Sidney Gittler

Arkansas Vacation

Chapters 40-45

Aaron Cutler and Harley Joel Oswald make guest appearances in this episode and as always this does not imply anything but fantasies about the actual sexual orientation of the boys of which they borrow their characters. And remember, Peckertown does not exist so please do nothing to a boy to make him go look for it.

Appropriately this is the fortieth chapter of the Arkansas Vacation saga. The twenty-fourth by me to go with ten by Dave, two by Pyro and four by some very good friends. I want to thank all these talented writers who have done my fictional town proud. As Pyro pointed out he's been waiting for this chapter for almost six years and I hope it was worth the wait. I also want to thank all of you who've stuck with me, us, all this time. Enjoy.
Thanks. Sid G.

"Love, do you understand what you're thinking," I said.

"Yes and I think it makes perfect sense. I'm not saying to invite everybody to the reception, just to the wedding and have a buffet after," Daniel said.

"Invite every single person who either lives in Peckertown or works for Jorgenson Enterprises to our wedding? Do you have any idea how many people that is?"

"I don't care. Lots of the residents are people I've known all my life, from when this was still a nice quiet southern town. Most of the others we know or make money from. Or are you being like Scott over the first Oscar party and not trusting the whores to behave themselves?"

I leaned back stunned, started to refute that by reminding him he was talking about inviting more than twenty-five hundred people to our wedding ceremony. The most important day of our lives together. Then caught myself.

"You really want this?"

"I do. I know its crazy and going to cost a fortune but I know it will add so much. Aaron and Jennifer took care of the business contacts at their wedding so except for a couple whom we've become personal friends with we don't need to invite them to the wedding or reception. And the buffet doesn't have to be fancy, mom can come up with what they used to serve at weddings in the firehouse in the old day and Benjy's crew can do that easy," Daniel paused, took a breath, "But it just feels so right to me to have everybody there. They are our people from long time residents like Mrs. Thorpe to the newest throwaway whose trying to make a life for himself. They're us. Do you understand Marc?"

I nodded. I did understand and he was right. Closing the clubs and other company owned businesses for a few hours, for the day even, wasn't a big deal, we've done it before. And bottom line what was wrong with sharing that special moment with as many people as possible.

"I do understand, you're right, it is the right thing to do for us and everybody else. But how?"

My Lion roared in delight and pulled out a large pad of paper from behind his end of the couch.

"I've been putting together a few ideas, just got to pray it doesn't rain."

"Wouldn't dare," I said and looked at the first page he showed me.

The next day the office door opened and Margaret looked up from her computer.

"Hi Aaron, how you doing?"

"Fine, is Marc or Lion around?"

Margaret took a quick look at the switchboard, "They're both in their offices and off the phone which one do you want?"

I walked out of my office right then heading over to Daniel's and I spotted Aaron Cutler talking to Margaret.

"Hey Aaron, how you doing?"

"Fine, you got a minute?" Aaron said.

"Sure, just on my way to Daniel's office or do you want me alone?"

"Both of you are always better than one," he said with a smile.

"Too true, something wrong with your voice?"

"Nope, just a little sore, guess I've been practicing too much for the next CD."

Daniel's door was open so we walked in and sat down. Right then we heard the front door open.

"Huh? What are you doing here Aaron? Thought you went back with Marc two seconds ago?" Margaret said loud enough for the three of us to hear.

"How's that possible?" Aaron said in his normal voice, "Harley and I just walked over from across the street."

"Yeah, how could you mistake anybody for my sweetheart?" Harley said.

"You two come with me," Margaret said and we heard her chair fly backward into the wall.

Seconds later she led Aaron and Harley into Daniel's office. Daniel and I both looked back and forth between the two blond teens. They both wore the same muscle t-shirts and long blue shorts, white socks pushed down to their high top sneakers.

"Hi Aaron," the one sitting said.

"Hi Aaron," the one standing with Harley and Margaret said.

The one sitting rose and stood next to the other Aaron and I looked closely at them. Now I know the real Aaron Cutler's twin is a girl and while there's never been much press on the other parts of the family nobody has ever mentioned a relative who was Aaron's twin. And they seemed identical, almost.

Almost. As I've said before I can tell identical twins apart and this time it was in the eyes. Yes they'd sounded different but the one I'd walked into Daniel's room eyes had a more distant look to them. A look I'd seen on too many boys who'd worked the streets elsewhere before coming to Peckertown.

I looked right at the newcomer.

"Is your name really Aaron?" I said.

"Told you," Harley said.

"Yes, my name really is Aaron. I'm from Miami originally," the other Aaron said, "How did you tell us apart? The voice?"

"With both of you here that was a part of it. What really did it were the eyes. You were a working boy down in Miami," I said.

"You've seen that thousand miles stare up here a lot I bet."

"All too fucking often," Daniel said.

"Harley and I were walking down the street this morning, autograph seekers aren't as bad then when a couple of the boys who work the park came running over and begged us to follow them. That we had to see something. Swore up and down it was good, nobody was going to hurt us or anything. So we followed them. One ran ahead and we heard him shout `they're coming.' We entered a grove and it was like looking into a mirror," Aaron Cutler said.

"Totally weird and awesome," the other Aaron said, "The other boys had been telling me constantly how much I looked like Aaron. I mean I knew it was close enough that it helped make me extra money whoring but these were kids who had met him up close. They made me show my knee to make sure I was telling the truth. My knee's are almost scar free."

"Unlike a certain someone who stepped into a garbage pail with broken glass and scared his gorgeous knee for life. But I have to admit I looked back and forth and couldn't tell them apart. Grabbed my honey's hand so I wouldn't lose track," Harley said.

"So we walked over to Wayne's and split a sausage and pineapple pie and talked. Aaron's only family was his mother and he was born homeless. Has no idea who his father is or any family on his mother's side," Aaron Cutler said.

"She was a good Mom but had her problems. Made a home for us in an abandoned factory, stayed there even after she died. Taught me to read and write which was more than a lot of my friends knew," the other Aaron said.

"I'm sure she was, did the best she could for you which is a lot more than some of the other boys here can say," Daniel said.

"We hired Aaron to be our assistant, Aaron's double, caretaker of the ranch when we're not here and he's going to move in with his boyfriend Nick. We decided on this gag because we had a question to ask, favor really," Harley said.

"What is it?" Daniel said.

"Want to run a DNA comparison to see if we are related," Aaron Cutler said.

"Dr. Schwartz and his son are away on vacation but Dr. George can set it up and keep it anonymous but there are risks, emotional risks if there is a match. Especially a close match," I said.

"I've been trying to tell him that. That I don't care if we are related or not. What they're offering me and Nick is more than we ever had or expected to have. I'm not looking for any more of the Carter family fortune than that," the other Aaron said.

"And there's no rush, it can be done any time," I said.

Carter nodded, "We'll wait for now. Maybe when brother Nick comes to visit next month we can talk about it again."

"Now where's your Nick?" Daniel said.

"Waiting at The Tasty Buns for us. You know us growing boys need more than a single pizza to fill us up," Harley said.

"Why didn't you want them to do that DNA test? Daniel asked at supper in our dining room that night.

Not only has he grown from when I met him three years ago but he's matured and recently developed his own cooking talents. The fettuccini alfredo with shrimp he'd made would have made a chef in Italy's finest restaurant proud.

"DNA comparisons like paternity tests are done by matching the two strings and seeing how much matches. You compare my dad's and mine and you'll fine a certain level of matching, me and my sister a little less."

"And with Orin even less," Daniel said, "So if it comes up with a high degree of matching then maybe they're half-brothers."

"And what does that do to the Carter family?" I said.

"Nothing worthwhile," Daniel said, "Wonder if we should invite the Carters and Oswalds too?"

"Sure, why not, invite the President and the Governor for that matter," I said.

"Shit, I forgot to put the Governor and his wife on the list. He couldn't make Aaron's but said he'd try to make ours, now that's three Aarons we have to keep straight." Daniel said and jotted down a note.

"Fortunately only one of them is straight," I said.

It was now the end of May, two months before the wedding and we still had a lot to do. At the weekly family brunch the Sunday before Memorial Day Daniel and I announced our wedding plans from the huge wedding, the smaller reception after and that we'd be leaving the next morning for a two-week honeymoon.

"How many people do you want me to cook for?" Benjy said.

I couldn't tell what he was feeling. Was it fear that his crew couldn't do it, that it meant not being in the wedding party or the dollar signs racking up.

"Just a buffet for say 2,500 to 3,000 people and yes a lot of them will be growing boys who will probably be very hungry," I said.

"And you can use kitchen space and personnel from the hotels and restaurants," Elija said.

"See that's the problem. Logistically there's no problem. But my staff will want to be there and I have a feeling you're going to get the same problem with any other workers. Whom are you going to tell at the hotels they can't come?" Benjy said.

"Let's just stick with your operation son," Elija said, "Can you and Jake figure out a menu and schedule that will let you have everything there and setup over warmers or ice an hour before the ceremony so that you can all be at the wedding and positioned so that as soon as its over they can walk over and be ready?"

Benjy looked over at his brother.

"The menu choice for the buffet is up to you. Whatever makes this work is fine with Marc and me," Daniel said.

Benjy nodded, "OK, I'll sit down with Jake first thing in the morning. Do you want the Slave Orchestra either place?"

"For both if it works for you. Don't know what your plans for the club are for that night," Daniel said.

"Can open without those boys there, especially for the show. The real question is what masters aren't you going to invite to the reception," Benjy said.

"Close the club for the day that way you can pull whomever you want to work at the buffet and kitchens the rest have an easy day," Elija said.

"Thanks Dad," Benjy and Daniel said.

"How you going to invite everybody and organize this thing? It was tough enough for Aaron and me? Jennifer said from her perch a millimeter from her new husband on the couch.

Daniel took out his giant pad and turned to the layout page.

"The ceremony as we said will be at the park. We'll probably have to reimburse some of the working boys for lost income but shouldn't be a major expense. The ceremony itself will be here at the top of the park, furthest away from the road," Daniel said pointing to the place, "The invited guests will sit on folding chairs in the roped off area. Everybody else will either stand or bring their own chairs outside that. Benjy you can either set everything up on one side or split on both, that's up to you."

"Neither, off to the left facing the preacher man is a small patch of trees with a path leading through it to the ball fields. I'll set up there and you can do your reception line at the entrance to the path. My guys can watch from that area and protect it from anybody wanting an early snack," Benjy said.

"That's my boyfriend the caterer for you," Roger said and Benjy beamed.

Benjy has really enjoyed running his catering service and with Caleb doing more and more of administrative work at the Little Leather Club and Jake the same at Benjy's Catering Service the new teenager was enjoying himself more than he had in a long time. Caleb, to his own surprise, found he enjoys the administrative end and has started helping Paulo with it at the Peckertown Training Academy as well.

"That way there will be more room for guests so everybody will be more comfortable," Daniel said.

"Works for me," I said.

"That leaves one more subject for tonight," Daniel said, "Dad, Mom I would like the two of you to walk me down the aisle."

"We'd be honored to son," Elija said.

"Aaron, I'd like you to be my best man, Benjy, Kristen I would like you to be two of my groomsmen" Daniel said.

"Yes," Aaron shouted but I'm not sure my love heard since Benjy's arms were around him.

"Bro, did you think I was leaving you out because of the catering?" Daniel said.

Benjy nodded.

"Shit, I'm sorry. Guess I should have done this first."

"No its fine, just baby bro being baby bro," Benjy said.

"Does this mean I have to wear a tuxedo too?" the only Jorgenson daughter asked.

"Not unless you want to. If you'd rather a new dress that goes with the tuxedos' that's fine too," I said.

"Then they'd better be a light color if you want me to match it, I am not wearing black or gray," Kristen said.

"What about me Uncle Marc," Orin said from the corner where he'd been sitting with his boyfriend eating chips like he'd hadn't eaten in a week instead of an hour.

"We would like our two nephews to be our ring bearers," Daniel said.

"Sweet," Orin said.

"Cool, I was afraid I was going to be the flower girl," Bruce said and everybody laughed.

"Who else are you having in your party son?" Francis said.

"Just one more Cody," Daniel said.

"Not Lance?" Aaron asked surprised.

"He's going to be in mine along with Margaret and Scott with Zeus as my best man. I already asked and Josie and Sam will give me away.

"We're meeting at the Inn tomorrow to finalize plans for the reception that night. Except for making sure the orchestra is there you have nothing to do but enjoy baby bro," Daniel said.

"Don't call me baby bro," Benjy said and stuck his tongue out.

"Ah yes; those are my little boys," Francis said and wiped a tear from her eye.

Daniel had a couple of errands to run the next morning so he arrived about an hour later than I did at the office. He was enjoying the Subaru Impresza WRX he'd just bought for himself. Mostly we used my larger Outback but the Impresza was a lot more fun.

He walked into the office and saw Margaret's stunned face. Taking a look Daniel decided it was a good stunned and relaxed.

"What's up cousin? Junior pop the question?"

Margaret shook her head, "Marc asked me to be in his wedding party. I never expected that."

"You did say yes I hope, Kristen is in mine," Daniel said.

"I did, just, wow. Now I've got to get another gown and hopefully Junior will get the idea."

"Just make sure you catch the garter and he gets the bouquet."

Margaret handed me my messages and sent me on my way.

The meeting at the Jorgenson Inn with Zeus, Chef Emryl and his executive chef was frustrating. Daniel and I had decided on a fairly basic menu featuring local favorites. Chef had a gourmet French dinner for two hundred in his mind. Most of the selections Daniel had never heard of and I don't like.

"But Mr. Marc, Mr. Daniel, what you ask is so plain, not worthy of you two."

"Thank you Chef but what you suggest doesn't feel right to me," Daniel said."

This went around for an hour with everything either one suggesting the other rejecting. Zeus and I were rolling our eyes between staring at the other chef who was slumping lower and lower in his chair.

"Enough, how about this. At the buffet before do half the items you want and half from our list. You will do our basic menu but you can use the side dishes you want and prepare the food fancier but without going overboard. We will come back with Daniel's parents in two weeks for samples. Is that acceptable? Good. See you in two weeks for supper. Let's go love we've got work to do."

With that I stood, winked at Zeus who was trying not to laugh and walked out with Daniel running to catch up.

"What happened?" Daniel said as I pulled the car out of our reserved space.

"We'd have been there till the wedding the way you two were going at each other. This way we tell him to tone down anything that's over the top and everybody's happy."

Daniel leaned on my shoulder and I put my right arm around his. "What's next?"

"For the wedding just the invitations and Peter Pressman is coming to the office in the morning for that. I think we need three different ones, though one will be more of a flyer."

"One, is for the people we're inviting to the seating area and the reception and the flyer is for the boys and other people around town. But who's the second invite for?" Daniel said.

"I was thinking there are boys, employees, townspeople who we don't want to invite for the reception but we'd want to send something to instead of counting on them to see flyer."

"Like Byron and Bryan?" Daniel said.

"Exactly, or Scott's cousins."

"They're on the list now, Scott asked me too when I asked him to be in the wedding party."

I shrugged, "No problem but you get the idea."

"Good one, now do we really have to go back to work?"

I looked at the dashboard, thought about the pile on my desk, looked at the closed eyes next to me and headed home.

The love of my life opened his eyes when I turned the car off and said, "Take me to bed."

"Sleep or sex?"

Daniel smiled then yawned.

We napped for two hours, his long back mane spreading out onto my shoulders. For once it was not the phone nor the call of nature that woke us. It was an even more essential call.

"I'm hungry, feed me," Daniel whispered into my ear after shaking me slightly awake.

"Blow me, that'll keep you nourished," I said.

Daniel turned into Lion and slid downwards while licking my torso as he approached his prey, the meat he wanted to devour. When I felt his smooth cheek rest on my thigh a rippling purr followed as his tongue slowly licking my hardening cock up and down.

I leaned back and ran my fingers through his hair.

Lion moved and took my cockhead into his mouth and began to lightly chew his meat as he slowly took it further and further into his mouth, his throat. Once his lips touched my trimmed pubic bush he shook the meat in his mouth and the moan from the effects of his sensuous lips was the only thing that prevented a laugh from his playfulness from coming out.

And like a lion in the wild my Lion never wastes time playing with his meat. Quickly he started sliding his hot mouth up and down my expanding shaft. He growled as his favorite piece of meat grew even larger and started throbbing in his mouth. He was truly a hungry lion looking to fill his stomach as fast as he could and like the king of the jungle the crown prince of Peckertown, Arkansas gets what he wants and I erupted, filling his stomach with my seed.

Momentarily sated he moved up next to me and I ran my hand over his royal member and he quickly pushed my mouth down on top of it to receive his love.

We cuddled for a few more minutes and then Daniel said, "That was fun but I think I need something a little more solid and I don't feel like cooking."

"Cody's for steaks?" I said.

"Cool, haven't seen them in a while anyway."

We got from the Jorgenson Inn's front entrance to Cody's Sports Bar & Grill with hardly any interruptions and no problems and while not a record was a relief. Keith greeted us and seated us away from the main floor.

"So how you and Tad doing?" Daniel asked.

"Fine, we're both working extra hours because of the house so it cuts down on our time together but it is so worth it. Don't get me wrong, I loved living with Cody and Justin and Tad with Zeus and the twins but to really have our own space," Keith said with a huge smile.

"Great, glad to hear it. Is big brother around?" Daniel said.

"In the office, I'll get him for you and send Kyle over to be your waiter."

"Thanks," I said.

Kyle arrived a few minutes later. Thirteen, five feet tall, white blond hair that was almost as long as Daniel's and framed a perfect clear white face. In keeping with the restaurant's theme he wore a running shirt and shorts and had the perfect body for the outfit. Except for his sneakers it was evident those were the only two garments he was wearing.

"Good evening sirs, welcome to Cody's Sports Bar and Grill. Can I get either of you something from the bar or put your appetizer order in," Kyle said.

Daniel and I looked at each other. Neither of us had seen him before nor had we heard such a proper welcome in a long time.

"You've worked in a restaurant before?" I asked.

"Yes sir, my parents owned a French restaurant in Washington, D.C. and I worked as a busboy and fill in waiter there for two years until I moved here two months ago," Kyle said.

"Why did you come here?" I said.

"I'd rather not say sir," Kyle said and stiffened.

"That's fine, welcome to my hometown and hope you enjoy your time here. I'll have a Coors Lite," Daniel said in the thicker Southern accent he produces when he feels it's warranted.

"Thank you sir," he nodded to Daniel and turned to me.

"Screwdriver, its his turn to drive. And the Daniel sampler platter for the appetizer," I said.

"Very good."

We both watched the hot ass depart and then Cody and Justin walk toward us.

"Don't you even think of stealing him from us," Justin said, "he's the best waiter we have."

We all chuckled as they took the empty seats at our table for four.

"If the rest of his serving ability equals what we've seen we'd be tempted to take him as a trainer," I said.

"Oh it is, he already has some regulars who will wait for his section," Cody said, "Keith said you were looking for me."

"Cody, as my oldest and dearest friend I would be honored if you would be in my wedding party," Daniel said.

Cody was hugging him so fast that a couple of nearby staff and customers started thinking he'd fallen.

"Of course, yes, yes"

"What's up?" Keith said hurrying up.

"Lion just asked Cody to be in his wedding party," Justin said as he peeled his lover off of mine.

That was followed immediately by the sound of two broken glasses and running feet. By the time we could react Kyle was running out the front door.

One of the busboys cleaned up the mess, a waiter brought our drinks and the platter and took our order while Cody and Justin apologized to the nearby guests for the outbursts. They rejoined us when our steaks arrived and they didn't have a clue as to what could have caused Kyle to react that way.

"I asked him why he'd come down from DC and he said he preferred not talking about it and we didn't push him, just gave him the drink and appetizer order," I said.

"Wouldn't tell us either which is normally a big strike but the experience he had was too much to pass on," Justin said.

"Boy won't tell why he's here he may be running for the wrong reasons and that makes us uncomfortable," Cody added.

I nodded, over the years we'd had police come down from various other states, and even a couple feds, looking for a boy wanted for a serious crime and while we'll protect a boy from his family or guardians if he's over thirteen all we can do in those cases is hold an extradition hearing if the boy requests one.

"Don't think that's the problem here. You said my name and the glasses dropped if I heard right and I didn't recognize him or the name," Daniel said.

"And I said Lion, not Daniel," Justin said.

"You going to take him back if he comes back?" I said.

"The first time we always do. Face it we get a lot of new arrivals here and even with the boys' been here around a while something can set them off. A face that seems familiar, a name. I've even seen it with a drink order that matches the parents. We try and get them to talk about it but don't press. If there's a repeat then it's either talk, counseling or gone. Most take the counseling which is fine with us," Cody said.

"Face it if we don't understand who will," Justin added and I raised my glass in a toast.

We spent the rest of our time together talking about the wedding and ensuring everybody that Keith and Tad were going to be invited to everything. After signing the check we headed over to the club for the comedy show.

Boydini and Ninja-boy are still performing at the Jorgenson Inn's nightclub every night but with the popularity of the Wednesday night variety shows at the Big Lick Zeus had transformed the early show on Friday and the Sunday matinee into comedy shows. Except for the rare gay comedian who was willing to come all the performers were boys. There was one local who did a Jeff Foxworthy "you might be a redneck if" type routine" but the rest were all newcomers. And mostly working boys at that.

Their routines were interesting. Some had no sexual content, no profanity at all. At the other extreme were profanity laced routines with graphic hand motions and scanty costumes. The most interesting ones though were clearly based on clients. Some Daniel and I recognized.

After the show we had a quick drink at the bar then retold some of the jokes as we drove home.

As I turned into our driveway the headlights swept over a figure on the steps. The figure was curled up into a ball and didn't react to the light. I stopped the car at the end of the porch and we got out and walked up together. We walked noisily but the figure still didn't stir, even when we were standing over it on the porch.

"It's Kyle, he still has his uniform on," Daniel said.

"I don't get it, he runs at the sound of your name and ends up here."

Daniel knelt behind the boy and shook his shoulder. Kyle sat up so fast he almost banged his head against Daniel's chin.

"Don't be mad, don't punish me please," Kyle said obviously scared.

"Were not mad, we were all concerned after you ran out of the restaurant and hotel. And nobody's going to hurt you," Daniel said.

"Promise," I added seeing the look in his eyes, "Lets go in and talk."

"Can we talk out here please?" Kyle said.

"Sure," I said and sat down next to him.

"Do you want anything to drink or eat?" Daniel said.

"Soda if you've got one, don't care what kind," Kyle said.

"Be back in a couple of minutes, don't start without me," Daniel said and went in.

He was gone long enough I knew that he'd called Cody and Justin to tell them the news. He brought out a coke for Kyle and himself and a diet coke for me along with a plate of Mrs. Thorpe's chocolate chip cookies.

Kyle gobbled two of the cookies down before the plate hit the ground and then blushed.

"Sorry, missed family meal and never had a chance to grab something to eat. Uh, family meal is what we call the help's meal," Kyle said.

"I know, used to work at the Tasty Buns," Daniel said.

"But that was really family meal," Kyle said.

"True," Daniel said, "Can you tell us what's going on Kyle? Why did hearing my nickname cause you to drop the glasses, runaway and end up here?"

"Lion, can I call you that?"

"Sure Kyle," Daniel said.

"You know your father's family originally came from up north."

"Sure it was his father who moved down here," Daniel said softly.

"Well my grandfather was your grandfather's older brother which makes us cousins of some sort or other. Never knew this part of the family existed until I saw the articles in TIME, People and about the film Aaron and Harley made. One of those articles, I forget which, mentioned the Jorgenson family and how you were prominent down here. And there was a mention of a Lion Jorgenson. I asked my father and he acknowledged the family relationship but there had been a rift long ago so they weren't really family.

"And while to our clients he didn't care straight or gay when father found me blowing the chef he couldn't take it but since he needed the chef more than me he kicked me out of the house. I figured come down here where there were loads of other boys like me. I asked around and found out about the family pretty fast even though I used Mom's maiden name instead of Kyle Jorgenson."

"Why didn't you contact us?" Daniel said as he put his arm around his cousin's shoulders.

"From what I remember gramps saying it wasn't a friendly parting and that the bloodlines had gotten pretty thin. Plus I didn't want you to think I was here to live off the connection. But when I heard Justin call you Lion it hit home and hit hard I guess. When I calmed down I decided it was time to meet you and this was the best place."

"It was cousin, welcome to the family," Daniel said.

"Yeah Kyle, welcome to the family," I added.

"You ready to come in?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah, can I spend the night? Don't feel like going back to the barracks," Kyle said.

"The one behind the hotel?" I said as I rose.

"Yes, no utilities or anything but a bunch of us who work at the hotel live there. Sort of honor system where you don't touch anything don't belong to you or you're not only out of home but out of job. And I guess I'm out of that too after today."

Daniel and I looked at each other and shook our heads. Neither of us knew about this living arrangement and I doubted Zeus did either.

"Don't worry, Cody and Justin will take their best waiter back in a second and if they don't we'll find you a job," Daniel said.

"They really called me their best waiter?" Kyle said.

"Kid, you're the best waiter I've seen since New York City, and better than a lot of those," I said.

"Thanks Marc," Kyle said, "I'm tired and the couch is fine."

"Nonsense, there's an empty guest room upstairs with its own bathroom and you can stay here as long as you want," I said before Daniel could.

We were rewarded by a dazzling smile.

"I'll get you settled in and explain the couple house rules while Marc makes the couple phone calls he has to," Daniel said.

It was my turn to call Cody and Justin. I filled them in and told them that Kyle would be taking tomorrow off but nobody but the three of them could know about the family ties until he was ready. Then I asked them if they knew of the living arrangements.

"No way Marc. A lot of the boys use the shower and changing area we set up in the rear of the kitchen before and after shifts and we figured they were either working or saving on utility bills. I know the barracks weren't bad before the slaves moved out but I don't know what condition it's in now," Justin said.

"We don't have any problem with them living there either but we turned all the utilities off including water when we moved the Little Leather Club boys out of there. I'll let you know what's going on. I'm going to call Zeus now and bitch about security."

That got the desired laugh from the two Erickson boys and Justin. But I was only half joking. We hired security to patrol the grounds of the hotel and how could they miss the comings and goings out of the barracks or not report it. Unless some were living there too.

Mike Snitz answered the phone and got Zeus for me.

"Hi boss, what's up?" the big man said.

"Do you know some of your and Cody's employees are living in the barracks?" I said.

"What? Hell no Marc, in fact we were talking about renovating it for storage at the managers meeting yesterday. How'd you hear about this?"

I relayed the night's highlights.

"What are we going to do boss? You know we can't just dump those boys out on the streets. Even turning on the utilities without talking to them might scare them out."

