Chapter 13
A Crossman Life Begins

Like usual, Timmy waked me up, "Brian, it is time to wake up."

I peeked out at my clock and it said five fifteen. "Timmy, leave me alone; it is not even five-thirty yet."

Then in a flash, all my covers were pulled off. Tristen and Timmy were on me before I could even think. They were tickling me so much I could not catch my breath.

Tyler finally got them to stop, so I could breathe. "That's not fair, Tyler. You said that they could not tickle me before five-thirty."

"Brian, it is five-thirty and Timmy did tell you to wake up. Sounds like he gave you a chance to me."

I looked at my clock and it did say five-thirty. Maybe I fell back to sleep. Then I noticed that my clock was turned and not where it was when I looked at it. I gave Timmy an evil stare and asked, "What did you do, Timmy? Did you mess with my clock?"

Timmy tried to look surprised by my statement, but he was working too hard to hold in his laughter. "Who me?"

"Ok, I see how it is. I will get you for this, and you, and you," I said, pointing at Tyler and Tristen. Then I left the room, not because I was mad, but because I need to pee so bad my teeth were floating, as my dad used to say.

Timmy followed me to the bathroom and asked, "Are you mad at me? I was just joking around with you." He looked really worried.

"No, I am not mad. You do understand, though, that I will get you back, and it will be evil," I said, rubbing my hands together and crossing my eyes.

Timmy was laughing so hard that he missed the toilet. "Well, the first part of my revenge is done. See you after you clean up your mess," I said, laughing all the way to the CCR.

Tyler was there waiting for me. Before I got up on the table, I walked up to him and asked him to kneel down. When he did, I hugged him and kissed him.

"You know I am really sorry about yesterday. I am sorry your dad will be upset with you about what I did. No matter what anyone else says, you are my hero." I hugged him again and climbed on the table.

He quickly removed my cunt plug before I could react. It hurt, but not that much. He washed me out, then it was back to our room, making our beds, down the stairs, dressed, and off to breakfast. The rest of the morning went by fast. I love my classes so much that I am not watching the clock anymore; I even loved gym.

I was greeted at the dining room like always by Timmy. He was talking and laughing with Owen. I am so happy that we all are friends. We walked into the dining room and off to our lines. I was not very hungry today. I am nervous about my appointment tonight with Mr. Price. He reminded me of it during our inspection. So, I only had a fruit bowl, chocolate milk, and my golden water.

Lunch was fun. Brad was Varsity football last year and Brendon is Junior Varsity football this year. Tyler was making fun of them.

"Oh, big tough football players. I don't know how you move with all that equipment on. Now swimming and diving, that is how it is done. Nothing but a speedo, and the hope that it won't fall off during a dive."

Everyone was laughing and having a good time until Brad's phone buzzed. Brad is the only one on the whole campus besides the Headmaster and the Doctor that are allowed to have a cell phone on them. Brad looked at his phone and then at me. He typed something on his phone and put it away.

"Brian, are you done?"

"I guess so, why."

"Your family is online to talk to you."

"Really!!!!" I guess I said it loud enough to catch the attention of others.

"Yep, let's go."

I was so excited I almost fell flat on my face getting out of my chair. I followed Brad but stopped short.

"Brad."

He turned, looked at me, and asked, "What's wrong Brian?"

"Do you think it would be ok if Owen came with me?"

"I don't know, Brian, this is your family time. Are you sure that you want to share it?"

"I am sure, please, Brad. This is really important to me."

"Ok, no issues with me."

Owen was sitting next to Bobby when he saw me come up, "Owen, are you finished lunch yet?"

"Almost; why?"

"My family is calling, and I want you to come with me if you want to."

Owen's eyes got real big, "You mean it; you want me to see your family."

"If you want to."

He shoved the rest of his sandwich in his mouth and ran around the table to meet me. We walked to the Headmaster's office. As we were entering the computer room, Owen stopped.

"What's wrong?"

He was looking nervous and asked, "What if they don't like me? I am not sure I could handle that."

"Don't be stupid. I told them all about you last time, so I know they will love you."

He looked at his wrist, "Do they know about this."

"Yes, I told them last time about Kyle and how mean he was to you. They don't know I beat him up, so please don't tell them."

I pushed him into the room, and we sat on the chair together. Brad pushed the button and the screen lit up. There in the center was Donny smiling at me.

"Hey little brother, who is that with you?"

"Hi Donny, I miss you so much. This is one of my best friends. This is Owen and he is our honorary brother. Owen, this is our big brother Donny. He is the best big brother ever."

"Well, hello Owen, I am happy to meet you. What is this about being our honorary brother?" I started to answer, but Donny cut me off. "Excuse me, Brian, but I was talking to my new little brother."

Owen was totally surprised by what Donny just said, "Well, Owen, our big brother just asked you a question. You have to answer, or he will have you tickled to death. He knows people." I laughed.

That got a laugh out of him and he went into the whole thing. He told him how he felt so alone that he tried to kill himself. He told him how I wanted to be his friend even with the scars (He showed him the scars) and how I knighted him Owen of Burke's house at the park. That got Donny laughing, and I could hear my parents laughing in the background.

Donny said, "Well, Owen, it sounds like I have a new little brother. Welcome to the family Burke, Sir Owen."

Over the next fifteen minutes, Owen met my whole family and went on to tell them almost everything since the day we met. He told them about how I was his friend even though he tried to hurt himself and how we were in drama together. He even told them about doing the song up on stage.

My whole family was shocked to hear that. "Wait a minute. Owen, are you telling me that my little brother, who would not take his nose out of a book long enough to make friends at our old school, now, not only has friends but might be in a play also?"

"Yep, he will be in the play. However, your new little brother will be getting the lead." Owen said with his chest puffed out.

"Oh, no," I said in a fake panic, "I have to go get the Doctor because Owen is hallucinating. Come back to the real-world, Owen," I said, shaking him.

We both broke down laughing. "Owen, it was wonderful to meet you. You need to know that we are huggers, so when we get back, you will most likely be hugged to death."

He looked at Donny and said shyly, "Then please hurry back. Also, Brian misses you so much."

"Owen, would it be ok if we talked with Brian for a little bit?"

Owen got up and said, "Of course, I have to get to class anyway. It was wonderful meeting you all."

Everyone said goodbye and Owen left the room. My dad came into view with Donny and said, "Brian, I am so proud of you. That was a lot to take on for a boy who never had friends before. Owen was lost and living in darkness. You put his needs before your own and were there for him. I can't believe you are the same little boy I left just a few weeks ago. You have figured out how to be a true friend, and I will say it again, I am so proud of you."

Hearing my dad say that was amazing. My dad always told me he was proud of me, but I never really felt like I deserved it. This time though, I felt the pride and almost cried but didn't.

"I was not sure about doing it at first, then Tyler told me that as a Crossman, I needed to be there for others. Hey, why did you call today? I thought it would be a while before I heard from you again."

"We came into town for some supplies. It will be a while before we get back again, so we wanted to make sure that we talked to you today."

"I am so happy to see you all. I miss you so much and want to hug you all so badly."

"I miss you so much, too, little bro. Until today, I worried about you a lot. Seeing Owen with you makes me so happy, and he seems like a great guy," Donny said.

"He is, and next time I am going to try to bring Timmy for you to meet."

"I look forward to meeting him. Is he also going to be my little brother as well?"

"Probably, although he has two older brothers, you should prepare for another one. He is also my super best friend. I am not sure how I would have handled everything here without him. So, tell me, how are you guys doing there? Most importantly, have you found my friend the cockroach?" I asked with a giggle.

"No, I have not found him yet, but I am looking. If I do, I will try to get him a passport and send him to you." Donny said it with a laugh and I heard my parents laughing in the background.

"Tell me about the people, have you helped the peasants find the word of god?

"No, we are not here to preach god as much as help the refugees survive. It is hard here; there is a family here that we have been helping. The father was killed, and the mother and two sons live in the village we are staying in. I guess that family makes me the saddest."

"Why, because they lost their daddy?"

"Well, there is that, but the boys are very close to the same age we are. They are very tight and love each other so much; it makes me miss you that much more. I know I am being selfish by saying this, but now I wish you would have come with us. I knew that I would miss you; I just didn't think it would be this much."

"I miss you so much too. If you need me to come there, I will."

"Not a chance Brian. You are truly happy where you are, and there is nothing that would make me sadder than to take that away from you."

I talked with Donny for another few minutes and then another ten with my parents. When the call ended, I felt drained and so sad. There was a knock on the door and Tyler walked in.

"What are you doing here? Don't you have a class?"

"Yes, I do, but after what happened on your last call, I thought I better be here. Are you ok?"

"I guess so. I am not as sad as I was last time. Even though I had all of you around me, I still felt very alone. With everything that has happened this week, I feel like I am where I was meant to be. I miss them very much, but I am ok, I think."

"You sure?"

Yea, but I could use…"

"What do you need, buddy?"

"Would it be ok if I hugged you for a little bit?"

He smiled and said, "You know you can. We have ten minutes till the bell."

He sat in the chair and I climbed up into his lap, facing him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my head on his left shoulder. I saw Brad open the door, look in, smile, and close the door again. I miss Donny, but sitting here being held by Tyler, I really feel safe and loved. The bell rang and we left the office.

I found Timmy outside my math class, holding my backpack. "You forgot this at lunch, bonehead." He said with a smile."

"Thank you, Timmy; I hadn't even realized I forgot it."

"Are you ok?"

"Yea, Tyler helped me at the end, so no nervous breakdown this time."

"Good, I was a little worried. You are so lucky to have such a great and caring friend like me."

"Yes, I know how lucky I am. Next time I talk with my family, you will come with me so they can meet you. I told them all about you, and they want to meet you anyway," I said, giggling.

"What a funny guy you are. Maybe I won't go, and they can just think I am your imaginary friend." He laughed. "I have to get to class; see you at dinner."

My last three classes were fun. I even got to run lines on stage with Owen. Another boy named Luke did his 'Ya Got Trouble' song and messed it up, but he has an amazing singing voice.

At dinner, I had half of a cheeseburger, water, and golden water. My stomach was tied up in knots, worrying about Mr. Price mounting me. After dinner, I went back to the house and got cleaned up and out. I was assigned room twenty-seven – walking down the steps was hard. My knees were shaking, and I felt a panic attack coming on. I stopped, sat down on the steps, and just tried to breathe.

A boy sat down next to me, "Hi, my name is Bill. I can see that you are a little worried about your appointment. Anything I can do to help?"

I turned to look at him. I think he was twelve, not much taller than me, big blue eyes, huge pointy nipples that looked weird on his small frame, and sandy blond hair. I am pretty sure that he is in my English class.

"I'm Brian…I am…just having…a…problem cat…catching my breath."

"Oh, is that all?" He took both my hands in his and said, "Look at my eyes Brian."

I did as he said. His eyes are this incredible blue with a dark black outline around the blue.

"That's it. Just look in my eyes and try to slow your breathing." I think looking into his eyes helped me forget what I was panicked about. "There you go, you got it Brian, good job."

My breathing went back to normal and I asked, "How did you know how to do that?"

"I used to get them so bad that I would pass out. That is always the way my dad did it with me."

"Do you still have them?"

"Sometimes, but not too often now. My dad says that people panic because of fear of the unknown. I know most of what is coming, so I am not afraid too much anymore. I did have one a few weeks ago when my daddy caged me." I looked down and it was one of the metal ones that went inside.

"I would have panicked too if someone stuck something inside my dick."

"What is funny is that it doesn't hurt. When it first goes in, the small bit of pain is from the stretch, and that goes away fast. I think we better get to where we are supposed to be, or we will get into trouble."

He stood up and held out a hand to me. I took it and he pulled me up. Then he totally surprised me by leaning in and kissing me on the lips. I kissed him back and when it was over, we went our separate ways.

I liked the kiss and would have liked it to go on longer. I thought he was very handsome, so I didn't understand why he would want to kiss me or why I felt the way I was feeling about it. I didn't want to have sex with him or anything like that, but I do like him.

I got to room twenty-seven and knocked on the door. "Come."

I walked into the room and started panicking again. What I saw was this mountain of a black man with all these muscles, and then hanging down was the biggest cock I have ever seen. It was at least nine inches long and very thick.

I guess he saw me panicking because he said, "Brian, come here."

It was hard to walk and when I got in front of him, I started to get into display position. Before I could, he picked me up and sat down with me on his lap.

"Brian, I brought you here to mount you. However, if you are not ready, then that is ok too. We have two hours before you have to go back upstairs and get ready to go for your weekend with the Walters. What do you say we just talk for a bit?"

I felt my breathing slow and I relaxed a little. "I am sorry to be such a baby, Sir."

"Well, Brian, you are a baby still. You have gone through a lot this week and are still learning. You have only been mounted twice and my cock is scary for a boy like you. I am upset, though, not about the mounting, but about the panic attack you had the first day in my class. I never meant to scare you and am disappointed that you never came to me to talk to me about it."

"I'm sorry, Sir, I was very scared of you and never thought to talk to you about it. I am not very good at dealing with things that scare me."

"Are you still afraid of me?"

"Right now, I am, Sir," Looking down at the huge cock that would be going inside me.

"Why? Aside from this…" He said, holding his cock. "What about me that scares you?"

"Well, I guess it is because you are a gym teacher. I have never been good at gym and got bullied a lot at my old school, mostly in gym. So that, mixed with the fear of you mounting me, caused me to have a panic attack. What surprised me was how you made it fair for every boy in the class.

"You picked the teams, so no boy got chosen last. I liked it the most because there were two teams and one team won and one team lost. You made sure we all shook hands and left the gym, remembering we had fun.

"My team lost, but the way you congratulated the winning team and still told my team how proud you were of the way we played really surprised me. My old gym teacher would have just called us losers. I knew then that I liked you."

"Thanks, Brian, that means a lot to me. I don't like the way some places reward the losing team for just being there. Children need to realize that there are winners and losers in life, but making the losers feel bad is just stupid. You can feel bad about losing, and you will because that is human nature. However, for a coach or parent to make it more than 'You tried your best, what could you have done differently?' is just cruel and unnecessary."

I couldn't help myself. I wrapped my hands around his neck and just hugged him. We stayed like that for a few minutes when he pulled back and kissed me on the lips. I felt his tongue rub my lips and opened my mouth. At the same time, I felt him rubbing lube on my cunt and pushing his finger inside. He moved it in and out a bunch of times; then I felt him pull his finger out and push two fingers back in. It was a little uncomfortable, but nothing that I would try to stop or stop the kissing.

I loved the way he kissed. Tyler was a good kisser, but Mr. Price had him beat. I can't say he was better than Bill, just different. While Bill was sweet and gentle, Mr. Price was dominant yet nice. In my short time here, I have found that the men who take control are the ones I am most attracted to. Mr. Price pulled his fingers out of my cunt and his tongue out of my mouth.

"I hope you will relax enough to let me mount you, but in the meantime, why don't you show me if that sweet mouth of yours works as well on a cock as it does on a tongue."

I looked at him and said, "You know, if you told me to get into the mounting position, I would have to."

"Yes Brian, I know that. However, it is going to hurt – we both know that. I am not a man that wants to force myself on you. There will be a time when I won't ask, but this first time has to be your decision."

I crawled off his lap and dropped to my knees in front of him. I looked up and waited for permission. He nodded his head, and I took my ten breaths and went to town. I licked up one side of that big cock and down the other. When I was done with that, I was all over his balls, sucking them and licking them while he moaned. Then back to his cock where I licked the pre off. I tried to get him into my throat, but he was just too big. The whole time I was servicing him, I was going back and forth in my head about him mounting me. I knew the pain was going to be bad, but I also knew that most of the men would not ask me – they would tell me.

I made my decision. I took his cock out of my mouth, got on the bed in the mounting position, and waited. I heard Mr. Price stand up and lay on the bed next to me.

"Brian, I am very honored that you are offering your cunt to me, but make sure that you are ready for this. Once I start, I will not stop until I have bred you."

"I understand Sir. I am very scared, but I know you want my cunt and I want you to have it."

He smiled and said, "You are an amazing boy Brian, and I am very proud of you."

He got off the bed and went between my legs. I felt him insert the lube thing into my cunt and squeeze. Then he pulled it out and squirted a bunch around my hole. I heard the sound of him lubing up his cock with a lot of lube and then the sound of the lid snapping closed.

The next thing I felt was his cock at the entrance to my cunt. He put his hand on my hip, getting a good grip. "Here we go, boy. Push out like you are about to take the biggest poop you have ever taken."

I did and he pushed forward. When his cock head entered me, I bit down on the pillow and screamed so hard I thought my head would explode, then everything went black.

I woke to find that he had over half of his cock inside me. "I hated to do that while you were out, but I wanted to get as much in you as I could before you woke up."

I felt like he was ripping me apart. He picked me up with his cock still inside and repositioned me on the bed. This time my legs were stretched out and I was flat on the mattress. "There we are buddy; now we can really make things happen."

He pushed further into me, but only a little. Then he pulled out until only the head was in and pushed back in. The pain was incredible, and I was not sure how much I could take.

"Just relax and feel the way it is rubbing your pleasure button."

He reached under me and grabbed my nipples and pinched them hard. Then he would release them and pinch them again. On top of that, he was lying on my back, kissing, nibbling, and licking my ears. After a few minutes, I was moaning and lost in all of these new feelings and sensations.

My cunt still hurt, but I guess with everything he was doing, my cunt relaxed, and he was going to town. Even through all the pain, I could feel the tingling starting. A few minutes later, my body was shaking, and this scream came out of me that surprised even me. I felt Mr. Price tense up and then the warm feeling in my cunt told me he had cum. We laid there for a while, recovering with him still inside me. I felt him going soft, but even soft, he was still big. He pulled out and rolled over onto his back.

I turned around, knowing that I was required to clean him. I kept my eyes closed, not wanting to see all the blood on his cock. However, curiosity got the better of me and I opened my eyes. All I saw was his cum and lube on his cock–I was so relieved. I went to town licking his cock clean and enjoying the taste of cum and berry flavored lube.He reached over and grabbed a cunt plug and pushed it in.

Looking at me he said, "Are you, alright sweetheart? When you passed out, I was going to stop but knew you would not have wanted me to. Not after the pain of me going in."

"No, maybe at the time, I would have wanted you to, but I am glad you didn't. That was so awesome!"

He laughed and said, "Why don't you head upstairs, get a shower and relax for a bit until it is time for you to leave."

"Are you sure, Sir? I can stay for a bit if you want."

"I do want, but this was rough on you. You have a big weekend ahead of you and I am sure that I will see you this weekend as well. We will also spend more time together in the future. Head out now, Brian, and know that I had a wonderful time getting to know you."

"Yes Sir, and I had a wonderful time too. Once I woke up."

I giggled and left. That is when it hit me; what did he mean he would see me this weekend? When I got back to my room, Tyler was the only one there and a suitcase was on my bed.

"Where are Timmy and Tristen?"

"They are already gone. Neither had an appointment tonight. You would not have had one either, but Mr. Price had already scheduled it before you were invited to the Walters for the weekend."

"Oh, whose suitcase is this?" I asked, pointing to the one on my bed.

"It is Timmy's; yours was too big for what you will need for the weekend. Let's get you showered and cleaned up. It looks like you had a rough time tonight."

"He was so big that I passed out."

"I can't believe he mounted you. He is big and you are still new; that was not cool."

"He was not going to do it. He wanted to but said that if I didn't want to, he would not make me. After spending some time with him, I decided I wanted to. You will never guess what happened, Tyler." I was so excited to tell him.

"Well, what happened? You are real excited about it."

"After I woke up, he started doing all kinds of things to my neck and ears. Then going in and out. Oh, also pinching my nipples." I giggled. "Then I got the tingles all through my body. It was awesome!"

"Was that the first orgasm you have had?"

"No, I had one with the Headmaster and the Doctor during my physical."

"That is great buddy; I am so happy for you. However, we need to get a move on."

We left the room and went to the shower room. Tyler washed my hair and my butt to make sure that I was clean. Then we went to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

"Hey, aren't you going home this weekend?"

"Yes, I have to face my dad. I needed to stay long enough to make sure you got off ok."

Looking at the ground and feeling tears form in my eyes, "Oh, I forgot, I am so sorry, Tyler."

"Brian, I have already forgiven you. Come on, let's get back to the room and get you packed."

We went back to the room and he showed me how to pack for a weekend. Once that was done, we chose the clothes that I would wear out of the building. We chose a pullover hoody, jeans, socks, and my white Nike's I came in with. "Should I take underwear?"

He laughed, "Why would you do that? You are a Crossman now, and Cboys don't wear underwear. Heck, most men don't even wear them."

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Ok."

We went to the first floor, where Tyler and I both dressed in our outside clothes, as he called them. We headed to the gate with Tyler carrying his backpack and me pulling Timmy's suitcase on wheels. We talked about this and that on the way and saw many Cboys heading out. Tyler said that we are usually the last house to exit on the weekends because of appointments. One thing I noticed about the Cboys is that they always looked happy.

As we neared the gate, I saw Mr. and Mrs. Walters waiting there for me. I was so excited that I ran over to them, screaming, "Mr. Walters!!! Mr. Walters!!!" He stood there with his arms spread wide. When I got to him, I jumped up into his arms and hugged him tightly. "I missed you so much!"

"I missed you to buddy; my class is not fun anymore without you."

I giggled, "Don't be silly. I never did anything in your class to make it fun."

He got this look of surprise on his face, "Are you kidding me? As a teacher, I never had a student that gave me a mystery to solve. I knew you were smart but never knew how smart you were until I solved the mystery of how the smartest kid in my class was getting C's."

I giggled again as he put me down. Smiling and looking at him out of the corner of my eye, I said, "Must have been the awesome math teacher I had."

"I wish I could take credit, but after some more checking, I found out that you did the same thing last year."

"Who me? You must have me mistaken with another boy." I said, laughing and avoiding a swat on my butt. Then I looked at Mrs. Walters and hugged her, "Thank you for inviting me this weekend."

She smiled and said, "You are most welcome. We are excited to have you stay with us."

I saw Tyler still standing there. "Mr. and Mrs. Walters, do you know Tyler? He is my amazing big brother."

"Yes, we know Tyler. We were at his first mounting and his caging. It is nice to see you, Tyler; I am glad you turned out to be Brian's big brother."

"Yea, I got stuck with him and man, is he a lot of work."

"What are you talking about? I am the best little brother in the whole school," I said, pretending to be shocked by what he said.

"Sure, you are, buddy. It's your story; tell it any way you want to," He said, laughing. Then he messed up the hair he just finished combing and left.

Mr. Walters grabbed my suitcase, "Let's get out of here."

We walked out to this cool Jeep Wrangler. It was lifted, had big tires, painted a beautiful blue color, with lights on the roof, a roll bar, and a winch on the front, and it had a soft top on it.

"Do you take the top off and drive it around?"

"Yes, we do. It would be off now, but it is a little chilly tonight."

We climbed in and he made sure I had on my seat belt and it was secure. Then he and Mrs. Walters climbed in and we took off. "Do you think… Never mind."

"What's up Brian? Don't be afraid to ask us anything."

"Well, I had an appointment with Mr. Price tonight. I was real nervous about it all day, so I only ate a little bit at lunch and hardly any dinner. I meant to grab something from the kitchen at the house, but I was so excited I forgot. Do you think when we get to your house, I could have a sandwich or something?"

"Here is the problem, we don't eat at home much during the week that is not a frozen dinner."

"That's ok; I can wait until tomorrow."

"What I was going to say is how about we stop and get something. There is a Waffle House a few miles up the road."

"That's ok, Sir; I don't want you to have to buy dinner. I can wait till tomorrow."

Mrs. Walters laughed, "Good, it's settled then. Waffle House it is."

I was feeling a little guilty for asking; I could have waited till morning. I was hungry, though. We got to the restaurant and went inside. We found a table and he put a menu in front of me. The least expensive thing on the menu was an egg for three dollars and thirty-two cents. "What are you having Brian?"

I pointed to the one egg on the menu. "Good choice." I felt relieved that I was not being greedy. When the waitress asked for our order, Mr. Walters said, "Let's have three orders of the All-Star Special with hash browns, scrambled eggs, wheat toast, how about two waffles, one chocolate chip, and one blueberry."

"Anything to drink?"

"Yes, how about two sweet teas and a chocolate milk."

"I will get that out as quick as I can."

I was looking at my hands when Mr. Walters touched my back and asked, "What's wrong, buddy."

"I didn't mean for you to spend that much money on me. I am sorry for being such a pain right off."

Mrs. Walters reached across the table and grabbed my hands in hers. "Brian, you are not being a pain. Did you think we would not feed you while you were with us? We were worried because we both worked late and by the time we got home, we didn't have time to eat. We figured you would have eaten, and we would have felt bad that you would be watching us eat. This worked out great, we both like it here, and I get to share the table with two handsome guys. I am in heaven."

"Really, you're not mad at me?"

Mr. Walters rubbed my head, messing up my hair more than it was. I wish I knew why adults keep doing that. He turned my head, so I was facing him.

"Brian, there are certain things that we knew we were going to have to do if you decided to stay with us. Feeding you was right on the top of the list. Just do me a favor, will ya, relax and enjoy your weekend with us. We have a lot going on this weekend. There is a Bar B Q tomorrow night, and I am sure that there will be other Cboys that you know there."

Mrs. Walters added, "Before the BBQ, we are going to go four-wheeling and then have lunch in town and catch a movie if you want."

"Wow, we really get to go four-wheeling; I always wanted to do that." I was so excited that I could not sit still. They both laughed at my excitement. We talked about the upcoming show, but she would not tell me who would have the lead part. We got our drinks and the food followed shortly after. It was good, so good.

"My wife tells me that there was something I was not supposed to do to you this weekend but would not tell me what it was."

She and I both laughed. I turned and tried to look serious, "I told her that I didn't think I could come to your house this weekend. I was sure you were going to math me to death." He gave me a surprised look and I lost it. I was laughing so hard that everyone in the restaurant was looking at us.

Laughing just as hard, she said, "I told him that I was sure you would."

"And I said that I guess there were worse ways to go." He grabbed me in a hug and tickled my sides, which brought us more attention.

We finished eating, paid, and crawled back into the Jeep. We drove out of the city and onto some country roads. We got to this gate and he put in a code. It took another ten minutes and we turned onto this long road that turned out to be a driveway. It led to a nice ranch style house that looked huge from the outside. We pulled into a garage and got out of the car. Mr. Walters grabbed my suitcase and he headed into the house.

"I will see you inside."

I was confused about why he was leaving us in the garage. I followed Mrs. Walters over to a few chairs by the door. She started taking off her clothes. She must have seen the confusion in my face.

"I am sorry Brian, I forgot you have never been to a Crossman house before. In a Crossman house, women and children are not allowed to wear clothes. So, we take off our clothes out here."

I guess I knew this because Timmy told me that he could not wear clothes in the house. I didn't know that women were not allowed to wear clothes in their own house. I did remember that Mrs. Pritchard didn't wear any clothes in our class. We both took off our clothes and took them into the house. She led me to a room where my suitcase was and where I left my clothes. Then she led me to the living room where Mr. Walters was sitting on the couch. Then she turned and walked back down the hall.

"Come here buddy." I walked up to him, he picked me up and set me on his lap with my legs off to one side. "You ok?"

"Yes Sir."

"I take it you were not prepared for being naked?"

"I guess I was not thinking about it really. I know the rules, but I guess I think about you as my math teacher instead of a Crossman."

"I am a Crossman buddy, and whichever friend's home you go to over the next two years, you will be expected to follow the rules."

"I know Sir; I am not mad or anything. I am so happy to be here that I forgot is all."

"That's ok. So, tell me how school is going."

I told him all about my classes and how much I love my school and friends. While we were talking, he was rubbing my legs, which felt great, but then he started playing with my dick and balls. My dick was not a big deal since I didn't have much feeling in it anyway, but he was hurting my balls. I finally had to push his hand away. I started crying, "Please don't punish me, but it was hurting so much."

"Whoa, buddy, I am not going to punish you. I am sorry, I didn't know I was hurting you. I was just rubbing, not squeezing."

"I guess I was born with not many nerves in my dick, but a lot in my balls. I hate being touched there; anywhere else is ok."

"I am sorry Brian, I didn't know. I never read your intake records because I thought I knew everything. I will be more careful in the future. Is there anything that can be done so you don't have the pain?"

"Well…"

"What?"

"The only thing that I know of is to remove them."

He was not shocked, "You mean castration? That is a big deal and can't be undone."

"I know, but my friend Timmy doesn't have any balls and I like the way he looks. I have to wait until my dad gets home in two years, though. He would never approve of it while he is away. I would not ask him now anyway because I know he would drop everything, and they would come home. That would not be fair to them; they are doing good work that means a lot to them. Are you mad at me for wanting to get rid of them?"

"No, not really. There are many eunuchs in the Crossman. There was a time when a boy with your issues or gay would have his balls removed. A boy like you with the issues you are having would be castrated as a way for him to not be in pain. A boy that was gay would have them removed because he would not be breeding so he would have no use for them. In other cases, the father would have them removed before puberty so his boy would stay little and not have body hair or a deep voice. Now in order for a boy to be castrated, it must be approved by the counsel and then only after two doctors attest that the boy understands and agrees with the decision."

"Wow, I didn't know that. I wish I could have mine removed today."

"What do you say that while you are here this weekend, we will research all the things that come along with castration."

"Ok, but I don't think that you are going to change my mind."

He gave me a hug and bent down. He put his lips to mine and kissed me. I felt his tongue touch my lips, so I opened my mouth. His tongue went inside and just moved around in there for a while. When he stopped, he moved me to the floor, took my hand and walked me to the master bedroom.

When we walked in, Mrs. Walters was lying in bed. The way she was laying, I got a good view of her pussy and let me tell you, it was gross. The rest of her body was beautiful, even her boobs. I can't believe I said that, but after sucking on Mrs. Pritchard's nipple and talking with Tyler, I guess I can see it.

He stopped in the bedroom long enough to strip off his clothes and put them in the hamper. Then he put his hands on my shoulder and guided me into the bathroom. He started up the shower and while it was warming up, he said, "Brian, can you display for me?"

I displayed for him and he touched me all over my body. I didn't mind it, but it was weird having my teacher touch me like that. I guess I never thought of him that way, but he is a man, so I went with it. He turned me around and had me bend forward. He took hold of the cunt plug Mr. Price put in and pulled it out. He took me into the shower and sat on the bench. There was a hose hanging from a strange-looking water valve on the wall. He had me lay across his lap and put this weird nozzle in my cunt.

"This is a special nozzle that most Crossmen have in their homes. If I flip the valve on the wall one way, it will put a special cunt soap in as it fills you up. The nozzle in your cunt has a special valve on it, so it does not have to come out. When I flip the valve on it, all the water and poop and Mr. Prices cum will be released. We will do that a few times, then I will flip the wall valve the other way and it will put clear water in your cunt so we can get the soap out."

He did it four times with soap and two times with water before he was finished. I don't think I really needed that much, but I think he enjoyed doing it. He then had me stand up and washed my hair, and then soaped up his hands and washed my body. Then he stood and washed his own body. We got out of the shower, where Mrs. Walters was waiting for me with a towel. She dried me off and had me brush my teeth. She must have gotten my toothbrush out of my bag. When I was done, she took my hand and led me back into the bedroom. She crawled into bed and held her arms out to me. I crawled into the bed and she had me lay down next to her and snuggled with me by wrapping her arms around me. It was weird lying naked up against a girl's body, but it actually felt good.

"I love the smell of a freshly washed little boy."

"Should I be going into the other room for bed?"

"Of course not. Why would we want you to sleep in the other room? You will be sleeping with us while you are here."

I was not sure what to say. Mr. Walters came out of the bathroom shutting the lights off. He climbed into bed, putting me between them. He leaned over me and started kissing me again. I felt his hand on my legs and then pinching my nipples. He rolled on his back and guided my head to his cock.

"Show me what you have learned since you have been at FSB."

I positioned myself so that I could start out with my ten big breaths; then I started sucking his cock and licking his balls. His cock was not as big as Mr. Price's and after a few tries, I got him down my throat. While I was doing that, Mrs. Walters was running her fingers in and out of my cunt. After some serious sucking and licking, I felt him get a little harder and cum in my mouth. It was really good, and I didn't let any of it escape.

When he pulled his cock out of my mouth, Mrs. Walters turned my head towards her and looked at Mr. Walters. He nodded his head slightly and before I knew what was happening, she was licking all around the inside of my mouth.

When she pulled back, she smiled, "My husband has the best-tasting cum. I couldn't let you steal it all," She said, smiling.

He turned my head towards him and said, "Brian, I need to pee. Do we need to go into the bathroom, or can you take care of it here without making a mess?"

I was a little shocked that he was going to make me do it in front of her, but I said, "I can do it here. I know how to control the flow and won't make a mess."

"Good boy." He turned so his feet were off the bed and I got down between them. I put just his cock head in my mouth and put my thumbs on his piss tube. He started the flow and I swallowed it all. It was not hard to do; I guess I was getting used to it. What was weird was that she was watching me the whole time.

She said, "You did a wonderful job Brian, I could not have done a better job myself."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You mean you drink pee too?"

"Of course, a man should not have to get up to pee if they are comfortable where they are. That and I love the way his piss taste."

I went into the bathroom and did my own pissing into the toilet. When I came out, I crawled into bed between them and fell right to sleep.

Chapter 14
New Experiences

I woke the next morning to see Mr. Walters sitting on the bed with his feet on the floor, moaning a little. I moved to look over at him and that is when I saw him holding his cock and pointing it at his wife's mouth. She was on her knees with her hands behind her head and her mouth wide open. He was giving her his golden water; only she didn't have her lips closed around his cock. She was actually a few inches away and he was peeing into her open mouth. I could tell that he was controlling his flow but never stopped peeing and she never closed her mouth to swallow. However, nothing ran out of her mouth, not even a drop.

When he was finished she backed away and he told me to come to clean off the last little bit, which I did. He then told me to go pee and come right back. When I got back, he was standing there with a really hard cock.

"Brian, would you please get into mounting position?"

"Yes Sir."

I really didn't want to; I was hungry and still sleepy. However, it never even occurred to me to say no or not do what I was asked. I climbed on the bed, with my knees under me and waited. I felt the lube being applied to my cunt and then the head of his cock at my hole.

I pushed out hard and he pushed in. It hurt a lot at first and I did scream into the pillow. The pain in my cunt was soon forgotten when Mrs. Walters started pinching my nipples. Once he was all the way in and set, he waited for a bit. Then he picked me up with his cock still inside and moved me, so I was flat on the bed.

He whispered in my ear, "Are you ok, my sweet boy?" I nodded my head. "Good boy. We are going to take our time this morning and make this nice and slow. I want to see if I can get more than one orgasm out of you before I breed you."

Then he started moving slowly in and out. The pain was fading, and I was starting to tingle a bit. It was not only the mounting that was getting to me; it was the way he was nibbling on my ear and sucking on my neck and shoulder. It could not have been more than a few minutes before the tingles took hold and my body stiffened and I saw stars. All through my orgasm, he kept going in and out at a slow and steady rhythm.

When I finally recovered from my orgasm, I felt it again; the tingles were coming back. A few minutes later, it all happened again. My body went stiff, my toes curled, and I screamed. Not out of pain, but total pleasure. As I was coming down again, I felt him stiffen up, and then that warm feeling inside as he was breeding me.

He collapsed on top of me. It was a little hard to breathe, but I didn't want him to move. The weight made me feel… I am not sure exactly, but I didn't want him to stop. After a bit he did though, standing up and pulling out. I squeezed my cunt as tight as I could so nothing would drip out. I turned and licked his cock and balls clean.

He pulled me into a standing position and hugged me. "What a way to start the day." He pulled back to look at me with a big smile on his face. "I hope you enjoyed it too."

Even though he was out of me, I still felt the tingles. "It was amazing Sir. I can't believe I got the tingles twice. It was epic."

He smiled and messed up my hair. Well, I guess he didn't really mess it up; I am sure I had bed head. He took my hand and walked me to the bathroom, where we took a shower. When we were done we headed to the kitchen where I smelled bacon cooking. I ran ahead of him and into the kitchen.

Mrs. Walters was there wearing only an apron. "Good morning handsome, how do you like your eggs?"

"If it's not too much trouble, can I get them with the yolks up?

"Sunnyside up for my sweet boy. Would you set up the table?"

"Sure, I would if I knew where the plates and the silverware was"

She pointed to where everything was, and I set the table. Mr. Walters was reading the morning paper on his tablet. I went back into the kitchen and asked what else I could do. She poured coffee into a cup.

"Can you take this to Mr. Walters without spilling it?"

I smiled at her and said, "Yes mam, I sure can." I took the coffee to the table without spilling even a drop.

"Here you go Sir, your morning coffee."

"Thank you Brian," He said, never taking his eyes off the tablet.

I went back into the kitchen, carried out food plates, and took a seat at the table. She came out right after me with three cups of orange juice and a glass of chocolate milk for me. The breakfast was wonderful. They asked me a lot of questions about school and how I was adjusting. I told them about the first day when I met Tristan and what happened when Tyler thought he was being funny by introducing me to Timmy. Mr. Walters had just taken a drink when I told him, and OJ came flying out of his nose. I was laughing so hard I almost choked on a piece of bacon.

While Mrs. Walters and I were cleaning up, Mr. Walters went out to the garage. When the kitchen was clean, we packed some drinks in a cooler and carried it out to the garage. I was so excited to see the Jeep in the daylight and without the top on. Mrs. Walters called me over to her and started putting lotion all over my body, and I mean everywhere. She was super gentle with my balls. She told me to slip into my shoes so we could get going.

I was looking for my clothes when I realize that they were only wearing shoes. I am sure I had a surprised look on my face, "You mean we are going naked? What if someone sees us?"

I guess I looked a little panicked by this because Mr. Walters got on his knees and said, "Brian, Breathe. You are on a fifty-thousand-acre ranch. The whole ranch is owned by the Crossman. When the school was built it was on Crossman land, but we sold what we didn't need with the exception of the land the school is on, and they built the town of Clayton on it. The school is the oldest building in five hundred square miles. There are about 500 families on the ranch, so yes, you will be seen, but don't worry about it because they will see you naked later anyway for the barbeque."

We climbed into the Jeep and there were towels on all the seats. When I sat down, he put me in the center of the back seat and reached behind me. He pulled these straps over my head and they rested on my shoulders. Then he pulled a seatbelt from my left side that had a weird buckle on it. He pulled a belt from my right side and clicked it into the weird buckle. He then put this cushion thing under the big buckle and then hooked the straps that came over my shoulder into the weird buckle. He pulled everything tight and used Velcro to keep the pad in place.

The last thing he did was put goggles on me. "Ok buddy, here is what all this stuff is for. The shoulder belts and lap belts I installed just for you. These will keep you seated when we go over big bumps. They may not be the most comfortable, but your safety is the most important thing for us. The goggles are to keep the dust and any flying objects out of your eyes. Are you ok with all of this?"

I was so excited that if I were not belted in I would be all over the place before the Jeep even moved. "Yes Sir, can we go now?"

They both laughed and climbed in. When he started the Jeep, my heart started beating faster with the roar of the motor. Over the next few hours, we went up and down steep hills, over rocks, across a river where I got wet. We were having so much fun we had a picnic lunch instead of going into town. I was kind of missing Owen and wished he could have gone four-wheeling with me. After lunch, we did more four-wheeling instead of going to a movie. I was having so much fun I didn't care. When we were done we landed up at a house with lots of people.

There were naked men and some that were dressed. All the kids, boys and girls of all ages, were naked as well as all of the women. He unstrapped me, pulled off my goggles, took a picture of me with his phone and walked me over to a hose. I was thirsty and couldn't wait for some cold water. The problem was that he had other things in mind. I felt Mrs. W come up behind me and put her hands on my shoulder. I watched as he turned on the hose and sprayed Mrs. Walters and me down. She ran her hand all over me and through my hair.

When I finally broke away, I was not happy, "Hey mister, what's the big deal freezing me like that?"

He showed me his phone, which had a picture of me on it. I was a mess; I was so dusty that I could see that the only clean spot on my face was where the goggles were. I was laughing so hard I fell over onto the grass. Mrs. Walters took the phone and was taking pictures as Mr. Walters was spraying me down with the hose again. When he was done with me, he started spraying Mrs. Walters, getting all the dust off her. She took the hose and started spraying him down too.

I looked up from where I was laying on the ground and landed up looking to the beautiful blue eyes of Bill. I jumped up, "Bill, what are you doing here?"

He pointed to the house and said, "I live here. You are wet but still dirty. Do you want to come in and take a proper shower?"

I looked at Mr. Walters, "Can I?"

"Of course, you dirty little monster." He said as he grabbed me and started tickling me.

Then I heard another voice say, "Excuse me Sir, that is my job."

I turned to see Tyler standing there. I ran into his arms. "Tyler, I am so happy to see you. Look over there." I said, pointing at a very dirty Jeep. "We went four-wheeling all morning. It was so much fun. I wish you could have gone."

"From the looks of you and that Jeep, I am wondering if you left any of the dirt on the trails or if you brought it all back with you," He said while tickling me. "I just wanted to say hi. I heard you were on the way to the shower. I think you should get going; you stinky boy."

We were all laughing until Tyler turned to go back with his family. His butt had welts on it. He got punished by his dad because of me. My heart was breaking, and I fell to the ground crying. Mr. and Mrs. Walters, who were facing the other way trying to get the dirt out of their hair, came and picked me up. I tried to fight them off.

"Leave me alone; I don't deserve any more fun; I hurt my big brother." I broke loose and ran to a big tree and tried to hide behind it.

I heard a voice say, "Boy, turn around. I want to talk to you."

"Leave me alone I don't want to talk to anyone."

"Boy, if you continue to be disrespectful, I will take the belt to you." That got my attention and I turned around. I saw a man, a handsome man with brown eyes and a gruff look on his face. He was only wearing shorts. "Do you know who I am?"

Wiping my eyes, I looked the man over. "No Sir."

"My name is Mr. Pritchard. Does that help?"

"You're Tyler's daddy."

"That is correct, and you are Brian." I nodded. "You caused a lot of trouble this weekend in my family. Do you understand that?" I nodded again. "Do you have anything to say to me?"

"No Sir."

"With everything that happened last week with my son, you have nothing to say?"

"Yes… I mean no Sir."

"You don't think you should tell me about what happened." I shook my head no. "Might I ask why?"

"Because I promised Tyler I would not talk to you about it. Me talking is what got him into this mess anyway."

He sat down on the ground with his back to the tree. He had me sit down on his legs facing him with my legs on each side of his. "Do you understand why Tyler was punished this morning?"

"Because I panicked at my mounting and you're mean."

He laughed at that, "No Brian, the Crossman are a strict but fair community. Believe it or not, we have very few rules for our children to follow. Of these rules, respecting men is at the top. What Tyler did by protecting you that day was what he was supposed to do. That is the job he volunteered for when he became a big brother."

"Then why was he punished for doing it?"

"He was not punished for protecting you. He was punished for being disrespectful to the men involved. You must understand Brian, out in the world, poor decisions are not always forgiven. With the invention of the internet, everything a person does is available for all to see. For example, forty years ago, if a person went to prison for something and served their time, they got out with the opportunity for a fresh start.

"If they kept their nose clean and became a good person, no one knew about their past. Now no matter what they do with their lives, there is always that dark cloud that will follow them the rest of it. Crossman law is swift and to the point. Punishments are given and then the offense is forgotten. I raised Tyler to always think before he acts and not let adrenaline overpower common sense. I am very proud that he protected you when he thought you were in danger, but I believe he could have and should have been able to do that without the disrespect he showed."

"I don't understand."

"Brian, I cannot even express how proud I am of my children. I can say that because they have all been taught, as all Crossman children, to show respect at all times. Sometimes they make mistakes as Tyler did, but it is very rare for that to happen. I can count on one hand how many times I have had to punish Tyler in his life, and it breaks my heart every time."

"Then why did you do it? You had to know that it was my fault for talking to the Headmaster, not Tyler's."

"I do know it was your fault. However, the punishment had to happen anyway. He had to be punished for his lack of respect by Crossman law. He was ready for his punishment, he knew it was coming, and he prepared himself for it. All you did was make me do it instead of the Headmaster. Now it is over. I will talk with him if he wants to, but the issue was taken care of and now it is over. I will never bring it up to him again, nor will anyone else."

"I understand that now but seeing him with his butt like that because of me just doesn't seem fair."

"Maybe not, but it's just like you had to be punished for breaking the rules and fighting. Did you deserve that? You didn't know the rules that day in the dining room? Your actions even saved one boy's life and maybe more."

"No Sir. I didn't know the rules there at FSB, but knew there would be consequences for fighting; I have had to face them before. I knew that they would be there as well. Right after the fight in the Headmaster's office, I knew that I would be punished. Although everything turned out ok, the Headmaster knew that if there was no punishment for fighting, others would figure they could do it. It was also a requirement if I wanted to come to the school."

"Very good; I am proud of you for accepting your punishment for what you did wrong. Just like Tyler planned to. I am assuming that you are not aware of how upset Tyler was by what happened to you."

"What do you mean?"

"Tyler came home the next day right after breakfast with you. He came to me and cried. He was so upset by what happened to you, he skipped morning classes. Tyler has never played hooky in his life, but he was so upset he needed to come home for a few hours and just cry. I have not seen Tyler cry since his mounting."

