Chapter 35

"How is she?" Miles was in the infirmary with the Doc. He was more than concerned. Besides the main fact that Louise was dear to his heart, she was also his only major ally in the power struggle against Fisher.

"She's fine for now; I think she'll recover. The bullet ricocheted but went through. I cleaned the wound as best as I could; hopefully, there are no shards left. I've given her antibiotics and morphine for the pain; there's not much more I can do, I'm not a surgeon. We'll have to leave it to nature. The bones will mend, but she might not be able to use her shoulder like before, those modern weapons do a lot of damage."

"That's true, they're designed that way. Can I see her?"

"Yes, of course, not for too long though, she needs to rest. The boy, Bob, I think his name is, is with her. Tell him he should leave with you. He'll be able to come back and see her first thing in the morning."

"Yes. They're real close, he'll want to do that."

Miles entered the dormitory, Louise was not alone, four boys and one man occupied the other beds, injured during the battle. She was the only one with a drip in her arm, and for once, she definitely showed her age. Bob, by her side, was holding her hand; it seemed he had not let go of it since she had been wounded.

"How are you, Louise? I see your faithful follower is still here. You're a lucky girl."

"You can say that again; he's a sweetheart."

"We're surrounded by great kids. They make all our efforts worthwhile." Miles caressed the boy's rosy cheek.

"And our sacrifices, that's for sure."

"Doc told me you'd recover in no time."

"Did he? Hope my old bones will prove him right. Still, I won't be able to help you for some time."

"That doesn't matter; we've both done enough for now. We've earned our rest. I think I'll take a back seat for a few days and try to enjoy life for a change."

"I can understand that; you've been working 'round the clock for days now. What about Fisher?"

"He seems to have accepted some of our views recently. Perhaps we'll be able to work with him in the end."

"He's a snake," interrupted Bob, silent until now.

"I agree with the boy. Don't lower your guard," said Louise.

"I'm pleased to see your mind's still working fine," replied Miles.

"The drugs Doc gave me are not sufficient to make me forget about Fisher."

"I'll follow your advice and keep an eye on him."

"You should do that. Haven't we heard from the Sheins yet?"

"No, nothing, the boys we sent have not shown up."

"It's been several days now."

"Yes, that worries me, but between the fire and the ferals, there could be many reasons for it to be so."

"Certainly. We should try to strengthen the ties with them, which might help us with Carl."

"I'll work on it. I've been negligent about that."

"You've been very busy."

"Thanks."

Dunn kept the visit short, as the Doc requested, "Well, Bob, I was told we should not stay too long. I think we'll have to leave now. We'll come back early tomorrow."

"I could stay here; there are enough beds," said the boy, reluctant to go.

"Louise needs to sleep."

"Miles is right, Bob; I feel my eyes closing with what Doc gave me. I'm not going anywhere and I'm in good hands. Nothing bad will happen."

"Okay, if you say so," Bob stood up and then bent down for a quick kiss on the woman's brow, careful to avoid touching her shoulder.

"You're truly a darling kid. See you soon," she said.

"Bye Louise, take care," said Miles, putting his hand on the boy's neck reassuringly and guiding him outside. The Doc was there talking with Nancy, who was leaving.

"Could I have a word with you, Dunn?"

"Of course, what is it about?"

"Do you have a CB radio in the school?"

"We might have one. Why?"

"I would like to try to contact the Okatie people to see if they've survived and find out what's happened to them."

"What do you plan to do? Your presence here is essential. We wouldn't want to see you go."

"I can understand that. I thought of telling them to come here. If you'd let me, I doubt they could find a better prospect than Saint Xavier as their new home. They're good people. They could help in many ways."

"How many are there? Our resources are limited."

"A few hundred, but they took a lot with them and could bring it here. I assure you, you're not going to lose out."

"I want to believe you, but you'll have to convince Fisher too. It will be a completely different story with him. Let me see if I can find a CB for you; I'll ask our tech boys, and then if you're able to contact them, ask them if they're interested first."

"That's great. Thanks a lot."

"You can thank me when it's done."

"Oh, something else, Nancy has been a great help here at the infirmary, the nurse, whom I haven't seen a lot of, to say the least, told us that she was not needed anymore. Could you do something?"

"I don't know what can be done about that. Personally, I find Shirley's status within the school hierarchy to be unjustified, but I'm the newcomer, so I have to compromise."

"Sorry, I'm asking for too much. I think I can manage by myself now that the crisis is over."

"I'll keep it in mind and get her reinstated if I can. Don't hesitate to ask for her if you judge she's needed. Your role here is important; you must let it be known. Keep me informed of any change in Louise's condition at any time."

"I'll do that."

As he left with Bob, Miles felt ambivalent about Doc's demands. If hundreds of people came to the school, it would certainly change the balance of power and help temper Fisher's aspirations. On the other hand, Miles wondered what effect it could have on the relationship he had developed with his boys. Would the previous codes of society return and his behavior be rejected, disavowed? Could it go even further than that? This was something he had to consider. He did not want to lose all he had gained. Suddenly he could understand some of Carl's arguments.

***

O'Malley and Cole, with the other captives, had been waiting in the dark for many hours, not knowing what would become of them. It seemed they had been forgotten and were still in the truck. There had been little talk between them or with the others. It was hot; they were all thirsty and with full bladders that no one had dared relieve.

At last, they heard people laughing outside and the rollback door lifted, the sun blinding them.

"Get out and don't try nothing! The boss is coming. Please him, or you might not see the next day."

O'Malley was slowly recovering his sight and looking around. Cole was beside him, standing as close as he could and probably terrified. He put his arm around his shoulders, holding him tight. This was one very unlucky boy, it probably was not best for him to be associated with a cop, but he needed to be comforted.

"What have we caught today? Not much, I would say."

O'Malley blinked twice. The man that had talked was big with strong arms, exuding an air of authority while trying to look relaxed. He wore army fatigue pants with an open Hawaiian shirt and a gun in a holster at his belt. A pretty blond boy accompanied him as he walked around the captives, inspecting them as if they were cattle. There were army vehicles all around and a few tents. Ten armed men were aiming guns at them.

There were seven other people being inspected, all boys, two of them teenagers.

"Boys, boys, boys, always boys. Can't we get some diversity, for God's sake!" The man paused and passed in front of O'Malley as if he had not seen him. "Who's with who? Get together to let us know how it's going to be."

After a short hesitation, three groups formed. There were two brothers, one about sixteen and the other ten, a lone teenager, and four others between nine and thirteen.

"Well, ain't you lucky! Not so long ago, you'd be dead by now, but not anymore; we're gettin' civilized again. Ain't that so, Red?

"Sure is, Roy."

"We're The Ravagers, and we're recruiting. Of course, there are some necessary requirements. Age is one and a certain lack of scruples, if you know what I mean. I'm Roy Neary; remember that name."

"Just get to the point, those who don't fit your requirements." O'Malley had no intention of letting the guy play this game. The men that surrounded them were convicts; that much was easy to tell by their looks and tattoos.

"Ah yes! I forgot. We arrested a cop. So, are you guilty or not guilty?"

"Cut the crap," said O'Malley, cutting off Roy.

"At least you got some guts. I like that. Who's the boy? Your son?"

"No, found him two days ago."

"You look close enough, holdin' each other like that. Pretty boy! You take him in your bed yet?"

"I got no liking for boys that way."

"You don't know what you're missing." Roy pushed the pretty blond boy forward. He had a black eye. "Wasn't into boys myself, but I changed with all that's happened. Took a likin' to them." His hand entered the boy's shorts, playing at the front and back. "They're sweet and soft, tight where it counts, and they're easy to come by. This one here's the best I've seen so far."

"What happened to his eye?" asked O'Malley.

"A little accident, it will be gone in no time. He's a very pretty one, too, as you can see." Roy's hands were now caressing the boy's torso, pinching his nipples. The boy tried not to show his dislike. Roy's testing had its effect: the captives were cringing and looking away, all except for the lone teenager and O'Malley.

"I've known many guys like you. I'm not impressed, even less afraid. Do you want something from us? Tell us, and let's be done with it."

"Too bad the judge and jury just found you guilty; that's a bummer for you and the kid. Competent people are not that easy to find these days."

"Let the kids go, and I may be more amenable."

"What could you offer? We already got your guns and ammo."

"You never know. Information?"

"About what? I don't think it will be enough. Red, take the boys to the enclosure with the others. Two more patrols are expected shortly; I wanna see what they've caught. Give a gun to the teen in the red shirt and explain the deal; I've a feelin' he might be interested. Put the cop and kid in the cage; I'll talk to them later."

Red was a bit jumpy, clearly fired-up as he spoke, "I got an idea for tonight, boss. You wanna talk about it? It's been some time since we had good entertainment."

"You're tempting me, but I got myself aroused with Devon; I'm gonna play with his tight little ass first. We'll talk later."

"Sure thing, boss. I'll get more time to devise something really special. Ain't every day we get ourselves a cop on the show. The guys are gonna go crazy."

"Have him watched. I don't wanna see him escape or be damaged trying. Come on, Devon, I want that ass of yours." Roy threw the boy over his shoulder, pulling off his shorts in the same movement. "You won't be needin' those for a while." They fell to the ground while he walked off in the direction of his trailer.

O'Malley did not see how he could survive the situation. If only he could do something for Cole, that's the best he could hope for. They were escorted toward the enclosure Neary had talked of. It contained about twenty people.

"What's your name, cop?" asked the man called Red.

"O'Malley."

"And the kid's?"

"Cole," answered the boy, "I'm not afraid of you."

"Ya don't say." The man lifted Cole's chin, then let one hand cup a buttock and feel his thigh.

"Good stock, good looking, you're a sports boy, I can see that. I like it. Good meat. Gives me more ideas."

Cole had not tried to avoid his touch; it was the best way to be left alone. O'Malley made no comment; he did not like the way the man had stared at Cole and knew the boy had cringed inside even if he had shown nothing. It was going from bad to worse.

"Get in the cage," said Red, gesturing towards a cage near the enclosure, reserved for special 'guests.' They were both pushed inside. "Stick the others in the enclosure as usual," he told his men. "I got business to attend to. I'll be seein' you later, cop."

"My pleasure," O'Malley replied as he sat with Cole on the ground. He had been attentive during the short trip to the cage, looking for a way out — impossible, it seemed.

Red was now talking to the lone teenager at the entrance to the enclosure; they apparently agreed on something, nodding at each other. To O'Malley's surprise, he was now giving him a revolver. Why? he wondered.

"Look! He's giving him a gun," said Cole by his side.

"Yes, Neary said something about that."

The teen entered the enclosure and was now out of sight. O'Malley had already guessed what it was all about. It was not so different from a gang initiation. The teen came out, shaken but smiling, and was greeted with approval. Two men entered, removing the body of a small boy, no more than ten years old.

"Who are those guys? Do you think they're worse than Fisher?" asked Cole.

"Don't know if they're worse, but they got more practice at it than your headmaster. That's all that's needed sometimes," answered O'Malley.

"He killed that kid in cold blood!"

"People that survived have gone through a lot; I don't think it was the first time he's killed."

"Do you think we can make it out of here?"

"I know these types of guys; I'll do my best. You've got a chance, but you might not like it. What is important is to stay alive. If you hold on to that, anything's possible. That guy Red, he found you interesting for some reason."

"You're not suggesting…?"

"I don't know. I'm just throwing ideas around."

"I know what you're thinking."

"Yes, unfortunately, you do. What we really need to do is to separate your fate from mine. If we win at that…"

"But we're together; I don't want to let you down."

"Nice of you, Cole, but we're beyond that now. My fate is sealed; there's nothing that can be done about it, sorry." O'Malley brought the boy to him, holding him tight again, noticing his misty eyes. "You must live and I'll do all I can to obtain that — no need to be too emotional about it. You're strong; you must have been to endure Fisher's treatment and escape Saint Xavier. You'll do it again if it's needed."

"So you say, but I'm not sure that Red guy is an option. He gives me the creeps."

"I'm saying it so that you're ready to seize any opportunity. It's one among others."

Roy did not lie when he said Devon would not need shorts for some time. After sending away Seal, Liz, and Jules, he spent the next hour using the boy in all and every way possible, feeding the boy's holes his seed no less than three times in that period. He would have gone for a fourth, but he wanted to have a talk with that cop before giving him to Red. The guy seemed a hard-boiled specimen; perhaps he had some valuable information after all? Anyway, talking to him would also be enjoyable, not as much as Devon's ass, but that one would be waiting for him when he came back. The boy had earned some rest after giving him so much pleasure.

"You've been great, Devon. I really dig you and I wonder why. You're a boy like any other, your holes are tight and pleasant, but they haven't got anything that different. What do you think?"

"I … I do my best."

"That's true. I know, still, you don't like it that much. I know you do it for your brother Seal. That's what I call brotherly love and dedication. That may be what I like about you, you don't let go, you know what you want, and you do everything you can to obtain it. As long as you stay on that road, your brother is safe.

"Yes, but…"

"No buts with me, Dev. You know I like to tease; that's what happened when you got that black eye. I won't touch your brother, nobody will, but I can't show how much I care about you, not in front of anyone. Get some rest now; I might want to continue later."

They had emptied the enclosure twice, but it kept filling up with new captives. It was a slow and frustrating exercise. Still, it was moderately rewarding they had been able to add a few new recruits to their number. Soon they would be able to move out and explore new territories, perhaps find the right place to settle.

The two patrols were back and more people had joined the ones already inside the enclosure. By the next morning, he would make a new selection and, with luck, find a few more recruits. The men would pick whoever they wanted to share their beds. The rest were useless and would be freed. The times of random killings were over. The cycle would then resume the next day until he judged it was time to leave this place.

"Hello again, cop, are you pleased with our accommodation?"

"Moderately so."

"You said you had information. What would that be?"

"Depends."

"Depends on what?"

"What you'd give in exchange."

"First, I would need to know what your so-called information is worth."

"We're going round in circles. What would you need to let the kid go?"

"Red seemed to see you as a team, the one much less interesting without the other."

"He also seemed to feel some attraction to the boy, complimented his looks. Perhaps there could be a compromise. Anyway, you're the boss; you're the one who has the last word? Isn't it so?"

"It is, but Red is an important cog in my organization. If I was you, I would be worried that he showed interest in the kid. He has strange tastes, and I'm surprised too; usually, he likes 'em much younger, easier to roast."

"To roast!"

"Yes, he's like that, it happens from time to time. I told him to be discreet about it; now we're gettin' somewhere. In the beginning, we all thought we were gonna die, so there are no limits."

"I see, and now you're changing."

"Yeah, we're becomin' more civilized; we gotta have rules if we want to prosper. We're also lookin' for a place to settle; we can't stay on the roads. So what proposal do you have for me?"

"I'm afraid a deal becomes impossible after what you said."

"Just as I thought, you're playin' for time. You got nothing. I hope you'll put on a good show for us. It's been some time since the last one. If you find the need to express yourself during the show, I'll see it ends faster. I don't think you have much to offer, but who knows."

"You said you wanted to be civilized, at least spare the kid."

"Not if Red wants him."

Roy was turning away about to go.

"Wait!" shouted Cole.

"What do you want," said Roy, amused.

"I know a place where you could settle. It has everything you could need."

"Really? Where would that be?"

"First, you have to make a deal."

"What kinda deal would suit you?"

"No, Cole, don't do that," O'Malley thought he had to step in. "You'll regret it."

"Better be dead?" replied the boy, determined.

"Shout it out, kid," said Neary, amused.

"If I tell you, you promise to let us go free. The two of us?"

"You ask for a lot, kid."

"It's worth it."

"I'd need more details. How'd I know you're tellin' the truth?"

"We'll take you there. If you're not happy or I lied, we'd be back to square one."

"What kinda place you talkin' about?"

"I'm a kid, but I'm not stupid. You'll know everything once we got a deal."

"There's plenty of places like that; what makes yours so different?"

"Why are you living in tents and trailers if there are so many of them? You'll know nothing more until you've said the words."

Neary stayed silent a moment, looking at the man and boy in the cage. He had nothing to lose and all to gain.

"Kid, you're a good negotiator. Fuck Red, his show, and peculiar tastes. I'll find something to compensate him with. Okay, kid, you got a deal. If what you say has real value, I'll set the both of you free as soon as we get there. Now tell me what it is."

"Can I trust you?" asked Cole.

O'Malley, beside him, looked glum; he did not like what was happening but at the same time, what choice did they have. He was certain the boy would regret his choice, later on. Still, he had given them a chance to live a little longer. He did not think Neary's word was reliable, but it was worth taking the chance.

"Trust me? Neary laughed, "In your position, you ain't got no choice. I like you guys. I like people that fight for what they want. Most just whine, complain, and plead. Hold on to that and you'll be safe as long as you fill your part of the contract. So tell me."

"It's a school."

"A school? What do I care about a school? They're everywhere, in every town."

"It's not like any other school. It's big, in a secluded place surrounded by woods and fields. It's a school for the elite. You'll find everything you need there. Food, running water, electricity, things you won't find anywhere else."

"How'd you know about it? What shape is it in now?"

"I was there. I left it only a few days ago. It was in perfect shape. It's a boy's boarding school that, and its location has saved it from most of the consequences of the flu outbreak."

"Sounds interesting, if I believe you. So, how come my men found you with a cop if it's such a wonderful place?

"It's a long story. I'd rather not talk about it."

"You'll have to; I love good stories. You'll join me for dinner, alone. The cop will stay here. Now I got to set things right with Red and find him some compensation."

Red was not very far away, talking with three of the recent captives, explaining to them what their options were if they wanted to join.

"Only three?" asked Roy.

"That are interested? Yes."

"Can I have a word with you in private?"

"Of course, boss."

"It's about the cop," said Roy when they were away from prying ears.

"Got some great ideas for him and the kid if that's what you wanna hear."

"No, Red. I made a deal with the cop, or rather the kid."

"Sporty boy, I wanna eat him."

"That's what I surmised when he told me of your interest."

"Surmised?"

"What I guessed."

"You surprise me, dealin' with a cop and a kid?"

"I reckon it's worth it."

"If you say so, y'know I always trust your judgment."

"Yeah, we work well together. I know you're disappointed, what with no show tonight and no boy meat later."

"There'll be others later. As you say, times are changin', new recruits are different, we gotta adapt."

"I promised you could keep some of your peculiar tastes and I'm gonna stay true to my word. Take any kid you want in the enclosure and do whatever you want, so long as no one knows."

"Nice of you; you had no obligation."

"Rewards are what makes the world turn. Didja talk of the show to the men?"

"No, not really, but they'll be expecting something to happen to the cop."

"I don't doubt that."

"What they give?" asked Red.

"A posh school."

"What's so special about it?"

"Truth is, I'm going by instinct. I know the kid was holding back and the cop wasn't too happy with what little he said. I reckon it's worth checking it out. We might like it … or not.

"What you gonna do with them once we get there."

"Don't know, depends. Perhaps you'll get your show and your meat…"

***

"Esteban." Burt was at a loss for words. What could he tell the boy? That he was abandoning him for the sake of the others? That he did not have the means to protect him?

"What's going on? They said you wanted to see me. What's wrong?" The boy, seeing Burt's expression and the satisfied grin on Fisher's face, had understood at once that not all was well. In fact, he had a good idea what was happening."

"I'm sorry, there's nothing I could do," said Burt, "you'll have to stay with Mister Fisher here." He was talking in hushed tones, soon imitated by the boy and sending glances to Fisher seated at his desk; the two black-clad boys had stayed by the door.

"You're giving me to him?" The boy was resigned to the fact.

"It's more like he is taking you. He never asked for permission."

"I knew it was coming; I should've told you."

"You knew? How?"

"It's the way he looked at me. I could tell. We could have left the school. I suppose it's too late now."

"It is. For now, I don't see a way out. You know I love you; it's not only the sex. I'll do everything I can to get you back. You can be sure of that."

"I love you too. You're the best guy I know. You've never hurt or forced any of us."

"Hold out; with luck, it will be for a short while only."

Esteban was not so sure of that; the headmaster had his eyes fixed on him. One hand was on his crotch; it was easy to guess what it was doing there.

"Don't worry; I'll manage. I'm used to it. I've been doing it since I was seven."

"You can't imagine how bad I feel about it."

"Don't worry; I'm good at it. He'll soon fall in love with me, just like you did. Then he'll do anything I want."

Burt smiled and kissed him gently on the lips.

"I'll think of you."

"I'm sure you will. I'm the best in bed, way better than Ethan or Raoul."

Carl chose this moment to interrupt them.

"Well, Burt, Are you done with your goodbyes? I've got an urge, if you know what I mean."

"So I see. I'll go."

"Yes, do that and don't forget what we agreed on. Let me tell you; this is the best deal of your life. You don't know it yet, but you will. There is nothing to regret."

Carl signaled one of the boys by the door who came to him. He spoke in his ear.

"Tell Harvey to have someone check on Mister Algood at all times and note what he does and who he talks to. Tell Max that I count on him to have all the weapons in the armory before dinner and not only those of the refugees, except your brigade, or Greg and his friends, of course."

"What about the warriors?" replied the boy, his face covered with acne.

How disgusting, thought Carl.

"Dunn's boys? Well, if it can be done, but I don't want an incident." He continued in a normal voice. "Now go, all of you. I need to have a talk with Esteban here, a very agreeable talk."

Once alone, Carl pushed back his seat, still looking at the delicious boy.

"I've wanted you since the first time I saw you. Why don't you come closer and take off those clothes, what little of them there are? Let me see you naked. Would you mind if I fucked you on the desk, or perhaps you'd prefer the couch? Lube or no lube? I've been told you were kind of a pro; I suppose you've known a lot of men already."

"Yes, I have. How do you want to do it?"

"You tell me. What would you like?"

"Depends. Do you want me to play the slut or the virgin?"

"That's an interesting question. Both have their benefits. Logically since it is our first time, you should play the virgin, or perhaps a virgin slut. Carl chuckled and smiled at his joke."

"Works for me. Catch me then."

"Sorry?"

"I'm the virgin; you must catch me, tear off my clothes, force me, rape me!"

"Oh, you like to play; I love it. No lube either, I suppose." Carl's eyes were sparkling in anticipation. "You're the real gem I needed. Oh, the fun we'll have together!" Carl was standing, ready to jump the boy.

Esteban did not plan on letting himself be caught that easily and Carl was breathing hard by the time he was able to corner him.

"You're mine now!" he exclaimed victoriously as he took hold of the boy.

Esteban was a good actor and he knew when to resist or surrender. Now was the time to let himself be subdued. He tried a few dodging moves without conviction before Carl locked his arms around his slim torso and carried him to the desk to lay him there on his back.

"Stay put, don't move," said the man with authority, fully in the game. "Let me have a good look at you, pretty one."

Playing along, Esteban took on a panicked expression as Carl eagerly ripped off the tee shirt and shorts from his body.

"Lovely, absolutely lovely, not a flaw in sight," Carl was saying, as his hands roamed everywhere on the satiny and golden skin, stopping a moment to have a feel of the small genitals, stimulate the rosy nipples, and trace with a finger his generous lips. "Let's see the other side now." Ruthlessly, he turned the boy on his stomach. "Yes, indisputably the best part, the one that caught my attention at once. Those glorious globes definitely fill my hands with delight and what's hidden between them?"

Carl had big hands, each seizing one cheek of the boy's buttocks, kneading them with force, pulling them apart.

"Please, no!" said Esteban in a pleading voice.

"Silence, here I come," said Carl, pulling out his imposing member to rest it in the warm crack where the boy's fuckhole lay hidden."

Opening a drawer, he took out a tube of KY, generously coating his member with it.

"Not for you, boy, but I'll last longer that way. Already took my Viagra pill. You're about to get the ride of a lifetime! We'll see if you're the pro you pretend to be."

Keeping in character, there were no preliminaries. With one hand on Esteban's lower back to fix him in place, he pushed apart the boy's firm cheeks with the other to find his target.

"Nice pucker you've got, kid. I feared it would be damaged with all the men you've known," he commented before pressing forward and forcefully entering the tiny opening. "Oh God, yes, you're still tight and so good, as I like it! Let's get to business and have a better taste of you."

Fully impaled on the man's cock, Esteban felt his head pulled up by the hair and to the side. He grimaced as Carl planted his mouth on his own and forced it open with his tongue as he started pounding the boy's ass. After a short while, huffing and puffing, Carl Fisher was in heaven. The angel under him was the perfect vessel for all his desires.

"You're definitely the best boy; you'll be number one in my bed from now on, morning, noon and evening, not counting the nights!" exclaimed Carl with enthusiasm.

"You've seen nothing yet," said Esteban, "let me show you some more."

With extreme sensuality and lasciviousness, the boy started to undulate his young body, his sphincter muscles holding, massaging, and moving along Carl's vibrant pole.

"God, you're way better than Riichi. How do you do that? Ivor would have paid a fortune to have a go at you. Talk of missed opportunities! Burt never knew what he had in his hands. No surprise he ended up preferring boys. Turn around; I want to see your face while I fuck you."

"It's taken years of practice," said Esteban, now facing the man. He had shifted position without letting Carl's member slip out of his sphincter's grip.

"I can believe that; I'm curious to see if you kiss as well as you use and move your ass and body." Sweat made rivulets down Carl's face and drenched his shirt, but he did not care.

Carl was now entranced by Esteban's slutty face and manners, devouring everything that was within reach of his mouth before finishing with his tongue in the lubricious, open boy's cavity. Meanwhile, his hands, locked behind the child's head, were lost in the lustrous jet-black hair.

Carl erupted three times in the next hour before, still exhilarated, he ran out of time.

"What a ride, my precious. I would have loved to stay with you for the remainder of the day and night, but I have work to attend to. I'll take you to your new residence where you'll meet my other catamites. You'll wait there for my return. This night it will only be you and me, comfy in my bed and with the luxury of air conditioning. I might skip dessert to be with you earlier. Come with me."

Having no need for the ripped clothes that were left where they had fallen, he guided the naked boy to the door with a firm hand on his neck. Leaving the administration building, he headed at a brisk pace towards Eagle House. Halfway there, he was pleased to see the removal of the feral corpses was already underway, carried out mostly by refugees, in accordance with his instructions. As soon as they reached the dormitory, he hurried up the stairs to his apartment, his hand still on Esteban's neck, exerting constant pressure. The boy had shown no sign of rebellion, he had even been proactive during the sex in exciting and unexpected ways, but Carl did not trust this behavior yet and wanted to make it clear that from that moment, the boy was his property.

"See. This is your new home, where you'll keep me company and use your talents. He opened the locked door of the whorehouse. "Here is where you'll wait for me when I'm away. You should get acquainted with your new friends. I'll be back shortly." He left Esteban on one of the ten beds, four of which were already occupied."

All of Carl's catamites were back there except for Enrico, who could still enjoy some freedom. Without another word, Carl was gone, careful to lock the door behind him.

***

Arthur could finally enjoy a moment of quiet after the eventful day. It was only natural for him to want to spend them with Nancy. At the infirmary, Shirley told him that Nancy was not needed there anymore. Her tone made it clear that no further questions would be answered. He searched the mostly empty dormitories of the first floor, asking around, and learned that most of the refugees were now helping to get rid of the numerous feral corpses in front of the Administration building. As he came outside, he saw her right away, dragging a corpse with some difficulty.

"This is not a job for you," he told her. "Why did you leave the infirmary?"

"I wasn't given a choice. The nurse made it clear that I did not have the qualifications."

"I never liked her. In my opinion, you did a much better job these last days than she ever did."

"Well said, but there's nothing I can do about it. Doc said he would try. Anyway, we can't leave all these bodies lying around, they could bring diseases, and they were human beings before becoming ferals. There are even children among them, mostly girls and a few boys; it's so sad."

"I'd prefer not to think of that. We killed so many." Arthur was looking at the sea of bodies all around them.

"Yes, it's tragic, but you had no choice."

"It will take days. I've got some free time; let me help you."

"That's kind of you. We have to take them to the truck over there. You'll need gloves; they're at the bottom of the stairs."

For the next half hour, they worked happily together despite their gruesome task under the blazing late afternoon sun. That's when Nancy saw Carl Fisher leave the building heading towards Eagle House, a naked Esteban walking by his side and a satisfied grin on his face.

"What's going on? Did you see?" she called to Arthur.

"Yes, it's Fisher with a boy. Esteban, one of Burt's boys, I think."

"Yes, but … he's naked! What's he doing with him? Where's he going?"

Though Arthur had some of the answers to those questions, this behavior was unprecedented. Except for the orgiastic barbecue some weeks before, things had never been quite so blatant. He was particularly surprised that Fisher was so brazen in front of the new arrivals.

"It's a long story; you might not like it."

"Tell me."

"Are you sure you want to hear it?"

"Of course, come on. I've certainly heard worse before."

"Alright, anyway, it would not have been long before you realized what was going on."

"Stop all that mystery, tell me."

"You see, since the flu, Fisher and Dunn have been ruling the school."

"That's nothing new; everybody knows that."

"How shall I put it? … They like boys if you know what I mean. They used their clout, mostly Fisher, to make it the rule here. No, that's not the right way to put it, to make it the norm. Fisher was very clever. Most of the older boys have adopted it and been paired with younger boys. Hormones helped to do the rest, I believe."

"They're having sex with children? You mean Fisher took the boy to do … things with him."

"That's probable, yes."

"How can that be? With the knowledge of everybody in the school?"

"Yes, I couldn't believe it at first myself. That's exactly what's been going on for quite some time now."

"We must stop it! They're pedophiles! We must save that boy and all the others!"

"No way, it will never happen, there's not enough of us to do that and most of them are too afraid to even say anything."

"That's impossible; they've all become crazy."

"I understand it can appear so, but this is a boy's school. It seems boys don't reason that way. Fisher offered them free sex and many jumped at it."

"To the detriment of the younger kids. Can't they see that?"

"I guess not."

"Won't you do something for that poor child? We're talking of rape!"

"I would like to, but what can I do by myself." Arthur only now noticed the black-clad guys from Shirley's brigade; he could see five; spread all over the place, armed and watching the proceedings when they should have been at work themselves. There was something definitely wrong.

"You still have your weapon. They took ours away; now I know why. That pervert wanted to get them all back in the armory. I hate the idea of using guns but in this situation…"

"Not so fast; there's nothing we can do. Eagle House is enemy territory, and there's enmity between Fisher and Dunn."

"You told me they were the same."

"Not at all, it's not that simple. I told you it was a long story."

"You'll need to explain a few more things then. We must put a stop to it. We cannot let it go on like that."

"The only one we can talk to is Dunn, but he likes boys too; by now he has three or four for himself. Still, he's a good guy and without him, I think Saint Xavier would be no more."

"How can you talk of him as good? He's a criminal, a rapist. Think of those poor boys."

"I thought that way too. I had even decided to leave this place because of it, but what I saw changed my mind. I still think what they're doing is bad; no question about it, it's disgusting to me. I could never live that way. Still, speaking of Dunn, he cares about the boys, I think he truly loves them and they love him in return. They don't appear in the least traumatized by what they've been doing with him."

"How can you say that?"

"I lived with them, fought with them; we've gotten quite close in the last weeks. I would have seen it. I don't like it, but they look fine. Those matters are not black or white; it is more complex than that."

"I can't believe you. Why are you trying to excuse Dunn?"

"I'm not excusing anyone; I'm stating facts. For Fisher it's an entirely different story."

"Perhaps those boys are not conscious of the trauma yet; we're all confused after all we've been through. If we can't change things here, we must take them away. As many of them as we can."

"Where to? This is the safest place we have."

"For you, maybe, but not for them."

"They'll never want to leave; it's their school; they fought for it. Most of them don't see this situation as we do. I tell you, they love the guy. I think nature hates a vacuum: when there are no girls, boys take their place.

"That's terrible to say such things."

"But again, that's what the facts tell me. That boy Esteban was with a man called Burt Algood; he has a whole bunch of them with him. I'm pretty sure the same thing was going on."

"I see who you're talking of."

"There's no way out of it; that's the harsh reality. The only thing we can do for now is to support the lesser of two evils."

"I don't know if I can do that. When I think of the little ones … we must protect them at all cost. They haven't all been corrupted yet."

Arthur did not think they could achieve much alone and had no idea who he could ask to join their side. Even Walt was spending his nights with Bob and Chad, Louise was in the infirmary. He had to find a diversion for Nancy until she could accept the compromise, as he had done himself. He had one ready.