"I know, I know and I may use Kyle to help us with them but what I need you to do tomorrow is find out why your security team never said anything to you. I am pissed off about that."

"First thing Marc and I'll call you as soon as I have any news," Zeus said.

"Fine, talk to you then. Now get back to your boys," I said and hung up once again wondered how even a man as well endowed as Zeus kept the twins satisfied.

Daniel handed me the rest of my soda and we sat on the couch.

"He's asleep already."

"Zeus was shocked, said they were talking about renovating the barracks for storage."

Daniel nodded, "That was on the agenda we got the other day. So what do we do?"

"Can't kick them out, can't even turn on the utilities without a plan. Don't even know how many boys are living there."

"Kyle said about thirty every night and there's another twenty regulars. He figures they're whoring and if they don't get client for night they go there. And he claims he hasn't whored, but that might just be for our consumption. He was surprised at the sex rule, especially when I told him it included family."

"Cool, we'll go with him tomorrow and round up as many of them as possible and work things out. With that many boys we can say charge them a buck a night and cover all expenses," I said.

"Ten a week guarantees their bed regardless if they spend the night or not and all they have to do is keep the place clean.

"Do you know about the rift Kyle was talking about?" I asked my fiancee.

"Not really. Great-grandfather owned a bunch of restaurants but my grandfather was more interested in banking. He went to work for Chase Manhattan and quickly moved up the ranks plus was a good investor. He and grandma didn't like it up in New York City, didn't think it was fit for the family they were starting, and one day he saw an ad that the Peckertown Bank was for sale. He negotiated a price he could afford with his assets and a loan from Chase and moved the family down here. Dad was about five I think and Uncle Jeb was seven. Uncle Jeb inherited the banking genes and Dad got the restaurant genes. Why the branches split apart I don't know and I don't know if even Dad does. Grandpa and Grandma died within weeks of each other when Benjy was a baby and I have very few memories of them."

"Shame, but as we know too well families fall apart all too often. Breakfast at the Tasty Buns and introduce him to the rest of the family?"

"Sure, why not. Maybe by the time we get there Benjy will show up in his leathers," Daniel said and rose.

Kyle was willing to go meet the family but felt a little uncomfortable going in his work clothes. Which he reluctantly admitted was the only clothing he had. Anything of Daniel's was way too big so we stopped at Cliff's California Wear for some new clothes. Cliff Agoura came out of the back to help us. Cliff is 15, blond, wears his blond hair split down the middle and thick and long enough to cover his ears. He was wearing his trademark cutoff jean shorts, from top to bottom they are about nine inches [23 cm], maybe a foot [30 cm] and there's no top button. He was wearing an open short-sleeve shirt in a blue and yellow swirl design of his own.

"Hi Daniel, Marc, how are you and who is," Cliff paused to look up and down, "who is your friend."

"My name's Kyle Murray, I'm a waiter at Cody's and last night they offered to show me a great place for clothes shopping. From the looks of things they were right," Kyle said as their eyes locked.

"We'll wonder around Cliff while you help Kyle, just put it on my tab and we'll be back in half-an-hour," Daniel said.

"Make it an hour," Cliff said.

We walked out the door.

The three of us walked into the Tasty Buns a half-hour after that and Kyle was still hot wearing an open turquoise and lavender shirt that matched the one Cliff had been wearing. The Cliff jean shorts were missing the top button but came down to mid-thigh. The few extra inches of fabric made for a more modest look but the shorts were still tight enough that everything was obvious. But nothing as obvious as the smile on Kyle's face that had nothing to do with new clothes.

Aaron gave a double take when we walked in and I knew he was looking at Kyle. Since Aaron is so straight he isn't even a good judge of boy hotness it wasn't that.

"Hi bro, you look like you've seen a ghost," Daniel said.

"Dad, Mom, can you come out here now," Aaron called.

We looked at each other and then heard hurrying footsteps from the kitchen. As we turned toward Elija and Francis I noticed all the patrons were staring at us too.

"What's wrong Aaron?" Elija said and then stopped in his tracks so fast his wife almost plowed into him.

"Dear God," Elija whispered.

Kyle leaned into Daniel and was definitely scared as his cousin put his arm around him.

"Incredible," Francis said, "Kristen, run into the living room and get that photo album we were looking at last night."

"Yes Mom," Kristen yelled.

"Mom, Dad, what's going on. You're scaring us," Daniel said.

"Orin, Bruce, put tables together for all of us. If you need to move people give them dessert on the house," Aaron said and my naked nephew and his equally naked boyfriend soon had a table for eight set up and sat down with us as Kristen walked in with an obviously old photo album and handed it to her mother before taking her seat. She too never took her eyes off of Kyle.

Francis quickly flipped through the pages before stopping, nodding and showing the picture to Elija.

"You're a Jorgenson, from up north aren't you son?" he asked.

"Yes, my name's Kyle Murray Jorgenson, your father and my grandfather were brothers. But how did you know? Far as I know nobody knows I'm here and been no contact with this branch since the split," Kyle said.

In response Elija passed the photo album along first to Bruce then Orin and after seeing their shock it finally came to me.

Silently I pushed the book in front of Kyle and Daniel leaned over.

"Jesus, that's me," Kyle said.

"No, that's my father about your age. He brought that book with him when we moved down here. He was working in the restaurant in New York City then while going to school."

"Jennifer, my wife, came over after closing last night for supper and asked if we had any old family pictures and instead of going to when I was a kid Mom pulled this one out and that's how come this old picture was fresh in our mind Kyle," Aaron said.

"Well that ruined this surprise," I said.

"So did you come down to look for family or some other reason son?" Francis said.

"Both Ma'am, guess it's a story you've heard before. Dad's in restaurant business in DC and caught me and the chef and tossed me out and kept the chef. Seen the stories about Peckertown and the family so decided to come on down. Got a waiter's job at Cody's and that's where I saw Marc and Daniel last night."

He skipped the rest of the story and I wasn't going to fill in the blanks.

"Why didn't you come straight here son? You should of known we'd welcome you with open arms," Elija said.

"Knew that sir, just didn't want you to think I was going to freeload on the family and since like your Dad I waited tables in the restaurant so I got job at Cody's and was just looking for right moment and last nigh was it," Kyle said.

"Proud of you son. Now where you staying?" Elija said and Kyle smiled.

I put my hand on Kyle's arm. "That brings up the related reason Daniel and I are here sir. Last night and for now Kyle is living with us in the spare bedroom. Up till then he was living in the barracks behind the JI."

It took a moment or two longer than I expected but it came.

"What in hell's name do you mean he was sleeping in the barracks? We closed that place years ago and there hasn't been any electric, even water to shit in there. How?" Elija sputtered to a close as Francis pulled him back down.

"Dad, we don't know how or for how long but according to Kyle there's about fifty boys living there and about all of them work in the hotel, either for us or Cody's. We both have showers and changing facilities so it works out for them that way. Called Zeus last night and he was going to get on Sargent on how this was happening," Daniel said.

"Some of the security guards sleep there," Kyle said softly.

"What we sort of figured," I said just as softly.

"Then I guess you got a plan that doesn't include throwing fifty boys out of their home?"

"Yes sir," I said.

"Then do it and get to work you two while we get to know this young man."

"Sure Dad. Kyle we'll pick you up in an hour or so when we're ready to go to the Inn. We're going to need your help there," Daniel said.

"And I owe my bosses a big apology for last night too," Kyle said.

"Yes, but I talked to them and they understand," I said.

Benjy and Roger hurried in the door as we were leaving.

"What's wrong?" Benjy said.

"Dad will explain, but it includes how you maintain one of your properties," Daniel said and we managed to get across the street before we broke out laughing.

The three of us had just sat down at Wayne's Pizza that night to celebrate a successful and happy day when Cliff walked in with another boy.

"Who's that with Cliff?" Kyle said and you could feel the air rush out of him.

Just then a third boy walked in, put his arm around the second's waist and kissed his cheek. Cliff spotted us, or should I say Kyle, and strode over, walked behind Kyle, turned him around and kissed him hard on the lips.

"Now I know these two have money to spend on a hot boy like you but they can't possibly give you the satisfaction and loving I can so why are you hanging out with them?" Cliff said.

"Remind me to double his rent next lease," Daniel said.

"You wouldn't dare cousin," Kyle said.

Cliff let him go and stood straight up. "Cousin? On your Mom's side Lion?"

"No his Dad's side. Cliff please don't be mad but I sort of left something out this morning because wanted to make sure you really liked me," Kyle said.

Cliff knelt in front of Kyle and took his hands, "I do like you and for more than that very hot body of yours. What did you leave out besides being Lion's cousin?"

"Murray's my middle name, last name is Jorgenson, our grandpas were brothers."

Cliff smiled, "Don't mind, like it in fact because you like me for more than my money and free clothes."

Everybody started laughing.

"And who are your friends boyfriend?" Kyle said.

Cliff gave Kyle another long kiss before answering.

"They are more than good friends, Calvin here on the left is my production manager, he makes sure my designs see the light of day the way I want and Yves, sexy French accent and all, is my tailor and Cal's boyfriend.

"Do you guys want one big table in the back room? I can set up a table for five in no time," Jackie said.

"There six of us darling," Yves said.

Jackie pointed a very feminine finger at Kyle and with his Adam's Apple bobbing said, "I'm going to take care of this newbie personally."

Kyle blushed and Cliff put his arms around him, "To late Jack, he's all mine."

"Jack?" Kyle said.

"You're from the District and you've never seen a transvestite before?" I said.

"Not one this hot," Kyle said, "and sorry Jack."

"Dressed like this I'm Jackie but if Cliff says you're his you are one lucky boy. Now do you want that table for seven or not?"

"Sure, and please join us when you can," Cliff said and kissed Jackie on the cheek."

"Oh, boys I think I'm going to swoon from that. Follow me lads, you too Marc," Jackie said.

"Wait till I tell Dan you said that," I said.

"You mean Mr. Saltshaker? Though the way he's going he'll have more white than black soon. Wayne's just wearing his hubby out," Jackie said with an exaggerated thrust of his hips.

"Mr. Saltshaker still writes the paychecks so move that dainty ass of yours girlie," Dan shouted from the kitchen and the whole place roared.

Wayne has great pizza and the nicest pizzeria in town but I swear Jackie is responsible for half the business.

Cliff came home with us after supper and it didn't take long for them to say good-night and head up to Kyle's room. Three hours later when we went to bed at eleven it was clear they still hadn't gone to sleep.

And yes that night we added two more names to both the A-list and B-list for the wedding invitations. Which was good because we had rescheduled the meeting with Peter Pressman about our invitations for the first thing in the morning and we were running out of time.

Unbelievably we agreed on the first one he showed us. It was a light blue background with two men in silhouette. While it would cost more we decided that the A-list men would be light blue, the B-list would be navy blue and the men on the flyers would be lavender.

"I hope you know this will cost extra because of what you're asking and take a little longer unless we put a rush on it and that bumps the charge up to," Pressman said.

Daniel reached behind and lifted a folder and placed it on his desk. On the top of the thick folder the label clearly read "Pressman Printing."

"But as I was about to say because you gentlemen are such good customers we'll waive all extra costs," Pressman said.

"We appreciate that, and by the way here's payment on a couple of bills we owe you," Daniel said as he pulled a check out of the top.

"Thanks a lot Daniel, Marc. Let me get things rolling."

Daniel walked him out and returned with our morning cans of soda and closed the door behind him.

"Damn, the way he blanched I thought he was going to give the invitations to us as our wedding gift," Daniel said and we both laughed.

May turned into June and we were torn between wedding preparations, increased business at all our properties and the start of the annual influx of new boys that marked the end of every school year.

The house was also more crowded than we were used to with Orin and Bruce sleeping in one guest bedroom and Kyle, and more and more frequently Cliff, in the other. That was because Cliff shared a one-bedroom apartment with Calvin and Yves and despite being the boss he had the sofa bed. The four of them usually stripped as soon as they walked in the door, not that any of them were wearing much to begin with. In fact there were a few days when Daniel and I called over to the Tasty Buns for them to come over so we could go home that they didn't bother putting their shorts on and just walked across the road bareassed.

Most nights there were various friends over for a swim, dinner, talking whatever. Peckertown was beginning to remind me of Las Vegas. Vegas had the strip and downtown with the casinos and the rest of the tourist attractions. Go beyond them and it was just another growing city with regular houses and regular people who made everything go, like Orin and Bruce and their parents. We had the few main streets were all the businesses were from the Tasty Buns on one end to the Jorgenson Inn at the other with the park, clubs, and the other restaurants and hotels in the middle. Some extended to nearby side streets but like Vegas it quickly becomes the quiet southern town many of its former residents would recognize.

How they would feel about the working boys who grouped together to buy some of the houses or even boys like Cliff who are successful businessmen is a different question.

June turned into July and we had most of the responses back on the invitations. The tuxedos and gowns were ready and acceptable to all. It had taken two food tastings to get everybody happy. The only thing left was the honeymoon and I'd just smiled when Daniel said surprise me. There were limitations since he didn't have a passport but a bit of surfing and I had the perfect place.

Once that was done there were only two events between us and wedded bliss. Two bachelor parties. All either of us knew was that we weren't getting invited to the other one and that they had flipped a coin to see who went first.

It turned out that Zeus won the toss.

I was getting ready to leave the office around five on Friday, July 12th when Kevin called apologetically telling me he needed me right away at the In-Boy-Inn's banquet hall. Daniel was already home and I knew laying naked by the pool and that thought had a lot more appeal than more work and tried to get Kevin to tell me the problem over the phone. Now the fact that his refusal was odd didn't sink in and I agreed to drive over for "just a couple minutes."

My second clue should have been the empty parking lot on that side of the building while the rest of the lot was jammed.

The third and final clue, and the one that began sinking into my brain was Kevin waiting outside the door, opening it for me and insisting I go first. The room was dark, as dark as it was, as dark as it was on the night of my surprise birthday party my first week here!

It would be easy enough to say, and not that big a lie, to say the next thing I remembered was sometime on Sunday. Fortunately for everybody I do remember enough.

As the door closed behind me there were shouts from all over the room: "SURPRISE!!!"

With that the lights came on and after I recovered from the sudden light I saw just about everybody I knew was there. Orin and Bruce came up to me still naked as pair of jay birds and led me through the room to a high-backed chair at the far end at sat me down then started to kneel at each side of me.

"Boys put something on," I said.

They giggled and went behind the chair and reemerged moments later wearing the briefest of loincloths. They covered enough so if any pictures got back to their parents they would have an argument against a child porn case.

Zeus walked up from the rear and stopped in the center of the room and motioned for everybody to take their seats. As soon as they had nude waiters appeared with bottles of champagne and filled our glasses. At the rear I saw the boys take their own glasses and raise them toward me.

"Gentlemen," Zeus began, "We are here to honor one of the best men ever to grace the streets of our fair town. Unfortunately he wasn't able to attend so we will have to do with this poor sucker."

The room laughed, and to be honest so did I.

"To Marc C. Fogel, may he find nothing but peace and happiness with his beloved," Zeus finished.

"To Marc," everybody shouted and emptied their glasses.

With that Orin and Bruce led me to a table where I ate along with them, Zeus, Aaron, Benjy, Roger, Marc and Mike Snitz, and Elija.

Did a double take at that and he laughed.

"I'm not that much older than you son," he said and we laughed.

The food was great and the liquor flowed. Which is why some of the night is hazy. After dinner I was escorted back to my throne and the presents were presented. There were a couple nice and sentimental presents but mostly it looked like they'd emptied out the several adult novelties stores in town. At the end Benjy went to the door and brought out two of the boys from the Little Leather Club dressed in their leathers.

"Mister Marc, we represent all the boys who have ever been a part of the Little Leather Club and we'd like to take this opportunity to thank you for all your kindness and consideration to us by making you, with Master Benjy's permission, an honorary master."

With that they unveiled a plaque which had a man on the left holding a whip and a strung up boy on the right waiting. I stood, thanked and hugged the two boys.

I told Benjy I wanted to hang it in my office the next day but he asked me to wait since they were giving Daniel the same thing. I agreed and told Benjy it was a beautiful thing the boys had done. He smiled as he always loved to hear praise about his boys.

The presents done and moved to the side a couple of the waiters rolled out a giant cake and I started laughing. "Better not be a naked woman in there."

Zeus stood, "Ten, nine, eight," by this point everybody joined in.

When we got to zero sparklers went off all over the cake and out popped the hottest Mexican boy I have ever seen. A little over five foot [1.50 m] tall with medium length jet black hair and brown eyes. The only other hair on his body was a small trimmed pubic bush and what a magnificent brown body it was down to the almost five inch [12½ cm] uncut cock jutting out.

Two of the waiters helped him out of the cardboard cake and led him to me. He sat on my lap, grinding his hot ass on my hardening cock.

"My name is Jose and I am yours for the night. They tell me they have reserved a room for you upstairs that has a lot of meaning for you. But first, but now you are wearing much too much clothes for the next part of the evening."

With that Jose brought his lips to mine and slipped his tongue between mine. I felt hands working on my shirt, pants, each shoe and knew the hands feeling my quickly naked chest belonged to the boy on my lap. I didn't look but hoped my nephew and his boyfriend weren't involved. With several quick shifts I was naked and Jose was playing with my nipples.

Once naked I let my hands roam over his body and enjoyed its perfection. I felt his rigid prick rubbing against my still flat stomach as my right hand caressed his firm ass. My left hand stroked his silky black hair down to his neck and upper back.

Jose finally broke the kiss and the applause was both embarrassing and heartening. I am after all fifty-two. The boy stood and I noticed Orin and Bruce were now back at the table and then the bed in the center of the room. A bed Jose was leading me too.

"What's this? I thought you said," I said.

Jose smiled and laughed, "There's more to come later tonight sir but the reason I was hired was my own special brand of oral satisfaction. As the guest of honor you go first and you are the only one allowed inside my hot Latino ass. Now sir, on your back."

Who was I to argue? I'd heard stories of a new boy in town whose oral skills were incredible and I guess my friends had found him.

Jose waited till I was flat and then lay on top of me and slowly kissed his way down from my lips through both nipples and down my chest to the top of pubic hair. He looked up and smiled, I blew him a kiss that he returned.

Instead of taking my cock into his mouth Jose started licking my pubic hair, moistening it with his saliva and patting it down even further out of the way with his tongue. My head was raised by several pillows so I could clearly see what he was doing and even though I trimmed my pubes my erect cock looked longer than ever, balls looked bigger.

When he moved down I figured, almost hoped he'd begin sucking me but he moved past my cock to my balls and started bathing them with his tongue before taking first one, then the other and finally both into his talented mouth. My balls dropped lower, lower than they'd ever been and I felt my seed moving inside them in primeval ecstasy.

Jose let my eggs slip out of his mouth and moved up and took my rod into his hand and I waited for him to guide it into his mouth. Instead he started licking my cock. Up, down, up and then a gentle nip at my cockhead, a little pain to counteract the pleasure and keep orgasm away.

From where I lay I knew all I had to do was lift my eyes and see the time but I never did so I don't know how long this part took. Just that it was both too long and not long enough.

I prayed that now he would work on my cock but instead he went back to work on my balls which had pulled back up.

Once they were loose he smiled at me and stuck his tongue out. I reached down and pulled his mouth to mine and we kissed.

"Take my hot man tool into your hot boy mouth," I said.

And he did. Jose wrapped his lips around my cock and slowly, almost painfully slowly started bobbing up and down. I leaned my head back and let myself enjoy what was truly one of the greatest blow jobs of my life. The only stray thought was a prayer that his ass would be as hot upstairs later.

I felt orgasm coming and knew he wouldn't let me shoot this easily, this quickly. And I was right. Jose pulled off and swallowed my balls. I felt his fingers slip between my legs and I spread them. Instead of going for my hole he pressed the spot in between just hard enough to bring me back down.

Once my breathing was back to normal he took my cock in his mouth a second time and did as before.

And to my dismay stopped a second time and waited a little longer for me to calm down.

The third time he started as before but when he felt me coming close he backed his head off so only my cockhead was in his mouth. He gently stroked my rod and I quickly filled his mouth with my seed. Jose kept pumping and pumping, milking every ounce of cum out of me.

When I stopped shooting he sucked me back in and licked my softening rod.

Finally finished he came back to lay next to me and we kissed. Kissed deeply for a long time, sharing the taste of my sperm. As we did I reached down and took his boy cock into my hand and began stroking. It did not take long for him to break our kiss with a scream as he erupted.

The applause and cheers were so loud we looked around and saw we were getting a standing ovation.

Jose leaned over, "I will be at your side when the party is over but for now I have been hired to also service as many of your friends as who desire it."

"I understand, and I would like you to start with my nephew and his lover together on the bed."

"The two little ones I have seen at the Tasty Buns? You let your family work?"

"They're only here for the summer and that is the only work they can do and they live with me and Daniel. And yes their rents know," I said touched by his concern.

"Cool, and I've wanted them so it will be my pleasure," Jose said with a beautiful perfect smile.

I got out of bed and one of the waiters was there with a large terrycloth robe.

"Orin, Bruce, up you go," I said as I slipped the robe on.

"Really?" Orin said.

"Cool," Bruce said.

Neither waited for a reply and had their loincloth off before they were on the bed.

Instead of heading back to my throne I went to the table and sat down.

Elija was shaking his head, "Marc I don't believe that kid. Or you for that matter. Even for an old straight guy that was hot. If you guys promise not to tell Francis I may even let him have a go."

I and his two sons and everybody else at the table quickly swore. Then he asked me not to tell you either, sorry.

While Jose had everybody's attention as he was doing Orin and Bruce some waiters brought out a large screen TV and started playing a movie called "Cookie Boy." This one really hot boy, light or strawberry blond hair, lots of freckles and hot as hell with a big cock and large balls walks onto the set and plays with himself but nothing serious. He lays down on the floor and stretches out. The camera pans from his feet past his erect cock to his smiling face. Then the camera pulls back and reveals gorgeous boy after gorgeous boy walking in naked, circling the boy on the floor and jerking off.

I lost count at some point but I'll swear it was at least a hundred. Where they got all these boys from thirteen to sixteen I don't know, especially since I didn't recognize any of them. Soon boys began to cum and it all seemed to land on cookie boy. When a boy finished he moved to the back while continuing to stroke. Quite a few of the boys returned for a second orgasm.

By the end of the movie cookie boy was covered from top of his head to the bottom of his feet. When he was alone again he started stroking his cock, taking his time. Periodically he wiped a dab of cum off his body and licked the finger clean. It took the boy the final fifteen minutes of a ninety minute movie to finally cum.

Now don't ask what time the party broke up because Jose and I were upstairs in the same room I stayed in my first week in Peckertown.

Nor should you ask what the two of us did because frankly I enjoyed myself too much to remember the details of how many times I fucked that hot ass, sucked his cock or whatever else we did that night, morning, both. We did get some sleep before the final good-bye fuck.

Jose's clothes were already in the room so he was properly dressed when we came down about noon. Daniel was there along with Orin, Bruce, Benjy, Roger, Zeus and the Snitz twins. I went to give him a kiss but he held up a hand.

"First, I don't ask you about yours and you don't ask about mine," Daniel said.

"Deal," I said and finished the kiss. "Jose, this is my fiancee Daniel. Daniel, this is Jose, an artist who performed last night."

Jose laughed, "I hope to perform my art for you one day."

Daniel just looked the boy up and down, smiled, tossed his mane and roared. Daniel: A week later.

I was expecting the party to be today, after all last Friday was Marc's and next weekend is our wedding.

Our wedding. I cannot tell you how great I feel when I think about walking down that aisle with Mom and Dad. Marc up there waiting to take me from them the rest of the way to the alter.

Marc was up at the Jorgenson Inn when Benjy called me from the slave training facility outside of town.

"Bro, can you come over for a bit. We've been going over some renovation plans and need a non-master's input," Benjy said.

I glanced down at the checks on my desk that needed signing. "Give me a half hour or so, still got some bills to sign that need getting out."

"Cool, see ya when you get here," Benjy said and hung up.

When I finished signing I straightened up my desk for the weekend, called Marc's cell and left a message and dropped the checks on Margaret's desk on my way out.

There were the expected cars in front and when I reached for the door it was opened by a new slave I didn't recognize. He was about fourteen, blond hair almost as long as mine, otherwise hairless and naked except for the thick collar around his neck.

"Mister Daniel?"

"Yes boy," I said.

He handed me the leash.

"I am to take you to Master Benjy. Please follow me."

I took the leash and he headed away from the office and conference space where I'd expected to go but toward the main training room. Still dense I figured that's where the renovations were for so I just followed the hot ass.

An ass so hot that I didn't notice everybody lining the back wall as the boy led me up to a table where Benjy, Caleb and Roy were standing.

"Masters, Mister Daniel is here."

Benjy looked up and smiled, "Remain here Bjorn. Hi bro, and by the way."

The shouts of SURPRISE from behind me made me jump.

Benjy hugged me as the crowd approached. "Gotcha good big brother. I knew you wouldn't be able to keep your eyes of our Viking."

"Can't imagine why a boy this hot wants to be a slave," I said.

"He's just for bondage and light spanking for clients. No whip work for this beauty, and he's yours for the night," Benjy said.

I pulled Bjorn's face to mine and kissed him, our tongues dancing as a rhythmic applause built around us. One arm went around his smooth back and the other around his bubble butt and brought him closer to me. He began to grind into my cock and when it felt tight I broke the kiss.

"Good, that is not how I want to make you cum tonight," Bjorn said with a slight but noticeable Nordic accent.

As we headed to the bar slaves-in-training brought out long tables and placed them in a square. Another set of boys from Benjy's Catering Service quickly set the tables. Once set we were led to our seat by a personal slave boy who knelt at our side.

Looking around I noticed that Orin and Bruce seemed a little uncomfortable with this, especially since their slaves were obviously the older than they were. I ran my hand through my boy's long blond hair and mouthed "Just enjoy him."

Orin nodded and whispered in a confused Bruce's ear. Both of them smiled back and began stroking their boy's hair.

Benjy rose, "Gentlemen, I know for almost all of you this is your first time at the Little Leather Club training center and for many if not most of you the first time you've had your own slave boy. And while they are here to meet any and all of your sexual needs there is no need to go past pure vanilla sex, as painful as that concept is for me," everybody laughed but I could see some sighs of relief as well, "Without further ado let me introduce your host for tonight and my eldest brother, Aaron."

I rose and hugged Benjy on my right as Aaron rose on my left.

"Just over three years ago a man came to our fair city and captivated my little brother's heart. To be honest we were a little nervous about taking this stranger into our family and business even after the quick background check we ran," Aaron said.