"Really Sir? I didn't know."

"He knew you were going to be punished, he just wasn't prepared to see it happen. You are not Tyler's brother by blood, but he loves you like you were. I think I know more about you, Tristen, Timmy, and now this Owen kid than I do about my own grandkids."

I giggled at this. I was really prepared to hate this man, but he was right. I may not like it, but all I have seen since I have been here is happy kids and loving adults. I never saw the kids at my old school this happy, well behaved, respectful, and all-around nice. I can't wait to see what happens next.

Bill came over and said, "Sir, I hope I am not interrupting, but if it is ok with you, can I take Brian and get him cleaned up?"

"Of course, Bill. He is a little ripe," He said, holding his nose.

Laughing and acting hurt, I said, "Ok Sir, I guess if I stink, then I can't give you a hug before I leave."

I started to get up and he pulled me into a hug and a kiss on the cheek.I got up and followed Bill into the house and up the stairs. We went into his room. It was really nice. He had model cars on shelves and even planes hanging from the ceiling.

"Are you alright?

"I am now that I understand more. I am still a little sad that Tyler had to be punished because of me."

"He wasn't punished because of you. You may have been there, but he was punished for his actions, not yours."

"I guess, but I can't help but feel bad about it."

"That's ok to feel that way, but you need to understand something. Crossman punishments are not like the punishments the regulars are given. Yes, we fear them just like they do, but we feel proud that we received it when they are over.

"I don't get it. How can you be proud of taking a punishment?"

"Has your dad ever spanked you, grounded you, or made you miss something important to you because you did something wrong?

"Yes, lots of times."

"How did you feel afterward?"

"Angry, I guess."

"I am twelve, and I have never been grounded or missed out on something I wanted to do because I was in trouble. I have had my butt paddled only once, and I took pride in it. Not because I wanted it, I sure didn't. It was about knowing that I made a bad decision, I learned from it, and no one will bring it up again. Knowing the consequences helps me stay focused on doing the right thing. Are you going to get into any more fights?"

"No way and my friends know what to look for, so I don't."

"Get it now?"

"Yeah, I get it."

"Do you need your cunt cleaned?"

"I don't know. Do you think I do?"

"It is going to be a long day, so I would suggest it."

"Ok, I will go get Tyler or Mr. Walters."

"You don't have to; come with me." We went down the hall and knocked on the door frame of another room.

"Yeah, what's up?" A boy maybe fifteen years old and very handsome, took his headphones off and sat up.

"Hey Gabe." Bill said as he went into his room and gave him a big hug and kiss. This is my friend Brian, and we both need a cunt cleaning before the party. Would you help, please?"

He stood up and must have been almost six feet. He has straight brown hair and the same incredible eyes his brother has. What was really cool, and maybe a little weird, was the PCU he had on. It looked like a dragon. I saw the head and it looked like the tongue was going into his pee hole. Then the body went along the top of his dick with the legs wrapped around it. The body was only about two and a half inches long, so if he got hard, it would not be comfortable for him. Then the tail went around his balls and hooked to itself. He also had these clear pointy things on his nipples. He caught me staring at him and smiled.

"You Ok, Brian?"

"I am sorry, I didn't mean to stare."

"It's totally fine. You can ask me anything; I won't mind, really."

"I love your PCU, it is so cool."

"It took me five months to save for it."

"Wow. Do you have to buy your own? I thought your dad would buy it since he is making you wear it."

"He will pay for the basic one like Bill is wearing, but if we want something different, he has to approve the design and we have to pay for it."

"It is really cool. What're those things on your nipples?"

I thought they were attached until he reached up, squeezed it, and pulled it off. "These are like suction cups to make our nipples bigger."

"Why do you have to wear those?"

Bill answered, "It's kind of a family thing for us. Big nipples are cool, and the men love to reach around and play with them when we are being mounted."

"I know, they keep pinching mine, and I kinda like it. Do all Crossman have to wear them?"

"Not all of us, no. We do because it is a family thing. The only ones that are required to wear them are boys that will be marrying men."

"Will I have to wear them? I know that I will marry a man someday."

"That would be your dad's call. It depends on whether he is going to marry you to a man to be his husband when you are out of college, or if he is going to marry you to a man as his wife before."

He gave me more to think about and a ton more questions, but I guess Bill wanted to get moving and asked, "So, Gabe, will you wash our cunts please?"

Since he changed the subject so fast, I will have to ask Mr. Walters about it later. "Sure, not a problem. Hey, is this the Brian that had the panic attack on the stairs?"

My face turned red with embarrassment "Yes it's him, and I helped him past it like you and dad do for me."

"I am proud of you, little bro. Hi Brian, it is nice to meet you," He said, shaking my hand. "Don't worry about being embarrassed about it. Bill was not making fun of you or anything; we just tell each other everything."

"That's cool; my brother Donny and I are the same way."

"Great, I can't wait to meet him. Will he be coming today?"

Feeling a little sad, I said, "No, he is in Syria on a church mission."

"Dude, I am so sorry. I didn't realize you were that Brian. I can't imagine how you guys are feeling. I don't know how I would handle it if Bill and I got separated like that."

"It is really hard, and I miss him every minute of every day. He wanted me to come here and be successful at FSB so that he could go there and help people. When he gets back, I don't know how he will get married and have kids."

"Oh, why it that."

"Because I plan to hug him and never let him go," I said with a giggle that got them laughing too.

I followed them to this huge bathroom. It had the same cunt cleaning table that we have at the school. I climbed onto it without being told. He had the same hose as Mr. Walters. I wondered why the school didn't."

"Are you excited to be at your first Crossman barbeque? We are going to have so much fun." Bill said.

"I am happy to be staying with my favorite teacher and getting away from school for a while. I have never been to a barbeque like this before. I must admit I am a little nervous."

"Don't be; we will have great food and lots of fun and games."

I was washed out four times to come out clear. During the washings, I was getting lots of kisses from Bill and Gabe. Then Gabe went on to clean Bill's cunt. More kissing went on during that. Wow, is it hot in here or what? After Gabe said I was done, the three of us climbed in the shower and Gabe washed us both. I was surprised that Bill was still getting bathed by his brother and liking it, but I thought it was cool and I liked it."

When we were done and dry, we went outside to join the party. There were a lot more people here now than there were when we got here. I was feeling very nervous about the whole thing. Then I heard my name screamed with a voice I would recognize anywhere. I looked for where it was coming from and didn't see him till he tackled me with a hug.

"Brian, I have missed you so much."

"Did you have to knock me to the ground bonehead? How bad could you have missed me? I just saw you yesterday?

He looked at me with his goofy smile and said, "I missed you a lot so suck it up, buttercup."

We were both laughing when we stood up. I pulled him to me and planted a kiss right on his lips. "Ok boys, get a room."

I turned to look at two older versions of Timmy. "You're just jealous because he's cuter than you are," Timmy said as he was sticking out his tongue.

The older one said, "Yea, he's cute, but not as cute as you." Then he grabbed Timmy and started tickling him.

The younger one stepped over to me and held out his hand. "Hello Brian, I am Tommy and that is our older brother Toby."

"I shook his hand and said. "It's nice to meet you. Timmy has told me so much about you that I feel I already know you." I shook hands with Toby when he was done torturing Timmy.

Toby looked at me and asked, "Why are you smiling so big."

"Because Timmy and Tristen are always waking me by tickling me. Do you know how hard it is not to pee the bed when you first wake and someone is tickling you?"

Tommy got this big smile on his face and said, "Timmy, have you been a naughty boy and tickled your friend before he has had a chance to pee in the morning?"

Timmy was smiling but shaking his hands in front of him. "You can't believe everything that kid tells you."

Then Toby gets behind Timmy and says, "But we do believe him, you mean little boy."

They grabbed him and went to town tickling him. I am laughing so hard that I never noticed Tommy letting him go and grabbing me for tickle torture. When they finally let us go, we fell to the ground trying to catch our breath. The last I saw of them was walking away high fiving each other.

We caught our breath and Timmy said, "Ok, we are even now."

"How do you figure? I was calling it even till they attacked me, I still owe you."

"How about we worry about that after we get something to drink?"

"Sounds good, but I think I better check in with Mr. and Mrs. Walters first."

Timmy and I walked around a little looking for them. I could not believe all the people here. This cute naked little boy, maybe six years old and what looked to be his sister also naked at maybe eight, came running up to Timmy.

"Hi Timmy, I am so glad you are here. I didn't see you at school all week." The little boy said.

"I know Milo; I am a bad cousin."

Milo giggled and said, "No, you're not; you are the best cousin in the whole world. Just don't tell Tommy and Toby, or they will get jealous. They said if you were the best cousin, then they would lock you in your room till I changed my mind." He giggled more, "I am sorry you will have to spend forever in your room."

Timmy got down on his knees and held out his arms. The little boy ran up and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. He then turned and looked at the girl. She was a little on the chunky side but really cute.

"Well, Tabitha, do I get a hug and kiss from you?"

She looked around and said, "I don't think so, you know how I feel about stinky boys." She giggled.

"Well, I am not fond of smelly girls either, but I would deal with it if I had to."

She went forward and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. "Even though you are a stinky boy, I love you this much," She said and held out her arms as far as she could.

Timmy took a deep breath and said, "Well, I guess even though you are a small girl with cooties, I guess I love you this much," He said, spreading his arms and pulling her in for another hug. "Hey guys, I want you to meet my best friend, Brian."

Before I knew it, I was getting hugs and kisses from both of them. I never thought I would ever kiss a girl that was not my mom, especially a naked one. I guess I have to get used to it around here.

We started walking to the crowd when we heard someone talking real loud. As we approached, there was a man and a boy standing on a stage. The boy looked like he was ten or maybe eleven, fatter than me and smiling from ear to ear. The man had his arm wrapped around the boy's shoulder.

Once the crowd quieted down, the man spoke loudly so everyone could hear. "Ladies and Gentlemen, can I please have your attention. Today is a special day for me. My wonderful son Adam is turning twelve today. No man could ask for a better, more obedient son; I am so proud of him. Today my son will receive his first PCU and I am so happy I could bust. If you don't mind, though, before I put it on him, I would like to read something I wrote for him."

People in the crowd said, "Go for it." and "Read it for us."

"Thank you, folks, this means a lot to me." He unfolded the paper and started to read.

"Between the innocence of babyhood and the dignity of manhood, we find a delightful creature called a boy. Boys come in assorted sizes, weights and colors, but all boys have the same creed: to enjoy every second of every minute of every hour of every day and to protest with noise (their only weapon) when their last minute is finished and the adult males pack them off to bed at night.

Boys are found everywhere – on top of, underneath, inside of, climbing on, swinging from, running around or jumping to.

Mothers love them, little girls ignore them, older sisters and brothers tolerate them, adults ignore them, and Heaven protects them.

A boy is Truth with dirt on his face. Beauty with a cut on his finger, Wisdom with bubble gum in his hair and Hope of the future with a frog in his pocket.

When you are busy a boy is an inconsiderate, bothersome, intruding jangle of noise.

When you want him to make an impression, his brain turns to jelly or else he becomes a savage, sadistic, jungle creature bent on destroying the
world and himself with it.

A boy is a composite – he has the appetite of a horse, the digestion of a sword swallower, the energy of a pocket-size atomic bomb, the curiosity of a cat, the lungs of a dictator, the imagination of a Paul Bunyan, the shyness of a violet, the audacity of a steel trap, the enthusiasm of a fire cracker, and when he makes something he has five thumbs on each hand.

He likes ice cream, knives, saws, Christmas, comic books, the boy across the street, woods, water (in its natural habitat), large animals, Dads, trains, Saturday mornings and fire engines.

He is not much for Sunday school, company, school, books without pictures, music lessons, neckties, barbers, girls, overcoats, adults, or bedtime.

No one else is so early to rise or so late to supper. Nobody else gets so much fun out of trees, dogs, and breezes.

Nobody else can cram in one pocket-a rusty knife, a half-eaten apple, three feet of string, an empty Bull Durham sack, two gum drops, six cents, a sling shot, a chunk of unknown substance and a genuine supersonic ring with a secret compartment.

A boy is a magical creature – you can lock him out of your kitchen, but you can't lock him out of your heart. You can get him out of your study, but not out of your mind.

Might as well give up – he is your captor, your jailer, your boss and your master. A freckled-faced, pint-sized, cat-chasing bundle of noise.

When you come home at night with only the shattered pieces of your hopes and dreams – he can mend them all like new with the two magic words – -Hi DAD!
(Written by Alan Beck)

He finished up with tears in his eyes, turned to his son and gave him a big hug and a kiss on the mouth. I could tell the boy was getting tongue and the crowd clapped and cheered. When they were done, Adam got onto a box and stood on display. The Doctor from the school came up on stage and stood in such a way that the whole crowd could see what was going on. I looked around and found that Tristen, Aaron, Patrick, and Bill were standing with us with smiles on their faces.

The Doctor pulled one of those long wooden Q-tips out and put lube on the tip. He then held Adam's dick and inserted it into the pee hole. I could tell that it did not feel good by the look on his face and the tear on his cheek. The Doctor left the Q-tip in his dick while he grabbed a tube that was about three inches long and lubed it up. He slowly pulled the Q-tip out of Adam's dick just to be replaced with a tube that was pushed in. Then his dad came up and placed the PCU on his dick, locking in the tube. He then forced his balls through this ring. It looked like that hurt more than the tube. Once that was in place, he connected the two pieces and put a small padlock on it. That was it; now Adam would not be able to touch his dick till college or marriage.

Aaron said, "Man, that was so cool I can't wait for mine."

"I don't get it; why is this celebrated?"

Patrick spoke up, "Brian, there are steps in our lives that are celebrated because they are important. Just like birthdays or anniversaries. The first is when we can swallow a man's seed straight from his cock without spilling any. Then it is receiving a man's golden water straight from his cock without spilling any. Next is our mounting, then the PCU, graduation, marriage, and children of our own."

Bill said, "These are things that you may not totally understand yet, but as you learn about the Crossman, you will come to understand how significant these milestones are to us. You are new to us, but your mounting was a big deal, right?"

"Yea, it was the day I truly became a Crossman."

Timmy took over, "Yes, and it is a day you will remember for the rest of your life. You were not happy about it but look at how far you have come in a short time. You are in our family now and nothing will ever change that. No matter where you go, or what you do, you will always be a Crossman and always have family."

I was not sure what else to say; I had so much to think about that my head hurt. We all headed over to a big trough with lots of ice and everything to drink from tea, sodas, water, and juice boxes. I thought about getting a Dr. Pepper but decided on a juice box instead. My mom says that soda is bad for me, so I don't get it often. The movie we went to last weekend was the first soda I had in a long time. I was just looking at a table full of almost any food you could imagine at a BBQ when all of a sudden I was wrapped in a hug.

I looked up to see who it was, "Hi Mr. Walters, I was on my way to find you but stopped for something to drink,." Showing him the juice box.

"How's it going? Are you having fun?"

"I guess so; there are so many people."

He took my hand and pulled me over to a quiet place. "Brian buddy, I know this is a lot for you. Be honest, are you ok? If you need to leave, just say so and we are out of here."

I know he was worried about my panic attacks, and I will not say that I was not on the verge a few times. However, I was not going to ruin his good time with my problems. He gave me so much happiness since he picked me up yesterday that I would not ruin it for him.

"Are you kidding?" I asked, smiling, "The only way you are getting me out of here before I get some of that roast beef is to chain me to the bumper of the Jeep and pull me out of here."

He laughed and said, "Ok, but there is something we need to talk about. During these events, the men get horny and you know what that means. Be respectful, do what is asked, and work hard to please them. If you get to a point where you have had enough, you come to find me and I will keep it from happening."

I guess I hadn't thought about that, but I should have. "I will be ok Sir. Now I have an important question for you, when do we eat?"

He messed up my hair again, "I think we have an hour before it will be time to serve. Now go find your friends and play."

I was looking for Timmy when Bill found me. "I have been looking all over for you. My mom wants to see you."

"Did I do something wrong?"

"Wow dude, relax. Just because an adult wants to see you does not always mean you're in trouble."

We walked back up to the house and around back. I followed Bill through a screen door and into what looked like a beauty shop. There I found two naked women, one I assumed was Bill's mom and the other was Mrs. Walters. "Mom, this is my new friend Brian."

"It's nice to meet you, Brian."

"It's nice to meet you too, mam." I just realized that I didn't know Bill's last name.

Mrs. Walters pulled me to her and ran her fingers through my hair. "You see what I was telling you? Something has to be done with this."

"Oh my." She said as she ran her fingers through my hair. "This will be a challenge. Do you want a masculine look, or something softer?"

"Well, I think for now we need to go masculine, but not a buzz cut or anything."

I wanted to protest, but if there is one thing I have learned about these Crossman, even the women, just keep my mouth shut. Whatever will happen is going to happen whether I like it or not.

"Ok Brian, jump up in the chair."

Bill was sitting in another chair, giggling. "If I said that I didn't want my hair messed with, would it make a difference?"

Both women and Bill laughed, and Mrs. Walters said, "If I said yes, would you walk out that door?"

I may be new to being a Crossman, but I am not stupid. When an adult asks a kid a question like that, it is always rhetorical. "No, I guess not."

Over the next fifteen minutes, they talked, combed, clipped, and shaved my head. They kept me pointed away from the mirror until the end. I looked down and saw so much hair and figured that they had scalped me. I almost fell out of the chair when she turned it and I saw myself. I looked… Awesome! Gone was the mop that I could never comb and looking back at me was… Me with this incredible hairstyle that I would have never thought I would have and looked good in. Without the mop, my face even looked thinner.

The style had my hair cut short, close on the sides, and kind of a wave at the front. I could not believe it was me. I got out of the chair and looked closer at myself in the mirror. Bill's mom put a hand mirror behind me and above my head a little so I could see the whole thing. I turned and looked at her, and before I knew it, I had her wrapped in the biggest hug. I had my face in her boobs but didn't care.

"I guess that means you like it?"

It took me a minute to form the words, "More than I can tell you. I have hated my hair for so long and now look at me." I looked over at Mrs. Walters, "How do you think I look? Is it ok?"

"I thought you were handsome before, but now you are gorgeous."

"Really, you think so?"

Bill came up to me and said, 'Well, I don't know. Still looks just as funny to me."

I stuck out my tongue out and looked back at Mrs. Walters, "Can I go show Mr. Walters and Tyler? Please."

Bill's mom said, "Bill, take him out back and wash him down with the hose to get all the hair off of him." She grabbed his shoulder and, with a stern voice, "Just his body, not his hair. Got it, son?"

"Yes mam, I got it. Come on Brian."

As soon as we got outside, I grabbed Bill and hugged him. "Thank you for letting your mom do this. I know you won't understand this, but this means so much to me. I have never liked the way I looked. My hair was a big part of that."

"First, I had nothing to do with that. I was just told to go get you–I had no idea why. Second, this is what we were talking about before. If you have a problem, then it is our job as a family to help you through it. Mrs. Walters must have felt it was an issue for you, or she would have never gotten my mom involved. My mom is the best at what she does, and most of the Crossman and Cboys come to her because she is so good. Now, you are welcome for whatever I had to do with this."

He hit me with the hose off the back porch without getting my hair wet. Then he gave me a towel and when I was dry, we were off to find Tyler and Mr. Walters.

We ran into Timmy and Patrick first. "Wow, you look great Brian. I had to look twice to make sure that was you."

"You really think so Timmy?"

"Totally buddy."

"Yea, I agree with Timmy, that cut looks great on you."

"Thanks guys, that really means a lot. I have to go and try to find Tyler and Mr. Walters."

Before I knew it, the four of us were running all over the place looking for Tyler and Mr. Walters. We found Tyler; first, he was standing with Jr, Brad, and Brendon. "Tyler! Tyler!"

He turned around and got a big smile on his face. "Yes, can I help you?"

"I wanted to show you my new haircut."

"Oh, Brian, is that you? I didn't even recognize you."

Giggling, I said, "Yea right. What do you think?"

"I think you look fabulous. She did a great job."

Brad, Jr, and Brendon all said how much they liked it. Then it was off to find Mr. Walters. We found him sitting in a chair with this little boy licking his cock. All I could think of was that cock was in my cunt a few hours ago.

"Mr. Walters, look and my new haircut!"

The boy never stopped what he was doing, "Brian, that looks great. I can't believe that you are the same boy I went four-wheeling with." He looked down at the little boy licking his cock and said, "Tony, I think it time to eat."

"No, please, I am not done yet."

"I promise I will let you finish before I leave, ok?"

"Yes Sir." He said with a pouty look on his face.

Mr. Walters picked up the boy and gave him a kiss with tongue, which made the boy smile. The boy only looked to be about six and not very attractive. I can't describe it, and I am sad that I am thinking of it, but he just looks weird. He makes me look hot.

We heard a bell ringing and Mr. Walters said, "Ok boys, let's go eat."

We got in line just like school. I grabbed a tray, plastic wear wrapped in a napkin, and a paper plate. The food looked wonderful. I got some BBQ beef, a rib, corn on the cob with lots of butter on it, and some potato salad. We took it over to the table and sat down with Mr. and Mrs. Walters, Timmy, Bill, Patrick, Milo, and Tabitha. Mr. Walters was still holding Tony in his arms.

Timmy got up and grabbed my arm, "Let's go get some drinks. What does everyone want?"

We took the drink orders and I asked Mr. W, "Would it be ok if I had a Dr. Pepper?"

"Brian, you can have anything you want, as long as you are having fun."

I looked at Tony, "Don't you go eating my dinner you,"

Giggling, he said, "Who me?"

Laughing, I joined Timmy and Bill as we went over to grab some drinks. Dinner was amazing, I didn't know most of the people at the table, but we joked around, talked, and laughed a lot.

Once dinner was over and cleaned up, I followed the guys over to the stage. Lined up on the edge of the stage were a bunch of boys and girls in mounting positions with their butts hanging over the edge of the stage. Timmy, Bill, Patrick, Aaron and even Tristan were climbing up on the edge of the stage and getting into position.

Timmy looked over his shoulder at me and said, "Hurry up, bonehead, get into position.

Reluctantly I climbed up on stage beside Timmy, got into mounting position and waited. That is when I heard a man's voice. "Men, we have a line of beautiful cunts here waiting to be filled. The line is now open."

I heard men talking and I felt my butt and cunt rubbed by many hands. Then I felt a man come up behind me. I didn't' turn to see who it was. Timmy was holding my left hand and Tristan had my right. That made me feel a little better.

I jumped a little as the man was putting lube in my cunt. I felt the head of his cock touch my cunt and I pushed out. He felt it and he pushed in at the same time. I bit into my arm so I would not scream out and embarrass myself. It turned out to be a stupid thing to do because many other kids cried out, even Timmy.

I turned my head to look at him and he said, "What? It always hurts going in."

The man in my cunt buried himself to the root and waited. Then after a minute or so started pulling out to the head and going all the way back in. He was going slow at first, and the pain was going away. Then like a bang, my tingles started. I looked over at Timmy and he had this funny look on his face, so I think the tingles were happening to him too. Then I heard moaning from my other side and Tristen was going wild.

The man in me leaned over me and started licking my ear as he was going in and out and said, "Your hair looks very nice Brian. You were already hot, but now you are so sexy it will be hard to keep my hands off of you."

I was in shock. I knew that voice. I turned my head and there, smiling at me was the Headmaster. I was being mounted by the man that made this all possible for me, and now I was getting the tingles like nobody's business. First I saw stars, then my toes curled (I could have picked up a truck with my toes, I was sure of that.), my body stiffened, and I let out a scream like a girl. I was too far gone to be embarrassed about it, and I was not the only one doing it.

As the tingles were passing, the Headmaster started licking my ear again and said, "That's one. How many more can I get out of you?"

I heard the man on Timmy say the same thing. I knew that voice too; it was Mr. Michaels, the history teacher. I only got two tingles, but they were amazing. When he pulled out, I turned and cleaned him up, making sure there was no cum left on his cock or balls.

He reached down, picked me up, and carried me over to a chair. He held me on his lap till we both recovered. "I waited a long time to be able to do that, Brian. Let me tell you; it was worth the wait.

The rest of the night was more relaxed. I was so tired I went and found Mr. Walters and we joined everyone on the big lawn. Mr. Walters leaned up against a tree and I sat on his lap with his chest to my back, and my head on his shoulder. I asked when we would be leaving, and he said, "Not quite yet, buddy, there is one more event left."

I was not sure I had the energy for anything else. I was so tired. That's when it happened; the sky lit up with fireworks. I have been to a few fourth of July picnics, but nothing like this. The fireworks went on for about an hour. Then it was time to go home. I don't remember the ride; I was asleep before he started the engine.

Owen's Edition

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Chapter 15
Where Did Owen Come From

As I lie here in bed crying, I wonder what I did wrong and why my mom hates me so much. I can't remember a time when she hugged me or said anything to me that was not yelling.

We live in a huge house that is so big it has two wings. In one wing is where my mother and my sister Amanda live. In the other wing is where me and my daddy live. There are a kitchen and a living room in between the wings. I am not allowed in that area, so my daddy had a kitchen and living area built on our end. I know that they fought about it. I am sure that daddy doesn't like my mom because they are always fighting. A lot of the time it is about me.

I have a nanny that stays with me during the day and when daddy is out of town. She is a big woman, and although she is nothing but nice to me, she has never let my mom near me or allowed her to touch me. A few months ago, Nanny went out to get some groceries and came back to find my mom on our end of the house, hitting me with a belt. Nanny took the belt from her and hit her with it. My mom called the police, but when Nanny showed them the welts all over my body, the police told mommy that she was going to jail if she laid hands on me again. Nanny never left me alone after that.

Sometimes my mom would go somewhere, and Amanda would be left with her nanny. That was the only time Amanda and I could spend any time together. One time when mommy was not looking, Amanda's nanny put a tracking app on her phone. That way, she would know where my mom was so that my sister and I could spend time together. I loved my sister, who is two years older than me. We would play and have so much fun until her nanny told us that mommy was coming, and Amanda had to go back to her side of the house. After she was gone, I would get held by my nanny and I would cry.

My daddy would come home from work and Nanny would go home. Daddy would lock the door to our wing, strip off his clothes, help me out of mine, and then we would cook dinner together. We would snuggle and kiss as we would watch a movie. I loved the way my daddy's tongue felt in my mouth. When we would watch a movie together, sometimes it was a special movie, with boys my age loving on their daddy' cocks.

I had been loving on my daddy's cock since I was three and always looked forward to it. We would take a shower together, and then I would sit on my bed with my legs hanging off. He would come up to me with his cock near my face and I would lick it all over, even his balls. If I did a really good job, he would give me my treat of daddy's milk. I loved daddy's milk but could only have it once a night. Sometimes on weekends, if I was really good, I might get it as many as three times.

When daddy was home, I could not think of any place I would rather be than by his side. We would go to the park, a movie, bowling, and even a baseball game if our team were in town. He hardly ever yelled at me and never hit me more than a swat on the butt if I did something wrong.

One night he came home from work and after Nanny left, we got naked. I could tell something was wrong because he was not smiling as much as he usually did. I asked, "What's wrong, daddy?"

"Buddy, we have to talk."

"Ok daddy. Am I in trouble?"

"No baby, not at all. I know you are only seven, but I am going to talk to you honestly right now."

"I am seven and a half daddy." I interrupted.

"You are right; I am sorry. What I am about to say will be hard for you to understand, but if you have a question, just ask it and I will do my best to explain it to you."

"Ok daddy."

"Your mommy and I are getting a divorce. What that means is that we won't be married anymore."

"Why daddy?"

"Son, your mom is not a nice person. When she came after you with that belt, it was the last straw for me."

"Daddy, why does mommy hate me so much? I really try to be good, but she is always mad at me," I say, starting to cry.

My dad grabbed me and pulled me to his lap. "Son, I know this doesn't make sense, but it really has very little to do with you. You see buddy, your mother is a very selfish woman. When your sister was born, she and your mother bonded right away. I loved seeing them together; they were so beautiful. However, when I would hold your sister, your mother would become ugly and mean."

"I don't understand daddy; how could she get ugly? Mommy is mean but very pretty."

"Ugly was the wrong word. I guess the right word would be jealous. If your sister would smile or giggle when I held her, your mother would grab her away like I did something wrong. Now, when you were born, I was so happy. Don't get me wrong, I love your sister with all my heart, but I had always dreamed of having a son. The problem is that you are a sensitive boy, and I think you could feel your mother's meanness right away. When she would pick you up or hold you, you would cry and scream."

"I didn't know that."

"I know son, and you were not doing it to piss her off. I mean, after all, you were just a baby. Not long after you were born, I found out that she was leaving you in your room crying for hours. I came home early from work and found you in your crib, laying in your own filth. You had cried so much that you were a bit blue. I changed you and ran you to the hospital.

"The whole time, your mom was saying that there was nothing wrong with you. When we got to the hospital, they found that you were malnourished, you had a severe rash from lying in your own poop and pee, and you were also suffering from dehydration. I should have had your mom arrested right then, but I still loved her."

"Why would she do that to me?" I asked, shocked that something like that happened. "I knew she didn't like me now, but I was only a baby then."

"I am not sure. I felt like she was trying to punish you for not loving her right off the bat. That is when you and I moved to this end of the house and I hired Nanny to protect you when I couldn't."

"If you and Mommy are getting a divorce, will we still live here?"

"No baby. Because I have to work and sometimes travel, I have to find the best way to protect you. What we are going to do is leave here tonight. I already bought a house in a town called Clayton."

"Will Nanny be coming with us?"

"No buddy, I am afraid not, she has her own family here and they need her."

"What will happen to me, Daddy? Who will take care of me when you are away?"

"That is where you may not be very happy with me. You see son, you will be in school during the week and with me on the weekends."

"Ok daddy, but who will take care of me after school?"

"No son, you will be living at the school. It is a very nice school, and you will be with other boys your age and you will even have a big brother to help you."

I was very confused, "But daddy, I don't have a big brother, just a big sister."

"No son, he is not your real big brother. His job is to be there if you get scared, help you with your homework, baths, brushing your teeth, making sure you eat your meals and putting you to bed at night."

"But daddy, how will I get my daddy's milk? Will he give it to me?"

"No buddy, you will have to wait till we see each other on weekends to get your daddy's milk. Remember the rules; if you want daddy's milk, you can never talk about daddy's milk with anyone but me."

I rolled my eyes, "Duh, daddy, I know that. I'm not stupid you know."

"Boy, that is one of the two things I know for sure."

"What's the other one, daddy?"

That's when he grabbed me and started tickling me, "That I love you more than anything in the world."

Giggling, I asked, "Even more than your Ferrari?" He stopped tickling me and looked like he was thinking. I hit him on his chest, "Daddy?"

"Give me a minute son, I am thinking." I guess I got a surprised look on my face because he smiled, pressed his lips to my belly and gave me a raspberry. I laughed so hard… "Of course, I love you more than a car, but I must say that the love I have for you is equal only to the love I have for your sister."

I sat up fast and looked at my dad. "What about Amanda? How will I see her if we move away?"

Dad got serious, "Owen, you and Amanda have been lucky so far. Your mom can't touch you, but if she finds out Amanda has been seeing you after she told her not to, I am not sure what she would do to her. She dotes on that girl, but her hatred of you and me could get Amanda badly punished. You don't want that, do you?"

"Oh, no daddy. I couldn't stand it if something happened to Amanda because of me."

"Good, let's get a shower, got dressed, pack a few bags, and get out of here. I have already set up a great room for you at the new house, and we will go shopping once we get there and get whatever else we need."

We packed two suitcases each and headed out the private door on our end of the house. There, parked at the door, was a big black Ford Excursion. "Where is the Ferrari daddy?"

"I have sent that into hiding for a while where your mom can't find it. Now I am sending you and me into hiding so your mom can't find us either."

We put our stuff in the back and my dad went back in to get pillows, blankets, and snacks. He had already arranged with Nanny to come over, unlock the doors to the wing, pack up what was left of our stuff to put into storage and clean out the kitchen.

We headed out for our long journey to our new home. I was sitting on the passenger seat in my booster seat with my knees in my chest. Daddy asked, "Are you alright, son?"

"Daddy, please don't be mad at me, but I am really scared. Nanny has always been my teacher. I have never gone to school and now I have to live there."

My dad put his hand on my arm and pulled the car over kind of fast to the side of the road. He unbuckled me and pulled me out of my seat. I thought he was mad at me, but he just held me. "Baby boy, I didn't realize how scared you were. You know it is a little out of the way, but what do you say we go a bit off route and stop at Disney World for a few days?"

I leaned back and looked into his eyes, "Really daddy, I always wanted to go. Daddy, I still think I am going to be scared."

"I know you will, but I need you to trust me, ok?"

"I trust you daddy."

Every time we stopped for the night, we would grab dinner, take a shower, and then I would get my daddy's milk. I loved drinking it so much that I would rather have that than all the candy in the world.

One night after I finished loving on his cock, "Owen, we are going to try something new tonight. I want you to lay down on the bed, now roll over, get up on your hands and knees, now, while staying on your knees, spread out your arms and go down on your chest. That is so nice, now spread your legs apart a little more."

He stopped talking and I was wondering what was going to happen. "Am I doing it right, daddy?"

"Oh baby, god yes. You have the most perfect butt. Oh, and this is so beautiful."

I shivered as he rubbed my poop hole with his finger. Giggling, I said, "That is my poop hole; it is not beautiful."

"You are so wrong son. To you this is a poop hole, but to me, it is your love tunnel. When you get a little older, you are going to give me such pleasure with it."

As you can imagine, I was very confused by this. "I don't understand how you will get pleasure out of my poop… I mean, my love tunnel?"

It was driving me crazy with pleasure as he spits on my hole and kept rubbing his finger back and forth over it. "Well, Owen, on your ninth birthday, you and I will go somewhere private and I will mate with you for the first time. What that means son, is that I will put you in the same position you are in now, and I will put some slippery stuff all around the outside and the inside of your hole. Then I will get behind you and enter your beautiful love tunnel with my cock. Then I will rub it really fast inside you and plant my daddy's milk deep inside."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "Daddy, there is no way that your cock would fit inside me. You are just teasing me."

"Oh, it will fit. It will hurt a lot the first few times, but it will fit. I met a group of men who also love their boys like I love you and they have given me lots of advice. That is why we have to wait until you are nine years old. Think about some of the poops you have had, Owen. I am sure they are at least as big as Daddy's cock. If those could come out, then Daddy's cock can go in!"

I was just about to say something else when fireworks started going off in my head. I could not believe what was happening; he was licking my poop hole. That is so gross but felt so good. After about five minutes of this, I got these amazing tingles in my poop hole, then my body got real stiff and started shaking, then everything went black.

I woke up in my daddy's arms with him smiling at me. "What happened, daddy?"

"My sweet, sweet boy, you just had your first of many orgasms. Your love tunnel will give you so much pleasure."

"Even when you put your cock in there?"

"Not at first, but once you are used to it, you will beg me to mate with you."

"I am really scared of you doing that to me."

"I understand, baby, but that is a year and a half away. Let's worry about it more then." We snuggled up and went to sleep.

We made it all the way to Disney World the next day and after checking in to the hotel and getting some dinner, we went up to our room. It was huge! There were two bedrooms, two bathrooms, a living room and even a kitchen. One bedroom had a regular bed in it, but the other had a big bed that looked like a whole family could sleep there. The balcony looked over the park and I could see everything, there were walls so that we couldn't see the next room and they couldn't see us.

Like we always did, we stripped, showered, and I went after my daddy's milk. It was so delicious, and I made sure that there was none left inside, underneath, or on his balls. He put me back into what he called mating position and went to town licking my hole. I had one of those o'gasms things again. Afterward, daddy grabbed a blanket and we sat on the balcony and watched the fireworks show in the park. I snuggled into daddy and I fell asleep.

The next morning it was shower, breakfast and then we hit the park. I had so much fun with daddy that I never wanted it to end. We rode all the rides that we could get on. I don't think daddy liked Space Mountain at all but rode it twice for me.

We rode some more rides and then it got weird; daddy kept looking at his watch. We just finished getting something to drink when daddy said, "Let's go over here, son, I have got a surprise for you."

I got all excited thinking of all the fun we were having. "A surprise for me? What is it daddy? Is it Buzz Lightyear?"

Daddy just smiled at me, and we went and sat on a bench. I looked everywhere and didn't see Buzz but did see a man and a boy heading right towards us.

The man walked right up to my dad, shook his hand and said, "Tom, it is so nice to meet you in person finally. We have been chatting for so long it's like I have known you forever,"

"I feel the same way Ed, I am so glad you were able to make it."

"I had to move some things around, but Cory was not going to let me say no. He has been looking forward to meeting you. Tom, this is my pride and joy, my son Cory."

My dad held out his hand and shook it. "It so nice to finally meet you in person young man." My dad pulled him in for a hug and the boy hugged him right back. Daddy pulled me to him and said, "This is my son Owen, the sweetest boy in the world and my best friend."

I know that at this point I should have been very confused, and I was, but all I heard was my daddy, my hero, calling me his best friend. Nothing could make this day better.

"Owen, this is Mr. Chapman and his son Cory."

I have not been around a lot of people other than my sister, mom, dad, and of course, Nanny. I was very nervous about this whole thing. Who were these people and what did they want? I hid behind my daddy, he turned around and picked me up. He held me and moved towards Mr. Chapman.

I hid my face on his shoulder so I would not have to look at the man. "Owen, please turn around and be polite. Shake Mr. Chapman's hand, please."

I didn't want daddy to be mad at me and ruin our time together. I turned around and shook his hand. He reached up and took hold of my face and said, "My, what a beautiful boy you have here, Tom. Owen, this is my son Cory."

I shook his hand; he was a lot older than me, I guessed him to be about eleven or twelve, and I turned out to be right. My dad said, "How about some lunch? I am starving. This kid has kept me running around like crazy."

We stopped and had lunch in an outdoor restaurant. I was still not sure about these two or why they were interfering in my day with daddy. That was put to the side, though, when Mickey and Snow White came to our table, and I gave them both a hug. I was so happy.

After lunch, we were joined by Cory and his dad for the rest of the day. Cory turned out to be a lot of fun, and wanted to ride Space Mountain. I was all for it, but daddy said, "There was no way I am riding that after the big lunch I just had. I almost puked before on an empty stomach."

"Cory spoke up, "How about me and Owen ride it while you two old men sit on the bench and feed the birds?"

Cory's dad jumped up and grabbed Cory and started tickling him. "Old man, you say? Why, you little rug rat, if I am so old, why do you look like you are about to pee your pants?"

I couldn't help but giggle at their antics. Cory was begging his dad to stop, and when he finally did, Cory was all red. "Now that we have settled that, can we?" Cory asked.

My dad didn't look happy about the idea. "I don't know guys. Owen is not used to being around other people as it is."

I couldn't believe I did this, but I spoke up, "Please, daddy, I really want to go." Then I gave him my best puppy dog eyes.

"Ok, Owen, I will agree to this, but there are two rules. Number one, Owen, you will have to hold on to Cory's hand and not let go. If you get separated and lost, I will die inside with fear. Number two, Cory is in charge. You do what he tells you to when he tells you to, got it?"

"Yes daddy."

Mr. Chapman asked, "You good with this Cory? This is a lot of responsibility."

"Yea dad, I kinda like the little guy."

The men looked at each other than at us and nodded their heads. Cory held out his hand and I took it. We entered the VIP line and got on the ride pretty fast. We had a great time, I liked Cory, and since I didn't have an older brother, it was fun. Later, after we were done at the park, we all went back to the hotel and up to our room. I didn't understand why we were all going. I figured that they would want to go to their room and freshen up for dinner.

We got to the room and there were suitcases inside by the door. I looked at my dad with a questioning look and he said, "Since the room is so big, I invited Ed and Cory to join us."

I started crying and ran into the bathroom. Daddy knocked on the door and when I didn't answer, he walked in. I never thought about locking it; the only door we have ever locked was the one to our wing.

Daddy reached for me and I pushed him away. "How could you do that, daddy? This was our time."

"I know baby, but you had fun with Cory today, didn't you?"

"Yes, but now I won't be able to get my daddy's milk," I whispered.

"That is not true buddy. Them being here is ok because Cory loves daddy milk just like you. If you are a good boy, maybe Mr. Chapman will even give you some."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "So, I would still be able to drink your milk?"

"Of course, I would not have let them stay here otherwise. Now let's go out there, and I want you on your best behavior. Please don't embarrass me in front of them, Ok?" He gave me a hug and a special kiss with his tongue.

We left the bathroom to find Cory and his father naked and sitting on the couch, Cory holding his dad's cock. My dad sat down on the bed and called Cory to him. "Let's take a good look at you, Cory." Cory stood straight, spread his legs, and put his hands by his side.

"Oh, wow, you are beautiful." I watched as my dad inspected every inch of Cory's naked hairless body.

"Come here, Owen." Mr. Chapman said. I reluctantly went over to him. "Owen, when you are at home, does your daddy let you wear clothes in the house?"

"Only until Nanny leaves."

"Good, let's get you out of those dirty, smelly clothes." He started with my shirt and then pulled down my pants to see that I was not wearing underwear. "Where is your underwear, boy?

I looked over at my dad and he nodded his head. I looked back at Mr. Chapman and said, "Underwear is just something else to wash, and daddy likes it better if I am not wearing them."

"Very good boy." He finished stripping me and said, "Now that is the way a boy should be when he is with a man. If it were up to me, boys would never wear clothes."

I looked back over at Cory and my dad. Cory was bent over with his legs spread and his fingers on his toes. Daddy was looking over Cory's butt. I looked back at Mr. Chapman and was very nervous. "Ok boy, let's get a good look at you?"

I moved to him and said, "Yes Sir."

He asked me to spread my legs and my hands at my side, "This is the way you should look when presenting your body to a man, just like Cory did for your Daddy." He spent some time going over every inch of my body, including my butt.

When he and my dad were done with the inspections, Cory knelt down in front of me. "Owen, I am sorry if we are interfering in your time with your dad. You see, our dads became friends online in a very private group of dads who especially love their sons. I have talked with your dad many times and am very excited to spend time with you guys. However, I have talked with my dad and if you want us to leave, we will."

I looked at both men and realized that I did have a good time today with Cory. I also wanted to try some of Mr. Chapman's daddy milk. "No, you don't have to go, it's ok."

My dad said, "If you are sure Owen, then why don't you let Cory give you a special kiss."

I looked at Cory and he smiled, "I have wanted to kiss you all day. Would it be ok with you?"

I looked at the men again, then back as Cory. He was really handsome, and he wanted to kiss me. I nodded my head and Cory put one hand on my butt and the other behind my head. He put his lips to mine, and I felt tingles throughout my whole body. Then I felt his tongue rub my lips and opened my mouth. I liked the way it felt with his tongue rubbing all around my mouth. It was not as good as daddy's, but it was still wonderful.

When he pulled back and released me, I almost fell over, but he caught me. Then he stood up and his dick was hard. It was four and a half inches but looked huge to my seven-year-old eyes. Then my dad asked, "Do you like his dick, buddy?" I was entranced by it. I could not stop looking.

"It's ok Owen; you can kiss it and taste it if you want to."

I looked into Cory's eyes and asked, "Would it be ok?"

"Sure, it would." He said as he pushed down on my shoulders. I knew what that meant, so I dropped to my knees. I took his dick in my hand and guided my lips to it. I gave it a kiss and heard my dad's cell phone camera click. That didn't bother me; I mean, he is always doing it.

Then daddy said, "Ok Owen, go ahead and make sure it is clean like you have been taught."

I didn't need to be told again I went to town on him. He was moaning and groaning like daddy does before he gives me his milk.

Mr. Chapman called a hold to it and said, "That's enough Boys, I am getting hungry and our reservation is in an hour. Why don't you boys get in the shower in that bathroom and we will use the one in the other bathroom.

I couldn't believe he made us stop. We went into the bathroom and started the shower. "Do you want me to get the milk out?" I asked Cory.

"I would love to, but I am not allowed to cum without my dad's permission. He will make me cum after dinner.

Dinner was great, all three of them had steaks, but I chose the fish sticks and mac & cheese. Everyone was having a great time, but I was getting tired and laid down in the booth with my head on daddy's knee. He rubbed my back, but I guess I fell asleep. The next thing I knew, I was looking at everyone in our room and they were naked. Cory was helping me out of my clothes and kissing me.

Both men and Cory were hard, which made me hard. Cory got on the bed in mating position and Mr. Chapman pulled me into his lap and started rubbing my nipples. I was feeling good until I saw my dad walk up behind Cory and point his cock at Cory's love tunnel.

I screamed, "NO, NO, NO, NO" and jumped off Mr. Chapman's lap and charged my daddy. I used all of the strength in my seven-year-old body to push daddy away from Cory.

Daddy reached down and picked me up, looking me in the eyes, "Hey buddy, calm down. I was not going to hurt him; I was just going to mate with him like I will do with you when you are old enough to mate."

"No, you can't do that."

"Why not buddy, he likes it."

"No daddy, your cock in for my love tunnel, not his; it's for me."

"I already told you Owen, you are too young to be mated. You still have a little growing to do before you are ready. If I mate you before you are nine years old, I could hurt you because things down there are not quite stretchy enough yet"

"I don't care; I have to be the only one who gets your cock. I guess he can suck it if you want him to, but you can only mount me."

