Sidney Gittler

Arkansas Vacation

Chapters 32-34

John and Carlos of Usenet boy love groups are in the story. I don't know them, where they are or if they're really gay and any familial relationships are totally fictional.
For those of you who are interested in the background of Captain Morgan, Timmy and the rest of their party please check out my story Timmy in Chains.

Big Sol met Daniel and me at the front door of the Big Lick Ice Cream Parlor. He'd invited us to a special show and was obviously nervous.

"Hi Sol," I said as we shook hands.

"Hi, thanks for coming. Got this new opening act for the Trips trying out tonight and I want your opinion. Just got to promise me this is one you won't steal."

"Unless your nephews tell us to we won't," Daniel said and we laughed as we walked in.

"Don't think so. Unlike Boydini this one isn't in their league," Big Sol said as he seated us at our usual stage center table. We were halfway through our sundaes when the house lights dimmed and Big Sol picked up the microphone.

"Welcome everybody, tonight is the premier performance of our new opening act. I'm sure you'll find him attractive and talented. He's new in town so lets give a big Peckertown welcome to Quincy!"

The curtain rose to a bare stage except for a chair with a small box on it. As applause began an extremely good-looking naked boy slowly walked to the chair from the side. Quincy appeared to be about fourteen with dark brown hair that was cut short and parted to the right. His front bangs were dyed blond. He had hazel eyes and a freckled nose. He smiled at the people in the room watching him and we saw he had a retainer.

"Hi everybody, I'm Quincy and I hope y'all enjoy my little show."

Quincy put the box down on the floor then sat down on the chair. He spread his legs far apart giving us all a great view of his crotch. Quincy's penis was six cut inches [15 cm] of hard boyness. His bush of light brown pubic hair trimmed and his low hanging balls were shaved clean.

As a soft rock instrumental began playing Quincy reached into the box and pulled out two items. The first was a ten-inch [25 cm] long purple dildo, and the other a tube of KY jelly. Quincy squeezed out a large glob of KY onto his throbbing dick and smeared it all over.

I could tell that Quincy would need this lube. His doctor had made his circumcision real tight with no loose skin to play with. He then squirted a large glob of jelly onto the dildo and rubbed it all over the purple toy. Quincy took a hold of his hard penis with his right hand and started to stroke it. At the same time he started to push the dildo up his ass.

We were all amazed at seeing the ten-inch [25 cm] long and three-inch [7½ cm] thick dildo slide all the way up Quincy's ass so easily. On first observation his hole hadn't looked that big or loose. Quincy then put the base of the dildo into a little hole we hadn't noticed before in the chair. The small hole held the dildo in place.

Quincy lifted himself and then sat back down, fucking himself on the sex toy. He used his free left hand to rub his balls. While rubbing his balls, he kept them pulled up so they would not be in the way of our view of the dildo going in and out of his boy pussy.

Quincy let go of his balls and reached into the box. He pulled out two clothespins and he attached one to each of his nipples. We could see his nipples turn from pink to an angry red color, but we could tell the pain he was feeling in his nipples was a good pain he was enjoying.

Quincy's hand started to speed up the stroking of his dick and he took hold of his balls again. We saw his balls had pulled up a little closer to his body but they were still hanging low. Since I was sitting right next to the stage I was able to tell that Quincy was squeezing his balls pretty hard. If he was squeezing an egg right then, the egg would have crunched and yoke would of been dripping down to the floor.

Quincy had his eyes closed and was moaning and groaning in pleasure as he yanked his crank.

Quincy stopped stroking his dick and used his thumb, index, and middle finger and gave a few pulls on his dick in slow motion. A big bead of pre-cum leaked out the piss hole and leaked down the shaft, then down the skin bag of balls, then dripped off in a long string that stayed attached to his scrotum for a few seconds and then broke off and landed on the stage with a splat.

Quincy stood up off of the chair, and lay down on his back on the floor. He lifted his legs up and then put his knees down by the side of his head, right next to his ears.

Quincy started to jerk his cock again, while at the same time he used his left hand to fuck his hot ass with the dildo.

Quincy's balls slowly became tighter to his body and because of that, they bounced around less. Quincy's highly erotic moaning and other sounds made the background music inaudible. Every customer drooled from their mouths and dicks. I'd drooled so much pre-cum there was a very visible wet spot on the front of my white polo shorts. Daniel had his cock out and was slowly jerking off. Quincy stopped jacking his cock and opened his mouth wide. He aimed the tip of his dick at his mouth just in time. A big rope of semen shot out of the piss slit and fired into his mouth. He then gave his dick two fast strokes and then another blast of cum shot out and once again went into his opened mouth. Five very large and thick ropes of sperm shot of Quincy's dick and landed inside his mouth. He then leaned his head upwards and was able to milk out two large dribbles of cum into his mouth. Now that he had drained his nuts into his mouth he closed his lips and swallowed his own cum.

Quincy then pulled the dildo out of his ass and dropped it in the box. He stood up and bowed to the room full of people who were all clapping. As Quincy bowed again, the house lights came up and Quincy jumped off the stage smiling and waving to the clapping crowd. He picked up a basket and started walking around to collect his tips.

Daniel and I turned to Big Sol and gave him two thumbs up. Handed Quincy a twenty along with a word of praise.

We hung around for the Trips' show because they'd have been pissed as hell if we hadn't but my mind couldn't stray from Quincy. His accent was pure Brooklyn despite the "y'all" he'd thrown in. Up close I'd seen the faint lines of numerous welts all over his back. I knew a lot of, if not most of, the boys who ended up in Peckertown had experienced abuse. The marks were just too uniform though, his act too polished.

On stage Richie Olson was being plugged at each end. The sight of three identical triplets having sex had my cock hard and dripping again. I put my thoughts aside as Lance kept plugging his brother's ass while jerking his cock. When he looked over I shook my head and he nodded.

Five minutes later the three fifteen-year-olds spread out across the stage and shot the loads we'd turned down over eager front row customers. Face it; I've tasted enough of their loads over the two and a half years I've lived here. We waited till the brothers made their way to us after collecting their tips and after a succession of kisses and gropes Daniel and I started walked to the car.

"What do you think of Quincy?" I asked after we were out of the parking lot.

"Cute, nice act as an opening but not main. You wondering about those scars down his back?"

"Glad you noticed them too, and yes I am. That's a Brooklyn accent he has and only an expert master could have produced those scars."

"So you're wondering if Captain Morgan or somebody else sent him down?" Daniel said as he turned onto our street.

"Yep, between the accent, the marks and the act he's a big question waiting to be answered. Even though I know it's probably nothing."

"This from the guy who dreamt about Benjy calling me bro before you'd ever seen us together? I'll give it some credence," my Lion said as he shut the car down in the garage. "Now I've got one question for you."

"Shoot," I said.

He smiled and flipped his long black hair, "could do that here but I'd rather do it up in our bed lover."

I leaned over and we kissed deep and hard before we headed upstairs. It was a warm night for early December so it didn't take long for us to be naked and in bed. I looked across the bed at the most beautiful, the handsomest man in the world. And at sixteen my love was all man.

"I love you," I said.

He grinned, "you're just saying that because I'm naked."

I grabbed him and pulled him over to me. Our lips locked and seconds later we were playing a fierce game of tonsil hockey. While we kissed our hands roamed over familiar skin. Lion just as hairless as the day we'd met and his body still smooth and silky.

Slowly, reluctantly I responded to his desire to break the kiss. As quietly as a lion going in for the kill he turned around and inhaled my cock. I gasped and took his boy meat in before I closed my mouth. We slowly began sucking each other off. Enjoying the texture, the flavor of the one I loved. Daniel's finger touched my entrance and I reflexively opened to admit it, and soon its mate. I groaned around his cock knowing the joy that was to come. His fingers massaged my prostate as I slowly sucked his manhood. Can't begin to tell you the sensations coursing through me.

Yes I can. Simple really, just need one word. Love. OK, two words, second being lust.

The love of my life rubbed my prostate again and I filled his gorgeous throat with my seed. He kept sucking and working till I knew there was no more to feed him and I collapsed back on the bed. Daniel's thick cock flopped out of my mouth dripping saliva and precum.

We smiled at each other.

"Make love to me," I said.

His smile widened.

Gently he raised my legs to his shoulders and placed his cock at my hole and slowly pushed in. Greedily my love canal drew him in till his balls were brushing my cheeks.

"Feels so good," I said.

"You're so tight tonight," Daniel said.

"Make love to me," I said.

And he did. Long slow strokes, out so just his head was in and then all the way back in. Felt him grow longer and thicker as his precum lubed the way. I let him do all the work and just gloried in the feelings. Watched in amazement as my spent cock rose again.

Soon he sped up his strokes and shortened them. His breathing came in the short gasps I knew so well.

"Oh love, take my love," he called. As he erupted he roared his Lion roar.

Margaret knocked on the door before opening it and ushered John and Carlos in. Yes that John and Carlos, two of the most famous boys in the history of boy appreciation newsgroups. From the time they were about five to now in their teens they've been giving vicarious pleasure to millions of men. Unfortunately behind those smiling pictures were a couple of men taking advantage of and selling them. Dave Logan and the rest of Samurai Inc. rescued them and brought them here to Peckertown several weeks ago. If you want to read the whole story read chapters 10 and 11 of the Samurai Inc. series. Leave it as they're here, free, happy and still scared that the man they escaped from will come after them.

John's still blond but his hair is longer than you probably remember. He's 5'8" [1.73 m] which is a couple inches taller than Carlos whose been working out with weights and with Wang on self-defense since they arrived. They wore matching navy sweatpants and shirts with the shirt zippers pulled halfway down revealing their smooth chests.

After settling down and a couple minutes of chit chat Carlos looked at John who nodded.

"Marc, Daniel, we know you're busy so this is why we asked to see you. There's two things. First we're ready to start doing something. Thing is we don't know how to do anything besides model and have sex. We don't want to whore anymore, at least not now. While we don't mind modeling really we want something more."

"Any idea what?" Daniel said.

"Something small, maybe a store of some kind," Carlos said and started crying.

Daniel and John each had arms around him before I could move.

"His father owned a small store in southern Mexico. Hasn't seen them since Evans stole him. Doesn't even know if they're still alive," John said.

"Don't even remember what they look like. Just the little cantina padre and madre ran on first floor of our house. That's what I want," Carlos said as he turned to John.

"Then it's what I want my love," John said.

Daniel moved back to his chair while John and Carlos held hands. I decided to wait before asking Carlos if he wanted to find his parents because it was too soon and because John hadn't said anything about his.

"And the second thing?" I prompted.

"We're scared about this big meeting Benjy's hosting. The one for all the slave masters from all over the world. Afraid Anderson or especially Evans may come and if they know were here try kidnap us or if they can't try and kill us," John said.

I looked at Daniel.

"They have to know."

I nodded. "Evans is coming. Captain Morgan felt he had to invite him as one of the biggest slaveholders in South America. We don't know if he knows you're here."

"We're dead," Carlos moaned.

"No, you are not dead and we will not let anything happen to you. There are things we can do from increasing security around the farm to moving you to another location," Daniel said.

"We've even been in touch with Logan and the rest of Samurai Inc. They've been working with Kenny and Scott and if they can as many of them as possible will be here. You've met Cody, did you hear his story, what happened to his parents?" I said.

They nodded.

"Sheriff knows he can't arrest Evans on sight but if does anything to go after you or hurt anybody besides one of his own slaves he'll be in solitary confinement right next to the defrocked Rev. Erickson. Even in this state people, especially cops and cons hate people who hurt children."

Carlos smiled for the first time since we'd gotten down to business. Smile said Evan's wouldn't be able to help himself.

***

Shortly after they left Benjy came in with a man I hadn't seen in years.

"Bart Jackson isn't it. Haven't seen you since the last time I was at Captain Morgan's," I said.

"See you found your nirvana Fogel," the medium height, black haired stocky man said.

"Oh yes, this is my partner and assistant Daniel Jorgenson."

Bart smiled.

"Don't even think about it," I said.

"I've set him up with Paulo for later. Test for both of them," Benjy said.

"In that case we'd better get down to business. We've got just under two weeks before our guests start arriving," Daniel said.

That's a meeting I won't bore you with. You'll see what happens as I tell it.

***

It was after one when the two of us finally crossed the street to the Tasty Buns for lunch. We slipped into our usual booth up by the counter and Shawn came over and took our order. As he brought our beers the bells over the front door rang and we looked over.

Quincy walked through the door and looked around. He was wearing a Yankees tee and shorts with sneakers. Would have looked at home at Coney Island instead of several hundred miles southwest.

"Shawn, ask him to join us, name's Quincy," I said.

"Yes boss." I swatted his cute behind as he went.

It took Shawn a couple of minutes to convince Quincy to join us.

"You were at the show last night, sitting up front," Quincy said as he slid in next to Daniel.

"Yea, and you were good. Make a fine opening act for the Trips for as long as you want to I guess," Daniel said.

"Thanks and coming from you guys it means a lot. Big Sol told me who you were after the show. Why I was a little nervous about coming over."

"I hope he didn't tell you we bite," I said with a chuckle.

He grinned, "Na, that he'd kill me if you hired me away. Told him not to worry."

"Good, so how long you been here?" Daniel asked.

"About a month, had some money saved before I split so could rehearse and figure out where to apply. Went into the Big Lick one day, met Lance and that was that."

"Maybe that's why Lance's been smiling a bit more than usual recently. You two been," Daniel made a circle with two fingers and stuck the middle of the other through the hole.

Quincy blushed and nodded. "Moved in last week. He and I have one bedroom and Bobbie and Richie have the other one on the floor. What a wild beginning, so much more than I expected when I left home."

"Brooklyn?" I said.

"Jersey?" he said and we both laughed.

"Couldn't get enough action back home?" Daniel asked as Shawn dropped off three hamburger deluxe and another round of beer.

"Got more action than I wanted, and not the way I wanted it. Story you guys probably heard a thousand times. 'Rents through me out when they found me in bed with my boyfriend. Worked streets till got grabbed off streets and became a kept houseboy until he and his friends tired of me and replaced me with a ten-year-old. Threw me out in pair of running shorts. Heard of here so worked long enough to pay way down," Quincy finished his tale and then his beer.

"Another?" Daniel asked.

Quincy shook his head. "Thanks, I'm ok. Basically, just hate talking about then."

"You know the health clinic has various discussion groups for boys with different experiences, issues. When you're ready maybe you could check one out," I said.

"Maybe. Lance suggested the same thing but I'm not ready. Want to settle in new life before dealing with old," he shrugged. "Was there a reason you wanted to talk to me?"

I thought about it for a second but decided to be honest. "I got a feeling while watching you last night that worried me because of something that's coming up in town in a couple of weeks. But I think I understand it now."

"The master convention? What kind of feeling?"

"That you were a slave, and basically that's what you were even if you never thought of yourself that way," I said.

He grinned, "thought I was a spy? Cool."

Daniel and I laughed.

Daniel leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. "Glad you're not. I'd hate it if Lance got hurt in any way."

"Wow, welcome and warning in one second," he kissed Daniel's cheek," don't worry Lion. I feel things for Lance I didn't know I could feel any more."

"Yankees or Mets?" I asked.

"Yankees of course," Quincy said pointing to his shirt.

"Cool," I said.

"Not another one," Daniel said and we all laughed.

***

We were returning from lunch with Lance and Quincy two days later when Margaret came rushing out of the office with our car keys in hand.

"Get down to Leather now. Emergency!" she yelled as she tossed the keys to me.

"What?" Daniel yelled at his cousin.

"Slave's hurt bad, other injuries. That's all Roy said."

"Make sure ambulance and police are on their way," I said as I slipped behind the wheel.

It took us five minutes to get downtown and pull into the club's lot. There were police cars and two ambulances in front. Some police officers were keeping the crowd out but waved us right through.

I tried to make sense of what was happening inside the club. At the far end I saw Wang with a bunch of the slaves. From what I could see they were scared but unharmed. Could smell blood though and knew it was more than just what was produced during the lunch show.

"Daniel, Marc, back here!"

We looked up and saw Benjy's lover Roger waving at us from the stage. As we slipped through the crowd could see the place was a mess. Looked back as climbed the stage and saw a naked man in handcuffs being held on the floor.

"How's Benjy?" Daniel asked as we reached Roger.

"Unhurt, everybody's waiting for you in his office. They'll explain."

As we went through the backstage area to the offices the smell of blood became worse and at the end of the corridor where the hall to the private rooms lay we saw the paramedics working. I started down there but one of Sheriff Whitewater's men stopped me and pointed toward the office.

I went, reluctantly, but I went.

Benjy was on the couch and Roger and Daniel went that way. The Sheriff was behind the desk and I went that way.

"What happened?" I asked.

"One of your boys got attacked in a back room and it wasn't just an overzealous customer."

"D2?" I asked.

"The world's richest slave. Mother's trial is coming up and this may be another of her stunts."

D2, or more properly Damien Robinson Jr., had come to Peckertown after being outed publicly and humiliated by his mother. Father was richest man in town and paid for Damien to come to Peckertown. Mother had father murdered and then went after Damien, or D2, as he preferred. Mother wanted the money he was inheriting, maybe to buy the jury.

"How bad and what happened?"

"He's cut bad, paramedics said they couldn't tell if," Whitey shrugged.

"Damn it, stayed because he thought it was safer as slave."

"Sit Marc and I'll tell you what happened. You know I hate looking up for too long."

I sat and waited while a deputy handed him a note.

"Ok, here's what we have," Whitey said, "this guy, you probably saw him on the floor out there."

I nodded.

"He's been coming here every other day for a week or so, always the lunch performance. Couple days ago he took a boy into the back after the show without any problems. Today he pointed D2 out as the one he wanted and when the show was over they headed back. As with the other boy he tied his hands to the pole. Picks up one of the belts and starts working on D2's stomach with it. Again same as the other day and nothing extreme so security keeps the camera going from one room to another.

"First run through back he's still whipping, but second pass he's pulling knife out of stomach and getting ready to plunge it back in. Got to give kid credit he hit the alarm buttons instantly then yelled into the speaker. To late to stop the second stab but stopped him before he could go for throat on the third. Caleb was first one there and got his whip around the guys throat and pulled him away but when the guy whirled he slashed Caleb on the arm and may have sliced something."

"Shit."

Whitey nodded and another deputy came up to him so I looked around. Benjy was sitting between his lover and his brother and holding on to them. Saw Roy along the wall and signaled him over.

"Yes Sir?"

"Does Matt know?" I said referring to Caleb's partner.

Roy blushed and raced out of the room.

"Dr. Schwartz just got here with his partner. He's with D2."

I sighed with relief. The doctor worked a town over but was on call for all slave injuries and as a boy lover took special interest in serious cases involving Peckertown's boys. "Anything on the guy?"

"Nothing much, identification has him from Iowa City which makes sense but nothing more. When Caleb got slashed he jerked the whip and knocked the guy out in a second. Hasn't said anything to us since he woke up."

"Well, get him out of here as soon as you can. Can I have Wang take the rest of the boys home? They looked scared out there."

"Tommy Ray, help Wang get them on the bus and escort them back to the new barracks. Sit outside and make sure nobody bothers them."

"Sure Sheriff, something like this has to really frighten the boys," the deputy said and left.

Ten minutes later we heard the police sirens go off followed ten minutes later by an ambulance. Roy stuck his head in. Caleb's on his way to the hospital. Dr. Schwartz wants the two of you out there.

Twenty-two seconds later we stood at the end of the hall as the paramedics finished loading D2 on the stretcher.

"Marc, whoever hit the alarm gets a bonus. Another cut and Damien would be dead and not have a 50-50 chance."

"Thank God," I said.

"Whitey, in front of me and the other techs the boy said that the man told him his mother sent him to finish the job."

"Coming through," the ambulance driver said. I won't describe how D2 looked.

"Doc, I'm going to need that in writing by you and as many of the others who can honestly say they heard it. Don't want any lying over this," the Sheriff said.

"Don't need to," the doctor said and hurried away.

I turned and walked back into the office and knelt in front of the three boys.

"D2 is alive and Dr. Schwartz says he has at least a 50-50 chance of surviving. The rest of the boys are back in the barracks with a police guard in front."

"Have to go check on them," Benjy whispered, "Did he say how Caleb is?"

