The Curse of Chindi Springs

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Part IV

Chapter 29

Joseph's first night sleeping with Bruce was one act of humiliation after another done to him, or forced on him to perform on Bruce. The very first thing he found out, was, with the peperwork signed, Bruce fully expected to be called 'dad'. In fact, it was fully expected that he would respond to Bruce as if Bruce was his father from this point forward. At the same time, Bruce started referring to Joseph as 'son'. When told to do anything, Joseph had to respond by ending whatever he was saying with "dad". While this may not have seemed like a huge deal, it was to Joseph. The very last thing he wanted was to call a man who was sexually abusing him as a father or a dad. It was even harder when the man told him to pull out Bruce's cock and have to say, "OK, dad."

The next thing he found humiliating, was man's requirement to learn to kiss went way beyond what Joseph had ever envisioned. Sure he had heard of 'swapping spit' with kisses, but he didn't really know what was meant when some of the kids at his school talked about it. Furthermore, the idea of his first kiss being with a man had never crossed his mind, so by the time Bruce had locked lips with him all the dreams of kissing one of the girls at his school were not only crushed, but he was certain he would never willingly kiss another person ever. Hearing the man tell him to 'give daddy another kiss', only made it worse.

However, it didn't end with locking of lips, the man pulled back and twisted Joseph's ear until he opened his mouth to plead for the torment to stop. Bruce then moved in on the opening and forced his tongue deep into Joseph's mouth. Joseph tried to pull back, but found Bruce ready. The man had wrapped his hand into Joseph's hair and pulled. The tugging on the hair got continuously harder until Joseph gave up and endured the intrusion into his mouth. He then did nothing but whimper as the man's tongue explored the entirety of the inside of his mouth. Joseph fought hard not to gag as he felt Bruce lick the inside of his cheeks, his gum lines, his whole tongue and finally the roof of his mouth. As this was going on, he could feel and taste Bruce's saliva as it ran into his own mouth. Knowing he was being forced to swallow someone else's spit was just as bad, maybe even worse, than having to swallow cum.

Bruce backed off, taking a few seconds to lick the tears running down Joseph's cheeks before reaching down and cupping the boy's cock and balls in his right hand. Since he had forced to keep his boyhood sticking out of the front of his undershorts, it was easy for the man to find. He played with the scrotum for a few seconds before licking Joseph's face again, "Now it's your turn to do the same to me, Joey. I expect my boys to be real good daddy kissers, so this time you lean into me and give me a deep kiss. If you don't I will be forced to squeeze." For emphasis, Bruce tighten his hand around the boy's nut sack just hard enough to give Joseph a flash of pain.

Joseph let out a combination of a squeal and a whimper even as he forced himself to move his lips toward Bruce's. Each time he did his best to do what had been done to him, but Bruce simply wasn't satisfied. Joseph was forced to try over and over, each time, having to hold the kiss longer, keep his tongue in the man's mouth longer and go deeper and probe more. Once, as he tried to pull away, Bruce bit down, not hard enough to draw blood, but certainly enough to hurt and prevent him from withdrawing. Once Bruce had done it once, it became the norm. The tip of Joseph's tongue was trapped inside the man's teeth, and Bruce then used his own tongue to play with what was trapped.

Bruce then forced Joseph to take turns getting and giving deep kisses until Bruce was satisfied the boy had the basics down. The whole time he made Joseph call him dad and father even as he fondled the boy and twirled the boy's pubic hairs in his fingers. Each time Joseph didn't do something right, or failed to call Bruce 'dad', he would tug sharply on some of the pairs on the boy's ball sac. It only took a few of those before Joseph stopped resisting.

Once Bruce had enough of the kissing, Joseph learned his mouth had other duties besides calling the man 'dad', blowjobs, and kissing. First he had to lick and suck on the man's tits, then his belly button, and finally Bruce's feet. Once this was done, he had to accept the man's cock once again. Bruce once again, held his hand over Joseph's mouth to force the boy to swallow before finally giving the exhausted child a chance to get some sleep. However, sleep was extremely difficult to come by, since Bruce's hands roamed his body before pulling him on top of him, cupping his nuts in his hands and going to sleep, using Joseph as something akin to a blanket.

Even as the man dozed off well after two in the morning, Joseph's eyes stayed open. Sleeping on top of the man was bad, but having one of the man's hands down the top of his underwear entangled into his limited pubic hairs and the other over his exposed groin was bad. Even worse, however, he could feel than man had an erection, and it was poking into the back of his underwear. Joseph couldn't help but wonder when the man would use the massive man weapon to spear him back there, something he was certain would happen.

Worry and fear finally gave way to exhaustion. He dozed off only to wake only a couple of hours later as the alarm clock went off to the sounds of some country music song. Before he could become fully cognitive, he found himself spun around and his face shoved down toward the man's cock. By the time he was fully awake, his hair was already being pulled. With a quivering sigh, he stared licking on the man's hairy nuts.

Bruce nodded in satisfaction then stretched, "Just the balls, son. I need to take a piss before you get to drink my seed." He made sure the boy in his bed licked him all the way to the very back base of his ball sac before he finally pushed Joseph off him. "Use the hall bathroom while I get cleaned up and take a leak."

Joseph let out a long breath and started to roll off the bed only to be grabbed and his hair pulled, "How are you supposed to answer when told something, son?"

Joseph closed his eyes and lowered his head, "Sorry dad."

"You better be son. Now who am I?"

With a resigned and raspy voice from having a sore throat, he kept his head down, "You're my father."

"Why am I your father?"

Joseph fought hard not to shed tears as he responded, "Because I asked you to be, dad."

"Yes you did, and you signed papers saying you agreed for me to be your dad. You are MY son, MINE, and you best start acting like it. Now I am going to take a leak, and when you come back in here, you will pull out your daddy's cock and give it the attention I demand out of MY son. Also, you are now legally MY son, so you have one last chance to show your appreciation of me letting you drink my cum. You gag on it again and I will be forced to get you used to it. Do you understand, son?" Joseph already knew it would be impossible not to gag at the taste of the man's sperm. It was coming out of the same hole the guy peed out of! It was disgusting. But he also knew he had to try. He knew he had to respond in the right way too, "Yes, dad, I understand."

"Do you?" Joseph nodded, but also spoke since he realized by now Bruce wanted him to have to admit over and over to him being his father, "Yes, dad, I got it. OK?"

"No, it's not OK. You have wretched every single time. It stops now or you will wish it had."

Ten minutes later, and only after demonstrating he had learned the kissing techniques from the night before, he knelt while taking a few deep breaths. One of the things he had to give Sammy some credit for, was the younger boy telling him about getting extra air in before a blow job, since Bruce's dick was over eight inches, and went down into the neck, cutting a great deal of airflow. Having some extra air inside allowed him to basically hold his breath a bit longer during the first few long deep thrusts which Bruce liked to do before backing off enough to allow for a few new breaths.

The real problem was the man had a near unending appetite for blowjobs. It also became apparent the more the guy got, the longer he could hold out before cumming. This was another thing Sammy had warned him about. The younger kid had one good thing to say about this, however. He said Bruce would eventually back off and or move to other things. Once this happened, and the required cock sucking went down to only a couple times a day, Bruce's ability to hold back would diminish. The only problem would be, it would mean a great deal more cum would be ejected. Joseph wasn't real sure this was a good thing, or not. However, as he took the man's penis in his mouth and it quickly swelled, Joey had to admit, not having the nasty thing rubbing his throat raw every few hours would be a welcome change.

For Bruce's part, he liked having an older boy's mouth wrapped around his cock. Even though Joey was very small for his age, the maturity of age made the look of revulsion and shame deeper in the boy's eyes. The younger ones simply didn't have such a strong sense of self and were more easily swayed with simple fear tactics. Having Joey, destroying a teenager's self worth so he could rebuild it in an image he wanted, was somehow far more satisfying. Even the tears coming out of the eyes were different. In a kid like Sammy, they were really about pain, and fear. Revulsion was a distant third, maybe even fourth behind needing to be taken care of. With the fourteen year old on his knees in front of him, however, shame was all but etched on the face and the tears, well, they were of self disgust and hopelessness. The discomfort, and even the choking caused be his massive intruder being systematically rammed down the boy's throat were all secondary.

This was real power, and Bruce liked it. Still, he had far more in store for Joey, and he was certain the boy knew it. He bet even as the boy fought to keep air in his lungs and lick the throbbing pole in his mouth, all the while keeping his teeth well clear, the boy was wondering when more would be expected. Joey had to know the manhood he was currently slurping on would be rammed up into his bowels at some point. The real question in Bruce's mind was if the idea of this happening instilled more fear or more a sense of humiliating dread. He really hoped it would be the second.

But first, there were other humiliating games to play and as he felt himself about to explode in Joseph's throat, he backed off and pulled the boy's head back from his pubic hair. He then squirted his load into the boy's mouth. Bruce then backed off a bit further so his head was right at the kid's lips before letting loose with the rest. This coated Joseph's whole mouth with sperm. Predictably, the kid shuddered and started gagging. Instead of stopping him by clamping a hand over Joseph's mouth, he took a step back and let the kid sputter. This allowed a few white dribbles to roll down the boy's chin. While Bruce's face was a mask of fury, inside he was overjoyed.

Joseph managed to stop himself from outright puking, and even managed to use his trembling hands to push the escaped trickles back into his mouth with a look of total despair. Even as he looked up, he knew he had failed and failed badly. He cringed and recoiled, fully expecting to get hit. After all, when his real father had the look Bruce was giving him, an open hand, belt or even a fist would soon follow.

Bruce saw the reaction and forced himself to keep a mean face. Also, since it was abundantly clear the boy was readying himself to be hit, the desire to backhand Joseph was replaced by the need to do something else. He knew what he was going to do, but had to change how he was going to go about doing it. To give himself a minute to think, he turned his back on Joseph. His eyes scanned his bedroom before his eyes fell on his desk. A smirk crossed his lips as he nodded slightly. He spun back around narrowing his eyes as he did so, "So daddy's milk isn't good enough for you, huh?"

"No…" Joseph looked up with wide eyes. "I just can't help it… dad…"

"Then you obviously need to be taught how to like male-milk, especially your father's, but we can work on that more in a while." Bruce growled as he went over to his desk and pulled two sets of 'cozy cuffs' or padded leather handcuffs. He also rummaged around and found a small package of zip ties. "Stay on your knees and come over here to the bed."

Joseph's upper lip trembled as he shuffled over the carpet to the back of the bed. He had a good idea what the wrist restraints were, and was not at all looking forward to having the put on. "Please, don't tie me up… dad… I promise I'll do better!"

"Oh, I am sure you will, in time, but I'm very disappointed in you, son. He grabbed Joseph's left hand and put on one of the cuffs then put the other end around the bedpost and locked it into place. He had to fight to get Joseph's right hand for a moment, but a reach down and a twist of a tit quickly caused the boy to relent even as a new round of pouting and tears erupted from the boy. Bruce secured the right hand to the bed, ignoring the sights and sounds. Instead he moved around and grabbed Joseph's feet. He then put a zip tie around the boy's big toes to keep is feet locked together. Finally, he used another zip tie to anchor the boy's feet to the metal bar supporting the mattress. This forced all of Joseph's weight onto his knees.

He went out to the kitchen and returned with a thick wooden cutting board. He pulled Joseph up just enough to slide the board under his knees, so he was kneeling on hard wood, not carpet. He examined his handiwork for a few seconds before pulling open the bottom drawer of his desk.

Joseph tried to wiggle but all this did was cause the plastic zip tie to cut into his toes. After a few seconds he gave up and watched with growing concern as Bruce pulled out a small black box with wires coming off it and plugged it into the wall. "What is that?"

Bruce shot a glare back at Joseph, "Who are you talking to son?"

Joseph gulped, "Sorry, dad. What is that, dad?"

"It is a muscle stimulator. I got this when I hurt my wrist a couple of years ago. It sends small electric shocks into muscles. For me it was to help me heal, for you, well, I've found when the pads are put on just right it can stimulate other things." He moved over and put the first sticky pad on the top of Joseph's flaccid penis. He then put a second pad on the bottom. The last two pads were put on the ball sac and just behind the base of the sac.

"No!" Joseph wailed, "You can't shock me down there!"

"Oh, looky there, you forgot to call me dad again, son. Now how many times do I have to remind you?"

Pure panic took over as he saw the stern gaze boring into him, "Dad! Please don't!"