Both men were laughing, and I guess Cory just looked confused by it. I got on the bed in the mating position and scared out of my mind, just waited. I looked over and watched as Mr. Chapman inserted his cock into Cory. I watched Cory's face and saw pain, but only for a moment, then he smiled.

"Cory, don't that hurt?"

"Only when it first goes in Owen, then it feels wonderful. When he first started mating me, I cried and screamed from the pain, but now I know it was all worth it."

I put my face in my hands and prepared myself for the pain. I felt my daddy move between my feet and then touch my hole… With his tongue. I was so relieved one second and the next second I see stars.

I heard Cory and his dad moaning, then Cory saying, "I am going to cum."

Then Mr. Chapman said, "Make sure you catch it in your hand for Owen."

They were both moaning like crazy. My dad stopped licking me and we both watched as Mr. Chapman slammed his cock into Cory.

Cory was the first to declare that he was cuming. This was followed a few seconds later by Mr. Chapman making the same declaration. Then it was over, and both were breathing heavily.

Cory turned over and I saw the milk in his hand. I looked at Mr. Chapman's huge cock, half expecting to see blood, I mean the size I could not believe that was in Cory.

Mr. Chapman put his hand on the back of my head and guided it to Cory's milk-covered hand. I didn't have to be told twice to clean it up. I think after a minute or so, Cory pulled his hand back for fear that I would eat it.

Mr. Chapman said, "Ok Owen, you still need to clean his dick, please. Make sure you are cleaning his balls as well all the way to his butt.

I looked at my dad and he nodded his head. I dropped to my knees between Cory's legs and cleaned up every drop of his delicious milk. Again, I heard the phones clicking. When I was done, Cory asked me to move over and he dropped to his knees and started licking his dad's cock and cleaning every bit of it and his balls.

I guess Mr. Chapman saw me watching in horror as my new friend was licking the cock that was just inside his butt. He started laughing and said, "Owen, I can't believe the look on your face."

I looked up for the first time, "Your cock was just in his butt and now he is licking it."

"Of course, he is. That is a boy showing proper respect. I gave him my milk and let him cum as well. It is his job to clean up the mess. If you were to spend any time with us, you would be cleaning my milk out of Cory's butt. He is squeezing tight to keep it in so that there is no mess. Would you like to clean Cory's butt for him?"

I turned and jumped into my dad's arms, "Please daddy, don't make me do that." I whined.

"No son, you don't have to do that. It is not wrong, but you are not ready for that yet."

After that, daddy and I went to our room and Mr. Chapman and Cory went to their room. Daddy and I took a shower where I dropped to my knees and sucked on my daddy until I got his milk. Then we snuggled up in bed and I was out.

The next morning, we all woke up and went to the buffet for breakfast, then it was off to the park. Cory and I were all over the place, going on all the rides we could. We met with the men at lunchtime and then it was off again. Cory's phone rang at about five o'clock and we met the men again at the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad. Cory and I had already ridden it twice. We went back to the hotel where daddy and I cleaned up for dinner. I didn't know it would be just us until daddy and I came out of our room and saw Mr. Chapman and Cory were already there with their suitcases.

"Are you leaving already?" I asked.

Mr. Chapman answered, "Yes, Owen sweetie. Cory has school tomorrow and I have work. We have to get to the airport and catch our flight."

I ran up to Cory and gave him a big hug. With tears in my eyes I said, "I am going to miss you, Cory."

"Me too little bro."

"Hey, we may be seeing you again." Mr. Chapman said and winked at my dad.

We all went down the elevator together, said goodbye again and went our separate ways. Daddy and I had a nice quiet dinner and went back up to our room. He ended up carrying me down the hallway. I was so tired after all the running around in the Florida heat and humidity that daddy had to undress me. He put me into bed, and I was out.

***

The next morning, I was up before daddy. I went potty, then crawled back into bed. I went under the covers and started licking all over daddy's yummy cock. He got hard quick and I didn't stop till I got my daddy's milk.

We got dressed went down for breakfast, packed our stuff, then we were off to our new home. I asked, "When are we going to see Cory and Mr. Chapman again?"

"I highly doubt we will."

"Why daddy, I really liked Cory."

"You see Owen, I thought that you and I might join their club and have fun with other dads and sons. However, after listening to Mr. Chapman yesterday, I don't think it is the kind of club we want to be a part of."

"I don't understand daddy, I thought these men loved their sons just like you and I do."

"Well son, I found out some things today that I didn't like."

"Like what?"

"Well, for example, none of the boys have the right to say no. When you and I play, it is because we both want to. When I finally mate with you, it will be because that is what we both want. All day I heard about how spoiled you are. How that night when you got into a mating position that I should have mated you regardless of your feeling or the pain you would have been in. In their world, a boy's feelings don't matter, only what the man wants. I think that is wrong.

"If I were to have mated you that night, I could have damaged your insides. I would have gotten what I wanted but at your expense. Cory was having fun this weekend, but I don't think he has much fun otherwise. In fact, I saw Ed move his hand a certain way and saw fear in Cory's eyes."

"Oh daddy, that is not right. Is there anything we can do to help him? I really like him."

"I know son, and unfortunately, no. A lot of pictures were taken this weekend. If I say anything about their group, they will show the pictures of us. If they say anything about us, we will show the pictures of them. It is how we protected ourselves. So, you see why we won't be seeing them anymore?"

"Yes daddy, I am very sad though, for Cory."

"Me too buddy, me too."

Chapter 16
Owen Goes to School

It took three days to get to our new house in Clayton; we were not in a rush. It was smaller than our wing at the old house, but I liked it. I had a cool room. On one side was a picture of a baseball diamond that covered the whole wall and looked so cool. On the other side was a bed that was shaped like a real race car. My dad showed me how the bottom pulled out in case I wanted to invite one of the boys from school for a sleepover. It was all awesome, but the best part came when my dad shut off the lights. What looked like a ceiling just painted black, lit up with stars when the lights went out. I threw myself at daddy and hugged and kissed him.

"This is the best room ever."

"I am so glad you like it, son. This move will be tough on you and I wanted to make it as special as I could. You mean the world to me, little man, and I only want you to be happy."

"But daddy, I only need you to be happy. I do wish that Amanda could be here too. Do you think that I will ever see her again?"

He picked me up and squeezed me in a hug. "You will if I have anything to say about it."

We unloaded the truck and unpacked everything we brought with us. Then we jumped back in the truck and headed to get some lunch and then to the store for food. We loaded up what daddy bought and headed home. We unpacked and put everything away, stripped out of our clothes, jumped into the shower, and finally settled down to watch Harry Potter.

I was feeling good being here with daddy and loved the new house. After the movie, and of course, some daddy milk, we ate dinner, got dressed and took a walk around the neighborhood. We got to the neighborhood school.

"Is this where I will be going?"

"No, son, this is a day school and you will be going to a boarding school."

We watched some older kids playing basketball for a while and then daddy took me to the playground. He pushed me on the swings, watched me slide, and chased me around, pretending to be a monster. We went home and took another shower and then headed off to bed. Daddy put me in my new bed, and I was out pretty quickly. It had been a long day.

Daddy woke me up Friday morning at eight-thirty. We showered again, I got my daddy's milk, had breakfast, and got dressed. He was in his dark suit, which made him look so handsome. He put me in a blue button-down shirt, tan pants, black shoes, and black socks.

He combed my hair and ran his fingers over my face. "You know son, I may have to stop by the store and get you a razor."

I turned and looked in the mirror at my face. I saw his reflection with a wide smile on it and I turned to look at him. "Oh daddy, you were just teasing me."

"Today I am, but soon we will have to. Let's head out and try to find this school so we are not late."

We arrived at Founders School for Boys just before our appointment time of ten o'clock. We walked into an office marked 'Headmaster.' Sitting at the desk was a boy that looked like he was maybe sixteen. He was even more handsome than Cory.

He stood and held out his hand, "Hello, and welcome to Founders School for Boys. My name is Brad, and I am the Headmaster's assistant."

"Nice to meet you Brad, my name is Thomas Jackson and I have a ten o'clock with the Headmaster."

"Yes Sir, he will be right with you. I take it this handsome little guy is Owen?"

I looked at him with surprise and asked, "How did you know my name?"

He laughed and said, "Because I am the one that set up the appointment. Your dad didn't say, 'I am bringing some random kid with me.' He told me that he was bringing his son Owen with him, who he said was also his best friend. I was smart enough to figure that you must be him."

He held out his hand and I shook it, saying, "Duh, I knew that, I was just testing you." I giggled. I am not sure why, but I was not afraid of him like I was of Cory at the beginning.

Brad picked up his phone and said to someone on the other side, "Mr. Jackson and his handsome son Owen are here. Ok Sir."

"He will be right with you; he is just finishing up with another student."

My dad said, "Brad, I am surprised to see a student running the desk and not an adult."

"FSB is not your normal school, Sir. I will be going after a degree in early childhood development. So, the Headmaster lets me work here in his office helping with the new kids, kids that are in trouble, and those that just need someone to talk to."

"I know son, but it seems to me that there is a lot of personal information on the boys that another student should not know about."

Brad was not looking happy about my dad's comment. "Sir, I won't take offense at your comment because you don't know me or how things are run here. I am a Crossman; we don't talk about people behind their backs; we don't bully or pick on others for the pleasure of doing so. Everything that is said or done in this office will never leave this office. Yes, I know things about most of the boys who go here but will never divulge anything about them. This is the oath I took when I was assigned here, and a Crossman never has and never will break an oath."

My dad was surprised by what Brad said, "I meant no offense by my comment. There are just things that must be kept confidential when it comes to my son and me."

"Sir, anything that I learn about you and your son will never be talked about with anyone but you and the Headmaster–you have my word on that."

Right then, the office door opened, and a boy walked out. He looked to be about my age, and I could tell he had been crying. "I trust we won't have to have this talk again, right?"

Looking down the boy said, "No Headmaster, I won't talk in class anymore."

"I am sorry Timmy, you were looking at the ground and I could not hear you."

I didn't get it; I was on the other side of the room and I heard him. The boy looked up and into the Headmaster's eyes and said, "No Headmaster, I won't talk in class anymore."

The Headmaster got down on one knee and held out his arms and the boy went in for a hug. "You are a good boy, Timmy, and don't worry about it; it will happen. You will find the friend you are looking for." The Headmaster stood up and said, "Brad, will you give Timmy a pass back to class, please."

"Yes, Sir Headmaster. Come on, Timmy, let's get you back to class."

The Headmaster took a step towards us and held out his hand. "Mr. Jackson, it is so nice to finally meet you."

He shook my dad's hand and looked at me. He was a big man and scary. What did he do to that Timmy kid to make him cry? I hid behind my dad. "I guess that little guy hiding there must be Owen."

"Yes, this is Owen. Owen, come out here and say hello."

I stayed hidden behind my dad. "It's ok; this is a lot for him to take in. He will say hello in his own time."

We headed into the Headmaster's office and I sat in my dad's lap while they talked.

My dad started by asking, "Were you able to arrange the things we talked about?"

The Headmaster reached into his desk and pulled out some papers. "Are you sure about this, Tom? Once you sign this and give us the check, there is no going back."

"I only have two things in my life that are important to me. My daughter…"

I cut in, trying to be funny and said, "And his Ferrari," I said, giggling.

My dad looked at me and said, "Yes, my Ferrari of course, but it seems to me that there was something else," He said, rubbing his finger on his chin like he was thinking.

I hit his arm, "It's me, silly."

He started tickling me. "No, that can't be it. No… No… you are right; it is you," He said, laughing and kissing my cheek. "I love you more than I can even say."

"And I love you twice as much."

Just then, I remembered the big man in the room and stopped laughing and looked at him. He was leaned back in his chair laughing.

The Headmaster leaned forward and started talking business. "Do you have the funds?"

My dad reached into his coat and pulled out a check for two million dollars. My eyes got real big as he handed it to the Headmaster.

The Headmaster took the check and said, "This contract states that by accepting this check and upon the funds clearing, that the Founders School for Boys will keep Owen Jackson to be known going forward as Owen Wilson until he graduates at eighteen years old. It further states that these funds are not refundable for any reason. If Owen should leave FSB before he graduates for any reason, including code of conduct violations, the remaining balance will be forfeited to FSB. Are we in agreement?"

"Yes, Sir. My lawyers have read over the contract and I have accepted these terms."

"Good, now if you will sign where it is marked, we can move on."

Once everything was signed, I asked, "Daddy, who is Owen Wilson?"

"Baby, you are Owen Wilson. You see, son, your mom will be looking for you just to hurt us, so this way she won't be able to find you. I am paying for your full education so that if she does find you, the money will be locked in and there will be no access for her. Once she finds that out, she will most likely leave you alone, ok?"

I shrugged my shoulder and said, "Ok, daddy."

My dad looked at the Headmaster, "I feel like I have to ask about you letting students have access to the information concerning other students and, more importantly, my information."

"The only boys allowed to serve in this office are Crossman boys. It also requires those boys to have future plans involving education. I trust these boys implicitly to keep any information they come in contact with while in this office to stay in this office."

"That may be what you want to believe, but they are boys, and boys love to share juicy information with each other. I mean, come on Sir, we were boys once."

"Mr. Jackson, you may have been a boy that got into other people's business and spread it around, but I can assure you that I was not. I am a Crossman sir, and we never, and I mean never do it. To us, gossip is the lowest form of communication and any Crossman, man or boy, woman or girl caught doing it would be severely dealt with. I have seen it and it is not something I want to see again."

"I guess my next question would have to be, what is a Crossman? I have never heard the term before but it seems to be a theme at this school."

"I guess the best way to explain it would be to say that we are a large group of people whose core values are family, education, community, and respect. We are a very large group of people that are everywhere and yet few have heard about us. We are not flamboyant, and we don't throw our success in other people's faces. The richest of us, and that is the greater majority of Crossman, live a very modest life. We use what we need and give back to those that need a hand up. We will never give handouts, but if a person wants the life we have, we will share it with them."

"So, you are a religion, like Christianity?"

"Definitely not. In most religions people say one thing and do another. They may curse, drink, and cause trouble on Saturday, and then ask God for forgiveness on Sunday. As they say, we talk the talk and walk the walk. With very few exceptions, a Crossman rarely drinks and never smokes or does drugs, and I would be surprised if you ever heard a Crossman using profanity."

"What I hear you saying is that you think you are better than other religions, is that correct?"

"No, that would not be correct at all. What I am saying is that Crossman just have a different core belief system than most of what you would call your true believers. Also, I would like to make myself clear here. The Crossman are not a religion. However, many Crossman do have and hold on to religion as their faith dictates. I myself was raised as a Crossman, but also as a Catholic. We went to church every Sunday and shared fellowship with other Crossman as well and those that were not Crossman. Within the Crossman, there are those of the Jewish faith, Muslims, Baptist, Buddhist, you name it and we could most likely find it within the Crossman."

"Then please explain how the Crossman are so strong here at this school."

"During your time in Clayton, have you had the opportunity to look around?"

"Yes, quite a bit as I was fixing up my house. That is how I found this school. Everyone said it was the best of the best boarding schools in the country."

"Everywhere you traveled in Clayton used to be Crossman land. This school was built well over a century ago on the furthest part of the Crossman lands. The goal was to have a child focus on education all week and be home with their families on weekends. As time passed, it became clear that we didn't need all the land that is now Clayton. We sold it off with the exception of the twenty-five acres that make up the FSB. It was still only Crossman boys here until about thirty-five or so years ago when the school was opened up to those that were not Crossman."

"My limited research shows that only the richest families send their children to this school."

"That is true up to a point."

"What is that point?"

"Fifty-six percent."

"I don't understand?"

"Fifty-six percent of the student body are from the richest families in the world. Just because you are rich does not automatically guarantee you a place here. Owen for example, was not given a place here because of your money but because of the circumstances that brought him here. The board read the issues with his mother and it was decided that he needed what we have to be protected from the issues at home. The amount you paid was drastically discounted so that we could help you protect him.

"As for the rest, nineteen percent of the student body are Crossman, and the remaining twenty-five percent are scholarships given to students who will benefit from what we have but couldn't afford to attend a school like ours."

"So, where does the money for the twenty-five percent come from?"

Leaning back in his chair, the Headmaster said, "The Fifty-six percent, where else." He said, smiling at my dad. My dad just started laughing. I didn't get it. The Headmaster leaned forward and looked at his computer. Then he picked up his phone and said, "Brad, can you get Shane McKay and have him come to my office, please?"

"Right away, Sir."

My dad and the Headmaster started talking about places to eat, and things to do when we heard a knock on the door. "Come" the Headmaster said. The door opened and a boy of about sixteen came in. He was tall and really skinny, with red hair and acne on his face.

"Shane, I want you to meet Mr. Wilson and his son Owen."

Shane held out his hand, shaking my dad's, "It is nice to meet you, sir."

Then he got down on his knees and held out his hand for me to shake. I looked at my dad and he nodded. I gave him my hand and he acted like I was squeezing his hand really hard. "Hey kid, ease up, I have to use that hand to comb my beautiful hair," He said as he ran his hand through his hair. I tried hard not to, but I laughed, and I laughed hard.

Smiling, the Headmaster said, "Shane will be Owen's big brother. He is also in charge of Owens's room. Shane, if you will be so kind, would you please take Mr. Wilson and Owen on a tour of the school? Mr. Wilson, it was a pleasure meeting you; please feel free to call me at any time. I have to leave you for a board meeting. Enjoy your tour."

We left the Headmaster's office with Shane giving us the tour. As we went into the hallway, he said, "This is the classroom, library, medical, and admin building. We have your basic classes like English, Maths, History, and Science. We also have foreign languages. Guess what, Owen."

"What?"

"By the time you graduate from this school, you will know at least two other languages besides English, and you will speak them fluently. I know English, of course, but I also speak German and Spanish."

"Wow, will I be able to do that?"

"Absolutely, it is a requirement for graduation."

Just then, we heard a bell go off and the halls fill with boys. All the boys had these blue robes on. "What's with the robes?" My daddy asked.

"That is the school uniform. It is a white t-shirt, tan shorts, black shoes, black socks, and the robe."

"And you guys like that?"

"It is school policy. We are told that we don't have to wear them, but if we don't, we can't go to school here. It doesn't take long to get used to them, and this is such a great school that it is not worth getting kicked out for."

We walked outside into this huge area. "This is the Quad. From here you can enter any building, including the Houses, Gym, Auditorium, Classrooms, and most importantly, the dining room. We are in Ashton House, so we will eat now."

We entered the dining room and followed Shane to the lane on the right. My dad saw a shorter lane across the way and asked, "Shane, why didn't we go to the shorter lane over there?"

"During this lunch period, that lane is for the Crossman house only."

"Why is that?"

"Don't really know, but they own the school, so I guess they get their own serving line."

"I guess you see the Crossman getting special treatment all the time here?"

"Nope, just that line."

Shane showed me how to get my tray and to make sure I got a roll of silverware on it. Then he pushed me forward, where I got to choose what I wanted to eat. He told me what was good and what was not so good. I got a cheeseburger with fries and lots of ketchup. I also got chocolate milk.

My dad reached for my tray when Shane stopped him. "With all due respect, sir, he is a big boy and can carry his own tray."

I smiled at Shane and looked at my dad and said, "Yea dad, I can do it?" I carried it all the way to the table Shane took us to. It was hard, but I did it. "See daddy, I did it all by myself."

"Yes, you did son. I should have had more faith in you." Then he looked at Shane and asked, "What would have happened if he would have dropped it?"

Shane shrugged his shoulders and answered, "I guess he would have cleaned up the mess and started again. You need to understand that I will be here for him if he needs me, but part of my job is to help him become self-sufficient. He will still need reminding to do his homework, brush his teeth, and take a shower. I will help him with that for about a week, but then he will want to do it on his own. He will not want the other kids thinking he is a baby. However, he is just a little guy, and he will be sad when he is away from you, and he will cry. That is what my shoulder is for."

"How long have you been doing this."

"Most of my life. I have two younger brothers. I guess that is why I like working with the littles; they are more fun and not as stinky as the nine, ten, and eleven-year olds."

Just down a few boys from me, an older boy who looked like he was maybe ten said, "Hey, I don't stink." This got a laugh from most of the tables that had been listening to our conversation.

Right across from me were two boys about my age. Shane said, "Hey Adam and Justice, this is Owen; he will be moving into our room on Sunday."

All they could do was wave because their mouths were full of food. When they cleared their mouths, they both said, "Cool, we were hoping we would get a cool roommate."

Thinking that they were disappointed that I was going to move into their room, "Sorry."

They both got a confused look on their faces, "Owen, they were not being mean; they think you would be a cool roommate," Said Shane.

I looked up at them, "You mean you think I am cool?"

"Sure, you're a little, and all littles are cool," Justice said with a giggle.

My dad said, "You will have to forgive him guys. Where we lived, there weren't other boys his age around, and he was homeschooled, so he is not sure when you are being serious or being mean. He is pretty smart and if you give him a chance, he will be a great friend."

"Oh man, that sucks, man, but you are here now, and we got you. You are now our brother and we will teach you how to abuse Shane." They both giggled so hard that Adam almost fell out of his chair.

These men came out of the kitchen with these big carts and started picking up the trays and silverware. Shane stood and said, "That is our queue." With a wave at Adam and Justice, we followed Shane out of the dining room and to this building with a sign over the door that said 'ASHTON HOUSE'. We entered and saw a huge room with tables, chairs, couches, a big TV, and even a kitchen.

"Welcome to Ashton House, Owen. This will be your home for as long as you go to this school. Right now, we are in the common room. This is where you can hang out with your friends and watch tv or play games."

He then looked at my dad and said, "If you come to visit Owen at school, this would be as far as you can go into the building. However, today since the building is empty with all the boys at school, I will take you upstairs so you will be able to see where Owen will live."

"Why would I not be allowed upstairs to see my son?"

"Although we are not Crossman, we are still allowed to follow some of the Crossman rules loosely."

"I don't understand."

"Well, before this school was opened up to the Regulars,"

My dad cut in with, "What's a regular."

Taking a deep breath, Shane continued, "There are two kinds of boys at this school. You have the Cboys, that is what we call the Crossman boys, and you have the Regulars, that is what the Cboys call the rest of us…"

"I am sorry to cut you off again Shane, but I am a little confused and would like to ask you an honest question and get an honest answer,"

"I will do my best to answer any question you have."

"Thank you. Am I to understand that the Cboys and the Regulars are two separate groups and that the system works to keep them apart?"

"Yes, and no. Yes, we are two different groups, but only in the way the Denver Bronco's and the Dallas Cowboys are different teams in the NFL. Because of the way this school was founded, their program is in some ways different than ours, but we are all FSB and proud of it."

"I am not sure that the analogy you used makes sense. You want me to believe that you are all one big happy school, but you used Bronco's and Cowboys and they are rivals in your analogy. Their whole program is for each team to defeat the other."

"If that is what you see, then will all due respect you don't know much about the players. Yes, on the field, it is a personal thing about winning, but most of them are friends off the field. They work together for charities, run sports camps for kids, and many other programs. Here at FSB, our personal goals are to be the best at what we chose to do. For example, I struggled with German and was ready to quit, but a Cboy helped me through it and we have been friends ever since."

"So, what makes them Cboys if not to run the school?"

"Any Cboy you see could be the guy running this school someday, but today he is a student and other than their personal program, whatever that is, they are just like the rest of us and are treated the same. Anyway, before the Regulars started going here, the Cboys didn't have the uniforms that you see today, in fact they didn't have any uniforms because they didn't wear any clothes at all."

"Wait a minute. Are you telling me that this school was full of naked boys?"

"Yes sir, in fact the Cboys are still kinda naked. You see, we wear a t-shirt and tan shorts under our robes, where the Cboys don't."

"That can't be true. How would you know?"

"It's not a secret, in fact, it is one of the first things they tell the new kids at orientation. The actual dress code only requires a boy to wear a robe, black socks, and black shoes. Because of this, many of the Regulars don't wear anything under their robes either."

"Wow, that sounds like fun," I said, smiling up at daddy. "Can I be naked under my robe, daddy?"

"We'll talk about it. Back to my original question, why would I not be allowed to go up to see my son?"

"Because on this floor, the boys are required to be in shorts and a shirt. On the upper floors, what the boys wear is optional. They may be in shorts, underwear, or naked. That is except for the second-floor west end. That is where the boys that are not comfortable with nakedness live. There is a line on the floor going into that area. In order to cross that line, you must be fully dressed. For this reason, the upper floors are restricted to residents only. Where Owen can invite someone from another house to come over and play games, that boy would not be allowed upstairs."

We walked over to a set of doors. Shane put his finger on the pad, and we heard a beep. Once he heard that, Shane grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. "Every boy in this house has his fingerprint on file in the computer. Only the doors that he is allowed access to will open. This includes the house and the gym locker room."

"Wow, that is so cool," I said, looking at my finger. I reached out and touched the pad and it made a loud beep that made me jump.

Shane laughed, "Nice try, brother, but you are not on the computer yet."

"You said the locker room also had fingerprint access; why the locker room?"

"Each house has its own locker room, and only the boys from that house can enter it. I will show you that later."

We used the elevator and went all the way to the third floor. We walked to the end of the hall and turned left. We walked a little further and there across the top of the hall was a sign that read, 'Now entering the home of the Littles, watch your ankles.'

"Isn't that kind of mean to call them the Littles?"

Shane shrugged his shoulders and looked at my dad, "Why, they are little. It is not to make fun of them; this is their area. Other than the big brothers, no one over the age of 8 is permitted in this area."

"What happens when the boy hits nine?"

"He is moved to the nine to twelve section called Tween Town. We walked into a big bathroom. It had showers on one side and big bathtubs on the other. "Here, the Littles can choose if they want to take a bath or a shower." He got down on one knee and took my hands, "I bet you are a bath kinda guy. Not any bath, but one with lots of bubbles, am I right?"

I nodded my head fast, "Yes, I love bubble baths. Those are the biggest tubs I have ever seen." I said, pointing at the tubs.

"They have to be; what fun is a bath if you are alone? You will have your brothers in there with you."

"You mean like Adam and Justice?"

"Sure, and anyone else that wants to join."

"That sounds fun, don't it daddy."

"Sure does, son."

We walked out of the bathroom and down the hall to another room. "This will be your room for the next two years. That will be your bed, pointing to the bed at the end."

I went and laid down on it and said, "I like it, daddy."

I jumped up and gave my daddy a hug and kiss on the cheek. I wanted to give him a special kiss but knew better. Shane gave us a tour of the rest of the school before taking us back to the office.

"This is where our tour ends; I will see you on Sunday." Looking at my dad, he asked, "Do you know what time you will be dropping him off?"

"I was told he should be here by three thirty. Where do I bring him?"

"Go to the back parking lot where it says, 'student and staff parking only.' You will see a bunch of parents dropping their sons off there. I will meet you at the gate with a cart for his stuff and you can say goodbye there."

"Can't I help him unpack?"

"No. You will not be allowed upstairs, and it would not be good for him. Let him get his crying done away from the house. That way, the other boys won't see it. He will still cry, but by then, he will be in the littles area and a lot of them cry on Sunday. By Monday morning, they are too busy to remember that they are sad.

"It may pop up again at night, but we will deal with it." He got down on his knees again and took my hands. "Owen, it is ok to cry when your dad drops you off. I know you will be very sad and a little scared, but I will be there for you, ok?"

"I got this dude." I leaned over and gave him a hug and he hugged me back. Then he stood and walked out of the office.

Brad had some papers for my dad to sign and he put my finger on this pad and my print appeared on the screen. After that, dad and I left.

We stopped at Mickey D's and picked up some food in the drive-through. We went home, stripped off our clothes, and ate dinner. "So, son, what did you think?"

"I liked it, but it was kinda scary, daddy. I am going to miss you so much."

"You will be fine, son. Remember, I was not home much during the week at all before. Since I travel a lot for my job, you were with Nanny more than you were with me. Now you will be with Adam and Justice having fun."

"I guess you are right, but it is still scary."

"I know baby, but it is for the best. I do know what will make you feel better, though."

"What daddy?"

He spread his legs, and I knew he was right. I got between them and just as I was getting ready to grab hold of my prize, he stopped me. "Son, for the rest of this weekend, I only want you using your mouth and tongue on me. I want you to put your hands behind your back and love on me using only your mouth."

I was not sure why he wanted it this way but it sounded like a challenge and I am always up for a challenge with daddy. I put my hands behind my back and leaned in. I started licking his balls, which was strange because I could not move his cock out of the way. I ended up with pre all over my face, but I kept sucking and licking his balls. I licked all over, including underneath almost all the way to his butthole. I would lick it if daddy told me to, but I don't think I want to, even if daddy likes to lick mine.

Once I finished making sure every bit of his balls were licked many times, it was now time for the prize. This was harder to do without my hands because it moved around when I licked it. I finally took it in my mouth. This was something that I had not done before. I always just licked it all over and then put my mouth over the pee hole for the milk. I had seen many boys sucking on men's cocks in the movies we watched. Now it was time that I stepped up my game.

I opened my mouth and took him inside, "Good boy, now watch the teeth, cover them with your lips."

I did as he said but could only get the head into my mouth. Every time I tried to go deeper, I choked and had to pull back. I don't know how the boys in the videos did it. I tried again and choked again, I pulled all the way back and his cock popped out of my mouth. I was angry and frustrated.

My daddy took my face in his hands and wiped away the tears. They mostly came from the choking, but some from the anger. "Son, it is ok. Taking a cock all the way down into your throat is hard for older boys and men to do. If you want to be able to do it, we will work on it, but it will take time."

"But daddy, the boys in the videos can do it and they are my age."

"That is true son, but they have also been trained to do it. I have never felt the need to train you to do anything. You enjoy what we do and so do I. I don't need my cock in your throat to get my pleasure. You do a great job without it."

"I just want to make you happy."

"Wait a minute son, what you are doing here, I enjoy. However, I don't need this to be happy; I have you. My wonderful, beautiful, smart, and funny baby boy. What more could I need or want?"

"I love you daddy." I said as I jumped up and gave him a hug and a kiss.

Then I dropped back to my knees, put my hands behind my back and went back to my favorite thing, getting daddy's milk out of him. I took the head back into my mouth and started rubbing it with my tongue. I licked all around and listened to him moan. I swallow pre as fast as he gave it to me. Then his cock got a little bigger and I was ready for it when the wonderful flavor of daddy's milk hit my mouth. I swallowed every bit of it and sucked his cock till I got it all out. We recovered and relaxed while watching the Lion King. After the movie, we took our shower and went to bed.

I started school on Monday, and it was not so bad. I loved the schoolwork and had fun playing with my roommates. Sometimes we would go down to the common room; other times, we just played a board game or cards in our room. I loved the library on the second floor and they even had yelling rooms.

Yes, you read that right, yelling rooms. They are rooms with thick walls and padding all over the floors and walls. Once the door was closed, you could not hear anything outside the room. It was a place for a boy to go and just yell, letting all of the anger out. If two boys were mad at each other, they would go in there and yell at each other, then come out as friends again. It was cool.

I didn't know that while I was in school, my daddy was in a room with lawyers and my mother.

"I want him arrested and my son returned to me," The mother screamed.

Her lawyer tried to calm her down, but she just pushed him away. The father stood and, in a very gruff voice, said, "Shut the hell up you stupid cow."

She did shut up. In all the years she had been with this man, he had never talked to her like that, and she knew there had been times she deserved it.

"I will only say this once. You will sign the papers in front of you and not say another word about it. I have given a copy of a file to your lawyer. In this file, you will find police reports, pictures, affidavits, and medical records for Owen. I should have had your ass thrown in jail a long time ago for what you have done to that boy. You will never see him again, that is for sure.

" As for Amanda, I will let her continue to stay with you, but let me find out you have mistreated her, and I will do everything in my power to have you thrown into a very deep and dark hole somewhere. I will give you the house free and clear and have set up a trust for Amanda to cover her expenses.

"Bring legitimate expense receipts to my attorney and he will pay the bills. As for you, you will have to get off of your lazy ass and get a job. I will not pay you a dime."

"I will take you to court," The mother screamed.

"Do it; I have enough on you that I am not worried about it. Let me warn you, if we do go to court, I will fight for full custody of Amanda and with the evidence I have of your treatment of Owen, I will win. I will also keep the house and that will leave your ass on the street."

The father walked out of the room and received a call that evening that the mother had signed all the papers without another word said.

I was with daddy every weekend and school all week. I liked how things were going until the day I got called to the Headmaster's office. I had been going to this school now for eight months. Shane was already there when I walked in. I was very nervous. What could I have done wrong?

The Headmaster stood, walked around his desk, and sat in one of the two chairs and ask, "Owen, please have a seat.

I sat down and asked, "Did I do something wrong, Sir?"

"No Owen, not all. There is no easy way to say this so I will just spit it out. Your dad has been arrested and is in jail."

I jumped out of my chair and cried, "Jail, why? My daddy would not do anything wrong."

"Please, Owen, sit back down and I will tell you everything I know." I sat down and he went on, "His lawyer called me and sent some stuff over to me. What I am being told is that money entrusted to your daddy's firm went missing. The government is filing charges against your daddy for the theft."

"NO… I screamed my daddy would not steal. He hates thieves. Once I took a candy bar from a store and got punished for it. It was the only time my daddy ever hit me. They are lying."

"I have only met your daddy that one time, but have talked to him many times, and I am with you. I don't believe it either. From what his lawyer told me, it looks like it was your father's partner that took it, but no one can locate him. So, they went after your father. He will be in jail till the trial so you will be staying on campus during the weekend for a while."

I was crying hard right now and Shane, who had been sitting in the corner, came over to me, picked me up and sat down in the chair with me on his lap. Part of me wanted to push him away, but another part wanted him to hold me tighter. He must have been reading my mind because that is what he did.

The Headmaster put his laptop on the desk and put one of those sticks in the hole on the side. A picture of my daddy came on the screen. "Owen, before I start this, you need to decide if you want me and Shane to be here for this. This was a personal message your daddy sent you. Shane has given me his word that what is said and seen in this office will stay in this office."

I turned and looked at Shane, "You promise? I don't want anyone to know."

"Little bro, I swear on my life that I would never tell anyone about this. I would never betray your trust."

I looked at the Headmaster and nodded. He pushed the play button:

***

"Hey son, by now the Headmaster has already told you that I won't be seeing you for a while. I am sure that you have already decided that I did not do what I am being accused of, and you are right; I didn't. They set the bail so high that I can't make it. They put a freeze on all of my money and assets.

I will be cleared of all charges, but it may take a while, but I will come back to you. Here is what you need to do for me, though. I want you to work hard in school and keep your grades up. Please don't make me worry about that when I already have so much on my plate.

Because of the precautions we took to protect you from your mother, they will now protect you from anyone knowing that I am your dad. Just be ok please, and work hard in school.

You know I love you with all my heart and I will be with you again real soon. I love you, son."

***

That was the end of the recording. I said out loud, "I love you too daddy." What no one knew was that those would be the last words I spoke for the next six months.

Chapter 17
Owen Try's to Take His Life

For the next six months, I didn't say a word to anyone. It was like as soon as my dad went to jail, I just couldn't talk anymore. It was like I forgot or something. I continued to do well in class as long as the teacher didn't ask me a question. I got in trouble at first for it, but the Headmaster told all of my teachers that there was a medical reason for my silence and not to count it against me.

I lost weight because I barely ate anything and that caused some real issues with medical. I lay naked on the exam table after the Doctor looked me over. The Headmaster was there with a worried look on his face, "Ok Doc, I need to know what is going on with him. He has not said a word since his dad's video."

"All I can tell you is that this boy is extremely depressed. I am not a shrink, but you don't really need to be for this one. From everything you told me, his dad was the center of his universe, and now he is gone. The boy doesn't care about anything enough now to live for."

"That makes sense, however, except for talking when called on, his grades have either stayed the same or improved."

"You told me that his dad asked him to work hard in school. The boy is fighting this depression while still trying to obey his dad. Is there anything we can do to get his dad here, or even a video call could help?"

"Don't you think I have already thought of that! His father parked him here not only for an education but to protect him from his mother. Now it seems like we are also protecting him from the Feds. Two months ago, they came here demanding the list of names and pictures of all the students. They threatened to have me arrested for failure to comply with their requests. I told them to have a seat in the waiting room and I would see what I could do. I made a few phone calls to a few of the parents, letting them know that the Feds are here and what they were asking. I asked them if they knew why. Many of these kids are here under a fake name to protect them from reporters and others that want to use these kids against their parents. Within twenty minutes, the agent's phones rang, telling them to get off the property."

"What did the agents do?"

"They, of course, were angry. They asked how I made that happen. I told them that I knew nothing of the boy that they were looking for, but that we did have children of many wealthy politicians and other government people who did not want their children's names given out. We protect their children from people like you, and they protect us from people like you. Needless to say, they left very angrily."

"I bet," He laughed, "So find me someone in the psychiatric field to help this boy. As it is, he is staying in medical this weekend with a central line in him and nutrition fed to him that way."

"Ok Doc, I will find someone to help him; you do what you can."

The Headmaster left and the Doctor came to me, sat in his rolling chair, and put his hand on my face. "I don't know how to help you come back from this, sweetie. I know you are hurting and maybe you don't know how to come back either. What I have to do now is to put a central line in your chest so I can get you some medicine that will help you. Then you are going to hang with me this weekend, ok."

I nodded. What else was I going to do. He had me lay on my back with a towel over my face. "Ok Owen, you are going to feel two small stings on the right side of your chest. Just stay still for me."

I felt the sting and it hurt, but I didn't move. Maybe he would do it wrong and I would just die, then it would be over, right? A few minutes later, he pulled the towel off and I had these things coming out of my chest with a clear tube attached that went all the way up to this plastic bag with what looked like milk in it. I started crying, missing my daddy and his milk. The Doctor picked me up and carried me to a room with a bed in it. He helped me into some underwear and covered me up.

He pulled this button off of the wall and attached it with a clip to the bed next to my left hand. Then he gave me a remote control and said, "The button on the left is a call button. Use it if you have to go to the bathroom or you need help. The other controls this tv right here. You can watch anything you want. This bag here contains a liquid food for you to help you get some strength and health back. We will also be bringing you in regular meals. On this table next to your bed is a menu. You can choose what you want, or we will just bring you something. Do you understand?"

I nodded again.

"Owen, no one should have to live like this. If there is anything I can do to help, I have left you a note pad and pen here also. You name it sweetie, and I will get it for you."

I grabbed the paper and pen and wrote down what I needed.

The Doctor took the pad and looked at it. "Owen, if I could bring your dad to you, I would have already done it."

He leaned down and kissed me on the cheek and left. I was deemed healthy enough to leave medical by Sunday night. I went back to my room and everyone asked if I was ok. I nodded, stripped to my underwear, and crawled under the blankets.

Shane came over to my bed and sat on the edge. "Owen, look at me, please." I turned and looked at him. "Have you had a bath this weekend?

I wanted to lie and say that I had, but he already knew the answer, so I shook my head no. He pulled down the covers and said, "Let's go."

He guided me to a shower instead of a bathtub. When he gave us showers, he would strip off his clothes so he could make sure we were getting clean. It was not a sexual thing, although in the beginning, I wished it were. After he stripped, he pulled off my underwear and we stepped into the shower. He washed me like he had done a hundred times already and helped me dry.

"Do you have homework?

I shook my head no, because I did it in medical. He said ok and handed me back my underwear, saying, "Go put some clean ones on, please."

For their part, Adam and Justice never teased me or got mad at me. They tried to help me but after a while they gave up and just acted like I wasn't there. Every once in a while, they would try to involve me in something, and I would just shake my head no.

It was about six months later that something happened. I woke up about two in the morning needing to pee. I walked into the bathroom to find a boy lying on the ground shaking. I ran back to my room and shook Shane awake.

"What… What is it, Owen?"

I tried pointing but he was still half asleep and not understanding me. Finally, I managed to say, "He…hel…Help!"

I pointed to the hallway and Shane said, "Show me, Owen."

I ran out of the room with Shane on my heels. We turned into the bathroom to find the boy on the ground, still shaking with blood around his head. Shane yelled out the door, "Code red!!! Code red!!!"

He ran back in and tried to keep the boy's head from hitting the ground. Within seconds there were four older boys in the bathroom. One boy ran out and came back saying, "Medical will be here in a minute."

By this time, working as a team, the boys had the kid's bleeding head wrapped in a towel and doing everything they could to help him from doing any more damage to himself. He finally stopped shaking just as medical entered and took over."

Shane stood up and said, "Ok, everyone back to bed, please. Give medical a clear path."

I walked back into my room, where Adam and Justice dove on me, whooping and hollering. Shane asked, "What is going on?"

Justice spoke up, "Hey, marshmallow head. How did you know about the boy in the bathroom?"

Shane was confused, "Owen told me; why?"

Adam was next, "Please repeat what you just said slowly."

"I said that Owen told me." Confusion broke away and a smile came to his face. "Owen told me!!!" He grabbed me and said, "You should be very proud of yourself Owen, you may have saved that boy's life tonight."

I got a surprised look on my face and ran out of the room, across the hall and into the bathroom where a guy from medical was cleaning the blood off the floor. I ran up to the toilet and peed for a long time.

I got back into my room, went to my bed, got under my covers, and said, "Goodnight."

The next morning, I was talking again, but I still didn't want to be around anyone more than I had to. Justice came up to me when it was just us in the room. "Are you ok now Owen? We were really worried about you?"

"No, I don't think I am ok. I know you and Adam have been trying to be my friends, but I just can't do it yet. I always feel like crying, and everything just feels… I guess that is it–it doesn't feel. I don't feel anything but sad. Please don't be mad, but I just don't think I can be friends yet."

"Ok, I don't understand it, but we will give you your space. Just know that we will be here when you need us. We told your dad that first day that we had your back, and I am not a liar." With that said, I ran crying out of the building to find a place to hide until class.

I was mad at myself because all morning I was so hungry. At lunch, I went into the dining room and asked the man if I could get a to-go tray. He gave it to me, and I left the lunchroom and ate outside.

A man came up to me and asked, "Are you Owen Wilson?" I nodded my head, "That' right, you are not talking. Well, my name is Dr. Butler and I am the school's Psychologist. Do you know what that is?"

"Yes, you're a head Doctor. I heard them talking about you in medical."

"I thought you couldn't talk?"

"I guess I found my voice last night during an emergency."

"Good for you my boy, that is half the battle. Can I ask why you are eating lunch out here instead of inside with your house?"

"Because I am sad, sometimes I just start crying. I just don't want to be around anyone. Sometimes I go down to the second floor and lock myself in the yelling room since no one hardly ever goes in there and it is the only place I can be alone."

"Why is it so important to be alone, Owen?"

"I don't know, really. I just hate being with people, I want everyone to leave me alone, and that includes you."

I grabbed my lunch and tossed it in the trash, then I grabbed my backpack and walked away from him and into the library. I found a corner and hid until the bell rang for class.

This is how I lived my life for another three months. I woke up, went to breakfast, classes, lunch, classes, dinner, and then the yelling room where I did my homework. Then I would take a shower, brush my teeth, and go to bed. Then repeat it all the next day.

Even though I could talk now, I rarely did. I answered questions when I was asked, but that was it. I was required to spend two hours a week with Dr. Butler but didn't talk much to him either. They put me on these pills for a bit, but they weren't helping; if anything, they were making it worse, and Dr. Butler pulled me off of them.

One day when I was in the yelling room, the door opened, and this older boy walked in wearing just his boxers. He looked to be maybe twelve. I noticed some hair in his pits when he lifted his arms. He just leaned against the wall and stared at me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You are Owen, right?"

"Yea, what do you want?" I asked and stood up.

He walked forward and hit me in the stomach and knocked me back down. "I know all about you. No one likes you or talks to you. So, I have decided to make you my bitch."

"I don't want to be your bitch whatever that is. Just leave me alone."

He grabbed me by the shirt and picked me up and punched me in the stomach again. "See, Owen, we are getting off to a bad start. You will be my bitch and you will like it. Let me be clear on this, I run this school, so I will know if you tell anyone about me. I will deny even knowing you and will only hit you where it won't leave a mark.

"You are the weird kid that everyone thinks is crazy, so no one will believe you over me. If I ever get asked about it, I will beat you and cause you pain like you have never known. Do you believe me?" I nodded my head that I understood.

He stood up and faced me and dropped his boxers. His dick was hard and stood out four inches with a few hairs around it. "Get on your knees, bitch."

I knew what he wanted me to do, and I didn't want to, but I was too scared to say no. So, I got on my knees like I was told.

"Now, this is going to be very simple, and I will explain it to you so even some stupid kid like you will be able to figure it out."

He walked right up to me and put his dick in my face. I turned my head to avoid it. He grabbed my shirt again and hit me again. I dropped to my knees in front of him again. "That was wrong bitch. You never turn your head away from my dick."

He put his dick in my face again and this time, I didn't turn. "Good bitch. Now, this dick and balls will become your best friends. I mean, since you don't have any others, so you might as well be friends with my dick."

He went on to explain what he expected me to do to him. I acted as though I knew nothing of gay sex, so he would not push it too far. He warned me about biting and using my teeth. He explained to me how he wanted his balls licked and then how I was to suck his dick. He even told me how he would be cumming in my mouth and that I was to swallow every drop, or he would beat me.

