Sidney Gittler

Arkansas Vacation

Chapters 5-10

This story was written by an Israeli pen pal of mine for my Arkansas Vacation series.

Storyteller: Matt (17yo) – Boys: Caleb (13yo), Paulo (11yo), Terry (13yo)
Mb tt – cons anal fist – bdsm spank

"I give up, I give up" Caleb laughed hysterically but I went on tickling him for at least two more minutes until I was afraid he'd faint from lack of oxygen. I fell on the bed next to him.

"You're mean" he told me, panting.

"That's it, only mean?" I asked.

He moaned, "not meaner than me, that's for sure"

I didn't answer this one. After all, Caleb is a master, a slave driver, who appears in the Little Leather Club each noon and on evenings when Benjy is on vacation (and there weren't many of these). I was barely a street hooker, 17 years old, on the verge of retirement, although I still had more than enough customers.

Caleb is almost 14, amazingly beautiful, without a single hair on his body (and as opposed to me, he didn't have to shave it). He has black hair, crew cut, green eyes, a tanned body and amazing smile. He also has an 8" [10 cm] dick, but that's another story.

And he LOVES his job, and the viewers like it also according to the amount of tips he gets.

"So, you coming to the club this noon?" He asked.

"Do I have a choice?"

"No, but don't pretend that you don't like it."

Actually I really liked it. A few months ago I had never even thought about this stuff, of S&M I mean, but suddenly, a few months ago, I found myself one rainy noon standing in front of the club, and because I had nothing more important to do, I entered.

And I found out it is really hot. I got horny within a minute and my dick started oozing precum. Caleb was on the stage, doing all these things with the ropes and whips. Since then we've been together. I love him, although I'm too afraid of telling him. I'm always afraid he'll decide he prefers to have a slave instead of me.

You see I'm not a slave. I tried to be, for him, but I'm too spoiled and all the things were too painful. I'm not a master either, I just can't be tough enough (Although Caleb tried to teach me, believe me). But I do like to watch his show, S&M does get me horny, although only as a viewer and not as a participant.

"So, you're coming" Caleb said, deciding for me.

"Yeah, sure"

"Great, today the show is going to be so hot, a new boy that Benjy trained for me and really heavy stuff, so I hope you won't faint on me"

"I guess I'll survive"

"But your dick won't" he laughed.

Then I grabbed him again and tickle-tortured him for five more minutes.

***

I entered the Little Leather Club. The place was already full with the noon crowd. Although it was noon the place was dark. The windows were closed and a few lamps lit the tables with pale light. I sat at one of the tables that was close to the stage, a table that was usually mine, and a few seconds later Paulo sat next to me.

"What's up Matt?" He asked.

I smiled. I knew almost every slave in the club because I was there so many times, and I was friendly with most of them (as far as you can be friendly with a slave). Paulo was one of the cutest.

He was almost twelve, Ivory color skin, and one of the more serious slaves, (Which means he was sent to all of those who wanted really to cause pain, not just tie and fuck).

"I'm ok, what about you" I answered him.

"What a night I had yesterday, something amazing"

Oh, I almost forgot to say Paulo enjoys every second of his work.

"Can you tell me? We have about ten minutes until the show starts"

Now he smiled. "Ok. It was evening and I was hanging around, getting ready for the show. I wasn't supposed to be on the stage, but you know, sit on someone's lap and pleasure him. Anyway, this guy came in. Forty years old I think, tall, muscular, black hair, really hot. He asked for a slave for some heavy stuff. I didn't even have to volunteer, the manager sent him straight to me"

"Sounds nice so far" I said

"And it went on being nice. We got to his room and all the windows were closed. He asked for a room with thick walls so screams wouldn't be heard. He told me to strip, and tied my hands and legs, and then he took out of his bag a short leather strap. It didn't really look like something that will be painful, but it hurt. And it was amazing, it was much more painful than other straps guys used on me, although most of the other straps made me bleed and this didn't, it just left red marks. I screamed so much but he went on and after half an hour there wasn't a spot on my body which was left white. Every place was covered with long red stripes.

"Then he put needles in my nipples, my balls and finally into my dick also, and left me like that for two hours in which he sat, with his 10" [25 cm] dick oozing precum while I screamed and twisted in pain"

"Sounds like you enjoyed every minute" I said.

He smiled "You bet I did, you know me. Anyway, after two hours he took out a candle, lit it, and started dripping hot wax everywhere on my body that was already sensitive from the needles. On my dick, my balls, my nipples. At that point I was sooo hard and had orgasm after orgasm.

"Every five minutes I had another orgasm and I already thought I would faint but then he took out all the needles and started fucking me, his fingernails scratching and slashing my whole chest and pinching my nipples hard. He came while crushing my balls with his fist and then I had another orgasm, the strongest that night, and I fainted.

"I woke up a few hours later in the slave-barracks. My whole body was in pain, but it felt great. And almost without a single drop of blood. Not like what is going to happen here in a few minutes."

"Huh?"

"Caleb didn't tell you?"

"No. He just told me he have a new slave Benjy trained."

"Yeah, sort of. You see, Benjy trained him especially for Caleb. Caleb always wanted something with a lot of blood and mess and fisting because he never had fisting, so Benjy trained this slave who could take a whole fist into his asshole."

I guess I looked shocked.

"Don't look so shocked, Matt. Remember Caleb had a birthday four months ago?"

I nodded. I'd bought him a thin gold necklace and he never took it off since then.

"Anyway, Benjy forgot all about it. So when he saw the necklace you bought for Caleb and asked what is it and Caleb told him, well, he was almost on the verge of tears."

"Really?"

"Yes, you know, he's really a good kid."

"So…?"

"So he promised Caleb a gift and remembered a day before a boy came to Peckertown on the bus and come to the club. So he started training this boy and yesterday they met and he gave Caleb 'his present'."

"So how come Caleb didn't take him home?"

"I guess he didn't want to hurt you by bringing someone else with him."

Then the lights went off and only the stage was lit with strong light. Heavy metal music begun, and Caleb appeared on the stage.

You should've heard the shouts ("spank him, tear him, make him bleed, make him yell"), the audience just loves him.

Caleb smiled, enjoying the attention. He wore short, tight leather pants, a leather vest that showed his smooth bare chest with two big red nipples standing in the middle. He was barefooted (He doesn't really like leather boots and prefers to feel the stage floor under his feet).

In his hand he held a whip. To be precise, he held the cat o'nine tails. I don't know if you ever had the chance to see this whip, but its one of the most painful ones. Nine thin ropes and Caleb was an artist using it.

"Bring the slave," he shouted.

Two latex-covered slaves carried inside a boy, tied with his hand and feet. They attached him to a wooden frame at the center of the stage, so he was spread-eagled. The boy had blond hair and a really white body, and he looked young. The audience saw only the back side of him, but the frame was on part of the stage that could be turned, so Caleb could turn the frame and let the audience see the slave's front whenever he wanted.

"How old is he?" I asked Paulo, whispering.

"Thirteen I think."

The music stopped. Caleb stood in front of the slave's back side, in a way the audience could see him and also the slave, and sent the cat o'nine straight to the boy's ass. You could hear the whip in the air, then the scream, and then nine thin trails of blood appeared on the boy's ass. Caleb went on working on this area for five more minutes. You could hear the shouts very clearly in the hall. Finished he moved a few steps away, letting the slave calm down a bit, and the audience could see the boy's-butt in all its glory, covered with long stripes of blood.

For the boy's back he used the bullwhip. It was amazing. You could hear the screams all over the hall. The audience was already hot and some of the screams came from the private slaves the people in the audience had.

Paulo noticed I was also very hot and horny and sat in my lap.

"Please," he whispered, "I'm yours."

For the rest of the show I filled Paulo's chest with scratches as I raked it with my fingernails. His nipples got close attention. Meanwhile on the stage the slave's back was already covered with blood but Caleb kept him conscious. I saw that Caleb himself was already very hot and his huge dick could be seen through the leather pants. Caleb threw the bullwhip and turned the frame so now we could see the slave's face and front. The blond hair, the blue eyes, and the expression of pain on his face. But the boy's dick was hard, almost five inches [12½ cm].

Caleb lifted the cat o'nine and started working on the boy's chest. Not too strong so no permanent damage will happen, but strong enough to draw blood. At some stage you could barely see the boy's tiny nipples.

The show was close to its climax. Caleb took a tiny whip, which he used to work on the area of dick and balls, and gave this area a red color. Meanwhile the slave stopped screaming and just whimpered quietly.

Then Caleb threw the tiny whip and I knew now is the grand-finale. He whispered something in the slave's ear and the slave nodded. Then he turned the frame so the slave's profile was to the audience. His face and ass were seen. Caleb kneeled behind him and put one finger in the boy's hole, then another finger, then another one, then four. He took out his fingers and closed his hand to make a fist.

Then he pushed his fist into the boy's ass. The whole fist went inside and also a little of his arm. His arm impaled the boy's ass. He started twisting his arm inside. I expected to see blood pouring out of his ass but not a single drop spilled out. The boy's face wore a mask of pain, but then Caleb grabbed, with his other hand, the boy's dick and started jacking him off.

The boy couldn't stand it for more than a few seconds and came with a loud scream, shooting cum all over the stage. Caleb took out his fist in one motion. Within a second he untied the boy's hands from the frame, letting him fall on the stage. In the next second he already got rid of his pants, letting his 8" [20 cm] monster that was oozing precum pop out. And then he grabbed the slave's blond hair and lifted his head until the boy's mouth was in front of his dick and the boy started sucking.

Caleb held the boy's head in place by his hair and all 8" [20 cm] were swallowed in the little red mouth. Caleb didn't last for more than a few seconds, and came screaming. The boy was laying on the stage, panting and bleeding, but he had a smile on his face.

The crowd cheered and shouted for what seemed like hours.

It was great. Caleb smiled and ordered the latex-covered slaves to take the bleeding boy away.

"This was Terry!" he shouted and whipped the stage a few more times, showing off his skills in using whips. Then he jumped off the stage and walked around, collecting money. When he finally reached my table he could barely hold the money.

"I don't make so much money in a whole month," he said, panting.

"You were amazing," I told him. I took a bill and gave it to Paulo.

"Thanks," Caleb said as Paulo slipped away.

"You give some of the money to the slave right?"

"Sure, he earned it."

"What's gonna happen to him now?"

"In 3-4 days he'll be up and running, ready for the next show."

***

We left the club and started walking down the street. It was already 4 o'clock and it was chilly outside.

Caleb was exhausted from the show.

"You enjoyed Matt?" He asked.

"Yes, it was fun, really hot."

"Great."

"Caleb…" I started saying.

"What?"

"I… I want to ask you something."

"Yeah?"

"Do you like being with me?"

"Wow, why are you suddenly asking?"

"I just saw you at the show and how much you enjoy being a master, and you know I can't be slave, So I was thinking, wouldn't you enjoy more being with a slave. Like Benjy who always walks around with a slave at the end of a leash."

He stopped.

"Look Matt. Yes, this thing with being a master really makes me horny, and this thing I like most about sex. You know, being a master. To feel all this power, to control someone, his body, even to cause him pain. But you see Matt…" he stopped to breath and then continued. "this is only the sex stuff, of fucking someone – of cumming. But I can't just have a chat with slave, just to have fun with or laugh. I couldn't tell a slave all the things I'm telling you now because he would just nod and say nothing. I need someone to talk to, to laugh with, just to go out and have fun. A slave would've never tickled me 'til I could barely breath, and that's fun too, a different kind of fun, but something I really enjoy doing. So don't feel I'd prefer being with a slave, that's what the club is for."

"So I'm ok for everything except sex," I told him, but not with anger, because I just couldn't get mad at him.

"I enjoy having sex with you Matt, I just enjoy it more with a slave. I'm sorry."

"Don't be, that's ok."

"Matt, I really, I…" and then he said quickly, "I love you."

"Can you say it again Caleb?" I asked.

"I love you Matt."

"Me too Caleb, I love you too."

Chapter 6

(Arkansas Vacation 6)

The following story is 100% fictional, hell after the Starr report anything I write couldn't live up to the truth. The whorehouse in NYC is 1000% fictional.

Storyteller: Marc Fogel – Boys: Daniel, Wang (13yo) Mt tt bb – cons oral – bd

Justin, Cody, Daniel and I are sitting around the conference table waiting for Mr. Jorgenson. Elijah and I are going to New York tomorrow to try removing the last barrier to reopening the hotel. You see several years before Arkansas changed all its age of consent laws, Mr. Jorgenson signed an agreement with one of the large hotel chains to put their name and advertising support on the hotel. Unfortunately, when the law changed they were able to close the hotel. Arkansas no longer fit their family image.

As we're waiting Cody said he had something to tell us.

"Go ahead, my father's going to be another ten minutes," my lover and assistant said.

Cody ran his fingers through his blonde hair and his smile lit up the room. There are times I'm glad he and Daniel had a falling out, otherwise Justin and I might be out of luck.

***

"Justin and I wanted to go out last night for some fun. We looked though the local paper to see if there was anything new in town. We saw an ad for a magic show playing at the BIG-LICK ice cream shop. We took a shower and got dressed. We walked down the street hand in hand, happy to be with each other. We entered the BIG-LICK and got a table next to the stage. We each ordered a hot fudge sundae, mine with extra nuts. As we are eating the show starts.

"Big Sol climbs the stage and explains that the Olsons have taken the week off, but we are in for a treat.

"Yeah, Lance told me they were going home for a week, but Frankie's not coming back. Everyone agreed that he was too young to do this full time. As much as a slut as Lance can be he was uncomfortable with the advances his baby brother was getting," Daniel filled us in.

"I'm glad, I really hate seeing some of the real young kids whoring out there," Justin said. "Back to you dear."

Cody leaned over and gave Justin a quick kiss on the cheek.

"OK, Big Sol takes a deep breath and shouts, 'Gentleman. I'm proud to introduce Boydini and his twin brother Ninja-boy'."

"The lights dim and a spot light shines onto the stage. A flash of bright light and smoke and then standing there is a boy about 14 years old with short blond hair. He is wearing tight red leather Speedos and a matching red cape. Music starts to play and Boydini starts doing a jig. As he's dancing he grabs his cape and whips it off. Boydini then throws his cape up in the air. The cape just hangs there until another, almost identical boy dressed all in black like a Ninja walks up and grabs it and walks off stage.

"Boydini starts to make like a mime and pulls on a invisible rope. A large box comes on stage like it's being pulled by the rope. The box is made of glass and there are two statues of nude boys holding their penises in their hands, like they're going to pee. As the boy is pulling on the rope lasers and mist start to play along the stage. When the box is in the center of the stage Boydini walks around the box tapping it to show us that it's all solid glass. When he walked all around the box, he stands in front of the box with his arm extended out. Ninja-boy then walks up and puts hand and ankle cuffs on Boydini. Ninja-boy then lays Boydini down on his stomach and puts another set of chains on him connecting the wrist and ankle cuffs together. A chain is lowered down from the ceiling and Ninja-boy puts the hook on the end of the chain on the chain connecting the cuffs. The chain lifts Boydini from the floor and then lowers him into the glass box. When Boydini is all the way inside the box, Ninja-boy closes the top and the boy statues start to pee water into the glass box.

"When we see Boydini is fully underwater and the statues have stopped peeing, Ninja-boy pulls a black tarp over the box. A minute passes and Ninja-boy pulls the tarp away. We see Boydini still chained up and struggling to get free of his chains. Ninja-boy pulls the tarp back on. We can feel the tension rising as the seconds pass by like hours. Ninja-boy then pulls the tarp away again and Boydini is gone. We can see the chains still on the bottom of the glass water filled box. Everyone in the BIG-LICK starts clapping. As we are clapping, Boydini comes onto the stage doing back flips. I admire his body as he flips onto the stage. The red Speedos, wet body and hair making him look very sensual. Boydini stands in the spotlight and takes a bow.

"After he takes a bow Ninja-boy comes up to him and pulls off his Speedos. Boydini has a nice small patch of light brown pubic hair above a nice three inch [7½ cm] cut dick. His balls are pulled up tight to his body from his little dip. Ninja-boy jogs off stage and comes back pushing a dentists chair on wheels. Boydini sits in the chair and puts his feet in a set of stirrups. With Boydini sitting in the chair with his feet in the stirrups we get a great view of his boy hole. Ninja-boy then comes back on stage with a VERY large 12 inch [30 cm] long, 6 inch [15 cm] wide pink dildo. Ninja-boy lubes up the dildo with some KY jelly and then slowly pushes it into Boydini's hole. When the dildo is in all the way, Ninja-boy takes a step back. We can see the base of the dildo just inside Boydini's hole. Then Boydini stands up, puts two fingers into his mouth and pulls out the dildo. To show us that it's the same dildo he turns around and bends over and spreads his cheeks. We can see the dildo is in fact gone. Everyone starts to clap again.

As we are clapping Ninja-boy pulls the chair off the stage and brings a table with a small box on it, onto the stage. Boydini walks up to Ninja-boy and pulls on his Ninja pants. The pants pull off like a stripper's pants and Boydini throws them off stage. Ninja-boy then stands in back of the box and Boydini pulls Ninja-boy's penis though the box. He then rubs Ninja-boy's penis until it reaches its full 5 inches [12½ cm] of hardness. When it's fully hard, Boydini puts a clamp onto it so Ninja-boy can't pull it out. Boydini then pulls out a short sword from under the table. He uses the sword to cut along the back of the box and Ninja-boy. After he finishes his cut, he throws the sword into the air and it lands and sticks into the floor. Boydini then pulls the box to Ninja-boy's right side. Like he's taking it off of Ninja-boy's body. Then moves to the left side of the table where the floating penis is. To show us that it is a real penis Boydini jerks off the penis. Ninja-boy lets out a yelp and cum shoots out of the penis in the box. Boydini puts the box back in front of Ninja-boy and then removes the clamp. Ninja-boy pulls back and Boydini pushes the table off stage. When the table passes Ninja-boy we see his penis is still a little hard and that its red from a rub job. There is still a little cum dripping from it to show us it's the same cock that shot off.

"Boydini then walks off the stage and walks through the crowd watching the show. He comes up to our table and takes my hand. He pulls me up out of my seat and walks me up on the stage. When we are on the stage he snaps his fingers and my shorts and boxers fall to the floor. Ninja-boy walks up to me and drops to his knees. He takes my penis into his mouth and starts to suck it. My dick fills up to it's full 6 inches [15 cm] in no time flat. I start to moan as Ninja-boy's tongue rubs the underside of my cock head. My hips thrust in and out and my butt tightens as I feel my cum start to boil in my bag. Just before I shoot, Ninja-boy pulls off and then strokes my dick. My cum shoots out in long thick ropes of boy cum. But none hit the stage. When all my cum has shot out I can see none on the floor. Boydini then opens his mouth and shows me and then the audience that my cum is now in his mouth. Boydini then walks up to me and gives me a big kiss. We share my cum between us. I pull my shorts back on and go sit down.

