fit into and boys didn't. You could see the end of their pink thing; you couldn't see Patty's or any other girl's for that matter. Boys also had two little balls in a bag. Girls didn't and Patty could prove it! That's what her mother taught her, and that's what her uncle who raised her to age seven continued to teach her.

By age eight when Doc became her father, it was a little late to change the way things were since he couldn't replant the child's balls, they were somewhere in a Tijuana sewer. Sooner or later the truth was going to appear, but that was years down the road when she would be able to understand the situation better as far as Doc was concerned. Patty loved to go swimming and like the boys, she always swam naked. By 10 Patty was also developing breasts. With no testosterone and only female hormones in her body, nothing was stopping them and Patty didn't mind one bit. She was already wearing halters when she went off grounds and had started to wear training bras. Seeing tits on Patty confused the hell out of the boys and more than a few took notice. Seeing an erection didn't bother Patty, it just proved that they were boys and they liked looking at her body! On a shopping trip almost a year earlier with Kellie Patty saw a real girl naked. It was explained to Patty that the girl she saw had a terrible car accident and her pink thing had to be cut off. It stopped any future questions at least for the time being.

By mid afternoon, the Committee member came in with a few cases of wine to distribute to the guards bottle by bottle. He spent probably two hours schmoozing with them and eventually made it to Doc's office. He wasn't there to talk to the guards, his meeting was with Doc, But you just don't walk up and sit down with a trustee and not have your 'friends' asking a whole lot of questions.

Basically, the man sitting before Doc was the brains behind the entire Program. He knew Albany, he knew way beyond Albany. He knew where the 'bodies' were buried, and he damned well knew how to insulate!

The Committee man brought in a case of wine and put it in a corner in Doc's office.

"How's Patty?" he asked as he put a bottle of Jim Beam on the desk and poured two glasses.

"Great," said Doc and passed the man a folder. The Committee man read as both men sipped their drink and now and then looked at Doc. No words were spoken between the two. Doc knew there wouldn't be. Half way through the report the man took out a pen and wrote Doc a note.

"Do the foster children know where the boys were coming from and is there a copy of this report anywhere?" he wrote.

Doc shook his head "No".

"Doc, I really want to wish you a Merry Christmas," and passed Doc another note saying the words "NO FLORIDA".

Doc stood up and the Committee man took back the note from Doc. "The New Year will come out just fine," he said and the meeting was over.

Two days later, some 'wacko' shot and killed a woman on the Sunrise Highway on her way back to her home. The Captain had to cancel his plans for Florida to attend his wife's funeral. They never found the 'wacko' and the Captain 'retired' at his request from the Department at full benefits.

They say an inmate learns a great deal about crime from his fellow criminals when he goes to prison, the guards learn too!

Michael received a note from Doc in the late afternoon to stop in and see him. Michael left the dorm just before the kids got back from rec and told Peter to tell Bill to fill in for him. This kind of a message from Doc wasn't usual, and these weren't 'usual' times either. Michael didn't know what to expect. Entering the infirmary Doc saw Michael and intercepted him.

"Michael, the boys cannot go to Florida with the Captain, the Committee won't allow it."

Michael was confused. The Committee hadn't met yet, they wouldn't meet until after Christmas. It was almost two weeks away.

"Doc, what are you talking about?" Michael asked.

"Michael, there isn't going to be a trip to Florida, it's been canceled!"

"By who?" Michael asked.

"Michael, listen to me. The trip is canceled and it's over. Do you understand?" Doc asked.

The look in the man's eyes told Michael that whatever Doc knew, he would not divulge.

"What are we going to say to Joshua and Charley? We promised them!" Michael said to his mentor.

"We said they could go to Florida, we didn't say who they could go with," Doc said. "Say nothing to the boys, they'll get their trip, it just won't be with the Captain."

Michael didn't fully understand it, but he did know how to follow orders.

"OK Doc," he said, "Anything else?"

Doc handed Michael a bag.

"Chivas," Doc said. "Don't be putting a nipple on the top."

Michael smiled as he thought of Conner.

"Coach wants to be put on John's list," Michael said to the man as he closed the bag with the Scotch in it.

"I'll deal with it," Doc told the caretaker and Michael left to go back to the dorm.

Michael got back to the dorm after the boys did and most of them were in the living room making popcorn balls and candy apples. Conner and more than a few of the younger boys had red glaze all over their faces and hands. Except for the fact that these boys were all naked, it looked like a Cub Scout meeting gone haywire. The sight amused Michael but at the same time depressed him. These boys had no business being here, but here they were.

The caretaker searched the room looking for any boy not participating and did a head count. Four boys were missing and he went searching. Two were in Peter's dorm playing Nintendo, two were in Coaches room lifting weights. Close monitoring of the boys would continue for almost three weeks.

Coach was standing by the table and Michael went over to him.

"Lock it up," he told the caretaker.

"Well, Merry Christmas!" he said as he looked in the bag and left for the kitchen.

None of the men drank often, but the holidays were upon them and they would find a little time.

Dinner came with the noise level climbing in the mess hall. Not only did the kitchen make a huge birthday cake for the boy in Peter's dorm, but the boys who were out in the field were also now coming back and so were their caretakers. None of the boys in Michael's dorm knew the specifics of their activities yet, but they were watching the senior boys with great interest mainly because many of them had regular clothing on. They also kept coming up to their original caretakers when they spotted them. Alex watched with great interest when boy after boy came up to Michael and planted a huge kiss on the caretaker. There was no mistaking the fact that Michael was very popular, and none of these boys were being dragged kicking and screaming to Michael's side. These boys were in The Program Alex now knew and he wanted to have a sit down chat with them.

None of this stuff escaped Conner's attention either. He picked up his plate halfway through dinner and wiggled his way onto Michael's lap. Conner was getting possessive, especially after he heard that some of these boys would be visiting on the units during the holidays.

With dinner over, Michael called a unit meeting before showers. There were now two boys left to be ringed and both were in Gramps' dorm. Alex would accept Michael tonight, so within two days, all the boys would be ringed and The Program specifics would be explained to them. As was usual, the senior boys would do most of the explaining, boy to boy and with the senior boys now all over the place, Michael gave the approval for them to start the information flowing.

"Normally, we do not get visitors on the units," Michael began. "But the holidays are bringing in boys who used to live here and you will be seeing them from time to time, especially in the mess hall."

"They are all like you, and are here for many of the reasons you are here. You may talk to them and ask them questions if you want to, but they are forbidden to have sex with you," Michael said with more than a few giggles floating around the room. "You are forbidden to have sex with them. If you want to jump on someone's bones, keep it in the unit and amongst yourselves."

Small giggles turned into slight smiles. The boys were now used to seeing other boys having sex together and they were not shocked by the verbalization.

"The senior boys know what they can tell you and what they can't so if one of them tells you he can't answer the question, you will not ask it again," Michael told the group.