I was not worried about the sex. I mean, if he would have just asked, I might have done it. I was worried about how far he would take this. Would he want to put it in my butt too?

I took him in my mouth and gave what I figured was a horrible suck job, but he did cum and I swallowed it all, not that there was much. I hate to admit it, but he did taste good.

When he was satisfied, he pulled up his boxers, "Now that was not so bad, was it?"

"Please don't make me do it again, please it was awful." I cried.

"You see, Owen, I am horny all the time, so you will be helping me out every night. Only, from now on, you will come back from dinner, go to your room, and leave all your clothes there except your underwear. I will allow you your underwear as long as you are doing what you are told to do. If you say no to me or don't show, I will make you walk around naked all the time, are we clear?"

"Yes."

"Owen, I am a man and you will address me as Sir."

I was still very scared of this boy, so I didn't press it. I would have to figure out a way to get away from him. For now, all I could say was, "Yes sir."

This went on for three weeks till my ninth birthday. I was moved over to Tween Town and a new big brother named Bobby. Things did not improve at all; in fact, Kyle started getting rougher with me during our sessions.

I was in Tween Town for two weeks when Kyle told me his plans for my future. I was naked and on my knees in the yelling room. He had told me that a bitch doesn't wear any clothes while servicing its man. Kyle had just cum in my mouth and was pulling up his boxers. My underwear was in the corner where Kyle threw them.

"Bitch, I have got great news for you. I talked to my dad and he is going to arrange for you to spend next weekend at my house. We are going to have so much fun. I have some friends that I told about you and how much you love sucking dick. They can't wait to meet you. Then the fun begins. I have been using your mouth to get off for a month now, but you have a nice hole between those butt cheeks that my cock can't wait to try out."

"No, you can't do that to me. I have done everything you have told me to do. You can't put it in my butt and let your friends use me, please no."

"I am sad that you are acting this way. I think when we get to my house, I will have to do a little attitude adjusting."

"No, I won't go. I will refuse and you won't be able to do it to me."

"I guess you could, but I want you to think about what I will do to you if you don't go home with me this weekend. Think hard about this," He said as he left.

I just sat there naked and cried. When I was done crying, I put on my underwear, grabbed my books, and headed to the bathroom to wash my face and rinse out my mouth. I knew that there was only one thing I could do to stop Kyle and all the sadness inside.

The next day I took a razor blade from art class and hid it in a book. Once all the classes were done and everyone was at lunch, I went into my house, stripped to my underwear and headed to the showers. I sat in a corner with the razor blade in my hand. I screamed as I slit one wrist and then the other. I watched the blood run out and knew that soon all the pain and sadness would be over.

I was feeling very sleepy and cold. I thought I heard a scream and then saw Bobby trying to wrap my wrists with towels. When I didn't come to lunch, he came looking for me. I tried to push him away but didn't have the strength. He picked me up in his arms and ran with me all the way to medical. While we were running, everything dimmed and then went black.

You can't imagine the anger and sadness when I woke up to find I was still alive. Bobby was there watching tv with a hand on my covered leg. When he saw my eyes open, he ran out of the room and came back in with Dr. Butler and Dr. Jacobs.

Dr. Jacobs shined a light in my eyes that hurt, and I tried to avoid it. Then looked at me and said, "You are a very lucky boy. You lost a lot of blood but thanks to the quick thinking of Bobby here, you will make a full recovery.

They were all looking at me. I looked at my wrists then back at them. I rolled away from them and just cried. I am so stupid and worthless that I could not even kill myself right. Over the next few days, the nurse and the Doctor checked my wrists a lot and told me they were healing fine and there would only be a slight scar. Like I cared about a scar.

I would have to hide somewhere next time. Kyle would be waiting for me when I got out and I don't think I could deal with it again. Maybe I could just run away–it's not like anyone was going to look for me.

It was three days later and all I thought about was my next try at killing myself. Bobby came to see me at least three times a day. Tonight, he was having dinner with me. I don't know why, I have not said a word to him or anyone else since I woke up, but he came anyway. He would tell me what was going on in the school, as if I cared. However, tonight he was telling me a story that caught my attention.

"You should have seen it, Owen. Kyle was leaning over this kid that was just here for the day testing. I guess Kyle was saying some nasty stuff to that Cboy Timmy. Anyway, this Brian kid elbowed Kyle right in the balls, and then using the palm of his hand, brought it up real hard into Kyle's chin, knocking him to the ground. Then this little kid, just a little smaller than you, jumped on his chest and started hitting Kyle in the face. It took three Cboys to get the kid off Kyle and out of the dining room. I am not sure if that Brian kid is coming back, but I know Kyle isn't."

I sat up so fast that it scared Bobby a bit. Then I spoke the first words I have said in a while. "Is Kyle really gone? He isn't coming back?"

"Yes, he is gone, and he is never coming back. It turns out that he was bulling lots of kids, and that is one of those Zero Tolerance rules."

I started crying uncontrollably and almost fell out of bed. Bobby caught me and I threw my arms around his neck. "Owen, what's going on? Why are you crying?"

I hugged him tighter, "He hurt me so much Bobby, and said that he was arranging to have me go home with him for the weekend where he was going to let his friends hurt me. I just wanted it to stop."

Bobby pushed me back so he could look in my face. "Are you talking about Kyle? Kyle was doing things to you?"

I was worried because Bobby was looking really mad. "Yes, he was making me suck on his dick every night and was hitting me all the time. He told me if I said anything, he would beat me up more."

"Oh my god, Owen, why didn't you tell me? I would have protected you from him."

"No, you wouldn't have," I said, pushing him away from me. "No one cares about me. I am just the weird kid with no family."

Bobby pulled me towards him. "Now you listen to me, Owen. You chose to be left alone and we all honored that, but if you think for one second that I would have allowed him to hurt you, you would be very wrong." He stopped talking and turned green, "Oh my god, this is my fault. I am your big brother and I failed to protect you. I am so sorry Owen, how could I have been so blind." Then something that I could not believe happened. Bobby started crying.

I knew it was not his fault; how could he have known? Just then, Dr. Butler came into the room and was surprised to see Bobby and me crying. He pulled up a chair and asked, "What is going on here?"

Bobby looked at me. "You can tell him, or I will."

I shook my head no, but Bobby was not going to let this lie. "Well, Doc, I was just telling Owen about how that Brian kid beat up Kyle."

Bobby looked at me and I still was not talking. "What gives Bobby?" The Doc asked.

"Well Doc, it turns out the primary reason Owen tried to kill himself was that that dirtbag Kyle was raping him. He was also punching him if he said no."

The Doctor looked at me and asked, "Is this true, Owen?"

I nodded my head yes. The Doctor stood and pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. "Joe, I need you in medical now. I don't care that you just got home. You need to turn around and get back here now."

About ten minutes later, the Doctor came back in and sat in a rolling chair. "Ok Owen, as soon as the Headmaster gets here, I am going to ask you a bunch of questions about what happened. Because you were physically and sexually assaulted, I will need to record everything. If you think that there is something that you don't want Bobby to hear, you just let me know and I will stop and ask him to leave."

"I guess he already knows everything. It will be all over the house before I even get back there."

"Whoa, little brother. I would never do that to you or anyone. What is said in this room will never leave it through me. All I can give you is my word. I am not sure what good that is since you had my word that I would protect you and then let this happen to you."

I looked at him with tears in my eyes, "It is not your fault Bobby. I didn't tell you or even really talk to you, so how could you have known what Kyle was doing to me?"

With tears falling from his eyes, he said, "Because it was my job to know what was happing with you. Just because you didn't want to share it with me is not the problem. The problem is that I was assigned three nine-year old's to look after. It was my job to know where you were and what you were doing. You always came back in time to shower and get to bed, so I didn't check on you. I knew you were in the yelling room and I should have looked in on you every time."

The Doctor jumped in, "Maybe you dropped the ball on this one Bobby, and you should have checked on him; that is on you. However, you are sixteen and we assigned you a boy who has some issues without teaching or even talking with you about how to deal with them. That is on us. Now what I see is a young man who saved a boy's life and stuck by his side during his recovery. You could have walked away and none of us would have held it against you, but you stayed. For that, I am willing to let the past drop and tell you how proud I am of how you have handled this whole situation. Many boys would have walked away from Owen, especially after they heard about the gay sex."

"Yea, but that was not his fault. He was being forced by a boy who is bigger and a lot meaner than he is."

Just as Bobby was about to say something else, the Headmaster ran in wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and sandals. I had never seen him in anything but a suit before.

Over the next hour, the Doctor asked me many questions and recorded the whole conversation. I saw how mad Bobby and the Headmaster were getting as I described in detail what had happened to me.

The Headmaster sat on the bed next to me, "Owen, the first thing that we will need to do is call the police."

"Are they going to arrest me?" I asked in a panic. I had never watched cop shows on tv or ever had any contact with the police at all.

The Headmaster put an arm around my shoulders and said, "No Owen, they will just be asking you many of the same questions that we have asked you. They will, however, most likely be arresting Kyle."

In a panic, "No, you can't do that he will hurt me when he finds out."

Bobby jumped up, "Owen, he will never come near you again. If I ever see him again, I will beat him bloody."

The Headmaster said, "Calm down, both of you. Owen, like Bobby said, he will never get near you again. He is not allowed back on school grounds, ever… He is a problem you will never have to suffer through in the future."

I stayed in medical for a few more days. During that time, some of the boys came over from my house and said that they heard about Kyle bullying me, but no one said anything about the sex. I was a little nervous about it, but it turns out that there were others in the house that Kyle was tormenting as well. I don't know if there was sex involved in their encounters since no one went into detail.

I went back in the same room with Bobby and things were ok I guess. My sadness was still there, but my fear was gone. I still used the yelling room for some quiet time, but Bobby checked on me a lot.

About a week later, I was in the dining room standing in line to get our lunch. Bobby pointed out a boy at the Crossman table, "Look over there, Owen. That boy at the end of the table, that is Brian, the kid that took down Kyle."

I watched him as I carried my try to the table. He looked really sad at first, but after a bit, I watched him talking with the other kids and laughing. He was so cool.

When Bobby got up to talk to someone, I got up and walked over to Brian. "Excuse me Brian, would it be ok if I talked to you?"

"Sure, I guess. What's up?"

"I just wanted to thank you for helping me."

"I don't understand; when did I help you?"

"When you beat up Kyle." I showed him my wrists.

Brad saw what was happening and came over. He got on his knees in front of me, "Owen, are you sure you want to talk about it?"

"Yes, I am sure."

"Ok, do you want me to explain the first part?" The boy nodded. "Brian, this is Owen. He just turned nine a few weeks ago. His dad is away, and his mom could care less about him, so he felt like he had no one to help him. His big brother in his house found him in the shower with his wrists cut." I could see the surprise on his face. "We had no idea why, and he would not say a word. He would not eat, so he was in medical with a tube connected to his chest for food."

Owen took over from there. "I was in Kyle's house, and he did things to me and told me if I told anyone, he would kill me. I was so scared; I thought the only way out was to kill myself, so I cut my wrist so I would die."

Bobby came up behind me and took over. "When I found Owen in the shower room and all that blood, I grabbed some towels and wrapped his wrists and carried him over to medical. This was the same day and just after you beat up Kyle. It took about a week before he would even respond to me. He finally told me what Kyle was doing to him.

I was so angry at myself. How could I have missed this; it was my job to look after him and I failed. The anger was so deep that I was ready to hunt that jerk down and beat him to death. I knew Kyle was a jerk, but I never knew how he was torturing some of the other boys."

I took a deep breath and went on. "This is Bobby; he is my big brother. When he told me, what happened between you and Kyle, and that you were like the same size as I am, I told him everything."

"I am so sorry that happened to you. I am still not sure why you are thanking me, though."

"Because if you had not beat up Kyle and got him kicked out of the school, I would have found a way to finish what I started and killed myself. Once I found out that Kyle was gone, I was able to tell Bobby what he did without the fear of Kyle hurting me anymore. As soon as the house found out, they all came to visit me and told me that they would never let anything happen to me again. So, thank you for freeing me" I went up to him and gave him a big hug, and kept saying, "Thank you for saving me," in his ear.

He hugged me back and said, "You are welcome. If anyone tries to mess with you again, you tell me, and I will kick their butt."

With the intervention of both of our big brothers, Brian and I became friends. I even broke my word to my daddy and told him what my daddy and I did together. He didn't judge me and even included me when he did things with Timmy. They both came to my house to play games and just hang out. We even went to a movie one weekend. Brian and I are in Drama and we worked on our lines together and did pretty good if I do say so myself, and I do. (Giggle)

But what really changed my whole outlook on things, was the time at lunch when Brian stopped at my table and asked me to come with him. He was going to do a video call with his family, and he wanted me to meet them. I couldn't believe he really wanted me to meet his family. The call was fun, and his brother Donny said that I was now his brother too. It was the best day I have had since my daddy went away.

One day I was talking with Dr. Butler. Yes, I said talking. Turns out he is a really nice guy and has really helped me through my sadness. One day during our session, I asked him if I could become a Crossman.

"Why do you want to be a Crossman, Owen?"

"Well, because I want to be with my friends mostly."

"I am not sure it would be possible. There is a lot more to being a Crossman then just hanging out with your friends."

I thought for a bit about how I wanted to say this. "Dr. Butler, you said anything I tell you in our sessions has to stay between you and me, right?"

"That is true, up to a point. If I think that you are going to do harm to yourself or someone else I have to act on it."

"Well… You're a Crossman, right?"

"Yes, I am. Why?"

"Well, I want to tell you something that is not about me hurting myself or anyone else, but I have to trust you to keep it between you and me."

"Ok, you have my word."

I went on to tell him about daddy's milk and how much I loved it and miss it. I told him that I am pretty sure that I know what goes on in the Crossman house and that I know they are drinking pee at meals.

"If what you think you know is true, why would you want to be a Crossman?"

"Because I want to be part of that. Not only will I get to be with the only friends I have ever had, but I will be getting all the daddy's milk I want."

"I will tell you what, let me think about it and talk it over with some others and I will let you know."

What I didn't know was that while I was going about my day, some people that I didn't even know were meeting with my daddy.

***

Daddy

I was escorted from my cell to the attorney visiting room where two men were waiting. The first was my lawyer and the other was a man that I had never met.

My lawyer was the first to speak. "Tom, this is Dr. Winters and he is here to do a phycological work up on you."

I watched as the Doctor pushed a small button on the top of his briefcase. If he were not deliberately showing me, I would have never seen it. "Why are we doing a psych workup?"

The Doctor answered, "We're not. What you just saw me do was activate a small signal jammer. What we are about to say, we don't want anyone hearing. As Frank told you, my name is Dr. Paul Winters and I am a Crossman. I am here today to talk about Owen."

I got a little excited but tried hard not to show it. They may be jamming signals, but the guards were still watching from outside the room. "Is he ok? I have been too afraid to ask for fear that they would find him."

The Doctor smiled, "Oh, they tried. They came to the school demanding the names and pictures of all of the students. What they didn't realize at the time is that there are a lot of students at this school with fake names. Their parents are high ranking officials in the governments of not only America but other countries as well. There are also children of the very rich and powerful going to this school. The school protects these children from anyone finding out who they really are. Once these parents found out about the investigation going on, all hell broke loose." This got a laugh out of the Doctor.

"So, Owen is safe?"

"Yes, from outside issues. However, there are some things you need to know."

He went on to describe Owen's attempted suicide, as well as his months of not talking. My heart was breaking. I could not imagine how bad it must be for my little chatterbox to go silent. He then went on to tell me about the forced sexual assault that led to the suicide attempt.

"How could you have let this happen?" I stood and yelled loudly. This brought the guards in.

"It's ok guys; he just got some bad news. Sit down Tom. It's ok; you guys can go back outside, please." Frank said.

"Ok, but Mr. Jackson, if you come out of that seat again, I will be forced to end this meeting and you will be locked down."

"You are right, Dawson. It will not happen again; I'm sorry," I said, and the guards went back outside and closed the door.

"Now," the Doctor continued, "We dropped the ball on this and should have seen it coming. We knew he was depressed about losing you and we were working with him on it. We didn't know he was being assaulted or we certainly would have put a stop to it. Owen is Ok now and doing much better. The boy that did it is in jail. Let me tell you what happened with him…"

He went on to tell me about the little boy that took the kid out and about how the boy was not a Crossman at the time. He told me how this nine-year-old boy took a train by himself to find FSB and begged to become a Crossman. He went on to tell me how the boy and Owen had become great friends and how he let Owen join him and his best friend. "So, Owen is doing well now."

"I am so glad to hear that."

"Now we come to the point of my visit. At this time, I am going to ask your lawyer to step out." The Doctor said.

"Why does my lawyer have to step out?"

"Because what I am about to say is confidential and is for your ears only. If, after you hear what I have to say, you want him back in, then I will continue with him here."

"Frank, this is my son, and I have to know what this is about. Do you mind?"

My lawyer stood and said, "Of course not, I will be outside if you need me."

Frank knocked on the door, and when it was opened he stepped through it and the door closed again. The Doctor continued.

"During his talk with my colleague at FSB, Owen has asked to become a Crossman, partly because his friends are, and partly because he knows or thinks he knows what the Cboys do. In order for him to become a Crossman, you have to approve of it and become one yourself."

"Why do I need to become a Crossman? From what you have told me about this Brian kid, his parents are not Crossman."

"That is true, and we are not sure how we are going to handle it when his parents get back. The real difference here though, is that his dad was not having sex with his son."

I felt like I was going to have a heart attack. I never thought Owen would tell someone about what we did together. My only thought was that I would lose him forever because of this.

The Doctor put his hand on mine and said, "Every scenario going through your head right now is wrong. You will not lose your son over this, you will not be prosecuted for this, and your son only told my colleague because he was so lost and alone that everything just came out. You should know that everything Owen has told him is confidential. I know about it because, in order for you to give your consent, you had to understand everything that happened."

"I am so confused by all of this. What is it you are after?"

"As I said, in order for Owen to be allowed to be a Crossman, you have to approve it. In order for you to approve it, you have to understand it…" He went on to tell me all about the Crossman and the social structure of their communities and households. When he told me how the children are raised to show respect and pleasure their fathers, I almost fell out of my chair.

"So, you see Tom, our social structure is not much different than the one you were already teaching your son."

"I see what you are saying, but I want my son to understand that sex is pleasure; I don't want him to be a slave to it or forced to perform as someone's bitch."

"You see, we are on the same page." He went on into more detail and the fear I had about this group being like the group I almost got involved with dissolved.

"Ok, so if I agree to this, and my son wants to go through with this, what is next?"

"Your son will go through a more thorough physical exam and then moved into the Crossman house. He will be expected to serve men as assigned. However, he will never be forced to do so. He will be protected at all times and will grow up with the future that you have always wanted for him. Will you agree to this and accept your place as a Crossman as well?"

"I am not sure I am totally comfortable with this, but what choice do I have with you knowing what you know?"

"Oh my, you took what I said as a threat. No sir, what I told you about what Owen said was not to force your hand. I only brought that up so you would not act surprised and outraged when I told you about the Crossman. If you would have said no, then we would have come up with a reason why Owen could not join the Crossman that had nothing to do with you, and we would have let it drop. With that information understood, I ask you again, will you allow Owen to become a Crossman with you becoming one as well?"

I was in turmoil; part of me was screaming not to allow it, while the other part was saying, this is Owen's future, let it happen. "Let's do it; you have my permission."

"Very good. You may not believe this right now, but this is the best thing for both of you."

We shook hands and he left.

***

BACK TO OWEN

I found out that Timmy was going home for the weekend and that our Drama teacher and her husband had asked Brian to come to their house for the weekend. I thought I was going to be alone until Dr. Butler came into the auditorium during Drama class. Brian told me to go talk to him.

"Hi Doc, what brings you here?" I asked.

"Well, it just so happens that you do."

"Me, what did I do?"

"Nothing, my boy, calm down. I wanted to know if you might be interested in coming to my house and hanging out with me for the weekend?"

I got so excited. I have not left this school since the last time I saw my daddy. I said a little louder than I meant to, "Really, I get to go home with you?"

He just laughed, "I guess if you want to. You should know that we will be having lots of fun but will also be doing some real honest talking. Will you be ok with that?"

"Oh yes, sir."

I ran back to Brian to tell him all about it. The next night after my last class, instead of going to dinner, I rushed back to my house. I thought it would be more crowded with all the kids going home. I found out later that most of the kids just wear their school clothes out to meet their parents. When I got to my room, Dr. Butler was sitting there waiting for me.

"You still interested in coming home with me this weekend?"

"Oh yea, you haven't changed your mind, have you?" I asked worriedly.

"Not a chance. Let's get you changed."

He helped me strip out of my clothes and get dressed in a pair of cargo shorts and a t-shirt. "Shouldn't I dress up a little nicer to go to your place?"

"This is a relaxing weekend, my friend. We will go get some dinner and after that, we will go to my place. We will watch a movie and then bed. Tomorrow we will spend most of our day on my boat fishing and swimming. We will also be doing a lot of talking."

I put on my socks and tennis shoes and we were out the door.

Chapter 18
The Weekend Is Over

Mr. and Mrs. Walters pulled into the school parking lot at the same time as Dr. Butler and Owen. I followed Mrs. Walters out of the Jeep. Mr. Walters came around the other side and with my suitcase. I must admit that I was a little sad that the weekend was over so soon.

"What's the sad look for, munchkin?" Mr. Walters asked.

"I just had such a great weekend that I am sad it is over."

"After all the yard work you did this morning, I figured you would have been happy to get back to school."

"I liked the yard work. Donny and me had to do yard work not only at our house, but at the church too. I hated it at the time, but now I miss doing it with my family. Doing it with you guys made me feel like I had a family again. I know that I still have a family, but they are so far away."

Mrs. Walters got down on her knees and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. "Brian, if you will let us, can we be your family until your family gets back?"

"Really, you would really want to be my temporary family, like for reals?"

Mr. Walters kneeled down, "If you will let us."

I started dancing around singing, "I've got a temporary family, I'm not alone."

They were laughing so hard that none of us saw Owen and Dr. Butler walk up. As soon as I saw Owen, I grabbed him in a hug, "Owen, I missed you so much."

He hugged me back, "I missed you too goofball, what are you dancing around about?"

"Oh, nothing. I just had a really great weekend and now I am with one of my best friends. It is a great day."

Owen then ran his hand through my hair and said, "Wow, nice haircut."

"Thanks, Bill's mom did it this weekend."

Dr. Butler said, "Come on Owen, I need to get you checked back in."

As they started walking away, I said, "Owen, once you're done, come to the Crossman house and we can sit in the talking room and catch up."

"Ok Brian, I will meet you there."

Mr. Walters asked, "Why didn't you tell him why you were dancing?"

"Because it wouldn't be nice. Owen doesn't have any family here either. I would not want him to feel bad to find out that you were going to be my temporary family when he doesn't have one."

Mrs. Walters wrapped me in another hug and said, "Just when I think that I could not be any prouder of you, you do something like that." She gave me a real loud wet kiss on the cheek.

Other kids around were laughing. Although I really didn't care, I had to make it look good, so I pulled back, wiped my cheek with my hand and said, "Oh Ma, you are embarrassing me in front of all the guys."

They both laughed and then guided me to the gate where they checked me in. We said our goodbyes, with more hugs, and I headed for Crossman House.

I was almost there when I heard one of my favorite sounds, "BBRRRIIIAAANNN," I turned to see Timmy running after me.

I dropped my suitcase, well Timmy's suitcase, and ran to meet him. I owed him, so doing the math in my head, I hit him at the correct angle to knock him onto the grass instead of the sidewalk. I had him locked in a death hug saying, "Oh Timmy, I missed you so much."

"What is wrong with you, nutbag, you just saw me yesterday."

Hamming it up I said, "Oh that was so long ago."

We both fell over laughing and the others kids that saw the whole thing were laughing with us.

We headed for the house, picking up my bag on the way. When we went inside, I headed for the meeting room off to the right of the entry doors. The guys in all the houses called them talking rooms because that is what you did in them. Sometimes you played games with kids from other houses.

"Where are you going?" Timmy asked

"Come with me, Owen is waiting in the talking room."

We found Owen in the first room, gave each other fist bumps, and took our seats. I stood and walked around Owen, looking at him from different angles.

"What are you doing, Brian?" Owen asked.

"I was just checking you out. I figured you would have a smaller head after spending the weekend with the head shrinker." I tried to keep a straight face, but Owen started laughing, then Timmy, and that was it for me, I lost it. "Really, how did it go?" I asked, taking my seat.

"It went great actually. He was in my room when I got there, after my last class. I grabbed some dress clothes, but he took them away and had me wear shorts, t-shirt, socks, and tennis shoes. He helped me pack a small suitcase that Bobby left for me, and then we headed out. First we went to a Mexican restaurant and had some really good tacos."

"Did you guys talk about the… Well you know?"

"No, not then, we just talked about his family, and mine. We talked about my mom and dad. We talked a lot about my sister and the things we liked to do."

"Was it like your therapy sessions?" I asked.

"No, not at all. We were just having a conversation, nothing too deep. He told me how he grew up a Crossman and about his family. After dinner, we went to his house. It is really cool on a big piece of land overlooking the lake. We took showers and got ready for bed. We both put on our boxers and a t-shirt. Then we sat down and watched this old movie called Caddyshack. I thought it was going to be stupid, but I was laughing through the whole thing. It was so funny; I mean it had this gopher that made this weird guy crazy as he tried to kill it." It must have been really funny because Owen was laughing so hard.

"We should try to get it and watch it." Timmy said.

I jumped in with, "I bet there is a copy in the library."

With that settled, Owen continued, "After the movie we went to the room I was using, and he tucked me in. I didn't really need to be tucked in you know, I am not a baby. The thing is that I have not left this school since before my dad got arrested, and I am not going to lie, I liked it when he tucked me in and kissed me on the forehead. It felt good."

"I sure don't think you are a baby Owen, both the Walters kissed me good night, and it felt like I had a family again."

"I sure don't think you're a baby. My dad always tucks me in with a kiss goodnight, and I get kisses from my brothers too. If that is being a baby, I can live with it."

Once we agreed, Owen continued his story. "Oh my god guys, on Saturday he woke me up at four thirty in the morning, on a Saturday! Who wakes up that early on the weekend? I almost suggested that he get HIS head examined, but I didn't. He said the fish are awake so let's get after them. I had no idea what he was talking about. He had me dress in swim trunks and flip-flops, then we headed down to the lake and got on this really nice boat. He took us out to the center of the lake and dropped the anchor. Then he sprayed this stuff all over me for bugs and sun. He pulled out two fishing rods and a box full of worms. I had never held a worm before , but thought it was cool, until I saw him put a hook through it a few times. I was glad I hadn't had breakfast yet or it would have been all over the boat."

"I have been fishing a few times and didn't like it. My brothers are good at it and hunting. I would rather stay home locked in a box in the basement then do either of those activities," Timmy stated with a giggle.

"I am with Timmy, but then again, I have never done either of those things. Did you put a worm on the hook?"

"No, I started to, but I just couldn't do it. Doc loaded up the hook as he called it and taught me how to cast. I am really good at that. Then we sat and had some real talks about how I was feeling and if I was still thinking about hurting myself."

I guess I looked a little panicked when I ask, "You're not, are you?"

"No, I guess I haven't since the day I talked to you in the dining room. I told the Doc that I am feeling really good with you and Timmy as my friends. I know this will sound girly, but I told him that if I felt that sad again that I could talk to you guys and you would not make fun of me."

"That's not girly, that is true. I know, I have had some real bad days since I have been here, and I am lucky that I had Tyler and Timmy to help me through it."

"Yea dude, we got your back, just like we know you have ours."

We all wiped away a tear and Owen continued with his story. "We spent most of the day on the lake. I caught three fish, but they were all too small to keep so we threw them back. We ate lunch on the boat and straightened everything up and put the fishing gear away. Then you know what that nutcase did? He said he wanted me to see something really cool and had me lean over the side of the boat. I was looking in the water trying to see what he was talking about and he pushed me in!"

That got Timmy and me laughing like crazy. "Not funny guys, I could have drowned. He never asked if I knew how to swim."

Through our laughter, Timmy asked, "Did you drown?"

"No, but he thought I did. What he didn't know was that I could swim. I went under the boat and came up on the other side. He panicked and jumped in after me. I got back into the boat and was just staring at him when he came up for air." This had us laughing so hard again.

"He was not happy with me and told me how I scared him to death. I told him he shouldn't have thrown a child into the water if he didn't know if he could swim. He climbed onto the boat, picked me up and threw me back in. When I asked him why he did that, he just said, 'Because I knew you could swim.' We laughed a lot and had a great time."

Once Timmy and I got our laughing under control, Owen went on, "We went in about four o'clock. We cleaned up the boat and then started cooking burgers on the grill for dinner. As we were eating dinner, I told him that I wanted to be a Crossman. We talked about why and then we talked about what it meant to be a Crossman and how my life would be very different than it is now. I told him that it is not so great now. He promised that he would look into it and to give him some time."

"I bet you are over here by the end of the month," said Timmy.

"How was your weekend Brian?" Owen asked.

I told him about the Waffle House, the four wheeling, and the party where Bill's mom and Mrs. Walters tricked me into getting my hair cut. I told him about the great food and the games. I left the sex stuff out though. I told him about all the yard work this morning and what a great weekend I had.

Next was Timmy. "We didn't do a lot this weekend. We also did some yard and housework. On Saturday, my brothers took me to a movie, bowling, and then met my dad at the party. After we got home we laid around and watched a movie." I know Timmy left out a lot of activities, just like I did.

"I have to get going guys, Bobby will be sending out the dogs soon." We gave our hugs and walked Owen home before we headed in ourselves.

Owen

I left the Crossman House feeling pretty good about the whole weekend. I went up to our room and Bobby was there with Adam and Travis. "How did it go Owen, did you have a good weekend?" Bobby asked.

"Man, it was the best." I told him the story the same way I told Brian and Timmy.

Bobby smiled and said, "I am happy you had a great time. He sure dropped you off late."

"No, he dropped me off on time, I was over at the Crossman House with Brian and Timmy, talking about our weekends."

Adam jumped up and got right in my face, "I just can't believe you. I have tried to be your friend for over a year now. I have stuck by you through all your shit, and you decide to be friends with those freaks." I could not believe that he was so mad, but now I was getting upset with him calling my friends freaks. "I HATE YOU, ASSHOLE!!!" He yelled and ran out the door.

I lost my anger and felt the darkness, as Dr. Butler called it, starting to seep in. I started crying and Bobby tried to calm me down. I stopped crying and stood up. I could see the worry in Bobby's face as I ran out of the room. I hit the stairs at full speed, I needed to get out of there. Just as I hit the doors to the outside, I was grabbed around the waist, lifted up and carried kicking and screaming into a talking room and put forcibly into a chair.

Bobby grabbed another chair and was blocking the door, so I had no way out. After a few minutes of staring at each other, I was actually calm, "I need you to let me out of here Bobby and leave me alone. You can't hold me here."

"You are so wrong, little brother. You have a history, so I will hold you here, or take you to medical, but I will not leave you alone. Tell me what you are feeling right now."

"Ok, fine Dr. Bobby," I said. After the weekend with the Doc, I just don't care if he knows. "I had a wonderful weekend, the best one since I lost my daddy. I should have known that my happiness would not last."

"Let's talk about what just happened. Adam has been by your side since you got here. You, Adam, and Justice were inseparable, till you lost your daddy. You fell into a depression and two little boys lost their friend even though he was still in the same room. Those two lost you, but you never lost them. When you were moved from Littles to Tween Town, Adam insisted that he continue to share a room with you. He sat with Shane and I in this very room and told us why this was important to him. He told us that he liked you from the first meeting and wanted to be by your side when you came back so he could have his friend back."

This is when I went from calm to crying like a baby. "I didn't know that."

"You're not stupid, and you have only been mentally back for a few weeks, you would have figured it out. What he said to you was wrong and I will have a talk with him about it, but I will ask you the same question he did. Why is it that you feel you can only be friends with C-boys?"

"It's not really that I can only be friends with C-boys. I am just feeling right for the first time in a long time. I am afraid to let anyone else in and mess that up."

"Do you think that you could give some time to Adam, I think he has earned it?"

"Yes, I will work on it. There is something you should know though."

"What's that?"

"I have asked Dr. Butler to have me moved into the Crossman House."

"Why in god's name would you want to go there. You know the rumors of the stuff that the men do with the C-boys."

"And you believe that?"

"Yes, I think I do."

I sat up straight, yes, I knew exactly what goes on in the Crossman House, but now I need to convince Bobby he was wrong. "Ok then, I will be the devils abidcut."

"The what?"

"The devils abidcut. Dr. Butler said it is when someone takes the other side in an argument to test the strength of the opposing side."

Laughing Bobby said, "You mean devil's advocate."

"That's what I said."

"Ok, show me why I am wrong, but know I am real good at debate."

"I have two friends that are both C-boys. The first is Timmy, now he has been a C-boy all of his life, so if what you are saying is true, then we have to take him away because there is no way that I could prove that you are wrong using him."

Nodding his head, "I accept and agree with your assessment."

"That takes us to Brian. Brian is super smart, and he hated his old school because the classes bored him. He, on his own, went looking for something better, and he found FSB."

"Again, point accepted. I have heard how smart Brian is so I will concede that point."

I was feeling good now and was on a roll. "So, Brian, being as smart as he is, found FSB and talked to his favorite teacher about it. Mr. Walters is a Crossman and told Brian that if he did well on his entrance exams he may be able to score a Crossman scholarship. Brian, knowing that his parents would not just accept a boarding school that would take him away from home, snuck up here and took his tests without anyone knowing."

"Another point scored. I heard all about Brian riding the train all the way from Milbourn, by himself."

"So, here you have a kid with a very high IQ coming to a school and joining the Crossman, without knowing they were going to have sex with him? I think not, but wait, there's more. His father was the minister at the church in town."

"That is what I heard as well. Point accepted."

So, knowing that, do you honestly believe that this religious man would have let his nine-year-old son go to a boarding school without checking it out? Did your dad put you here without checking it ten ways to Sunday?"

"Very good Owen, you have shown me that I made a mistake by getting you into drama instead of debate. You have made valid points. Yes, to your question, my dad did have the school checked out before he sent me here."

"I bet almost all of the parents check the school out before sending their kids here. What you are suggesting is that men having sex with a whole house full of boys never got caught in anyone's investigation?"

"Ok, I give, you proved your point."

Man, was I feeling good now. "My next question to you is, will you be mad at me if I move to the Crossman House?"

"No, I won't get mad, I would miss you though."

I walked over to him and wrapped him in a hug, "I will miss you too. You will still be my friend though, won't you?

"Always, little bro."

We went back upstairs, and Bobby stopped in the office. I went to my room expecting to find Adam there. However, only Travis was in our room. He said that Adam is in the yelling room, still very angry.

Bobby

I stopped in the office on the way back to our room. I figured that I had better call Dr. Butler and let him know what was going on. I picked up the phone and dialed five, seven, three, nine. This was the extension to get through to the Doctor.

It rang three times and the Doc answered. I told him what happened. "I need to ask something Doc. Are you really planning to move Owen into the Crossman House?"

"Yes, I think that we are. With his special needs, I think the Crossman structure would be the best fit for him. Because of what he did, he should have been sent to Bossvile for a while, until we were sure that he is ok. This was the only way I could keep him out of there."

"Man, last thing that kid needs is to be put in a mental hospital"

"I agree; that it why we are going this route. Don't tell him, but his father has already signed off. It will probably happen sometime next week."

"That sucks for me, because I am going to miss him."

"I know Bobby, but we have to do what is best for Owen."

"You're right Doc. See you tomorrow."

I still didn't like the idea, but I knew in my heart that Doc was right. I walked back to my room only to find Travis there. "Where are Owen and Adam?" I said a little more panicked than I meant to.

"Adam was pissed so he went to the yelling room. When Owen came back he asked where Adam was and when I told him, he left."

"You told him, when you knew they were fighting?"

"Sure."

"Oh crap." I said, as I ran out of the room.

OWEN

I left my room after talking to Travis. I wanted to talk to Adam, although I am not sure he will talk to me. I found him in the yelling room, sitting against a wall. His eyes were red from crying and his nose was running. I entered the room and sat against the opposite wall. I didn't say anything and just waited for him to start.

We stared at each other for a few minutes when Adam said, "I am sorry for what I said, but it isn't fair. You were my friend, you me and Justice were like the Three Musketeers one day, and the next day you were gone. I knew you were so sad and I wanted to do something to help, but you would not talk to me, but I stuck it out because I knew when you got over being sad, you would be my friend again." He started crying and tried not to.

"I guess I didn't realize you still wanted to be friends. For almost a whole year I was so sad and would not talk to anyone, I guess I just figured that you moved on with better friends. I didn't know till just a little bit ago that you requested to be in the same room as me."

"I wanted to be there for you, when you came back."

"Why, we were only friends for a few months when I stopped talking. I don't understand why you still want anything to do with me. The only reason I thought you and I ended up in the same room together is because it was what we were assigned."

"I thought about not being your friend lots of times, but what kind of friend walks away from a friend who is suffering. I talked to my parents about it a lot, hoping that they would tell me to move on. All they would say is that I needed to listen to my heart. They told me that if I could walk away and not feel bad about it, that I should do it. My heart would just not let me."

I got up and moved over to where Adam was sitting and sat down next to him, "Adam, I am so sorry for what I put you and Justice through. I saw you there and I so wanted to reach out to you, but what did I have to offer? Most of my thoughts were either missing my dad or wanting to end my life so the sadness would stop. I hated feeling that way, but could not come out of it. I didn't want to die then, but just thought how peaceful it would be."

"So why did you finally do it?"

"I guess it was just what Kyle was doing to me and threating to do to me, that convinced me that it was the only way out."

He turned to me and asked, "Why didn't you tell me, I would have helped?"

"I couldn't find the words or the courage to tell anyone. I am glad I didn't tell you. If Kyle would have found out I had a friend, he would have hurt you too."

"I know that he hurt you, but what did he do?"

"It don't matter, he is gone, and I am in a better place now. Dr. Butler, Brian, and Timmy helped me through that."

Adam got mad again and yelled, "WHY THEM AND NOT ME? IT ISN'T FAIR!"

I grabbed Adam in a hug and just held him till he pushed me off. "I am sorry, I never meant to hurt you. I found Brian because of what he did to Kyle. I guess he just looked six feet tall to me. There was just something about him that made me need to have him as a friend. Timmy was just part of that package I guess."

"But I want to be your friend too."

"I would like to be your friend too, but before you decide, you should know that I think I will be moving over to the Crossman house."

"Why?" He whined.

"Because with everything that has happed, and because of what I tried to do to myself, Dr. Butler thinks it would be better for me. Just because I am moving doesn't mean we can't be friends. I have been friends with Brian and Timmy. Please let me be your friend again."

"Ok, we can be friends, but you better not leave me again or I will kick your butt."

We giggled and gave each other a big hug. That is when the door flew open and I peed my pants. I was so sure that it was Kyle. I laid down and curled into a ball and cried, "Please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me, please don't hurt me."

BOBBY

I ran from my room to the yelling room as fast as I could. I was sure that there was going to be a fight. I got to the room and pulled open the door fast. At first, I saw Adam and Owen hugging, and then Owen without looking to see who it was, curled up into a ball and begged not to be hurt again.

"What is wrong with you stupid, look what you did," Adam yelled.

I headed towards Owen and Adam got between us ready to fight. "Adam I am sorry I didn't mean to scare him."

"But you did, so stay back." Adam leaned over Owen and whispered in his ear and rubbed his back. After a few minutes, Owen stopped his chant of 'Please don't hurt me" and started just crying.

I walked very slowly over to towards Owen and asked, "Adam please let me help." He looked at me, I could tell he was still pissed at me, but he let me in. I sat down and pulled Owen onto my lap and just held him, "Owen buddy, I am so sorry for scaring you like that. I thought you and Adam would be fighting. He was so mad when he left the room. I thought for sure that you guys would be fighting."

Adam said, "That is just dumb, he's about to be a Crossman, and they are not allowed to fight."

I laughed and asked Adam, "Are you ok with him becoming a C-boy?"

"Yea, I guess; he said he would still be my friend."

I adjusted Owen so I could look him in the eyes, and he was still crying. "I said I was sorry. Why are you still crying?"

He whispered in my ear. "I peed myself."

"What?"

"He peed himself, bonehead. You scared him so bad he peed himself."

Owen looked at Adam and asked, "You knew?"

"Of course, I knew, I can smell the pee."

I picked up Owen and put him over my shoulder and took him to the showers. I stripped him out of his clothes and threw them in the hamper. I started the shower and watched as a naked Owen and a naked Adam shared one shower.

BRIAN

Once we left Owen at his house, Timmy and I walked back to our house. We entered the common room and stripped off our clothes. There was a bunch of kids sitting at the table playing games or eating. I left my clothes with my suitcase and headed over to the Kitchen. I grabbed a cup, got some milk out of the refrigerator, and poured some into the cup. Timmy put his cup next to mine and I poured some for him as well. He grabbed some Oreos out of the cookie jar, and we sat at the table, dipping our cookies into the milk and trying not to make a mess. When we were done, we cleaned the table where we were sitting, rinsed out our cups, and put them in the dishwasher.

We grabbed our stuff and headed up to our room. Tyler and Tristen were sitting there talking. Tristen looked like he had been crying.

I sat on the bed next to Tristen and asked, "What's wrong, why are you crying?"

He just looked at Tyler and the tears started flowing. Tyler said, "Guys, something has come up that we need to talk about."

Timmy moved to the other side of Tristen, looking worried and asked, "What happened, are you all right?"

Tyler said, "Nothing bad has happened, an opportunity has opened up for Tristen and he is worried that you two will be mad at him for it."

"I don't get it, I thought we were friends. Why would you think we would be mad at you?" Asked Timmy.

Again, Tyler answered, "Do you guys know Dimitri in Jr's room?"

I started laughing, "He is funny, he does great impressions of teachers and the Headmaster."

"I have heard them, and yes they are funny. Well, his dad was the Russian Ambassador to the US. He has been recalled back to Russia and this will be Dimitri's last week."

I looked at Tristen and said, "I am sorry; I guess I didn't realize that you two were that close."

"They are not, but Tristen and Ralf are."

Timmy looked just as confused as I felt. "I have about a million questions, but maybe you guys can get to the point before Brian and I are old enough to vote."

That brought a smile to Tristen's face and he said, "Ralf and I have been best friends all of our lives. We were born only a few days apart and our moms are best friends. Well, we always wanted to room together but it never worked out. Now I have a chance, but I don't want you guys to be mad at me."

Timmy and I looked at each other and started laughing like crazy. I said, "I thought you were going to tell us someone died."

Timmy added, "Or that you were going to Russia with Demetri. Man, you are stupid, Tristen."

"Hey, that was not necessary." Tyler said.

"I think what he meant was that it was stupid to think we would be mad. Sure, we don't want you to move, but you are only going to be two doors down. It's not like we won't see you again."

"Yea, you are our friend and you are going stay our friend even if you don't live in the same room."

"You really mean it guys, you're not mad? I was so scared you would hate me."

"Nah, we don't hate you; we love you fathead," Timmy said as we both dove on him and started giving him wet kisses all over his face.

He was laughing, which got Timmy and me laughing, which got Tyler laughing. Once we all calmed down, Tristen looked at me and said, "Great haircut. I bet Bill's mom did it huh?"

"Yea, she and Mrs. Walters forced me to do it, but you saw it at the picnic, we were mounted right next to each other."

"Brian, I love getting mounted, and your hair was not what I was thinking about"

"They may have forced you at first, but you were strutting around the picnic showing it off." Tyler said.

"Maybe, but I have always hated my hair and weight. Now my hair looks good and I feel better with it like this."

Timmy said, "I like the way you look. I am the one whose ribs you can count, how ugly is that?"

Tristen looked mad, "Stop it both of you. You both look great, not as great as me, but still good." He started giggling.

The three of us went and took a shower. When we came back, I got my tooth brush out of the suitcase and I unpacked the rest. Tyler took the case back to the closet and I went and brushed my teeth. My stomach was hurting a little bit, but I figured that was from the cookies and milk.

I woke up not feeling very well. Even Timmy noticed when he tried to mess with me at five thirty. Instead, he sat on the bed and asked, "Brian, you don't look very good, are you ok?"

"Yea, just a bit of a headache."

"Let's go take a shower and see if that helps. I'll be right back."

I got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to pee. As I was going, it kinda hurt. When I came out of the bathroom Timmy and Tyler were there waiting for me. Tyler asked, "Are you ok?"

"Yea, just a headache and feel kinda crummy."

"I think if we go take a shower he will feel better."

"Ok guys, forget about your cunt cleaning today and go get a shower. If you still feel sick afterward let me know, we may need to get you to medical."

"Give me a break guys, it is just a headache." I didn't want to be a baby, so I didn't tell him about the pain when I peed.

Timmy and I went to take a shower and I did feel a lot better after that. When we got back to our room, Tyler gave me two Tylenol and some water. I grabbed my toothbrush and went back to the bathroom to brush my teeth. When I was done, I grabbed my robe, shoes, socks, and backpack and headed downstairs to get dressed.

