Sidney Gittler

Arkansas Vacation

Chapters 22-26

Trey is also the author of the In Time series that can be found at www.nifty.org in the gay/young-friends section.

Hi my name is Benjy Jorgenson and I am 11 years old. You know me better as Master Benjy of the slaves of Peckertown Arkansas. My Dad, Elija, and Mom, Francis, just bought a new home just two blocks from my brother Daniel and his boyfriend Marc. We used to live behind our restaurant, The Tasty Buns, but Dad decided that we needed to move and get a REAL house. It's a five bedroom, six-and-a-half bath house, it is BIG. Aaron, my oldest brother, decided he wanted to stay at the other house and live there, he wanted to be more independent. Dad agreed so only me, my parents, sister Kristen and my lover Roger live here.

Roger is my bodyguard, personal slave AND lover. I LOVE him to death. He is gorgeous, he is 14, 5'8" [1.73 m] and maybe 170 lbs [77 kg], with light brown hair and deep brown eyes. The minute I saw him I wanted him. I knew I wanted to stay with him forever, so we have been together for about a year and a half.

Today me and Roger were outside at the pool playing around and relaxing. He enjoys me when I'm being a boy and not the Master of the S&M community all the time. I know you must be wondering how an eleven-year-old got started in S&M and became the master of the community. Well you aren't the only one…

"Benjy?" Roger started.

"Yes" I answered.

"If you don't mind I want to ask a question, I hope you won't get mad," he said sitting cross legged in front of me. We were sitting naked by the front of the pool in the shade holding hands and relaxing.

"Roger you can ask me anything. You are more then my slave and bodyguard, you are the man I love and want to spend the rest of my life with," I said reaching over and kissing him deeply. After we broke the kiss he smiled at me.

"Well I was wondering, how did you get into S&M and then become the Master of the S&M community when you are so young?" he asked shyly. I giggled and he look puzzled.

"Roger my dear that is in interesting story. I hope you like long tales." I said smiling at him. He nodded and I stared into the water and started remember back.

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I was probably five or six and playing in the woods with my friend Jimmy one day. We were playing cowboys and Indians in the woods behind the school. I was hiding near a big tree and he was behind another one. We were acting like we were shooting at each other with our pretend pistols. I started running and tripped over a tree root, landing face first into the dirt and leaves. My friend came up and got me in the back, when he got up I noticed a piece of paper sticking out of the tree sump. I went over and got it, on the front were the words, Leather Men. I saw the big man on front in all leather holding a whip and paddle. The minute I saw it I knew I liked it. My little dink (that is what I called it back then) got hard. As I opened it up I saw the same man on the front with another man bent over and he was whipping his ass. Jimmy was standing over me looking at it as well and we were both amazed at what we all saw in there, we couldn't believe it. We both sat down and started looking through the entire magazine. When we got finished looking at all the men being whipped, spanked, paddled, gagged, fisted and pinched left and right, we both looked at each other and nodded our heads. We took the magazine and I stuffed it down the front of my pants. We ran back to my house and into my room. When we got into the room we started taking off our clothes. After we both striped we didn't know what to do first.

"OK so what do we do and who goes first?" asked Jimmy.

"I don't know what do you want to do first?" I asked. We sat thinking then finally at the same time decided the same thing.

"SPANKINGS!" We wrestled for a minute to see who goes first and I lost. I had to go first. I got on the bed and bent over it and Jimmy stood behind me. My little dink was already hard and I was excited. Jimmy pulled his hand high and let it fly.

"OUCH," I hollered. Jimmy giggled and kept spanking me.

"OUCH," again I hollered the more he spanked me the more I loved it.

"Harder, harder, fast, I want more," I said. I was excited and wanted more. He keep spanking me and I felt a stirring in my dink that made me want more. When the finale slap came I moaned and started to shake. I laid on the bed almost unable to move. Jimmy got scared.

"Benjy, Benjy you alright?" he asked scared that he really hurt me. I slowly got up smiled and nodded. My ass was on fire and I loved the way it felt. I told him how it felt and he was opened mouthed. I was going to shut it but decided I wanted to do something else so I bent over and kissed him right on the lips. He looked shocked.

"What did you do THAT for, YUCK," he said. I felt sad. I enjoyed it. I wanted to do it more but he didn't.

"I don't know I saw them do that in the magazine," I replied.

"Yeah so did I but I don't want to do that," he said. I was upset but shrugged my shoulders any ways and didn't say anything.

"OK your turn," I said. He nodded and bent over the bed. I stood behind him lifted my hand REAL high and let it go. It made contact with a loud sound that rang out over the room.

"OUCHHHHH," he cried. I started spanking him but after a minute he made me stop. When he got up I saw that he had tears in his eyes. I felt REAL bad then.

"I'm sorry Jimmy I didn't mean to hurt you," I said with tears in my eyes. I was about to start crying when I felt something tug at my stomach I felt sorry I hurt him but that was only because he didn't like it. Other then that I didn't feel sorry at all. I couldn't tell him that so I didn't. We got dressed and played cars until it was time for him to leave. That night I had an amazing dream.

I dreamed I was on stage in a leather vest and leather briefs with thigh high leather boots. I was holding a whip and a boy of about 10 or 11 was on his hands and knees and I was whipping him while a crowed cheered and hollered for more. The boy was calling me MASTER. After I whipped the naked boy I got on my knees and pulled out a BIG DINK. It must have been 6 inches [15 cm] long. I waved it at the crowed and then with out any warning I shoved it ALL the way up the boy. He screamed and cried out but I kept going on and on till I got that feeling. I woke up sweating and with a hard on. For some reason I knew right then and there that I was going to be a master, I didn't know how and I didn't know when BUT I knew I was going to be.

The next day at school I was thinking about all of what happened over the weekend and decided I needed to find other boys who liked to get spanked and enjoyed how it felt even when it hurt. So I began my mission. I started by talking to a few friends about spankings and why they got them. A few said they got them when they were bad but a few told me privately that sometimes they did things bad just so they could get spanked. I thought about that and invited those friend over to my house.

When they got there I showed them the magazine and they enjoyed it. They couldn't believe that I had it and by the time they were finished looking at it we were all hard and wanting to play around. We started taking off our clothes. When I took off mine the other boys gasped.

"What? What is wrong?" I asked. The boys came over and looked at my dink.

"That is so BIG. You are as big as my brother Andy and he is 13," said Billy James. I was six years old and I had 4 inches [10 cm] of boy meat between my legs. Each boy took it in there hands and felt it. I couldn't believe how good that felt. The little girl Mary Beth down the street showed me her thing one day and I showed her mine. We touched each other but I didn't like touching hers and I didn't really like her touching mine but with these boys here I loved the way it felt. Something told me that I would always enjoy having boys play with me more then girls.

We went on and until they left we touched each other pricks (that is what Jamie told me his brother called his dink) and we spanked each other. After they left I decided I wanted to try something else so I got my shoe laces and tried making a whip. It didn't work very well so I had another idea. I remembered that Daniel had a fake whip in his closet and he didn't play with it any more so I went to see if I could have it. I knocked on his door and he answered it in his underwear, he was wet so I imagined he just got out of the shower.

"Hey Benjy what do you need?" he asked.

"My friends and I wanted to play Zorro but we don't have a whip. Do you still have the one that mama and daddy got for you?" I asked with an innocent face.

"Yeah, do you want it?" he asked. I nodded my head and he went and got it from his closet. He brought it over and handed it to me. "Just don't break anything ok?" he said. I smiled and nodded then headed to my room. When I got there I took off my shorts I put on and bent over. I raised the whip as high as I could from that angle and hit myself. It wasn't too good a hit but it made it's mark. I LOVED the feel it gave me, the way I shuddered and the stirring it caused in my prick.

The next day after school the same kids that I had over the day before came back. I told them I had something new to show them. When they got in my room we locked the door and stripped I then pulled out the whip. They ooo'd and ahhh'd for a few minutes then I gave it to Jake, I bent over and I had him whip me with it. He started and at first he didn't hit me hard enough but then after I encouraged him he started whipping me harder and harder I grunted and moaned to I had my orgasm. After I had recovered I took it and used it on all of them, they loved it and it was now a new game to us. I also noticed that their pricks were hard and standing up. I walked over to Jack got on my knees and played with him. He liked the way I was touching him and told me so. I grabbed the magazine and flipped to a page where a guy was sucking on another guys prick I showed it to the guys and asked them if they wanted to try at first they were reluctant but then decided it was OK.

I was first to go, I got on my knees in front of Jake and looked at his prick again. I slowly bent forward and licked it, and he moaned. I knew I must have been doing something right. I keep licking it then I took the head in my mouth. It was small and soon I had the whole thing in my mouth and I started to pull back and forward like the guy in the picture was doing. As I was doing that I raised my arms and started to softly pinch Jake's tits. He moaned and shoved his hips forward and grabbed my hair and held on, after a few minutes he moaned real loud and then shuddered. He held my head still till he recovered and then he lay on the bed. The other guys saw this and I took them one by one and did the same for them, then Jake did me, I LOVED it and I knew this is what I wanted for now on, my ass sore and me sucking or being sucked. After that day we added this to our game.

So over the next few months we whipped or paddled each other and sucked each other off. There were about four or five of us in all, and we had took turns doing each other, the thing is that I felt there was still something missing in my life, I wasn't sure but when I looked at the magazine I saw it and realized what it was. I wanted to try fucking and being fucked as well. So one day when we got together I presented it to the guys, at first they weren't sure but I told them about going on the computer and looking some stuff up about being able to get well prepared for it. I told them about a few stories I found and what should be done, as before I wanted them to do it but I wanted it done to me first. I didn't understand why I wanted this done to me first but I just felt if they were going to do it and I wanted them to then I should be the first so I was. We got the Vaseline and then started. I have Jake take his finger and get some and rub it all around my butt hole as he was doing so I got harder then I ever was before. I had him put it in slowly and start moving it around, as he was I wanted it deeper but he couldn't get it any deeper so I had to settle for how far that he could. After a few minutes I told him to put some on his prick then put it in me. He did so at first it wouldn't go in but after a minute of pushing and me finally relaxing it popped it. OH MY GOD! IT felt SO GOOD. I didn't want him to stop. He started pushing in and out and was getting in a steady rhythm and I begged for him to go faster.

"FASTER, HARDER I need more," I said. He started to really pound away and was starting to grunt and after just a few minutes he pushed in REAL HARD and held it there. I felt his little prick throb in me. He fell forward and laid on top of me for a few minutes then got up. I felt empty and wanted more. My friend Mike went next. I had him grease up two of his fingers and put them in me so he did. He went slow at first then after a few minutes I told him to add another one which he did. He keep pushing and pulling them in and out and I was enjoying it more and more. I had him put a fourth then I had him try his thumb at first it wouldn't go in but finally it popped in. He stopped because I grunted real loud and tighten my ass muscle around his hand. He started to pull and I grunted and told him what to do.

"Ball it in a fist and push more into me," so he did. He fist fucked me for a long time and I was enjoying it. While he did this I had Bobby get in front of me and I started sucking his prick, I had him hold my head and force his hips up and my prick deeper in my mouth.

"Yeah suck my dick more, more. I am going to fuck your mouth till I cum," he said I never heard these words before but they turned me on. Between the fisting and the sucking I came at the same time Bobby did. What I didn't know was that Jake was fucking Mike and Jamie was on his knees sucking Mike. We all came about the same time. When Mike slowly pulled his hands from my ass he saw shit and some blood on them, he started to freak and apologize and said he was sorry for hurting me. I didn't know what he was talking about till I turned around and saw it myself. At first I thought I was going to be sick then I remember reading that when someone got it done to them the first time there was usually some blood. I calmed Mike down and told him that, he felt better and stopped crying. We put on our clothes and Mike hid his hand till he got to the bathroom and washed it off. There were new things to do now.

After a few months I got to fist Jake, he loved it and wanted to do it as much as me and one time I even got to fuck all of them. At first it hurt them but after they got used to it, it didn't hurt anymore. They loved to have me fuck them then one day something changed and I wanted to be called something else. MASTER. So while we were playing and I had them on there hands and knees and was using the whip on them which I mastered all by my self practicing three or four hours a night I told them what I wanted.

"For now on when we are alone I am MASTER Benjy, GOT IT?" I said in a mean voice. They responded.

"YES SIR," they said. I kept whipping them until Jake got up got in front of me and sucked me down. He started sucking and I grabbed his hair and forced my hard dick down his throat. You see Bobby told us what his older brother called his prick and explained when we had the good feelings it was cumming. Any ways he started to gag and I started to fuck his mouth harder and harder after I minute I shuddered and came. After I pulled away Jake was wiping tears from his eyes and I apologized but instead of being mad he smiled.

"That is alright Benjy, I mean Master Benjy I wanted that. For some reason I enjoyed it and I want you to do it whenever I suck you," he said. I smiled and said OK. For about two years we did this. We would get more and more kinky fisting and fucking each other. I made two dildos out of plastic and had some one fuck me with one and someone else with the other while we sucked off a boy together. Then one day I wanted to try something.

"I want you to take both and try and fuck me with them," I told Jake. He looked at me and got scared I told him it was OK I just want to see if I can take it. I told him to start with one and then I will have him add the other one. I got on all fours on the floor and after he greased me up and the dildo he put one in me. He started to fuck me with it and then he started adding the second one. The dildos were only about 5 or 6 inches [12-15 cm] long and maybe half-an-inch to an inch [1-3 cm] around. At first it wouldn't go. I strained to open my ass hole more and when I was relaxed and open the second one went right in. It felt huge and I thought I would tear myself, but I didn't. He slowly started to pull them out and in. While he was doing this Bobby got in my face and I started sucking him off. Mike got behind him and fucked him and Jamie got behind Jake and fucked him. We were going at it heavy and hard. We all started cumming but this time I felt something different as I was coming. I felt something traveling up my dick and then out. I ground loud and shook like crazy and collapsed on the floor. I think I passed out and came too a few minutes later with Jake calling my name. He was crying and shaking, when he saw me open my eyes he smiled with relief and did something I wasn't expecting he kissed me on the lips. I loved it.

"What happened?" I asked

"You came then passed out," he said.

"What do you mean I came." I asked. He showed me the towel that was under me and the stain that I made. I couldn't believe it eight years old and I came for the first time. I LOVED IT.

After they left and I ate and showered I was in bed playing with myself and started pulling on my dick like I was showed by Bobby and started fingering myself, I felt the same feelings I did earlier and then I came.

"AAARRRGGG!" I moaned. I shot four or five times up to my neck and down to my hairless pubs. I was in heaven. I grabbed a towel cleaned myself up and fell asleep with a smile on my face.

The next morning I woke up and I had a lot on my mind. Over the last three years, me and my friends have done everything from spanking to whipping, sucking each other to tough fucking, fucking and fisting each other. I didn't know what it meant about what I wanted and I was scared. I needed someone to talk to but who. I didn't know, I couldn't go and talk to the preacher because he says these things are bad and we would go to hell, BUT how can it be bad if it felt SO good. I was turning nine in a few months and I needed to talk with some one so I decided my Dad. I went down stairs to the restaurant and found him cooking.

"Ummm Dad when you… um… Get umm… a minute I need to… um talk to you ok" I said with my head down.

"Ok son just give me a few minutes," he said. When he looked down he could see my head hanging down and what seemed like a sad expression on my face. "Joe take over cooking my son needs me," my Dad said. My Dad put his hand on my shoulder and led me up stairs. When we passed my mother she looked concerned and my Dad shook his head and said he would take care of it. He took me up stairs and we went into my room. He had me sit on the bed and he grabbed a chair and sat in front of me. "Ok son what is wrong? Are you in trouble? Did you break something?" he asked. I just shook my head and started crying. I didn't know why but I did. Dad took me in his arms. "Oh son what is it?' he asked with a concerned and worried face. I started to cry harder and tried to respond.

"I… (sob) want to (sob) tell you but (sob) you (sob) will hate me." I sobbed out. I cried and cried and my Dad head me. My brother Daniel came in and my Dad made him leave. When I calmed down he looked at me.