"OK?" he asked.

A chorus of "yes" ended the meeting.

Showers were over a little after 8:00 and some of the senior boys started to drift in. Street clothing was now exchanged for jump suits and more than a few boys didn't bother to zip them up. Alex was dying to corner one of them and got the opportunity when he found one of them playing Nintendo with Mark on Michael's bed.

"Hi," Alex said as he and Aaron sat down on the bed.

The boy looked up and smiled.

"Hello," he said.

The boys introduced themselves and Alex wanted to dispense with formalities.

"Are you going home in two years?" he asked the boy whose name was Tommy.

"I've been here for almost two years, I'm leaving The Program just before Easter," he said.

"How long did the judge give you?" he asked trying to get to the point as soon as possible.

"Eight years, I was ten when I came to Michael. Now I'm 12."

Aaron felt a rush in his brain. This boy was exactly like him and he would be leaving in three months.

"What did you do?" Aaron asked him.

"I had sex with my little brother and my mother caught me," he said to Aaron without hesitation.

"And they put you in jail for that?" Alex asked him.

"Yeah, my mother wanted to teach me a lesson!" he said smiling.

"Where do you live?" Alex asked him.

Tommy shook his head "No."

"Do you like being in the program?" Aaron asked.

"It's OK, I get out a lot faster than if I went to general population," the boy replied. "And besides, in general population you're still going to get fucked but for a lot longer!"

"Does anybody spend more than two years in the program?" Alex asked him.

"No, every boy in the program leaves after two years."

Mark was sitting there through the whole conversation. 'What the fuck were they talking about?' he thought to himself.

"The judge told me I was going to stay here until I'm 18," Mark said.

"Fuck the judge, he don't matter anymore! How old are you?" the boy asked Mark.

"I'm 12 and the judge said I would stay here until I'm 18!"

The boy smiled at Mark. "You'll be out in two years, ask Michael."

"That's what Michael told us too," Alex said to Mark. Mark practically leapt off the bed.

"That senior boy said I was getting out of jail in two years. Is that true?" Mark asked Michael as he ran into the living room.

Several boys looked over to Michael who heard Mark's question.

"You will all be out of prison in two years," Michael said to Mark.

The TV was abandoned and the dorms emptied into the living room.

"You are all in a Program that gets you all out of prison in two years regardless of what the judge told you," Michael told the boys who were all standing around him.

"Why didn't you tell us before this?" Jimmy asked the caretaker.

"Because you needed to be ringed first," Michael told him.

"Why?" Jimmy asked.

"Mandatory!" Michael replied.

Each boy calculated for himself how much time was just shaved off his sentence. The minimum was two, the maximum was seven in the case of the three nine year olds on the unit including Conner.

"Merry Christmas!" Peter said to the boys and the living room went bullshit! Jimmy and a few other boys sat down on the floor and cried. The nightmare had an ending to it.

"Beginning tomorrow, Mr. Bill will be explaining The Program to you all and if you still have any questions, your caretaker will answer them for you," Michael said.

Alex and Aaron had come out to the living room with Tommy and Alex took Tommy by the hand and tugged him back into Michael's room. It was all very nice that questions would be answered tomorrow; he had questions that needed answering today. Tommy knew what the boy dragging him wanted, he had been there himself not very long ago. Sitting down on the bed, Alex began the interrogation.

"Mr. Bill says we have to fuck our way out of jail. Is that right?" Alex asked.

"Sure," said Tommy, "that's how you get out in two years."

"Who do you fuck?" Aaron asked him.

"Guys who pay the guards," the boy told them.

"How much?" Alex asked.

"I don't know, nobody does. But we get money for it too," he told them.

"How much?" Aaron asked.

"I don't know, we get it when we leave, but it's a lot!"

"How do you know that?" Aaron asked.

"Michael said so, and so did a couple of my friends who left a few weeks ago."

"Where did your friends go?" Aaron wanted to know. He knew he wasn't going home, where would he be sent?

"All over the place. Nobody really knows where they go," he said.

"Then how do you know they really get out of jail?" Alex questioned.

"We get pictures of them. One of my friends was on a beach with palm trees. I don't know where he was, but it wasn't New York, that's for sure. We also have a code word that only we know and if everything is all right, we use the word."

Alex was intrigued.

"How did you come up with that idea?" he asked the boy.

"Michael taught us how to do it just to make sure everything was OK."

"Does Michael know the code word?" Alex pressed.

"No, he told us to never tell anybody but each other what the word is so that nobody can fool us."

Alex liked the idea.

"Are you going home when you get out?" Aaron asked.

"No, I don't ever want to see my mother again."

"Where will you go then?" Aaron asked. He knew he wasn't going home either.

"On a horse ranch out west," he said looking happier than he did after the last question.

"Won't the people out there know you were in jail for sex?" Alex asked.

"No, they can't know that, The Program destroys all the records about jail. Nobody can ever find out unless I tell them!" he said to both boys.

Aaron and Alex looked at each other.

"Will that happen with us too?" Alex asked.

"Once you leave the Program, it's like you were never here. Nobody knows about the judge, the jail or the prison, it's all erased."

Michael then came into the room, he had Conner and his bottle and was ready for bed. He bounced Conner down on the bed and watched the boy scoot under the covers.

"OK guys, that's enough for tonight, tomorrow's another day and it's time for bed," he told them.

Tommy got up and wrapped his arms around Michael who picked the boy up and gave him a big hug.

"Goodnight tiger," he said to the boy and gave him a kiss.

"See you tomorrow Michael," the boy told his caretaker and Michael put him back on his feet.

Daryl and Mark came in on their way to the double room and two kisses later, Michael was climbing in along side Conner. He patted the mattress next to him.

"Your turn," he said to Alex and both Alex and Aaron climbed in.

It was a very big day and Michael was very tired, but the night was far from over. Conner climbed on top of the caretaker's chest and laid his head down sucking his shake down. Michael and Conner were back in their comfort zone. Alex laid back and put his ear over Aaron's heart. He didn't give a shit if Michael fucked his brains out, there was a way out of the maze he was in for the past many months. His hand went down across Aaron's stomach and found his friend's penis. Aaron loved him and he loved Aaron. He drifted off to sleep without a problem on his mind.

Conner finished his bottle while never stopping staring at his caretaker. Michael had his arms around the boy and was stroking his back and buttocks. Conner liked it when the man touched him in an embrace, he was used to getting manhandled and roughed up, Michael and Mr. Bill were very different.

"Did that boy in the jumpsuit sleep in this bed too?" Conner asked.

"Yes, he used to sleep with me just the way you are right now," Michael told his little charge.

"Did he pee too?" Conner asked.

Michael laughed. "Yes, he could lay down a pretty good flood just like you can!"

Conner thought for a minute. "Did you love him like you love me?"