"What!" I said.

Aaron continued like I hadn't said a word.

"And here we are eight days away from their wedding day. A day we've been waiting for almost since then. Gentlemen, please stand and raise your glass to our guest of honor, my brother Daniel."

"To Daniel," everybody responded.

Then from either side of me and spreading quickly the floor started vibrating as every slave in the room started pounding the floor. The first time I had ever heard them do that for someone who was not one of their own.

The food was great and plentiful and I fed Bjorn some. Benjy laughed at the boy's soft purr of appreciation and fed his own. Within minutes the sound of purring slaves filled the room.

After dinner the presents were distributed. Same kinds and variety as Marc's. When a couple of the senior slaves came out and presented me with my plaque I cried.

We've tried telling and showing you from that Sunday Marc and I left for New Jersey when that boy, Andrew McMartin, died of AIDS, how much the slave boys under our care mean to us. Yes even more than the others who work for Jorgenson Enterprises' other businesses because they are so dependent on us. Place so much faith in us. These plaques tell me that we've successfully translated our hearts into the business.

Paulo came over to me and hugged me. "They, we really mean it for you, Marc, the whole family. Even before you set me up with the PTA you gave me home I never had," he kissed me on the cheek and turned to the center.

"Slaves rise," they all did, "To Daniel and all his family!"

"To Daniel and all his family,!" rang through out the room from ever slave there.

And while I'd half expected it the live entertainment wasn't Jose but a really hot show that first had a bunch of the dancers from the Dancing Boys Club performing followed by a really hot sex show put on by some of the slaves.

Sometime during that part Bjorn disappeared between my legs and I felt my zipper being pulled down and buttons opened. When I felt his fingers around my waist I lifted my hips and he slid them down and off over my loafers. His hand was delicate on my shaft as he licked my cockhead while his other hand massaged my balls.

As hot as the action was on the makeshift stage when his silky lips enveloped my shaft I leaned back, closed my eyes and let out a low guttural moan of delight. Closing my mind to everything but the sensations emanating from my cock due to the ministrations of this beautiful teen I found myself picturing all the other boys and men who had ever been in Bjorn's position. Some meant a lot, some were just working boys I'd paid to relieve my needs. Didn't try ranking them especially since my heart put my beloved number one and friends like Lance right after.

The building pleasure in my cock brought me back to the present as Bjorn gently worked my cock. I looked down and saw him smiling as he worked then reached down and stroked his hair. He purred around my throbbing cock and I exploded down his throat. Bjorn swallowed every drop, milked me dry and cleaned my cock before pulling off. He went to resume his position but I pulled him up and brought his mouth to mine. As we kissed I tasted myself and started stroking Bjorn's long thin rod.

Our tongues danced and I heard him moaning down my throat. I felt him begin to throb and pointed his cock at my chest just before he shot his load. It was a large load, though not his largest of the night and when he recovered he looked into my eyes with a radiant smile.

"Thanks Master Daniel, I'll take care of that mess now," and began licking his seed off my chest.

I stroked his golden hair, "It's not a mess Bjorn, not a mess at all."

When he finished he resumed his original position but I told him to sit and be comfortable. He thanked me.

The live show over the movie began. It was called Glory Hole Boy and it opened with this hot strawberry blond boy wearing only short dungaree cutoffs and sneakers walks into the bathroom and into a stall. He pulls down his shorts revealing a large cock with big balls. One by one other teen boys enter the adjacent stall, drop their pants, shorts or swimsuits and stick their cocks through the glory hole where the hero quickly works on them. Each load shoots over the cocksucker's chest or face so by the time he finally cums at the same time as the last and biggest boy of the lot he is covered with that precious substance known as boy seed.

While I was watching Bjorn had gone between my legs again and started working on my cock again but not letting me shoot. When the lights went back up I was hard but saw a lot of satisfied looks from around my friends. At that point Bjorn pulled off, stood and whispered in my ear.

"Master Daniel, the master bedroom in the rear is prepared for your use whenever you desire along with myself and as many other of the slaves as you desire."

"You alone will be fine, just fine my Norse God," I said. Orin: July 27, 2002 The Wedding

I am so honored Marc and Daniel trusted me to write this final segment. They even gave me carte blanch too, though I admit I had to look that up to see they meant I could do anything I want. And while I would love to spend the time telling you about how hot my boyfriend is, how smart Bruce is, how much I love him I'll only say he's hot, smart and I love my Bruce.

Daniel was right about how Bruce and I felt when those boys knelt down by us, willing to do whatever we wanted. Then hearing from first Daniel and then Benjy that we weren't expected to hurt them made it a lot easier, even cool. And yes they blew us during the stage show, the movie and yes we fucked then jerked them off later. What Daniel and his hot slave did in back I have no idea but when he got home Saturday afternoon he was tired and happy.

The week was really busy from picking up our tuxedos, traditional black though we got to choose our own shirt colors. Marc and Daniel chose white while everybody else chose a color, Bruce and I picked lavender. Guests started coming in on Thursday with the couples and family staying at the Jorgenson Inn and the single men at the In-Boy-Inn. And yes my parents stayed at the JI because they knew the presence of a woman would just interfere with our normal patterns. Like not wearing clothes.

Mrs. Jorgenson, Aunt Francis, closed the Tasty Buns after lunch on Friday and sent us over to the office after we put our shorts and sneakers on to order them home too. Marc and Daniel drove us over to the JI so we could spend some time with our parents, Bruce's were there too, before the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner that night. Both were held at the Inn.

Rehearsal was fun. The first walk down the aisle they let us goof off as much as we wanted to get it out of our system. Bruce and I pretended to be little ballerinas twirling up the aisle. My parents and Marc almost limboed down the aisle and I was honestly shocked to see how low they could go. Not to be outdone Daniel and his parents did a hoe-down till where they met Marc who joined them for the rest of the trip.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, and that includes you two little girls," Rev. John Brannigan said, the last looking at us with a big smile, "Now let's take positions and run through it seriously."

It took another two tries walking down the aisle to get it right and everybody in final position.

"Very good, blah blah blah, Marc you say your piece and then Daniel you say yours with no roaring at the end please," the Reverend said.

Daniel roared, "Sorry, had to get it out of the system then."

The minister sighed, "At this point the ring bearers will give each of you your rings."

I stepped up to Marc and handed him a box as Bruce did the same to Daniel.

"Open it brother, both of you," Mom whispered.

They did and Marc's jaw dropped.

Daniel looked and his eyes showed confusion.

"These are Mom and Dad's rings," Marc finally said.

"Mom gave them to me shortly before she passed. The first time she'd taken hers off since Dad put it on her finger. Told me that if you ever got married she wanted you to have them. Now I know you're not going to use them tomorrow but this way she has her wish."

Marc slowly took the one he had out of the box and placed it on Daniel's outstretched ring finger then Daniel did the same.

"I now declare you wed, you may kiss and then," the Reverend stopped since it was clear the happy couple wasn't about to stop kissing.

When they finally did Marc took his sister in his arms and they cried. Saturday they attached the rings to their necklaces and wore them under their shirts.

The rehearsal dinner was just for the wedding party and families and a couple friends of Marc's from back in New Jersey. Now a couple of brothers you met a few chapters back but there were a couple of his former co-workers he's kept in touch with and a few of his gay friends. Even the gay ones said they were shocked by the openness, and a little scared over how much the boys appealed to them.

The food was great and there was even a little dance combo that gave Bruce and I a chance to dance in front of our parents. I mean we know they're comfortable with our being gay and being lovers but seeing us dancing close we thought might be something else.

Surprised the hell out of us when our Dads got up and cut in and danced with their sons. At first I kept a proper distance from my Dad but then moved in closer so we were hugging. He bent down, kissed my head then whispered into my ear, "I love you son and can accept everything. Well, maybe except seeing the two of you at work."

I turned my head and kissed his cheek, "Love you Dad and thanks. To be honest I'd rather you didn't come there either while I'm working."

We laughed and then the two fathers changed places.

"Son," Bruce's father said to me, "I'm so happy to see you two here so happy and free. We'll do our best to keep it that way once you get home."

"Thanks Dad, I really appreciate that," I said.

There was talk about a trip to the Big Lick but Elija vetoed it because we all had a big day ahead and as always he was right.

Saturday morning came as always way to soon but the Gods were smiling at us because it was a beautiful warm day. It was ten when Bruce and I started down the steps only to meet Kyle hurrying back up.

"Clothes, Mrs. Thorpe is here to make us breakfast."

We turned and hurried back up the stairs. Mrs. Thorpe's cooking, and especially her breakfasts and desserts are fantastic. Uh, almost as good as Mom's.

The mood in the house was upbeat but subdued. Not much talk around the breakfast table or until we got into the limo for the short ride to the park.

The streets were almost empty until we got close to the park. We were due at two for pictures and despite the fact that the wedding wasn't until four a crowd was starting to form. Mostly for the C list crowd, most up by the front but some near the path to the food. I will tell you this, the working boys there were not in their work clothes. A cheer went up when we left the car and Daniel and Marc went over to the line and shook hands with as many of the boys as they could reach, thanking them for coming.

The photographer's assistant came over and took pictures of that and then the crowd. One of the boys asked if they could get pictures of themselves all dressed up. The photographer looked to Marc who nodded and then called over two of the boys who it turned out worked security at the JI to organize it.

We headed over to the platform and I don't want to know how many pictures we were in much less were taken altogether. Even a few with our parents. As time went on more and more people arrived. By the time the photographers finished at 3:30 the B and C list areas were filled and most of the A list people were waiting to be admitted. The wedding party was led to an enclosed tent off to the side to freshen up and wait. Bruce and I headed over to the refreshment table and were handed cokes in glasses with lids and straws. I mean, like we were going to spill all over ourselves.

Four came and we moved into position and they opened the tent flaps. The slave boy orchestra was playing and it was beautifully romantic. I felt a tug on my hand and looked at Bruce.

"One day it will be us," my love said and we kissed.

"Let's do it. As we rehearsed please," the Reverend John Brannigan said and we lined up behind him.

The music changed and the minister started off and after he turned up the aisle I went next to be followed by Scott, Margaret, Lance and finally Zeus. Lance's brother Richie walked to a microphone set in front of the orchestra and as Marc turned the corner between my parents, his sister and brother-in-law, began to sing All I have to Give by the Back Street Boys.

When Richie finished he blew Marc a kiss and went to the side.

The orchestra started again and Bruce started up followed by Cody, Kristen, Benjamin (as I've been instructed to call him for this part) and then Aaron.

This time Aaron Cutler stepped up and they started playing a symphonic arrangement of "I Want Candy." He gave them a look and the music changed and as Daniel started up the aisle on his parents' arms Aaron began singing Phil Collins' "Hold On My Heart."

The music stopped when they were about three-quarters down the aisle and Marc headed back down to meet them. He hugged Mr. & Mrs. Jorgenson then took Daniel's arm in his and walked back to where everybody was waiting for him. Once there Richie and Yoshi join Aaron in front of the orchestra.

"Marc, Daniel," Richie began, "the three of us want to thank you here and now for asking us to be part of your wedding. We know that you will find even more happiness married than you've had these past three plus years. We'd like to sing this song for you."

The song was "All for Love by Bryan Adams, Rod Stewart and Sting.

When they were finished and seated everybody's eyes returned to the stage. The wedding party was standing on the second steps but the ceremony itself took place two levels up so as many people on the side could see it. It was perfectly still, not a sound when the Reverend began.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it is so good to see all of you here today for the wedding of these two fine men. We all know them and love each of them and both of them together. The way they opened up this most special day to every resident of Peckertown, everybody who works for any of their companies indicates not only the kind of people they are but the quality of their families and their parents.

"On a personal note I want to thank the boys of Peckertown for what they have contributed to my hometown and to my ministry. I ask all of you to remember and take to your heart that despite what you've heard from all those who use his name in vain that God does love you and blesses each and every one of you."

"Amen," Elija said loud enough to be heard and it rippled through the crowd.

"Marc. Daniel. As our talented singers said it is an honor to officiate today as it was at Aaron and Jennifer's recent wedding. Daniel, your parents have been blessed by four outstanding children who have and are making them proud. Not just professionally but with the soul you bring to your responsibilities and your lives.

"Marc, unfortunately I never met your parents but from the little time I spent with your sister and her family I know that they too were good people who are watching you from God's side today and are just as proud of you and happy for you as the friends and family with you today.

"We are here today to join Marc C. Fogel and Daniel Jorgenson in holy matrimony. Marriage is an important step in any relationship even if you have been living and loving together for many years. Each person is saying to the other that yes I have loved you all this time. I love you more today and I am here today before friends and family to say I know that our love is such that I am committing myself, my love, my life, my soul, my heart to you. And this is what these two men have come before us to do.

"Marc and Daniel have each asked for a few minutes now to speak their hearts. Marc."

Marc took a deep breath and took a quick glance around before focusing on Daniel and beginning.

"My beloved Lion, when I came down here thirty-nine months ago on a week's vacation I was looking for a good time. A place where I could openly enjoy desires that had to be hidden away back home from all except a few I knew were safe to be honest with. Then on my very first day here, before I even checked in I stopped to eat and met this very hot young boy who not only agreed to show up at my room that night but actually did. That lunch, that night, that week changed my life more than I could ever have dreamed. You went from being a hot boy to a young man I cared deeply for and who showed me the real Peckertown, a town and its people I could also care for. When we moved into our house and Mrs. Thorpe brought us that apple pie I knew it was our home. Every night since that one I have thanked God for bringing you and your family and friends into my life. Today I thank him for making you my spouse."

Daniel wiped his eyes and shook his long black loose flowing hair and I sensed a roar building but he suppressed it.

"I so want to roar. Roar out my happiness. Roar out my love for you Marc."

"Roar my Lion," Marc said and Daniel did. A long triumphant roar of the alpha male to his pride.

"Marc, I too felt something that first day. You may have just seen a hot boy at the Tasty Buns but the way you acted was different than a lot of the men who came there. You asked me to your room didn't say be there. Once there you let me set my limits instead of imposing yours. That's why I took you to the Big Lick to meet Lance and his brothers. The next morning as Lance and I were walking home he said one thing to me. `Lion, if you're ready this one is the one for you.' And I was ready and you were, you are the one I was waiting for. Everything you did or said that week showed me more and more you were right not just for me but my family, our business and our town. And that love for you has grown every day since then to now. I love you Marc."

After a long pause Rev. Brannigan stepped forward.

"Will the ring bearers bring their precious burdens forward."

Bruce and I stepped down to the first step, over to the center then up to where Marc and Daniel were standing and opened the boxes. The rings are a band of white gold with a slightly narrower band of yellow gold on top. Inside the inscriptions read: From MCF to DJ with eternal love. 07/27/02, on the one Marc gave Daniel and the initials reversed on the other.

"Marc Fogel, do you take Daniel Jorgenson to be your lawful spouse from this day forward. To love him, respect him, take care of him and his needs. To do what's best for him over all else. In sickness and in health, in youth and old age, in good times and bad."

Marc took the ring I was holding and placed it on Daniel's finger.

"I do," Marc said.

"Daniel Jorgenson, do you take Marc Fogel to be your lawful spouse from this day forward. To love him, respect him, take care of him and his needs. To do what's best for him over all else. In sickness and in health, in youth and old age, in good times and bad."

Daniel took the ring Bruce was holding and placed it on Marc's finger.

"I do," Marc said.

Then in accordance with the laws of God and the State of Arkansas I do pronounce you wed. You may kiss," Rev. Brannigan concluded.

And so do I.

The following chapter is the start of a new series taking place within the Arkansas Vacation world. Michael B. is a good email friend and a fine writer who brings a new story to my world. There is no sex in this chapter but there are references to sadistic treatment of unwilling boys. We hope you enjoy the story.

I walked to work on August 9, 2002 like I had for the prior eighteen months but at a much slower pace. Would I really do it? Was I sure it was what I wanted to do.

I entered the executive suite and asked to talk to the only person there who I cared about and who cared about me.

His secretary buzzed him and after a moment nodded to me. I'd worked for the man for over seven years in this job and his previous position and never seen her smile.

The man at the door, whose training I'd completed much to his bosses chagrin, nodded to me as he opened the door. I walked in and stood in front of the desk with my hands behind my back.

"Michael, what can I do for you?" he said.

"Mister President, I regret to inform you that today is my last day of employment here. I will be taking my two weeks vacation and that will be my notice," I said trying hard not to break.

"Michael, I do not accept your notice. You are too valuable to me here if it is a problem tell me and I will fix it."

"No Mister President, nothing is wrong. It has been an honor and a pleasure working with you but my work here is done and."

Here I broke down and sat unbidden on the chair directly across the massive oak desk from him. I brought myself under control and looked into those compassionate eyes.

"My work here is done, but even more its time for me to move on and to where I belong. I am moving to Peckertown Arkansas," I said with a smile, "And of course if you ever need me just call."

The President of the United States came around the desk and we hugged. He knew from my prior work history why I was making the move.

"Oh well then you have my blessing and try not to get into any trouble. Maybe after I leave the office I'll come down and see you," he said with a laugh. A knock at the door ended our talk.

I left The Oval Office and returned to my small stark office down the hall. I placed my pottery mug, and a spare pair of shoes and a shirt which where the only personal possessions. The rest of the morning was a blank and at noon I picked up my bag and exited the White House for the last time. I did not tell anyone I was leaving or say good-bye because no one would care.

Entering my furnished apartment I found my bags and boxes where I'd left them. I loaded my car and walked through the apartment one last time, feeling nothing. I wrote the super a note put the one key I had into the envelope and slid it thought the slot everyone used for their rent. I told him to use my deposit as my notice.

Three days later I drove my BMW into Peckertown.

At first glance it looked like any other rural small town in America. Then I saw the working boys in and around the large park I passed. I pulled up in front of a place called The Tasty Buns. When I opened the door the smells made me hungry, the nude busboys made me salivate. One boy brought me a menu and glass of water and didn't flinch when I stroked his buns.

I looked over the menu and decided on the open faced turkey platter.

I was deep in thought watching a man and his young love at the table by the window. I did not see my waiter walk up to the table.

"Hello sir my name is Quentin and I will be your waiter."

I looked up at him and managed to spill the whole glass of water in my lap. The glass was still in my hand as I stared at him. I'd never believed in love at first sight but this changed my mind, my heart.

Quentin took the glass from my hand setting it back on the table; I felt my face getting redder the longer I sat there.

"Hello, I'm Michael and I don't normally act like this but I think I am falling in love," I said looking up at him. "Is there any chance I could meet you later maybe?" I had money and would give him every cent I had to spend an hour with him.

"First off I am not a working boy so I just don't fuck anyone. I have only been here a week and I like my job. The Jorgensons are good people and have helped me a lot along with a lot of the boys here."

The look on his face said he was not lying.

"I'm sorry I didn't think that you were a working boy," I needed to get out of the restaurant as quick as I could.

As I started to get up Quentin put his hand on my shoulder and pushed me back down. It was then the door open and two boys dressed in leather walked in. The shorter of the two head was shaved. The air he carried made everyone in the room turn and look at the two of them. The nearer to the table they got the more power I felt.

"Oh no," was all I heard from Quentin, a bare whisper. He shook as the two neared.

"Sir, is there a problem here?" The shaved headed boy asked.

Quentin now had tears in his eyes which really scared me. I looked up at the boy, smiled before he answered.

"No Master Benjy Sir there is anything that I can not handle. I need to get the man's order and get a rag for him," Quentin said just above a whisper.

"Quentin I would like the open faced turkey sandwich and an ice tea with no sugar," I looked up at him but he did not move he just stood there staring at me. I looked at Master Benjy who looked like he was going too explode on Quentin.

"Quentin go give Mom the order find a rag and bring it to me," Benjy said trying not to smile. It was then I knew it was more of an act in some ways than Master Benjy wanted people to know. Quentin hurried off to the kitchen almost at a run.

"Master Benjy it would be an honor if the two of you would join me," I said looking up at him.

"I'm sorry sir, I have a noon show at The Little Leather Club and if I don't hurry I'm going to be late. But maybe next time plus I don't think Quentin can handle me being here much longer. Are you new to our fair city?"

"Yes, I just arrived today and was hungry and stopped here. I asked Quentin if I could maybe spend sometime with him and he told me that he was not a working boy but had to be in love with someone before he would let them fuck him," I said more to inform then get him in trouble.

"He is correct my family doesn't hire working boys unless they want to work for us and not the street. We help as many of them as we can but they have to want to be helped," Benjy said.

"Oh by the way I'm Michael Vinemichaelson," getting up from where I was sitting to bow and kiss his feet. There was still part of my training as a slave I will never forget. To bow and kiss a Masters feet when in there present.

"There is not need for that I am Benjy and this is my lover Roger."

At that moment a lady walked out of the kitchen with a bag in her hand.

"Benjamin Michael Jorgenson, what did you say to Quentin to make him start crying so badly?"

There is only one person who can use a person's full name and get that reaction. Only a mother possesses that power, even over an S&M Master.

"I'm sorry mother I will go talk with him. Mr. Vinemichaelson will tell you the rest," both Benjy and Roger went off toward the kitchen.

"Hello Mr. Vinemichaelson, I'm Francis Jorgenson and I see you have met my youngest son and his love. I do have one question for you?"

"Hello Mrs. Jorgenson, please call me Michael not Mr. Vinemichaelson that was my father," I said with a smile.

"Ok, Michael was there a problem with Quentin that I need to be aware of?"

"No, I asked Question a question he answered me and I managed to spill a glass of water all over myself staring at his beautiful body. That was when Benjy walked in and asked Quentin if anything was wrong and the kid lost it. I think Benjy scares Quentin, and it is more than the leather^" I said looking into Francis' eyes.

"I don't know a whole lot about the boy. He came into town last week, he had experience in fine dining and I needed a waiter,"

"If you have a minute would you mind joining me I like to know what you know about him?" I asked. Before I could say or do anything else Francis sat down across from me. Benjy walked out of the kitchen looked around the restaurant spotted his mother walked over and sat down next to her.

"We talked to Quentin and he is doing better," Benjy said as he looked at both of us. Roger was still standing so I moved over so he could sit next to me.

"We found out that the reason Quentin freaked out when he seen us in leather. His parents sold him to some leather freak and the guy did some major things to him. We think maybe he should talk to Zeus as soon as possible," Roger said looking at Benjy then both of us.

"Roger I'm proud of you," Francis said with a smile and turned to me. "You're new in town but when Roger got here he was in very bad shape. Benjy fell for him and helped him get well and became Benjy body guard and doggy^"

"Mom, I will finish our story. The more I talked to Roger the closer we got and the next thing I knew he was living with us. About a year in a half ago we told our family we were lovers. Now Roger talks and we just moved into our own place," The smile on Benjy face said everything. Roger on the other hand was blushing.

It was then a man and older teen walked into the Tasty Buns. Roger's eyes got real big as he let out air for a moment.

"Oh my, they're back," Roger said.

Benjy turned to see what we were looking at. The two of them and Francis were on there feet moving toward the two of them. Quentin brought me my food placed it on the table he stood next to the table watching everyone. An older man and girl came out of the kitchen.

I sat and watched all these people and their love for each other, something I have never felt, something I want to feel. I looked up at Quentin knowing I had found my soul mate. I just had to convince him.

The group moved over to where I was sitting. Quentin moved behind me. My plate was empty he grabbed it and headed for the kitchen.

"Michael I would like to introduce the rest of our family. The man standing next to me is my husband Elija," Francis and Elija were holding hand like there were still young lovers.

"Hello welcome to Peckertown," he said as he shook my hand.

"Kristen here is our only daughter. The young man that just entered is Daniel with his new husband Marc. Marc is the general manager of our company and Daniel is in charge of buying and whatever else he is now doing. Only one missing is our eldest son Aaron who's at one of other restaurants at the moment."

Daniel blushed and everyone laughed. He looked at his watch then at his father.

"Hello Michael and welcome to town. I'm sorry but we have to get across the street before the boss fires both of us," Daniel said as he and Marc started toward the door.

Benjy and Roger followed as they were late for the show they were doing.

"Francis I need to find a house is there a realtor in town?"

"Yes, you'll want to talk to the Scotti brothers. They'll treat you right and find what you're looking for," she said as she looked at her watch.

Quentin came back out of the kitchen and looked around. Francis walked over and talked to Quentin. I couldn't hear what they were saying to each other but he went toward the back. A few minutes later he came out wearing a mesh t-shirt, shorts that stopped mid-thigh and sandals and walked over to my table. I was hard in an instant but took deep breaths to settle down.

"Mrs. Jorgenson asked me to show you around town then take you to Scotti Brothers. She said she was paying for the rest of the day and I don't have to come back once you're finished."

I would have to thank her the next time I was in for lunch. Once outside Quentin relaxed and begin to talk more.

Quentin:

This man wants to spend time with me but what if it turns into another Bob and Greg type thing? All the things they did to me including making me wear leather all the time for what, five years. I don't want to get back into the whipping again either not that I don't miss it sometimes. Why did I just think that when they were doing it to me they almost killed me a few times?

"Michael, why do you want to be with me?" I asked looking him in the eyes more looking into his mind.

"Because there is something about you that feels so right it's hard to explain. I know deep down in my heart that we were meant to be soul mates. Does this make any sense to you?" he asked.

He had not blinked the whole time he was answering my question.

Once in the car and driving I began to feel a little better about all of this. I told him everything that I knew about Peckertown. I showed him everything that the Jorgenson family owned and then we went to Scotti Brothers. The first house they showed Michael he smiled then handed the paper to me.

"Quentin, do you like the looks of this place?"

I looked at the picture then at all the room it had. There was like seven bedrooms and a lot of other rooms I had no idea what they were for. Then I saw the picture of the indoor pool which I thought was so cool.

"Michael did you see the indoor pool, was all I could get out of my mouth?" I was so embarrassed staring at the floor was the only thing I could do. The next thing I knew we were following the Scotti Brothers to the house. The shorter of the two spoke first.

"Mr. Vinemichaelson, along the road you have two neighbors. One is the P.T.A. which is a training place for slaves. Paulo owns and runs the place and your other neighbors are Aaron Cutler and Harley Joel Oswald," both of the Scotti Brothers looked at us waiting for a response. Michael and I looked at each other then back at the two of them.

I could not believe that this was one house. Once back in the foyer the four of us stood looking at each other.

"Quentin, what do you think of the place?" asked Michael. The two of us walked into the next room closing the door behind us.

"Michael, this house is bigger then the apartment building I use to live in when I was younger. Can I ask why do you want such a big house for?" I took a step back so he would not hit me.