"Son I will NEVER and I mean NEVER hate you no matter what," he said giving me a smile. I smiled a weak smile and with tears running down my face I told him about the last three years. What me and my friends have been doing to each other and with each other. How much we enjoyed it and that we don't feel it is wrong even though the preacher says it is. The first thing my father said shocked me. "The preacher only preaches about the things that he wants and not what others need or feel son." I was shocked but glad my Dad didn't hate me.

"You don't hate me?" I asked tentatively. He looked at me and smiled.

"No son I don't. I don't understand why you like it and I am worried you may be hurt but as long as you are careful and don't hurt yourself I can't hate you. I need to know something, even though you are only eight turning nine in a few months are you sure this is how you feel. You haven't even reached puberty yet." When he said this my head shot up and I giggled. He asked what is so funny.

"Well if puberty involves shooting a white sticky fluid out of your thing then I think I already made it." When I said that my Dad was surprised.

"YOU DO. ALREADY?" he asked in shook.

"Yes Daddy, and Bobby says I am as big as his brother. I think I am like 5 inches [12½ cm] now," I replied I was hard talking about all of this so I stood up and dropped my pants. My dads eyes bugged out. I pulled them back up and waited for him to get a grip.

"OK son I believe you. WOW you are big for your age. Well I guess I need to talk to you now then," and with that he told me the birds and the bees. I was listening but when he finished I told him how I felt.

"Well um Dad… um… I don't think… um you have to worry about that," I said

"Oh really and why is that?' he asked.

"Well a few years ago right before me and Bobby, Jake, Jamie and Mike started messing around I let a girl touch mine and I touched hers and nothing happened. BUT when I let the other boys touch me I got hard. I am pretty sure I won't be with a girl. You don't hate me do you?" I asked starting to cry again. My Dad took me in his arms.

"No son I don't, if you are starting to ejaculate now then I am pretty sure you now how you feel. Are you sure 100% sure that you are gay?" Dad asked. I nodded my head. While he gave me the birds and the bees speech he told me about gay, bi and straight sexualities. "OK son should I tell the family or do you want to?" he asked. I didn't think I would have to tell them but he told me it would be a good idea. What I didn't know is that Daniel already told my parents about him and Billy Bob, and that he was gay too so it wouldn't be much of a shock except about my age.

After the restaurant closed and we cleaned up we were having dinner and Dad told them I have something to tell them. "Go ahead son," Dad said smiling at me.

"Um… well as you all know… um today me and Dad had a LONG talk in my room," I started out. They all nodded there heads. "Well I told him what me and a few of my friend have been doing and what I felt about it. We talked and I have already started puberty." When I said that my mom about fainted and my brothers and sister were shocked.

"Yes he has, he has started ejaculating and he is VERY big, he pulled down his pants and showed me and I about passed out," he laughed and so did the other but I was red with embarrassment and so was my mom from hearing this.

"Well the thing is… is that um… I feel… um NO I KNOW… um that I am… um… Gay" I looked at everyone when I finished and they sat there looking shocked and surprised but I think my mom took it the hardest. She started crying and my Dad took her in his arms.

"It's alright honey he is still our son," my Dad said.

"I know but he is so young," she said crying.

"I know but there is more." When he said that she looked at him in puzzlement then turned to me. I was quiet for a minute then started.

"Well I found out I liked something… actually me and my friends found out that we like something. We like S&M." My mom about died right there I think. Everyone was quiet then Daniel got up and came around and gave me a hug and said the most surprising thing I would ever hear.

"Welcome to the family little bro," he said smiling I looked puzzled. "Well I am not into S&M not really, I like light spanking but I am gay as well," he said that and we smiled at each other after the surprise wore off of me. We hugged. After a few minutes the rest of them hugged me and mom said she loved me no matter what. That was one of the best days of my life.

Later that evening I showed my Dad the magazine I had found and what got me into S&M and bondage. Me and my friends discovered tying each other up a few months ago. I showed my Dad some of the stuff that I wanted to order and he said he would think about it. I was hoping that I would get some of the stuff shortly because my birthday was coming up and I wanted to have it for that.

Me and my friends continued playing our game. I showed them some stuff from the computer my Dad found and how we could do more and protect ourselves all at once. They couldn't believe I told my Dad and they were afraid that my Dad would tell there but my Dad put there minds at rest by telling them that he was not going to tell our parents as long as we didn't get hurt. He sat down with us and told us, well really them, about what S&M and bondage was and what could happen if we were not careful about what we did. He explained about being gay and if they were what that meant. A few of the boys weren't sure if they were gay but they said they enjoyed what we did. My Dad said that was fine and that if they decided that they were he would help them. Three said there weren't sure but Jake said he was pretty sure he was but didn't want to tell his parents yet. My Dad said fine and when he was ready to let him know. After that he left and we got on with our game.

A few days later I told my Dad that I would like to try and get a cabinet to put my new toys in when and if I got them and so I could already put the ones I have in there. Like with the stuff I wanted he said he would think about it. I was a little upset but agreed, and went to my room and laid down. That night I had another dream.

I was on stage again but this time I was bald and I was still in the leather britches, vest and thigh high leather boots. The boy that was on stage this time was about 5'9" [1.75 m] with brown hair and brown eyes. He had a Puerto Rican complection and was tied on a wheel. I drew the whip back and let it fly across his back. He screamed and whimpered but asked for more.

"Master PLEASE," he begged. So I obliged him and flung the whip at him and hit him again and again. Small red lines appeared and blood dripped a little from each line. After a minute I stopped and brought my finger nails down his back hard and VERY deep drawing blood. I untied him and he dropped to the floor. While laying there I got on top of him and rammed the big cock I had up into him. He screamed but didn't try to pull away. I pounded and pounded till I felt the juices starting to boil up and then with one finally plunge I felt it. I pulled my cock out of him and let it spew all over his back. I awoke with a start and felt something sticky in my underwear. I pulled the sheets back and noticed a wet spot on my underpants. I pulled them up and looked down I had cum in them, I finally had my first wet dream.

The next day after I awoke I thought of the dream I knew my parents wouldn't let me shave my head but something told me it would happen. Shortly My Dad passed me and held up two fingers and smiled. I didn't understand what it meant till I realized it meant that in two weeks is my birthday I was excited. I went out and played with my friends till lunch. While we were out playing I saw the Reverend out walking. He saw me and smiled and waved I waved back and kept on going. I didn't like him but didn't say much about it to anyone. I knew how my Dad felt and I knew how I felt. I didn't like the way the Reverend made me feel or my family I think that is why my Dad stopped going to church.

I went to the Tasty Buns for lunch. When I walked in they were busy so I walked behind the counter got a pad and wrote down my order. I wasn't and still am not tall enough to look over the counter so I got on my tip toes and placed it up there. I could tell it was still there because the edge of the paper was hanging over and then saw it pulled away. I smiled knowing my Dad got it. I heard him laugh and call me in the kitchen. When I got there he was bent over laughing and I was giggling.

"Oh you bad boy" he laughed. He pulled out a hot dog and put it on the grill. What I wrote on the pad was : BIG DOG WITH BONDS. He knew that meant mustard and ketchup that is what made him laugh. While he was cooking we talked. "So Benjy what do you want for your birthday?" he asked. I smiled at him and he shook his head. "That my boy may not be something I can get you and you show in front of some of your friends you know that." I nodded then told him what else I wouldn't mind getting.

"Well there are some comics I want, and a movie I saw I wanted. And a few books too," he smiled back nodded and said OK he will see what he can do about it. What I didn't know is that him and my mother were already shopping for some stuff for me.

The next two weeks seem to take for ever then on July 14, 1998 I became 9 years old. My actual birthday fell on a Tuesday so me and my family decided to have a small private party at the house that evening then a big one with all of my friends the following Saturday. Dad closed the restaurant at 8 and by 8:30 we were set up for the party. We had meatloaf, mashed potatoes, corn and biscuits. I LOVED it. After we ate they brought out a birthday cake I feel in love because of what they had on it. They had a boy in leather on all fours with another boy behind him holding a whip. I started to cry because my family loved me for me and they accepted me for me. We had cake and ice cream then the presents started. Daniel went first.

"I didn't know what else to get you so I got you this," he said putting a package in front of me. I opened it and my eyes gleamed. It was a cat of nine tails. The real thing I was in heaven with it. My sister was next. She put her package in front of me and when I opened it I thought I would fall over, it was handcuffs and a paddle. I was embarrassed a little because when I saw them I got hard and I knew what I wanted to do with them. I think I got embarrassed because I smiled and as my brother said had an evil gleam in my eye, they laughed at it. Aaron went next, his package was a cock ring and a ball restraint. I played with them and fondled them and enjoyed the way they felt in my hands. My parents were next.

"Well son what me and your mom got is up in your room go and take a look," Dad said. I tore from the table and headed up stairs when I opened my door I screamed with delight. Sitting there next to my night table was a cabinet with it's doors open. It was wood with a light brown finish to it. There were hooks and drawers for other stuff to be put into. I also noticed that it had bigger drawers at the bottom I don't know why but something made me open them. When I looked inside I about died, sitting there were custom made britches, something caught my eye and when I looked up there hanging on the door of was a leather vest. I about cried what I had dreamed about, the clothes were all there except for the thigh high boots.

"Son the boots are in the lower drawer," Dad said. I opened the drawer and saw thigh high boots, I pulled them out and looked at them. They were extremely beautiful and made of a good quality leather. I started crying. I dropped the boot and sat on my bed. My Dad and mom came and sat next to me.

"Son what is wrong?" my mom asked. I tried to speak but nothing came out. I hugged her and just cried. When I calmed down I told them.

"I am just happy. I didn't think you would understand and allow me to have these things that I so desperately wanted, but you do understand and you see I can't change. I… I LOVE YOU." I said starting to bawl again. My mom and Dad held me and let me cry myself out.

"Come on son try on your clothes and come down stairs and let us see how you look in them," my Dad said I nodded my head and they got up and left me alone to get dressed in my new clothes.

I took off my shoes and socks, first. I then stood up and dropped my pants and took my shirt off. I went over to my dresser and pulled out some black socks. I put them on then dropped my under pants. Something told me I couldn't wear underpants with the leather britches. I pulled them on and as I felt them come up my legs and finally pulled them on and I felt strange in my groin. My dick started to get hard with the feeling of leather pressed against it. I walked over to the cabinet and pulled down the vest. I put my arms through the arm holes and pulled it over my shoulder. As it touched my chest my nipples hardened and I felt light-headed. I pulled on the boots and looked at myself in the mirror. I felt different as if this wasn't me, I felt that it was someone else someone with power: a MASTER.

And so that night in my bedroom Master Benjy was born. I walked to my door opened it and walked out into the hall. I headed down stairs to show my family. When I walked into the living room there they were waiting on me as if someone important walked in. They stared in disbelief.

"It is as if you are someone new. Someone different, not our Benjy," my Mom said. She was smiling and happy to see who I really was, as were my brothers, sister and father.

"I am Master Benjy. The master of slaves in Peckertown." I said. It was as if my voice changed and echoed off of the walls. My family nodded their heads and that was the night I was born.

The next Saturday was my birthday party and all my friends were there. We had a good time playing games and enjoying ourselves, what no one but Jake knew was that instead of underwear I was wearing my leather britches. He saw them the next day after I got them. When he came over I showed him all the things I got and he loved them. As time passed I wore the britches all the time. Except at night when I sleep I may have put on shorts after I bathed but when I crawled into bed I was naked.

School started and things were going well for me. I practiced using the whips and paddles on Jake, he wanted me too. He would call me master and acted as a perfect slave. He loved pain and I enjoyed giving it too him, but I still enjoyed having a few things done to me as well. After reading all of the books that I got for Christmas and the books I could find and my parents bought about S&M and slavery I taught him how to be a perfect slave and we taught each other about being lovers.

By March there was a rumor that things were going to change in Arkansas about laws changing and age of consent being brought down and such. Some people didn't know what to do, but the Reverend said he would make sure that it never happened and if it did him and his followers would leave. Come the middle of April it happened. The law came into effect and the Reverend left and took his followers with him, the only sad thing is, is that Jake had to go. He tried telling his parents he wanted to stay but they refused telling him it was a no good state now. He even told them that he was gay and me and him were lovers. They slapped him and made him go saying that they would drive the evil out of him. I saw them pack up and leave, while they were driving away Jake hollered out that he loved me before he was yanked back in the window.

After that I changed everything about me, the first thing I did was get all of my hair shaved off and then had them run a razor over my head to get off the stubble. At first my parents weren't sure but decided to let me be. I also decided unless at dinner with my parents or otherwise asked I would wear leather from then on. I asked Dad to order more pants and britches and vests and boots for my wardrobe. We noticed that boys and men were coming in town and were trying to make a living. I saw one boy of about twelve standing out on the street one day and decided to go talk to him…

"Hi," I said walking up to him. He looked frightened and scared.

"Ummm hi," he replied kindly. I smiled.

"My name is Benjy what is yours?" I asked

"Sam," he replied We chatted for a few minutes and he told me how he ran away when the law changed because he was gay and his parents didn't want gays around. I felt sorry for him. He asked me why I was dressed that way and I told him my story. When I finished I noticed he had a hard on and I asked why.

"I don't know I think I liked that."

I smiled when he said that. We were next to a pet store so I told him to hold on and I would be right back. I went in got a dog collar and a leash. I knew from my reading what size I would need. When I walked back out he was waiting for me. I smiled walked up to him and showed him the dog collar, when he saw it he smiled got on his hands and knees and allowed me to put it on him. He was my first slave.

"I am your master, my name is Master Benjy," I said in a mono tone. He nodded his head. "You are my slave, if at anytime you feel that things are getting out of hand your stop word is 'flower', your slow word is 'daisy', repeat it" I demanded.

"My master is Master Benjy, my stop word is 'flower', my slow word is 'daisy;," he said

"Again," I said.

"My master is Master Benjy and my stop word is 'flower', my slow word is 'daisy'," he said.

"Good stand up and follow me," I said. I took the leash in my hand and led him home. When I walked through the doors of the Tasty Buns everyone stopped and stared. I think they were surprised to see me like that but was more surprised to see me have someone follow me on a leash. My father saw me and smiled and nodded towards a booth. After a few minutes he came up to us.

"So who is your slave Benjy?" my father asked.

"Dad this is slave Sam. He is new in town and when we talked he liked my story I told him of how I became what I am today. He wants to be a slave." I said that simply and honestly. My father nodded and turned to him.

"Is this true Sam?" my father asked. Sam looked at me and I nodded my head for him to answer.

"Yes sir," he replied before he could do anything I slapped his hand.

"Never look into any ones eyes unless you are ordered to do so. Do I make myself clear?" I asked.

"Yes Master Benjy, sorry Master Benjy," he replied. My father looked at me for a minute.

"Did you give him a stop word and a slow word?' he asked.

"Yes Dad I did."

"Is that true Sam?" he asked.

This time Sam did not look up when he replied.

"Yes sir."

"What is your stop word and what is your slow word?" my Dad asked.

Sam looked at me and I nodded my head.

"My stop word is 'flower', my slow word is 'daisy'," he said,

"Good, very good" With that my Dad went away. I ordered something to eat and had my slave eat as well. Afterwards we went up to my room. Lets say what we did up there you can find at the shows now. That evening when my Dad came in to check on me he found me sound asleep with Sam at the bottom of my bed under a warm comforter, with a smile on his face. My Dad told me all of this the next morning.

About a month later when more and more boys and men were showing up I noticed some of the boys with bruises. I ordered Sam to go and find out what is going on. He came back with his report. Apparently some of the boys liked S&M and some of the men enjoyed it as well, but got carried away. I thought this over one night and then decided to talk with my father about it.

So later that evening in my living room with my slave present I talked with my Dad about a place where slaves can live and work from and be safe. With all of the new toys and books I got for Christmas I became a true master in all things that involved S&M. So I decided I wanted a place to help others.

"Dad I have an idea," I started out. He nodded his head and I continued. "Well you know that we have new people coming in and that some of the boys like it rough and are into S&M and that some of there customers are getting out of hand right?" I asked.

"Yes," he replied.

"Well for a while I have been having dreams of me being on stage and doing what I do in front of a lot of people. I have boys all around me and I train all of them. I was thinking you know the old building on Main Street. The three story one." He nodded. "Well I was thinking if you would let me turn it into a club, an S&M club. That way the boys are safe and can do what they like. If a customer wants them we can control what happens there. We can help them be safe if they want. All we have to do is have them give there loyalty to me, I mean us, and we can help them save money. We can feed them and clothe them and we can put their money in a bank that way they know where it is." I was pleading with my eyes as I was talking to my Dad.