"Now son, this isn't like a taser or a cattle prod, it is just a stimulator." Even as he spoke, he secured a cheap non-lubed condom over Joseph's cock head with a piece of medical take, making it just tight enough to be lightly snug around the base of the boy's cock head. "Normally, this is just a bit prickly. However, since you just can't seem to remember to call me dad, I think I will set the power up a bit higher than I first planned."

Joseph shook his head and begged as the dial was turned up. This stopped as Joseph felt the first few twinges. At first it was just uncomfortable, however, as the knobs were turned further, the twinges became worse. Even as he let out a yelp, he could see his and feel his dick respond. It started getting stiff. Another turn cause a harder shock which caused him to cry out and his cock to soften.

Bruce made some clicking noises with his tongue as he kept the muscle stimulator just a few notches from maxed out. "Huh, a bit too much. We need that rubber to fill up."

"Ow… fill up… ow… why… ouch! Dad, please… it hurts!"

Bruce ruffled Joseph hair then pulled out a ball gag. Joseph didn't really know what it was, but tried to turn his head to avoid it. Bruce shook his head and increased the power another two clicks. He then quickly stuck the ball into Joseph's mouth as the kid started to howl. He left the power setting high as he secured the buckle around the back of Joseph's head. He listened to the soft, "uh, uh, uh," sounds, matching the timing of the shocks, coming out from around the blue colored ball for another minute before slowly dialing the power back.

It took almost five minutes to find a good setting, where his boy was hard and his cock jumping around from the small electrical shocks, yet not being hard enough to cause too much pain thus causing it to go soft. With a satisfied yawn, he ruffled the boy's hair. "Now you be a good boy while I take a nap. I really didn't get much sleep. He snorted as he looked down and put on a mean smile, "Oh, and you don't get to go to the studio until the rubber is full of your cum. I figure if you can't get used to the flavor of mine, maybe having to slurp yours out of a rubber a time or two will make mine more palatable."

Chapter 30

Alex didn't have a clue how long he had been forced to wear the mask. All he did know, was it had been the worst experience of his entire life. Once he had managed to calm enough to stop crying, Buck had run his hands all over his body. The man had, surprisingly, left the underwear on, but had run his fingers around the waistband and leg holes repeatedly. Each time, Alex expected the probing fingers to move in and touch his most sensitive and private areas, but it didn't happen. However, he was certain it would. Not knowing when was almost as bad, because the dread of it remained as a cloud hanging over him.

The other thing was, since the mask covered his eyes and had some kind of foam inserts, he could see nothing. This meant he had no idea when the next touch was coming or were. He also couldn't take any visual cues, so he had no idea what the man intended to do or when. All he did know was when he was touched, he was punished with a flip of an ear or a hard pinch if he didn't let it happen. Any attempt to pull away meant the touching was replaced with pain. It took some time, but Alex finally forced himself not to jerk or pull away from the man's groping hands.

Even though he was blinded by the mask, one thing Alex was certain of was the fact Buck had licked him over and over. This took him several times to figure out. However, he was pretty sure the wetness moving over small areas of his body, most focusing on his feet and chest, was accompanied by soft bushes around the area of wetness. The only thing he could figure out was it had to have been Buck's tongue and hair. His guess was confirmed when Buck spent several minutes sucking on each and every toe on both feet. This was disgusting to think about, but was also very troubling, because Alex was betting at some point, Buck would expect him to do the same back.

The problem was not being able to do anything to stop what was happening, along with not being able to see what the man was doing, made the whole event terrifying on a level Alex didn't even know existed. The other thing Alex became aware of was Buck purposefully made noises, like the sound of something being struck with a belt or an open hand smacking something. Each sound only added to the fear, since he wondered if the next swooshing sound would be followed by something striking him. The fact it never happened didn't at all take away from the dread.

The added thing about what was being done was his hands and face became very warm in the mitts and the mask. The fact the mask was tear and snot soaked after only a few moments also made it a great deal more uncomfortable and it seemed to tighten up on his face. One thing he did figure out quickly, was any resistance on his part meant Buck would close the zipper over his mouth. As soon as this happened breathing became very difficult since the material was soaked with sweat, tears, snot and his own breath. This meant having to endure the man occasionally sticking a finger into his mouth and having his lips licked a few times without trying to turn his head or push the man's hand out of his mouth.

Then, as suddenly as it started, it was over. He was picked up, and taken somewhere, put on his feet, and the mask was taken off. Before his eyes could even adjust to the bright light, the mitts were taken off and Buck wrapped his hands around Alex from behind. "Now be a good boy so I don't have to put the mask back on, OK?"

Alex gulped as he noticed he was back in 'his room'. "I'll be good!"

Buck licked the back of Alex's neck and took a deep sniff of the boy's sweat drenched hair, savoring the smell. "Welcome home Lex, I already love you so much!" Buck then pushed his hands down under the waist band of the underwear and cupped his hands around Alex's groin.

Alex wanted to fight, to pull away, but the very last thing he wanted was to have the mask put back on. he was also way too tired to fight. Because of this he stood still and allowed the man's hands to freely roam under his undershorts. He even bit down on his lower lip hard enough to taste a bit of blood as he felt a finger run around his butt hole, but he managed to stay as close to still as he possible could.

"Very well done!" Buck praised as he pulled his hands out, spun Alex around and licked the tears of shame off the boy's face. He then held onto the boy's shoulders firmly. "You have a big day tomorrow, so get some rest. Now a word of warning here, kiddo. I know at some point soon, maybe even tonight, you will be tempted to destroy much of this room. If you do, it is your loss. I WILL NOT replace or fix anything broken from a temper tantrum. This is all yours and I firmly expect you to take good care of it. Getting more and nicer things totally depends on you showing me you deserve it and can properly take care of what you already have.

"Also, tomorrow, when I come in, you will have another session with the mask and gloves before you get breakfast. I best have a much more cooperative boy, especially when it comes time to put them on. Understood?"

Alex gulped and looked up with eyes that all but pleaded for it not to happen, but the look he got back told him it wasn't something he could talk his way out of. With a resigned whimper, he nodded, "Uh huh."

"I am very glad to see we have an understanding. From now on, though, I'm Dad, and I expect to be addressed as such."

This caused a twinge of anger, and it clearly showed as he noticed Buck's eyes narrow. Seeing the man glance back to the mask on the floor then back into his eyes, Alex held up both hands palms up, "I don't like it, but OK… Dad…"

"When out in and around others, you best sound more sincere," Buck warned. "But I get it. Also I'm fine with you not liking it at the moment. As long as you do it, we can work on you realizing it's true and even benefit from it over time. Also, I can assure you, Joey is leaning to call Bruce his dad, since it started out as Bruce's idea, so you are not alone in having to call a new man father. Now give your dad a goodnight kiss on the cheek, and make it a good one, Lex."

Alex took a very deep breath even as he forced himself to plant a couple of second long kiss on the man's cheek. He kept it there until he was lightly pushed back, fearing the mask on the floor more than the embarrassment of kissing Buck.

Buck pulled him into a tight hug and kissed him on the top of his head before picking up the mask and backing out. "The door is going to be locked, buddy, but if there is a real problem, and I mean a real one, this button," Bruce pointed to what looked like a door bell button, "is to get help. You push it, you best really need something. However, if something is very wrong, it is there. You have access to the bathroom and this room only. All the clothing you currently have is put away in the drawers next to the bed other than what I took off. It is in the hamper in the closet. Oh, and make sure to drink. Between crying and sweating you lost quite a bit tonight. Remember, there is water in the mini-fridge. I will keep it stocked, but let me know if it ever gets below four bottles."

A moment later the door shut and the deadbolt made a clicking sound. Alex let out a long breath and looked around. As he did so it dawned on him, the man had left him crying and struggling with the mask long enough to put what little clothing he owned away. This caused a burst of anger. He almost pushed over the desk with the computer on it, but barley managed to stop himself even as he gritted his teeth. Even though he hated to admit it, he was glad Buck had warned him about not doing what he so desperately wanted to do. After all, this room was his, and messing it up would only be hurting himself.

He sat down on the chair and sobbed for several minutes. Once he came to grips with what had been done to him, he gulped down one of the bottles, then quickly took a shower. As he slipped on clean underwear he debated on what else he should put on. The more he wore, the more Buck would take off once the mask was put back on. On the other hand, Buck seemed to like the undressing part, and keeping the man happy was in his better interests. As he debated the pros and cons of what to wear to bed, he downed another pair of waters before deciding to toss on one of the shirts. At least this would give Buck a shirt to take off, and would prevent the need to be wiggled out of shorts. Finally he collapsing in bed. He tried not to cry, but the tears came after several minutes. He cried himself into a restless sleep.

Alex woke to the sounds of the deadbolt clicking open. It was still dark out, and he was very tired. He pulled the blanket over himself and pushed himself into the back corner of the lower bunk bed.

Buck stepped into the room, and stared at Alex for several seconds, "I'm hoping you are just a bit confused over what I want, buddy. Come over here, now."

Alex gripped the blanket tighter for a few seconds before forcing himself to slide out. Seeing the man's posture getting firmer in the outline of the light coming in from the hall, Alex lowered his head and shuffled over.

Buck put his arm around Alex and pulled him tight into his side, "I should have made it a bit clearer last night, Lex. When the door opens, you come to me unless told otherwise."

Alex felt the grip on his shoulder getting tighter, so he muttered, "Sorry, dad. I didn't know."

The man's grip loosened a great deal but he still held on as he guided Alex back to the room next to the master bedroom. The room was much cooler than the rest of the house and an extra air conditioner with a tube running out through a closable hole in the wall was keeping it uncomfortably cold for boy who was not wearing much and coming from a room that was hovering at close eighty degrees. "You do now, so don't let it happen again."

He pushed Alex back to a bed with a plastic fitted cover and a single old looking grey colored sheet. Bruce could tell by the near wild look in the boy's eyes Alex knew this was not a place he wanted to be. He prevented Alex from saying anything by putting a finger up to the kid's lips even as he laid him back and slowly removed the shirt. As soon as it was off he put the mitts back on. He then moved up with a fresh mask. This one was a light blue, not black.

Alex trembled as he saw it descending toward his face, "Please, don't. I'll do whatever you want."

Buck ran a quick finger down Alex's nose, "You're correct; you will. Right now I want you in this mask, though, so no more complaints."

Knowing it was going to happen and there was nothing he could do to change it, he bit back a sob and gave the man a single nod. Alex gritted his teeth as he felt buck tuck all his hair under the back of the mask then pull the straps tight. As the buckles tightened they pulled at some of his hair, cuasing him to let out a cry of pain.

"Sorry, about that, but you hair is stunning, so I don't want to ruin it. Besides, getting hair pulled is something you will get used to."

Alex tried to move his head around to cut back on the tugging on his hair, but it did no good. Hearing hair pulling was going to be something he would have to get used to he wondered about asking if he could get his long hair cut, but he liked his hair long and it sounded like Buck did too. He also remembered the line in the contract about his hair length and style was up to Buck not him, so he resigned himself to getting hair pulled in the masks and probably other times as well. He did his best to stay calm while doing everything he could not to burst into tears as more hair was tucked up under the back of the mask and the last buckle pulled tight. He then struggled some as Buck backed off and let him adjust to the mask. A single attempt at opening his mouth told him the zipper was closed. A push of his tongue against it, only confirmed his fear. Like the mask the night before, he could breathe through this one, and he already knew if he started crying or breathing hard, the material would quickly become damp and breathing would get much harder.

He stayed still, breathing as slowly and evenly as he could, but as time passed and nothing happened, his mind started coming up with horrible things, like maybe Buck left the room and was going to leave him for a while. What if the man decided to leave the mask on and the mouth zipper shut for hours? What if Buck was teaching him how to wear the mask so he would have to wear one forever? As each new thought got worse, panic set in. He started breathing harder and struggling more. Of course this caused the mask to become wet and breathing got harder causing even more terror.

Buck glanced down at his stopwatch, paying close attention to each totally predictable phase. Actually, the boy managing to be calm when in a mask for only the second time was a bit surprising, but he knew it wouldn't last. A smirk crossed his face as he saw the Alex's chest taking deeper and more frequent breaths. This was followed by the boy's hands moving up to the mask's buckles and mouth zipper. He fought back a snicker as Alex made one more attempt to calm, but by this time, the materiel around the mouth and nose was wet, and each breath was getting harder. It took only nineteen minutes for Alex to start thrashing around trying to get the mask off.