"Yes, I love you both. Just like I love all the boys in the dorm."

Conner thought for a long time. "Michael, are they going to send me back to my mother when I get out of jail?"

Michael wrapped the boy up in his arms and held him tightly. "No Conner, when you get out of here, a very nice place will be found for you and we will make sure you are safe and happy," he told the boy.

"Will you be there?" he asked.

"No Conner, I will still be here taking care of other boys."

"Then I'm not going!" Conner said and lowered his head down on Michael's chest as his hands reached up for the man's shoulders.

Michael had found himself in this position before. After two years, the problem always resolved itself. In two years Conner would be 11. Eleven year olds think a little more rationally than nine year olds, he said to himself.

"We'll talk about it tomorrow," he told the boy.

"No we won't!" Conner said, "shut up!"

Michael kissed the boy on the head and rocked him slowly, Conner wasn't in a talking mood.

Morning broke for Michael with Conner half on and half off the caretaker. It was around 6:30 and Conner would sleep for probably another 20 to 30 minutes unless someone disturbed him and Michael wasn't about to do that. He was laying in a cold wet bed and needed to both take a piss and get a blanket to get out of the wet sheets. On his other side, Alex had shifted during the night and was laying in between Aaron's legs with his head using Aaron's stomach as a pillow. Michael envied Alex, Aaron was one drop dead beautiful boy, and Alex was no slouch either for that matter.

Michael got up out of bed and went into the double room to check on Mark and Daryl. More envy struck Michael as he realized the two had spent the night head to toes between each other's thighs. Michael would have liked to have been there he thought, but he was just too damned tired to get it up. Nobody was up yet in the other dorms and Michael took his piss and made up a bottle of shake for Conner. Getting a blanket, he threw it on the wet spot and crawled back into bed as Aaron stirred under the weight of Alex.

The caretaker laid there for a few minutes when he heard the door of the unit open. Mr. Bill came in with Sean.

"Is he asleep?" Sean asked the caretaker almost in a whisper.

"Well, he ain't doing jumping jacks!" Michael said looking down on Conner.

Sean giggled as Mr. Bill said "Not yet anyway!"

"Did you make love with Conner last night Michael?" Sean asked the man as he climbed on top of him. "Me and Mr. Bill did!" he said with a big smile on his face.

Michael looked at Mr. Bill who gave him a Cheshire cat smile once again. Michael smiled back at the boy.

"That's because Mr. Bill loves you very much, just like I love Conner," he told the boy. Sean accepted the answer even though Michael really didn't answer the question presented to him.

Aaron began stirring around more and Alex was now reacting to his movement. Alex turned his head from the right ear to the left and was now looking towards Michael and the teacher. Through bleary eyes, he figured out it was Sean on top of Michael and not Conner whom he couldn't see.

Alex got up on two elbows and was pretty much sticking to Aaron all the way. Aaron had peed during the night and Alex was laying on top of him. It was obvious that it was shower time to Michael and the teacher, and they drifted into the living room and got in the showers. Mark and Daryl followed in about five minutes, leaving only Conner still sleeping in the dorm. That was a very big mistake on Michael's part!

Conner woke up all alone. After rocking he turned his head to the other side expecting to see a sea of bodies. He saw an empty bed full of pee stains and crumpled sheets and blankets. This was the way he usually woke up at home. Conner arrived in the shower looking like he was just beat with a baseball bat. Shaking like a leaf, he was beet red in the face. He was crying and screaming for Michael at the top of his lungs. Michael got up and took Mark off his lap and went over to Conner to pick the boy up. Conner lunged for Michael. Conner was furious and started striking the caretaker around the face and shoulders. He grabbed Michael's face in his fingers and tried to tear at the man's skin. The only way Michael could stop him was to hug him close and keep his arms around his neck. Conner sunk his teeth into Michael's neck and blood was now flowing down Michael's chest. Conner was now punching at Michael's back as Michael took Conner into the shower and stood under a shower head until Conner spent his anger. Once Conner's anger was spent, he collapsed into uncontrollable tears and crying with his arms wrapped around his caretaker's neck.

The other boys were dead quiet. They had never seen a trustee or guard get hit by a boy before, and they couldn't imagine why Michael was standing there getting his face ripped open by the boy. Conner had dug his nails into Michaels face and back and a little blood was coming out from the scratches. But far worse was the blood that ran down Michael's neck, it had reached Michael's feet and was flowing down the drain in a red tide.

It took a good ten minutes before Conner was quiet enough to reason with, and Michael stood there rubbing the boy's back while Peter but medicine on Michael's face and back.

Doc had been called by Gramps and now arrived in the dorm with two orderlies.

"Take the boys to breakfast," Doc told Coach and the dorms filed out leaving the medical people and Michael with Conner alone on the unit. After talking to Gramps, Doc took out a syringe and approached Michael. Michael saw the shot and told Doc it wasn't needed.

"Give me a fucking break!" he told Michael and injected the boy with Demerol. "Now you can reason with him. Maybe he won't kill you!" Doc said to Michael.

"Sit down Michael, you have no idea what kind of infections bites and fingernails can produce!" Doc told the caretaker. Doc and the orderlies cleaned up the caretakers wounds as Conner started to drift off and go limp in Michael's arms.

"It's my fault," Michael said to Doc as the man was finishing up cleaning Michael's neck.

"Maybe so, but from the looks of this, if he had a gun or knife in his hands instead of his mouth and fingernails, you'd be in a whole lot of trouble right now!" Doc said to the caretaker.

"Maybe he's too unstable to deal with," Doc said to Michael. An 'unstable' boy to The Program was one who would never be involved. The boy would be removed and entered into the general population and be fucked and abused until either the boy committed suicide or went crazy. It was a death sentence.

"Doc, he didn't attack me because he was pissed off or went looney. He attacked me because he thought he was abandoned!" Michael told him.

"Michael, he was not more than 15 feet [4½ cm] away from you, do you intend to have an umbilical cord attached to him so that this doesn't happen again? What the hell is he going to do out in the field when you're hundreds of miles away from him?" Doc said to the man who was getting desperate to stop Conner from being terminated.

"I don't want him thrown away like a piece of garbage Doc. He's been here for just a few weeks, he needs a chance!"

Doc felt very deeply for the boys in The Program, but he felt even more deeply about the trustees who ran it. Burn out was the most insidious problem and he was looking at a caretaker who was a prime candidate. Nobody burns out who doesn't give a shit, and that wasn't Michael and the trustees who Doc knew. Doc had the power to get Conner off the unit.

"Three weeks Michael, if he's not secure enough in three weeks, he'll never be," the man said. "He's going to be out for about five hours, make sure someone's there when he wakes up!" Doc said.

Michael nodded as Doc and the orderlies left for the infirmary.