"Hmmm, well, let me think about it and talk with your mother," was all he said. I thanked him and got up and headed upstairs. Sam went over and looked out the window and I went and got something to drink, when I got there he was still looking out the window. He looked peaceful but I could tell there was something missing.

"What is it Sam? I can tell there is something on your mind. Please tell me what it is," I said. I could have ordered him to tell me but I wanted him to be a free slave in a way and talk openly when he needed to.

"Well you see," he paused looking down at the floor. I walked over to him and made him look me in the eyes. "I love being a slave Master Benjy but I would like to try and be a Master if I could. Please teach me?" he asked. I considered it for a minute then responded.

"Sam for the last few weeks you have been the best slave there is. They say a good and great master is always a good slave. If that is what you desire then so be it. I will help you become a master." I said. He smiled at me and nodded his head. I knew he wanted to give me a hug and I looked and smiled at him, I held open my arms. He came to them and I enveloped him in my arms safely and protectively. I was going to be a teacher. What I didn't know is that my father was outside my bedroom looking in. He told me later that I made him the proudest father in the world. So on that day Sam began his lessons to become Master Sam of Peckertown, Arkansas.

A few days later my father came to me.

"Son I have talked it over with your mother and we have decided it was a good idea. There is an old warehouse behind the old Holiday Inn we had to close down. Why don't we make that a place for them to live and we will open the old building as a club, for you. It will be your club, we will help run it if we need to and if things go wrong but in general you are in charge." He said that smiling at me. So that is what we did. It took about two to three weeks to get both places ready. By then I had Sam ready. He learned fast but then again he was already training before hand. He told me the truth that him and some of his friends have done stuff before and that he has read a lot of books that he learned stuff form. I finished his training about the time that the Club and the Slave Barracks opened. I had about 20- 30 boys at first that were involved or wanted to be involved in being slaves and more were coming all the time.

Me and Sam helped them. All we asked is that they obey and listen to us and follow our rules other then that we wanted nothing more from them, except to do a good job and make us proud. And they did.

***

"You came along shortly afterwards and I took you as my new personal slave Roger. I saw something else, I saw you wanted to protect me and from there we ended up here together, as master and slave, protectee and protector, and most importantly lovers. I Love you Roger." I said with tears running down my face.

Roger leaned over and kissed me long and passionately. Yes I like it rough but even I love a little romance and even I want to be made love too and not just fuck all the time. Me and Roger sat there kissing. When he stopped he looked at me and smiled, for the first time in ages I smiled back shyly. He took my hand and lead me up stairs. We made love that warm afternoon, we were happy and we knew we wanted to be together forever and we knew we would.

You may ask why does someone like me need a bodyguard when almost everyone in town fears me. Simple because some people fear me they may hurt me as well. Besides I am worth a lot of money so I must be protected. If you ever get a chance to come to sunny Peckertown, stop by my club and see the real me, see the reason why everyone in town fears MASTER Benjy.

Dear Marc:

I know we've only met a couple of time during my frequent trips to Peckertown but I just have to tell you how much I love the new club Jorgenson Enterprises just opened. When I first entered The Dancing Boys Club I was impressed. It reminded me of the New York City depression era dance clubs my father told me about. Though he talked about a dime a dance, not ten dollars, inflation.

It was a Thursday night and there were at least twenty boys of all ages and sizes lining the walls waiting for a customer to hand him a ticket for a dance. After surveying the boys I picked Rommy for my first dance. He stuck the ticket in his garter as I admired the sixteen-year-old's smooth body, firm abs and legs to die for. What was hidden by the mid-thigh length loincloth that all the boys wear didn't even matter, almost. We danced a couple of slow dances and I gave him an extra ticket as a tip. He's definitely one of the best dancers I've been with in a long time.

Then it was time for the floor show. All the customers in our tented pants took chairs lining the wall. When the lights came back up twenty-five boys in their g-strings were in five rows of five.

They started with the Electric Slide, went into three other numbers which let individual boys showcase their talents and then they formed a circle and the Macarena started playing.

I know it's a simple dance but your choreographer had them in perfect unison despite the fact they really couldn't cue of anybody else. But then there was the boy in front of me. Needless to say he was gorgeous. Just thirteen, completely shaved except for hair like your Lion's but with natural white streaks down each side.

After a little while I blocked out the rest of the boys and focused on him. At the right points he thrust and ground his hips like he was dancing the Time Warp and not the Macarena. As the pace quickened his sweat coated skin reflected the multi-colored spots. As the sweat poured down his g-string became transparent and I saw his five-inch uncut cock and knew I had to have him.

When the music stop I waved him over and lifted his exhausted body onto my lap.

"You were wonderful," I said.

"Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed our performance."

"There were other boys dancing?"

I swear he blushed as he giggled. He kissed my lips as I tipped him two tickets.

"I've got to go," he said.

"Can we get together after you're finished here? I'd like to spend some time with you."

"It will cost," he said.

"No problem. How soon will you be free and where should I wait for you?"

"That was my last show for the night so I just have to check if they need me to keep working or if I can go. Wait here for me."

"For however long it takes, but what's your name?"

He got off my lap, gyrated his hips, thrust his pelvis almost into my hands. "Elvis of course," he laughed and scampered away.

Twenty minutes later he was back, freshly showered and wearing a torn off t-shirt that barely covered his breasts, running shorts and moccasins. He took my hand and after a quick stop at The Big Lick for large double-chocolate cones we walked back to my room at the In-Boy Inn.

I had him wait till I stripped then I slowly undressed him, lay him on the king sized bed and gently blew him. I've always loved young, white, uncut cock and Elvis' was a fantastic looking and tasting and working example. He was hard before I swallowed him and his precum quickly lubricated my throat and I was deep throating his pulsating organ quickly. He pulled back right before he shot so I could taste this sweetness.

I rolled over on my back and stroked his chest. He gently stroked me to erection and then stood walked to his backpack and pulled out a cassette player. Elvis turned it on, jumped back on the bed and stood over me.

The Macarena started playing and he started dancing. It started with a slow tempo and I enjoyed the scenery as he rotated around. I knew my nine inches [23 cm] would be penetrating those silky buns at least once that night. When the music picked up he stopped rotating but increased the depth of his knee bends and gyrations.

The music slowed and he spread his ass cheeks and lowered himself onto my erect pole. I gasped as I gently slipped inside his tight canal. I didn't expect it but he was quickly sitting on my groin.

"Oh shit, you're so fucking hot."

"You're cock is so big, I've never had one this big before. It feels so good up my boy pussy."

"I've never had a boy here who is as tight as you take me that quickly."

I thrust my pulsing cock up into him as he moved down. His boy cock was hard as a rock and leaking onto my stomach as he bounced up and down. My rod rubbing against his prostate was getting both of us harder and more excited.

Suddenly Elvis arched his back and shot his second load of the night and when his seed hit my chest and I filled his ass with shot after long shot of my sperm.

As for the rest of the night, it was great and I promised Elvis I'd see him on my next trip.

As always thanks for everything,

Your Friend, Kordell

Author's Note:
There is a bit of confusion as to who the other members of the band are and how they relate to each other. So, for the record, they are: Brent, Travis, and Connor. Brent and Travis are lovers, Brent's Aunt approving. Travis's Mother disowned him. Brent and Travis live together with Brent's Aunt Tillie. Connor and his Dad live together and they play together, having confessed their passion for each other. On occasion, Connor plays baby for his father, satisfying a need for each other to do this. Nothing wrong with it, folks.

Jeff woke first, the light of the new day coming in through the window into the room. He opened his eyes and stretched, being careful not to wake Yoshi. He observed Yoshi's face for a few minutes, and then Jeff carefully slid out from under his lover's arm. He slipped out of bed quietly and went into the bathroom. Coming back out he saw Yoshi was still sleeping. Jeff pulled on his shorts and went downstairs spotting Dustin, the newest member of the merry band that comprised Powersound, starting his morning stretches in the backyard. Dustin nodded to Jeff as Jeff walked outside. The cool morning air felt good on Jeff's bare skin, making his nipples stand out.

"Hubby still in bed?" Dustin asked while the 14-year-old Vietnamese teen stretched some more.

"Not any more," a voice said behind them. Jeff turned to see Yoshi standing there, grinning at them.

"Morning honey," Jeff grinned. Jeff stood up and they embraced, kissing each other good morning.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Dustin asked.

Yoshi thought as he went through his workout, Jeff spotting for him when needed. "Not sure yet. I need to sit down and take a look at things, see what we need to do. Things have been going rather well of late, and spring is just around the corner. It's been a rough winter for everybody here."

"Huh, no shit. First we get the Davis business and Scott freaking out, then those whacko twin bikers nearly tearing up the Big Lick. It's a wonder that Big Sol and the Olsen brothers got out of that one in one piece," Jeff stated.

"That was bad indeed. I don't know anything about the Davis thing," Dustin stated as he did some arm curls.

Yoshi and Jeff told the story, leaving nothing out. Dustin's face changed a few times between anger and sorrow.

"Damn that sucks. Boys come here to get away from abusive people only to have it follow then here," Dustin sighed, thinking of his own past.

Yoshi and Jeff had found Dustin rummaging through their trash one night and brought him into the house. Over the course of a few days, Dustin told them of his past, how his father sold him to a whorehouse in Florida when he was three. Escaping at thirteen when the cops crashed the place and arrested the owner. He had run, wanting to leave it far behind. It didn't take long for Dustin to fit in with the band, especially once they discovered his talent for high tech stuff. He became the official sound tech for the band and as a result the Powersound band got even better. Dustin wasn't the only one who moved into the house. Brent and Travis moved in after Brent's Aunt Tillie had died unexpectedly months ago. His Aunt left the house to her son who sold it out from under his Brent forcing the boyfriends to move out. Travis's Mom left the state after Travis came out. Connor and his Dad moved in about six months ago after Nelson lost his job. The house was crowded now, and privacy was starting to become an issue. Jeff and Yoshi were beginning to feel imposed on. Yoshi made a decision right then. After breakfast, he called Daniel.

"Daniel Jorgenson," the voice said.

"Hey Daniel, it's Yoshi. Needed to ask you a question," Yoshi said.

"Sure, ask away. Hope I can help," Daniel said.

"Jeff and I need to get away for a few days. Know of anyone who rents out cabins up the lake a ways?" Yoshi asked. Daniel scratched his chin for a moment. "Call Kenny Anderson. He'd know," Daniel advised Yoshi.

"Dude, thanks for the tip," Yoshi grinned.

"For a friend anytime," Daniel laughed. Yoshi dialed Kenny's number and waited. Kenny picked up after the third ring.

"Kenny Anderson," he said.

"Kenny, this is Yoshi Toranaga calling. Daniel Jorgenson told me you're the man to call about renting a cabin for a week," Yoshi said.

"He did? Well, I owe him one then. Sure I can book you in for a week. You and Jeff need to get away?" he asked.

"Yeah, the sooner the better," Yoshi said.

"Done deal. Just go to the marina at the lake and everything will be ready for you," Kenny stated.

"Cool, let me talk to Jeff first, then I'll call back to confirm," Yoshi said.

"Go for it," Kenny said and hung up. Jeff knocked on the bedroom door at that moment. Yoshi looked up and motioned Jeff in and to close the door behind him.

"We need to talk honey," Yoshi said.

"Everything okay?" Jeff asked, suddenly nervous.

"Yes. I want to take you away from here for a week to a cabin up north on the lake. We need some private time between us, and it's been missing here for some time. Don't get me wrong, I like having the others here, but it's cut into our time together. I'd like to know if you want to get away with me for a week. It would do us good," Yoshi explained.

Jeff sat on the edge of the bed for a few minutes, thinking about what Yoshi had said. Yoshi had made sense about things.

"Let's do it," Jeff agreed. Yoshi reached for the phone and made the arrangements. Going downstairs, he called for a conference around the table.

"Guys, me and Jeff are going away for a week to be together. We need some time to ourselves, and you guys need to know that you haven't done anything wrong at all. Jeff and I just want to have some time to ourselves," Yoshi announced.

"Good, you two need it," Nelson stated. "Don't worry about a thing."

"Thanks a lot for being understanding," Jeff grinned.

Three days later on a sunny Sunday afternoon they arrived at the marina. A blond haired boy named Robert checked them in.

"Kenny says everything is on him. So go and enjoy your week together," he said.

"I'll have to thank him later," Yoshi smiled.

Robert helped them carry their luggage down to the boat and secure them. Yoshi and Jeff got in and Robert untied the boat after Jeff started the engine. He followed the map as they sailed up the lake. Jeff drove slow, wanting to take his time and enjoy the scenery. Yoshi sighed as he sat close to Jeff. This was what they really needed. He briefly wondered why they bothered to pack clothes, since he planned on going starkers the whole week. No biggie, he decided. He put his arm around Jeff and gently hugged him.

"Beginning to look like paradise to me love," he said. Jeff grinned, seeing the shining light in Yoshi's eyes. "I'll agree with that." They quickly kissed and turned their attention back to where they were going. It took them about 45 minutes to reach the cabin. Robert had been right. It was completely isolated, looked very private. Jeff pulled the boat up to the dock and Yoshi tied it up there. They carried the luggage up to the cabin and went inside. It was a two-room affair, the bedroom in one area and the rest of the cabin in another. It looked pretty bare, no television or any of the fancy stuff they had at home. The furniture looked very comfy, the colors all earth tones. No cabin was complete with out a deer head mounted on a wall, and there was one above the fireplace. Yoshi and Jeff dropped the luggage into the bedroom and checked out the bed. It was a king size, bigger than the full one they had at home. It was much more comfortable than theirs. Jeff rolled over, facing Yoshi. They looked deep into the other's eyes, holding hands. Jeff leaned forward and kissed Yoshi, his kiss awakening passions deep inside Yoshi.

"Oh baby, you know that's good," Yoshi said. Jeff sighed as he kissed Yoshi some more. They lay there together for a bit, holding hands. Yoshi ran his fingers through Jeff's long hair, brushing it back from his face.

"Have I told you lately how much I love you?" Yoshi whispered.

"Every single day honey," Jeff whispered back. They giggled together and then sat up. They unpacked clothes into drawers and left the bedroom. Jeff went into the kitchen as Yoshi took a seat on a barstool and watched Jeff look through the refrigerator and cupboards.

"Yup, plenty of food to live on for the week," Jeff reported.

"That's good, considering the fact that there's hardly anything in the refrigerator at home," Yoshi cracked. Jeff laughed aloud at that one. "That's so true I won't even go there!" Yoshi grinned as he checked his watch. It was getting close to dark, so he turned to the fireplace and worked at building a fire while Jeff prepared a simple dinner. They sat on the couch in front of the fire and ate there, each lost in thought. Putting the dishes aside, they snuggled up together on the couch and gazed into each other's eyes.

"Love you," Jeff said. Yoshi smiled at that simple announcement. But it was more than that, it was a declaration of Jeff's feelings towards him, and he was moved by it.

"Love you," Yoshi kissed Jeff. Yoshi began stripping Jeff naked, eagerly wanting to explore his hubby's body. Jeff had filled out even more, thanks to the hard workouts he did with Yoshi everyday. His body responded well, new muscle growing in places he'd never thought of. Jeff managed to undress Yoshi at the same time, exposing the smooth muscular body of his mate. Yoshi began exploring Jeff's body, touching and caressing him, feeling and tracing the curves of his muscles. Jeff gasped out loud, feeling Yoshi's mouth on his neck, sending waves of pleasure crashing through him.

"Oh baby!" he cried out in passion. The played softly WBOY on the radio in the background as the two teens made love to each other in front of the fire. They rolled off the couch and onto the floor, Yoshi landing on his back and Jeff on top of him. Jeff didn't hesitate. He lifted Yoshi's legs and rested them on his shoulders while his cock probed the entry to Yoshi's gate. Yoshi sighed as he felt Jeff's six inches sliding inside of him. It had been awhile, unless they counted that quickie in the studio recording console room. Jeff pushed himself all the way in Yoshi, and then relaxed for a moment to let Yoshi adjust to his cock being inside him.