He gave it three minutes before he moved up and unzipped the mouth. He let Alex gulp in a few cool breaths before he started running his hands down the neck, chest and around the underwear. He bypassed the clothed area, moving down the legs and to the feet. There was something indefinably special about boy feet for Buck, so he lingered there, playing with the feet as a whole and each and every toe. He then leaned over and ran his hands back up the legs. Unlike the night before, he didn't stop as he got to the leg holes. He pushed up all the way, running his hands over Alex's nuts and penis. His hands then pushed up through the top of the underwear.

He ran his hands back around the boy's muscularly firm ass cheeks, taking time to cup them and squeeze lightly. He enjoyed the globs in his hands even while he noted Alex was lightly sobbing. This caused a smile. He also knew what would come next would get a much harsher reaction. To this end, he made sure the boy's knees were not in a position to jerk up and catch him in the nuts, while still being in a position to hold the kid down.

With his hands still on the boy's butt cheeks, he ran his left hand down so his index finger could do some circles over the boy's hole. As expected, Alex tighten up, but stayed basically still. He was certain this would all change in an instant. He suddenly, and without any warning, made one last small circle and shoved this finger in.

Alex screamed in pain, fright, and horror even as his whole body bucked fiercely. "NO! NO! TAKE IT OUT!"

Buck let out a little snort and simply laid down, putting his full weight on the boy, pinning him to the bed. He endured the padded mitts hitting his sides as he withdrew his right hand from Alex's underwear and zipped the mouth of the mask to cut off the screaming and begging. He then pushed his left index finger in a little deeper. He enjoyed the feel of Alex squirming and bucking under him, and smiled as some of the attempted hip thrusts only embedded his finger deeper while also rubbing up against Buck getting him nice and hard. The finger was almost in to the second knuckle before Alex's thrashings changed over to shuddering.

Buck glanced at his stopwatch and let this continue for exactly a minute before unzipping the mouth.

Alex's choking sobs filled the room as he desperately tried to take in air.

Buck made sure Alex got in several good breaths before zipping the mask up again. He withdrew his finger and started the process over. It took four more times before the boy under him lost the ability to fight or complain. He had to give the kid credit, most didn't last nearly as long. However, those who surrendered sooner were actually harder to break, since they gave up while still having something left inside. Buck could tell as he unzipped the mask for the last time, Alex was a hair away from passing out. The whole mask was soaked, and the boy's muscles were twitching uncontrollably.

Just to make sure, he pulled his finger out and pushed it in a sixth time. All this got was a whimper. Satisfied he pulled his finger out, picked the drained child up and sat him up. Since there was no chance the boy could stand, he put him on the bed and leaned him up against the wall. He secured a bottle of water and moved back over, "Open up, Lex, I got some water for you."

Weakly, Alex opened his mouth and let the man pour in sips of water. For several minutes he did nothing other than drink. Finally he managed to speak, "Please… please take off the mask…Please!"

"Lex, I know you are all but wiped out, but who are you talking to?"

Alex's head dropped, "Dad… please…"

"Not quite yet, Lex. We have other things to do first. Now hold your tongue or I will zip it shut. This means no talking at all until I say otherwise."

Alex gave a resigned nod and trembled as was pulled back to a lying position. He then felt the man pull his underwear off, leaving him totally nude other than the mitts and mask. A few seconds later than man's hands were all over him, but they were putting something on him. He badly wanted to know what, but he wasn't allowed to talk so he couldn't ask. After several minutes the man rolled him over and did the same thing to his back.

For the first time in quite a while, Buck spoke. "Ok, buddy, this next step isn't going to be fun at all. I am going to put some hot stuff on you. It will not burn, but you will think it will. You can cry, but no talking until I say you can."

A few seconds later the first of a very warm substance was put on the back of his legs and all the way up to his butt. whatever it was made him sweat and was right on the edge of being too hot. It took what seemed forever, with Buck spreading it on then pushing it on so stuck to his skin. While all of it was bad, the hot material going into his sensitive butt crack was the worse and caused him to shout out in pain. Fortunately whatever it was cooled rapidly.

Buck licked along the boy's backbone for a few minutes before speaking again. "OK, once I am done telling you what is going to happen, you can talk, since there is almost no chance you will be able to hold your tongue when I start anyway. But, sorry to say, now comes the bad part. I am going to pull off the wax. As I do so it will yank out all the hair you have on the back of your legs and butt. Luckily, you don't have but some peach fuzz on your butt crack, so you will not feel much there, but you legs are starting to get some. That's got to go. Also, keep in mind your arms are hairier than your legs, so it will be worse when we move to your arms."

Before Alex could start to speak Buck ripped off the first patch.

"YEOWWW!" Alex howled at the top of his lungs.

"The first time is always the worst, son." Buck stated as he ripped off the next patch.

Alex once again screamed, but was too physically wiped out to do much more than thrash around and beg for it to stop. A few more pulls was all it took to leave the back of his legs and butt totally hairless.

Buck put some soothing and anti-ingrown hair lotion over the area before moving up to coat the boy's back even though he didn't see any sign of hair. He then did the back and neck all the way to the hair line.

Most of this came off with no problem, but the back of the neck cased a shriek of pain.

Buck put on the soothing lotion once again before rolling an exhausted boy over. He coated the front of the legs all the way down to the tops of the feet, the chest and finally the arms. As the wax cooled he ran his finger over the boy's lips and spoke softly. "I can either wax your cock and balls or pull all the hairs I see one at a time with tweezers. The wax will really feel hot and it will hurt like crazy. However, if I wax it will be way faster. Up to you Lex.

Alex shook his head, "No, please… Please don't pull my hair out down there!"

"OK, wax it is."

"NO! Alex screamed as the hot wax was spread over his balls. Even as worn out as he was he tossed and turned, forcing Buck to sit on his legs as he spread the wax on. He then backed off and gave Alex another bottle of water. "I am really sorry about this, but I really don't like licking hair, and you have such a wonderful taste. Now, I don't want you to tell me no. If you do I will rip it all off slowly, which will make it much more painful. What I do want to know is what you want pulled off first, your chest, arms, neck, or groin. If I don't get an answer, I will make the wax hotter for the second time, and yes, we will do this a second time."

"Again?" Alex bawled in misery.

"Yeah, two times to make sure we get it all. Now what goes first?"

"M… m… my… privates…" Alex blubbered.

A couple of seconds later a scream erupted as the wax was jerked off his balls, leaving them red and totally hairless. This was followed by a wail of total agony as the arms were voided of hair. The chest was near painless as was the neck, or at least he didn't notice as much.

The second round went by much easier, but the hot wax seemed hotter on his already tortured skin, so it felt like it was burning more than it really was. The soothing lotion and balm to prevent ingrown hairs, combined with Buck pointing the air from the air condtioner directly on him, made his skin itch even as it cooled down, but there was nothing he could do about it. It didn't take long before the cold air caused him to start shivering.

Buck ran his hands over Alex one more time, taking a moment to pluck a few rogue hairs that had escaped the wax. Satisfied, he slipped Alex's underwear back on and kissed him in several locations. "Now you really are a work of living art, Lex."

Alex was totally wiped out by this time, but be managed to whisper, "Please take the mask off. I'll be good… Dad… I'll do anything you want if you take of the mask."

"Let's test this statement," Buck chuckled as he moved his hand up to Alex's rear, fingered it for a few seconds then pushed his finger in all the way to the second knuckle in one hard shove. Alex jerked and let out a yelp, but didn't fight. It was pointless and he honestly didn't have the strength to do much.

"Much better. You keep this up and you will have less sessions in the mask in short order."

Keeping his teeth clenched from having a finger embedded into is butt, he managed to speak, "So can the mask come of now… Please dad… It itches real bad."

Back pushed his finger in a little deeper, getting hiss of pain out of the kid before pulling it out. "Soon, son, but we need to get you fed first."

Alex trembled, "How? I can't use my hands!"

"If you want to eat, you will let me feed you."

Alex took a few deep scared breaths, "I don't want…"

"What you want is not real important, what I want is. Remember the contract states it is my decision on how, when and what you eat. All nutritional decision are at my discretion as long as you do not starve or get unhealthy because of what I feed you. Now do you go hungry or do I feed you? Keep in mind, you do have a game later today, and your brother will certainly be expecting you to do a good job. So will I. You will need to have some food in your stomach if you are going to recover from this and play well."

"I'm not hungry… you stuck a finger up my butt… Dads don't do that!"

"This dad does, and more. Also, the mask stays on until I feed you, so if you want to stay in it, I'm fine with it."

"No! No! I'll eat!!!"

"Kind of thought so, son." Buck chuckled lightly.

Alex found himself stood up and guided. He was so tired and weak, he had to get help the whole way. This made it hard to tell where he was being taken to, but he guessed it was out into the hall and toward the dining room. He was then put in a chair. By this time the mask was getting stiff fro diried sweat tears and snot and the insides of the mitts were soaked. They were oppressively uncomfortable, and his whole face was starting to itch. All he really wanted was the mask off. If it meant allowing Buck to feed him, he would have to deal with it. As he was resigning himself to this, Buck returned and dabbed something around the nose area of the mask. Within moments there was a strong smell. "What is that?"

"Son, you best start addressing me properly or I may just forget about feeding you for a while."

Alex gulped, "Dad! Sorry!"

"Better, and it even sounded a bit more sincere. Well done. As for what I put on the mask, it is vapor rub."

"Why… um, dad?"

"I think you'll figure it out soon enough. Now enough talk. Breakfast will be ready soon."

Lex managed to put his elbows on the table and rested his masked head in his mitted hands. There was nothing left in his internal gas tank and he knew it. He was so physically and emotionally exhausted he didn't even cry. He had no clue how long he sat there, and was almost asleep before Buck gently shook his shoulder. "Stand up son. I want you on my lap while I feed you."

Alex wobbled as he stood before getting an assist from Buck. He then sat back down on the man's lap. He didn't even wiggle as he felt the man's hands run down his chest and into his underwear. There was no point in fighting or complaining and he just wanted to get this over with. If the man wanted to play with his balls before feeding him, then so be it.

"Much better, kiddo!" Buck praised as he removed one of his hands, but kept the other down the boy's underwear. "Now open up."

Alex did as instructed and soon felt the cold of a metal spoon in his mouth. It was then turned upside-down and the contents wiped on his tongue. He had no idea what it was, but it was, warm, real mushy, yet somewhat course. It had kind of reminded him of a lumpy mashed potato texture, which was far from pleasant. It was also all but tasteless. He made one attempt to sniff as the next spoon full was put up to his mouth, but all he smelled was the vapor rub. It suddenly dawned on him what it was for. The man could be feeding him almost anything and he had no way to know what it was!

This thought caused him to cringe and shudder. "Please… um dad… tell me what I'm eating!"

"No," Buck responded. "It doesn't matter what I feed you. You will eat it. Now, if you want the mask off, you will open up and eat what Dad has for you!"

Spoonful and spoonful was wiped on his tongue. It was washed down every fifth or six time with a room temperature liquid which was not water. The texture was wrong. Alex's best guess was milk, but with it not being hot or cold, it was impossible to know for sure. Once he heard the spoon clank into a glass sounding dish he let out a long breath. "Are we done, dad?"

"All but washing it all down with some apple juice," The man informed Alex. "Now open up and drink this whole glass. It is made in my blender, so it is fresh, but has some pulp. If you find a chunk chew it."

Alex did as instructed and was pretty sure he actually could detect the apple flavor, but again the texture of the drink had lots to be desired.

At long last Buck removed his other hand from over Alex's boyhood, got him standing and guided him back down the hall. He then undid the mitts and mask. As with the prior time, he wrapped his arms around Alex and moved his hands down.

Alex did nothing. There was nothing he could really do and all he really cared about was the damned mask was off. Looking out the window of his room, he noticed it was now light outside. Buck had gotten him up really early to do all this to him, but it had lasted until well after the sun came up. Alex couldn't help but wonder how often this would happen and what else was in store for his near future even as the hands ran around to his butt and a finger rimmed him. Alex didn't fight. Instead he prepared for what had happened when he was in the mask. He didn't have to wait very long, but it still came as a shock when it did. Alex jerked hard as the finger entered his butt, and let out a yelp. "Dad, it hurts!"

"I know, son. But you'll get used to this, and before too long, you be very glad I am doing this."

Alex gritted his teeth and gasped out, "No, dad, no I won't!" even as the intruding finger made it in just past the second knuckle.

Buck licked at the boy's hairline and enjoyed the smell. "Yes you will, son. Also, one thing you should know, Joey will be wishing he got what I am giving you before too long."