"Won't know till they operate but he's a hero too, hadn't pulled the guy back with the whip D2 would be dead and if he hadn't knocked him out others might have been hurt."

The second ambulance left and the Sheriff walked back in. "Benjy, the crime scene crew is going to be another few hours. Can you cancel the rest of today's performances?"

Benjy looked at me, he'd reverted to being a boy. I looked up and nodded. "Roy, put a sign up saying we're closed to Friday lunch. We'll need that extra day to put everything and everyone back together."

"Captain Morgan and his party are coming on Friday," Benjy said.

"We'll be ready," Daniel said and hugged his little brother.

"Roger, take him home," I said.

Benjy shook his head. "Roy, you're in charge here, cooperate fully with the police. Close the back area and get them home. Roger, I've got to go see my boys first, make sure they're ok, tell them that, that everything's going to be ok and they're off till Friday. Daniel, can you call the clinic and get the team over to the barracks in an hour?"

"Sure bro, but as soon as they're there I want you home," Daniel said.

Benjy looked at me and I saw some of the master back. I smiled and nodded.

As everybody went I turned back toward Whitey.

"You've got a tough balancing act don't you?" he said.

I laughed, "Never thought of it that way but yes. Times it's hard to remember that Daniel's 16 and Benjy's only 12. Dealing with boys who've been thrown into men's roles when they should be in school passing notes to their boyfriends."

Whitey patted me on the back, "Glad you're here for them."

"You too, never fails to amaze me how the old redneck southern sheriff has taken to us."

"Just sunburn my friend, just sunburn," Whitey said and walked out.

"Ready Marc?" Daniel said as he hung the phone up.

I nodded and we returned to the Tasty Buns to fill his father in.

***

Noon at Friday we were standing in front of the vacant In-Boy-Inn as two stretch limousines pulled up front. Out of the back of the first car stepped a black man even bigger than Zeus. His eyes scanned us then the surrounding area. Finally he raised his right hand and a younger white man in his twenties exited the second car and opened its rear door.

A white man in his late forties came out and stretched. Something over six foot [1.80 m] tall with a slender but obviously muscular build. Thick blond shoulder length hair framed a handsome but firm face. He stepped aside and two boys came out and stood on each side of him. A third, older boy had emerged from the first car. After stretching that boy reached back in and dragged two naked, chained, hairless boys, one Hispanic and one Asian, out and onto the asphalt.

Benjy in full leathers walked up to the man and bowed. The man returned it.

"Welcome to Peckertown Captain Morgan. I hope that everything is to your satisfaction and that everything goes well this week," Benjy said.

"Glad to finally be here, a place where I can truly legally be myself. It was quite impressive driving here and through the town. To see so many sexy and willing boys in one place," Morgan said.

"And we'll have boys aplenty willing to do your bidding."

"I'd like to introduce my party. The rather imposing black gentleman is Hercules and the other gentleman is Dave, he refuses a more dramatic name."

"Welcome gentlemen," Benjy said as he shook their hands.

"The boy over there is Egor, he's Russian but his English is improving. This tall boy on my right is Roger and on my left is his younger brother Timmy. He is the One."

"May I touch him?" Benjy asked. Captain Morgan nodded and Timmy held out his right hand. Tenderly Benjy took it in both hands and looked at the boy. The boy was his own age and while slender not much shorter. He saw a slight resemblance then felt a tingling in his hands but didn't let go. Wondered if the power he felt as a young master was related to Timmy's power. He kissed the hand and stepped back.

"Captain?" Timmy said.

"Proceed."

"Master Benjy, forgive my impertinence but do you need healing?"

Those of us waiting looked at each other as Benjy turned toward Captain Morgan. "With your permission sir."

"Ask and if it is within his power we will grant it."

"Slave Timmy, my pain is mental because of injuries to one of my slaves and my assistant master that were caused beyond the realm of their duties and I was powerless to prevent though I know they were not my fault. Their pain still pains me."

"You are a good and wise master as my master has been to me and my brother. You would like me to try and heal them?"

"It would mean going to the hospital but yes if your master gives his permission," Benjy said.

"Benjy, as host of this unparalleled event I was going to give you the first test of Timmy's abilities. Because it's been a long day of traveling I would prefer if we could wait to tomorrow morning."

"As you wish and thank you Captain. Now may I introduce you to the rest of your hosts."

When he reached me Morgan smiled broadly. "Good to see you again Marc, you've been missed in your old New York haunts."

"I enjoyed them and especially yours Captain, but I've found my place and my home here," I said.

"I'm glad for you and if it wasn't for Benjy and your club I'd have a branch here. Just don't know how you choose who to take home at night."

"Don't have to choose. Let me present my assistant general manager and my lover Daniel Jorgenson."

Morgan gave Daniel a long look and I couldn't blame him. He was wearing slacks and a dress shirt with the first three buttons undone, his smooth muscular chest visible. He'd worn his long black hair loose and it stopped well below his shoulder blades.

"Marc you are one very lucky man," Morgan said as he shook Daniel's hand. "And you my new friend are one very lucky young man."

"Thank you Sir. Been looking forward to meeting you, hard to find somebody my brother holds in such high regard."

Morgan smiled and moved on to Zeus and Daniel took my hand. "He's right you know. You are a lucky man."

"He had one thing wrong."

"What's that?"

"You're a very lucky boy, not a very lucky young man."

He kissed me to end the exchange.

"Told you," Morgan said from further down the line.

I turned my attention to Timmy and his brother and wondered how Morgan got his hands on two white kids who looked right out of suburbia.

Over supper Morgan made Roger tell the story. Part hot, part scary, part heartbreaking and two parts amazing. First amazing part was Roger having tortured, used and sold his brother. The second was Timmy's accepting it as having been preordained and still loving his brother. How Roger himself had accepted being gay and a slave so quickly, though not with the same passivity as his younger brother. Roger now watched over Timmy as much as Morgan's bodyguard/trainers. Same look on him as when Benjy's Roger is in bodyguard mode, which after all is his job. Morgan took over when it got to the final testing. Could never have taken the knife to either boy regardless of how sure I was. But Benjy and Roy were nodding, totally engrossed by the story. Asking for more details, and the Captain loved it.

We used the limos in the morning and it was really enjoyable. There is something special to lounging in the back of the big car, drinking juice from the bar and watching the Captain's homemade porn tapes on the TV. All the while being driven by a chauffer. Only problem is that there is no way such ostentation worked in Peckertown.

Dr. Schwartz was waiting for us at the main entrance and took us up to the two adjoining private rooms in the Intensive Care Unit. Despite the difference in their roles they were virtually the same age. While D2 was a rich slave Caleb had become a successful master and could afford what he wanted. Of course since his boyfriend manages one of our apartment buildings there weren't many basic needs. Funny thing is that Caleb loves S&M and being a master while Matt loves to watch but can't stand being an 'S' or and 'M.' But they both agree they 'L' each other.

"I never thought I'd see the day that I'd go along with mystical treatment," Dr. Schwartz said.

"I never thought I'd have one with the power in my trust. What is the condition of the two boys?" Captain Morgan said.

"As it currently stands both boys will survive but never work again. Even if D2 heals completely there would be too much risk of reopening the wounds. Even if Timmy can do everything you claim I'd still have my doubts."

"Can understand that, outside of one incident of self-healing and then his brother as a young boy he's never undertaken something this severe."

"Not even the final test Master?" Timmy asked.

Morgan shook his head, "I plunged and withdrew the knife neatly and made sure not to hit vital organs. The vermin who did this was trying to kill the boy."

Timmy nodded.

"Doc, you said Caleb wouldn't be able to work either. I know the slash was deep but why?" Benjy said.

"It hit bone and slashed everything in its path, probably even nicked the bone. We've got a lot of good people here and most of them worked on him that day but there's permanent damage to the arm. Not sure how much use he'll have of it."

"Any other damage besides the arm?" Benjy asked.

"No, just has to start therapy and see where he goes. In any event I'm sure the Jorgenson family will find a job for him."

"Let's just see if he can go back to what he loves," Morgan said.

"If nothing else knowing that he was going to meet the One has cheered him immensely. Let's do him first."

Matt was sitting in the chair when we entered and rose. Caleb, his arm heavily bandaged pushed himself up and tried straightening his hair.

His eyes locked on Timmy's, following the young boy as he walked next to his master. Timmy tugged on Morgan's arm and without breaking eye contact with Caleb made an unwrapping motion.

"Timmy would like you to take the bandages off if it's safe doctor."

"Please doctor, I want to feel his hands on me. This may be my only chance for full use of the arm."

"Caleb, even if this works it doesn't mean you can go back to being a master," Dr. Schwartz said.

"Please Dr. Schwartz, we went through that yesterday. Even if he can't heal me just to feel the One's hands on me will be."

"Easy love," Matt said taking Caleb's good hand.

"Timmy, I can take this outer wrapping off with no problem but there are some other bandages underneath that may be a little riskier."

"I understand Sir, but the closer I can touch the easier it will be for me."

"Son, do you know how you heal?"

"I know what I have to do and with my Master's blessing and God's will I will do my best," Timmy said.

Wordlessly the doctor lowered the bed and unwrapped the arm. Daniel headed out the door and it was only through force of will that I didn't follow him. Between the slash and the surgery the arm was a mess. Even Benjy looked a little pale so I put my arm on his shoulder. He looked up and smiled.

Timmy stood next to the doctor, eyes studying the arm. "Sir, where's the initial wound?"

Dr. Schwartz outlined it and how far it went. Timmy seemed to understand but was unaffected by what he was seeing.

Timmy put his hands on Caleb's arm, not healing yet but trying to find some point. He looked up at Matt.

"Are you his boy friend?"

"More," Matt said drawing a smile from Timmy.

"Hold his hand tight because this does hurt."

Timmy put one hand over the wound and the other over his own heart and closed his eyes. There was nothing for several minutes then Caleb's face contorted with pain and he screamed out. Zeus moved over and held him down while Matt tried calming him.

It continued for a while, not sure how long. Some point realized I had Daniel under one arm and Benjy under the other. Periodically Timmy would move the hand on Caleb's arm and new pain would shoot through Caleb.

Finally Timmy stepped away and would have fallen if Dave hadn't caught him and put him in a chair. Roger and Morgan each knelt on one side of him and we were all silent for a couple of minutes.

"Strange, never had to work with repaired injuries before. Think this time made it easier for me. Did everything I could Sir, hope your arms better," Timmy whispered.

"Help me up Matt, Zeus," Caleb said and they had him sitting in a long minute.

Caleb slowly bent and moved the arm. Waiting for the pain to start. Slowly a smile crossed it instead.

"Definitely better Timmy. I am in your and your master's debt."

Dr. Schwartz examined the arm. Even from where I was standing I could see most of the scars were gone.

"Amazing, outside of the arm is almost perfect but we'll have to run some tests to see the extent of that debt Caleb," Dr. Schwartz said and ruffled Caleb's hair.

"Fine doc, but it really does feel better."

"Let me know what you find doctor," Morgan said, "like some medical backup for my boy's talents."

"Fine, but let's go down to the cafeteria for something to eat before we go to Damien's room. Timmy looks like he needs to refuel."

Timmy nodded and smiled. "Hey, I'm just a growing boy."

Zeus, Daniel, Benjy and my eyes met and we couldn't stop from chuckling at one of Peckertown's unofficial mottos.

It took us about an hour to decimate the cafeteria, recover and return to the ICU. Caleb waved to us with the bad arm and it appeared natural.

What D2 looked like was anything but natural. Granted between the beatings he'd gotten at home when he came out and here as a slave D2's body was well scared. The ones that were still nice and bright were also ugly as hell. The boy was under sedation for the pain but he sensed people in the room and opened his eyes. After a moment he spotted Benjy and struggled to reach out his hand. Benjy slipped by Dr. Schwartz and took D2's hand and gave it a squeeze. Could see D2 mouthing something but couldn't hear him. Benjy bent closer and began nodding.

Benjy responded and they talked softly for several minutes. Couldn't hear them and I've never been able to lip read. Finally a smile spread over both boys' faces. Benjy pointed at Timmy and waved him over. The three boys talked and actually laughed. Unfortunately D2's laughter turned to groans of pain.

"Timmy, it's your turn," Benjy said.

The young slave boy stroked D2's head and the injured boy instantly relaxed and lay down.

"You ready?" Timmy asked and D2 nodded.

Timmy placed one hand directly on the biggest scar and his other onto his heart. While Zeus stood by the head of the bed this time Benjy held onto D2's left hand and tried soothing the writhing boy.

Five minutes, ten, twenty and Timmy hadn't moved either hand. To be honest there was a big improvement in the way D2's chest looked but something told me it wasn't going smoothly further in. I turned toward Morgan and mouthed, "Stop it."

"I can't," he replied. The tears on his cheeks were for both boys.

Ten minutes later Timmy turned his closed eyes toward his brother. Roger walked over and took his charge into his arms, placing both hands over Timmy's heart while Dave moved behind both.

"I'm here Timmy, take what you need and take it now. Remember I love you no matter what," Roger said.

And you could see it happen. Ripples of energy flowed over Roger's skin and into Timmy. The One stood straighter and pressed into D2. D2 began screaming and a minute later it was over. Over in a flash of bright lavender light which surrounded the bed.

Dave caught Roger and Timmy as they collapsed to the ground and tenderly lowered them to the floor. Then all attention shifted to D2.

Dr. Schwartz shoved by Hercules who seemed more surprised than angered by being moved so easily. Benjy was leaning into D2 again, straining to hear, whispering back. Another doctor came in and started checking the two boys on the floor. Morgan was kneeling next to them, worry etched across his face.

"Unbelievable, impossible, can't have happened," Dr. Schwartz muttered. "Nurse I want D2 down to x-rays and MRI faster than stat," he bellowed.

"Timmy wants to know is he OK?" Roger said as he struggled to sit.

The doctor went over and squatted next to Timmy and took his hand and looked at his colleague.

"Boys are fine, just exhausted. You're not going to tell me he did it?"

"Examine D2 yourself Dr. George and tell me," Dr. Schwartz said.

The younger doctor stood and walked over to the bed and did a thorough exam while everybody remained silent. Despite some serious prodding there was just normal reactions from the patient.

"I'm half-Apache and my maternal grandfather is a Shaman, one of the reasons I became a doctor. I don't think even he would believe this could happen. Don't know if I will even if the tests confirm it," Dr. George said.

"What is it Doctor?" Benjy demanded.

"By our external exams not only did Timmy heal the external and internal wounds that you predicted but Timmy healed internal injuries that are way older. Timmy, I don't know how you did it but it's a miracle," Dr. George said and kissed Timmy's hand.

"I pray as hard as you that we haven't damaged his abilities," Dr. Schwartz said.

Timmy reached up and touched Dr. Schwartz's cheek and giggled as we saw a faint purplish light glow briefly flare. When it was gone so was the scar that had been there as long as I'd known the doctor.

"Not gone, maybe even stronger, had to push myself to new level. Don't even know how I did what you said. Just hope I did it right. Just want to go back down and get something to drink and eat," Timmy said.

"Can I go too? I want to get out of here," D2 said.

"No," both doctors said.

"We've got tests to run and have to monitor you for a bit longer. Maybe tomorrow you and Caleb can be wheeled down for a little while," Dr. Schwartz said gently but firmly.

D2 smiled.

The lab techs showed up then and we went down to refuel and celebrate. While we were eating Dr. George took out his cell phone and made a call then started talking in a foreign language. Finally he smiled.

"Grandpa, it's Davy, just want to say I believe. Took a little white boy from New York but I believe now. As soon as I can I'll be home to learn." He paused, laughed and handed the phone to Timmy. "My grandfather wants to say something to you."

Timmy took the phone, listened, said yes, thank you and started laughing. He hung up the phone before returning it.

"What's so funny bro?" Roger asked.

"The last thing he said was 'Let's Go Mets!'"

I'm sorry; I couldn't help myself from saying what came next. "Mets! Mets? How could a smart talented boy like the Mets over the Yankees?"

"Only good thing we inherited from our father," Timmy said and we all started laughing.

It's true, Yankees vs. Mets, it's all in the blood more often than not.

As were walking out Morgan called the two doctors over and the four of us found a quiet corner.

"Doctors, first I want to thank you for letting us come here today to let Timmy work his magic. I know it's not normal, but then this is Arkansas, the state of opportunity. Second, whatever costs aren't covered by insurance or the Jorgenson family I will cover."

"That promise won't cost you a cent," I said.

"In that case I'll just send a donation for pediatric/adolescent rehab center. Finally, and I know this may be the hardest for you and your staff but for Timmy's sake at the very least do or say nothing that can identify him to outsiders. It's my duty, obligation, to take care and protect a boy who've I've come to love in a way I never knew I could love a boy."

"All three of the boys I wager," I said.

Morgan laughed, "I'm not taking the bet Marc. Now let's permit the good doctors to get back to their patients."

As we walked to the door Morgan asked, "How did you know?"

It was my turn to laugh. "I've seen the way you operate, how you cared for your boys back home. There's a difference with these three. Plus after couple years down here I guess I've come to understand better."

"Understand what?"

I shrugged.

He nodded in understanding and we got into the limo. In Egor and Daniel's outstretched arms were cold beers. Morgan and I were on our second before we left the driveway.

Our next stop was the new slave barracks on the outskirts of town, about a mile west of the Tasty Buns and Daniel and my office. Those of you who've been following this tale from the beginning remember the slaves' home was originally behind the Jorgenson Inn, which was closed at the time. For various reasons we built a new one after the Inn was reopened. Someplace which gave the boys more privacy. Also more room to train and, for them definitely important, warmer this time of year for boys who spend over 90% of their lives naked. Eight percent of the rest they might as well be. The other two percent on average usually involves lots of leather, rubber and/or latex, a whole lot.

Being the middle of Saturday afternoon and between shows most of the boys were back and standing at attention when their master Benjy led us in. Paulo was in his usual lead position and still showed the fading welts from his sessions with Captain Morgan's assistant Bart.

Paulo has assumed a leadership role not by size or strength of body, because there are plenty of slaves taller and stronger. No, he's done it by earning their respect. Earned it through seniority and by being willing to take on all customers while knowing his limits during a session. He'd also become the peacemaker within the barracks, and those of you who've dealt with teen boys living together know how necessary that role is. While only fifteen he's one of the original slaves, one of the first boys to arrive in Peckertown after the laws changed in 1998. Came from the hard streets of Little Rock where his "spic trash crack-head bitch of a mother was selling my ass as well as her own to feed her habit and not her son."

But I digress.

My mind returned to the right here and now and saw Benjy showing Morgan through the barracks with Timmy and Paulo on their heels. Benjy's voice was the only one but every slave's eyes followed the procession. One or two of the boys seemed ready to reach out and touch the guests until a cold glare from Paulo. Benjy stopped at the entrance to the training rooms and the two slaves there opened the doors and we followed them in. Daniel and I were the last ones through and the doors closed behind us.

Hanging from their wrists were the identical twins Byron and Bryan. The faint scars on their backs showed they weren't the inexperienced slaves Daniel and I had encountered early in their training. They hung motionless, feet a foot [30 cm] off the ground.

"Captain, these two brothers volunteered to demonstrate not only their dedication to their masters but the devotion of all the slaves. I would like Hercules and Dave to each find whips to their liking and test them," Benjy said.

Morgan nodded and the large black man and the smaller but very muscular white man walked to the whip rack and picked two out. Hercules stood to one side of Bryan while Dave took Byron. The two men looked at Benjy and Morgan.

"The usual wager, begin," Morgan said.

"May I ask what the wager is?" Benjy asked as the first lashes made contact with naked backs.

"Odd twist, but one that I finds out brings out the best in the boys and their trainers. As you know anybody can just lash a back and sooner or later the person will break. Our slaves will last longer than most, even under heavy lashes."

The steady rhythm of blows continued in the background. The boys were still silent even if they were swaying with each contact. Blood began to stream down.

"True," Benjy said.

"The challenge is for them to do extensive damage without having the boy break. With slaves they're familiar with I've seen them go almost an hour before one breaks. Of course both boys tend to be off the wall for several days but the audience loves it."

"Interesting, and what does the winner get?"

"Both boys for the night."

"Loser?"