"I will talk to you about that later this afternoon. I know we just met but if you don't have a place to live I would really like you to move in here with me. But this is something that I want to talk to you about," he reached out brushed my right cheek with the back of his hand.

I thought about it for a moment before I answered him. I again looked deep into his eyes looking for something anything to know he was the real thing and not feeding me a line. All I seen was love and deep down the same feeling he keeps talking about. I knew also that this was my soul mate.

"Yes we do need to talk about a lot of things. But to answer your question yes, right now I am living at the slave barracks which is ok but this is something that I can't even dream of," my head was swimming. Thinking what I was going to have to do to live here. Nothing is for free I learned that early in life. I just wanted everything on the table before I moved in and so I knew where I stood.

We walked back into the other room, while we were in the other room the Scotti Brothers went to their car and came back with a contract.

"We'll take the house when can I sign the paperwork?" asked Michael before seeing what the shorter of the two brothers was holding.

"Mr. Vinemichaelson, we have all the paperwork here for you to sign. Do you have the capital?" The taller of the two asked.

"Just need to go to the bank and complete some wire transfers then you'll have your check." Michael took the clipboard and signed all the papers.

The Scotti Brother shook our hand and left. I walked over and sat down on the step. I wanted everything out in the open before I went any further.

"Michael I need to tell you that I was a slave until my master was killed a month ago. I can take just about anything but seeing Benjy and Roger in leathers today freaked me out," I could not hold back tears any longer.

"Quentin, didn't you say you lived at the slave barracks?" A confused crossed Michael's face.

"Yes, but they are slaves not a master. I know you don't understand what the difference is but there is a big one." I was not mad at Michael I knew he wouldn't understand.

The next thing I knew he was holding me. All the pain just disappeared. When Michael let go of me he turned around pulled his shirt up, the faint white lines of whip marks all over his back. I flashed back to what happened to me started me crying. When he turned around I could see that he was also crying.

"Quentin, I don't know all of your past only what Benjy said after talking to you. Something your past and being in leather^"

"Michael, can we talk about it later I just don't feel like going through the hell and trying to tell someone," I tried to smile but the pain was too much.

"Quentin lets get out of here for awhile I need to go find more stuff for this place. My apartment back in Washington DC was furnished. I don't even own a bed."

It was then that he did something I was not ready for which may have been better. He kissed me on the lips pushing his tongue into my lips. I let it in closed my eyes I didn't know what to do. When he stopped I must have looked scared or confused.

"Quentin I am so sorry I know it was too soon but it just felt right," I thought that he was going to start crying.

"No it was alright you just surprised me. I liked it the more I think about it." I knew then that I wanted more then just a kiss. I decided right then that if he asked I would go to bed with him.

We spent the day getting everything needed for the house. Every store that we went to he asked me what I thought. From furniture to what my favorite color was.

As we were riding back we knew that it was time to start talking. Back at the house we sat on a giant rocker on the front porch.

"Quentin, I was abused growing up to the point I trusted no one and I had no self-esteem. I got to a point suicide looked like the only way out for me," Michael said.

He pulled up his shirtsleeves to show his wrists. The scars were crisscrossed and some of them looked deep.

"Michael, my parent could not pay their bills so they barrowed a large sum of money from a man to bail out the restaurant they owned. Well when they could not pay the guy he took me," I was fighting back tears. "The first night he raped me so many times I lost count. The next day he woke me up as the sun was coming up put a leather collar around my neck then round both wrists."

I could not longer hold back tears. When I looked at Michael he was also crying. "When I got to wear clothing it was always black leather. Sometimes they made me wear latex which was so tight it hurt to move."

"I'm so sorry Quentin."

"Why you did not do it to me? I don't want you to feel sorry for me I am over it and not looking back. Sometime very soon I will tell you the whole story," I said with a smile.

"Quentin, do you want to stay the night with me? I am staying at the Jorgenson Inn if you would like to stay."

"I'll stay but I will tell you right now I still don't sleep well at night. The nightmares keep coming back. So before this gets any further I need to know that you are not going to hurt me?" I asked him looking into his eyes knowing that he could not lie to me.

"I promise I will not hurt you Quentin."

The two of us walked through the lobby past Cody's Sport Bar. The smells coming from inside made me so hungry. Michael looked at me then I heard it myself. My stomach was making noises.

"Quentin, are you hungry?" asked Michael. Stopping in front of Cody's looking at me.

"Yes, I didn't have a chance to eat family meal this morning before my shift started. As we walked into Cody's a blond hair boy smiled at us.

"Welcome to Cody's I'm Keith. If there is only the two of you I can seat you right now. Your waiter tonight will be Kyle," he said as he opened both of our menus for us. Kyle arrived a few minutes later.

"Good evening gentlemen, I am Kyle your waiter. May I get you something to drink and an appetizer while you look at the menu?" We both looked at the menu.

"Kyle we will have the Daniel sampler platter. And two ice teas no sugar," Michael said as put his menu down. Kyle disappeared returning moments later with our ice teas.

Daniel and Marc walked in to Cody's spotted us and walked toward our table. Kyle reappeared with our appetizer. He hugged both which was out of character for him. He was trained well by someone.

"Hello cousin, hello cousin-in-law," Kyle said with a smile. They hugged each other before Kyle returned to the kitchen.

"Daniel and Marc would you care to join us," asked Michael. There was something to Michael's tone that told me he wanted them to join us.

"We would be honored to join you," Daniel said as he sat next to me. "Michael, I don't know what you said to my mother but she was very impressed with you. After the two of you left she came over to the office to ask what we thought of you," Daniel said.

When Kyle returned to take our order Michael ordered steak for both of us, in all the time that I worked in restaurants I have not tasted to many kinds of food.

Michael

"Daniel, Marc, there was a reason I asked you to join us tonight. I would like to talk to you and get your feeling on something that I am thinking of doing while living here." Michael looked around the table at all of us.

"Ok what is it that you want to talk about?" Marc asked looking a little confused.

"Before moving here I worked directly for the President as his private security consultant. What I want to do is hire some of the working boys that want to give up that line of work. If they have any special skills it would be very helpful," I stopped talking when Kyle brought our food.

"What would the working boys be doing for you when you hire them? We don't want any pimping going on here. Nor do we want any of our boys getting hurt in any way. My family has worked very hard to keep it out of this town and we help the working boys as much as they will let us," the tone of Daniel voice told me how much his family does care for the boys.

"Daniel I understand what you are saying and I am glad that someone cares about the welfare of these boys. I do not want to hurt any of them if I want something like that I will talk to your brother. So you can get that out of your mind that I want to hurt anyone."

I wanted to get through to Daniel that I did not want to hurt any of the boys.

"So what is it you want to do with the working boys then?" asked Daniel. He had softened up some.

"Marc, Daniel want I want to do is the working boys that have special skills I want to hire and train as a special unit team. They would answer to me and a board of there own peers. We won't work for the government but we will try to right what is wrong with a problem."

"So what you're telling us is you want to start a vigilante group?" asked Marc. I could not read Marc to tell what he was thinking.

Two boys came out of the kitchen walked over to our table. The blond haired one was any boy lover wet dream. Not that the other one was ugly by far.

"Hello Gentlemen, how was everything this evening?" asked the blond. The dark haired one was standing behind trying hard not to laugh.

"You call this food; my mother throws away better food then this." Daniel said looking up at the blond. The look on his face looked as if you just shot him and he had not fallen down yet.

"Are you kidding Daniel, what is wrong with your steak?" the sound of panic in his voice.

I looked into Daniel eyes and could tell he was kidding or at least that is what it looked like.

"Cody, I was kidding about our steaks they are great!" unable to hold back his laughter any longer.

"Cody, Justin I would like you to meet Michael he just moved into town today. This morning he stopped at The Tasty Buns fell in love with Quentin here. He had a long talk with mom she even came over to the office to tell us about him," Daniel looking at me the whole time he was talking. His blue eyes could hold a person attention and glaze.

I shook both of their hands and so did Quentin. I will say this about Quentin people no matter who they are don't bother him. The only time I have seen him bothered was Benjy and Roger and had to deal with his past.

"Michael what do you think of our city," asked Justin. It was then that I realized I had drifted off into my mind and did not hear anything that was being said.

"I like it a lot better than Washington DC," I said as Kyle walked up to give us our checks.

"Sir, did I hear you are also from Washington DC?" The look on Kyle face was priceless. It was if I was his long lost friend.

"Yes, I lived there on and off for the past thirteen years. I lived near the White House in a small apartment."

"My folks run a French restaurant there near the White House it is across the street from the Metro stop for the White House," Kyle said with a tone of missing his parents.

"I used to eat there at least twice a week. I'll say this, it was one of The President favorite places to take the First Lady," I said watching Kyle's face. A bell started ringing in the kitchen Cody and Justin both looked at Kyle who stood there smiling at what I had just told him. Cody walked back to the kitchen and another brought out a large tray of food for a table across from us.

"Well everyone Kyle and I have to get back to work," Justin said as he started to pull Kyle toward the kitchen.

"I hope I didn't get him in trouble?" I felt bad for the kid.

"No, Cody and Justin understand what it is like to find someone from your past. The two of them have helped a lot of the boys and like family worked through their problems," Daniel said as he took a drink of his beer. Marc:

"Where are the two of you staying tonight?"

"When we finish dinner I was going to see if they had a room here for us?" Michael said looking at Quentin.

"We would like to talk to you more about your idea so how would you like to stay at our place tonight so we can talk more?"

Michael looked at Quentin before he answered my question. Quentin blushed at all of us looking at him. He shook his head yes and before Michael could answer our pagers went off. Daniel got up from the table looked at Marc.

"Are you on call with me tonight?"

"No, it's Roger or your mother."

Daniel ran toward the door without looking back. It hit me then that we had his car and from the page it was a car accident out on the interstate and we were mutual aiding the next town over.

"About six mouths ago we needed people for the ambulance and fire department so the Jorgensons and I all joined. It is something that makes you feel good inside knowing that you helped someone."

"So that is why everyone keeps running out of the Tasty Buns when that noise is made," Quentin said.

"Yes Quentin, didn't Mrs. Jorgenson explain that to you or didn't you ask?"

"No, I didn't ask I thought if someone wanted me to know they would tell me," Quentin replied softly with his eyes downcast.

"Quentin, if you have a question do not ever hold it in. If you can't ask Mrs. Jorgenson come across the street to the corporate office and ask Daniel or myself. You will start asking questions from now on won't you?"

"Yes sir." Quentin was blushing again.

"So would the two you like to stay the night? Daniel drove here and since he left I could use a ride home. Plus Kyle will be getting off soon so we can bring him home also."

"Sure we can stay the night," Michael said.

Quentin:

Michael and Marc were talking and Daniel went out on another ambulance call. I left the two of them talking and walked out to the pool area. I took off my shoes and shirt I could see in the water the fading lines of the whip around my chest. No one would know it unless they were looking for it.

I felt like going for a swim so I took off my jeans and underwear. The water felt really warm as I dove into the deep end. Swimming hard I did not see anyone standing at the side of the pool. As I wiped my eyes I could see that it was Benjy and Roger.

"Oh damn", I whispered. Looking up at them I could not tell what they wanted.

"Quentin, would it be alright with you if Roger and I joined you?" Benjy had already started to take off his leathers. I was surprised at the size of his dick and the fact he did not wear underwear. I must have stared for too long because Roger started laughing. I have to admit being scared of Benjy and Roger, so I started to get out of the pool.

"Quentin, can I ask you a question?" asked Benjy. He grabbed my leg before I could climb out.

"What Benjy!" I yelled not really meaning too.

For a moment I thought that he was going to start crying. When he let go of my leg I stood in front of him. Roger swam over next to him.

"Quentin, from what you told us we know that you don't want to deal with leather or masters. Would you mind telling us what happened?" Roger said.

Right then Daniel, Marc and Michael entered the pool area. They looked at us and sat down on the floor.

"I was going to tell you tonight alone Michael. But here it goes I don't know if I can tell it more then once."

Zeus walked out then and looked around then sat down next to Marc. I hate when people are deadly quite and starring at me. It was Benjy that stepped forward putting his arm around me.

I took a slow breath and started.

"My parents owned a restaurant and some other properties well I don't know what happened all I remember is the two of them fighting all the time. It seemed like if I opened my mouth one of them hit me for it. I was seven at the time when one night a large man came asking for his money. Dad couldn't pay it so the man opened a large bag he was carrying, pulled out a leather collar and the things that went around my wrists. He hooked a leach to the collar and pulled me out of the house. My parents sat on the sofa they didn't even try to stop him."

I begin crying and Benjy pulled me closer putting my head on his shoulder. He was so warm I didn't want him to let go of me. It was the first time that I have ever told anyone what happened to me, but the bad stuff was still to come.

"Quentin, I am here let it all out," Benjy whisper into my ear.

When I regained myself I looked up to find that Zeus, Marc and Michael were now in the pool also. Daniel was sitting on the edge as if he was going to jump in.

"When we got back to the hotel Master told me that he was going to rape me until I bled and fainted. Which I did both but it felt like hours when he did it to me. My body hurt do bad I left it and went to another place. It didn't hurt after that and I could handle anything Master did to me. That is what he told me to call him. I had no idea what was going to start happening to me. When we got to Master's home he ripped my shirt and sweat-shorts off me, put a black leather outfit on me. He would whip me everyday and have sex with me six to ten times a day seven days a week. One day he told me I was to worn out for his liking and started selling me. I was nine then. He thought nothing of selling to a group of black men twenty of them for a weekend with the understanding they could do anything to me as long as they did not kill me," the tears begin flowing again. Michael started to move forward but Benjy shook his head no.

"Quentin, can you finish your story tonight or do you want to do it at a different time?" asked Zeus.

I shook my head yes; before I continued took a deep breath.

"For some reason Master came and got me one night for a group of college guys that had been whipping me for two days without stopping. I was bleeding so bad I needed stitches and I knew that I had lost a lot of blood. Hurting so badly dying would have been a nice out," I rubbed my neck and wrist wishing that the leathers were back on.

"Master did not put the leather back on me that night nor did he put me in the dog cage he kept in the van. I lied on the floor between the front seats looking up at him. Master never spoke to me ever. Nor did I speak to Master or anyone else for that matter. When we got back to Master house he did not take me downstairs to my dog cage we went into the living room. I noticed there was a mirror on the coffee table with a white powder on it."

Looking around at everyone there were tears in all there eyes. Out of everyone Benjy tears hit me the hardest.

"Slave score some of this into lines so we can party. Because you are now useless to me you are worn out as a slave and a fuck toy so we are going to party. I will then take you downstairs I will fuck you one last time then I am going to fist you to death."

I stood for a moment to long so he knocked me to the floor kicking me at least four times in the groin.

"Oh my god," Benjy whispered.

"I crawled over to the coffee table I knew if I made a sound he would kill me right then. I picked up the razorblade staring at my wrist wanting to end my pathetic life. Scoring the white powder Master sat across the table from me I watched him do all six lines I had made. He took the razorblade from me scored four more lines," crying myself out I just stood there feeling alone like none of them understood what I was saying to them.

"Quentin, if you can continue it would help all of understand you better," Zeus looked from one person to the next as everyone shook there head yes.

"Ok. I did as I was told and inhaled all four lines. Master picked me up carried me to the basement to the play room. His eleven inches [28 cm] felt so big even after having all those guys it still hurt but that is what he wanted me to feel. It wasn't until he put his hand up my ass and started punching it I got scared. I remember hearing what sounded like rats running around in a cage but I was in so much pain I wasn't sure. When he pulled his hand out of me there was blood and shit all over it. He told me to lick it clean which I did without even thinking about it. I was strapped into a sling chair so I could see what he was doing when he reached into the cage and pulled out a large rat. He held it at my rectum it started biting me as it went inside me. Master was laughing at first then started video camera," my legs started to buckle when Roger grabbed me helping me to the side of the pool.

"I farted and the rat came out fell on floor and ran away. Master was so mad at me he punched me in the face it was then that I blacked out. When I came too I was alone in the play room Master had unlocked me so I was just lying there. I got up walked to the door for some reason I tried opening it. It opened so I carefully went back upstairs Master was in the living room face down in his cocaine. I picked up a vase over my head dropping it on the Masters head. Blood was pouring from his head, nose and mouth. I ran upstairs went into Masters Bedroom found a kid there tied up, he looked about thirteen or so. He was older then me so he gave me his cloths and he took some of Masters. We found two envelopes full of money so we both took one as we were leaving he called 911 and reported that Master was dead. I did not even know where I was at but he knew. We were in one of the north suburbs of Chicago. We waited in the dark until the first police car arrived before we left," I took a deep breath letting it out. It felt so good to get it all out it was as if a weight had been lifted off me.

"As we rode the El to the north side of Chicago to Boys Town we counted the envelopes both had fifty thousand dollar each. We ended up putting it in a locker at the bus station. I had heard about this area so I started turning tricks for a mouth until Ben died at the hand of some john. I got on the bus with the money and came here. And here I am standing here telling you my story that you most likely have heard a hundred times a week by now."

"Quentin where is the money you had?" asked Daniel.

"There is one hundred thousand dollar in an envelope tape under the counter that the cash register sits on. I tried to put it in the bank I even walked in but I didn't want them to ask me where I got it so I taped it there."

"Quentin does mom or dad know that it is there?" asked Benjy. I shook my head no. Daniel pulled his cell phone out of his pocket pushed a button.

"Mom you need to get to the Tasty Buns we just found out that Quentin has taped an envelope full of money under the counter by the cash register. He was afraid to take it to the bank so he did this. Mom he told us his story tonight and I am speaking for the whole group we are luckily to have him here."

"Quentin have you been checked by a doctor to make sure the rat did not do any damage to your insides? We can have Dr. Schwartz here in half an hour if Benjy calls him," asked Marc.

"Benjy and Roger find Dr. Schwartz and have do a full check-up also explain about the rat. Marc if it is ok can the company pick up the tab for this?" asked Zeus. The door opened in walked Mr. and Mrs. Jorgenson.

"Quentin, we need to talk to you. After we went to the Tasty Buns I'm sorry but I opened the envelope do you know how much money there is in it?

"No, not really how much is it?" I asked but the look on there face it must be a large sum for both of them to come here this late at night. I heard from Kristen that they go to bed early because the Tasty Buns opens at five a.m.

Francis:

"Quentin, Benjy and Daniel are going to take you to see Dr. Schwartz tonight. In the morning we are going to the bank and open a saving and checking account for you. While you are gone we have something to talk to Michael about."

"Yes madam," was all Quentin said as he started for the door followed by Benjy and Roger.

"Ok Michael, Elija and I are hear to hear your proposal if it is something that we feel worthy of Peckertown we will help back up as well as set you up with a few other around town that will help."

Michael:

"Thank you for your kind offer and I will keep it in mind. Does everyone want to stay out here or go inside before I tell you my life story?" No one moved so I took a deep breath and started my story.

"It started on my eighth birthday. My stepbrother was hit by a car and killed. My stepfather blamed me because I was not watching him. This happened on Friday, well Saturday he started abusing me by hit me in the face and kicking me. He must have slipped my mother something because she was out for the count. Well that night he raped me every hour from about four in the afternoon until about four a.m. If I made a sound he would start punching me again," I could not hold the tears back. Marc went inside found a box of tissue brought them out and handed them to me.

"Well Sunday a man came gave my stepfather some cash then reached into a bag pulled out a leather collar and cuffs from my wrist and ankles. He chained them all together he took me to a van put me in a large dog cage locked it and drove away. Once back at his house he did not say a word to me."

Everyone sat stunned over what I was saying.

"I guess we treat our slaves 100 % better then the stories we are hearing tonight." Marc said looking at Mr. and Mrs. Jorgenson. Both of them shaking there head yes.

"Master had sex with me that night and the next night before he started selling me. It did not matter if it was S&M or a group of black men putting large pins thought my dick and nipples. I was ten when I got to see my mother again. Master gave her money and I started living with her again. But every day after school Master would take me to some hotel and I would spend the night or at least part of the night with some john. It seemed like each mouth it got worse and I was getting hurt more. By the time I was eleven I was getting sold ten times a day." I took a deep breath before I could continue.

"Michael, did you try to tell anyone what was going?" Zeus asked. I looked into his eye before I spoke.

"When I was in fourth grade I told a teacher named Mr. Caveki. He took me down the hall to a room that was not used unzipped his pants forced me to suck his dick. I remember him to this day telling me to get it nice and wet that he was going to fuck me but I was already a whore so it did not make any difference. He raped me every other day. He also started having some of his students doing it to me also. I lost all self-esteem to the point I would leave my body so I would not have to deal with it. I would go to this waterfall where I was safe." All I wanted to do was run away from all of this. I knew I had to get out because it was eating me alive.

"Michael we have heard a lot of stories over the past few years but Quentin's and yours are two of the worst I think," said Marc as everyone else agreed with him.

"That was about the time that Jonathan came into the picture. Mom accepted the money he gave her he would come and get me and take me to whatever john paid for me that night. One minute he loved me and was showering with gifts and making love to me and the next he was pistol whipping me. I remember one night I messed up with a john so when we got home he made me undress in the kitchen he walked over to a drawer pulled something out when he turned around I knew what it was. He had a meat tenderizer in his hand he pulled me over to the butcher block by my dick put my balls on there and processed to use the tenderizer on them each time hit them harder then the time before well after he finished he decided to rape me of the kitchen floor. I could not move my legs nor move so he left me lying and went to work."

I was sitting there numb this is the first time that I have made it thought it without throwing up. Someone touched me when I looked up Kyle was standing there. I let him comfort me which was very hard.

"I only have one part left to tell and you will understand what I want. Jonathan plays Santa at Christmas at an amusement park I was to play an elf. The park's owner fell in love with me. I was in his bed every night. He made movies of us kids, took still photos of us and sold us. I was thirteen at the time no I was twelve. Every other month year round we went there and the park owner's wife even was getting into it. She would take me to her room so I was safe. She never hurt me only touched me which at this point was ok. That fall I had a breakdown and ended up in the hospital.

"It was there that my doctor found out that I was a natural leader and told me that he was starting and funding a group of kids as vigilantes where we do not answer to anyone but ourselves. They picked eleven of us to start this group. We were trained as sharpshooters including the mindset as well as everything else to keep us alive. Over the fourteen years The Team was around we helped thousand of kids that would not be with us any more if we were not there. It was to the point we helped the government more then once infiltrate a kiddy porn ring or kiddy selling. What I want to do is start the group up again that way if any of the working boys want to give up working the street or if it they have a special gift it will work."

It was over I made it thought the whole story it was cut down I didn't cover every detail but they got the idea. Kyle was still holding my hand when I finished.

Elija:

"Michael, I like what you are telling us. Tomorrow morning I want Quentin and you to come to the office and work out a plan with Daniel and Marc. I know some of our employees like Caleb would be willing to help if he has time. Paulo also would be willing to help I don't know how he finds the time but he is a good person always willing to help."

"I have a business plan written out already. My question to all of you is finding The Team," said Michael looking around the room.

"We will have Benjy and a couple of the working boys put the word out the two of you can use the conference room to interview the boys. There are a lot that would be willing to get off the street as long as you can prove to them you're not going to hurt them," Francis said and everyone shook there head yes.

Michael:

It was then that pagers went off something about a motor vehicle accident involving a bus. Everyone got up and left Kyle and I were sitting there staring at each other.

"Michael if you are going to deal with the Jorgenson and a lot of the other people in town you have to get use to them getting up and running when the pager goes off. I am studying to be an EMT. I'm about half way thought the class. Peckertown covers a large area plus part of the interstate so they have three ambulances and three rescues units," Kyle was so excited about talking about it.

"Once I get all this worked out I will give it a try. I wanted to be an EMT and firefighter when I got out of high school it cost me dearly because Master did not want me to do it. Before I would leave for class he either whipped me or made me drink his piss. I was not allowed to have any friend at all so I was very lonely all the time. When I started my job with the government I just followed on with the training Master gave me."

"Michael, you're here now and you have found Quentin. I've seen him at the Tasty Buns a few times when I am in there. He seems like a nice person and if I was not already seeing someone I would have chased him myself. You said that you were in my parent's restaurant was I there at the time?"

"I closed my eyes and thought about it for a few minutes. I think you were the first time I was there but not after that." I looked over at Kyle who was now crying.

"I'm sorry Michael you must think that I am a baby. I just get so homesick and what is fuck-up is they could have found another chef but no they closed the door on me. I found Uncle Elija and his family so now I at least have someone."

It seemed like Kyle and I talked for hours but I know it wasn't. I was missing Quentin I really wanted to go with him to make sure that he was alright. I know that Quentin is in good hands with Benjy and Roger at least. Plus I needed to talk to the Jorgensons and the rest of the group if I was going to pull this off at all.

"I wonder how Quentin is doing," I didn't expect an answer from Kyle and none was given.

Quentin:

I was thankful that Benjy and Roger did not leave me alone at the hospital. I was only in a hospital once when I was born. All the times that I needed stitches a doctor friend of Master would do it for him or he would just let it go.

"Quentin, Dr. Schwartz will be with you soon. He is dealing with the emergency that we brought in earlier. The kid is not doing well and most likely will get air lifted to Little Rock as soon as they can," said Benjy just above a whisper.

When Dr. Schwartz arrived he poked me asked a lot of question when I told him about the rat he looked at me for a long time before ordering tests including the full range of STD tests.

"Benjy, I want you to bring Quentin back in three days so he can get the results of the tests I ordered," he said as someone started yelling for him.

I was alone in the back seat so I moved forward, "Benjy, Roger what is a STD test?"

Benjy looked at Roger before either of them answered.

"STD tests are for sexually transmitted diseases like AIDS, syphilis and others. Have you had one before or is this your first?" asked Roger he was looking at me through the rear view mirror.

"No, I have not ever had any. I guess I need one. What if it comes back dirty what do I do then," I never gave it a thought when I said that I would become Michael lover.

"Quentin, if you have AIDS there are support groups plus I personally have had to deal with boys that had AIDS and died from it. You need to tell Michael that you have not had an AIDS test before you make love. Both of us get tested every six mouths just to make sure nothing is wrong," Benjy said.

It was then that he sound like a kid and not the Master that I knew he was.

Once back at Marc and Daniels both Roger and Benjy got out of the car. Roger hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek. It was then Benjy turn he hugged me then kissed me on the lips forcing his tongue in my mouth. I reached down feeling of his has hard ten inch [25 cm] cock through his leather pants. I wanted him to make love to me maybe even whip me like in the past but this was not the time. I would ask him about it the next time I was alone with him. I watched as they drove away until the car turned the corner.