"One thing we could do is try to find out what happened to Chandler," he told her.

"Who?"

"A boy I was meant to watch over. He was being harassed by Tools and asked Dunn for help."

"Harassed, in what sense?"

"Just one more example of what I told you about Dunn, Fisher, and Algood. Tools teaches literature, you cannot find a teacher more dedicated and loved by his students, yet he obviously succumbed to the boy's charm."

"How did Dunn react? He was not the best person to ask for help."

"You're mistaken; Dunn did not take advantage and put the boy in his bed. On the contrary, he told Furston and me to hide him at Bear House until he could find a solution. With the fire and ferals, we both had too many things to take care of. So I sent him to Dunn, in the command center, while that was going on. I should have taken him there myself. He's disappeared since. No one looked for him until the crisis was over. Each of us thought he was with the other."

"Perhaps he ran away?"

"Just when the fire was approaching? That would have been suicidal."

"In his situation, he might have thought it was the only option."

"No, I don't think so. He's a smart kid. Something happened to him."

"Perhaps he went to Dunn and that man tried something…"

"Out of the question. You saw how he deals with people, with the kids; you've had plenty of occasions to witness it; Dunn isn't like that. More to the point, he was also busy at the command center and far from alone."

"Then he was scared by something or someone on his way there and he went somewhere else to hide."

"That's plausible. Perhaps he saw Tools or Tools saw him, fled, and tried to hide? There were also ferals testing our defenses. One of them could have attacked him."

"That's two possibilities."

"I would say it was Tools, that's more probable, but someone would have seen or heard something. Chandler would have put up a fight and called for help, but I can't see Tools hurting a boy; he's not like that.

"I'm afraid you're too trusting. Dunn, now Tools. You don't think people can be bad and harm others."

"Oh, I know they can! Fisher and Greg, in particular, are bad guys; I don't trust them at all."

"Let's suppose it was Tools. What could have happened?"

"Hopefully, he didn't go too far."

"You said he was harmless."

"That's what everyone would say. Wait a minute, I should have thought of it earlier. Tools was AWOL during the attack and reappeared in the Teacher's House, said he had been trapped by the ferals but never explained what he was doing there."

"Do you think that's where Chandler is?"

"That's worth having a look. We can try his apartment."

"Great idea. Can I go with you?"

"No one will dare stop me from taking you," affirmed Arthur, glancing at the black-clad sentinels.

***

Sasha Bronsky was another witness to Esteban's fate. Socializing with Burt's bunch, he was as surprised as everyone else in the group when the headmaster asked for Algood — and worried when two of Shirley's brigade had later come to fetch Esteban. After his past traumas, he seemed to have developed a sixth sense and knew when something was wrong. Alarm bells were ringing, so he discreetly followed the three of them. It did not feel right and he wanted confirmation of his hunch. The office they entered bore the name Carl Fisher on the door. Curious, he put his ear against the wooden panel, listening to what was being said.

It was not too easy to follow the conversation, but he was a smart boy and knew how to put two and two together, and as Burt got ready to leave, he hastily hid. It was evident that from the expression on Bert's face that he was not pleased.

The boy had already confronted the evil of the two cousins, Harold and Nate. He was marked for life by what they did to Vicky and what they tried to do to him. Still, he had a gut feeling they were rank amateurs compared to Fisher. For Sasha, that man now had all the hallmarks of a monster.

He had to warn Doc: but would he believe him with no proof? Just snippets of a conversation and his own conviction? Could he ask Burt to confirm his story? Even if he was clearly displeased and Fischer forced him to accept the deal he had not rebelled, perhaps he had more to lose than to gain. What was going to happen to Esteban? Sasha needed more evidence to corroborate his suspicions and perhaps allies. He feared he had only a short time before the trap closed around them.

***

Miles felt drained; after leaving the infirmary, all he could think of was to lie down and sleep. Taking the direction of Bear House, he noticed the boys from Shirley's brigade and the others at work. It seemed the cleaning of this area was going at a good pace and he did not give it a second thought. Carl wanted the school to return to normal as soon as possible, which was a good thing and, for once, not Miles' responsibility. As he walked slowly across the school grounds looking at all the dead bodies everywhere, he was less optimistic for a rapid and satisfying end to the cleaning process. Fortunately, running towards him was Matthew, with Sven and Brett following closely behind, lifting his spirits at once.

"Bob told us you left the infirmary and were going to Bear House," said Mathew, out of breath, "Why didn't you call for us?"

"Sorry, but right now, all I can think of is a shower and a nap. Seems I'm getting old and don't have your energy or capacity to recuperate as fast as before."

"We could all do with a shower," said Sven, "We were asked to leave our weapons at the armory, but I told the warriors to keep them and wait for your orders. We were also told to help rid the school of dead ferals."

"You've done enough for today, I think. Let the others take care of that. As for the guns, you're right, Sven, better that we keep them for now." Miles wanted to be able to forget about all those problems for the moment, but thanks to Sven, he understood it would not be for long. He wondered if keeping the weapons was for an eventual skirmish with the ferals, they were gone, but it was still possible that small groups were around or because of the black-clad figures from Shirley's brigade that he had seen. Hopefully, Carl had really changed and would not challenge him anymore, but better safe than sorry, as Louise would have said. As much as he wanted to, he would not lower his guard.

Matthew took his hand, like a much younger child. Or perhaps not? He kept forgetting how young those boys really were. They had shown stamina, courage and responsibility, way beyond their years, but at heart, they were still kids with the need for affection, reassurance, and guidance. He was lucky to have their trust and love, but he also had an obligation to meet their expectations.

Not to let the other two think they were less appreciated, Miles let his arm rest on Brett's shoulder with Sven between them and close to him. Sven was the oldest but only by a few months and he would never have taken Miles' hand as Matthew just did. Sven was certainly the most mature of the three and the one that had initiated their sexual relationship, much to Miles' surprise and delight. Miles was not certain that he could categorize Brett or Mathew in the same way. For Brett, Miles clearly orchestrated everything. Thanks to a misunderstanding, the boy clearly liked the sex and relationship, but it was more of a game for him. For Matthew, it was more complex; Miles did not know if he was doing it to please him; to do like the others, out of fear of losing Miles' affection, or out of an authentic attraction and desire; probably it was a mix of all three.

Whatever, Miles had gone beyond the point of questioning all of it or feeling guilt or remorse.

"What about Anthony? He didn't want to come?" asked Miles as they arrived at Bear house.

"He went to find Mikey; those two are always together lately," said Sven, matter of fact.

"That's true." Miles was looking at the devastation caused by the ferals when they invaded Bear House; it was the first time he had seen it. It was rather superficial, but there was still a lot of work to do. He was welcomed as a hero by the few boys there, mainly the younger ones. He pinched a few cheeks, caressed a few heads as they went through the corridor and up the stairs. The second floor was, by contrast, almost intact. A quick glance at their room confirmed everything was in place before proceeding to the changing room.

Miles undressed in silence with the boys. It was the umpteenth time that Matthew would share a shower with them all, but now that they were intimate, Miles was curious to see how it was going to influence his behavior. Surrounded by the three of them, he was not feeling as wasted as before and beginning to become noticeably aroused. Would the boys be in the mood for such a thing? Would Matthew be willing to share his love with the others? Was it wise to force the pace and risk a clash with him in such circumstances?" His three little blond lovers did not need much time to shed the few clothes they wore and were now naked. They all looked equally beautiful in his eyes and he judged them perfect.

"You've got a boner," said Brett.

"How could it be otherwise, surrounded by the three of you? Only fifteen minutes ago, all I could think of was to lie down and sleep! You're little devils."

"Or you're a horny guy," replied Brett, his hand playing with his cocklet. He seemed the most at ease with this situation; Sven was more reserved. He was very conscious of Miles' special relationship with Matthew, sending glances to the younger boy. The good soul that he was, knew they were perhaps treading on dangerous ground.

"To the showers, boys, we'll see what comes up later."

For now, Matthew did not show any sign of unease. Miles prayed that it would stay that way. If anything happened in the showers or later in the bed where the boys were certain to follow him, he would proceed with care and tact, let the boys take the initiative and calm things down if he felt any reticence from Matthew. He was confident that within a short time, he would find the right balance. Who could have imagined that one day he would face the hassle of too many boys?

The cold water was the best way to cool their ardor, but it did not last. Mathew was sharing his shower stall, Sven and Brett doing the same in the next one, all generously soaping each other. Soon their exchanges evolved, starting with the two boys. Brett took the initiative with Sven, responding by showing much interest in the boy's plump bottom: exploring it first with his hands and later finding the perfect spot to rub his slender, erect cock, between the butt cheeks, certainly in preparation for deeper exploration.

Matthew, who obviously had noticed what was taking place in the next stall, had his own cocklet erect while Miles's large hands washed him, wiping away the dust and sweat of the day. Contrary to the man's fear, he seemed quite at ease and shamelessly showed his excitement as he was rubbing himself against the man's large and solid frame.

There was no stopping them and Miles had no intention of doing so.

As Sven's soapy prick slipped into Brett's tight pucker without effort, Matthew's hands were at work on Miles' imposing erection. Soon he added his mouth and agile tongue to the task.

"Wait a minute, boys," said Miles, hearing young voices coming closer," I think it would be better we had some privacy; let's continue this inside our room where the bed will comfortably accommodate all of us." His proposition was accepted and in a few minutes, after rinsing the soap off their nimble bodies, they left just as some boys entered to take a shower. No one was shocked; on the contrary, some of the newcomers got a clear idea of how they could spend their time together.

Still wet and dripping, Miles and the boys jumped onto the bed; it was hot in all senses of the word.

Sven did not wait to take hold of Brett and get in position while Matthew presented Miles' hard member to his greedy mouth. The man, for a time, simply laid down and watched the three enthusiastic boys perform acts that were considered improper and horrendous only a few months before. Against all odds, it was not a dream but the wonderful reality of Miles' new life. A reality he still had some difficulty believing in.

"Not so fast, Matthew, take your time and catch your breath," he said, bringing the boy to him for a lingering kiss.

"Do you want me?" asked the boy, capturing the man's shaft between his smooth thighs and looking at Sven, whose rapid thrusts seemed to delight Brett.

"Of course, you have a lovely and very welcoming behind, but it will require preparation. You're not as practiced as Sven yet. It's the same for Brett; it will take some time for the two of you to get used to my big tool."

"You can have Sven if you want. I won't mind," said Matthew, blushing and looking down.

"I could, certainly. Would you feel bad about it?"

"I told you, I don't think so. Anyway, I can't have you all to myself."

"Is it what you would like?"

"I can't say no to that, and I'm sure it's the same for the others."

"You think so?"

"Yes, when you love someone, you want him to love you and nobody else."

"But you know it cannot be like that with me."

"I can accept it. It is not that terrible and I'm lucky that I like them too. Still, it's you that I truly love. Is it the same for you?"

"I love you all in different ways."

"But, do you have a favorite?"

"You're all my favorites."

"Isn't that answer avoiding the question?" interrupted Sven, who had reached a climax and was now listening to them.

"Maybe, but it's still the truth," said Miles, "You're all different and I love you all in different but equal ways."

"What about the sex?" asked Brett.

"Sex is important but not essential. I hope I would not love you any less if there was no sex between us."

"I don't believe that," said Sven.

"Honestly, you may be right," Miles answered with a nod of his head, raised eyebrows, and a smile, before continuing, "Sex amplifies the feelings that we have for each other and fulfills a need, or rather a craving that adults have."

The boys were quiet, thinking in retrospect about their own experiences with sex, all quite recent, probably somewhat different and how they compared to adults, as Miles just told them.

It was young Matthew, who had listened intently, who spoke up first; he was at an age where adult things sometimes bewildered him, "I never really thought about sex before Bob and I saw two boys in the barn doing it."

Brett was eager to share his thoughts and quickly concurred with Matthew, "Same here, most of it I learned with you; I've never really been interested in girls before, or boys to tell the truth. Girls are yuck! I'm still not really interested in them now."

Sven, waiting for a chance to speak, broke in with his own thoughts, "It was different for me. I was horny and wanted to have sex all the time. I jerked off as often as possible. Otherwise, I could never have gathered up the courage to approach you for sex. That's probably because I'm the oldest."

"You're at that age," replied Miles.

Brett, eager to share again, blurted out, "But now that you showed me, I'm quite horny too. I've done it with Sven a few times. It's a great feeling for sure. Do you think I should try it with a girl?"

"That's up to you; for me, there are no fixed rules." Miles gently twirled Matthew's golden curls as he spoke softly, "Sex can be an occasion to feel good, get some pleasure, and nothing more, but it is so much better when you love the boy in your arms. I believe this is what everyone strives for." He finished, letting his other hand caress Sven and Brett."

The quiet excitement was palpable among them, as the need to sleep and Miles' tiredness had gone away. For the first time in days, if not weeks, he thought he could forget everything but these three boys, focusing only on the pleasure and love they would share now and later.

Chapter 36

As soon as Bob left Louise's side, he went to find Walt. The stress of the previous days had taken its toll and he needed to seek out someone who would comfort him and hold him in his arms. He checked the roof and that fateful corridor first, but Walt was not there. Going down the stairs, he asked around, but no one knew where he was. He went out the front door where the cleaning process was underway and saw that the area in front of the administration building was slowly returning to normal. The feral bodies were gone, but there remained the Bradleys' tracks and the bloody stains on the grass mixed with undetermined human debris, which did not bare thinking about. Flies were becoming a problem.

"Have you seen Walt?" he asked one of the black clad boys that were supervising the refugees at work.

"Why do you ask?" was the answer.

"None of your business," said Bob, none too pleased with the tone of the teen.

"Then I don't see why I should tell you." Now there was clear hostility.

Bob stifled his anger, the boy was two heads smaller than the teen, and two other boys from Shirley's brigade were now looking their way and coming closer. He was certainly in no shape to face them all and was disconcerted by this attitude. What's going on? he wondered.

Turning his back on them, he concentrated on finding Walt. Did he go back to Bear House? Bob could see toward the gate numerous people carrying bodies and putting them in trucks. Squinting with one hand over his eyes, to shade them from the setting sun, he saw a tall figure standing above all the others. It could be no other than Walt and he hurried to join him.

"Walt, what are you doing?" he asked the tall young man.

"Helping as usual. You've seen all those dead bodies. We have to do something about it. How is Louise?" he added, seeing the pinched face of the boy and opening his arms for him.

"I don't really know, the doc said she would be fine but perhaps he said that to reassure me?"

Walt held him tight; it was the first time he saw him like that, gone was the boy he knew, determined and full of energy.

"Guys, seems I have an emergency. I'll leave you for now," he announced, not caring what the others thought. His priority from now on would always be the boy in his arms. "Come Bob, I think we need some time together. We haven't had any lately. We'll catch up on it. What do you say?"

"Seems perfect to me," answered the boy, grasping the teen's arm draped around his shoulders, as they walked away.

"Do you want me to talk with Doc, we could see Louise also. Something I should have done myself before anything else," suggested Walt.

"Doc said she needed to rest. No visits until tomorrow."

"Sounds reasonable. We're all exhausted after what we went through. What would you say if we went back to lie down and cuddled together until dinner?"

"That would be great," replied Bob, a faint smile reappearing on his face.

"Let's do that, then. There's nothing I want more at the moment."

Glancing at the black clad figures who looked like birds of ill omen, they walked in silence, looking at the devastation all around them. There were the traces left by the fire and those due to the fight with the ferals. Bodies were still lying everywhere as they went around the administration building, attracting flies and beginning to emit a disagreeable odor. They did not recognize the school they had known and they did not like that feeling, so they stepped up their pace to get to Bear House as fast as possible.

"What can we do with all those bodies?" asked Bob, taken by the enormity of the task ahead.

"First priority is to clear the school grounds; it should take us a day or two. After that, we'll start working on those outside the perimeter."

"Yes. But what will you do with the bodies themselves?"

"There's a wide and large ravine two miles from here with a steep incline but still accessible for the trucks. That's where we'll dump them. What is convenient is that we will be able to back the trucks close to it and use the incline to let the bodies fall off and down. It will save us a lot of nasty work. After that…" Walt hesitated, should he give more details to such a nauseating task, "we could burn them or bury them."

"Let's burn them," said Bob with determination.

"It will be for Dunn and Fisher to decide. We would need the combustible and earthmoving machinery to achieve that. Perhaps we could simply leave them be."

"You could use lime. I read it could be used for that."

"Why not, that's an idea, certainly, just have to find it, but perhaps we should talk about something else, something more pleasant?"

"Difficult to do that when you look around."

"Let's hurry to Bear House then and let's have a shower together to wash it all away."

"Agreed!"

"There could be more if you're in the mood," added Walt, bending to kiss the younger boy's lips.

"I thought you said you just wanted to cuddle?" said Bob, his hand cupping the teen's big bulge, "You're so big, I still wonder how you can manage to put it in me."

"It's long but not that thick, lucky boy. I would hate to hurt you."

"Never, I love to feel you inside. Forget the shower; let's see who the first one in the bed is!" Bob took off at a run followed closely by Walt.

There were two witnesses to this scene.

One was 12-year-old Alex Masseria who, not long before, had seen Miles and his boys walking along the same path, showing the same affection that he yearned for and feared he would never know. He was still ambivalent on the role he should play in the tug of war that shook the school. He was attracted to Miles; one of the few father figures left, but also harbored feelings of jealousy towards the boys that shared his life. He did not doubt that sex was part of their relationship but there was more to it. You could see it when you watched them together as he had just done, which was the other thing that he sought and feared he would never get. His great mistake had been the club. For Dunn he probably was nothing more than a fuck toy like he had been for Fisher and many others: an easy convenience in the absence of a better outlet.

Alex had to find a way to change that or go back to the club. The question was, How?

While Alex tried to devise a working ploy, someone was watching him with great attention and evaluating his own chances. He could grab and silence the boy easily, although it would be more difficult to leave the school with his prize unnoticed. The ferals' bodies spread everywhere had been a perfect cover for him. By lying down and playing dead when necessary he could move around the grounds wherever he wanted and what Ivor had come to get was one of those smooth and lithesome boys that he desired so much.

The frustration of defeat had enraged Ivor. Returning to the fleeing ferals, he had grabbed and fucked one of the few remaining boys in the horde. It had not been as satisfying as he hoped. The child was scared, smelt bad, and emitted incomprehensible little cries as Ivor's member furiously plowed him. Once released, the child stood up, oblivious of the mixed cum and blood trickling down his thighs. The boy was taken back to the horde, as Ivor returned to Saint Xavier.

At first, all he thought of was to rush in, catch a boy, and do with him all he desired. By the time he got to the school, there were people everywhere, many armed, and he changed his plans. His brain was chaotic. Still, he was able to use it and find a way to get close without too much danger. Cautiously, he moved from place to place trying to find the safest spot to pounce from. Even so, it was hard to resist his instincts when a boy came close, as he lay among the many dead bodies, clutching his knife and waiting for the right moment to strike.

Walt and Bob had walked by Ivor not suspecting that he was only a few feet from them with a knife in hand, ready to jump at them, intending to kill the teen and knock the boy unconscious. They sprinted away mere seconds before the man raised himself from the ground to attack them.

Alex was not that lucky and never knew what hit him. Ivor had pushed him forcefully to the ground and with a hand over his mouth, and the knife in his face, silenced him.

"Shussh," was the strange sound that came from the feral as the stench of his aggressor hit the boy. Alex froze, which saved him from being knocked out, while Ivor looked all around making sure the attack had gone unnoticed.

"Shussh," Ivor repeated, taking his hand away and examining his quarry with a satisfied smirk while rubbing his erect member against the boy's soft thigh. He was perfect, the lean and pretty boy the man craved for. All he wanted was to possess him here and now, but at the moment, he was content to simply keep on rubbing, kissing, and kneading the child's young flesh.

Alex wanted to shout, call for help, but his eyes were transfixed on the knife, and no sound would leave his throat. He was terrified, and paralyzed with fear.

It did not take long for Ivor to orgasm and recover his senses. Being smarter than the usual feral, he sought to camouflage his prey among the corpses. Ripping off the boy's tee shirt and shorts, he spread dirt and blood from the corpses all over the boy's smooth skin. The camouflage worked. Carrying the boy, he warily moved from place to place until they were far enough from the school that he could finally enjoy his prey.

***

Carl was feeling triumphant. The ferals had been defeated, Louise was out of the picture, and it would remain so for some time. His schemes were about to come to fruition and all his dreams were about to become a reality.

Esteban was everything he had hoped for and more. What a wonderful boy he was, all the others paled in comparison and he had seen a lot in his lifetime. It was not only his perfect physique that Carl appreciated, it was also the knowledgeable way he used his charms. He loved sex like no other; likewise, he had an excellent technique. His little game of acting as the rape victim had been enticing and exciting. God was he good!

Carl would keep the other boys for diversity but thought that Esteban alone would be enough to satisfy him for some time. It was quite a compliment. It seemed Enrico had met his match and was becoming redundant. He would sleep in the whorehouse from now on. For a time, Carl thought Greg would have the boy when he got tired of him but now he had found something better to offer his protégé. Whom else could he give him to? Carl would want to gain something in return. Too bad Max did not like boys. There was Tools; it might take his mind away from Chandler. No, that would not work: the man was obsessed. Why not give him to Burt as compensation? The man could become an important tool in the management of the refugees. That was a possibility; however, Burt already had quite a number of boys at his disposal, so it was unlikely to carry any weight with him. Give the boy to Harvey? Why not? Or more generally to Shirley's brigade? No, he could not do that, he still liked the cute Latino boy and there was his brother to consider. The right use of the boy would come up in due time certainly, he finally decided.

From what he could surmise, Louise's health was not as bad as he wished; nevertheless, she should be bedridden for some time. Now was the time to seize power and establish his rule. The refugees were at work, the next step was to get all the girls and women among them and send them to their dedicated whorehouse. Dunn might oppose him, but without Louise by his side, he doubted that would be the case.

There was a knock on the door and Harvey came in with a fearful Will.

"Come in, boy, come sit on my lap." The boy had to be pushed forward, not too gently to obey. "Harvey, Did you send word to Greg to join me?"

"I did, he should be here any time now, as well as Tools and Max."

"Good. You can leave me now."

Carl waited for him to close the door before resuming talking.

"Too bad I don't have a few ribbons to make a gift package of you."

The boy remained silent and wary, failing to grasp the significance of what was said.

"You're a cute little thing. What do you have that is so special to be of interest to Greg? I wonder?" Carl's hands were exploring the child's features and small frame. "Whatever, I hope he'll be pleased with you."

"What are you talking about?" said Will, finding his words again. He was not too happy with the man's familiarity and showing it.

"Stop wriggling. Stand still and listen carefully. You certainly know Greg; he is someone I care a lot about. I don't know why, it seems he has taken an interest in you."

The boy was now immobile and had calmed, which was surprising.

"Yes, I know him," he said in a clear voice.

"You know him? How do you know him?"

Had Greg already deflowered the tyke? This would be a great disappointment. He felt that Greg was distancing himself from him these last few weeks and hated that. He had hoped giving him the boy would bring them closer again.

"It's a secret," said Will, with determination.

"Greg has no secrets from me."

"It's a secret, I won't tell."

Carl was curious. Still, he wanted to think it was some childish thing and nothing of consequence, he felt relieved.

"Very well, I'll give you to him to take care of. He can do whatever he wants with you."

"Really?"

"Really. I want you to behave and do everything he tells you. Can you do that?"

"Depends."

"Depends on what?"

"What he asks me to do."

"You see, boy, things are going to change around here. Some people won't have a say anymore. You're one of them. All you are allowed to do from now on is to obey and say yes. I want you to understand that."

Carl had taken the boy's arm and was twisting it very slowly.

"It hurts," said Will.

"I know. Do you want it to stop?" asked Carl, fixing the boy with an unflinching gaze.

"Stop it, you're hurting me, I'll tell."

"You'll tell no one and you'll do as you're told from now on. Say it."

Carl was augmenting the pressure, he did not want to damage the boy's arm, but it was getting close.

"I'll tell … no one … I'll do … what you say."

"Good boy, say it again" Carl did not release the pressure, he was erect, he liked what he was doing.

"I did, I said what you wanted … I'll tell no one … I'll do it … Please let go… It hurts… Please … it hurts a lot."

Carl snapped out of it. He had been taken away, lost control for a moment like with Cole.

"Lucky boy. If I didn't intend to give you to Greg, I could have taken you to my apartment and played with you until morning, I don't know in what shape you'd have been by then. Do you understand what I said?"

"I do. I do," answered Will. He had not really listened to the words but had very well understood the gist of it. This man was capable of anything if you displeased him.

"Now hide those tears, I want to see a pretty smile on your happy face."

"Yes sir."

"That's better, that's what Greg must see when he enters."

Will rapidly wiped his tears. All he wanted was to get away from Carl but he was held firmly as he rubbed his arm.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," said Carl.

Greg entered, soon followed by Max and Tools.

"What is that boy doing here?" Greg certainly did not look too pleased.

"Calm down, I didn't touch him, not that way, in any case, or any other, in fact. As you all know, Louise has been shot and she will be disabled for days, if not weeks. Dunn is alone. It is time to take over the school and set the rules we discussed before. We will never have a better opportunity. With some chance, Dunn, in this situation, might even let us do as we wish to avoid an open conflict."

"I wasn't convinced the last time we talked but now things are different. I bet it could work," said Tools.

"Dunn will be much easier to manage, that's true," added Max.

"What has the boy to do with all that?" insisted Greg.

"Not much, still I had him brought here for two reasons. I have seen you looking at him, Greg, quite often, in fact, and that you were clearly interested for some reason. This is something I'm good at. Am I wrong?

"You're right, you know you are."

"Good, from this moment he is all yours. Consider him as a gift from me and the first sign of a new era at Saint Xavier. That is the first reason." Carl freed the boy, who, at once, jumped from his lap to run into Greg's welcoming arms. This was not what Carl had anticipated and did not fit with his planned demonstration, still it was not a real setback, and he went on. "The second reason is to show that, from today, the sole purpose of this boy, along with all the refugees, is to serve us and our supporters in whatever way we deem proper."

"And how do we establish that?" asked Tools.

"That's what I am about to tell you. Greg, it would be better if you sent Will to the whorehouse where he'll be waiting for your enjoyment. It is better that he doesn't hear what will be said, even if, from now on, he should have no contact with Dunn or any of his supporters. You're never too cautious. Give him to the guard outside the door."

Carl watched the teen comply with interest. Greg was showing an unexpected care toward the small boy, they definitely knew each other. What kind of relationship could they have? It was intriguing and worth an investigation. "Why don't you bring him with you to my apartments this evening? We could share an agreeable moment," he proposed.

"I think it will be better with just the two of us for his first time," replied Greg with a smile.

"As you wish. Enough digressions, let's go back to the matter at hand. Now that the refugees have been put to work, our next move will be to fill the whorehouses and use the girls and boys as an incentive to win and retain our troops, new and old, in case of a confrontation."

"That's a bold move. How do you plan to pull it off?" asked Tools.

"It will be very simple, all you have to do is to use a few lies," said Carl.

"What kind of lies? I don't quite follow you," said Max, who was adept at using more heavy-handed methods.

"History tells it all, people will accept and do everything you want, if you present it the right way. The girls and women will be taken to the whorehouse for their protection."

"Their protection?" said Tools.

"We will take only those that are isolated, not part of a family or a group. Call us lucky, that's the case for most of them, this flu, with the addition of the ferals, has really done a great job. The interviews we did gave us all the information we need, I already made the lists. They will be told that being alone and surrounded by men and boys with raging hormones, is a risk we do not want to take, that they'll be safer if they are kept apart and together under our protection. We don't want an accident to happen. Do we? Even Dunn might swallow that lie, at first. Once secured in their whorehouse inside Eagle House they'll be told of their fate and we will have a good story to tell them to justify our actions: if we want humanity to survive, we need babies, many of them and more particularly baby girls. What other choice do we have? We must play the part of the good guys, always. The most inhuman acts in all of history have been done for the sake of good, isn't it so, Mister Tools?"

"I must agree and I must say that's brilliant," replied the teacher.

"It could work, true, most of those refugees don't know or trust each other," said Max.

"They've learned the pitfalls of human nature the hard way, being in a place that still has rules should turn them back to sheep, for a time at least. That's all we need. We may need some show of force later on, we'll see. Here are the lists, Greg. Your natural charm should help us make our move as smoothly as possible," said Carl, handing Greg two sheets of paper.

"I see you've put Nancy on the list. She's been a great help in the infirmary, perhaps we should leave her out of it?"

"No way, I had a word with Shirley; she wants her on that list. Also, she's the prettiest of them all."

"Sorry to insist, but she's one of the few among the refugees that had close contact with Dunn and some of his boys, not talking of the Doc. As soon as they know what you intend to do they'll protest, if not more."

"Greg may be right on that matter," said Max.

"I see the problem but I also have to take Shirley and her brigade into account. I don't know what happened but she doesn't like her at all, probably some girl bickering. Since you're not as male centric as we are, she could be yours alone Greg. My second gift of the day.

"Not sure it will be enough to appease the tensions, but I'll accept."

"We'll take a few cute boys too, like Will to complete the boy bordello. Three or four should be enough; chosen among the lonely ones that no one will miss or worry about."

"Quite easy to do," approved Tools, nodding in approval.

"Also, we'll not open the bordellos on a large scale, at first it will only be for the chosen few, we'll try to keep it quiet."

"Still, word is bound to get out," said Max.

"Nothing's perfect and anyway that's part of the plan. It is good that people know the advantages of supporting us, as well as the risks of opposing us. It should help them reach the decision we want. It will be done tomorrow morning when we set up the work teams for the day, that way it should be overlooked by most people. Max will second you, Greg. And now let's go have dinner, I'm hungry."

***

In Bear House, Miles and the boys were having a wild romp with no holds barred, and to his surprise, Matthew was participating with as much energy and pleasure as Sven and Brett. Dinner had been forgotten as well as everything else.

They had been trying all positions and combinations with mouths, tongues, hands and also arms, thighs, legs, without forgetting feet, bellies, butts–every part of their bodies contributing and put to the test as they were groping, kissing, kneading, while caressing, tickling, pinching and also licking, fondling, grabbing, in more words exploring, playing, sharing.

Amid giggles, they had just done a foursome sixty-nine, before attacking a more serious business. At the moment, Miles was on all fours, buried deep in Sven, whose slender cock was inside Brett, whose own cocklet was stuck between Matthew's twin mounds. Matthew, on his back, legs raised, was facing and deep kissing him. Miles set the tempo with each of his powerful thrusts, careful not to crush the boys under him with his weight.

After all the bloodshed and deaths of the last few days, they were celebrating life. What could be more natural? The mores of the old world seemed definitely forgotten at Saint Xavier and Miles was not questioning his actions anymore. All his attention was dedicated to giving as much pleasure as he was receiving and avoiding any discomfort for the boys.

Sven was fully used to being penetrated with some force, unlike Brett and Matthew who would require more practice if they wanted to perform in the same way.

Miles' pounding obtained the expected results as he felt Sven shudder under him, and a wave of anal spasms hit his engorged member accompanied by the boy's climax. Miles paused, trying to avoid being taken over the edge: he was not as young as his partners and aware he could not maintain as frequent or lasting performances as the boys.

"That was a good one!" said Sven, slipping out of Brett. "Go ahead, he should be ready for you, he's an easy one."

"So you say," replied Miles, taking the precaution of adding some lube to his already slippery shaft before testing Brett's hole with two fingers, then three. The boy did not seem to take notice, monopolized by his discovery of Matthew's dark but delightful recesses.

"Really seems to enjoy himself," commented Sven.

"Without any doubt," acquiesced Miles, his glans at Brett's rear entrance and pushing in.

Brett stopped thrusting and kissing and a small grimace appeared on his face for a moment as he adapted to the invading member.

"You're quite bigger than Sven," he said as a compliment, "I rather like that."

"You're tight. I like that too," answered Miles, observing Matthew with interest and bending over Brett to kiss him.

Matthew responded with enthusiasm sending his arms around the man's neck to bring him closer.

"I want to be next," he said as his deep blue eyes plunged into the man's eyes.

"How could I refuse you?"