As I was waiting in line, I felt hungry, but my stomach felt upse,t so I just got a piece of bacon, and some toast. I drank down my golden water, ate my toast and half of my piece of bacon. Then it was on to class. The day was going good and I was feeling a little better. At lunch, I ate light again and Tyler gave me another two Tylenols. I was still feeling yucky, but not a real issue until I had to pee again and it hurt a little more than this morning.

After my last class, I found Timmy outside the dining room, "Hey Timmy, I am still not feeling very good. I am going to go lay down for a bit before my appointment."

"Ok buddy, do you want me to bring you anything?"

"No, I just need to lay down for a bit and I will be fine."

"Ok, I will see you back at the house."

I went to the house and after hanging up my clothes, I laid down. I was having this pain in my stomach as if I just got kicked in the balls. Laying down felt a lot better than standing up.

About forty-five minutes later Tyler, Timmy, and Tristen came into the room. Tyler came over to my bed and asked, "How are you feeling Brian?"

"I am feeling better now that I am laying down."

Tyler felt my head, "You are still a bit on the warm side. I think you are staying in tonight."

I started to get up and Tyler pushed me back down which didn't help the pain in my stomach. "Tyler, I can do it."

"I am sure you can, but you're not going to. Timmy and Tristen, let's get you ready for your appointments."

"I think I should stay with Brian," Timmy said.

"You know I will not force you to go to your appointment, but Mr. Cole waits all week just to be with you. Do you think it is fair to disappoint him like that? He is always nice to you and treats you better then you deserve." Tyler said with a smile.

Timmy hit Tyler on the arm and said, "Oh buddy, I deserve it because I am awesome," Timmy giggled.

"Good, then get into the CCR and get ready."

"Brian, if you need me to stay, I will." Timmy said.

"No, I know how much you like Mr. Cole. You need to enjoy it while you can, because once he has a chance with me, there is no way he will want you anymore."

Timmy got this fake mad look on his face and said, "If you weren't sick, I would tickle you to death for that remark. Just know I won't forget it." He laughed as he left the room.

"Brian, you stay put. I am going to clean the guys, and then call The Doctor and let him know you are sick."

"No Tyler, please don't call the Doctor. I will be ok."

"I am sure you will, but policy says that he has to be informed. If you still feel bad tomorrow we will be going to see him."

"Ok, fine."

***

Tyler left to do his thing. I grabbed my book and started reading. As long as I didn't move too much I was fine. I guess I fell asleep because I never saw the guys come back in.

Then all heck broke loose. About two o'clock in the morning I woke up screaming at the top of my lungs holding by balls. I felt like I was just kicked so hard that I actually threw up all over myself and my bed.

Tyler was the first to me, "Brian, what it wrong," he said in a panic.

Through clenched teeth and crying eyes I said, "My balls Tyler, they hurt so much."

"Did you hit them on something?"

"Not that I remember."

Tyler looked at Timmy, "Could he have hurt them in PE?"

"No way. We only dressed out and did health class. We sat on the floor the whole time."

"Ok Brian, I think it is time to get you to medical. Timmy stay here with Brian. I will call the Doctor, and Tristen, run down to the supply closet and get the gurney."

"You don't want the wheelchair?"

"No, I don't think he could handle the wheelchair."

Timmy took hold of my hand and suffered as I squeezed his from my pain. He had tears in his eyes, "You will be OK Brian. The Doctor is the best, he will help you."

A few minutes later, Tristen pushed the gurney into our room. Tyler came in a minute later and picked me up, causing me to scream again. Once I was laid out on the gurney, Tyler, Timmy, and Tristen threw on their shorts and shoes. They covered me with a blanket and pushed me into the hallway. There were a lot of naked boys trying to see what was going on, some were even crying.

Jr and Paul came up to Tyler asking what was going on. Tyler said, "I am not sure, he just woke up screaming in pain. Can you guys please get everyone back to bed?"

"Of course, Jr said. Do you want me to watch Timmy and Tristen as well?"

"I would like to say yes, but there is no way I will be able to get either of these guys to stay here while I take Brian over."

"You got that right, bud." Tristen said.

Timmy said, "Even if I wanted to stay, which I don't, there is no way that Brian would let go of my hand."

"Well, that's settled." Paul said as he took charge. "Jr, help Tyler get through the house and outside while I help get the rest of these boys back to bed."

Tyler took one end of the gurney while Jr took the other and headed for the elevator. I heard Paul say, "Ok boys, the excitement is over. I want all of you back in bed. Room monitors get your boys settled. We will let you know what is happening with Brian as soon as we know."

We went down in the elevator, then across the Quad, and into the main building.

Chapter 19
What Is Wrong With Brian

Tyler

We got Brian to medical and stood back while the on-duty nurse took over. Well, Tristen and I stood back, Brian would not let go of Timmy's hand. The nurse asked many times, but every time Timmy would try to pull his had free, Brian would let out this horribly loud scream. I was glad we didn't have any dogs on campus, or they would be howling.

The nurse did the usual checks, eyes, nose, ears, temp, blood pressure. She seemed to take longer looking at his eyes and feeling his cheeks. She then got serious and ordered all of us, including Timmy into another room and then ordered us not to leave it. Brian screamed again, but the nurse was not having it and told him to knock it off. He did, but he was still crying. I don't blame him, I have known Nurse Nichols for three years and although she is really a nice person, she can be scary when riled. We waited in the other room for so long that we all fell asleep.

Dr. Jacobs

My phone rang at three thirty in the morning ,waking up my wife and I. Since I sold my practice, I don't often get those late-night calls. "Hello? Yes Mary, how can I help you?" I sat up in bed as she explained what was going on. "I don't think that there is anything to worry about, even if your suspicions are correct it should not affect the other boys. Give Brian 2mg of morphine and a saline drip." I listened as she went over Brian's vitals with me. "Ok Mary, I am on my way. I should be there as quick as I can."

I hung up the phone and got up to get dressed. I explained to my wife Hellen what was happening and while I was getting ready, she made me some coffee and put it in a travel mug. After all these years, I know that marrying that woman was the smartest thing I have ever done. I have no problem admitting that I married up.

I was on the road fifteen minutes later and pulled into the school forty-eight minutes after I got the call. I made my way to medical. Mary greeted me and took my coat and coffee. I found Brian asleep when I entered the room. The morphine must have done its job. I hate giving a child opioids, but sometimes I have no other choice.

"Here is his chart, doctor"

"Thank you Mary."

I took the chart and looked at what Mary has noted down for me. Mary is also a Crossman and has been my nurse and one of my closest friends going on thirty years now. I hate her working the night shift, but her husband Robert had a stroke last year. She has family that can watch him at night, but work during the day. So, Mary works nights and still keeps my office running like a Swiss watch. Her main concerns were that the glands in his cheeks were swollen, combined with the fever of one-oh-two point three, and the pain in his testes had her convinced that he had the mumps.

"I see why you would think that, and everything points to it, but he has been vaccinated."

"No, he hasn't Ron. I looked through his medical records and they show that he has never been vaccinated for them. It looks like because of other health issues the poor boy was suffering through, he would not have been able to handle it when he was younger. I understand that, but it looks like he was never given it later when his body could handle it."

"No, that is not possible." I looked through his file, which included the records transferred from his other doctor. How could I have missed it? "Mary, what about the boys who brought him over, we have to check their records."

"As soon as I was sure about what I found, I checked their files. They have all been vaccinated. I did a search of all the staff and boys in the school and it looks like Brian is the only one."

"Did you send the other boys back then?" She motioned me to follow her and quietly opened the door to the other room. All three of the boys were asleep. They were in the bed with Tyler in the center, Tristen, and Timmy on each side. Both boys were laying with their heads on Tyler's chest.

We backed out and closed the door. "I could not see a reason to wake them up. I also know that I would not have been able to send them home without a fight, so I just let them sleep." We walked back to the office where I grabbed my coffee. "Here is what I don't understand Ron, why is he having so much pain in his testes?"

I went over and uncovered Brian. I looked at his balls and felt them. Brian moaned as I felt and lightly squeezed, his balls were hard as rocks. Mary handed me the gel and the wand. She always knew what I needed before I did. I ran the ultrasound wand over Brian's testes, and he moaned some more. When I was done, I cleaned Brian up and covered him. I sat down to answer Mary's question.

"If you read his file, then you know he was nine weeks premature. I had a talk with his doctor and found out that he was only given days to live, but he beat the odds. His lungs formed and he was breathing on his own six weeks later. He was alert and responsive. They were sure he would be blind, deaf, or brain damaged. At eight weeks, he was going home. He was still a sick little boy, but there would be nothing they could do for him in the hospital. This may sound silly, but the doctor believed that it was his brother that pulled him through."

"I read about his brother, but he would have only been three at the time, how did he help?"

"What the doctor told me was that his brother, Donny, was at the hospital with his mom every day. He would spend the whole time talking to Brian, telling him stories he would make up, and telling him all the things they would do together when he got home. Once Brian could see, he never took his eyes off of Donny and would cry when Donny left to go home. From what Joe has told me, he and his brother are as close as two brothers can be. I heard that he threatened Tyler with bodily harm if anything happened to his brother."

"No way, his brother would only be twelve, right? How could he take a strong boy like Tyler?"

From the doorway we heard another voice, "He may only be twelve, but I believed every word he said to me," a sleepy Tyler said.

"Hey buddy, I thought you were asleep."

"I was Doc, but I needed to use the restroom and heard you talking about me. What's wrong with him Doc?"

"Well Tyler, I should not be talking to you about this, so it must stay in this room for now."

"Absolutely Doc. How bad is it?"

"Wel,l it looks like mumps. We won't know for sure till we see some blood work, but we are ninety percent sure that will be what we find."

"Wait a minute, I am confused. Don't we get vaccinated for that when we are babies?"

"Yes, in most cases. There are those parents that don't do it because they think it causes all kind of mental and developmental issues. All they are really doing is putting their child's and other lives at risk. However, aside from Brian, every other boy at this school has been vaccinated."

"Why wasn't Brian? Where is parents against it?"

"No, not at all. As a baby, he was very sick and had many health issues. I am sure that they planned on it but had to keep putting it off due to his health. Somehow, it fell through the cracks and no one realized that it had never been done. I should have noticed it, but I missed it."

"Still confused. Why would it hurt his balls so much?"

"Brian's issue is with his Tunica."

"What's a Tunica?"

"The Tunica is a dense layer of tissue which encases the testes and connects to the layers of fibers which surround the epididymis, the first in a series of ducts which transport sperm out of the testes and into the penis. Brian is a healthy, wonderful, nine-year-old boy, with the exception of his genitals. There he has a birth defect."

"I know that he has no real feeling in his dick, and it hurts when someone touches his balls."

"Correct. So, in most boys and men, the Tunica is flexible and expands and contracts with the swelling of the testis. In Brian's case it doesn't . The mumps would only make it worse because Brian's balls are swelling inside something that will not give. Think of your balls in a vise, they may swell up, but would have now where to expand to so instead of the vise just holding them, now it is crushing them."

With a panicked look on his face, "Well, do something, help him."

"I am not sure I can. This issue has been a long time coming, Tyler. My guess is that his balls are already dead and that they will have to be removed."

"Oh my god, that is horrible. I know that may be the wrong thing to say."

"Why is that?"

"Because Brian wants them removed. Because they hurt all the time, he wants them gone. He was planning to talk to his dad about it when he got back."

"Well, that may have to happen sooner. The Headmaster will try to get in touch with them today and let them know what is going on."

Brian

I could not believe the pain I was in when I woke up, but it does not hurt so bad now. I woke up again and found myself in the med center. Dr. Jacobs, a Nurse, and Tyler were talking about me. I had a needle in my arm hooked up to a bag above my head. There was something wrong with my dick too. I pulled up the covers to see a tube coming out of the end of it. I was freaked out.

I saw Tyler and he had just looked my way at the same time. He walked past the Doctor and Nurse heading my direction. "Brian, you ok?" he sat on the edge of my bed and took my hand.

"I hurt a lot Tyler and there is something in my dick." I said through tears.

"I know buddy, it's called a catheter. It collects your pee in a bag and keeps you from peeing the bed. Is there anything I can get you?"

"I want my mommy please."

"Brian, you know they are out of the country. The Headmaster will try to reach them, but who knows how long that might take."

"Can you get me my other mommy, Tyler?"

"Your other mommy, who is that buddy?"

"Mrs. Walters and my other daddy is Mr. Walters. They said they would be my temporary family till my real family made it home. Please Tyler, get them for me."

He turned to Dr. Jacobs, "I know where they live, I will put some clothes on, get my wallet, keys, and go find them."

Dr. Jacobs laughed, "Or I can just call them."

Tyler shook his head, "I am so tired I guess my brain is a little foggy."

Dr. Jacobs grabbed his cell phone and looked for the number. I heard him talking on the phone. "Ken, sorry to wake you. This is Ron Jacob's, I am not sure if you remember me, I am the Doctor over here at FSB."

There was a pause, "Good, I am glad. So, we have had an issue with a boy who I am told is your temporary son… Yes, that is right it is Brian… Well it looks like we have a case of the mumps… I know, somehow I missed it, or I would have dealt with it sooner. It looks like it has affected his testicles and he is in a lot of pain… Yes, that is right. He asked for his mom, and when we could not get her, he asked for you and your wife… Wonderful, I will tell him." He pushed a button on his cell and put it on the desk. Looking at me, "They will be here as quickly as they can."

Ken Walters

The phone rang and I reached for it. I looked at the clock on the side of the bed and it was reading 5:12. "Hello?" I said groggily into the phone. "Yes doctor, I remember you… Are you talking about Brian, what's wrong?" I asked sitting up fast. "Mumps? How is that even possible? His balls were really sensitive when he was here this weekend. I thought it was normal for him the way he acted… We will be there as quickly as we can."

Wide awake next to me my wife asked, "Ken, what's wrong?"

"It's Brian. Apparently, he has the mumps and is in some major pain. He woke up asking for his mom, but when he could not have her he asked for us."

"Ok, our baby needs us," She said with a worried look on her face. I am not sure she even realized what she said.

We dressed, grabbed a couple of Keurig coffees, and headed out the door. Within thirty minutes, we were pulling into the parking lot at FSB and running for the med center. It was almost six, but none of the boys had started for breakfast yet. As we entered medical center,we were stopped just inside the door by Nurse Mary Nichols.

"Stop here for a second folks," she said.

"We were told to come here for our boy," Evilyn said

"I know, but you have to wait for the Doctor to talk to you first. In the meantime, put these on."

She gave both my wife and I face masks. "I don't think we really need these, we have both be vaccinated," I said handing her back the masks. She started laughing, "What are you laughing at?"

"I am sorry, I just thought it was so cute the way you thought I was asking." She stopped laughing and with a serious look gave us back the masks. "I won't ask again. If you want to see that boy, you will put on the masks."

Without any further arguments, Evilyn and I put the masks on. Just then, the door opened and Dr. Jacobs came out. "Good, Ken, Evilyn, you are here. He has been asking for you."

"What's with the masks, Doc? We have both been vaccinated."

"This is true Ken, but mumps are an airborne virus, that will not have any effect on the students in this school. As we have all been vaccinated, we should not be carriers either, but here is the risk that I cannot take. You Ken, teach in a school where I imagine some students may not have had the MMR vaccine. Although, I don't believe that there would be any risk of you being a carrier, I can't take the chance. It will only be for a few days. When Jay McDonald gets here, he will check the blood and verify our diagnoses."

"Jay the Science teacher, how will he be able to help?" Evilyn asked

"I called him on the way in; he used to work for the CDC. He did some great work for them in finding many antidotes for some very nasty bugs."

"Then why is he here?"

"He graduated from here and got a full ride scholarship to MIT. There he helped design some groundbreaking technology that hospitals are using today. Then he went on to Harvard Medical School, where he received two master's degrees in Research Medicine and Pediatrics. Then he started working for the CDC, I guess after some of the stuff he saw, he opted for a quieter life here at home. Let's get you in there to see your temporary son." We all got a chuckle out of that.

We walked into the room and Evilyn started crying when she saw the sick little boy in the bed with tubes coming out of his arm. She kneeled beside the bed and ran her fingers through his hair. "Brian sweetie, we heard you asked for us."

Brian

I opened my eyes to see Mrs. Walters there. It hurt bad, but I sat up and hugged her so hard and cried into her shoulder. "It hurts so bad. Please make it stop."

"I can only imagine baby. I am so sorry for you having to go through this."

"It hurts so much more then it usually does."

She pulled back and looked me in the eyes. "Brian, has the pain gotten worse since you have been at this school?"

"Yes mam."

"Why didn't you tell anyone?"

"Because they would not want me here if I was being a baby about it."

Mr. Walters stepped forward and said, "Brian, if you are hurting you have to tell someone. How are we to help you if you don't tell us?"

"I am sorry; please don't be mad at me. You will still be my temporary family won't you?"

"Oh baby, we love you and you will always have a place in our home." She and Mr. Walters hugged me, and I felt the love. I saw Tyler over with Dr. Jacobs wiping away a tear.

Mr. Walters looked me in the eye and asked, "Is there anything else we need to know, young man."

"Well there is one more thing, but I probably should not bring it up."

"Brian, you can tell us anything."

"You promise you won't be mad?"

"Today you have a get out of jail free card. What is it buddy?" Mr. Walters asked.

"Well, sometimes late at night when everyone is sleeping…"

"It's ok, you can tell us."

"Well… Tyler farts a lot and real long ones too." I was laughing and that hurt so much I passed out.

I woke up to the sound of yelling, "You better let me through or there is going to be trouble."

"Young man, I don't know who you think you are…" Then a crash and, "I can't believe you just kicked me."

The door swings open and in runs Owen. He closes the door and turns the lock. I hear banging and yelling as Owen calmly walks up to me, "What are you doing laying around here when we have a play to put on?"

"Well you bonehead, I just decided to scream my head off in the middle of the night and get this needle in my arm so I would not have to go to drama today."

Smiling he said, "I knew you were just trying to hide from my superior acting skills." He giggled. "Seriously, what is going on? I heard this morning that you were in medical but figured that it was not a big deal. Then when you didn't make it to lunch, I knew something was wrong. I came over to see you and they told me I couldn't, I guess they were wrong because here I am."

"I guess I have the mumps, but I also have lots of pain in my balls."

Getting worried he asks, "Why are you having pain is your balls, is that because of the mumps?"

"Partly, but mostly it is a birth defect. The mumps just made something that was going to happen later happen sooner."

"What do you mean?"

"My balls have always caused me pain. Lately it has been getting worse. I planned on waiting for my family to get back before it happened, but it looks like they will be coming off soon."

Shocked, Owen asked, "You mean they are going to cut off your balls? No way."

"Yep, finally going to happen. I just wish my mom and dad were here, I am really scared."

"I am sorry you are going through this, but you know I am here for you."

"Yes, I know. Thank you for coming, but I think that now they are coming for you."

Looking back at the door, then turning back to me, he smiled and got on his knees beside the bed and put his hands behind his head. "I will see you when I get out of the big house," He giggled.

I looked at this guy in front of me, my friend and brother. I could not believe this is the shy kid that came to my table asking if he could talk to me. The door opened and Dr. Jacobs and Nurse Nichols came in. I could see Nurse Nichols was mad when she came through the door, but the sight of Owen on his knees with his hands behind his head got a smile out of her. Dr. Jacobs was still mad, "Young man, you are in big trouble for kicking Nurse Nichols. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I am sorry for kicking you, but I would do it again if you are trying to keep me from my brother."

The Nurse looked at him, "He only has one brother and you are not him."

He jumped up and turned to face her. I could tell he was mad by her statement because the back of his neck was red so I can just imagine what his face looked like. "I am his adopted brother, I will have you know. His mom, dad and brother told me so, and you will not keep me from him."

The Nurse got down on one knee and said, "Then I apologize to you, I had no way of knowing that and you didn't tell me that before you kicked me, did you?"

It was over for Owen, he tried his best to be brave for me. He was more scared about me than I was. He stepped towards her and wrapped her in a hug. "I am really sorry for kicking you. He is my only family right now, and my best friend. I can't lose him, please help him." Owen said crying.

"He has a rough road over the next week, but I think he will be fine soon enough. Of course, he will need his brother to help him through it."

Owen's whole body language changed when she said that. He pulled out of the hug and said, "You really mean it, I can help?"

The Doctor stepped in, "Yes Owen, you can help, but no more kicking and you do what you are told when you are told. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good, let's go to my office. You and I need to have a talk anyway." He guided Owen out of the room.

Nurse Nichols came over to me and asked, "How are you feeling? I have never seen a boy laugh himself into unconsciousness before."

At first, I did not know what she was talking about. Then I remembered Mr. and Mrs. Walters. "Were Mr. and Mrs. Walters mad at me because of what I said?"

"No, they were laughing and then got scared when you passed out. As soon as everybody realized that you were ok, they all gave Tyler a look," she said laughing. "Poor Tyler turned seven shades of red. That was not very nice, but it was very funny. Now, on a scale of one to ten, how is your pain?"

"Not bad, maybe twelve."

Owen

I thought I was in big trouble with the Doctor, but he didn't want to say anything in front of Brian. "Owen, please come in and have a seat, there are some things that we need to talk about."

I sat in the chair he pointed to and asked, "I am still in trouble huh?"

"You would be in a lot of trouble if Nurse Nichols wanted to pursue it, but she is a smart lady and knows you only did it out of fear and love. That being said, don't do it again."

"I won't, I promise"

"So, I spent some time yesterday on the phone with Dr. Butler and the Headmaster. They told me that you want to be a Crossman."

"Oh yes sir, very much."

"So, you understand that a Crossman's life is not the same as the Regulars. It is a life of family, duty, and obedience. You also need to understand that it is a Crossman child's duty to answer to and service the men. That would include sexually. After what you went through with Kyle, you may not be ready to take this step."

"I am not going to lie Sir, I am a little scared. I think that there is a lot of differences between what I went through with Kyle and what will happen with the Crossman. Dr. Butler told me that no one is forced to have sex, that it is always a choice. Kyle never gave me a choice. He forced himself on me and then threatened to hurt me bad if I ever told anyone or refused to do what he told me to. I was scared all the time. Timmy and Brian are Crossman and they are not scared or threatened into having sex."

"Won't you miss your friends at Ashton House?"

"Yes, I will miss my big brother Bobby, and now it turns out that I have had a friend this whole time and didn't realize it. I talked to Adam, and he said he would still be my friend, even if I move."

"Ok then, if you are sure this is the road you want to take, I will support it. You will need to have a through physical before we move you. I will schedule that for later in the week. I need to focus on getting Brian through what he has to go through, and then I can work on making you a Crossman."

I got up and started dancing around. I was so excited I could not stop. I went to the Doctor and gave him a hug. He surprised me by kissing me on the lips. It excited me and made me sad at the same time. This is the way my daddy used to kiss me. I felt his tongue touch my lips and opened my mouth to receive it. It has been so long since anyone kissed me that way. I just started sucking it like my daddy taught me. I felt my dick get hard and wanted him to touch it but wasn't sure if it would be ok to ask. When he pulled back, he looked me in the eyes and asked, "Are you ok with what I just did?"

"Oh yes Sir."

"You are a very good kisser; did your daddy teach you that?"

"Yes Sir, that is the way my daddy and I kissed all the time."

"Very good boy, let's get you back to class so that I can take care of your brother and get him back to you. I will figure out when I can get you back in for your physical and let you know."

Brian

I woke up again to some sharp pain. I opened my eyes to see four people looking at and feeling my balls.

Dr. Jacobs was the first to speak, "Good, you're awake. Brian, I would like to introduce you to your surgeons. They will take away the pain your testes are causing you. This is Dr. Williams, he will be the Doctor removing your testis. This is Dr. Kirk, he is a plastic surgeon and will be the one making sure you don't have much scarring."

I looked at Dr. Kirk, "Will I look like Timmy?"

Dr. Kirk sat down on the side of my bed. He looked me in the eyes, "Do you like the way Timmy looks?"

"Yes Sir, very much."

"Well, I should hope so. I am the one that made him look that good." He said smiling. "Between me and Dr. Williams, we will take the pain away and make you look good."

"When can we do it? I am so tired of this pain."

"We would like to do it now, but the Headmaster has asked us to wait until tomorrow. He would like to let your family know what is happening."

"I don't think he will be able to do that."

"Why is that?"

"The village where they are living does not have internet or phone service. That is why I only get to talk to them when they go to the city for food and supplies. Do we have to wait for their permission? It hurts so bad."

Dr Jacobs answered my question. "No Brian, we don't need their permission. The school holds Medical Power of Attorney for you. Because of things like this that require immediate action. Your parents signed a document that allows the school to make these decisions. However, we still need to try to contact them first. We are ok holding off till morning but won't hold off any longer than that."

They all left the room and Nurse Nichols gave me more drugs and I went to sleep. I kinda remember Tyler, Timmy, Tristen, and Owen talking to me but I just couldn't focus on what they were saying.

The next morning, I was woken up by the Headmaster. "Brian, Brian, wake up buddy."

I opened my eyes and looked at a worried man. "Good morning Headmaster." I yawned, stretched, and screamed. The stretching was a bad decision.

After I had time to calm down, "Brian, I have been trying to contact your parents, but they are not in an area where they can be reached. I have given authorization for the surgery to happen this morning. Are you ok with doing this before we talk to your parents?"

I knew he was just doing what I have learned is a rule for the Crossman. In this culture, no one can make me submit to anything that has to do with my body without my permission. In this case, I am sure that even if I said no, the surgery would happen anyway. "I am ok with doing it without my parents. I just want the pain to stop."

"Ok kiddo. We will move ahead with the surgery, and I will keep trying to reach your parents. The Nurse will be in shortly to get you ready." He stood and left.

Things started happening fast now and the last things that I remember is being moved into a room that smelled funny and had a big light hanging over a table in the middle. They moved me from my room in the bed that I was on. They wheeled me in and put my bed right next to the table. It hurt like crazy when they moved me from my bed to the table.

Nurse Nichols leaned close to my ear and whispered, "Ok baby, this will be over before you know it."

A man whom I had never seen before said, "Brian, I am Dr. Aziz. I am going to help you sleep through all of this and make sure nothing goes wrong, ok?"

I nodded my head and he put a thing over my face and said, "Brian, I want you to breath normally and count backwards from ten."

"Ten, nine…"

I had no idea how long I had been out, but when I woke up I was back in the room where I have been for a few days. My balls were still hurting bad and I started to cry. Nothing has changed, why didn't they cut them off and take away the pain?

"Brian? What's wrong sweetie?"

I turned my head to see Mrs. Walters sitting in a chair right next to the bed. "What happened?" I asked crying, "Why didn't they do the surgery?"

Looking confused, "Brian, they did do the surgery. You no longer have any balls, which is a good thing."

"But they hurt so much. They lied to you and left them."

"No sweet boy, they are gone. I saw them, the damage was much worse than they thought it was. I am not sure how you went as long as you did."

"If they are gone, why do they still hurt?"

"You have been in pain for a while now and are used to the pain. What you are feeling now is a combination of what is called phantom pain and trauma. You just had a part of your anatomy removed, that in itself is painful. That combined with the memories of pain that you have had for some time is not going away quickly. I will ask the nurse for something for the pain."

I looked at her through tear filled eyes, "Why are you lying to me, I thought you loved me?"

"I am not lying to you Brian." She left the room and came back with the Nurse and a jar. "Look here Brian, here are your balls." She showed me a jar with clear liquid in it and two kinda egg shaped grey things in it. "These are really your balls. Mr. McDonald will be checking them over for anything that may indicate any other issues that we need to know about. Then they will be destroyed."

I looked at Nurse Nichols and she just nodded her head and she put a needle full of something into the IV.

I guess I slept the rest of the day and was woken up in the morning for breakfast. I could not believe how hungry I was. I ate my breakfast that consisted of toast, apple juice, and Jell-O. "I am still hungry, can't I have something else?"

"Let's see how your body handles this first." When I was done, Nurse Nichols uncovered me and looked at my crotch. "It is time to change your bandages, but first we are going to take out your catheter." She put a mirror on the table so that I could see what she was doing.

She took the plunger thing like they use when giving shots and screwed it into what she called a port. She pulled back the plunger then unscrewed it. I was watching everything that she was doing. "What did you just do?"

"There is a small balloon wrapped around the catheter that forms the seal and keeps it from sliding out. I had to take the saline out of it so that I can remove it. Now, take a deep breath and slowly let it out."

I did what she told me, and as I let out my breath, she pulled the thing from my dick. Breathing did not help, it still hurt. Once it was out, my dick still had this weird feeling. She then took off my bandages and they were really gone. I could see some swelling, but where I once had painful balls was now flat. She cleaned the area, which really hurt. Once the new bandages were in place she reached under the bed and pulled out some slippers.

"Time for a walk little guy. We should have had you walking yesterday, but gave you a little break. Now it is time to get moving."

I sat up and slid my feet into my slippers. I guess I should have asked about clothes, but she didn't offer so I went with it. We stayed in medical and walked down the hall. She guided me to the same room that I had my first exam in. She pushed the door open and I stepped in. I got all excited and she said, "Calm down boy."

I walked up to the table to see Owen naked with his legs strapped to the metal foot things and his knees in his chest. I had never seen Owen naked. I always thought he was cute, but he is one of those people that look even better naked than dressed. I love Timmy, but he looks better in clothes than naked. I walked up to his butt and ran a finger over his cunt, and he jumped. I walked around to the head of the table and saw that Dr. Jacobs had his finger in Owen's throat. Owen was gagging a little but not much.

When the Doctor pulled his finger out Owen opened up his eyes and saw me. He turned a few shades of red. I am not sure what came over me, but I could not help leaning over and kissing him right on the lips. "I am so happy brother you are going to really be a Crossman!"

"As soon as I am done with my exam. This weekend I get to move into Crossman house, I hope I get to be in a room close to you."

"Me too." I said smiling

"Ok, time for Owen to finish his exam and for you to get back to your room," Nurse Nichols said.

Chapter 20
Things get back to normal

I spent the rest of the week in the medical center recovering. I was never lonely though. During the day, I had teachers coming to see me with schoolwork. It was kinda cool though, because unlike when I was sick in my old school, where homework was sent home with my brother and with no instruction, here the teachers came to me. In my old school, I didn't need any help with my schoolwork because it was so easy. The classes here are harder so the teacher would spend fifteen to twenty minutes with me making sure I understood. I guess there was a schedule because I never had two at the same time.

At lunchtime Mrs. Walters would come in and have lunch with me. Because the Walters were treating me like a son, I wanted to call them mom and dad, but I already have a mom and dad. Then it hit me, when I was at their house for the weekend, I noticed that Mr. Walters had a collection of really old movies. I asked him if we could watch one and he said, "Sure, but they are very old, and I am not sure you would enjoy them." I asked him to pick one that he liked, and he chose a move called Ma and Pa Kettle Go to Town. It was from the fifty's but is was so funny. So when they both came to see me one night after dinner, I asked them…

"I was wondering if I could ask you guys something?"

Mrs. Walters grabbed my hand and said, "Of course you can. You can ask us anything."

"Well… You guys are kinda like my parents. You have been with me through all of this." I said pointing down to my crotch. "I miss my parents and my brother every day but even with all of my friends I still feel kinda lonely. This week you have been with me all the time and you did offer to be my temporary family…"

Mr. Walters said, "Come on boy, spit it out."

"Well, I was wondering if I could call you Ma and Pa?"

I held my breath waiting for an answer, when Mr. Walters said, "Absolutely not." My heart sank. Then he said, "Sorry Brian, there is no way I am letting you call me Ma. It would not be appropriate."

Mrs. Walters said, "I agree, I don't want you calling me Pa either."

I felt like crying when it hit me. I looked up at them and they had stern looks on their faces. I just started laughing. Mr. Walters asked, "What is so funny, young man?"

"You are." Pointing to Mr. Walters I said, "You're not Ma silly, you're Pa." Then pointing to Mrs. Walters I said, "And you're Ma, not Pa."

I continued to laugh which really hurt, but I could not stop. They looked at each other and smiled. Mr. Walters said, "Oh, that's different. Yeah, I am good with that."

Mrs. Walters said, "Yeah, that makes more sense, I am good with that as well."

Laughing, they both leaned in and gave me a hug and a kiss. I really felt a true sense of love for the first time since my family left. This of course got me crying.

Every evening at dinnertime, Owen, Tyler, Timmy, and Tristen would come into medical with their dinner in boxes. We would all sit at the table and talk about the day and what was going on. I missed my classes and the time I got to spend with all the guys. I really missed my appointments.

One evening, when Dr. Jacobs was checking my crotch I asked, "Doctor, when can I start having appointments again?"

He smiled, "What do you miss the most Brian? Sucking cock or getting mounted?"

"Both I guess. Getting mounted just started feeling really good and I even had an orgasm last time. As for sucking cock, I like the way a cock feels in my mouth. The flavor and the texture of a cock are awesome, and the cum is so yummy."

"Well Brian, I think you need a little more healing time before your cunt will be open for business. However, you mouth is fine and if you would like me to have you included in the schedule for sucking only, I will do that."

I was really getting excited, "You mean it doc, that would be so fantastic."

"I have not been serviced by you since your exam. Would you like to service me now?"

"Yes please."

The Doctor had me sit on the edge of the bed. He then released his cock and brought it to my face. I have seen a lot of cocks since I have been here, but this was the first, but not the last, intact one I had sucked. I pulled his cock and balls to one side and stuck my nose right into his crotch and started breathing in. I just love the way a man smells there. I then started licking his balls, remembering that he liked it done in a certain order. Once I was done with his balls, I peeled the skin back over the head and started licking all around the glans. The pre was pouring out and I sucked up every bit of it. Sitting like this was hurting a lot, but I was not about to stop now.

I guess the Doctor knew how much this must be hurting me because he had me stop, "Brian, lets change the position. I want you to lay back with your head hanging over the other side of the bed… Very good."

Once my head was where he wanted it, I felt the bed move as he adjusted the height. Laying with my legs hanging over one side and my head hanging over the other, helped ease the pain a lot. Once in position, he put his cock back in my mouth and started moving it in and out. It was going down my throat every time he pushed it back in. This went on for a while with him going slow one minute and then fast. I felt his cock getting harder and knew it was time. A few seconds later and he was giving me his cum. He pulled back so just the head was in my mouth and I swallowed. I could feel him slowing down so I saved the last jet of the sweet tasting man cum in my mouth. I swirled it around in my mouth until he told me to swallow what I have in my mouth and clean his cock.

I guess he let my teachers know that I could suck cock, but my cunt was off limits. I would sit with my teacher and go over the schoolwork and when we were finished, he would present me with his cock to suck. I sucked everyone to completion. They each had a distinct flavor, not just their cum, but their cocks as well.

I had to stay in the medical center until Friday. I was being released after dinner. I was so excited I was going with Ma and Pa for the weekend. Timmy came into my room and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

"Go where?"

"Home goofball, where else?"

"I am going with Ma and Pa this weekend."

"Who the heck are Ma and Pa?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Walters, they said I could call them that."

"Oh, ok, but they won't be picking you up till eight. Do you really want to sit in here till then?"

"No, I guess not, but don't you think I should wait until the Doctor and Nurse get back from dinner?"

"Heck no, let's blow this pop stand."

"What does that mean?"

"My grandpa told me that is was a saying in the 1950's when the kids hung out around the local drug store, which used to have what they called a soda fountain. So the saying, "Let's blow this pop stand," meant let's leave this no-longer-interesting place, and Brian, this place is no longer interesting." He giggled.

I looked at the clothes Timmy brought. He brought my favorite t-shirt. Written on it is, 'I have multiple personality disorder and we all think you're an idiot.' He also brought my basketball shorts, some socks, and my tennis shoes. I was able to pull on my shorts and t-shirt, but there was no way for me to put on my shoes and socks. I guess Timmy saw the issue and helped me by pulling on my socks and my shoes; even tying them for me.

We left the medical center and headed back to the house. Once we got inside, I pulled off my shirt but knew I would not have the energy to deal with my shoes and socks again. I decided to break the rules and go upstairs while still wearing my shorts, shoes, and socks. Timmy looked at me, "Aren't you taking off the rest?"

"No, I don't want anyone to see me with this stupid bandage on."

"They're going to see you sooner or later."

"The Doctor said that it could come off Sunday."

"Ok, whatever."

We took the elevator up to the third floor. As I walked up to my room, the guys I passed patted me on the back saying things like "I am glad you are ok brother" or "We were worried about you brother, glad you're back." To think that just a little over a month ago, I was so lonely with no friends and only my family to talk to. Now I have friends and a whole house full of guys who care about me. I miss my family but am happy to be here.

I walked into my room to see Tyler and Owen there. I screamed, "OWEN! You are one of us now!!!"

I went and wrapped him in a hug and started kissing him. He pushed me off, "Hey nutbag, I just saw you this afternoon."

"Yeah, but now I get to see my two best friends all the time. Sorry, I got excited."

We looked over to see Timmy laughing so hard he fell down. "What's so funny?" I asked.

Still laughing, "He called you nutbag."

"So, he always calls me nutbag, what about it?"

He looked at us wiping tears from his eyes, "Don't you get it? You got no nuts or a bag," He said laughing again.

I am not sure whether we were laughing about what Owen said, or Timmy laughing so hard at it. All I know is we were all laughing now.

I fell on my bed in a ball. Tyler was the first one to notice. "Brian, are you ok?" He said as he rushed to me.

I was breathing hard through my clinched teeth. It took me a minute before I could answer him. "I am ok, laughing that hard hurts like you can't believe. If I didn't know better I would have thought I got kicked in the nuts."

"Then I guess it is time to calm down," Tyler said.

Timmy said, "It will take a bit to recover. I was younger than you, but I remember feeling my nuts for about a month after they came off."

Owen said, "Well, all I can say is that I am so happy that you are out of that prison now. Why are you wearing clothes? I thought it was against the rules up here."

Tyler said, "It is, what gives Brian?"

"I'm sorry Tyler, but it took all of my energy to get dressed and I didn't want to have to do it again. Besides, I have this big bandage between my legs and don't want everyone staring at it."

Tyler said, "I guess it will be ok this time, but it can't happen again."

"It won't I promise. I hate wearing them and can't wait till I get to the ranch and get them off."

Looking confused, Owen said, "I was at the ranch last weekend with Dr. Butler, but we wore clothes the whole time."

"That's because you were not a Crossman yet, now you are. When you cross into the ranch tonight, you can strip while in the car if you want to." Tyler told Owen.

"Are you going with Dr. Butler again?" I asked.

"No, but you have to promise you won't get mad at me."

"Why would I get mad at you?"

"Because Mr. and Mrs. Walters asked me to come to their place with you?"

Owen looked worried. I paced back and forth trying to look mad. When I looked at Owen, he looked like he was going to cry. "Owen, I have to tell you…" I let a smile cross my face, "How happy I am that I get to spend the weekend with you again. Did you really think that I would be mad?"

"Well, I figured you would want alone time with them and would be mad that I horned in."

"You are such a bonehead. Man I love you, you're my brother and I love spending time with you and Timmy."

"So you are not mad?" Owen asked with a big smile on his face.

"Heck no. Maybe we can go four wheeling."

"That would be so cool."

"Sorry guys, I gotta go; it is six and my dad is probably already waiting for me at the gate. Maybe I will see you at the movie this weekend," said Timmy.

"What movie?"

"Ask the Walters, I have to go." We all hugged and kissed goodbye and Timmy was gone.

Tyler was next, "I have to jet too guys, I have a date tonight. Brian, I have packed your bag over there and Owen, you have everything you need. Make sure you guys take your backpacks because I know for a fact both of you have homework. Also, Brian since you have clothes on, I think you should be downstairs."

"Ok Tyler, we will go down with you." We all left the room and got into the elevator. When we got to the first floor, Tyler got dressed, we kissed and hugged Tyler goodbye and he was off.

We were just about to head outside when Aaron called out, "Brian, over here."

I looked around and saw him sitting with a few other boys at the far end of the big table. Owen and I walked up to him and I gave him a hug. "Hi Aaron, I am not sure if you know Owen, but he is a Crossman now."

"I have seen you around the school, but I did not know you were a Crossman."

"I wasn't till just a little bit ago. Tyler, Timmy, and Tristen helped me move out of Ashton House tonight before dinner. Now I am finally and officially a C-boy." He said it with a smile as big as Texas.

"Welcome to the family," Aaron said. "This is Dusty, Joey, and my real brother Jacob," introducing the other boys with him. I know that Dusty and Joey are both eight years old, and I think Jacob is twelve. "We were just going to play some UNO until our parents get here. You guys want to play?"

I looked at Owen and he was nodding his head. "Sure, for a little while. I have never played it before though, so you will have to teach me."

Owen said, "It is easy, I will teach you how. Maybe we can even play this weekend."

It took about ten minutes to learn the game and once we started playing, we had so much fun. We lost track of time because the phone on the wall rang and startled us. Jacob went to answer it and when he hung up he said, "Brian, your Ma is here, and so is our mom, Aaron.

We got up and hugged and kissed the other boys goodbye. Jacob even kissed me with tongue. It was kind of hot. We all got dressed and as we were leaving the building, I heard the phone ring again.

"I can't wait for you to see this Jeep it is so cool."

Owen smiled, "I am so looking forward to it after all the talking you did about it."

When we got to the gate, I saw Ma and Pa waiting there. "I am sorry it took us so long. We were playing a game and lost track of time. We really planned on being here waiting for you."

Pa said, "It is ok Brian, that is why the phone is here. It is a little chilly tonight and there is no reason for you to sit out here waiting. We Just pick up the phone and push the button for Crossman House, let you know we are here, and you come out."

Owen and I hugged them both and started walking to the parking lot. "I can't wait to see the look on Owen's face when he sees the Jeep."

"Then you are going to have to wait a little longer, because we didn't bring the Jeep." Ma said.

"Why not, I love the Jeep?" I said in more of a whine then I meant to.

"Because you just had surgery, young man. The Jeep is too rough a ride for you right now. I also don't appreciate the whining, Brian," Ma said in a stern voice.

"I am sorry; I will try not to do it again."

We stopped in front of a Hyundai Santa Fe. It was a nice car, but not the jeep. Pa asked, "Did you guys eat dinner?" We both said we did. "So, I guess you are too full to stop for ice cream then."

Owen and I made it clear through begging that we were not that full and ice cream was a good idea. Smiling I said, "Pa, you know I have been trapped in medical for almost a whole week now and ice cream sure would make me feel better."

Owen kicked in, "And I am a new Crossman, ice cream sure would be a great way to celebrate it. Don't you think?" Looking at them with his big blue puppy dog eyes.

"Well, you both make good points. Ice cream it is, load up and put your seat belts on.

We went to this cool ice cream parlor a few miles from the school. Ma and Pa got cones while Owen and I each got a banana split. By the time we left, Owen and I were both stuffed. When we got to the entrance to the ranch and Pa put in his code to open the gate, Owen and I were both about out of gas. We pulled up to the house, grabbed our bags, and headed into the house.

Pa walked in first while Ma and I took a seat on the bench and started stripping off. Owen looked at us very confused. I realized why and told him, "Since we are women and kids, we are not allowed to wear clothes in the house. In fact, we are not allowed to wear clothes on the ranch."

"But Mr. Walters wore clothes into the house."

"Yes, but he is a man and they can do that." I already had my shirt off and asked, "Owen, can you please help me with my shoes and socks?"

"Sure." He got down on his knees and helped me remove my shoes and socks. Then he stood up and stripped off his clothes.

When the three of us were done, we grabbed our clothes and our bags and headed in. "Ok boys, go into your room and unpack."

I looked at her and asked, "Our room?"

She smiled and said, "Remember the guest room that you didn't use last time you were here?"

"Yes Mam."

"That room now belongs to you boys."

I smiled and led Owen down the hall to the guestroom. I opened the door and almost fell over. The room that last weekend had a queen bed and just basic furniture that you would have in a room you hardly ever used, now it was not that. This room was painted a light blue, with bunkbeds, a big TV with a game console, and two desks with laptops on them. What started me crying was the pictures on the dresser. They were copies of the pictures I have in my room at school, the ones of my mom, dad, and Donny.

Owen asked me what was wrong and when I pointed at the dresser, he started crying to. On the dresser were pictures of his dad and sister.

Ma and Pa came in the room, wrapped us in hugs, and gave us kisses. Pa said, "Boys, I don't know how long it will be before you are reunited with your families, but until then please consider this your home."

Owen looked up and wiped away his tears. "Does that mean I get to call you Ma and Pa too?"

I started laughing, "Just remember he is Pa and she is Ma. They get all kinds of huffy if you get them backwards."

Pa asked, "Are you ok with that Brian?"

"Of course, he is my adopted brother after all."

Ma said, "I don't understand."

Owen said, "Well, my Pa is locked up and I never get to see or talk to him. Brian told me that I am now his adopted brother and his mom, dad, and Donny said I was too."

Mr. Walters said, "Well then, Ma and Pa it is."

"Can we watch the Kettles movie again?"

"Sure, tomorrow. Right now I want you," pointing at me, "laying on that bed with your legs spread so I can get that bandage off before your shower."

I did as I was told. She removed the bandage, and everyone just stared. "Is it that bad?" I asked all worried.

Owen just looked at me, "Brian, this is the first time I have seen you without a bandage on. It's… amazing. Except for a little swelling and redness it looks like you never had any balls."

Pa smiled and asked, "Owen, you ready to have yours removed?"