"Boydini and Ninja-boy pull a bed on wheels out on the stage and Boydini gets on his hands and knees on the bed. Ninja-boy then rubs some lube on his dick and without any warm up he just shoves it to the hilt up Boydini's ass. Ninja-boy then starts a wild fuck feast on Boydini's ass. As Boydini is getting fucked, he starts to jack off. His hand is flying so fast that all you see is a blur of motion. This goes on for a few minutes and then Ninja-boy pulls out. They both stand facing the audience and jack each other's cock. They both spray cum out towards us. But the sperm turns into pure white birds which fly over our heads. Boydini puts out both his arms and the birds fly and land on them. With the birds still on his arms, Boydini and Ninja-boy take a bow to us.

As they are bowing all the lights turn off for a minute. When the lights come back on they're gone. The only thing that's on the stage is a sign that reads…"Be kind to each other, and to us." Under the sign is a large basket that is overflowing with money before Justin and I go home for the night."

"Oh shit, we've got to see them tonight, Lion," I said.

"Sounds good to me, maybe Benjy, Shawn and Chris can come too."

"I had an idea," Justin said.

"Yes Justin," I said.

"While Cody and I want to keep our restaurant sex free; if you want to have entertainment in the lounge, this might be a great act."

"Very good idea. If they're interested we'll talk to them."

At that point Elijah walked in and we got down to business. An hour later the five of us walked out of the room with the contract on 'Cody's Sports Bar and Grill' signed and sealed.

"Now if everything works out tomorrow we'll open in three months. While Marc and I are gone the three of you go to the hotel and figure out what we have to do to open up. Cody, Justin pick your space from the three restaurants and bars that were there before. Dan figure out which of the others should be the coffee shop and which the lounge. We'll be counting on a lot of trucker business where the sports will come in handy but the In-Boy and the Ass-Tease are usually full so Peckertown needs the extra beds. Dan take mom over and go through the rooms, see how much we have to replace right away and what can be delayed till after we open."

"How many rooms are there Mr. Jorgenson?" Justin asked.

"Two hundred-twenty rooms with three hundred-sixty twin beds and forty king-sized beds. Televisions, dressers and mini-refrigerators in each one. It was a class hotel."

"We'll make it that way again dad. Is the elevator running?"

"Should be; now I've got to get back to the restaurant. I believe you two have work to do. Cody, Justin if you want to use the conference room to plan or for anything else, well almost anything else, just call to reserve it."

"Thanks sir," Cody said blushing and the two of them walked out.

Elijah turned to me, "Make sure that grill works out for them."

"Don't worry, we'll watch out for them. Where should we meet in the morning?"

"I'll pick you up, and make sure Dan's awake when I get there. You know how teens love to sleep in."

"Dad," Daniel groaned. "I'm going over with you for a minute, I want to ask Shawn and Chris if they want to go out with us tonight."

Father and son left and I turned back to my office.

Fifteen minutes later Lion walked into my office, put a can of diet root beer on my desk, walked around, sat on my lap and kissed me.

By the time he let me breath again my cock was straining and leaking. "Now look at what you started lover. Don't you think you should finish?"

Without a word Daniel locked my door, stripped and proceeded to unzip me and pull my hard-on out of my pants. Slowly he licked the precum off my cock head and spread it up and down my rod."

"You sure you don't want to wait and party after the show. I already have reservations for the five of us."

"Benjy was able to get Caleb to sub then?"

"Yeah, they wanted to have Caleb do his new act at night anyway and this gave them the perfect excuse."

"Oh shit", I moaned as he stroked my growing rod. "I don't want to wait so get those sensuous lips onto my prick please."

"What manners." Before I could respond those lips were on my prick and slowly sucking it into a very talented mouth. It didn't take long before I felt his lips touching my pubic hair. After Lion took a moment to catch his breath he started bobbing his head up and down. Quickly at first but slower and slower as he felt me getting closer to the age. Looking down I saw his fist busy around his cock.

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, work it love, work it. I'm getting close, oh so fucking close, oh yeah, oh yeah, I'm cumming." With that I shot my load down his throat and felt his sperm on my legs. When I was done he licked me clean and sat back down on my lap.

"Now did you want to see me about something boss?"

"Couple of things. First, the sports bar is a terrific idea but do you think Cody and Justin can make it work? I mean working in a bar doesn't mean you can run one."

"I know, I watched mom and dad sweat over details to make the Tasty Buns work, it wasn't always easy before the law changed. Just hiring staff, ordering the right food and cooking is a lot of work."

"Getting staff should be easy, there's got to be a lot of boys out there who would love a chance to stop hustling. Even some boys from the Little Leather Club that aren't working out there."

"Good idea, remember Benjy was saying he had more applications than he needed new slaves?"

"You think Billy Ray Bob would be interested in moving over as head waiter?"

"If Benjy can spare him we'll ask him. Who's going to cook?"

We went back and forth for another hour, thinking and outlining way to make Cody and Justin's job a little easier. Besides, we had another restaurant and a lounge to staff and run as well.

After we dressed I stopped Daniel as he headed for the door.

"One more thing."

His puzzled look meant he'd heard my nerves. "Yes, Marc?"

"This is a little hard because I don't want you to get this wrong. I love you more than anyone I've ever been with."

"But."

"No buts about that, but back in New York there's a whorehouse that specializes in boys that I went to. There was a Chinese boy, Wang, he's thirteen now, who was my regular whore for the last four years."

"He started when he was nine?" I could hear the shock in Daniel's voice.

"His parents sold him then, I think they were selling him on their own even before then, but he wouldn't talk about them. Anyway, I want to see if I can buy his freedom and bring him down here. See if he wants to hustle, the club or hotel."

"He'd stay with us until he got settled?"

"If that's alright with you."

Daniel walked back to me and hugged and kissed me. "Yes, I love and trust you. Feelings like this for the boys here are one of the things that made me fall in love with you. I don't want you to change."

After a nap, shower and supper we picked Chris and Shawn up at their one-bedroom apartment and Benjy at the family's home behind the Tasty Buns. Chris and Shawn were dressed in gym shorts ripped up the sides and tank-tops that opened enough to reveal well muscled chests. Benjy was in full leather of course, without his boy-dog. I guess it's time to tell you the truth. The boy-dog is not just an affectation, he's Benjy's bodyguard. Given his role, visibility, age and wealth he makes an inviting target so Elijah handpicked one of the slaves to serve as Benjy's bodyguard. The dog bit is strictly an act and he usually walks at the end of the leash.

The show was everything Cody had promised, except tonight Boydini fucked Ninja-boy's ass for the finale. And yes, they picked Benjy for the disappearing cum trick. Now remember Benjy is not quite eleven so when his shorts fell and his monster prick sprang to life Ninja-boy was surprised, but deep throated him nicely.

After the show Chris and Shawn invited the three of us up to see their apartment. Of course we said yes. The boys are hard workers who not only keep the tables clean but the customers happy. Their tips had let them rent the apartment and Shawn didn't have to turn tricks to make ends meet.

Their living room and kitchen were sparsely furnished. The bedroom had a king-sized bed and a 32" [81 cm] television set on the dresser.

As we turned to leave the bedroom Chris and Shawn blocked the door and shook their heads. In unison they took their shirts off and dropped their shorts and stood there in hairless beauty. Shawn walked up to Benjy.

"Master Benjy, I've wanted to be fucked by that cock since the first time I saw it."

"I wont if you say it like that."

Disappointment covered Shawn's face for a long moment, but was replaced by a smile and a nod. "Benjy, you're gorgeous and hot and I want that monster cock inside me."

Benjy brought Shawn's mouth to his and they kissed passionately as Shawn tried to strip the young boy.

"Marc, Lion," we turned towards Chris, "it's sandwich time and I'm the filling, or should I say filled."

Daniel and I looked at the stunning youth before us and started taking our clothes off.

"Can Lion fuck me? Aaron's told me how Daniel got his nickname and I want to hear it myself."

"Fine with me," I said.

And my was it fine. The shy little hitchhiker we'd picked up on the way back from New Jersey was a very hot sex machine who kept both of us under control until he wanted us to shoot. And he swallowed every bit of a very huge load at the same time his ass was being filled in unison to Lion's roar.

Being the showman Benjy waited until we were lying on the floor and dragged Shawn in front of us and started pounding his ass while stroking the boy's cock.

"You ready, Shawn?"

"Oh yeah, oh yeah, fill my ass."

"You got it, I'm going to fill that tight ass of yours with a gallon of boy cum."

"Oh yeah, oh fucking yes. Do it, Benjy."

With that Shawn shot all over his and Benjy's chests and Benjy howled as he thrust his hips into the small firm buttocks and shot his load deep into Shawn's bowels.

The next morning Elijah picked me up and we headed to the airport. The whole way to New York City we discussed strategy. We got to their office early. When the time came a tall, dark complexioned man came out and I smiled. He recognized me as well and his shoulders sagged. I suggested a quick private meeting and by the time we were done everything was settled at even better terms than we'd dreamed of.

You see, this vice president of family values hotel had been a fellow guest at the In-Boy Inn, even been at my birthday party. Elijah couldn't believe it when they not only agreed to release us from the deal and pay our expenses for removing their signs but also handed over a hundred thousand dollar check to make up for lost profits.

As was his custom Elijah was in bed by ten, since the Tasty Buns opened at eight for breakfast. I headed out into the night. I headed down to Greenwich Village, some things hadn't changed. After hitting some familiar haunts and seeing some old friends I walked to a dark building overlooking the docks and gave the password.

Inside the brightly lit entrance there were thirty naked boys from nine to fourteen lounging around. Some were already with clients. Those waiting perked up when I walked into the living room. I looked around but felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Hi, Mr. Fogel, long time no see."

I turned and took Wang into my arms and kissed his smooth oriental features. "I'm glad you're still here."

"Your usual I see, Mr. Fogel."

I handed two hundred dollars over my shoulder. "Yes, Mr. Coates, and I may want to talk to you afterwards."

"Just ask for me."

Wang had grown to a very thin and very talented five footer [1½ meter]. I followed him up to his room on the third floor, passing rooms with clients and one or more boys tending to their needs.

We got to his room and drew the curtain.

"How have you been? They treating you OK?"

He nodded and smiled as he started unzipping my pants. "I'm fine, they treat me good but you know."

Naked I took him in my arms and kissed him while my arms felt his chest and around to his back and ass. I slowly stroked the long rat-tail that ran down between his shoulder blades to the middle of his back. I could feel the strap marks. Marks that shamed him not because they came from clients or employers but his parents. Slowly he knelt and took me into his mouth and my cock responded to the familiar warmth.

"Wang, oh Wang suck my cock, use that talented mouth." I sat on the bed and the hairless boy never missed a stroke. I reached over and rubbed his ass, found his crack and slipped a finger up his experienced hole. When I felt I was close, I stood him up and took his six inch [15 cm] uncut rod into my mouth and licked the head and sucked on him while I put first two and then three fingers into his ass. I caressed his prostate and sucked him until he had a powerful but dry orgasm.

When he recovered he took a condom from the table, put it in his mouth and put it on my cock. I had him stand on the floor with his hands on the wall and I rubbed his back and cheeks as I slowly inserted my throbbing cock into his tender ass. I let his ass muscles contract around my cock, letting Wang do all the work while I played with his nipples.

Slowly I started humping his ass as he said all the right things that whores are trained to. After a few months in Peckertown I knew the routine as well as he did but I truly liked the boy. I speeded up my strokes and was soon filling the rubber with my semen. After Wang dumped it I pulled him onto the bed and kissed him again.

"You stay much longer and Mr. Coates makes you pay more money."

"I pay him for extra time already. I have a question for you – a serious question."

He nodded and didn't resist as I pulled him closer. "Then I will answer honestly."

"I now live and work in Peckertown, Arkansas. Have you heard of it?"

"Some of my customers have told me about it. Aren't you a little old to be chicken meat?"

"Much too old, I work for a man who owns some restaurants and hotels there. In fact his son is my lover."

"Cool. I'm glad for you and hope he doesn't get angry because of this."

"He won't, I told him I was coming to see you. But here's the question. If I can arrange it with Mr. Coates, will you come with me to Peckertown to live and work there? Get some skills besides being just a sex toy."

"You will be my pimp instead of Mr. Coates?"

"No, we don't have pimps there. The residents look after the boys and, if you don't want to work the streets, I can arrange for a different job."

"But this is my home."

"This is where you live and work. But how long before they kick you out because your too old or used up? What do you do then?"

"When I turn fifteen I must leave. If I go will you watch over me and help me if I need it? I don't know what its like out there."

"Of course, you can even stay with Daniel and I while you get started."

"Daniel, nice name. Is he my age?"

"Fifteen, several inches taller and long black hair. In fact his nickname is Lion."

"Does he roar like a lion?"

"Oh yes. What's your answer?"

"I will go."

I dressed and took his hand and we went back downstairs. I knew where the bosses office was and knocked on the door. I heard a click and opened it. Brian Coates was sitting on a couch with a pair of identical nine year old twins straddling his knees.

"Hi, Marc, what can I do for you? Wang, go back outside and wait for your next customer."

"I want him to stay." Brian nodded and pointed to a chair. I sat and Wang sat on my knee.

"As you've probably noticed I haven't been around for the last few months. That's because I finally got a job working for a hotel and restaurant company and moved away. When I got sent up here on business I decided to stop by."

"I'm glad, its always good to see old friends again. But I don't think this is a social call."

"No, I've become attracted to Wang and I want to take him with me. With your permission he's agreed."

"Is that true, Wang? Are you unhappy here?"

"No sir, but I like Mr. Fogel and after four years…" He let his voice tail off rather than say the wrong thing.

"How old are you Wang?"

"Thirteen sir."

"Do you promise to take care of him Marc? He's been a good boy and worker."

"Yes, as I said I've become attracted to him and want him to have a better life."

Brian Coates got up and walked over to his desk and started working on his computer. "Over the last four years you've spent four thousand dollars on Wang. Two thousand more and he's yours."

"Check or credit card?"

"Card, and when will you be taking him?"

"Now if I could," I said as I handed over my platinum card.

Brian nodded as he left the room.

Wang turned and kissed me as we waited. The two boys on the couch started to sixty-nine.

Fifteen minutes later Brian came in followed by a much larger version of the twins carrying a bag and some clothes. I stood and walked over to his desk to sign the slip. We shook hands, Mr. Coates nodded and the boy handed the bag and clothes to Wang.

Wang dressed and picked up the bag. As we started to leave he put the bag back down and walked over to Brian.

"Mr. Coates, I want to thank you for taking care of me when my parents didn't want me anymore. It has been an honor working for you."

Brian shook Wang's hand, "It's been a pleasure having you here. Take my card, if you ever need me just call." Then he hugged the boy.

"Take care of him, Marc."

I nodded and we headed uptown to my hotel. I had taken the bag and Wang never let go of my hand once we'd left the building. Watching him as we walked over to 6th was like looking at the proverbial hayseed spending his first day in the big city. In this day and age probably even more so since today's hayseeds are wired as much as any city dweller. Except for out calls I doubted Wang had left the whorehouse in the last four years. We grabbed a cab and he huddled against me.

Across from the hotel there was a MacDonald's and he insisted we go there first. He ordered two Big Macs, large fries and a large chocolate shake. I had a quarter pounder plain, medium fries and a large diet coke. He finished my fries.

The first thing I did when we finally got into my hotel room was call the airline and add him to our return flights. I used my personal credit cards, I knew Elijah would have agreed to pay but this was my call. The only blessing was that I wouldn't have to lie my way through why I was taking a Chinese boy back home.

When I got off the phone I turned to find Wang naked again and looking down at the bag.

"What's in it?" I asked.

"Don't know, maybe the clothes I was wearing when my parents brought me there."

"Open it."

He shook his head. I walked over and lifted it onto the bed. "Sit here," I patted the bed, "next to me and we'll open it together."

Silently he sat and watched as I unzipped the bag. On top was his birth certificate. His full name was Wang Tse-Tung. Next to it was a current photo id from the New York City Board of Education. Underneath was a copy of the New York Daily News from three years earlier telling of the murder-suicide of the Tse-Tung family. Underneath that were the clothes he had been wearing four years earlier. He threw them in the garbage.

Then we looked again. There was a large brown paper bag with a note attached. We pulled it out and I read it aloud.

Dear Wang;

I am glad you are heading to a better life. You were a good worker not only by faithfully servicing your customers but by helping break in the new boys. You will be missed.

Inside the bag is the money you earned the last four years. Have Mr. Fogel put it someplace safe for you so you'll have it when you need it.

Thanks,

Brian Coates.

I turned to Wang and saw him smiling at the kind words. A stern hand had probably been the only thing he had seen from his boss before tonight. He opened the bag and emptied it out on the bed. We started counting.

"Six thousand dollars. That's everything you've spent on me. You should take it."

"No, you earned every penny of this money and Brian's right. One day you will need it. The Peckertown Bank is used to protecting the working boys' money." I didn't want to know how much for each blow job and fucking this came out to.

Wang and I met Elijah Jorgenson in the hotel's coffee shop and I introduced them, explaining to my lover's father that Daniel knew and approved of my bringing Wang down to start a better life.

"So you've been working since you were nine?" Elijah asked.

"For Mr. Coates, my father was selling my services in the basement of his restaurant since I was five. When he lost his lease he sold me." He hung his head and started crying. I took his hand and gave it a squeeze. "I'm sorry, but my father always told me he did this because I was unworthy of being his son."

"Wang, that bastard should have been castrated at birth," Elijah almost screamed. "No child does anything to be treated and used the way your father used you. He's the one who dishonored the family name. When we get home you take the time you need before you start working, and you decide what you want to do. You hear me?"

Wang looked at me and I nodded.

"Thank you Mr. Jorgenson, Mr. Fogel. One thing I would like is some schooling. I can't read or write."

"Which brings up something Daniel, Cody and Justin have talked about," I said.

"Reopening the school?"

I nodded. "Let's face it, if we want to continue attracting boys and keep them working in Peckertown then we have to treat them as residents and not as commodities. The mental and health clinics are big successes but if want to enhance our reputation as the most boy friendly town in Arkansas then giving them some schooling can't hurt."

"We've got the building and books, but how about teachers?"

"My neighbor, Mrs. Thorpe, used to teach and is willing. Big Sol's wife has been home schooling her kids and nephews, the Olson triplets, so she might be willing. Mrs. Thorpe said there are a couple of other former teachers around who might be willing. We're only thinking about basics at first so the boys have a better chance of succeeding when they move on with their lives."

"Council meeting one week from next Monday. Prepare a plan and have Maple and any other willing certified teachers with you. Now lets eat and get to the airport, we've got a plane to catch I don't think any one of us wants to spend another night in this town. Right, Wang?"

"Yes, sir."

Naturally, the planes were behind schedule so it was late afternoon before Elijah dropped us off at the house. Even though it was early September it was still hot and the note on the front door said 'pool.' We dropped our bags inside and I led an awestruck Wang through the house and out the backdoor. Lion, Benjy, Justin and Cody were swimming in the pool. Benjy's 'dog' was sitting along the edge and began to move as soon as the door opened.

"It's OK, Ralph; its my boyfriend," Lion said and Ralph sat back down. "Hi, lover, how was the trip?"

"Fantastic, went even better than we'd hoped for. I hope you guys were busy yesterday and today because we open in three months."

"Yes!" Cody screamed and hugged Justin. "Yes, yes, yes."

Benjy and Lion got out of the pool and walked over. I bent my mouth down to meet my lover's and we kissed. Benjy walked over to Wang who looked curiously at the nude younger boy.