Michael looked down upon Conner's face. Conner wasn't asleep and Conner wasn't awake. His eyes opened now and then, but Conner wasn't seeing or hearing or feeling. Conner's mind was drifting and it didn't have any thoughts. The Demerol had him in suspended animation.

Michael knew the boys would be returning from breakfast shortly and he needed a place to be alone with Conner. He choose to go to Bill's apartment and sat down in his friend's rocker with Conner across his lap. Michael was determined to see that this boy was not thrown into the dumpster even if he had to raise him himself!

Michael sat and watched the boy for a few minutes trying to figure out how he was going to deal with him when he recovered from the shot Doc had given him. He could get up still going off, and he could get up a dishrag or anything in between. The caretaker wanted to review his file more closely. Maybe he missed something that could give him better insight into Conner and his behavior. Michael called to the infirmary and had an orderly bring him Conner's complete file. He combed the file for two hours over and over again. There was never any hint of aggressiveness, Conner was too busy being abused and assaulted from every corner of his world. Once Mr. Bill had the other boys in the dorm, the other caretakers joined Michael in reviewing the file with him.

Finally, Coach spoke. "If I were him, I'd be fighting like hell not to go back to this sewer myself!"

Nobody disagreed with him.

"Nobody is going to send him back there," Peter said.

"True, but he thinks we will, so he went off!" Coach surmised. "All these senior boys around aren't helping either. I saw his reaction last night at dinner to all the commotion. He's afraid of losing you Michael."

"Where do we go from here?" Michael asked the group.

Gramps in his private life was a very successful engineer. He wasn't a plumber or ditch digger. "I would suggest we get a plan in place for Conner's eventual termination and lay it out for him upfront so he knows what's going to be happening instead of guessing and wondering."

Gramps' plan was not the normal routine for The Program. Most of the boys involved never went back to their families: there was no family to go back to. The plans were made, and the boy never knew where he was specifically going for security reasons. Severance from The Program was always complete and usually had a great deal of distance involved with it. Almost no boys stayed within New York State. If Gramps' idea was going to be put into place, the committee would have to agree with it since they would be the ones to implement it and finance it. Many times it included switching identities and passports.

"I'll have Doc run it by the Committee," Michael said.

"And what about the short term, how do we deal with him when he wakes up?" Peter asked.

"Doc mentioned something about an umbilical cord," Michael said. "I've always wanted to be a mommy," he said.

Coach looked at Michael's neck. If he bit a little more to the left, you wouldn't have a jugular right now," he told his friend.

Michael carries the scar on his neck today.

The unit went to lunch and Michael had the kitchen make breakfast for Conner. He had not yet eaten. It was sent into Mr. Bill's room and Michael awaited the wearing off of the Demerol on Conner. Michael put a pair of Sean's underoos on the boy and put him up on his chest and rocked him back to the real world. Conner was physically spent, and stayed on Michael's shoulder for a good half hour before he eventually wiped his nose on Michael's neck and backed away from the caretaker.

"I thought you left me," the boy told the caretaker in a very low voice.

"Conner, I do not leave people I love and I love you."

Conner put his head back down on the man's chest saying nothing. The kitchen had brought Conner's shake in a bottle with his breakfast and Michael now fed the boy. It was time to mend fences and attach cords. Michael had no intention to bring Conner back to the diaper stage, but he was going to make him as dependant as he could until Conner felt secure enough to venture away. Michael thought he had done that by going to sleep with Sean, but obviously, the caretaker was wrong.

Breakfast and lunch for the boys in Michael's unit was a very quiet one. Not so with the rest of the boys who were seeing another new senior boy or two almost hourly. Mr. Bill observed the difference in demeanors between the two groups and decided to have a discussion about what they saw in the shower concerning Conner. It had to be brought out into the open and the boys would have to know how to relate to Conner in the dorm.

"You all saw Conner go off this morning," he told the boys. "Conner got upset with Michael because he thought he was being abandoned by Michael. When he woke up and found everybody gone out of his dorm, he thought he was being abandoned by everyone and struck out."

"How come Michael just didn't slap him when he bit and scratched him?" a boy from Coaches dorm asked.

"Guards hit and hurt people, caretakers don't. Michael would never slap any one of you, none of us would," the teacher said to the class.

"Is Michael going to report him to the guards?" Aaron wanted to know.

"No. He wouldn't do that unless it was something super serious that we can't handle," Mr. Bill told the boy.

"Michael is going to need all your help, because he has to make Conner realize that he is very much loved and will never be abandoned by any of us no matter what. The best help you can be is to just be very friendly to Conner, and let the caretakers deal with him as much as they can. Michael is going to be very busy with Conner for the next few days, and if you need something or have questions, try to ask another caretaker or myself. OK?" he asked the boys.

"Is Michael going to leave the dorm with Conner?" Mark now wanted to know.

Mr. Bill knew of Mark's emotional fragility and attachment to Michael.

"No," he said not really knowing himself.

Mark's blood pressure dropped.

By mid afternoon Michael left Mr. Bill's room for the dorm with Conner and the two laid down on Michael's bed. As with all the boys, Conner loved to be massaged and Michael took off the boys underoos and had him looking like a greased pig in less than five minutes. Despite the Demerol shot and going into the O zone for almost six hours, Conner was physically exhausted from the morning's hysterics and fell asleep 15 minutes into the back rub. Michael too was exhausted, but his was more mental than physical. He laid down next to Conner and fell asleep almost immediately.

4:30 rolled around and with it came the boys back to the unit. They were quieter than usual, but that wasn't saying much. Conner and Michael awoke as his boys all filed into his room and sat around the bed.

"Hi guys," Michael said as he reached over and put Conner on top of him.

"Michael, can we have pizza tonight?" Daryl asked the caretaker.

"Sounds great to me, what about you Conner?" he asked the boy.

Conner shook his head yes. "Fine, pizza it is guys, but before showers, not after."

Daryl and Mark went running back to the living room to tell Coach. Michael rubbed the boys back as he lay there with the other boys saying nothing.

"I'm sorry Michael," Conner said to the caretaker in a low voice.

Michael kissed the boy on the neck as he continued to rub his back.

"Just remember little man, you are very loved and we aren't going to go away from anybody we love."

Chapter Eleven

Dinner for the two of them came off Michael's plate as the boy sat in his lap and ate. Conner wasn't crazy about all the attention the boys were taking away from him, but he was secure enough to know that he was sitting in the driver's seat, and wasn't about to move over. Conner also knew where he was going to be sleeping that night, and who Michael would be making love to.

After dinner, the kitchen sent in pizza and soda for the unit and as expected, a lot of it was worn on hands, faces and chests. Conner ventured away from Michael from time to time with Sean, but whenever a senior boy came a little too close, Conner was back in his lap staking out his territory. The senior boys understood what Conner was going through and deferred to his possessiveness of the caretaker; they knew they would be able to visit with Michael when Conner was in school.