Owen held up his hands and said, "No thank you. I like the way Timmy and Brian look, but they didn't have a choice in the matter. I think I would like to keep my balls, thank you very much."

Everyone started laughing and Ma told us to go get in the shower. When we came out Ma and Pa were already lying in bed. Ma held out her arms for Owen and he ran to her and looked so happy in her arms. I guess since he never really had a mom that loved him, this was a big deal.

As for me, I went to the other side of the bed and got on my knees. Pa turned and sat on the edge so that I was now between his legs. I pulled his cock and balls to one side and buried my nose in his crotch and started breathing in his scent. It is funny how a smell can make me feel so good. I could also hear Ma explaining to Owen what I was doing and why I was doing it.

I started licking his balls and enjoying the taste and feel of them as I sucked one and then the other into my mouth. I knew I was doing something right because Pa was as hard as a rock, moaning, and pre was pouring from his cock. I let go of the balls and started licking up all the pre before licking his cock from base to tip and then back again. After a few minutes of that, I could tell he was getting close and took the head in my mouth. I swirled my tongue around the glans and felt the pre increase. I kept doing it till I felt his cock get harder and knew he was close. Then it happened. I felt my mouth filling up with that wonderful and flavorful cum. I swallowed the first few jets, then when I felt him slow I held what was left in my mouth and pulled off his cock.

"Owen, why don't you come over here and clean me off."

Owen jumped off the bed and slid to his knees in front of Pa and licked his cock clean as well as squeezing any leftover cum from his cock.

I tapped Owen on his shoulder and when he turned, I planted a kiss on his mouth. When he felt my tongue on his lips, he opened his mouth. I pressed my lips tight against his and shared the cum I had left in my mouth with him. We passed it back and forth until it was gone.

"That was very hot boys." Ma said, "Now come and kiss me good night." We both kissed her, which turned out to be with tongue. I was not surprised by it, but I could see it caught Owen a little off guard, but only for a second.

We headed to our room, "That was so cool. You got to do that all last weekend?"

"Yeah, but he mounted me some too."

Shocked, "You mean he put that big cock in your cunt?"

"Sure, it gives me such tingles. Have you ever had the tingles before?"

"Oh yeah, my dad used to give them to me all the time when he licked my butt, I mean my cunt. I also got them when the Doctor did something inside me."

"I remember that alright. That was my first time."

Ma and Pa came in and Pa said, "Ok boys, we have a big day tomorrow, so let's get into bed."

We both started to crawl into the bottom bunk and Ma said, "Sorry boys, not this weekend. We can't take the chance of Brian getting kicked by accident."

Owen got out of the bed, "I will go up top. I always wanted to sleep on a top bunk. I remember watching a show called the Brady Bunch and I was always so jealous of Bobby sleeping on the top bunk."

We both got tucked in and tongue kisses before the lights were shut off and we were out.

I am not sure why I was up at five thirty in the morning on a weekend, but I was. I got up, went to the bathroom and when I came back into the room, my brother was sitting on the edge of his bed stretching. If I were into guys my age I would be all over him. He is so hot ,I wish I looked half as good as he does. "What are you looking at?" He whispered.

"You. You know you are like one of the best-looking guys at the school. Sometimes I wonder why…"

"Why what?"

"Nothing."

"It's not nothing, why what?"

"You and Timmy are good looking, smart, with great personalities. I guess sometimes I wonder why you guys are friends with me."

He jumped down off the bed and slugged me really hard in the arm. He then walked out of the room and across the hall to the bathroom. When he came back, he saw me still rubbing my arm and said in a mad tone, "Are you through being stupid yet?"

"What's the big deal, hitting me like that?"

"I hoped that it might knock some sense into you. Do you think that Timmy and I care that you're fat and ten time smarter than us? Is that how little you think about us, about yourself?"

"Let's face it Owen, I am happy to call you a friend and brother, but the fact is that if Kyle had never existed you would not be my friend."

"You're right, because if Kyle had never been born, then I would still be a lonely kid in Ashton House that was already thinking about killing himself. Kyle was a jerk and hurt me all the time, but he put me in your path, and I am thankful for that. For someone so smart you are really stupid."

He grabbed his backpack, picked a desk, sat down, and started doing homework. I came up behind him and wrapped my arms around him, kissed his cheek and said, "I am sorry. You're right, I can be stupid sometimes. I guess I am still learning what friendship is, it's all new to me."

"Shut up and do your homework so that we don't have to worry about it later."

It took us about forty-five minutes to finish all the homework we both had. We even ran some lines from the play. At seven o'clock I said, "Let's go get Pa off, I mean up."

"Fine, but I get to do it this time."

"Ok, I will take care of his golden water after you're done."

"You mean you are going to drink his pee? All of it?"

"Sure, unless you want some," I said smiling.

"I am not sure I could do it. I almost puked at dinner last night, and that was just a cup."

"It was tough at first, but I knew I wanted to be a Crossman and that is part of it. By the end of the first week, it didn't bother me anymore."

We went into Ma and Pa's room and to his side of the bed. I touched his shoulder and said, "Pa… Hey Pa?"

He woke with a start and said, "Boys, what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong Pa, it's seven and we wanted to get the day started. Owen is going to take care of that," I said giggling and pointing to the tent in the sheets.

"Yeah Pa, it's my turn." Owen said with his chest stuck out and with a hardon himself.

"I will take care of the golden water when he is done."

"You sure you want to do this Owen? You don't have to."

"I know I don't, but it's my turn and you can't just push me aside because you think Brian is better looking than me, which would not be fair." He was waiting for me to hit him in the arm–I didn't though.

"You are right, it would not be fair to you, no matter how cute he is." He pulled the blankets off and sat on the edge of the bed. Owen wasted no time dropping to his knees and moving Pa's cock and balls to one side so he could breathe in his scent.

I looked up and Ma was watching the whole thing and smiling. I jumped onto the bed and crawled over to give Ma a good morning hug and kiss. I remembered how much Tyler's mom liked her nipples sucked so I moved down and started sucking Ma's nipples. It didn't really do anything for me, but I could tell that she liked it and that made me happy.

I heard Pa starting to moan and looked over to see Owen going to town on his cock. A moment later, I could see Owen struggling to swallow all of Pa's cum. He got it all and Pa had to push him off when his cock got too sensitive. "You did a very good job, Owen."

Owen stood up smiling from ear to ear. He leaned in and gave Pa a big hug, "Thanks Pa, that was delicious," he said, smacking his lips.

I jumped up and said, "My turn."

"Not quite yet, I need a minute to catch my breath."

I dropped to my knees in front of him and waited. A few minutes later he said, "Ok Brian, your turn."

I took his cock head into my mouth, wrapped my lips around his glans, put my thumbs on his piss tube, and waited. I didn't have to wait long as I felt the first jet of fresh warm pee fill my mouth. I only used a little pressure to slow down the flow so I would not spill any. After what felt like two minutes, but I am sure were only forty seconds or so, he finally finished. I licked around the head to make sure I didn't miss anything.

I stood up and saw Owen looking at me with total surprise on his face. "I can't believe you drank the whole thing. I have seen my dad's morning pee and he would go forever."

"No big deal." I said. Then looking at Ma I asked, "What's for breakfast?" Everyone laughed and I said, "What? A fat boys got to eat ya know."

Pa said, "Well boys, I think we are going to Waffle House for breakfast, and then we have some clothes shopping to do."

"You getting a new suit or something?" I asked.

"No Brian, the clothes are for you guys."

Owen asked, "Why, we don't need no clothes."

"I know you don't think you need "any" clothes, Owen, but if you guys are spending weekends here, then why do you want to keep lugging suitcases back and forth? You don't need many clothes here on the ranch, but sometimes we may want to go to other places. Plus, it can get cold here at night and you need something to wear."

Ma checked out my crotch, saying that it was up to me if I wanted it re-bandaged or not. I chose to have it bandaged because I was going to have to wear pants and I worried about the pants rubbing it. Ma put a new bandage on, then sent Owen and I to get dressed.

***

We went to the Waffle House and had a wonderful breakfast, then it was off to the local Walmart. Owen and I each got two pairs of jeans and some dress pants and we had to try on everything so Ma could make sure they fit right. She is almost as bad to go clothes shopping with as my mom. We both also got shirts, some that were dressy for going to nice places. Then we got socks, sweat pants, shorts, and Ma let us each chose these hoodies with football team logos on them.

Owen got one with a New York Jets logo on it. Pa said that it was a misprint because the Jets home field is in New Jersey so they must be the New Jersey Jets. We laughed mostly for Pa, because neither one of us knew what he was talking about. I ended up with a Denver Broncos hoodie, not because I liked the team, I just liked the logo.

After we walked the mall for a while, we got lunch at McDonalds. Pa asked if we wanted to, we could catch a movie. We got to see the Black Panther which was really cool. Pa let Owen and I share a bucket of popcorn and we each got our own soda.

It was a little after three when we got back to the house. Owen and I sat on the couch and watched a Ma & Pa Kettle movie; we laughed through the whole thing. About five, Ma told us to take everything out of one or our backpacks and put our sweats, hoodies, and some socks into it. Pa said we were going over to Bill's house again for dinner and a movie. I chose not to wear the bandage for this.

We were headed out to the garage when I started begging, "Pa, can we please take the jeep? It is not all that far, and I will be ok, I promise."

"Fine if you think you can do it, but I don't want to hear any complaining about the ride being too rough. Climb on in and buckle up."

We did as we were told. The jeep had the soft top on, but since I didn't know how hard it would be to take it off I kept my mouth shut. The ride over only took about five minutes and yes, it did hurt a little.

We got to Bill's house and spent some time walking around and talking to some of the guys from school. Owen and I were in a conversation with Bill, Joey, Timmy, and Aaron when Owen said, "Excuse me guys, but I really need to talk to Brian real quick."

"Can't it wait a little bit I want to hear how this story ends." Referring to a story Joey was telling about a trip to Colorado.

"No, it can't wait; I really need to talk to you now."

"Ok." Looking at the other guys I said, "We'll be right back." I followed Owen over to this picnic table and sat down. "What is so dang important that it could not have waited?"

"Look over there." He said pointing to a boy sitting on the stage rubbing the cock of a man who was in a conversation with Mr. Fletcher, one of the teachers whose cock was being sucked by another boy.

"What about it? If you are going to go crazy over every boy holding a man's cock, we will have to commit you before the day is out."

"No, it's not that. The boy… That's Jackson."

"I guess I don't know him. What about him?"

"Jackson is not a C-boy. He is a regular and he lives in Ashton House."

"No way, a regular would not be here."

"I am telling you, come with me." He stood up and walked right over to the boy. "Hi Jackson, how's it going?"

Looking surprised, "Owen, what are you doing here?"

"I was just going to ask you the same question."

"Well, this is my stepdad." He said pointing to the man whose cock he was holding. "He and my mom just got married last weekend. After about six months he wanted to ask my mom to marry him, but before he did he explained about being a Crossman and what is meant for me and her. Then he stayed away till my mom and I made our decision. We knew we loved him, and he loved us, so we knew that we wanted to be a family."

I was amazed by what I was hearing. There must be so much love in that family for a woman to allow herself and her son to become involved in the Crossman culture. "That is so cool, I am so happy for you and your mom," I said.

"I think we are the lucky ones to have found him. I never knew my bio-dad, and Hank… I mean dad has been there for me and my mom one hundred percent. I love him so much."

I looked at his dad and saw him and Mr. Fletcher wiping a tear from their eyes. He reached down, picked Jackson up and hugged him and kissed him all over his face. Just then, an attractive woman came over, naked like the rest of the women and children and asked with a smile on her face, "What's going on here?"

Jackson's dad said, "Just when I think I can't love this brat any more than I do, he says something that makes me cry."

Jackson pulls back looking his dad in the eyes and asked, "Who are you calling a brat, old man?"

With that his dad says, "Old man, is it?" He started tickling him until Jackson begs him to stop.

Sitting back on the stage trying to catch his breath Jackson asks, "Hey, what are you doing here, Owen?"

Owen went on to tell Jackson all about how he came to be a Crossman and then asks, "So are you going to move to Crossman house?"

"I don't really want to. I like my roommates and my friends. If dad says I have to then I will, but so far he has not told me I have to." Jackson leaned over his dads lap and started sucking his cock. His mom just watched with a smile on her face.

I went back over and resumed my conversation with Bill, Joey, Timmy, and Aaron. I guess it was about fifteen minutes later that I realized that I had not seen Owen in a little while. I took off looking for him, and almost missed him. When I turned to see a little butt under a table in front of a man who was looking very happy. You may ask how I knew it was Owen's little butt. Well, Owen has a birthmark that almost looks like a small lightning bolt on the top part of his right butt cheek. I decided not to bother him and went looking for a cock of my own to suck.

When the dinner bell rang, Owen found me in line, and we joined Ma and Pa at a table. Owen said, "I am kind of full after swallowing the loads of three men."

"Wow, I only got two so far."

We ate dinner and it was starting to get cold. We noticed that most people were putting something on. Pa said, "Boys, I want you to go to the Jeep and get your backpack and both of the other bags in the back. Owen do not let your brother lift anything. We will meet you over there by that tree."

"Yes Sir," We both said, and headed over to the Jeep. We got all the bags and found Ma and Pa where they said they would be. Ma pulled out our sweatpants, our hoodies, and our socks. She told us to get dressed. We started to fuss about it, but the look Pa gave us shut us up, and we got dressed.

Ma put out some blankets for us to sit on and then one to cover up with. It was already dark out so when all the lights went out it was pitch black. That is when the movie started on a screen behind the stage. It was an old movie called True Grit. It was pretty good. We were about halfway through the movie when we heard Pa's phone vibrate.

"Yes, this is he,." Pa whispered. "We need about twenty minutes." After listening, he hung up the phone and whispered into Ma's ear. "Ok boys, as quietly as possible, grab everything and head to the Jeep."

"Is everything ok?" I asked.

"Yes, but we have to get back to the house right away, let's go."

We all got up, staying as low as possible until we got out of everyone's way. I was really worried and not sure why. When I tried to ask what was wrong, they just told me that they would explain it later.

When we got back to the house, Pa ran inside. Owen and I started to strip, and Ma stopped us. "Guys just stay dressed and wait in the living room, please."

I could tell that Owen was just as worried about whatever was going on and I was.

Chapter 21
The Call

We waited nervously on the sofa with Ma. I had no idea what was going on, but figured it must be something big. Why else would we have had to leave the movie in the middle? I guess the thing that made me most nervous we the fact that Ma, Owen, and me still had our clothes on. I knew that was not allowed in the house; I guess that was the real question that was bothering me the most. Did we do something wrong at school that we were being sent back tonight? I could not think of anything. That is when we heard Pa say, "Boys, can you please come into your room?"

Our room? Did we leave a mess? No, that can't be it. Why would someone call Pa about a messy room? We walked down the hall to the room we shared and found Pa sitting at one of the desks by an open laptop. I started panicking, thinking that one of us went to a website that we were not allowed to see. Then it hit me, Owen and me never opened the laptops this morning when we did our homework, we didn't need to.

Pa stood up from the chair and waived his hand towards the laptop. We slowly move into the room until we could see the screen.

That is when I heard this scream. It took me a few seconds to realize that it was me screaming. "Mom, Dad, Donny, I was so worried about you, it has been so long since I heard from you, I was so scared."

"Hi baby, we missed you too. Are you ok?" My mom asked.

I noticed out of the corner of my eye, Owen was backing up out of the view of the camera. Pa grabbed the chair from the other desk and Ma pushed Owen into it. I heard Ma lean over and whisper in his ear, "They asked to speak to both of their sons."

I guess my mom heard that and said, "Owen, my sweet boy, how are you doing?"

Shocked that she was actually talking to him, "I am doing good Mrs. Burke."

"Mrs. Burke? You can just call me mom if you want to."

"Really, you mean it?"

"You are our adopted son, aren't you?"

Owen could not speak he just nodded his head.

Mom turned her attention back to me, "Sorry baby, how are you? I am so sorry I was not there for your surgery. We didn't even know about it till today. I am so sorry you had to go through this alone."

"I hurt for a bit, but as long as I don't do anything crazy or lift anything heavy, I am ok. I wished you were here though. But…"

"But what baby?"

"Nothing mommy."

"Brian, I know you are holding something back."

"I just don't want to make you mad or sad."

"About what baby, just tell me."

"Well… Since I didn't have you here with me, even though I wish you were, I was not alone. I had Ma and Pa with me, and they helped me through the worst of it. I also had Timmy, Owen, Tyler, and Tristen."

My mom got a surprised look on her face, "Ma and Pa?"

"Please don't be mad mommy. Mr. and Mrs. Walters were there with me so I would not be alone. I stayed at their house last weekend and we watched this old move called Ma and Pa Kettle. They said that they would be my temporary family till you guys get back. So I just started calling them Ma and Pa instead or Mr. and Mrs. Walters. I am sorry, I won't do it no more."

"Brian, calm down and take a breath. I am not mad at all, I am so thankful that someone is looking out for you till we come home. I owe the Walters so much for filling in while we are gone. I am happy that you are going to that school, but a boy needs a mother figure and from what the Headmaster told us earlier, I could not have asked for a better woman to be that for you."

"So you're not mad?"

"Not at all my sweet baby. I will let your 'older' brother talk to you now," she said with a smile.

Donny came on the screen with a big smile on his face. "I hear you have had a tough week little bro."

All of a sudden, I started crying hard. Owen wrapped his arms around me, "Brian, what's wrong."

Donny was also asking, "Brian, what's going on. What happened?"

I could see concern on my parents faces when I said, "You called me little bro, but I'm not anymore. I don't have balls no more, so I can't be your brother anymore."

"What in god's name are you talking about. You will always be my brother, balls or not. What happened to you will never change that."

"But you don't understand, I wanted them gone. I was just waiting for dad to get home so I could ask him," I said, still crying.

"Brian, why did you want them gone?"

"Because they always hurt. I hated them. I am sorry Donny, please don't hate me."

"First, I want you to calm down and listen to me very carefully." I tried to get my breathing under control.even though I was afraid of what he was going to say next. "Ok Brian, I want you to listen to me now. First, with or without your balls, you are still my little brother and my best friend, nothing will ever change that. Second, you losing your balls is not a surprise. We always knew that they may have to come off someday."

"Wait, what? You knew they may have to come off?"

"I was selfish on this one. The doctor told mom and dad that he thought you may have issues with them and that they should come off. I prayed every night, hoping that they would get better. I thought they were since I never heard you talk about them. I am so sorry for what you have gone through, it is all my fault."

With that, he got up and ran off. "Donny, don't go, please."

My dad sat down in front of the camera, "Don't believe a word your brother just said, it is not his fault. I am the one who decided to hold off on having my son castrated. Donny and I never really talked about it, but the fact that we were both praying for the same thing, is not a surprise. We both hoped you would grow out of it. Your mother and I both knew the trouble you were having socially, and new it would only get worse if the other kids found out you didn't have any balls. We are trying to figure out what we need to do now."

Still crying a little, "What do you mean do now? Are you going to give me up?"

"Oh god son, that never even crossed our minds. We are just worried that you will start getting bullied, get into a fight and get kicked out when the other kids learn about this." Owen started laughing, "Owen, I don't see anything funny about this."

Owen sat up straight and said, "I am sorry Sir. I was not laughing at Brian; I was laughing at what you just said. Everyone in the school knows, and no one cares. Heck, half the school probably stopped by to wish him well when he was in medical."

"Are you telling me no one is making fun of him?"

"No, I can't say that, but if they are, they are doing it in private. After Kyle and a few others got their butts kicked out because of bullying, and Kyle going to jail, no one in their right mind would say something about Brian. The school is very strict now, and a guy can get kicked out faster than a horse swats a fly with his tail," Owen said giggling.

"Brian, are you ok to stay there then?"

"Oh yes daddy, please don't take me out. I have friends here and I am doing well in my classes."

"Did you fall behind while you were recovering?"

Ma passed me a warm towel to wipe my face and I guess I smiled for the first time. "That is the problem with this school daddy."

"What's the problem son?"

"I was in medical in the main building. All of my teachers stopped by and went over the day's lesson and even gave me homework. Even sick I could not catch a break from school," I said giggling. I spent so much time worrying about how my family would feel about me losing my balls without their permission, that now I feel like this huge weight was lifted off my shoulders.

"Ok then," my dad said, "Since we are talking about schoolwork, let's go over some reports I got from your teachers."

"You got reports from my teachers? How?"

"Brian, there is the new-fangled thing called the internet and email. Your school sends me a report every week on how you are doing. It may be weeks till I actually see it, but it is there. It includes comments by your teachers. Like this one from your Computer Science teacher, Mr. Cohen."

"He says, 'Brian is a wonderful boy with a bright future. He pays attention, asks questions, and is already writing some code.' Your History teacher, Mr. Michaels says, 'Brian is a joy to have around, he asks interesting questions, and is always helping other students study for upcoming test during study time. When we play our game show, he has so much fun it becomes infectious and is felt by the rest of the class. Many of my students are to serious and Brian has a way of helping them get into the game'."

I could not believe that my teachers said all that about me. Then my dad says, "I need you ask you a question now, and I need an honest answer."

I was a little nervous about the way he said it, "What do you want to know daddy, I will answer you honestly."

"Who are you and what did you do with my shy, nose in the book, smart mouth little boy? You are not the boy I left at that school a few months ago. Where is my Brian?"

Owen and I were giggling pretty hard when I said, "It's me daddy, I am your Brian."

Laughing my dad said, "Yep, I would know that smile anywhere, you are definitely my boy. Now, on to my other son. Owen, let's go over your reports."

I had to look at Owen's chin because I was sure it hit the table. "My reports, they send you my reports too?"

"You are our adopted son, aren't you?"

Owen sat up straight and said, "Yes Sir."

"Just so you know Owen, the Headmaster told me that your dad also gets sent copies of these reports through his lawyer. So he knows what is happening with you."

Owen self-consciously looked at his wrists. "He knows everything?" Tears started welling up in his eyes.

"Of course he knows Owen, and I am sure that it broke his heart to find out what happened to you and that you felt the only way out was to hurt yourself." Owen was looking down at his wrists when my dad said, "Owen, please look at me." Owen looked up and at my dad through tear filled eyes. "Owen as a father hearing that your child was in so much pain that he attempted to hurt himself, and that there was nothing you could do to stop it, is gut wrenching. I am not saying this to make your feel bad, I am saying this because I would like to share with you what he is seeing now. Would that be ok?"

Owen nodded his head as he said, "Yes Sir." I could see how sad he was and now it was my turn to put my arm around him.

"Your teacher, Mr. Walker says, 'I have been Owen's teacher for two years now and over the last yea,r I have been so worried about him. He always seemed so sad and although he does well with his schoolwork, I worried that he was suffering socially. However, since his release from medical he is like a completely new boy. He participates in class and always seems to have a smile on his face.' Wow, how about that? This next one is from your drama teacher. She says, 'When I first met Owen, I met a shy and scared little boy. I am not sure where that boy went, but I am glad he is gone. In his place I found a happy, outgoing, and fun boy who is now the lead in our play the Music Man.' That is really good Owen I am so proud of you. You should know that I am adding this stuff all up, so be ready for lots of hugs when we get back."

Owen wiped his eyes and smiled this huge smile, "Then you need to hurry back, because I need all the hugs I can get. I can't…" We both looked at each other and turned to Ma. "I am the lead, really?"

All the adults broke out in laughter and Ma said, "Yes, you are. It was a three-way tie between you, Brian, and Jake but your voice is just a little better for the part."

I guess it was a shock because it took us a few seconds to react. We were jumping around, hugging each other. I said, "I knew you could do it I am so proud of you brother."

Ma said, "Brian, you will be playing Winthrop."

We started dancing again when we heard, "Boys, excuse me boys. We don't have much time left and I think that Brian and Donny need some time to talk. Brian, your mother, and I are so proud of what you are doing there at that school, but also being Owen's friend when he really needed one. We spent a lot of time worrying if we made the right decision to leave you there. We know now that it was absolutely the right decision. As for your recent loss, there are a lot of people doing a lot less with a lot more, so don't ever worry about us thinking any less of you. You are an amazing son, brother, and now who would have guessed, an amazing friend."

I started tearing up again, "Thank you daddy."

"As for you Owen, I have never had the pleasure of getting to meet you in person, but from what I have read here and the fact that my son loves you like a brother, tells me all I need to know. You may think that Brian had a lot to do with helping you open up like you have, and helping you become the happy boy we are now seeing, but don't for a minute think that you have not had the same effect on Brian. He spent nine years not letting anyone get close to him but his family. For him to become the boy that I read about in these reports, is because of friends like you and Timmy. It is you two that have made him the amazing kid I am looking at now. Thank your Owen, we owe you so much more than we could ever repay."

Owen was in shock and had no idea how to respond so he said, "You need to hurry back; I really want to hug you guys really bad."

Owen

Ma and Pa came up behind me and led us from the room. We went into their bedroom where we all stripped out of our clothes and climbed into bed. I was snuggled up between them when Ma said, "You are very quiet Owen, are you ok?"

"I guess I am a little confused."

"What about?" Pa asked.

"Well Brian's dad said that I helped Brian, but that's wrong. Brian helped me. I was so sad when I met him, I was only thinking of how I was going to kill myself where no one would find me till I was dead. Then I met Brian and I have not thought about it hardly at all since then. Between Brian, Timmy, Bobby, Tyler, and Dr. Butler I can't even imagine wanting to do it. Brian always challenges me to do things like the play. I would have never even thought of getting on that stage that day if Brian hadn't tricked me into it. He has done so much for me, but I haven't done anything for him. I don't understand what his dad was talking about."

Ma said, "You know, if it were Brian laying here right now, he would be saying the same thing."

Pa said, "I was Brian's teacher in his old school. Did you know that Brian manipulated his grades so that he never got above a C in any of his classes?"

"No, how did he do that?"

"As I am sure you know, he is very good at math. He worked it out so that he never got above a C. That way no one would pick on him for being too smart. Something else you may not know is that he hid behind a tree on the playground, so no one would see or talk to him. There he would read a book till the bell rang. He was a very lonely kid, but he had been picked on so much that he withdrew into himself where no one could hurt him. Because of you and Timmy, that Brian does not exist anymore. Your friendship was his way back into the world."

"Remember when Brian had his first video call with his family, and how when it was over could not stop crying?" Ma asked. Owen nodded his head yes. "It was you and Timmy that pulled him back. It was your friendship that helped him move past it, instead of falling into that depression you know so much about."

"I guess you're right. I love Brian and I hope we stay friends forever."

"There is not much chance of it happening any other way," Pa said.

Pa turned on the TV to the Disney channel and we watched Hanna Montana. I had never seen it before, but it was not bad, her dad is cute.

Brian

"Thank you daddy, for not being mad at me for this."

"Stop it Brian; unfortunately, this was always going to happen. Once you are fully recovered, there will be no more of that pain you were having and not telling us about."

"Sorry daddy, I didn't know you knew. With everything else that I thought was wrong with me, I didn't want to add that to it."

"Baby, you know that there is nothing wrong with you, right?"

"Yes mommy, I do now. My friends and Dr. Butler have shown me that I am ok the way I am. It was those bullies at my other school that had the problems."

"You are so right son. Baby…"

"Yes mommy?"

"I don't want you to be embarrassed by this, but can we see?"

"See what?"

"Your crotch?"

"Ok." I pulled down my sweet pants and positioned myself with the camera focused on it.

"What did they do with the extra skin? It looks like you never had any balls at all."

I could see Donny looking too. "I had two surgeons, one that removed the balls and the other was a plastic surgeon who removed the sack."

"Why did they need to remove the sack?"

"They said that unless they put fake balls in there the sack would look really bad. I was not going to get fake ones, and I liked the way Timmy looks all flat like this."

"Timmy does not have any balls either?" My mom said looking shocked.

"Nope, none at all. He had a bike accident a few years ago and they got crushed. He said they tried to save them, but they were too damaged and were dead. The same guy that did Timmy's did mine."

My dad asked, "Brian, are you really ok? I understand you were in pain, but you just lost a part of your body. This was not something internal like a kidney, this is something that people think makes you a boy or man. I just need you to tell me you're ok. We don't want you to feel like Owen did and want to hurt yourself. If you need us, we are on the first plane home."

"Daddy, I wish I could lie to you and tell you that I need you to be here with me, and that it is more important that you are here instead of there, but I can't. I miss you guys so much every day. I am ok though, and I have lots of people around me that make it easier to get through the day without you. I am where I need to be, and I think we both know that you are where you need to be to. Just so you know, I have never thought about killing myself. I have been sad like Owen, but I had you and that was enough for me."

"Ok buddy. It was hard for them to get in touch with us when you needed us. It was our fault for not coming into town more often, so that we could stay in touch with you better. We will work harder on making it into town as much as possible. We love you so much Brian, and we can't even express how proud we are of you."

"I love you too; I can't wait to till you get home."

Mom and dad left the room and Donny sat down and looked at me through red buffy eyes. "Do you hate me for what I did to you?"

"I could never hate you; you are my brother and I love you with all my heart. You were looking out for me as you always have. If I had been honest with you and told you how much they hurt, you would have done everything you could to help me. It was my fault for not telling you."

"Brian, I wanted to do this with mom and dad so much, but I hate that you had to go through all of that without me there. You have had a lot of health issues in your life, and I have been there with you every time. You can't imagine how much it hurts me to be so far away from you."

"I understand. I had so many people around me, watching out for me, and giving me their shoulder to cry on. As much as it helped, yours was the only shoulder I was missing. You may not think I remember those times in the hospital when you would not let anyone hold me but you during the shots and tests. You have always been there for me, and even though you were not here in person this time, you were the one I felt holding me.

"This may sound stupid, but when they put the mask thing on my face so I would go to sleep before the surgery, I thought you were home. Donny, I swear I felt your arms around me. I felt your breathing in my ear, and heard you say, "I am here for you little bro, I got you." I told you it would sound stupid."

"No it's not Brian. No matter what, I will always be there for you, if not in person, then god will put me there in spirit.'

"I love you Donny."

"I love you too little bro. We have been so busy lately. We just finished working with a company that has dug a well in the village, and now we have clean drinking water. There is another company planning to start setting up cell towers. When that's done I will call you every day."

"In all that digging, did you find my friend the cockroach?" I asked, giggling.

"Brother, I am sorry. I found him, but it turns out he was only saying he was your friend. He was trying to use us to get him in to the U.S. Once he was there, he was going to run off. I was so mad that I stomped him,." he said with a serious tone.

"That low life jerk, trying to use us like that. I guess he got what he deserved." By this time, I was laughing so hard it hurt.

"Brian, I hate to say this, but I have to go. Untill the cell towers are built, I will fight to get them into town more often. I love you little bro."

"I love you to too Donny" I clicked the stop button and the screen went blank. I was so tired and drained that I stripped off my clothes and crawled into bed. I thought if I just laid down for a few minutes things would be better."

"Brian, wake up. Hey Brian."

I opened my eyes to see Owen smiling down at me. "Wow, I just laid down to rest and must have fallen asleep."

"Yeah, you did. Now get up and get your bed made."

"Why would I make my bed just to get back in it? I thought we were going to watch a movie before bed."

"Hey nutbag, you missed all that."

"What are you talking about, bonehead."

Giggling, he says, "Dude, it is seven in the morning. I came back to the room to see if you were finished with your call. I found you asleep. I told Ma and Pa and they told me to leave you alone and let you sleep. So, we went back into their room where I got to spend a long time sucking on Pa's cock. I was licking his balls when I felt someone touching my butt… I mean cunt. I tried to look, but Pa held my head on his cock. Then I felt something cold on my hole and then pressure as Ma slid a finger inside me. It hurt a little at first, then she found that place inside and my whole body started tingling."

"Don't stop there, tell me what happened."

"Well, I was trying to concentrate on sucking Pa's cock which was not easy with her fingers inside me. Then Pa started cuming and I started seeing stars in my eyes, like I used to get when my daddy would lick my butt. It was so awesome."

"You really like sucking cocks, don't you?"

"Yes, a lot."

"Did you sleep with them or in here?"

""Well, after we recovered, Pa took me in the bathroom and into the shower. Then he had me get on my knees. I knew what was about to happen and didn't want to do it, but I didn't want to say no either."

I headed into the bathroom to pee and Owen followed me to do the same thing. "Keep going, what happened next?"

"Well, I was on my knees and listened to him tell me how to control the flow. Then I took his cock head in my mouth and felt him start peeing in my mouth. I tried to swallow it as fast as I could, but even with trying to control the flow, I couldn't keep up. I pulled off and he peed all over me. I waited for him to yell at me, but he didn't."

"He wouldn't yell at ya, but you tried and just need some practice. I was drinking the golden water for a while at all the meals before I had to take it from the cock." We walked back into our room where I made my bed. "I can't believe that I fell asleep like that."

"Pa says that you were so stressed out over confronting your family with what happened that your body just shut down."

"I guess; anything else happen when you were in the shower?"

Owen's face turned red and he said, "Yeah, he stuck a hose in my cunt and cleaned me out. I didn't like it at all."

I laughed and said, "You better get used to it because it is going to happen twice a day, every day."

Once our room was clean and the beds made, we headed into Ma and Pa's room to say good morning. This time, I got to suck the cum and Owen took Pa into the shower and worked on his technique for drinking golden water from the tap. I followed them in and watched as Owen swallowed almost all of it, but wore some at the end. We were both given a cunt wash and a shower. When we came out, we could smell bacon cooking and we rushed getting dry so we could get to it.

When we got to the kitchen, we were greeted with a table set with plates of scrambled eggs, bacon, toast, and even some sausage. "Brian, can you please get some cups for jJuice and milk."

"Sure Ma." I said, as I grabbed four cups for juice, two glasses for milk, and two coffee cups.

"Owen, would you please grab the milk and juice out of the refrigerator?"

"You got it, Ma." He grabbed the milk and juice and took them to the table.

I went back to the kitchen and took a cup of coffee to Pa, then placed the other at Ma's place. We sat down and had a great breakfast. Pa said, "Boys, you have about two hours before we have to go."

"Where we going, Pa?"

"Well Brian, Tyler is competing in a swim meet at eleven and I thought you guy might like to go."

"Really? I have wanted to watch him swim since I first got to the school."

"Well, today is your lucky day."

Owen and I chose to watch one of the Kettle movies until Ma told us to get our clothes and get ready to go.

Chapter 22
Run In With The Bullies

Owen and I were stretched out on the couch watching a movie while Ma and Pa were drinking coffee and talking at the dining room table. Ma raised her voice enough for me and Owen to hear her over the TV, "Hey boys, can you come in here so we can talk to you?"

We got up and I headed to the kitchen, while Owen turned off the TV. We climbed into the chairs opposite them. Smiling I said, "What's up, Rents?"

They both smiled at that and Pa asked me, "Brian, we didn't have a chance to talk about the conversation you had with your family last night."

I guess the smile left my face as I felt panic set in. "I am sorry, I didn't mean to fall asleep. Please don't be mad, I had a bit of a headache after we signed off and I just meant to lay down for a few minutes."

Ma got up and came around behind me, wrapping me in a hug. "Calm down Brian, no one is mad at you. You don't need permission to lay down, or even to take a nap. We know that you were very worried about them and then to have to face them about your surgery was stressful. Of course, you were drained and needed to lie down to recover."

Pa added, "Brian and Owen, you two need to quit thinking you are always in trouble. Why are you two always so jumpy around us?"

"Pa," I said, "I love being with you and Ma so much that I am always worried that I will do something to mess it up and you won't want me around anymore."

Ma said, "That is just silly. Now listen to me boys, at some point you will do something wrong. Depending on how serious it is, you may need a paddling, but let me be clear on this boys, you are now our family and we love you. Sure you will mess up, that is how we learn, but there is nothing, and I mean nothing, you could do that would make us not want you around anymore."

Owen look surprised, "You really mean it, you love us?"

Pa said, "Of course we do."

This started Owen crying, and Ma asked, "Why are you crying?"

"Because I don't believe you. Even my own mother doesn't love me."

Ma moved over and wrapped Owen in a hug, "Owen, I don't mean to speak bad about your mom, but she is stupid. You are a bright, loving, and amazing kid. If she can't see what she is missing, then there is really something wrong with her."

He broke free of her hug and I thought he was going to run off, but he got out of his chair and ran around it to wrap Ma in a hug so tight that I think she was having a hard time breathing. She never tried to push him off though.

Pa said, "Boys, your Ma and I have been talking and we have decided that until you're reunited with your families, it is going to be our responsibility to make sure you have lots of love, a home to call your own, and two people who care enough about you to also punish you if that is necessary. However, it is up to you and if you would rather not be part of our family, we will not be mad at you. It's like everything else Crossman, it has to be your decision."

I grabbed Owen's hand and dragged him back to our room. We talked about what just happened out there and after a few minutes, we both walked back out. "Owen and I talked about it, and we have two conditions."

Ma and Pa looked at each other and Pa asked, "Really, and what would those conditions be?"

Owen said, "The first is that Ma has to hug us every day, even if the other kids are laughing at us."

"And Pa has to promise not to math us to death. Except when helping us with homework," I said, as Owen and I giggled.

Ma looked like she was thinking about it, "Well it doesn't seem fair to me. I didn't do anything that I should be punished for. However, I guess I could suffer through my condition if I have to." She tried not to smile, but she failed miserably.

Giggling, we both looked at Pa. "Sorry boys, I can't accept that condition. Mathing you to death is the only reason I wanted you in the first place."

I think that caught both me and Owen off guard, but only for a second. "Sorry old man, but it is non-negotiable. Take it or leave it."

"Fine, I will concede to your horrible demand, but I have one of my own. Brian, come here please."

I walked over to him and he grabbed me and started tickling me. I saw Owen laughing at me until he realized Ma was right behind him. He tried to get away, but she caught him, and his tickle torture began. When they finally stopped, Owen and I fell to the ground, trying to catch our breath.

Pa said, "Come on boys, quit just laying around. Grab your stuff and let's hit the road."

We forced ourselves up off the floor and went to our room to get our stuff. We met in the garage where Ma was already dressed. She helped us get dressed and buckled in the car for our ride back to the school.

***

The bleachers in the pool area were pretty full as most of our school joined in cheering on our team. They were competing in the reginal finals against Milburn High School. I went to get something to drink, when a couple of kids that I knew from my old school came up behind me and pushed me into a wall.

"Hey, look at what we have here, it's the bookworm. We were wondering where you went to fre…" They were unable to finish their sentence. Bobby, Paul, and a few of the older boys I didn't know picked them up and hauled them to the outer doors of the pool area.

I followed and heard Bobby say, "You are not welcome here anymore."

"Our parents and older brothers are in there," Erik, the bigger of the boys said.

"I guess you should have thought about that before you started pushing our little brother around huh."

Just then, two older boys that I had never seen before came out the doors asking, "What is going on here? Why did you force my brother out of the building?"

"Bobby was trying to hold in his anger as he said, "Because your little brother came into our house and slammed our little brother into a wall."

"Logan, he is that goofy little bookworm I told you about from our school."

Logan turned to me and asked, "I have just two questions for you kid, and I want an honest answer got it?"

Nervously, I said, "Yes Sir."

"Before you left that school, was my brother still picking on you, and did he just slam you against a wall?"

I was not sure what to do. Bobby said, "Brian, he asked you some questions, and you told him you would answer honestly. Don't worry, we have your back."

I looked back to Logan and said, "He and his friends were always shoving me into lockers, stealing my lunch, and hitting me. I always asked them to stop and they would just laugh at me. In order for me to get any peace I had to hide, so they could not find me."

Logan and the other guy with him were all getting really mad, and Erik and the other boys were looking scared. Erik said, "He is lying, Logan."

One of the other older boy stepped up to one of Erik's friends. "Nate, I will ask you only one time. If you lie to me, I will pound you. Is this kid telling the truth?

Nate looked petrified, "I am sorry Troy, it was all Erik's idea, I swear."

"I am going to kill you, rat," Erik said, as he tried to get to Nate.

Logan grabbed Erik by the shirt and lifted him off the ground. "You touch him, here or at school and I will make you sorry."

He put Erik down and turned to me. "Kid, I am sorry for my idiot brother. I will make sure he does not bother you again." Then he turned to Troy and asked, "Will you make sure that asshole does not move? I will let my parents know about this and that they will have to miss my event, so they can deal with him."

He turned to Bobby, "I am sorry that this happened in your house. I would be pissed if someone came into my house and pulled that crap. Will you please let Nate go back in? I promise he will not cause any problems and I need to keep him away from my brother for now."

Bobby looked at Nate and then at me. I nodded my head and Bobby said, "Your word is good enough for me, he can go back in."

Logan grabbed Nate by the collar, looking into his eyes, "I have always liked you Nate. I am sad that my brother dragged you into his stupidity. Go inside, find a seat and no more problems."

Nate looked at his brother and Troy nodded his head. Nate didn't need to be told again, he headed straight for the door. Bobby put his hand on my back and pushed me back in the building. I went straight to Ma and Pa. I told them what happed, and that Bobby handled it.

The rest of the day went great. There were five dives for each contestant. Front, backward, inward, reverse, and twisting dives. Each dive is done from the platform at the ten-meter height. Tyler scored perfect tens in the backward and twisting dives, nine point five in the reverse, nine point seven for the inward, and nine point four for the front dive. This gave him an average of nine point seven two, which got him first place with the second place going to Logan with a nine point seven zero.

I got so excited and started jumping up and down. At one point, I fell down crying as I ended up hurting my still healing incision. Pa held me until I was able to breathe again. Slowly, I walked down with the help of Owen to congratulate my big brother. The coach and some parents got real mad when some of the swim team started to throw some of the little kids into the pool. Owen took a swim with the aid of Tyler and I almost got thrown in accept Pa grabbed me from Tyler. "Sorry Tyler, not this one. He is not healed up enough for that ride."

"Oh man, I was having so much fun, Mr. Walters, I forgot all about that." Looking at me in his arms, "You ok, buddy?"

"Dang it Pa, I wanted to get thrown too."

Just then, our attention was drawn to the loud whistle of the coach. "Enough of that. Get those littles out of the pool and get them dried off." The swim team jumped in the water and started passing "littles" out to waiting adults with towels. Once the swim team was back on the deck, they grabbed the coaches and threw them in. Everyone was laughing, except the coaches.

I grabbed Tyler's arm and asked, "Won't you get into trouble for that?"

He kneeled down so he was looking me in the eye, "Brian, have you ever seen the end of a football or basketball game?"

"Sometimes, if Donny was watching them and we were going to play a game or something when it was over, I would snuggle up with him and watch."

"Did you ever see where the winning team pours the Gatorade over the coaches' head?"

"Yeah, I always laughed at that."

"Well, this is the same thing. We can't dump the Gatorade on the coach, because it would contaminate the pool, so we throw the winning coach in the pool."

Pointing and the other team's coach I said, "But his team didn't win, why did he get thrown in?"

"I am not sure why. If I were to guess, I would say because everyone did their best. Yes, according to the judges, I won todays dives. However, I only won it by point zero two. Troy and his team were incredible out there, and they should celebrate a great day of competition. I am honored to have been able to compete against them. The thing you need to understand is that one small mistake on my part, or one slight adjustment on Troy's part would have given this a completely different outcome."

I threw my arms around Tyler and gave him a hug, "You know I would have been proud of you, even if you lost big bro."

He hugged me back a said, "That's why I love you, little brother."

Someone cleared their throat behind Tyler. We looked in that direction and saw Logan there with a smile on his face. I guess with everything going on, I never really looked at him. He is about five foot nine inches, black curly hair, bright green eyes, and a six-pack I would love to have someday.

He said, "Tyler, you were awesome today, but I will get you next time," he said with a laugh. Looking at me he said, "I didn't know you were Tyler's brother, I thought you were the other guy's brother."

Tyler looked at me, "Other guy, have you been cheating on me with another big brother?"

Giggling I said, "No silly, that was Bobby. He stopped Logan's little brother from bullying me."

Tyler stood, not looking happy. Before he could say anything, Logan said, "I will deal with my shithead brother. I thought I put a stop to his bulling at school when I heard about it last year. It was not until today that I found out he was still doing it and that your little brother was one of his victims. I can't tell you how sorry I am. I see how close you two are and I am a little jealous. Erik and I have never been that close. Maybe it is my fault he turned out like that."

"I get it man, but you should know that Brian is not my real little brother. Here at FSB, all the littles have one of us older guys as their big brother. It is our job to make sure our littles shower, brush their teeth, do their homework, and have someone they can come to for help with anything. Brian has an older brother named Donny, and they are super close."

Logan looked around and asked, "Where is he, I would love to meet him?"

Tears started welling up in my eyes at the thought of Donny, "He is not here anymore."

Logan dropped to his knees, grabbed my hand, and said, "I am so sorry Brian, I didn't know."

Tyler started laughing, "No Logan, he is not dead… He and his parents are overseas, doing mission work in a third world country. Brian had the opportunity to come here because he is wicked smart. As I said, he and his brother are so close that when he thinks about him, he remembers how much he misses him."

"Oh, thank god. Erik and I don't get along that well, but I would miss him if he were not around."

"Logan, can I ask you something without you getting mad at me?"

"Of course, Brian."

"When was that last time you hugged your brother and told him you loved him?"

"That's not really how we do things in my family."