Alex trembled as he felt the finger start to move in and out, "No, he would never…"

"Remember those words, Lex," Buck chuckled as he finally pulled his finger out. "Now I am going to give you a choice, son. You can either kiss me on the lips and hold it open as I lick inside your mouth a little or you can lick my finger clean. Totally up to you."

Alex's eyes went wide and his hands trembled as he saw the held up finger. He also could see the finger moving toward his mouth. "NO! I'll kiss you!"

"Kiss who?"

"Dad!" Alex all but shouted, "I'll kiss you, dad!"

Chapter 31

It took quite a while for Harriet to calm and realize she really was locked in a basement, alone, and no one was planning on letting her out. Still she tried banging on the door a couple more times before making her way back into what was basically a bedroom.

There was nothing to do, nothing at all. The total lack of electronics was just the start. She didn't even have a book or anything to write or draw with or on. Making matters much worse there was no way at all to tell the passage of time and she had never been in anyplace so quiet. There was no way they could expect her to stay down here, could they?

The fact she ignored the treadmill was not lost on Nancy or Robert as they enjoyed a porn movie, while occasionally looking at the video feeds from the basement. Less an hour and a half after locking Harriet in, the girl was trying to get some sleep but the bright pure white LED bulb made this difficult. It was simply too bright to allow for her to easily get some sleep. Even when she grabbed some of the clothing out of the footlocker and covered her face, she continued to toss and turn. This was by design as well. Keeping their new addition to their family sleep deprived would more quickly wear her down.

Checking the sound, the heard an occasional sob, but little else. Nancy had been told to expect to hear some self-talk, but she wasn't sure how long it would take. One thing was certain, the confinement area was working far better and more quickly than she could have ever hoped. The problem would be forcing herself to stick to the pre-set timelines and sticking to the plan. She wanted Harriet's face buried in Robert's crotch, so she didn't have to give oral. At the same time she figured, with a little work, she could have Harriet do a much better job of cunt licking than Robert seemed willing to do.

Nancy already knew she was the weak link on this, so she would have to depend on Robert to hold her back. Robert wanted Harriet to lose the chubby face, thighs, and what he considered to be a bloated belly. Nancy, on the other hand, didn't really care. Although, she did see the benefits of getting the spoiled little shit healthier. Harriet would need to be in the best health as possible before they could use her for what they ultimately had planned. With one last glance at the monitors, Nancy sighed. A week, maybe a bit more before she could start teaching the girl techniques of oral sex and more. It really wasn't that much time all things considered.

Harriet managed to get in a few cat naps, but real sleep simply wouldn't come. The sound of the door opening, however, caused her heart to speed up. She jumped out of bed and ran out of the small bedroom. Spotting Nancy carrying a tray that smelled of hamburger, fries, bacon, chocolate cake, and a few other things made her mouth water. "Please let me out! I'll be good!"

Nancy purposefully ignored the girl along with the squeaky pleas. Even as she made her way over to the treadmill, looked at the settings, and shook her head, she hoped the sniveling whining sounds would go away in short order, or at least be toned down. There was something very unpleasant with high pitched shrieking. If it didn't, she would have to make it a requirement. There was no way she was going to put up with the ear piercing high pitched sounds for very long. On the other hand, the sounds annoyed her enough to where keeping a mean face was a great deal easier.

With a deep breath Nancy put on the most disappointed face she could muster, while fighting not to cringe at the nose coming out of Harriet's mouth. She quickly pointed to the treadmill and tapped on the display. She then turned sharply and moved to the door.

Harriet's eyes went wide, "No! You can't just leave!" She then ran over to grab at Nancy.

Robert moved into the room and physically blocked the young teen. He then gave her a light shove in the direction of the treadmill, knocking her down, before clapping his hands together loudly to get her full attention. He pointed to the exercise machine with an angry gesture before moving back to the door. As he got there, he pulled a piece of bacon off the large burger, held it up, then lowered it into his mouth slowly, taking small nibbles. Seeing the girl lick his lips he made a snorting sound, shrugged and grabbed another piece before taking one more step back and closing the door.

"NO!" Harriet roared. "That was mine!" She jumped up, charged the door, slammed into it and fell back bawling.

The door reverberated with a solid 'thud' sound. Nancy glanced back to the closed door even as she cupped her hand over her mouth to hold back some laughter just in case it could be heard through the soundproofing. She then all but ran up the stairs, put the tray down and busted up.

Robert moved up behind her, wrapped her arms around her, and gave her a big kiss, "You like that, did you?"

"Oh, fuck, hun;" Nancy managed to get out between chortles, "that was the funniest shit ever! I can't wait to see a replay of her hitting the door either. Probably the fastest she has moved that plump ass of hers in years!" She leaned around and gave Robert a kiss on the cheek, "Damn, I love you!"

Robert snickered, "And just think, it is four in the morning and you made us a great meal! What do you say we cover it, put it in the oven, to keep it warm and go for a jog before the sun comes up?"

Still giggling, Nancy covered the tray, put it in the oven, and moved to the front door. "Three or five miles today?" "It's early and we have a lot of food to eat. Let's make it five."

In the basement, Harriet pounded on the door in rage repeatedly for several minutes before screaming and shouting about child abuse, calling the cops, running away, and never touching the dammed walking machine. As the rage faded, she sobbed. An hour later she finally got up and looked around again. As she did so, it dawned on her that they had been bringing her down lunch or dinner, not breakfast. With wide eyes she looked around in a near panic, "They're going to starve me!"

As deeper fear set in she moved back to the note, read it once again, then moved out to glare at the exercise machine. "No! I'm not going to use it!"

As more fear of starving and total boredom set in over the next couple of hours, she went over and grabbed the instruction book, telling herself it was only because she wanted something to read. As more timed passed and the silence started getting to her, she started talking aloud. When this still didn't help she reluctantly moved over to the treadmill and took her first few steps.

Chapter 32

Brandon woke as Greg sat on the bed. He tried to edge away from the man, but a warning wag of the man's right index finger, along with a warning from 'Hector', caused him to stop.

Greg nodded his approval even as he slid closer. He reached out and stroked Brandon's hair for a few seconds. "God boy, Brand. Remember, one of the primary rules is not to move away from us and when we touch you, you let us. All things considered, you did really good this time. But next time, I don't want you to even start to move away, or you get another punishment. Understood?"

"Uh huh," Brandon managed to force out even as the man's hand moved down his face and started clearing the crusty junk from around his eyes.

"The proper response is, yes, Uncle Greg. Now tell me what you are supposed to do the right way."

Brandon kept his eyes closed and spoke even as Greg cleared off the remnants of sleep from around his other eye. Once again he was thankful when 'Hector' told him what to say, because he really wasn't sure. "I will not pull away and I have to let you touch me where you want Uncle Greg."

Greg smiled and stoked Bandon's cheek for a few seconds before running his hand down onto the boy's chest, undoing the buttons of the makeshift nightshirt as he did so.

Brandon looked away as the hand moved down to his groin. He clenched his fists and the man started fingering his penis. Having to endure this was far from easy, but he decided to ask a question since there was nothing he could do about it. "Did the envelop you gave the constable have money in it?"

Greg paused for a moment, looking at Brandon with a bit of shock. "How did you see…" He shook his head, "You are dangerously perceptive, Brand. Yes, it contained cash."

"Was it for me?" Brandon fought off a whimper, as he looked into Greg's eyes. "Did he sell me?"

Greg stopped playing with Bandon, rubbed his chin, then let out a sigh. "Those are two very different questions, Brand. Sit up and let me pull the nightshirt off you, then roll over on your stomach so I can really see and enjoy your backside while I spell it all out for you."

Brandon looked over, "I have to get naked?"

"Brand, come on," Greg chuckled. "What difference does it really make if you have an unbuttoned nightshirt on or nothing?"

Before Brandon could argue, 'Hector' spoke to him, "Brand, not only will arguing only get you in trouble, he is right. Besides, the contract says they get total control over what you wear and when. So all he will do if you argue is say he wants you to wear nothing and may make you stay with nothing on for way longer then he will if you don't just take it off."

Brandon made a pouting sound, more to show agreement with 'Hector' then to let Greg know his displeasure over being forced to be naked. Up till now he at least had something on when he was being touched. He also realized it shouldn't make a difference, but it did. Even as he followed through and pulled his arms out of the shirt with Greg's assistance, he thought over the contract. It did say he had to wear what they wanted, but it never occurred to him that wearing nothing could be what was wanted. However, as he rolled over on his tummy and prepared for the man's hands to run down his body, he could see how much control he had given the men by signing it. They could make him run around naked and it really would still be within the stupid contract.

Brandon closed his eyes and trembled slightly as Greg's hand started at the top of his head and moved slowly down his backbone. The man repeated it a few times going lower each time. It kind of reminded Brandon of how he petted a dog or a cat. The idea of being treated like a pet by Greg didn't sit well with him at all, so he decided to try to take his mind off of it by asking the questions again. "So did you pay for me and did the constable sell me?"

Greg chuckled as he ran his hand down all the way to the boy's ass crack. "Did we pay for you, not really. We paid for all the work that went into getting you settled into our little town. Sheriff Eaton had to do a lot of work to make it so you would be able to legally stay here. Little things like getting all the paperwork from your grandparents, making sure your father was handled in a way to where he couldn't argue, taking care of the four of you while those of us who were interested in you all got a chance to get to know you. All of those things and more took a great deal of time and effort on his part. His job is to keep the peace and the law, no to do what he did so we could keep you all here. So those of us who now have the four of you paid him for his trouble.

"As far as did he sell the four of you, well that is really a matter for debate. He ended up with control over you all, and he worked with others to transfer control over to us. By taking the money, he also is agreeing to back off and let us take care of you the way we want, as long as we keep to the requirements of the contact. We can't starve you, we can't make you dangerously hot or cold, stuff like that. As long as we don't, and Steven and I never would even think of doing so, but as long as you stay healthy and attend classes, by taking the money he is saying he will not interfere with what we do to you or make you do. Also, by taking the money, he is saying he will help get you back if you do something really dumb, like try to run away. Since he did have control and gave it up by taking the money, you could say, in a sense, he sold you all. Me, I consider it more of a transfer fee. Besides, I bet he will have to give some to others who helped him. I honest.ly don't know or care. All I do care about is having you, so I consider the money very well spent."

Brandon cringed as the man's hands moved down his butt crack and pulled them apart. He certainly didn't know why anyone would want to look at his butthole, but it was clear the guy did. To deflect off of this latest realization, Brandon gripped the pillow in his hands and asked another question, "Why do you want to do this to me?"

Steven spoke up from the door, "Oh, Brand, that is quite the question and comes with more than one answer! Do you want my take or Uncle Greg's?"

Brandon thought it over even as he trembled at the feeling of a finger probing the outside of his butthole. Two things came to mind. first he really wanted to try to distract Greg who was poking at something Brandon didn't want touched, and second Hector had warned him Greg was probably really the one in charge. But he still had to be nice to both. "Um… I thought it would be the same… I guess Uncle Greg first… but both of you…" he gripped the pillow harder as he felt a finger pushing harder and the finger start to enter him. "Ow! Coach… um Uncle Greg, that hurts!"

"I know buddy, and I bet it is still tender from last night. however, this is fun for me, and it won't cause any damage, so just deal with it and don't ask me to stop. You are not allowed to. You can cry and even yell, but you cannot beg me to stop or pull my finger back. If you do you get punished. Understood?" "Yes…" Brandon stated even as a few new tears rolled down his cheeks. "But it really hurts!"

Steven spoke from the door. "We know, and we'll both go real slow."

Greg leaned over and kissed Brandon on the back of the neck, "We sure will. And as for your question, I think you are beautiful. You turn me on both sexually and emotionally. Running my hands over you, giving you hugs, kisses, and having you on my lap turns me on in all the right ways. Rimming you with my finger and even pushing it in, is even better. There is so much more you will be able to do for me over time, Brand, so much more, and for me, having you is getting a sliver of paradise."

Brandon let out another yelp and arched his back as the tip of Greg's finger fully penetrated and started wiggle around just inside the hole, forcing it open slightly wider than the diameter of the finger. It took everything he could to not beg for the man to stop.

Steven moved into the room and started stroking Brandon's hair, "Try to relax, kiddo. It's just a finger and it's barely in."

"But it hurts! Please…"

Steven lightly twisted Brandon's ear, "Don't say it kiddo. We don't want to punish you on a game day!"

Brandon yelped and grabbed at the hand on his ear. He let go as he saw the look in Steven's eyes. He shuddered and whined, "I… Ow… I won't… ask… or beg… but… OW!"