Bedtime came later than normal for the boys, between the pizza, showers and senior boys visiting, it was close to 10:00 before Michael got into bed next to Alex and Aaron and Conner received his last shake of the day. Michael had put on Conner's underoo's after showers, and sliding in on top of Michael, the boy now slid them off and threw them down to the floor. Conner was ready to make love to Michael, and wasn't taking no for an answer. Conner made damned sure his penis was felt by the caretaker as it poked him in the stomach and the boy slid down Michael's chest until the man's penis was firmly between his legs and laying between his buttocks like a hot dog on a bun.

When he was through with his shake, Conner threw the empty bottle on the underwear and turned himself around into Michaels lap. Michael pulled the boy up against him with his arms wrapped around the boy's waist and cupped the boy's genitals in his hands. Conner was ready. Michael entered the boy as the boy's legs rapped themselves over Michael's legs and pinned the man up against him. Conner reached his hands down to Michaels and covered the man's hands in his. He didn't want Michael to let him go and the caretaker had no intentions of doing so. Michael was in no great hurry to have the boy climax and slowly stroked his penis as the boy felt the heat of his caretaker as close to him as two people can possibly get. Conner was secure once more and he could tangibly feel his security as it swelled inside him with the caretakers contractions. Michael moved the boy's head to the side as he took the boy's neck in his mouth and started to suck on the little boy. Conner was even happier now. In the morning, there would be no confusion in anyone's mind that Michael had made love to him and Michael was his. For the next two weeks, this was the way Conner's day ended and he would have it no other way.

Michael had other boys in his dorm that required his attention, not the least of them Alex. Since Michael always took the most insecure and fragile of the boys within his bed, he had to become somewhat of a juggler. Mark and Daryl needed the man's attention a few times a week just to maintain their own sense of security. Sean's needs were being met by Mr. Bill for the time being and Aaron was secure with Alex.

Eventually, as they always did the boys paired off and became a 'Team.' This was not only sanctioned, it was encouraged because this would be the way they would go out into the field. Rarely, did one boy go out with a client alone. Some, like Alex and Aaron would be a team for life. Some, like Nathan and Joshua would have a team mate for the duration of The Program and then continue with their lives as if The Program never existed or they never went to jail. That was the ideal for the caretaker's and what they strived for concerning the boys.

Morning came for Michael and the boys, which found a full house in Michael's bed. That wasn't unusual for Peter, most of his boys slept together with him once they were ringed anyway, but like Coach and Gramps, Michael's routine usually had one boy in his bed and four boys in the double bedroom. Michael had to get used to the idea of once again waking up not only very wet, but with wall to wall boys all around him. It wasn't the most terrible thing he ever experienced, but he did miss calm and quiet mornings now and then.

Mark woke up first and climbed over Conner to get to Michael's chest. Mark was used to being cuddled in the morning, and Michael knew how to cuddle him like nobody but Mark's Father could. Daryl awoke and Michael had him get a bottle of shake for Conner when he woke up and Daryl then joined Mark on one half of Michael's chest. Once again, there were no loud complaints coming from Michael, he loved each boy, but Conner somehow drew himself a lot closer to the man. Michael chalked it off to Conner's age. Michael was drawn to younger more dependant boys, and Conner fit that bill to a tee! Conner reminded Michael of himself as a boy, he could easily relate to him.

Daryl on the other hand didn't fit the mold that the boy was trying to present; At least not to Michael and the other caretaker's. Arguably, he was probably the most abused of the boys on the unit since birth, but Daryl didn't initiate sexual behavior. The caretaker's knew from experience that if Daryl were gay and heavily into sexual behavior, he would have. Daryl followed orders, that didn't make him gay in their minds. The boy was making those around him happy. As far as Michael was concerned, Daryl was a sheep following the flock and very probably could walk away from The Program like Nathan and Joshua did if he was handled right. That became the team's goal and Daryl's interaction with both the caretakers and the other boys in The Program would change throughout his involvement.

7:00 rolled around a lot faster than Michael and the boys wanted it to, and Michael waited for Conner to finish his morning ritual while stroking both Daryl and Mark's backs from their necks down to their anus's and beyond. Michael wasn't about to bound off for the shower and get his ass beat in again and slowly stroked both boys as the boys watched Conner in fascination. Conner finally awoke with a wet forehead and three people laying there smiling at him. He wasn't really conscience of what he had just done, he just knew he felt fulfilled. As Michael handed Conner his first shake of the day, he lifted the boy out of bed and threw him across his shoulders with two little stiff dinks following behind him into the showers. Aaron and Alex were just waking up and Alex decided it was time to relax and play with his friends penis for a few minutes. Aaron didn't object, Alex had become extremely proficient at taking care of Aaron's sexual needs and Alex's possessiveness made it clear to Aaron that his body was Alex's on demand to do with as his friend pleased. Rarely in the future would Aaron ever feel unloved or unfulfilled.

Mr. Bill and Sean came in with Michael noting that Sean's neck had multiple hickies on it from the teacher's lovemaking as did Conner's. There was no doubt in Michael's mind that Sean's needs were being met despite the temporary absence of Conner. Sean would be one less boy Michael had to worry about for the short term, but sooner or later, he too would make love to the boy as he and the other caretakers did with all the boys on the unit before they would become senior boys.

With the morning came the news that all the boys were now ringed and more changes would now come into the boys lives. For one thing, the boys in the unit would begin to pair off, usually with an older boy choosing and pairing with a younger one. This gave the boys security in the field, especially the younger ones.

One of Coaches major responsibilities was to teach all the boys, but especially the older ones how to defend and protect themselves and their partner. Coach made sure the older boys could handle themselves very well and some excelled. Jimmy for one became extremely good at the Marshall arts, so good in fact that only Coach could exceed his skills by the time the boy became a senior boy. Jimmy could kick ass, and he was on a mission.

Who the boys paired off with was a decision left to the boys themselves. Alex and Aaron were already a pair, and Mark would chose a boy from Peter's dorm, a 10 year old. Sean would be chosen by a 13 year old from Coaches dorm, and by the end of January, Conner would pair off with Jimmy, a move that surprised Michael. As was the usual method, the boys would be paired by mutual agreement in the showers. In Conner's case, Jimmy asked Conner about four weeks after the blow-up if he could wash Conner instead of Michael. Conner knew that the invitation was a prelude to pairing. When Jimmy finally took Conner into his mouth on the shower floor, the rest of the boys knew that Conner belonged to Jimmy from that time forward and nobody was going to challenge his dominance over the little boy.