Miles' fear that Matthew would resent his love for the other two boys was receding. He really was lucky, more than he could have imagined.

Little by little, Miles was gaining ground by pushing forward and back, easing in slowly. The boy's lubed anus lips still gripped him tight and he had to hold the boy in place, one hand on a hip, the other on a shoulder, for his shaft to move in and out. With each thrust forward, Brett's cocklet shot up Matthew's hole. It was a strange and wonderful feeling as if the man was fucking the two boys at once.

"Fuck me, fuck me hard, like Sven," barked Brett.

Miles knew the boy was not quite ready for that yet, with caution he accelerated the tempo, going as hard and fast as he judged reasonable, the regular rubbing of the child's prostate paid off causing the boy to shudder with pleasure.

The restorative powers of youth being what they are, Sven's erection returned, and not wanting to be left out, he captured Miles' mouth and tongue and they kissed with passion, while he rubbed his cock against the nearest body.

"I've got an idea, if you'll let me?" he whispered in the man's ear as their mouths parted to catch their breath.

"What is it?"

"Move to your side, all three of you," said the boy loud enough for all to hear while lubing his young cock.

Miles obliged, curious, taking with him Brett and Matthew, all three still joined together and continuing that delightful to and fro movement now rather chaotic.

"If Matthew wants you next, he'll need some preparation and stretching, he's quite new to the game."

"Not that much compared to me and you're not much bigger than me, either," said Brett, "but you can have his butt and I'll concentrate on my rear end."

"That's not what I had in mind, I thought of a double fuck, Matthew should have room for the two of us, we are not much more than half Miles' girth together." Sven, quite excited by his idea, was looking at the man waiting for a green light.

"That's wicked," said Brett, always ready for novelty.

While the boys showed the enthusiasm and recklessness of youth. Miles was more reserved. There were lines he did not want to cross with Matthew. This was probably too much, too soon for the boy. He certainly found the idea exciting but at the same time, gross and unfitting.

"Perhaps, but it is up to Matthew to decide," said the man, slowing his thrusts and waiting for Matthew's answer.

"Yes, of course, sorry Matthew," replied Sven, realizing his blunder.

"No problem, I'm up for it," the boy answered, not showing any embarrassment, "and it will make it easier when you do me, Miles. That's what I want."

Sven, already in position behind Matthew, did not need any more encouragement and set to his task with a passion while showing a remarkable restraint for one so young. Sven did not just barge in, indifferent to the other two boys and seeking his own satisfaction, he was considerate and attentive to Brett and Matthew's needs as much as his own.

First, Sven rubbed his glans on Brett's straight and hard cocklet, following it to his target and pausing there a moment to test Matthew's anal ring. Miles had almost stopped his thrusts to ensure that Brett was not dislodged and trying to observe with interest Sven's progress. He had to say, with a certain amount of contrition, that the whole thing was extremely arousing, his gaze going from the boy's flushed and innocent face to the action taking place at his rear.

Sven exerted a constant and measured pressure until his slender member was able to slip in and smoothly move forward.

"It feels weird," said Matthew, showing no apparent discomfort, "like when you put your fingers in there."

"Yeah, it's weird for me too!" exclaimed Brett, "Rather nice, in fact."

Sven was silent, concentrated on his task and himself feeling rather pleased by the sensations. He had bottomed and was now starting to move up and down Matthew's hot and tight chute, the feel of Brett's cocklet to the side adding to his pleasure.

"God! That's good! I'm not going to last long!"

Miles was thrusting again and adding to the friction of the two lean cocklets with Matthew's anal lips tight around both boy's cocklets. He was mimicking Sven's tempo, pulling out when the boy was pushing in. They were all converging toward a monumental climax that they reached less than five minutes later.

Miles was first, sending his seed up Brett's colon.

Matthew was next, his spasms clasping around the two slim invaders in his bowels.

Brett, stimulated at both ends, had his third orgasm of the day and one of the best of his short sex life.

Sven was last, but only by a few seconds, gifting Matthew with his first few clear sperm droplets which went unnoticed, he continued thrusting for as long as possible to make the feeling last.

"That was the best!" he exclaimed, kissing Matthew on the mouth.

"Yeah, that was great," agreed Brett.

"Loved it," said Matthew, "but now I want the main course," he added, looking at Miles.

"You'll have to wait a few minutes until I'm back in shape," said the man, his cock slipping out of Brett's hole, "Come to me, it should not take too much time with you in my arms," he added, giving a parting kiss to Brett and pinching playfully one of his lovely buns.

As he held Matthew, caressing his pert bottom, Miles reflected on the scene that had just unfolded. It would have horrified most people and cost him countless years in prison only weeks, barely two months ago. Had there been any harm done? As he watched the boys, he very much doubted that. He had himself hesitated and been reluctant when Sven had suggested Matthew's double fuck but he had been the only one, the boy having himself embraced the idea. He was now eager to let the man enter him, letting Miles' fingers explore and tease his pucker.

The man was again dumbfounded at the difference between the preconceptions society had imposed on him and the reality he was witnessing. He was starting to think that most of those biases were fabricated.

What if the largely advertised pain and dire consequences said to come from man-boy sex was not the result of the acts themselves but of the views of society and their peers?

Who said that children of that age did not have the maturity to agree to a sexual relationship? He knew many adults less mature than the three boys present. Was seducing a boy so different from courting a woman, offering her flowers and gifts?

For many years, he had been told there was nothing more terrible, destructive for a child than sex with an adult. To the point one could wonder, when you saw the criminal sentences, if it was not worse than murder.

Those so-called victims who may have enjoyed that relationship needed an incredible strength of character to dare deny that status, and confronted with this doxa, how could most of them avoid feeling guilty of the pleasure they experienced with their abuser? Then later, when they encountered psychological difficulties or were dissatisfied with their life, who, what else, could they blame?

Thanks to his recent experiences, Miles was beginning to guess some of the answers to those questions. Of course, he was involved himself, a boylover, and could not be considered a paragon of objectivity, there was also the situation they were in, the flu, the ferals, the fight for survival, the loss of their families, of everything that they had taken for granted. They were insecure without reference points. The perfect preys, many would say.

Yes, it was true adults could easily manipulate, overpower, hurt and rape children, this certainly did happen, he knew it all too well. It happened everywhere and in any time period and place. Before his coming, Carl Fisher had exploited boys for years, for his own pleasure and enjoyment.

But it did not mean that was always the case.

"What are you thinking about?" asked Matthew, who felt that the man's attention had shifted, that something was different as Miles kissed and caressed him somewhat absently.

"About you."

"Me?"

"Yes. Who else? About what it means to be with you, doing what we are doing. That if we were not here at Saint Xavier and that things had not turned out the way they did, I never would have had the chance of holding you in my arms, readying to make love with you and fulfilling deep rooted desires, questioning whether those are right or wrong."

"Wrong? Why would they be wrong?"

"You certainly know why, at your age. What would your father say if he suddenly appeared at the school gate? He asked me to take care of you and certainly not the way I am doing now."

"But, I love you and I don't care about that," said the boy, holding to the man as if his life depended on it, "I know that you love me, that's all I care about. What we do is our business. Look at Sven and Brett they're back at it already. What are we waiting for?"

Sitting on the man's lap, the boy's hand grabbed Miles hard rod under him, testing its readiness. Beside them, the two boys were embracing, fondling, with Sven ramming his young shaft with energy inside his friend and lover. They were in a bubble, indifferent to the world around them. They were beautiful and celebrating life.

Miles needed no other incentive. His erect member finding its place in the cleft of Matthew's crack, searching for the opening there and finding it, he pushed upward and in, feeling the ring muscle slowly yielding and letting him pass.

There was some pain on the boy's face, but only for an instant, followed by an expression of contentment and victory.

"Yes," he said, "I want you inside me. I want your love and nothing else."

With most of the man's rod being taken in, Miles thrusts were slow and steady, rubbing on Matthew's prostate and sending shivers up the boy's spine. There was no need to rush things … they had all the time in the world. It could not have been better; the orgasm at the end would only be the icing on the cake for Miles. The rhythm was leisurely and continuous with a feeling of plenitude. It might have lasted forever: this was the man's impossible wish. Nothing had importance but the beautiful creature in his arms, the smooth skin and tender flesh, the smell of boyhood, the clear blue eyes that spoke of trust, the blond locks, the sighs and moans.

Matthew appeared to be in bliss as well, his little pink tongue escaping his mouth to pass tantalizingly on his ruby lips, droplets of sweat from his forehead or from his long eyelashes dropping to his flushed cheeks where Miles came to lick them. The boy's hands were joined behind the man's neck with no intention of letting go, he was engrossed by the exquisite sensations the invading member delivered.

Miles and Matthew were the ones isolated from the world around them now. They were connected, nothing else was of importance–they were one.

Sven and Brett, satiated with each other were now watching them in silence, exchanging knowing looks. There was no jealousy or resentment. On the contrary, they felt like brothers sharing a bond of love with the man.

"I'm hungry," said Brett in a whisper.

"Me too," replied Sven. "Dinner is over by now, let's go to the kitchen and try to find something. We'll bring them back some snacks."

"Not sure they'll be interested, seems like they are on a honeymoon."

"We'll see," declared Sven.

They left the large bed, slipped on their shorts and sneakers and were gone, their absence apparently unnoticed by the two lovers.

***

Nancy and Arthur were searching Tools' apartment for Chandler.

The door was broken and they were able to enter without any difficulty. The body of the dead feral girl was still lying there in a pool of blood and there was a lingering disagreeable smell.

"He's not here," said Arthur.

"It doesn't mean he wasn't," replied Nancy.

"True, Tools had plenty of time to hide him somewhere else."

"Any idea?"

"Not really."

"We should do something for that poor girl."

"You're right, I'll take her down. Let me go get some sheets to wrap her in."

Arthur went into the bedroom with its blown out window and glass everywhere. He pulled off the bed sheets carefully, and as he left, he noticed a small bottle under the bed. Out of reflex, he picked it up; it had a strong smell to it.

"Look what I found on the way. I'd say it's a bottle of chloroform, or something like it; seems we were right all along."

"Yes, but what can we do about it? Where do we look next?"

"Let me think for a moment. There are many apartments in the house and Tools could have hidden him in any one of them."

"Why not leave him here instead?"

"The door's wide open; anyone could come in and find him."

"Then we'll have to check all the apartments," said Nancy, determined.

"Wait a minute, most of them are locked, and I don't have the keys. If Joe Abrams was still here I could have asked him for a master key."

"We can't leave it at that."

Arthur could feel Nancy's frustration.

"Perhaps he put him somewhere else. You've seen the shape of his apartment, the smell."

"Where could he go?"

"We just have to watch him, see his comings and goings."

"It will take time."

"I can ask for help."

"Who?"

"Dunn's Warriors, of course, there's many of us."

"But they might tell Dunn. Are you sure he's not involved in this?"

"I told you, he's a good man. He's the one that sheltered Chandler from Tools. The one we have to be wary of is Carl Fisher. Come to think of it, that's the one Tools may have gone to for help. Eagle House is more or less out of bounds for us now. He could have taken him there."

"Perhaps I could go, they don't know me. I could have a look around."

"Absolutely not. I don't trust any of the guys there. We might never see you again like Chandler."

"Aren't you exaggerating?" asked Nancy.

"Not that much, it's become a serpents' nest, I would not step foot in there myself, but I know someone who could."

"Do you?"

Nancy's smile was back and it was lovely. Arthur could not resist kissing her lips expecting to be rebuffed. It was not so, Nancy responded and took the initiative sending her arms around the teen and bringing him to her. They stayed like that for a good moment, close together in a tight embrace.

"Let's find a place," said Arthur out of breath.

"Yes, not here," added Nancy.

Arthur took the girl by the hand and started trying the other doors on the floor, there had to be one left unlocked. They were lucky with the third and entered without a word. They went straight to the bedroom, in silence. Arthur, delicately, between kisses, starting to undress Nancy, not believing it was real.

Nancy joined in the effort undoing the buttons of his shirt.

Not long after that, they were both naked on the bed and making love as if it was the first time, Chandler and their mission forgotten.

***

"We got a boy missing," said Max.

"What do you mean? Who?" replied Carl between mouthfuls.

"Alex Masseria, one of your club boys. That's what Greg told me."

"Dear Alex? Yes, he's one of mine and one could think he's being buggered somewhere. He's a sweet one, likes it rough. I'm certain he'll show up later, no need to worry about him."

"No, it's serious. He was set to meet with his pals, over an hour ago."

"Greg should be in charge. Where is he?"

"He went to Eagle House to see his new boy, Will. Should I call Dunn? He's not here either."

"Certainly not. I saw him leave, followed by his catamites, I bet he is in nirvana right now and the less involved in the school matters he can be, the better for us. No, we'll take care of it ourselves. Anyway, it's probably nothing. You don't know boys as I do. Either he's found another occupation with a senior or he's quarreled with his friends and is sulking alone somewhere. Check again in the morning to see if he's still missing. Just tell the boys on watch duty to keep an eye out for him and anything else they find unusual.''

"I'll do that."

Max was not fully satisfied with Carl's answer but he was tired like everybody else and judged whatever had happened could wait until morning, certainly, Carl had a better understanding of the goings on at the school than himself.

"I'll go see what Greg is up to and try to learn more about the problem. I was done with dinner anyway," said Carl, leaving the table, his main idea being to go see how Esteban fared and finish the evening in bed with him. "Enrico you'll sleep with your brother tonight or anywhere else for that matter. Understood?"

The boy showed some surprise but had no choice but to submit to the man's order.

Carl left the dining hall alone, he had told Harvey that the boys of Shirley's brigade, a few at a time, could have the use of the whorehouse boys, except for Esteban, Will, and Chandler, of course. It was the perfect occasion to see if it was done right. This would be a test and help him to assess how things could work when the service was more largely offered. He had to say that the concept and set up of the whole operation aroused him tremendously. How many clients the boys or girls could serve per day or night? How many dedicated rooms would they need? What would be allowed to do with them? Who would have access to the service? Those were very exciting questions from the same mold as the lists he loved to establish. Esteban was to be the perfect receptacle of his mounting desire that night. It promised to be exceptional.

What would Greg be doing now? Carl already anticipated surprising him embedded in the small butt of a naked Will. That would be a memorable sight. He could propose again that Greg join him and Esteban in his apartments, which was also a very appealing thought. Perhaps it could help close the gap that was forming between them these last weeks. It was certainly worth a try.

As he arrived, he saw that Omar was in charge and Harvey was nowhere in sight. Six black clad boys were lounging in the common room obviously waiting for their turn. The recreation room was busy with a few younger boys; you could hear the sounds of the video games played there. Young Ke was at the door, his attention divided between what was going on inside the room, his domain, and the action around the whorehouse, which he viewed with obvious uneasiness.

"Omar, How is it going?" asked Carl.

"Fine, no problem so far. Got four boys being served and six more waiting, as you can see. I would have gone for it myself if it had been girls. Heard I can expect that for tomorrow," answered Omar with a satisfied grin.

"Sorry to disappoint you, I might wait a few days before making the girls available. I don't want to skip stages. We must let the people get used to the idea. However, as a loyal member of the team I could try to make one of the girls available sooner just for you, if you can be quiet about it."

"I'll be quiet, you can be sure of that," replied a beaming Omar, "and I'll make sure the girl does not say a word about it either."

"I'll make no promise but I'm optimistic a solution can be found. I'll look into it myself."

"Thank you so much sir."

How easy it is to have people show gratitude, thought Carl.

"Has there been any reaction from anyone about it, the boys in the game room?" he asked, thinking of Ke's expression.

"None at all, they don't seem to care."

Carl was greatly satisfied that most of the boys showed mostly indifference to the fate of the pimped boys, one more test that was a success.

"Have you seen Greg?"

"Sure did, he came to fetch the little blond kid like thirty minutes ago. He probably has him on all fours in his room, at the moment."

"I want to see that," said Carl with a smile and taking that direction.

As the headmaster was disappearing down the corridor, Omar saw Anthony appear at the top of the stairs at the other end.

"What are you doing here, Dunn boy?" He asked with a bellicose demeanor.

"I'm still an Eagle boy," replied Anthony, "I have friends here."

"Not anymore, you've chosen the wrong side."

"What are you talking about?"

"You know very well. If I were you I would go now, before an accident happens." Omar had signaled the lounging boys, three were now walking toward the boy. "We don't want you to have a bad fall down those stairs and hurt yourself."

"Okay. Okay. No need of that, I'm going."

As he was about to turn back, Anthony saw a door open and a black clad Stefan, alias Acne Face, his clothes in slight disarray, come out with a naked and crying Peter.

"It was the best, I'll come back every day for a repeat performance," he exclaimed grinning.

Anthony, without ado, decided it was time to slip away. He had not fulfilled his mission but he had seen enough to make it worthwhile. It was obvious Omar had not been told of his role as a double agent. If he wanted to explore and learn more, he would have to go back in with Fisher or wait for a better occasion. He found Arthur and Nancy waiting for him out of sight of the building.

"Did you find him?" asked Nancy, hopeful.

"Sorry, no. Omar was there on the second floor, and I wasn't able to have a good look. There's strange stuff going on; he clearly didn't want me to be around."

"What did you find?" asked Arthur, interested.

"It has been some time since I went there; there's been some remodeling like at Bear House. They've put big locks on the outside of some of the doors."

"To what end?" asked Arthur.

"That's where they're holding Chandler, without a doubt," added Nancy.

"I don't know; it's possible. Looks like Fisher has been sharing his catamites, as he calls them, with Shirley's boys."

"Why would he do that? He's not that kind of man," said Arthur.

"He only does what is in his best interest," replied Anthony. "I learned that the hard way."

"Is that all you can tell us?" insisted Nancy, none too gently.

"Unfortunately, yes. I was not welcome; Omar was in charge. I'll have to try again at another time; talking with some of my pals might help too."

"Thank you, Anthony. I know you did your best. Tell me as soon as you discover something else."

"I'll do that."

"Sorry for being rude," added Nancy, giving the boy a kiss on the cheek "I really wanted to find that boy."

"It's nothing, I've known much worse," replied Anthony.

"We'll find him, just give us some time, Nancy, he can't be very far," concluded Arthur.

On the second floor of Eagle house, Acne Face, as he was called by most, was parading poor Peter.

"Who's next? He's a good one. Difficult to get into, cos he's so tight, but worth it. Squirms a lot but the little slut gave me a great ride."

"You didn't damage him? Not on the first night?" demanded Omar, worries on his face. Fisher had told him to be careful about that. Any incident would be his responsibility.

"No, of course not, it was just a bit painful for the boy, that's all, stretched him good. I thought he would have been used to big ones by now.

"You're boasting or perhaps it simply means Fishy has a small dick," said Jensen, trying some humor.

"Maybe so. Who's next? If no one wants him, I'll ask for a second round."

"I wanted the Thai boy but this one will do, can't wait anymore, I'm bursting. Come on kid and you better be good," said the stocky Anton clenching his hand around Peter's neck and steering him back toward the room.

"Can we share," asked Simon, standing up, "I'm like you, I need pussy. You can have the first go at his ass, I'll fuck his mouth."

"I don't mind if Omar agrees."

"Go ahead boys, enjoy yourselves. No more than thirty minutes though, like the others, your friends are waiting. If you behave well and everything works to my satisfaction, I might offer you a second round with another boy, like Acn… Stefan suggested. And don't forget to thank Mister Fisher, the headmaster, it was his idea."

***

Carl knocked and opened the door without waiting, hoping to surprise Greg in action. The sight that greeted him was not the one he anticipated.

Greg's room was tidy and cheerful, perfectly on par with his status of top of the class and without any hint of the darker side of his personality that Carl knew so well.

Will was seated at his desk in front of Greg's laptop and playing a game. He raised his head and stopped, looking at Carl with fright. The young man standing by his side and watching him with benevolence, placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder, more like a big brother, than the predator Carl knew.

"What a lovely sight," exclaimed Carl. "Very different from what I expected."

"I've been surprising myself lately."

"I've seen that. At least I believe you appreciate your gift, not exactly in the intended way but you came to fetch him right away."

"Yes, and I want to thank you for it, even if I don't know yet what use I'll make of him. All options are still open. Do you need me?"

"Max told me that Alex has kind of disappeared. Do you know anything more about that?"

"No, I just passed on the information. Do you want me to organize a search party?"

"No, like I told Max. I'm not worried about him; he'll probably show up later. Everybody's tired; it can wait until tomorrow. Have you changed your mind? You could still join me for the night, since we both have new boys, mine is quite a looker, quite experienced too. What do you say?"

"Some other time, sorry. As you said, the last days have taken their toll and you've put a lot on our plate for tomorrow."

"That's true. I'll leave you then. Have a nice, quiet, evening with your little friend."

Carl left at a brisk pace, Esteban was waiting for him; it would be enough for now. There were still four of Shirley's boys in the common room waiting their turn and Omar pacing in the corridor, all business.

Carl left at a brisk pace, he had Esteban to look forward to; it would be enough for now. There were still four of Shirley's boys in the common room waiting their turn and Omar pacing in the corridor, all business. Carl entered his apartment with a satisfied grin; he had his own direct access to the whorehouse. After a Viagra, swallowed down with a scotch, he turned on the air conditioning, unlocked the door, and was greeted with an enthralling sight: Esteban and Chandler both naked and beautiful. Knowing what was expected, Esteban came to him at once, adopting a lascivious demeanor on cue with the man's desire. Chandler was the complete opposite, curled up on his bed, showing his disdain and trying to cover his attractive assets. Carl engulfed Esteban in his welcoming arms, the boy rubbing his luscious skin against him like a cat. Carl half expected to hear him purr, he had been trained to such perfection.

Moving towards Chandler's bed, Carl clutched the boy by the hair and raised his head to look him in the eye.

"You should learn from young Esteban, here, such a gifted boy who knows his place and use. Your attitude will bring you only further distress and displeasure. You are lucky to have Raymond, if you lose him, your fate will be to join the other boys in that room and serve three or four seniors every night. Is that what you want?"

Chandler shook his head.

Carl could not resist and rubbed the boy's face against his crotch and erect penis. He was tempted to take him too and have the two boys serve him for the night.

"Good boy, that's better. Tools is a lucky guy, make him happy and your life will be much easier," he said, before whispering in his ear, "Just between you and me, I might ask for some sex treats from time to time. You're such a pretty one and you look so desirable when you're miserable, but some other time, when Raymond is busy elsewhere. I would not want to spoil his evening, he's sure to come visit you any time now. Come on Esteban, you'll be all mine tonight, and I'm sure you will surprise me with more of your talents."

***

Alex was a resourceful boy but he knew when he was at a disadvantage. The feral was strong, more intelligent than most, and armed with a knife. His only option was to wait for the right occasion to escape.

There was also something else troubling him, he knew the man, it was Ivor Thorvald, the rich guy who had arrived by helicopter with Max. Before the flu, he had occasionally visited the school and invited boys for a weekend at his mansion. Alex had never been there, but he had been told what was expected of his young guests there.

The guy had been brutal and had hurt him. Alex was used to rough rides, but without lube, it was something else, and he was not sure he could endure much more of it. He definitely had to find a way out.

When it came to ferals, Ivor counted as a genius. He had found a dilapidated shack not too far from the school, in it sat a bed with a stained mattress, on which he had already taken the boy twice. His initial idea had been to enjoy him for a day or two before using his meat for sustenance and going back to Saint Xavier to catch another one. The boy however had not fought back, remaining docile despite the pain. He had delighted in the soft skin, tight hole and the smooth, round buns and so resolved to keep the small creature alive for as long as possible.

There were plenty of bodies, meat, lying all around the school and at his disposal. The only problem Ivor had to solve now was to find a way to restrain the boy, so that he could not escape when he was away or get at the knife when he slept. He found a length of rope but was at a loss on how to use it effectively. His mind had cleared a little but it was still a jumble of thoughts and ideas going in different directions, he could not focus on the matter at hand. It was frustrating. As a last resort, taking the boy with him was a possibility. They did not need to get too close to the school and would stay out of sight.

Anyway, his main compulsion for the moment was for the boy and the pleasure that he could procure. He felt ready for a third round.

Alex felt the feral's gaze on him and instinctively knew what it meant. He never has enough! he thought. It was not so much the act itself that bothered him; it was rather the stench, the fear that he would not perform the way the feral desired, and the pain, the burning sensation was still there from the previous couplings. What choice did he have? He had to please, something he had learned in Carl's club.

If the guy did not speak, it was still easy to guess what he wanted and Alex got on all fours on the mattress, ready to receive him again.

"I'm all yours, Ivor," he said.

The feral stopped in his tracks, that name pronounced rather innocently by the boy had a strong effect on the man, as if he had found a key that opened many forgotten memories. There was an avalanche of images, ideas, and souvenirs that suddenly could make sense, and all of it seemed within Ivor's grasp. Like when you had a word on the tip of the tongue. The man sat back on the ground as if struck by lightning trying to process it all. His eyes were focused on the source of that chain reaction, the boy on the bed and it lasted perhaps a minute before it was lost again.

"Ivor," said the feral, wanting to reclaim that word, that name which was at the same time alien and familiar to him.

"You … talk?" asked Alex, incredulous; turning his head to be sure the word had come from the feral.

"Ivor," repeated the man, lost in his thoughts.

Alex sent a glance to the door. It was not closed. He just had to push it to pass through. Should he make his escape now or should he wait for a better opportunity? He did not have the time to make a decision, the feral was standing again, no less erect than before and in the next instant at his back entering him in one go. It seemed that all that was left of the man was his lust for boys.

The pain was immediate and Alex felt something tearing. Ivor's pounding was now accompanied by a wet sound and a thick liquid started to trickle down the boy's leg: blood. It did not bother the feral, Alex's only chance was that his assaults were short and indeed after a few more thrusts he spewed his seed.

Alex was crushed under the feral's weight, whose member, half erect, was still inside and whose foul and heavy breathing resonated in the room.

Alex was desperate and terrified now and regretted to have missed a chance to escape. He would die there, alone and miserable.

After a few minutes, the man finally disengaged from the boy with regret. He went for the rope and clumsily at first but soon with more sureness, started to tie the boy's feet and then his hands. It seemed a single word, a name, had been enough to restore some of his brain functions. The knots were far from elaborate; still he judged them sufficient, giving him enough time to go find some meat.

He left Alex at a run now driven by a different hunger.

Chapter 37

Greg stood over Will, watching the boy sleep. He had not yet decided what his fate would be, the boy had derailed him, put him off the road that he had chosen. What had stopped him back then? What could stop him now from taking one of his plastic bags and finish what he had intended a few weeks ago. What was so special about this boy?

Or perhaps it was not about the boy at all, it was about Greg himself?

The boy was sleeping peacefully. Nothing seemed to trouble him. He had no idea of the dark thoughts that crossed the young man's mind. Greg had undressed him and he lay naked on the bed. A pretty child … so beautiful … so fragile. There could be nothing easier than to hurt him. Greg still felt that urge, even if he had not indulged in it for some time now.

It had been days since he had the time to spend with Milo and curb his darker proclivities. With little Will here, it would be much simpler and gratifying. There would be no limits. He was Carl's gift to do with as he wished: the man's words. It was so tempting but strangely so repulsive at the same time.

The boy's behavior also intrigued Gregg. Will should have feared him; despised and hated him for what he had done: he had snatched and raped him; knocked him out in anger; discarded him naked and without any assurance that he would wake up or be found. How could he appear to trust him, accept his company, smile at him. That was a real mystery.

Gregg let his hand course over the child's soft skin, brushing his small genitals. He turned him over to play with his pert buttocks, splaying them apart to see his rosy pucker. It would be tight and hot in there, much better than the boy's mouth that he had already fucked and filled with his sperm. Yes, he had done that and remembered it vividly. He did not like that memory. It had been more a moment of self-doubt than of release, he had been more angry with himself than with the boy. Still, the idea of hurting Will was arousing: he was erect.

Greg knew the look on Carl's face when he walked in on them earlier, one of disappointment. He knew that Carl expected to surprise him already drilling the boy, when he found them simply playing a game on his laptop. It was not too late though, he had dreamed so many times of having a boy or girl at his mercy, to go all the way and put in action all the twisted ideas his brain could fathom. What was holding him back?

Yes, it was still arousing as hell but for a reason that he did not quite understand, he did not want to do it, not for real anyway.

The boy seemed to be safe, for now.

Nothing prevented him from going to find Milo, that boy was well versed in the games Greg appreciated and was always willing to play. Greg could get some release after all: he dressed rapidly, barely able to conceal his raging boner and left the room.

***

Chad had joined Walt and Bob the previous evening, like most nights. The sex games they played together had not lasted very long, like most everybody at Saint Xavier, exhausted, they fell asleep, their brains a flutter of activity as their dreams tried to make sense of the traumatic events they had gone through these last days. Come morning, like many, they embraced the new day by pushing away the stress and the images of death they had witnessed. Morning brought a new perspective and an invigorated sex drive.

Bob and Walt fell into each other's arms, kissing and cuddling, at first, but soon their sex drive was back with a vengeance, they responded to it with enthusiasm and love.

It was different for Chad than it was for the other two. For him, sex was just an outlet, a way to gain pleasure and forget everything else. He knew he could not compete with Bob for Walt's attention and did not want to. He also refused anal sex, which he judged not manly, although it seemed to delight Bob. It was quite a sight to see Walt's long member disappear in the young boy's chute–like at this moment.

"Really, it doesn't hurt?" A question he had asked many times already.

"Not anymore, I'm used to it now and Walt is always gentle. Why do you ask? You want to try it?" Bob knew the answer but liked to tease his friend. "I would love to do it with you or let you do it to me. It's just a different way to pleasure each other."

"No thanks," replied Chad, unmoved.

"The real treat would be to let Walt do it," added Bob, still teasing. "God it feels so good! You don't know what you're missing."

Walt was not really listening to the boys, focusing on Bob's penetration and the pleasure it procured. He was almost fully in now and wondered how Bob could take it all without discomfort. His hands were everywhere, enjoying the soft skin, the lovely shapes of his young lover, all adding to his excitement. Their gaze met, he bent over and came to kiss his lips. Bob caught him by the neck, holding them glued together, he sent his tongue forward and a battle of tongues ensued as Walt rammed his cock in and out the boy's welcoming sheath.

Chad did not mind being excluded from these moments; he was used to it. His time would come later and the two lovers would open their arms to him to share other pleasures. For now, the sight was exciting enough and his hand was rubbing his erect cocklet energetically, it would not be long until his first orgasm.

***

Nancy and Arthur had spent the night in each other's arms, not sleeping much. As the morning sunlight crept into the room, they awoke once again for one last ardent coupling.

"Do you really have to go back to the dormitory? You could move into my room," said Arthur.

"No, it is better I do not. I don't want the others to know we're together."

"But why? That's the right thing to do. We've got nothing to hide."

"I want things to settle down first. I don't want people thinking I'm being treated better because of our relationship."

"I don't see the problem and I find that reasoning rather ridiculous, but it's your choice, as long as we can see each other every day and night. I still hope you'll change your mind soon."

"Perhaps, we'll see. I'd like to wait a bit until I can better judge how others will react. I've had plenty of occasions these last months to witness people's dark side, their envy, jealousy, anger, hypocrisy. I tell you, it's better this way."

"As you wish, I can understand that. Will you let me take you back to the dormitory?" Arthur added, kissing her cheek."

"I can certainly accept that and don't forget to tell me if your young friend Anthony learns anything about the missing boy later on."

"You can count on me; I won't miss an occasion to go see you."

"Let's get dressed or I'll be late for the morning call. It will be one more day carrying dead bodies," said Nancy, leaving the bed.

"You could be much more helpful in the infirmary, working with the doc. I'll see what I can do about that."

"Shirley doesn't like me. She's been quite clear about that. She's important enough to have the final word."

"We'll see; it's worth a try anyway. Don't you think?"

***

Anthony loved sex and now that he had overcome his initial reticence, he had the perfect partner and could indulge in it as much and as often as he wanted. Like most mornings, Anthony had the young boy's mouth at work on his raging boner, while his hand caressed the ten-year-old's head appreciatively, playing with his now slightly longer curls. Mikey was becoming really good at it. While his mouth and tongue were stimulating the pulsing willy, his hands played with Anthony's moderately sized testicles in their sac and titillated his ever hungry and sensitive ring with a finger or two. Soon he would be rewarded with a generous buggering from the older boy, of which he was now a fervent enthusiast.