"Normally, he gets to go to bed alone but since we're here I think I'll make an exception and let him pick a boy to blow him," Morgan said.

"Good idea; helps trains masters as well as slaves."

Morgan nodded at the younger, shorter master.

After fifteen minutes the two trainers walked around to the front and started using their talents again. While they'd been able to keep from screaming until then it took five minutes of working on the front and they were screaming.

Couldn't help myself and walked around to see the fronts. If the nipples were still on either boy I couldn't tell, or believe with all the blood pouring down. With a quick pair of matching blows blood streamed down all four cheeks and with that they started screaming.

I knew the end was near but the boys kept taking it and taking it longer than I could imagine. It was another ten minutes before Byron began begging for relief between tears.

"Enough," Morgan said and Hercules and Dave stopped in mid-swing.

"Got lucky," Hercules said.

"Want to share lover?" Dave said.

"I know these white boys can take your puny white cock but how about my big black cock."

"They always like this?" Benjy asked.

"Yes," Roger said and a second later he was lying flat on his back after a quick slap by Morgan.

"Yes," Morgan said while Roger crawled over and began kissing his master's shoes.

"Forgive me Master," he said between kisses.

"Get up Roger, remember your place occasionally," Morgan whispered.

Roger slowly got up, kissing his Master's leg inch by inch. From my angle what wrecked the moment was the smile accenting the growing bruise. Timmy tugged on Morgan's sleeve. Without glancing down Morgan shook his head. Knew Roger's bruise would be gone in morning.

Byron and Bryan were released and four slaves helped them to their beds so they could rest before their night of sex. Benjy and Roy were about to start a second test when my cell phone vibrated and I checked the caller ID. It was Wang. I hit the green button and hit the standard wait code. I showed Daniel the phone and headed out to the hall.

"Talk to me Wang," I said when I was alone.

"Sorry to interrupt but John and Carlos are starting to go off wall. Don't know how to calm them."

"Hit them on side of head and remind them Evans and company will not be here for six days. Tell them I'll be there later."

"Really hit them?"

"If you have to, but not hard," I hung up and headed outside.

The cool fresh air of a late November afternoon felt good after the hospital and barracks.

Poked my head backed in and told Jose Miguel to tell Benjy and Daniel I was walking back to the office and for Daniel to meet me there when they were through here.

Part of me would like to say the road was deserted and the scenery beautiful. Truth is the roads in and out of Peckertown are never empty for long. Between tourists coming for vacation and locals coming to work or for quickies the roads don't stay empty for long. With everything else the leafless trees weren't too appealing either.

A dirty, nasty itch was growing in the back of my mind. Those are horrid when you don't know what they're from. Some are just as bad when you know like I did now.

This damn S&M convention had me on edge, whole town really. Of course once Elija Jorgenson said yes nobody in town was going to try and stop it. Not that he, his brother the bank president, or any of the rest of us would have struck back at any complainers but everybody knew it wouldn't do any good so nobody protested. Heard rumblings about whether or not it was good for the town's image. Nobody, especially the freelance whores wanted every customer to think they were into being beaten and stuff. We'd responded by having everything either at the In-Boy-Inn or the Little Leather Club and telling the masters they had to keep it light anyplace else in town.

Everybody agreed, even Evans. Evans. All my worries, a lot of peoples' worries, came down to him. Would have loved to exclude him but the other South American masters accepted his offer to be their representative. Of course he was the biggest boy sex operator on the continent so it was logical. From what Morgan reported I didn't trust the guy plus what John and Carlos reported first hand after years of being his captives.

I took my messages from Margaret, took a large diet root beer from the fridge and went into my office. The view out my window was nice but did nothing more for me than the walk had. After a long pull on the shadow I hit the speaker button on the phone and then *91 and listened to a long series of beeps and then it rang.

"Hi, Logan here. Not available so you know what to do."

"Shit, Marc Fogel here. Call me as soon as you can. Try all the numbers till you find me. Need some help."

I hung up and started answering calls though my heart wasn't in it. As I was finishing with Kevin over at the In-Boy-Inn Margaret knocked and opened the door.

"Dr. Schwartz on the line says he has to talk to you."

"Hi Doc, how's everything," I said before the door was closed.

"Everything's fine, unbelievable but fine. I could release Caleb now if I wanted to and D2 is three months further along than he has any right to be."

"The healing wasn't complete?" I asked.

"No, it was, but with any injuries like that there's dangers that last even after healing. He's got to stay for another couple weeks of tests and physical therapy. Could also use some time with the psychiatrist to be honest. Lot of anger and confusion surfacing in the last couple hours now that he knows he's going to live and be fine. Matt had to roll Caleb in to settle him down."

"Go ahead, and if he wants to stay a slave for now we can find some role for him that'll keep you and the boy happy. Keep Caleb there till Monday, don't want him around this weekend. If I need him I'll call. And Doc, you are on call this weekend."

"I figured that and Davy will be around too. He might be coming around to our side after dealing with your two boys."

We both laughed and for the first time since the attack on D2 I felt some tension flow out rather than in. I called Daniel and gave him the good news. He repeated it and could hear cheering from all around. First Benjy, then Morgan and finally Timmy came on the line. Needing to confirm with their own ears.

I was finally permitted to hang up and less than a second later the phone was ringing again.

"Protect Your Poor Ass Inc., returning your call," Logan said. Couldn't quite identify the noise in the background.

"Fuck you too."

"Neither of us are the others' type so forget it. What's up?"

I filled him on what's happened and the worries about the weekend. Including and especially Evans. Let me make it clear, Evans is no more a direct threat to our operations than Morgan is. And while by Peckertown's nature we have it easiest getting willing boys most of the others get boys who are homeless, runaways, and others who've fallen through the cracks. Something it's a lot easier to do in some countries than others. Evans takes it a step further downhill. He's been known to buy boys from their families and if they won't sell, like Carlos', just takes them. John has refused to talk about his background before he became the first star of boy Usenet groups. Carlos hasn't filled us in either and says he doesn't know. By the distress in his voice I believe him.

"Were finishing up in London in the next couple of days and we'll be able to help out. Hate unfinished business and that bozo definitely falls in that category."

"Great, really appreciate that. Your usual rates of course, friendly police and all the boys your cock desires."

"Really hope nothing comes up to stop me from getting there. Hate to give up that offer."

"Look, if something does can you at least send me Shiro and Neal? Know they're the heart of your team man."

"Don't worry, don't think could keep Shiro away even if I could offer him every boy in Dream Avenue," Logan said.

"That's your horny little boy all right," I said and we hung up a little bit later.

And a little more tension drained out of me.

I said goodnight to Margaret, sent her home and walked across the street to Tasty Boys and sat down with Elija. At some point a pastrami on rye with real mustard, not that mild yellow stuff, appeared in front of me along with a scoop of potato salad and another of coleslaw. I ate it and as I complemented my boss on the new supplier remembered I was supposed to meet everybody at the Inn for dinner.

"Gives you another excuse for not going to the dinner if you don't want to. Had feeling you didn't. And yes the new supplier is New York based but has new Little Rock based distributor. Costs more but should be able to get another couple dollars by putting New York Corned Beef and New York Pastrami on the menus. Cody and Justin are going to be using it too."

"How did you know I didn't want to go?"

My boss and father-in-law laughed. "Start with you haven't looked at your watch once and you should have been there fifteen minutes ago. Dan also called to tell me you'd left the demo early, your heart wasn't in it. So do I ask my general manager or do I ask my son-in-law what's bothering him."

I leaned back against the wall, put my leg up on the bench and emptied the diet root bear I was working on.

"Ask both," I said finally, "you'll get two answers."

"What is it GM? It's too late to back out for a lot of reasons."

"Not the least is that Benjy would have his bullwhip around whoever's neck cancels it. No this has to be seen through and I know that. If it comes off it's going to be great for business, ours and the town's. Other segments of the boy-sex industry might hold their conventions here. Every night and every morning I pray that things will go smoothly but know it won't happen."

"Why not? Sheriff's got all his men on duty over the weekend and is bringing in extra men from surrounding towns. Kenney and his people will be at the Inn at all times and Yoshi's people will be at the club."

"Three things, there may be long distance rivalries we don't know about that might escalate when they're face-to-face. Hopefully between Morgan and Benjy they'll be able to mediate. Second, Timmy can do what Morgan says. Dr. Schwartz is amazed. Caleb could come home now and D2 is three months ahead of schedule, healed but needs observation and therapy."

"That's great."

"Yes, but will there be attempts to abuse the boy, test him to extreme or steal him from Morgan? Which brings me to Evans. He embodies those concerns plus if he discovers John and Carlos he will do anything to get them back or kill them. So I hired Samurai Inc. this afternoon to help out."

"Is there anything else we can do from a business standpoint to make sure things go smoothly?" Elija asked.

I shook my head and drank from the full glass that had magically appeared.

"Should I then just tell my friend and son's partner to relax and not worry?"

I glanced over and we both smiled if not quite laughed.

"Every once in a while I develop doubts about whether or not were doing enough for the boys who work for us, have come to town and make everything possible for us," I said.

"Do I have to list everything we do, we give them?"

"I know I know I'm being stupid. But then somebody like Timmy appears," I shrugged.

"Go home and rest," Elija said.

"One stop first, got to go see John and Carlos."

"No, call Zeus and send him over to hold their hands. That's his forte anyway."

"Forte? What kind of good old southern boy are you using slick words like that?"

"Out!"

I left and was asleep before Daniel got home.

***

From the next day to Wednesday morning was spent getting everything ready, greeting the early arrivals, and reassuring everybody not involved in the weekends festivities that we still loved and cared about them. Tell them for the hundredth time we had no intention of turning Peckertown into sadist central.

Then since they figured it would be their last chance to go out before Evans showed up John and Carlos convinced Wang to take them food shopping. Wang argued that one of Kenny's boys could do it with a list but Wang's never been great at standing his ground. Too many years as a whore in a New York brothel I guess.

Everything went fine until they walked out of the market. They reached the car and one traveling down Main Street came to a screeching halt. A small man virtually exploded from the back seat and came toward them. John and Carlos dived into the car and Wang went into a defensive position.

"John, Carlos, its Master François from Paris. You must remember me from last year. Did Evans send you ahead?"

"They do not work for Mr. Evans any more. They live here," Wang said.

"Will you be at the convention? You were so good under the whip," Master François said.

"Wang, get us out of here," Carlos screamed.

Wang got in and took off with their former client right behind them. Wang called Kenny and the emergency response team was there by the time Wang had taken the long way around.

As soon as they were secure Wang called me with John and Carlos crying and screaming in the background. Wang was miserable and I let him apologize until Carlos yanked the phone out of his hand and started wailing at me. Finally I got him calmed a little and told him to put Wang back on.

"Wang, hang up and use the cell phone. Press the star key then 91 and send. Logan or one of his team will answer. Tell him I said I want Shiro and Neal down here today or earlier. Understand?"

"Yes Sir, I will call you back with information."

We hung up and I dialed the Inn and asked for Morgan. A call to Zeus followed and the ex-Marine Special Forces headed over to the farm John and Carlos were living.

***

Daniel and I woke Thursday morn to the sound of rain on the window. We cuddled closer and enjoyed the cleansing sound.

"You think it'll rain hard enough to force Evans to change his flight plans?" Daniel asked.

"From your lips to God's ears," I said repeating one of my grandmother's favorite phrases.

Alas it wasn't to be. The rain stopped at eleven, Sun came out at noon and one o'clock on the nose Evans' plane touched down at Peckertown International Airport.

Evans walked down the stairs and two things stuck out. The man radiated self-confidence, superiority. The second was a fresh pair of scars on his face. Scars probably caused by his battle with Shiro. Knew he was going to get Timmy to remove them.

A soft whimper brought my attention to a young naked boy dog-walking at the end of a leash. A Mexican of borderline age legality in Peckertown, even if Evans had papers. Evans looked down, nodded and the boy mumbled something in Spanish. Morgan sighed and yanked the boy to his feet. The boy alternated choking and thanking his master.

I looked at the boy from toes, past scraped knees, developing six-pack to a beautiful face. A face that slowly reminding me of another Mexican boy. Without a doubt this was Carlos' younger brother, probably one he didn't know existed.

Sheriff Whitewater walked up in his capacity as immigrations and customs officer and asked Evans for his and his party's papers. Evans smiled and handed an envelope over. I followed Whitey over to the table; everything was in order. Not only was the boy ten Evans had papers giving him full legal custody and had signed another giving the boy permission to whore and be a slave. "Sorry Marc, can't do anything yet," he whispered.

"No problem, he'll screw up yet," I said and we both walked back.

The introductions took their familiar form. The boy's name was Segundo, common name for the second son in a society where the eldest often inherited everything. Finally Evans walked over.

"Mr. Fogel, I hope you found everything in order," Evan said.

"Never had a doubt but in my position I have to look after the companies interests." I touched my cheek. "I hope your recent accident didn't cause more serious injuries."

"No, just a new boy in training went a little crazy and did this before he could be subdued."

"Always a problem. Hope you enjoy your stay."

"And stay within the rules."

I smiled, "same rules all your colleagues are bound by."

A wry smile, a nod and Evans moved on.

Back in the car I dialed Shiro and put him on speaker.

"Hello," a thick Japanese accent said.

"Hello reluctant slave-in-training, it's Marc and Daniel. Did you get the security camera feed?"

"Video and audio loud and clear. Is that boy legal?" Shiro replied in a voice that was a much southwestern as Japanese.

"Very, did you get a good look at him?"

"Not really, he was in the shadows mostly and they were focusing on Evans not the boys."

"Definitely southern Mexican and looks very familiar."

"I understand, from the timing Carlos has given me it is possible. Talk to you later."

The line went dead and knew he wasn't alone anymore.

We followed the procession back to the In-Boy-Inn for the late afternoon reception that officially opened the proceedings. In addition to the inn's usual crew we'd brought over a lot of our slaves to work as servers. They wore black leather pouches and studded collars along with wrist and ankle bracelets and moved through the crowd silently. After everybody had time for a couple of drinks and a visit to the buffet Elija Jorgenson greeted everybody and then introduced Benjy. Benjy was the youngest master there by at least twenty years, younger than most of the slaves brought along for that matter. Yet they all listened to him with total respect. Granted none of them had even seen the little boy side I have but they knew this wasn't a kid playing a role with daddy's money and power. They felt his strength oozing from body and mind.

Finally Benjy introduced Captain Morgan. Morgan opened by greeting several old friends among the masters and then began telling how he'd met the One, Timmy. He got lots of laughs when he came to the part where he took Roger as well. About this time Paulo walked up to me with a diet root beer.

"Sir, Tony reports the French master told Evans about seeing John and Carlos."

"Thanks for the drink Paulo. Commend the boys tonight on their good work."

"Thank you sir," Paulo said and walked away.

By the time I'd digested the news, and the soda, Morgan was up to Timmy's work with Caleb and D2 and the crowd was in silent awe.

"While their doctors are being properly cautious after this mystical healing one will be here tomorrow to talk to us. But now, it is time my friends and colleagues to introduce the slave boy you've come to see. The One, Timmy."

A loud roar of shouts and applause greeted Timmy as he walked out onto the stage. He shrank back and his brother appeared and took his hand and guided him next to Morgan before stepping back.

Morgan bent down and whispered something into Timmy's ear and the boy relaxed, even tried a smile.

"Gentlemen, slaves, please settle down so The One can speak," Morgan said and the room fell silent.

"Hello masters and fellow slaves. My name is Timmy and God has blessed me with a gift of healing. I hid this gift until my Master gave me new understanding. While we are together I will try and heal as many as I can and my Master allows. Right now he asks Master Evans to come up by himself."

Evans approached the stage with one of his bodyguards at his shoulder. Hercules stopped the man at the bottom of the staircase and for a second it looked like a fight was going to start.

"Blaine wait, the One said alone and we will obey his wishes," Evans said and the two guards separated.

Evans approached Morgan and the two hugged.

"Welcome old friend, it's been too long," Evans said.

"Much, and I hope the slave who did that too you was appropriately punished. Would you like Timmy to heal your face?"

"It would be an honor."

"Then kneel before the One so he may work his art," Morgan said.

Evans bristled at the notion of kneeling before a slave but vanity overcame the rest of his ego and he complied. Morgan held out his hand and Timmy slowly approached. After everything was over he told me that he could feel the evil in the man and only his devotion to his Master let him do what he had to.

Without flourishes Timmy put one hand on Evan's cheek and the other on his heart and healed first one and then the other. I heard the gasps but my attention was focused on the healer. There was no joy in Timmy's face, only fear as he shrank back into his brother's arms. What had he felt inside the man?

Evans slowly touched his cheeks and the superior smirk that seemed plastered on his face dissolved into awe and while still on his knees slowly bowed first at Morgan and then Timmy's direction. Order annoyed me but I knew it was proper protocol.

"Rise my friend and let our colleagues see the One's work," Morgan with a flourish, a flourish that ended with a flick of the wrist. Like a magician Morgan deflected the crowds attention to Evans letting Hercules hustle the two boys off the stage and out of the hall. Benjy took the mike and invited everybody into dinner.

I stayed behind and called Shiro. Just glad I don't understand Japanese because I really don't want to know what the teenaged ninja said. In the background I heard Carlos say, "oh shit" so I got the feeling he knew something was wrong.

"Lord, I wish Dad and the team wasn't stuck in New York guarding Dream Avenue before they come down here next week."

"You need more men patrolling I'll talk to Whitey," I said.

"Not yet, just tell Kenney to keep close watch on him. Even watch his room tonight if he has the manpower."

"Sheriff has that covered, part of maintaining security for all our guests. Got to go, suppertime."

"Enjoy, Neal's making his specialty, bologna sandwiches," Shiro said and clicked off.

I felt guilty for about a second when the waiter put my salad in front of me, knowing the filet mignon with all the trimmings would be coming soon.

After dinner we returned to the reception hall where seats had been set up around the sides and the bar restocked. The masters took the chairs; their naked slaves took the floor in front of them.

One of our older slaves was led to and tied to an iron cross and slowly lifted up in the air so his feet were six inches [15 cm] off the ground and his arms pulled taut. Roy came out with two bullwhips and went to work on the boy's front and back simultaneously.

I've said it before while Benjy is the best overall master in Peckertown Roy's whip work and Caleb's creativity are superior to his. But not by much.

Roy kept going for a solid five minutes until the slave was covered in blood. As a finale Roy wrapped each whip around one leg and pulled them off so hard blood splattered everywhere and you could see the deep rope burns on the slave. Boy was going to be out of commission for a week.

The lights came up and all the masters and their assistants gave Roy a solid round of applause that had him beaming as he walked around the stage. As the slave was taken down a rumbling swept underfoot and looked around. Every slave was pounding the floor, saluting Roy and their counterpart. The masters quickly realized what their boys were doing and started laughing. This starts the slaves pounding even harder.

The slave Roy worked over somehow straightened up and waved before sagging again. The slaves started cheering and I think all of the rest of us suddenly realized how much this trip and opportunity meant to the slaves as well as the rest of us. The idea that the One was one of them had to be uplifting.

I looked around and saw the only slaves not doing anything were Evans'. Realized the young boy wasn't even present.

Several minutes after the noise eased down Benjy ran into the center of the room and silence fell.

"Masters and slaves, I hope you all enjoyed the whip magic of Master Roy. Now if this was the Little Leather Club this would be the time I'd go into the 'we're trained professionals and don't do this at home.' Problem is all of us are trained professionals and we do do this at home."

The crowd roared with laughter.

"My friends for your entertainment from Hong Kong to San Francisco to Peckertown, Arkansas I bring you Lee Jun Fan."

From the main stage the Chinese boy came running from the back, hit the springboard, jumped, flipped and landed on the stage. He raised his hands to show they were manacled and then flipped to a handstand to show that his feet were chained together as well. When he flipped back to his feet his hands were behind him.

Music began to play and a whip was thrown to Benjy as Lee began to move around the stage. Master flicked the whip and slave tried staying out of reach. When Benjy struck, even when he drew blood, Lee ignored it.

After ten minutes a second whip was thrown to Benjy. Lee began to tire and Benjy made contact on almost every blow. Finally Lee did one last flip, landed on his knees and prostrated himself in front of his master. Benjy worked his back for five more minutes with both whips and the slave boy didn't move.