"Jeff…make love to me honey," Yoshi moaned. Jeff did, beginning to fuck his mate. Both teens were in the throes of passion, going to another place to enjoy the pleasures both were feeling. Yoshi felt Jeff's cock moving inside of him, and he wept, his emotions so out of control. Jeff's tears rolled down his face, his own emotions taking him over the top. He didn't know why he cried when he made love to Yoshi, but he knew it was because he loved Yoshi so much. This was love, the kind of love meant to be shared and experienced. Both never for one minute regretted marrying each other, it just served to reinforce the love they felt for each other. Jeff continued on, wanting to cum inside Yoshi, wanting to bond with him again. He could feel Yoshi opening Getsumi no Michi, the Moonlit Path, and felt himself drawn to it. Suddenly he could feel what Yoshi was feeling. It carried him upward even more. He felt their heartbeats match each others could feel his emotions. It got too much and Suddenly Jeff was cumming.

"I'm cumming!" Jeff cried out. Yoshi moaned out loud. "Oh baby, cum in me, I need you there!" Jeff fucked harder and faster, feeling his cum travel through his hard cock and into Yoshi. Both teens writhed together on the floor, feeling the heat of passion consume them. Jeff raised his head back and screamed out in passion as he felt his ejaculation pass through his cock. He gasped for breath once he was done. Yoshi took him into his arms and held his sweaty body close to his. They kissed again, tongues chasing the others in mouths.

"Oh baby, that was the absolute best!" he kissed Jeff. Jeff just sighed and snuggled down into Yoshi's arms, his sweat soaked hair under Yoshi's chin. His fingers tickled Yoshi's nipples for a moment before he drifted off to sleep. Yoshi lay there for a time, holding his sleeping partner in his arms. He carefully laid Jeff on the floor, and then went to the bedroom to open the bed and get a towel to clean Jeff off with. He laid Jeff into bed, and then got in with him.

"Good night, my love," Yoshi kissed Jeff on the cheek. Settling down next to him, his thoughts drifted towards the future. No matter what happened, he fully intended to always be there for Jeff. He couldn't imagine life without him. He smiled and closed his eyes and went to sleep.

Back at the house, the guys were relaxing in front of the TV, watching the Sunday night movie. Brent and Travis were as usual curled up together on one couch while Dustin sat at the dining room table working on an effects box for Jeff's bass. Connor and his Dad were on the other couch, Connor lying across his father's lap. Everyone by now was totally comfortable with each other, but there was a reluctance to start intimacies. Sure they could go to their own rooms, but that wasn't the problem. The problem was that everyone wanted to be able to get intimate with his partner on the couch. It was becoming a problem and tempers flared every now and then. Connor and his Dad weren't able to do what they normally did, and that was a father-son scene. Travis and Brent didn't really feel comfortable seeing Connor running around in diapers and Nelson changing him and treating him like a little baby. Unknown to Connor and Nelson, Dustin was entertaining fantasies about Nelson babying him. Having grown up in a boy whorehouse, he had been deprived of a childhood. He also wanted to have a lover too. He managed to hide his feelings well at times. However Connor had guessed what was bothering Dustin. He decided to talk to his father first chance he got. He also knew that Brent and Travis were bothered by what he did with Dad. Brent and Travis kept their feelings to themselves and never came out and said anything. The tension in the room was getting to the breaking point, and nobody knew when they all would snap. The crunch came two days later. Brent found one of Connor's diapers on the living room couch. He stormed upstairs to Connor and his Dad's room.

"Keep your shit to yourself here in this room!" Brent yelled, tossing the diaper at a surprised Connor and Nelson. Connor jumped off the bed and charged Brent, his anger white hot. Both boys tussled on the floor, rolling over each other a few times before Dustin and Nelson separated them.

"Guys, cool down!" Dustin yelled.

"I'll kick your ass, Brent. I swear I will!" Connor snarled.

"Fuck you," Connor snapped.

"What's the matter, Travis not good enough for you?" Connor taunted.

"Connor, that's enough!" Nelson yelled. "Back into the room! Brent, go downstairs, I'll talk to you in a minute!" Brent looked daggers at both of them while Dustin escorted him downstairs. Nelson closed the door and then father and son had a loud argument, ending with Nelson giving Connor a spanking. He went down stairs to confront Brent. Sitting in the kitchen with a cup of coffee, he studied an angry teenager for a moment.

"Brent, I am sorry that Connor attacked you like that. He will apologize to you later after he's cooled down. I wish you had come to us and talked to us. I didn't know it bothered you that much. I'm sorry for not considering how you felt about us doing a baby scene. Can you tell me why it bothers you?" Nelson asked.

Brent sighed and thought for a few minutes. "When I was young and still had my parents, I would wet the bed at night. I know now that I was reacting to my parent's fighting all the time. The doctor said I was under so much stress that I was doing that as a way to get attention. I was seven, what did I know about stress? Anyway, my father would yell and scream at me and forced me to wear diapers all the time as punishment, even to school. All the kids would laugh at me. It wasn't until I was ten that they died in a car accident. I came here to live with my Aunt Tillie, God rest her soul, and I started to recover. She knew and understood me. She helped me through so much, and I was so glad she accepted Travis and me. She gave us all the space we needed to develop our relationship. To this day, when I see a diaper, I think back to that terrible time in my life and it scares me a lot."

"I'm sorry Brent," a voice was heard. "I didn't know." Nelson and Brent looked to see Connor standing there, tears running down his face. Brent stood up and they hugged each other.

"I'm sorry I attacked you. I had no call doing that," Brent apologized. Connor wiped away his tears and poured himself some coffee. "Reason Dad and I do that is because we went through a similar situation as you did. Mom had fallen in love with someone else when I was little. She left us when I was a year old. Dad didn't know what to do. He was working so hard at the time and really couldn't spend time with me. I literally grew up in day care. So Dad and I do it because we need to make up for all that time we lost from each other. If you ever want to try it, just ask. Dad can't replace your parents, but he could try to ease your pain over it." Brent nodded. "I'll think about it, okay?" Connor nodded as both boys shook hands. Brent stood up and left the kitchen.

"Dad, I really need to talk to you. One: we need to get our own place to do this freely again. Two: something is going on with Dustin and I don't know what to do about it," Connor said, sipping his coffee.

"Son, I know we need our own place. But until I start working again it won't happen. As for Dustin, I've noticed that too. I should sit down with him and find out what's going on with him. If he needs help we will help him," Nelson said. Dustin stood on the other side of the wall, trembling. He was scared to go in and open himself up. He had learned long ago in the boy whorehouse that you never said anything personal to a client. They weren't there to listen to your problems. They were there to get pleasure from a boy's body. He turned and sneaked into the garage. His feelings were overwhelming him. He felt shamed and degraded at what he had to do to survive in that place. He turned to the drawer in the workbench and opened it. He pulled out a bundled up rag and unwrapped it. The silver plated .38 lay in his hand. The solution to his problems lay there in his hand. It would be so easy. Put it to his head and pull the trigger. His hands shook as he wrapped the gun back up in the rag and put it in the drawer. The time wasn't right yet.

***

By the fourth day, Yoshi and Jeff were completely relaxed. Naturally they weren't wearing any clothes. Jeff lay with his head in Yoshi's lap, tickling his lover's nipple. Yoshi sighed. This was paradise to him. Yet there were things that needed to be dealt with. He sighed.

"Are you okay love?" Jeff asked.

"Just thinking, honey. We got some problems to deal with. First off, there's the housing situation. There are two routes we could take. One: we buy a much bigger house for all of us. Two: Powerhouse Productions goes and buys four houses together and each couple takes one. The backyard fence between each house is taken down to form one huge backyard. Second problem is that Nelson is out of a job. But he has skills that we could use. He knows the music industry inside out. He knows the right kind of people to talk to and that could open doors for the band. Answer: we hire him to run Powerhouse Productions. That would solve things," Yoshi said.

"Baby, would that ever! That would mean more time for you to spend with me, and of course the band!" Jeff grinned.

"Sure would honey," Yoshi stated. "We'll go see the Scotti Brothers when we get back home."

"Cool deal. In the meantime, let's have some fun!" Jeff declared. He got to his feet and pulled Yoshi to his. They kissed as they crossed the yard. Yoshi was unaware that Jeff was steering him toward the huge mud puddle off to the right of the cabin. It had rained last night and the area was still wet. They were laughing as Jeff got Yoshi close enough. Suddenly Jeff tripped Yoshi and he fell into the mud puddle. Jeff laughed as Yoshi went sprawling in the mud. Yoshi turned over to face Jeff. He was completely covered in mud. The only thing Jeff could see were the whites of his eyes. Jeff howled with laughter.

"Very funny kiddo," Yoshi grinned. Jeff extended his hand to help Yoshi up, only to get pulled down into the mud. Both teens rolled in the mud, wrestling each other and laughing their heads off. Finally exhausted, they lay there for a few moments before getting up and going to the water hose by the front porch. Jeff hosed down Yoshi first, and then Yoshi hosed down Jeff. They jumped into the shower together and washed each other clean. They spent the night in front of the fireplace, making love as the mood struck. Their love ran much deeper than they fully realized. To feel each other deep inside the one moved them deeply. They loved each other too much. Yoshi felt Jeff riding his cock as he watched the morning sun come up. Making love at sunrise is an experience to be had. Jeff kissed away Yoshi's tears as Yoshi came inside of Jeff.

"God, I love you so much," Yoshi whispered as he lay back, resting from the intense lovemaking. Jeff stroked his cheek softly. "I love you lots." They hugged each other close, willing to the other his life and strength. They were going to need it when they got back. And so their routine continued till Sunday came again and it was time to go home. That morning Jeff rolled off Yoshi and made a quick breakfast while Yoshi packed everything. They let the boat drift back down to the marina while Jeff entered Yoshi and made love to him once more. Robert met them at the dock and grinned broadly.

"You gents have a good time?" he asked. All he got were silly smiles in return.

They drove back to town holding hands, listening to love songs on the radio. Pulling into the driveway, they noticed Nelson's car was gone. Walking into the house, Yoshi immediately sensed something was wrong. Slipping into Getsumi no Michi, he sensed feelings of desperation coming from the garage. He moved quickly, opening the door to the garage. What he saw made his blood run cold. Dustin had a gun to his head.

"Dustin, please don't," Yoshi said softly.

Dustin turned to face Yoshi. "You don't understand."

"Talk to me. Tell me. Make me understand," he said.

Jeff had been behind him and saw everything. He backed off quickly and made a fast phone call to Zeus, but he wasn't there. The others came home in Nelson's car, and he told them what was going on. Nelson turned pale.

"God, no!" he said, going past Jeff and headed to the garage.

"I see what is going on between Connor and his Dad, and I wanted that from my own father. I hate him for what he did to me. Why did he do that to me? I didn't do anything wrong! They made me do things… things that hurt me. I didn't understand at first. They made me feel like I was a nothing, just something to be used and thrown away. I want to be a kid again, I want to have what Connor and Nelson have, but I can't! I can't be little anymore. I can't deal with these feelings of shame anymore!" Dustin cried out in his misery.

"So you are going to kill yourself? That's not the answer, Dustin. We can help you. We can listen to you. We can care for you. We can hug you. We can love you, which we do already. You matter to us, you're an important part of us," Yoshi said quietly, not wanting to push Dustin.

"How am I an important part of you guys?" he asked, puzzled.

"Because you are our friend, and we care about you," Connor said, coming into the garage at that moment.

"Because we love you," Brent added.

"Because you have so much good qualities to share," Travis said.

"Because you are a part of our lives," Nelson said.

"Because you are the brother none of us ever had," Jeff stated.

Dustin lowered the gun and started to cry. Yoshi was the first to hug him, then Jeff, then the other guys gathered around Dustin and gave him a group hug. Zeus arrived at that moment, with Wang Tse-Tung behind him. Yoshi handed the gun to Zeus and the man took it. Wang took it from him and walked out. Dustin finally cried himself out.

"He's out," Jeff said a moment later. Zeus stepped over and picked Dustin up in his massive black arms and carried him up to the master bedroom. Wang walked back into the house and followed Zeus up the stairs. Zeus came back down a few minutes later. Everybody sat in the kitchen with coffee that Nelson had made. Yoshi sighed. Time to start fixing things.

"Okay. Time to start fixing things around here. First off, I propose a six-month hiatus from everything. We need to do what is needed to fix things between all of us. Second: we find new digs. This place is too small for all of us to live in. Two ways we can do that. We can get a house big enough for everybody, or four separate houses for each couple. We could knock down the fences that separate each backyard to form one big yard. Third: Nelson will be hired by Powerhouse Productions to manage everything. I can't do it anymore. Nelson has the qualifications necessary. How does that sound to everybody?" Yoshi stated.

"I say yes," Connor nodded.

"Yup," Brent said next.

"Cool with me," Travis grinned.

"That makes it unanimous with me," Jeff said.

"I'm going to leave Wang with you guys. He grew up in a boy whorehouse in New York. He's best qualified to help Dustin. I'll help when I need to," Zeus said.

"Thanks for coming so quick," Yoshi said, shaking Zeus's hand. Zeus nodded as he went out the door. Yoshi returned to the kitchen.

"Yoshi, I like the idea of four separate houses for each couple. However, I'm not comfortable about removing the fences between the yards. Leave them there, but put in gates instead. I think each house should have it's own private yard," Travis stated. Everyone quickly agreed on that. Yoshi nodded at the wisdom of that.

"I'll go call the Scotti Brothers," he said.

The guys looked at many houses and property for the next few days. Dustin was told of the decision, and he agreed with it. He became good friends with Wang once he heard Wang's life story. He knew that Wang already lived with a lover, and didn't want to get in-between them. He opened up more, telling his life story over the course of days. Everyone else shared their own stories as well. It served to pull them closer together as friends. Each opened up and shared their deepest feelings, fears, and thoughts. It was Dustin who found the new home of Powersound Productions. He had borrowed a dirt bike from a neighbor to go riding over the hills in the back of the town. He found a small paved road and followed it to the end, finding a locked gate. He took the motorcycle through the dirt to go around the wall and found a space big enough to get through. There were four houses at the dead end, spaced wide apart. They were arranged in a half circle, the two middle houses forming the top of the curve. He managed to get into each house, finding either a broken window or an open door. The yards themselves were huge, running clear down to the lake. He knew without a doubt that this was it. He got back on the bike and sped home. He pulled up into the driveway just as the Scotti Brothers were arriving. He told them of his discovery and what the houses looked like. The light went on in Jay's head. "Oh yeah! The Carters Place! Perfect! I'll call the bank and see if I can get the keys to it!"

"The Carters Place. I had forgotten that. A guy named Carter bought the property years ago before our Mom was born. The guy was into country music, playing and producing it. Even has his own recording studio there," Tay said.

"A recording studio? On the property?" Dustin grinned as an evil glint appeared in his eyes while rubbing his hands together.

"Where's the straitjacket?" Brent wanted to know. Everybody laughed, including Dustin. He knew it was just a joke.

"Nobody knows where the keys are," Jay announced, coming back.

"No problem. The houses are wide open. Windows are missing and doors are wide open. I'll tell you all right now; the houses need some serious cleaning. As to the locked front gate, I got something for that," Dustin said as he went into the garage. He came back moments later with a box in his hands. Jeff recognized it as the pyrotechnics box.

"You gonna blow the gate?" Jeff asked.

"No, just the lock," Dustin said.

"Cool. Ten bucks on twenty yards," Jeff said, holding up a ten-dollar bill. Everyone got their bets in and then they left to go out there. They found Sheriff Whitey in his police car at the front gate when they got there.

"Hey, what's up Sheriff?" Yoshi asked.

"Busted another drag racer again. You guys out house hunting?" he asked.

"Yup. Dustin found this place while out here biking earlier. He's gonna blow the lock on the gate so we can get in," Connor said.

Whitey quickly moved the cruiser to a safe location and got his bet in. Dustin did his thing and came back to the cover he designated as being safe. He connected the wires to the switch box.

"Fire in the hole," he said and hit the switch. There was a loud pop at the gate, accompanied by a puff of smoke. Everyone started looking for the lock that Dustin had painted pink before placing the explosive.