"Are you going to introduce us to your friend, Marc?" Benjy asked.

"Yes, this is Wang Tse-Tung from New York City. This youngster is Benjy and this is his older brother, and my lover and best friend Daniel, also known as Lion. The blonde in the pool is Cody and the brown haired boy is Justin."

"I see they are lovers too. Who is the boy at the side of the pool?"

"That's Ralph," Benjy replied, "we aren't lovers but let's say we take care of each other."

The slave master's choice of words interested me but it wasn't the time.

"Benjy, take Wang down to the pool and get him into the pool and introduce him," Daniel said as he took my hand.

Benjy nodded and smiled as he took Wang's hand. "Wang, I think we'd better start by getting you into your swimming clothes."

"I don't have any."

"Well then you'll have to swim naked like the rest of us." Benjy started unbuttoning Wang's shirt as Daniel and I walked away.

"Miss me?" Daniel said.

"Every single minute. Wang may be hot and a nice kid but you're the one I love and hate being apart from. I lifted him and really kissed him.

Over sodas Daniel and I filled in each other on the two days business accomplishments. Daniel finished his and looked me in the eye.

"And what about you and Wang?"

"I went to the whore house, we had sex. I completed the business transaction with the guy who owns the house. We went back to the hotel and slept. And I mean sleep, we haven't had sex since and we wont again if it bothers you. You are the one I love."

He smiled and roared. "I know my love, and I guess as long we follow our rules then neither one of us can be jealous."

"I'm not even going to touch that one. Now go back out and see if Wang is successfully taking care of your baby brother."

"Aren't you coming?"

"No, the trip wore me out. Come get me when your ready for supper."

"You OK?"

I stroked his cock. "Just saving my strength for later. Now go."

I climbed the stairs and went into our bedroom. As I stripped I looked out the window and saw Wang going down on Benjy while my love stroked the oriental's back. I knew he wouldn't go further. When we'd moved in together we promised that we would never have sex with anybody else in our home, and the enclosed backyard counted. I closed the blinds and took a nap. God do I hate flying.

A kiss accompanied by water dripping on my face woke me. I slowly opened my eyes and saw the love of my life bending over me with a towel tied around his waist.

"Have fun love?" I asked as I untied the towel.

"As much fun as you can have watching sleepyhead. Now get up you have six hungry boys to feed."

"The Tasty Buns or the In-Boy Inn's restaurant?"

"Cock Suey, Wang's hasn't had Chinese food since his parents sold him."

"I hope he's forgotten what real Chinese food is like," I said as I got up and stretched.

Lion's hand found my cock and it sprang to life. He stroked it a couple of times, let it go and smiled. "That's my dessert."

"Tease, but I'll save it for you. Now get some clothes on. Did you show Wang his room?"

"Yeah, he was amazed at that much space just for him, and a door he could actually open and close when he wants."

"I know, they don't let the boys have any privacy when they're not with clients. We'll have to give him the tour tomorrow and buy him some new clothes."

"I gave him a couple of my gym shorts, basketball jersey and sandals. The shorts ride a little low on him but they make him look sexy."

"Make?"

Daniel smiled and kissed me long and hard. My cock got hotter with each second our lips and bodies met and if he'd touched me I would have shot but he didn't and somehow I held off. My eyes never left him as he got dressed. We held hands as we walked down the stairs were we met the other boys.

"Marc, can you drop Ralph and me off at the club?"

I nodded as I noticed Ralph had put his leash and collar back on. "You sure you don't have time?"

"Master?" Ralph said when Benjy hesitated.

"Yes, Ralph?" I said. He remained silent till Benjy nodded.

"Master, I think you should discuss this with Daniel and Marc. It is important and you have to be sure you are doing the right thing."

Daniel took his brother's hand. "Talk, little brother."

The youngster looked at all of us and nodded. "I'm sorry, Wang, but Cock Suey will have to wait until tomorrow. I do need to talk this over with friends but I need someplace private. Marc, can you call the inn and have them set up a private room for us?"

"Sure, I'll just be a second." As I walked into the kitchen I heard Benjy say to Daniel, "I am not your little brother, I'm your younger brother."

A half hour later we were sitting around a table in a private room at the inn eating off huge platters of chicken wings, mozzarella sticks, hot dogs and fries.

Benjy finished off a hot dog and wiped his hands. I caught his hand moving towards Ralph's.

"OK, here's the problem," he started, "I've."

"We've…" Daniel interrupted.

"I know it's 'we' but the slaves are my responsibility. I was at the club today during the lunch show. Scotty did a great warmup and Caleb had the audience eating out of his hand. The show went fine, everybody paid and left good tips for the boys. That was when the fight broke out."

"Who fought?" I asked sitting all the way up.

"Two of the boys started, Roger and Ahmed, but others joined in. Caleb, Scotty and I needed to crack the whip to get them in line. Five of them needed medical attention and bunch have some nasty bruises."

"What were they fighting over?" Justin asked.

"Another slave, one of the new ones, Alvin. He's thirteen but can easily pass for ten. Been very popular with the customers but it seems Roger and Ahmed both want him for their own."

"A lover's triangle?" Cody asked, "how romantic."

"If I may, Master?"

Benjy nodded to Ralph.

"When a new slave comes into the barracks he can be claimed by one of the older boys as his personal slave. The new slave will do all the older one's chores as well as any sexual act demanded, whenever. If claimed by two, they fight. The boy remains a slave until he wins freedom by beating up his master or his master takes new slave. Roger won the fight but Ahmed did not honor victory and continued to fuck Alvin. Tension has been building for days."

"I'm faced with a bunch of problems here. Do I – can I – stop this practice? In either case I have to punish Roger and Ahmed and I'm not sure how."

"How do you usually punish them?" I asked.

"Usually five lashes, but we've never had anything like this before. I've got to maintain discipline."

"One time Mr. Coates, the man who owned the whorehouse, had the same problem," Wang said. "He chained the two boys together and hung them from the rafters in the attic. While we all watched he and Rasheed whipped the two boys into unconsciousness. The rest of us had to spend the night standing and watching their hanging bodies as a lesson. There was never another fight."

"Sounds good, but I would also free Alvin and forbid either boy from having any slaves in the future." I said.

"You would let them keep doing it?" Cody asked.

"How do we stop it? It's been going on for a while now without us knowing about it. No, our concern is maintaining discipline and control."

"How does that sound to you, Benjy?" Daniel asked.

Benjy turned to Ralph who nodded. "OK, but I'll order twenty lashes and have Scotty and Caleb do it while everyone else counts. I'll stop it at fifteen as a sign of mercy."

"Good idea, younger brother."

Benjy smiled. "Thanks guys for helping."

"I've got one question Benjy." I said.

"What?"

"When are you going to take Ralph's collar off and free him and really become boyfriends?"

Benjy blushed and Ralph laughed before answering. "Three months ago, I wear the collar because I'm still his bodyguard and it's easier if we maintain the illusion."

"You fucking dog, congratulations brother. Now get going, you've got to get to work."

"Yeah, I fuck my dog and my dog fucks me and even when we're not we get along great."

Storyteller: Matt (17yo) – Boys: Benjy (10yo), Caleb (13yo), Scotty (13yo), Ahmed (16yo), Roger (16yo), Alvin (13yo)
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Hi, its Matt writing this time. You probably heard about the fight yesterday at the Little Leather Club after the show. Ahmed & Roger almost killed each other and at least ten other slaves got injured so Benjy, Caleb and Scotty had to go around this pile of fighting slave boys trying to separate them, using (as you might have guessed) whips and canes. It was kind of horny but a few slaves needing medical care wasn't really good for business or for the slaves themselves.

Ahmed and Roger were fighting because of a custom that developed in the slave barracks. According to this custom (which is kind of brutal nevertheless really hot if you're into slaves, masters and all that) when a new slave comes to the barracks he become a slave and personal servant of one of the older slaves and have to do whatever his older master tells him to do, including sexual things. He stops being a a slave to the older boy when the older boy finds a new slave or when he beats his older master in a fight.

The slave that Roger and Ahmed fought about was Alvin. A cute boy 13 years old who looks ten. Alvin has brown hair and eyes and looks like one of these boys in a British TV series, really cute.

So what I'm going to tell you is how Benjy punished Ahmed and Roger, what happened to Alvin and how the slaves of Peckertown live after work hours in the slave barracks.

"So, what happened that you decided to come?" Caleb asked, getting out of bed, going toward the cupboard to take his master clothes.

"I don't know. I guess I want to see a punishment for real. I always heard about it and it sounds kinda interesting and…"

"Cut the crap Matt, just admit it, it gets you horny. There's no reason to feel ashamed of it"

"No, it's just that…" I didn't know what to say. Caleb was right, I guess that this stuff does make me horny.

"Listen Matt, some like to do it and some can't even touch a whip but they get hot watching it. And it's cool either way"

"Yeah, I know. Do we have to get ready now or can we wait 10, 15 minutes?" I asked Caleb.

"Why? What do you have on mind?"

I smiled and jumped on Caleb, dragging him back to bed. In less than a minute his dick was already in my mouth. An amazing 8" [20 cm] of thick, hot juicy boy meat. He started oozing precum in less than ten seconds. After three minutes I started swallowing a powerful stream of cum, shooting straight into my throat. His taste is so good, better than any other cum I've ever tasted (and believe me I've tasted a lot).

He was panting and then turned to me and said, "Please fuck me."

How could I say no. Caleb lie on his back and I lifted his ankles with both of my hands and put them on my shoulders and that's how I entered him, with one thrust, seeing him breathing heavily, his face on the verge of ecstacy while I fucked him. He groaned and moaned like an animal.

Inside he was so tight and warm. He hates when I use lube because he likes to feel my dick dry and hot. That's why I came after barely two minutes, I just couldn't hold it anymore. I screamed, he screamed and I fell on him, kissing him gently.

We gave ourselves another ten minutes of just hugging each other before we got up and got dressed, which doesn't take too much time because, after all, we try to wear as few clothes as possible.

Before we left Caleb told me he wanted to explain a few things about the master-slave scene in Peckertown so I'll understand what I'm going to see in the slave barracks.

"The thing in Peckertown is," Caleb started, "that boys can come here and make a living and choose for themselves what to do. They can work in a restaurant or in a hotel or they can hustle on the streets or in the park, and if they choose to be hookers they also choose their clients, how much money to take, and at any moment they can say no and stop."

"I know, that is the choice I made," I said.

Caleb nodded. "But the slave thing was always complicated. People who wanted to use belts and whips and to cause pain started to come to Peckertown so naturally there were boys who were willing to be their slaves. But things got out of control and some boys really got hurt, so Benjy, who at that time started with the leather and the master thing, and his family decided to set up the slave barracks and to take care of the slaves, so they won't get hurt. So today a slave boy can say no like any other boy in Peckertown."

"But", I said, "I'm sure there is a 'But'."

"Yeah, just a sec, I'm getting there. But, being a slave is still not identical to being a hustler or a restaurant waiter, and that's why here and there we have troubles."

"Like the fight yesterday on the Little Leather Club."

"Right, and that's why we are going to the barracks tonight. You see, the reason the slaves live together with almost no privacy is that it's part of being a slave. We don't force anyone to be a slave but if you choose it you know that there are a few things that comes with the job. Like sometimes it's uncomfortable, painful and even a bit dangerous. The boys who choose to be slaves are usually boys who need it, need being together, need someone who'll run their life for them. Boys that all their lives had to take care of themselves alone suddenly find out that for a price which is not to big for most of them they won't have to worry about food or bed or money."

"Sounds ideal."

"It is usually, but as much as we take care of them and everything, I mean us the masters, we try not to run their lives in the barracks. That's why they make all these rules. On the other hand we expect them to leave barracks business to the barracks and not killing or injuring one another. And when they try to do it we have to interfere because one of the most important things about being a slave is discipline, and they understand it or else they wouldn't choose being slaves. If something like what happened between Roger and Ahmed was happening between two non-slave boys in Peckertown no one was even thinking about physical punishment. They'd probably talk with them and separate them. But here it's different because a slave's most important duty is to obey. And that's why we have to punish them."

***

We stood at the entrance to the slave barracks. The hour was 06:00 PM. Benjy chose this hour so Caleb and he and the rest of the slaves would have enough time to prepare for the show at the Little Leather Club tonight. The slave barracks is actually a very long building behind the closed hotel. Almost all of the building is one big space. The floor is covered with a thin layer of sand. Along both of the longest walls there are two rows of two floor bunk-beds. Here and there you can see chairs, tables and even T.V.'s. At the end of the main room there are four doors. One of them leads to the kitchen, the second to a large mess hall, the third to the joint showers and the fourth to a private room with two beds, table and chairs for the masters and for slaves to recover in after a really rough show or client.

The barracks weren't very light usually but now all the lamps were on, lighting the room with a pale yellow light. All of the slaves (about 50) were centered in the middle of the barracks, all of them naked from head to toe. My dick was already hard. Some were young, the youngest were 11,12 I think. The oldest were about 16, most of them friends of Ahmed and Roger. We went closer to the middle and the slave boys formed a circle. In the middle of it Roger and Ahmed stood, or more precisely hung naked from the ceiling by chains tied to their hands, their feet barely touched the floor.

I looked at them. Roger was almost 16. He was muscular and his body was white. His hair was long, sandy blond, without a single hair on his body. He looked straight ahead with big green eyes. Ahmed was the opposite of Roger. He was Arabic, 16 and a half with a short coal black hair, and brown eyes that stared to the floor. He was also smooth but had a little bush near his cock.

Caleb and Scotty stepped into the circle and stood next to the bound boys. They were both barefoot and wore open leather vests which revealed their muscular chests, and short tight leather pants. They both held special whips made out of thick rope.

Scotty was Caleb age with a flame red hair, freckles on his face and a stunning smile. If you saw him you'd never guess he's a slave driver. Now Benjy entered and the barracks became silent in a second. Benjy walked to the middle of the circle and stood between Roger and Ahmed. next to him was Alvin with his British boy look (round face, red cheeks etc.). Benjy started talking and his voice echoed in the huge room.

"I wish we didn't have to be here today. I wish yesterday at the Little Leather Club never happened. But it did. Two slaves, two of the older slaves, decided to have a fight in the middle of the club and dozen others joined them. Ten needed medical treatment, some with broken ribs. A thing like that shouldn't happen!" Benjy shouted, "You shouldn't go wild like that, injuring one another and causing damage to the business. Don't forget that although we give you a free hand in running the slave barracks you are still slaves, you chose to be slaves and you must obey the rules."

Benjy took a deep breath and continued.

"If it was up to me I would've stopped this tradition of older slaves fighting over new slaves, but I know this would create to much mess, so I decided just to punish Roger and Ahmed who are responsible for all this."

Benjy stopped talking for a few seconds, letting his voice echo in the air, then went on with a cold voice.

"Roger and Ahmed. Each of you will get a whipping. Caleb will whip Ahmed and Scotty will whip Roger. Each of you will get 20 lashes with the rope. You will be forbidden to have another slave for yourselves as long as you are slaves here in Peckertown and Alvin will be released from being a slave to other slaves. Roger and Ahmed, do you understand why you are being punished?"

The two hanging boys nodded.

"All the slaves here will count loudly the lashes. And you will all know this is the punishment for causing such serious problems in the future. Is that clear?"

"Yes sir," everyone answered together.

"Caleb and Scotty, take your positions."

Caleb and Scotty removed their leather vests and positioned themselves. Caleb positioned himself in front of Ahmed bare back and ass, and Scotty by Roger's.

Benjy walked to the side of the circle and looked at them.

"One," he shouted.

Both Caleb and Scotty lifted their whips and sent them through the air landing on Ahmed and Roger's backs and asses. A long thick red line appeared on their backs, reaching almost to their butts. Ahmed and Roger yelled.

Every slave shouted, "One."

"Two," Benjy shouted.

The whips cut the air and landed again at the same time. another stripe was created. Ahmed and Roger yelled again. The whole crowd shouted "Two."

"Three."

"Four."

"Five."

"Six."

"Seven."

"Eight."

On eight blood started streaming from Roger's back and ass.

"Nine."

"Ten."

On ten blood started streaming from Ahmed too.

"Eleven."

"Twelve."

"Thirteen."

"Fourteen."

"Fifteen."

Benjy stopped. "I will stop the punishment now. I think you already learned your lesson. Ahmed and Roger, I hope that like you yelled together now you will also get along together in the future."

"Thank you sir," the whipped boys said in a weak voice.

"Untie them," Benjy ordered, "the rest of you go back to your bunks and think about this."

The slave boys left and walked to their bunks.

Caleb came to me, all sweating from the whipping he just gave.

"You really gave it all for this whipping," I told him.

"Yeah," he said, "I had to. Did you enjoy?"

I blushed. That was a sufficient answer.

Benjy stood near us and I saw Paulo coming to him.

"Sir, may I speak to you?"

"Yes Paulo," Benjy said.

"Sir, I know you'll probably get angry at me and order to whip me too, it's just that we, I mean all the slaves asked me to speak for them and…"

"It's alright Paulo, I never whip for words, only for actions."

"Thank you Sir. Our rules here are important to us. We understand that what Roger and Ahmed did was forbidden and wrong and they deserved the punishment they got. But Sir, Alvin is still a new slave, and some of the older slaves want him for themselves according to our rules."

Benjy thought for a few moments.

"Alvin," he said, "come here."

Alvin came and stood near Benjy. His small cute body shaking slightly.

"Alvin, Paulo here tells me that all the slaves decided to ask me to let you be a slave of one of the older boys according to the barracks rule. Do you want that?"

"Yes Sir. I accept these rules because I chose being a slave and I have to, want to go along with these rules. If you agree, Sir."

"Fine," Benjy said, "you can be a slave if you want to, but don't start this fighting and everything before we finish the show tonight, and I don't want to be here then."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," Paulo and Alvin said.

"Caleb…" I said.

"What, Matt?"

"Is it okay if I stay here tonight till the show?"

Caleb smiled a wide smile. "Sure," he said.

The slave barracks were almost empty. Only slaves who were still healing stayed and the rest went to the Little Leather Club. Caleb had to go too. While he wasn't working he had an early start the following day, some guy who came for a vacation ordered him as his personal master for the whole day.

It was weird seeing the barracks so empty and quiet. I stood at the end of the huge room looking inside one of the closets which stood there with all the latex costumes for the slaves and an impressive collection of whips, canes, straps and dildos, some of unbelievable size.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned around. It was Scotty.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi. Don't you have a show tonight?"

"No, not tonight. I heard you decided to stay for the night."

"Yes. What about you?"

He sighed, "I don't know. Just wanted to stay a little more. You know a very long time ago I was a slave, before I got to Peckertown and decided I'd like it more as a master."

"I didn't know," I said. "What did you feel when you whipped Roger?"

He sighed again. "Let's sit somewhere," he said.

We sat on the end of one of the bunks.

"What was I feeling? It's kinda complicated. I mean, I enjoyed it a little, but I also hated every second. You see, I like this stuff when it's about sex and pleasure, not as a punishment. As a punishment we wanted it to hurt them and not that they'll have fun. And because it was Roger it was even harder."

"Why?"

"Because he's my favorite slave. Actually you can say he's my personal slave."

"Like a lover?" I asked.