At the end Benjy threw the whips into the air and were caught by the two youngest slaves before they hit the ground. Lee remained motionless on the floor while Benjy accepted his standing ovation from the masters. The slaves again pounded the floor, even Evans' boys this time.

That was the end of the program but while the assistant masters herded their slaves to the Spartan rooms we'd prepared for them in the Inn the masters and their hosts stayed and drank, and talked, and drank till about two in the morning at which time Daniel and I crawled up to the room we'd reserved and fell asleep with our clothes on.

***

At some unearthly hour for a Saturday morning the phone rang. Fortunately my young lover still is capable of quick feline movements when first awakened. In other words Lion crawled over me when I refused to move and answered the phone.

After a series of grunts he hung up and collapsed on top of me.

"If that was a wake up call he's fired," I grunted.

"Shiro, everything's fine on the farm front. I'm going to take a piss, see if you can figure out what time it is and if we're supposed to be someplace," Daniel said as he pushed off me and rolled off the bed, "God do I stink."

"Ten, in an hour at the club. Enough time to make it look like we're human," I mumbled through my pillow.

"Fine, I'm standing so I'll shower first."

Five minutes later there was a knock on the door. Tempted to yell for Daniel to get it but decided I didn't want to share the sight of my lover naked. One of the bellhops stood outside with a cart of food. The boy, dressed in a loin clothe, with the inn's logo saw my confusion. "Part of the package Mr. Fogel, all the masters are getting breakfast in the room and Mr. Kevin made sure you were on the list."

"Thank him and thank you. Just put the food by the bed."

I dug my wallet out and handed him a five.

"My tip is being taken care of Sir," he said.

"That tip is for serving, this tip is for forgetting how horrid I look."

"You look ravishing Sir," the boy said and left. Doing the regulation whirl revealing just the bottom of the ass.

I sighed and started eating my portion before the starving boy in the shower ate the whole order.

We made it to the Little Leather Club just after eleven and all the masters were there by twelve. For the first two hours Morgan and Benjy led a round table discussion on the various issues and problems they faced. There were some areas where Benjy was out of his depth either due to experience but mostly because of being in the unique position of being legal.

After lunch catered by Cody's Sports Bar and Grill they got down to the heart of the matter. Timmy. The One.

Benjy started it off by relating what happened at the club to Caleb and D2, the extent of their injuries and then his witnessing the healing process. He finished by handing out affidavits from Drs. Schwartz and George testifying to the healing of the internal injuries.

Captain Morgan took over and started by taking questions from the audience. About thirty minutes in one of the oldest masters rose. The room fell silent until Captain Morgan started clapping.

"Gentlemen, please rise and give Master Siegfried from Chicago, master of the oldest house in the Western Hemisphere his due."

After a nice round of applause Master Siegfried waved them into silence. "Thank you Captain Morgan. It is rare that one is so honored by ones peers. Rarer still to have a chance to come together, I thank you and young Master Benjamin for this opportunity.

"I have, as I'm sure we've all had from time-to-time, a slave being forced into retirement due to a customer that went to far. In this case not only did Mickey have a special place in the operations but in my heart. Unfortunately the damage was done several years ago and healed poorly. Would it be possible for the One to try and heal him as a test of the One's powers?"

"I know he has healed old scars but nothing internal. If Mickey is that special a slave I am sure he will try," Morgan turned and nodded to Dave, "I must warn you that when you go past minor cosmetic touches like he demonstrated last night it is painful to the patient. With injuries healed long ago it may be even more. So with your permission I wish to ask Mickey if he wishes to continue."

Slowly a boy rose from the floor. Appeared to be about sixteen, just wearing shorts, hunchbacked and his left arm hung limply. He looked at his master who nodded.

"Master Morgan, I live with pain every day physical and here," he tapped his heart. "I know that is my due as a slave but I beg of you and the One to try."

We turned back to the stage to see Timmy and Roger had joined Morgan. Timmy was wearing jeans and a t-shirt, not exactly priestly robes but fit the boy better. He spread his arms and nodded.

"Master Siegfried, I must ask. The man who did this?" Morgan said.

"As the saying goes, he sleeps with the fishes and has these several years."

Cheers of approval rang from throughout the room.

Another slave helped Mickey to the stage. He tried to hide the pain each step caused but it was obvious. Dave brought a chair out for him and he gratefully sat.

"Slave, please stay with Mickey," Timmy said as his helper reluctantly began leaving the stage. "Hold his good hand to give him comfort. Mickey, as my Master said this will be painful."

"Right now Sir there is only one way to end my pain and I do not choose it."

Timmy looked around for Roger and then ran his hands over his patient's arms and back before moving to his chest. Timmy stood and looked at his brother. Roger walked over and they whispered for several minutes. Timmy finally nodded and walked over. Without saying a word he walked to Mickey's back and put his hand over the spot where the hunchback and the disabled arm met before putting his other hand over his heart.

Minutes later Mickey started crying and gritting his teeth.

"Mickey, yell, scream, let the pain out. It's part of the healing," Roger said.

And yell and scream the teen slave did.

As time passed I wondered if Timmy had enough energy to finish the job. No doubt remained in my mind about if he could do it.

Timmy moved the hand on Mickey's back a little further from the arm and with that Roger moved in behind him and put his arms around his little brother. Silently Dave moved behind them but stayed apart. I glanced at Hercules and wondered if Timmy could tap the energy in that giant of a man.

And time passed in silence.

Finally Timmy broke contact and the two brothers sagged against Dave who held them up.

"It's all I can do now. No more energy. Will finish before you go home my friend," Timmy said before slumping in Dave's arm.

Master Siegfried slowly made his way to the front of the stage before asking the question on everybody's lips. "Do you feel better my boy?"

Mickey shook his head like he was waking from a dream and braced himself to stand. The other boy put his hand under Mickey's good shoulder but was shrugged off. Slowly the boy stood and even slower stood up straight before raising both hands over his head.

Mickey walked that way to his master and knelt before him. "Still hurts, think I know what the One has still to do but so much better, so much better."

He kissed Master Siegfried's hands before crawling to Captain Morgan and kissing his feet. Moved on to Timmy.

"Do not crawl to me, I am but a slave like you. Want to see you stand and walk like a proper slave," Timmy whispered.

And so Mickey did to thunderous applause.

"You are the One and if you cannot heal the rest of my injuries you have still given me my life back," Timmy said and kissed a totally embarrassed Timmy's hands.

"Return to your master and I will try again before you leave," Timmy said.

Everybody's eyes followed Mickey walking a hundred, a thousand percent better than when he went up. Then fighting started within a group of slaves.

Evans' slaves.

No Evans.

"On the stage," Daniel yelled and I turned as he started moving.

Hercules and Dave were frozen at the back of the stage as Daniel and I each reached one of the staircases. Evans backhanded Roger with a gun in his right hand knocking the boy stunned to the ground then pointed it at Timmy. Timmy ignored the gun and ran over to his brother."

"Don't worry about him, he'll be fine. Especially if things go well, the three of us are going on a plane trip."

"No," Timmy said in a cold flat voice.

Evans reached down and pulled Timmy up by the shirt. I saw coldness in Timmy's eyes that matched his voice.

"Airport's shut down till further notice," I shouted as I flipped my cell close. "You're not going anywhere with Timmy Evans."

"Lopez, bring the boy here. Don't interfere Fogel or somebody will get it."

I turned to Daniel and nodded.

A tall muscular Latino walked through the still crowd dragging a struggling boy. The young Mexican boy from the airport, the way I'd hoped.

"Segundo behave yourself," Evans snapped and the boy obeyed. The rest of the way he walked next to the man looking at the floor.

As the pair walked past Daniel Timmy reached up and put his hand on Evan's left arm and closed his eyes.

Lopez and Segundo walked up the stairs and Timmy's hand started glowing, not the healing lavender but a deep blood red.

They reached Evans who pointed at the floor. The young slave boy curled into a fetal position at his master's feet.

"Shit," Evans screamed and tried yanking his arm out of Timmy's grasp. Saw smoke rising from the bare arm. Evans swung the gun toward Timmy but the small slave ducked in plenty of time and rolled away toward his brother.

Evans was grimacing in pain and a burnt patch on his arm was clearly visible. There was a dark side to the One, or maybe he'd just absorbed the evil and pain and was getting rid of it.

Hercules and Dave took the opportunity to run in, pick Timmy and Roger up like dolls and leap off the stage.

Evans roared in pain and fury. Quickly regaining control he pointed his gun at Segundo's head.

"You've lost again Evans, give it up now and we'll let you leave town," I said.

Evans shook his head. "That slave made a great hostage, bonus if I'd gotten him out but it wasn't the main objective. I want them back."

"What do you mean?" Morgan said.

"It wasn't a slave trainee who gave him those scars. Was done by a teenaged ninja on a mission to rescue two boys Evans stole at about four and turned them into sex toys. You know them, John and Carlos."

"And unless I get them back this one is dead and it'll be his big brother's fault," Evans said.

"Then let's go see them. You, me, Daniel and Segundo in my car, how does that sound?" I said.

"Lopez instead of your slut," Evans said.

I smiled.

As we walked outside Roger mouthed, "We can stop him."

I shook my head.

Lopez got in the passenger seat of my car and pulled a long knife out and placed it an inch from my side. Evans took Segundo in the back still aiming the gun at his slave's head.

I took the long way around to the farm to give Shiro and Neal a few extra minutes to get ready.

"Where you taking us? This shit hole is primitive enough without going into hills," Evans snapped.

"Right here," I said and turned into the long driveway. About halfway down and a hundred yards away I saw one of Kenny's team on his radio and prayed Lopez and Evans didn't.

"Smarter than I thought stashing my whores out here. Must be charging a bundle for your best clients," Evans said and I kept driving.

I parked the car at the bottom of the driveway but still a good ten yards from the front door. I got out and pocketed the keys. Either Lopez was stupid in letting me get away with that or he was unhappy with his boss.

"John, Carlos, come on out please. You've got company."

It took a minute but the two boys opened the front door and stood right outside. They were wearing slacks, sandals and open leather jackets without shirts.

"See your vacation done you good boys. Now time to get back to work."

"Don't think so," John said, "we like it here."

"Have I ever given a shit what you two whores wanted?"

"No, and that's one of the reasons we're not going back asshole."

"We'll see about that boy. Let me introduce you to someone. Stand Segundo."

The boy uncurled from the fetal position he'd again assumed and stood in front of Evans. A puzzled look was etched across the face as he looked at the two boys.

"Carlos, I'd like you to meet your baby brother. See once your father sold you to me he decided he needed a replacement. Took two tries before he bred a boy but this is the result."

"You're lying. You stole me out of my bed in the middle of the night."

"We made it look that way so he had answer for why his cute chico was gone. Cost me a thousand bucks boy but you've made it back a thousand times or more. Now once you escaped I went back and took your replacement to be your replacement. Little brother has a hot ass and loves being fucked. Don't you boy?"

"Yes, I love your big man cock in my tiny boy ass," Segundo said.

"That's enough Evans, you've made your point," I said.

Evans turned toward me and the gun moved from Segundo's head.

"Shut up Fogel or you'll get it."

He wanted to say more but at that second Segundo slipped out of his shirt and took a step away. Before Evans could react a huge disembodied hand picked Segundo up and whisked him away.

Evans turned and began to aim but the gun was knocked out of his hand by a long sword.

"You!"

"Yes, we meet again Evans-san," Shiro said as he waved his katana in front of Evans' face. "Guess I have to replace those scars."

Evans smiled. "You're ninja code wont let you fight an unarmed man boy. Think we'll take our leave for now."

Another katana landed at his feet.

"Just happened to have one lying around father," John said and silence fell.

Evans kept his eyes on Shiro as he bent and picked the blade up. "That's the first time you've called me that in at least a dozen years."

"Since last time you treated me like your son and not a piece of property."

"All you ever were boy, all you were meant to be until you turned eighteen and I'd have trained you to succeed me."

"Shiro, kill him with my blessings," John said.

"And mine," Carlos said, "and in my brother's name."

Shiro nodded and the battle began. Remember all those medieval movies with sword fights bouncing all over the set? Not even close.

Evans swung first and Shiro parried it away. The first few minutes were swift exchanges of the two and half feet long blades. Attack and parry, Evans largely on the attack.

The sound of blade against blade resonated. Evans was the clear aggressor but never got the feeling Shiro was in danger and eventually Evans got the same feeling. As the fight went on Evans started trash talking which just got smiles in return.

Slowly the tide turned and Shiro started pushing Evans further and further back. Evans lunged recklessly, sword aimed at Shiro's heart. Shiro dived under the blade, rolled and came up unscathed.

Shiro countered and drew blood from a long cut down Evans' non-sword arm.

This enraged Evans who started swinging wildly forcing Shiro back into a defensive backwards posture. Saw blood on Shiro but couldn't tell whose it was.

Evans started to tire and went for another high blow. Shiro ducked in under it and with two quick flicks cut both cheeks.

Evans raised his hands to his face as he backed away and Shiro thrust his blade into Evans' chest.

He pulled it out and Evans fell to his knees as blood poured out.

Shiro kicked Evans's sword away and the man collapsed on the ground.

"Finish me off," Evans said in a thin voice.

"No," John said as he approached. "Let him die slowly like he let his slaves die."

John stood over his father and spit in his face. With that Evans died.

Wordlessly we all entered the house, even Lopez, leaving the body exposed and unattended in the December sun. Carlos led John to a couch and whispered something in his lover's ear.

"You sure? It's ok, I'd understand."

"I love you John, he was never your father except by birth."

They hugged and kissed and cried. I called Whitey then Daniel to tell them the news. Daniel told me that when he relayed the news cheering filled the hall, led by Evans' slaves who all begged to stay in Peckertown.

A little while later the back door opened and Neal, the mutant with the fantastic telepathic and telekinetic powers, led Segundo in and walked him over to Carlos and John.

"Su es mi hermano?" Segundo said.

Carlos turned and looked into the boy's eyes. It took a minute but a big smile crossed his face. "Si, usted es mi hermano. You are my brother and I will take you home to our parents if you want."

"We will take you home or take you into our home," John said.

"Ambos, both. Will mama and papa welcome us home?"

"You are there son, how could they not welcome you home?" Carlos said and Segundo accepted the evasion.

The mood was improving when there was a knock and then Sheriff Whitewater walked in.

"Self defense Sheriff, we'll all testify to it," I said.

"Shut the fuck up Fogel, it was an accident plain and simple. Shiro and Evans were training and Evans slipped and fell on the blade before Shiro could pull it away."

"My mistake, no wonder you're the best sheriff in the state."

"Most honest too, you can't believe what I turned down from your guests. Even turned down a houseboy or house girl for my permanent use. Mr. Lopez, come with me we have to talk, and you are not in trouble. Do you need a translator?"

"No Sir, my English is fine. I will cooperate in every way. Just concerned about the rest of our slaves," Lopez said.

"They're fine according to my men but we'll talk about that back in town. Come in Monday morning Marc."

With that Whitey left with Lopez.

I looked around for Shiro and he and Neal were forming a 69 and on the other side John, Carlos and Segundo were forming a three-way suck.

The door opened.

"Good thing I got here in time," Daniel said as he walked toward me while unbuttoning his shirt. "You ok?"

"Yes, but better now," I said as I brought his lips to mine while fumbling for his fly.

A half hour later as the seven of us enjoyed post-coital bliss my cell rang. I checked the number and flipped it to Shiro then went back to kissing Daniel.

"Hi dad," a pause, "yes I'm fine. He didn't even nick me and his death doesn't bother me much and Neal's taking care of me. You should have seen the giant hand he created to carry hostage away. So cool."

There was another long pause as Dave Logan, head of Samurai Inc. and Shiro and Neal's adoptive father talked.

"Police under control, going down as an accident and don't think the other masters are going to be a problem given the stunt he pulled and his attitude. If there's nothing else I'll see you Monday when you get down here with Dream Avenue. Don't worry John and Carlos will still be here and we'll clean the front yard. Bye Dad."

Shiro turned to Neal. "You hear all that?"

"Of course, it saves you from repeating it," the young psychic said and giggled.

The next call was from Benjy so I tossed the phone to his older brother. From Daniel's description you'd have thought Errol Flynn, or at least Shiro, was fighting an army instead of the one on one battle. When he hung up he tossed the phone back and announced the seven of us were expected at the banquet at seven no questions asked.

"Do we have to?" John almost whined.

"You especially Master John," I said.

"I'm not a master."

"You're father is dead and what was his is yours. Including his operation and the boys that come with it. You've got Carlos at your side and a lot of people who'll help you."

"And some who will go against me. He was always bitching about problems with the other masters," John said.

"Some of whom will gladly buy the operation for enough money that you'll never have to work."

"I'll just close shop."

"And they'll come in and take over your business and you won't get a penny for all of your hard work," Shiro said. "Listen to Marc, he's got the head for business around here."

"Thanks bud, we were doing fine before I brought him into the fold," Daniel said and I wasn't sure how pissed he was.

The phone ringing gave us a breather but this time there was no name and I didn't recognize the number.

"Can I help you?"

"Mr. Fogel, my name is Anderson and I'm sure Shiro has mentioned my name in connection with John and Carlos."

"Yes Mr. Anderson, he did mention your involvement with the late Mr. Evans."

"Yes, the late Mr. Evans. I won't bother asking you to pass condolences on to his son."

I felt a tingling in the back of my head and turned to Neal who smiled. I nodded and pointed at Shiro then Daniel and John. Neal pointed at Carlos and I nodded too. I waited till he nodded and knew everybody in the room was hearing the conversation.

"How did you find out so fast?" I asked.

"Señor Lopez called me from police headquarters. It's nice to see you have control of your police."

I let that slip by and promised to apologize to Whitey later.

"Let me get to the point, these international calls can get expensive."

"Fine with me."

"I worked with, not for but with Evans for many years and did not always approve of his methods. Especially how he dealt with John and then Carlos. When he took Segundo and talked of kidnapping the One I knew he'd go too far up there and am not surprised at his death. If nothing else I was sure you'd find a way to throw him in prison."

"That was the original plan, this saves the taxpayers of the state money."

"And now under the partnership agreement young John owns half of a very profitable operation."

"We were just talking about that. To be honest he doesn't see himself in as a master."

"No, didn't think he would. At least not like his father. What I would like to propose is that I take over full operations and while ownership would stay 50-50 profits would be split 60-40, and believe me there are enough profits that I would have no incentive to cheat him. If and when he wants to become more involved I would welcome it."

"How much would that forty percent be a year?"

"About a million US dollars annually."

"I have to discuss this with John. He may have questions and/or conditions. Know he'll want the boys treated better than the way Evans did."

"Trust me on this Mr. Fogel, I will treat the boys under Evans' control the way I have always treated the boys under mine. As Shiro can tell you from his brief experience at my main club the boys are healthy and taken care of. Let me give you my number and you can call at any time," Anderson rattled off a long list of numbers.

"Thanks, and I hope we can trust each other Mr. Anderson," I said and hung up. Instantly the psychic link was gone.

"That was incredible Neal," Daniel said.

"Yep, little brother has a lot of talents," the full-blooded Japanese boy said of the white boy nestling against his side.

John started to speak but I held up a finger and he stopped while I thought.

"John, what I suggest is that we get ready for the party. I'm going to get hold of Captain Morgan and sit down with him either tonight or before he leaves tomorrow along with whatever other masters he thinks can help. We don't know Anderson, how much is he telling the truth but I think they will. Is that ok?"

"Yes Sir. Even if Anderson rips me off a million a year is more than enough for the two of us. Besides, I'm worried more about the boys than the money."

***

It's Sunday afternoon and we're all back at the farmhouse after our second meeting with Morgan and a couple of other masters. What they've told us about Anderson and the help they've offered John and Carlos has been very positive and warming. Times it's hard to believe how caring men who make fortunes from sexual and physical abuse of boys can be. To their boys and others.

Early this morning not only did Timmy have a second session with Mickey but took a trip out to the hospital to visit Caleb and D2. Both are doing great but are dealing with other issues, including Dr. Schwartz's doubts about their resuming their careers. That really hurt Caleb who loves being a master and spent years perfecting his skills.

We're sitting around watching late season football game and trying to explain it to John and Carlos. Football meant either soccer or somebody kicking them in their balls. The stories they told made the smiling faces we all loved hard to understand.