Anthony's mind had temporarily wandered from the immediate action that morning and Mikey needed all his talent to keep him concentrated.

The older boy was reminiscing his visit to Eagle House the previous evening and realizing that his role as a spy had taken a back seat for quite some time now. When was the last time he had talked seriously with Carl Fisher, or anyone he knew from the headmaster's camp? He was at a loss and did not really know what was going on there. He had been surprised the previous day, like everyone else, by the unexpected appearance at every corner of the black clad figures of the boys in Shirley's brigade. They were in greater number than he remembered, holding weapons, and monitoring the school's activities. Anthony had to take action and get a grasp on what was going on.

But not before he satisfied Mikey's and his own needs.

"Here it comes," he announced, holding the young boy's head in place, his first cum of the day would be for Mikey's throat. It was clear and not too abundant, easily gulped down. "On your back, it's my turn now."

Anthony pulled his semi rigid pecker from Mikey's mouth. It was slick with saliva and would not need any other lube. Mikey got in position on his back, legs raised: he knew Anthony would be in shape in no time. Indeed, just rubbing his glans on Mikey's pucker was enough stimulation to restore a full erection. He grabbed the ten-year-old's legs to place them on his shoulders, and then moved his pelvis forward to force his entry.

Mikey's ring was well trained; generally being used several times a day, it adapted easily to the intruder. Anthony started a lively fuck, not missing a beat for the joy of them both and not refraining from a kiss here and there or a caress. Their relationship was not only about sex, there was affection and friendship, everything they did was by mutual agreement.

As Anthony listened to the sound of his pubes hitting the smaller boy's sweet cheeks and Mikey's moans of enjoyment, he wondered what he liked best: this, or the heavy pounding of his behind by Miles Dunn. Luckily for him, he did not have to choose, he could have both. It could even be possible to find himself sandwiched between the two of them, and soon. He judged Mikey ready and liberated enough for such an experience.

Though Dunn was quite busy with Sven, Brett, and now Matthew, Anthony did not doubt he would be easy to convince to share an intimate and sexy moment with him and Mikey. They had not been together for quite some time, as they had been busy with other important matters to say the least. That could also be an occasion to finally ask to sample young Matthew, assuming he was now willing. Anthony certainly did not intend his special relationship with Mikey to be exclusive.

Before heading out to Eagle House again, Anthony would seek Dunn's advice, he always provided good counsel. Indeed, this spy work might need some thinking and the best circumstances to be successful, talking with Dunn would also be a good opportunity to arrange for sex later on.

Anthony accelerated the tempo, kissing Mikey in the neck before invading his mouth with his tongue and with one last powerful thrust of the hips had his second come of the morning.

***

Despite numerous climaxes with Ethan and Raoul, Burt Algood had not slept well. He yearned for Esteban and was worried for him. His tempestuous discussion with Margarita, who for once had shown an interest in her brother's fate, had not helped matters.

Burt and his group had left the dormitory and settled in Daniel's apartment at the top of the administration building, which he understood was Carl's first payment for his future role in the refugees' management, as well as having relinquished Esteban to him. Being able to sleep in a real bed with two of his boys and the comfort offered, did not change his feelings, he was a turncoat. He did not have the slightest doubt that Fisher's intentions, despite his smile and sugary words, were malicious. Burt's self-esteem had never been that good but all this made it a lot worse.

What could he do? He was not of the kind that could fight back and fleeing was not an option. He had the other kids to think about and his damn addiction to sex. He felt trapped and did not know how to get out. The easy way would be to think of something else and let the problems resolve themselves with time. He just had to concentrate on sex, his favorite outlet, something he had tried and miserably failed earlier but he could persevere. He did have two lovely willing boys at his disposal. Damn, he hated to think of them that way. Maybe he was not any better than that Fisher guy, only less clever and less determined. They should have stayed away from this school.

The person who brought them to Saint Xavier was the only one he would consider asking for help, but Miss Simons was in the infirmary, perhaps fighting for her life, for all he knew. From what he had seen in the short span of time he had been here, she disliked Fisher and did not hide that fact. There was also Dunn, the marine, to consider, they were often together and seemed to agree on most things. Still, he did not think he could risk talking to him, his military background made it unlikely he would oppose authority. Besides, he seemed to dislike conflicts, and he had the same affinity for boys as Fisher. Come to think of it, that had to be the reason Fisher had chosen him to manage the refugees. He had seen through him at first glance and had known, long before he said anything, what his relationship with Esteban and the others was. Fisher was truly an astute and insightful motherfucker.

Burt thought the reasonable thing to do would be to throw away his scruples and accept what he had been offered. After all, he had already taken significant steps in that direction, he was in bed with two young boys that he had fucked repeatedly the last few weeks for his sole benefit and pleasure. In this end-of-the-world situation, his only goal should be to survive and make the best of a difficult situation for himself and the kids he had taken charge of. He did not know the refugees; he owed them nothing.

Esteban was a lost cause, he had to convince himself of that fact, or perhaps, come to think of it, maybe he would be better off as Fisher's catamite. There might be a future for him if he knew how to play his cards. He certainly had the potential.

** *

When Sasha arrived at the infirmary, he found Doc looking worried.

"Is there anything wrong? It's not Jeffy is it?" he asked. It appeared he was not the only one with concerns that morning.

"No, my son is fine. It's Louise Simons, the lady with a bullet wound, she has a fever despite the antibiotics I gave her, and I don't seem to have many alternatives. The other possibility is that there is shrapnel still in the wound I may have missed."

"Is it serious?"

"It can be. If the fever doesn't go down today, I'll have to open the wound a second time and check, and I'm no surgeon."

"You'll do your best. Usually it works."

"That's nice of you to say that, Sasha. How are you yourself?"

"A bit lonely, now that Wallace is dead, he was the only one I was close to besides the two of you and Ben."

"I understand. Wallace was a good kid. One more we should not have lost. I need to try to contact our friends from Okatie. See if they survived, perhaps they could come here and join us. Would you like that?"

"Sure, it's always nice to see a few familiar faces but how are you going to do that?"

"I'm going to try to contact them using a CB radio; Dunn is helping to find one."

"Do you think they made it through?"

"I sure hope so."

"Do you think they found a place to settle? We could go there."

"Don't you like it here? Did you make friends with anyone since we've arrived?"

"Arthur, Burt Algood and his boys. They helped me during the battle, it was a close thing, and I might not be alive without them."

"I'll have to thank them for that. Now that I think of it, why don't you come live at the infirmary with Jeffy and me? There's certainly enough room. Would you like that? You could ask Ben to join us too. The Okatie guys all together!"

"That's a neat idea. I'm in. I'll tell Ben right away."

For the moment, Sasha was overjoyed and his worries about Esteban, Burt, or Fisher, forgotten. After moving to a new place, with people they did not know, his fear of becoming estranged from Doc and Jeffy had him concerned, but now he knew it would not be the case and he could not wait to tell Ben of Doc's offer as he ran back to the dormitory.

***

Carl Fisher slept like a baby after spending a thrilling evening with Esteban. That was followed by an equally exhilarating morning, interspersed with more orgasms than he thought possible. All the weariness of the past days had left him and his mind was working nonstop. There were so many things to think of.

His right hand was absentmindedly playing with Esteban's lustrous black hair while the boy's satiny mouth and tongue were entertaining his now quiescent member. He was sated, for the moment and simply indulged in the boy's presence and ministrations.

"You're doing great, Esteban, don't worry it'll awake soon and we'll take good care of your needs."

Carl conceded that the boy was flawless. He had performed excellently in every situation, whatever was asked of him. The deflowering and training of a virgin boy had its appeal but you had to say that such a passionate and experienced boy was priceless, and when such talent commingled with such beauty, you reached heaven.

"Do you think I should take one more Viagra pill? One could think that if we go on much longer like this, you'll kill me!" said Carl with irony.

Esteban, not letting go of the morsel, raised his head to reveal a wicked smile. It was gross and so exciting.

"You little devil. By the way, what age are you exactly?"

"Elewen," mumbled the boy with a mouthful of growing cock.

"Just eleven? Or eleven and a half or close to twelve?"

"Elewen and a whalf."

"That's good, you Latinos age fast and grow hair everywhere, look at your sister. At best, I can hope to keep you with me for two years, three at the most; then you'll cease to be of interest to me as I'll probably find you hairy, gangly, with bulging muscles, and pimples marring your beautiful face. You could become simply downright ugly to me, believe me, I've seen it happen. If only you, boys, could stay the way you are at your best, let's say between eleven and thirteen–there should be a cure to stop you from growing up."

Even without Viagra, Carl's member was filling up with blood. Not since his younger years had he been so stalwart and able to perform so many times in a row, with one more coming up very soon, he did not doubt, as the boy's head bobbed up and down with a good tempo. Esteban was able to deep throat him, taking all of his seven inches, this was not such a common feat when done right. Carl, who had thought he was done for the day was enthusiastic and as he felt his juices rising he pushed his pelvis forward and the boy's head down, the kid's nose squashed in his pubes.

"You won't have to swallow this one, it's being delivered right down your gullet!" exclaimed Carl maintaining Esteban in place as he delighted in the sensation of the constricting throat and of each discharge that pulsed from his shaft.

Only once fully spent did he let go of the head, with Esteban pulling himself off the rod fast to gulp some air. The boy did not complain and forced a smile, he had been taught to please whatever the circumstances.

"Get me my laptop, my love, it's on the table. There's something I want to see," said Carl. The boy's age had reawakened a concern of his that he wanted to address without delay.

The boy was back in a minute. Carl sat in the bed with the boy laid out against him, the computer lighted up as soon as it was open on his lap.

"What do you want to see?" asked Esteban.

"I have compiled detailed files on everybody in the school, the Saint Xavier boys, and all of the refugees. Let me have a look, there it is. You see, we have only eleven children under the age of ten out of three hundred eighty-one persons and two of them girls. That's not good, not good at all."

"What's not good about it?"

"You see, at first, I thought I should get rid of all the refugees that are useless, only mouths to feed, and, in fact, as soon as we've put the school in shape, that's what I intend to do. I had included the small children, all those under ten. It was a big mistake."

"Why is that?"

Carl thought he could speak freely. Not because he trusted the boy but because Esteban in the weeks and perhaps even months ahead, would not leave his side and his only horizon would be Carl's bed or the whorehouse. Perhaps he could be allowed, under strict surveillance, some exercise outside to keep him in shape, but that was all.

"You well know I like boys."

"You got loads of them at the school."

"Yes, but like you, they'll grow older. At the moment, the youngest is ten, and five years from now, none of them will be able to satisfy me. I must prepare the next generation."

"Five years? That's tons of time. What are you going to do anyway?" Esteban seemed genuinely interested.

"Ha! It only seems long to you because it's half your lifetime. First, I thought, let's make babies. We'll need many of them, just to be sure. After all, not all boys are to my liking. So the women and girls of age among the refugees will soon be impregnated, as many times as necessary, to get them pregnant. I still have a problem though; it will take no less than eight to ten years before those products become desirable to me. The only solution to that problem is to find a way to have boys of the right age to fill the gap, and entertain me during that time."

"The refugees."

"Clever boy. Exactly. Rather than send them away, I'll keep them, at least the pretty ones and perhaps even try to find more. I have a big appetite."

"I haven't seen many around before we came here."

"I fear you're right. Kids that age without someone to take care of them … scores of them must have died. But I'm sure we can find a few left. Getting them will be difficult though, as I said, they won't be wandering alone. But first I need to talk to Greg; we must make some adjustments to this morning's operation."

"Can I go see Burt and the others?" asked Esteban sweetly, rubbing himself against the man.

"You're a clever one, boy. No, you cannot. You'll stay in the whorehouse with the others … for now."

Carl had to leave the possibility open, to give the kid some hope; it would be closed slowly, giving him time to get used to it. The same process would be used with the others: promise a better time that never comes, and eventually they'll accept their current fate.

Esteban did not protest and kept rubbing his satiny body against the older man. He was the one boy in a thousand, perhaps more than that. Carl never had one like that before. He was certain to be for his exclusive use until he reached the expiration date. His passing idea of sharing his find with Greg was for the moment forgotten.

"This is an important day for me, let's get a move."

Carl left the bed and locked Esteban with the others in the whorehouse. He saw that Chandler was not there; Raymond had come to pick him up. Carl was curious to know the outcome, it would be less fun but better if the boy fell in line and accepted his fate, it would help Tools settle down. Carl needed him; there were too few adults on his team to lose one. This was one more problem to address and he had some leads on how to do that.

***

Miles was awakened by the feel of soft lips on his own. Was it Matthew, Sven, Brett? As he opened his eyes, he found it was the least likely of the three. Matthew and Sven were still sleeping and it seemed Brett had other needs.

Miles had his morning hard on and felt a strong need to pee. Squatting, the boy was rubbing his bottom cheeks against his erection and his intentions were clear.

"Just a quickie, just the two of us," Brett pleaded.

Why not? thought Miles, aligning his rod, already slick with lube. Brett had forgotten nothing.

"Shall I ride you like Matthew yesterday?" It was not really a question and more of a statement.

Brett did not wait for an answer and with determination, holding it in place with a firm hand, impaled himself on the man's member, taking in the eight inches as he descended upon Mile's lap faster than could be expected.

Miles was surprised and delighted by the boy's enthusiasm. He held him close, caressing his smooth skin, kneading the flesh of his meaty thighs, kissing his face and mouth. Brett's ass was bobbing up and down bringing him exquisite feelings exacerbated by his need to pee. It was not long before he felt his juices rising and his orgasm brought him a burning sensation mixed with pleasure that was intense and lasted a good minute as the boy kept mounting his spurting steed.

Miles made sure, with his hand and still erect shaft, that Brett achieved his own climax, their mouths staying glued together. Brett held to him as if his life depended on it, his fingers digging in his flesh as his climax occurred. The computer wizard was shuddering, abandoning himself to embrace these newfound organic pleasures.

Matthew and Sven, lying beside them, kept on sleeping, oblivious to the outside world, perhaps dreaming.

"God, that was good but I definitely need to pee," Miles had to say. He slowly and gently detached himself from the boy, slipping out his still erect member, before running naked to the nearest bathroom, he knew it would take a few moments before he could let go.

Miles was standing at the urinal waiting for his sphincter muscle to give up and allow the flow of urine when he heard Brett enter. A glance sideways caught the naked boy quickly go in a stall to flush out his bowels. This did not help Miles deflate, as he managed to release a small trickle. The feel was quite similar to his recent orgasm, between burning pain and exquisite pleasure, only lasting longer, until finally the flow became satisfying. After a deep breath, and a few shakes, Miles joined Brett already at the sinks and slowly began washing his hands.

Brett grabbed a paper towel from the side wall and then stood relaxed watching Miles finish. The boy's burning gaze did not go unnoticed and they fell into each other's arms again to kiss and grope with renewed fervor. It was not going to end yet, Miles erection was back and needing; at that moment, it was more lust than love for the two of them. Miles grabbed both of the boy's voluptuous globes, squeezed firmly, and lifted him up onto the sink as Brett wrapped his arms securely around the man's neck. For lube, the man used spit, judging it would enough.

"Ready," announced Miles between breaths.

"Always," replied Brett, anticipating the assault.

Miles, lifted the boy up again, spreading his cheeks in the process, the tip of his gorged cock finding its target and entering the boy easily, then he simply let gravity do its work and the boy slipped down until he was fully embedded on his rod. With the child's assistance, he pushed in and out of the welcoming sheathe. They were not discreet, moaning and breathing hard, in bliss, for close to fifteen minutes.

Brett climaxed twice before Miles came inside him. Miles felt his legs give and sat on the tile floor still joined with the boy. They stayed like that for a few more moments, kissing and cuddling, exchanging caresses, gazes and smiles.

"That was wonderful," said the marine.

"Same for me, I think I fell in love with you."

Miles thought those words sounded kind of strange coming from a twelve year old but were certainly close to the truth if you considered what love meant for a boy his age.

"I love you too."

"More than Sven… Matthew?"

"Why do you all keep asking that question? Why does it have to be so?" Miles answered, holding Brett's head affectionately in both hands and looking him in the eyes. I love you all unequivocally, that's what matters. You're different but also the same for me. More or less doesn't make sense. Don't you think?"

"You're probably right," said Brett with a smile.

They kissed again, tenderly.

"Come on, let's go back to bed. I'm taking the day off. I think I've earned some time for myself. It's my turn to fully enjoy the life I've been deprived of until now. I want to spend time with y'all and without any other worries."

***

The Ravagers had come upon the shack by chance and seen a naked guy leave it at a run, moving away from them.

"It's a feral, don't shoot, it'll attract attention this close to the school," said Red. "Watch y'self, there might be others, let's check that ruin."

Red, machete in hand, approached the door followed by two of his men, the other two watching the surroundings.

They had driven five hours to get here, stopping about three miles from Saint Xavier the last night and walking the rest of the way this morning. They slept in their vehicles just off road, a safe place to rest. There were still patches of green in what was left of the dense forest surrounding the school that escaped the fire.

Neary had sent Red and the men to scout the objective, that posh school, and see what he could make of it. He had tried to get more information from the kid, Cole, but nothing much came of it, the boy was wary and did not want to spill all his beans at once, which was wise. The cop had not been very helpful either, in fact it seemed he had never stepped a foot there. Neary did not want to give false hopes and needed to avoid another big blunder.

Red pushed the door open with a good kick of his foot and discovered Alex cowering by the mattress.

Five minutes earlier the boy had seen Ivor suddenly raise his head like an animal alerted by a sound or smell. He had been eating after one more go at the kid's ass as soon as he had awakened. He had given some of the raw meat to Alex, who rightfully refused, despite his hunger. It was a human leg, a young one. There was no way the boy would touch it.

After a moment of listening in total immobility and concentration, Ivor had a last somewhat regretful gaze at Alex, grabbed his knife, opened the door, and sprinted away. Then Alex heard an adult voice he did not know. Men were coming to the shack. Full of hope he threw a glance through the broken window. It was no one he knew and they did not appear friendly. What should he do? There was no place to hide anyway. Could he try to escape and run to the school? It was not that far. Could he trust them? Before making a decision, he heard footsteps just outside the shack. It was too late. The door blew open, falling off its hinges to the ground. A large man appeared projecting his shadow inside. He was looking ravenously at Alex with a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"It's just a cub," said Red to the two men behind him expecting the cornered feral boy to rush at him. "Come to me little one, I'll make it swift and painless."

"I'm no cub," replied Alex, "I'm a boy."

"A talking feral," said Red, genuinely surprised.

"I'm no feral either. Who are you?"

"A feral, left here not five minutes ago, and ya ain't dead, yer standing here butt naked covered in blood. Who the fuck are you to be askin' questions?" Red was befuddled, what was going on here? He saw the half-eaten leg with its buzzing flies, and then traces of blood on the boy's inner thighs and the mattress he was sitting on. He knew their meaning: the boy had been raped. Since when did ferals have sex with humans and did not kill them at first sight?

"I'm Alex, Alex Masseria. I was taken by that feral, he did things to me."

"I reckon you say the truth. That's an interesting and unusual tale. Where're you from? Were you alone when you were taken?"

"No, I'm…" Alex looked at the man and the machete held firmly and still raised as if he was a menace. "You didn't tell me your name, yourself. What are you doing here?"

"Seems to me we just saved your skin. It should be enough for now, don't ya think? Now tell me what I want to know before I cut you," said Red menacingly and quite serious.

"I was lucky to escape the fire with three others; we lived in a farm a few miles away. We were in the open when the ferals found us; there were thousands of them. I was caught by that guy and my friends killed before my eyes, then he brought me here and did those things to me. You should not stay around. That feral horde cannot be too far. Perhaps he went to fetch them? Let me go, I don't need you, I can take care of myself."

Alex was trapped but he had no intention to tell the truth to that guy. His instinct told him those men were probably no less dangerous than Ivor Thorvald, only of a different kind. He had made up this story in the hope it would worry them enough to leave him alone and stay away from Saint Xavier, go back to where they came from.

"That's quite a nice tale, you tell."

"Please, let me go. I've got nothing more to say, nothing to offer." Alex's words did not seem to have much effect on Red so he tried a different approach. "I'm hungry, if you could give me some food, perhaps a shirt to put on, then I'll be on my way. I won't be a burden to you. I have to thank you for getting rid of that feral. He hurt me, he hurt me bad, as you said, certainly, he would have killed me."

Red was smiling.

"Sorry, but if you have nothing more to tell me, your life becomes worthless to us. Which means we can have some fun before we eat you. Whatcha think, guys? Take away some of that grime and smell and I'd say he'll look rather well fed and pretty. You don't meet many like that nowadays. How can that be?"

"Sure thing, Red, he could make a tasty roast!"

"Let's wash him up first; I want to have a go at that cutie's ass!"

"Good idea. We rarely have the occasion of playing with the food before we eat it." Echoed the two men behind Red, they were among those few, who had shared his peculiar taste for "long pig" a few times. They were his first choice to come with him on this expedition.

Alex's hunch was being verified, he was going from bad to worse.

"So, do you have something to trade before we finish the feral's job?"

"You're joking? You don't eat people… Please, leave me alone. Don't kill me. I'll do whatever you want." Alex's voice was trembling and he was getting desperate, he had seen it in the man's eyes, that guy was deadly serious about everything he said. He even doubted that telling him the truth would change anything, as his gaze darted right and left searching desperately for a way out that did not exist.

"Catch him," ordered Red.

Immediately the two men with him were jumping on Alex, who, defeated, offered no resistance, and was brought forward.

"True, you stink, that feral put his smell on you, we'll need to scrub it off." Red, with one hand, raised the boy's chin. "You're a pretty one that's for sure; it'll be worth the effort. We have the whole day to enjoy your mouth and ass. Then you'll go to the pan, literally. You sure you don't want to spill it up? I know you haven't told us what really happened. I'm very good at that, a kind of sixth sense."

"I could change my story, invent something but what would I get from it?"

"Depends on what you have to say. You probably know that we're close to that posh school, in fact, wouldn't be surprised if that's where you came from. We need information on that school, as much as we can get. It could save your life. That's up to you." Alex did not answer, for a moment his brain was overheating with a thousand thoughts weighing the pros and cons, while Red's hand was sampling the goods. "Lots of good meat on you, perhaps it would be better for us that you stayed silent."

What the hell, tell them what they want to hear, there's only a few of them. What harm can they do? Cannibals. Probably just looking for food. I need to play for time; an opportunity might come up.

"What do you want to know? What for?"

"So, you come from that school, do ya?"

"As you said."

"Good. I'm listening."

"Wait a minute. What do I get in return?"

"A painless death."

"No, please, don't kill me. I'll tell you everything I know."

"How did that feral catch you?"

"He sneaked into the school; grabbed me; he had a knife; took me away. He is not the usual feral, that one. I knew him from before."

"A parent?"

"No, of course not, he was a rich guy that came to the school, he bought some of the boys' services with his money, I guess. He was friends with Mister Fisher."

"Mister Fisher?"

"He's the headmaster. He rented boys to that guy."

"I see. That feral is like us then, he likes young'uns. How strange, a feral that likes boys."

"You can say that. I won't say one more word if you don't promise to let me go once I've told you what you want. Also, I need to go to the creek and wash away this awful smell."

Red saw no reason to refuse that small favor. This encounter was a windfall and could produce the answers they had come to find without taking any risks. Although it would not change the outcome for the kid, Red was not like Neary who bargained with a boy and a cop. This one would end up in his stomach, but first he would play his game.

"Niko, Travis, take him to the creek. Then I'll hear his story. Watch him closely and stay on your guard. There might be ferals around and the school might have sent a search party for the kid."

Alex, as soon as he left the shack was ready for a sprint but two more men were outside. The guy called Niko had taken Ivor's piece of rope with him and was tying it around his neck to use it as a leash.

"Lead the way, boy, and doncha try nuttin, your life is worthless, and nuttin would please me better than ta end it."

The small creek was not far. It was hot already and the cold water rather agreeable as Alex took off the grime and dried blood mixed with semen. He plunged his buttocks in the cool water and carefully explored his battered anus, trying to evaluate the damage. As the dulled pain receded, out of despair, a strange and terrible idea came to him.

Why did they show such interest in Saint Xavier? How did they come to learn of it? He had seen the guy's eyes light up when he talked of eating him. Perhaps they were cannibals by choice? He had heard of such people. Did they come to get boys and eat them? Could it be that simple? Could he bargain for his life if he procured them other boys? Could he entice Matthew, Sven, and Brett–let's add Anthony–outside the school and give them up? This prospect was, at the same time, ludicrous, tempting, impossible, and abominable. Still, his mind studied all the possibilities. He was desperate enough and this crazy idea as well as many others filled his brains, none of them satisfactory and some, such as this one, leaving a bad aftertaste.

"Hurry up, we ain't got all day," said Niko.

Alex finished rinsing his hair, his body was clean, but his mind was a mess.

***

Miles was not back in bed five minutes, cuddling with Brett after their intense and unexpected sex interlude, when his radio buzzed.

"What is it again?" he said gruffly, going for it over a sleeping Matthew. "Dunn here."

"It's Max, we have a boy missing."

"Chandler, I know it's a mystery but it's been three days now. Why call me so early. I'm taking the day off anyway. I'm sure you can manage without me."

"Three days? No, we're not talking of the same boy. Mine's Alex Masseria, he went missing yesterday afternoon."

"Alex? I know him." Miles was about to jump off the bed but finally settled back. "We checked the whole place for ferals; I don't see what could have happened to him. I trust you to find him. Keep me informed."

"Very well, there's something else."

"Tell me," replied Miles with a furrowed brow.

"Your friend, Louise Simons, she got a fever this morning. The doc seemed worried when I saw him."

"I'll go see her right away and talk with Doc. I should have called for news. Gather all the information you can on the boy. I'll be in touch." Miles closed the radio with a concerned face and turned to the boys who had finally awakened. "Sorry, but I have to go, boys, no day off for me, not yet."

"It's of no importance," said Sven, rubbing half-closed eyes, "There will be other occasions."

"Did he say, Louise?" asked Matthew.

"Yes, she has a fever. I need to go see the doc."

"Is it serious?" demanded Sven, now fully awake.

"I hope not."

"We're going with you," said Brett, leaving the bed with the other two to get dressed.

Miles, like the boys, felt the grip of anxiety. What would he do if he lost Louise? He knew that a fever after a gunshot was not a good sign. Probably some shrapnel left in the wound or something like that. They were lucky to have Walford among the refugees, and with a little bit of luck, he certainly could save the day. That is what Miles wanted to think as he closed the door.

Ten minutes later, they were at the infirmary.

***

Raymond was enjoying the first rays of the sun through the open window, Chandler's body draped around his own. The boy was not quite broken yet but there were encouraging signs. Sex had been fantastic that night; the kid had done everything he asked of him without remonstration. It was enough to satisfy Raymond for now. That and the fact that, here, at Eagle House he was free to do whatever he wanted with him and others.

Raymond's visit to the whorehouse the previous evening had been strangely exciting. All those boys offered to satisfy the lustful desires of their "clients," picked up and returned, some with tears in their eyes. It had been a terrible sight but also extremely arousing. He had watched for a time the comings and goings of Shirley's boys, their attitudes, and the rented boys reactions. He had been tempted to take a second boy for the night and finally renounced, as he still had the futile, absurd hope that Chandler would embrace and return his love one day. Adding other boys to the mix was certainly a bad idea, he knew he could visit the place alone later, to make his choice and satiate his liberated libido.

Those thoughts inflated a morning wood that required his attention. It was time for some action. He kissed the still sleeping Chandler on the mouth, gently forcing it open. The boy awakened, and for once did not try to pull away.

"Good morning, my love. Did you sleep well?" asked Raymond with one hand and finger already enjoying the boy's bum, crack, and still slippery hole. "Seems there's no need of any more lube, you're ready for me. Let me take those off."

Tools fetched the key on the side table, out of reach of the boy, and freed the manacles that restrained him to the bedpost. You were never too careful and it was a reasonable precaution. As soon as he was done, he put the boy in position, lying on the bed facing him, legs on his shoulders, and a pillow under his soft bum cheeks. He slipped in easily, as the boy's chute had been well used and stretched during the previous evening. Raymond started pounding away, quickly reaching a good rhythm. He would have liked to see the boy show some enthusiasm, participate, hopefully it would happen in time.

Settling into a somewhat slower steady cadence, Tools wondered if in the end, forcing the boy might not add to his excitement. It certainly brought more spice to the sex. From his position, he could observe the boy's expressions at leisure, a mix of conflicting emotions, anger, and certainly shame also, but mostly acceptance and quite a bit of pleasure. Tools had learned which spot he had to hit with his hard tool, and which part of the child's sweet body to stimulate, to see the kid's pecker stand up, vibrate, and finally bring him to orgasm, resulting in a few clear drops of liquid leaking out or ending on his flat belly: a very satisfactory sight.

When he thought of all those years lost when he was not consciously aware of his desire for boys. He regretted all the missed occasions: the faces, bodies of boys now grown up and gone, that he could have enjoyed. What a waste! Not anymore, Chandler would be his main course, for now, with many others as side dishes. That boy was a delight despite his defiant attitude and a joy to dominate, use at his leisure.

"On your belly and raise your butt," he ordered, pulling out his member with a squishy sound. "Hurry up!"

Chandler complied, soon displaying his gorgeous ass for the man's appreciation. Tools gave it a gentle pat. "Good stuff," he said, pushing apart the plump and firm cheeks to expose the gaping anus. He plunged in, going deep in one go, pumping in and out. The boy was softly moaning under him whether from pain or pleasure he did not care. Chandler was his possession now, to do with as he pleased and the kid was beginning to understand that hard fact. Perhaps in due time he would accept it and behave accordingly. Tools paused, and thought that Chandler staying in the whorehouse with other boys submitted to the same fate could help.

Tools was getting close but did not want this moment to end yet. He pulled out again.

"On your side, let's try something new; hold your knees close to you."

Placing a second pillow under the boy's midsection to raise him further and get him in position. He held the boy in his arms, one circling his back, the other around his thighs under his bent knees.

"Perfect, stay like that," he said, there was no way the boy could escape him as his rigid, long and slightly curved member entered and he could feel each of his energetic thrusts shake the boy while he kissed Chandler's lips greedily.

It lasted for a good five minutes before he felt his juices rise again and pulled out.

"Finish me with your mouth," he ordered, rearranging the pillows to recline comfortably against them while waiting for the boy's attention.

"It's dirty," said Chandler in a small voice.

"It's all yours. What are you disgusted about? Use the sheet to wipe it off, if you wish, and get to work."

Reluctantly, Chandler obliged, doing his best to erase any trace of the cock's journey up his chute.

"Good boy, now lick it up and gobble it. I want it as far as possible down your throat before I deliver my load."

Chandler glowered at him as he bent down and sniffed the gorged and glistening member, then stuck his tongue out and tentatively tasted the tip.

Looking at him at that moment was almost enough for Raymond to climax, there was no time to lose.

"Go for it, boy, take it all!"

Seeing the lack of response from the boy, he simply pushed Chandler's head down, slamming his glans on his palate and sliding further as he felt his copious discharge. He held him firmly in place for a few seconds of pure bliss. Those were an eternity for the gagging boy, who pulled away as soon as the pressure let go, coughing and spraying cum through his mouth and nose, which greatly amused Tools.

"Let's take you back. I got work to do this morning. I'll come pick you up for more later on. I must say you've met my expectations, for once. Keep behaving that way and your life might improve noticeably. We could spend some wonderful moments together. I still don't understand why you turned your back on me. It could have been very different from the start. You gave me no choice. I'm so happy to have you with me."

Chandler did not answer as he wiped his face and nose on the sheets. Raymond's speech was ridiculous and irrational. How could he still hope to get his affection by treating him that way? He kept his thoughts to himself, he had decided to keep a low profile and let the man think he had a chance.

***

Shirley was putting on her strap, getting ready to mount the boy again. Harvey had left him in her care for part of the night. She found him to be the perfect replacement for her lost boy: about the same size, with a nice body and good looks.

"I miss Cole. What if we did to Greyson what we had planned for Cole?"

"You just got him. Don't you want to keep him for a while?" asked Harvey, who seriously considered the question.