"Yes, no… I mean, it's not like Benjy and Ralph who isn't really a slave and only acts like he is. But yes, you can say we are lovers."

"So why didn't you ask Caleb to switch so he'll whip Roger and you'll whip Ahmed?"

"Benjy didn't agree. Because Roger is my personal slave I had to punish him. And Roger also asked me to punish him, but that doesn't make me feel better."

"Why don't you talk with him?"

"With Roger?"

"Yes."

"I'm afraid. Would you believe it? Me, a master, afraid of talking with a slave?"

I smiled. "I always knew you aren't as tough as you look."

"You know something, Matt? When I was still a slave, before I got to Peckertown, I was a year and a half in one of these boys brothels in L.A. And there was this guy there, 16 I think, that one day had a big argument with one of the clients, and they fought. Nothing really serious happened to the client, but the manager of the place took this boy and tied him and for four hours he and his assistants whipped him. He died two days later and I ran away and swore never to be a slave again. And now, as a master, I'm doing the same thing to a slave."

"You can't compare Scotty. You know very well that Benjy would never do a thing like that, all of you take care of the slaves and make sure that even when you punish them none of the slaves need medical treatment, and will be back on his feet after 2-3 days max. Besides, I've seen shows at the Little Leather Club that were far more painful than the punishment you gave."

"I know, but still…"

"Go talk to him, Scotty."

"Will you come with me?"

"If you want."

We both went to Roger's bunk. His bunk was a top one but according to one of the barrack rules a slave that was hurt could lay in a bottom one so he wouldn't have to climb all the way up. Roger lay on his stomach and all of his back and ass were red. Most of the cuts had stopped bleeding, and some dried blood was in a few places on his backside.

"Hi," Scotty whispered as he sat on the side of the bunk.

Roger turned his head and looked at him. "Sir, I would stand up if I could, but I can't."

"That's okay, Roger."

They were quiet for a few moments.

"Are you mad at me Roger?" Scotty asked.

Roger looked stunned, "Why Sir?"

"Because of the whipping."

"No, Sir, of course not. I deserved it. I shouldn't have beaten Ahmed in the club and caused the fight. Benjy's decision was right. I even should've got 20 lashes and not just 15, but Benjy is a merciful master."

"He is."

"Sir, I… I'm afraid that you're angry at me," Roger said.

"Why?" Scotty asked.

"Because of what happened in the club."

"Roger, listen to me. What you did was wrong, but you'll always be my favorite slave."

Roger smiled.

"Roger, do you think you can lie on your back or at least on your side?" Scotty asked.

"Why, Sir?"

"So I can suck your dick."

Roger turned on his side and I left them alone.

After about an hour and a half the slave barracks doors opened and inside streamed almost 40 nude boys. The sight was beautiful. Not all of the boys that were in the club came back, some stayed for the whole night with clients. The little slaves ran straight to the showers. Benjy entered after the slaves with his personal slave/bodyguard near him but he was also dragging behind him on a long leash another slave. I wondered why.

Benjy came near me and asked, "Do you know where Scotty is?"

"Yes, he's with Roger."

"Thanks."

Benjy left and I heard someone calling me. I turned around and it was Paulo, cute as always. Small, brown and lithe.

"Come join us in the showers," Paulo invited me.

"You sure it's okay?"

"Yeah, of course. You might even enjoy it."

I quickly threw my clothes in the corner of the room and ran naked to the showers. The sight was amazing. 40 young boys, all naked, all full of water. Most of the asses were red, some deep red, even purple. A few had scars on their ass, back and chest. They were all talking, laughing and slapping each other lightly on their butts. I stood under the hot water near Paulo and five more boys.

At one side of the showers a little orgy just started and boys sucked and fucked each other (the ones who still had enough energy after the show). It was too hot.

"Paulo, can I rim you?" I asked.

"Sure man."

We stepped out of the water and went to the side where Paulo stood against the wall, his smooth back and ass toward me. I kneeled behind him until my head was in the same level as his ass. I put my hands on his two perfect dark globes that were so soft and warm, and separated them gently. His hole, dark red without a single hair was revealed to me. My tongue just jumped out of my mouth into his hole and my whole face followed it, burrowing in his ass. The taste was great. I licked and licked and sucked and forced my tongue deeper and deeper. Paulo moaned above me.

I felt a pair of hands on my chest and someone whispered in my ear, "Can I fuck you?" I tried to mumble yes and nodded with my head. I felt a finger entering my ass and probing there, then two fingers. After that both fingers went out a huge dick penetrated me. I groaned. The guy behind me started fucking me with all his power. I felt his dick going inside, then going outside almost all the way then he rammed it again in. Suddenly I felt a pair of lips on my dick and heard the guy who was fucking me saying, "Fuck his mouth."

So that's what I did and I fucked the tiny mouth pushing all my dick inside. The four of us lasted for about ten minutes. Paulo came first, when my tongue penetrated him the deepest it could. He screamed and disconnected himself from my tongue. His cum shot into my hands that held his 5" [12½ cm] dick. Then I felt a huge push in my back and my hole filled with something thick and warm and I knew the guy behind me just came.

I was the last one, spilling huge amounts of cum into the small mouth that was sucking me.

Then I got up and looked around me. Paulo smiled.

"The guy who fucked you," Paulo said and I turned around and saw a big tanned teen.

"José."

"Thanks," I said. "It was amazing."

"Your ass was amazing," he smiled.

"And," Paulo went on, "the guy who sucked you, who you probably know already, the famous Alvin."

I turned to the other side and saw the boy with the British 10 years old look with a wide smile spread all over his face.

I smiled back.

"Did you come, Alvin?" I asked.

Alvin blushed and Paulo explained: "Alvin is a late bloomer, he can't cum yet, but according to what I saw he had at least four dry orgasms while he sucked you.

"Your cum tastes good," Alvin said and we all laughed.

I went out of the showers and was still horny. I never saw a place that was so reeking of sex like this one. I could've come five times tonight and hoped to have enough opportunities for it.

When I passed the door of the private room I noticed it was slightly opened. When I came closer I heard Scotty's voices from inside. When I came even closer the door opened in front of my face and Scotty stood in front of me.

"Didn't your parents tell you not to listen through closed doors?"

"Sorry."

Scotty smiled and his freckles shone. "Never mind, you can come in."

I entered a small room. On the sides stood two beds that now were empty. In the middle there was a table, a chair and a closet near the wall. Next to the table, naked and shaky, stood the boy I saw Benjy leading earlier with a leash. The dog collar was still around his neck. He was medium size, not really muscular and maybe even a bit chubby, but nevertheless cute with short hair painted green and brown eyes. He looked about 14. And he smelled from alcohol.

I gave Scotty a questioning gaze.

"This is Chad," Scotty said, "and he got drunk while working, and we don't allow it."

Chad shivered harder.

"Why is he shivering?" I asked.

"He's scared. Benjy told me to send him out of the barracks. It means he'll stop being a slave."

"Please don't," Chad begged, "All my friends are here. No one ever accepted me or loved me until I got here. Please don't send me out."

"Why did you drink Chad?" Scotty asked.

"I'm sorry, Sir, but the client I was supposed to get tonight, I heard other slaves talking about him, and I didn't think I could be with him without getting drunk."

"So why didn't you ask for another client?" I asked.

"It's a problem," Scotty said, "most of the slave boys here want to prove they're strong and can take everything, including the most painful things. They are just ashamed to admit they can't. What do you think I should do Matt?"

"I think you can forgive him this time, I mean not throw him out."

Chad looked at me with a grateful look.

"Chad," Scotty looked at Chad, "I won't throw you out of the barracks on one condition."

"Yes master?"

"You mustn't ever drink while working and you'll always, but always, come to me or Caleb or Benjy or the manager of the club and ask for another client if you think you can't take the orders of the one you got. Is that clear?"

"Yes, Sir"

"Okay, Chad, you can go."

Chad didn't move from his place.

"Chad?" Scotty said.

"Sir, I think I ought to be punished."

Scotty sighed and looked at me. "You see," he said.

"Alright, Chad, you asked for it."

Scotty took a wooden ruler that was on the table.

"Stand against the table and put your dick and balls on it," Scotty ordered Chad.

Chad obeyed immediately.

Scotty landed the ruler not too strongly on Chad's balls and dick eight times. Chad never screamed, just groaned loudly and his dick got hard. At the end of the punishment his balls turned red and during the night they'll probably turn purple.

Scotty took a short cord out of one of the drawers.

"Had you already peed?" he asked Chad.

"No, Sir."

"So run, pee fast and come back."

Chad was out in a millisecond.

"The cord punishment is used on slaves who don't know how to control themselves.

"Usually we spank their ass but I didn't have the right strap here," Scotty told me. Chad came back.

"Sit on the table."

With a great skill Scotty bound Chad's balls and dick very tightly with the cord.

"I haven't blocked the blood flow but you can't pee or cum unless you cut the rope and then you'll have to deal with punishment much more serious then this. I suggest you stay clear of anything even the slightly horny for the next twelve hours. After lunch tomorrow you'll report here and I'll cut the cord. I also suggest you don't drink but if you feel you have to pee come to the office and I'll untie you for five minutes, clear?"

Scotty took out of another drawer a 10" [25 cm] long 5" [12½ cm] wide butt plug and pushed it into Chad's butt. "Don't remove this," he said.

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," Chad said, quite enthusiastic I think.

When he got out Scotty smiled, "They even say thanks for punishments."

After this it was time for dinner. The mess hall was big with a large wooden wall in the middle that all the slaves sat around. The younger slaves prepared the food and served it, then they also sat to eat. I sat between Paulo and Alvin. Everyone talked about masters and new whipping and S&M techniques and who could take more pain than others. Then they all talked about the fight this night.

"Occasionally some of us go out to the city to have fun, with a master of course," Paulo told me. "But tonight everybody stays."

"Who fights against who?" I asked.

Alvin laughed and Paulo said, "Alvin gets the toughest. Mike versus Sam."

"Who are they?"

"You don't know? You should visit the club more often. Mike is one of the toughest. Benjy can really go wild when Mike is his slave for the show. And the same thing goes for Sam, who is more muscular and looks more scarier but Mike can really take anything."

"What do you think about this Alvin?" I wanted to know.

"Me? I just want to finally have a master to spank me."

"You really like it so much?"

"Yep. It makes me so horny and… it's just fun. I dunno why but I really enjoy it."

Dinner was over and everyone went back to the main room. All over the room you could see slaves having sex. Fucking each other, sucking each other. Some tried to watch T.V. or chat but most of them preferred to have sex.

After about an hour they began to move to the center of the room, where only a few hours ago Ahmed and Roger got whipped. Sam and Mike stood at the center. Sam was 15 and a half years old black teen, very muscular with short black hair. He was naked and his dick, even soft, was almost 5" [12½ cm].

In front of him stood Mike which was almost the opposite of Sam. Almost 14 years old with a bright shaved head, very thin and pale. His whole body, front and back, was covered with scars, some short, some long, and also a few burning marks. He was also naked.

The fight began and the slave boys cheered and shouted. Mike and Sam charged at each other at once. Sam pushed Mike to the floor and sent a kick to his ribs, but Mike rolled to the side, avoiding most of the impact. Mike stood up and Sam jumped on him again, sending fists to his face and chest.

Mike grabbed Sam's back and pushed him back. They both fell on the floor and rolled on it, trying to hit each other with their fists. After a few minutes Sam got up, leaving Mike twisting on the floor and started kicking him again. It seemed that Sam has already won but suddenly Mike grabbed Sam's legs and knocked Sam to the floor. Then he charged on him with all of his force. After less then a minute from this moment the fight ended. Mike sat on Sam's face and threw a few more fists toward Sam's face and then he stopped. The boys were roaring, Mike got up, standing over Sam, lifting his hands, a winner.

Then the audience got quiet. Sam turned and lay on his stomach. Mike knelt behind him and pushed his dick into Sam's ass. Then he started to fuck him forcefully. We all watched this, the skinny pale boy fucking the muscular black guy.

Suddenly Mike stopped and spoke. "I heard we have a visitor today. I want him to join me."

A few seconds passed before I realized Mike meant me, but Paulo already pushed me toward the center. I knelt beside Mike who smiled a short smile at me.

"Good fight," I said.

"Thanks, help me fuck Sam here."

"Are you sure we can both penetrate him?" I asked.

"Yeah, my dick is kinda small, and his hole can take 7.5" [19 cm] wide dildo"

"Okay."

Mike took his dick almost all the way out of Sam's asshole and I put my already hard dick in the entrance of Sam's hole.

"I'll count to three," Mike said. "One, Two, Three."

Then, at once Mike and I pushed our dicks into Sam. Sam groaned loudly.

"And now together," Mike said.

We both fucked Sam with one rhythm and with great force. It felt great. Sam's hole which was tight (although he could take a lot, for two dicks it was still tight), the feeling of Mike's dick touching mine, his body so close to me I could smell his sweat and see his scars and his face red from the effort.

Mike came a few seconds after me and we both collapsed on Sam. Then Mike got up and help Sam sit on the floor.

"It was a really good fight, Sam," Mike told him.

"Thanks," Sam replied, "So was your fight, and fuck."

"And now my reward," Mike said with a smile.

Alvin crawled to Mike.

"Master?" he said.

"Come with me to the kitchen," Mike said, "You can also join Matt."

The three of us walked to the kitchen which was empty at this hour.

"Why are we here?" I asked.

Mike didn't answer. He took out from one of the drawers a short wooden handle connected at the end to a 2" [5 cm] flat metal ring.

He lit the fire on one of the stoves and put the ring in the fire.

"I won't do it to you before I'll do it to myself," he told Alvin and took the metal ring out of the fire and pushed it against his bare arm, just under his elbow. I could see six other burning marks there shaped as a ring. Mike's face twisted with pain but he didn't make a sound. After ten seconds he took the ring off and put it back it the fire.

"My victories," He said, showing me his smooth arm, now marked with seven burned circles.

"Now Alvin?" I asked.

"Yes, I wouldn't mark him before marking me."

Alvin went to Mike with courage.

"You wanna bite something?" Mike asked.

Alvin shook his head no.

Mike took the ring out of the fire.

"Where?" he asked Alvin.

"Wherever you want, Sir."

Mike looked on Alvin's body. "Spread your legs," he told him.

Alvin spread his legs and Mike put the ring in the inner part of Alvin's left thigh. Alvin screamed and Mike took the ring after four seconds. Alvin's eyes were tearing. "Go wash it with cold water," he told Alvin who ran out.

"Did you get all these scars since you came to Peckertown," I asked.

Mike laughed. "I ran from home when I was 11," he told me. "Spent a year on the streets until some rich guy found me and took me in. I was his slave for almost a year. Slept in his basement, and he whipped me, burnt me, other things also. But I had were to sleep and stuff to eat and someone whom I really turned on. And it also made me feel tough, really tough. But then I found out he's planning to kill me, and I didn't want to die. I like to stay in one piece and alive. So I ran from him and got here."

When we got back to the main hall it was almost 11:00 and most of the slave boys were already in bed. Slaves need a good night sleep so their wounds can heal and they'll be ready for another day of work. They sleep until it is almost noon.

"The bunk next to mine is free tonight if you need a place to crash," Mike suggested.

"Thanks."

When we got to Mike's bunk bed Alvin got on Mike's knees and Mike began spanking him with a strap he took from under his mattress. Alvin moaned, shook and had at least five dry orgasms before Mike put away the strap. Alvin got up and proudly presented his butt to me. It was purple with a few white blisters starting to show up, and when I touched it I almost got a burn, it was on fire.

While Alvin sucked Mike I licked his burning ass and hole and jacked him and me off, and the three of us came yelling and exhausted. Then we went to sleep, with wild dreams to dream. I woke up twice that night to the sound of moans and slaps.

"So, did you have fun?" Caleb asked me the day after.

"I can't even describe it," I replied.

So that's it. If you ever visit Peckertown, don't settle only for the show in the Little Leather Club. Ask one of the masters if you can visit the slave barracks for a couple of hours. Like many other things here this is also an unforgettable experience. You won't see Roger there, because now he moved with Scotty as his personal slave. But besides that everything is the same, so come quick and meet everyone.

Actually to call this mine wouldn't be really honest. My friend Danny, who contributed to Chapter 4, did most of the writing. I contributed the Marc segment near the end and edited. I hope you enjoy his efforts.

Cody

It's only six weeks before Cody's Bar and Grill opens. Marc printed flyers up and had Chris, Shawn and a couple of the bellhops from the In-Boy Inn distribute them around town and then took me and Justin to get suits and haircuts. Marc said that if we are going to be the boss, then we had to look like the boss.

On the day of the interviews Justin and I dressed up in full suits and had a good breakfast. Just as I was putting the dishes into the dishwasher there was a Fknock on the door. Justin opened the door and there stood Daniel. Daniel was dressed like me and Justin. Daniel walked in with a smile on his face.

"Hi good looking," I said to Lion as I came out of the kitchen. I had to let out a laugh as both Justin and Lion said, "Hi" back to me.

"Are you ready to go?" Lion asked.

"Yes we are." I locked the door as we walked out of our apartment and walked down to the street where Marc was waiting with his car. As we drove to Marc's office I thanked Marc and Daniel again for letting Justin and I use Daniel's office for the job interviews.

Lion said, "Marc, do you think it would be OK with you if I helped out Cody and Justin today?"

"Sure, I think that's a good idea. You can take the boys who are applying, to the conference room to fill out their applications. When they're done, you can make sure they stay in order for the interview."

When we arrived we all got a shock. Standing in front of the building were more than 100 boys waiting to be interviewed. With Marc's help the four of us got a line going. Justin and I set up in Daniel's office and Daniel got the first group of 20 boys started on filling out their applications.

I'm only going to tell you about some of the boys we hired that day. The first boy we hired was named Toby. When Toby walked into the office, he was dressed in a solid green soccer uniform. In the ad we'd stated that all applicants must wear some type of sports uniform. He stood about 5 feet 6 inches [1.68 m] tall. He had short light brown hair and blue-green eyes. Justin and I stood as Toby walked into the office. We all shook hands and then all sat down. We asked several questions and then asked Toby to tell us his life's story. This is what he told us.

Toby

Hi my name is Toby. I just turned 14 last week. My parents own a large nudist camp in central Arizona, between Phoenix and Sedona. I have two older sisters and a younger brother. I have never gone to a public school, our mother used to be a teacher, so me and my siblings were home schooled. During the summer the Greenwich family would come and spend the whole summer at the camp. They had two sons. Greg was three years older than me and Sam was the same age as me. Sam and I always hung out together during the summer. We had a lot in common. We both love soccer and we both think that Thor could kick the shit out of any other super hero.

As far back as I can think, I have always liked boys more than girls. It wasn't until I was 12 that I knew for sure that I was gay. Sam and I have seen each other every summer naked and with boners. So it was only natural that we jerk off together. The summer when we were both 13 was when I came out to Sam. Sam then told me about the sex things he and Greg did. He offered to show me. Being a horny 13-year-old, I was not going to turn him down. We got some horses from the stable and went for a ride.