Steven gave the boy a satisfied smirk, twisting the ear once more just to get out a loud yelp before he let go of the ear and reached under the boy to gain access to his groin. As his hands started playing with the boy jewels, he stuck his tongue in the ear he had just tormented. Noting Brandon grit his teeth, but not pull away, Steven took another deep lick and poke meanly, "Oh, you can control yourself. Very nice!" He then licked the entire side of Brandon's face a few times.

Brandon started crying lightly in both disgust and pain even as he gripped the pillow with everything he could muster while the offending finger moved in slightly deeper. "It really hurts!"

"At first it tends to," Greg stated with much more compassion in his voice than Steven's tended to hold. "but you'll learn to handle this and sooooooo much more. Just wait. A few weeks from now you will realize this was all for your own good."

"My good?" Brandon managed to gasp out.

"Yup! This is all training Brand. Just like the breathing exercises I give you. Speaking of which, why don't we do a couple to take your mind off of the slight discomfort Uncle Greg is giving you."

Before he could do or say anything, Steven turned Brandon's head and stuck a couple of fingers into his mouth. "Remember not to bite!"

Between crying and the gagging sensation of fingers deep in his mouth, it was all but impossible to properly breath, his whole body started trembling before the offending fingers in his mouth withdrew allowing him to suck in much needed air. He barely got his breath back before the fingers went back in.

Greg gave Steven a disapproving look, but didn't stop him. Instead he used his free hand to stroke Brandon's hair. "Focus on breathing. I know this is very hard, especially with me enjoying your butt, but you can do this."

Brandon endured three more times of Steven sticking fingers into his mouth, going deeper each time. before the man backed off and concentrated on fingering Brandon's nuts.

Steven waited until the boy was more or less composed. "Hey, look there! You all but forgot about Uncle Greg's finger. You are already getting used to it. You are doing great. Now, while you become skilled at tolerating a single finger, let me answer your earlier question. Why am I doing this. First, let me tell you when I see a kid like you I want to grab on and possess him. I like the control, the ability to make a child do what I want. Yes, you are gorgeous, and you sure as hell get my sexual side going, but while Uncle Greg wants you for sex first and foremost, I want you because making you do what I want when I want, how I want, is exciting… Oh, and yes, this means I will demand you do things you don't like just because I can. You'll understand more as time goes on."

"Yes he will," Greg stated. "But for now, Brand, let me give you something to hold onto and strive for. There is a way you can make all this easier on yourself."

"Yeah, There sure is." Steven stated with a snort, "Play ball!"

Brandon wiped his tears and snot on the pillow before looking up through a mask of tears, "Play ball?"

Greg grinned and kissed the boy's forehead, "Yes. The one thing you need to know is we will both be nicer before and after games and you will get more things you want and like if you play baseball for us up to your potential. I know how this works too. When we are done here we are going to get breakfast, get you cleaned up, and head to the rec center to meet the other kids. While this happens you get to decide how to handle what is happening to you. You can let this finger in your butt or the hands on your balls be the focus. If you do, you will be tempted to try to get back at us by playing poorly. You may play badly simply because you can't get past what we have done and will do to and with you. However, even as you are controlling yourself and stopping yourself from telling me to stop playing with your butt hole, you can talk yourself into our out of playing a good game, either at practice or during a real game. Do great, you will get treated well, do good you get treated OK, do bad… oh, you really don't want to find out what playing badly will lead to.

"Furthermore, the trip we set up really is all about you. We can do other things, even another geode hunt, or another type of rock finding trip. It all depends on you: as long as you play well, the good things you can get are far reaching. On the other hand, you don't play well, you act out, you try to tell anyone outside of this town what is happening under this roof, any chance at future outings goes away until you're play and or behavior picks up. Also, one other warning. Trying to tell on us gets everyone in the team in huge trouble."

Steven took over, "Huge trouble is a massive understatement. Only one kid tried and he is no longer living with the person who took him in. In fact, he doesn't have a home and won't ever again. Anything bad thing you can imagine and much worse is what he deals with every hour of every day. At the same time, every kid on the team was given to someone else for five full days. Each and every one of them begged to go home before those five days were over, too. If you don't believe me, ask them."

Even though he was being fingered and fondled he looked over with wide eyes, "All the kids on the team get messed with like you are doing to me?"

Greg nodded, "Most of the kids are much like you. They are with people they picked and they signed the same kind of contract you did. Their guardians do things to them and with them as they want. As long as no one from outside the town is around, you can ask them about it. Actually, I think it would be a good idea if you did ask them. Find out what heaped to them when Pasha tried to tell a kid on another team what was going on here. You will find it was very awful indeed. I'm sure you are smart enough to know not to speak up, though. Aren't you? Brandon gulped. "Yes, Uncle Greg!"

"Good." Steven stated. "However, you also need to make sure the others keep mouths shut when around kids outside of this town. If any of them speak out, or try to tell on us, it is partially your job to stop them, just like they will stop you. For as you just heard, very bad things happens to all of you if even one of you says something about what goes on at home or other houses here."

Greg once again took over. "Keep in mind, Brand, this means your teammates are going to be depending on you to keep this town's secrets while also counting on your good play so they get some to do some fun things they normally would never get the chance to do. In simple terms, Brand, your teammates are all going to be looking to you to do fun things and get away from what they have happening to them on a daily basis. This also includes your brother, Alex. This means you get the chance to pay him back for all the hits from your father he took for you. Understand?"

"Uh huh…" Brandon whimpered. "Is Lex really being hurt like this, too?"

"Something sure as hell is being done to him," Steven snickered.

Greg shot Steven a dirty look even as Brandon pounded his fists into the pillow in frustration and anger, "I'm sure Buck is enjoying Alex's company in his own way. You can ask Alex as long as no one outside of town hears you or him. Now brace yourself, I am going to go a little deeper and it will hurt, but it will dull once you get used to it. Remember, you can cry or yell, but you can't ask for me to stop or pull out. If you do good on this I will tell you a way you will be able to help out your brother, at least a little."

Brandon grabbed the pillow and pulled it into his face as the finger sunk in to the second knuckle. He kept his head buried in it until the sharp pains faded. He then pulled his head back up and looked at Greg with pleading eyes.

"You're doing great, Brand. Handle this just a bit longer and we'll go get some breakfast." Greg stated firmly before becoming more friendly in tone. "Since you did so good I am going to offer you a way to help yourself and Alex. Now I really want you to think this over, Brand. Your play and behavior will greatly influence what happens with future trips. Remember Alex gets to go on all of them. So you do really good during the games we will schedule more outings. Also what happens the day after the games are going to be based on your play. To be honest, both good or bad playing will determine how the day after the games goes, Brand." Greg advised the nude boy. "If we actually win, even partially because you did a good job, I'll even try to talk Uncle Steven into giving you the entire day off. We can go to the park and you can play with other kids. You lose us a game, well, you really don't want to find out what the day after will be like. As part of this, if we win even one game in this tournament and you play well doing all the games I will schedule another team trip. If you really blow it, during this tournament or any game, I will give Uncle Steven total control and leave the two of you for the full day. Trust me, you really don't want that."

"But I do!" Steven grinned evilly. "So play bad if you really want. I won't mind!"

Chapter 33

Buck pulled up next to the rec center even as he reached over and gently shook Alex. The boy had fallen sound asleep in the few blocks from the sporting goods shop. "Come on, Lex, you can take a nap on the way there. Grab your stuff."

Alex let out a long breath, looked around and blinked. "I'm not riding with you?"

"By the lines on the contract you had modified, you have to be on all team trips. This is a team trip so you have to ride with them. I'll meet you there. You'll be staying in the RV with me since there were no hotel rooms in the hotel the rest of the team is staying in, though."

Alex looked down as his hairless arms and legs. They were no longer bright red, but they still looked irritated. It was also embarrassing to know he didn't have a shred of hair on him other than the mop of platinum blond hair on his head. "Can't I put on some long…"

"No. You still wear what I tell you to. You're way to pale after the hospital stay and only got a couple of days of partial sun since you were inside the range learning gun safety. I want a nicely tanned boy to go with that stunning hair of yours. Therefore, the shorts and tank top is what you wear until you change for the game, unless Coach Greg says he wants you to practice in something else. Besides, you need to get to know your teammates and as I am sure you will find out, you are far from alone when it comes to having things done to you."

Buck reached over and ruffled Alex's hair, "You know, I put bunk beds in your room in hopes you can bring over a friend once in a while. As an incentive, I will forgo the mask while you have friends over, too."

Alex liked the sounds of that a great deal, but figured Buck had plans for whoever would come over. He didn't know if he could do that to someone. However, he had other things to worry about first. The biggest was the supposed shock and poison patch on his leg. He doubted if it really would do what Buck said, but he wasn't about to take any chances until he could find out more. To this end, he put his hand over the patch on his leg, just above the bottom of the shorts Buck had bought for him. "What about…"

"I'll give control over to Coach Greg. He will set something on his phone and give control back to me after the game tonight. You'll have to ask him what the rules he sets. Also remember what I told you in the store. I put a lot of cash out for you today. I expect to see some results sooner rather than later. From what I have heard this team hasn't won a game in years. Go be my little star out there with your brother. If you do, you may get a few things you want for your room."

Buck handed the boy a $20. "I know you have cash, but I'll cover concessions and stuff. But if you don't play well… I'm sure you get the picture. Now get out and meet your teammates. A few of them are really cute."

Alex rolled his eyes as he hopped out of the truck. He then moved to the large pull behind RV and secured his equipment. Even as he cringed at having to see Brand the way he now looked, he had to admit Buck didn't go cheep on what he bought. There were two very nice aluminum bats, an incredibly expensive outfield glove, and the best infield glove in the whole store. He also had his own batting helmet, elbow guard, and shin protection. The athletic cup was also high end, but he knew the man wouldn't skimp there. After all, the last thing Buck would want was damage to where he liked to put his hands.

The man hadn't stopped at the basics either. He had purchased a very nice baseball backpack to hold the equipment and added in four sets of sweat absorbing undergarments and two sets of lightweight breathable and cooling fabric outer garments, all in his favorite color schemes of blue and yellow.

The events of the night and the morning made the pack heavier than it already was, but even as Buck moved over to help him, he shook his head.

Buck grinned and nodded before making his way over to the small group of adults surrounding the very nice rented coach-style bus. He moved up and shook hands with both Greg and Steven then made the rounds to a few of the others. There were a few he had yet to meet, so he made it a point to at least shake their hands.

As this was going on, Brandon ran over to Alex and wrapped his arms around his brother. "LEX!"

Alex accepted the hug and returned it, holding his brother tightly for longer than normal. He noticed as he did so, Brandon didn't really want to let go either. This told him more than words could have. The coaches had done something to his brother. Looking down he didn't see any marks on the exposed arms or legs, which was a relief, but he had to wonder what they had done to him. After a few more seconds he lightly broke his brother's embrace, "How about you introduce me to the others. I only got a few names while watching you practice."

Brandon nodded, but had no intension of totally letting go. Instead he grabbed Alex's right arm with both hands and led him over to the others.

Off to the side, one of the adults eyed the exchange with a shake of the head before turning back to Buck, "Going to be hard to get full control with those two being so close."

"I don't think so," Buck countered. "If anything, their concern for each other will make both more obedient simply because they won't want to breach the contract and screw up a chance to see each other. Plus I get to watch a whole bunch of cute boys and hopefully get to know some of the others. I heard through the grapevine they spend the night at each other's houses once in a while…"

"They do, as long as there is reciprocation," A woman by the name of Audrey spoke up. "I'd be willing to deal if you are interested."

Buck raised an eyebrow, "Depends. Which one is yours?"

Audrey pointed to a boy slightly shorter than Alex, "Keith, the dark haired in the orange shirt."

Buck quickly scoped the boy out. The boy was really good looking, with stunning blue eyes, and not a trace of fat to be seen in the tight fitting clothing, but not overly skinny. The boy's legs were much like Alex's too, boyishly athletic with a trace of muscle development. "Very nice. What do you have in mind?"

"I want to do a pay for request deep webcast with them doing each other. You are welcome to attend. I also want to take them both to bed and have a threesome with them."

"My understanding is there were no live net feeds allowed."

A man by the name of Randal spoke up, "Not from here and we have to get approval, but it can be done. Greg actually has a location to transmit from, the signal goes by landline across the border so it actually originates in Mexico, and the signal bounces through a couple of countries not very cooperative with the US. Even if the feds did find it, they would never be able to get a trace before it ends. Greg makes us keep them to less than two hours, just to make sure. It's lucrative, too. My kid, Stephen has done several. If I can get Alex and Stephen on a request web feed, we can also make a deal. Mine is the one in the green shorts and white top."