"I don't say we have to do it right away. It's just a thought I had."

"I don't think it's a good idea. He was given to me to be punished. It's only a temporary situation. Of course accidents can happen."

"Anyway, he's been a lot of fun during your absence, I plowed him for a long time; he might be starting to like that."

"Hope he doesn't like it too much it would spoil part of the fun."

"Didn't you want to make him your bitch?"

"I do, but he doesn't have to like it, on the contrary, I'd prefer him to hate it. Did he make a lot of noise?"

"Much less than you expected."

They were in the nurse's apartment. The Teachers' House was deserted, Grayson could make as much noise as he wanted, no one would hear him or come to his help.

"Too bad I was busy; I would have liked to be here when you used your strap-on."

"Sorry, I should have waited for you but I wanted it so much. He had always refused before, that was very frustrating."

"I don't have much time."

"If you want a go at him first, I can wait."

"No, I want to see you use it with him. I'll have him suck me while you plow his ass; that will be good enough."

"He's sleeping, the little darling, how do you want to wake him?"

"The same way as you do, I expect, like we did to Cole. One of us at each end and going in together. Is there a better way to wake up?"

"I had forgotten we had done that to Cole. Poor thing, he was stoned most of the time. We should get much more of a reaction from this one."

"You are certainly right. Let's surprise him and give him his breakfast," said Harvey, rubbing his bulging crotch and unfastening his belt.

They entered the bedroom in silence. Grayson was lying on the bed, naked, both hands manacled to the bedpost.

"Did you give him something?"

"No, I told you, I wanted him fully conscious this time. I learned a lot with Cole, I can handle him now."

"Let's get in place."

"Do we take off the manacles?"

"No, but I'll need Cole's gag ring."

Shirley rummaged through a drawer full of sex paraphernalia.

"Here it is."

Harvey was taking off his underpants, freeing his erect penis. He walked to the head of the bed and cautiously climbed on the king-sized bed straddling Grayson's chest with his sex poised in front of Grayson's mouth. There was more than enough room for him.

"Ready?" he asked softly.

Shirley, having a hard time not to burst out laughing went to the other end trying not to have the bed bounce when she approached Grayson put the tip of her strap-on in place against the boy's pucker.

"Ready." she answered.

"Now, go for it!" announced Harvey.

They both plunged in.

Harvey knew he was exposed to the kid's reflex of snapping his mouth shut, at the risk of getting seriously hurt by the teeth. He had learned the technique of how to avoid that previously with some of the kids. You had to be fast and precise but it was not that difficult. He put the gag ring in place to stop Greyson from closing his mouth while, with a good grip on the hair, he filled the boy's mouth with his whole length, to the gullet. The face of the surprised kid you face fucked was always a great reward; not understanding what was happening and reaching for air.

Shirley was no less invasive, busting open the boy's sphincter and pushing ahead holding him firmly by the hips.

Grayson woke up in panic and total confusion, his breathing cut off and his rear end on fire. With his hands manacled and Shirley sitting on his legs, Harvey on his chest, he had no choice than to wait for his tormentors to be done. He was beyond shame or anger. He was crying pitifully and felt his bladder let go under him.

"Motherfucker, he pissed himself!" exclaimed Harvey, thrilled to add one more humiliation to the bunch. Merciless, he was taking advantage and feeding the poor boy more of his meat, feeling the oncoming spasms of a formidable orgasm, he waited until he had spent all his seed before pulling out.

Shirley, for her part was still pumping in and out, not disgusted at all by the urine seeping through the sheets.

Harvey, still holding Grayson by his hair, was looking at his face, at the tears streaking down his cheeks.

"God, I love it. You're right we should go one step further and snuff a kid."

"Why not this one?"

"Too complicated and he's too much fun, I'm not done with him. I want to take away all he's got. As you said, I'll keep him as my bitch until I get tired of him. Also, you do not want it advertised, do you?"

"Not if it can be avoided. It will be something special, just between us."

"I agree, although I think we have the clout to do everything we want, by now, with our brigade. Our boys are everywhere, supervising the school. Dunn has not reacted, Simons is bedridden. Even Fisher, with Max, Greg and his followers, would not dare to stop us."

"Who then? One of the refugees?"

"That's a possibility but I have a better idea. There's a farm we visited with Greg and Tools, not too far from here, we found a mother and her kids and played with them for quite a bit. I believe they would have been goners without Tools intervention. I was about to choke one to death, Greg's method with plastic bags, when he stopped me. I was pissed. It's not impossible they survived the fire and the ferals, they were south from here."

"You would go and fetch one for me?"

"Both, if you want, that's a clear possibility. It would take me a few hours though with some of our boys to back me up. As I said we're rather busy and will be for the next few days, I can't tell you when it might become possible."

"Doesn't matter, I like the idea. How exciting it is! Come into my arms."

They embraced and kissed passionately, Harvey seated on Grayson's back, with Shirley on his legs plowing away as she felt her orgasm take over.

***

Max was waiting for Greg. He was an early riser and did not need much sleep. After a last loving bonding tryst, he left Lewis in bed at six and went to do his morning exercises, mostly running. He met the doc when going for his shower and learned of Louise's condition. The missing kid had still not showed up and that worried him, more than Fisher and Dunn, it appeared, but he had done his job and warned them.

His night with Lewis had been quite satisfying. He was young, younger than his usual partners but more man than boy, not one of those underdeveloped, hairless children appreciated by Ivor, Fisher, Dunn, and quite a few others here.

What had become of Ivor? he often wondered. Did he die during the attack? That was a strong possibility. Max had searched for him among the hundreds of bodies that littered the ground all around, without result. He still hoped that he was alive somewhere. Would that be a good thing? Was not death better than such a life? He did not have the answer to that question.

Shirley's boys were taking their positions all over the school. Everything was under control. The balance of power had clearly shifted in their favor. The only question left was whether or not Dunn was going to show some nerve. Without Simons, Max did not think so. That was the most reasonable thing to do. Why would he risk his new way of life for the refugees, strangers, whose fate was not his concern?

"Max, you're here." It was Lewis with stars in his eyes. For Max, he was just an agreeable convenience. The teen, for his part was smitten and could not hide that fact. He came to him and they kissed shamelessly, a feat for Lewis who had always been careful to hide his true feelings and homosexuality.

"This is an important day for the school, we'll see if it unravels as Fisher predicted."

"It could end in a blood bath," said Lewis.

"I would say it's unlikely for today, and if all goes smoothly and without incident we can be optimistic for the next ones."

"Tell me, why did you choose Fisher's side?"

Max was quite aware of the boy's ambivalence and hesitation. He was in Fisher's camp because he was a close friend of Greg, and he had feelings for him that he had confessed during the night, it was not really his choice.

"You're so young; my life has taught me that human nature is not to be trusted. People are bad at the core. Take back the sheen of civilization and they revert to savagery, where only the law of the strongest prevails. That is exactly what is going on here. There's no place left for goodwill and solidarity. You have to be on top of the food chain to survive."

"That's a pessimistic view on life. We've been holding up rather well until now. If it wasn't for Fisher…

"After all you kids have gone through, it's only a question of time before chaos takes over, you'll oppose each other, or someone will come and try to take what you have. You learned real fear, as well as to fight, to kill. Only if someone takes the lead and sets new and uncompromising rules, taking into account the new situation and making you strong enough, can you hope to overcome the challenges ahead. That's realistic. I'm afraid you'll soon learn it by yourself: hope for the best but prepare and expect the worst."

***

Louise Simons was enraged. Her body was letting her down at the worst time. She was cooped up in the infirmary, useless when the school needed her. She did not doubt that Fisher, now that the feral problem had been resolved, was about to move his pawns and try to take the advantage. That's what she would do with one of her main opponents bedridden.

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in," she said. She was in a haze, certainly not in good shape.

A boy entered holding a tray.

"Who are you? What do you want?" she asked not too kindly.

"I'm Sasha, I came with Doc from Okatie. I've brought you something to eat."

"I'm not hungry."

"It's the doctor's orders," replied the boy setting the tray down, "Do your best."

"Tell me, what's going on outside?"

"Outside? Well, more of the same, I guess. It's still quite early. I heard we'll continue picking up the bodies of the ferals, we're all supposed to participate. The view and smell ain't too pleasant in many places."

"What else?" The boy hesitated, raising Louise's curiosity. "Come on, speak up."

"There are strange things going on."

"Strange? What do you mean?"

"I don't know if I should talk about it."

"Now that you've started…"

"It's probably nothing."

"You like to tease."

"I think Mister Fisher is not a good man."

"That's for sure. What makes you say that?"

"He's named Burt Algood as the refugees' representative. I heard them talk, he was menacing, and he took Esteban. I think he is blackmailing him. Then there's the black clad boys, suddenly they are all over the school."

As she listened to the boy, Louise had her worst fears confirmed.

"Sasha, you've been very helpful and I see you have a keen eye for that sort of thing. Keep watching and tell me all you hear that you consider meaningful. Now I need one more favor from you." She took hold of the boy's hand.

"If I can do it."

"Go fetch Mister Dunn for me; I need to talk with him."

"Sure thing; no problem."

No sooner had the boy opened the door than Miles Dunn was there escorted by Sven, Brett and Matthew.

Chapter 38

Miles and Sasha bumped into each other in the doorway of the infirmary, startling each other. Both were in a hurry, Miles on his way in to check on Louise's health, Sasha running out to fetch the marine. After suitable apologies, Miles looked over the boy's head taking in the many beds occupied by wounded boys as the smell of antiseptic assaulted his nose. A scene all too familiar for Miles, the aftermath of battle. He hoped most of them would make it and not suffer too severe lasting injuries, whether physical or psychological. He had to thank Walford for that. They were lucky to have him.

Miles had sudden flashbacks of such moments, of letters to be written, of words said to each of the young men he had led into battle.

Well, letters were a thing of the past, but before going to see Louise, and after a word with the doc, he took the time to visit each boy, compliment them on their courage and wish them a complete recovery.

"Louise how are you feeling? I just spoke with Walford, your fever is back up. He's going to give you new antibiotics," stated Miles, taking her hand. She was lying apart from the others in the examination room where a bed had been brought. They would be able to talk freely without anyone eavesdropping.

Sven, Brett, and Matthew, stood around the foot of the bed, worried for Louise.

"I'm not at my best, but that's not why I wanted to see you."

"Your health should be your priority."

"This is not the time to worry about that. Fisher is taking over. Haven't you seen it?"

"It would be difficult to miss."

"What are you going to do?"

"To tell you the truth, I was hoping to take a few days off. I think I've done enough."

"You did not choose the best time for that. Are you going to let him take over?"

"We just went through two major crises: the fire, the ferals. We're in no position to start a third one."

Louise was taken aback by Miles' words and becoming irritated.

"You cannot just sit back and see what happens! Think of the boys, you know what it would mean for them!"

"Let's be realistic. What do you want me to do? Carl is determined and backed by most of the boys. Notably the seniors. You were right from the beginning: we should have acted long ago. It is too late now."

"So, you've given up?"

"I did not say that. It is already a miracle that we survived so far, starting a conflict in the school would mean risking more lives and the future of Saint Xavier."

"I see, you have too much to lose. I can understand that." The sight of the man with the three boys around him was an appropriate angle of attack for Louise.

"You touched a weak spot, for sure. Despite all that happened, I must say I've never felt so lucky, tired but satisfied with this life. I never thought I would know such happiness. In a sense, and that's a terrible notion, I should thank the Shanxi flu. It opened doors for me I thought would stay forever closed. It doesn't mean I approve what Fisher is planning. It's just that I don't see how to oppose him without doing more harm than good. As you always said, we must put the boys first."

Louise had to acknowledge that Miles was right. There was no easy way out of this dilemma.

"What about the refugees, they could support you?"

"Some of them perhaps, but I don't know them and they're weaponless. No, what I really need is to have you by my side. Without your support I'll get nowhere. First you must recover, only then can we start talking about finding ways to stop Fisher. Sooner or later, he's bound to make a mistake and by showing his true face he might give us more leverage against him."

"You're too reasonable for me, Miles."

"Maybe, we already had that discussion. We must be patient. A premature clash might ruin our chances and there's more, starting a fight would mean casualties on both sides, more than I'm willing to accept. When we move it must be when we have the right cards up our sleeve, enough to avoid an open conflict. And that means you must first get well; that is certain to displease Carl."

Louise smiled, "Not forgetting Shirley."

"Yes, she's proved more resourceful than we thought. It's her brigade that's giving the orders outside and she's been recruiting while we were occupied with the fire and the ferals."

"Who's on our side?"

"Among the seniors, just those few you know already. Then we have the Warriors, they still have their weapons and are probably the best trained."

"We're not afraid," said Sven.

"I know, and it can help but not when you're facing four or five times as many opponents."

"We did it with the ferals," said Matthew.

"Fisher doesn't have that many supporters," said Brett.

"No, but most of the boys will follow his orders for gain, out of fear, or simply because it is the natural way of things."

"But victory with the ferals came down to you," said Matthew.

"I don't think most of them really know who gave the orders or who to thank for our success. I doubt Fisher will want to advertise the part I took in that. He's the headmaster, the one that rules the school for most people. Who does what, is not really their concern."

Sven showed he was still the boy leader of the group, "Then it is up to us, the Warriors, to tell everybody it is thanks to you that the school is still standing."

"That is a step in the right direction, yes. Talk to all the boys you know that could be steered to our side."

"That could take ages," objected Louise.

"It will take time certainly; I see no other acceptable option."

"If you kill Fisher, you solve the problem," said Louise bluntly.

"Killing him in cold blood and taking his place? What has he done, so far, that could justify taking his life? We're supposed to be the good guys. Is that the way you want to do it?"

"I wouldn't mind, I want him gone," said Matthew emphatically.

"Why do you say that?" said Miles, surprised by the boy's words and his tone.

"I had a bad incident with him, if Bob had not been there, I don't know what could have happened."

"You never told me."

"I didn't want to bother you … and … well … I was kind of afraid of him."

It was Louise's turn to make a point and with anger in her voice, she said, "You see, Miles, nothing will stop him. He is like a poison. If you don't eliminate him, little by little he'll take everything from you. He wants it all and knows how to get it."

Miles had taken Matthew in his arms, protectively, it was clear he had been stung. He had never thought Fisher would have dared menace or touch one of his boys.

"That guy needs to be taught a lesson. Unfortunately, what I said earlier is still valid. I'll talk to him, try once again to find a compromise, while we prepare to get rid of him one way or another. I'll keep him away from you Matthew, and from all our boys. I need you more than ever Louise, I'll go see Doc, we need to get you on your feet as soon as possible and there's something else I need to discuss with him."

"What's that?" asked Louise.

"I think he might join our side and with luck we might be able to call on the cavalry to come to our aid."

"The cavalry?"

"I'll tell you more when I've talked with him. Come on boys, Louise needs her rest. We have a lot to do, there will be no rest for us yet."

***

Greg had woken up with Will still cuddled against him. The boy had instinctively found him again as soon as he had returned to the bed and after two hours well spent with Milo who had performed in the way he desired.

Greg looked at his watch, he had about thirty minutes left before he was due to meet with Max and Harvey in the administration building. He did not expect any problem with this morning's task. As usual, Carl had done a thorough job preparing the way, all knew what they had to say and do to be successful. If possible, he wanted to avoid the use of Shirley's brigade and in particular Harvey. He did not trust that boy who had a tendency to cause tension and antagonism. What was needed to persuade the refugees was charm and tactfulness, something Greg was good at.

Without thinking about it, his hand was playing with Will's blond curls and the light fuzz at the back of his neck. It was not sexual, even when the hand went lower and tasted the smooth skin of the boy's back. His appreciation came from the child's simple presence by his side and his apparent yet surprising trust. For the first time he felt a powerful sense of fraternal protection, like he imagined for a younger brother. This was all quite new to him. He had always felt alone, disconnected from the others, not caring much for anyone else but himself. Even with Carl who was perhaps the only one he did not consider inferior. Others were mere pawns, just a means to get what he wanted or needed; but his attitude was changing, at least in regard to the small boy beside him.

One thing was for sure, Will would not be put in the whorehouse. He would take care of him, whatever their future may hold, whether they had sex at one point or not. Careful not to wake the boy, he got out of bed, dressed, and after one last look at the sleeping child, left the room.

Eagle House would still be quiet for a little longer. He could see only the guards in the corridor and the first boys with sleepy eyes going to the bathroom or showers. Omar and Stephan were talking as the black teen was fumbling with the locks of the whorehouse.

After acknowledging them with a brief nod of the head he left Eagle House. As he headed for the administration building, the weather was perfect with clear blue skies and a gentle breeze to attenuate the heat of the day.

***

Now that it was turning to a full-time job, Omar had taken over the role of Ke. He was fully in charge of the whorehouse and its occupants; or rather one should say whorehouses, since a second one would start this very day. A few more boys would be added to the existing one, but what really excited him was the prospect of having girls in the new one.

Boys had always been a degrading last resort he was reluctant to use and it would not be easy keeping his hands off the girls for the next days but he had no choice. If he overstepped his role, he was sure to lose the trust of Fisher and everything else. Fortunately, he had a plan to help him survive until it was open bar for girls, as it was already for the boys. Joao's mouth was to be his cum dump, used as often as needed. He would have preferred Esteban, the more girly of the bunch, with his smooth skin and glossy lips, but he was off limits. Fisher and Tool's pets were not to be touched.

Armed with expandable batons found in one of the captured trucks, and assisted by Ke and Acne Face, they were escorting the six boys to their much-needed morning shower. The evening and night activities had left traces on their young bodies. Traces that had to be cleansed before they were considered fit for use again.

"Come on, hurry up," Omar urged them, "we haven't got all day."

The boys were naked, it had been decided they would have no need of clothes anymore, except perhaps for special occasions. Omar was astonished by the indifference of the Eagle boys that they passed on their way. The only words spoken were by some seniors who praised their charms and announced a forthcoming visit to the whorehouse to sample their exposed assets, a few obscenities were proffered. There were a few smirks, but no one looked away or showed any discomfort. It was mostly indifference. They seemed to be barely noticed as if there was nothing out of the ordinary.

They made a stop at the bathroom, then entered the showers.

"You got ten minutes, no more, and I want you all squeaky clean for your customers, don't save on soap. We've been talking of giving you enemas too, you lucky pussies, we'll see how it can be set up. You can't say we're not taking good care of you." Omar was enjoying bossing them around and Acne Face was following suit with great delight.

"You're going to have company today, we count on you to show them what obedient little tarts you are," he said.

Ke was appalled and dismayed, he hated what he was doing and wanted out, but knew better than to let those feelings show.

"Joao, come over here, I need your pretty mouth," ordered Omar opening his zipper, "I'll see how good you are with it."

"Can I do that too?" asked Stephan, scratching his scarred face.

"Of course, that's our privilege, we have unlimited access to them and soon we'll have real pussies too." The idea was enough to boost Omar's libido, no sooner had Joao brought the erect penis to his lips than the black teen grabbed the Brazilian's head and fed him all his meat. The face fuck that followed was relentless.

Stephan had picked Chanchai who was on his knees pleasuring him.

"Come on Ke, you can do the same, you'll see, there's nothing better."

The boy was ignoring them, doing his job, and watching the four other boys taking their shower. He was not interested and wondering how he could escape from his role. He would have to ask Greg. He again bitterly regretted having left Bear House and his former friends.

Paul Carriers was watching the two teens and the two boys servicing them. He was happy that he had not been chosen but knew it was only a temporary respite. He had been used four times the previous evening. Two of the teens had been rather gentle with him but the other two had not minded hurting and humiliating him in various ways.

Paul had been stupid to volunteer that fateful barbecue night, hoping to get worthless privileges out of it. It had been a downward spiral since then and he had never thought it could end so low. He had crossed the path of at least two of his former so-called friends on his way to the showers. It was as if they had forgotten about him, not giving him more than a passing glance. He was a nobody, a thing that you could play with and then discard until the next time.

How could it be so? He was a Saint Xavier boy, not some refugee that did not belong here. Would there be an end to this nightmare? For a moment, he wished that the ferals had won the fight.

Omar and Stephan were putting their spent cocks back in their pants and the two boys were resuming their shower. A few minutes later the procession of naked boys was returning to the whorehouse.

Paul heard the door close and the lock click in place behind him.

"We got to do something, it can't go on like this," he blurted out, all eyes converging on him.

"The little kiddie can talk," said Chanchai condescendingly and with a strong accent.

"Yeah, but what he says is rubbish," said Joao. They were the oldest of the bunch, they had been Thorvald's property long before arriving at Saint Xavier. Their status was nothing new for them.

"Why do you say that? Do you like it?" asked Chandler.

"Like–no like–what difference does it make?" answered Chanchai.

"I can understand your point of view." Even if he did not know all the details of the boy's story, Chandler was aware of the difference of perspective there was between the privileged boys of Saint Xavier and Thorvald's houseboys. "Still, wouldn't you like it to change?"

"I don't know, I'm used to it. It was kind of the good life with Thorvald when you compare it to what had come before."

"And now?"

It was Joao who spoke up to answer Chandler, "We've been taught how to please men, that's our job. We're safe, they feed us, we don't have to carry dead bodies all day. It could be far worse."

"Even if you're happy with it, I'm not. What do you say, Peter, Esteban?" demanded Chandler.

"Do you think they could be listening to us?" asked Peter the youngest.

"What do you mean, listening to us? Who would that be?"

"Omar, or one of the others. Perhaps we should be careful about what we say in case they hear us."

Paul looked at Peter, sternly replying more than questioning, "Why would they do that? Don't you think they have better things to do?"

Paul jumped in to answer for Peter, "Of course not, we can talk freely."

Chandler took over, "Don't you agree we must put a stop to this?"

Esteban was quick to answer, "Good luck. I'm afraid there's nothing much that can be done at the moment."

Chandler, taking a step toward Esteban, replied, "We can jump Omar and Stephan, grab their guns and run. No one would dare shoot us."

"But if they did shoot?" asked Peter.

"Where would you go?" asked Esteban.

"To Bear House, to Dunn," said Chandler.

"We would never get that far," objected Chanchai.

"Why would he help us?" asked Esteban.

"Because he helped me, once before," replied Chandler. "He took me in and away from Tools."

"What are you doing here, then? Clearly it wasn't successful," said Peter.

"For sure," chimed in Chanchai.

Chandler had nothing to say to that.

"So, you're going to do nothing," said Paul, miffed. "Let them do with you whatever they want."

"Could be," said Joao.

"I'll wait it out, for my part," said Esteban.

"Same for us," said Joao with Chanchai.

"I don't know," said Peter.

Paul and Chandler went back to their beds sulking and powerless. New boys were expected, perhaps they were going to have more luck with them.

***

Red wanted to see the school with his own eyes before talking to the kid. Since the boy liked to tell stories he thought better to get a hang of their objective with his own eyes first.

Looking at the surrounding forest it was hard to imagine that the school had not already burned to the ground. If so, it would put an end to their investigation, they would have the rest of the day to play with the kid and barbecue him when they got tired of it. Red rather liked that agenda.

He left the others at the shack and took the direction of Saint Xavier with Travis.

The smell of burnt wood and cinders that had prevailed so far was changing. As they got nearer, an underlying sour and disagreeable one was added as they met with the first feral bodies and the Bradleys' tracks.

"What the hell?" wondered Red aloud on spotting a feral corpse torn to pieces by heavy machine gun fire.

"Been here two days, at least, I'd say," answered Travis. "That ain't no fire."

"You're right, let's move on."

The further they went, the more bodies they met and the stronger the smell became. Bullets traveled far and some stray ones had found their mark a good distance from the battlefield.

A few minutes later they could see the outline of the school through the scorched trees and right in front of them the site where the explosives blew to smithereens hundreds of ferals while the boys bullets mowed them down. The scene was apocalyptic with all the bodies whole or in parts lying around the craters made by the explosions.

Red's hands tightened on his gun.

"Jeez what the hell happened here? Seems the kid didn't lie when he talked of thousands of ferals."

Red went to his knees and took out his binoculars. They were to the left of the main gate, there was some activity with trucks coming in and out. He immediately spotted the Bradley positioned there and sentinels around the perimeter. The buildings were still standing and did not seem to have suffered from the fire. Feral bodies littered the ground in front of the school walls, and were being picked up and put onto the back of trucks. What lay beyond the walls they could not see.

"What'ya make of it?" asked Travis.

"Gonna be a hell of a bite to swallow. Perhaps too big for us. Tho' might be what we've been looking for. Let's take a closer look."

Might not get to eat the kid after all. Not today, at least. He knows too much, Roy's gonna want to talk with him.

"How many are in there, do ya reckon?"

"If they won that battle there's gotta be hundreds and they got weapons and ammo. I'll see what I can get from the kid, you yonder round, see if ya can see anything that might interest us. Report back to me at the shack when you're done."

"Will do, Red."

"Don't get close and keep outta sight."

Red watched Travis start his reconnaissance, leaving fifteen minutes later after he thought he had seen all he could from this position. He was anticipating a long and interesting interview with Alex.

***

It was morning and Anthony needed to talk to Dunn before joining the effort to clean the school. He discovered Dunn had already left for the infirmary to check on Miss Simons and so he set off in that direction with Mikey in tow.

As he was crossing the quad, he saw Riichi coming towards him.

"Hi Anthony, I've been looking for you, can we have a word in private?" said the Japanese boy.

"Sure, why not. Wait here Mikey, I won't be long."

Moments later, Riichi delivered his short message, "Mister Fisher wants to meet you in the Chapel. Right now, and alone, he said."

"It's been ages since I talked with him. He must be missing me."

"Maybe. He won't be there for long, you should hurry."

"I'm dying with anticipation," Anthony said with irony.

Once Riichi left, he returned to Mikey.

"Go to the infirmary, hold Dunn there for me, I should join you shortly with an interesting tale. He'll certainly want to hear it."

"What if he's already left?" asked the boy.

"Then wait for me and we'll go look for him together."

Anthony hurried towards the Chapel. He hoped Carl had waited for him. What better source of information could there be?

"Anthony, my dear boy, it's been a long time since we met. Have you been avoiding me?"

"Well, like you, I've been quite busy and I didn't have anything of interest to tell you."

Carl took the boy in his arms letting his hands roam and grope shamelessly. He French kissed him and Anthony responded, masking his true feelings.

"You've grown and filled up well in such a short time. I've been told, you've also shown the same inclination as myself concerning younger boys. Good times are coming for us, it's only the beginning."

"I'm looking forward to it."

"So, tell me, our friend Dunn, What is his mood? What are his plans? Is he still thinking badly of me?"

"I'd say he is tired and wants some peace and quiet with his boys. You've not been on his agenda for some time now, let's not forget he's been quite busy too."

"That's good news, I hope your assessment of the situation is correct."

"That's how I see it."

"Events should accelerate in the next few days. I'm taking over. There will be no more committee and some extreme changes concerning the refugees, plus a few other matters."

"Really? I think I caught a glimpse of that when I visited Eagle House yesterday evening. Omar wasn't exactly pleased."

"I'm not surprised, for him and all the others you deserted to Dunn's side? You're still with me?"

"Of course, sir, I have been since the beginning."

"How do you think Dunn will react?"

"He's not going to like it, that's for sure, but with Miss Simons bedridden he should stay quiet. She's the one that really hates you."

"I know that and I don't like her either."

"I wouldn't touch any of those close to him though, it could change his view on things. With the Warriors on his side, it could be a real problem for you."

"I see, I'll keep that in mind." It's exactly what I wanted to hear. Have my fun with Matthew again or any of the others and Dunn won't be able to control himself. That could be the right way to get rid of him.

"Anything else I can do for you?"

"Have you seen Alex recently?"

"Alex, no, not really. Why?"

"He seems to have disappeared since yesterday afternoon.

"Disappeared?

"No one's seen him. What do you think?

"He can be a bit moody but other than that I don't have any explanation."

"Seems a search party is required then." Carl caressed the boy's cheek. "And now slip down your shorts and bend over, I'm sure you still like a daddy big one from time to time. Could you believe it, I've never had sex in this Chapel before. Let's spill some juice and baptize this place, it is long overdue."

Anthony obliged, he was not happy about it, though doing it in the Chapel was exciting. He knew too that his noticeable erection would reassure Carl.

The man took him vigorously, it was a fast affair and they climaxed together.

"You're still one of the best," said Carl, wiping his cock on the boy's tee shirt and zipping up.

"Thank you, sir."

"You need to reconcile with Greg. I'm sure he's sorry for what he did to you. He's changed."

"If you say so, I might give it a try."

"No, he is the one that should come to you. I'll talk to him. Now go; I'll see you again soon."

Anthony left, feeling the man's cum run down his leg. He did not care about that, it was nothing. He had a large smile on his face as he hurried toward the infirmary

***

Nine young women and girls had been told to stay in the dormitory. They were to be given new tasks for the day. The news was well received. None of them wanted to carry bloated and decaying bodies all day and they watched the men and boys leave to go to work with some relief.

For Greg, who had given them the news, it had all gone smoothly. Half were already smitten with him, and his charm offensive would soon win the rest over.

Four boys had been added to the group, as well as the little kids among the refugees. All were curious about the instructions they would be given.

Greg looked at them, he had gained their trust with a few words and was evaluating their worth. Apart from the very young kids, their ages ranged from ten to thirty-three. Not all were as pretty as one would like, but for frustrated heterosexual boys that was not an issue. A few were of greater interest, especially young Nancy, who he was eager to know more intimately. The four boys were wondering why they had been singled out and were standing together. Their good looks spoke for them and they would be valuable additions to the whorehouse. The little kids were playing a game, oblivious of the impending change. Most of them were already paired with one of the women present and it was only natural to leave them together. It would also serve Carl's long-term goals.

Greg spoke alone, he had arranged that Harvey and Max stay out of sight, as well as any boy from Shirley's brigade.

"Well girls and boys, thank you for waiting. I did not want to speak in a crowded room. I'll ask you to gather your belongings and follow me to Eagle House. We have prepared a new dormitory for you there; Mister Fisher thought it would suit you better and give you more privacy, something we cannot offer you here."

"What about us?" asked a lovely twelve-year-old boy, "I don't want to be with the girls and the little ones."

"Of course not; you'll have your own place. It is too crowded in here. You'll be much better for it, don't worry."

"So, we're going to Eagle House?" asked Nancy, "All of us?"

"Yes, that's right."

"Good, I'll get my things." Without delay the girl was walking to her bed and gathering her meager possessions, thus giving the signal to the others to do the same without any further questions.

Piece of cake, thought Greg, surprised by Nancy's unexpected eagerness.

Ten minutes later they were on the move in a joyous mood, meeting with Max and Harvey waiting outside, who were impressed by what appeared to be Greg's effortless achievement.

"How did you manage that?" asked Max.

"Easier than you would think," answered Greg, amused by the unsettled look on Harvey's face. "Follow us, but at a distance," he said to the boy, "and once they're in, no one's supposed to come out again."

"Of course. I'll make sure of that."

"Always softly, we don't want any incident today."

"Your orders, sir."

The little group was soon at Eagle House, the way having been cleared of dead bodies. Work was progressing rapidly, most of the school would be cleared in a day or two, then would come the task of clearing the area outside the perimeter. The sight and smell were enough to spur on everyone to finish as soon as possible. Even some of the black clad figures, although exempted, could occasionally be seen lending a hand.

"You're upstairs on the second floor," said Greg as they entered Eagle House.

The place was mostly deserted. Everyone was at work.

Nancy looked around inquisitively. Despite being suspicious of Greg's intentions, she liked the idea of getting inside Eagle House. No need for Anthony anymore, she would be able to search for the missing boy herself. The only problem was that she did not really know what he looked like. Somehow, she would need to get a photo of him.

Though curious to see the accommodation, Nancy had not forgotten Arthur's warnings and was on her guard, attentive. On reaching the second floor she saw a pudgy Asian boy who held open a door at the end of the corridor. He smiled at them; it seemed they had arrived at their destination.

Unaware of their fate, Nancy was not the only one pleased to be moving. At least two girls were relieved to get away from their abusers. Abusers who had taken advantage of them for days now, by playing the role of protector when they first arrived at Saint Xavier.

"Girls and little kids only," announced Greg, "I hope you'll find the place to your liking. Tell this young man if you need anything." Greg and Ke had positioned themselves judiciously so as to hide the heavy locks on the door.