When we came to a nice clearing about an hour ride from the camp, we spread out a blanket that we had brought. While we ate Sam told me what he and his brother did. After, he asked me what I wanted to try. As Sam talked of himself and his brother, my cut dick grew to it's full four and ¾ inches [12 cm]. I told him I wanted to try it all. Sam had me lie down on my back. He then very softly ran his hands up and down my body. The feelings I felt made my dick twitch and a clear drop of pre-cum came out of my tip. Sam then took his index finger and rubbed the clear drop all over the head of my dick. He then put his finger in his mouth and sucked it clean. Sam then started to suck on one then the other of my nipples.

While he sucked he very slowly jerked me off. More pre-cum flowed from my dick and it was rubbed all over my shaft and lubed me up. When I was all slippery, Sam goes up and then sat down on me. I felt my penis enter his warm, soft boy pussy. I let out a groan. When I felt Sam's buns sitting on my small bush, I grabbed his five-inch [12½ cm] spike and started to stroke it. Sam then started to lift himself and then lower himself on me. The feelings were just too much for me. I felt my cum boiling in my bag. I know I would not last long. I jerked Sam off a lot faster. My hand was a blur of motion. Sam let out a yelp and he started to spray my face and chest with his seed. Some of his cum landed in my mouth. It tasted so sweet I did not want to swallow. Somehow Sam knew I was about to cum, because he pulled off and then put my dick into his mouth. I let out a scream as Sam sucked like a shop-vac, and I shot so hard I thought I would blow his head off like a shotgun.

After Sam sucked me dry, he then gave my chest and face a cleaning with his tongue. After I was clean he laid down next to me and we fell asleep. We had a lot of hikes and horse riding trips that summer.

On the last day before Sam and his family were to leave camp, Sam and I were in the clearing again. We were in a 69 and we did not hear more horses arrive. It was my and Sam's dads. They had become good friends because me and Sam were like brothers. Just as they came into the clearing and saw us in the 69, both Sam and I shot off into each other's mouth. After I swallowed I realized we were not alone. I looked up and saw my dad. The look on his face could have changed the orbit of the moon. I will never forget how scared I was because I never did feel the piss running down my leg. My dad never said a word. All he did was turn around and head back to camp. Sam's dad just looked at us with sad eyes and left without a word. Sam and I just stood there for over an hour looking at where our fathers had been. We were too scared to go back.

The only reason we went back was because it started to get dark. We put back the horses and said our good-byes. Before I got back to the house I saw Sam's mobile home pull out of the driveway.

When I got to the house, the door was locked and all the lights were off. A bag with my clothes was placed on the doormat with a note on top. All the note said was, "don't ever come back." I put on shorts, sandals and walked down the road. I never found out what happened to Sam. I tried to call him once but the number had been changed and the new number is unlisted. I wrote him several times but I never have received a reply. I just hope his family treated him better than my family treated me.

I've been here in Peckertown for several months and I would very much like to stop working the streets. I have some training in being a busboy from when I lived in the nudist camp.

Cody

Both Justin and I had tears in our eyes from Toby's story. After Toby had finished his story both Justin and I stood up and gave Toby a hug. Needless to say we hired Toby as a busboy.

After Toby left with another hug from both of us, Daniel and Marc came in. They saw the looks on our faces and saw that we had been crying. We gave them a quick recap of Toby's story.

Justin then said, "God I hope the rest of the boys don't have such sad stories, or I'm going to be a total mess by the end of the day."

Justin and I used the bathroom to clean up a little before the next interview. During the morning we hired several boys for waiters and busboys. The last boy we hired that morning was named Chad. We hired Chad to be a bartender. Chad walked into the office wearing a tennis outfit, and carrying a tennis racket. He had medium length brown hair and light brown eyes. He had a small birthmark on the right side of his neck. We all shook hands and sat down. We asked the typical questions and the asked him to tell us his story.

Chad

My name is Chad Highlander. I'm 15 years old. I lived in Mississippi until I was 13. My mom was a tennis teacher so I've always played. I've won several first place trophies. When the law changed here in Arkansas, my father came out to both me and my mother. He told us that he only likes boys. He showed us his collection of boy porno, to show us that he was telling us the truth. Because of my dad coming out, I decided to come out also. I guess the mood infected my mom also because she came out to us. She admitted that she was a girl lover and explained that she has had sex with several girls she teaches tennis to. We had a nice talk and decided that my dad and I would move here to Peckertown and mom would move to Rodham, which is Peckertown's female counterpart.

My dad's gotten a job as a security guard in the next town over. He comes to town on his days off. I'm working the streets every other day, and dad gives me money so I don't have to work the streets all the time. I know that it's a strain on his wallet to pay me to not work all the time. One day while I was in the bookstore I came across a book about different types of drinks.

I started looking through it and I discovered that I liked the idea of making drinks for people. I got the book and started to practice. I made a mobile bar and went down to the lake. I make a nice amount but I am tired of all that walking. I would also like to stop working the streets because I want to start looking for a full time boy friend. I also have invented my own drink that my dad just loves. You can be the only bar in town with the 'BOYZOOKA.'

Cody

We called Marc into the office and Chad handed him a small hip flask. Marc took a sip and the look on his face was of total shock. "My God that's good." Marc handed the flask back to Chad and as he walked out of the office he gave a little stumble. Chad let out a little giggle and said, "that's why I call it the 'BOYZOOKA.' Its sweet like a boy, but will give you a kick in the rear if your not looking."

After we hired Chad to be one of our bartenders, Justin and I went with Lion and Marc to the Tasty Buns for lunch. Elija Jorgenson joined us for lunch and the five of us talked about the boys that we had hired. After lunch we got back to the interviews. Over the afternoon we hired the rest of our crew. The last boy we interviewed was named Ryan. Ryan walked in wearing a Rugby outfit. We shook hands and the first thing I noticed was his very thick British accent. He sat down and for the last time that day we asked him the general questions and then to tell us his life's story.

Ryan

My name is Ryan. I'm 13 years old and I'm from London, England. I was given up to foster care when I was born because my mother was only 15 when she had me. I was adopted when I was two years old. I had a normal childhood, went to school and played a lot of sports. I am best at football, what you Yanks call soccer, but I am also good at mountain climbing. For my 13th birthday, my parents took me to Florida and Disney World. That's when I heard about Peckertown. I read about it in Time Magazine. When I read the article about Cody, I knew I had to meet him. I knew my parents would never bring me here. They are your typical English people. Your stiff upper lips, etc.

Now I know that I have been lucky in my home life and I did not want to ruin it by telling my folks that I was BI. But I felt a pull. I just had to come here. So on our last night I talked to my parents. I tried to explain the pull I felt.

I was really surprised when my parents just look at me and my dad said, "yes, I can see you must go." The next day they gave me some money and a plane ticket and sent me on my way. The first thing I did was to get a paper to help me find Cody. I was surprised when a boy handed me the help-wanted flyer, and here I am.

My parents are going to send me all the papers I need, as soon as I get a mailing address. The one promise I had to make to my parents was that I get a job and not work the streets, and I have to call them once a month to let them know that I'm all right. I'm also happy to say that if I ever want to go home, they will send me a plane ticket.

Justin, I hope you don't mind me saying this. But Cody I'm still a virgin and I would very much like you to take my cherry from me.

Cody

Well this was a bombshell dropped on me. All I could do was look at Ryan with my eyes bulged out. I collected myself and asked Ryan to wait outside for me. After Ryan left and closed the door, I had a very long talk with Justin. As Justin and I were talking, Marc and Lion came in.

"So what's going on?" asked Marc. We told them the good news about having a full staff and handed Marc our employee list. We then told them about the bomb that Ryan dropped on me.

Justin said, "I think you should do it. You've only had me and Daniel that one time. I think you owe it to yourself and you have to admit that he is cute."

Daniel said, "Yeah Cody, do it. I wish I could have the privilege of deflowering a virgin."

Marc just looked at me and just shrugged. Marc's cheeks were still a little flushed from the 'BOYZOOKA.' Well with all the yes men telling me to go for it. I decided to do it. All four of us exited the office and joined Ryan who was waiting for us. We went to Cock Suey for dinner.

After dinner Marc and Lion dropped Ryan, Justin and I off at our apartment. Ryan asked to use our 'loo.' I showed him where the john was and came back into the living room. I asked Justin to help me with Ryan.

"Justin, lets take that boy to heaven and back."

Justin just leaned in and gave me a big kiss on the lips and said, "Yes my love. Let's give him a journey that will blow his mind."

Ryan came back into the living room. Both Justin and I walked up to him, and we each took one side of his neck. We started to slowly kiss his neck. As we were kissing his neck Justin started to put his hand up and under his shirt. I started to rub Ryan's tent that was forming in his Rugby shorts. Ryan closed his eyes and tilted his head back. He gave a little moan as his cock was rubbed. I rubbed my hand down to his bare leg, and then put it up the opening in the leg of his shorts and boxers. My hand made contact with his hairless scrotum and I continued my upward travel. I grabbed onto his uncut boy meat and started to masturbate him from his surprisingly hairless base to his tip. Justin and I continued our kissing and rubbing for five minutes and then very slowly removed Ryan's clothing. Once he was completely naked, we stopped our kissing.

Justin and I gave Ryan a good looking over. Ryan's uncut penis was about four inches [10 cm] long. But it was very thick. He had a long string of pre-cum dripping from the tip and hanging down to his knees. It was so thick that it would not break off and just fall to the floor. Justin and I could tell that his lack of pubic hair was natural and not shaved. He also had no hair under his arms or legs.

In the blink of an eye both Justin and I had fully removed our own clothes. We then took Ryan by the hand and led him into the bedroom. I had Ryan lie down on his back on the bed. I pulled back Ryan's foreskin so the head of his cock was full exposed. The head of his penis was like a purple helmet. I slowly took just the head into my mouth and started to apply suction. I used my tongue to circle the head.

As I was working on Ryan's penis, Justin started to kiss Ryan all over his face. At the same time he used both of his hands to play with Ryan's quarter sized tits. I slowly sucked more of Ryan's penis into my mouth until I had all four inches [10 cm] in. Ryan was starting to breathe really hard, so I pulled off so he would not cum. I reached over to the nightstand and got out the tube of KY jelly. I put some on my finger and started to slowly rub it around Ryan's boy pussy. Ever so gently I pushed my finger in.

Justin was now working on Ryan's balls. He would take one into his mouth and then let it go and take in the other. Ryan was leaking so much pre-cum that it could over flow a one-liter bottle. Ryan was now playing with his own tits and moaning. I could see his heart beat making his dick twitch. I scooped up some of Ryan's pre-cum and used it to lube up my index and middle finger. I again pushed my fingers into Ryan's hole. When my fingers were in all the way, I started to twist and turn them in his anal passage.

I must have hit his prostate one to many times, because Ryan let out a grunt and I saw his pole give a mighty pulse that was felt all over the bed, and he shot a very large wad of boy cream so hard that it hit the ceiling. The second shot was almost as powerful. It almost hit the same spot as the first shot and then fell down and landed on Justin's back. Ryan's third and forth shots went high enough to land on Justin's back also. Ryan came four more spurts but all they did was kind of leak out. To both mine and Justin's surprise, Ryan's prick stayed hard. Ryan was barely able to let out the words, "please don't stop, I need Cody's cock in me."

As I continued to loosen up Ryan's soon to be deflowered hole, I leaned over to lick the cum off of Justin's back. Ryan's cum was so thick that it took some work to get it to come off of my lover. As I was licking, the blob that was on the ceiling fell and landed right on my freckled covered nose. Justin leaned over and sucked my nose into his mouth. When he pulled off he had a smile on his face. Justin then moved up a little and took Ryan's cock into his mouth. I took my fingers out of Ryan's hole and grabbed the KY again. I put plenty of lube onto my penis. I then put the head at the entrance to Ryan's love chute. I slowly pushed until the head was in. I looked at Ryan's face and saw that he was very much enjoying the feelings Justin and I were giving him.

I pushed my penis in until I felt my blond pubic hair rubbing Ryan's buns. I started out by slowly pulling out and then when only the head was in, I would push back in. When Justin and I had a good rhythm going of me pulling out, Justin would be sucking in Ryan's penis. When I pushed in, Justin would be pulling off of Ryan's penis. When we got the rhythm going with a good speed I leaned over and took Justin's boy toy into my mouth. Ryan was in such a state of bliss, all he could do was lie there and rub his own tits and moan. We kept up this love workout for at least an hour. If I felt like I was going to cum I would slow way down. If it felt like Justin was going to cum I would stop sucking him. If Justin thought Ryan was going to cum he would stop sucking.

After an hour of this, I just had to cum. My balls felt like if I did not cum soon they would pop. I started to speed up my thrusting and sucking. Justin started to suck Ryan faster also. Justin was the first to cum. Justin's seed was sweet over flowing into my mouth. No matter how fast I swallowed I could not keep it all in. As I was trying to swallow Justin cum, I felt Ryan's ass tighten around my cock. I heard Justin choking as he tried to take all of Ryan's boy sauce into his guts. Well it was too much for me, and I shot off my load. I came so hard it felt like I would blast Ryan's head off. We collapsed on each other and fell asleep. Sometime during the night I had pulled out of Ryan's ass, and arranged us for a more comfortable sleep.

Ryan woke the next morning with a big smile on his face.

"Well Ryan. Was it good for you?" I asked.

"Oh God yes, thank you very much. I have never felt anything that good before."

We all got up and Justin and I took a shower together. During the shower we had a talk. We agreed that Ryan was a good fuck and fucking good looking. We also decided that we would let him move in with us, until he could get his own place to live. When Ryan finished his shower and we sat down to breakfast, we asked him to move in with us, until he got a couple of paychecks under his belt and could get his own place. At first he would not accept, saying he had enough money to pay for his hotel room until he gets paid. Then after talking about it Justin and I talked him into it. But he is making us charge him rent. Justin went with Ryan to Ryan's hotel room to collect his stuff, and I stayed behind to clean up the living room for Ryan.

As I was cleaning the phone rang. It was Marc warning me that he had sent someone special over for an interview. Just as I finished throwing my clothes on there was a knock on the door. I looked out the peephole and all I saw was a thick chest in a sky blue polo T-shirt.

"Yes can I help you?" I asked through the door.

In a very deep base voice I heard, "Yes I am looking for Cody Erickson. I was sent over by Mr. Marc Fogel."

I opened the door and looked up, way up, at a very large black man. He stood about seven feet [2.10 m] tall. His head was completely shaved. His whole body looked like it was around 300 lb. [140 kg] of solid muscle. He was wearing black jeans with the polo shirt, black combat boots, and mirrored wrap around sunglasses. When I got to his face, he smiled at me and I saw that he had a gold tooth. I became a little scared and felt my penis shrink and my balls tried to go back inside me.

In a shocked voice I said, "Hi, I'm Cody. Marc told me you were coming."

The black man put out his hand and shook my hand and said, "Hi Cody, my name is Zeus. I'm here to apply for the position of bouncer. I guess Mr. Fogel didn't describe me."

I regained my composure and invited Zeus in. I got Zeus and myself a Sprite and we sat down in the living room. I asked Zeus to tell me a little about himself and this is what he told me.

Zeus

I grew up in northern Texas on a ranch. I played football all through high school and got a collage scholarship to UC Berkeley. I studied psychology and graduated in the top 10% of my class. After college I joined the Marine Corps and went to Officers Candidate School. After OCS I joined force recon. I was in force recon for five years until I was injured during a mission. The doctors were going to give me a medical discharge, but I would not accept it.

While rehabilitating I took some refresher classes in psychology and was assigned to the Judge Advocate General as a court psychologist. Because there wasn't a lot of need for my services I had a lot of free time on my hands. I volunteered at a youth center that was just off the base.

That's where I met a boy named Bobby. Bobby was a very shy twelve-year old whose parents were both Marines. His dad was a helicopter pilot and his mom a nurse. He saw very little of his father and over the two years that I worked at the youth center I fell in love with him. And he looked to me as a father figure.

During the two years I was able to get Bobby to come out of his shell. I started coaching him in football and working with him in the weight room. During his first year in high school he tried out for the school team and he made first string varsity, which made me very proud of him.

That's when I put two and two together and knew that not only was I gay, but I was a boy lover. Thinking back on my life I can remember that I must have always been a boy lover. I have always looked at boys with more lust in my loins then I do for men. I never had sex with Bobby, because I had too much respect for him. Also I knew for sure that he was very straight. When my enlistment time in the Corps was over I did not rejoin. I decided to move here and use my psychology skills to help the boys in town. I know some will have some deep emotional problems that they will need help with. I would like to work for you so I can pay my bills and have a place to live, and not have to charge the boys for my help.

Cody

I gave Zeus the job and all the time off he needed for his psychology practice. All we need to worry about is hiring one or two more bouncers and we'll be set with employees. I called up Marc at his office after I escorted Zeus to the door to tell Marc that Zeus was returning to see him and fill out the tax forms and other employment paperwork.

While talking to Marc I came up with a good idea. I asked Marc to see about setting up Zeus with Toby. Marc agreed with me, that Toby could use Zeus's help. After all Toby had a difficult time with his parents. I hung up the phone and continued with the cleaning. When Justin and Ryan came home, Justin went into the kitchen to make steak and cheese sandwiches for lunch while Ryan called his parent's to give them his new phone number and address so they could send him all his papers and belongings. His face was red when he hung up, he'd forgotten about the time difference between Arkansas and England.

During lunch I told Ryan and Justin about Zeus. After lunch we all went for a swim in the apartment building's pool, and lay out to work on our all over tans. When it started to get dark we got dressed and went to the Big-Lick so Ryan could see Boydini and Ninja-boy's magic show.

The twin brothers had a new trick where Ninja-boy fucked Boydini in the ass, and Ninja-boy's penis head was seen coming out Boydini's nose. And when Ninja boy came the sperm shot out of Boydini's nose. After the show we went home and because I had an early meeting with Marc in the morning we all went to bed.

I woke up before anyone else in the morning and dressed in one of my new suits. I must have looked kind of funny skateboarding down the street wearing a business suit. When I got to the office, Lion was waiting for me in the front lobby. "Marc's on a long distance phone call. He'll be with you shortly."

"O.K. thanks. Could I ask you a question?" Lion nodded his head and I asked, "I would like to thank Marc in a very special way, because of all the help he's given me. Is it all right with you?"

Lion thought about it for a few seconds and then smiled at me and let out a lion's roar.

With a laugh he said, "go for it." Lion then went back into his office. I sat down and looked through a restaurant magazine while I waited for Marc. About ten minutes later Marc came out of his office and called me in.

I entered his office and closed the door. While he wasn't looking I locked the door behind me. I walked up to Marc and gave him hug. I whispered into his ear while hugging him, "thank you so much for all your help. I want to thank you in a special way. Lion has given me permission."

With that said I dropped to my knees and started to suck Marc's penis through his pants.

Marc

"Cody, please stop." I had a hard time believing that I was telling this extremely hot boy to stop working on my cock.

"What's wrong Marc?" He stammered.

"Nothing's the matter Cody. You don't have to do this to thank me, a simple thank you will do."

He turned and put his hands over his face. We had talked about Toby needing Zeus but I realized his father had treated him just as badly. I put my arms around him and drew him into me.

"Don't cry Cody, I do care for you. I just don't want to have sex with you because you feel you owe it to me. Believe me I'm not rejecting you. Do you understand?"

"I think so, and I guess your right but I wanted to give you something and I don't really have much right now. You've done so much for Justin and me."