"Found it!" Tay said excitedly. Dustin paced off the distance and declared Nelson the winner of sixty dollars. Everyone went through the gates once Dustin opened them.

"I'm going to sweep through them first," Whitey said.

"Why are you going to clean them now? We don't even know if we're going to buy them?"

Dustin said.

"I mean make sure nobody's inside now or living here illegally."

"Oh," Dustin said and blushed.

After checking out the property and buildings they went into town to the Peckertown Bank to start finding out about it. Mr. Jeffers at the bank had all the research done on it when they got there. It took just under fifteen minutes to seal the deal and put the other house on the market. By the end of the week, a construction company called Builder Boy had started on the renovations. Naturally each couple decided how they wanted their places fixed up. Nelson gleefully plotted a baby's room for Connor, Brent and Travis drew up plans for a playroom of their own, Yoshi and Jeff planned on a big game room with big screen TV, a pool table, and pinball machines, including a workout room. Dustin was clearly excited about having his own house. He planned a tech workshop, a workout room for his weights and martial arts, and a room for his dancing. Teaching himself ballet and other dance forms as a way to keep himself focused on his recovery from his suicide attempt. He discovered he enjoyed it and found a local studio in town run by a former Broadway dancer. She auditioned him for the class and immediately saw his potential. Dustin danced every chance he got, be it in the house, in the yard, or at his class. He was discovering things about himself that he never knew. But deep down in his heart, he wanted to go back to that time in his life and to be babied again. If only.

The houses were finally completed, and everyone moved in. They got great pleasure in setting up their houses the way they wanted them to be. The street was renamed Powersound Blvd after the band. They toasted to their newfound happiness at a barbeque one night.

"Never thought all this could be possible," Dustin said as they relaxed by the fire pit in Yoshi's yard.

"Anything is possible once you put your mind to it," Nelson said, sipping the wine in his glass.

"I'm sorry I almost ruined it all," Dustin apologized.

"It's over and done with. Please don't look back on it, but look forward and know that life will get better every day," Jeff said.

"Know we are here to support you," Brent said.

"That's what makes us a family. All of us caring, loving, and supporting each other," Nelson stated.

"So what happens now?" Dustin wanted to know.

"We keep on going," Yoshi said. "Nothing is going to stop us now." They sat there for a while longer, each person lost in their own thoughts. Dustin noticed each couple holding hands and he felt despair well up inside of him. He wished for a lover, someone he could love.

"You'll find someone before long. Be patient," a voice whispered in his head. He lay in bed that night, wrestling with a decision. Sometime before dawn, he made it. Later that morning, he knocked on Nelson's back door. Nelson let him in.

"Hi Dustin, what's up?" Nelson asked.

"I wanted to ask you something," Dustin began nervously. Nelson leaned forward and placed his hand over Dustin's trembling hands. "Sure."

"Could you… baby me for awhile? I… want to go back and… do it again," Dustin whispered.

"Are you sure about this?" Nelson asked, concerned.

"Yes. I want to experience what was denied me," he said, bowing his head as tears ran down his face. Nelson pulled the crying boy to him and hugged him tight. He let Dustin cry himself out while he thought about what he was going to say.

"Dustin, could I think about this for a bit?" he asked.

Dustin nodded.

"Okay."

Nelson found Connor in the game room and explained the situation while Zeus listened in on the speakerphone. Both thought it would help Dustin. The other guys were told about it and Brent was quiet for a long time.

"Do you think it would help him?" he asked.

"Absolutely," Zeus replied.

"Go for it," Brent answered. Nelson went and got Dustin, telling him what had been decided. Dustin grinned. He was going to get his wish. Dustin was led up to the baby room and he got a detailed explanation of what was going to happen. Dustin was given the chance to chicken out anytime he wanted. Dustin was sure he wanted this. Connor was to help by being the big brother. Dustin was cool with it all.

"Okay, if you are ready, we'll get started then," Nelson said. Dustin nodded, getting a bit nervous. Nelson undressed Dustin, and then led the Vietnamese teen to a table against one wall. He had Dustin lie flat on his back while he got out a diaper and unfolded it. Nelson put it on Dustin and taped it into place, and then set Dustin on the floor. Dustin sat there and moved his hands over the diaper. It felt strange, but good. During the next month, Dustin got the full treatment of baby life. He felt deep down that it was finally filling in that hole that he had carried inside of him for a long time. The second month was spent growing up as a toddler. Dustin enjoyed it to the max, loving every minute of it. Brent saw what was going on, and he slowly came around to the idea. Once Dustin had come back to being 14 years old again, he sat down with Zeus and both of them talked about the experience. Dustin felt very good about it. Zeus wondered if there was something to this regression business and decided to raise the question at a psychiatrist's convention. Dustin agreed to help Zeus by writing down his feelings about the whole experience. He kept his fingers crossed, hoping that someday he'd find love soon.

It happened one warm spring day. One of the back doors had gotten warped from the recent rain, so he called Builder Boy to see if they could send someone out with a new door to replace the warped one. A boy named Nico arrived shortly and examined the problem door.

"Oh ya," he said in a thick Italian accent," I can do this easy."

Dustin grinned. "Thanks. I appreciate that."

He left Nico alone to deal with the problem while he went to fix the speakers in his dance studio. He got them fixed and turned on the tape deck to check the sound. The music came out all of the speakers in each corner. As he checked the balance Dustin felt the music take control and started to dance enthusiastically, the music lifting him higher as he moved to it. He forgot everything and felt so free. He relaxed once the music was over. He turned to the bay window and saw Nico staring at him. He jumped out of shock, not expecting him there. Nico stumbled back and turned to flee. Dustin saw the danger before Nico did, a rake lying on the grass. Nico stepped on it and the handle rose quickly, introducing it's self to Nico's forehead. Dustin rushed out of the house to where Nico lay on the ground. Nico blinked up at Dustin, wondering how the hell he got down here and what smacked him in the head so forcefully.

"Hey, are you all right?" Dustin asked. Nico slowly sat up, the pain in his head apparent. Dustin helped him up and into the kitchen. He quickly got an ice pack and held it up to Nico's head.

"Yer door's fixed," he muttered.

"Are you alright?" Dustin asked again.

Nico looked at him. "Yeah, I will be."

They stared at each other for a moment, each feeling an attraction beginning. Nico put down the ice pack, nervously licking his lips. Dustin felt his heart start beating faster as they moved closer to each other. Before they knew it, they were kissing. Dustin felt something explode inside of him, and he welcomed the rush of passion feelings. He unzipped Nico's overalls, and got his first shock. Nico was built. He was a miniature Arnold Schwarzenegger. The boy had huge arms and a huge chest. He was just huge.

"I work out a lot," he whispered. Dustin frantically stripped Nico, he wanted to see the rest of him as they went up the stairs to Dustin's bedroom, trailing clothes all the way. Nico paused long enough to strip Dustin as well. Both fell on the bed together and began the lovemaking that Dustin would remember well into their old age. They kissed some more, and began to kiss, touch, caress and explore each other. Dustin couldn't believe the size of Nico. They went crazy from the passion feelings their lovemaking intense and hot. Nico insisted on using a condom until they had gotten tested. Dustin reached into a drawer and pulled out condoms and lube. While Nico lubed his asshole up, Dustin teased the massive eight inches [20 cm] while pulling the condom on. Nico looked deep into Dustin's eyes and smiled. Dustin felt joy swell up inside of him. This was really happening. He finally found what he was looking for, and wanted.

"Get on top, and work yourself down on me slowly," Nico whispered. Dustin did, feeling the big eight-inch [20 cm] slapping his bottom. He slowly sat down on it, working it inside of his hole. Once the head was seated inside of him and he got comfortable, he introduced the rest of Nico's cock into his ass. The feelings took over both of them, taking them to lover's pleasures and heights that they'd never experienced before. Dustin rode Nico's cock a few times before Nico turned him over on his back and began the intercourse. Dustin closed his eyes and moaned, groaned, whimpered, and cried as Nico pleasure his ass with his cock. Feeling what it was like to want to have a cock inside him for the first time in his life. The big Italian boy had never experienced pleasure like this, usually being the pincushion for others in the company. He kept on going until he got to his breaking point.

"I CUM! I CUM!" he yelled, and did. Dustin felt Nico's cock expand, then jerk as the boy unloaded his cream into the condom. Nico kept fucking Dustin until he was dry. He slipped himself out of Dustin and frantically slid a condom on Dustin's thin seven inches [18 cm]. Dustin didn't hesitate to plunge into Nico. The boy shivered as he cried out in ecstasy.

"DO ME DO ME!" he cried out lustily. Instinct inside Dustin's brain kicked in and Dustin fucked him for all he was worth. He had wanted this for so long. He held onto Nico's big sweaty body, reveling in the wild passion feelings that had full control of him. It didn't take long for him to cum. He slammed himself into Nico's ass as hard as he could, trying to give Nico as much pleasure as he could. Dustin's cock expanded, then jerked, as he unloaded his cum into the condom. He collapsed on Nico's back once he was finished. Both boys lay down in the bed, completely exhausted. Nico pulled the condom off Dustin, then wrapped his big arms around him as they drifted off to sleep. About that time, Brent crossed over into Dustin's yard wanting to borrow some coffee for tomorrow morning. He found a trail of clothes starting in the kitchen and leading up the stairs to Dustin's bedroom. He saw Dustin in bed with the biggest kid he'd ever seen, big enough to give Sergey a run for his money. He quietly sneaked back down the stairs, leaving the new lovers alone.

The early morning air came in through the sliding glass door of Dustin's bedroom. Dustin stirred and slowly woke up. He looked up into the most beautiful green eyes he'd ever seen.

"Hi," he said. Nico smiled and took Dustin in his strong arms and they kissed. Dustin sighed and snuggled down into those very muscular arms. He'd finally found his happiness.

"You hungry?" he asked.

"Yes," Nico said. Dustin got out of bed and loaned Nico some shorts to wear. Nico followed Dustin down to the kitchen. They ate breakfast while they talked.

"I come here to Peckertown about two years ago. I spent time on the streets and then with a man who let me workout on his weights and live with him in exchange for sex. I get a job with Builder Boy when they started up about a year and a half ago. Once I started making enough money to live on my own, he kick me out. I am Italian, 14 years old, and my full name is Nicolo Trimarchi, Nico for short. I have wanted a lover for a long time to share my life with. There was something about you that attracted me to you. That's why I watched you dance in that room. You just took my breath away," Nico said.

"Thanks. My name is Dustin. If I have a last name, I don't know what it is. My father sold me to a boy whorehouse when I was three, and I escaped from there a year ago. I was digging through Yoshi Toranaga's trashcan looking for food when they found me and took me in. Now I handle their sound gear and high tech stuff. When I saw you looking in the window at me, I couldn't help jumping. I've never felt this way about anybody before. I've never been in love with anybody before," Dustin looked straight into Nico's eyes. "Would you be my lover?"

Nico took Dustin's hands in his big paws. "Yes. Yes I will,"

They hugged and kissed in the kitchen. Their lives were taking a new direction, changing for the better. Dustin felt so complete. Nico picked up his clothes and dressed.

"I need to get back. I'm going to ask for some time off and I'll be back as quick as I can," Nico said as they walked out to his work truck.

"I'll be waiting for you," Dustin smiled as he closed the door. He leaned into the window and they kissed, unaware they had an audience. As Nico drove out through the gate and disappeared down the road, Dustin couldn't contain his joy any longer. He hugged himself and laughed.

"Yahoo!" he yelled, leaping in the air. He heard applause from behind him, and he turned to see everybody standing there and clapping. He walked over to them and they congratulated him. He spent the next hour telling them about Nico.

"I'm in love," he said. "I am in love!" Nico was thinking the same as he drove away. He hated to leave, but he had to. He got back to the yard and turned in the truck. Walking into the office, he encountered the boss coming out of the workroom. He sat down with him and told him all about falling in love with Dustin. People in the office congratulated Nico. Somebody asked if he was moving in with Dustin right away. Nico hadn't considered that, thinking it would be best to take it one day at a time. It was the right decision to make. They needed to spend time before making that kind of decision. The boss gave him a whole week off. Nico went home and changed into better clothes before heading back to Dustin's house. Dustin had given him the gate code before he left, so he used it to enter. Parking the car, he saw Dustin come out of the house towards him. He felt the glow start deep inside of him. Dustin reached him and they embraced, kissing.

"If this is what falling in love is about, I never want to lose this feeling," Nico remarked as they hugged.

"Me neither," Dustin agreed.

They spent the week together, doing things together and talking. One of the things they did that day was to go into town and take the AIDS test. Both came out clean, which relieved both young men a lot. Dustin gave Nico a private dance performance, Nico applauding the show. Nights were spent making love in Dustin's bedroom, sharing each other's bodies. Their happiness rubbed off on the others. Brent and Travis became a lot more enthusiastic in their lovemaking, as well as Yoshi and Jeff, Connor and Nelson. From long conversations between recording music, over the fire pit at Yoshi's yard, on the boat during fishing expeditions, and in the touring bus going to shows, they shared what they had learned from each other and from the others in the six months that it took to rebuild things.

Everybody was comfortable with each other now, comfortable in knowing what made the other tick, comfortable in accepting the differences in the other person. It no longer bothered Brent to see Connor wander around his yard in a diaper, or the occasional ride to the mailboxes at the front gate in a stroller, or being bottle fed in front of him. He knew those things were what made Connor and Nelson closer as father and son, as well as being sexual with each other. Brent and Travis were into bondage and playing in playrooms, which bothered both Connor and Nelson at first. All four agreed to experience the other couples fetish one time just for the hell of it. Brent walked away from his baby experienced a changed man. He had no idea how loving and caring Nelson was to Connor when they did the baby scene. He actually experienced very warm feelings the whole time. Travis went through it as well, feeling very enlightened as well. Connor and Nelson went through a scene in Brent and Travis's playroom and it changed their ideas completely about that scene. What they knew of such things they had gotten from the net and having seen Benjy Jorgenson's stage show at the Little Leather Club. They had not realized there was another side to it, a side that promoted pleasure instead of pain. Yoshi decided for himself after consulting Jeff on the issue that he'd like to try this out for himself. So he spent a week as a baby much to Jeff's delight. Jeff got a royal kick out of bottle feeding Yoshi and changing him when needed. Then it was Jeff's turn, and it brought out the father's instinct in Yoshi. Not only did it affect him greatly, he hoped that someday he would get lucky and become a father. Brent and Travis gleefully put both Jeff and Yoshi through the playroom and all four had fun. Yoshi was blown away by the fact that he had multiple orgasms with out his cock being touched by hand, mouth, or Jeff's ass. He was still relieving those moments for days afterwards. Watching Jeff having multiple orgasms while being in restraints and having vibrating toys in his ass had turned Yoshi on incredibly. With Brent's help, he went and got some toys for him and Jeff to play with. These were events that pulled them closer not just as a band but as a family. They felt so much better about themselves.

Summer was in full swing by now. The new CD would be out by late summer, the recording and work having been finished. Yoshi had realized that he had neglected to call his folks in weeks so he did, filling them in on everything that had happened over the last few months. He and Jeff invited them down for a few days to see the new house and the grounds to which his family eagerly accepted. Ieyasu joyfully laid plans for the trip. He was going to his son's house again, and he couldn't be happier. They planned on being there in a week. Yoshi was excited. He couldn't be happier. There was nothing planned now the CD was done and in the final stages. Everyone started to relax now, doing their own thing. That night in bed, Yoshi held Jeff close to him.

"You know, I feel good about the way things have worked out for everybody. Hiring Nelson to run Powersound Productions was the best decision we ever made."

"I think getting married was the decision the we ever made," Jeff said and kissed Yoshi's cheek.

Yoshi laughed, "You know what I mean. He sure straightened out a lot of things and got the company and personal finances back into shape. I had no idea things were that bad," Yoshi said.

"Don't blame yourself, honey. You tried your best and that's all it matters," Jeff reassured Yoshi.

"I'm so glad things worked out for Dustin. He sure is happy with Nico now. I was really worried about him for a long time. His suicide attempt scared the hell out of me," Yoshi sighed. "As a matter of fact, I'm glad we all worked things out between all of us. I understand the others much better now. Believe it or not, I think what we went through with the others has brought us together even more."