Greg turned to the four boys left in the corridor as the last girl entered and the door closed. His charming smile was gone. Near the stairs Harvey had appeared with four guards.

"Let's get down to business," said Greg, pushing them toward the other heavily locked door.

"What…" started one of the boys when Greg clapped him on the head before he could finish.

"Not a word, you do what you're told. I don't want to hear you. I'm the only one doing the talking."

Meanwhile Ke was unlocking the door.

"Leave your stuff here, get in and take off your clothes, you won't need them anymore."

Omar and Stephan had appeared. The boys were surrounded.

"Appealing ones," said the black prefect.

"You can say that. Too bad you're not interested. Once they're naked, check to be sure they don't have any hidden defects that passed our first evaluation. Otherwise, they can be put to work this evening," said Greg.

The boys stood open mouthed in shock, not quite understanding what was going on as they saw the six naked boys already inside, seated on their beds.

"You're lucky, no more work for you, boys," said Stefan. "You'll just have to open your mouths and offer your asses. What could be better? Come on, strip, let us see the merchandise."

The boys were cornered and had no alternative but to comply. Reluctantly they slowly undressed and saw their clothes and other belongings taken away.

"What if we put a mark on them and the others, so that everybody knew they were just fuckmeat?" suggested Acne Face.

"Mark them like cattle? That could be fun," replied Omar, catching one boy by his hair and turning him around, "Where would you put it?"

"On the bum?"

"It would be a waste, the neck perhaps?"

"Stop playing with them," said Greg, "they'll have enough to endure later."

At that moment they were interrupted by the arrival of Carl Fisher. His eyes lingered on the naked flesh of the new boys, before he took Greg aside.

"Seems to me everything worked out fine."

"Yes, no problem so far but now comes the difficult part. Will you talk to them?" asked Greg.

"That's why I'm here, yes. We just need to play for time, let them become accustomed to their new status a little bit at a time over the next two or three days. If possible, avoid a clash by using subterfuge for as long as we can."

"Most of them are not stupid, they'll soon know something's wrong."

"If it doesn't go as smoothly as we would like, we'll change our attitude and show them who's boss and that they should behave accordingly. There are plenty of ways we can do that."

"Don't you fear some reaction from the other refugees?"

"They'll be too tired by the end of the day to think about anything else and we picked our new guests carefully. There shouldn't be any consequences. Come with me."

After knocking and entering, Carl's speech was short and to the point.

"Welcome to Eagle House, ladies, make yourselves at home. This place is all yours to do as you please. Like all of us you had some difficult days, I decided to give you this day off from any duties, so that you could settle down and rest. Take care of the little ones, they need it and you are the best fit for that as you already well know. I'll ask you not to leave this dormitory for the moment. We'll have to do some adjustments in the house policies to avoid any embarrassment, this is a boys' place and they are not yet used to your feminine presence, it will be done shortly."

"Can I go out? I need to see Arthur," asked Nancy.

"Arthur? Of course, I'll tell him you want a word with him, I'll send him to you here, he is a busy young man but I'm sure he'll find the time. Very well, I'll leave you to enjoy your day of freedom."

Carl was out and closing the door before any other question could be asked.

"Do not lock the door, yet," he said to Omar, "two guards should be enough to keep them inside for now."

***

Alex was hanging on a tree branch with only his toes touching the ground. His stretched arms and tied wrists ached and he saw no happy conclusion to his predicament. Whether he talked or not there was no guarantee he would be set free or even spared his life. He had hoped to escape by using one of the few tricks taught by Dunn to the Warriors but there had been no occasion to do so. He was miserable and pessimistic when Red returned.

"Whatcha find? Is it still standin'?" asked the men.

"It is and we're gonna need the boy to tell us more. Reckon he ain't gonna be entertainin' us till he's seen Roy, the boss'll wanna hear his story face to face."

"He's already got the other one for that."

"Yeah, but two's better, he's gonna wanna cross-check what they say and get the right picture. If we decide to take it, we'll need good information. From what I saw, that school ain't gonna be easy pickins. How long he ben hangin?"

"Since ya left."

"You ain't played with him?"

"Ain't touched him yet."

"Good, I got a few questions ta ask. We'll go back to base as soon as Travis gits back."

Red took out his machete as he walked towards Alex.

"You comfortable, boy?" he asked.

"I've certainly known better," answered the boy, his eyes on the blade.

Red came behind him holding him with one arm around his torso. With a swift movement he cut the cord and let him find back his footing.

"Come with me; I got some questions for ya."

Alex wanted to sprint away but with his wobbly legs and tired arms it was not an option. He joined the man sitting on a fallen tree.

"What do you want?" he asked. He had decided that he had no choice but collaborate or at least appear to do so. He did not want to be hurt again and knew these men would stop at nothing to make him talk. He was no hero after all, just a little boy lost in an impossible situation. "What use can Saint Xavier be to you? The five of you," he added, emphasizing the number.

"Yeah, there's five of us now and how many's in that school?"

"You saw it. There are many of us, probably over four hundred."

"There was a fight."

"Difficult to miss that. Yes, we were attacked by a feral horde. I told you already, they're still around, although we slaughtered them by the thousands."

"How? It's just a bunch of kids in that school."

"Not only kids, we have Mister Dunn, a marine, he trained us. We found weapons, more than we need. We certainly don't fear you, perhaps you should fear us."

"I like ya kid. I mightn't not eat ya after all, too bad, you look real tasty. Dontcha worry for me, I'll get me some other youngun. Reckon my friend Roy will find you interesting too."

"Who's Roy?"

"We're askin' the questions and when ya meet'im, ya best be careful whatcha say. He won't eatcha but he can do much worse."

"So, there's more than just the five of you?"

"Clever boy! They all like ya in that posh school of yours?"

"I'm far from the best, that's true."

"I believe you. All you said so far, I saw. We're gonna need a lot more details. Truth is in the details."

"The devil too."

"That's right boy, and we are the devil. Ferals ain't nothing compared to us."

"Again, I'm not afraid."

"You should be, ask your friend Cole."

"Ask who?"

"Cole, you know … left the school a few days ago. He ain't too happy at all with what was going on there for him. He's ben talkin' a lot about that. Found him with a cop, it wasn't good for him, not good at all. Who d'ya think told us about this place?"

Alex was silent. He had heard rumors about Cole, indeed when everybody thought he had died of the flu.

"I see that name rings a bell. You're gonna see him soon enough."

Red caught the end of the rope still tied around the boy's wrists and pulled on it. Alex stood up, this time his legs were better able to support him.

An hour later, Travis had returned and made his report. The Ravagers were back in their vehicles and driving north with their young captive.

***

Once Ivor saw he was not being followed, he cautiously retraced his steps. Perhaps the intruders would simply leave and he would be able to enjoy the boy again.

It was not to be; the men were still there. The boy was now their captive and lost to him, but he knew where to find another. Returning to Saint Xavier he planned to use the same tactic to get close to his prey, playing dead among the fallen ferals.

This time however it was not going to work.

The bodies had spent almost two days decomposing in the sun and he could not pass for one of them. All the areas close to the buildings had been cleared. Lone and isolated boys were nowhere to be seen; they were all working in teams.

Ivor had no choice but bide his time and wait for the right opportunity to present itself. Keeping his distance, he only moved when he thought it could help him achieve his goal.

It was Sasha who saw him first. Looking up from his nauseating task with its ever-present putrid smell, he thought he glimpsed a movement out of the corner of his eye. Looking closely, he watched as a naked feral buried himself among a pile of bodies close to the wall and stopped moving.

He stood incredulous for a moment before one of the black clad guards shouted, "Get to work if you don't want me to take care of you!"

Since that morning, the attitude of the guards had changed. They did not appear to be there for the protection of the working refugees. The next step would see them with whips thought Sasha. His experience with the cousins Harold and Nate had taught him a hard lesson on human nature. Teams of Saint Xavier boys were also at work, but they were ordered around in a more benign way than the refugees, the difference was quite noticeable.

Next to him stood Ben, holding a dead feral by the legs and waiting for help. Sasha grabbed the arms and together they dragged it to the waiting truck where two men threw the body in with the others.

Sasha sent one last glance at the pile where the feral was hiding then looked around wondering which of the guards he should talk to. He did not want to receive a blow from a rifle butt as had happened earlier to one of the boys in their group.

In the distance was Burt Algood and his boys, too far off, besides, he did not want to cause a commotion allowing the feral to realize he had been spotted. Summoning his courage he approached the guard beside the truck, a red-haired teen named Jensen

"What do you want, twerp?"

"There's a live feral near the wall, I saw him bury himself in a pile of dead bodies over there." Sasha took care not to point with a finger which might have alerted the feral, he just showed the general direction.

"What are you talking about? You better not be making it up."

"I'm not stupid. You got to do something." Sasha was standing his ground, looking the teen in the eye, with assurance.

Jensen decided Sasha's attitude left little doubt that he was telling the truth. "If there's one, there could be more. Go find someone in charge or with a radio, we'll need reinforcements. Me and my buddies will keep an eye on the area while waiting for them. Hurry!"

Sasha ran from the shop where they were working, toward the administration building looking for anyone with a radio, a prefect or one of the few adults left. One concern was the other guards, they might think he had left his work group and want to stop him. A loss of time and more importantly an occasion to get in serious trouble. Would they listen to him? He slowed down wanting to look inconspicuous.

As luck would have it, he saw Arthur walking ahead, apparently looking for someone among the workers. Running towards him he called out.

"Arthur, Arthur!"

The young man turned around, a smile forming at the sight of the young energetic boy. He had taken a liking to him during the fight with the ferals and the siege of the library.

"Sasha, what do you want? Have you seen Nancy?" He felt it was safe to ask the boy without their relationship becoming widely known among the refugees. After all it might just be an innocent enquiry concerning her work at the infirmary.

"Don't you know? She went to Eagle House with most of the girls. But I have a more urgent matter."

"Eagle House, why?" This was Arthur's main concern.

"There are ferals at the perimeter, I was sent to get reinforcements." Sasha was following his own concern.

"Ferals? Why didn't they sound the alarm?"

"I'm the one who saw him, only one. But the guard thought there might be more."

"Where?"

"Near the wall, close to the shop. I saw him hide in a pile of dead bodies."

Arthur thought for a second, then took his radio and called.

"Max, a live feral has been seen inside the perimeter near the shop."

"Has he attacked anyone?" asked Max.

"No, looks like he is hiding. There's a possibility there are more than one."

"Perhaps he is hurt and we missed him when we searched the school?" suggested Max. "We have a boy missing since yesterday, it could be linked."

"Yes, I heard of that," Arthur replied to Max before asking Sasha, "What did he look like, Sasha, was he hurt?"

"I saw him for only a few seconds but he looked tall, fit and moved easily. He didn't seem injured as far as I could tell," answered the boy.

"Did you hear what Sasha said?"

"Yeah, there's been no alert on the perimeter, if a large group had tried a break in, they would have been seen. In my opinion it can't be more than a few individuals at the most, perhaps even just one, bolder than most. I'll come over with a squad, we'll flush him out and eliminate him along with any others in that area. Where are you now?"

"Saint Xavier Statue."

"Wait for me there. I'll be there in ten minutes."

"Do I tell Dunn?"

"No need to bother him yet. I'm in charge."

"We'll wait here for Max," Arthur told Sasha.

"Very well."

"What were you saying about the girls?"

"Greg came to fetch them. They were to have different tasks than us boys. I heard they were taken to Eagle House."

"What for?"

"No idea. You should ask Burt Algood, he'll know."

"Where is he?"

"He's working not far from me; you just have to wait for Max and we'll go there." It was clear to Sasha that Arthur did not like what he had heard about the girls so he thought he should mention his concerns. "There's some worrying stuff going on in the school."

Arthur took his time to reply, judging it best to withhold his own concerns for the time being.

"What do you mean?"

"Look around, haven't you seen the change? The guards took our weapons and since this morning we're being treated more like slaves than guests. Why did they take most of the girls away? There were some boys too … I think that Fisher "likes them" … if you know what I mean. I overheard him and Algood yesterday, he wanted Esteban for himself in exchange for some privileges. Didn't give Burt much of a choice, and he accepted. What's going on? Do you know?"

"Looks like you're one inquisitive boy, Sasha."

"Inquisitive, what does that mean?"

"Curious, watch who you tell here, this place could become dangerous. Here comes Max, we'll talk of that some other time."

Ivor's survival instincts had finally taken over his cravings for a new boy. He had gone to the same spot where he had captured Alex the previous day. Everything had changed since then; this was now one of the main cleaning areas with plenty of people working in teams under the supervision of armed guards. Ivor had gotten too close to the main buildings, with the wall behind him preventing an easy and discreet escape. Moving step by step and still using the dead as camouflage he had started a cautious retreat, his goal being to reach the fence which he did not consider a comparable obstacle if he had to make a run for it. He realized he should have waited for nightfall before staging this attempt.

He was progressing slowly and still had some ground to cover when he sensed something was wrong. Immobile, he observed his surroundings. A large number of armed people were converging in his direction, spread all over the area and cutting off his retreat. He was trapped. His only option was to climb the wall before they were too close. He would be seen, but still had a chance to evade them once on the other side.

Yes, there was no doubt about it. They were moving towards him and methodically checking all the dead bodies they met for signs of life.

Like a jack-in-the-box, he bolted and got to the wall in a few strides, he jumped, catching the top of it and pulling himself over as shouts were heard and the first shots rang behind him. One bullet grazed his shoulder before he was safe on the other side and he started to run for cover to the forest.

Max stood his ground when all those around him wanted to sprint forward in pursuit.

"Stop," he shouted. There were still a few shots being fired by sentinels on the wall. He did not want to believe it but he was certain it was Ivor that he had just seen. He did not know yet if he was relieved or not. All eyes were on him.

"Why?" asked Lewis, beside him, surprised like the others.

"He's injured and bleeding. We'll track him. Perhaps he'll take us to a larger group or to the missing boy." The words had come to Max without effort and he judged them rather well chosen, considering the state he was in. "Stay in line, we must first make sure he was alone."

***

Miles was not ready to bend to Carl's will or be found without resources when the time came to fight back. He was not in favor of a direct confrontation, but some precautionary measures had been taken to avoid leaving the field open to Carl and protect those he felt responsible for. The bet was that the cost to Carl would be too high if he decided to use more aggressive means and tried to eliminate the opposition. If Louise and himself had thought of such extreme measures he did not doubt Carl and his clique had done the same.

Louise was not fully aware of their other options yet, they needed to talk about that when she was back in shape. They could leave Saint Xavier and go to one of those secret compounds he had knowledge of thanks to Matthew's father. It would be a perilous journey and after such a long time, no one could be sure what awaited them. Still, it was something to consider. That solution implied no confrontation which meant no casualties on both sides. Risking the life of any of his beloved boys was intolerable, fighting Carl would be a last and desperate resort for him. Louise had been right on that point.

In the space of a single day the atmosphere at the school had changed. Shirley's boys were everywhere and bossing everyone around. They needed to make sure that they were ready in case Carl went too far or started hostilities. It was unlikely but better safe than sorry. Once he had that answer he would go meet Carl and see if an agreement was possible.

Matthew, Sven, and Brett had stayed with him. He was in his office putting his thoughts and options on paper and reviewing all the ideas he could think of to keep the upper hand on the situation when he heard distant rifle shots. The alarm bells did not ring and he had no knowledge of any training taking place that day. They had spent a large amount of ammunition during their fight with the ferals and the firing range had been closed. No one knew what other hardships awaited them, more ferals, another danger? Every bullet could become of use.

"What was that?" asked Sven puzzled.

Miles took his radio, it had not buzzed, and called Max. Was Fisher more determined than he had thought?

"Get your gun and watch the door," he told the boy.

Max answered and explained the situation. The man could say whatever he wanted but his story rang true. There was also a strange emotion in Max's voice. Miles had to say he was relieved; he also learned a lesson. He had been taken by surprise and in a weak position, had it been a move against him and his allies they would have been at a disadvantage which meant more casualties even if, in the end, they won. The next days would be full of hardships and danger, with difficult decisions to make. Miles's new life was at stake.

There was a knock on the door. Matthew, the closest to it, opened it with caution. It was Mikey, and Anthony with his own story to tell.

***

Chapter 39

Miles listened carefully to Anthony's account of his meeting with Fisher. This was something he had been anticipating for a while and he immediately got on the radio to Walt.

"This is getting serious but it was expected. I want to show some muscle before I meet Fisher and set out our demands. First, check that all the armored vehicles are still under our control and keep three of our boys in each of them at all times, instead of two. Have one Hummer and Bradley positioned close to Bear House and the others near the armory. I also want all the machine guns in our possession mounted and seen at the windows of the dormitory. I don't want any of our boys walking around alone and I want them with weapons. Check we have enough ammo, if not, let me know and I'll see Cruise at the armory to get more. I'm sending Sven and Matthew to assist you."

Miles put the radio down. He did not need to say anything; Sven and Matthew were already leaving.

"What can I do?" asked Anthony.

"Go about business as usual, help in whatever way you can but I don't want to see you involved in these operations. You are still our double agent."

"What about me?" asked Brett.

"Gather Stuart and the tech boys and get a drone up. I want you to monitor the school and inform me of any gatherings of Shirley's brigade or anything unusual going on."

"Will do."

"Anthony, you can accompany him. I don't want anyone out alone, particularly those that are close to me."

"You think it's going to happen then," said Brett.

"Anything is possible but a show of sufficient force may prevent it happening."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm going to lay down the law with Fisher, but first I need to talk to the doc. It should not be too difficult to bring him onto our side. Also, we need a shortwave radio for long distance communication. Brett, can you rig something up?

"We've probably got something like that in the shop, I'll look for it."

"Good, that's our second priority, the first being our immediate safety. I'll see you all later. Get moving."

***

The incident with the lone feral seemed to be over and work had resumed on the grounds. The headmaster had shown up, and after talking with Max, sent one of his goons to fetch Margarita.

"You're Margarita, Esteban's sister?" asked Carl, as they sat in the headmaster's office, which had been redecorated to suit his taste. Portraits of his past boys had been hung on the walls along with some naked and more alluring shots. There were also a few paintings celebrating the beauty of boys and a statue of a young Ganymede on the desk.

"You know that already," answered the girl.

"That's true."

"What do you want? Haven't you got enough with Esteban. He's much better than me."

"Sorry to disappoint you but I'm not interested in girls. It's not about Esteban."

"So why did you want to talk with me?"

"I thought you could help me, in exchange for some privileges."

"What kind of privileges?"

"Not having to work picking up dead bodies, for example."

"Okay. What else?"

"Let's start with that and if I'm happy there will be more."

"What do you want from me?"

"Keep an eye on Burt Algood, I want to know if he stays loyal to my interests. I want you to tell me if he ever intends to betray me or to work against me."

"Okay, I can do that."

"Great, could I ask you for another service?"

"What? I thought you didn't like girls."

"It's not for me, I like to keep my promises. One of my boys has longed for some time to be with a girl. You would be perfect for him. It would only be temporary."

"I don't mind as long as I get something from it."

"It's a deal, then. Make me a list of what you would like and I'll see what can be done. I hope it is the start of a fruitful collaboration."

"If you say so."

"I'll go with you to Eagle House and introduce you to Omar."

"That's where you put all the girls. What need do you have of me? You got enough, some far prettier than me."

"We did that for their protection. What makes you think…?"

"Bullshit, I know how it works, I've been there as well as Esteban."

"Really, well, you guessed it right, that's the plan. It will take a few days though. I want them to accept their new role in the order of things and go step by step."

"That's your problem. Personally, I don't see the point. The sooner it's done, the sooner they'll come to terms with it, they don't have a choice."

"You may be right. For all these years I've worked in the shadows, never exposing myself, which was a question of survival in a hostile environment but the world has moved on now and I might need to change my ways of doing things."

"Once again, it's none of my business, you can play your games in whatever way you want, as long as I get my due."

"I didn't expect to get counsel from you. Come along and let's talk some more. What can you tell me about Esteban?"

***

"Have you seen Nancy?" Arthur asked Sasha, as soon as the search for any more infiltrated ferals had concluded. He had not let the boy out of his sight. Things were returning to "normal" with the teams at work picking bodies, monitored by Shirley's boys.

"I just know that most of the girls have been gathered and taken to Eagle House."

"What for?"

"How would I know?"

"Was Nancy with them?"

"Probably; she's not at the infirmary, I went there earlier. Do you think she could be in danger?"

"One thing is sure, she's got nothing much to fear from Fisher, as you said, he's only into boys."

"You never know, I had an encounter with cousins who were into girls but they were ready to put me on the menu as well." Sasha's face had darkened as he recalled those terrible moments and the fate of Vicky.

"Believe me, that will not happen with Fisher." It seemed Arthur could not or did not want to consider such an eventuality. Indeed, Fisher was far from alone at Eagle House. "The question is why take the girls there, for what purpose?"

"Why don't you ask Greg?"

"You're new here. There are things going on in this school that you don't know about."

"I can see that. You said it could be dangerous…"

"There's conflict between Fisher and Dunn. They disagree on what should be done concerning the refugees. So far, it's just tensions and we have been too busy with immediate problems for it to go any further. I fear there will be a showdown soon."

"Which side are you on?" asked the boy candidly.

"I'm with Dunn, up to a point."

"Why?"

"He's the best from a survival standpoint. He's honest and thinks straight. Perhaps not the best choice of word, come to think of it."

"What do you mean?"

"He's into boys too. Haven't you noticed?"

"No. I don't really care as long as he doesn't come after me."

"True, you've nothing to fear from him, Fisher is an entirely different story. He's decided to take what he wants without asking."

"Fighting against each other when there's so few of us would be stupid."

"Those are wise words but people rarely listen to them."

"If you give me a gun, I'm willing to fight. I trust you."

"Thanks. I hope it won't be needed but if it is, you can count on me. I'll come for you and take you with me. In the meantime, keep your eyes and ears open. You're a smart boy, if you hear relevant information or things suddenly turn bad, come to me, I'll protect you."

"That's if the black goons let me."

"I'll see what I can do about that. Didn't you come with the doc?"

"Yes."

"It could help. Right now, I need to find Nancy and discover what Fisher is up to."

"I like her too, Doc told me she was great with the kids and a good nurse. I don't know what I can do about it."

"Leave it to me and we'll stay in touch."

They separated, Sasha going back to work under the close supervision of the black clad figures and Arthur searching for a way to be reunited with Nancy. This was his priority until he was called on his radio by Walt.

***

Miles was leaving the infirmary, satisfied by his talk with Doc Walford. Louise's condition had stabilized and her fever was under control; due in large part to the antibiotic infusion sticking out of her arm. It was too early to know for sure but the signs were encouraging. His radio buzzed; a car was approaching the school.

He saw it shortly after at the gate and recognized the Honda that had been sent with two boys to warn the Sheins.

"We wondered what had happened to you," said Miles, as the doors opened and the driver stepped out of the vehicle.

"We tried to get back earlier but there were ferals everywhere. We were not certain we would find the school still standing or anyone alive," answered the teen, Ted.

"As you can see, we won that battle. What is the situation at the food depot?" asked Miles, going straight to the point. "Were they attacked like us? Did they suffer from the fire?"

"They escaped most of it. The fire missed them and the ferals were dispersed when they got there. They blocked our return but only a few groups came close to the place, they were easily driven away."

"That's good news. What's going on there?"

"More or less the same as here. There's a few hundred people occupying four buildings. They have weapons and more than enough food."

Miles felt some unease coming from the teen.

"What else?"

"We told them you wanted to cooperate and pool our resources but they were not too keen on the idea."

"In what sense?"

"We did not feel really welcome and were only tolerated there because we had warned them of the feral danger. Seems to me most of the kids are not too happy there and don't have their say. We were kept away from them and did not have much contact. I would say the Sheins are in charge and rule any way they want."

Miles had not expected to hear such words. At the same time was it that surprising? The Sheins seemed like good people but the flu had the ability to change people's nature. The boy's report made clear that he would not be offered the support he needed from there, perhaps he would be luckier with the Okatie people. The last thing he wanted was to let more wolves into the sheepfold, still he had to take the chance if he wanted to avoid a confrontation with Fisher. But first he had to find them and persuade them to come here.

"We'll talk about it in more detail later; you must be tired, go have a bite and some rest. You did a good job."

"We want to give our report to the headmaster first," said the boy.

"Don't bother, I'm about to see him, I'll tell him."

"You sure?" replied Ted, disconcerted.

"Yes, quite sure. Go now."

Miles was left with no choice; for now, he had to compromise with Fisher even if he did not like it. A confrontation was too risky and would endanger the school itself. Walford was clearly on his side and needed little convincing. His brief experience with the nurse, Shirley, had helped. He had agreed to talk with his Okatie friends, assuming they could be found. If they came here, Fisher would have to curb his ambitions, and the balance of power could be reversed.

***

The journey back to camp was uneventful and Red met with boss man Roy Neary in the middle of the afternoon.

"I didn't expect you so early," said Roy. "Who's the boy?" Alex was standing next to the car, under guard and out of earshot.

"He's the reason we came back. Seems what that other kid said was true, and this one knows even more.

"So, you've seen it. What's your first impression?" asked Roy.

Red gave a brief description of what he and Travis had seen at Saint Xavier. "Must say it fits our needs, but ain't gonna be easy to make our own. That's why we gotta get as much info as we can from both boys."

"Cole can be made to talk. What about that one?" Roy's finger pointed at Alex.

"Fear. Was gonna eat him when we first caught him, and he knows it." Red passed his tongue on his lips as if he was already savoring the boy's meat. "He'll talk outta fear."

"Seems your hankerin' after older boys lately, not so long ago your taste was for young'uns, not that there's many of 'em left. If it works out, I might let ya have one of the two. Which would ya choose?" asked Neary, more out of curiosity than anything else.

"Sporty boy, ain't had one of them before."

"Cole it is then. Be careful and don't let him suspect anything. He's a smart one," replied Roy with a smirk.

Red's mind was back to taking the school as he expressed his skepticism, "Takin' dat school ain't a done deal. Boy says there's close to four hundred of them. They got weapons too. Fought off a horde of several thousand ferals."

"How? They're just kids?" asked Roy.

"Yeah, that's the peculiar thing about it." Red did not have all the answers yet.

"Must be more to it. You're right, we need info. I've got a gut feeling that the reason Cole ran off and seems happy to see the place burn, could be the key to taking it. We'll talk with that one first. What's his name?"

"Alex," answered Red.

"We made a few more recruits and disposed of a few bodies, they joined the pile. Let's show that to the boy, then we'll find a quiet place to talk. Go fetch him," ordered Roy.

Red was back in a minute, with one hand on the boy's neck holding him firmly.

"Hello, Alex, glad ta you," said Neary with an open smile. The boy was naked except for a tee shirt too large for him that went to his knees. "Seems to me you need some clothes; come with us; we'll find some for you."

They took the direction of the enclosure that still held about twenty people and went beyond it. The smell was the first thing Alex noticed while watching where he set his naked feet on the uneven and stony ground.

"Here we are," exclaimed Neary. "Try to find something that fits ya. There's a few your size; don't linger too long and don't try nothin' foolish."

There were fifteen to twenty bodies lying in a ditch, some already decomposing under the sun. The sight was horrendous and the boy's task repellent.

"Strip the fresh ones, I don't want that smell hangin' round you," added Red.

Alex boldly entered the ditch, having spotted a body that could serve his needs. His recent confrontation with a multitude of dead ferals at Saint Xavier and sleeping with Thorvald, helped inure him to this repugnant task as he started undressing the dead boy.

Taking off the sneakers he slipped down the shorts with some difficulty, the corpse was cold and stiffened by death. He did not touch the underwear, it was stained.

"Enough! You're done," said Neary, extending his hand. "You passed the test, ya got nerve. I like that. Come here, I'll help you out. You're 'bout the same size as Devon, he'll lend you some of his clothes, clean ones."

Alex was pulled out of the ditch and they went back to the camp, stopping in front of a big trailer. Inside, the four kids present stood to attention when Neary entered.

"Get out, you three. Devon, give Alex what he needs to be presentable. He can't go around naked all day. Follow the others as soon as you're done. I have important matters to discuss with our guest."

Devon obeyed without question, he tried to show indifference but studied Alex closely, wondering what he was doing here. He was cute, but nothing exceptional. Was he going to replace one of Neary's pretties? If so which one? Why was Red here? He picked a few clothes for the new kid, and left the trailer with mounting anxiety. Was Neary discarding him? What would become of Seal? He did not like the way Red looked at his little brother, and he knew of the man's peculiar tastes. Had Neary felt his resentment for the way he was treated? Had he seen through his fake acceptance? His heart was beating fast in his chest as he saw Seal waiting for him expectantly.

Alex had dressed and was now seated facing Neary. Red was reclining on a couch on his left.

"What do you want to know? What do I get out of it?" asked the boy, feeling defenseless and wanting it to be over as soon as possible.

"We want to know everything about that school of yours. Who are your leaders? How many boys are there? What weapons? How it all works," listed Roy.

"What for?"

"That's none of your business."

"If I tell you, what then?" Alex insisted, looking at Red.

It was Roy that jumped in to answer and in a firm tone, "You ain't got much of a choice. You've seen what we do to boys that don't behave. We can do this the easy way or the hard way. Which do you prefer?"

"The easy way."

"Good choice."

"But what after that?" Alex was fidgeting on his chair.

"Young man, even if I told you you'd be set free would you believe me?" said Roy.

"Probably not but it could help me get more talkative."

Neary smiled, the kid was smart, like the other one, Cole. Were they all like that in that posh school?

"Okay, let's lay the cards on the table. We're tired of goin' from place to place, we want a base of operation, so to speak. Your friend Cole told us about Saint Xavier, that it would fit our needs."

"Why did he do that?" Alex was genuinely surprised.

"Not very wise at first glance, I agree, but first it was his way of getting out of a perilous situation and second, he doesn't seem that much worried about those that live there. You could even say he could wish some of them dead or even worse." Roy had certainly caught the boy's attention.

"That's ridiculous. Why would he say that?"

"I have no idea but you certainly do. Open up and if we're satisfied with what you tell us we'll keep you with us. Would you like to be a Ravager?" added Roy with a smile.

"A what?"

"A Ravager, that's our name. Sounds good, don't it? Usually, we don't take kids but we could make an exception."

"And what do you do?" asked Alex, knowing the kind of answer he would get.

"We go from town to town; we take, we kill, we rape. The usual stuff. Don't tell me you didn't guess that already."

"That's what you plan to do at Saint Xavier?" Alex's tone had become concerned.

"Depends. We've been wanting to change our ways recently. It will not be a complete change but we might compromise."

"I think Mister Fisher might like you." The words had come out spontaneously.

"Mister Fisher? Now that sounds interesting, tell me more," Neary said, while leaning back and crossing his arms, ready to listen.

"He's the headmaster."

"I know that, don't forget Cole is here too. I've had a serious talk with him, be careful what you say."

"Why would I tell stories? I don't really mind, how many of you are there? If Dunn was able to crush tens of thousands of ferals, there's nothing you can do, you should know that."

"Aren't you exaggerating?" Neary looked pensive.

"You can think so, if you wish."

"If it's hopeless you're of no use to us. Have you thought of that? Who is that Dunn you're talking about?"

"Don't you know?"

"Hearing it again will help me get the right picture." Roy knew he had the upper hand; it was just a question of time and the boy would unravel, and he was right. Alex started talking and could not stop, thinking that whatever he said did not matter. He recounted in detail the flu, the fire, and the feral attack. What he knew of it at least. The antagonism between Dunn and Fisher. It lasted for over an hour with a few interruptions from Neary or Red asking for further details on this and that.

At the end, Neary and Red looked at each other in a silent consultation. Their eyes and facial expressions were enough to express their thoughts.

"I'm sure there's a lot more we'll need to know but that's a good start. Red, put the boy in the enclosure with the others and bring young Cole to the trailer," said Neary.

A few ideas had come to the ravager while listening to Alex that he wanted to test with the other boy. Then they could start making plans and he would need to see that school for himself. There was no substitute for seeing with your own eyes before making a decision.

"What are you going to do with me?" Alex asked Roy, as Red took hold of his arm and lifted him from his chair.

"I might have need of you; you'll live. You're not allowed to say one word to your friend Cole. Remember that or fear the consequences. Take him away, Red."