I wanted Michael to make love to me as many times as he could without taking it out of me. When I found him he was talking to Kyle, the two of them were alone. I was not worried about it or jealous about it. I stood in the shades for a few minutes listening to what they were talking about. I walked out as if I just arrived a moment later Cliff also arrived so the four of us went to our rooms. To say I did get my wish that night and the next morning as well. I know I was walking when we got out of bed. It felt as if Michael cock was still inside of me, I love that feeling.

Michael:

We went to the Jorgenson corporate office the next morning. The first two boys were waiting outside the door when we arrived I will share there story with you. Shawn was the first one the four of us interviewed.

"Please come in and sit down. Would you tell us your name and why you are here?"

"My name is Shawn David Leggo I am eleven and have been here only a day. You might say that I am a zebra being that my mother was raped by a man that was part black. I love computers and can hack anything you put in front of me. I am gay and have known it for about three years. I lived in a small town and when I came out I was beat half to death. My mother and father decided that I needed to go live with my uncle. He and his lover were killed in an auto accident three weeks ago I had my mother sign the paper saying that I could work as a whore when I got here that is why I hope you will find it in your heart to hire me, " he said as he looked in all of our eyes.

I was taking notes of everything Shawn said. All I wanted to know is what he is capable of doing that would help The Team. I was so very thankful I had Quentin because this kid was nice looking and when you looked into his eyes there was the look of hunger. He did not look that dark but he was well tanned to say it nicely. I loved the few freckles across the bridge of his nose.

"First off where are you staying and second if you just got into town how did you hear about this so fast?" Daniel asked he was also taking notes.

"I slept behind a place called The Little Leather Club last night and this and these two guys dressed in leather woke me up this morning. I was scared of the smaller one until he got down on his knees next to me. He asked me if I was hungry and I was so he took me to a building next door and cooked the three of us breakfast. He asked me if I had any special training or anything and I told him that I could hack computer so the two of them told me about this going on this morning. I have been waiting here since seven a.m." Shawn said.

"Shawn, would you mind going out to the lobby for a few minutes?" I asked. Shawn got up and as he opened the door he looked back at the four of us. Once the door was closed I was the first to say something.

"I like the kid and if he is as good as I think him maybe we could use him. What do the rest of you think of him?"

"Michael, Marc and Daniel he seems like a good kid and needs a chance but I think Zeus needs to make sure that he is ok with his uncle's death. But outside of that he has my vote also," Quentin smiled at me but I was not sure why.

"I agree with both of you and also vote yes. I do think Quentin is right about having Zeus talk to him. Also there is a group that meets Wednesday and Friday that might help him," Daniel said as he turned the page of his notepad getting ready for the next person. "Oh also David and his crew will be in town starting tonight and we would like you to meet them"

"Well that leaves me to be the bad guy. Are you sure that you can deal with a child that young? I can see that the Shawn is a smart kid and he is not bad to look at either," Marc said.

Daniel hit him in the arm.

"What am I told old for you now?" he said trying not to laugh.

"Never love I will love and be with you until I pass on. That is why we got married, remember?" Marc said looking at Daniel as if something was really wrong.

"Marc I would rather have them start with The Team at a younger ago that way training does not have to be rushed and the will be around for a lot longer. So the vote is to have Shawn join The Team?"

Marc picked up the telephone asked Margaret to send Shawn back in to the conference room. The tape on the door would have been missed if we had not sent for him.

"Shawn, please sit down we need to talk to you for a few more minutes. First we have voted you into The Team and second you will not have to work the streets at all. Do you know what you are signing to?" I asked not sure if he really knew what he was in for.

"Yes you are starting up a group of teams with special gifts and we will be vigilante group. We will not work for the government we play our own game," Shawn said with a smile.

"Yes you will be trained as a sniper as well as many other things. When you finish you will be well trained. Is this something that you think you can do?"

"Yes I will do anything you ask of me as long as I don't have to whore." A tear rolled down his cheek.

"Shawn, Michael and I would like you to stay with us until we get the other building fixed," Quentin said and I nodded.

"Oh Shawn the two that you met this morning in leather were my brother Benjy and his lover Roger. I am glad they found you and helped you out. If there is anything else that you need please stop in here or at The Little Leather Club and tell us and we will see what we can do for you," Daniel said smiling.

"Thanks," Shawn was up and around the table hugging all four of us.

"Shawn why don't you go across the street and tell them that Marc sent you over to have lunch and that I will sign the bill later when I come over for lunch."

Andrew:

I walked in the conference room looked at the four people sitting there. I was very nervous I stood at the end of the table until they told me to sit down. I reached up pushing my hair out of my eyes.

"Hello, my name is Michael and this is Quentin, Marc and Daniel please sit down and tell is about you,"

"My name is Andrew Joshua Steinmiller I am thirteen and was in the eighth grade when I fingered out I was gay. My parents accepted it about as well as I expected them to. I liked a kid at school so I told him and he freaked out told everyone that I was a queer and that I wanted to rape him. I was called into the principal office that afternoon my parents were sitting there when I was informed that I was no longer welcome that they did not want queers in there school." I could not hold back tears. "There was even an article in the local newspaper about it and because of that my father lost his job. So my parents signed the paper I found on the computer and bought me a bus ticket I got in last night. I stayed last night at the Jorgenson Inn someone named Tad told me about this interview going on this morning. He told me what you were looking for and I want to tell you that I have an IQ of 194 and was a straight A student before I left home."

"And what can you do for us?" asked Quentin.

"I am good at building surveillance equipment I also am a good artist."

"So you know that this is a vigilante group we do not work for any part of the federal government we will follow our own rules. You will become a sniper and learn more in the next year then I can tell you right now. Is this something that you want to do," asked Michael.

"Yes I am ready, willing and able to do what ever you ask me to do." Michael:

As I looked at Andrew, his shoulder length brown hair and steel blue eyes. He looked like a football player. He was a gentle person and you could tell he was well bred. I looked at the other three and all three shook there head yes.

"Andrew you are accepted to The Team."

In the following chapters you'll find out about more of the Team members and our missions.

It was a chilly early October evening when Dr. & Dr. Ramsey arrived home from their medical office but they quickly realized even chillier inside their Mc Mansion, and not because the heat was broken. They looked at each other and sighed.

"We're home Yaz," Mr. Ramsey called.

"Hi," Yaz called from his upstairs bedroom, "Can you both come up?"

"Be there in a second honey, just got to take our coats off and put supper up," Mrs. Ramsey said.

"Meatloaf's cooking in the oven so just have to put salad and veggies together when we're ready. Got a half-hour," Yaz said.

His parents looked at each other and smiled. Neither ever said it out loud but Yaz was the best cook in the family. They hung their coats up and climbed the stairs.

When they reached their son's door they knocked and entered. While their son was his usual overly serious self, at least in their minds, he didn't seem totally out of sorts like he'd been much too often.

"Mom, Dad, the two of you have been great about me being gay. I couldn't ask for more support. I've even made some cool online friends with other young teens but its killing me not being able to tell anybody at school and worse hearing the anti-gay comments from everybody there. They look at me kind of strange for not joining in."

"Yaz, I know it's hard for you there but there's no way to change the culture there, especially without putting you in extreme danger. And not even your reputation and fighting skills will protect you," his father said.

"I know, I know that Dad but I've got this idea and I know it's crazy but maybe it can work and solve my problems," Yaz said.

"Go ahead dear," his mother said.

Yaz scrunched his 5'8" muscular frame together, his knees touching his chin and brushed his reddish brown hair into a perfect skater's cut. He took a couple of deep breaths and looked back and forth between his parents before taking a final deep breath.

"For my fourteenth birthday I want to go down to Peckertown, Arkansas for a week and see if I can find a boy I can love and bring him home. You'll adopt him or become legal guardians and we can go to school together and stay nicely in the closet and be boyfriends here. I swear not to whore, to have safe sex and be on the plane when its time to come home, alone or not."

"Son, that is a bit crazy, but," Mr. Ramsey said but held up his hand when Yaz opened his mouth, "but given certain conditions it is doable."

"Really?" Yaz said and his parents saw happiness in their son's face for the first time in a long time.

So it was that on the evening of his fourteenth birthday, October 13, 2003, Yaz found himself checking into the Jorgenson Inn. Hunger won out over exhaustion brought on by nerves and a long day of traveling so he headed down to the coffee shop.

The recently renamed and remodeled Aaron's Place was a bright and airy place and Yaz was quickly seated at a window table. The view extended from a barracks building at the far end to the outdoor pool where he sat. He was amazed at the number of families at the pool. He could tell they weren't just hookers and johns because of the women and young daughters along with boys of all ages.

"Welcome to Aaron's Place, would you care to place your drink order?" a soft young voice asked and Yaz jumped.

"Sorry if I startled you, my name's Zack and I'll be your waiter."

"No problem, I'll have a diet Coke," Yaz said.

Yaz's eyes flowed up and down Zack's slender body. He was wearing a baseball cap backwards over his strawberry-blond hair, a top that barely covered his nipples and had "Aaron's Place" on the left and Zack on the other. His shorts were ultra-short and form fitting. Yaz's eyes continued down the perfectly proportioned legs to Nikes and short white socks that didn't come near his ankles.

Yaz looked around the room and saw all the staff dressed the same and all with bodies that deserved to be wearing it. He forced his eyes from them to the menu and was back to enjoying the scenery when Zack returned with his soda.

"You sure don't look like you need a diet soda or are you working?" Zack said as he put the glass down.

Yaz was confused for a second then realized what the boy meant.

"No, my Dad's a diabetic so all we have in the house is diet so it's what I'm used to. I'm down here on a search, and my name's Yaz."

Zack smiled, "Looking for a friend who took off?"

"Fortunately no, look is it OK if you sit down and we talk now or after you get off? I'm staying here."

"Sorry Yaz, house rules say no soliciting, I could lose my job."

Yaz blushed, "No, that's not what I meant. I mean you're hot as hell but I'd like to talk, even lobby is fine."

"Meet me at the bar in Cody's across the lobby at eleven and my boyfriend and I will talk to you there."

"Sounds great, and if I'm not there just buzz 305 because I might take a nap after dinner been a long travel day."

"Cool, now what will you have to eat? I recommend the steak nachos, out of this fucking world."

"Done, and thanks Zack."

Zack smiled a brilliant smile and headed off.

Yaz did nap but was down at the bar nursing his first legal glass of zinfandel when Zack entered accompanied a boy with long blond hair in a ponytail that he recognized as another waiter. They'd both changed out of their uniforms and were now wearing white t-shirts that said Peckertown School Students and red shorts that stopped at mid-thigh to go with their sneakers.

"Yaz, this is my boyfriend Ethan, Ethan Yaz here is the customer I told you about. Want to move to a table?"

"Sure, want to get first round now?"

The two waiters ordered Ganymede Beer and they headed to a table.

"Never heard of that brand," Yaz said once seated.

"Local brewery, started by a few German boys who showed up a couple years ago," Ethan said.

"Have to try it. Did the two of you know each other back home?" Yaz said.

"No, met here my love was a surfer from Laguna Beach and I'm from Long Island, East Hampton. We both arrived three years ago, worked the streets, met almost right away," Zack said.

"Fell in love almost right away, got a small apartment as soon as we could. Finally got job at Inn last year and became waiters when they finished remodeling," Ethan finished, "So what's your story?"

"My story I'm sure is one you haven't heard," Zack said and told his tale.

"Way out, my rents half that cool I'd still be riding waves," Ethan said.

Yaz saw Zack turned away and stared at Ethan.

Ethan blushed, "But if they had been that cool I would never have met the love of my life so it all worked out for me and I hope you find the right guy here too. For both your sakes, lots of kids here who deserve that second chance at family life."

"What I figured from reading all the stories about here. Don't know where to start looking though. And I'm really more concerned about the person than how hot he is because he's got to fit into my world back home," Yaz said.

"Cuts out a lot of boys," Zack said.

"I know, but my rents and I talked a lot about this and we figure if he can't be comfortable he won't be happy. If he's not happy no matter how much he cares about me he's back here," Yaz said.

"There you're right, face it most of us are very independent and strong. Unhappy is not a state we like," Ethan said.

"So where do I start?" Yaz said.

"Forget the Little Leather Club, boys there aren't what you're looking for. Tomorrow walk about town, the Inn's got a shuttle that goes back and forth from eight till two in the morning so if you don't have your own car you don't have to walk. Meet us at The Tasty Buns restaurant at one for lunch and we'll see what we can think up," Zack said.

"Sounds like a plan," Yaz said, "You want another round?"

"Sure, oh there's Justin, another waiter. Do you mind if he joins us? He's single," Ethan said.

Yaz followed Ethan's finger to a boy alone at the bar still wearing his work uniform and nodded. Ethan grinned at Zack and went over and came back with their friend and four Ganymedes.

Justin sat next to Yaz and the two young gay boys were soon eyeing each other. When Ethan and Zack left fifteen minutes later they barely noticed their absence. A while later Yaz started to say something but stammered instead then blushed.

Justin leaned forward and kissed him gently on the lips, "I would love to go up to your room and it won't cost you a cent."

Both boys smiled and after Yaz signed his tab they headed up to 305.

"Is this your first time with a boy?" Justin asked when they were in the room.

"Yes, there are boys back home I'd love to do it with but as I told Zack and Ethan it just doesn't work in my life."

"Well, you're not back in Jersey you're in Peckertown where this is quite acceptable."

Justin wrapped his arms around Yaz and brought their lips together. Much to his surprise it was Yaz whose tongue asked admittance to his mouth. A request he quickly accepted.

As they kissed Justin unbuttoned Yaz's shirt then let his hands rub the firm smooth chest and felt Yaz's on his own exposed belly. The new boy placed his hands inside his shorts, pushing them down. Justin sucked in his stomach and the skin tight shorts slid over his ass and hardening cock then dropped to the floor. He slid his own hands down to Yaz's shorts and quickly unbuttoned them and slipped his hands inside only to find the boy had also neglected to put his underwear on.

Simultaneously they took the others cock which brought first a deep sigh then a giggle from both.

Justin broke the kiss, "Bed."

Yaz smiled and let the more experienced boy take the lead. Justin finished stripping Yaz then himself and they lay down on the king sized hotel bed and began kissing. Their hands stroked the other. Yaz reveled under Justin's experienced fingertips while Justin enjoyed the nervous touching of the rookie.

Yaz wanted more and Justin knew it. He remembered his first time with another boy who he wanted to have sex with. As always he didn't count the times after he fled from Yuma to the streets of Phoenix then finally to Peckertown. He'd worked the area right outside of Phoenix's Old City for six months and hadn't had a john hurt him worse than his parents kicking him out with nothing but clothes on his back when he'd come out.. It was there he'd met William, another street boy, who'd shown him the ropes then shown him the beauty of sex. After six months they'd moved to Peckertown but split up when William met and fell for a younger boy.

Justin started kissing, licking and nibbling his way down Yaz's firm smooth chest, taking time to work on both nipples. He got down to Yaz's pubes and began licking them causing Yaz to buck his hips.

"Oh shit, never imagined that would feel so good," Yaz moaned.

"It's called the Jose technique down here, makes it easier for sucker and suckee loves it," Justin said.

Before he could lean back down Yaz ran his fingers through longish strawberry blond hair that was a little longer on the left side where the part was and he sighed.

"Beautiful hair, nice and silky."

Justin smiled and for the twentieth time since they'd entered the room unconsciously flicked his head to get the hair out of his eyes. They smiled at each other and Justin saw in Yaz's eyes the feeling he had in his own heart.

"I'm not the one you're looking for. I could never fit in to your school. Never was a good student and can't act straight enough. Doesn't mean we can't be friends here and write if you want after."

Yaz pulled Justin up and hugged him. Found the boy's tears matching his own. Brought Justin's lips to his own and kissed him gently.

"I do want that," Yaz said.

Justin responded the only way he knew how. He slid back down and started licking Yaz's drying pubes until they were nice and flat. Then without warning swallowed Yaz's hard six inches [15 cm] so quickly his lips were on Yaz's pubes before the boy realized what happened.

Justin used his long and talented tongue to bathe the cock finishing by running the tip inside the foreskin.

"Oh shit man, keep that up and I'll cum now," Yaz said.

Justin smiled around the cock and started to slowly deep throat it. Yaz collapsed on the bed and let his fingertips stroke Justin's hair and cheeks. More than ever he knew that he was gay and his quest was right.

Justin let his mind go blank, thinking only of pleasing the boy in bed with him. He felt Yaz's cock get harder and start leaking precum and he sucked the precious liquid down. Ran his tongue around the throbbing tool as he listened to sexual music coming from Yaz's soul.

Picked up the pace and was quickly rewarded by a stomach full of Yaz juice.

When they'd caught their breath Justin got a coke and diet coke from the mini-bar and snuggled down next to Yaz.

"You could have taken a beer or something," Yaz said.

"I have one after work occasionally if I'm drinking with friends like tonight but that's it. Father drank, most of my fathers drank too much," Justin said and caught Yaz's confused look and told him the condensed biography.

When Justin was finished Yaz didn't know what to say so rolled on top of his first sex partner and kissed him deep in hard. A kiss meant to say that his hard life and the choices made didn't bother him one bit. The kiss quickly changed to one of lust

Yaz didn't have the hands on experience Justin did but between reading a ton of stories and all the pics and movies he'd seen he had a good idea what to do. Breaking the kiss he slid down and started sucking on Justin's left nipple. It was hard in seconds and the whimper told him he was doing something good. Several minutes later he licked his way over to the right nipple.

"Man you are doing great for a rookie," Justin said, "If you stayed here you'd definitely make it on the streets."

Yaz lifted his head and their eyes met. Yaz saw fear and sorrow in the street boy's eyes, felt Justin pull away.

"I'm sorry," Justin said, "I'll go."

Yaz put his hands on Justin's arms and held him in place. Justin was shocked at the strength and didn't resist.

"Listen, I'm not mad, not upset. I know you meant it as a complement and I take it that way."

Yaz saw uncertainty and understood only one thing would reassure the boy underneath him so he kissed Justin fast, hard and deep. It took a minute or so but Justin finally relaxed and returned the passion.

Soon Yaz couldn't wait any longer and quickly slid down Justin's smooth slender body and licked the boy's cock up and down as he gently rotated it.

"Mmmmmmm."

Yaz took that as signal to move to next step so when he next licked up to Justin's uncut rod he twirled his tongue inside the head.

"Oh yeah, oh fuck yeah," Justin screamed and Yaz went slowly lower on the throbbing penis in his mouth.

When his lips touched Justin's trimmed pubes he paused and let his tongue swirl around his first cock. Discovered and enjoyed the tastes and texture.

"Ain't going to be long, get to work and I'll let you know when I'm going to shoot if you don't want to swallow the first time," Justin said.

Yaz raised his head till he just had the cockhead in his mouth and gave Justin a look that clearly asked if he was nuts thinking Yaz might want to pull off. Justin laughed and pushed down on Yaz's head.

Yaz started going slowly up and down wanting to make this first time last. As Justin's cock went deeper and deeper down his throat he grabbed his own hard cock and began stroking.

Justin moaned and squirmed under him and Yaz felt the joy of sex wash over him.

"Oh shit, get ready, oh shit I'm going to shoot straight down your throat," Justin said and held Yaz's head down and fired.

Yaz felt more than tasted his first load of boy cum run down his throat and pulled back and tasted the second hard blast. He drank and drank and felt tears flow down his cheeks and intermingle with cum flowing from between his lips.

Finally Justin pulled Yaz off his softening cock and they hugged.

"That was beautiful," Yaz said.

"Totally," Justin said and they fell asleep that way.

They slept late the next morning and after room service breakfast and a long shower they left the Jorgenson Inn together and took the shuttle bus downtown. From there they walked over to Justin's apartment. It was an older but nice brick building on Green Street and an older teen greeted Justin by name as we entered.

"Hi Matt, this is Yaz. Matt's the building manager," Justin said.

"Moving in Yaz?" Matt said.

"No, just visiting Peckertown for the week and was introduced to Justin last nigh," Yaz said.

"And his rents paid for trip, ain't that the best?" Justin said.

"Yaz, you are one lucky dude, enjoy your visit," Matt said.

Yaz was impressed by the one bedroom apartment and Justin beamed at the complement. Justin changed into a clean uniform and headed back to the Inn for the lunch shift after leaving Justin at the park.

Yaz was amazed at the number of working boys strolling around the park and the number of men cruising before lunch. He strolled up and down the main street and was glad he'd dressed modestly, at least compared to the working boys. At 12:30 he got pointed in the right direction and walked up to The Tasty Buns.

As he walked down the block he looked at all the boys. Not just the boys in the park and along the street who were clearly selling themselves but the ones he saw working in the stores. They seemed to be happy, many happier than he'd felt in years. It didn't take much thinking to understand why. They were free. Free from the people who'd oppressed them in their old lives and the freedom they now had to be themselves. Could he really ask one of them to give this up for his life?

He walked into The Tasty Buns and over to where Ethan and Zack were sitting and slid into the booth across from them.

"Wow, looks like Justin turned him straight," Zack said.

Yaz gave a slight smile, "Not a chance but walking here I started wondering if I was really thinking of the boy or being selfish."

"You think this is heaven for working boys? Not a chance, it's a hard life for most of the boys. Why Justin turns tricks on top of working lunch and dinner shifts five or six days a week to pay the rent, and believe me the rent is reasonable."

"Not heaven, but better than what you left," Yaz said.

"Yep yep, but to have the chance for a normal life a lot of them, especially the single boys, would take the chance. Always come back down if it doesn't work out," Ethan said.

The waiter came over and took their orders and Yaz resisted his friends' pleading to tell about the night before till the drinks came and then changed the subject.

"So while Justin and I were making out did you come up with any ideas?"

"Ah, finally part of an answer," Zack said, "And as a matter of fact made some significant process last night. We live in the same building as Justin and there's a game room in the basement where a lot of us hang out when home. We went down and a lot of our friends were there so we called a meeting."

"Cool," Yaz said.

"That was the response to your story too. What was really amazing was the number of boys who got suggested. Some like D2 were rejected because they're part of a couple or too tied to here," Ethan said.

"God last thing I want to do is break up a couple," Yaz said shaking his head.

"Then there were some like Justin who are smart but no formal education or at least not much which rules them out," Zack said.

"I figured that when Justin took himself out of contention," Yaz said.

"After an hour one name came up and nobody could think of anything wrong," Ethan said.

"Well, not sure if his name works but could always change that," Zack said.

Yaz leaned forward eyes gleaming, "What's his name?"

"My name is Toby," came a sweet voice from behind Yaz.

Yaz turned and looked into deep blue eyes.

"I'm Yaz," Yaz stammered, "Why don't you sit next to me?"

Yaz didn't take his eyes off Toby and when the boy stood alongside the booth he scanned him from head-to-toe. Toby was 5'6", thin with long black hair in a skater's cut with a bright golden stripe running down the front. He wore a lightning bolt earring in his left ear and a diamond stud in the right and it was clear he didn't need to shave. He wore khaki shorts that stopped a couple inches above the knee and a short sleeve shirt worn outside the shorts with the top three buttons undone revealing a smooth chest. As Toby sat Yaz realized he had a nipple ring in his right nipple.

Toby leaned into Yaz and kissed him gently on the lips. A gentle friendly kiss that ran chills down both boys' spines.

The waiter came and served all four of them and they started eating while the waiter got refills on the drinks.

Ethan raised his glass, "I know this is early and I hope I don't jinx it but good luck you two."

The other boys raised their glasses and drank.

"According to the script I was given this is the time I tell you about myself. In ways it's similar to the stories these two gave you but with some difference that I guess are the reasons I was chosen," Toby said.

"I guess that means they've briefed you on me," Yaz said.

"Enough to get me interested and now that I see that they were honest about how hot you are I'm even more interested."

Yaz's smile widened followed by a kiss that was a bit friendlier than the first.

When they parted Toby was visibly more relaxed and after a moment started.

"My father is a very senior vice president of a New York City bank and mother a socialite from old money. I won't say it was an arranged marriage but her father is a major stockholder in the bank. Don't get me wrong they did, do for all I know, care for each other. Maybe as close to love as either of them can get. I came along and I do have good memories of the first few years, even after my younger brother Audrey was born. I went to one of those elite Manhattan pre-schools and when time for first grade came along was shipped to boarding school upstate. Next time I was home was a year ago when I got expelled for being to openly gay."

"What?" Zack said.

Toby nodded, "School didn't care if you were fucking your way through the faculty and student body but don't let anybody know you're gay or have a real open boyfriend. Reggie and I were walking along the lake holding hands and thought we were alone but somebody saw us and word spread. I got sent home in disgrace and my parents promptly bought me a one-way ticket here. So yes I know this look isn't appropriate for your school and do know how to behave in a homophobic environment."

"Shame, you look so hot this way," Yaz said, "But will make things easier at Barton and at least we won't be boarding there."

"Cool dude," Toby said.

"Zack, I think our work here is done as is our meal. Guys we're working tonight so ask for one of us at dinner," Ethan said.

"Yep yep," Yaz said.

"If we make it downstairs," Toby said.

After Ethan and Zack left Yaz and Toby stayed and talked. They hit on a ton of subjects, finding out what their interests were, etc. Found to their mutual delight they were both Yankees and Jets fans. The one subject they stayed away from was sex.

Eventually they left The Tasty Buns and started walking down the street.

"I've got to go in for test results," Toby said when they reached the free health clinic.

Yaz stiffened.

"Just routine Yaz, really. Town council passed a law saying all boys who have sex for money have to have full blood tests every three months or sooner if the boy senses a problem. The tests are free and if you don't the fines are more than most street boys want to pay. I've never tested positive for anything and they caught it when I became a little anemic. I'd like you to come in and check the results yourself."

"Thanks, I'd like that. Don't think it would change how I'm feeling about you but would be good to know," Yaz said and next thing he found himself inside Toby's bear hug and felt the tears coursing down his boyfriend's cheeks.

He returned the hug and realized he'd just considered another boy his boyfriend for the first time.

They went in and the tests were all negative, even the anemia was gone. Toby told the doctor what might happen and the doctor gave them both hugs. Which amazed Yaz, none of his doctors had touched him more than absolutely necessary in years. Doctor Gibson then told Toby he should keep getting tested for at least six months preferably nine after he retired and they should both use condoms until they were sure and with anybody else either of them had sex with.

Both boys promised and walked the rest of the way to Toby's apartment. When they got there Toby went to get them sodas so Yaz looked around the living room and it was far different than Justin's. Yes there was the big TV and the Xbox but there were also books and magazines that he enjoyed.

Toby came over and started unbuttoning Yaz's shirt and Yaz noticed Toby's was already completely unbuttoned and he had nipple rings in both nipples.

"You like my library?" Toby said as he slipped Yaz's shirt off.