Once paired, the boys would begin to take care of each other, including sleeping with each other pretty much full time. The dorms now became a single unit. Alex and Aaron remained in Michael's dorm in the double room and Mark took Steven from Peter's dorm and brought him into Michael's. Once Conner grew sufficiently comfortable without Michael's constant attention, Jimmy would take Conner to his dorm with Coach. Daryl did not pair off despite the fact that several boys wanted to pair off with him. He was 'Unavailable' as far as Michael was concerned.

Alex had yet to be ringed by his caretaker and the mornings shower provided the opportunity for the both of them. After finishing washing Conner and Mark, Michael called Alex over to him and sat the boy down on his lap. Alex could plainly feel the caretakers penis as it was sandwiched between his cheeks, and the boy knew the time had come for Michael to make love with him. Alex no longer worried about the other boys in the shower, they were mostly too busy with each other to notice Michael and him making love, and if they did, it really didn't matter to Alex anymore.

Lifting his bottom up, he adjusted himself and felt the man's penis entering him as he slowly lowered himself down on it. This was not like a guard or trustee in Albany jail just fucking him in the ass, this was something he controlled and he allowed. Alex did not feel that he was being fucked, he was making love and the man was in his control. He didn't have a clue why, but he wished Michael was a little bigger than he was as he sank to the caretakers groin and leaned himself into Michaels chest. Alex made love with his caretaker, but it was Aaron who was on his mind as it occurred.

Michael climaxed as he masturbated the boy to orgasm with Alex lying on his chest with his arms wrapped around the man in a tight embrace. Alex received very few peck's on the cheek from that time forward from Michael, they knew each other much too well to make kissing that impersonal. Alex was ringed and gave the caretaker his body freely and publicly. As Michael and Alex let their breathing drop back down to normal levels, Michael smiled as he looked down at Alex's chest. Alex must have gotten a gold chain from Mr. Bill, because he had Aaron's Plastibell clamp around his neck, something that would remain there until he lost it swimming in Florida some 12 year's later. In the meantime, Conner and Sean were comparing hickies with the other boys in the dorms. The caretakers had showed the boy's a new trick, and very few necks were unblemished in the mornings from then on in the unit.

The holiday excitement ratcheted up for the boys in The Program and Doc was only happy when the doors to the infirmary were shut with the boys who were insecure inside and safe from the hoopla going on outside. Doc had been told about the Captain's wife's unfortunate accident, and breathed a whole lot easier. At the same time, he wanted to know why Jonathan seemed so clueless as to what was really going on. Or, was he being lied to? Doc said nothing to The Committee or his friend on The Committee about Jonathan's statement, but was convinced that if they did find out, another 'Accident' would occur.

Michael was called to a meeting with Doc the day after the wife was no longer a threat to The Program. Doc wanted to know what Jonathan knew and when he knew it. At the same time, he always kept Michael and the rest of the trustees at arms distance from The Committee.

"Jonathan's 'Double life' bullshit about the Captain doesn't fly with the story the boy's tell." he told Michael.

"Joshua is telling the truth. Jonathan is either lying or stupid." the man told him. "Find out which."

Michael knew the Captain's wife was dead. The Captain's wife was dead because she could possibly bring down The Committee and The Program. The mafia had nothing on The Committee when it came to protecting itself. Now Michael was going to go to a man that might just himself be dead if he didn't have the right answers. Michael justified his actions in his own mind, because he was protecting the boys in The Program. Michael was a lover of boy's not a fucking hit man who set people up, especially fellow trustees. The meeting with Jonathan pretty much decided if the man would see another (Or even this) Christmas!

"There was no double life with the Captain Jonathan, the wife knew about everything all along." Michael said to the caretaker as they sat down.

"Why did you tell us differently?" Jonathan looked stunned.

"What do you mean?" he asked Michael.

"Joshua and Charley have been fucking their brains out with the Captain and his whole family. Are you telling me you don't know that?" Michael said to the man.

"Who told you that Michael?" Jonathan asked.

"Joshua. And keep in mind he's one of my boy's, I ringed him. He doesn't lie to me!"

Jonathan lowered his head. He knew that Joshua was one of Michael's boys and he also knew the bond that existed between the two. He fell silent.

"Jonathan, what's happening down there on Long Island?" Michael finally said.

"Michael, it's OK, the Captain and his wife are too deeply involved to make any problems, they would go down with the rest of us if anything ever came out!" the caretaker said.

Michael sat back in his chair. 'You poor stupid dumb fuck' Michael thought to himself as he closed his eyes.

"Jonathan, you're not going back to Long Island, you will stay in Elmira until this thing cools off and we'll find another place for you out in the field when we can." Michael told the caretaker.

"Shit's flying and people are dead down there. You don't know anything, you haven't heard anything, and you haven't seen anything! Is that clear?" Michael said to him.

"But what about the Captain?" Jonathan asked Michael.

"The Captain will be busy burying his wife!" Michael said to the caretaker. Jonathan now understood perfectly.

Joshua and Charley left for Disneyworld three days after they arrived back at Elmira and they went with a guard and his family who didn't play games. They came back to Elmira after their vacation to be separated from The Program early. They never knew about the Captain's wife and never saw him again. They never saw Jonathan again. Jonathan received conditional release in 1999. He isn't free; his prison cell is just a little bit larger.

As strange as it may sound, Christmas 1988 was a good one for most of the boys in the program, many never received much, if anything, from their families and The Committee had unlimited funds to expend. The senior boys received clothing that most of them would never have been able to afford outside of prison and the junior boys primarily received electronic games and race car sets that were set up in the gym. The gym looked like Macy's Play land at Christmas time!

Boys like Conner, Daryl and Sean thought they died and went to heaven at Christmas Dinner, Daryl had never seen a stuffed turkey before in his life. Doc's boys ate the same food but in the infirmary. The reason given to the boys for the feast was the December Birthday meal for all the boys who's Birthday fell in December. Daryl ate in the Infirmary with Doc hosting the party. Daryl was sung Happy Birthday to, also for the first time in his life!

Doc brought Patty and Kellie with him and Kellie met Daryl for the first time. One week later, Daryl would be separated from the group, and during the day he would be tutored by Kellie with Patty for almost the next four year's.

Daryl spent his days with Kellie and Patty in class or the gym, and his nights back at the dorm with Michael until April. After April, Daryl moved into the hospital ward and was then made a perpetual 'Patient' of Doc's. Daryl would go from illiteracy to grade level by age 15 under Kellie's tutelage.

Doc lost no boys during the holidays, but he and his staff lost three nights sleep watching over them around the clock. By Doc's orders, the Christmas decorations in the dorms were removed three days after Christmas and the infirmary returned to its regular routine.

With the holidays over, the routine went back to normal and the boys progressed through The Program which had more to do with educating them as to what to expect out in the field and getting used to performing sexually under both private and public situations. In the field, it wouldn't be unusual for them to have to engage multiple partners, both clients and the other boys.