Jeff thought about that for a moment. "I definitely agree with that, sweetheart."

Yoshi sighed and hugged Jeff closer to him. They kissed each other, beginning the lovemaking. They touched, kissed, hugged, and caressed each other to total arousal. Yoshi smiled at Jeff as he slid inside Jeff, beginning the intercourse. He did it slow and gentle, wanting to make it last as long as he could. Jeff got lost in the feelings he was experiencing. This was love, the kind of love that was meant to be. He managed to contain himself right up to the end, when he couldn't hold on anymore and let himself go, shooting his load deep into Jeff. Jeff sighed happily, feeling his lover cum inside of him.

In the next house, Nico had wrapped his massive arms around Dustin and was raising and dropping the lithe teen on his cock. Both teens were in Nirvana, experiencing joyous pleasure. Nico could feel Dustin's heartbeat through his arms, and he timed his moves to Dustin's heartbeats. He wasn't too far from his orgasm. He raised Dustin totally off his cock and stood up. He turned Dustin around to face him and lifted him in his arms once again. Dustin wrapped his legs around Nico's waist and the big muscled teen worked his cock back into Dustin with a little help from Dustin's hand. He held Dustin tight to him while he rocked his cock back and forth inside Dustin. He was getting close to his orgasm and so was Dustin, Nico's cock rubbing his prostate on each in stroke. Both teens moaned out as they came, Nico inside Dustin and Dustin in-between them. Nico dropped to his knees and kissed Dustin passionately. They rested together, their sweat mingling on their bodies.

Travis and Brent were getting off in their own way. Travis had tied Brent to the bed frame and was working over his lover with a rose in full bloom. Brent whimpered and cried as Travis brushed the rose over his aroused body slowly. As Travis moved the rose lower down Brent's thrashing body, he started to lick and suck on his lover's body. He teased Brent's erect cock with the rose, making Brent scream in frustration. Travis laughed and then wet Brent's cock with his mouth, getting it ready for intercourse. Travis straddled Brent's body and slowly worked Brent's hard cock into his body. Once he had engulfed Brent's cock with his ass, he slowly rode it while teasing Brent's body with the rose. Brent went crazy, thrashing and trying to break loose so he could give Travis's ass the pounding it deserved. Travis laughed in delight, enjoying the fucking while teasing Brent. Finally he leaned over and freed Brent's feet, then his hands. Brent heaved Travis off him, flipped him on his back, and entered him in one shot. Travis threw back his head and moaned loudly. He brushed the rose across Brent's back while Brent frenzy fucked his ass, cumming in hard fast shots. They collapsed together, sighing in pleasure.

Father and son were having a little fun of their own. Connor was on his back, sucking Nelson's cock while getting his own deep throated. Father and son sucked on each other for a few minutes, and then got to the main event.

"Daddy wants to give his little boy a wiener inside his little boy's buns," Nelson cooed at Connor while lubing up the boy's gate with a KY slicked finger. Connor breathed heavily as his father finger fucked him. He wanted more than his father's finger he wanted Daddy's cock in there.

"Gimme your cock, Daddy!" he whined like a little boy. "I want it, I want it, and I want it!"

Nelson grinned. "Now be good, and Daddy will give you the treat."

Nelson lifted Connor's legs and put them on his shoulders, and placed himself at the entrance to Connor's gate. He slowly pushed himself into Connor, taking the time to enjoy the feeling of his cock sinking into his son's ass. He felt the teen's ass muscles grab his cock and squeeze it hard as he entered Connor. He listened to the boy's cries of pleasure and felt a thrill of excitement run through him. He stopped once he got his cock inside Connor. He relaxed for a moment, and then started the fucking. Connor squealed as he felt his father's cock leave his ass, and then plunge right back inside. Nelson closed his eyes and gave himself over to the pleasures. He plowed Connor's ass with his cock, going harder and faster each time before he started unloading his sperm into Connor.

"Take my Daddy juice, boy!" Nelson growled as he fucked Connor hard. Connor raised his head. "Gimme it, gimme it, gimme it!" Both man and boy shivered as each had their orgasm, Nelson inside Connor and Connor an anal one. Both fell onto the bed and sighed in relief. Nelson grinned at Connor.

"I'm tired, Daddy. Put me to bed?" Connor asked in his little boy voice. Nelson picked up Connor and carried him to the nursery. Putting Connor on the change table, he cleaned up the boy and taped a diaper into place. He put Connor in his crib and kissed him goodnight. Going into his room, he knew Connor would screw him in the morning. He relaxed and was soon asleep.

The Toranagas arrived a week later. As they drove up to the houses, they could see Yoshi standing there waiting. Mariko was the first person Yoshi greeted. He hugged her, then his two brothers. Ieyasu stepped up to him last.

"Welcome back father," Yoshi respectfully bowed.

"It is good to see you my son," Ieyasu returned the bow and then hugged him. Yoshi gave them a tour of the new house and grounds, and then let the others show off their houses while he parked the motor home by the garages and plugged it into the proper outlets. Watching his father walk towards him, Yoshi was recalling memories of a different time in his life when he was younger. Ieyasu had always been there for him, always encouraging him, always teaching him things, and always telling him how much he was loved. He felt warm feelings come up from deep inside of him.

"Thank you for being my father," he said, reaching out for Ieyasu and hugging him tight. Ieyasu returned the hug, wondering what was going on. Yoshi led him to the back patio and they sat down. Over a couple of cold beers, Yoshi told him what had been going on. He left nothing out, told him everything. Ieyasu nodded quietly, taking it all in. Now he understood why Yoshi had said what he did. Both talked through the day, bonding even more than they ever had. Around the fire that night, Yoshi came to a realization. Everybody there was his family. His own family, his life mate Jeff, the other guys Connor, Travis, Brent, Dustin, and Nico his brothers, and Nelson his uncle. He stood up with his glass of wine and got everybody's attention.

"I just wanted to say that I just came to a realization that all of us here tonight are one big happy family, people that I love very much. We have been through a lot in the last few months, and it has served to strengthen our family ties even more. I propose a toast to the continued happiness, joy, love, and long life to this family. May we always be happy together," Yoshi said, raising his glass. There were murmured assents, and glasses clinked. Jeff's hand found it's way into Yoshi's, and they faced each other, joy and love evident on their faces. He caught the expression on his Father's face. Ieyasu nodded, approving what Yoshi said.

"That was beautiful love," Jeff kissed Yoshi.

"Very true," Nelson nodded. And it was.

It's late, almost closing and I'm sitting here in Marvin's Pizza Palace sipping beer. Outside of decent pizza its claim to fame is that it has absolutely no class. I had been watching the boy behind the counter since I'd arrived. He's beautiful. Long red hair in back, sides and front cut short. He's got two diamond studs in his right ear. He is very tanned, so he must spend lots of time outdoors. He's been watching me too. Keeps giving me the come on signal. Baby, I'd be screwing him on the counter in a heartbeat, he's turning me on so bad. Yelling interrupts my thoughts.

"You get this place cleaned up! Lock everything when you leave!" the man shouts at the boy.

I see sadness in his eyes as the man sweeps past him and out the back door. That's no way to treat someone. The boy goes and locks the doors. He comes around the tables to collect the last of the dishes and sees me there. I reach for his hand and take it into mine. He mumbles something and then before I know it, he's wrapped himself around me. I hold him for a bit, stroking his back gently. I break the contact and slide out of the booth I'm in and sit on a bench seat. I lift him on my lap and hold him close to me. He rests his head in the crook of my neck and I feel his tears there. I let him cry for a bit and then wipe the tears off his face.

"Let me help you," I said.

He smiles at me, and I know I made the right move. I follow him to the kitchen and start helping him. He stops a moment later and pulls his green tank off. His body is a sight to behold. He turns to see me staring.

"Like what you see?" he cooed.

I couldn't speak. He is beautiful. No tan lines on his torso. There is a gold hoop through his right nipple. It stands out against the tanned skin. I look down to his skintight black bike shorts, and see what appears to be a growing bulge.

"You can see that one later," he smiles. "By the way, my name's Wayne."

I manage to breathe. "I'm Dan."

I turn and tackle the dangerous equipment, like the meat slicer, he shouldn't be handling. I hear him hum a popular song, and I reach into my jeans for money.

"Here. Put something on the jukebox. Load it up. I like listening to music while I work," I tell Wayne.

He gleefully runs to the jukebox in the corner. Seconds later Aerosmith is wailing and I'm singing with them. Wayne rolls on the floor laughing at my imitation of the Steve Tyler. Before we knew it time has gone by and the kitchen is done. Wayne picks up a container of pizza sauce and heads for the walk-in refrigerator. Suddenly he slips on the floor and falls on his butt. The pizza sauce can drops to the floor and breaks open, sauce lands everywhere. Wayne is upset. However, it gives me the opening that I wanted.

"No biggie," I said, smiling.

He looks at me strange. I run into the dining room area and come back with my bag. I take sheets of saran wrap and cover one of the larger tables in the kitchen. I lift Wayne onto it and pull his skintight bike shorts off. His cock springs to attention and I drool at the sight of it. Wayne is very well endowed for twelve or so. It must be at least eight inches [20 cm].

"Eight and a half [22 cm]," Wayne grins.

I laugh, and set to work. I take what's left of the sauce in the can and pour it into a pot and start to cook it. I quickly mop the floor clean, and then turn my attention to Wayne. I tie his wrists and ankles to each corner of the table. I check the sauce on the stove, and the temperature is just right. Not too hot to burn his skin. I bring it to the table and ladle it out over his quivering body. Wayne gasps as the warm sauce hits his skin. He looks at me funny.

"New flavor, boy pizza," I laugh.

He laughs, and it sounds like the sweetest music I'd ever heard. I strip myself and stand before him. Wayne nods his approval and I bend over him to start feasting on his pizza sauce covered body. He closes his eyes and begins to moan softly as I lick and suck at his neck. I am getting turned on myself. I hear his breathing and the noises he makes. It is an incredible turn on, and I fight the urge to give in and fuck him on the table. Soon enough for that.

I slowly work down his body and enjoy the taste of boy skin mixed with sauce. He moans and moves his body on the table, squirming with the passion feelings that I've woken inside of him. I lick at his boy nipples, small and hard.

"Uhh, uhh, uhh, oh man!" he cries out.

I keep on licking and sucking the hard aroused boy nipples. I start to move on down his delightful boy body, enjoying the sweet taste of it. He is thrashing about, totally out of control. I stop and pet his chest, feeling the fine muscles there.

"Easy Wayne," I whisper.

He calms down a bit and I return to his body. I lick at his navel. It sticks out, nice and round. Just the way I like them. Wayne whimpers in passion, so I move on from the treat. I tease the sides of his cock as I pass it. He thrusts his hips in the air, trying to get his cock in my mouth. I move my tongue down alongside his left thigh, making him moan loud. I go down to his toes and take my time, licking the sauce from between the toes. He groans loudly.

"Never had anybody do that," he pants. "Come to think of it, I never experienced this kind of thing before."

"You've never played with your food?" I asked in mock seriousness.

Wayne laughed out loud as I started in on the right foot, licking between the toes. He sighed and settled down to enjoy the pleasure. I worked up his leg to his crotch, and start teasing his cock head, still dripping pizza sauce. I slowly sink that young cock into my mouth. Wayne cried out and his body shivered as I started sucking his boyhood. I am loving this. Hot hard boy steak to nibble on. Do it right, and you'll get the creamy filling! I work my mouth up and down on his cock, enjoying the pleasure.

Wayne is somewhere, he's muttering to himself. He shoves his pelvis up against my face a few times, and I know he's about to cum. So I go at it hot, hard, and fast. He suddenly arches his back, nearly knocking me off and screams loudly as he cums. His cock fires several shots into my mouth, and then a bunch of little dribbles as he sighs, having gotten his release. I move up to his head and we push his cum into each other's mouth as we French kiss. He smiles at me.

"We ain't done yet, my pet!" I rhyme, reaching for my bag again.

He watches as I run a wide leather strap across his tummy and secure it. I free his ankles and bring them up to his head, and then tie them to the table. I get the pan of sauce and start to lubricate his ass with it. I work pizza sauce covered fingers in and out of his willing hole. He moans, knowing what's coming next. He knows he's about to get a man's cock up his ass. Wayne whimpers, wanting me to do him. I will, when he's good and ready. I cover my cock in sauce, and climb up on the table.

"Please, please, please, please!" he cries. "Make love to me!"

And I did. My cock slid nice and easy into his open boy cunt. But once inside, I discover it's warm in there. I feel the passion rise within me and I start to fuck him. I close my eyes and let passion and lust takes over. I feel my cock moving in and out of this hot boy, and I know I'm gonna make him mine before long. Wayne helps by clamping his anal muscle down on my cock as it slides back into his ass. We both are covered in sweat from our exertions. I move closer, and in doing so, improve the angle for fucking. Must have done something right, because Wayne is going crazy now. I realize I'm hitting his prostate. I want to cum at the same time he does. So much more satisfying. I step up the pace, listening to his cries of pleasure.

"Oh yes fuck me fuck me don't stop I need this I need you in me don't stop!" he screams, rocking his ass in time with my thrusts. He sure knows how to make a fuck enjoyable.

"So close, Wayne. Let me know when you are. We can cum together," I say. He moans. "I'm there."

And suddenly we both are cumming, his sperm in between us and mine deep into his pizza sauce lubricated ass. The feelings explode over us, and I grip the table tight to keep from falling off and out of him. Suddenly it's over, and we both relax panting like dogs. My cock slips out of Wayne's ass on it's own and I get off the table. I wipe myself off, and then untie Wayne. He's a mess, so I carry him to the sink and start to wash his body slowly and tenderly. He starts to cry.

"Nobody's ever touched me like that, or bathed me like that in so long," he cries.

"This man, who is he?" I asked.

"He was somebody who picked me up one day and brought me here. I live at his house, but he makes me sleep in the doghouse and treats me mean. I hate him!" Wayne declared with anger in his voice.

"Come with me," I say. "I'll make you happy always."

Wayne nods agreement and dresses. I clean up the mess I made as he checks the doors and we go out the back door. He locks it for the last time. He drops the keys in the front door slot of the man's house and walks away.

"Now I'm free," he says, getting into my car.

I lean over him and kiss him. I can still taste the pizza sauce as we drive away.

There is a considerable amount of S&M involved in this chapter. All of the sex and all of the S&M is consensual by all parties involved. But this is literary fiction and neither Nir nor myself endorse in any way the actual torture and abuse of any minor or anybody of any age without their consent and without proper guidelines.

Dedicated to the boy in 'Thief's punishment'.

"Fine, if that's what you want the that's what you'll get!" Adam shouted on the top of his lungs and banged the door behind him. He stepped into the pouring rain without expecting Craig to open the door and run after him. But still, in some corner in his heart, maybe… but never mind, he would cope alone. He'd done it for over three years, since he was eleven-years-old, and he could definitely do it again.

But meanwhile he is soaking wet with no place to go to and not knowing what to do, and he can feel the tears start building up. But he won't cry, no he won't… than why are his eyes suddenly wet and his throat choked and he got this feeling in his chest of something so heavy pushing down like a 250-pound [100 kg] weight?

***

"Excited?" Kyran asked Nate.

"Very."

"Scared?"

"A little."

Kyran was almost 14, with long pale red hair and almost gray eyes. He was tall, thin and smiled a lot. Nate was the opposite, at the age of 15½, not to tall but very stubby, with brown hair and eyes, and he always looked serious. They both stood at the bus station, waiting for the only bus going everyday to Peckertown, Arkansas, the place they both dreamed of for over a year. They were boyfriends almost two years, having sex with each other since Kyran was 12.

They met in a chat room for gay teens and found out they lived close to each other. It started with sex and then they fell in love with each other. Nate lived with his grandma after his parents died in a car accident. Kyran lived with his dad who was divorced and had sex with him since he was about five (but Kyran enjoyed it most of the time).

As time passed they tried more and more stuff, getting deeper and deeper into weird, sometimes even scary areas, checking their limits every time, finding out they almost didn't have any.

And then, a year ago, while surfing the net, they met a 29 year-old guy. He told them he just returned from a vacation in Peckertown and even took pictures in his digicam. He sent them a few. They both started shiver and came after a few seconds, without touching their dicks at all.