I led him over to the coach and sat him down. "Do you know the reason I came to Peckertown in the first place?"

Cody laughed. "To have sex with boys of course."

"Do you know why I moved?"

"To be with Lion."

"That had a lot to do with it, but also so I could help the boys here. Boys like you and Justin make better lives for themselves when their families have spit them out. To see you two happy is all the thanks I need."

Cody stretched up and brought his lips to mine. We kissed. A kiss that started between two friends, two people who cared for each other and moved on to a kiss between two people in heat.

When we broke we discovered that my hand was encasing his hard cock. "Do you want it Marc?"

"Yes, but only if you want it for the right reasons."

He stood and stripped. Slowly and eloquently. When he was finally naked he slowly took my coat off and unbuttoned my shirt as I felt his slender but firm torso and buttocks. As soon as his fingers left my shirt I lowered my head and tasted his nipples. Firm and delicious.

I slowly lifted him so his cock was at mouth level and I licked the precum off Cody's rod.

"Oh yeah, fucking yes," Cody moaned.

Slowly I started inhaling his young manhood, savoring every inch like a perfectly seasoned usda Choice steak. He groaned in pleasure when my lips brushed against his light pubic hair and I started running my tongue around his cock. I started sucking him as his fingers played with my hair. This was too good to last, and it didn't. Cody's back arched and his mouth opened in a silent scream as he filled my mouth with his love juice.

Spent, he collapsed on top of me, his softening tool slipping out of my slurping mouth. It took a few silence filled minutes for our breathing to settle down. Cody sat up and started unbuckling my pants. I shook my head no.

He nodded his head yes, "Fuck me Marc, you want it and I need it."

I started to shake my head again but sighed as he unzipped me. He was right.

Cody pulled my pants down around my ankles, put my legs up on the coach and slid his hole right over my straining cock. It was a miracle that I didn't shoot up his tight ass the second his smooth cheeks met my groin. Once settled Cody slowly started bouncing up and down on my hard, thick cock while I played with his nipples. His freshly spent penis was getting hard again and the sight of it drove me to a higher level of lust and I pulled his mouth down to mine. I filled his tight butt while our tongues danced.

Cody

After we put our clothes back on we spent the rest of the day working on my future bar and grill. We met Lion across the street at the Tasty Buns for lunch. Lion gave us a smile and a wink of his eye as we walked in. After lunch I skateboarded home with a smile on my face and the restaurant magazine in my back pocket. In less then six weeks we'll be open for business.

Hello again, it's Marc Fogel trying to squeeze some time in to write about what's been going on here in Peckertown, Arkansas. I'm grateful to Cody and Matt for filling in with the last two sections. I mean those were really their stories anyway and I've been swamped trying to get the hotel open.

Monday's opening day, four days from now, and we're getting there. OK, so only the first three floors will open and the nightclub still needs some work, but the opening double bill of the Olson Triplets and Boydini isn't for another two weeks. The coffee shop and Cody's Sports Bar & Grill are ready and fully staffed.

It's amazing how many of the street hustlers wanted to do something else besides suck and fuck for a living. They were even relieved when I'd tell them no sex on the job. If they wanted to set up something for when they were off duty that was fine, but sex was not on the menu.

That's going to be harder in the nightclub than the restaurants. As you know Cody and Justin decided that their waiters would be wearing sports uniforms and the bouncers will be wearing referees' uniforms. For the coffee shop Daniel and I tossed around various options before deciding on running shorts and tank-tops. The nightclub workers on the other hand will be wearing loose hanging loin-clothes.

I know you may be tired of reading employment interviews but I have to let you hear about Tad and his story. He came into the office last Friday and I was about to tell him we were finished hiring when I took a good look at him. He was about five and a half feet [1.70 m] tall, brown hair, wearing a tattered pair of dungaree shorts that barely contained his just over soft four inch [10 cm] cut cock. Yes, they were that tight. But it was his eyes, green eyes that looked at once thirty and thirteen, which turned out to be his real age. I told him to sit down and after getting each of us Diet Cokes started talking to him.

"Thank you sir, I am grateful that you are willing to talk with me even though you're probably fully staffed already. As you can guess I've been working down here as a hooker for a little bit now. Before that I worked in Los Angles for about four years."

"Hold on a second, how old are you?"

"Thirteen, I'll be fourteen in March."

"So you started at nine? Why?"

"It really started when I was seven I guess, not the sex but the end of my old life," Tad stopped and took a sip of his soda. I was about to tell him he could skip it when he started talking again.

"I lived with both my mother and father in Orange County, which is south of LA. I came home to our apartment from school on a Friday and all of our stuff was gone. I had thought we had been robbed. I went next door to our landlord to call 911. He was surprised to see me, because my parents moved out that day. We called the cops. I was in child welfare custody for two years. In that two years I never spent more than three months in the same foster home. It wasn't because of me. It's just that the system really sucks. I got sick of it and took off on my own.

"One night while I was digging in a dumpster for cans I could sell, a man offered me twenty dollars, a hot meal and bath, if he could take pictures of me naked. I said yes and he took me to his place. I had a long bath and a large meal. He then took like three rolls of film of me playing with myself on his bed. I was too young to shoot at the time. He then let me sleep on his couch that night and then gave me a ride to Hollywood the next morning. He told me I could find all kinds of work there. I met several boys on my first night, and they kind of took me in and showed me the ropes. I lived on the streets for almost four years. In the four years I have lived with three other men. The men that I lived with never cared about me, all they wanted was the almost free sex I could give them, so if I fucked up, all they had to do was beat me and then kick me out."

"How about drugs and alcohol? If you use drugs I'm not interested, if you drink on the job your out," I said.

"I don't drink or do drugs, except for cigarettes," Tad said.

"How did you manage to do that? I always thought that most of those kids were addicts. We've had problems here too."

"You're right really, I was one of three who didn't use. I think the main reason I was able to stay off drugs is because of all the other kids I've seen on drugs. When you're that low in the pits and use drugs as an escape, I think it makes it worse not better. I have also seen several kids die a really bad death because of their drug problem.

"The other reason is because I did get drunk once and I was so sick for the next two days I could not work, and I went hungry for those two days. I also missed a Friday night which is the best working night, so I could not get a motel room that week to get myself cleaned up. One rule you learn fast is that if you don't get a motel room once a week and clean yourself up, you tend to get really smelly and that will turn off your clients. Just because I got drunk one night, it took me four weeks to make the money to keep feeding myself and save up to get the motel room for the night."

"Do you know where the hotel is?" I asked.

A huge smile lit up his face.

"I take that as a yes. Go over and ask to see Daniel Jorgenson. Tell him you need to fill out the paperwork. How are your reading and writing?"

"OK, I mean I can't write script but I can do simple stuff OK."

"Fine, tell him that I want you working the reservation's desk and the back office. That'll keep you away from being groped and propositioned. I get the feeling you want to take a break from sex," I said.

Tad nodded, "I am tired of depending on it to live. I promise I'll do my best."

"I'm sure you will. Where are you living?"

"There's a secluded section of the park where a lot of us younger kids stash our stuff and take turns standing guard and sleeping."

"Ask the lady outside to call Zeus and he'll find you a cheap room to rent, probably has a couple of boys looking for roommates. And before you go to the hotel go across the street to the Tasty Buns. You look like you could use a good meal or two."

"I can't afford it."

"Tell Aaron I sent you and don't worry."

He came around the desk and hugged me. "Thanks Mr. Fogel, I really appreciate everything."

I kissed his cheek and gave his smooth back a squeeze. "Now get going. You've got lots to do today."

He thanked me again and left.

I put my feat up on my desk and smiled as I waited for my erection to go away. Yeah, Tad was hot and if I'd told him he had to blow me to get the job he would have. But that's not me and not why I moved down here. Besides, I have my own gorgeous fourteen-year-old at home, though we do have an open relationship. I try to stay away from having sex with Jorgenson Enterprises's employees but as we're the largest employer in town I don't always succeed.

About seven that evening everybody arrived in the office for a meeting. I sat at one end with Daniel on my left and Elijah Jorgenson was at the other. Cody, Justin, Aaron, Benjy, Kevin, Margaret and Zeus filled the other chairs. Kevin runs the In-Boy Inn. In case you've forgotten Margaret, 'the lady outside,' is the office manager, and Elijah's niece. Zeus had been rapidly promoted from bouncer to operations manager of the hotel and he would have his office there for the boys who needed some therapy. Finding big men to work as bouncers was no problem, and even the ones who probably called me faggot or worse at home knew what family controlled a lot of land, money and jobs in the area.

We covered a lot of territory over the next two hours and it again amazed me that I was dealing with four boys ranging from just turned eleven, Benjy, to sixteen, Aaron. Kevin is in his late twenties and started working at the inn during junior high, long before the law changed.

The only downer was Benjy's report that two of the slaves were on their last legs and the doctor said they'd probably be dead within two weeks from aids. However, the other dozen boys who worked in one facility or another and test positive were responding well to medication, so hopefully these will be the last deaths for a long time.

The good news was that all the businesses were doing well and making enough money and producing enough cash to carry the hotel for several months if needed. And this was just the entertainment division.

When we finished the ten of us went across the street for dinner and were greeted by Elijah's exhausted wife and daughter along with Chris and Shawn.

"We're closed, if you want something to eat call for pizza," Francis Jorgenson said from where she sat with her legs up on another chair between sips of a drink.

"The two of you left and the crowd roared in and never let up till ten minutes ago," Chris said.

Elijah walked over and kissed his wife on the cheek. "Have the four of you had anything to eat?"

"No, and I'm starving," Chris answered. I looked at the nude busboy Daniel and I had rescued from the Maryland panhandle and thought that he was even skinnier than when we'd first met. A quick look at Shawn showed him to be as muscular and fit as ever.

"Aaron, come into the kitchen with me," Elijah said to his eldest son, "we'll whip something up quickly."

"I'll come with too, since I'm in charge of whipping," Benjy said. We all chuckled and groaned.

Daniel sat on my lap and after exchanging a long, wet kiss I whispered for him to take a good look at Chris.

He nodded and called Chris over.

"Are you feeling OK?" Daniel asked.

"Sure, feeling fine," he chirped.

"Eating OK?"

He hesitated at this, "fine, just wait to you see how much I eat tonight. Ask your mom, I always finish my meals."

"Don't look it," I said.

"He eats the one meal here and that's it. I can't even get him to eat a cookie at home," Shawn said. "Keeps claiming he's fat."

"I am," Chris said.

"What gave you that idea? Have you looked at yourself in the mirror? You can count every rib," I said.

"My pop kept saying I was eating him out of house and home and a couple of customers said I had a plump butt. We can't afford a large food budget and I want to stay good looking for the customers, I know it's important."

"Come here Chris," Francis Jorgenson said in a firm tone. He went quickly.

"Yes ma'am."

"First of all, you have a job here regardless of how much you weigh or what you look like. Do you understand that?"

Chris hesitated, nodded.

"Secondly, you are much too thin and if you don't eat properly you'll get sick and wont be able to work. Do you want for Shawn to have to work the streets to make up the money?"

"No, no, no," he cried, "I don't want him to ever do that."

"Finally, if you need more money to make ends meet tell us and we'll see about giving you a raise."

"In fact I think they're due one anyway. They haven't gotten one since they started."

"Is that so?" Francis said. "Then I think my general manager had better keep a better eye on things like that."

"I'll take care of it first thing in the morning Mrs. Jorgenson," I tried to sound humble but I think my smile gave it away.

"Now will you promise to eat properly Chris? And I take promises very seriously."

Chris nodded and whispered, "I promise."

At least at supper he kept his word, even took an extra dessert.

We dropped Chris and Shawn, Cody and Justin off on our way home and it was almost eleven when Daniel and I crawled into bed. At my age I'm beginning to think of that as late on a work night. Daniel had a way to reinvigorate me.

He came into the bedroom with two glasses of wine and after handing them to me snuggled tight and took one back.

"To you my love," he said.

"To you my love," I responded.

"No today is your day. We couldn't have pulled this off without you, and when Tad told me his story. I'm so happy that you're here. Even if we weren't lovers." Daniel tapped his glass against mine and we drank our wine. He took my glass and put both on the night-stand.

"Now there's something else I want to drink," he said.

Before I could respond he started sucking on my left nipple and all thought of sleep fled. I stroked his long black mane and he let loose with a lion at peace purr. After working on both nipples he started licking down my chest and eventually reached my groin. I was getting very hot but resisted the urge to guide my love's talented mouth directly onto my rock hard prick.

Instead I just lay back and moaned as he started licking the outside of my shaft and my balls. Then he took each ball in his mouth and gently chewed on them until I could feel the cum get ready to start its journey. Daniel felt it too and let them fall out of his mouth.

When we'd met his hair was shoulder length but despite his mother's touch-ups it was now halfway down his back. He pushed his hair out of his eyes and smiled.

"Are you ready lover?" he asked.

I reached down and pulled his mouth to mine as a reply and we had a long, wet, passionate kiss. My hands touching every inch of his firm but soft, youthful body I could reach.

"I'll take that for a yes," he said when we finally broke, and moved back down so his mouth was centimeters above my still erect prick and he gently lapped the precum off the head."

"Oh yes, oh yes," was all I could say as he deep throated me in seconds. He'd never been a street slut but he's the most talented sex partner I have ever had. No boy-whore could swallow me that quickly, or so deliciously. After only a moment to adjust he started running his tongue around my engorged cock and then started slowly sucking on it. Three times he brought me close to the edge, each time closer than the time before.

As I reached climax for the fourth time I said, "Don't stop, let me fill your mouth before I explode my love."

As the word love left my lips my love juice left my body, and flowed into the most important person in my world. Daniel worked on my cock, draining every spermatozoon from my body.

When I couldn't take it any more I pulled him off me and back to my mouth. Before I kissed him I said, "Fuck me my Lion."

We kissed. He roared. I turned over and spread my legs. Daniel bent over and rimmed me, tongued fucked me for several minutes. Then I felt first two, then three of his fingers twisting inside me.

"Fuck me Lion," I growled.

Fingers pulled out and I felt his cock head out my entranceway. He stayed there for at least a minute and then slowly entered me. Very slowly. It took forever for him to insert his full seven inches [18 cm] inside me. Finally I felt his balls against my ass. I'd told him he didn't have to continue shaving his body for me but I loved the fact that he did.

Once he was completely inside me he lay down on my back and started nibbling on my shoulder blades as he started fucking my ass. His long, slow strokes were driving me crazy as they went past my prostate gland, stimulating the production of my next load. It didn't take him long to fill my ass with his cum, a load that was punctuated by his Lion's roar.

Satiated he collapsed on top of me and rolled off. His cum soaked cock leaving my hole with a loud plop.

We kissed gently and wrapped our arms around each other. And my love fell asleep before me.

As always the alarm clock rang too early but Wang was already in the kitchen with breakfast ready when we arrived. One of the personnel moves we made was to take Billy Ray Bob, Daniel's first lover, from his job as doorman at the Little Leather Club and put him in charge of the front desk of the hotel. Wang volunteered to take Billy Ray's old job and when we told him that part of the job was security he flipped Billy Ray on his ass in about one second. Billy Ray was so taken by that they started dating, and Wang says they're even talking about him moving into Billy Ray's apartment. You never know where or when you're going to find love.

We dropped Wang off at the club and headed to the hotel. Daniel and I were talking baseball as we entered the lobby. Our attention was immediately grabbed by loud shouting coming from Cody's Sports Bar and Grill. I started running over knowing Daniel would follow. Silence fell as I entered the doorway and saw Cody staring at a younger boy who just topped five feet [1.50 m] tall, slender and very close cropped blonde hair.

"Keith? What are you doing here?" Daniel shouted.

"That's what he said," the boy said turning. "Isn't anybody happy to see me?"

I racked my memory and realized this was Cody's youngest brother. A closer look confirmed the family resemblance.

"I'm happy to see you Keith," Cody said. "It's just that," he stopped and looked at me.

"Why don't we go into the conference room and talk about it," I said.

As we walked through the lobby I told Billy Ray where we were going and no calls. I was about to tell him to find Justin when Cody's multipurpose partner appeared and I motioned him to join us.

He moved to my side and whispered, "Thank God you're here. I called Margaret but she didn't know where you were and you weren't at the house."

I nodded, "Did you know about Keith coming?"

"No way, I don't even think Cody's had any contact with his family since they left."

We entered the conference room and I closed the door behind me. All the boys were looking at each other, nervously moving around the room.

"Sit," I said, "now."

Justin and Daniel sat immediately and I stared at Cody until he took the chair next to Justin. I stood behind the chair at the head of the table and looked at Keith. "Anyplace, it doesn't make a difference."

"You can sit next to me if you want," Daniel said. Keith smiled and almost leaped into the chair.

Cody and Justin were holding hands, and Keith was staring at them when he wasn't looking at me.

"Welcome back to Peckertown Keith Erickson," I said. "Do your parents know where you are?"

He shook his head. Great.

"You will make that call later. Now will you please answer the question that your brother and Daniel asked."

"Why am I here?"

"Yes that one," Cody snapped.

"Ease up Cody," I said soothingly, "nobody's on trial here."

Cody slumped back in his chair and glared at his brother.

"Cody I was miserable there. No friends, hardly allowed out of the house except for church. And I missed you so much," Keith stopped and wiped a tear from his cheek.

"What do you mean? What about school?" Daniel asked.

"He home-schooled us. Told us that it was the public schools which put you on the path to an eternal damnation that existed even below the pits of hell. The last couple of months some of the other kids whose parents followed him to Alabama joined us, but we weren't allowed to talk to each other during or after school," he paused. "You remember the way he'd spank us if we did something wrong?"

"Yeah," Cody muttered.

"Now he does it with his belt, and every Saturday night, even if we've been good just to drive the demons out before they can take hold."

"Oh Jesus, oh Jesus," Cody moaned and put his head on Justin's shoulder and started crying. Through the tears he said, "I'm sorry, so sorry," over and over.

I glanced over and saw Daniel had Keith in his arms and they were both crying. I shook my head. I've believed in God all my life, and my faith has never wavered, but the things some men will do in his name sicken me.

"Cody," I said gently.

He picked his head up slightly and nodded. "Why don't the three of you go to your apartment and settle Keith in. Talk things through."

"We've got so much work here, we can't," he said through his tears.

"You are in no condition to deal with anything," Daniel said in a firm voice. "I've seen Benjy go to the club upset and let it out on everybody there and it's taken a week to get things back to normal. You don't have that week, so unless you want to lose half your staff go home."

"But who'll supervise?" Justin said.

"I will," Daniel said. "Marc will drive you home on his way to the office, now get going."

I looked at my lover and assistant and blew him a kiss, "I love you and I'm proud of you," I mouthed, and he smiled.

On my way out I saw Zeus walk in with Tad. It was quite a contrast between the large, seven feet [2.10 m] tall Afro-American and the small white boy. Zeus had given Tad one of his tee-shirts which completely covered his lithe frame and had been cut off at Tad's knees. From the way they were looking at each other I knew they had hit it off. Zeus and Tad waved at me and Zeus told me he'd call me later. I nodded and turned.

"Zeus," I called.

"Yes boss?"

When he said that in his Texan drawl I thought we'd gone back to before the Civil War.