Classroom mornings were spent on academics. Classroom afternoons were spent on Sex Education 101. It took some of the boys a bit of getting used to, but by February making love to each other both orally and anally became routine for them and was rarely done in private anymore, there was no need for it.

By mid January, the boys were in the program for a month and they were now given shorts to wear if they wanted to. Most of the boys showed up for breakfast in shorts, but lunchtime they were usually naked again even though they had the shorts if they wanted them. Most boys didn't wear them in the afternoon because they would just have to take them off and put them back on. What was the point? Like wise, by mid February, they went from shorts to jumpsuits and it was pretty much the same story. Now the boys realized why, when they first came, they saw boys with shorts and jumpsuits sitting alongside them in the mess hall and not being worn. To boys like Jimmy and Alex, it all started to make sense. They also now knew why the boys always seemed to leave in pairs usually being led by the older boy. One morning Alex was ready to leave, and Aaron wasn't quite finished with breakfast. Taking Aaron by the hand, he tugged him away from the table and passed by a new group of boys who were watching him lead Aaron away. Alex wondered if he looked that frail and scared looking when he first sat in the mess hall as a junior boy. He didn't think so!

By the end of March, the boys graduated to senior boys and they were fully prepared. Every boy in the dorm had slept with all the caretakers on the unit, and that included Coach. Sleeping with Coach became somewhat of a litmus test for the boys, if they could make love with him and not come out broken in two, they had little to fear as far as they were concerned. The boys had nicknamed Coach 'Kong' and his dick had a whole lot to do with it!

Also by March, the boys were pretty much weaned from their caretakers and fully attached to their partners. Michael and the other caretakers would not be going out to the field with them, they had to rely on each other from that point on. Just before Easter Michael and his team would have a new group of boys and start the process all over again.

A few of the boys from Michael's team remained at Elmira upon 'Graduation' in April, but the rest were pretty much split between long Island, The Catskills and the Adirondacks. Close proximity to both Albany and New York City was important; those were the chief suppliers of clients for the boys. After the fact, the boys took notes. They decided that the camp in the Adirondacks was the best place to live, they worked maybe two or three days a week, they played the rest of the time and the Adirondacks offered the greatest variety of things to do, winter or summer.

The day before leaving Elmira was spent getting clothing for each boy. The Program had a store room full of boys clothing that could make Sears blush. By day's end each boy had a wardrobe that took two camp trunks to hold. The feeling in the air was close to that of Christmas. This was something new and exciting to the boys and they were constantly questioning the older boys who were already in the field every time they got the opportunity. The Field was clearly not jail or prison they knew, it was actually like being free except for the fact that you still had trustees around you and sometimes guards, especially if you traveled.

The mood for Michael and most of the caretakers was much more subdued. They were very happy for the boys because they knew they would be experiencing a much greater sense of freedom than they had known for a very long time, but there most definitely was an emotional attachment most caretakers had for these boys. It was like sending your kid off to school or camp for the first time; you had to let go, but you sure didn't want to! This was not Michael's favorite day.

"Do you have a code word if you're in trouble? Do you know the 800 number? Do you know what to say if you get stopped? Do you have your emergency money where it belongs? Do you remember your code word to reach Doc?" Michael asked the boys every question he could possible think of to keep them safe and secure out there.

For weeks the boy's were taught not to be fed alcohol, not to be given drugs, not to be allowed to be tied up or shackled; now they would have no control over what happened to them and the feeling was not comfortable for Michael or any of his team. The only solace Michael had was that the clients were screened very carefully. The boy's were very valuable to The Program, and a sicko could get a boy killed. Each boy was drilled constantly on his personal safety; Michael hoped the lessons took root.

The vans would leave the next morning after breakfast and it was a long night for Michael and his team. The Christmas Holiday's were the worst time of the year for Doc. Michael and his team went through that four times every year with the change out of every unit. With bags packed, Michael said good night to Alex and Aaron and Mark and Steven for the last time as junior boys. None of the boys doubted for a moment that Michael didn't love them from every fiber of his being!

Morning showers for the boys were the quietest they had ever been. The boys were happy to be moving on, but there was very little happiness seen in the caretakers faces. The caretakers were not allowed to see the boys off, and after breakfast a guard came to the unit and escorted them out. Alex, Aaron, Steven and Mark went Upstate, while Jimmy, Conner and Sean went to Long Island.

They saw each other from time to time, but usually only during travel. Alex and Aaron met Jimmy and Conner one afternoon in Charlotte, NC. Alex and Aaron were going to Florida and Jimmy and Conner were going to Atlanta. Small world!

Going out into the field was a culture shock for all of them despite their teachings. In the beginning, each new senior boy went out with an experienced senior boy. Going from a prison to The Mirage or Treasure Island in Las Vegas to have a member of the Saudi Royal Family fuck your little balls off because they couldn't fuck their own little girls due to some bible bullshit of theirs, or to a 150 foot Yacht in Long Island Sound, or to the Plaza Hotel can be a bit bewildering. Finding yourself in a cabin in Keene Valley is one thing, finding yourself in a Mansion in Darien is quite another!

Dealing with the clients also had to be gotten used to. Up to that point in time in The Program, the only adults they came into contact with were caretakers and trustees; peers. Now they were staring at very high profile, very powerful, and very rich men. It was not unusual at all for the boys to get a 'tip' of $1,000.00. Most had never seen that much money in their life! The boys were told (Correctly) that any tips they received would be put into their accounts along with a 'Contribution' from The Program for their participation. Most boys left The Program with in excess of $250,000.00 in their account.

That brought up another problem. You don't just hand over that kind of money to a 12 to 16 year old kid and not expect it to come back at you with questions. The problem was solved by giving the boys a weekly allowance of their money which was held in a blind trust that couldn't be borrowed against, or liquidated. At age 21, they could have the balance, but in the meantime, it was held in a Foundation set up by The Committee and administered by Lawyer's who held The Committee's trust.

Nobody (Who contributed to this story) knew exactly how much money transpired in total for the boys, only The Committee knows that figure. As close as they can guess, the boys received 10% of what they actually earned for their participation. The boys did very little complaining, they were making as much as the President of the United States was annually and the I.R.S. wasn't getting a nickel!

The work wasn't too bad for the boys either. Jimmy and Conner's best story was of the French Producer who rented a Yacht that sailed around and around Block Island while Jimmy and Conner were filmed having three day's of sex with two little French 7 year old twin boys who spoke no English but knew how to fuck like jack rabbit's and both had four inch [10 cm] dicks. The twins had bigger dick's than Conner did! In 72 hours, they fucked for 64 of them and came back to their home base and slept for two days straight! The tip alone was $2,500.00 apiece, and they understand that the tape is still being sold almost 17 years later.

Aaron and Alex became the 'Present' for a Jewish boy celebrating his Bar Mitzvah. The boy had told his Father at 12 that he was 'Gay.' Dad said fine and the little tyke spent his 13th Birthday getting his dick wet for the first time in his life. If he wasn't gay at 12, he certainly was at 13!