"We were with each other, our friends and when Evans wanted had sex with people we liked not that we had to. Those sessions were happy times," Carlos said.

"Some nights here I felt I lost my life. Even with Carlos there and here it is like I went from baby to old man. Other times feel slowly getting it back," John said and leaned into Carlos' shoulder.

"A lot of the boys here feel that way, felt that way. Face it, most of them came here because they couldn't stay home anymore, or weren't home to begin with. They came here for a better life. Life you guys can have now," Daniel said and I leaned over and kissed my lover on the cheek.

A sharp rap on the door and then it flew open. The seven of us jumped while Shiro reached for his cleaned and polished katana. Neal was obviously going into attack mode as well.

"You should see your faces," Benjy said as he led the procession in.

His boyfriend Roger, the Trips, Quincy and a couple of boys who were obviously slaves but I didn't recognize followed him. These boys were lugging coolers and baskets.

Of course what everybody was staring at was Benjy held three feet [90 cm] off the ground by one of Neal's disembodied hands around his throat.

"Uncle, I give, I'm sorry, get me down," Benjy shouted.

Neal waited another thirty seconds before slowly letting him down.

As soon as he'd checked on his boyfriend Roger turned into his other role as Benjy's bodyguard and started at Neal.

"No Roger, it's ok," I said.

He turned and glared at me.

"They're friends and just kidding around. Besides, it's one fight you can't win."

"It's ok Rog, I'm fine. May not authorize their bill, but I'm fine," Benjy said.

"May not be much of a bill beyond expenses after yesterday," Shiro said, stood and walked over to where John was sitting.

"What is it Shiro?" John said.

"I know what kind of man he was and what he did to the two of you and other boys in his control but I am sorry I had to kill your father yesterday. Wish there'd been another way."

John stood and pulled Shiro close. "But there wasn't and that was his choice. For me you killed his physical body yesterday, my father died the day he brought Carlos into my life. I forgive you for killing his body my friend and guardian angel. We would still be his captive if it weren't for you."

They pulled each other closer and began to weep. Carlos and Neal started to rise but I waved them off. They understood and went to each other instead.

We gave them their time together while the slaves put out a picnic lunch on the dining room table.

Then the Trips jumped them and started kissing and tickling.

The tickle battle began and being four on three started to turn. Quincy jumped in to even the odds but Segundo jumped in to regain the advantage. Daniel looked at me; I looked at Benjy who looked at Roger who mouthed I get Neal and we dived in as a third team.

After five minutes or so twelve giggling but exhausted guys lay on the floor. As we tried catching our breath John looked up at the slaves, gawked then nudged Carlos and pointed.

After slowly standing they walked over. As they approached the slaves knelt and bowed their heads. John looked at Benjy.

"They know you're their master now and accept it," Benjy said.

"But they were our fellow slaves before," John waved at Shiro and Neal.

"That was before. They only care about now and will stay like that until you tell them to move. These are all the slaves Evans brought with him and with these you have choices beyond the ones still in South America. You can free them, give them to me or send them back to your operations. You could also keep one or more as your personal slaves."

"You talk about them like property not people," Carlos said.

Benjy nodded, "truth is they're both and they know it. Even you two do. You've turned your back on them while we've talked about them. To be honest if they've been slaves from the age you two started they won't be able to live free right now."

John nodded, turned. "Rise slaves and look at me.

Slowly they rose and looked at John, eyes darting to Carlos.

"You are now my slaves. Not to long ago Carlos and I were slaves too. When you return home you and the other slaves will be treated better than under Evans. You have my word as your master," John said.

Most of the slaves smiled and nodded but a couple looked confused so Carlos repeated it in Spanish. The slaves looked at each other and pointed at one.

"May I speak Master?"

John nodded.

"When we first heard Master Evans was dead we cheered. Knew that was wrong but he was not a good master. If you wish to punish us for that we understand."

"No, he was my father but treated me like a slave. I understand how you felt. There will be no punishment."

"We also asked Master Benjy to take us in but he refused till we talked with you. We hear your voice and believe your words so we will go home our master."

"Thank you slaves. Now first feed us and then I want to see you enjoy each other sexually while we eat."

"Yes Master," their spokesman said.

The food was served quickly and with ease. Evans chose these boys because they were presentable and knew how to act in public. It was the first positive indication I'd gotten from the man. Besides having contributed his good genes to John that is. When they finished serving they moved into the center of the room and looked at each other and John, clearly confused. All six were Latin American, average height, and black hair but otherwise hairless and naked except for welded collars and bracelets on wrists and ankles. The collars and bracelets each had multiple D-rings so they could be chained.

"Boys," Neal said then pointed at two, "you together, then you two and you two. Now get together and we want to see some hot love making."

They looked at John who nodded and smiled. The slaves smiled in returned and seemed pleased with the pairings. We ate and watched as they ran their hands and tongues over each other. Fingering each others asses. It was hot, it was sexy but when you realized all three pairs were having sex in unison it took the joy out of it.

"Enough, basta," Lance shouted and got off the couch dragging Richie behind him. "That's not lovemaking, it's barely even sex and I could see what Neal did that each of you wants your partner more than that."

"Don't understand, don't know," one slave said.

"Sex is something you do because you're told to not want to. I know that, sex is my job too," Lance stopped seeing the confusion. "Let me show you what I mean. Stay in your couples but sit over there."

Again the slave's eyes went to John who smiled.

"This is my brother, we do love each other but we work together in a sex act along with our third brother."

With that Lance took off his shirt and sandals leaving him naked then began undressing his brother, which took longer not only because he had on more clothes but Lance was going nice and sensuously. Shiro got up and put a CD on and Dream Avenue started singing. Once both Trips were naked they mimicked the slave's earlier actions until Lance sank to his knees and inhaled Richie's cock.

From the start Richie started moaning and groaning and thrusting his cock in and out of his brother's mouth. It was hot and it was as sexy as any performance of theirs I've seen but it was passionless and after a couple minutes Richie was shooting all over Lance's face. He then pulled out, picked up his clothes and sat back down still naked. Lance stood, caught a towel from Neal, wiped his face and pulled Quincy up.

There was an immediate change in his demeanor.

"Now this is my lover. He's the opening act, which is almost as hot as ours. But when we have," that's all he got out before a now naked Quincy pulled Lance's mouth to his own and they started kissing. Yes this was practiced love as we watched but it was hands feeling instead of touching, tongues tasting instead of playing.

The most obvious difference was the passion Lance showed. Even when we'd had sex as a couple or in a group he'd never shown this much.

Pulled Daniel closer and whispered in his ear. "You ever see him like this?"

My lover shook his head then placed it on my shoulder, his long black mane flowing over our shoulders. Lance and Quincy moved into a 69 and began licking each other's tools into quiet erections. Once erect they resumed their deep tongue dancing while continuing to fondle each other.

The slaves were watching intently while touching their partners. Wasn't even sure if they knew they were doing it but there was a tenderness that hadn't been present before. A hand brushed my breast and I kissed Daniel as Quincy raised Lance's legs and began to slowly insert his leaking cock into his boyfriend's love canal.

Along the back wall a naked John was on top of an equally naked and equally erect Carlos. They were in the middle of fierce game of tonsil hockey. Shiro and Neal were on the other couch naked and stroking their own cocks. Neal saw me watching and put a finger to his mouth. I nudged Daniel and saw Neal rise up from the couch and settle down right on top of his brother's cock and swallow it up.

"Oh shit," Shiro said.

"Si, si," said one of the slaves and we turned to watch one slowly sucking his partner while the other two couples kissed.

Daniel and I watched Quincy slowly fucking Lance while we unbuttoned each other's shirts.

"Oh fuck Roger, oh yea boy," Benjy screamed and we saw him being fucked hard and rough by his boyfriend. Just the way they liked it. Yes Peckertown's slave master does love it when his lover tops him.

Scanned the room and realized Daniel and I were the only ones with clothes on. A condition we quickly remedied.

We kissed long and hard.

"Fuck me, make love to me," Daniel said.

And I did.

The sounds and smells of lovemaking filled the room. An outsider might have seen an orgy. But it wasn't, it was a whole lot of couples making love.

Oh there was one trio having sex. Segundo had joined Richie and Bobby for a go. From the little I saw the boy learned a lot in the short time he'd been a slave.

But the next thing I really remember must have been an hour later, maybe longer, when Daniel pulled out of my ass and shot his load over my chest. When I caught my breath I noticed a lot of post coital bliss throughout the room.

For $474.69 I bought myself a boy. Not any boy mind you but the boy of my dreams for an entire week. That's the beauty of going down to Peckertown, Arkansas you know. What you want is possible, if what you want is man-boy sex that is.

It wasn't my first trip there since the age of consent laws were lowered to thirteen, ten with parental consent. What a variety of boys I've enjoyed over the years. And enjoyed is the word and with some it was even more than sex. It was three months, a record, between my last two trips and I spent a lot of that time developing a picture of my ideal boy. I'd spent a lot of time with Edgar the previous couple of trips but decided to put him out of my mind for the job at hand.

Well at least my thinking mind, the dumb one between my legs sure remembered him, and a few of the others too.

Why did I decide to pick one? Well I turned 51 right before my last visit and it has been a shitty year and I won't bore you with details since they only depress me and they aren't relevant to the tale, or is that tail, anyway.

My research began with a slideshow of the pictures I'd taken on my various trips to Peckertown along with various lakes, pools and basketball courts elsewhere where young boys are showing a lot of boy skin. Lot more skin in Peckertown and all the nudes were from there. Took me three loads to go through them twice. A few things were decided right away. I preferred boys thirteen-fourteen, old enough to cum, who were firm but more along a runner or swimmer's build than a weightlifter, nice firm butt and legs. (Shit, getting hard again just writing this.) That despite having great times with other races I preferred whites but nicely tanned. Of course tans are automatic for boys who go virtually naked in southeastern Arkansas.

And while I want him to be able to cum I prefer the smooth, all right the hairless look even if it's due to shaving or electrolysis. But a nice head of hair, preferably long, about shoulder length.

Hair color was the hardest decision, and the choice was between jet black and blond. Couldn't get further apart could I? I decided on black because the first boy I ever loved 28 years ago had beautiful black hair. Lord has it been that long?

No tattoos, maybe one small personal one someplace out of the way. These bands and characters and glyphs and worst of all the full body art just turn me off. There's nothing more beautiful than a boy's body so I can't understand why they have to decorate it. Piercing I can live with as long as they don't look like a pin cushion. As I said I'm 51 and old fashioned about some things.

I'd gotten that far and looked at the clock and saw it was going on eleven that Friday night. No work the next day and just as importantly no school. I slipped into my jeans and short sleeve shirt and headed down to my favorite arcade. Not one of those fancy family friendly security camera laden places but an older one whose attributes included the best machines in a darkened maze, less eyestrain, and lots of boys out later than they should be.

After all these years they know me there and after a few words with the manager and getting my usual twenty dollars worth of tokens I headed to the old pinball machines in the back. I don't play twenty dollars worth because familiar faces bum at least five dollars worth by the time I get back there. Some stick their cute asses out for a little pat in thanks, others just smile their beautiful boy smiles.

There were two boys at the machines when I got to the back of the place.

They turned around and smiled.

"Hey Uncle Token, here to play?" Charlie said. Long black hair covered about as much of his ass as his shorts did. He turned and his open shirt with the cut off sleeves revealed a firm chest. The top button on his shorts was undone and the zipper was down just enough to show he wasn't wearing anything underneath, as usual.

"Been waiting for you," Marc said. His hair wasn't quite as long or quite as black and he had a white streak down the left side. He was wearing running shorts hung low on his hips and a torn off mesh jersey that left plenty of abdomen showing.

"I was hoping you two would be here. Got games to finish?"

Charlie shook his head.

Marc smiled, "One ball to go and I've already got three free built up so Uncle Token can keep his hands out of his pockets."

"Cool, play it so we can get to it," Charlie said.

I watched Marc play and knew I was going to be in for it. Realized how much both of them looked like my ideal boy. At fourteen both knew they were gay and enjoyed sex. Best of all both lived with their families who supported them and would not approve if they knew about our relationship. In fact they'd be shocked by the outfits they were wearing. The outer clothes they left home in were in the backpacks in the corner.

The rules were simple. Loser got sucked, first by high man and then by second. Once or twice they'd fucked each other in front of me but I was not to be fucker or fuckee with them which suited me fine. That night I was either too tired or too distracted and lost. Marc was still on and easily won.

We headed over to the boy's room, made sure we were alone and locked the door. I knelt before Marc and lowered his shorts while Charlie leaned on the door. Everybody knew what was going on, and nobody wanted to catch Uncle Token either.

I tweaked his nipples as my hands roamed from his budding six-pack to his tight ass. I licked his cock and balls and he moaned.

"Now, can't wait," he said.

And who am I to argue? I quickly swallowed his hard five inches [12½ cm] and felt the first drops of precum drip from his pulsing rod onto my tongue. For the first five minutes I slowly worked his circumcised cock and right on schedule the young teen began face fucking me and moments later I was drinking his sweet load.

I licked him clean and then he used a towel from his backpack to dry himself before putting his shorts back on.

Marc gave his boyfriend a kiss as they changed positions. Charlie slowly lowered his zipper as he walked toward me and when he got to me a simple inhale caused the shorts to fall to the ground leaving his hard four inches [10 cm] twitching in front of my face. Charlie's a little hairier than Marc but well within my acceptable limits. I played with his uncut cock for a couple minutes before he guided it between my lips. He let me work it till he came, which admittedly didn't take long.

Then he stood me up and knelt in front of me. He took my cock out and quickly sucked all seven inches [18 cm] in. It wasn't part of the usual rules, but then it was a rule we'd all broken regularly.

Of course as hot as I was after being around and blowing two gorgeous boys it didn't take me long to fill his throat with my love.

When we were cleaned, dried and dressed we hugged and went back to the machines. We played another game then I left. They got the rest of my tokens but no cash. Marc told me early in our relationship that tokens were a gift while cash made them sluts. They said thanks, wished their Uncle Token good-night and I left.

I woke about ten and spent the next few hours doing housework and errands. Just after three I grabbed a beer and started through the slideshow again. This time when I saw a Peckertown boy who met my guidelines I saved the picture to a new directory. It took a couple hours but I was now down to thirty-seven boys. That might sound like a lot but this is Peckertown after all with several hundred boy whores floating around.

Of the thirty-seven I had already slept with fifteen and quickly eliminated ten of those. I knew they lacked any intellect which was the one quality I didn't list at the beginning. I don't expect the boy to be my intellectual equal even if he was going to the reopened school but at least be able to have a conversation that didn't revolve around what the next sex act or meal was.

One of the five was Edgar and I blew up his picture on the screen and sat back and thought. He was everything I was looking for in looks, sexual talent and brains. Plus I knew and liked him, and I thought he liked me on a level beyond a steady customer. Couldn't be sure of that of course but nothing else to do but go with my gut.

The other four had been good in bed and pleasant company as well but not what Edgar had. I looked at the remainder and said why go with strangers when, well when there is Edgar. I went online and made my reservations for two weeks later and once everything was confirmed I emailed Edgar, told him when I was coming down and what was his rate for a week. I wanted an exclusive for the entire time. About ten minutes later the new mail notice popped up on the screen and I was surprised to see it was from Edgar. Hi Dave

Looking at my email when you showed up. I'll meet you at Jorgenson Inn about four and stay with you till you have to leave. I'm really looking forward to this, honored you want only me or at least me all the time. If you want another boy to join us I won't mind.

My rate for the week is $475.00. If this is too high let me know. Edgar.

I wrote back that the rate was fine and I'd see him then.

The plane was late plus an accident on Interstate 30 meant I didn't get in until five. I left the rental car and went inside to check in. I saw him sitting on a couch to the side. He was wearing a pair of shorts that barely reached his thigh, tee-shirt and sandals and was staring at the floor. I walked over and raised his chin. In seconds his expression changed from sadness to wariness to a big smile.

"Sorry buddy, plane was late. Come on, we've got to check in." I held out my hand and he took it.

Wouldn't be surprised if some of the other guests thought we were father and son the way we were talking and acting instead of the truth. The boy checking us in knew better and was surprised when I told him I wanted Edgar to have his own key and hotel charge card.

"I'm going to be here the whole week Ty," Edgar said with obvious pride.

"Cool," Ty said and they touched fists.

"Ty and my apartments are next to each other," he said in the elevator.

"Proud of you, finally got your own place."

"Well, me and three of my friends share a two bedroom with a kitchen and living room. It's really nice to have a home."

A twinge hit me as the elevator door opened and we walked down the corridor to our room. The bellhop brought the bags in and gave a big smile and thank you for his tip, blew a kiss and left.

By the time I turned around Edgar was naked and walking toward me. I started to unbutton but he shook his head and I let him undress me as I soaked in his magnificent body. He'd firmed up since the last time and definitely looked happier and healthier overall. Having a home of your own will do that. I took his perfectly cut cock in my hand and it felt bigger too. I kicked my sneakers off and stepped out of my shorts. Edgar took hold of my cock and led me to the bed and pushed me down.

He started nibbling on my nipples but I pulled him off and to my side. We kissed for a while.

"Want to know why I contacted you now?" I asked as my hand stroked his hairless chest and crotch.

"I'm your favorite whore?"

"More than that. I sat down at home and designed my ideal boy without thinking of any one boy, not even you. Put down everything, including having a good personality and being smart."

"I'm not smart, never got good grades in school. Last thing my daddy told me was that he was getting tired of his idiot son and now that I was gay he didn't want no part of me."

I kissed the tears off his eyes. "Your father was the idiot. I think you're smarter than him any day."

"Really?"

I nodded and he kissed me hard, a kiss of caring and not lust.

"Then I went through all the pictures I've taken down here and there you were and that's why you're here. You are my ideal boy."

His arms reached around me and I brought him close to me in a tight hug as he cried. Knew this was the first time anybody ever said he was ideal or anything in any area but sex.

Slowly he recovered and started kissing my lips then slowly worked down my chest to my nipples and down toward my cock. Reaching it he looked into my eyes, smiled then blew me a kiss which I returned.

He shook his long black hair and took my hard cock into his mouth and slowly began. Down an inch, up a half until his lips were on my pubes and his tongue on my balls. My hands were ruffling his hair as I moaned and began leaking precum. His tongue lapped it up then started playing with my tongue as he continued bobbing his distended mouth up and down my hardening cock. It had been too long since my last orgasm and this moment was too special and too hot so despite my best efforts it didn't take me long before I shot.

I pulled him up to my mouth and our tongues danced together while my hands roamed over his beautiful body. I ran my finger down his crack and his legs spread giving me access to his perfect rosebud. I touched the bud and it bloomed giving me access to his special place. His rigid cock pressed into my gut and I brought it to my mouth.

First I smelled it, the delicate musk of a young boy's cock is enough to turn anybody's mind to mush and their thoughts to lust. I quickly began licking it, enjoying the taste that came with the smell as I continued finger fucking his hole.

"Oh Dave, oh Dave, feels so good," Edgar said.

I quickly swallowed his cock and ran my tongue around it tasting the sweat and precum dripping down. I added a second finger up his hole and found his prostate and slowly massaged it.

"Cumming, can't wait, cumming," Edgar said softly and did.

He collapsed on top of me and rolled off to the side his cock popped out of my mouth as my fingers popped out of his anus.

"That was so good," Edgar said as he curled into me, "almost like…" and he was asleep.

I kissed the top of his head and joined him.

Sometime later my stomach twitched and wouldn't stop. I opened my eyes and looked into Edgar's deep blue eyes.

"Hungry."

I looked at the clock, it was almost eight. "Out or room service?"

"Love to go downstairs to Cody's but can't?"

"Because you're a whore?"

He giggled, "No, just don't have right clothes for it. His motto is you can be a slut just don't dress like one. And all my clothes are slut clothes."

"Tell you what, today room service and maybe go for a walk, tomorrow we buy you some non-slut clothes and we'll go to Cody's then."

Edgar started to smile but then began to shake his head.

"Clothes, meals and anything else is on top of the money," I said.

He let out a deep sigh, "I like you Dave, really. Not like I like customers, but more."

We kissed, a long soulful passionate kiss.

"Hungry," he repeated.