"Oh yeah, got a lot of them home," Yaz said as he removed Toby's shirt.

"Sweet," Toby said and slid Yaz's shorts down to the ground leaving him in navy bikini briefs.

"Way cool," Yaz said and when he slid down Toby's shorts found nothing underneath, "Way way cool."

Yaz fondled Toby's cock while Toby removed his briefs. Toby took hold of Yaz's cock and led him into the bedroom.

When they were naked and sitting on Toby's bed Toby took a deep breath but couldn't meet Yaz's eyes until Yaz moved his head.

"Ask if you have a question, say it if there's something you want to tell me," Yaz said softly.

"How do you feel about my being a whore and fucking and sucking men for money?"

"It is one of the things I thought long and hard about before I talked to my rents about this, and question Dad asked me. And I knew just about every boy I'd meet here probably whored at one time or another and I had to look past that as long as the boy was willing to stop that along with any drugs or serious drinking."

"Don't do drugs, not even pot or cigarettes, only drink one or two beers a night and can stop to keep your rents happy and if yours is the only cock I suck for the rest of my life I'll be super-happy," Toby said and wrapped his arms around Yaz and started a serious lip lock.

As tongues danced hands explored and each boy enjoyed what he found. While Yaz enjoyed Toby's muscular body, a body that could clearly defend itself against any problems back home he also sensed the good soul buried beneath the hardness a parentless life and the last year had built up. Toby's fingertips enjoyed the slender frame that was strong in its own way but felt the inner strength that enabled Yaz to endure the self-imposed isolation at school and would get both of them through the transition to come.

Toby replayed that and everything else in his mind and gently broke the kiss and looked into Yaz's eyes once again.

Yaz saw a big difference in those eyes and it was one he liked.

"Will you come home with me Toby? Come home to live as my brother and to be my boyfriend, my lover?"

Toby found he couldn't say the answer he wanted to scream so instead he gently kissed Yaz's lips and continued slowly down his neck and chest until he reached Yaz's cock and slowly swallowed it. Only then could he pull off and say, "Yes, I will, no that's not right. Yes, I do."

Toby swallowed Yaz again leaving Yaz to scream for joy. A scream that quickly turned to lustful moans as his cock hardened. He reached down and stroked his lover's gold stripe of hair and wished he could keep it. Saw Toby's hard cock and knew what he wanted.

"Let's sixty-nine," he said and moved into position while Toby licked Yaz's cockhead.

Once facing it Yaz admired the hard six inches [15 cm] of boy meat and took a taste. Better than Justin's had been and began licking it then swallowing it. Toby resisted the urge to thrust all the way down his lover's throat and waited till he felt lips on his pubes before swallowing Yaz again. Toby took control, controlling the speed and demonstrating new techniques to the talented boy sucking on his cock.

When Toby felt Yaz's fingers on his ass he shifted position to give his lover better access which not only did Yaz take advantage of but also mimicked.

Yaz jerked when he felt Toby's finger on his rosebud but when Toby withdrew found he missed it, "Sorry, its ok, please put it back," he mumbled around the cock in his mouth.

The finger returned and played along the outside but Toby made no move to insert it. Yaz let his fingers run inside Toby's crack until he found his hole. Yaz copied what Toby was doing but Toby opened up and Yaz's finger slipped in. He stopped sucking and concentrated on the new sensations and pushed his finger further in. Suddenly he felt Toby's teeth on his cock.

"Suck," Toby grunted.

Yaz giggled around Toby's cock and started again.

The sensations were just too hot and it was only a matter of minutes before both boys drove their cocks down the others throats and shot huge loads. Loads that kept going and going until they finally petered out. Sated and exhausted Yaz turned around and snuggled into Toby's arms. They exchanged a gentle loving kiss and fell asleep.

Two hours later two physically and mentally refreshed boys left the apartment, Toby carrying a backpack full of clothes over his left shoulder while his right held Yaz's hand. They stopped at The Big Lick and each got an extra large extra thick milkshake for the rest of the way back to the Jorgenson Inn.

They'd decided to go for a swim at the nude pool but when they walked in the door Toby saw a couple people and told Yaz he wanted to talk with them. Yaz nodded and looked at the pair; they didn't strike him as a couple. On the left was a very tall, very large black man talking to an older deeply tanned teen with long black mane, a slender but firm body and a wedding ring on his left hand. They stopped a foot [30 cm] away and waited.

"Hey Toby," the black man said, "how you doing?"

"Great Zeus, Zeus, Mr. Jorgenson, I'd like you to meet Yaz."

"Toby, how many times do I have to tell you to call me Daniel or Lion?" the boy said.

"Sorry, but it looks like you won't be correcting me much more," Toby said.

"This is that Yaz then. Ethan and Zack told me about this when they got here," Zeus said.

"Shit, it's all around town," Yaz said.

Daniel saw the sudden worried expression on Yaz's face, "Don't worry Yaz, everybody's happy for both of you and you won't find a line of boys outside your room door."

"Thanks Daniel, it's a pleasure to meet both of you after reading about you in papers and magazines," Yaz said.

"Where you off to?" Zeus asked.

"Swim," Yaz said quickly.

He didn't understand why Zeus and Daniel were laughing until he saw Toby rapidly licking his upper lip and he joined in.

"When you heading north?" Zeus said.

"Friday," Yaz said.

"See you both on Thursday?"

"Yes, thanks Zeus," Toby said and they headed upstairs to the room.

"What was that about Thursday?" Yaz asked when they were in the elevator.

"Zeus has two careers. First he runs the JI but he's also an adolescent psychologist and I've been seeing him since a bad experience with a customer a few months back. Great guy and I think a final session with him with you there will help in long run."

"Sounds good to me," Yaz said and planted a big kiss on Toby as the elevator doors opened.

They looked up and saw a family of four, including a boy their own age.

"Awesome," said the boy.

"Yes he is," Toby said and pecked the boy on the cheek as they left the elevator.

"Young man, I know where we are but that is not appropriate," the father said.

Before Toby could say something the boy shook his head and took his father's hand.

"It's OK Dad. I liked it. Hoped it would happen, or at least see boys like them while we were here."

The father paled and stepped back and Toby got concerned but relaxed when the man smiled and hugged his son.

Toby pulled on Yaz's arm and they headed down to 305.

For Yaz there was something special about their swim. Warm water flowed against his naked body. Boyfriend's naked body flush against his in the pool. Sixty or so other boys and men with them and nobody gave anybody else a second glance.

After supper at Aaron's Place they caught Boydini and Ninja-boy's act in the JI Cabaret. When it was over, and the swelling in their shorts had gone down sufficiently, they saw they still had plenty of time before they were to meet Zack and Ethan at Cody's so they headed upstairs.

Once inside 305 both boys quickly stripped. Yaz headed to the mini-bar and got a coke and a diet coke out and took them to the bed. Toby emerged from the bathroom moments later with his hands behind his back. Yaz looked at the smile on his lover's face and had an idea what he was hiding. The thought both scared and thrilled him.

Toby sat down and showed Yaz the bottle of lube in one hand and two condoms in the other.

"Are you ready?" Toby said.

Yaz nodded.

"It's all right to be nervous, scared. I was the first time and I'll help you. And if you just want to fuck me and not ready to be fucked that's cool too."

"I want both, but I am nervous. Times I wondered if this day would ever come."

"Thought you'd never have sex?"

"Jerking off, oral sex I did, but wanted to save fucking for someone special, the someone special," Yaz said and leaned into Toby and they started kissing.

When they broke the kiss Yaz looked into Toby's eyes, smiled and said, "Make love to me. Let me feel you deep inside."

Toby smiled and gently maneuvered Yaz onto his stomach. Yaz spread his legs and Toby admired the pure red rosebud staring at him. He gently massaged the smooth butt cheeks as he lowered his mouth and started licking up and down the crack, getting steadily closer to his goal. Yaz just moaned until the tip of Toby's tongue made contact and he gave a deep sigh of pleasure.

Toby spread the cheeks apart and pushed his face in and started some serious tongue fucking of a writhing Yaz. Toby loved the taste of virgin boy ass. No, he corrected himself as he deeply inhaled, my lover's virgin ass. An ass that I'm about to make mine.

He kissed the rosebud and knelt between Yaz's legs and grabbed the bottle of lube and coated his right fuck finger and gently pushed at the opening. It slipped in surprisingly easily and Yaz gave a short sharp moan and Toby froze.

"It's ok, I'm fine," Yaz said.

Toby finger fucked Yaz for another few minutes and then added a second coated finger. Five minutes later he used his other hand to slip the condom on his hard leaking cock. A little lube on the rubber and he withdrew his fingers and Yaz turned on his back and lifted his legs.

"I love you boyfriend," Toby said as he placed his cock at Yaz's pulsing entrance.

"I love you boyfriend, now make love to me," Yaz said.

Toby bent down and they kissed as Toby began to push in. He went nice and slow, having to stop a couple times to stop himself cumming as he progressed up the tight hot anus.

Yaz was overwhelmed by the new sensations coursing through him. Not just the physical sensation of a cock entering him for the first time but all the feelings of love. Of two boys who love each other joined in that most special and perfect way. Condom or no he felt every inch of Toby's hard cock as it progressed up. The joys of the joining, in, out and stop until he felt Toby's trimmed bush on his buns.

"You're in, all the way in and it feels so good. What I've been waiting for for so long."

"I'm so happy you waited," Toby said and began to slow long fuck his lover.

Yaz kept his hands off his own cock but felt it get hard, throb and then leak as Toby fucked him. Wasn't sure how much was his prostate being rubbed and how much pure erotic ecstasy.

Toby started speeding up with shorter strokes driving Yaz to grab hold of his cock and start jerking furiously until he blew sending his boy cum high up over his head. When sperm splattered across his back Toby lost control and after one last deep inward thrust shot his load. A load that was so big and lasted so long he was sure the condom had overfilled and burst.

Finally empty Toby slowly pulled out and found the rubber still there and intact, but very full. He carefully removed it from his deflating cock and then emptied it over Yaz's chest.

That was way too much," Yaz said, "You can fuck me any time you want."

"Anytime you want," Toby said and they joined in a deep soul joining kiss.

"You ready?" Toby asked.

Yaz shook his head, "Think you fucked every seed out of me. Time for me later, let's cuddle."

"Sounds good love."

And it was time after they got back from drinks and snacks with Ethan, Zack and Justin. Toby could tell from the second they walked into the room that Yaz was more nervous about fucking than being fucked.

"What's the matter love? You worried that your boy cock won't satisfy me after all the men who've fucked me?"

Yaz turned away and nodded. Toby gently turned him back around and hugged him.

"First of all your cock is more than big enough and works well enough to give me all the sexual pleasure I will ever need. More, you'll be making love to me not fucking me like some john and that'll give me more pleasure and happiness than anything."

"Really?" Yaz said.

"Very really, now do you remember what I did before?"

"Oh hell yes," Yaz screamed and both started giggling.

Finally calming down Yaz got the lube and condom off the night table while Toby flipped over on his stomach. Yaz, whether from earlier or from his studies did know how to get his lover ready, and being fair, it was easier to prep the now retired working boy than the virgin he'd been earlier that afternoon.

Finally ready he tapped Toby's butt and the boy flipped over and raised his legs.

"Go whatever speed you're comfortable at, I'll be able to take it. I just want you to enjoy this experience."

Yaz nodded then inserted his hard clad rod into Toby's waiting hole and slowly slid in. As he progressed he remembered the resistance he'd put up and how Toby wasn't offering any. How much fucking did it take to make it that easy.

Yaz cleared his mind of those thoughts and they were instantly replaced by the lust, the joy and the joining. He'd known, hoped, he'd feel the first two but hadn't the unity he felt with his one love as he stroked deeper and deeper.

Toby felt something different to. Part was the different physical sensations of having sex with a boy his own age rather than a man, but those differences he was used to. As Yaz rammed his cock as deep as he could Toby recognized as the feeling of pure love, physical and from the heart. A love he hadn't come close to feeling before, not even with Reggie.

When Yaz came down from his high he realized Toby hadn't cum so while he continued stroking his cock in and out of Toby's hot ass he bent over and started sucking his love's cockhead. It didn't take long for Toby to scream and fill Yaz's mouth to overflowing.

When they finally woke Wednesday morning they ordered brunch from room service and headed over to Toby's apartment to pack things up and return the key.

"How we going to get everything to your house?" Toby asked.

"First it's our house," Yaz said.

"Sweet."

"Yep yep, sweet indeed," Yaz said and they kissed, "How much do you want to bring?"

"Books, TV, some other personal stuff. Leave the whore clothes behind."

"We have TVs," Yaz said.

"I know, maybe even better than mine but I earned it, worked hard to save the money and I'm proud of it," Toby paused, "I hope you understand."

"I do, and I think the answer to our problem is right there," Yaz said and pointed

Across the street was a Kinko's and when Yaz saw the confusion on Toby's face he explained it was a store that among other things shipped out packages via FedEx and that he had his parent's account number with him. They went in and explained to the boy behind the counter what they wanted and needed to do. Ten minutes after Yaz and Toby got to the apartment a team of three boys arrived and packed everything up for a safe trip. They thanked Yaz for their tips and headed out.

"What about the clothes?" Yaz said.

"We'll take them down to the basement. There's a table there we put clothing we don't need any more, mostly outgrown but sometimes just memories of bad john. If nobody here wants them Matt'll brings them to the free clinic."

"Sounds super cool. I'm really impressed with the way you all watch each other's backs."

"Surprised me too but as Matt explained, and he used to be a whore, there's no benefit to being selfish or mean. There are boys, people I'm going to miss," Toby said with a wistfulness that surprised even him.

Yaz took his boyfriend in his arms, "You can write, call, hell maybe we'll even come and visit if you really want."

"Thanks, now let's get going," Toby said and after one final check of the apartment picked up the clothes and headed downstairs.

The elevator arrived empty and did an express run to the basement. The corridor was empty as well, in fact outside of some machinery rumbling it was completely silent.

Until they turned into the common room where they were greeted by a loud, "SURPRISE!!!!!!!!" from a room full of boys.

A Vietnamese-American boy came to the front of the room and hugged the guests of honor. He wiped some tears off of Toby's face then looked at them on his own hand.

"Yaz, my name's Thann and on behalf of all the boys here in this room and the ones who couldn't make it I want to thank you for making our wish come true for our friend Toby and give us hope that maybe one day we'll have a loving family. Toby we are your friends and love you. None of us are jealous that it's you and not one of us, mostly since most of us here picked you as Yaz's mate."

Small laughter filled the room.

"All we ask is that you remember us."

Toby and Yaz hugged Thann.

Toby looked at Yaz and Yaz nodded.

"First of all just a few minutes ago upstairs I told my love that it was cool if he kept in contact with you guys. That if we wanted to come down to visit it was doable because even before this I felt how much you guys mean to each other and what a special place Peckertown is for those of us who aren't as lucky as I am. But this is too much, more than we expected but we're happy to have this chance to get together. We would also like you and whoever else can make it to be our guest at dinner tomorrow night at the JI, at whatever's a good time."

"Make it four and make it for sixty, though you can tell them they might have to scurry for extra tables, and it'll be casual not working dress," Thann said, "but we do have something for you today. Bert, Jose roll it up."

The crowd separated and from the rear two boys rolled a table up with a big sheet cake and a gift wrapped box.

Toby took the knife, "Guys, you've been my friends and family since I arrived here and part of me is sad to leave but as Thann said this is our dream and for all of us I will make the most of it. But I'm not going just for that, I love Yaz, loved him from the start and if any of you get this kind of chance remember that," he kissed two fingers and held them up, "Love you all."

Everybody repeated it and then Toby cut the cake.

After the party Yaz and Toby took a taxi back to the hotel and begged to see Billy Ray Bob right away. Fortunately he was able to set up the party Yaz had blurted out at the last moment.

"And we'll do it buffet with whatever choices you want. That'll let us handle extras easier plus from other events we've held for working boys it just works better."

"Thanks, they surprised us and I knew that couldn't be last time we saw them and it just blurted out," Yaz said.

"I'm glad you did," Toby said.

"Me too, and not just because of the extra business," Billy Ray Bob said.

"If you guys have done buffets for boys before I'll leave menu and everything up to you. I trust you to set a fair price including a good tip for everybody who works."

"Thanks for the trust. You'll have all the information waiting for you at the desk later this afternoon. Just look it over and sign it. If you have any questions I can be reached at any time.

They shook hands and Yaz and Toby headed up to 305.

They stripped, lay down on the bed, made magical love and napped.

The phone rang the next morning in 305 waking the teenaged boys and Toby answered it.

"Hi?"

"Sorry they must have given me the wrong room," a woman said.

Toby sat up a little more, "who you looking for?"

"Yaz."

"One second ma'am," Toby said and covered the mouthpiece, "Yaz, I think it's your Mom."

"What?"

"It's a woman asking for Yaz, don't think it's your girlfriend lover," Toby said.

"What a disgusting concept, give me the phone," Yaz said.

"Here he is ma'am," Toby said into the phone and handed Yaz the phone.

"Mom?" Yaz said.

"Hi honey, how are you?"

"I'm great, never been better and yes that was my lover, my love and your new son," Yaz said.

He realized that while his voice was confident he was trembling and held his other hand out to Toby who took it tenderly.

Toby heard the scream of joy though he was three feet [90 cm] from the receiver placed next to Yaz's ear.

"Son, that's great. How soon can the two of you meet us down in the lobby for lunch?" Yaz's father said.

"You're here?"

"Just arrived, we decided if it didn't go well you'd need support on trip home and if it did it would be fairer for the boy to meet us first."

"That's so cool Dad, we'll be down in about a half hour," Yaz said.

"See you then."

"I'm going to meet your rents now?" Toby said.

Yaz leaned in and kissed away the fear, "They're so happy I found you and I know you'll make the greatest impression. Now go shower, no time for love right now."

They walked out of the elevator thirty-five minutes later and after looking around for a moment spotted Yaz's rents looking through the window at the nude pool. They walked up behind them.

"Sorry Mom, no women allowed in there," Toby said.

Both adults jumped before turning. His father hugged Yaz while Mom hugged Toby. After switching they took a good look at Toby who was dressed the same way he'd been when he met Yaz.

"Sure found yourself a hot boy," his mother said.

"Mom!" Yaz said and blushed deeply as did Toby.

"And young man you seem to have brought out something in my son I haven't seen in a while."

"What Sir?"

"My wife's Mom and I am Sir?"

Toby smiled radiated, "What Dad?"

"That's better son, and that is happiness. I have one question though."

"Sure, wait, my name's Toby. Guess in excitement forgot to say it before."

"Smart boy too," Mom said, "Now where for lunch?"

"Aaron's Place is best for lunch, besides few of our friends working there now so they can come to our party at four," Yaz said.

Yaz and Toby headed off but were pulled up short when Dad said, "What party?"

"Just a little good bye party with some of my friends," Toby said.

"That's nice, how many?" Mom said.

"About sixty," Yaz said, "Let's go, I'm starving."

"That's nice dears, I'm hungry too," Mom said and everybody laughed.

The host raised his eyebrows when Yaz and Toby walked in with Mom and Dad but not as high as Yaz's rents when they saw the uniforms on the hot boys.

"Toby, are all these boys gay?" Mom asked.

"They're almost all gay for pay but a good number are straight or bi. No matter what we don't care and they're here because Peckertown is a safe place for them."

"Hello, welcome to Aaron's Place, my name is Justin and I'll be your waiter. Can I get you something to drink?"

"First you can look at your customers," Yaz said gently.

Justin shook his head, "I know it's the two of you with your parents."

Yaz and Toby got up and went to their friend and hugged him.

"Come sit with us for a moment, I'd like you to meet them," Yaz said and lifted Justin's head so he could look him in the eye.

"Oh my God, I don't believe it," Dad said standing.

Justin tried to run but Toby held him tight while Yaz and his mother stared.

Aaron Jorgenson and Zeus came hurrying up.

"Something the matter?" Aaron said.

"Is there someplace we can go and talk in private?" Dad said.

"Sure, follow me," Zeus said.

"Stay with us Zeus, please," Toby said as he held the shaking Justin.

"Of course."

A few minutes later the six were sitting around a round table in a private dining room. Zeus had his arm around Justin who had his head burrowed into the big man.

"I think I'd better start," Dad said.

"Sounds like a good idea Dr. Ramsey," Zeus said.

"Dad, so you know," Toby said, "not only is Zeus the hotel's general manager he's a licensed practicing adolescent psychologist. Mine actually."

"That's good, my wife and I are doctors specializing in the human reproductive system with a specialty in adolescents. But that is not how I know Justin."

"He's never had any problem cumming," Toby said and blushed.

Justin giggled but didn't emerge from under Zeus' arm.

"Justin's father and I went back a long ways, we were assigned each other as roommates freshman year at Stanford and stayed together through med school. We went our separate directions after school but kept in touch. He settled down in Yuma while we ended up in Longston, NJ."

"Longston? Know some people up there," Zeus said with a smile.

"Anyway about year and a half ago my old friend calls me up all upset and screaming how he'd just thrown his fucking faggot of a son out of the house with just the clothes on his back. So you know this was shortly after Yaz came out to us. I was stunned, shocked and yelled back at how could he do such a thing? When I told him about Yaz he said if I condoned such evil under my roof he didn't want anything to do with me any more and slammed the phone down."

"Dad how come we never visited them?" Yaz said.

"We did when you were both very young, too young to remember but you did play well together even with Justin being about a year older which is big at that age. After that careers and tastes got in the way."

Justin pulled out from Zeus enough so everybody could see his face.

"He had pictures of the two of you together and sort of saw you in Yaz but then today I just wanted to run."

"Why Justin?" Yaz said.

"Your Dad reminded me of mine and memories and thoughts weren't good. Worried how'd he feel if he recognized me," Justin said softly.

Yaz's mother got up and walked over to Justin and took him into her arms. He went slowly at first but in moments was crying on her shoulder. As he wept she looked at her husband and sons. Each in turned nodded to the unspoken question. Zeus nodded as well.

"Justin, I've got a question," she said.

He picked his head up and wiped his eyes and nose with back of his hand.

"What?" Justin said.

"We would like you to come live with us. Be our son."

"Be our brother," Yaz said.

"But wouldn't fit in at that fancy school, I was never a good student and too gay to hide it," Justin said.

"Things happened so quickly I never got to tell Yaz and Toby but they're not and you wouldn't be going to that school. You'll be going to Longston Academy which not only has a gay-straight group but has experience with boys like Toby and you with major gaps in formal education or even none at all."

"That's true, a couple of boys I know from Longston go there, one hadn't had any formal schooling and is doing great," Zeus said.

"What about my parents? Don't want them taking me back," Toby said.

"I'll call the judge up and set up a quick hearing giving your new parents full custody if that's what you want," Zeus said.

"Can you make it for both Toby and Justin?" Mr. Ramsey said.

"I got my emancipation papers two months ago so I'm free to go wherever I want," Justin said, "but making it legal sounds so sweet."

"Maybe make it adoption," Mrs. Ramsey said.

"I'll try, be sweet if it gets done before the party," Zeus said.

At three they walked into Judge Monroe's chambers and walked out fifteen minutes later with orders giving Dr. & Dr. Ramsey complete custody of both boys. Toby's father had put the brakes on the adoption of both boys.

"Toby," he'd said over the speakerphone, "Are you all right?"

"Yes Sir, I'm healthy physically and never been happier or more in love, felt more loved than I feel right now," Toby said.

"I deserve that last one and I know I made mistakes with you, mostly listening to your grandfather and mother about how to raise you and what to do with you after you were kicked out of school. We won't be that far apart after you move to Longston so if you want to see me or your brother at any point that can be arranged. No, that didn't come out right. I would like to see you and I think Audrey would too if you want to at any point."

"Thanks Sir," Toby said and wiped tears from his eyes, "Not now but maybe sometime."

"We'd have no objections Mr. Heinrich though I think I'd want to be along for the first visit," Mr. Ramsey said.

"No problem and I hope you all understand my thinking here about giving up my parental rights. My wife would do it in a second and if she or her father found out about this it would just be more harassment from them about how I brought a faggot son into the world. You see if I do what you ask you'd be eliminated from the trust funds and your future inheritance."

"I don't care about the money," Toby said.

"And we don't really need it," Mrs. Ramsey said.

"I understand that, and grateful but right now each of my sons stands to inherit a quarter of a billion dollars along with trust funds they can currently access for schooling or other important things totaling another twenty million or so each. And most of that inheritance comes due when your grandfather dies."

"Are you sure he hasn't cut Toby out already?" Judge Monroe asked.

"Positive, told him if he did I'd spread the word that he and his precious princess threw her oldest son out onto the street because he's gay," Mr. Heinrich laughed, "Old man was impressed not only did he promise not to, in writing no less, I got my first promotion at the bank since Audrey was born. So you see it's not a small amount of money here. It's enough to change all your lives for the better."

"He's right son, that kind of money invested badly would make sure you and Yaz and your kids and grandchildren would never have to work," Mr. Ramsey said.

"Or do the kind of work you want to regardless of how much you make from it," Mrs. Ramsey said.

"That sounds better, I liked earning my own money," Toby said.

"Me too," Justin added.

"Thanks father, I guess then Mom and Dad will just get complete custody of me," Toby said.

"Sounds like a plan," Mr. Heinrich said, "and if anybody challenges it let me know at once. Now Judge, Mr. Morgan is there anything I can do for the boys down there who helped my son and were his friends?"

"Well the Free Legal Clinic is looking to expand, add another lawyer," Judge Monroe said.

"Sounds good, get me their address and I'll send a check for a hundred thousand down and have them get hold of me and we'll set something up to make sure it keeps going."

"Thanks father, and we will meet sometime soon," Toby said.

"Great, love you, bye," his father said and disconnected before anybody could respond.

Justin broke the silence a few minutes later, "If Toby's not getting adopted I'm not sure if I do. Don't know if it's fair."

Toby grinned, "Bro shut up. Judge Monroe make my custody and his adoption official because we've got a party to get to."

"Yeah," Yaz said and kissed both boys on the cheek.

At ten after four Zeus took the mike in front of nearly a hundred boys and the room fell silent.

"Since you were invited there's been a change," he paused and felt the air rush out of the room, "No, it's not what you're afraid of."

"Then what?" a boy called from the back of the room as air began seeping in.

"Toby and Yaz are going back with a brother," Zeus said.

"Who?" Ethan shouted but knew in his heart.

"Let me introduce the newly minted Justin Ramsey coming in with his brothers Toby and Yaz and their parents Mr. & Mrs. Ramsey."

The crowd went nuts and swarmed the five. Each boy needed to touch the miracle if only for a moment.