"I don't want anything that would leave scars and would want a split. I also want to know what I can and can't do with Keith and Stephen."

Audrey's lips twisted up into an evil looking smirk, "No one's putting a scar on Keith until I am tired of him, and I'm not even close to that point. We can use some video tricks to make some things look worse to please the customers. The real sadistic pricks will just have to wait until I tire of Keith before they get to unleash their bitcoins, and it will not be cheap if I ever decide to go for it. As far as what you can do with Keith, shit, basically the same rules. Don't disfigure him and nothing requiring a hospital visit. If I get my three-way we split the web feed take, if not, I get three-quarters."

Randal nodded in agreement to what Audrey said, "Equal exchange of time and even split on the web feeds is fine with me. He'll have to take over six inches up his ass before he comes over to my place."

"Be a bit before he is ready for that. He took a finger a few times, but he's tight even on a finger."

Randal's lips scrunched up in thought, "OK, we can still do business, but you don't get Stephen's ass until I can have Alex's. You tell me what Alex can deal with up his ass and you can do the same to Stephen. Also, I want at least one vid session of a rape, either Keith and Stephen raping Alex, or all three of them raping some other kid or something. We can work out the details later, but those are instant classics and will make us bank. As far as the rest, well, hell, I've had Stephen for almost two years and am starting to look for a replacement, so marks and bruises are fine by me, but they have to heal. Also, just let me know when Alex's mouth is cock ready. He takes me in second as soon as you say he's ready."

Audrey nodded, "Yeah, rape scenes, even fake ones are good, but if we could do one live… I bet Holden could get us a little Mexican shithead."

She glanced over as Buck's face broke into a big smile, "Tell you what, how about an early exchange?"

"What do you have in mind?"

"Well, I'm not going and was going to stick him with Holden, but Holden is already keeping Freddy, and I know Keith hates Freddy. From what I hear those baggy shorts hide a ginormous black boy cock, which Holden will certainly make Kith take in both ends again, so… What do you say to me giving you a welcoming gift of sorts. Bruce told me you brew a wicked hard apple bear with real high ABV. How about you grab me a case and as long as you give me your word I can get my hands on Alex… You get Keith all weekend, no restrictions other than he is good for the games and no big marks and nothing permanent. Hell, I'll even let him go to the rock hunt which he was going to miss since I am going to San Diego Sunday night. I wouldn't mind a solo trip, and not having to worry about him, so… let's say you bring Keith back Wednesday night and I get Alex next Thursday afternoon after I get off work until game time on Saturday night?"

Buck smiled, "Deal! Damn, I'm glad Bruce invited me and I was accepted. This place is paradise!"

Randal patted Buck on the shoulder, "Paradise at a hundred and five degrees."

Audrey snickered even as she let out a shrill whistle.

Over next to the bus, Keith looked up with wide eyes and quickly handed his bag off to another boy to load before all but sprinting over. "Ma'am?"

Buck raised an eyebrow, "Nice reaction time. I am going to have to get with you on how you did it."

Audrey shot Buck a big grin before turning to look at Keith. "Boy, this is Buck. Alex belongs to him."

"I heard, Ma'am." Keith stated while looking down. He then turned to Buck, looked up and stuck out his hand, "Hi, I'm Keith, but you can call me whatever you want. Do you want my head down when I speak to you, sir?"

"No, actually I like a boy who makes good eye contact," Buck stated as he took the boy's hand. "I also like a firm handshake."

Keith squeezed as hard as he could but quickly winced at the return grip. He didn't complain or try to pull away no matter how hard Buck returned the squeeze, however.

"Very well behaved, I'm impressed Keith."

"Thank you, sir."

Audrey nodded her approval, "Keith, I have changed my mind."

The boy turned and looked down while fighting a whimper, "I can't go to the tournament?"

"Oh, no, you get to go. You also get to go on the rock find trip."

Keith glanced up with wide excited eyes before quickly looking down, "Thank you, ma'am!"

"You are welcome. As part of this deal, I am giving you to Buck, here, until Wednesday evening. You will do everything and anything he wants starting now."

Some of the enthusiasm left Keith's voice but not all of it, "I understand, ma'am." He then moved closer to Buck, and looked up, "What are my rules, sir?"

Buck reached down and stroked Keith's hair and face. The boy accepted it without attempting to pull away at all. The only sing of displease was a bit of a flinch, but Buck figured the boy may have been expecting some pain, so he squeezed the boy's shoulder lightly and smiled, "We'll figure most of them out tonight. For now, I want… no, I expect you get to know and make friends with Lex. I have a feeling the two of you will become very close. Also, make sure he gets to know Stephan. However, I do want you to listen in on what Lex and Brand talk about and report back to me, but don't tell either about this. Any questions?"

"No, sir. I totally understand. Sir, am I going to be linked to your phone or Coach Greg's?"

"For now, the coach. After the game I'll get with him to find out how to transfer you over to mine." He patted Keith on the butt to dismiss him, but stopped the boy by grabbing his shoulder, "How about a kiss before you get on the bus?"

"Quick or open mouth, sir?"

"I prefer open and long. I hope you will help me get Lex used to them."

The boy stood up on tiptoes to get closer to Buck's mouth, "Anything you want, sir."

Buck leaned down and planted a long and deep kiss on Keith, savoring the moment and the freedom to do it in the open. He looked forward to doing the same with Alex very soon.

Over at the bus, Stephen gave Freddie a light shove and nodded in the direction of the kiss. "Looks like you won't be sleeping with Keith after all."

Freddie looked over and spat, "Aw, crap. Not only am I going to have to lick Mr. Shock's ass by myself, now I won't even have Keith's mouth wrapped around my dick most of the night. This trip isn't going to be nearly as much fun as I hoped."

Brandon and Alex both heard this and exchanged horrified looks, but it was interrupted as Buck called out, "Hey, Lex, get over here and give your dad a kiss before getting on the bus!"

Alex looked stunned and shocked as he turned to look at the man with wide eyes. Before he could do or say anything, Stephen moved up and put his arm around Alex, "Just go before you get in trouble. No one is going to make fun of you for it."

Alex took a deep breath and made his way over to Buck.

At the same time George, the team captain, gave Tommy a shove over toward Brandon, "Stop him!"

Tommy gulped as he saw Brandon moving to catch up to his brother. He quickly moved over to Brandon and put a hand on his shoulder, stopping him from going with Alex, "Man, you can't. The contract letting him play with us will go away if you say anything. He belongs to that guy, you belong to the coaches!"

Brandon turned sharply, only to see two other kids from the team moving up to support Tommy. "But he's…"

George cut Brandon off, "Brand, knock it off! My dad told me what Lex did for you. He got the contract changed: no one gets the contract changed! And now you are about to screw it all up! Lex is doing what he's told, and you can't do nothing to stop it. If you try, you'll get both him and you in trouble and probably the rest of us, too. Plus, I know what would happen if you did. That guy will make your bother kiss him again and may do other stuff in front of all of us. Do you really want to make it worse on your brother?"

Graham, the team's backup catcher and until Brandon's arrival, the starting shortstop, also moved up, "George is right. Anything you do will make it worse for your bother. Come on, just turn away and don't look, Brand." The Eleven year old physically turned Brandon around and moved him toward the bus. "If you have to talk to your secret friend like you did during batting practice, do it. It seemed to help you then. Maybe it will help you on this."

Tommy nodded and helped guide Brandon back toward the bus while a couple of the others moved to block line of sight and cut off any chance of Brandon turning and bolting to his brother.

Coach Steven looked over with a smirk, "Brand, I think you owe your teammates big. You were you about to do or say something about how your brother is being treated, weren't you?"

Brandon looked at the coach with fury in his eyes, but before he could say something, George poked him hard in the side with a bat, "Keep your mouth shut or apologize to him if you have to, but don't mouth off. He is baiting you, Brand."

Brandon clenched his fists and shook in anger, but Graham put an arm over his shoulder and held him. "Take some deep breaths and talk to me or your secret friend or something. Do whatever it takes to take your mind off of it."

"You'll make fun of me!"

"No we won't." Graham stated forcefully. "First off, we can all see they are setting you up and we want you and your brother on the team. Second, and probably more important, all of us have found different ways to deal with bad stuff, and if yours is a secret friend, we all get it. Last, and most important of all, me, George and Stephen will kick the asses of anyone who so much as thinks about saying something or even making faces. All three of us have been on the younger team and now this team for three years and haven't won a single game. My dad promised me a bike and a full month of no trips over to Norm's house if we win one stupid game and, longer if we win more. George has also been told he will get a bike and Stephen has been threatened with having to go to the bar for a full week if we don't get at least one win this season. We all really want… need… to win and you may be able to help get us one! So, do what you have to do to calm down. If you want to talk away from us, fine. Go around the back of the bus. Just make sure you stay close. I don't know how far Coach Greg set his phone on your leg patch, but I bet he has you stuck pretty close to him since this is your first time out."

'Hector' spoke up, "Brand, my friend, Graham is right. They are setting you up to break the contract. I am also certain you know no matter what you do or say, it isn't going to help Lex. Also you are hearing something you have wanted to hear since we first started talking. You can talk to me around others and they won't care. Now, please either start talking to me or walk around to the back of the bus so no one can see you and talk to me so I can help calm you down."

Even as Alex gave Buck a kiss causing the boy to get very red cheeks, Brandon moved around to the other side of the bus and talked to 'Hector'. A minute later Lex was led over to the bus by Keith and Brandon reappeared looking much less angry, but very sad.

Keith saw the opportunity to get close to both kids so he could listen and report back to Buck. "Let's go talk to your brother, Lex. He needs to see you are OK."

"I'm not sure I am."

"Come, on. Everyone on the team understands. We have all had to do these kind of things. At least being on the team gives you a chance to talk to others. Some kids here don't even get to see another kid unless bad things are going on or during the big seven holiday events where Sheriff Eaton makes everyone bring their kids."

"But everyone saw me kiss him!"

"I kissed him before you did and I bet he makes me do it again tonight. The whole reason Mistress Audrey called me over was to tell me she gave me to Buck for the weekend, so the two of us will be together the whole time."

"She gave you to him?"

"Yeah, but don't look at it as a bad thing. I wasn't going to get to go on the rock trip and now I do. Even better, I don't have to go to San Diego again."

Alex stopped and looked at Keith, "You'd prefer to be here than there?"

"Oh yeah!" Keith all but shouted. "The only thing better there is the weather. Here she knows there is nowhere to run so I am in light restraints or sometimes none at all when she goes to work. When I travel with her, she locks me down in a spreader bar or full arm restraints for hours when she has to go to meetings or whatever she does…" He shuddered, "And the trips there and back totally suck. I have to stay right by her and not talk to anyone. She makes me wear a diaper, because she won't let me out of her sight to go to the bathroom, so I don't eat or drink for hours before the trip and nothing during either so I don't pee myself."

Alex had no clue a spreader and arm restraints were, but he certainly did know what a diaper was, and that sounded really gross. He also realized the kid was being totally honest, not holding anything back. Hearing Keith reveal such embarrassing details also took some of the humiliation off of having to kiss Buck. Even better, since the others were hearing Keith talk about having to wear a diaper, the focus was totally on Keith, and away from the kiss Lex had to publicly give Buck. However, he wondered how the spreader and arm restraint things compared to the mask and mitts. He bet the mask was worse, but didn't really want to find out. Even as he contemplated all of this, the look on his face told Keith more than words could have.

Keith let out a sigh. "You'll probably find out sooner or later because I never get handed over without some kind of agreement the other way. So I am sure you will get to know what I am talking about. But don't worry. When you come over, most of the stuff will be done to me with you helping or only getting short sessions. If it becomes a regular thing, then I'll show you some tricks to get used to the harder stuff."

Graham spoke up, "Be happy Audrey has taken an interest, Lex. The worst stuff she does is better than anything Norm does. The next time you see your other brother, Lex, you tell him Bruce was a way better pick than Norm."

Scott, the team's starting first baseman, nodded it complete agreement, "Yeah, whatever you do, Lex and Brand, try to stay away from Norm. Also, no matter what stay way, WAY, away from Maggie. Offer to do anything to prevent getting one on one with her."

Alex and Bandon all but hugged each other at the tone of the boys even as the most of the others on the team nodded, almost wildly.

Alex glanced around for a few seconds, "Um, can I ask why?"

George looked over at Derek, the smallest boy on the team. "Left up your shirt and show them."

The boy looked down, "Do I have to?"