"I'm going to shower, you order two of everything you want."

"What are you going to eat?"

I looked over my shoulder at him.

"Hey, I'm a growing boy," he said with a smile and I threw a pillow at him.

"Make it three."

Edgar was so proud when they seated us the next night. Cody led us to a table that gave us privacy but people could see him from the hotel lobby. And to his delight several of his friends did on their way upstairs with clients. But except for nods and smiles to them he was the perfect gentleman.

As we ate he told me that he had school in the morning but it was understood that a good client came first. He giggled at the pun and I joined him.

"No, you go to school, I believe its just a few hours in the morning."

"From nine to one Tuesday through Friday. The few of us showing up on Monday's were too tired from a weekend of work so they cut it to four days."

"What are you studying?"

"You really want to know or are you just being polite?"

The question startled me and I took a moment to think about the answer. Other things began to cross my mind.

"Don't be embarrassed Dave, polite is ok."

"No Edgar, your question surprised me and it got me thinking. Wanted to give you a true answer. I do want to know what you're taking and how you're doing in them," I said as I took his hand and kissed it.

He blushed, then kissed mine.

"English, American History, a basic science course, health, ok healthy sexual practices, well really."

"I get the idea, and it's a good idea. Anything else?"

"Basic math and computers. The idea is that by the time we're too old to work the streets or clubs here we'll have some kind of education so we can get a regular job of some kind. They don't really give us grades and there's lot of individual attention between teachers and aides. Teachers tell me I'm doing good though. Tell you we were shocked at the amount of locals who volunteer to help us, donate money and things to the school."

"Cool, don't get enough of that back home."

"If I'm going to school then I'll have to go home and pick up my books."

"Do you have your homework done?"

He blushed.

"We'll drive over after dinner and you can run up and get your books and do it back here."

"You can even come up and see the place," he said excitedly. "Don't worry we don't bring clients there."

"Good, home should be where you get away from business."

"Oh we talk about our days, anybody to look for to go after or stay away. Fred even said the other day it was like when he was home and his parents talked about their day at work. He was right but we got pissed at him because we don't like to think of back then."

Edgar picked his silverware back up and began working on his food. I did the same and watched him just move things around.

"Come here," I said and opened my arms. He shook his head and then moved over.

"That's why, yeah my parents weren't really nice to me but," he shrugged.

"No reason for throwing you out with the garbage either. You and your friends deserved better."

Edgar pushed himself up and dried his eyes. "You really believe that?"

"Yes my ideal boy. I really do."

"Thanks, now we'd better finish supper before it gets cold," Edgar said and got off my lap.

I couldn't help but laugh and he grinned back.

The next morning I gave him ten for cab ride to school and lunch there. As I watched the ass I'd fucked several times the night before now clad in new shorts wiggle out of the room I sighed.

"Dave, you know there's a problem with actually finding and liking your ideal boy," I said to the ceiling.

The problem? It was becoming more than liking, much more. And I knew it was on several levels, not just sex. I tried imagining Marc and Charlie and they looked like Edgar. Until I put the three of them together. My imagination took off and I watched them interact and I thought they all looked really happy. Knew they'd like and help each other.

I got out of bed and walked to the window and looked out. Confused, wondering what the hell I was thinking. This wasn't some story on the nifty web site where boy and man meet, have great sex and live happily ever after. And my business and life were back home, no way could I just pick up and move like Marc Fogel and others had.

After a long spell of random incoherent thoughts I put on my swim trunks and went down to the indoor pool with my book. I tried reading, swimming, drinking but my mind, my soul was driving me nuts.

I'd finally fallen asleep when a wave of water covered me. Looked over and Edgar and his three roommates were looking at me from the pool, four laughing smiles.

I may not be as young and limber but I make it up in size which they quickly realized when I jumped over them and caught them with the cannonball splash. Edgar swam over and gave me a big kiss.

"Do you mind that I invited them over?" he asked.

"Nope, have you guys had lunch? I'm starving."

"Nope, can we have them bring it here so we don't have to change so soon."

"No problem, how many hamburger deluxe and how many cheeseburger, with coke?"

At four we went back up to the room where the four of them jumped me as soon as I had my suit off. Of course the pros already had theirs off so I had the great pleasure of four gorgeous young boy bodies on all sides of me. I lay back and enjoyed their hands and mouths explore my body, each one taking my swollen member into their mouths, bring me to the edge before they moved on.

Finally Chang, the youngest and smallest, sat on my throbbing organ and quickly took it all into his hot experienced hole. We both caught our breath and then he started manipulating his anal muscles around my cock. I groaned and twisted my body under his. The other three boys gently rubbing my chest and legs to distract me but to no avail. In moments I shot my load up Chang's ass.

I lifted his smooth hairless body and took his uncut four inches [10 cm] into my mouth and began returning the pleasure as I felt my cum run out of his ass onto my chest. And just as quickly being lapped up by multiple tongues.

One mouth started licking my cock clean causing it to harden again.

Edgar quickly swallowed it then let go to my disappointment.

"Oh yeah, fuck me Abul," Edgar said and moments later swallowed me again.

"Yea Jesse, ram it home, fuck my boy pussy you little slut," Abul shouted and the chain was complete.

"Ed, he give up on you send me over, he got boy loving mouth," Chang said.

A second later there was a hard slap and Chang yelled and went deeper down my throat. Moments later he shot down my throat and I swear right back out my cock and into Edgar who promptly got it from Abul who was refilled by Jesse.

We sprawled over the king size bed. Edgar in my arms and the other three intertwined among themselves. I motioned to Edgar if he wanted to join them and he shook his head.

About seven we all went to the Tasty Buns for supper and then dropped the other three off at their apartment.

"Ed, remember tomorrow at two," Jesse said as he closed the car door.

"Oh shit," Edgar said as we pulled away, "I almost forgot."

"Forgot what?"

"No, not another client. Tomorrow is emancipation day. I'll finally be legally free of my parents."

"What?" I said and pulled to the curb.

"Something wrong?" he asked.

"No, I just want to hear this without distractions. What do you mean you'll be free?"

"It's sort of like divorcing my parents. The way it works here is that if you are at least fourteen and have been living and working in Peckertown for at least one full uninterrupted year you can go to the court here in town and ask to be declared an emancipated adult."

"Which means?"

"My parents no longer have any say in my life. They can't force me to go home with them, even if they catch me outside Arkansas. Judge Monroe devotes the afternoon of the first Wednesday of the month to accepting petitions and ruling on them. I applied two months ago and tomorrow's my hearing. Will you come with me?"

"Sure," I said. "Can anything stop it?"

"Had to send letter to my parents and unless they show up and say they want to reconcile there's nothing that can stop it. Even if they do that they have to stay here one month and we have to go to counseling together and separate. Then its back in front of the judge."

"Any chance of them showing up?"

Edgar's laugh was bitter. "Letter came back, no forwarding address."

"Jesse goes tomorrow too?"

"All of us."

"Cool, tell you what after court I'll take all four of you and whoever else you want to The Big Lick to celebrate."

"Really? A big party? I'll call as soon as we get back home," Edgar said and started bouncing on the seat.

"Really, just let me know if I have to reserve the whole place," I said and laughed.

Remembered his choice of words.

And wondered.

Made some phone calls while Edgar was at school the next morning and had my answers by the time I picked him and his friends at school to go to court.

There were ten cases on the docket and not one parent showed up. I wasn't the only concerned adult though. There were three other men sitting with their special boy. Edgar told me all three had moved down to be with the boy.

I smiled and told him I couldn't do that.

Disappointment was obvious but he smiled and nodded.

While we waited I told him about the small publishing company I owned and ran. Why it needed to be in Dallas. Edgar asked about the rest of my life and I told him. Forgetting to tell him about Marc and Charlie.

And didn't understand why. Even when I remembered I didn't bring them up.

"Do you have any."

"Edgar Aaronson, will you please approach the bench," the bailiff said cutting him off.

He took a deep breath and squeezed my hand before walking up the aisle and through the swinging gate. Judge Monroe was sitting at a desk in front of the bench with another chair to the side. He shook Edgar's hand and then had the bailiff swear him in.

"Now Edgar, you know you just promised to tell the truth," the judge said once Edgar was seated.

"Yes Sir, and I promise I will."

"Good, now I want you to relax and try not to be too nervous. I know this is a big step for you. Just got a couple of questions. First I want you to read over your application again."

Edgar took the sheets from the Judge and began reading.

"Ok now. First thing I have to know is that everything in those papers is true."

"It is Sir."

"Did you mail the letter to your parents?"

"Yes Sir," Edgar reached into his pants pocket and brought it out, "You can see it came back marked no forwarding address and I don't know where they went."

"I'm glad you brought this in Edgar, makes my job easier. Now there is one final question I have to ask you."

"Yes Sir?" "Do you still want to do this? Cut your parents, brothers, all your relatives out of your life forever."

"Yes Sir, just finishing what they started."

"Then this court grants your petition and you are now an emancipated minor. Good luck Edgar, you ever need anything we are here to help."

"Thank you Sir," Edgar said, shook the outstretched hand before, then took a folder from the bailiff and shook his hand.

"Keep that safe son, that's your copy of the ruling. You may need it down the line," the bailiff said.

"Thanks Sir," Edgar said and clasped the folder to his chest as he walked back to me.

Chang was next and Jesse was the tenth and last boy. We walked out of the courthouse two hours after we started with ten new free and independent boys.

"Going to make copy and send it to them, let them know they don't have son any more," Abul said.

Wang and Jesse agreed.

"Sorry Ed, forgot you can't do that," Jesse said.

A wicked smile crossed Edgar's face. "You know, my hometown isn't all that different than Peckertown probably was before and even now. Think I'll take out an ad in the local paper telling everybody. They both had family there and I'm sure one of them will tell them. And just going to say I did it because they kicked me out, nothing about being gay. Some people there would think it's a good reason."

I hugged him close. "Great idea. Now who's ready to celebrate?"

Four loud shouts later we were on our way. Outside of The Big Lick a dozen more boys waited for us. Big Sol led us to a private party room and after taking our orders left us alone. I was getting hot as hell with all those boys in various states of dress talking and milling about. Then it struck me that I'd been to my niece and nephews' parties at this age and these boys were acting the exact same way as boys and girls who supposedly had normal lives.

With a flourish the curtain parted and the Olson Triplets along with younger brother Frankie came in with the ice cream. Edgar, his roommates and friends went wild, like Aaron Cutler had just walked in. Not only were the Olson stars they were their stars. As I'd arranged they each had their own ice cream and stayed for the party.

Near the end Edgar came over and cuddled tight.

"Happy?"

"Yes Dave, very happy. I'm free but more you did this for me. I love you Dave, wish you could move here but I understand."

I sighed and pulled him closer before kissing the top of his head. I had to think. We had to talk.

Wednesday was ready to turn into Thursday when Edgar pulled out of my ass after shooting his love into me. He crawled up next to me, took my spent dick in his hand.

"I love you Dave."

"I love you Edgar, really do."

"Then get somebody to run the business and move down."

"Retire from the business and come home with me."

Silence

I picked him up so we were looking at each other.

"I'm serious Edgar, thought of nothing else while you've been in school. And I want you as more than just sex toy, want, God I never thought I'd ever say this, I want to take care of you always, part lover and part parent. Take you away from here and give you a regular life of school, friends."

Silence, but I could see the sea of tears running down his face then felt them on mine.

"Even if we never had sex again?"

"Even if that starts right now. I'm not saying I won't want to but its not a condition."

"What happens when I get old, like seventeen?"

I laughed. "That's not old and don't worry I won't kick you out even when you're twenty-seven though you might be tired of an old man by then."

"As long as this works," Edgar said and began stroking my cock, "I'll never be tired."

"I take it you'll come with me?"

"I'll come with you and I'll cum with you," Edgar said.

Two Fridays later Edgar and I walked into the arcade. I was wearing jeans and tee-shirt while Edgar was wearing his best slut clothes. I got my usual twenty in tokens and we headed back.

The hands were out for tokens but the eyes were on Edgar. Finally we turned the corner and Marc and Charlie were there dressed in their slut clothes.

"Hi boys," I said.

"Hi Uncle Token," they said.

"Who's this?" Marc asked.

"These the amateurs?" Edgar said.

Marc glared.

"Settle down guys, this one with the short temper is Marc and this is his lover Charlie. They're both gay and totally out, including at school. This is Edgar, he's moved here to live with me from Peckertown and will be starting school with you on Monday. Now are we here to talk or play pinball?"

"Usual rules?" Marc said, looking at the bulge in Edgar's shorts.

"Hell yeah," Edgar said.

Now I bet you're wondering how the week with Edgar cost me $474.69. After all he'd said $475.00 and you don't think he'd charge me. You're right he didn't and trust me everything else for the week ended up a lot more than that.

His plane ticket however was $474.69.

Author's Notes: This picks up where "Pizza Boy" left off. I suggest you read that one before reading this to get an idea of how Wayne and Dan met.

Dan led Wayne up the steps to his top floor condo. It was a modest place, not really much to look at, but it was home. Dan opened the door and ushered Wayne inside. Wayne looked around. It was a typical two-bedroom condo, with all of the usual things a bachelor would have. Dan went into the kitchen and made a drink for himself and handed Wayne a soda as he sat down on the couch.

"Like my place?" he asked.

"It's cool," Wayne replied.

"Good, I'm glad you approve of it. I've lived here for some time. I moved here from Washington D.C. I worked for a government agency, made enough money to afford this place and live without having to work again," Dan said.

"Wow. Ever meet the President?" Wayne asked.

"Never got that chance," Dan replied.

"That sucks," Wayne said.

Dan smiled and ran his fingers through Wayne's hair. He was glad to have met Wayne. He was getting lonely without someone to be with. He wondered what it was that attracted him to the boy. It didn't matter now. Wayne needed someone to care for him, and he was going to do his best to provide it.

"Getting tired?" he asked Wayne.

Wayne nodded. He left the empty can and glass on the table. Dan stood up the same time Wayne did. He picked up Wayne in his arms and carried him upstairs to his room. He set Wayne on the edge of his bed and slowly undressed the boy.

"You'll sleep here with me," he said. "The other bedroom is taken up with my computer and other things."

Wayne smiled at him. "Cool."

Wayne watched Dan undress. Seeing the man's body excited him. Dan turned to see Wayne hard again. Dan smiled.

"I wish I was your age again, to be able to get hard like that so fast," Dan said.

Dan went downstairs to turn off lights and make sure doors were locked. Coming back up, he half closed the door to the master bedroom and turned off the lights. Slipping into bed next to Wayne, he gently kissed him goodnight. The teen responded with a hot kiss of his own.

"Goodnight love," Wayne whispered.

"Goodnight Wayne," Dan whispered, and soon they were asleep.

Dan dreamed of them being happy together. Saw them loving, playing, and doing things together.

He woke up at some point and felt Wayne's warm body next to his. It felt right, felt natural, and felt good. He decided to ask Wayne to live with him. They would deal with the guy who owned Marvin's Pizza soon enough. He moved his fingertips over Wayne's chest, feeling rise and fall with each breath. He kissed the boy's neck and settled down again. He went back to sleep again.

Waking up the next morning, he found Wayne sitting on his hips.

"Hi," Dan said.

Wayne smiled. "You look cute when you're sleeping."

Dan grinned. "So do you."

Wayne laughed at that. "Thanks, I think."

He rolled off the man and went into the bathroom to take care of morning needs. He headed downstairs while Dan took his turn. Moments later, the smell of fresh coffee came wafting upstairs to Dan. He grinned as he headed downstairs to the kitchen. Wayne was sitting at the kitchen table, staring off into space. Dan didn't disturb him, thinking he'd tell Dan what was bothering him sooner or later. Dan started to make breakfast for the both of them.

"Eggs, bacon, potatoes, and toast sound good to you?" Dan asked.

Wayne came to. "Oh, sure. Can we talk after breakfast?"

"Sure. I'll do what I can to help," Dan said.

Wayne nodded as he dug in. Dan sat down with his own plate and started in as well. Nothing was said until the kitchen was cleaned and they went into the living room with their coffee. Wayne crossed his legs in front of him and sighed.

"It's like this. I met this guy a few months ago and he hired me to work his pizza place. I had just gotten here from Idaho where I ran away from a very abusive orphanage. He promised me a place to sleep, money, and clothes in exchange for working there. I ended up in the doghouse a month later when he got tired of me in his bed. The clothes I had to scrounge for. He never paid me a penny. That went on until you walked in last night. Something about you told me you could help. I've wanted to get help, but he never gave me the chance. I'm so tired of living with him. I don't know what to do," Wayne said.

"Well, first thing I do is ask you to live with me. Second we go shopping and get you some good clothes. Third, we find a lawyer and see about you getting what is owed you. Sound like a plan?" Dan asked.

"You want me to live here? As what?"

"As my boyfriend, lover. Not as a slave of any kind. You can come and go as you please, I'll give you an allowance. You sparked something in me too last night. All I ask is give it a chance."

Wayne hugged the man. "Thank you, thank you."

Dan hugged Wayne as the boy cried on his shoulders. He felt really good about what he was doing. Once Wayne calmed down, he led him upstairs to the bathroom.

"Hit the shower, and then we get dressed to go shopping," Dan said.

"Dan, would you mind…taking care of me like I was a little boy again?" Wayne asked, eyes brimming with tears.

Dan wasn't a psychiatrist, but he instantly recognized Wayne's need to be loved and cared for again.

Dan turned to him. "Sure I will."

"Just in here?" Wayne asked.

"Okay. Whatever it is you want," Dan said.

He guided Wayne back to the bed and laid him back down and covered him with the sheet. Wayne curled up and watched Dan go into the bathroom and start running the water for a bath. Once the water was warm, he came back out and led Wayne into the bathroom. He lifted Wayne into the tub and started washing the boy.

Wayne leaned his head back and smiled up at Dan. Dan experienced a rush of good feelings inside of him. This felt right, and he hoped this would never stop. He finished giving Wayne his bath and then lifted him out onto a larger towel.

Dan used a smaller one to dry Wayne off, and then trimmed his fingernails and toenails. He led Wayne into the bedroom and dressed Wayne. He quickly got his clothes on and led Wayne back downstairs to his car.

They headed off to the mall to get Wayne what he wanted. They went to several stores and got a bunch of clothes and things for Wayne. They stopped at the pizza place to talk to the guy. The man laughed at Wayne when the teen demanded his pay. After many heated words, the man fired Wayne and told him to get lost. Wayne and Dan stalked out. They sat in the car to discuss their options.

"So now what?" Wayne asked.

"One of two things. We leave it alone, or we get help," Dan said.

"No way! He'll do the same thing to the next kid that walks in there," Wayne said angrily, pounding on the dashboard.

"We get help then," Dan said, pulling away from the curb. "Let's go visit the Jorgenson firm."

"Who?" Wayne asked.

"The Jorgensons," Dan replied. "The word is that if anyone can help, it's them."

"They sound cool," Wayne said.

"I've heard lots of good things about them myself," Dan said.

It took a month for the dust to settle. In that time, Dan did what he could for Wayne, caring for him. He would bathe, feed, dress, and hold Wayne, dried his tears when he cried, comforted him when he had nightmares, and loved him as much as he could. They didn't have any more sex since the first night. It wasn't important right then, and they knew it would happen again when things settled down.

Zeus dropped in one day to introduce himself and offer help. He ended up testifying on Wayne's behalf, describing the effects the man's abuse had on him. The man finally saw the writing on the wall and knew he was going to lose, so he stopped everything and signed over the restaurant to Wayne. The man also signed over his house as well, stating he was getting out of the town and away from fags.

That statement didn't go over very well with observers. The man was lucky to escape with his life intact when he was egged on his way to his car. Wayne liked that one.

"Hell, he deserved it," was the sheriff's comment.

It took another two days to get everything settled with the bank and other people, but it was done. The house was listed with the Scotti Brothers. Wayne didn't want to live there and Dan didn't blame him. The money would really help when it came. Wayne decided he would run the pizza place himself, with help from Dan. He closed it and started kicking around ideas for the place. Wayne eventually settled on a design for the place. One area would be a casual relaxed area with video games in one corner and a huge big screen TV in another corner that would broadcast SportBoy, the all boy sports channel. There would be booths around the perimeter, and tables and benches in the middle areas. One back room area would be for private parties, and the second would be for couples that wanted privacy on their dates. That room was done up in subdued colors, with very tasteful oil paintings of nude boys on the walls.