Zeus finally called for quiet and handed Mr. Ramsey the mike.

"Wow, thanks for the warm welcome," he paused and adjusted his cock, "Very warm welcome."

The crowd roared with laughter.

"When my son came up with this idea I said yes because I knew no matter how much his mother and I loved him and supported him he was unhappy and feeling alone. Of course we were worried about what would happen, especially if he weren't successful or the boy didn't want to move. One thing we knew was he'd be welcomed by the boys of Peckertown. I want to thank you for helping Yaz and for being supportive friends to our two new sons Toby and Justin. Thank you and I believe it is now time to eat, drink and be merry."

A long cheer went up and then the feeding frenzy began.

When Mrs. Ramsey woke up the next morning a couple of things struck her at once. She and husband were naked in bed. The room smelled of sex. And there were about a dozen hot naked boys fast asleep on the other bed and floor. She realized she didn't't remember anything after they left the party, didn't really remember leaving the party for that matter.

She smiled at her sleeping husband and went back to sleep.

Down in 305 Yaz, Toby, Justin, Ethan and Zack were spooned together on the king sized bed. Yaz woke at the same time and loved the feeling of Toby's hair on his shoulders, nipple rings in his back and hard cock up his ass. He wondered briefly if his rents had enjoyed the sex with the boys as much as he had the love making with his brothers and friends.

He smiled, gently squeezed Toby's hand he held in his own and went back to sleep.

The Ramsey family left for the airport after lunch at Cody's with Ethan and Zack and went to sleep in Longston, NJ that night.

Hi, it's Marc Fogel again and don't ask me who finally kicked my butt to sit down and write for the first time since the wedding chapter. Don't think I could list all the names but you know darn well my spouse is at the top of the list. As a result there's some catching up mixed in with current events so just bear with me.

Believe it or not it has been over a year since Daniel and I got married and if it's possible we're even more in love than before. When you get married or even a commitment ceremony something magical happens. Daniel says it's because taking that step bonds you even closer together in ways that love doesn't always do.

Okay, I know some of you still want to know about our honeymoon. We spent our wedding night at Little Rock Suites Hotel at the airport and yes we consummated our marriage. In the morning we flew to Orlando and spent the week doing the theme parks before driving to South Beach for another week. We had a great time and while we think we were recognized both places nobody bothered us. It was a drag not being able to hold hands as we toured but it's a sacrifice we're used to making once we left the state.

Truth be told my Lion could easily pass for eighteen then, only two months or short of it anyway, but why take silly chances with the clear differences in our ages. What hurt were the comments I overheard about how cool it was that a dad and son that old could still hang out and have fun together.

His FATHER!!!!!!!!

And speaking of fatherhood Aaron and Jennifer announced at Sunday brunch this week that the next generation of Jorgenson will appear with the summer solstice.

Naturally cheers and congratulations rang through the house.

Naturally when it settled down Benjy turned to Daniel, "So when you having a baby?"

The spray of soda coming out of Roger's nose not only cracked everybody up but gave the two of us the time to look at each other, shrug and nod.

"We've talked about it to be honest," Daniel said, "But given everything we decided a newborn is out of the question. Then we were down at Wayne's and ran into Tim Johnson and his boyfriend sitting with Yoshi and Jeff. They waved us over so we joined them and I asked him what was new down at city hall."

"Oh good, new gossip," Francis said.

"Some of that, but what struck us is there's been a rash of underage boys being dropped off or coming here on the bus or train. Typically they've got a letter saying `fucking bastard can whore at ten or now for that matter. What you do with him till then I don't give a damn.'"

"Bad enough at ten but younger is worse. How young?" Elijah said.

"Most are nine and close to working age for some but also some five and six year olds. Right now the city and state are putting them up at one of the farms outside of town. They have house parents and even schooling. Yoshi and Jeff started talking about one five-year-old they were thinking about adopting," I said.

"We congratulated them and we started talking about it more. A couple days later Tim calls us up and says he and Pat are going over. Did we want to join them? I said yes without even asking Marc. The place is beautiful and the boys seem happy enough. We started talking to some of the boys. One five year old in particular we've done things with and we're thinking of asking him if he'd like to be our son," Daniel said and took my hand.

"So tell me about your boy?" Francis said.

"The boy's name is Jan. He's got shoulder length straight black hair, dimples and a great smile. From Savannah and all he knows is that one day his Dad took him to the bus station, gave him envelope with letter, forty dollars and a bus ticket. Told him to stay on bus until it got to Peckertown unless they made stop someplace he could get something to eat. Hugged Jan and put him on the bus and walked away without looking back," Daniel said.

"The state's rep picked him up at terminal and took him to farm?" Benjy said.

Daniel and I nodded.

I watched my in-laws slump back in their chairs.

"Better here and definitely better on the farm than working the streets someplace else. There's about thirty out there now and a new one every week or so," Daniel said.

"Their fathers should be hung by their balls till they rip off and mothers should have tubes ripped out," Jennifer said and we all stared at her.

We agreed of course but she was the last one I'd have expected to talk like that.

"Have we been helping the town and state?" Elijah said.

"Be real Dad, where do you think the old beds from the In-Boy-Inn went?" Daniel said.

"And why the new ones were needed so suddenly," Elijah said smiling.

"Yeah, and the old linens went with them along with some other excess furniture. We're also in the process of planning a fund raiser or two."

"When you bringing Jan around?" Kristen said.

"If it's ok with him and his house parents next Sunday and please don't invite anybody else. Think it's going to be scary enough," Daniel said.

"And we promise to dress like normal people," Roger said and stared at the Head Master of the Little Leather Club.

Benjy giggled and kissed his older boyfriend and bodyguard.

Yes Roger still works as his lover's bodyguard. Yes Benjy's fourteen now and bigger and stronger than Daniel was at the same age. Between the catering business and the S&M club Benjy's thriving and his creativity on both fronts has never been greater.

Then why a bodyguard? Because there are people around who confront him about what he and the other masters do to the slave boys and some threaten to get physical with him. Some just think because he's a top master he likes violence and wants to fight all the time. The youngest Jorgenson male can defend himself but Roger who is a muscular six feet [1.80 m] two hundred pounds [90 kg] is so much better at defusing the situation.

One way or another.

Tuesday we met Dr. Howard & Dr. Mindy Booth, the husband and wife team who run the farm, for dinner at Cody's.

"Thanks for inviting us, hope you don't think this is going to make a difference," Dr. Howard said.

Daniel laughed, "No, nor the other contributions Jorgenson Enterprises has made. It's something the family has always believed in even before the law changed."

"And your decision will have no effect on our helping in the future," I said and took a deep breath, "But we do want to move on to the next step in our relationship with Jan. We care deeply about him and want to take him in, adopt him if he wants."

Dr. Mindy took a drink of her zinfandel and asked why him.

I opened my mouth but Daniel shook his head.

"When we met him with some of the other boys at first he seemed just like any of the five year olds. Not that that's a bad thing. Then the second time I came out he came over to me by himself and before he even said `hi hi' I felt a connection with him, a commonality if that makes any sense. Like if I had sex with a girl at 13 or 14 he could be my son. It's a connection that I've felt grow stronger for Jan and me. A connection that means a lot to me. I hope that makes sense doctor."

I kissed my spouse gently on the cheek and turned to the doctors at the same moment Kyle brought our orders. He's become our regular waiter if he's working. In the last year he and Cliff have moved out of our house and into a small house of their own near where Tad and Keith live. Tad's still short for his age but they've all grown in so many ways.

We started eating but after a few bites I saw the doctors were looking at me. I swallowed and wiped my mouth with my napkin.

"I wasn't with Daniel on that visit but as soon as he got home I realized something had happened and instinctively knew it was Jan. Also, growing up I pictured myself as a father but not married even though my parents were happily married till my Dad died shortly after their fortieth anniversary. Even though I knew I was gay and a boy lover I considered marriage so I could become a father but knew it wouldn't be fair to either the woman or child."

"Can we stop there for a second," Dr. Howard said, "Is it safe to place a five-year-old with you?"

"Doctor, Marc would never," Daniel said but I put my hand on his arm.

"It's OK; to be honest I'd be disappointed if they hadn't asked. This isn't a choice I take lightly. First if you'd been here as long as I have, well over four years now, you'd know the Jorgenson family and I have insisted on strict and serious enforcement of both ages of consent. Secondly and more importantly when I say I'm a boy lover I do care for boys of all ages but I'm not sexually attracted to prepubescent boys. The idea of anybody having sex with a five, even seven year old is repugnant, after that if two boys in that age range want to have fun together in private I can understand, and I do mean private.

"Does that mean I will want to have sex with Jan when he gets to be, say fourteen?"

"My age when we met," Daniel said.

"I didn't think Marc picked it out of thin air," Dr. Mindy. said.

"I have never and would never force any boy to have sex with me, no matter how hot I thought he was."

"Besides," Daniel hooked his arm in mine, "He's got me."

"True, very true," I said.

"Very good, now back to why Jan?" Dr. Mindy said.

"First because of how my love feels about him, couldn't imagine not picking him. Not wanting him if he's that special. Secondly he's a smart and aware, far beyond what I imagined an eight or ten year old could be much less five."

"Third he's a little quieter than most of the other boys which for somebody your age is a plus," Dr. Howard. said.

I smiled and shook my head, "Not really that, more that he listens and follows better. Working with Daniel, Benjy and the other boys who work for Jorgenson Enterprises keeps me younger and spryer than most of my peers and I know some of them probably have grandkids Jan's age. Most importantly too is that he's taken a piece of my heart and filled a hole I didn't even know was there. Hole I still can't really describe. All I know is that I, that we want Jan to be our son and if that doesn't work we're not going to walk away from him like his parents did."

I took a long sip of my Ganymede Beer and prayed.

"You know Marc, fatherhood takes lots of energy so you'd better eat your dinner," Dr. Mindy. said.

I raised my head, opened my eyes and looked into her beautiful smile.

"Thank you, thank you," Daniel said with tears in his eyes.

The four of us decided it would be better for Daniel and me to wait to Thursday to talk to Jan and give the doctors today, Wednesday, to feel him out about how he feels about us and being adopted.

Zeus just finished telling us about the party Yaz and Toby threw for their friends before they left last Friday. It sounded great and the events leading up to it definitely left a positive energy throughout town and especially with the other whores.

It's funny but they prefer that word over "working boys" because they feel all the boys who work in town could be covered by that and don't want the visitors to think all the boys sell themselves. In fact in a recent survey only sixty percent of the boys consider themselves full time whores. Another twenty percent do it part time along with a regular job and the rest don't do it at all. The working boy population, which is 97% from out of state, now stands at 2,753 and is seventy-three percent of the population of Peckertown proper.

Many if not most of the working boys who were here when I arrived four and a half years ago have moved on. Some went to other places in Arkansas which focus on older teens and early twenties men as whores. Others left the state with their boyfriends to make new lives for themselves. Those who stayed now work in the various businesses in and around Peckertown.

Those facts combined in a really cool way last January. When the laws changed the first boys arriving were mostly street kids or from deep poverty families like Paulo with little or no education and the same amount of interest in getting one. The reopening of the school was our idea and was designed to teach basic skills.

As the years passed the demographics of the boys changed. Many were still street kids who decided to move down to someplace safer to work. Others are like Ethan, Zack and Toby who you met in `Yaz's Story.' Boys kicked out of their homes because they are gay. Yes I know its October 22, 2003 but I guarantee every day in this country at least one gay boy or lesbian girl is getting kicked out of their home because of it and their parents don't care if their ten or twenty.

During last years Christmas party they got to talking and at the next town council meeting they talked to us. You shouldn't be surprised that Ethan was their spokesman^Å

"Before we get to the agenda we'll have our usual time for public comments. I see a contingent of our young citizens. Welcome and if any of you have something to say please come forward," Mayor Jeffers said.

Ethan walked up dragging Zack behind him.

"Your honors," he started.

"We're not judges, nobody up here is going to yell or be mad at you so take a deep breath and relax," Councilman Daniel Jorgenson said.

"Thanks, my name is Ethan and I'm one of the whores here like my boyfriend Zack here and most of the others here. But there are a few who work in the stores and some of your properties Mr. Jorgenson. One thing we do have in common is we all go to Peckertown High. We appreciate all the hard work Mrs. Thorpe and the rest of the faculty do to give us a basic education and for a lot of the boys in town that's more than they ever had before."

"But it isn't enough?" Mayor Jeffers said.

"Not any more. You see a lot of the boys like myself who are coming here now have that education and spend more time in the advanced and vocational classes so we can get a job when our whoring days are done. But one thing is missing. When we finish the program we don't have a degree or certificate of any kind. We know getting the school certified for a regular high school diploma may be a bit much but how about a GED program so we at least have that?"

"That would be so cool," Daniel said, "That's a great idea. As most of my fellow councilmen know I don't have my high school degree. I was about your age when the law changed and the schools closed because no teacher wanted to be labeled a pedophile and so many families left town. And it would mean a lot to me to get even a GED. I move that we look into what it takes to get a GED program in place."

"One of these days you'll learn how to make a proper motion, but I second," Councilman Chamberlain said.

"No need for that, I've got the information you need and we can have a program in place by March and have our first graduates by June," Mrs. Thorpe said rising from her seat, "Some of my boys came and talked to me about it a couple weeks ago and I took the liberty before it came this far. It will cost the school about $5,000.00 to set the GED program up and then the ongoing expenses should be about $20,000 a year. Frankly I think it's an investment that will keep the brighter boys coming to Peckertown and we all know that has helped our community greatly."

"Thank you Mrs. Thorpe. Now Mr. Chamberlain will you please make the motion properly so I can second it?" Daniel said and everybody laughed.

Chamberlain did, Daniel did and it passed the first reading. Despite the need to be voted on and passed again at the next meeting Mrs. Thorpe was instructed to start preparations.

"And let me know when the first class is getting set up," Daniel said.

So now, if all goes well with Jan both of his fathers are high school graduates. OK, so I have a MBA in Accounting but my Lion could have had that too under different circumstances.

There was a message on our answering machine from Dr. Howard. when we got home asking us to be out at the farm by 9:00 AM. I called and left a message for Margaret at the office that we'd be late and out of touch except for emergencies.

We pulled in through the farm's front gates at 8:50 and this small figure darted up from the front steps and was at the driver's door before I'd turned off the engine.

"You, you, you really want to adopt me?" Jan said jumping up and down.

We managed to get out of the car and over to our jumping bean.

"Yes we do," Daniel said and was rewarded by a big hug.

After a couple moments he switched over to me and the hug reminded me of the hugs I got from my nephew Orin when he was that age.

"Oh, I'm supposed to take you to docs as soon as you get here," Jan said.

"Then you'd better lead the way son," I said.

The smile and joy on his face doubled when he heard me say son.

He raised his arms, "Carry me Dad."

I bent at the knees and lifted him easily. Jan wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed my cheek. A kiss I gladly returned, on his cheek.

The meeting with the doctors went smoothly and quickly. We agreed that he would continue going to school at the farm and stay after school till we picked him up after work. They offered to let him stay overnight if we were tied up on business.

"With my Mom?" Daniel said, "She'll be willing to baby sit whenever we need her, for another decade or so. And I guess she, Dad and the rest of the family will be able to pick you up once you meet them."

"How many brothers and sisters do you have?" Jan said.

"I have an older brother Aaron and his wife's name is Jennifer, a younger one named Benjy whose boyfriend is Roger and the youngest is my sister Kristen."

"Does she have a boy or girlfriend?" Jan asked.

"Not yet, she's only twelve and our parents think she's too young to start seriously dating. Her arguments about my dating at her age don't seem to make a difference."

I decided to ignore Benjy's age altogether.

"When do I go home with you?" Jan asked.

"Anything at the office we can't push off till tomorrow?" Daniel said and we pulled our PDAs out.

"I've got Kevin at 3 at the Inn and the apartment managers at 5," I said.

"I'm clear. Can you push them back or cancel?" Daniel said.

I opened my cell and called the office and told Margaret to clear both our schedules for the rest of the week and reschedule what had to be for Monday.

"You did that for me?" Jan said awestruck

"Sure did son, so let's go get your things and head on home," Daniel said.

There was a frown on his face that he didn't hide quickly enough.

"I think our son wants to do something first before we head out. A little show and tell first?" I said.

"If it's ok Dad," Jan whispered.

"Very OK, we'd love to meet your friends and teacher," Daniel said.

"Let me tell his teacher first, this is going to be a little disruptive to normal day," Dr. Mindy. said.

Ten minutes later we walked into a classroom and were greeted by fifteen cheering five year old boys. In seconds Jan was swarmed over and the others were around Daniel and me.

The teacher, Mr. Pearlman, tried regaining order but to no avail. I looked at Daniel, "Roar my love. Roar my Lion."

He smiled, shook his mane and roared his lion roar.

The room fell silent instantly.

"Again, do it again," one of the boys said.

"Only if you sit down at your desks and settle down," Mr. Pearlman said and glanced at Daniel who nodded.

All sixteen boys, including Jan, ran to their desks.

"My name is Daniel Jorgenson but my nickname is Lion as you may have guessed. This is my husband Marc Fogel and we are adopting Jan. He will still be your classmate and your friend."

One of the boys raised his hand.

"Yes Tommy?" Mr. Pearlman said.

"Will we be able to visit him at your house?"

I looked at Jan who was nodding and then at the doctors who nodded as well.

"It's very possible, probably not for a couple of weeks or so until Jan's settled into his new home but we will work something out."

"You promised Lion," another boy said.

Lion shook his mane and roared a long happy lion roar.

We hung around for another ten minutes and after Jan gave a bunch of high fives, and a big hug to Tommy we headed to his room and quickly packed his few clothes, toys and books and headed out.

Jan sat quietly in the backseat looking out the window as we made the drive back into town and home. We pulled into the driveway and he waited for me to open his car door before getting out. Insisting on carrying his bags it seemed he was going up the stairs to the big house instead of his new home.

When we got to the porch I picked him up and walked over to the couch and sat down with Daniel on the other side of Jan.

"What's wrong son?" I asked.

"Nothing Sir."

"Sir? What happened to Dad?"

"That was for the doctors and my friends, knew that's what you'd expect in front of others but not alone Sir."

"I don't understand Jan," Daniel said.

"A good son is quiet and obedient at home. Does his chores, homework and stays out of his parents' way. He eats his meals in the kitchen while the adults and girls eat in the dining room. When he goes out he acts like a happy loving boy, a boy whose parents love him. Did I pass the test Sir?"

I looked at Daniel and saw the shock on his face.

"Remember Cody and his family? What his parents put them through?"

Daniel nodded, "Same but different."

"I failed didn't I? I'll walk back," Jan said and pushed off my lap.

I grabbed him and had him back on my lap before he could take a step.

"No you didn't fail the test son. You passed your old parents' test without any problems," I paused knowing the next part was going to be very hard on Jan, "But those aren't our rules. We like being around the happy, active Jan. That's who we adopted, who we want to be with, come home to after school and work."

As expected I saw confusion mixed with fear and even distrust on his face and in his eyes.

Suddenly Daniel leaned around and licked Jan's cheek then started tickling him. Jan started bucking and giggling. His smile broke through again. Daniel kept tickling him until Jan gasped for breath and begged for him to stop.

"Old rules no more? Really?" he said when he caught his breath.

"Well, you do have to do your homework and keep your room clean," Daniel said.

"And there may be times we tell you not to come into our room or someplace else in the house," I said.

"Like when you're making love," Jan said and it was definitely not a question.

"Like then. Now are you ready to see your room, put your things away and then figure out what you want for lunch?"

"And after lunch we can go swimming," Daniel said.

"Too cold," Jan said.

"Heated and enclosed," Daniel said.

"No bathing suit," Jan said.

"That's right," I said.

It took a moment for Jan to get it and his smile got even bigger.

He slid off my lap again but I grabbed one bag and Daniel the others before he could and led him upstairs to the bedroom next door to ours. The one Orin and Bruce usually used. It's a little smaller than the other two guest rooms but has its own bathroom and figured closer was better for our new son.

New son, how great is that to say?

Friday morning we took Jan clothes shopping and believe it or not we started at Cliff's. Yes his designs are sexy and any place else I would say inappropriate for a five-year-old but this is Peckertown and Daniel and I felt it was important he dress like a normal Peckertown boy and a lot of residents brought their young sons to Cliff's for shorts and shirts.

Kyle was working the cash register before he had to go to work at Cody's so we introduced Jan to his new cousin. Kyle screamed in delight and Cliff ran over to see what was up and got introduced as well. Jan told him he liked his clothes which got a beaming smile in return along with a free package of Cliff's new line of boxer briefs designed to go with his trademark shorts.

After that we went to some more stores in the mall and got other things he needed and things he wanted as well. Did we spoil him? Hell yeah; but we also made it clear that this kind of shopping spree was the exception and not the rule.

We went to dinner at Cody's that night and Jan was surprised when Kyle turned up as our waiter. We'd just ordered when Yoshi, Jeff and Tommy walked in. Jan jumped out of his seat and ran over to his friend and hugged him.

"If you give me a minute guys I can arrange a table for six," Kyle said.

"Do it," Daniel and Jeff said together.

"You're adopting Tommy?" I asked.

"Yes," Yoshi said with a big smile, "The doctors came out and visited the compound a couple of times and met with everybody singly and as a group before agreeing. We had to agree to either bring along a caregiver or leave Tommy with somebody here when we go on tour.

"We'd prefer to take him but depends on how long tour is and school. Doctors said he could stay at the farm if we didn't take him with us," Jeff said.

Daniel looked at the two boys talking, "Or he could stay with us."

"Gentlemen, your new table is ready," Kyle said and he led us to the rear of the restaurant.

Cody and Justin came over to meet the kids and by the time they left I could see a look in both their eyes. They recently bought a new house a few blocks from us. Cody's brother Keith has taken over some of the administrative duties and would take more on if Kyle's steady customers were willing to let him be the captain. I keep telling them to do what's best for the business and if they make the move Kyle could give every customer a bit of his special attention along with training the waiters.

Sunday brunch came very quickly after that and I really believe it was a three-way photo finish as to who was more nervous as we got out of the car at my in-laws. We'd told our son he could wear whatever he felt most comfortable in but he insisted on shirt and slacks with regular shoes so we matched him.

As soon as the car doors closed behind us the front door burst open and Francis ran out followed by the rest of the family. Jan jumped into my arms so quickly I almost dropped him. Daniel stepped up and hugged his mother slowing everyone down.

"Hi Mom, Dad, everybody. Marc and I want you to meet our son, Jan."

"Say hi Jan," I said.

"Hi," Jan said without moving his head off my shoulder.

Francis walked up and touched his face with a couple of fingers. "I'm your new Grandma and you look just like your Daddy at your age. Except your hair may be a little longer."

"Roar," Jan said and everybody laughed.

"Can I hold you?" Francis said and Jan reached for her.

"Easy Mom, he's a little heavier than a newborn," I said.

"You know Marc, that's the first time you've ever called me that, and though you're a little old to be my child I like it."

I smiled and kissed her cheek, "Me too."

Francis carried him in and once everybody was seated told him who everybody was and their relationship to him.

"Benjy, you Benjy of Little Leather Club?" Jan asked.

Benjy looked at his older brother who nodded.

"Yes I am, it's one of the family's businesses and one of the two I run. How did you hear about it and me?"

"Daddy told me, not Marc or Lion but old Daddy as he drove me to bus station. Told me word was that it is a hard life for boy there but you take care of your boys so I should go there. They took me to farm before I could."

Benjy collapsed back into Roger with a look of total shock on his face. He really hadn't been any older when he found the magazine in the woods that led him to realize his true nature but the idea of a father suggesting it to his son was a shock to the youngest Jorgenson boy.

"Your old Daddy was right," Roger said after putting his arm around Benjy, "But you would have ended up at the farm anyway until you were adopted or legal and we usually don't take ten-year-olds in anyway. Think my love would use his whip magic on any man who wanted to torture a youngun like you anyway."

"Damn right," Benjy said.

"Glad you're my uncle and not my master anyway," Jan said.

He slipped off of Francis' lap and walked over to Benjy and after climbing up on the couch hugged Benjy and Roger.

"You know, if you need a babysitter give us a call," Roger said.

"Everybody's offering," Daniel said, "Yoshi and Jeff are willing to trade with their new son."

"My friend Tommy," Jan said.

"Also Cody and Justin, think Kyle and Cliff wouldn't mind giving it a shot and I can't wait till Zeus meets him. Of course I tell all of them that his Grandma will probably want most of the chances," I said.

"If not all," Grandpa Elija said and motioned Jan to come over.

When Jan arrived Elija rose and took his hand, "Now Grandson, it's time to stop yakking and start eating. How does that sound."

"Great Pop-Pop," Jan said.

That's it for now, especially since my son wants me to read him a bedtime story. I promise not to wait so long before the next chapter but you'll also be hearing more directly from the newer boys in town. Boys like Ethan and Zack who are making this their home as well as the place they work.
Take care.

Michael's Mother:

It cost me one thousand dollars to find my oldest son. It was my fault that he was not home in Chicago anyway. I should have stopped my worthless two timing husband but I was afraid of him. So I said nothing thinking he was better off being a faggot bitch to someone.

God was I wrong I knew how badly they were hurting him. That is why I started drinking to forget about it for a few hours a day. I was driving along route 65 heading southeast looking for a town called Peckertown. It was a two hour drive from the airport at Little Rock I looked over at my youngest son Marco who was my favorite of all my sons.

He had not said a word sense we left Chicago. I know he was still in shock over the other night and the death of his father. The next town I came to happened to be Peckertown I was wrong in thinking that this was going to be just a lot of boys standing on street corner selling themselves it was a real town with store and other types of businesses.

I stopped at a place called the Tasty Buns it looked to be a clean restaurant and I was right from the moment we walked in the door. The waiters were a shock but it was ok when our waiter took our order I was going to ask if he knew Michael.

"Hello, I am going to be your waiter my name is Christopher. The special today is turkey and gravy for three dollars," he said with a smile.

"Alright, we will take two of them and two ice teas. Oh do you happen to know my son Michael he moved here a couple mouths ago he would be in his mid thirties brown hair and blue eyes?" I watched this child turn ghostly white.

He did not say another word just left the table walked toward the kitchen at almost a run. A few minutes later a woman walks out of the kitchen looks our way before coming over to the table.

"Hello, I am Frances the owner Christopher said you were looking for Michael? May I ask why you are looking for him?"

Her voice sounded tired but it infuriated me that I was getting questioned.

"WELL, if it were any of your business I would tell you but it isn't so I won't," I said with a little more of a hiss then I intended. It was at the point we were playing stare down with each other. I had to admit this woman was good and was not backing down.