"They'll see sooner or later, Derek," Keith stated with a hint of compassion in his voice.

The small curly haired boy made a pouting sound and looked down even as he pulled up his shirt.

At first Alex and Brandon didn't see anything odd, but 'Hector' pointed out the tiny studs on each side of the small boy's tits.

Brandon gulped, but still didn't quite grasp what he was seeing. "What are those?"

"Nipple studs," Stephen shuddered.

Seeing Alex's eyes go wide and Derek look down and pout, Graham moved over and put his hand on Derek's shoulder, "It's OK, put your shirt down."

Brandon looked over at his brother and back at Derek, "I don't get it."

Graham gave Derek a light squeeze even as he looked into Brandon's eyes. "Maggie pierced his nipples with long needles, Brand. The studs are very hard to see, but they keep the holes through his tits from closing up. When he is home, those are taken out and rings are put in. If he's bad in any way, Neil puts weights on the rings. If you've ever had a titty twister done to you, times it by a whole lot and think about the pain not going away for as long as the weights are on."

"Hours…" Derek whispered. "One time days and I had to sleep sitting up so the weight hug down the whole time. I didn't really sleep…"

At this both Alex and Brand looked visibly shaken.

"Maggie doesn't stop at tit piercing, either." Stephen warned even as Brandon's jaw dropped open in fear and revulsion. "Tongue, lips, eyebrows, belly buttons, noses, you name it, if she can put a hole in it and stuff a peg, spike or loop through it, she will. Last year we had this foreign kid on the team, Pasha. He tried to tell a kid on another team about the contract Shirley made him sign. Somehow Shirley found out and Pasha was given over to Maggie. I've only seen him once since then, down in the Old Town bar. He had all sorts of metal hanging off of him and was covered with marks and scars. I don't think he could even walk right.

"Point is," George all but growled, "Maggie is super bad news and telling or even trying to tell will get you sent to a place worse than Hell. All of us who were on the team paid for what Pasha did, too. BAD, real bad, so we don't say nothing and if we see or hear you try, we'll all kick the shit out of you. If you hear or see anyone else on the team try, stop them and tell the rest of us. We'll all help you kick the shit out of whoever it is. Also, I have been told Maggie gets whoever tries, even if they fail, and you will fail. There is no one to go to without it getting back to the coaches, Shirley, or even Ms. Finch. One or all will get the report and will fill out the paperwork saying whatever was said was investigated and shown to be fake or whatever. Then whoever spoke up goes to Maggie and probably ends up with Pasha and other washouts down in Old Town while the rest of us get sent to the likes of Norm for a few days on unrestricted shit."

Coach Steven interrupted all chatter as he called out, "OK guys, all the bags are stored and you are all out in the sun when you don't need to be. Get on board and find a seat. It's a three plus hour trip, and the bus is cool, so it's a good time to catch a nap if you want so you are more rested for the game."

Alex moved down toward the middle of the bus. He pointed to the seats across the aisle while speaking to his brother, "I'm going to get a nap in for sure so I want both seats." Noting most of the other kids doing the same thing, he let out a long sigh of relief, not really noticing or caring that Keith took the seats right behind him. Once the bus pulled out of the parking area, he eyed his brother for a second, "Did they hurt you?"

Brandon shook his head, "Not like Dad hitting me or nothing. But they touched me… like down there and made me sit on their laps lots."

"Same here," Alex sighed and yawned. "He didn't let me sleep much either so I'm real tired."

"They say I can sleep in on game days, so I got lots of sleep… Um, are you sure OK? You look kind of sunburned."

Alex didn't want to get into it, so he shrugged, "Probably from the desert yesterday. I've got lots of sun lotion in my bag and will use it a lot."

"Me too, but Coach Greg put it on me before we left the house, even in places the sun shouldn't hit. I hate it here Lex. When do you think Mum will be better?

"I don't know. It sure sounds like it will be a while…. And as usual 'Hector' was right when he told you this place was bad. What is he saying about all of this now?" "He says I should try to play real good, cause the coaches will be nicer to me if I do. He also says you should too. But I don't want to."

"Brand, you have to."

"They are going to touch me and do bad things if I do or not, and I hate them! I don't wanna play good for them."

"It's not for them, Brand."

"I don't care if I win…"

"But some of the others do, and if you get treated better, then it is worth it. I don't want you to get hurt, but I can't protect you here like I did with Dad. Besides, when has hector ever pointed you in the wrong direction?"

"He doesn't. Not ever!" Brandon growled. "But even he says they will find reasons to do bad things to me no matter what I do. If they want to do something they will."

"Yeah, never really thought of it that way, but if it gets you even slightly better treatment, it's worth it. Plus it sounds like some of the others on the team will try to do little things to help if the team wins a few games. Also, Buck spent a whole lot of money on equipment for me. I want him to think it was worth it, and you are better than me. This time I need your help."

Brandon chewed on the inside of his lip for a few seconds before nodding. "OK, but only because you want me too."

Before more could be said, Coach Greg stood up and held up his phone. "Kids, all of you are fenced based on my phone now. I set it for four hundred yards from me, and I will check to make sure that is enough distance to get you to the refreshment stands and bathrooms, but I think it is what I set it at the last time we where there and it was fine. If it isn't I'll adjust the range.

"As normal for tournaments, I will give each of you ten bucks per day for refreshments. Also, I am offering the normal incentives. An out is one buck, a hit is one, a run scored is two, a run batted in is three, a home run is an additional five on top of the RBI's and the run you score. An error is minus five plus minus five for every run the bad play allows to score. Bonuses for great plays can range from one to five and a double play gets everyone involved a fiver. If you go into the hole at the end of the day you will be expected to work it off at night with someone other than who you are staying with." Greg took a deep breath, "And as always, there is a twenty spot for each and every one of you for every win and the other bonuses that will go with a win both from Steven and I and in many cases those you live with."

At this point Stephen reached through the seats and gave Brandon a nudge and a hopeful look while Keith did the same to Alex.

Greg noticed this and smiled, "Brand and Lex, it seems those on the team are hoping you are the keys to said win. However, Lex, your play time will be determined by your practice and what game time we give you. I am also going to set special rules for the two of you." Seeing several of the kids all look a little worried, Greg held up his hand. "Nothing drastic guys. But this is for the safety and wellbeing of all of you. We don't want any temptations or a slip of a tongue. Because of this, Brand and Lex are not allowed to go off together at all, even with others, nor are either of the two of you to be alone at any time. Anywhere either of you go, get a drink of water, concession stands, batting cages, even the bathroom, whatever, you need to have George, Keith, Stephen, or Scott with you. What they tell you to do, you do, no arguments. If you don't like it, too bad. Graham, I'm going to give you a little trust this time, too. You can take Brand, but not Lex. It's simply a matter of me not wanting a repeat of Pasha's shit last year.

Seeing the kids all nod, many of them with wide eyes, Greg snickered. "If they haven't toled the two of you already, I am sure they will." He then heldp up a finger, "Oh, one last thing. Living arrangemts are a bit different than what we normally have this time because we do have two new players and a last minute negotiation. Tommy, you will be staying with me this trip while Coach Steven will take Brand and Scott. I was just told before we left Keith is staying with Buck. Danny and Derek you will be with Ray and as normal, Freddie, you are with Holden. The rest of you are with your parents or guardians. Once we are done with tonight's game you will be transferred to the phones of those I just announced and the restrictions will change based on their decisions. Questions?"

Seeing everyone nod, even Alex and Brandon, he glanced down at Steven. "Anything to add, Coach?

Steven stood, "Guys, I know many of you had a long night, since you will not be home for a few days and I'm sure people wanted to spend extra time with you. So at this point let's cut back on the chatter and get some needed rest. Also, once the bus door opens, there is to be zero talk of what you deal with at home. NONE! So if you want to catch up, then do so, but do it quietly."

As the coaches sat down, and started chatting, Keith stood and looked over at Alex and Brandon, "Guys, don't worry. None of us are going to be mean, but most of us will take you anywhere at any time. It's not going to be a big deal. Also, we'll all be at your total beck and call if you can just help get us one stupid win."

Stephen nodded, "Yeah, you want what the coaches said totally reversed other than us making sure you don't do anything to get us in trouble, get us a win. You do, and you'll be able to tell us what to do any time we aren't being told what to do by them or other adults."

Chapter 34

About the same time the bus was arriving at the field for team check-in and to get an hour of practice in, Joseph put the finishing touches on his drawing of Charlie. He was dead tired, and his groin still ached from the early morning electrical shocks and being forced to cum over and over until the rubber had been all but filled. He also knew there would be no need or even want to go take the secret masturbation showers he had been doing over the last year and a half. In fact he doubted he would ever want to do one again, not after dealing with Bruce and this horrible place.

he gave the drawing one last careful look and touched up a few lines before he backed away from the easel. he steadied himself, knowing the man would find faults. He always did. He would then run his hands all over Joseph as Carl talked him through the mistakes. He would then have to change to a new piece of paper and drew what was wrong, only what was wrong, even as then man's hands roamed his body.

It was not something he was looking forward to, but he had to admit it was better than having to suck on Bruce's manhood, getting his nuts shocked, and certainly better than having to lick out his own cum from the rubber. The level of disgusting things forced on him were growing, but so far that had actually been the worst. Why he wasn't sure, since he had Bruce's dick in his mouth several times, but for some reason having to consume a rubber full of his own sperm was the newest and worst low up to this point.

He took a long drink of lemonade, even as he swore he could still taste his own sperm in his mouth several hours and two meals later. with a shudder he looked up at the clock. Bruce was supposed to pick him up in less than twenty minutes and he needed to have something good to show then man. With this in mind, Joseph took one last drink and called out, "I think I am done Mr. Brooks."

Carl moved over and stood behind the boy. He rubbed his chin for a few seconds then glanced back up to look Charlie over. "Getting better already, no question. But you are still not dealing with the feet or hands well… Hands are getting better… long ways to go on the feet though."

Seeing the boy's shoulders sag even as Joseph glanced up to the clock with a worried expression, Carl squeezed the boy's shoulders. "Tell you what, you go lick Charlie's feet and give him a thankyou cock licking while I take a few pictures, then give me a nice deep kiss while letting me play with your nuts for five minutes and I'll tell Bruce you passed. But when you come back on Monday, I will have a different subject, hopefully more than one, and we will work on nothing but his or her feet and hands. until you get them right. Also, if you really want to have me give you a passing grade, you have to ask Bruce in front of me, if you can start giving me blow jobs while you are here."

Joseph gulped and fought back a whimper. At the same time, Charlie glanced over, "Fuck, Joey, it's only a damned cock suck."

"Charlie, you are in a diaper and need to act like a toddler until I give you permission or change you. Or should I tell Eliane you weren't a good little baby boy?"

Charlie shook his head wildly and clamped his mouth tightly shut.

"Thought so," Carl snickered. "Now how about it Joey?"

Joseph gave a resigned sigh knowing the man could easly get Bruce's permission anyway, and there was nothing he could do about it. But, just like having to suck his own sperm out of a condom, having to ask if he could suck another man off was more wrong than just being forced to do it. On the other hand, if he got a passing grade, there would be no extra punishments from Bruce for failing. "OK, Mr. Brooks, I'll ask."

Carl gave Joseph's ass a hard squeeze before pushing him over to Charlie. "Lick the feet… matter of fact lick everything from the knee down on both legs. Then give his nuts and cock a good tongue job."

Joseph complied with only token disgust. He had already given Charlie a blow job and had tasted his sperm. The boy was also clean, s the feet and lower legs weren't dirty. With this done, and hearing the click and seeing at least two dozen flashes, he was talked through how to re-diaper Charlie so it was a proper diaper, and not just a prop before moving over and accepting the man's tongue in his mouth. It took a great deal of effort to keep his lips pressed up to Carl's and open as the man's hands slid down into his shorts and started rolling his nuts around and even lightly pulling on them.

He had no long how long he endured both, but as Carl finally pulled his hand out and gave Joey a hard nibble on his lower lip, Joseph saw Bruce leaning against the wall with a smirk. He lowered his head with embarrassment.

"Is that any way to greet your father, Joey?"

"No, dad. Sorry. Hi, dad."

Bruce shot the boy a smirk as he turned his attention to Carl, "so was that punishment or praise?"

"Praise, actually. He gets a passing grade today. Next time could you give him a little more rest, though? I bet he could have gotten something sellable done if he hadn't been yawning his ass off most of the afternoon."