Some pictures were taken in The Little Leather Club, and a few from the Slave Barracks. Benjy, Caleb and a bunch of slaves covered with latex and leather, bound, with huge dildos in their holes, whips and floggers used on them, red marks and sometimes even blood on their bodies.

It was amazing… insane… they wanted to be there.

It took Nate a year to convince his grandma. For Kyran it was easier, his dad saw the pictures and promised he'd move there himself soon.

But now the moment finally came, at last. The bus stopped and they both climbed on it, sitting next to each other, a quick kiss without anyone seeing. They wanted it, each of their bodies screamed they want it. To join the rest, to be together, to be slaves.

***

The door slammed with such force that caused Caleb to jump out of his chair.

Elija and Daniel also got scared. Benjy stormed into the room, wearing only leather vest, short leather pants and black boots, his usual outfit.

"He is an idiot and it's all your fault," he shouted toward Caleb.

The three of them were sitting for over two hours now, getting the last details for the new training room settled, along with discussing some adult slaves (ages 17, 18) that were to old for the Little Leather Club, and a couple wanted to keep working in adult clubs. Because the whole slave thing in Peckertown was complex they had a weekly meeting, but this week Benjy said he'd be too busy in the club, training, so Caleb covered up for him. Too busy… 'till now.

"What happened?" Daniel asked.

"Roy as usual. I just can't baby-sit him all day. You leave him alone for a few hours and the mess I found when I come back…"

Roy was the new master. More correctly he was in the process of learning how to be a master. He arrived in Peckertown two months ago, fifteen years old with black hair and eyes, really excited, couldn't wait to join Benjy and Caleb. Caleb liked him from the start (especially after Roy showed him a videotape he made at home with him and his ex boyfriend, using all sorts of toys on the ex) and agreed to teach him. But Roy was full of rage and it was hard getting it all out of his systems, plus he was also carried away easily.

Caleb had no problem putting long hours to teach him, but Benjy who had to correct all the things Roy screwed up got angry every day.

"What did he do this time?" Elija asked.

"I have a slave in hospital with a broken arm and two ribs. He's out of work for two months minimum, and he was already booked for three shows next week"

"That concludes this matter Caleb," Elija said sternly, "Roy is out of there today. He can't control himself and we can't afford this."

"Mr. Jorgensen, please, he's really an ok guy, just give me a little more time to work with him, you know how much he improved, he…"

"It is out of the question, you heard what he did."

"Do you have any idea why he got so carried away?" Daniel asked his little brother.

"The slave came a few times although Roy prohibited him to, and lied to him later when Roy asked him about this, and this deserves a punishment, but not what he did to him."

"Benjy, don't take it as an offence, but I can remember you getting to the club angry and taking it out on the slaves."

"Yeah, but not like that."

"You have a really short memory," Caleb whispered.

"What?" Benjy asked in a threatening voice.

"I said you have a really short memory."

Benjy started moving toward Caleb.

"Guys…" Daniel said.

"Three slaves who needed two blood transfusions each because of all the blood they lost after you forgot when to stop with the cat o'nine."

Benjy was really close to him now.

"Not to mention slaves who just didn't make it."

Benjy leaped on Caleb, pushing him to the floor and started beating him.

Although Caleb was two years older Benjy was just as strong.

Daniel and Elija jumped out of their chairs, barely separating the two struggling boys.

"You bastard," Benjy yelled still struggling.

"This time you really had it," Elija shouted, "What the hell do you think, two Masters fighting with each other in the middle of a conference room."

They both calmed down after a couple of minutes.

"I want you two to settle this thing, to talk with each other, not to fight, and to decide together what to do. You think you can do it?" Elija said.

They were silent for a few minutes, and than Benjy said, "Yes, if Caleb isn't too mad at me right now."

Caleb smiled a quick smile, "You know I love you man, even if sometimes you really piss me off."

"Oh, and what about the times when you piss me off?"

"Guys, don't start again," Daniel almost begged.

"Just kidding Daniel, don't worry," his younger brother said.

"Well, I think they'll be ok, and I really have to go to another meeting so just report to me what you decided about Roy," Elija said.

"Okay, Daniel, you staying."

"Nope, sorry, also have to run. You know, things to see, things to do."

"Things to fuck, things to suck, yes I think we know."

"Just wait till I get to your house," Daniel laughed and went out, following his father.

"So, what do we do now?" Caleb asked.

"I don't know. I guess I'm sorry, I over-reacted."

"I said some things I should've never said."

"But you were right you know, Roy can probably be a good master, it's just a matter of time."

"And how many slaves we can spare."

"Not really, we'll just supervise him more closely, maybe Scotty can help. I want him in one of the shows next week, warming up the audience, than we can really see if he can do this work," Benjy said.

"You really mean it Benjy? That's cool, you won't regret it," and he hugged Benjy.

"Well, I hope so. You owe me big time," Benjy said with a smile.

"I know."

"How about start paying now?"

"Why, all this talking making you horny?"

"You know I'm always horny, and besides sex is much better than talking."

Caleb lay on the floor, on his back, holding his two legs with his hands. Benjy kneeled behind him and thrust his whole 8" [20 cm] inside, without lubing. Fast, a little painful and a lot of fun like they both loved. Caleb was tight and hot and groaning and screaming while Benjy fucked him like crazy, pinching his nipples, spanking his ass with his hands and playing with his hard dick. They came together, Benjy shooting his juices into Caleb who's hole remained red and sensitive for the rest of the week.

***

The bus stopped at the last station before Peckertown, only four hours away. It was 10 in the morning, and already hot. Nate was sleeping and Kyran, one hand around Nate shoulders looked at the only passenger climbing the bus. A thin boy, wearing ragged, torn clothes, with shaved head, earrings in his left ear and eyebrow and honey colored eyes. Definitely cute.

He sat in the seat behind them and Kyran turned his head toward him.

"Hi."

"Hi," the boy said.

"My name is Kyran and my buddy sleeping here is Nate. What's yours?"

"Adam."

"Your headed to Peckertown, right?"

"How did you know?"

"A 14 year old boy getting on a bus the last station before Peckertown, it wasn't that hard," he smiled.

"It's probably the last place in the world left for me."

"So bad?"

"Yeah. When I was eleven I ran from home, scared one-day dad would cross the line and kill me. After two years in the streets I moved with some rich 24 year old student but he decided he can't deal with me anymore, I became to extreme for him."

"What do you mean?"

"He was afraid from what I wanted, in sex, and couldn't really cope with my break-downs. What about you guys?"

Nate was half awake by now, also turning toward Adam.

"Are we there yet?" he asked with a still sleepy voice.

"Not yet. Meet Adam. Adam, This is Nate."

"Hi."

"Adam was just asking what are we going to do in Peckertown."

Nate laughed, "Sex, lot's and lot's of sex."

"Hustling in the streets?"

"Not exactly. There is this club there, The Little Leather Club, and there…"

And they started telling Adam about this place, making his eyes glow more and more with each sentence they said.

***

"Maybe he's right. Maybe I should just go away and leave you all quietly. Most of the slaves already hate me and sometimes I get carried away and…"

"They don't hate you Roy. This feeling doesn't exist in them toward their masters. And about leaving, is that what you really want?" Caleb asked.

"No. All my life, this was my dream."

"If you want it hard enough it'll work, I promise you."

"But how can I not loose control?"

"When you feel it start just take a deep breath and try to imagine yourself as the slave, put yourself in his place. It'll help, I know from experience."

"I'll try."

"Cool. Now come on, we have a show and Benjy is sitting in the audience. He said if you are good he'll take you to help him on his show tonight."

"He probably hates me also."

"He doesn't, stop thinking like that. A couple of weeks and you're one of us Roy, and we are the best friends in the world, even if sometimes we fight a little."

The club is full and dark. The crowd shouts. Almost everyone has a personal slave next to him. The show is about to begin.

A thin ray of light appears on the stage and the blast of heavy metal music is deafening. The ray lights an exposed chest, bare legs, smooth crotch with no hair at all with a pair of big balls and a soft dick. Full, pink face with almost totally shaved head.

The ray now lights the whole body. The slave is hung from the ceiling; hands tied to metal rings, stretched up, legs bound tight to the floor. He doesn't look older than twelve. He's cute, and he's going to suffer.

Caleb doesn't like to come from the back of the stage. He enters from the front door, through the audience, feeling their worship and envy in him. He's making their darkest fantasies come true and he likes it. After Benjy, he's the best.

In his hand he holds a thick metal chain that splits to two, at the ends of it two covered latex dogs, looking barely 13, walking on all fours, or more precisely dragging after him to the stage.

He jumps up, waves the audience, but now he need to concentrate.

The volume of music is lowered. He takes off his vest and stays bare footed, only leather pants on him. His white body is gleaming and so does his two big pink nipples. He likes to feel the cold floor under his feet.

Roy stands next to him. Leather boots, pants, but he chose to wear a fishnet no-sleeve tank top, which abuses the audience, showing so much yet hiding even more.

Roy takes the dogs away from Caleb and takes each of them to a different corner of the stage, tying them there. They bark and make noise so Roy takes a leather strap. The dog on the left side needs 12 till quiet but the one on the right side gets 17 before he whimpers quietly and sits in the corner.

Everything is real, that is what makes this club one of the hottest attractions in Peckertown.

Caleb is getting close to the edge of the stage and asks the audience, "Should I use a mouth gag?"

"NO!" the crowd shouts. They want to hear the slave scream.

Caleb starts almost gently, a leather strap hitting the tied slave's whole body.

The slave doesn't even react. Next he moved to the whip. The boy's body turns lobster red and tears start welling up in the slave's eyes. Caleb stops with the whip and Roy hands him a few very long needles.

The yell that cuts the room when the first needle enters the slaves right nipple silences the audience. The second yell when the second needle impales the left nipple make the audience shout in ecstasy.

Now Caleb takes a prince's wand, it looks like a seven-inch [18 cm] radio antenna. He inserts it into the slave's now hard dick and starts to push it inside his pee hole. Scream after scream after scream makes the walls almost shake but at the end only the end of the antenna peeps out of the pee hole.

By now the slave's face is covered with tears and his eyes radiates pain. Caleb is turning around, bowing to the audience. The slave needs a short break and so does he.

At this time Roy is playing with the dogs. Caleb is watching him from the side, standing next to Benjy.

First, the dogs are thirsty and needs to drink. Roy points his hard dick toward the left dog's mouth and a stream of yellow piss is pouring out. The dog drinks it all, not spilling a single drop.

"He won't have enough left for the other dog" Benjy whispers to Caleb.

"Don't worry."

And there was nothing to worry about. The amount of pee Roy had was amazing and the second dog got even more then the first.

There are some holes in the dogs' latex, in the nipple area. Roy started with the cane, causing the nipples to break and bleed after ten hits. Then, using pliers, he pulls every nipple until they almost tear. Benjy tensed, but Roy knew where the line was and didn't overdo anything. The dogs whimpered and yelped like crazy.

Finally Roy stuffed each dog with a 9" [23 cm] long, 2½" [6½ cm] wide dildo, no lubing, which he pushed straight inside. The audience was clapping. Roy, all sweating and hard, smiled happily.

"I'm sorry Caleb," Benjy said.

"For what?"

"For doubting you. I almost gave up on this guy. He's good, really good."

Caleb went back to the stage, kicking the sobbing dogs on his way.

The tied slave looked more calm now but not for long. Caleb takes the Cat o'nine, the ends of the nine strings plated with metal and start working on the slave's body. The slave yells and cries but Caleb goes on and on until what is bound on the stage is no more a slave but a bleeding thing, torn skin everywhere.

The slave's ass got special attention from Caleb.

For the grand finale Caleb got rid of his leather pants and started forcefully fucking the slave. They are connected, screaming and sweating, and when Caleb all covered with the slave's blood cums, the crowd is shouting and roaring.

"How much money we make?" Roy asks.

"$700 in tips," Benjy said.

"Wow."

"Yeah, you guys did great. Terry and Paulo, the dogs, get $100 each. Evan, the main attraction, gets 200 bucks he was the amazing. That leave $140 for Caleb and $90 for you" Benjy finished the account.

"I give $50 of mine to Evan, he deserves it," Caleb said.

"I'll add $25 each to Terry and Paulo," added Roy.

"Okay."

"What about tonight?"

"Well Roy, you're warming up my show tonight."

"You serious?"

"Very serious, and I also owe you a huge apology."

"That's ok Benjy, Thank you so much."

***

Daniel and Marc sat at a small table at the Tasty Buns restaurant eating and talking. Daniel noticed three boys sitting near a table on the side, looking pretty lost.

"Wait a minute Marc, I'll be right back."

Daniel walked to the table where the three boys sat.

"Hi," he said.

"Hi," returned a boy with red hair.

"You look kind of lost, you new here?"

"Yes, we got here an hour ago. You know this town by any chance?"

Daniel smiled.

"You can say so, yes."

"We are looking for this place, it is called the slave barracks."

"Of all places here you are looking for the barracks, why?"

"That's why we came here, to be slaves."

"All three of you?" Daniel asked, slowly looking each one in the eyes.

"Yes," they answered in unison.

"I see my brother is going to work hard today."

***

"First, take off all your clothes and tell them goodbye. If you really want to become slaves you won't wear clothes unless your master gives you something."

The three boys stripped completely before Benjy even finished.

They stood in front of the barracks and Benjy examined their bodies.

As opposed to a lot of other slaves who came here after years of working the streets or in other clubs, these guys were right out of their homes. I wonder if it'll work Benjy thought.

Kyran's body was very white with two little brown nipples sticking out. Nate was darker and his nipples were pink and big. Adam's nipples had a ring piercing in each.

"You can keep the piercing," Benjy told him, "Some clients really like this stuff."

"Inside, quick."

The slave barracks were only lit with a pale light. Very long with a row of double bunk beds along the walls, and a bare concrete floor. Closets between the beds were full of the special costumes and toys. The slaves gathered around Benjy when he entered, followed by the three new slaves.

"We have three new slaves today, and I'm sure you'll accept them as needed. – Mike."

"Yes Sir," Mike said. At fifteen he was a senior slave and partly responsible for maintaining orders in the barracks.

"Explain the rules," Benjy said.

Mike stepped to the front, turned and stood at attention facing the three newbies.

"You are slaves, that is your name, or dogs or any other name your master wish to call you. As young slaves you will also be slaves to older slaves and have to obey without a word. Your body is ours we can do whatever we want with it. You will obey every order you get with no thought, no comment, immediately and in a perfect way. Disobeying, talking back, trying to get away, will result in a swift, heavy punishment. Understand so far?"

"Yes Sir," they answered together.

"Good. In addition you will train constantly. That's why usually you will experience pain not as punishment but for training and to keep you in line. You have no choice in that matter or any others, understood?"

"Yes Sir."

Benjy held out his right hand and one of the slaves handed him a bullwhip and landed it forcefully, cruelly, on Nate's back. Nate yelled and a long red stripe appeared on his back.

The bullwhip landed nine more times on his back and from there moved to Kyran's and Adam's back, ten whips each.

When Benjy finished the three of them were on the floor sobbing, with a red-purple back, some trickles of blood appearing on it.

Benjy left the barracks, leaving the three new slaves surrounded by the rest of the slaves.

"Come," José, big, tanned dark, age 15½, pulled Kyran toward him.

"My name is José but you will call me master. You are my slave. You can be released from me only if I get myself a new slave or if you can beat me in a fight. This is your bunk." He pointed at a bunk bed near the end of the room.

Pushing Kyran on the bunk José shoved his huge dick, which was very hard by now straight into his mouth.

"Suck, and it better be good."

Kyran knew how to deal with huge organs, Nate's dick was 7" [18 cm] long, but nothing prepared him for the thick 9" [23 cm] being shoved forcefully into his mouth.

He did everything to suck and get as much as he could in, José's dick making its way to his throat. He gagged a few times and had to breath through his nose. But the taste was good and his tongue licked every inch of the dick. He took it out of his mouth and moved to José's balls, which were enormous with a bit of hair on them. They were salty and he rolled them in his mouth, and than went back to the dick, devouring it in his mouth, licking it real good.