"Well I guess we don't know of any Michael in Peckertown or any where else for that matter?!!!"

I wanted to hit this woman or pull out my weapon but I had to admit again I have respect for this women. I relaxed knowing that if I kept this act up I could blow my chances of ever finding him.

"He is my brother and her son, we need to talk to him really bad madam," Marco said. It was the first thing he has said sense we left Chicago.

Francis looked at both of us before saying another word. I knew she was a mother also but she did not know me and was protecting Michael.

"I'll call out to his place and see if he wants to see you. But from what he has told my family and I don't count on him seeing you."

Her icy tone said she met what she was saying.

"Please if you call him and tell him we are here he will not want to see us. I made a lot of mistakes with my oldest son and he is very bitter over it. Please just tell me where he lives so I can go there and make my pleas to him in person??"

"Ok, where are you parked?"

"Right out front of the building." I looked at the front door I not sure why.

"Ok go down as far as the fire station turn left, it is at the end of the road there is a gate that you are going to have to talk to the intercom before entering," Francis said with a smile.

"Thank you so much Francis I owe you one," I said as I extended my hand to her. She shook it before we left the road to Michael's was long and winding.

"I pushed the button for the intercom it took a moment before someone answered.

"May I help you madam?" the voice on the other end said to me.

"Yes I am Michael's mother and I would like to speak to him. If you ask him he will tell you he has no mother so please let me in," there was a long pause before he said anything else.

"Alright, you and your son check out please come to the front door I will be waiting there for you," there was a click and the gates started to open. As I drove up the tree lined drive I seen one person dressed in black with what looked like an AK 47 plus three or four cameras.

Once the house came into view I was impressed. Before we could knock at the door it opened there stood a boy maybe thirteen or so, he looked like he could be a football player.

"Please come in both of you while I go tell Michael that you are here. If you will follow me to the study would you like anything to drink while you wait? My name is Andrew," he said while we sat down on the sofa next to each other. Both of us shook our heads no so he left us alone closing the door behind him. I knew me were being watched but I could not tell where in the room the cameras were. Jaggar:

I was unable to sleep after the long loving making session with Quentin. In the last mouth he's changed and I don't know what to do about it. He has come up missing where no one seems to know where he is. It was to the point I asked if he was whoring and he became VERY mad and said NO.

Last week Andrew and Shawn came to me and said that Quentin had what looked like whip makers all over his body. The night before was one of those times he disappeared. The next morning he said he fell asleep downstairs in the den.

I closed my eyes and next thing I knew there was someone in our room. I opened my eyes and saw Andrew as he neared the bed. He bent down as if he was going to kiss me.

"Michael, your brother Marco is downstairs as is your mother. They are in the study waiting for you," he said with a smile.

I looked at him thinking that he was kidding with me but I knew that he was not. I thought for a moment before answering him.

"I told you that my family is dead to me. Did you run a check to make sure who they are," I asked knowing that he would have done that before coming up to get me leaving them in the house alone.

"Yes, I did a background check as well as the airport check and called into town to see if anyone had dealt with them. All of it checks out so you need to get dressed and get your butt down to the study," Andrew laughed as he walked toward the door.

I picked up a pillow and threw it at him. I thought for a moment before getting out of bed, as to why the wicked witch of Chicago would be here. I got my naked body out of bed pulled on jeans and a shirt to go downstairs. I left Quentin sleeping knowing that mother would eat him alive if he came downstairs with me.

Shawn was sitting at the top of the stairs with headphones on with a laptop on his lap. He was getting the feed from the study he weapon was lying next to him. I was as proud of him as of the whole Team.

I stood outside of the study for a moment I looked up at Shawn who nodded yes. I opened the door waited for the tiger to attack me. Mother sat next to Marco with a tissue in her hand. Both of them stood as I entered the study. I had my earpiece on so I could hear everything The Team was saying to each other as well as what I was saying. I kept at open mike so everyone could hear what was happening behind closed doors.

"Hello Mother, hello Marco, May I ask how the hell did you find me here. I made sure that no one would find me here?" I wasn't mad but I was not letting my guard down either.

"I had to hire a private detective to find you here. I came to tell you that your father passed away Saturday night at home. I would like to you come back for the funeral and the reading of the will?"

Mother was beginning her Oscar winning show. I had seen it so many times I could jump in a play the part as well as she could. Mother had trained all of us very well.

"Before we go any further on this matter I need a drink. Mother I take it you are still drinking your martinis? Did you want anything to drink Marco even if you are only what fifteen?" I looked at both of them before I made them both drinks.

Before saying anything I sat down across from them putting their drinks on the coffee table.

"Twenty-five Michael and thanks for the drink," Marco said and drained his glass.

"So Mother, beside father passing away why the hell you are here. Do you think for one moment that I would go to that man's funeral? After what he did to me, for The Night raids as I called them. Mother, he would wait until you passed out each night come down the hallway to my room once inside he would lock the door walk over to my bed his dick would be hard he would force me to suck it to deep throat him," I could not go any further as a tear rolled down my cheek.

"How could you say that about your father, your lying he would never do something like that. God rest his soul!" Mother said but I could tell she knew it was a lie.

"Mother, I was seven when this started he made me wet the bed until I left home because it turned him on. The first time that he put it inside of me I wanted to die. I thought about it and I was only seven at the time. By the time it was my tenth birthday I tried to tell you what was going on and you hit me across the face and told father what I had said about him. Remember we left for awhile he told you that we were going to the store and stop at the restaurant because he forgot my gift?"

Mother was now crying as was Marco. I looked at both of them hoping this was as hard on them as it was for me.

"I remembering the two of you leaving and that you were gone for a long time."

"He got me in the car he pointed a weapon at me and said if I ever tried that again he would kill me. He made me suck him all the way to some warehouse where he took nude pictures of me then he had three teens fuck me mother while he made a movie. It was the first of many movies he made before he sold me. That night after everyone went to sleep he woke me up he was mad at Daman he told me to dress and to come with him. I was two days for being eleven. He made me kill Daman that night in an ally downtown Chicago. I have never forgotten that but it gets worse that was the same night he sold me I forget the guys name but both of you knew him. He used to come to the house," I was crying.

"Michael, I have to admit I knew it was happening to you. I knew when you started doing you own laundry that it was happening. I could hear you crying some nights so I would go get a bottle of liquor so I would pass out. I am so sorry but I couldn't stop him or at least I did not think I could. That is one thing about being Italian you learn to look the other way when you can't stop what he going on. Oh yah your father left you this envelope it is written on it to open it when you are alone," " she was crying so hard now I could not but feel sorry for her.

"I have now forgiven you but as far as us being a family again we are going to have to work on that. It isn't going to be something that happens overnight," I was glad that it was out in the open and she knew what happened.

"Michael, Kristen just called from the Tasty Buns there are two FBI agents there along with Whitey. They are trying to arrest Christopher saying he tapped into some computer in Washington DC.,"

"Tell Kristin that we are on our way. Please call a code red I will need everyone with me on this matter," I got up moving toward the door.

"Mother and Marco please make yourselves at home. I have an emergency to deal with I will be back as soon as I can.

"I take it that Quentin is not coming with us?" the look on Andrew face said everything. I knew what he was thinking. I was letting Quentin off again because he was my lover but that wasn't the case or at least only partially the truth.

I knew The Team didn't treat Quentin the same but when he came home with the whip maker all over his body they were more understanding. I also knew that the boys had followed him and asked around town if they knew what was going on. I didn't ask them about it in all hopes that he would tell me. I ran back upstairs to change.

As I dressed Andrew spoke into the headset. He was becoming a team leader along with Jeremy who I hadn't spent much time with in the three weeks he has been here. He was a kid that Whitey had called and asked if he could drop him off. I briefly looked at his report the night he arrived and been impressed.

"Truck one is outside with the motor running. Shawn is the only one that we are waiting on, he was taking a morning swim," There was a pulse I knew that Shawn must be talking to Andrew.

Within moment Shawn was running up the stairs dressing. He looked at me as if I was going to yell at him.

"Glad you could join us Shawn." I said with a smile. I was not mad nor did I mean anything bad by it. I ruffled his hair to lighten the air.

I got behind the wheel of the Suburban made sure everyone was buckled in before speeding down the drive. I knew what CD would be in the changer and track one would be Rolling Stones- Gimmie Shelter. I decided to run with the red light on which meant we'd be in town in about three minutes. I pulled up in front of the Tasty Buns and left the motor running as we all got out.

"Michael, what is going on these men won't tell me anymore then they are arresting Christopher?" yelled Whitey as he came out of the Tasty Buns, as he walked toward the Suburban. I looked at him wondering how I was going to handle this.

"Let me try talking to the two agents ok?" I walked toward the door wounding which agents were here and if I could deal with them or not.

"I heard steps behind me and knew that it had to be Daniel and Marc but it was also Elija.

"What's going on?" Daniel yelled as he neared.

I walked to the door knowing that everyone would take their place outside. The only person that followed me in was Andrew.

I walked in to find Smith and Wesson standing there with a blond boy sitting at one of the tables.

"Smith and Wesson, what is the call for this? Don't you know this is a small town and these boys will not run so put your DAMN weapons away!" I yelled at them. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Benji and Roger enter behind me.

"Michael it is good to see you but if I remember you are no longer on payroll so you can't tell us what to do," Wesson said in his smart ass tone.

"So ok let me make a phone call and we will see what happens," I dialed the number as if it were my own.

"Mr. President, I have agents Smith and Wesson here in Peckertown trying to arrest a child saying he broke into a computer. Would you please speak with them before I set Benji loose on them," I said with a laugh.

Wesson handed me back the phone it was at that point he seen Benji standing next to me.

"I think we need to talk this over someplace more private then here. Daniel and Marc would you please put some tables together at the catering office, upstairs will do also call Jake and have him whip up what he can for me," Benjy did not lose eye contact with my Wesson.

"Listen here punk freak, kids your age don't dress in all leather unless there is something wrong with them!" Wesson hissed staring at him.

Everyone watched to see what Benjy would do. If you were not staring at him you would have never seen the whip being unsnapped from his side.

"I may be a freak, but I do not hurt people with my words or actions. I have two reputable businesses here as do my family, who owns most of the town. We help a lot of people with jobs. Some of the working boys gave up the streets to work for us. As for my leather I am Head Master of the Little Leather Club," it was that moment that Benjy decided to show some of his whip action. He took Smith's hat off, turned cut a paper a man was holding in half turned again and snapped a glass in half without breaking it into small pieces. Once he stopped he handed the whip to Roger who rolled it back up.

We caravanned down to the Benjy's catering business. Once everyone was upstairs I looked at the boy for the first time. He looked kinda familiar to me.

"Please everyone sit down before everything gets cold," Jake said looking at Benjy.

"Ok Smith what is the story here today?" I asked as Smith looked at his paperwork in the folder. He handed me the folder I looked through it before saying anything else. When I got to Christopher mother name I about died. This child was no longer just some kid to me….

"Ok here the deal gentlemen, you are turning him over to me that I will close the case. If there is a problem with this Wesson you can talk to Benji and his whips," I said with a laugh. I signed the paperwork and Smith and Wesson left I put file into my briefcase. I was sitting drinking a cup of coffee thinking about everything that happened this morning when Benji walked over and sat down next to me.

"Michael, I hope you are not made at me?" Benjy asked.

"Benjy, I have no idea what you are talking about?" I watched the rest of the group stop at the door. The look on my guy's faces said they knew something they were not telling me about. When I looked at Marc and Daniel there faces said the same thing.

"I think we need to have a talk alone. Marc can you make sure The Team gets home ok or can Andrew drive now?"

"Andrew can drive now so he can take The Team back and I will call for a ride when I am finished here," I looked at the boys all of them hanging their heads.

We walked next door to The Little Leather Club, the place was empty but Roger was standing up on the stage looking up at the light rigging with a look of confusion on his face.

"Michael, please do not get mad at me I know I should have told you before now but I was hoping Quentin would have told you," Benjy said just above a whisper.

"Benjy I would never be mad at you, so what is going on?" I had an idea but I wanted Benjy to tell me himself. I looked into his eyes but all I saw was fear.

Roger walked over to where we were sitting. He looked at the two of us before he sat down.

"Love, did you tell him what happened with Quentin?" he kissed Benjy on the cheek.

"No, I have not worked up the nerve to yet. I just hope Michael doesn't get mad at me. I only did what I thought was right at the time that it was starting," Benjy now begin to cry.

"Oh HELL, I'll tell Michael what happened if he hits me I'm used to it. Quentin came to Benjy the other night and asked if he could be whipped until he bled. Well we don't do that type of show here anymore so Benjy told him no…"

"Roger, I can take it from here. Quentin wouldn't take no as an answer and told us both that if we didn't do it for him that he would find a john to do it to him. I knew that the two of you love each other so I broke and said that I would do it to him. Well he told us that he wanted it done on stage so everyone could see it so I called Marc and Daniel to get it cleared with them so the both came to make sure that is what Quentin wanted," Benjy began to cry again.

"I went into the office and called out to your place I talked to Shawn and then Andrew how told me that if it was what Quentin wanted then do it. But about twenty minutes later Andrew and Jeremy and Shawn showed up to make sure that it was what he wanted," he looked at me to see if he should continue.

"So let me get the straight, my Team knew about this as well as your people! So the only one that didn't know what was going on was me. The person that loves him and would do anything to protect him yet I am sitting here with egg on my face," I looked at both of them for a moment before I said anything else.

"Well for the midnight show I chained him up I worked on him for a long time biting his back and nipples hoping he gave me the stop sign but he didn't so before I started I walked around and looked into his eyes one last time and he told me to start. So I picked up a cat-o-nine and started hitting his ass and the back to both legs. They were both bright red by the time I stopped. So I picked up a 4 by 10 which means that it is four inches [10 cm] thick and ten feet [3 m] long…"

"Ok, I don't see that you did anything wrong so far," I knew that my voice was breaking because I was trying hard to hold back tears myself.

"Well I dropped the whip unbuttoned my leather pants and proceeded to stick my dick up his ass. I have a nine inch dick I didn't even care if I hurt him or not I just did it to him. I proceeded to rape him I started to bite his back I was all but ripping his dick off I was jacking him so hard. I not only cum inside him once I cum inside him twice before pulling it out," Benjy got up from the table walked over to the bar gabbed a bottle of Jack Daniel's and two glasses before coming back to the table.

"Michael, I have never seen Benjy act like he did the other night. He was like a monster like a father raping a child that just can't stop himself until he does damage to the child. I know I should have gone out on stage and stopped him but I was afraid he might turn on me," he reached over to hold Benjy's hand but Benjy pulled away.

"Michael, I wish I could tell you what happened but I was locked into the feeling on stage. I picked up another whip that will draw blood and proceeded to beat his back for forty-five minutes before turning to his front the only area I did not whip was his private area. I was horny again so I dropped the whip walked around to his backside stuck my dick back inside his and rode him hard three more times before pulling out. I then licked the blood off his back down to his ass where I sucked out as much of my, cum as I could. I have never done that to a slave before… Oh I just lied I did it to Paulo one night, but that is not all Quentin now wants to become a personal slave to me so I can do it to him all the time," a look of horror on both of their faces.

Oh my god, I thought knowing that Quentin and my stories were so much alike so I knew that he was slipping back into the past. Just thinking about what Benjy and Roger had just said I wanted them to do it to me also. It must be the Christmas holiday for him also.

"Michael the bad thing is I promised the other Slave Master's that I would never do a show like what happened the other night. I lost my mind as a master when I raped him repeatedly not to say that I didn't whip him to the point of death. I showed my other Master's that I could not control my feelings, my secret love for Quentin. I have let everyone down and disappointed and disgraced my family and lover. So when the other Master's arrive today I will be stepping down as head Master and leaving the profession all together," Benjy got up ran for the front door and disappeared.

"I have never seen Benjy like he was the other night. He was like a monster, the other Master's there were afraid to try and stop him. I think this has pushed him over the edge. I think that if he doesn't get help like right now he could end his life."

I watched Roger sit there and say that statement. If it had been me and Benjy just did what he did I would have been out the door right after him but he didn't do it.

"Roger, call Marc and have him call everyone else tell him we have a code RED and that it is Benjy but not to page it off on the pagers. You need to go to the house and see if Benjy is there. Is there any other place that he would go?" I got up and was moving toward the office area forgetting I had my cell phone.

"Michael, call Paulo and tell him what happened so he can be on the look out for him his phone number is on the list by the office phone. If he is going to go anywhere it will be to Paulo I just hope it isn't to late?"

I called Paulo and everyone else I could think of, I even called The Team and told them to have Quentin call Benjy's cell to see if he would answer and to talk to him.

Roger decided that he wanted to go home alone in case Benjy was there and had did something he wanted to be the one that finds him. I left The Little Leather Club walked down the street to Jorgenson's Office where Daniel and Marc worked to see if they knew where Benjy might away to when he was unset.

As I walked in the door Margaret looked at me did not say a word to me just yelled into the intercom for Daniel and Marc to get to her desk. Both of them from the sound of it ran down the hall to where I was standing.

"So what happened with Benjy?" Daniel asked as he neared.

I was not sure if Daniel and Marc were mad at me or not.

"He told me what had happened with Quentin that night and how he had promised the other Masters he would not ever do a show like that again. He was very upset at the time and he got up and ran out of the building saying that he was no longer a Master that he was quitting…" I watched as both Daniel and Marc got out there cell phones flipped them open.

"Roger and I called Paulo and everyone that we could think of to call to see if he was there or had contacted them. I'm sorry this happened Daniel and Marc I didn't know what happened that night until Benjy said he was sorry," I could no longer hold back the tears.

"We should be the one to be saying that to you being that we all knew what had happened and you did not. Marc I will call Benjy's cell then I will call Capitan Morgan give him a brief update and see if him calling Benjy will help," Daniel said.

I was so upset with myself at the moment I didn't know what to do. I just wanted to go home and get drunk. Having been down that path before I knew that if I started drinking this time I would not stop for anyone no one, even my boys, so I changed my thoughts to what Daniel was saying on the phone…

"Captain, its Daniel Jorgenson we have a big problem here," the look on Daniel's face was a smile.

"Sorry sir, the problem is Benjy. No he is ok well we think he is we had a friend of ours go to Benjy early this week and ask, Benjy to whip him half to death like his Master used to do to him every day until Christmas…"

I could hear this person yell…

"And did Benjy do this to this person???" yelled Captain Morgan. Daniel looked at Marc before answering the question. It was then that Elija walked in stood silently listening.

"Yes sir he did… He called Marc and I and also The Team. Marc and I went to make sure everything was ok it was one of the worst shows Benjy has ever did. I love my brother and while he was doing this he wasn't Benjy. Now today he told the lover and said that he was no longer a Master and ran out the door. Do you think you could find time to give his cell phone a call and talk to him?"

"WHAT THE HELL DO YOU MEAN HE DID IT ON STAGE?" Daniel holding the phone away from his ear, as Capitan Morgan yelled.

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN HE WAS NOT HIMSELF AND THAT HE WHIPPED THIS KID ALMOST TO DEATH DID ANYONE TRY TO STOP THE LITTLE SHIT??!!" Daniel looked at all of us before answering.

"Capitan Morgan, nobody could have stopped Benjy until he was done. I think he really needs help but I don't know if he will listen to any of us. The Jorgenson family would be grateful if you could call him," it was then that Elija reached for the phone.

"Daniel, for your family I would do anything," he had lowered his voice.

"Capitan Morgan, this is Elija Jorgenson. If you can find my son and talk to him I will be in debt to you," he said as a tear rolled down his cheek.

"No Elija, your family is part of mine and will do one better. After I hang up I will call the airport and will fly down there this afternoon. So in return you get to fix us Christmas dinner.

"Thanks Capitan, I will have Daniel and Marc pick you and your crew up at the airport. It is the least I can do for you and the help that you are giving Benjy," a look of fear crossed over Elija's face.

The yelling began again which I felt sorry for Elija.

"Elija, after I make contact with Benjy I will call you back."

Roger walked into the office looked at everyone but said nothing. I guess no news is good news when it comes to this. I was beginning to feel guiltier that this happened even if I had nothing to do with the events up till now. The office phone rang and everyone turned to look at Margaret.

"Marc or Daniel, it is Paulo on line one," she said with a smile.

Without saying a word both of them disappeared down the hall toward there offices. It was my turn to receive a call and when I looked at the caller ID I knew who it was. I walked down the hall toward the conference room closed the door behind me.

"Yes Quentin," I was not sure which direction this was going so I listened more then talked.

"Michael, Andrew just retuned home and said that Benjy told you everything. Please don't be mad at him it was me that went to him and begged- blackmailed him into doing it to me," he began crying.

"Quentin everything will be all right but right now we need to find Benjy, after he told me what happened he said he was no longer a Master and walked out," I was hoping that Quentin had a answer for me.

"Michael, I will call his cell phone other wise he will be at Paulo's that is where he goes when he wants to feel the whip. If that is the case they are in the basement and there is no phone down there. And if Benjy is there Paulo has told his staff to not interrupt what is going on. I don't know if there is any help but I hope so. Michael I just needed to feel the whip again because I forgot what it felt like," his crying became hard now.

I didn't know what to say so I just listened to him cry. I did understand what he was saying sense I have been here and seen Benjy's show. Maybe deep down I needed to feel the whip again also.

"Michael, I will come into town and help do what ever I can. I will have Andrew drive me in…" there was a silence and the dial tone so I disconnected. I stood in the middle of the room staring at my cell phone.

I thought for a moment why is this happening now it was so long ago that I walked away from the whip. I knew deep down that I should be in jail for murder after killing Master but what he put me thought was nothing to what I did for him. He was so drug induced at the time and when he asked me to free base the cocaine for him I did it like I had so many times in the past. I filled the syringe with the drug shoved it into his vain pulled it out filled it with air shoved it back into his arm pushing the plunger back in. Within moments he was dead I sat on the couch for a moment. I even remember every word I said to him.

"Well Sir, you can't hurt me any longer what you did to me was not what you did to a slave I could take the whipping and the other abuse. It was when you starting letting the dogs fuck me and the night you planned the party to fuck me to death. You thought that I was asleep but I wasn't…"

A knock at the door pulled me out of my thought as I stood there crying. Daniel opened the door looked in at me I could not stop and I knew it. He closed the door behind him stood in front of me I don't know why I let him hold me but I did. The feel of his young firm body I could even fell his hard-on which turned me on.

"Michael, I just wanted to let you know that Paulo has not seen Benjy or at least that is what he is telling me. I do believe him as to he was a Slave for many years for my family deep down he is like another brother to me. It is not your fault Michael we all knew what was going on we didn't stop Benjy that night not that we could have anyway," he stepped back looked at me for a moment before saying anything else.

If I didn't get out of the this room soon I was thinking about doing something or at least trying to do something to Daniel not that it would solve anything.

"Daniel, I would like to thank you for you kind words and for holding me but if you don't let go I may try something with you that is not needed right now," I looked deep into his eyes but didn't like what I seen.

"It ok Michael, you need me right now and I am not taking no as an answer," Daniel whispered.

I watched as in one moment he took his shirt off and had mine half unbuttoned. I was upset at what had already happened all I wanted for him to stop. I ran my fingers through his long black mane has he unbuttoned my pants out falls my hard cock, in which he sucked up all the way to my pubes hair. He brought me close to cumming several times then would back-off. I started to pull out of his mouth so I could unbutton his pants and see what Mr. Daniel Jorgensen was made of. Falling to my knees I unzipped his jeans to find he did not wear underwear either. An eight inch cock was already leaking pre-cum like a fire hose. As I sucked it in I began playing with his ass running my finger along his crack finding his hole I began to play with it.

The foreplay lasted for what seem like along time but I knew that it was only a few minutes. I wanted to fuck his ass and at this point I was not taking no as an answer. Pulling him to his feet kissing him, before he went over lay on the table with his legs up in the air as I entered him it was a feeling that I will never forget as long as I live. Within moments I was giving him my seed so I traded him places so he could have the same feeling of lust. He did not have to be asked if he would do it to me. His thin body moved with the grace of an angel in flight. I closed my eyes hopping that this would not stop but within moment at the rate that he was making love to me I knew that it would be finished. Shooting his seed deep into my body the moment before he fell on top on me I held him until a knock at the door brought us back to life…

Marc stuck his head in the door looked at both of us before entering. I could not move due to Daniel lay on top of me or I would have dove out of the window.

"Well did the two of you have a good time?" Marc said with a smile.

I did not know him that well to tell if he was mad or not.

"Captain Morgan just touched down and so did Samurai Inc. Your father asked if we would take one of the buses and go pick everyone up. Oh yeah, Michael I don't know if Daniel told you but we normally don't do that type of thing. I'm not mad at Daniel or you just surprised. But Daniel has to stop playing for now so we can pick up our guests," this time Marc smiled at us.

While we were getting dressed Marc watched both of us. I needed to ask Daniel something to the point of why did this happen.

Standing in the outer office was Whitey the sheriff who looked rather mad about something.

"I have had calls about Benjy he has purchased a bottle of liquor, a new kid in town was working the counter while he was slow getting Benjy change so Benjy threw a bottle at the kid. The kid is not hurt just shaken. And then the ambulance was out-bound and Benjy decided he was going to pass it running it off the road," Whitey answered his radio at the same moment the pagers went off.

"Whitey, I know Roger has their car so who's car is Benjy driving?" asked Daniel.

"Yours Daniel, I hate to admit it but that car of yours is very fast or I'm getting slow in my old age."

I was on call for the ambulance and so were Daniel and Margaret. We ran for the door Margaret drove to the ambulance barn. Daniel cell phone rang and what I got out of Daniels end of the call it was Paulo telling Daniel that Benjy had showed up there, he was ok but not doing well.

By the time we got to the scene the ambulance call was cancelled so we returned and Daniel took off for Paulo's. I stood with the door opened watching it snow it was the first time that I really seen the decorating Peckertown did all around town.

Andrew picked me up took me home. For the first few miles we traveled in silence.

"Michael, just to let you know your mother and brother have been at the house all day. She did some decorating for the holiday season," smiling at me. His hazel eyes sparkled when he was in a mood of mischief.

As we walked in the door the Christmas tree was in the foyer with gifts under like our home used to be. I smiled and it looked even better. The gifts were from the boys to each other. There were even some from Mother and my brother for me.

I walked over to the envelope mother gave me picked it up looked at it I decided that I would open it later.

I looked at the Santa near the top that Greg had given me the first time I went to the amusement park….

NOTE: The next chapter with start filling everyone on what The Team is really for plus you will find out what happens to Benjy and Quentin and why Christopher is special to me.

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