They left, and Neary had a few minutes to prepare his questions for the other kid.

***

In the short time it took them to reach Eagle House, Carl Fisher learned that Esteban was Margarita's half-brother. His talent for discerning other people's attitudes told him, and she was indifferent to the boy's fate. He guessed she might even feel resentment against him, perhaps due to some past family quarrel or maybe because the boy was the more attractive and successful whore. The latter was an explanation he preferred and was more attuned to his cynical views of human nature. Their father had pimped both of them from an early age, showing no interest towards them beyond what they could earn to feed his drug habit.

"Omar, How are things going here?"

"Fine on the boys' side, a little more complicated on the girls'. They've been pestering us, asking what they're doing here and why they weren't allowed to come out. The little kids with them are also throwing tantrums."

"Didn't think of that. True, they can't stay in there for days, but let them be for now. Let their imagination do the work for us. I'll follow Margarita's advice and no later than tomorrow they'll find out what their new role in life is."

"They're not going to like it."

"Many of them will have already known a similar situation recently. Too bad for the others, but enough of that. I'm here to keep my word, this is the girl I promised you, Margarita. She's a pro, have a good time with her."

"Thank you, sir." You could see the young man's excitement in his eyes.

"Find someone to do your duties and enjoy."

"Certainly sir. Stephan, go fetch Simon to replace me. Hurry!"

"I can see you can't wait to get started. Look, why don't you take Margarita to your room, I'll take charge over here for the moment, just give me the keys.

"Here they are sir."

Omar took the hand of Margarita and left. Carl did not have to wait long for the return of Stefan and Simon.

It had not been on his schedule but seeing Omar's enthusiasm had given him the idea. He was reaching his goal, everything was falling into place, he had certainly earned some entertainment. Stephan was back with Simon right on cue.

"There are four virgin boys in there who I need to get ready for work. I'd like you to help me get them in shape for their customers tonight," he told the two teens, "I'll watch you do one each and I'll keep the other two for myself. Would you like that? We've all earned a little reward."

"Really, sir?" said Stephan, a little surprised by the proposition.

"We'll use my apartment. I have all the necessary tools to do it properly. It is better for me to be present to temper your enthusiasm and make sure you do it right. Don't want to ruin the merchandise before it serves. Do we?"

"Of course not, sir," said Simon with a smirk.

The mounting excitement of the teens was tangible, mirroring Carl's own. They had effectively been given carte blanche to violate the new boys.

"Ke–" Carl had seen the boy at the door of the game room which was quiet at this time of day. "bring two guards from the first floor to watch the girls and if you have nothing better to do, you should go help rid the school of the dead ferals."

Ke did not reply, but, head down, followed Carl's instructions.

"Well, gentlemen, let's get down to business."

Unlocking the door to his adjacent apartment, Carl did not waste time and went directly to his collection of sex toys. He opened a drawer and took out a few dildos, manacles, and cock gags, before adding two whips as a last thought.

"You got quite a lot of stuff, sir," said Simon, obviously interested.

"Feel free to have a look. Pick a few things if you want."

The boy, followed by Stephan, went to open the drawers, discovering items he had no idea existed.

"I wouldn't know what to do with some of that stuff," he said.

"You'll learn, you've got plenty of boys to try them on. By the way, I think it's time to fetch our special guests. Let's go get them."

Two minutes later, the four naked boys were passing through the communicating door, all were squeaky clean, having been showered in preparation for their evening work. All looked submissive except for a tow-headed boy who looked defiantly at Carl. They knew by now what was expected of them and did not like it.

"You'll come with me, Grant, seems you need to be taught a lesson," said Carl, catching the defiant boy by the neck as Simon and Stephan herded them forward with their batons.

"How do you know my name?" asked the boy, caught off guard by the man's words.

"I know everything there is to know about all four of you," he said as he caught a dark-haired and dark-skinned boy of Italian descent by the arm, "Lucio, you'll be mine too. The other two, Dylan, Steven you move onto the bed." Carl loved to make very detailed lists but he also remembered every name, story, and relevant information that was mentioned on them. "Stephan, Simon, manacle them to the bed posts, one on each side."

Without waiting to see it done, he pushed Grant down and manacled his wrists round the couch foot where he sat with Lucio in his lap. From there, he had a good view of the action on the bed, while enjoying the taming of his two new pets.

Carl was in the same frame of mind that he had been with Cole. The two boys existed solely to satisfy any desire or whim that came to him. His erection was immediate and strong. Picking up the Viagra on the side table, he swallowed a pill just in case. He wanted to be at full capacity for the next hour or so.

"Undress," he ordered the teens, who, though excited, felt awkward at having to perform in front of the headmaster and were ignorant of the way Carl wanted to carry on.

Carl himself opened his pants freeing his engorged member and rubbed it against Lucio's smooth olive skin. Then he grabbed Grant by the hair and brought the kid's mouth to his leaking cock head. The boy stubbornly kept his lips tightly shut together, looking at the man with open disgust.

"I won't do it, if you force me, I'll bite," he said in a breath.

"I expected as much," replied Carl, "I have just the right thing to deal with you. You'll have to change your attitude very soon or you're going to be miserable during your extended stay with us."

Laid out next to him were the different instruments Fisher might need. Their mere sight alarmed Lucio and made him resolve not to provoke Carl's wrath. Unlike Grant, he now planned to submit to Carl whatever was asked of him and forget about his macho upbringing.

"Why don't you help me fix your unruly friend Lucio, I could be gentle with you," said Carl, picking up a ring gag. "Here … help me put this in his mouth."

"What should I do?" Lucio did not know the other kid, and saw no reason to refuse if it could improve his lot. He had learned the hard way that, in this new world, your interests came first if you wanted to survive. Perhaps the other boy would get all of the man's attention.

"Hold him while I place the gag in his mouth."

"What is it for?"

"You'll see. I might let you play with him too if you cooperate and show goodwill."

Divide and rule was a favored method of Carl who with the assistance of Lucio and despite Grant's desperate struggle was soon able to have the gag in place.

Glancing toward the bed where Stefan and Simon had the two boys lubed and ready for their first dildo, Carl slipped his cock into Grant's hot and wet opening. The boy, who had not yet abandoned all inclination to fight back, was trying to elude Carl's invasion but to no avail. He was held firm and losing his drive, feeling shame as tears came to his eyes.

For Carl, the feeling of total domination was an aphrodisiac; he was becoming addicted to it. As with Cole, the boy was a mere toy in his hands, whose only function was to please him. His cock went in and out repeatedly, oblivious of the damage or pain it could cause.

"Sir, please sir, you're choking him," said Lucio timidly after a time. By now Grant was struggling for air and turning blue.

"What?" Carl finally heard the boy's worried voice and pulled out. "Silly me, I was about to waste good merchandise. Still now, he's learned his lesson, perhaps he'll be more obedient and docile when I start working on his other end."

Carl shifted the boy's body, placing it mostly on the couch and on his side with his bum fully exposed. Grant was unresponsive, all the fight had gone out of him, as his lungs gasped for precious air.

"You're both really pretty boys, look at that lovely bum," said Carl, giving it a slap.

Despite their own predicament, the two boys on the bed had watched the unfolding drama with alarm. It had a most salutary effect on their compliance; which no doubt was Carl's plan all along. So far, their dildoes were small and not too uncomfortable but they feared the teens might become rougher and more demanding.

"I'm very tempted to fuck you now, Grant," Carl announced as he pulled the cheeks apart to reveal the boy's pucker "but I'll save you for later and take care of young Lucio first. I haven't given him the attention he merits yet. Come sit on my lap, I want to see if you know how to kiss."

The boy hesitated but he had no choice.

"Don't worry; I don't plan to hurt you like Grant. He's been a bad boy. We'll just play a bit together and enjoy the show that Stephan and Simon will give us on the bed. How are things going there?"

Stephan, being more at ease than Simon, had found it amusing to replace the first dildo with a well lubed baton, pushing it in to see how far it could go.

"Look what I can do," he said, moving the baton in every direction and forcing the skewered boy's bottom to follow. "Half of it is in. can we fuck them now?"

"Don't be so impatient, you must learn to delay your pleasure. Remember it is not only about your own satisfaction. Use their mouths for a bit and whip them if they try to bite. Fuck them with the bigger dildos to get them well stretched. We're here to get them ready for tonight's grand opening.

"I love this job," enthused Stephan, as he fed his meat to a submissive Dylan. Simon was more reserved but playing his part perfectly.

"Yes, this is the good life," replied Carl. "Lucky boys, you don't have the burden of running the school and making hard decisions. What do you say, Lucio? Do you like it?"

The boy did not answer. Carl had kissed his neck and then invaded his mouth which he found rather disgusting, not to mention the man's large cock being rubbed in his crack, while his hands played with his most intimate parts. He feared what was to come and knew it was unavoidable.

"No answer? I'm not surprised. It can take a bit of getting used to, but you're young with a small pecker and a barely dropped sac, so we'll have plenty of time. You'll stay attractive longer than Grant who already has a small tuft of hair above his cocklet. There's no shame in what we're doing, you can enjoy it. It's better if you do, because it will be your main occupation from now on."

"I'll do as I'm told," muttered the boy, not understanding all that had been said.

"Yes, you're a good boy, not like bad boy Grant here. Want to have some fun?" Without waiting for the kid's response Carl had taken a baton and opened the KY tube, generously lubing it. "I want you to plant it in Grant's ass like Stephan did. That was a fun idea. Go ahead, do it."

"I don't know…"

"It's nothing difficult, you just have to push it in. Don't you dare move Grant or I'll use that pretty mouth of yours again." Carl added before pulling on the poor boy's cheeks again. "Fill him up, then move it in and out a few times to get him ready for me!"

"It will hurt."

"Much less than if you don't." Grant was now like putty in his hands which were each grabbing a cheek and appreciating the firm flesh, the softness of the skin.

Tentatively Lucio placed the baton close to the boy's pucker causing Grant to shiver as the cold lubed metal touched him.

"Push it in! You'll be doing him a favor," insisted Carl.

"I can't," said Lucio finally.

"Give it to me then. I'll show you how it's done."

Carl took the baton, threw Lucio off his lap, and sat on Grant's legs to prevent him from moving. He gave a good shove; fortunately, the tip was round and entered the canal easily. Grant let out a short yelp before falling silent again as Carl moved it further in, first inch by inch, then in and out, and in every direction like Stephan.

"I have a good handle on you now, Grant, don't you think? It's time to get you in position and take my pleasure." He raised the boy's backside with the baton pushing it up and forward until he judged the angle optimal. The boy was not sufficiently prepared for his assault, but he did not care. He wanted to possess the boy immediately even if it set a bad example. As headmaster, he had every right to break his own rules. In any case he knew this entire setup was just a pretext to satisfy his twisted desires.

With his glans positioned on the boy's rosebud he added some lube and thrust forward, one hand over the boy's mouth, the other pinning his neck to the couch. The boy was defenseless, his useless arms stretched in front of him held by the manacles. Carl's hip thrust was powerful with several inches invading the boy at once.

Grant's pain was excruciating and his muffled screams pitiful. He struggled to unsaddle Carl to no avail, nailed under his weight. The fight lasted for a minute or two before he crumbled, wracked by sobs, his long moan of despair still muffled by Carl's unrelenting pressure on his mouth. The man pushed his advantage going to the hilt and starting an energetic fuck. It was the second time he had brutally raped a virgin boy and he was definitely acquiring a taste for it.

Taken aback by his behavior, Stephan and Simon were not slow to follow his lead. Soon you could hear flesh slapping on flesh as all three were thrusting in cadence.

Lucio watched the proceedings with mounting trepidation. He was torn between several choices. Grab a weapon and help the boys, or try to run away. Neither option looked viable. What is more, he was next in line.

In the end he just stood petrified by fear, looking away and trying not to hear the pitiful noises that filled the room.

Carl came with a grunt delivering his load deep in the boy's bowels. He pulled out and without waiting, brought the boy's mouth to him, slipping his deflating member in the ring gag to wipe off any residue.

"Quite satisfying indeed and still in working order," he said with a perfunctory look at Grant's gaping bum-hole with his cum leaking out. "No blood or tearing, he'll be as good as new this evening."

"Lucio, you're cute as hell and very desirable but I'm afraid I'm spent for now. Don't fear, nothing is lost and you'll be mine tonight, you'll share my bed with Esteban. Are you done over there?" he asked the teens who were still pounding away with delight."

"Almost, sir. It will be one delivery in each orifice if you give us a couple more minutes," answered Stephan.

"Good, I can allow you that. Have those boys cleaned up again. Lucio here will be exclusively mine until I return him later tonight or tomorrow morning, depending on his performance."

This had been nothing like an exquisite round with Esteban, reflected Carl, but it certainly had as much appeal. Now think of it with the annoying Bob or the adorable Matthew and with Dunn watching for good measure. Let us not forget blond Sven and brainy Brett. One at a time of course. That would be wonderfully wicked and hopefully soon a reality. Yes, Esteban, as good as he was would not be enough, Carl's needs were rising and taking a decidedly ominous turn. The only evocation of those images was enough to restore a strong craving for more.

Carl looked with renewed interest at the naked Lucio and the silently sobbing Grant, he nonetheless left the room with regret and with a quite noticeable erection. Frustration sometimes could be part of the pleasure.

***

Max, leading Sam Lewis, Niko, and Charles, were tracking the feral. Or rather that was what he said he was doing. In fact, he had not the slightest idea on how to achieve that, except, perhaps by looking for blood traces left by the wounded feral. But with the sea of dead bodies surrounding the school it was perfunctory, at best.

"Which way did they say he went?" he asked.

"Last time they saw him the sentinels said he was heading north," answered Lewis.

"We'll never catch up with him," said Niko behind them, obviously not too keen to leave the security of the school.

"Maybe, but if he leads us to the missing boy, it's worth a try."

"The boy's dead, that's for sure. We're wasting our time and if there's more than one feral, we could soon be dead too."

"That's another thing we need to know, if there's more ferals out there," replied Lewis.

"Keep quiet, stay alert and follow me," said Max, ending their discussion. He planned to go north for an hour or so and then go back to Saint Xavier. Since they had found no fresh feral body, he assumed Ivor was alive, which was all Max really wanted to know. He had no hope of finding the boy and doubted they would come across any other ferals.

Being away from the school allowed him to reflect on the recent events Carl had set in motion. Dunn was in no position to stop Fisher; however, the marine was resourceful and might try something, but what? He was unlikely to risk an open confrontation, no one would gain from that.

Miscalculations do happen though, and everyone on Carl's side would need to be warned of that possibility. With the mounting tension, a mishap was to be avoided.

Far from the school, they were surrounded by blackened tree skeletons and each step sent a cloud of ash into the air. Max knew this search and rescue party was useless and that his presence was required at the school, but the hope of catching a glimpse of Ivor drove him on. He had a nagging doubt that he was mistaken and that it was not Ivor he had seen. Just being sure that he was still alive, would put his mind at rest.

Ahead was a large patch of green, which had escaped the fire.

"We'll check that area in front of us and then we'll head back," Max announced to everyone's relief.

Ivor was watching the little group approach, keeping well hidden by the undergrowth; the fire having spared this patch of forest. He should have fled but the man that was leading them was somehow familiar and brought back images from his past. Those memories were mostly blurred, meaningless to the feral, still they had a compelling resonance and he did not want to see them be taken away.

Ivor's arm was hurting, fortunately the bullet had only grazed the skin. He could always hold his knife, even if he knew it was worthless against the humans' weapons. Anyway, he did not intend to attack. None of the boys was young enough to satisfy his craving. He felt frustrated, there had been so many attractive preys at the school, yet he had failed to catch even one. Would he be bold enough to try again when night had fallen? It was his main obsession, the only thing that could appease him. That and the mysterious figure that approached.

As they progressed, Max's sixth sense told him he was being observed, though he could see no one.

"Be on alert boys, but don't shoot unless I give the order. Understood?"

"Yes, sir," the three boys replied imitating Max, their gazes more attentive and with a tighter hold on their guns.

"Did you see something?" asked Lewis.

"No, but I felt someone watching."

"How can you do that?" asked Niko.

"It comes to you over time in my line of work. There's no logical explanation. Just keep your eyes open."

On entering the forest, they were relieved to leave the desolate area they had just crossed but afraid of what could be hidden there.

"How can one area burn to the ground and another be almost untouched," asked Lewis.

"I have no idea," answered Max, "Let's spread but keep visual contact."

"There's no one here," said Niko, "let's go back."

"Why did you volunteer if you're afraid?" asked Lewis.

"I'm not afraid," answered Niko, "just saying we'll get nowhere. There could be a hundred ferals hiding in there, we would never find them."

It was not completely wrong; the vegetation was thick without much visibility.

"Silence, boys, and move forward, watch your step," ordered Max. He's here, I can feel it but where? Perhaps it would be better if I was alone. He might feel safer with just me.

"Look, there's a shack there," said Niko after a few minutes.

"Let's go have a look," replied Max.

They cautiously approached the place.

"Someone's made a fire," said Lewis. "They've left empty cans too."

"And there's a rope hanging from that tree," added Niko, "and it hasn't been there for long. Who were they? What were they doing here?"

Max had no answer. He entered the shack and heard the flies buzzing around Ivor's meal. A leg, a boy's leg? Could it be the remains of the missing boy? Where was the rest of the body? There were blood stains on the ruined mattress too.

"What's in there?" asked Travis when Max came out.

"Nothing of interest."

"What do you make of all that? Could it be the feral? asked Niko.

"No chance," said Max, crouching to examine the fire pit still warm and examine one of the tin cans picking it up with a stick.

"Listen, there's water close by," said Lewis.

They went to the creek where Alex had come to get rid of Ivor's scent and wash, not so long ago. This time Max could see clear tracks in the muddy bank. One of a naked small foot, a boy? The other of regular shoes, an adult.

"People have been visiting this place no more than a few hours ago," said Max thinking aloud. It didn't fit with what he had seen in the shack, the feral had been there, inside the shack and others too but they stayed outside.

"Should we go look for them?" asked Lewis.

"What for?" asked Niko.

"Perhaps they're looking for the school, like the refugees before," suggested Lewis.

"Could be, they were on foot, obviously," said Max.

"Where did they go? We haven't seen them."

"Perhaps they were just passing by."

"Why the rope?"

"Do you think they're still around?"

"There are many questions and few answers," concluded Max who still felt someone watching. Was it Ivor or their mysterious visitors? He was hesitant. "We've seen and learned enough, it is time to go back," he decided, "Go ahead, I'll follow in a moment."

"Why? I can stay with you," said Lewis surprised.

"No, I need a moment alone. I'll explain to you later."

"If you say so." The boy was clearly uncomprehending and disappointed, still he followed the other two boys who were eager to return to Saint Xavier.

Max watched them disappear and went back to the shack, allowing himself thirty minutes or so to see if Ivor, or anyone else, showed up. Sitting near the remains of the fire he placed his weapon against a tree some distance away. It was a foolish thing to do, but he was determined to take the risk.

What if it was Ivor? Had he been the one eating that leg in the shack? Had he killed the boy it came from? Cannibalism was a known fact; it had happened in the gymnasium occupied by the ferals. The aftermath had been shocking, even for him.

The silence all around him was oppressive, it appeared most of the animals and birds had fled the area due to the fire and not returned, there was no wind, he was in the shade protected from the scorching heat of the midday sun.

What could he hope from that meeting? What would he do? Should he end Ivor's miserable life or let him live only to kill more children and eat them? He had to move on. To think there could be a happy ending was stupid and absurd.

"Ivor, if you're here, show yourself, you've nothing to fear from me," he called out.

Those words left his mouth of their own volition, contradicting his thoughts.

He heard him before he saw anything, a rustling of leaves, a cracking of wood and then a naked figure emerging from the greenery, holding a knife. Was it real or a figment of his imagination?

"Ivor, it's me, Max."

***

Harvey had spent a very satisfying night with Shirley and Greyson, who still resisted his imposed slut condition. Harvey was determined to get it nailed into the boy's head and took great pleasure doing so. The humiliation was probably a greater fuel to his enjoyment than the sex, although the latter was not neglected and always practiced with the right amount of brutality and discomfort. Shirley was the perfect partner for that. In the morning, Grayson had been sent to work with the refugees receiving the same treatment, his ongoing punishment was good enough reason and it raised no questions.

Harvey was in a good mood as he made his rounds and surveyed the cleaning work now in full swing.

As he passed, the boys looked down, trying not to catch his attention, and redoubling their efforts. It gave him a feeling of importance and power. Many of them now feared him as his reputation spread. Even the black clad boys from Shirley's brigade felt insecure in his presence.

As he was about to go inside out of the hot sun, a blond head caught his attention. Was it the kid who had escaped them when Fisher had interrupted their game, as the trucks were being unloaded at the gymnasium? He hated to let a prey go free. That one was definitely cute and would make for a nice interlude. Harvey had no intention of limiting himself to the refugees and was ready to take advantage of whoever caught his eye. His status of second in command of the brigade certainly allowed that. The kid was a nobody and he knew how to silence him.

After a second look at the boy, taking in his long shapely naked legs and thighs his fleshy butt that stretched his shorts, he did not think about it twice. He came from behind, took hold of the boy's wrist saying to the responsible guard, "I need him for a spell, I'll return him as soon as possible.

"Certainly, sir." The teen was not going to discuss his order.

The surprised boy had let out a little cry before closing his mouth, his cheeks paling when he saw who had seized his arm.

Harvey pulled him away from the others walking fast toward the Chapel.

"Remember me? What's your name?"

"St–St–Stanley."

"It will be a lot cooler in the Chapel, you'll thank me for taking you out of this scorching sun. Won't you Stanley?"

"Yes … but … What for?

"I'm sure you've guessed it; have you been fucked yet? Do you share your bed with a senior?"

"No, I've not done that."

"Really? Pretty as you are? All the better for me."

They entered the Chapel, Harvey pushing Stanley ahead of him. The boy was cornered and could not think of a way out.

"Please don't do it, it hurts, I don't want to do it. Not here, it's a sacrilege."

"You believe in that crap? Get on your knees but not to pray, my cock needs servicing and use as much saliva as you can if you don't want me to make you squeal later. It's the only lube you're getting."

"I'll tell, I'm not one of the refugee boys, you can't do that to me." Stanley was making a courageous last stand.

Harvey let go of the boy's arm, taking a step back.

"You're right, I should not be doing that," he smiled, will you pardon me? It's the right place for that, isn't it?" He had seen the cross around the boy's neck.

"I don't … Of course, I'll pardon you, no one will know about it, I swear." Stanley could not believe his luck; it had been so easy." He smiled too, relaxing.

"Poor boy, you're all sweaty, get on your knees and pray to my cock, be careful not to displease it. You dumb ass, not being a refugee makes it even more exciting. And don't go tell anyone about it or your life will be like hell or end prematurely. I don't know yet which option I'll pick."

The boy, still standing, was soon on his knees.

"Come on take it out and put it in your mouth, be gentle with it and I might spare you the worst of what's coming."

Stanley had no choice but to comply, fumbling with Harvey's belt and zipper, lowering his underwear, and hesitantly taking hold of his erect shaft. Then he stopped, unable to go further. The teen grabbed is head pushing his hard meat into the kid's mouth.

"You'll make the perfect appetizer until I'm back with Grayson."

He made the boy miserable by fucking his face and rubbing his tool against his lips and sweet cheeks before plunging in again but this was not his main goal, he wanted the boy's ass. Must be that I am gay, definitely, no girl can beat that.

Harvey pulled the twelve-year-old back on his feet taking him toward the altar.

"No, please no," pleaded Stanley again. There was no chance his appeal could be heard.

Harvey laid him face first on the altar with his legs still hanging down, pushed his white shorts off his pert globes, and his yellow tee shirt up his back.

"Neat," he pulled apart the offered ass cheeks, "A clean boy, I like that, it's not so common at your age." He spat a good amount of saliva on the boy's pucker and then on his hand to apply it to his boner. He had remembered Max's advice. "I think I'll like it," he said as he pushed in. "Now let's see if I can make you sing."

Stanley made a last attempt to escape the inevitable but Harvey held him tight, his hot breath in the kid's neck as he pumped in and out. Delighting in the boy's moans of pain and shame. It did not take too long and the teen rapidly reached a peak to spend his load. He made a few more forward motions to make the sensation stay longer and then pulled out as his cock deflated.

Still leaning on the boy's back with all his weight, he grabbed his blond, silky hair, bringing them face to face.

"This is between us. Not a word to anyone or this will be nothing compared to what I can do. Get some lube from a friend and get yourself ready each day in case I come for another visit. Understood?"

Stanley, with wet eyes shook his head yes.

"That's a good boy," said Harvey, slapping the boy's bottom in appreciation like Fisher had done a few hours earlier to Anthony in the same place.

With that, Harvey pulled up his pants, slung his weapon over his shoulder and left the Chapel. The naked sobbing boy remained on the altar, a symbolic offering to the coming new order.

***

CHAPTER 40

Cole had been pulled out of his cage as the afternoon was coming to a close and brought to Neary's trailer without a word of explanation.

"Here he is, boss," said the man escorting the wary looking boy.

"Come in, take a seat, Cole. I have some news for you," said Neary after shooing away his pretties. "How's that cop friend of yours?"

The boy looked around, taking in the interior of the trailer, it was surprisingly clean and luxurious, as he sat at the table facing Neary, it was hot despite the open windows and the sheen of sweat on his brow was not only due to anxiety. There was water on the table and he was thirsty.

"Okay, I guess."

"Have you seen our new guest?"

"A new guest?"

"Yeah, says his name is Alex Masseria. D'you know him?"

"He's here?"

"Sure is, spoke to him not ten minutes ago. A very interesting talk. He 'sung like a canary,' I just couldn't stop him. Perhaps you would like something to drink?"

Cole looked around again and took the offered glass, he drank it all in one go.

"Is he okay?"

"Sure, I told him if he cooperated nothing bad would happen to him, and I'm a man of my word. So, there was no need for unfriendliness."

"So now it's my turn."

"Exactly. That's what I like about you Saint Xavier boys, you're smart, you get my meaning right away."

"What do you want to know? When are you going to let me and O'Malley go?"

"All depends on what you tell me and if I believe it. Seems Alex couldn't understand why you ran away. I want the details. All the details. Fact is he's mad at you for leading us there."

It was obvious that answering those questions would cost Cole, who swallowed a few times before starting.

"I was raped," he said curtly. As soon as those words were spoken, as painful as it was, there was no way he could hold anything back.

"By who?"

"The headmaster, Mister Fisher, there was Shirley too … Greg … and many others… they drugged me. There was nothing I could do."

"When was that?"

"After my father died. He had debts, sold me to Mister Fisher, but I didn't want to go."

"Sold you?"

"I told you, he had debts, drugs, that was before, of course. Mister Fisher, that bastard, he's a pedophile, I think he had a whole system to get boys."

"An interesting character. No one helped you?"

"No, I was alone in a room, they used me, for how long I don't know."

"Who else was there? Dunn?"

"I don't know, it looked like they were all after me. I told you, I was in a daze, except at the end when they stopped giving me drugs."

"Why?"

"I don't know, Shirley said it wasn't necessary anymore."

"How did it end?"

"They went away, no one visited me for two days, not even Shirley. I was able to break free just when they were coming back, bringing a whole convoy of trucks, and I stayed hidden until the fire. Then I used the diversion: I grabbed a bike and fled. It wasn't a great idea but I had no choice, there was nothing else I could think of, I couldn't stay."

"Why not go to Dunn? Alex told me there was some kind of hostility between him and Fisher."

"I don't know. They looked rather friendly to me. As I told you, I was locked up and so heavily drugged I couldn't understand what was going on most of the time, I cannot tell how long it lasted, days, weeks? I could not trust anyone."

"How many boys are in your school? How many weapons?"

"About three hundred. Mister Dunn brought back weapons a few times, trained us with them. I don't know the details. I suppose there were more in the trucks, they were military vehicles."

"You're not very helpful. Much less than young Alex."

"At least I'm honest. That's what you wanted. Isn't it?"

"Yeah, I'll grant you that."

"Seems to me your information is outdated, but at least it seems you're telling the truth."

"So, can we go now? Can we can take Alex too?"

Neary smiled.

"That's wishful thinking. I'll let you go, once this is over. You'll need to be patient. This will be all for now."

Cole left to be escorted back to his cage. As the door closed, Red came out of the shadows.

"Still finding him to your taste?" asked Neary.

"More than ever."

"What I told him holds for you too. You won't get him until it is done and I have no more need of him."

"He ain't much use compared to Alex. Giving him to me now won't make no difference."

"I don't wanna take any chances. Keeping him alive could make Alex more talkative. With luck you may not have too long to wait. I'm curious, will you fuck him before you eat him?"

"Nah. He's too old. You know me, I like 'em young."

"Strange how people's tastes work."

"What are your plans?" asked Red, coming back to the matter at hand.

Roy did not answer right away. He was still thinking of Cole's muscular and well-defined thighs, his probable six packs and the hard firm ass filling his shorts. He was too manly, too mature for Roy, who preferred his boys soft and girlish. All the same, perhaps it was worth a try.

"We'll get on the move and settle close to that school. I want to see it for myself. From what I learned today; a frontal attack is out of the question. We must do it another way. We'll leave tomorrow morning. Make the preparations and send me my pretties, all this talk has got me horny."

***

Ivor was standing thirty feet away, naked, dirty, bloody, holding a knife, ready to sprint away or perhaps attack.

Max preferred the second option; it would make what came next much easier.

Now that he could see what his lover had become, Max had made up his mind. He could not let Ivor roam free and risk seeing another boy taken, killed, and eaten. It had to end. He had to move on with his life. The Ivor he had known and loved was never going to return to him.

"Don't you recognize me Ivor? It's me, Max. I've come for you."

There was no apparent spark of recognition from the feral, perhaps a slight show of interest. He just stood there watching Max. Minutes passed without any of the two protagonists making a move.

Finally, Max could wait no longer. He stood up.

The reaction was immediate. Ivor ran at him brandishing the knife. As he was almost upon him, Max grabbed his gun from the holster. Drawing and firing took a second or two.

Ivor fell back, he had been hit in the head between the eyes. Death was instantaneous.

Max had no tears this time. He had shed them all already.

Using a piece of wood, he dug a shallow grave and laid Ivor to rest, along with the half-eaten leg from the shack, then covered them with earth and went to the stream to wash.

This chapter of his life was sadly over. Now he could try to open a new one with Lewis.

***

Miles went to meet with Fisher, escorted by Walt and Arthur. They had made sure the dining hall was safe and he entered alone.

Carl did not care for civilities and went to the point.

"I don't like what I see, Dunn. You don't seem to trust me and I am told you've shown multiple signs of hostility, if not aggressiveness. I thought we had reached a mutual agreement."

"Who's to blame? It's you who started it all. Why did you deploy Shirley's brigade? Why treat the refugees that way? What are you planning to do with Nancy and the other girls you're keeping at Eagle House?"

"Why did you seize the armored vehicles for yourself? Why are you showing such a lack of trust? We're in this together, with common interests that far outweigh our few disagreements. It's been so since the start, when you refused to share Perry's information. You still do, by the way. I've always been honest with you and told you where I wanted to go, offering you Anthony, Alex, Riichi and others without asking for anything in exchange."

"If that's the way you see it. Where can we go from here?" Miles settled comfortably in his seat, meaning that it was up to Carl to find the way to an agreement.

"One moment, I am not completely stupid, I know what I owe you. Without your help and background, this school would not have survived. I still need you. We could do great things if we work together."

"Good to hear it."

"So why ruin it all?"

"I could return that question to you."

"Let's play fair and put all the cards on the table. Let me try to convince you."

"Convince me of what?"

"We are both boylovers and we know that the world outside these walls doesn't like us. It may not be the same as before the flu; there are no laws now, but I am certain that for most people it hasn't changed much. What has happened here is a miracle, nothing short of that. To have you, me, Tools, and Shirley making it through, yet almost none of the others; to have around us only boys, with the women and even the girls nearly extinct. Who could have dreamed of that?

"That's not the kind of thing I would dream of."

"And that's where you're wrong. Without it, you would never have known any of your boys, or rather you would still be wanking at night thinking of them, without the slightest chance of ever getting one for real. Am I right?"

"You're right; still, you managed to find a way."