"Do me a favor, take Cody, Justin and Cody's brother home, and stay with them awhile?"

"Cody's brother?" Zeus asked.

"Just showed up and it's not going well and on top of anything else I need those two concentrating on Monday," I said.

He gave me a big smile, "Yeah, I know what you're worried about." Zeus told Tad where to go and took off after the boys.

"How you doing Tad?" I asked.

"Fine, spent the night with Zeus, no sex," he added quickly."

"Could you? No, don't I'm sorry."

Tad laughed for the first time. "After four years of whoring? Yeah, I can take anything anybody has. Look, I know I'm not your usual kid, even for Peckertown, so if you have any questions just ask."

"You gay?" I blurted out.

He shrugged, "I've had sex with men and women, whoever paid. When I find someone I love I'll know the answer to that."

"Good answer, now get to work. Any problems don't be afraid to ask for help. We want you to succeed."

"Thanks Mr. Fogel," he waved and turned.

My eyes followed him through the door to the reservation desk. Then I turned and went back to the Sports Bar. Daniel was sitting at a table looking at a menu giving orders and asking questions to a group of the waiters. Another group was putting plates on tables, followed by busboys cleaning up and then resetting the tables. Some were in their uniforms but most had on their whore clothes.

I noticed a couple of the bouncers standing against the wall and walked over. They almost snapped to attention. "At ease gentlemen, you're not in the military here."

"Sorry Mr. Fogel," one said, "I'm Sargent Ryan and this is Tom Garp."

"I said."

"That is my name, dad was awfully disappointed I didn't make the Army or police work my career," he said with a smile.

I nodded over at the boys. "What do you guys think about protecting their asses?"

Tom laughed, "The answer you don't want is that those asses don't need or deserve protecting but you're not going to hear that from me. Part of me feels real sorry for the cards dealt these boys, but another part feels proud to be able to help them get a new start on life."

"Not that there's anything wrong with them being hookers," Sargent added, "just that ain't no life for anybody, much less young boys like these. Can I ask you a question sir?"

"Shoot," I said.

"Did these boys have to, you know, before they got," he stopped talking, a blush clearly visible through his sun darkened cheeks.

"No, we all have our partners and one of the reasons the Jorgenson family decided to reopen the hotel was to give those boys who wanted off the streets the opportunity. Plus giving jobs to local people just helps everybody. Any other questions?"

"Yeah," Tom said, "my baby brother is fourteen and straight as a nail but wants an after school job. Does the fact that?"

"No, the fact that you're working here doesn't make a difference. He just has to realize he might get propositioned and that he has to work with these kids so he can't go making cracks. I think the In-Boy-Inn is looking for a couple of new bellhops too, that is if he doesn't mind their uniforms."

"Thanks Mr. Fogel, I'll tell him. He's a good kid," Tom said.

"Marc, I thought you left?" Daniel called and I waved good-bye to the two bouncers and walked over.

"Zeus walked in as we were leaving so I sent him instead, and told him to stay awhile," I said.

"Good idea. You going to stay here or go to the office?"

"Check in back first and then head over. Talk to you later?" I leaned down and gave him a kiss, which drew giggles from the waiters hanging around.

Three hours later Zeus called me at the office and told me he needed me at Cody and Justin's apartment. I got in the car and made record time across town. Zeus opened the door and stepped out.

"Glad you could come over boss. Things aren't going to well in there," Zeus said.

"What's the problem?"

"Keith came in, stripped and knelt in front of Cody which freaked big brother out. Keith started begging Cody to punish him for his sins and started listing them. An amazing list of things that nobody else would consider sins."

"You've got to remember what his father's done to him. Reverend Erickson has gone over the edge in his preaching. If it isn't in the Bible it's a sin, and probably half the stuff in the Bible is sinful anyway," I took a breath before I got upset. "What are they doing now?"

"Keith wants ten lashes for each sin and I can't even count that high. Cody tried talking to him, Justin tried, but Keith just wont listen."

"Wont listen to you?"

"Wants me to beat him for each of the five times in his life he used the 'n'-word."

I shook my head, "C'mon, let's go in." Zeus opened the door and we walked into the living room.

It was an eerie tableau that greeted us. A naked Keith had prostrated himself in front of his brother who had curled up in a ball on the couch. Cody seemed almost comatose, I wasn't sure if he had seen or heard us come in. There was no reaction to our presence from either Erickson boy.

The only sound was Justin's dry bawling. He must have run out of tears a long time earlier. He slowly turned when we closed the door to look at us. Seeing me he just mouthed, "help me."

I picked him up in my arms, he was bigger and heavier than Daniel but I found the strength, and took him into his bedroom.

I sat down on the bed and brought him close to me. I could feel his rapid heartbeat and the small tremors throughout his body. My mind whirled, if Zeus, a trained psychologist, couldn't get through how was I going too. I started by doing the one thing Zeus wouldn't do.

My hand guided Justin's mouth to mine and I kissed him, letting my tongue brush against his lips. Justin opened his mouth and responded eagerly. There was no sex in the exchange, rather a young boy looking for love, friendship and acceptance in the only way he could at the moment. When he reached for my belt buckle I took his hand and broke the kiss.

"Not now Justin, not now," I said.

"Don't you love me? Don't you want me?" Fresh tears welled in his eyes.

"Of course I do, you know that don't you?"

The fifteen year old motherless boy who had been kicked out of his home when his father had discovered him in bed with another boy hesitated, and then nodded slightly. "Keep holding me, I feel so cold."

"Of course." We sat there for several minutes until he finally seemed to settle down.

"Can you help them Marc? Zeus tried but, but."

"We will help them. Cody needs you now more than ever. Tell me what happened before I got here."

Justin proceeded to go over much the same ground as Zeus had, until the final revelation. "I thought Keith had finally run out of sins but then he bent over like that and told Cody he had the biggest sin yet to confess," Justin took a deep breath. "He told Cody that not only had he masturbated but that he thought about having sex with Cody as he did it. Cody shrieked no at least a dozen times and then curled into that ball and Keith hasn't moved either. I'm not even sure if either of them are alive." Justin started crying again and I just held and rocked him until he settled down. When he did I sent him into the bathroom to wash his face with cold water while I thought.

He looked a lot better when he emerged ten minutes later. "What now?" he asked.

"Are you ready to go back in there?" I asked.

"I'm a little scared but Cody's my life and I have to help him. What do I do?"

"Get on the couch with him and hold him, kiss him gently on his face or lips. Whisper to him that you're there with him. He may not respond right away but he needs to hear and feel that you're with him. Cody may even try and shrug you off but don't let go."

"Not even if he hurts me," Justin said with a little more courage than I knew he felt.

Neither brother had moved and a peek at my watch showed Justin and I had been in the bedroom for almost an hour. I pointed at Cody and Justin did as instructed.

Silently I sat on the floor and pulled Keith on my lap.

"Are you going to punish me?" a raspy voice asked.

"Look at me Keith," I said and waited as he moved himself into position.

"Yes sir." It was a statement, not a question.

"You have confessed your sins and are forgiven. God does not want his pound of your flesh."

"That's not what Reverend Erickson said. He says that only through physical purging can a soul be cleansed."

"Listen to what you're saying. If you truly believed that in your heart would you be here? No, you would still be in Alabama, willingly giving yourself to his law."

"I was unworthy of being in his service," Keith said.

There was a stirring on the couch.

"Listen to you, you can't even call that fucking bastard father or dad any more," Cody exploded, "look what he did to me, to you, to our family. He saw me with my friend on a cold and rainy night and cast us out even though we were doing nothing wrong. He's got you believing you're destined for a damnation that won't even end when Jesus returns on Judgement Day. Do you think God wants his children beaten for every real and imagined sin?"

Keith had started sobbing as soon as Cody started yelling but stopped as his big brother's words sunk home.

"Keith, I love you," Cody continued softly, "all of us, including God, are here for you."

"You love me? You're not repulsed that I'm attracted to you? I can stay?" Keith whispered.

"Yes I love you, yes you can stay with Justin and me, forever if you want." Cody held his arms out and Keith slowly got off of my lap and walked slowly to his brother. I took a good look at his back and saw dozens of welt marks covering it. If I remembered correctly there were still two boys and two girls at home. Joshua Erickson had cranked six kids out in seven years and he was probably beating the other four several times a week now, if not daily. Something would have to be done. But for now I was contented to see the first and fourth of his sons hugging and saying I love you over and over.

I got up and walked over to Zeus who stuck his hands out. "How'd you do that boss?"

"Well God does work in mysterious ways but more than anything else it was being able to hold Keith tight and having Justin telling Cody that he loved him. I know your training discourages physical contact with your patients but you've got to remember most of these boys were physically, sexually and/or emotionally abused before they got here. The one thing they need most in their lives if closeness. That's why you find boys like Chad who wants to find boyfriends or become slaves to find the security of somebody to take care of them."

"I hear you, hand holding and hugging are all right to go with reassurances of their own self-worth. I really appreciate your faith in my abilities, just wishe they had worked better today."

"Relax, Tad seems to have taken your words to heart, seemed a lot happier today than yesterday," I said and walked over to the couch.

The three boys turned to look at me.

"I'm going to get going but Zeus will stay for a little bit. Keith, you are going to be fine. Cody and Justin love you. Do you understand that?"

"Yes sir."

I ruffled his hair, "The name's Marc."

He grinned up at me.

"Thanks Marc," Cody started to say something else but just shrugged at his lack of words.

"Yeah, I know," I said and ruffled his hair, and Justin's for good measure. "See the three of you at the hotel tomorrow?"

"Yes," Cody answered, "we've got a lot of work to do, and we could always use another busboy."

That's the end of this part of Arkansas Vacation.

Except for one detail. Tad, and his story, are real. He survived four years as a whore, living by his body and wits before he received a second chance at a normal life. Which he's grabbing with both hands.

Tad has one request of all of you. If you see a homeless boy like he was buy him a meal, clothes, haircut or whatever he needs that you can afford. Don't give him money because in most cases he'll just use it for drugs.

And pray for the children.

by David

He walked into the Tasty Buns late one afternoon. Daniel was there getting some work done and keeping an eye on business and saw him come in. He was tall, about six feet, and appeared to be skinny under his loose tee-shirt. His fair face was thin, long brown hair tied into a pony tail. The boy sat at the counter and dug into his pocket. He counted all the change in his hand .

"Could I get a bowl of soup?" he asked the waiter.

"Sure. Be right back," the boy said.

Daniel sat and observed him for a bit. He had a strange feeling about that boy, and he didn't know why. Daniel mentally shrugged, and went back to the paperwork in front of him.

The boy at the counter got his soup and ate it slowly, enjoying every spoonful. It had been some time since he'd eaten last, and he wanted to take it easy and enjoy the good, hot soup.

Daniel heard a noise coming from the front of the restaurant, and looked up to see a little boy run in with a man hot after him. The boy at the counter reacted before Daniel did, getting up and sweeping the little boy behind him.

"Out of my way, boy. He's mine!" the man snarled.

"I don't think so," the boy replied.

Something in the man's voice unnerved Daniel. He picked up his cell phone and made a fast call as he watched the confrontation. The little boy behind the other one was very afraid of the man.

"Who do you think you are?" the man demanded.

"My name is Scott Davis. This boy will be left alone. Now leave," Scott demanded.

"I will take him with me now!" the man charged.

Scott reacted, grabbing the outstretched arm and shoved him into the post by the register. The man backed up, staggering. Scott grabbed his other arm and hip tossed him to the floor. The man lay there, dazed. At that moment. Zeus and Sheriff Waters ran in.

"Zeus, watch the guy on the floor," Daniel shouted. The huge black man nodded and turned to stand over the man.

After talking to the waiter and Daniel Sheriff Waters escorted the man out in cuffs. The little boy came out from behind the counter and hugged Scott.

"Thank you. He was going to hurt me," he cried.

"I know, I could tell from the look on his face. I wasn't going to let that happen to you," Scott said.

"I gotta go," the little boy said, then was gone before anybody could stop him.

Scott turned to sit back down. There was a menu on the counter in front of him.

"Anything you want, is on me. Thanks for your help," Daniel said.

"Thanks," Scott nodded.

"Come over when you finish. Let's talk," Daniel said.

"Okay," Scott nodded.

He looked the menu over and placed his order. Scott took his time, enjoying the food.

It was at least fifteen minutes before Scott sat down across from Daniel

"One second Scott," Daniel said without looking up. Scott sipped his glass of soda while waiting for Daniel to finish what he was doing.

"Thanks for what you did. You made a friend there," Daniel said.

"It was nothing," Scott shrugged his shoulders.

"It was something. You did the right thing there," Daniel said.

"I know what it's like to be chased, and to be hurt," Scott said quietly. "I couldn't stand there and let that kid get hurt."

Daniel looked at Scott. He saw something in the other boy's eyes. "Want to go somewhere a bit private and talk?"

"Sure," Scott nodded.

"Okay. Let me leave a message at my office," Daniel said.

Scott watched the other boy walk into the back. He liked his looks. He reached down and adjusted his jeans a little so his cock would be more comfortable. Daniel came back a moment later.

"Okay, let's go!" Daniel grinned.

Scott followed Daniel out after thanking the cook for the good meal. They walked up the street awhile, then entered a small bar. Daniel led him to a table in the back and they sat down.

"Want a drink?" Daniel asked as a boy walked over.

"Just a Coke," Scott asked.

"Make that two," Daniel nodded.

The drinks arrived a moment later. Scott took a sip of his then set it down.

"Tell me about yourself. How did you get here?" Daniel asked.

"Long story," Scott said.

"I got plenty of time," Daniel said.

Scott sighed. "Okay."

Scott had been born in Texas. He was thirteen, and he enjoyed his life with his family until a freak accident killed them all when he was eleven. Since then, he had been shuffled around from relative to relative, and then into the foster care system. He got abused on a regular basis, each person doing worse to him.

One 'foster father' had been a tattoo artist. The man got drunk one night and beat up Scott bad. The man then placed three tattoos onto Scott. When Scott had come to and saw them, he ran away. He had been arrested by the Texas Rangers and taken to Juvenile Hall. The kids there beat him up as well and passed him around. He had run away from there three weeks ago, and had heard about Peckertown. He had come here hoping for a better life.

He had discovered that he liked other boys when he had turned eleven. He was going to come out to his Dad and ask him about it all, but he'd never gotten the chance. His sexual education had consisted of what had been done to him.

Daniel felt himself get angry. That was no way for someone to be treated. As he listened to Scott, his mind began working. The hotel was almost ready to open and Scott would be perfect there. He had great defense skills that could be put to good use.

"What do you hope to do here?" Daniel asked.

Scott shifted in his seat. "I wasn't sure at first. After what happened at that restaurant this morning, I've got a good idea of what I could do. Help protect some of these kids."

Daniel nodded. "That I like the sound of. Sometimes things do get out of hand and some kids do get hurt. Another boy named Yoshi is opening a martial arts school, maybe you could teach some self defense classes there."

"That would be a start," Scott admitted.

"We also have a hotel opening soon. You could be assistant head of security there as well, fit in with the boys working as waiters, etc." Daniel said.

"You own a few places here?" Scott asked.

"My family does. I help manage them all," Daniel said.

"That's cool. Your family treats all the boys here fairly?" Scott said.

"Yeah, we sure do. You'll meet everybody sooner or later, and you'll get to see and understand everything," Daniel told him. "For now, you'll come home with me."

"Thanks. By the way, never caught your name," Scott said.

Daniel extended his hand. "My name is Daniel Jorgenson."

"Daniel, glad to meet you. Thanks for being a friend," Scott said.

"Everyone needs a friend. I'm gonna try to make your life better anyway I can," Daniel said.

They walked out and Daniel hailed a cab. They climbed in and the cab drove off. Scott looked out the window at the sights, noting that Peckertown looked normal, except for the large number of boys running around in various stages of undress. He had imagined a sex place every thirty feet [10 m] from each other. It wasn't that way at all. The buildings looked very normal, the residents and tourists looked normal too. The cab turned up the street and then stopped in front of a house.

"There ya go Daniel," The teenager driving said.

"Thanks Tony. See you later," Daniel said, getting out and handing the young man money.

Scott followed Daniel up the steps to the house. Daniel opened the door and led Scott in. The house was decorated simply, the usual furniture in the living room, kitchen, and dining room.

"Won't your folks get upset seeing me here?" Scott asked.

"No. I live here with my lover," Daniel explained.

"That's cool. Your folks don't mind?" Scott asked.

"No. They gave this house to Marc and me," Daniel grinned.

Scott smiled back. Things were getting better and better. He followed Daniel up the stairs and into a bedroom. He dropped his pack on the bed. He saw an open door and looked in. It was a bathroom, complete with tub and shower.

"Go ahead, use the shower if you want," Daniel said, coming up behind Scott.

"I smell that bad, huh?" Scott asked.

"No comment!" Daniel laughed. "Got any clean clothes?"

Scott went to his pack and pulled his clothes from it. "No I don't."

"No problem. You're just a little bit taller than me so I'll loan you some of mine," Daniel said.

"Thanks," Scott smiled.

Daniel turned and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. Scott took his clothes off and dropped them on the floor. He walked into the bathroom and looked at himself in the mirror. He saw that he needed a shave, so he looked through the drawers and found shaving gear in there. He took his time shaving, enjoying it. He decided to run water in the tub and soak. It had been a long time since he had that pleasure. He sighed as he slid into the hot water in the tub.

"Man that feels good!" he exclaimed.

Scott stretched out, feeling the hot water around his body, feeling the heat soak in. He sat there for a long while, then sat up and washed himself clean. He got out, and dried off. He felt so much better now. He looked at himself in the mirror again. He looked cleaner and a lot better.

He looked at his tattoos. One was an eagle on the back of his left shoulder, one was a multicolored dragon on the left upper arm, and the third was a simple chain link around the forearm. A flash of anger went through him. Scott sighed. He turned and went into the bedroom. The clothes he had dumped on the floor were gone, and there were sweat pants and a shirt on the bed. Scott pulled on the briefs, then the pants. He was about to put the shirt on when Daniel walked in. Daniel saw the tattoos.

"Oh, I'm sorry for barging in," he said, staring. Daniel couldn't believe that someone would actually go and put tattoos on a boy forcefully. He looked away, angry at himself for staring.

"Daniel, it's okay. I'm used to the looks by now. I've gotten used to having them," Scott said.

"What happened to the guy?" Daniel asked.

"They let him off on an insanity plea," Scott said.

"Tell me all about this guy. I have some pull with people in the state offices. He'll never work in this state," Daniel promised.

Scott pulled the shirt on. "Thanks for the clothes. You have no idea what the bath did for me."

"Glad to have helped. Marc and I want you to stay here for as long as you like," Daniel said.

"You told him about me?" Scott asked, following Daniel down to the kitchen.

"Actually, he called me. Seems someone called him and my father and told them about the fight in the restaurant," Daniel said, sitting at the table.

"Oh. He's okay with me being here?" Scott asked.

"Sure. Just relax a bit. We'll go back to the restaurant for dinner later. My Dad wants to meet you." Daniel said, sipping a cup of coffee.

"Cool. Thanks for all this," Scott said.

"I've got your clothes in the wash. I don't think they'll last much longer. Why don't I give you some money, and you can go and buy what clothes you want?" Daniel suggested.