"Maybe that is why he is so mean. If Donny did not hug me every day and tell me that he loves me, I might be mean too. Until Donny gets back, Tyler hugs me every day and tells me that he loves me, and how proud he is of me. Even those days that I really don't deserve it. Maybe if you quit calling him names and told him you love him and that you are proud to be his brother, he might be happier and not take it out on other kids."

"I am not sure that he would take to that very well."

"Maybe not at first, but if you keep doing it, he will get used to it and start doing it too."

Tyler added, "Try spending time with him one on one as much as possible and including him when you can in things that you are doing. I am going to start working with Brian in the pool to help him get into better shape. I know that you guys are a little far out, but if you ever want to joins us, we would love to have you."

"I may take you up on that. Maybe hanging out with you guys will help us get that relationship you guys have."

"Did you drive up, or did you come up with the rents?"

"No, I came up with Troy and his little brother."

"Is your little brother still here?"

"Yeah, they are waiting to say goodbye to me before they leave."

"Why don't you grab him and your friend with his little brother. We can go to Pauly's and grab a bite to eat. The three of us and our little brothers can hang out and get to know each other."

"Do I have ta Tyler? Erik is always so mean to me. He threw me into lockers, pushed me into walls, stole my lunch, and made me hide all the time. Please don't make me go."

Logan said, "Brian, I get it, I really do, but you are the one who told me to do this. I could really use your help getting started."

I looked at Tyler and he said, "It is your call, you know I won't force you."

"I know you won't force me, but you will make me feel guilty for not going."

"You may be right, but I guess I would be more disappointed than anything. You are a Crossman, and we help when we can."

"I knew you would throw the whole Crossman thing in my face. Fine, I will go." I said with my arms crossed in front of me and an angry look on my face.

Logan said, "Thank you Brian. Let me get Troy, Nate, and Erik. I still have to change out, where should we meet you?"

Tyler said, "Meet us at the front of the school. I have to change and sign him out before I can take him off school grounds."

Tyler and I walked over to Ma, Pa, and a soaking wet Owen and told them what we were going to do and why. Owen was not happy that he didn't get to go.

I hugged Ma and Pa goodbye and told Owen I wished he were gong instead of me. I followed Tyler into the locker room and waited for him to shower and change. We were headed to the office to get permission from whoever was on duty when we saw the Headmaster walking down the hall. Tyler explained what was happening and why. The Headmaster thought it was a great idea and wrote the pass for me.

They followed Tyler and me to the restaurant and we got the family size booth. On one side, Logan pushed Erik in first, then him, and finally Troy. In my side of the booth, Tyler went in first, then me, and finally Nate. Nate and I actually started talking and it turned out that I liked him.

He said, "Brian, I am sorry that we picked on you like that. I was happy when you didn't come back to school. I didn't want you to have to hide forever."

Troy asked, "If you felt that way Nate, why did you do it?"

"Because I was scared. If I didn't do what Erik wanted, then I would land up in the same place as Brian. You don't know how many times I wanted to tell you, but was afraid that you would hate me."

"Wow, then I guess I owe you an apology."

"Me, why?"

"Because I must have done something to make you think that you could not come to me with a problem. I am your big brother, and it is my job to be there for you when you have a problem."

Nate jumped out of the booth and with tears in his eyes, he wrapped his brother in a hug, "I am sorry, Troy, please don't be mad at me, I won't do it again."

Troy hugged him back and said, "I am not mad and if it is ok with Brian, we can put this in the past."

I smiled and said, "Until today, it was in the past for me. I have a new life here that I love, with people around me that I love. I forgive you too, Nate." I held out my hand and Nate shook it. He wiped his eyes with a napkin and sat back down.

Logan turned towards his brother and said, "Erik, I think I have made some mistakes with you. I have yelled at you and called you names, and I was wrong. You and I have never been very close, and I would like to change that. You can be a pain in the butt, but I really do love you. What I am figuring out as I look at Tyler and Brian, and also now that I am looking, I also see the relationship that Troy and Nate have. I am a little sad that you and I don't have that kind of relationship. I guess what I am asking is, would you be willing to change it?"

"Why, just because the freak and the rat are doing it?"

"I get that you are angry, but please quit taking it out on them. The trouble you have caused, and that you are in at the moment, is entirely of your own making. Although they have shown me what brothers can be like, it has nothing to do with them. This is about you and I and I want to try to be a better brother to you. I guess what I am asking is if you would be willing to give me another chance to be your big brother."

I could tell Erik was trying to be hard, but I could also tell that he was not sure how to handle this situation. It is all new to him and he was confused. "Whatever."

"I just want to say one more thing to you and then, as Tyler told Brian, it has to be your decision, I will not force it, but I won't give up trying either. What I have to say is this, I love you and I am proud that you are my brother. You are smart; I can tell that by your report card. I see the way you are always looking out for our little sister Sara by making sure that her diaper in clean, and that she is always smiling. I can tell that you two will be tight, and I want some of that."

Erik was looking down, but I could see a tear in his eye. The rest of the meal went by great. Nate and I played a tic tac toe game on the place mat, and the older guys talked about swimming and girls. I caught Erik staring at me when Tyler put his arm around me and gave me a hug. He looked at his brother who caught it as well. Troy put his arm around his brother and pulled him close. I expected Erik to pull away and get mad, but he didn't. He just let Troy hug him.

***

We were checked in at the gate and headed to our house. Once we stripped, we headed upstairs. When we entered our room, I saw my backpack and my suitcase on the bed. I could not believe that I forgot about it. I emptied my suitcase and Tyler took it to the storage room. I was wondering where Timmy and Owen were, but I was too tired to go looking for them. I laid down on my bed and fell right asleep.

I woke up sometime during the night to find Owen and Timmy asleep in their beds. I could not believe I did it again. I got out of bed, grabbed my toothbrush, and headed to the bathroom to brush my teeth and pee. When I got back, I was worried that I would not be able to fall back to sleep–I was wrong.

The week went by as it normally did, wake up, clean out, breakfast, school, lunch, school, dinner, swimming lessons with Tyler, Owen, and Timmy, clean out with shower, appointment, homework, bed. Then rinse and repeat. Owen was loving his appointments and was actually looking forward to his mounting on Friday.

"I can't believe that you are not scared. Man I was shaking for days before my first mounting."

"I guess I am nervous about it, but I knew it was going to happen long before I got here. I was just hoping it would be my daddy that did it the first time. I got a letter from him yesterday saying that the trial has been moved until after the first of the year."

"Is that why you have looked so sad today?"

"Yeah, I was really hoping that he would get out in time to be my first."

Owen started crying and I just hugged him. I felt so bad for him, his dad is so important to him, and he misses him so much. I know how that feels.

Chapter 23
Owen's Big Day

On Wednesday I was the only one in the room not scheduled for an appointment. I finished my homework and was reading my book when Owen came running into the room all excited. "Brian, Brian, I did it. I really did it, I didn't think I could, but I did!"

"I don't believe you." I said still looking at my book but not reading.

Owen pulled the book out of my hands and giving me a dirty look, "I did too, all of it."

"Owen, I need you to be honest with me when I ask you this, ok?"

"I will, I promise."

"Ok, I need you to take a deep breath and tell me… What did you do? I can't be happy for you if I don't know."

He just stared at me for a few seconds, then broke out in a smile, hit himself on the head, and fell over laughing. "Duh, I guess I should have led with that huh?" he said still laughing.

I grabbed him by the shoulders and shook him. Then I asked, "Well?"

"Oh yeah. So I was with Mr. Collins in room three and had just finished sucking his cock and swallowing his cum. I waited while he recovered expecting to leave and head to the service computer to do my survey. Instead he took my hand and led me into the shower. He told me to kneel and take his cock head into my mouth. I knew what was coming and didn't think I could do it. I remembered how you did it with Pa and I put my thumbs on his piss tube and controlled the flow. Sometimes I had to stop it completely, but Mr. Collins didn't get mad, he just waited for me to catch up and then go again. In the end, I drank it all and didn't spill a drop."

"Yeah! I knew you could do it brother."

We were dancing around the room singing and laughing when Timmy came in. I looked at the door and other kids were smiling and laughing at me and Owen.

"What has gotten into you two?"

Owen told the whole story again just the way he told me. Before you knew it, Timmy joined us in the dance. When Tyler walked in, Owen told the whole story again.

Once we were all calmed down again, we grabbed our toothbrushes and toothpaste and headed to the bathroom to wash and pee. When we got back to the room, we hugged and kissed each other good night and crawled into bed.

***

Thursday went like the others, although, I don't want you to think it was boring. I have so much fun in my classes and I love the fact that I get along so well with the other kids. I never thought that I would enjoy being around other students. I guess not being afraid is a big part of that.

In my English class Mr. Hall set up a debate. It was me, Tony, Jake, and Albert against Franklin, Joe, and Byron. The subject was gas vs. electric cars. We spent half of the class for two days in our groups figuring out how to argue our points. My group was the gas side and I think we worked harder on ours, because how do you defend it over electric. Today was the big day and we followed the rules that Mr. Hall set up and we went at it.

I thought I caught them with the fact that it takes fuel like coal to run electric plants, but Byron was having none of that and argued that more electrical power was produced by solar, wind, or water then by any fossil fuels. The arguments got heated a few times, but in the end my team got stomped, but we had a great time.

Later, I walked into the Drama classroom and got my required hug from Ma. Owen was right behind me getting his hug. The other kids were laughing at us but stopped when Owen and me took bows and I said, "Thank you, thank you. The award for the best hugs from a teacher is…" Owen acted like he was handing me and envelope. I acted like I opened it and while looking at it asked, "Are you sure?" Owen nodded. "Ok, the award for the best hugs from a teacher is… Mrs. Walters!"

Everyone clapped and Ma acted like she was receiving an award from Owen, "I just can't believe you all voted for me. I am so happy."

She leaned over and kissed me right on the cheek. "Hey, wait a minute lady. Hugs only, kisses are completely against the agreement," I said, as I made a production of wiping the kiss from my cheek.

Owen was laughing as were the other kids until Ma leaned over, grabbed his face and kissed him on each cheeks and on the forehead. That got a lot more laughter from the other kids and Owen just fell backwards acting like he had been shot.

Once everyone calmed down we ran the lines from the first half of the play, and we did awesome. When I was not on stage, one of the other kids asked, "Are you sure you and Owen are not real brothers, you sure are a lot a like?"

"We are brothers, maybe not by blood, but we are brothers."

***

Friday, Owen woke up in a great mood and even had a big breakfast. At lunch he ate another big meal. When we left the dining room I pulled him off to the side and asked, "Are you OK?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I be?"

"You are getting mounted tonight, how can you not be nervous. I was almost puking by this time on my day."

"I am a little nervous about it, but it is going to happen so why worry about it. Besides, if I start really thinking about it, I will breakdown crying that it won't be my daddy. I am better off not thinking about it."

"I hear you Owen. You know I will be here for you, anything you need."

We just finished getting our cunts cleaned and were back in our room. Tyler came in and sat on Owen's bed next to him.

"You ready to go buddy?"

"Yes, I am ready."

We all got up and headed out. We went down the stairs and when we got to the bottom, Timmy hugged and kissed Owen, "You got this my friend. I will be waiting for you with a coke in my hand," he said smiling.

I stepped up and gave Owen a kiss and a hug, "It will all be over soon buddy. I will see you out there."

Owen looked at me confused, "Where are you going?"

"To the main room to wait for you."

Owen shook his head and said, "No you're not. You are staying with me till the last possible second."

Tyler said, "I am sorry Owen, he can't come back with you. He has to go to the main room."

Owen shrugged his shoulders and said, "Ok." Then he turned and headed for the stairs.

Tyler asked, "Owen, where are you going?"

"Back to our room. If Brian is not coming back with me, then I am not going either."

I walked up to him and said, "Come on Owen, there are rules and we can't break them. Besides, there are a lot of people in that room waiting to celebrate with you."

Owen was so calm and clear when he responded with, "Tell them to go home then. I am not going without you by my side til I go in that room."

Owen had been in the service class on Tuesday and was shown where it was going to happen. Just then the Headmaster came around the corner and said, "Come on Owen, we have to get started."

Tyler told the Headmaster, "He won't go unless Brian walks with him til he goes inside."

"No, that is not how this is done. Brian, head into the main room please. Owen let's go." Owen turned and headed for the stairs again. The Headmaster could not believe what he was seeing. "Owen, I will not tell you again."

Owen turned and looked at the Headmaster, "With all due respect Sir, you can't make me do it. I am ready for it, but will only go if Brian goes with me. Otherwise I will go back up to my room and pack so I will be ready when you send me to another house."

I ran back to Owen and grabbed his arm, "Please don't do this, I don't want you to go back to another house."

The Headmaster shook his head and said, "You are right Owen, I can't and won't make you do this, and I will let Brian walk you back, but don't for a moment think that this is over."

"Sir, it is worth getting my butt paddled for this. I need my best friend by my side during this."

"Ok, let's go boys. Tyler why don't you head into the main room. I will walk them down."

"Yes Sir." He leaned over and gave Owen a hug, "I will see you out there when you are done."

We walked down the hallway to the door I came screaming out of only a few weeks ago. We got to the room, and for the first time, noticed two lights over the door, one red and one green. The red one was lit up. "Owen, when the light turns green, you will go in and meet the man that will be mounting you for the first time."

All of a sudden I saw Owen start to cry. I am not talking about a tear from fear, he just turned from a calm boy to a shaking crying kid. I wrapped him in a hug and said, "It is hard at first, but not so bad after he is in you."

He pulled back and said, "I can't do it, I thought I could, but I can't."

"I know buddy, I felt the same way, but you can. I will be waiting for you when you are done."

He pulled away, "I am not afraid of the mounting or the pain," he yelled.

"Then what is it?" I asked trying not to let his yelling make me yell.

"Brian, he is not my daddy. I am sorry Headmaster, but I can't do it. My daddy promised me that he would be my first, and if I have to wait ten years for him to get out of prison, then that is what I will do."

"Owen, I get that you wanted him to be your first, but he is not here. If you cancel you will not be allowed to be a Crossman." The Headmaster said.

"I know, and I want to be a Crossman so much Sir, but it isn't right that anyone besides my daddy is my first."

"Is that your final decision?"

Still crying hard, knowing that his next answer may be his last as a Crossman, "Yes Sir."

"Ok, you were right before, I won't make you do something with your body that you don't want to do. However, you are going to have to tell that man in there that you are not going through with it and why."

Owen's eyes got real big. "Don't make me go in there alone Sir, please."

"Fine, Brian go in there with him. Maybe you at least can take care of him after Owen is done."

I looked at Owen with tears in my eyes. I would not be able to share my room with one of my best friends. Would he still be able to go to Ma and Pa's place on the weekends? The light turned green and the Headmaster opened the door. Owen and I went in and when we rounded the corner I saw the man standing there naked with his back towards us. I thought at first it may be Mr. Donahue, but it wasn't.

Owen still looking at the ground said, "Sir, my name is Owen, and you are here to mount me, but I can't let you. You see, my daddy was supposed to be my first and I don't want no one else but him to do it. I am very sorry Sir, please don't be mad at me."

The man turned around and cleared his throat forcing Owen to look out of curiosity, expecting it to be Pa or Dr. Butler I guess.

Owen

When I looked up I expected to see a disappointed Pa looking back at me, but what I saw brought tears of joy to my eyes.

"Daddy!!!" I ran into his arms and he picked me up. I was crying into his shoulder.

"Hey sweet boy, you better not let anyone mount you before me."

I pulled back and pushed myself out of his arms. When I hit the floor, I started hitting him until Brian pulled me off. Daddy dropped to his knees to look me in the eyes as I yelled, "I hate you, you left me all alone. How could you do that to me? You are all I had."

My dad looked at Brian and nodded his head. Brian released his grip on me and stepped back. My dad grabbed my hands and said, "Baby, I am so sorry. I know you have been through so much. You need to know that leaving you was the last thing I wanted to do. It may not look like it now, but I did what I thought was best for you. Mr. Ryley stole a lot of money from our clients and me while setting it up to look like I was the thief."

"I just got a letter from you saying that your court date got moved till after the first of the year."

"That is true, it did but I wrote that letter to you almost two weeks ago. Since then Mr. Ryley has been located as well as evidence that it was all him and I had nothing to do with it. My case was dismissed last week, I am a man free to take care of my kids."

I took a deep breath and ran back into his arms. "I have missed you so much."

After a few minutes, my dad asked, "Who is this with you? I was expecting you to come in alone."

I backed away from my dad and turned to give Brian a hug. "Look Brian, it's my daddy! He is going to be my first."

"Oh, is this the Brian you wrote me about?"

"Heck no, I like that one." I giggled. "Of course it is.

"Daddy, this is Brian, he is my best friend and he also may have saved my life once but who remembers those things," I said giggling.

Daddy reached out and pulled Brian into a hug. "I owe you everything. I could not have gone on without my boy. Thank you so much."

"He is really making it bigger than it was, but you're welcome. He is my brother and one of my two best friends." Brian pulled back from the hug and gave my daddy a dirty look.

"You ain't planning to take him out of this school are you."

"Nope, I have something that I have to do out of town, but I already found us a home here and as soon as I am done, I will be here permanently."

We all heard the outer door open and the Headmaster stepped in. "Ok, Owen, head back up to your room and Brian will take it from here."

"No Headmaster, this is my daddy. He is the one that is supposed to mount me."

With a serious look on his face the Headmaster said, "Are you sure this time?"

"Oh yes, Sir!"

The Headmaster smiled letting me and Brian know that he was just playing with us. "Ok then, Brian, let's leave these two alone so we can get this party started." They started walking out when I heard the Headmaster say, "Brian, don't tell anyone who is mounting Owen. Let him do the telling."

"Yes Sir." I heard Brian say as the door closed behind them.

My daddy picked me up and gave me another big hug and asked, "Owen, before this goes any further, are you sure you are ready for this?"

"Oh yes, daddy, I have been waiting for this for a long time."

Smiling, he placed me on the mounting table and strapped me onto it. My face was in the hole and my hands were holding to the handlebar grips. I heard a cabinet door open and close. I was excited that my daddy was finally going to mount me, but also very scared. I felt him push something into my cunt and then kinda fill me up, but not full like the cleanings. He pulled it out and then I felt him rubbing the lube like Tyler uses to clean me all around my hole.

"Daddy, I know you love me, but you have to do this. You can't stop even if I scream and beg, ok?"

"Are you sure you want to do this here? I was always planning to work you up to my cock, not force it all at once."

"That was before we became Crossman, daddy. Brian and Timmy said that it is awful at first, but when we go out afterwards we will truly be Crossman. Please promise me that you will finish no matter what I say. You owe me, daddy, for leaving me and this is all I want."

"Ok, if you are sure."

I heard him lubing up his cock and then felt the head against my cunt. I pushed out really hard, like Tyler taught me to do for cleanings. I heard a click and saw a little red light in front of me, then it was stars, and my dad pushed the cock that made me, into my no longer virgin cunt.

I screamed, cried, and begged him to stop as he entered me with just the head of his huge cock. Through all of that, I thought I heard clapping. For the next few minutes, although it felt like hours, my daddy slowly pushed more of his cock into me. He stayed there for a bit, and then I felt my dad start to pull out. I felt him stop and just stay with the head of his cock in me for a moment. I guess he felt me loosen up a little and he pushed back inside me. This seemed to go on forever before I felt his pubic hair on my butt.

He leaned over me the best he could in the position he was in and whisper, "I am all the way in now. I am going to give you a minute to get used to it and then I will continue. You are amazing, I knew it would feel good, but never imagined it would be this good."

After a little bit he said, "Here we go baby, I won't stop again until I finish."

He pulled almost all the way out and then slowly pushed all the way back in again. Then it was out and in, out and in. The searing pain lessened, so I was not screaming anymore, which was good because my throat hurt, and I was not sure if I could. After a little bit more, it just hurt. That is when I heard him moaning. I smiled to myself as I remembered all the times I had him in my mouth and heard the same moan.

He started pumping in and out very fast as I felt a warmth starting to fill me up. I knew he was cumming in me and was so happy that it was finally over; knowing that I would not have been happy with anyone but my daddy in me for the first time. It took him a bit to recover and pull out. The little red light went off in front of my eyes, and I heard him in the bathroom. I also heard cheering and laughing going on in the main room. I wondered how they knew it was over.

Woken from my thoughts by a warm cloth rubbing in my butt cleaning me off, I felt pressure as something was pushed into my cunt. I thought he was going again, but he was working on removing the straps and helping me up. "I am so sorry my sweet boy, I never wanted to hurt you."

"I know daddy, but I am so happy it was you and not someone else. I almost gave up everything because I only wanted you to be my first."

"I know baby, and I am happy that I was the one that got to be your first. However, I would have been heartbroken if you would have given up everything you have accomplished just for me." He grabbed my hands and turned them over looking at the scars on my wrists. I watched as a tear fell from his eye. "I am so sorry Owen, how could I have allowed this to happen to you?"

I just watched as my father cried and kissed my wrists. I pulled my wrists back as I jumped up to give my daddy a hug. We just cried for a few minutes as we held each other tight. "Please forgive me daddy, I just felt so lonely and scared. Please don't be mad at me daddy. I will never do it again."

My dad pulled away from me shaking his head. "You have nothing to be sorry for Owen. If I would have been paying more attention at the office, Mr. Ryley would not have been able to do what he did, and I would never have had to leave you. I love you and missed you so much that I hurt all the time."

We fell into each other's arms again. We held each other for a few more minutes before daddy said, "I think we need to get out there. All of your friends are waiting for you, to celebrate your big day."

We went into the bathroom and washed our faces, then walked hand in hand till we entered the big room. As soon as we made it through the door we were greeted by cheers and applause. It caught me of guard, and I hid behind my daddy. That didn't last long though because Brian and Timmy grabbed me and pulled me out; patting me on the back and hugging me.

Timmy whispered in my ear, "Who is he? I know I have seen him somewhere before, but I can't place him."

I could not help but laugh, "Think about it bonehead, I am sure you have seen him around our room."

Timmy looked confused for a second, then looked at the man and smiled. "Is it really him?"

I think Tyler recognized him just then as well. With a loud yell, "Excuse me everyone, can you please quiet down for a moment." As soon as the talking quieted down Tyler asked, "Owen, would you like to tell everyone who had the honor of being the first to mount you?"

I grabbed his hand and said, "Hi everyone, I would like you to meet my daddy." Anyone who knew my story assumed that my dad was still locked up. So everyone cheered as I wrapped my daddy in a hug.

The guys dragged me off to a corner to make sure that I was ok and to show me the video of my face as I was mounted. I could not believe that people were watching my face and hearing my screams at the same time. I thought they just heard it through the walls. We were all talking when all of a sudden, I felt sick. I had to find my daddy.

I ran around the room looking for him with Brian and Timmy following close behind me with worried looks on their faces. I finally found him talking with Pa and Dr. Butler. I stopped in front of him with tears pouring out of my eyes.

"You are going to leave me again aren't you?"

He looked at me surprised, "Of course not, why would you ask that?"

"Because you said so in front of Brian. Why are you going to leave me again?"

He just smiled, sat down and pulled me on to his lap. I saw Pa, Dr. Butler, Brian, and Timmy start to leave when my dad said, "Please don't go. You have all been an important part of my sons life and he needs you to be here for this."

I knew it, he was not out of prison for good, just long enough to mount me. He turned me so that he could look me in the eyes. "Owen, there in only one thing in this world that would pull me away from you again, and prison is not it."

"Then why are you leaving me daddy?"

"You know that while I was in prison, I could not receive letters from you directly, that they had to go through my lawyer, right?"

"Yes Sir."

"However, I did receive other letters directly that broke my heart as much as what I was finding out about you. Your sister was writing me letters and having them sent to me by her nanny. She wrote me how your mom's drinking has gotten worse and how scared she is of what your mom is doing. Amanda is very scared, and I need to make sure she is safe."

"I thought mommy was nice to Amanda?"

"About six months ago your mom lost the house. She was supposed to sell it and find something smaller that she could live in. The house was not in my name and was purchased with money your grandparents left her when they died. That meant that the government could not take it, like they took everything else. However, without my money, your mom could not afford to keep it. So, because she is selfish, and would not sell, she lost what should have been enough to buy a smaller house for Amanda and herself."

"If she did not have any money, how did Amanda still have a nanny?"

"Mrs. Porter was there when your sister was born. She knows what kind of person your mother is, do you really think that she would not be keeping an eye on her?"

"I guess not."

"If you tell me not to go, I won't. I will stay here with you."

I jumped off his lap, grabbed his hand and pulled him up, "You have to go find Amanda daddy. You have to make sure she is safe. I have my friends," I said pointing at Brain and Timmy, "And people who love me," Pointing at Ma, Pa, and Dr. Butler. "They will make sure I am safe until you come back for me. I need you, but I know momma, so I know that Amanda needs you more."

"Wow, what happened to that scared and shy little boy I left here so long ago?"

I pointed at Ma and Brian, "It's their fault, they made me an actor." I giggled.

"An actor, what do you mean?"

Ma spoke up, "Didn't Owen tell you? He is the lead in the fourth-grade school play."

My dad sat back down in his chair. "The lead in a play in front of people? This must all be a dream; I must still be in my cell asleep. There is no way this can be real." Just then my dad yelled, "Ouch, why did you pinch me Owen?" He asked rubbing his arm.

Giggling I said, "I just wanted you to see that you are awake, silly. You better get going and help Amanda."

"Slow down buddy. Amanda is safe for now; I have people watching and looking out for her. I will be leaving tomorrow morning. Tonight it's you and me kid."

We all went over and joined the party. For a while I sat on my daddy's lap and we watched all the sex going on. We watched very young boys and girls holding men's cocks and licking them along with their balls. We watched boys and girls sitting and bouncing on men's laps with cocks in their cunts. My dad thought it was hot watching the girls bounce on the men's cocks while the men played with their pussies.

As the party ran down, my daddy followed me up to my room to get my clothes and see how I was living. Adults are not normally allowed up here, but the Headmaster made an exception this one time. My daddy was happy to see the pictures of him and Amanda on my headboard. He followed me downstairs where I got dressed, then we headed out towards the gate.

We went through the gate and into the parking lot. I was so happy to be with my daddy, I never even thought about what kind of car he had. As we rounded this minivan, there it was, my daddy's pride and joy, his Ferrari 458 Italia in Blu Scuro. For those that are not sure, it is the most beautiful blue I have ever seen.

I started Jumping around, "Daddy, you still have it. I was sure you lost it."

"I told you it was hidden away. When I hid it from your mother, I never thought I was hiding it from the greedy hands of our government, too."

Then I got kinda sad, "Are you going to have to get rid of her for the money?"

"Son, I am not a thief and I will work very hard to help those people that lost their money get back as much as I can, but I am not stupid either. When I saw how your mother spent money, and how she treated you, I started hiding money. I needed to make sure that when things ended between us, and I knew that they would, I had the money to take care of you and your sister. With that in mind, I started stashing money offshore. I can produce records to prove that the money is mine and had nothing to do with the theft. I just had to make sure that no matter what your mother did, that you and your sister were protected and would have money for your futures. Now, let's go look at our new house."

"Our new house, what about the one that we lived in before you went to jail?"

"Oh that, you still own that, but it is being rented by a very nice family."

"What do you mean I own it?"

"I bought the house in your name so that you would always have a place to call home. However, when everything went down the way it did, my lawyer hired a management company to take care of it, until you decide what you want to do with it."

All I could say is, "Wow. Daddy, if another family is living in my house, where are we going to live?"

We got into the Dream Machine, as I liked to call it, and headed out. We drove for a bit and turned on the road that took us right up to the gate to the Crossman Ranch. Daddy punched in a code and the gates opened up.

"Daddy, we live on the ranch, really?"

"Of course, where else would a Crossman live?"

As we drove, I saw Ma and Pa's house as we passed by, "Daddy, that is where Ma and Pa live with Brian!"

"I know, who do you think helped me find our new home?"

We drove about another mile and pulled into a driveway that led us to our new house. It was a ranch style like Ma and Pa's place, but not quite as big. I went inside after taking off my clothes and explored the house. It was a three-bedroom, two bath house with a big kitchen and a two-car garage. It was not fancy, but I had fancy once and it was not all that it was cracked up to be. I entered the first bedroom, and it was a girls room with pretty wallpaper, bedspread, and curtains.

I went into the next room and could not believe what I was seeing. I felt my eyes water and then I felt my dad behind me. I turned to look at him and he smiled, "Do you like it?"

"It is all my stuff from the other house. The room looks just like it did there."

"I had my lawyer put everything in storage and then set it up here like it was in the old house. I know you may be a little old for some of this, but it is all yours so I decided that you could choose what you wanted to keep or get rid of."

I jumped into his arms and just hugged him, telling him how much I loved him, over and over. He carried me to his room, and we showered together, dried off, brushed our teeth, and crawled into bed. We just snuggled up with my back to his chest and fell asleep.

The next morning daddy woke up to me licking his balls and sucking his cock. It didn't take him long to cum and I swallowed every drop.

"Damn boy, that is one excellent way to wake up. Now, however, I have to pee."

"Ok." I said as I took his hand and dragged him into the shower. I kneeled down and took the head of his cock in my mouth.

"I get that you like sucking my cock buddy, but I really need to pee now."

I took his cock out of my mouth and said, "I know, go ahead." I took his cock back in my mouth and waited.

"Son, I know this is a Crossman thing, but you don't have to do it for me."

I pulled off again, "Daddy, I am a Crossman, and I know I don't have to do it, but I want to."

I took him back into my mouth again while putting my thumbs on his piss tube. A second later I felt the first warm spray of my daddy's pee as it entered my mouth. I did well with the control of the flow, but at one point I overestimated my abilities and flooded my mouth. Some of it got out, but I swallowed most of it.

When he finally finished and he pulled out of my mouth, I looked up to see him smiling, "Son, I always dreamed of the day that I would mount you, but never thought of using you like that. I will continue to do it if that is what you want, but that is not my thing and I would rather not."

"It's ok daddy, we don't have to do it if you don't want to. I just want to make you happy."

He picked me up and kissed me. "Son, just being able to hold you and tell you how much I love you is enough for me."

We ate breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen, and made the beds. Then he dropped me off at Pa's house and went to get my sister.

***

Chapter 24
Finding Amanda

Owen's dad Mr. Thomas Jackson

I woke up to find my pride and joy laying snuggled up naked next to me, still asleep. I can't believe that I was finally able to take that sweet little cherry cunt of his. I can't possibly count the number of times I thought about it and jacked of dreaming of the day that I would take it.

Before Owen, I had never thought of putting hands on a child and hated all those guys I saw on the news who had done it. However, something about my relationship with Owen changed something in me. Maybe it was the way he looked up to me with pure love in his eyes. Maybe it was the pure love I felt for him that allowed me to cross that line. I don't know what it was, but it was powerful.

The path was set from the time he was about three and would just sit there and play with my cock and balls so tenderly that, although, I knew I should stop it, I couldn't. I never forced myself on him and if he ever said stop, I would have. I know that sounds stupid, I mean he was just a little boy. I know all the arguments, I had them with myself daily. I just believe that we as humans, are sexual beings and that we know what we want and what is going to make us happy. My cock always seemed to make Owen happy, and it sure made me happy.

I guess the only time that I ever really hated myself for what I was doing with Owen was last night. I wanted to mount him so badly, but when he screamed as I entered him, it almost killed me. I tried to pull out a few times, but he knew what I was doing and screamed harder. Then of course, I got to the point where, even if I wanted to, I couldn't stop.

I leaned over and kissed his cheek, "Owen sweetie, it is time to wake up buddy."

Slowly he opened his eyes, stretched, and yawned. He looked at me and a smile broke out on his beautiful face. "I am so happy, I thought it was all a dream but here you are!"

He wrapped me in one of his amazing hugs, "No baby, it was not a dream. I am here with you, my wonderful boy."

He pulled back all of a sudden, "Daddy, you have to go. Amanda needs you, and I need you to bring me my sister."

"I will be going to get your sister, but I am not sure what I will do afterwards. I guess she will have to go to a boarding school somewhere."

"No daddy, I want my sister with me."

"I wish I could do that buddy, but we live in a world that she is not a part of. Amanda is twelve, almost thirteen and I am not sure she would want to be a part of our world. She could not live here with us because she is not a Crossman."

"Then what we need to do is get rid of the people that are in my house and move in there. That way she can live with us. What I don't understand is, if you knew she could not live here, why did you set a room up for her?"

"That is a good question buddy. I guess the only real answer I can give you is that in my heart, no matter where I am, I want my babies with me. You are right, Amanda is more important to us than being a Crossman. I will call the lawyer on Monday and ask him how we would go about getting the house back."

I hugged him again. I could not believe this smart, caring boy is the one I left here two years ago. I pulled the covers off and as soon as Owen saw my morning wood he attacked it with his mouth. He licked every inch of my cock and balls with a passion. He gently licked my ball sack and took each ball into his mouth so lovingly. Then it was back to my cock where he licked the whole thing like it was the best lollypop he ever had. When I was close to cumming, he stopped licking my cock and went back to my balls. I wondered how he knew about edging. When I calmed down he went back to my cock and sucked me till I had the best orgasm of my life. I didn't expect him to be able to swallow it all, but he did. I am so proud of this boy that I could just burst.

We got out of bed and headed to pee and to the shower. As I got near the toilet, Owen dropped to his knees and opened his mouth. "I am sorry Owen, I know that this is a Crossman thing, and maybe I will be able to do it in the future, but for right now I am just going to pee in the toilet."

Owen stood up and said, "That's ok daddy, the biggest Crossman rule is that no one has to do anything that they are uncomfortable with. I am sure that means daddy's as much as it means boys."

I hugged him again, "You just amaze me little man." We jumped in the shower, then it was breakfast, and out the door. I dropped him off at the Walters house and with lots of tears and hugs, I left to find my daughter.

I planned on driving straight through, but no matter how wonderful I think my Ferrari is, it is still a tight fit and not the most comfortable car for a long trip. I stopped at a hotel Saturday night and started driving Sunday morning after an unhealthy McDonalds breakfast.

It was about two in the afternoon when I got the call from the lawyer handling the custody case that I didn't think my ex-wife even knew that we were in yet I pushed the button on the steering wheel to accept the call.

"Hello?"

"Hello Tom, this is Sam."

"Well, hello Sam ,what's the good word?"

"Amanda has been taken into custody by CPS (Child Protective Services) about an hour ago."

"Is she ok, and did her mother put up a fight?"

"She is fine and is where she needs to be for now. As for her mother, she may not even know this happened yet."

"I don't understand."

"I will explain it all when you get here. I just wanted to let you know that she is safe."

"I am still about four hours out, so I will meet with you in the morning, right."

"Yes, meet me at my office at seven so that we can go over everything."

"When will the hearing be?"

"Your ex has been served with the papers, and the hearing is scheduled for one o'clock tomorrow afternoon."

"Wow, that was fast, I thought it would be at least a few days."

He laughed, "Things move fast when you are a Crossman."

"It sounds like there doesn't even need to be a hearing."

"You would be wrong to think that way. Although being a Crossman has its advantages, that will not guarantee that you would win the case. The Judge, who by the way is a Crossman, and a graduate of the Crossman School for Girls, will always, without question, decide in the best interest of the child. Unless we can show cause, she would not take the child from her mother."

"But there is cause?"

"Oh yeah, lots of cause."

I was waiting outside Sam's office when he got there at six thirty. "We did say seven didn't we?"

"We did. However, I didn't sleep much last night. You know it has been about two years since I have seen my daughter and I can't wait to wrap her up a huge hug."

We spent the morning going over the case. I blew up a few times as I was shown what the investigators had found. I added to the file with pictures and reports of the abuse to Owen. We finished up around eleven and went to find something to eat. My stomach was in knots and I barely ate anything. In fact, I was fighting the urge to throw up.

At twelve forty-five, Sam and I entered the empty courtroom and took our place at the table to the right. Sam spread his paperwork on the table and went through it again to make sure it was all in order. A few minutes later, another man joined us. He introduced himself as Peter Wallace with CPS.

About ten minutes later, my ex, Kathy, walked into the courtroom. She looked horrible; how could the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, turn in the woman that I am looking at now. The bailiff guided her towards the table on the left. Just as she was sitting down she turned and saw me at the other table. At first she said nothing, but I could see the hatred in her eyes.

"You bastard," She yelled, "First you take my son and now you are after my daughter."

She got up to come after me when a man, who I am guessing was her court appointed lawyer,r got in front of her and said, "Go ahead Mrs. Jackson, go over and attack him. Just don't expect to ever see your daughter again afterwards. She will probably be in college before you get out of jail."

This got her attention and she sat down. She talked with her lawyer until the bailiff announced, "All rise, this court is now in session. The honorable Elizabeth Myers presiding."

We all stood and watched as a stern looking woman entered the courtroom and took a seat behind the big desk. "You may be seated. This is case number GBF14378619 Jackson V. Jackson. Mr. Thomas Jackson is requesting full custody of the minor Amanda Jackson, twelve years old.

"Before we start, I want it understood by both parties that my job here today is to make sure that the child, Amanda Jackson, is safe and in a healthy environment. The only side I am on here is hers. Therefore, I will not allow this to become a screaming match between parties. Do not address each other at any time during this hearing. You are to only address me or the lawyer. Have I made myself perfectly clear here?"

We all agreed, and the Judge continued, "Will the lawyers please rise and introduce yourselves to the court."

Both lawyers rose and Elizabeth's lawyer spoke, "John Williams for the defendant your honor."

"Samuel Perkins for the plaintiff your honor."

"Thank you, gentleman. Are there any motions before the court?"

Mr. Williams rose, "Yes your honor. Mrs. Jackson just found out about this hearing yesterday afternoon, so we are requestioning a continuance. This would allow us time to prepare."

Sam rose, "We object your honor. We will show a pattern of abuse, both physical and emotional. We will show how the defendant, on many occasions, didn't even know the minor child was away from the house for days at a time. We don't believe that a continuance will change anything and will keep the minor child in foster care for no reason."

Sam sat down and we waited for the Judge to make a decision. "I am going to deny the motion for continuance. Based on the reports I have; I do not see where a continuance would make a difference. However, if I see any indication that I am wrong, I will look at the motion again. Mr. Perkins, you may make your opening statemen."

Sam rose and said, "Thank you your honor. I don't do much in family court because you see some of the most horrible abuses to the weakest and most innocent people in our society. I, as well as yourself, have seen the bodies of physically abused children. Although, we will only see minor physical abuse today, the real issue here is the mental abuse suffered by Amanda Jackson, as well as the neglect that could have done real damage to her if it weren't for other people taking her in and protecting her. We are here today to show the court that Amanda Jackson will be in a safer and healthier place in the custody of her father, Thomas Jackson. Thank you your honor."

During Sam's opening statement I overheard Beth say to her lawyer, "They are lying, I never hit Amanda."

"Mr. Williams, do you have an opening statement?"

"Yes your honor. The plaintiff states that he would be the better parent to this child, however, he has not even seen Amanda in almost two years now. Most of which, he was in jail for securities' fraud in a Ponzi scheme. He also disappeared with his minor son, Owen Jackson, keeping him away from his mother even while he was in jail. She still has no idea where he is or if he is even still alive. With this information we believe that Amanda Jackson is better off with her mother, where she belongs. Thank you."

"Thank you Mr. Williams, but I will be making an entry into the court transcripts at this time. You inferred in your opening statement that the minor child, Owen Jackson, may be deceased. I have before me school transcripts, medical records, and testimony from multiple parties that Owen Jackson is not only alive but thriving. Ok, Mr. Perkins, call your first witness."

"I would like to call Paul Taylor to the stand."

The courtroom doors opened and in walked a man. He was about five foot eight, with crew cut of brown hair, no facial hair, and a bit of a beer belly. He was dressed in a brown suit that actually fit well on him, he had a grey stripped tie and white shirt.

When he got to the front, the bailiff said, "Please raise your right hand. Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth so help you god?"

"I do."

"Please be seated."

Sam walked up to him and said, "For the record, would you please state your full name and occupation?"

"Of course, my name is Paul Michael Tayler. I am the owner of Paul Taylor construction."

"Thank you, Mr. Taylor. Would you please tell the court how you know the minor, Amanda Jackson?"

"Amanda is my daughter Sara's best friend."

"Have you ever been forced to bring Amanda into your home for her own protection?"

"Forced, no. However, on multiple occasions I have felt it better for her to stay at my home instead of staying in her own home."

"Mister Taylor, I am confused, can you please explain why you felt it was not safe for Amanda to be in her own home?"

"There were many times that Sara would bring Amanda home with her after school. The first time Amanda was running a fever. I called her mom, who answered the phone in a panic, and came right over to pick her up. I felt like something was wrong here, and my daughter was very worried about her."

"If you were worried about her, how come you didn't call someone like CPS?

"Because I have read many stories of families being torn apart by a neighbor reporting something they thought they saw. I know this could have ended much worse and wish I had done more sooner."

"But in the end, you did call CPS. Can you tell the court what made you change your mind?"

"It was a series of events, I guess the first time was just after a school function. It was around five in the evening. My son, wife, and I were there to pick up Sara. Sara told my wife and I that Amanda was going to walk home because her mother was not there to pick her up.

"Well, I was not going to let her walk home, so we offered her a ride. We decided to stop at a pizza place on the way home and have dinner. We tried calling Amanda's mom to let her know, but there was no answer. We arrived at her house at around six thirty and the house was dark. I told Amanda to go inside and that I would wait for her to let me know her mother was home.

"I started to worry because Amanda was taking so long. All of a sudden she came running out of the house crying. My wife and I jumped out of the car and ran to her. She just kept saying that she thought her mother was dead."

I watched all of this with such pain in my heart. I could not fathom what my little girl had been through.

Paul continued on the stand. "I had my wife take Amanda back to the car while I went inside to check on her mother. What I encountered turned my stomach, the house smelled horrible. I have watched enough crime shows that I was sure it was a dead body, until I got to the kitchen. There was trash everywhere, the dishes were piled up in the sink, it was disgusting. Realizing that it was the kitchen that was giving off that smell, I continued my search for Mrs. Jackson.

"I finally found her naked on the bathroom floor. When I reached down to check her pulse, I saw that she was breathing. I shook her a few times, but I could smell the booze on her and knew she was drunk."

Mr. Williams rose and said, "Objection your honor. That is pure speculation on the witness part."

The Judge looked to the witness, "Mr. Tayler, was there anything besides the smell that would lead you to have believed Mrs. Jackson was drunk?"

"Yes your honor, all the empty alcohol bottles around the house and the one laying on the floor beside her."

"Objection overruled. Please continue Mr. Perkins."

"Mr. Taylor, what did you do then?"

"I tried to wake her, but it was no use. I picked her up and put her in her bed. I wrote a note telling her that Amanda was at our house and to call when she wakes up. I found Amanda's room, expecting to find another mess, and was surprised to find it neat as a pin. I looked into her closet for a clean school uniform for the next day, but only found a basket of dirty clothes. I looked through it to makes sure there was underwear and socks as well, and when I was satisfied that there was, I grabbed the whole basket and left the house after making sure it was all locked."

"Why would you take all of her dirty clothes with you sir? I don't understand."

"It seemed obvious to me that her mother was not going to do the laundry for her, so I decided that we would to it at our house so she would have clean clothes."

"Ok, so Mrs. Jackson had one bad night and fell behind on the house cleaning, it happens. That does not make her a bad mother. So why did you call CPS?"

"I agree that one bad night does not constitute a call to CPS. Last thing in the world I wanted to do was to have CPS separate a mother from her child. However, what I described was just the first time, and that was a month ago. During this month, Amanda has spent more time at our house then hers. Her mother never called to check on Amanda, even though I left notes with my phone number on it for her to call me.

"Calling CPS was the hardest call I ever made. Amanda became like another daughter to me and my wife, and a sister to my son and daughter, but I couldn't just keep her, so I called CPS. They came to my house yesterday afternoon and took a crying and screaming little girl with her. My heart broke. I got a call from you last night asking if I would testify and my family knew we would all be here to help Amanda."

"Mr. Taylor, I would like to thank you for everything that you did for Amanda. You are a hero as far as I am concerned." Sam looked at the Judge and said, "No further questions for this witness."

"The Judge looked over and asked, "Mr. Williams, do you have any question for this witness?"

"No, your honor."

Beth was furious and jumped to her feet, "Ask her some questions stupid. You are supposed to help me keep my little girl."

Mr. Williams was mad and responded, "What would you like me to ask him? Did he lie? You tell me what he lied about, and I will cross examine him. Otherwise shut up and sit down."

Beth was shocked that he would talk to her that way and was going to say something until she heard the Judges gavel hit the desk. "I warned you about outbursts Mrs. Jackson. The next time will be contempt and jail. Now, do what your lawyer said and sit down."

Beth sat down hard in her chair. The judge said, "Thank you for your time today, Mr. Taylor, you may step down. Call your next witness Mr. Perkins."

Sam stood and said, "Thank your honor, I would like to call Nancy Porter to the stand."

This upset Beth bigtime. At least she did it quietly this time. The courtroom doors opened and in walked one of my favorite ladies. She had her serious face on, so she didn't look my way. The bailiff gave her the oath and she took the stand.

Sam walked up to her and asked, "Would you please give your name and occupation to court?"

My name is Nancy Amber Porter, and I was a Nanny, but now run a small daycare center."

"Thank you, Mrs. Porter, for taking the time to be here today. Would you be so kind as to tell the court how you know Amanda Jackson?"