Wayne showed Dan the blueprints and the man instantly agreed. He liked what he saw. There were two simple rules to the place. No sex, and no nudity. There were plenty of places around Peckertown for that, and Wayne didn't want that kind of place. One thing he did plan on doing, and that was to place a large bowl of colored condoms by the door. Dan heartily approved of that idea.

"Not enough people practice safe sex," he said to Wayne. "It's just too damn risky to do it without protection if you are going to play around."

"Well, I plan on doing safe sex by doing it with you and nobody else," Wayne exclaimed, grinning at the man.

Dan smiled back. "That's the right idea."

"Let's go to the bank and see if we can secure a loan for the work," Dan said.

"Okay!"

It turned out they didn't need the loan. The house had sold fairly fast, and Wayne was pleased with that. The work on the pizza place got started. They did most of the work, and that in its self was fun, for example the paint fight they had one day while painting the game room, or Wayne stripping down and doing some mock poses once the oil paintings had been hung. Things were working out so well for them. Their relationship was starting to grow beyond the friendship they had started and Wayne was looking at Dan in a whole new light.

It was now three months since they met and they'd grown close. Every now and then, Dan would indulge Wayne's need to be cared for, and both of them enjoyed those moments.

This morning had been the first time they had made love. Wayne had been the one to initiate it by gently kissing Dan. Dan returned the kiss and hugged Wayne close to him. The physical need for each other grew and intensified as they kissed, each feeling the passion growing inside of them. Wayne threw back his head and moaned out loud as Dan kissed his way down the young smooth body, wanting to please his young lover. Dan could feel himself get hard against Wayne's abdomen. He wanted to slide it inside his lover and make sweet love to the teen, but only when the time was right.

He could tell there had been changes in Wayne's body since he came to live with Dan. The chest was becoming broader and more defined, the six-pack abs were making themselves known, and more of Wayne's pubic hair was coming in. Dan liked his boys to have neatly trimmed pubic hair, so he would cut and trim Wayne's pubic hair once a week. Wayne was one of the fortunate few that didn't have body hair, other than on his head and above his cock. Dan didn't like cock or ball hair so he started another Saturday bath night ritual, shaving the hair off Wayne's cock and balls, and then trimming down the pubic hair so it looked nice. Wayne liked it once he got used to it.

Dan had his tongue inside the boy's sweet hole, and Wayne was enjoying it. He felt his body respond to the pleasure.

"Please do me," he moaned. Dan kept on going by sucking on the hairless balls and making Wayne shiver even more. Dan finally brought his cock up and then slid the seven inches [18 cm] inside the excited teen. Wayne sighed once he felt Dan's cock slowly invade him. Felt so good. Wayne moaned softly, his body shivering in the throes of pleasure. Dan held himself inside Wayne for a moment or two before beginning to fuck him. Dan didn't think of it as fucking, but making love. He was in love with Wayne. He started fucking Wayne, moving his cock in and out of the teen slowly at first, and then slowly built up speed until he came deep inside Wayne. Both of them sighed, feeling very good.

The day came that they decided to hire some help. Wayne put a sign out and the boys started coming until Jackie arrived. Wayne looked up to see what the commotion was and saw a girl entering the restaurant. She wore a blue pleated skirt with a navy blue halter-top. A small green scarf held her hair, her bangs falling over her eyes naturally. She was pretty, and Wayne felt himself get hard.

"Hello," she cooed in a southern accent. Wayne decided to talk to her. "Please sit down. What do you know about pizza?"

"Well, I know how to take orders and serve the customers and make them happy," she said to Wayne, seeing Dan walk in behind Wayne.

"That's good. You are the first girl I've seen in a long time," Wayne remarked. She just smiled and stood up. Pulling up her skirt, she revealed sexy pink panties trimmed in white lace. Wayne and Dan saw a bulge where there shouldn't be on a girl. She pulled down the front of her panties to reveal a six-inch [15 cm] hard cock. Wayne blinked, and then looked at her.

"My name is Jack when I'm a boy, Jackie when I'm a girl," he explained in a boy's voice. Wayne grinned. "Relax, friend. I don't have anything against a cross dresser. You're hired. Welcome to Wayne's House." Jackie squealed and hugged Wayne and then Dan. Both nodded to each other. She'd make a great attraction here. What they didn't suspect was that she/he would bring in a ton of business and make the place popular.

She helped out tremendously with her sense of decorating. When they finally opened, guys were lined up around the block to get in and see Jackie in action. She didn't disappoint, either. She entertained even the cooks and the counter people. She'd flirt with everybody, keeping up a snappy patter of talk in that sweet southern accent. No doubt she pulled down a fortune in tips.

Wayne really hadn't much of a chance to explore his sexual nature, and now he started to. He went to the various clubs in town to see what they were like. The Little Leather Club intrigued him. He was amazed at the way Benjy, Roy, and the others could handle the whips and various things. He wondered why some of the slaves allowed themselves to be hurt. Once they explained why, he understood. He got more business by giving the slaves at the Little Leather Club a group discount. Meeting the Trips at the Big Lick really opened his eyes. Sitting a foot from the stage he watched totally amazed as the three boys enjoyed screwing each other in front of an audience. He eventually came to the conclusion that if they liked what they were doing, he wasn't going to knock it. That was their thing, and who was he to say they couldn't do it?

Having Jackie around peaked his interest in cross-dressing. There were many times he wanted to sit down and talk to her about it, but usually lost his nerve.

"There's something bothering you honey," Jack said to him one afternoon. Wayne hesitated. "Yes and no. I'm curious about something, but don't want to offend you by asking questions." Jack looked at Wayne. "How you going to know anything if you don't ask?" Wayne sighed and got a soda. They sat down at a table and Wayne asked a few questions. He ended up going to Jack's apartment later that evening. Jack showed Wayne his various dresses and girl wear, including the teddy outfits. Wayne was most intrigued by them. Jack took Wayne's measurements and promised he'd go and get one or two for him. Wayne said he wasn't interested in the make up bit or anything else, just the clothes aspect.

"You want to put a bit more spark in your relationship with Dan," Jack grinned. Wayne nodded as Jack girl giggled. Jack kept his promise and got Wayne a few things. Wayne couldn't wait, so one night he put on a light blue and pink teddy, trimmed in white lace, pink panties, and a white garter belt. Dan had reacted all right, and they ended up having the best sex ever.

They were going on dates more and more. They explored Peckertown together, taking in the movies at the local theater, watching Powersound or the various concerts in the park while stretched out on a blanket enjoying a picnic. Wayne and Dan felt themselves being drawn closer and closer. It was the happiest days of their lives.

It occurred to Dan one day that they acted like a married couple. The thought grew and took hold inside his mind. He decided to go and talk to Zeus. The two men met for coffee and Dan explained his feelings for Wayne to him. Zeus asked a few questions and then told him that feelings like that were normal.

"You guys do talk, don't you?" Zeus asked.

"All the time," Dan answered.

"That's good. Keep that up. Be honest with me. Do you really and truly love him? Do you really want to marry him?" Zeus asked point blank. Dan didn't hesitate. "Yes.

"Good. You realize that if and when you do ask him to marry you, and it becomes public knowledge, all hell will break loose," Zeus warned.

"It did when Yoshi and Jeff got married," Dan said.

"Your situation will be different. You are in your thirties. Wayne is fourteen. Big difference there," Zeus said.

"Since when has age been a factor here? The legal age here is thirteen for everything," Dan protested.

"Be ready to argue that point. I suggest you get Silvers for your legal representative. Also expect to deal with child welfare. They are going to investigate every single possibility. I'm on your side already. I'll do what I can to help," Zeus said.

"Thanks. That means a lot to me," Dan said. Zeus shook his hand and wished him luck. Dan wandered around the huge Peckertown Mall for the rest of the day, finally stopping in front of the jewelry store again. He finally made up his mind.

"I'm doing this, and nobody is going to stop us," he thought determined. He already knew Wayne's finger size, so he went in and bought the engagement ring. He went home and paced the floor nervously, trying to figure out the best way to propose. He booked a private table at Peter's Italian Gardens. It was a restaurant with a garden setting. It had been a nursery at one time. An Italian boy had bought the property, remodeled the building, and set up a big outdoor dining area around all kinds of flower bushes, exotic plants, and little ponds with colored fish in it. It had become an overnight success. All the employees sang, including the cooks. Every now and then, a patron would jump up on the little stage and play a song on the piano. It was a really nice place to go for a romantic evening.

Dan booked a very private table in the rose garden area. They left the pizza place in Jack's capable hands the next evening. Dan was bursting with pride as he escorted his lover to the table. People nodded and said hello as they passed. The dinner was fantastic. Dan kept looking at Wayne, smiling at his handsome lover. Wayne was puzzled. He wondered what was going on. He knew he would find out soon enough. He relaxed and enjoyed the dinner and the entertainment. This place was one of his favorites, even though it was a bit expensive.

Once the dinner dishes were cleared away, Dan sipped at his glass of wine for courage. He knew it was now or never. He reached out and took Wayne's hand into his.

"Wayne, I have something very important to say," he said. Wayne looked at him, wondering what was going on.

"We have been together for nearly eight months now. It's been the best eight months of my life. I've gotten to know you, I've fallen in love with you, I've fought with you, and I've given you myself. I want us to stay together for the rest of our lives together. You have made me the happiest man in the world. I care for you deeply," Dan said to Wayne.

He then stood up and got on one knee in front of Wayne. What he hadn't realized was that people in the immediate vicinity of their table had stopped eating and was watching what Dan was doing. Dan reached into his pocket and pulled out the ring box and opened it up and held it so Wayne could see. Wayne suddenly realized what Dan was going to ask him. He looked at Dan as his jaw dropped.

"Wayne, will you marry me?" Dan asked. There was silence for a moment as Wayne looked at Dan.

"Yes," he said at last. "I will marry you." People began to applaud as Dan slid the ring onto Wayne's finger and they kissed. Wayne hugged Dan tight. This was a night they would never forget.

They went to city hall the next morning to get the application for the license. Millicent Donaldson had been there in the clerk's office for years. She had seen much history pass before her, and nothing ever surprised her anymore, not even when Yoshi and Jeff came in to apply for their marriage license. A man and boy requesting one didn't faze her either. Looking at the two, she could tell right away they were really in love with each other. She decided right then and there she would do everything in her power to help.

"Please follow me," she instructed. Dan and Wayne followed her into her private office. Sitting them down, she offered them coffee or tea. She began by saying she was happy for them. She carefully explained to Wayne the whole process and then what was going to happen once the application got to the state level. She warned them that the state officials, the child welfare people, and maybe even the FBI would come flying out of the woodwork to investigate to make absolutely sure Wayne wasn't being coerced into this. She handed Dan a business card for a local attorney who would help. Then she gave them the papers needed to file. Leaving the office, they went to meet with the attorney.

"Please come in," Samuel Jackson said. The older black man led them into his private office. Wayne watched the gray haired bespectacled man sit down behind his desk. He listened to what Dan and Wayne had to say. He said the same thing Zeus and Millicent had said.

"I'll do everything I can to help," he promised. Wayne and Dan took the papers home and filled them out and returned them to Millicent the next day. That had been on a Wednesday.

The aforementioned shit hit the fan Monday morning. A group of people descended on Wayne's House that morning around ten. Jackie intercepted them and sat them down in the party room and made sure they had coffee, sodas, and bagels. She called Dan at the house but got no answer. As soon as Dan and Wayne walked in they got jumped on and separated from each other. There were representatives from the FBI, child welfare, state investigators, and a pair of psychologists. Samuel was called quickly by one of the cooks, while Jackie called Zeus. Wayne was getting upset, and Dan tried to calm him down. Samuel and Zeus arrived moments later.

"Can I have everyone's attention?" Samuel called out. People turned to look at the black man waving his hands for attention.

"Thank you. Now please let's sit down, and discuss this in a rational calm manner. There is nothing to be gained by being out of control," Samuel said. People did sit down and Samuel remained standing.

"We are here to discuss this situation between Dan and Wayne. I understand there is much concern about this. I am sure there is talk about this young man being coerced. I understand that there is concern that both of these people might be mentally unstable. I can assure you both of them are very sane and rational. I know that all of you want to talk to Wayne and ask him questions. I am here as Wayne's legal counsel. I am here as Dan's legal counsel. I ask that we deal with this in a calm rational manner, keeping an open mind and be willing to listen very carefully to what they will tell us. I will make arrangements to use the Jorgenson Inn as a neutral ground for us to meet on and work together. I suggest that each individual or party interview Wayne and Dan one at a time, in a reasonable time frame to be agreed on. I will ask for three observers to monitor the investigation so that when we go to court, they can testify that all parties involved did not pressure Wayne or Dan at all," Samuel said. The people around the table agreed to that. Dan sighed. Now all they had to do was convince them he hadn't forced Wayne into this. That would be easier said than done, he knew. He hoped and prayed it all would work out.

"Dan, is there someone who can manage things for a couple of weeks?" Samuel asked him. Dan nodded. "I'll put Jack in charge."

Within the hour, all the arrangements were made. Child welfare insisted that Wayne go with them. Wayne at first resisted, but reluctantly agreed to do so once Samuel explained why it would be a good idea. Wayne, one FBI agent, and an observer would stay in the hotel's penthouse. Dan, another FBI agent, and a second observer would stay at the condo. They took Wayne back to the house for some clothes and then went to the hotel. Dan walked into the house once Wayne left. There was to be no phone calls or contact of any kind until the investigation was over. Dan sighed. The next few weeks would be trying ones.

The papers and the TV news carried the story in huge headlines the next morning. Everyone involved now knew there could be trouble. Zeus quickly set up security arrangements at the hotel and at Dan's house. The security team that worked on a part time basis for Samurai Inc. arrived in both locations and went to work. It wasn't long before the media descended on Peckertown. The media was kept at bay in the parking lot of the hotel and instructed not to interfere with hotel operations or they would be arrested and turned over to the local DA for prosecution. Wayne was escorted down to the conference room for the first session around ten. It was decided that each group would see Wayne at ten each morning. The first session was a polygraph test administered by the FBI. Samuel was there for it, and would be present for each session. Then he would go to Dan's house for a session at two in the afternoon.

The week dragged on as the couple was questioned by the FBI, the child welfare people, the state investigators, the four court appointed psychologists, and then had a complete physical from head to toe. The court appearance was set for the end of the month in Little Rock. The media talked to everybody that had an opinion on the situation. The statements ranged from the absolute ridiculous, to the most supportive, and then to the most hate filled inflammatory one possible. Many people claiming to be child experts got on talk shows saying all kinds of things. Politicians couldn't help getting into the act. Some were supportive while others said it shouldn't be allowed. But it all came down to the state judge in Little Rock who would make the decision.

Both Dan and Wayne ran the full range of emotions. The ring on Wayne's finger kept reminding him to keep strong. He worked hard to keep positive thoughts in his head. Dan kept wandering around the house, lost in thought. The observer assigned to Dan kept seeing him stop in front of a large picture of Wayne on the wall and talking to it. The investigators checked out Wayne's House as well. The employees there were questioned as to how Wayne was treated by Dan there. All the employees supported Wayne and Dan. Then came time to leave for Little Rock.

Crowds of people and media were there to welcome Wayne and Dan. They were checked into separate hotels under assumed names to protect their privacy. Both of them were nervous wrecks by now. Wayne was struggling to keep it together. Zeus spent as much time as he could with the teenager helping him to keep his emotions under control. Dan paced his room endlessly, driving everyone nuts.

They would go into court the next morning to start the proceedings. Since a minor was involved the Family Court was in charge. Finally all the findings of all the investigators would be revealed. Dan and Wayne had trouble sleeping that night. Each dreamed that they were denied and that Dan got dragged off to jail. Wayne woke up screaming hysterically. The doctor present administered a sedative to help Wayne sleep. The observer would testify that the doctor had done it out of concern for Wayne's welfare and well being. He also testified as to what Wayne said when asked about the nightmare.

Samuel made the opening statement that Monday morning. The state attorney then gave his. The judge then called each investigator to the stand and ordered them to give their report. That took about three days to do. Each report turned out favorable to Wayne and Dan. By the last day, both of them were happy. The observers added their own reports and then left the stand. Now it was the judge's turn.

"The normal procedure at this time would be for me to go to my chambers and review the testimony given to me so that I can make a wise judgment. In this case, I will not waste time. I will give that judgment right now. It is obvious to me that Dan Roberts truly loves Wayne. That has been proven to me beyond a shadow of a doubt. It's been proven that Wayne is indeed of legal age to decide for himself what he wishes to do. The law specifically states that anyone aged thirteen and older has the all the rights of an adult and can participate in adult things. There are many sections to this law that addresses all the particular items, such as the age of consent, age allowed to consume alcohol, age to pursue his or her own business, and age to marry which was pointed out to us by Mr. Jackson. There are many more sections in this law, and no doubt there will be more court sessions to define those laws. For now, we shall look at the Age to Marry. Before the law was changed, the age was fixed at eighteen, seventeen with written permission from parents. That fell under the Age of Consent section. The law was changed to fix the age at thirteen.

Therefore, I find for Dan Roberts and Wayne to join together in marriage. I sincerely wish them well in their lives together. Wayne and Dan, I hope this experience will cause your union to be a strong one. This case is closed," Judge Toomey announced, slamming his gavel down. Wayne turned to Dan, tears streaming down his face. Both of them embraced and kissed as the courtroom broke into cheers and applause. They had won a great victory.

They were issued the license the next morning after informing the State clerk of the date for the wedding. The State police escorted them to the motor home waiting to take them home. Once on board, they went into the back area and climbed onto the big bed and held each other and cried together all the way home. They would remember this day for the rest of their lives. They made plans to go into seclusion for a week. Zeus called Aaron and Harley and asked them if they could use the farm to hide out in for a week. They said yes right away. Zeus was informed that there was a convertible waiting for them on the edge of town to welcome them back. Wayne and Dan agreed to ride in it, as long as they would be left alone after that. They wanted to have time together before starting to plan the wedding. Zeus promised to keep the press away from them, as well as everyone else.

They were given a hero's welcome. Confetti flew, the gay pride and Peckertown flags flew, and signs welcoming them home were waved. There was no doubt that they had made the biggest dream for boy lovers everywhere come true. They had become heroes. Wayne and Dan were amazed at the number of men and boys lining the streets. Peckertown had become bigger than anyone had ever realized. It was their town, the place where they had chosen to live openly and without fear. Wayne and Dan had made their contribution to this society, and they would be long remembered for it.

They stopped at the condo long enough to get clean clothes for the week. Aaron and Harley welcomed them to the farm.

"Our house is yours. Please don't worry about replacing anything; you guys will need the money. Just relax and enjoy yourselves," Harley told them. They waved goodbye, as Aaron was off to do some concerts in Japan. Harley was going to accompany him on the short tour. They got a tour of the house and grounds from Zeus before he left. Wayne liked what he saw. Once everyone left, they sat together in the living room. Neither one knew what to say. It seemed like a dream to them, but the proof that it was real was right in their hands. They were going to get married. They snuggled up on the couch for a bit, not saying anything.

"Let's go outside for a bit," Dan suggested.

"Okay," Wayne agreed. Dan picked him up and carried him out into the backyard. Wayne wasn't paying attention and didn't notice Dan heading for the pool. He suddenly realized what Dan was up to just as they plunged in. Both came up to the surface and broke out laughing. Wayne pulled off a wet sock and threw it at Dan in retaliation. Dan caught it and threw it back. That started a wet clothes fight, which finally ended after Dan missed Wayne with his soaked boxers. The warm pool water felt good on their bodies. They swam the length of the pool a few times and then went to sit in the Jacuzzi for a while. Dan started to massage Wayne's shoulders, using his thumbs. Wayne relaxed and enjoyed the back massage. The evening shadows were beginning to fall, so Dan carried Wayne back inside and up to the guest bedroom. He put Wayne into a hot shower and got in behind him. They washed each other's bodies slowly and tenderly, taking the time to enjoy the pleasures. They didn't do any lovemaking in the shower, planning to save that for bedtime. After drying each other, they slipped into shorts and t-shirt. Dan made a simple dinner of salad, pasta and sauce, and mixed vegetables. They sipped wine with the dinner, and then in front of the fireplace. They sat there for a long time, Dan holding Wayne in his arms. Wayne had never ever felt this contented before. This is where he wanted to be for the rest of his life.