"You don't have to do that," Scott said.

"Yes I do. I insist on it," Daniel said.

Scott sighed. "Okay. I'll work it off later."

Daniel thought about that. "Okay. We can work something out later."

"I'll do whatever you ask in bed later," Scott said hesitatingly.

"No you won't. I already have a lover, and you don't need to do that for anything I've done for you. I'm doing this because there's something I like about you, because of what you did this morning. I don't want to hear about that again," Daniel said.

"I'm sorry. I'm used to doing sex things to get food and clothes while I lived in Texas, and when I traveled here. I thought you wanted the same," Scott stated.

Daniel put his hand on Scott's shoulder. "Not here in my house. You are welcome to anything."

Scott smiled and squeezed Daniel's hand.

After Daniel got out of the cab, Scott went to the mall. He walked around the place window shopping first. He drifted into stores and looked to see what was available here. It seemed there was a whole new market for clothes and things here for boys and men. There was hardly any women's clothing. Some places were a little too expensive for his taste. Scott preferred the simple look. He ended up buying two pairs of jeans, half dozen long sleeve shirts, half dozen short sleeve shirts, a dozen t-shirts, four pairs of shorts, new shoes (the ones he had on were just about gone), and two dozen assorted briefs. He found a sport store and bought four pairs of Speedos. He had been a swimmer before everything changed for him.

He got everything home and put away in the room Daniel had given him. He discarded his old shoes and got comfortable on the couch in the living room. Turning on the TV, he channel surfed for a bit. He noticed that there were quite a few shows starring only boys. Of course there were the usual shows as well. He found four different sport channels. Three featured adult sports, the fourth featured boys sports. He reached for the TV magazine and read it. the listings were impressive. The boy's sport channel featured basketball, football, swimming, track, and wrestling. His heart leaped at the swimming entry, it came on soon. There were more entries about other sports, but he barely noticed them. He turned to the boys sport channel and waited for the swimming competitions to start.

He remembered the last swim meet he had been in. All those boys in Speedos had turned him on incredibly. He'd really had to concentrate on swimming to win his events. Those had been fun days. He wondered if there was a community swim team he could join. He'd ask Daniel later. The swim meet was beginning, and he turned his attention to it. Halfway through it, he dozed off. He started dreaming of his parents. They just stood there, smiling. After a few minutes, they started fading away.

"Mom! Dad! Don't leave me!" he cried.

He woke quick, sitting up and looking around. He was still in the living room but there was a lady sitting on the edge of the couch with a concerned look on her face. She reached out to him, rubbing his shoulder. Before he realized it, he was in her arms and crying on her shoulder. She held him for a long time.

"Are you okay?" she asked when he stopped crying.

"Yes," he whispered. "I was dreaming about my parents. Why did they leave me?"

"I don't know. No parent ever wants to die and leave their kids behind," the lady said.

She held him for a long time. Scott relaxed, feeling good that this lady would comfort him.

"I need to use the bathroom," he said finally.

She let him go, and he went into the bathroom to clean up. He came back and saw her sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee.

"Feeling better?" she asked.

"Yes thank you," Scott replied. "My name is Scott."

"I'm Frances Jorgenson, Daniel's mother," she said.

"Glad to meet you," Scott shook her hand.

"I came here to pick you up for dinner. If you're ready we can go," she smiled.

Scott nodded. They left the house, driving down to the restaurant. Scott was feeling better now he had gotten his grief out of his system. But it would never leave, he knew. He had loved his parents too much. They arrived at the restaurant. Scott walked in behind her.

"Hi, Scott. I see you met my Mom," Daniel said, walking over.

"Yes. She's a cool lady," Scott grinned.

"I think so too," Daniel laughed.

They all sat down after the introductions were made. Scott told them about himself and his past. Elija asked him what he had planned to do here. Scott mentioned some ideas.

"Well, Daniel's told me about wanting you for assistant head of security at the hotel. From what I heard of this morning, you have the skills necessary to qualify. So will you be the person for the job?" Elija said.

"It's more than just the physical end sir. It's being able to talk them down and not giving any kind of ground up. I got tired of getting beat on, so I started training myself to defend myself. I could teach others as well," Scott offered, hoping they would say yes.

"I'll think about that. For the time being, Marc and Daniel are going to have you stay with them," Elija said. "Welcome to Peckertown."

"Thank you for everything," Scott said.

"Now, let's eat!" Elija exclaimed.

Dinner was a simple affair. The food was good, the family very friendly. They didn't press for any more details of his life from him, but asked about hobbies, likes, and dislikes. Scott managed to answer all their questions.

Daniel didn't say much, Scott noticed.

After dinner, Scott wandered out into the restaurant observing what was going on. It was a bit busy. He saw the big black man sitting at a table by himself. On an impulse, Scott walked over.

"Hi," Scott said.

"Hi, it's Scott, right?" the man asked, shaking hands.

"Yes, you remembered!" Scott smiled.

Scott sat down in front of him. A glass of Coke was placed in front of him.

"Yeah. Those were pretty good moves this morning," he complemented. "My name is Zeus."

"Glad to meet you," Scott smiled. "What do you do here?"

"I'm the operations manager at the new hotel. I'm also setting up a therapist office to counsel any boy who wants or needs it," Zeus explained.

Scott grew quiet. He remembered what that psychologist had done to him. That pain wouldn't go away.

He stood up. "Sorry to have bothered you."

Zeus looked surprised. "You aren't bothering me."

He watched Scott walk away. The boy had turned cold quickly, and that concerned him. Daniel sat down in the spot that Scott had vacated.

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"That boy. I was talking to Scott, telling him what I was doing here in Peckertown. He got real cold, then got up and walked out," Zeus explained. "Something I said must have upset him."

"Dad and I had a feeling he was holding something back. I was hoping you could help," Daniel said, "especially if he's going to be your assistant head of security."

Zeus raised an eyebrow, "I can, but only if he decides that he needs help."

Scott walked down the street. Images from his past crowded in on him. Why did people hurt him? Why had his uncles and cousins, all of his relatives, hurt him and treat him so cruelly? He didn't know. They'd been nice and kind to him before his folks died. Instantly they had changed, becoming cold and heartless. Scott kept going when things had been rough. Their revealing that they knew he was gay made things even harder than before. His parents wouldn't have cared, he was their son and they would have still loved him, no matter what.

One uncle had decided to take Scott to a psychiatrist to 'straighten him out.' Instead the man took advantage of him, molesting and even raping him. Scott nearly killed him, but walked out at the last second with the man's gun. The Texas Rangers had found him and arrested him for having the gun. He told them everything, and as a result, he was sent into state care. He testified against the man, cousins, and the two uncles. All of them went to jail, especially the shrink after they found a book with nude pictures of the boys he had in his care. They were located, and the ones still living testified. Ten of them had committed suicide. Scott left after the trials. He wanted away from there. He wanted his pain to stop, his nightmares to stop. Scott sat down on a bench in the park. Large lights kept it bright even as the sun faded. He watched some boys playing frisbee. He wished he could be like that again. He was tired of running, of fighting, and hurting.

"Hi," a voice next to him said.

He turned to see a red headed boy with the most beautiful hazel eyes looking at him. He felt his heart skip a beat. The boy smiled.

"Got a name, dude?" he asked.

"Yeah. I'm Scott," he said.

"Are you the dude who kicked that guy's ass in the Tasty Buns this morning?" the boy asked.

"Yeah, I am. You heard about it?" Scott asked.

"Hell yeah! Lot of people talking about it man," the boy grinned. "By the way, I'm Frank."

"Hi Frank, nice to meet you," Scott said, shaking hands.

"Hang on a second," Frank said.

Scott watched the boy toss the frisbee at some kids, then sit down next to Scott.

"So where you staying?" Frank asked.

"With a kid named Daniel," Scott said.

"Last name Jorgenson?" Frank asked.

Scott nodded. "Seems real nice."

"They are. The Jorgensons are so cool. They house, clothe, and feed a lot of us. I live in a set of barracks by the hotel they're reopening. The place is known as the slave quarters," Frank said.

Scott felt a chill run through him. "They make you guys slaves, and you say they're cool?"

"Dude, you aren't understanding here. A lot of us choose to live there, and do what they say. We work in their various businesses. We earn money, they pay us well. From what I understand, the place is called that because someone nicknamed it that," Frank said quickly, seeing how pissed Scott got.

Scott relaxed a bit. "They don't force you into anything, do they?"

"No, man. They aren't like that. It's complicated to explain," Frank said.

"Okay. I'll take your word for it," Scott said.

Frank smiled. "Dude, you too cool."

Scott had to laugh. He couldn't remember the last time he had laughed. Felt good, too.

"Scott, let's get out of here," Frank suggested.

"Okay," Scott said. "Hey, how about going to where I'm staying, and we go swimming. There's a pool in the backyard."

"Now you talking!" Frank exclaimed.

Scott grinned. Both of them stood up and walked out of the park. Scott hailed a cab and gave the driver the address. Scott led Frank into the house.

"I'm gonna go up and get my Speedos on," Scott said.

Frank moved in closer. "Why? Why hide that package of yours? I've seen everything before."

Scott felt lightheaded. Was this what he wanted? To fall in love and be happy?

"Scott, look at me," Frank said softly.

Scott looked up into Frank's face. Frank looked into Scott's eyes and saw fear there. Instantly he knew.

"Are you afraid of being hurt again? I won't. I'll help you if you let me. I really like you. I'm not saying that just to get sex from you. I'm saying that because I mean that. Something about you attracted me to you. I've been hurt a few times myself. I left my home to come here to find myself, to find peace again. I've since forgiven my Father for what he did. You need to let it all go, it's destroying you," Frank said.

Scott began to cry, trying to keep a hold on himself. Frank wrapped his arms around him. "Let it all go, Scott. Let it all go. Only then will the pain stop," Frank whispered into Scott's ear. Scott completely broke down, letting his tears, frustration, rage, and pain out. Frank held onto Scott, not saying anything more. Scott wore himself out, slowing down until he started to pass out. Frank managed to get a grip on Scott. He turned, seeing Daniel and Zeus standing there.

Daniel motioned to Frank. Frank lifted Scott and carried him up the stairs and into his room. He laid Scott down and pulled his shoes, pants, and shirt off. He was shocked to see some of the scars and tattoos. Zeus reacted, anger crossing his face. Frank motioned them to be quiet.

He stepped out into the hall and told them what had happened. Daniel and Zeus nodded, then went back downstairs. Frank went back into the room and closed the door. He saw Scott so vulnerable and fragile. He stripped and got into bed with Scott. He wrapped his arm around Scott, then went to sleep.

Scott woke the next morning. He found himself in bed, with Frank holding him. He could feel the boy's breath on his neck. He carefully turned to look at Frank. Frank looked so peaceful and calm. It was then he realized he was in love. He carefully reached out and touched Frank's cheek. Frank woke up right then and looked up at Scott. They looked into each other's eyes. Before they knew it, they were kissing. It was more than just a simple kiss. It went beyond a kiss. It brought them together, caused them to fall deeply in love. They broke apart a moment later.

"Hey," Frank whispered.

"Yeah," Scott said.

They lay in each other's arms for a time, just relaxing. Frank moved his hands over Scott's body.

"Shower?" Scott asked.

"Sure. I need a shave as well," Frank agreed.

Scott smiled and got out of bed, pulling Frank with him. He led Frank into the bathroom. Turning on the hot water in the sink, Scott got the shaving stuff out of the drawer. Scott washed Frank's face, then lathered it up with the shave cream. Frank grinned. Scott very carefully shaved Frank's face.

"Hey, you did good. I could get used to this," he laughed.

Scott watched Frank reach down and fondle himself. Seeing the puzzled look on Scott's face, he took Scott's hand and placed it there. Scott realized a moment later that there was no hair there. Scott noticed Frank's red pubic hair had been cut down short and neat. Frank laughed again at Scott's reaction.

"I like it that way," he said.

Scott blushed. Frank got on his knees and slowly pulled Scott's blue briefs off. Scott's own brown pubic hair stuck out wild and was thick. Frank ran his fingers through it.

"Would you let me?" he asked.

Scott nodded. Frank had Scott lie down on his back. He found some scissors in a drawer. He combed Scott's pubic hair out, then started cutting. When he was done, the hair looked neater and short. Next he washed Scott's cock and balls. Scott felt his six inches [15 cm] get hard. Frank lathered him up, then carefully shaved his groin clean. They got into the shower afterwards. Frank took Scott into his arms.

"How does it feel now?" he asked.

"Kind of strange, but nice. I could learn to like this," Scott grinned.

"Now where have I heard that before?" Frank asked, laughing.

Frank took his time washing Scott all over. Scott closed his eyes and let the feelings take over. He felt good. It felt like Frank was cleaning the dirt out of his soul and spirit. Scott sighed, feeling Frank's hands touch and caress him every where. This touching was so different from the touching that others had done. It was a gentle touching, a loving kind of touching. He moaned softly, shivering from the feelings. This was great.

"Feeling good now? There's more yet to come," Frank said.

Frank continued to wash Scott, marveling at how the boy was reacting to his touches. He left Scott's cock alone for now, saving that for the last. Frank washed Scott's back, legs, ass, and slipped a finger into the cleft. Scott moved his legs wider, wanting to feel more of the finger. Frank slowly penetrated Scott's ass with his finger. Scott reacted.

"That feels good," he hissed.

Frank grinned. He kept pushing his finger in, trying to pleasure Scott. Scott moaned and groaned, feeling passion rising inside of him. Frank finally reached around Scott and took hold of the boy's now smooth balls. He touched them once, and Scott cried out and shivered.

"That's so incredible!" he exclaimed.

"Told you," Frank laughed.

Frank then moved his hand up to Scott's cock. The six inch [15 cm] boy tool was hard and erect. Frank took hold of it and started to lightly stroke Scott off. Scott was going crazy, his body out of control. He'd never felt this way before. He felt Frank's hand move up and down on his shaft, giving him intense pleasure. Scott was crying and moaning.

"Frank… gonna cum… gonna… CUM!" Scott yelled, the feelings too much.

He slammed Frank against the wall of the shower as he ejaculated, his sperm flying all over in the shower. He panted as the shots went through the hard cock, the waves of pleasure roaring through him. Scott collapsed once he finished coming. Frank lowered the exhausted boy down to the floor and cradled him in his arms as he rinsed the soap off Scott. Scott squeaked from the intense pleasure as Frank rinsed him clean. Scott broke down again and cried. Frank held him close until Scott relaxed again.

"Feel better?" Frank asked.

"Yes. God, that was so…," Scott couldn't finish the sentence.

"Don't even try to describe what you felt, what you saw, and what you heard. It's impossible to. You never will. Just know you experienced love for what it should be, a pleasurable experience shared between two guys," Frank said.

"I'll never forget this," Scott promised.

"I know you won't," Frank stated.

They both stood up. Scott took the soap from Frank and attempted to give Frank the same treatment. He wasn't able to duplicate it, but managed to get Frank off big time. They came downstairs after getting dressed. Scott smelled coffee as he walked into the kitchen. Marc, Daniel, and Zeus were sitting at the table. Daniel grinned.

"Hey, you two are up!" he cheered.

Scott nodded, then went for some coffee. Frank gave Zeus a puzzled look.

"Scott, what's up, man?" Frank asked. "Why so cold to Zeus?"

Scott stood there for a few moments. "My Uncle Charlie dragged me to a fucking shrink to try and 'make me normal', but the guy molested and raped me. Now you know."

Scott dropped the cup of coffee in the sink and walked out of the house. He walked down the street, memories washing over him. He remembered what the guy said, how he had hurt him. Even though he was locked away, Scott still hated him.

"You gotta let it go, gotta forgive the guy if you ever want to be happy," the voice of his father sounded in his head.

"It's hard for me to let go, Dad. What he did, what Uncle Charlie and all the others did," Scott whispered to his Dad.

"They all will face God and answer for all they did someday son. You have a chance to be happy now. Frank seems like a good boy. He loves you and cares for you. That man, Zeus can help you if you give him a chance. Son, your mom and I will never leave you," his father's voice said.

Scott stopped and watched a group of boys ride by on bikes. "I'll give him a chance."

He turned and started walking back. Halfway back, he saw Frank standing on the sidewalk. Scott walked up to him, silently hugged him then took his hand and led him back to the house.

"I'm sorry for yelling at y'all. Wasn't your fault. Zeus, I… need your help," Scott said.

Zeus stood. "I'll help you anyway I can, Scott. I'll try not to hurt you like you were. That's not what I'm about. I care about people."

"Frank, I'm sorry if I hurt you," Scott apologized.

"Don't worry about it. Your life will be different now," Frank smiled.

***

Life did get better. Frank taught Scott what love really was about. Zeus and everyone else helped Scott to start living again.

Scott helped Zeus as well, in addition to his therapy. Scott took a whole day off to write letters to his relatives and the psychiatrist who had hurt him. He forgave them all. Scott was truly happy again.

Eventually Scott and Frank got a place of their own at an apartment house near the hotel.

"Hey lover, what are you doing?" Frank called out from bed their first night in their new home.

"Be right there, hon. Just gotta brush my teeth," Scott said.

"Well hurry. I'm so horny," Frank yelled.

"Patience, man!" Scott yelled back.

"Patience my ass!" Frank laughed.

"What am I gonna do with you?" Scott asked.

"Love me," Frank snapped back.

"I already do," Scott said, appearing in the doorway.

He was wearing a silk thong that he liked. Frank whistled. Scott grinned, then came to bed. They spent a few minutes kissing. Then they got down to the serious stuff. Frank and Scott caressed each other, kissing and sucking on each other's bodies. Frank slipped his hands into Scott's thong and slipped it off him.

"These are in the way," he complained.

Frank's mouth found Scott's cock. He gently sucked it first, then swirled his tongue around the head and shaft. Scott hissed with pleasure, feeling real good now. Scott turned into a 69, taking Frank's hard six [15] in his mouth. Both lovers sucked on each other. Scott was getting close.

"Close," he groaned.

"Then take me, lover. Get inside of me," Frank asked, rolling onto his back.

Scott lubed them up, then slid his cock inside Frank.

"Here. Here is my love, all for you," Scott whispered.

His pleasure began as he slowly fucked Frank. Frank moaned and groaned and Scott pushed his boyhood deep into Frank. He loved this. He felt so close to Frank when they had intercourse, weather he was doing the fucking, or being fucked. He fucked faster, the passion getting more and more.

"Frank!" he wailed, losing control.

Scott felt himself cum inside Frank as Frank squeezed his ass down on Scott's cock. Scott shivered and shook all the way through his orgasm. He rested on Frank, feeling complete. Frank turned on his side, holding Scott.. They kissed as Scott's cock withdrew itself from Frank. Frank moved behind Scott. Lying on their sides, he placed his cock at Scott's entrance and slowly pushed in. Frank was a master at the art of slow fuck. He didn't shoot hard and fast, his cum just oozed out of his cock. He started fucking Scott.

Scott closed his eyes and felt Frank's cock move inside of him slow. He wept tears of joy and pleasure, giving voice to it, telling Frank over and over how much he loved Frank. Frank kissed his neck, then hugged him tight. That was his way of telling Scott that he came. They relaxed once more, kissing. They cuddled up, and went to sleep.

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