For the most part, the boys were always prepared for what they encountered. Some wore diapers, some wore baby dolls, some wore dresses. Most wore nothing but an erection and a smile. Time moved quickly and before they knew it, the greater majority of them were back in Elmira for Christmas 1989. It was strange for most of them to be there, because just a year earlier, they were watching senior boys returning, and now they were those senior boys. They had one more Christmas to go.

Most of the boys were separated from The Program just after Christmas, 1990. As with all the boys in The Program, unless they had somewhere specific to go to (Like Mark) they went to a 'Safe house.' Set up by former members of The Program until they had an alternative, or were old enough to go off on their own.

Where are the boys now?

Mark lives in Greece and is married with five children. One of his clients was a Greek who owns a very large company that grows olives and Mark, along with several other boys from The Program who were of Greek decent now work for the man. Mark's family still lives in America, Mark has no contact with them. Mark raises his family traditionally, and he considers his patron the Patriarch of his family.

Jimmy left The Program and two weeks after leaving, left the safe house and was back in jail in Kingston. He beat his brother to a bloody pulp and was arrested by the same D.A. and went before the same judge. Both men wanted Jimmy locked up for life. Jimmy, while in The Program, had a client who turned into a regular customer. The man was an exceedingly powerful Lawyer in a Law firm from Manhattan. The client put his entire firm at Jimmy's disposal. Jimmy's sister also came forward to reveal that the soldier brother was the father of her baby. This did not impress the D.A. or the judge, they wanted Jimmy's ass back in jail. Despite every trick in the book that the judge could pull, the Jury found Jimmy innocent of attempted murder even though Jimmy admitted on the stand that was what he wanted to do. The judge was furious at the Jury when they brought in a verdict of Not Guilty. He removed every Juror from the roles and they were never again allowed to hear another case. 'Jury nullification' It's called.

Since the D.A. and judge had no body to put in jail, they then went after the brother even though during Jimmy's trial, they denied he had done anything wrong!

Jimmy's Lawyer friend got a full pardon from the Governor for Jimmy based upon the sister's testimony, and Jimmy is now studying Law and is an apprentice in the Manhattan Law firm of his former client. Jimmy's parents apologized to Jimmy after the trial; Jimmy turned his back and walked away. He lives with Conner in Greenwich, Connecticut about 10 miles [15 km] away from his former client. Jimmy said nothing about The Program in court, as far as the D.A. and judge were concerned, Jimmy spent two years of his sentence in wilderness training in the Adirondacks and was then given clemency by the Governor. One more stupid moronic judge!

Michael maxed out in 1993, and because he was a child when he committed his crime, the records, as with all the boys records, were expunged. They were not expunged by the system, they were expunged by The Committee. That meant they were really gone and not just sitting in a file somewhere in Albany ready for resurrection by an over-zealous prosecutor or judge. He now lives on Prince Edward Island, Canada where he takes in boys from The Program who need temporary housing until the boys decide where they want to go from there. The Program fully funds Michael's expenses, along with a trust fund for him.

Daryl continued in The Program until 1993 and left it when Michael left. Daryl spent a total of just over five years in The Program, but he did not go out into the field, he never left Elmira and never serviced a client. The caretaker's made him 'Invisible.' to The Program and his participation was covered by the other boys in the unit with their full knowledge and consent.

His account money was 'Donated' to him through the other boys activities who 'Worked' on his behalf. Daryl lived with Michael in Canada until 2000, and is now married with two children and lives in Florida. (Where it's a lot warmer!)

Peter now heads the team and is still in The Program where he knows he will be for the rest of his life. He is not unhappy in his work!

Coach now heads his own team, and will max out by 2008. He has no intentions of ever leaving.

Gramps passed away of natural causes in 2002. His Grandson Brian claimed his body.

Mr. Bill remains on Peter's team, and also has no plans to leave. Michael hopes to change his mind and come to Canada to live.

In 1991 just after her 13th Birthday, Patty was diagnosed with terminal cancer and was given eight month's to live. Four month's later her condition deteriorated to the point that she was on a morphine drip and in constant pain. Doc gave her an intravenous injection and at 1:00 in the morning Patty's heart stopped beating. At 1:30 Doc rejoined her and at 68 years of age, he didn't have to worry about having pictures of nudist children anymore.

When Doc first received Patty, he asked for a trust fund to be set up in her name. He knew that Patty would need financial support once she left Elmira because he assumed she would outlive him. When Patty was diagnosed, Doc requested that her trust fund be liquidated, and turned over to Kellie. Patty's trust fund consisted of high yield bonds put together for her by a very smart man on Wall Street. The fund was liquidated for slightly over $850,000.00 in cash. A year later, the junk bonds were worthless.

Kellie took Doc and Patty's ashes to San Francisco. He now lives there with Sean and teaches at an alternative school for children of male homosexual parent's. Kellie and Sean were recently married and are expecting a baby boy in November from a surrogate mother. They have already chosen a name for the baby: Sidney Patrick.

Once a year, Michael and his boys along with Alex and Aaron and their boys, and Jimmy and Conner gather at the house of a friend of Daryl's in Florida for a reunion. The reunion is a bitter sweet one, and not so much a celebration as it is a memorial to Doc and Patty. Kellie cannot bring himself to come to the reunions up to this point, but is considering it after the birth of the baby.

'Maximum' John Cline pissed off the Democrats in Albany County, which is really close to pissing off the guards running The Program. The Democrats didn't bump the asshole off, they didn't support him in the next election, and he went down to a resounding defeat on Election day. He built his reputation by putting away scum drug dealers and scum sex deviants for his usual sentence, 25 years to life.

His very first client as a private attorney after his humiliating defeat was a 'Scum' drug dealer. When he was caught coming out of the Petit Cina porn movie theater, he was conducting 'Research.' In Albany, hypocrite is spelled CLINE.

In retrospect, the boys all agree that if it were not for The Program, they would have been abused, beaten, molested and probably be either dead or crazy by the time they reached their majority. They knew that would have made Cline and Greenberg very happy people. They always found it ironic that the very thing that brought them to prison in the first place was what protected them and got them out of it relatively unscathed.

Any reasonable person reading this story would have to conclude that most of the boys in this story should never have been there in the first place. We don't disagree. We also don't put them there; supreme ignorance doe's. They don't need nice plumbers, they need good lawyers and Jimmy hopes to be one of them who specializes in keeping them from becoming 'A Ward of The State.'

If anybody knows where "Maximum" John Cline is buried, the Albany contributors to this story would like to pay a visit to his gravesite to piss on it. If he's not dead yet, we'll wait!

MICHAEL, ALEX, AARON, JIMMY AND CONNER,

As told to:

HOWDY DOODY

End of Part I