The big Grandfather clock announced the late hour, the ten strokes of the bell echoing through the house. Wayne looked into Dan's eyes and saw love and happiness there. Dan nodded and Wayne got off his lap and went upstairs. While Dan put the fire out Wayne prepared himself for his fiancée. He put a bit of perfume on his neck, behind his ears, and on his nipples. He dressed in a pair of powder blue panties trimmed in white lace, then pulled on a white garter belt with pink lace on the edges and hooked then into the silk white stockings. Then he dressed in the brand new teddy he had gotten, a soft silky light pink with white lace on the edges. Then he lit a dozen scented candles and quickly hid in the room across the hall. Now he was ready.

Dan went up the stairs and into the room that they were sleeping in.

"Wayne?" he called out. Wayne giggled and stood at the doorway. "Right here love." Dan turned to see Wayne standing there. He felt himself lose control as desire erupted deep inside of him. He walked over to Wayne and reached out to caress his cheek.

"Oh my God Wayne," he croaked, and then pulled the sexy looking teen to him and they kissed passionately. Dan could smell the perfume on Wayne's neck and behind his ears. He sniffed at the teen's excited nipples and smelled the perfume there as well. It went to his head, making him burn hot with desire. He caressed Wayne everywhere, feeling the soft silk of the teddy and the bare skin. Dan picked up Wayne and carried him to the bed and laid him on it. He lay down next to the teen and touched him gently once again. He let his feelings of desire and passion take over. The lovemaking got started.

Dan woke the next morning. He sat up in bed suddenly afraid it all had been a dream. Seeing the teddy draped over the chair and the remains of the dozen candles convinced him it wasn't a dream. It all had happened. He noticed Wayne wasn't there. The door opened and Wayne came in with a tray in his hands. He set it down on the floor and got on the bed, kissing Dan. He lifted the tray and set it across them. Dan noticed the pink silk see through nightie Wayne was wearing.

"Just for you and only in our house," Wayne said, pouring coffee for Dan. "Remember when you went to that show in New York to get stuff for the restaurant three months ago? Well, while you were gone, Jack invited me over to his house one evening after we got off I got a look at his closet. It was definitely a girl's closet. He does have a few boys' clothes in there. He says he likes his boy gear even though he dresses like a girl. He convinced me to let him make me up and go out shopping with him. So I did it as an experiment. It was fun, and he helped me find some nice things to wear around our house. That teddy and this are brand new and I was saving it for a special occasion. I don't mind Jack cross-dressing and being a girl. That's what makes him happy then so be it. Me, I'm choosing to do this in the privacy of our home, and only with you when I feel like it. I think it adds a bit of spice to our life." Dan smiled. "I have no problem with that." They snuggled up together and shared a bit of breakfast, and then Wayne lay down and went back to sleep. Dan watched his dozing lover, his mind still on last night.

Wayne's movement on the bed next to him broke him out of his reverie. He looked down to see him smile up at him.

"Hey," Wayne said. "What are you thinking about?" Dan smiled. "You. Always of you." Wayne smiled back and sat up. He kissed the man on the mouth and took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom.

"How about a shower?" he asked. Dan smiled as he lifted the silken nightie over Wayne's head.

They spent most of the day lounging by the pool under the removable dome that kept the pool warm in winter. They were discussing details for the wedding. There was much that needed to be done in time. They had planned it for April. Wayne and Dan kicked back and forth ideas. They had settled on some things, others they needed to go into town for. One of the things on the list was house shopping.

"It would be nice if we had a house like this. Then we can be more private instead at the condo," Dan said. Wayne grinned. "Then we can be as loud as we want to!" Dan laughed. "Yes we could! We can do anything we wanted, like go naked all day, or you can be female when you want to." Wayne smiled at that. "Yeah!" Dan chuckled at the thought. He put the legal pad down and gathered Wayne into his arms. They kissed and Wayne snuggled down into Dan's arms. Dan felt warm fuzzy feelings deep down inside. He knew they would be happy together, but he knew they would encounter some hard times as well. Dan resolved to be strong for Wayne and help him through his hard times. He gently ran his fingers through his lover's hair. He was going to enjoy being married to Wayne. They moved back home at the end of the week and slowly got back to normal. Business had jumped tremendously since the announcement and there was plenty of money coming in. The details of the wedding slowly came together as Wayne and Dan ran around Peckertown. One major accomplishment was buying their dream house. It sat out by Aaron and Harley's farm, about two miles down the road from them. It was a two story, with four normal sized bedrooms and one very large master bedroom. According to the Scotti Brothers, the former owners had taken out one bedroom on each side of the house next to the master bedroom and expanded it out to make a huge master bedroom. The four-poster bed was on a raised platform on the west side of the house, blocked off by a curtain if wanted. The room boasted a fireplace, a big full bath with a sunken tub and a rainfall type of shower. There was the biggest walk in closet Dan had ever seen. The bedrooms were outfitted with the usual furniture one would find in one. They decorated the master just a bit different to suit their taste. The ground floor consisted of the living room, kitchen, dining room, office space, and the den, which became the TV room. Wayne and Dan had fun redecorating their first home. Their first night there, Dan carried Wayne in over the threshold. They slept on blankets in the master bedroom, the only light coming from the fireplace. Now the house was set up just right.

The backyard was huge. There was an Olympic sized pool, a patio with a barbeque set up off to the side, and a nice expansive lawn. There was a winter dome for the pool to keep it heated during the winter months. Plenty of room for yard parties when the weather got warm enough to host them. Dan had thought of everything for the house, and they had enjoyed going out for them and setting them up. Life was perfect right then.

Like any couple, they had their share of arguments, but always kissed and made up. As the date for the wedding got closer, things got busier. The invitations got sent to all of their friends there in town. Dan sent a few to friends he knew back in his former job and hometown. Quite a few returned replies saying they would be there. They found the perfect church and the Reverend John was asked to do the job. Benjy, at the urging of the slaves in the barracks, approached Wayne and Dan and asked them about the reception. Wayne and Dan hired Benjy to take care of the reception. Benjy didn't waste time. He went straight to work and whipped things and details right into place. The Moonlight Orchestra would play again at the reception, which would be held in the Grand Ballroom of the Jorgenson Inn. Benjy saw to the catering details. Wayne and Dan agreed hiring Benjy had been a good idea. Everything was going well, and Wayne kept his fingers crossed.

All that was left was to plan the honeymoon. They decided to stay in state for that. They knew no other state would recognize their relationship much less marriage. The plan was to leave the morning after on a driving tour of Arkansas. Neither one had really gone anywhere in Arkansas, so this turned out to be the perfect opportunity. That plan was set. Dan traded in his sports car for a Cadillac Escalade SUV 2003 model. Wayne loved it on sight. It was a gold color with very elegant leather and wood appointments inside.

The closer they got to April the more nervous Wayne got. Dan was cool and relaxed, knowing everything would go just fine. He had no doubts about anything. He sat Wayne down and they had a loong conversation in which Dan convinced him that things would work out just fine. Wayne did chill out and start to relax a bit more. He kept himself busy at the restaurant so he wouldn't go crazy. The patrons at the restaurant were supportive, including Jackie and the staff. They got together and sent Wayne and Dan on a weekend trip down to Little Rock to see a musical and to take a day fishing trip. Both of them came back feeling much better about things. The trip had been a welcome diversion for the both of them.

April finally rolled around. Everything by now was set and ready to go. The excitement in town was contagious, and people were talking about it nonstop. Wayne and Dan called for a press conference and asked the press not to make this event a media circus and spoil the day for them.

"We realize and understand that this is a very big event. We understand that all of you will be here to cover the event. All we ask is that you respect our wishes and not bring your cameras into the church, or on the church grounds, into the reception, and to stay out in your assigned area in the parking lot," Dan said. Yoshi and Sheriff Whitey got together and planned out the security arrangements at both the church and the Jorgenson Inn. They didn't want any problems to occur. Jackie wasn't idle either. She planned Wayne and Dan's bachelor parties. Wayne's would be at the Little Leather Club, Dan's at the Big Lick. What he didn't count on was the unscheduled brawl.

Jackie looked normal when he came to pick up Wayne. They arrived at the club and were escorted to the reserved seats for them. Quite a few of Wayne's friends were there and they got the party underway. They watched a couple of the smaller acts come on the stage and do their thing. Wayne had a few beers under his belt and he was feeling buzzed by then. Benjy came on the stage to introduce the main act for the evening and introduced Wayne to the crowd. Being Saturday night, the place was filled to capacity. Wayne got an ovation and cheers for luck. Nobody was quite sure how the brawl got started, but suddenly fists and bottles started flying. Wayne quickly found himself in the middle of a brawl. He jumped onto the stage when he saw a pair of skinheads going after Benjy. He duked it out with both of them, trying to protect Benjy. Next thing he knew he woke up in the ER of Peckertown General. Dan was on his right side, a wigless Jackie at his feet, and a doctor on his left.

"What?" he muttered trying to sit up. Dan gently pushed him back down. "Easy love, you got hurt. Just relax." His head hurt and he closed his eyes again. Next time he opened them, it was daylight and he was in a room by himself. He looked around and saw Dan sleeping in a chair next to the bed.

"Hey," he called out. Dan woke up at the sound of Wayne's voice. He stood up and pressed a button and reached for Wayne's hand.

"Good morning," Dan said just as the nurse walked in. She saw Wayne was awake and stepped out into the hall. The doctor and the nurse walked in a moment later. The doctor checked Wayne's vitals and his eyes.

"Everything looks good. How do you feel?" he asked Wayne.

"Like I got run over by Godzilla," Wayne sighed. "My head hurts."

"Well, you got a concussion while trying to protect Benjy in a brawl at the club two nights ago," the doctor said. Wayne blinked. "I've been out for two days?"

"Yes you have. I guarantee you will be fine in time for your big day next week," he said. "You just need to rest."

"When can I leave?" Wayne asked.

"Tomorrow morning. No working, stay off your feet, take Tylenol for the headaches. Those are your orders," the doctor said. Wayne nodded. "Yes sir."

Wayne went home the next day. Jackie apologized for getting him involved. Wayne told him not to worry. It was a freak thing. Wayne did follow the doctor's orders for the most part. He stayed in bed most of the days, moving down to the couch in the TV room to watch baseball games on BoySport channel. Jackie or Dan would drop in during the day to check on him. One time when Jackie dropped in Wayne asked him if he could take him out shopping.

"I want to get something really hot for our Wedding Night," he told Jackie. Jackie thought about that for a moment. "Okay, but we gotta get back here quick." Wayne agreed to that. He ended up buying another teddy. This one was a black lace one with light pink silk panels on it. Wayne made sure he had the right accessories for it. He also got two more silk two piece see through nighties. Jackie gave him double thumbs up as Wayne paid for them. They got back to the house and got them put away just in time. Dan walked in just as Wayne stretched out on the couch.

"Feeling good?" Dan asked. Wayne smiled. "Yeah. The pain is gone and I am going to call the doctor today and let him know that." Dan sighed. "Good. Jack, what time are you coming here tonight?" Wayne remembered. Dan's bachelor party at the Big Lick was tonight.

"Seven," Jackie told him.

"I'll be ready," Dan said.

Dan's party went better than Wayne's. Dan got a standing ovation when he walked in. He was led to his table where a bottle of champagne waited for him. The show got started after the usual announcements from Big Sol. The Olsen Triplets bounced out on the stage in tuxedos with tails, white gloves, and top hats. They did a strip tease to ZZ Top's Sharp Dressed Man, playing it up. Then they did most of their action with Madonna's Like A Virgin, and then doing the intercourse scenes with ZZ Top's Gimme All Your Lovin'. They brought the house down with their performance. Then another act took the stage and entertained the crowd with a comedy routine about married life that had Dan rolling on the floor. The Triplets came back once more in white teddies, garter belts and stockings, and pink panties. They did another very hot routine using a medley of Aaron Cutler songs. All in all, the evening had gone very well.

All of the arrangements and plans were finalized the next day before the rehearsal dinner. Aaron made it back in time for the rehearsal dinner. They went to the church afterwards and practiced what they were to do the next morning. The rehearsal went perfectly. It was arranged that Wayne would stay at Jack's house tonight while Dan stayed at the house. Yoshi and Wang would stay with Wayne, while Zeus and Scott stayed with Dan. The rest of the security teams were in place at the church and the reception. Admittance was by invitation only. The press was kept at a respectable distance during the rehearsal dinner, and would be at the church and reception as well. The security teams were not taking chances. Too much was at stake.

The wedding day dawned bright and clear. Jack woke Wayne right at nine, following a preset schedule. Wayne had his shower while coffee and bagels were put on the table. Wayne had a cup of coffee and a bagel to tide him over until the reception. Jack had a friend who was a beautician come over to fix Wayne's hair and face. The black eye from the fight had faded considerably, but make up had to be used to cover it up. Wayne got dressed with help from Jack. Jack then went into his room and transformed himself into Jackie. She came out looking dazzling. Then it was off to the church in the limo. At the house, Dan had woken up around nine thirty. He went into the shower and was having his coffee when the beautician arrived. He worked with Dan's hair and face for a few minutes, making everything perfect. The limo showed up for him right at ten and took him to the church. Everything was on schedule.

The wedding started a bit after eleven. Jackie escorted Wayne up to the front as Dan waited for him. Jackie pecked him on the cheek, trying not to leave lipstick behind. Wayne took Dan's hand and they took the last steps up together. Rev. John smiled at them as he opened his book. Wayne and Dan stared into each other's eyes as Rev. John read the Wedding ceremony. They barely heard the love song Aaron had written especially for the wedding. Rev. John had to nudge them for the vows. Wayne blushed at the chuckles from the audience. He picked up the ring meant for Dan from the pillow in front of him. He looked up at Dan.

"This ring is a promise from me to you. Every time you look at it, it will remind you of my promise to you. I promise to love you and only you, to be faithful always, to share your laughter and joy in the good times, to comfort you in your bad times, to care for you always in sickness and in health, until death do we part," Wayne said, and then slid the ring on Dan's finger.

Dan took the ring meant for Wayne and repeated the same thing that Wayne had said and then slipped the ring on Wayne's finger. Then Rev. John said a prayer over them and then pronounced them married. They kissed as the audience rose and applauded them.

They walked out and then ducked into a side door until the sanctuary cleared. They went back in for the formal pictures and got that done.

Now it was time to face the people outside and ride to the reception. When they walked out the doors, people began cheering and applauding. The traditional rice was thrown as they went to the open top 1927 Ford touring car for the parade through town. Wayne and Dan could not believe the number of men and boys lining the streets. They were cheered all the way to the reception. They kissed to the delight of the crowd once they got out of the car. Waving to the crowd, they walked into the hotel and were escorted to the Grand Ballroom. The guests applauded once more as they entered. A reception line was formed and Wayne, Dan, Jackie (she was the maid of Honor), Henry Benson (Dan's Best Man and old friend from Washington DC) and Rev. John stood there and greeted people. Then the celebration got started.

They stood on the balcony of the Honeymoon suite a day later, watching the sun go down while sipping champagne from long stemmed glasses. They held hands and Wayne leaned against Dan while the sky slowly changed colors as the approaching evening took over. There was a knock at the door. Dan kissed Wayne before going to answer it. Room service rolled in a cart and set up the table out on the balcony and served the dinner. They enjoyed the prime rib and all the trimmings that went with it. After dinner, they sat on the couch and watched the fire glow cheerfully in the fireplace. They reclined on the couch, Wayne on top of Dan. Wayne and Dan fed each other strawberries dipped in chocolate and white chocolate, licking the sweet juices off each other's fingers. Dan slid out from underneath Wayne around nine.

"I'll go shower, and while you take yours and get ready for bed, I'll lock everything up," Dan said, kissing Wayne.

Wayne smiled. "Okay sweetheart."

Dan came out of the bedroom in his bathrobe ten minutes later. Wayne kissed him and went in. He stripped down quickly and took his new teddy into the bathroom with him. He washed himself clean, both inside and out. After getting completely dry, he dabbed the perfume on behind his ears, on his neck, on his nipples, and down the center of his torso. He carefully dressed in the teddy and the accessories, and then peeked out.

Dan was sitting up in bed, sipping his glass of champagne. Wayne grinned, knowing he'd get hot in a moment after seeing him in this. He walked out and smiled at Dan. Dan just blinked at him and froze.

"Oh my God!" Dan croaked.

He got out of bed and walked over to Wayne. Wayne gave him a very sensuous kiss that got Dan excited. Dan picked him up and laid him across the bed.

"Oh my sweet Wayne, I love you. I'm glad I married you. You bring so much joy to my life," Dan said.

He started kissing Wayne's body, feeling the smooth skin and silk on his lips. Wayne closed his eyes and moaned softly. The lovemaking had started.

Dan slowly undressed Wayne as he kissed, licked, and sucked every bit of skin on the teen's body. Wayne bucked and moaned, the passion overtaking him.

Dan left the garter belt and stockings in place, but removed the panties once he discovered the Velcro that held them in place. He sucked Wayne's hard cock into his mouth and deep throated it. Wayne practically screamed out in passion, his need to cum was great. Dan kept feasting on Wayne's body, the desire driving him. He kept sucking the teen's cock, and then put him on his knees and started in on Wayne's anus. Wayne felt Dan's mouth cover his gate, and start to suck and lick it. He gasped, wanting Dan to get him off. Dan kept on tongue fucking the gate, enjoying the taste of the boy's anal juice. He could smell the apple soap smell that Wayne had used to wash himself with. Dan rolled Wayne back onto his back and swallowed his cock again. He sucked Wayne hard and fast until Wayne convulsed and shot his load down Dan's throat, crying out the whole time.

Once Wayne stopped ejaculating, he shoved Dan onto his back and straddled the man's hips. He held Dan's seven inches [18 cm] while he pushed his ass down onto it, driving his husband's cock into his teen pussy and up into his tight ass. Wayne started riding Dan's cock, moaning and playing with his aroused nipples at the same time. Dan closed his eyes and enjoyed feeling his hubby's ass squeeze his cock while riding it. Dan stopped Wayne and held him as they lay on their side. Dan started fucking his bride once more.

Wayne loved feeling his husband's cock moving inside his teen asshole. Made him feel so good. Dan was slowly reaching the point of no return. He pulled out and rolled Wayne on his back, and then he stuffed his cock back inside his male bride and began the lovemaking once more. Wayne listened to his husband's heavy breathing as he got ass fucked like he'd never gotten before. He hoped his pussy wouldn't get too stretched out. He'd want it again tomorrow night.

Dan got closer, and then he was over the top. He yelled out in ecstasy while he unloaded his cream inside his male bride's pussy. Wayne felt his own cock erupt and spray his teen cum all over his husband as both of them came. Dan kept thrusting harder and deeper, wanting to get as far inside his bride as he could. He sighed once he was done cumming. Both of them sighed, feeling very satisfied. Dan withdrew his cock from his male bride and then walked to the bathroom. He started the tub and then came back for Wayne. They kissed as Dan led him into the bathroom. Dan took the garter belt and stockings off Wayne and then helped him into the tub.

They sat there for a bit, and then started washing each other. Dan took the time to gently clean Wayne's asshole, not wanting to hurt it. Wayne was feeling no pain at all. Wayne liked to have a butt plug inside his ass, and he used a number of then until he was able to take one the size of Dan's cock. Every now and then, he'd slip one inside his ass to keep it a bit stretched out for Dan. Dan didn't mind at all, seeing as to how it was a good idea. Dan and Wayne soaked in the hot bath for a while, and then got out. Dan dried Wayne off carefully, and then led him back to the bedroom. Wayne turned to the suitcase and took out his new two-piece nightie and got it on. The sight of it turned Dan on again. He took Wayne into his arms and they kissed. Dan led him to the bed and they got back into it. Wayne lay on Dan's left side and put his arm around his husband and tucked his head under the man's chin. Dan slowly caressed his boy bride, enjoying the warm body next to his. He pulled the sheet over them and they went to sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a great day for them.

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