Mrs. Porters face went from very serious to very happy as soon as Sam asked about Amanda. "I have known Amanda Jackson since the day she was born."

Acting surprised Sam asked, "Really, how is that?"

"I interviewed for the position as Amanda's Nanny about six months before she was born. Three months before she was born I got the call asking if I would accept the position. I was so impressed with the Jackson's that I accepted right then a there. I was with Mrs. Jackson in the delivery room when the most beautiful baby girl was born."

I looked over at Beth to see tears rolling down her cheeks. Nodding Sam said, "Ok, so let me get this straight. You were hired to care for this little girl so that her mother would not have to?"

I could see Beth about to blow when Nancy jumped in with, "Absolutely not. I was there in a supporting role only. You see back then Mrs. Jackson knew from the start that she had no idea how to be a mother. That is true with all new mothers, but Mrs. Jackson wanted to be a good one, so she hired me to help her, not be Amanda's mother. Let me make this very clear right now, Mrs. Jackson loved her little girl and spent a lot of time with her. However, after about six months, she felt like she needed to get back to doing what she loved and went back to work."

"So she abandoned her daughter to go do some frivolous job."

Nancy was getting mad, "No sir, not at all. She was an amazing lady who didn't work for money for herself. She was in charge of multiple charities. I was at a few events with Amanda, so she was close to her mother. I have never seen anyone working so hard to help other. The money she helped raise saved many lives."

"So I am confused, if you believe that she is such a great mother, why do you think we are here today?"

"Because somewhere along the way something happened to change her."

"What do you think happened?"

"As I said, she was a wonderful mother, but I noticed subtle changes in her. She was devoted to Amanda, but when Mr. Jackson, who was away a lot, would walk into the room, Amanda's face would light up. All she wanted was her daddy, and that seemed to really bother her mother. She went from a fun-loving mom to angry as soon as she saw Amanda reach for daddy. As time went by, she just got angrier. Mr. Jackson saw this too and figured if he could get away with his wife for a week, things would get back to normal. Mr. Jackson love his wife so much, his face lit up whenever he saw her."

"I am sorry Mrs. Porter, what does that have to do with anything?"

"Well, nine months after the trip, sweet little Owen was born."

"Owen would be the second child of the Jacksons, correct?"

"Yes Sir, and a sweeter boy you have never met."

"So, you were the Nanny to both Jackson children?"

"Yes Sir, at first."

"What do you mean at first?"

"There was something about Owen; he would not bond with his mother. Every time she would pick him, up he screamed and cried. I would take care of him and Mrs. Jackson concentrated on Amanda. I had a family thing that took me away for a few days and Mrs. Jackson said that she could handle the kids alone for a few days.

"I left on a Wednesday and Mr. Jackson was due home on Friday. However, when Mr. Jackson came home, he found Owen in bad shape and had to run him to the ER. That weekend, he brought some people in to do construction on the mostly unused wing of the house. He built a kitchen and put doors on the hallway that could lock. I recommended my sister to be his Nanny and that is why I said at first."

"Wow, that is a lot. Thank you. Are you still Amanda's Nanny?"

"No, I was let go when Mrs. Jackson lost the house."

"Have you had any contact with Amanda since?"

"Yes, Mrs. Jackson never told the school that I was not her Nanny anymore so I would go over once a week and have lunch with her. She would tell me what was going on. I worked on becoming a foster parent so that I would be able to take her in if she ever needed me."

"Did she?"

"Yes, I got the call yesterday and she was brought to my house once she was picked up from her friend's home."

"Thank you Mrs. Porter, no more questions."

"Mr. Williams, would you like to cross?"

"No your honor."

Over the next two hours, both Amanda and I were questioned. Amanda talked about her mom's drinking and her living conditions. I talked about why Owen has been hidden from his mom for the last two years and the abuse he suffered at her hands. I thought I would have to wait a few days for the verdict, but the Judge awarded me full custody and issued a restraining order against Beth. That set her off and she grabbed a pen off the table and came at me with pure hatred in her eyes. She was stopped by Sam, and John grabbed her and held her till the bailiff got cuffs on her and she was taken way.

I turned when I heard, "Daddy!" I almost fell over when Amanda hit me hard and wrapped me in a hug. "I have missed you so much. Is Owen with you?"

"No sweetheart, he is in school, and I have missed you too. I am so sorry I had to leave you behind. Please forgive me."

"I forgive you. Can we leave now? I am really hungry."

I really expected her to be more upset about this. However, I realized that I was hungry as well since I missed breakfast and didn't eat more than a few crumbs at lunch. "Yes baby, we can get out of here. What do you want for lunch?"

"I really want to spend time with you talking, do you think maybe we can get some Subway and go to the park and eat it?"

"I think that is a wonderful idea. It is a beautiful evening to sit out and have dinner together."

We went out to the parking lot and all of a sudden Amanda screamed. It took me a second to realize why, "Daddy, you still have Blue." She yelled jumping up and down before she ran over a hugged the Ferrari. When I first got the car, she was the first person I had to take for a ride. I forgot that she named it Blue.

"Of course I still have her. She is third in line of my favorite things."

She smiled that incredible smile that both my children share. "I know the first two."

"No way can you know that." I said with a grin.

"Yes I do. It is me and Owen."

"Ok, I guess you do know." I laughed. "Let's mount up and hit the road."

We went to Subway and placed our orders, then headed to the park. Once we settled at a picnic table she asked the question that I didn't have an answer for.

"Daddy, when are we leaving for my new home? I have missed Owen so much."

"I have to figure that out. You may be going to a boarding school."

Tears started flowing from her eyes, "If you didn't want me, why didn't you just leave me where I was?"

"Oh god baby, that is not what I meant. I am not sure that you would be very happy where Owen and I live, and more than anything in the world I want you to be happy."

"I will be happy anywhere you and Owen are. Why don't you think I would be happy there?"

I was not sure how much to tell her, so I decided to tell her the truth, but not the whole truth. "You see baby, Owen and I belong to a wonderful group called the Crossman and…"

I stopped when this huge smile crossed her face. "You and Owen are Crossman, really?"

"Yes we are, how do you know about the Crossman?"

"Do you promise you won't get mad?"

"Now I am worried, but I will do my best not to get mad."

"Ok, when things started going really bad with mom I got so scared sometimes. I didn't really have anyone to talk to except my best friend Sara. She really wanted me to come to her house but said that I wouldn't like it. I let it drop, but things got worse with mom and she knew I need a place to feel safe. She finally told me that her family were Crossman. She said that because of the Crossman rules women and children are not permitted to wear clothes in the house. She also told me that men were always in charge and that the women and children always did what the man told them to without question."

"Wow, she could get into a lot of trouble telling what your brother calls Regulars about the Crossman."

"I know, and that is why she said that I couldn't come to her house. She said that I would not be allowed to wear clothes there. I thought about it for a few days but didn't bring it up again, because I didn't want my best friend to be in trouble."

We were eating as we talked, and I said, "I feel that there is a lot more to this story. So far, there is nothing to be mad about, so tell me the rest."

"It was a few days after she told me about it that I came to school dirty and not feeling well. She asked me what happened, and I told her that my mother was drunk and yelling at me, so I went outside to hide until she calmed down. I didn't know that she was going to lock the doors and then pass out. So I had to sleep outside and walk to school. Daddy, I didn't even have my books or homework."

I moved over to sit next to her. I wrapped my arm around her and said, "I am so sorry that any of that happen ed to you. Here is where I am confused. In court, Mr. Taylor said that you spent many days and nights at his house. How did you do that considering how they live?"

"I am trying to get there, I am just scared that you will be mad at me."

"Ok, I didn't before, but I am saying it now. I promise that I will not get mad at you or anyone else for what you are going to tell me."

I could tell that she was relieved by this and continued her story, "Anyway, when I told her that I got locked out of the house, she got really mad. She said, 'That's it Amanda, you have to decide what you want to do. If you want me to help you, you will have to come to my house. The only way you can do that is if you are willing to be naked in front of my family.' Daddy, I wanted her help so bad. She cared about me and I needed that. I asked her if she would get into trouble if I came with her and she said, 'A Crossman is supposed to help those in need, and you are in need.' We went to the bathroom and she helped me get cleaned up, but I still felt sick."

I could not believe what I was hearing, but I wanted to hear the rest. "What happened next?"

"We went to her house and into the garage. We took off all of our clothes. I should have been embarrassed to be naked there, but I was really feeling bad. We walked into the house and her mom asked from the kitchen who was home. Sara answered that it was her and told her mom to come here, she needed help. I was lying flat on my back on the couch when her mom came in naked. She said, 'Sara what did you do?' Sara said, 'Mommy she needs help, I had to do it.' I tried to get up, but my head hurt so bad. Her mom put a thermometer to my forehead and ran off. She returned with some medicine and sat me up to take it. Just then her fourteen-year-old brother came walking in just as naked as we were, except he had this thing on his dick."

"Wow, that must have been embarrassing for you."

"I guess it would have been, except I just didn't care. She asked Jr, he is named after his dad so everyone calls him Jr, to help me to the bathroom. She went ahead to start a bath and he helped me in. He left and I soaked with Sara watching over me. I was just starting to get hair down there, and I realized that Sara didn't have any and that Jr didn't either. Sara told me that in the Crossman lifestyle only men had hair on their bodies. Mrs. Taylor came back into the bathroom about twenty minutes later and checked my temperature again. It must have come down, because she called Jr back in to help me out of the tub. I laid down on Sara's bed till her dad got home. Sara and I walked naked to the living room where he was the only one with clothes on."

"I bet he was surprised to see you."

"Oh yeah, I waited for him to blow up, but he sat down and asked Sara for an explanation. She told him the truth about everything, and he told her that he was not happy about her bringing me there, but that he was proud that she cared so much about her friend. Then he spent the next fifteen minutes telling me about the Crossman and how nothing gets said outside this house. I promised and then you know what happened daddy?"

"No, what?"

"Mr. Taylor took off his pants and sat back down. I have never seen a man naked before and his cock, as Sara called it, was huge. I looked at Jr for the first time and realized that I could not see his because he had this thing covering it. Then Jr crawled between Mr. Taylors legs and started licking his balls and cock. I couldn't believe it. After a while he started moaning and Jr was swallowing fast.

"I thought at first he was peeing. When Jr let the cock go from his mouth, there was white stuff all over it. I figured it must be cum. I have heard of it, but never saw it before. As soon as Jr moved away, Sara was there licking up the rest. Mrs. Taylor called us to dinner, and I was not sure I could eat, but it turned out that she made me soup."

"Boy, that is a lot to take in, how did you feel about that?"

Blushing she said, "I thought it was cool. I went there every day after school for a few hours and spent the night as often as I could. Mr. Taylor and some other men that would come over taught me how to suck a cock and swallow their cum. I watched as Mr. Taylor mounted Jr and Sara. I asked if he would do that to me and he said no, that because I am not a Crossman that I could not have it done. I did learn to kiss and really loved kissing Jr. One day he told his dad that he and I would be married someday. His dad said no, that I was not a Crossman and that he would not allow his son to marry me."

"Really Amanda, marriage?"

"Really daddy. Now I will be a Crossman and I will be able to marry him."

I couldn't believe my twelve-year-old little girl was talking about marriage. I thought I better talk to Paul about it and thank him again for taking care of my girl. I got the number from Amanda and called Paul. I asked him if we could come over and talk. He agreed and we headed over.

Amanda showed me how to get there and we walked up to the front door. I had just rung the bell when a realized that Amanda was not with me anymore. Paul opened the door and invited me in. "Where is Amanda?"

"I have no idea, she was with me a moment ago. Maybe she went to get something from the car."

He invited me in and introduced me to his family. I met Jr, and I have to admit he is a cutie. They were all dressed so I could not check him out. Just then another door opened and in walks Amanda, naked at the day she was born. I almost laughed at look of shock and fear on their faces.

Amanda ran to Jr and wrapped him in a hug, "We can get married now, I'm a Crossman!"

I put my hand on Paul's shoulder, "It's ok, I know everything that happened."

He looked at me still in a little shock, "I am sorry if I crossed a line with your daughter. She just became part of my family and we have our ways, but she was never mounted."

"Paul relax, it is all good. I understand the Crossman way and all I know is that you were there for my little girl when she needed you."

I wrapped him in a hug and when I let go I had tears in my eyes. I turned around to see four naked bodies. Once the wife and kids realized that there was no danger, they all stripped. I found Amanda in a lip lock with Jr. I always thought I would kill the boy I saw doing this with her, but they looked so cute.

We talked for a few hours while Paul and I got our cocks sucked by Sara and Jr. I asked Amanda not to do anything here. I told her that I would like our first night together to be special.

We left there at about ten and went to the rundown structure that my ex and daughter called home. Sam told me that Beth was now on a seventy-two-hour psych hold, so I knew we have plenty of time to get anything that Amanda wanted. We walked into the house and the smell hit my like a ton of bricks.

I saw the mess that my little girl has been living in and could not believe it. I followed her to her room and could not believe what I was seeing. Paul was right, it is neat as a pin.

"Baby if you kept your room so clean, why didn't you clean the rest of the house?"

"Because I got yelled at when I did. I don't know why she got so mad about it, but this is my room and I spent all of my time in here."

She collected a few books, stuffed animals, backpack, and pictures of me, Owen, and one of her and her mother. The ones of me and Owen were hidden under her mattress.

"I am so sorry that you had to live like this baby. I promise you will never have to live like this again."

We left the house and went back to the hotel. We took a shower together where I helped her shave herself clean. I had her display for me, and she is beautiful. Her pussy is a work of art, and that cunt is just begging for a fucking. I was so horny, and I carried her to the bed. She went under the covers and gave me an amazing blow job. I woke up the next morning to her sucking on my morning wood. I hate to pick one, but I think Owen does it a little better. We got dressed, her in a nice blouse and a skirt, with no panties.

Once we hit the road, I called Ken Walters, "Hello, this is Ken."

"Hello Ken, this is Tom."

"How's it going? I know you are worried about Amanda not fitting in here, but your son is adamant about his sister living under the same roof."

Both Amanda and I laughed, "Ken, you are on speaker phone with me and my beautiful little girl."

"Oh, I am sorry. I hope I have not messed things up here."

"No, it turns out that she has spent the past month in a Crossman home learning the ways. So I have a few questions I need to ask you. I know that there is a Crossman School for Girls, but it is fifteen hundred miles away. Are there any schools that she can attend closer?"

"Sure, there is a school for Crossman girls right on the ranch. It is a day school, and the girls live at home. It is very similar in educational structure to FSB only there are no Regulars."

"Great, will she be able to start right away?"

"Of course, when will you be back?"

I should be there Wednesday night."

"I will call Jane over there and set you an appointment for Thursday morning. What else can I help you with?"

"Well, now that you mention it, I need some new cars. I feel like I may end up hauling more children than the Ferrari can handle. I would like something big for the kids, and Owen has not stopped talking about your Jeep. He said that there were some off roading areas on the ranch and he really wants to do that."

"He must have learned that from Brian. I have not had a chance to take Owen yet and the Jeep in only set up for one child in the back seat.

"Ok, for the big hauler, Call Mike over at the Ford dealership in Clayton and for the Jeep, call Ash over at Jeep of Clayton. Make sure you tell him you have two little ones that need safety harnesses. They are both Crossman and have special discounts for us."

"Cool, I will do that. If we get in early enough Wednesday, we will stop by and introduce you to my girl."

"Evelyn is going crazy wanting to meet her."

"Just make sure you guys keep this to yourself. I want to surprise Owen."

We stopped at a Ford dealership we were passing and found what we were looking for in the Ford Excursion. I took the vin number off of it and texted it to Mike. I did the same with the Jeep. Both men said that they had similar vehicles and texted me prices with wiring instructions.

We made good time and were home by four. I texted Ken when we were close, and he invited us for dinner. When we pulled into the driveway of our house, there, sitting in the driveway were our new cars.

I pulled old Blue into the garage and helped get everything into the house. I didn't even have to tell her, she stripped right there in the garage and headed into the house. When she saw her room, she just started crying.

"I am sorry if you don't like it. We can change anything you want."

She turned and looked at me and through tear filled eyes, "You didn't forget about me. This is the way my room looked at the old house. Thank you so much daddy, I was sure you forgot about me."

"Oh baby, there is no way I would forget my little girl. I love you so much. Without you, both Owen and I felt something missing. We were a family, just not a complete one. Now that you are here, my family is together and nothing will tear us apart again."

After we got cleaned up, "It's time to go to dinner sweetheart."

"Ok daddy, but what should I wear? I don't have many clothes and I want to look nice."

"That's easy, you don't need to wear anything. I am told that here on the ranch, most of the children and women don't wear any clothes at all."

"Really, I can go like this?"

"Sure sweetie, I like you like that. Just take a dress with you just in case."

I was thinking about taking old Blue over with us but decided to take the Jeep instead. I wondered where they left the keys but found them in the ignition. We headed over to the Walters for dinner. As soon as we pulled into the driveway Evelyn came running naked out of the house.

She went to Amanda's side of the car and pulled open the door. "Oh my god, look at you. You are so beautiful, and you look so much like your brother."

Amanda got a serious look on her face, "So you think I look like a boy? That is not very nice."

"I am so sorry, I just meant that you have a lot of the same facial features of Owen."

Laughing Amanda said, "I was just kidding, I know we look a lot alike."

"Oh, you little devil you. I know a little boy who likes to mess with me, too." Evelyn said laughing.

We all went into the house and sat around the dining room table with a big plate of fried chicken, mashed potatoes, corn, and gravy. "Evelyn, when did you have time to cook all this?"

"Oh, it was nothing, although, I did have to slave over the drive thru at KFC to make you a nice meal."

This got a laugh out of everyone. Amanda told the story of what happened and how she managed to get involved with a Crossman family while we ate.

I said, "I was very surprised to find out that there are Crossman living outside of the communities I had heard about."

Ken spoke up, "It is not uncommon. There are about six families that I know about living right in the middle of Clayton. Throughout the U.S. and many other countries there are gated communities that are exclusively Crossman, but in some cases it is easier for work or school to be in the city somewhere. Of course the families in Clayton are always invited to events that happen here on the ranch and have access to the community center and the girls school as well."

"I learn something new every day."

"Yeah, like it or not." Ken said with a laugh.

Evelyn asked, "When are you going to let Owen know his sisters in town?"

"Well, I guess it will be Friday, when I pick him up from school. I would like him to know we are here, but that might be disruptive."

"I have a better idea… But for now, Amanda, are you done eating?"

"Yes mam."

"Ok, first call me Ma. Your brother's best friend decided that, and it is what your brother calls me."

"Ok Ma."

"Next question. Tom, do you have your credit card on you?"

Confused I said, "Yes, I do."

"May I have it please?"

"Why?"

"Because your daughter and I are going shopping. It sounds like she has very little to wear."

"Oh man, I never thought about school clothes."

"I thought she was going to school here on the ranch?"

"She is."

"She is already dressed for school on the ranch."

"What? Oh right, the ranch, never mind."

I gave over my credit card while Amanda put on her dress. Then they were gone.

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Chapter 25
Family Reunion

Owen

I had such a great weekend. When dad dropped me off at Pa's house it was early. I went in through the garage like always and stripped off the only clothes I was wearing, my tennis shoes. I only wore them to keep my feet from getting dirty. I had the clothes I wore out of the school after my mounting, but that is all I had at my dad's house. He was worried about that until I told him that I had clothes at Pa's house. Dad said he would get me more clothes when he got back.

When I got into the house, it was quiet, so I knew that no one was awake yet. I looked in my room to see if Brian was in there, but he wasn't. I looked in Ma and Pa's room and could see Brian sleeping in the middle. There was some space next to Ma, so I tried to slide in without waking anyone. I pulled the covers back and had just gotten settled thinking that I didn't wake anyone up when Ma rolled over and wrapped me in a hug pulling me to her chest. It felt so good to be wrapped in her arms. I guess Brian's mom was right, a boy needs a mother in his life, and Ma is the one I chose.

She kissed me on the head and with a whisper asked, "You ok my sweet boy?"

"Yes Ma. You know I spent so much time wishing I had a family, and now I have a big one. You, Pa, Brian, Timmy, my dad, and if all works out, I will have my sister back. I can't think of a time I have ever been so happy."

"I am so happy that the sad, shy little boy that I met a few months ago is gone. I love the one that replaced him."

"I love you too, Ma. Thank you so much for being my Ma; I never knew how much I needed one." She hugged me tight and we both fell asleep.

I was woken up by a loud, "Owen!"

I jumped from surprise when someone landed on my back. I was laying on my stomach and tried to turn around to see who it was even though I was sure I knew.

"Brian, get off me, dirtbag."

He climbed off smiling and laughing. "When did you get here?"

I sat up and looked at the clock, "I got here about two hours ago. Now if you are done jumping on me, how about a hug and a kiss?"

Laughing, I stood up and Brian came in for the hug. He pulled back and planted a wonderful kiss right on my lips. When we separated we saw Ma and Pa smiling at us.

"What are you guys smiling about?"

Pa said, "I know you guys are friends and brothers, but it is still hot seeing you kiss like that."

"I know that the Crossman life is different from the Regulars, but if people showed their love for each other the way you guys do, there would not be so much hatred in the world." Ma added.

"Ok, boys, shower and cleaning time."

"But Pa, you need to be serviced first," I said.

"Sorry brother, but I already did. You were all wrapped up in Ma and we didn't see you till I went to give Ma a good morning kiss."

"Which I still haven't gotten from either of you."

"Sorry Ma." I said and I leaned in and kissed her on the lips."

"I was going to, but goofball was in the way," Brian said as he leaned in for his kiss.

Brian, Pa, and I went into the shower. Pa had me bend over and he removed the cunt plug. Man it hurt coming out. He put some lube on me and inserted the nozzle for cleanout. As he was filling me up I asked, "Pa, are you going to mount me today."

"I was hoping you would let me tonight, but only if you want me to."

"I do want you to, for sure. I was so ready for you to hate me yesterday."

"I could never hate you Owen, why would you think I would?"

"Because I thought you would be waiting in that room to mount me. I just couldn't let anyone, but my dad be my first. When I got in there, I couldn't even look up because I didn't want to see the look of disappointment on your face."

He pulled out the hose and said, "I would never force you to service me, Owen. Remember, it is your body and only you can say yes. I would have been honored to have been your first, but we knew it had to be your dad. Everyone here worked very hard to figure out how to get him here, even if it was just for the night."

"I don't understand how Mr. Ryley got caught and told people he did it."

"I don't know all the details, but I will say that the Crossman have a long reach and that if we are looking for you, there is nowhere you would be able to hide. As for the evidence, let's just say that he was convinced that surrendering it was the best course of action," he said with a smile.

"Man, I guess you don't mess with a Crossman."

"I guess you could say that, but we use our powers for good in other areas as well. You see, the Crossman do not like thieves, and people who prey on the innocent and the weak. You might like to know that the Crossman have returned over three hundred children stolen from their homes and the ones that love them."

Both Owen and I said, "Wow." At the same time.

"One other thing I want you to know. Owen, you said that you were afraid that I would hate you. I want you to understand my feelings on hate. I want you to listen to what I am about to say and understand it. Hate takes a lot of energy and is not worth the time. The reason for this is because most of the people you spend energy hating, don't know that you hate them, and those that do, don't care. So what is the point of it? It is ok not to like someone, and those are the ones you just stay away from."

I thought a lot about what Pa said as he finished cleaning me and Brian. I could not help thinking of Kyle. I guess I was thinking too hard and did not hear Pa trying to get my attention, "Earth to Owen, come in Owen."

"Sorry, Pa."

"What were you thinking so hard about?"

"Kyle. I am not sure how I go about not hating him? You are right, the people that I thought I hated don't matter much to me anyway, but Kyle hurt me. I don't want to hate him, but I don't know how to stop."

"That is surprising to me to hear that you still hate him."

"Why, he hurt me and scared me so much I tried to kill myself?"

"Yes, he was a bad guy and did bad thing to you. Look at it this way. You never really got to know Kyle, only what he did to you. So, I don't think you hate Kyle, just his actions. Here is the question I would like you to think about. If it weren't for Kyle, would you be standing here today? I mean you found your best friend Brian because of Kyle. Brian led you to Timmy, which led you to the Crossman, which led you to me and my wife. Oh, and don't forget, because Kyle put Brian in your path, your father is free and back in your arms."

I could not believe what he just said. The guy I have hated for so long made all of this possible. I looked at Brian and tried not to cry as I hugged him and said, "Thank you Brian for everything you have done for me. I love you so much."

He pulled back and said, "I hear what Pa is saying, but all I did was beat up a kid for picking on Timmy, everything else was you."

Pa said, "You are wrong Brian, have you ever heard of the butterfly effect?"

"No, what is that?"

"Well boys, you may not want me to tell you because it involves math."

Laughing Brian said, "Ok, we will let you break the rules outside homework this one time. Please tell us."

"Since you said it would be ok… There was a man named Neil Goodman that said, "The things that really change the world, according to Chaos theory, are the tiny things. A butterfly flaps its wings in the Amazonian jungle, and subsequently a storm ravages half of Europe." Now that may sound a little bit outrageous, but look at Kyle, in this case he is the butterfly. His actions, although surely not intended, led you to Brian. That action took place because Brian beat up Kyle. That action, again unintended, brought you into his life. This brought Timmy, the Crossman, and us into your life, and the Crossman helped you get your dad out of jail."

Brian got all excited, "I remember the guy in Jurassic Park talking about chaos theory, but thought it was made up."

"No, it is very real, and we can talk about it later, now we need to get moving."

We ate breakfast and then Pa and Ma told us to get dressed that we were going out for the day. We all piled into Ma's Hyundai and headed out. We stopped in front of a house I have not been to before.

"Why did we stop here?"

"Patience my boy, there is a reason for everything."

Just then the front door swung open and out came Timmy yelling, "Bye daddy, I love you."

I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid into the center seat. Ma said, "There is another seat in the back, do you need me to open it up?"

Brian said, "No, we're good."

Timmy climbed in next to me an gave me a hug. "How you feeling Owen?"

"I am good, a little sore but ok."

Pa drove us into town where we spent a few hours walking around the mall. Pa led us to this place where the floors are made of trampolines, we had so much fun. Afterwards we went to lunch and a movie. When the movie was over we went home. Ma made us put on different clothes that were not as nice."

"Why do we have to put these on, I don't want to wear any clothes."

Pa said, "Because you are going to be using yard equipment and it is too dangerous to use naked."

Then Pa put the three of us to work. We cut and raked the yard, trimmed the bushes, and edged. When we were done, Ma sprayed us down with the hose while still dressed. It felt very good and we were having fun until we found out that we were going over to Timmy's house to do the same thing there.

When we were done doing the yard work at Timmy's, we stripped off our clothes and headed into the house to get showers. Timmy's dad and oldest brother, Toby, took me and Timmy into the big master bathroom shower. Brian went with Tommy to the other shower.

"This is a really big shower, why didn't Tommy and Brian come in here with us?"

Timmy giggled, "Because Tommy has a big crush on Brian and wanted to be alone with him."

Brian

As soon as we came into the house, Timmy's brother, Tommy, took my hand and led me to a different bathroom than the others went to. Tommy looks a little like Timmy, only hot. He is like five foot nine or ten, about one sixty, really bright brown eyes, great body, and he has dimples, I really love dimples. His cock looks really big and hangs down over his big balls.

"Why didn't we go take a shower with everyone else?"

Tommy closed the toilet lid and sat down, "Brian, display for me?"

I was a little nervous because he said it in a very stern voice. I knew I could say no but did as I was told. He touched every part of my body.

"I thought you were pretty before, but now that I see you without you balls… You are gorgeous."

Still a bit nervous I ask, "You really think so?"

"Don't you?"

"Not really. I am fat and my dick is so small."

"I think you have just the right amount of fat to make you beautiful. As for this," He said grabbing and squeezing my dick, "Do you want to get married someday, and if the answer is yes, do you want a man or woman?"

"Yes."

"Brian, is that the way you have been taught to address a man?"

"Sorry, yes Sir. I hope to marry a man."

"Better. Are you wanting to be a husband or a wife?"

"I guess I don't understand the question Sir."

"Well, if you are a husband, then you would marry someone around your age and be treated like any other Crossman man. If you choose to be a wife, then you would be married younger and your husband would be older. You would also be required to follow the same rules the rest of the Crossman women follow. Your main focus would be on your husband's needs, and clothes would only be worn when required by the Regulars."

"Does that mean I would have to wear dresses, Sir?"

"Generally not. Some of the male wife's do, but that is by their own choice. Most men that take a male wife, are not interested in them being women. If that is what they want, they would just marry a woman. Although, they are considered more female then male. What I mean by that is that they would more often be addressed as she or girl."

"What would it be like, Sir?"

"That would depend on the husband of course. My wife for example, would have to be very obedient. I am a very strict man and would require my wife to focus on me and my household."

"So he would not work Sir?"

"That would be up to him, I would not be looking for a slave who is locked in the house. Just a wife that knows his place is on his knees or bent over when I need release."

"I know that I have time to think about it, but I am pretty sure that I would want to be a wife, Sir."

"I thought so, you and Timmy are a lot alike in that area. Dad is already looking for Timmy's husband."

I was shocked, "But Timmy is only nine."

"He will be ten next week and has to start his wife classes soon."

"Wife classes?"

"Yes, he spends two afternoons a week at the girls school learning how to cook, clean, sew, and other duties expected of a wife. Also, his future husband decides if he will be getting shots or not."

"Shots? What kind of shots Sir?"

"The shots will help his body become more manly. A decision will have to be made for you as well."

"Feeling a little panicky, "I don't want shots, why do I have to have shots?"

"Clam down sweetie. The shots are testosterone. Because you and Timmy don't have your balls anymore your body can't make the testosterone that helps your body develop. Without them you will not grow very much, you won't grow body hair, and although you won't be a girl, you will develop some girlish features. Don't panic, you will still be healthy without them."

"If I was going to be your wife, would you want me to have them?"

"If you were going to be my wife, no way. You are so beautiful and sexy, why would I want that to change." Then he leaned over and kissed me with his tongue. "Now stinky wife, let's get in the shower."

We stepped into the shower and he gave me the wash rag and soap. I washed all of his body but his cock, balls, and butt with the rag. Those areas I wash with my hands. After I was done washing his now very hard cock, he rinsed it and put it to my face to suck. I liked the way it felt in my mouth and loved the way his pre tasted. When he was close to cumming, he pushed me to his feet and told me to lick them. I never thought of licking a man's feet before, but figured I drink pee, and this can't be as bad as that.

After a few minutes he said, "Stand up and turn around." I did as I was told, "Now bend over, hands flat on the bench, spread your legs, show me that beautiful cunt."

I did what he said and felt him stick soapy fingers in my cunt. First one, then two, and finally three fingers. He moved them in and out a bunch of times. I felt him put his cock up to my hole and start to push in. I pushed out as hard as I could.

The head popped in, "Owie…Owie, that hurts."

"It will be ok; the pain will be gone soon." I guess he felt me relax because he pushed in a little, waited, and pushed in the rest of the way. I started to pull away because it hurt, "Don't pull away, that is a sign of disrespect and I will punish you for it."

I was not sure if he would or not, but I stayed still. I should have told him to stop, because he scared me a little, but I didn't want him to. As strict as he was, I felt safe here with him, "Sorry Sir."

I felt his pubic hair on my butt and knew he was all the way in, and I relaxed a little, "Good girl. Your cunt is amazing." He said as he started going in and out of me at a steady pace. I was starting to feel the tingles and he started slamming it into me. I guess I was moaning because he said, "That's it sweetheart, you are learning that by taking care of your man's needs, that you get that special feeling that you crave. Now, I am close, and I need you to hold your orgasm till I cum."

He pounded into me about five more times when I felt his cock get bigger and I knew he was cumming. It was about time because I could not wait another minute. He moaned and started shaking about the same time I did; if he were not holding me, I would have fallen.

He stayed in me till we recovered a bit. I could not believe that he did not start to go soft. I felt him start to move and then slowly pull out. Then I felt the cunt plug being pushed into me. He moved me around so that he could sit on the bench and pulled me to him. He stared kissing me again with tongue and pinching my nipples hard. It hurt a lot, but I remembered what he said about pulling away. This went on for a few minutes before he released me, pushed me under the shower and washed me. This was the first time he was gentle, and I liked how he could be both.

We finished up and walked out to the living room. Timmy was walking in front of me and I saw that he also had a cunt plug in him. Timmy said, "We have a few minutes to hang out before you guys have to go. Say goodbye to my dad and brothers and we can sit at the picnic table outside." Owen and I hugged all three men and got tongue kisses from them.

After I kissed and hugged Tommy, he whispered in my ear, "I think you are going to be my girl if you want. Ask me next time you see me."

We went outside and Timmy just kept smiling at me. "Why are you being so goofy." I asked.

"I am excited."

Owen looked confused, "What am I missing?"

"I don't know what Timmy is talking about."

"Yes you do, he asked you didn't he?"

"Who asked you what? Come on guys, don't leave me out."

"He asked you to be his girl didn't he?"

"How did you know?"

"He has had a thing for you since he tickled you at the first barbeque."

I felt my face get red, "He did, really?"

"Yeah, and you like him too, don't you?"

"I am not sure yet. I think I do."

"Guys, really what's going on and why?"

Timmy smiled and said, "My brother Tommy has a thing for Brian. Someday he may even be my sister in law."

"That makes no sense how can Brian be your sister in law, he's a boy? Besides your brother is way too old for him."

Timmy explained to Owen what Tommy explained to me, "So you see Owen, things are way different here."

"I ain't becoming no one's wife. I am not sure I want to even marry a man. Some of the girls I saw yesterday were awful pretty."

"Owen, it is a little different for Brian and I. Because we don't have balls we can't have kids. The fact that we are both gay leaves out women. For me, being a husband makes no sense to me because I will never be able to mount a boy like men do. Being a wife is not much different than what we do now, only we are married. We can still have children thru other women, that would be just like our own."

Owen looked at me and asked, "How do you feel about it?"

"I am not sure; till today I never really thought about getting married. It don't matter anyway. When my parents get back they will make me take the shots, and there is no way my dad would let me marry anyone till after college."

"Then don't worry about it now. Wait till they get home and deal with it then."

Looking at Owen, "I guess you are right, no point in worrying about it now. My question for you Owen, is why aren't you wearing a cunt plug?"

"Well, I was with Timmy's dad. Toby just bent Timmy over the sink and was mounting him. His dad led me to the bedroom and asked me if he could mount me. I asked him if we could do it another time. You see, daddy mounted me last night, and I really want Pa to be next. After that I guess it don't matter, but this is important to me. So he said he understood, and I sucked him off there in the bedroom. After that, we went back into the bathroom and saw that Toby and Timmy were done and taking a shower. We stepped in and I washed his dad, but when I went to stand up he put his hand on my shoulder to keep me on my knees. I knew what he wanted, and I took the head of his cock in my mouth. He started peeing and I drank it all."

Owen was so proud of himself, "Good going man. I think we should head out now before it gets dark."

Timmy asked, "Do you need me to walk you or can you find your way?"

Owen said, "We can find our way. I remember how we got here."

"Ok, just call me when you get home, so I know you made it."

We headed out and made it in about fifteen minutes. When we got inside, we called Timmy to let him know we made it ok. Ma told us to wash for dinner and we did. This was the first homemade dinner I have had in a while and I loved every bite of it. After I helped Ma clear the table we all sat down again.

"Timmy's dad called me to let me know that you were on your way, and about other things. Brian, do you want to talk about it?" Pa asked.

"I will want to talk to you about it some other time if that is ok. I need time to think about all I have learned today before I can talk about it. You're not mad are you?"

"Not in the slightest Brian. When you are ready to talk about it, let me know and we will get together with my brother for that conversation."

"Why do we have to include your brother, can't it just be you and me."

"Brian, there was a time not so long ago when the rules were different. If a boy was gay, and I mean really gay. The father could have the boys balls removed so that he would be more attractive to men looking for male wives. The rule changed about ten years ago where unless for a medical condition, castration had to be approved by the board. The rules governing castration are very strict. In Timmy's case there was an accident that caused his balls to be removed. In your case it was a medical condition. My brother was the last one castrated under the old laws. He has been a wife to my brother in law for thirteen years now and they are very happy. He was never given the shots and still looks like he is thirteen."

"Wow, I guess he would be the guy to talk to."

"You let me know when you are ready, and I will set it up. Owen, how about you and I have a private talk."

Owen

Pa and I went to his room and closed the door. We sat on the bed and he said, "I heard what happened between you and Timmy's dad."

"I know I should not have said no, but I really want you to be my second mounting."

"Owen, you know you can always say no and not get into trouble. That being said, I am so honored that you feel that strongly about me being your second."

He wrapped me up in a hug. "Pa, you have been there for me when I needed you most. My daddy had to be my first, but you are like my other dad and I wanted you to be my second."

"I am very excited to be chosen. The question I have for you is, do you want to do this now in private, or would you allow Ma and Brian to share in it."

"I know that I will cry and maybe even scream, and I don't want them to see me that way."

"Owen , of course it is your choice, but they both love you very much and would love to share this experience with you."

"You really think so?"

"Yes I do, why don't you go ask them."

I thought about it for a minute and then got off the bed and walked into the living room. I found Brian and Ma snuggled up on the sofa. I nervously ask, "I was wondering… Well it's like… Ok, Pa is going to mount me now, and it is kind of a big deal for me. I was wondering if you would come in and be with me when he does it? You don't have to if you don't want to."

Brian jumped up and gave me a hug, "I would like that if you are sure. I remember the second time was not much more fun than the first. I wish you or Timmy would have been with me then."

I hugged him so tight. I love him so much, I am not sure how I was so lucky to find him as a friend, but I am very thankful. Brian and Ma walked back with me to the bedroom.

Pa had already put a towel on the center of the bed. "Ok Owen sweetie, climb right here in the center of the bed in the mounting position for me."

Pa was already hard as a rock. I have sucked it a few times, but for some reason it looked bigger today. I did as he told me and when I was in position, Ma started lubing up my cunt. She was putting her fingers deep into me with lots of lube. I looked over to see Brian putting lots of lube on Pa's cock.

Pa climbed on the bed and got behind me, I was so scared. Then, I looked to my left and Brian was laying right there beside me. I looked to my right and there was Ma. They both held one of my hands as I felt Pa's cock head push against my cunt.

"You ready buddy?"

"Not really Pa, but let's do this thing."

I pushed out as Pa pushed in. As soon as he broke through I squeezed both hands and screamed into the pillow. It took about five minutes of slow going before I felt his pubic hair on my butt cheeks. He had me straighten out my legs, so I was lying flat on my stomach. Still buried balls deep, he started kissing my neck and licking my ears. I was going crazy. I felt him pull almost all the way out and then push all the way back in. He started a steady rhythm that got harder and faster till he was moaning and telling me how wonderful I was. I was still in a lot of pain, but kinda proud of myself for making Pa happy.

He planted his cock all the way in one last time and shook and he filled me up with his cum. We laid like that for a little while. I was having a hard time breathing with all his weight on me, but I didn't want him to get up either. I was just feeling so connected to him right now. Then I heard him say, "Brian, please go get a cunt plug for you brother."

He ran into the bathroom and grabbed one out of the box. He handed it to Pa and he slowly pulled his cock out of my very sore cunt. He inserted it in me with one push. He picked me up, turned me around and kissed with tongue.

"You are an amazing boy, and I am so honored that you allowed me to mount you this evening."

I wrapped him in a hug and said, "Thank you for everything. I love you so much."

I got hugs from Brian and Ma telling me what a great job I did. The rest of the weekend we just relaxed. Timmy and Bill came over on Sunday and we played some board games. Then Pa drove the four of us back to school.

***

I was having a pretty good week so far. I scored high on some of my tests and I was really getting into the play. We had one-week till Thanksgiving, and two more weeks of rehearsal before we opened. Ma said that we would be doing one show Thursday night, one show Friday night, and the final show Saturday afternoon. I was a little nervous to do this in front of a lot of people.

It was Thursday afternoon and Ma said, "I would like everyone on stage please." We all lined up on the stage like Ma wanted.

"Today boys, we are going to be working on the first half of the show. I need to see how many of you have memorized your lines. I am also going to be setting the lights like they will be during the show. You need to get used to working under them. Let's get ready, places everyone."

Brian and me were ready to do the opening scene. The spotlights came on and the house lights went down. We all got through the first act without any mess-ups. I was so happy. Brian and I were high fiving each other and the other kids. That is when we heard clapping from the front. I tried to see who was out there but couldn't.

I was about to forget it when the house lights came up and the spots shut off. I was talking to Brian and looked out to see who was there. I could not believe my eyes, it was my dad and sitting next to him was… "Amanda!!!!" I yelled as I jumped off the stage and ran to her as she was running to me. We met and hugged like our lives depended on it.

"I missed you so much."

Through tear filled eyes she said, "I have missed you too little brother." Pulling back from the hug, "Boy have you gotten big."

"I can't believe that you are here. Where will you be staying until we get the house back?"

"What house? I am living in the house on the ranch with you and dad of course."

I looked over at dad who smiled and nodded his head. "I don't understand, how can you live on the ranch?"

She leaned in, kissed me on the cheek, and whispered, "I am a Crossman, where else would I live?"

"You are?" She smiled and nodded. "Wahoo, I have my sister back." I yelled dancing around.

Brian and Ma came over, I hugged Brian, then Ma, "I have my sister back." I dragged Brian over to Amanda, "Brian, this is my sister Amanda, Amanda, this is my best friend and our brother, Brian."

I watched as Amanda hugged Brian. I could tell Brian was a little off guard. She was still hugging him when she said, "I am so happy to meet you Brian." She let him go, "Thank you for everything you have done for my brother. My dad says that if it weren't for you, I would still be dealing with our crazy mother."

"I didn't do anything, but you are welcome, I guess. Owen is more than a friend to me; he is my brother. So, I guess that makes you my sister. I have never had a sister before."

"Well, you have one now little brother. You are now my family, so deal with it," she said smiling.

I could see how happy that was making Brian. I think he liked the thought of having a big sister. Dad stood up and came over to me, and when he got to me I yelled, "Hey everyone, I want you to meet my family. This is my dad, my sister, and you all know my brother."

The class started clapping and coming up to us, high fiving me. I was so happy. My dad said, "You and Brian need to go get dressed. I have permission to take you both out to dinner."

Brian stepped back, turned and walked over to Ma. They were having a conversation when me, my dad, and my sister got there. Ma said, "Brian thinks that you should go without him."

My dad looked at Brian and asked, "You don't want to go to dinner with us?"

"It's not that I don't want to go, and I am thankful that you invited me, but this should be just your family. Owen has talked a lot about his sister, and this is the first time he has seen her in two years. This should be just your family."

My sister stepped up to Brian, "Now listen here twerp. You are now my brother, and that makes you part of my family. Don't make me kick your butt on our first day together. Both of you have been told to do something by dad, so I do not understand what you are still doing here?"

Brian looked shocked by the way my sister… I mean our sister talked to him. I could tell that he was not sure what to do, so I grabbed his hand and drug him from the auditorium and back to the house.

"Are you sure you want me to go? Don't you want to spend time with just your sister and dad?"

"I get what you are asking Brian, I really do. You may not be blood, but you are my family just as much as they are. I went a long time without a family, there was no one who cared if I lived or died, then I met you. You became my best friend when I really needed one, then you made me a brother. By doing that, you gave me a brother, Donny, and two parents that cared enough about me, to get into my school reports, and tell me that they were proud of me. You will never know how much that meant to me. Then you shared Ma and Pa with me, making me a member of that family. Don't stop being my family now, just because my dad and sister are back. I am making you a part of my family now."

I saw tears in Brian's eyes when he said, "Thank you Owen, I will go with you guys, but I am not sure about having a sister. She is kinda bossy."

I couldn't help but laugh and say, "Agreed, she is bossy, but I love her, and you will too."

We grabbed the clothes we wanted and ran downstairs. We got dressed and were just coming out of the house when the bell rang. We were headed across the quad when I saw Bobby. I ran up to him and said, "Bobby, I need you to come with me for a minute."

"I can't right now Owen, I have to get to class."

"Please Bobby, I need you to do this for me, I am begging."

"Ok Owen, but make it quick."

I grabbed Bobby's hand and the three of us headed to the auditorium. When we got inside Ma, Amanda, and dad were sitting there talking. When they saw us, they all stood up and came in our direction.

"Daddy, daddy, I want you to meet my old big brother and my friend, Bobby."

Dad walked up to him and stuck out his hand. Smiling he said, "You don't look that old, but I know who you are and how you saved my boys life. Thank you for being there for him when I couldn't." My dad then gave him a hug.

When they parted I said, "And this is my sister Amanda." She also gave him a hug.

We all talked for a few more minutes and then Bobby said, "It was so nice to meet you. Owen did not talk very much when he was my little brother, but he did talk about both of you and it is so nice to see you both back in his life. I need to get to class, but I am sure we will meet again." He gave me a hug and left.

Brian, Amanda, dad, and me took off in his brand new Ford Excursion for dinner. Amanda told us all about her life and how she became a Crossman. I told her all about my life, and she was really mad at me when she saw the scars on my wrists. She could not believe that I would do something to stupid. I swore that I would never do it again, and she was ok with that.

During dinner we all got to know each other again, and Brian fit right in.

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