"I'll see what I can do, but last night was his first night in the same bed as me, so yeah, he probably is a bit wiped." Bruce moved up to the drawing and over to Charlie. "Damn, Joey, that is pretty good. Even got the backdrop of the back crib cage and the overhanging baby mobile. Really shows his size. I like it."

"I want to work on a few specifics on Monday, Bruce, so there won't be much too look at next time." Carl informed the man. "Hope you don't mind."

"No, whatever he needs to build skill on. I assume other than being a bit light on sleep he was well behavied?"

"Oh, yeah. No issues this time at all. However, I think he wants to ask you something."

Bruce's eyebrows shot up as he truend to look at Joseph. "What's up, son?"

Joseph closed his eyes, "Dad, is it OK if I suck on Mr. Brook's penis next time?"

Since Joseph's eyes were closed, Bruce shot Carl a wink, "Your dad's cock not enough for you, son?"

Joseph swallowed hard and a tear slipped down his cheek, "I… I just… I want to thank him for working with me, Dad."

On the bed Charlie fought hard not to giggle at the malicious look and tone as Bruce responded, "I guess we need to make you a much better cock sucker if you are going to properly thank Carl next time. Don't you agree, son?"

Joseph fought hard to bite back sobs, "I… I… guess so, dad."

"I don't see a problem with thanking your art instructor with your mouth, son. One of these days I bet you will be able to thank him in other ways too. But, hey, since there is still an hour and a half before we pick up Sammy why don't you give your dad a good cock cleaning then you can give Carl a parting thank you, since you want see him again until Monday." Bruce didn't really give Joseph a chance to answer as he moved up to the boy hand pushed him down to his knees. "Show Carl how much you love you dad's cock, son!"

Even as Joseph undid Bruce's pants and pulled down his underwear, Bruce glanced over at Carl, "He has a bit of problem keeping down jizz, even his own, so maybe you can help him learn good swallowing techniques."

"Shouldn't be a problem. A fourteen year old with a face like Joey's is just asking to have man cock in it, so he needs to be an expert at drinking man milk."

Joseph noticeably shuddered as he was pulled by the back of his head into Bruce's crotch. The men continued to remark at how a baby-faced teen needed to be adept at taking man cock and lapping up man seed until Bruce at last pulled him back and released a stream of cum in his mouth. He fought hard not to gag and choke even as he tried to take in much needed air, but as before, he had to put his hand over his mouth just to keep it from blasting out.

"Wow," Carl commented with a shake of his head, "see what you mean. Needs lots of work." He quickly grabbed Joseph by the hair and yanked him over, "Get all that down, boy. I don't want his cock paste on my nuts, and I like them licked first!"

Shame and disgust were still very much in the forefront of Joseph's thoughts as he was pulled into Carl's groin. The man was much hairier, which only added to the nastiness, but if anything good could be said, Carl's manhood was nowhere near the weapon Bruce sported, however, the heavy hair had a strong musky odor and there was way more surrounding his nose. The next thing he found out was what a man who didn't get multiple blowjobs a day stored up inside. The sheer amount and how fast the man let lose caused some to shoot down into his airway. He pulled back choking and trying to breathe.

Carl rolled his eyes, "Got to learn the feel of the ejaculation, Joey. You took a breath at the way wrong time." He glanced over at Bruce while chuckling. "Got to love the mistakes though. Shows he is as fresh as winter snow."

"That he is," Bruce agreed while pulling up his pants. "But I really am getting tired of him not being able to handle simple swallowing."

Carl shrugged, "Hell, if you got to pick up Sammy from the bar, why not give Joey a taste of the place. It'll make keeping you and me happier way more important and you'll be able to pocket a few bucks…" Carl help up a finger, "Oh, and speaking of picking up a few bucks, that rattler drawing sold for full asking price this morning. You're boy made his first real sale."

"Nice! What did you post it at?"

"$375. Fucking Sheriff Eaton bought it when he came in with Wayne. Both of them wanted it, but Wayne didn't want to pay full price. You want his cut of the cash?"

"No, hold on to it. It's Joey's sale, but he gets no spending money until he is way better behaved, and he has a lot more to learn."

"How about I start a saving account for him?"

"Not a bad idea, thanks." Bruce grabbed Joey by the hair and yanked him to his feet, getting a yelp out of the kid. "Oh, knock it off. Give it a few months, when we get your hair longer, than you'll really have something to bellow about when I yank your hair."

Ten minutes later Bruce pulled into a parking area in back of one of the longest buildings in the town. The parking area was covered by corrugated tin, allowing the cars to stay in the shade, but it did little to help with the oppressive heat, since what little breeze there was didn't make it into the extremely large carport-like area. The one thing Joey did notice was there was more vehicles, by a very wide margin, in this area than anywhere else he had seen since his arrival in the town. Even as Bruce pulled to a stop between two very nice SUV's he glanced over. "Three pieces of advice, Joey. First, once we get through the doors in the main room, you stick real close. Second, no matter what you see, don't stare too long. Last, and by far the most important is to not complain about what others are doing or having done to them. You speak out against what is going on, you lose my protection, and believe it or not, you will be as safe as I allow you to be unless you mouth off.

"If I lose first dibs on you, because you say the wrong thing, you will not only suffer greatly inside here, but when I get you back home your life will become a living hell for weeks. Understood?"

The man's tone alone told Joseph Bruce was deadly serious. He also guessed things could get worse, but he didn't really want to find out just how bad it could get. With wide and scared eyes, he looked up, "I'll keep quiet, dad, no matter what."

"Good. Also stick close unless told by me to do something. You're both a fresh face and a cute little fucker, so temptations will be high if you stray."

Joseph stayed real close to Bruce as the man lead him into a door with a lit sign saying Eagle's Nest Bar and Grill. As the door opened, Joseph caught the smells of a burgers, fries, and onion rings. His mouth watered. He moved in past the wind strip blowing outward to keep the hot air out and found himself in a large rustic looking restaurant with a huge bar along the far wall. There were half a dozen tables on the main floor, all full and several more up wooden stairs to the left. Several people looked over and the nose level died down as Bruce guided him into the very cool air inside.

Bruce ruffled Joseph's hair even as he shook his head. As this happened, noise level quickly picked back up but several eyes stayed locked onto Joseph. He kept his hand on the boy's back as he guided him over to the bar.

The bartender, a large muscular black man with short hair and heavily curled black facial hair, glanced up at the clock, "You're a bit early, Bruce. Sammy's twenty four doesn't end for over two and a half hours."

"Yeah, Dennis, I know. But I wanted to let Joey get a chance to see the place. If Sammy is not spoken for, maybe Joey could sit with me in the observation room on a contest involving him?"

"He's been doing thirties and hours, so he'll be free in either fifteen or forty-five. I'll check and see. I got plenty of customers, so a contest will be a good draw and get you some extra cash, but is outside the limits I was told you set for him."

"Yeah, well, Joey needs to see what happens to those who don't follow rules, so I will forgo treatment as long as he isn't permanently damaged, but those are only done in Old Town, so whatever you come up with is good."

"No problem with me. Nothing like a little incentive for a new up to be well behaved and obedient," He nodded at Joseph, "May I?"

Bruce nodded, "Sure."

Dennis reached across the bar and put his hand under Joseph's chin and lifted the boy's head. "Looks tired, but those green eyes and rusty colored hair are stunning." He rubbed his thumb across the boy's lips, and pulled them to get a look at his teeth causing Joseph to cringe. A single squeeze on his chin was all it took for him to decide pulling away was not a good idea, however. Dennis ran his thump around the face a few more seconds before releasing him. "Pretty skittish still, but wise enough to get the unspoken message real fast. Definitely trainable. His skin is nice and soft and no pimples, and teeth are in awesome shape. Make sure to keep his face clean and at first sign of acne get and keep it under control. Problem I see is, it's going to be hard to keep him in this shape under this sun and heat."

"No issues there. He isn't going outside very much."

"Good to know. To many ruin their pups by letting them needlessly play outside. I've always said it's best to house train. If you're going to let him out, do it at night and keep him hydrated. New pups tend to have a hard time with taking in enough liquid."

"Thanks, but I've got it."

"Yeah, but just warning you, this isn't Sammy. Sammy was here for months before you arranged to take him in and didn't exactly come from an easy life before joining us here. This here is a pup who hasn't hardened off at all. His hands and face are soft, his eyes show more confusion than fear, and I can tell he is tired as fuck and can't really handle it yet. It would be very easy to accidently break and ruin him very quickly if you aren't careful."

Bruce put a protective arm on Joseph's shoulder. "I'm going slower than I would on most. Any chance we can get some burgers or something before I take him back?"

"Sure. It'll give me a few minutes to set up the contest. You want bitches and dogs or just dogs?"

"Dogs. Bitches just aren't my thing."

Dennis grinned, "You don't know what you're missing. Let me round up a couple more dogs." He glanced down at Joseph, "Best burgers in town. How do you like yours cooked?"

Joseph glanced over and got a nod from Bruce, so he quickly answered, "Medium well, sir. Um, can I get onion rings instead of fries?"

"You OK with him asking?"

"Yeah. Besides, I like the sound of rings as well. I'll have what he's having." Bruce snickered as he added, "He hasn't eaten anything solid since breakfast and I'm sure he wouldn't mind getting the latest taste Carl and I provided him out of his mouth."

"Not a fan of the natural proteins, yet?"

"Not at all." Bruce signed. "Carl recommended setting up a taste test for him, but…"

Dennis held up both hands, "Shit, I can get that set up in no time and he can be done before the meal comes off the grill!"

Bruce rubbed his chin for a few seconds, then nodded. Without warning he gave Joey a push toward the door at the far right of the door, "Go through there Joey; you get to do a taste test."

Joey was very worried and it showed, but there wasn't much he could do, and the look of the huge black man told him this wasn't an option. He also already guessed what was going to happen had nothing to do with tasting food. With one last nervous glance back, and getting a stern nod from Bruce, he opened the door and disappeared from view.

"Looks like he could jump clean out of the creamy white skin." Dennis snickered. "That alone will get wallets to open more. I'll take it all off of what is left on Sammy's tab. Between this and the contest, I bet you take him free and clear after this. If not, a few extra house tonight will finish the tab."

"I like the sounds of that, but I don't want a hair on Joey's head mishandled. His mouth is the only thing that has been breached at this point."

"I'll keep him under my direct supervision so it stays as taste only. He's fresh so I'll take bids and take top… what? Three?"

"Five. I want Sammy paid off, and the whole reason Sammy is here for a full twenty-four is because of Joey opened his mouth when I told him not to. This way he gets to take in enough to where the threat of coming back here for second round will probably kill off his reluctance to openly accept what I demand and it will also help his nephew out."

"Sounds good. With five and the contest I'm sure we can finish off Sammy's tab tonight." Dennis turned and looked through into the cooking area, "Two deluxe burgers one with rings. Both med well! Hold them for thirty though. One of them is doing a taste test." Dennis slid a bottle of beer over to Bruce before pointing to someone to take his spot behind the bar. He quickly moved out into the dining area and spoke to a few tables with boys sitting at them. It didn't take long to find three adults willing to take a hundred for an hour of their boys' time. None of the three boys looked even slightly happy about it, One tired to talk his way out of it, one hung his head and shuffled into the back with resignation all but written on his face, and the last one was led in the back crying.

Joseph didn't see any of this. Instead, he found himself in what appeared to be a large empty closet with a large mirror on one wall. He looked back at the door and tried the handle only to find it was locked. With growing confusion he looked into the mirror, noting just how tired he looked. He had the beginning of dark circle sunder his eyes, and even he had to admit his eyes looked a little dull. He couldn't help but wonder what he would look like in a week, a month, or even a year. Would he even be able to handle this place that long? He was seriously doubting it.

Totally unknown to Joseph, the mirror was a one way window. On the other side, several sets of eyes moved to look at him. As word spread more came over to take a look.

Dennis let word spread in the back area for almost five minutes. A boy in the viewing room was enough to tell everyone the unfortunate child would soon be available for something. The fact this was a fresh face made the interest a great deal higher. He moved up to a podium and tapped on it a couple of times to get everyone's attention. "A couple of quick announcements, folks. We have one of the newest members of our community in need of learning how to hold down man milk. This is a strictly face fuck only, no extras at all. However, it doesn't get any fresher than the face you are looking at, and you get to finish inside his mouth and hold a hand over it until he swallows. I will take the top five bids and the place in line goes by bid amount.

"Second, I am opening a seven boy contest to start in an hour. This means top six bidders for it get to be in the room and the benefits that come with. this will be exclusive, too, meaning the upper viewing room is taken by guardians of the boys so only six of you will be able to enjoy this.

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