José was attached to him, Kyran's face buried in his crotch. His hands moved all over José's golden amazing body, his firm scarred butt, his back, and his chest.

José moaned and groaned, getting closer and closer to orgasm, finally cumming, choking Kyran with five huge, thick volleys of white, warm and tasty cum. Kyran swallowed it all in lust.

José sighed, "That was good slave, very."

In the next minutes José trained him getting whips from a leather belt, Kyran tied to bed and his whole back and ass turning redder and blistery from minute to minute.

Mike liked to share and invited Roger (who was forbidden to have slaves of his own) to celebrate on Nate. Nate, who started to wonder what the hell he and Kyran got themselves into, found out very quickly lying on his back, hot wax dripping on his chest, dick and balls.

He screamed but it didn't help much, and slowly but steadily his front body was covered with wax.

After this torture they turned him around, giving his ass, that was still very sore from the bullwhip earlier, a thorough treatment with the paddle. 25 hits made his ass sting but it was only the beginning.

He yelled at the top of his lungs when the cane hit his back and started crying after the third hit, but he got seven more anyway.

And that's how, with a painful body, he found his face buried in Mike's white ass. His tongue made its way inside, licking everything. It wasn't very clean inside but Nate didn't mind, it was better than being whipped. The taste was weird but cool and he tried to push his tongue as deep as he could, causing Mike to moan.

From the other end Roger put his dick in Nate's hole. Roger had a thin dick, but with 10" [25 cm] length it doesn't really matter. He went in and in and then got all the way out and went back in in one thrust. Nate wanted to scream but couldn't. His dick probably thought other ways because it grew to its full 8" [20 cm] length.

Roger fucked and fucked and Nate thought it'd never end. After ten minutes Mike turned around and put his dick in Nate's mouth, fucking his face. He was now full from both directions, and both fuckers went with full force. After 15 more minutes Mike came and Nate drank it all. Roger came inside his ass but he had to lick his dick, which was almost 30 minutes in his ass, clean. They tied him, to bed and used nipple clamps on him, but by then he could already control his wails of pain.

Paulo got Adam as his slave. Paulo was one of the sweetest boys in all of Peckertown, very cute, slim with bronze color body and shining eyes.

"Actually I don't think I can be a good master. I mean I'm really not into it, so you just better beat me up a little and you can go," Paulo told him.

"But I don't wanna beat you, really."

"Why not, you could be free by doing that."

"Who told you I want to be free? I came here to be a slave."

"Why?"

"I dunno. I guess I always missed something but only lately I found out what it is. I need someone to take care of me constantly, to control me. Weird, right?"

"Not really, that's why most of the boys are here."

"Besides, there are so many boys here, living together. I think it's the most intimate community I could find, and I kind of need that, You know, soul mates, people who are similar to you, feel like you. You are all friends here, right."

"Not all, but yes, you can say so."

"What about you Paulo?"

"Well, I just came here after two years on the streets. Being slave and practicing S&M was what I knew best so I went to the barracks. I never regretted it, I really like it here, the slaves, the masters, the shows, even the clients, I usually enjoy."

"That's cool, I hope I'll feel like that sometime."

"Why not start now. I'll show you around, show you some toys and costumes."

They started walking, stopping in front of a big closet.

"Here we keep most of our dildos," Paulo explained, opening the doors.

It seemed like there were hundreds of dildos and butt plugs inside, all shapes and colors, all sizes. Adam took one out it was a 16" [40 cm] long 4" [10 cm] wide plastic tube shaped like a dick.

"You want to tell me that a guy can take this whole monster in?" he asked amazed.

"Yes, I know a few, and there are even bigger ones."

"Wow, you think I could one of the days?"

"If you practice I'm sure you can. We can start now."

Adam lay on one of the beds and Paulo chose a 9" [23 cm] long 2" [5 cm] wide black butt plug.

"You want me to get some lube?" he asked.

"No, just push it in, I'll be okay."

Paulo started slowly pushing the butt plug in. It was hard because Adam was so tight, and it barely got in, but finally, after almost 20 minutes all of it was inside, Adam writhing and sweating on the bed.

"You okay man, I can take it out if you want and replace it with something smaller."

"No, no," he groaned, "Just give me a few minutes."

After about fifteen minutes he got up with Paulo' help and limped toward another closet, the black end of the plug hardly seen sticking out of his white bubble butt.

"Here you can find all sorts of toys," Paulo said, opening the closet, "just tell me what you like."

Adam chose a ball spreader and Paulo had it and a cock ring on him in five seconds.

"You won't be able to come with these on you know."

"I don't mind master, you decide when I deserve to cum."

Paulo smiled.

A black, thick, studded collar was put on Adam's neck.

"We only need a leash and you'll be a perfect dog."

"Do you have clamps with metal chain connecting them? I saw it in some pictures and always wanted to try it."

When Paulo connected the first clamp to his right nipple a white wave of pain shot in his body. After a few seconds it subsided and then he felt the second clamp digging into his left nipple.

Paulo tugged on the chain a few times, enjoying seeing Adam jumping in place, trying not to yell.

"Man, you are cute, you know that?"

Adam blushed.

They returned to Paulo's bunk.

"Paulo, can I…"

"What."

"Suck you off?"

"Sure."

Paulo's dick was 5" [12½ cm] thin but it was smooth and tasty. While sucking it all in Adam played with his balls and foreskin, making Paulo moan. One of Adam's fingers slipped inside Paulo's asshole, and with that he shot his hot load inside Adam's eager mouth, which swallowed it all.

Paulo untied Adam's ball spreader and cock ring.

"Now you deserve to cum," he said.

"Wait, can you pee on me, it makes me really hot. I will jack of while you it, is it okay?"

"Yeah."

Paulo led Adam to the shower room; the only place water sports and scat were allowed. Adam lay on his back and Paulo stood above him, aiming his now soft dick towards his body. The yellow stream started pouring out of his dick, falling in streams on Adam's chest, crotch and even hair and face. Ten seconds later Adam came with huge four volleys, which they both licked clean together.

"God, I never felt like that, you are great Paulo."

"Thanks." Paulo gave Adam a wet kiss on his mouth, which sent the new slave flying to the roof, blasting from happiness.

***

The next day Caleb came to the barracks, putting cuffs on Nate and Adam, leading them at the end of a leash and naked to the Leather Fun House.

The Leather Fun House was connected to the Little Leather Club and you could find bound boys in a series of rooms. For a fee you could do something with them according to the room's type: sucking room, fucking room, rimming room, spanking room, whipping room, electricity room, the room of huge things, needles room and they occasionally added more rooms according to ideas of tourists. The original idea was Scotty's and they made a lot of money from the Fun House.

Nate was assigned to the electricity room and Kyran to the spanking room.

From 09:00 to 17:00 (first shift) with a short break to drink and eat, Kyran was forced to get what seemed like hundreds of slaps on his butt, from hands ($5 for 10 slaps) and paddles ($5 for 5 hits).

It stung at first. Later the flesh was soft and the temperature of iron that just got out of fire. After about 200 slaps he stopped feeling, his flesh red and full of blisters. He fainted a couple of times and cried endlessly, and that made the clients even more excited. Caleb or Roy came around periodically, talking to him and smearing balm on his ass.

In the electricity room Adam was tied standing, inside his ass shoved thick electrical dildo 8" x 2½" [20 x 6½ cm]. His dick and balls were connected with electrodes.

The basic price there was $5 and you added $5 more for increasing the electricity level up one level. Adam jumped and yelped in pain all the day and his hole lost all sensation, but his dick and balls still felt everything.

***

Meanwhile in the barracks Benjy trained Kyran. The subject was dildos.

Adam lay on his stomach, tied to the bunk, his ass spread and in the air.

"How do you feel?"

"I'm fine master."

"Good. I'm not going to use lube so it'll probably hurt a lot."

Kyran smiled.

The first dildo was only 6" long 1" wide [15 x 2½ cm]. It went in easily only making Kyran moan quietly while his dick got hard.

The second one was bigger, 8" long 2" thick [20 x 5 cm]. Here the entering was more difficult. Kyran moved inconveniently and shouted when Benjy pushed it in with force. Benjy was already sweating and his body gleamed but finally it all went in and Kyran's eyes filled with tears.

"You okay Kyran," Benjy asked, catching himself too late calling a slave his first name. Softening, not good.

"Yes master."

He moved the dildo in Kyran's ass a few minutes than took it out, replacing it with a 10" long 3" wide [25 x 7½ cm] piece of equipment, also known as the deadly bull.

Here the job was very difficult and it took him almost 45 minutes to get it all in. He put his hand on Kyran's sweating shivering body and patted his hair till he calmed down. In this kind of practice he knew he had to be gentle with the rest of the body.

Finally it all went in and he could even fuck Kyran with it a little.

The last stage was fisting. He started with one finger, than two and three that made no effect. When the fourth finger entered Kyran started to groan.

Benjy put a calming hand on his chest.

"Are you ready slave?"

"Yes master."

"Tell me what are you ready for."

"For your fist master. For you pushing your whole fist inside my ass."

Benjy pushed five fingers and very slowly his whole fist sunk in, and than his arm, more and more.

Kyran struggled not to make a sound but couldn't and his wails of agony shook the walls.

"You want me to take it out?"

"N…No master, leave it in."

Benjy twisted the fist inside, moving it, and after more than twenty minutes took it out. It was covered with little blood but that was expected. The bleeding wasn't too bad, and the boy was able to take a fist inside his ass, that was something. In a few months, Benjy knew, the slave would be the most amazing anal guy in the barracks, and he already imagined the 14" long 5½" wide [35 x 12½ cm] dildo he had and the movies he saw with double fisting.

But in the meantime he wiped Kyran's tears off his eyes and kissed him gently on his cheek.

***

Adam and Nate limped into the slave barracks, supported by Roy. Roy wanted to give up the collar and leash up but knew the rules and had to drag the dog boys behind him It was 8:00 pm, almost the whole barracks were empty, and the slaves were working.

He put Adam and Nate gently on their bunk bed.

Caleb emerged from the training room and went toward them.

"How are they after the fun house?" he asked.

"They're okay, very strong boys you know."

"What about the porcupine. How's it going?"

That was something new Caleb wanted to try. The 12 years old Alvin was chosen to be the first.

"Come and see."

They both went to the training room and entered inside.

It was still almost completely empty. The new equipment due to arrive the next week.

In the corner, hands tied over its head with a rope, slumped what seemed at first look like a huge pink porcupine. But when Roy examined it he saw it was actually a little kid, totally shaved including hair. About 80 clothes pegs were connected to every point in his body: chest, stomach, nipples, ass, asshole, back, neck, nose, ears, cheeks, balls, dick, even to the skin of his skull. 50 long needles stuck out from various places on him. Roy knew how tight these clothes pegs were.

I prepared him with Benjy about six hours ago; it took us almost two hours to do it all. We had to give him something for the pains but he's holding up well. Benjy wants 24 hours for his first time.

They came closer to him.

"Alvin, are you awake?."

Alvin opened a pair of eyes and stared at them. He couldn't talk because of the peg on his mouth. His body was full of red marks and skin unnaturally spread on his body because of the clothes pegs.

"I saw this in a movie one of the tourist brought and got turned on to the idea."

"18 hours to go, hang in there."

Alvin barely nodded Caleb gave Roy a thin white cane; he held a similar one.

"You have to help his circulation a bit, and the cane helps, I think."

The sound a cane makes cutting through air is one of the favorites for Roy and Caleb. They were carried away for five minutes caning the porcupine, not missing a piece of flesh. Long red marks appeared on his body wherever there were no pegs or needles. Alvin didn't make a sound, he liked it and his dick got hard.

"Wow," Roy moaned when finished, "That was good."

"Roy, Benjy invited us for a party this weekend. He hired a hotel suite and wants you to bring some slaves, the new ones, what do you think?"

"Cool man, sure."

"I have to go arrange the Leather Fun House for tonight. Keep an eye on Alvin, okay?" Caleb said.

"Sure, have fun."

"I will."

And they went out of the training room.

***

Roy hesitantly knocked on the door. Benjy paid for the biggest suite in the hotel for this afternoon orgy and he was tensed the whole morning, waiting for two o'clock to finally come.

Benjy opened the door, nude. He was so beautiful with his 11 years old smooth body, cute little nipples and soft dangling 8" [20 cm] cock. Inside, naked of course, sat Caleb, Adam, Matt, Ralph, Kyran, Nate and Paulo.

"Come in," Benjy told him excited.

Roy entered, and started taking of his shirt, feeling his dick hardening.

"Before you take your clothes off Roy, I don't know if Caleb told you, but this little party is actually for you."

"For me?" Roy was surprised.

"Yes. From now on you are officially a master in Peckertown. And you don't need me or Caleb watching over you."

"Guys, Benjy… I…" Roy was almost crying.

"Was it so important to you?" Matt asked.

"Yeah, I dreamed about it since I was 7, almost 8 years. Thank you Benjy, honestly."

"Okay, now lets start the fun. Only sex today, the only difference between slaves and non-slaves in this room is that slaves wear leather collars, besides that… LET'S HAVE FUN."

Kyran and Nate jumped on Roy, mockingly tripping him down. Nate pushed almost all his face into Roy's ass, licking and sucking his hole deeper and deeper. Roy moaned in pleasure and than Kyran put his whole dick in his mouth.

Meanwhile Matt pushed his dick in and out of Adam's ass; who in return got an amazing blowjob from Paulo. Paulo was an artist and his wet mouth engulfed Adam's dick, sending waves of ecstasy and pleasure through his body.

Caleb went to Benjy, whispering in his ear, "I want to feel you inside me."

Benjy disconnected himself from Ralph's hot mouth and leaned Caleb against the wall. He entered his dick forcefully, busting Caleb's cherry, and started fucking him in a fast rhythm, taking short, quick breaths.

Ralph, whose dick was already 7" [18 cm] long pushed it into the hole of the 11 years old master, fucking him in the same rhythm he was fucking Caleb.

Matt lifted Adam in the air; his dick still shoved inside him, and took him to the end of the threesome. Now Adam could fuck Ralph and he was enjoying himself very much.

Paulo went to Caleb and put his Balls in his mouth, playing with them using his tongue and sucking the big, sperm filled balls. He licked Caleb's dick to its 8" [20 cm] length and started sucking on it like a lollypop.

Kyran went to the other end and pushed his head in Matt's ass, giving him the rim of his life. Roy took Kyran's ass and his dick made quite a mess in there.

Last one was Nate but he didn't have to think much. Over a year ago he found out the tastiest thing in the world was Kyran's dick.

After almost 15 minutes of sucking and fucking in a long chain of nine young boys and preteens, hot and sweating and full of sexual energy Benjy tried to say something.

"Guys," he moaned, "Don't cum yet. We have today," groan, "A new master."

They got the clue.

The chain disconnected and Roy found himself laying on the carpet, eight boys standing above him.

Matt came first, screaming and cumming all over Roy's face and hair.

After him Caleb and Kyran came, and Roy's face were covered with white stuff.

When Adam came Roy had to start swallowing the thick cum, but it tasted like a special cocktail with four different flavors.

The fifth to cum was Nate, and he came the most, covering Roy's chest with the sticky goo.

Sixth went Paulo, adding to the mess on Roy's chest.

Ralph couldn't cum because of sexual abuse when he was 9, but he made it to six dry orgasms.

Finally Benjy came, spilling straight to Roy's mouth. Roy tasted him with lust, perfectly cleaning the beautiful 8" [20 cm] connected to the amazing 11 years old boy.

The only one who was still hard and with a burning dick was Roy. It was obvious who would help him with that.

Adam impaled himself on Roy's dick, like a knife cutting through butter. Adam moved and jumped, fucking himself forcefully and it didn't take long for Roy to cum screaming.

Adam stood up and put his mouth on Roy's cock, swallowing it, cleaning the slimy goo of ass juices and cum.

Then Roy put his hand on Adam's back of the neck and gently brought his head close to his face and they kissed.

"I think we have a new couple here," Caleb said with a smile to Benjy.

"I'm not ready to give him up yet as a slave. He just came here and he's great."

"Don't worry, if there's anyone who can manage a slave boyfriend still working and in the barracks it's Roy."

And Caleb kissed Benjy on his lips, pushing his tongue into Benjy's mouth.

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