"I did, but it took me years and a deceiving mind. That is not in your nature. It may appear simple and easy, seen from the outside, but it has never been so for me. It was arduous, living with the constant fear of being betrayed, exposed, jailed or worse. No doubt you've known such fears too, even if to a lesser extent."

"Life has not been a bed of roses."

"Exactly. My only goal is to ensure that it never happens again. Not for me, not for you, nor to any of the others like Walt or Anthony, that have revealed their true nature. This, for as long as I live and why not, perhaps a much longer time. Isn't the building of such a paradise a goal worthy of a little effort and compromise on your part?"

"You're crazy."

"Aren't we all after the passage of that miraculous flu. Let me tell you, I've thought of everything. Everything I do is for a reason, there is nothing gratuitous."

"If you say so, I'm curious to hear your side of the story."

"Taking over here is just the start, we must get more territory, expand our influence, and our way of life. Once again, the situation created by the flu can be turned to our advantage. I'm sure many men, for lack of women, have already turned to boys to satisfy their sexual needs. Most, like Burt Allgood, are doing it shamefully, too embarrassed to admit to their own pleasure. Thanks to us it must become the most simple, natural thing in the world to do, like we have achieved here."

"Saint Xavier is not enough for you?"

"You're an incurable optimist. I've fought yours' and Miss Simons' will to bring more people here for a reason, but you didn't listen. If we are outnumbered, we will lose our freedom to love boys the way we want. We cannot accept any controversy in our ranks. There's more; sooner or later we will come into contact with other communities. It is unlikely that they have evolved like our own. Boylove, if it is practiced out of necessity, will be stamped with the same prejudices as before. We will be the black sheep that needs to be separated from the herd, or more likely simply eliminated. As soon as we have secured a preponderance here, we'll have to convert all those around us to the same ideas until we are powerful enough to feel safe."

"That's quite a project!"

"Indeed, it will take years."

"Why take the girls away?"

"I told you, I've thought of everything. You haven't gone through the process yet. At least I don't think so. Boys grow fast, they lose all that make them attractive to us. I have never considered myself as gay, that's a totally different thing, I could never have sex with a man. We need babies that will become our next generation of catamites. That's also why we need to gather all the little ones. We'll need them once the others get too old.

"I never took you to be a farmer."

"Ha! I see you have a sense humor. Don't ridicule me though, one day you will thank me for all this."

Miles hated to admit it, but some of what Carl said made sense or had a certain wicked attraction. He did not want to lose his new life with his boys. To be left alone again, without the right to love those who gave a sense of purpose to his existence, it would be unbearable. But was Carl's way the only one that would guarantee Miles' desired way of life? Was it a necessity to use or treat the boys as cattle to fulfill their selfish needs? Were not the boys supposed to be loved instead? This, not speaking of the fate of everybody else. He had seen Carl's ruthlessness first hand, not to mention the brutality of his supporters.

"I agree with some of your arguments, but not how you carry them out."

"The world is now full of predators and prey, the strong do what they want and the weak suffer what they must. Only the strong will survive, we must be predators or become the prey for others. This is not a moral world with happiness for everybody. You still haven't accepted that."

"I'm afraid you're right. So, what do we do?"

"For now, let's sign a non-aggression pact. I'll leave you and your boys alone. You leave me free to conduct my business as I wish."

"That may be difficult, there may come a time when it will not be possible."

"Probably, but by then maybe one of us will have changed his mind."

"Me you mean?"

"Exactly. I have the numbers, the spirit of the time, you are working against the current. With luck you'll understand that, and join me. You agree with the ends, not the means, that's all."

Miles had lost some of his resolve listening to Carl, he could be very persuasive. It was so enticing to go his way, forgetting what it implied. He remembered that day in Manila when he had gone too far, and been horrified by his actions afterward. He had to recognize that what had stopped him, at that moment, more than anything else had been the boy's cries for help and the risk of being caught. After all, who cared about the pain of a boy prostitute on the streets of Manila–except that, in the end, he did care about it and still carried the guilt and shame he had felt that day. In contrast, Carl did not care about the fate of others, of the boys, so long as he got what he wanted.

"I've been told how you treat boys; the Lorentz brothers had an interesting story; how you reacted when Anthony came to see you about Greg; how you risked the life of several boys, leaving them with Thorvald; all of it to gain his and Max's favors. You don't care about those you say you love."

Poor guy doesn't know half of it, thought Carl, and that I plan to keep at it more than ever.

"I'll not deny it, on occasions I got carried away and did not react as I should have. In my defense we were all facing the prospect of imminent death from the flu. Also, one in my position after years of frustration of being vilified by society could feel suddenly all powerful with no laws to stop him, with no one to simply contradict or oppose him. I wanted–I want my revenge. It is human nature; it will not change. I am who I am and I intend to fulfill all my desires. That doesn't mean you have to do it too.

"I won't even mind if you try to temper me, from time to time, but this is something you'll have to live with. We're going back to basics. Think about it, forty, seventy years ago, women were second class citizens. And what about Blacks and Indigenous people? Systemically held down and treated worse than that. You've served in Afghanistan, what is the status of women there? Don't they use boys too? You see, you must stop thinking like a privileged man of the twenty-first century, we are going back to the dark ages."

"I don't know if I can do that."

"Let's give it a try?"

"I agree that there are many truths in what you say but I disagree with the conclusions you draw from them. There are other ways to deal with them. What drives you is your own selfishness. I don't want to follow that path. Still, it is in our common interest to avoid an open conflict. How do we settle it? Do we sign a truce, a peace treaty?"

"How funny, I didn't think of that. I would rather we exchange signs of trust."

"Which means?"

"You give me one of the Bradleys for a start, perhaps a Humvee too."

"Really? And what do I get from you?"

"What do you get? I opened my heart to you, I told you everything, what more could you want?"

"That's not very satisfying."

"That's all you'll get. You cannot stop me; you don't have enough followers. Please, don't tell me you will risk the lives of your boys for people you don't know? That probably don't care one bit about you. Come to think about it, the one advantage I have over you is that I don't really mind if I lose a few of mine. I'm not going to step down, at any cost. You don't really have a choice. Is it a deal?"

"I wouldn't say that, I'll need to think it over some more. You'll get nothing until then. I'll come back to you."

Carl was obviously displeased by Miles' answer, what he wanted was a surrender.

"That's better than nothing. I would advise you not to take too much time though." The menace in his voice was obvious.

***

Lance Walford, Doc, had ended his rounds in the infirmary by checking on Louise. Her state was stable, with luck the new antibiotics would work and there would be no need to reopen the wound. He had given her medication for the pain and left her to sleep.

That's when he had a visit. Two boys looking for him and bringing him a new "medical" device.

"Ah good, I was expecting you. Have you brought a manual too? I don't have much experience with that model?"

"We did. We'll help you set it up, we'll need somewhere quiet though." answered Wilson de Mere who was accompanying Brett.

"Come to the room I share with my son. No one else goes in there."

"That's perfect. We found three but this one is very simple to use."

Soon they were taking the shortwave radio out of its box and setting it on a table.

"Let's plug it in. Fortunately, this place is one of the few that has electricity," said Brett.

"How does it work?" asked Doc.

It took Brett less than five minutes to explain the basic principles on how to use it and the same time for the man to get the hang of it. It was funny to see the twelve-year-old in the role of professor.

"Yes, I see it's rather simple, in fact."

"Not much different from a regular radio except that you can receive and emit with this one. Mister Dunn said you should be discreet when using it and not let anyone know it's here."

"That's what I planned to do. Stanley, the guy who did the broadcasts at Okatie, used to broadcast and listen between nine and ten every evening. I've nothing else to do at that time, so I'll be able to dedicate all of it to trying to get in contact with him."

"Perhaps you should try it at other times too, he may have changed his schedule."

"Of course. I'll do it as often as I can, as long as it doesn't bring unwanted attention."

"This seems fine. We'll leave you now. Any problems, just get your son to fetch us, most of the time we're at the shop."

"Sure thing. Tell Dunn I'll do my best. If I do make contact, I'm not going to lie about the situation here. So, it's not certain if I can convince them to come."

"I'll tell him," said Brett, as he left.

From his brief interaction with him, Doc believed he could trust Dunn. Still, choosing a side in his conflict with Fisher had not been easy. At least if the Okatie people answered his call he would have a place to escape to if things turned bad.

***

"How did it go?" asked Walt.

"As I expected, more or less," answered Miles. "We'll gain nothing by talking with him."

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know. Whatever I do, I'll risk losing something."

"Difficult choice."

"It is. Let's go do some exercise and move some bodies, help this school get rid of them and make it more homely. What do you say?"

"I'm in. We can join the boys working around Bear House."

"Exactly."

For the next two hours they hauled dead bodies like everybody else, until it was time for a shower and dinner, in that order and for good reasons.

For the first time, refugees and Saint Xavier Boys did not have dinner together, the former being still at work while the latter ate. Their menu was also quite different, as was later discovered. Another missing group were the girls taken to Eagle House. Miles's boys were outnumbered and seated together, there was no mixing between the factions. Guns were in evidence and the atmosphere was tense. The usual levity was absent, and no one chose to linger in the dining hall, they all hurried back to their dormitories.

The tension was still palpable on the way to Bear House, not letting up until everyone was safe, lounging in the common room or the intimacy of their bedroom.

Miles sat alone reviewing his options, meanwhile close by, Mathew was playing chess with Ken Allender. Watching them was Logan, with Ginger by his side. It was fun to see his expression change as each boy made their move, either approving or disapproving it.

A few of the slightly older boys: Sven, William, Anthony, and Brett, were talking animatedly, exchanging jokes, and laughing. A good example of the carefree nature of youth.

For the moment, Miles was happy to simply watch and listen to them, discovering it could be sometimes rewarding.

Walt was sitting alone, reading, when he was joined by Bob coming off his watch duty. The teen put down his book and welcomed him onto his lap. They kissed as they held each other and Walt's hand slipped under the boy's tee shirt. Bob placed his head on the teen's shoulder, reclining against him. It was a sweet gesture, charged with sensuality. Walt's other hand had found its way up the boy's shapely thigh and entered the leg of his shorts, Bob had closed his eyes, fully relaxed and enjoying Walt's attention. The sight was quite arousing for the lonely man watching them.

Carl was definitely wrong, in front of Miles' eyes was the perfect illustration of what he longed for. A love freely given and shared. A world where there was no need to compel the boys, or impose any rule. Miles knew it was not going to be the easiest path to follow and there might be setbacks, but it was the marine's choice.

His gaze leaving the sweethearts and looking for an outlet to his mounting desire, crossed Brett's eyes, who immediately reacted and came to him. In the space of a few days the young boy had become the most sexual of the three that shared his bed, not counting Anthony, of course, who had a similar appetite. He was always eager and welcoming with as many repeats as his partner could offer. He had not wandered from the nest yet, limiting himself to Sven, Matthew, and Miles but it would not be surprising if he started soon.

No word was necessary as they both took the direction of the bedroom, the boy, lustily brushing against the man and taking his hand.

Sven saw them leave and did not mind. The first time for Miles often did not last too long and being second or even third meant a prolonged and more satisfying fuck for the boy.

Matthew, absorbed by his game, was oblivious of everything else.

As soon as the door closed behind them Brett jumped on the bed pulling off his tee shirt and getting rid of his sneakers, then he laid down to allow Miles to finish the job.

The man was in no hurry knowing that Brett would not escape him. He took his time, first contemplating the beautiful boy lying on the bed who was eagerly waiting for him.

"What are you doing? Come join me," said Brett, rubbing his crotch in anticipation.

"I'm just enjoying the sight."

"Come enjoy me, I'm all ready for you," said Brett, finally pulling down his shorts and showing his slender boner.

Miles took off his shirt, undid his belt and let his trousers fall. His own erection was quite obvious, his uncovered glans pushing out of his underwear.

"You're too slow!" exclaimed Brett, coming to him to take the matter in hand and in mouth, so to speak.

Miles exhaled at the feel of the sweet boy's mouth capturing his cock head and his agile tongue playing with the slit, one hand was handling his balls and the other pushing the underwear out of the way.

With one hand on Brett's shoulder for balance, Miles was finally able to get himself as naked as the boy. All the while, his cock remained captured by the boy's sweet mouth. Mile's hand was now behind the child's head, lost in his silky blond hair and guiding him up and down his shaft. Brett was a fast learner in every domain and was giving head like a pro, most of Mile's cock going down his gullet without apparent discomfort.

With regret the man pulled him off.

"This is great but I'm here to pleasure you, not the other way around. I think I know what you want. What you really like."

"I know what you mean and don't tell me you don't like it too," replied the boy, wiping some saliva that had escaped his busy mouth.

"I never said that."

"Front or back?"

"Let's start on the back, we'll finish with you facing me; we both like it that way." Brett got on all fours, lowering his upper body and raising his butt ready to receive Miles.

The lube was on the nightstand and was put to use. There were no other preliminaries.

Miles aligned himself, and holding firmly the boy's hips, pushed in, feeling the resistance of the tight pucker giving way. He was in.

"You okay?" he asked, bending over the boy, enjoying the contact of his soft skin, his hands leaving the hips, one encircling his torso, the other taking Brett's hand, his lips kissing his neck.

"Go ahead, I want you all the way in."

Some caution was still required, Brett, although keen of it, was not yet fully accustomed to the act of penetration.

Miles went forward inch by inch, loving every moment, kissing and caressing the wonderful creature under him, his hands roaming everywhere, massaging Brett's thigh and butt. The boy gave little grunts while he pushed back himself to have more of the man's meat inside him.

It took them a few minutes for Miles' pubes to brush the child's buttocks.

"Now! I want you now!" said Brett, readying for the assault.

Miles began, slowly amplifying the strength and width of his thrusts, first to spare the child any discomfort but also to delay his own orgasm. The sound of flesh slapping flesh could soon be heard louder and faster.

It was inevitable Miles' juices were rising and his climax getting closer. He pulled out, moving the boy onto his back. Brett raised his legs as Miles was entering him again and with a few strokes he spent his load while their lips were joined and their tongues at work.

Still grinding his deflating cock in the child, Miles moved to his side, taking the boy with him in a post coital bliss.

"How good was it?" he asked, catching his breath.

"Great, I won't get tired of it anytime soon, you know."

"Glad to hear it. I didn't expect any other answer. Shall we go back with the others?"

"Can't we do it again? first."

"It seems you never have enough."

"I'm new to the game, I love it."

"Good for me but I'd rather wait till we were with Sven and Matthew first, I'm not your age anymore and they'll want a moment with me too. I must have some spunk left for them. Don't you think?"

"I understand. Then I'll ask Sven if he's up for it, seems he likes my bum, he's nothing like you, though."

"Good idea, you can have this place and if I'm still able, later, I'll ask you for seconds too."

Talking with Brett, he realized that it had been days since he had a moment alone with Sven. He believed that the boy, assured of the man's love, did not suffer from it. All the same, that was no reason to neglect him. It was still early in the evening and he had quite enough time to catch up with him.

"Brett, sorry to ask, instead, Could you tell him to join me? I just thought that we haven't had a moment alone together for some time."

"Yes, I can understand that, you've been a busy man. Well, if you promise me, I'm next, it's no problem."

"Okay, if necessary, I'll pass on Matthew tonight. Will you go fetch Sven for me," said Miles before changing his mind again. "No, thinking about it, it's better if I go myself."

Fisher's words were still going around in Miles' head. This was indeed paradise, going from one boy to the next, speaking of sex as if it was the most natural thing in the world, between a man and a boy. Should he pinch himself to check it was not a dream?

Now that they were dressed, he held the boy in his arms, just to check he was not just a figment of his imagination.

"What's the matter?" asked Brett, a little surprised. "Did you change your mind?"

"No, it's just a way to show you how much I love you, Brett, and not only because of the sex."

"You should not worry about that; I think we all know that quite well. Speaking for myself I don't mind the sex, on the contrary." Brett's hand was on Miles's crotch, it was always worth a try, "And you like it too, a lot."

Miles was not insensible to the boy's teasing.

"You little scamp. Let's go see what the others are up to; if Sven doesn't want to, you're sure to have a chance for a repeat performance."

***

Carl left the dining hall with Tools. He had made no progress with Dunn and he knew it. An open conflict was becoming increasingly probable as the atmosphere of suspicion and tension during the dinner had shown.

Despite his outward show of confidence, doubt had crept in. Dunn was right, open conflict would weaken the school, whoever won in the end. It may even endanger his control of the refugees and shift the balance of power. It had to be avoided at all cost. If it meant maintaining the status quo, he would pursue and implement his vision, while Dunn and Simons, if she survived, would continue their recriminations. They did not have the means to stop him or change his policies.

Their only hope was by winning over more followers. Carl's system of privileges should prevent that, at least that was the plan. Still, it was a thorn in his side and you never knew how it would end. He did not like that. It meant more work and effort on his part when his whole scheme was to finally relax and enjoy life. If only he could get back the Bradleys and Humvees. Then he could get rid of them but there would still be a cost. Was Max as good a replacement for Dunn as he thought? He was losing his focus. He needed to find the right answers and stop mulling it over.

Carl was angry with Dunn but even more so with himself. He hated not to get what he wanted, the way he wanted. It did not bode well for the boy that would share his bed tonight. His experience with Cole, the Lorentz boys, and this same afternoon with Grant, proved he had acquired an appetite for hurting and humiliating boys. Or to be more precise, of doing whatever came into his mind at any given moment, heedless of any restraint. He had kept it in check so far but not anymore. He had opened Pandora's box, there could be no going back. On the good side he would finally get to use the vast collection of paraphernalia he had accumulated over the years. Even if it stayed within Eagle House and was done with discretion, sooner or later word would eventually get out of those activities, exacerbating his conflict with Dunn, but it could not be helped.

"Raymond, What are your plans for this evening?"

"The usual, I imagine."

"Has Chandler been tamed yet? Are you satisfied with him?"

"He's not perfect but showing progress."

"My friend, perfection is not of this world, as I'm sure you know. We must be happy with what we have."

"In that case, I have no reason to complain. He does what I ask of him."

"And would you like to add some spice to this evening?"

"What do you mean by spice?"

"A change of habit. We have new boys, virgins, in the whorehouse, all in great need of being 'broken in.' Would you like to try one out?"

Tools had not expected such a proposition and wondered what it could be hiding. Fisher always did things for a purpose.

"I don't know; probably."

"You've done it twice already, I hear. With Chandler, naturally, and that boy at the farm."

"Who told you about that?"

"It's my job to know everything."

"Well, yes, I did that."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"Not really, I used that boy, he filled a need."

"Then you must try again, Chandler is not the only boy worthy of your interest. The four I selected myself, are the best available. To tell you the truth, three have already been used, I couldn't resist a little fun this afternoon. But one hasn't been touched yet. What do you say? Come to my apartment for a drink and some entertainment? You won't regret it."

"You know I'm a romantic. I'm attached to Chandler; I really love the boy."

"And you've every right to be, he's certainly worth it. It doesn't mean you can't allow yourself to enjoy a little extra from time to time."

"What will Chandler think?"

"Ah, you always surprise me, you're really in love with the boy. He'll think he's not the only one; that he could be replaced. He knows what happens to the boys in the whorehouse, it can only make him more attentive and respectful."

"Well, it's worth a try. I've had no occasion to visit him today. I've been too busy supervising the cleanup."

"Good. You'll meet Lucio, an obedient little Italian and I'll have a second go at Grant, he is exactly the kind of boy I need tonight." Carl was aware of his dark mood and did not want to expose Esteban to any incident. Esteban was a keeper, whereas Grant was uneducated white trash. As pretty as he was, he was a mere plaything for his darkest whims. Making Tools an accomplice of what occurred tonight, and having him participate, would help consolidate their partnership and prevent him from changing allegiance down the line.

"I'm not used to this. I do those things in private."

"As I recall you had your fist blowjob right in front of me. I'm sure you'll perform as well as me. I have Viagra if you're worried about it. It does miracles. Still, as soon as you catch sight of Lucio everything will be in working order."

They were not alone when they reached the whorehouse, which seemed to have become a great success with the waiting room filled with eager "clients."

Omar greeted Carl with a large smile.

"We were about to be opening for business," he said.

"You'll have to do without Lucio and Grant for a time, we need them for an hour or two," informed Carl."

"No problem, we'll manage," said Stephan, baton in hand.

"I'll need a moment to get a few items from my collection and pick the boys. You can start in five minutes," said Carl.

"Very well, that works for us, take your time, boss."

Carl, with Tools on his heels, entered his apartment and then opened the adjoining door to the whorehouse, stepping inside.

"Hello my precious," he announced fervently. "Who wants to come play with us?"

Esteban was the first to react, and with more hesitancy, Chandler stood up ready to follow the adults.

"Sorry, my love, you'll join me later," said Carl to Esteban. Same for you Chandler, your master wants to try someone else. Lucio come over here."

The boy had been expecting it and obediently left his bed to come toward the two men.

"Didn't I tell you he was a pretty thing?" said Carl, raising the boy's face by the chin. "Now, if you prefer, there's Grant, come here, boy."

"Never," grumbled the boy, inaudibly and not moving.

"What did you say?" asked Carl with satisfaction, thinking, 'Good he's not learned his lesson yet'.

"Nothing," said Grant, worried as the man came for him.

"What did I tell you?"

"To come."

"Louder! I didn't hear you."

The silence in the large room was total, all the boys holding their breath.

"That I should come."

"But you're still on your bed." Grant looked around but found no answer to give Carl, nor any way out. No one was going to come to his aid. "Move it!" ordered Carl in a commanding tone. In one hand he held a leash, with the other he pulled out of his pocket an electric baton. "Would you like a taste of this?"

Grant had no choice and got off the bed.

"No, sir."

"That's a good boy, let me put this on you. Your attitude shows you deserve it." Carl fixed the leash and pulled on it as he joined Tools and Lucio, "Let's go and enjoy ourselves."

Carl locked the door behind him and as soon as he was done, he used the baton on Grant; the boy fell to the ground shaking. The voltage had been set at low but the effect was self-evident.

"Why did you do that?" asked Tools."Those boys need to obey at once. That's the rule, punishment must be immediate when a rule is broken. Get up Grant, you're here to entertain us. We're just beginning," said Carl pulling on the leash.

The boy stood, still visibly trembling after the sudden, unanticipated punishment.

"What would you like to drink, Raymond? Grant will be happy to pour us a glass. Whiskey, Bourbon, Cognac, something else?"

***

"Did you learn anything?" asked Arthur.

They were in his room, one of the teacher's small cubicles. Anthony had left Mickey playing with his friends.

"Not much. I tried talking with Sean, Riichi, and a few others but it appears the subject is too sensitive. They don't want to tell me exactly what's going on, on the second floor, just saying the girls are all right and taken care of."

"I don't like that 'taken care of' expression."

"They are with the small kids, that's a good sign, don't you think?"

"I don't know, and even so, it doesn't solve my problem. I want Nancy back."

"Go get her then."

"How could I do that? They didn't even let me in Eagle House when I asked to see her."

"I could go in today but not to the second floor."

"There's something going on, definitely."

"Did you ask Miles? He still has some leverage with Fisher, maybe he could get her released from there."

"He talked with Fisher today, it didn't go too well. So now is not the time to ask for favors."

"It's still worth a try. You have nothing to lose."

"Maybe tomorrow, if nothing comes up before then. Do you have any idea of the security of Eagle House at night?"

"You're not thinking of going there and doing something stupid, are you?"

"Not really. Perhaps as a last resort."

"Forget about it; there are guards everywhere; you'd never get out."

"Do you think they would shoot at me?"

"I hope not, but is it worth the risk?"

"It is."

"You're in love, that's why. I had hoped we could have spent a nice moment together." The boy put his hand on the young man's thigh.

"I'm not like that. I'm not gay." Arthur was shocked by Anthony's words and gesture and pushed the hand away.

"Very well, understood, that's your right. Sorry."

"No harm done, it's okay," Arthur never imagined the boy would try something like that on him. Forgetting his unease, he came back to the main subject, "So what do we do? Any idea?"

"Perhaps. Why not use the official way?"

"What do you mean?"

"Say that we're following orders, Fisher's orders to take her away."

"For what reason?"

"Do we need one?"

"I think so, remember I am the enemy for a few of them, they'll ask for an explanation."

"I would be with you."

"Not sure it would be enough. We could say she's needed in the infirmary. Most people know she was there and did a good job."

"That could work. It's much safer than barging in and trying to get her out at night."

"It would be better if I went alone, Fisher will not trust you after that."

"No, you need someone who knows the place. Let me try to get to that second floor one more time. There are still a few more boys I could ask, I might get lucky this time. The more we know, the better prepared we are, the more chance for success we have."

"Okay, I'll give you one day. No more."

"I'll make do. I'll leave you now."

"You've been a great help, Anthony; I can't thank you enough. Just not that way though," he added blushing.

"That's what friends do for each other. Now I need to find someone else to fill my needs. You gave me an itch for something big tonight, who could it be? I could try Miles but he's busy with three boys already."

"How can you talk of such things that way?" Arthur said, embarrassed by the boy's words.

Anthony answered with a smile and his tongue licking his lips suggestively.

"That's how I am. See you."

***

Miles had been right, Sven jumped at the chance. He himself regretted they rarely had time alone these past weeks.

The boy left his pals, replaced by Brett, and they exchanged a wink. Miles was happy to see their complicity in the arrangement. Despite their persistent goodwill he felt like walking on eggs with his three boys, trying not to favor one or the other. It was not easy and he was never certain how his words or acts would be interpreted.

They hurried to the bedroom, eager to share that precious moment. As soon as they were inside, they kissed, their hands slipping under each other's clothes, seeking more intimate contact. Miles took the initiative carrying the boy to the bed like a newlywed couple. He did not want to rush into sex, having already enjoyed a good helping of that with Brett. He wanted Sven to feel special, not just one more good lay until the next. It was a sentiment he wanted to express and make clear.

They simply cuddled and kissed for a moment, content in the simple presence of the other and started talking.

"I went to see Louise before dinner," said Sven.

"I went earlier but she was asleep, I didn't want to disturb her, she needs her rest and I did not know what to tell her after my meeting with Fisher."

"She seemed disappointed in you."

"What did she say?"

"It was not really her words, rather a feeling. I would say she thinks you're not tough enough. She would like you to be more aggressive with Fisher."

"What is your position on that matter?"

"I'm just a kid, you're the adults."

"Still, I'm certain you have an opinion."

"I love you, that disqualifies me from any judgment."

Miles was moved by the boy's heartfelt words.

"You love me, really?" He had to repeat the words.

"Don't you believe it? Or do you think someone my age cannot love?" teased the boy.

"I am the last one who would think such a thing, I can tell you, it's rather that I am quite astounded that you boys love me. It's a question of self-esteem I suppose.

"You think you're not worth our love?"

"Something like that. What did I do to earn that love? And there's three of you, four with Anthony, it's hard to believe. There's also the nagging fact of me being an adult and you a boy. There's still that little voice saying that it's not right coming back, sometimes. That I'm an odious pedophile, scum for most people, that's what I heard for years. Sorry, this talk is becoming awfully serious, that's not what we came here for."

"I know. Let me show you what the little kid can do to the big man."

Sven took off his tee shirt and shorts in an instant, his sneakers were already gone. Miles, not to be outdone, was imitating him and undressing for the second time that evening. They were soon naked, on their side, embracing again and kissing, their erections rubbing against each other, one of Miles' hands on the boy's gorgeous buns kneading them.

"Do you want me to suck you, or do you want my bum?" asked Sven, ready for anything.

"I want both but let me take care of you first. For if you said you love me, I can tell you I love you too."

"Would you love me as much without the sex?" said Sven, teasing again.

"To tell the truth probably not as much but I would still love you. Don't you like the sex?"

"Don't you know the answer? Of course, I do, silly. Remember, it was me that came to you. I was so exited but I was also terrified, I can tell you! I do not regret it for one second."

"I was terrified too, before that my life was a wreck, it was all new for me, I wanted to do it right. Fortunately, this is all behind us now, there's no reason to be afraid any longer."

Miles started his slow descent. He had a good knowledge of what made the boy tick and was able to push all the right buttons, the nipples, the hairless armpits, the navel before reaching the boy's hard stem and its sac.

"Seems to me you've grown a few hairs down there, lately," said Miles, kissing the erect and elegant boner.

"Does it bother you?"

"Bother me? No. Why do you ask?"

"Because you don't like hairy boys."

"What makes you say that?" Now Miles was sucking on it and talked between mouthfuls.

"In the showers you look only at the hairless ones. I could shave them."

"You would do that?"

"Of course; I don't mind."

"It's nice of you, but no, I don't want that. I like you as you are, hairy or not." Was the boy afraid to lose the man's interest as much as Miles was himself worried that such a thing might be possible. Carl had warned him several times. "Anyway, that's not really an issue, sorry to say, there's too few of them." Miles had left the stem to work on the sac and its two still rather small pebbles. "You blondes are usually late bloomers. It will be some years before it becomes a concern."

"But it will."

Sven definitely had a few issues to discuss. Miles had to answer them.

"True, I like boys, not men and there's nothing we can do to change that or stop you from becoming one."

"What then?"

"I suppose, I hope, we will still love each other but it will not be expressed in the same way. Perhaps by then you'll find an interest in girls."

"I don't think so and anyway there are not that many left. Fisher has got almost all of them."

Miles found a good way to cut short this discussion for which he had no easy answer.

"It brings us back to the earlier question. What do you think I should do about it? about Fisher."

"Killing ferals was hard but they were not really human. If there's a fight with Fisher it will be boys like us that we'll be fighting. Some of them we know or even are friends with. I'm not sure I could do it. I certainly don't want that to happen. You'll have to find another way."

Miles was again face to face with Sven, hugging him, caressing his perfect skin and well-known shapes. This was no idle talk.

"Then the only solution would be to find a way to kill Fisher. How would the others react?" asked Miles.

"If you want to kill a serpent you cut off its head." Sven had always been a responsible and smart boy.

"Still, it would be cold blooded murder. Fisher has not done anything that could justify such an action."

"No, but he will."

"I think I'll wait for that. I hope that Walford can reach his friends and bring them here. Then all this talk will become unfounded." Miles did not mention that it could also bring different problems and could endanger their lifestyle. "Let's forget all that for now. We're here to enjoy each other."

"Time to take care of my bum, I want to feel you inside me."

They kissed passionately, and as their lips and tongues finally separated, Miles turned the boy on his belly. Sven's twin mounds firm and well-rounded were fully exposed, the tan lines separating the legs and torso from the creamy buttocks always charged with sensuality for the man.

Man and boy, loved to have them played with, massaged, squeezed, nibbled, kissed … It was what Miles got busy doing, taking care to avoid touching the rosebud hidden between them–for now. Some teasing and frustration could only heighten the boy's announced pleasure. The hills and valleys of Sven's lower back, his twin buns and upper thighs were a marvel to contemplate and enjoy. After his hands, Miles brought his lips and tongue to honor them before going lower to lick at the young sac. The man's cheeks were pressed and rubbing against the satiny skin of the boy's inner thighs, a true delight.

"It tickles," said Sven, not at all opposed to the feeling.

"It is a sweet caress to me. Do you want it now?" Their tantalizing game had been going on for many minutes already and Miles knew exactly what the boy's answer would be.

"Yes, please."

Miles spread the boy's buttocks fully exposing the pucker hidden there. After kissing it, he gave it a lick sending shivers up Sven's spine. Placing a pillow under the boy's midsection, he grabbed the KY still on the side table. He entered the boy easily and rested in his warm slithery depths for a moment to give him time to get accustomed to his cock's welcome girth and length.

"Now, do it now!" said Sven between kisses, head on the side and his blue eyes plunging in the man's gray ones.

Miles complied and made love to the boy. His thrusts were long and steady as Sven was grinding his own erect cocklet against the pillow and had his first climax.

For his part, Miles knew he could last that way for a long time and this was his first choice. He wanted to bring as much pleasure to the boy in his arms as he could and a few minutes later Sven came again, moaning in bliss.

"Do it harder, the way I like," he finally said to Miles. The man expected it to happen sooner or later.

"Of course."

Miles pulled out gently and turned the boy to face him; Sven had an expression of raw desire on his face, he was beautiful with his sweat darkened bleached hair. The boy's legs were on Miles shoulders, his arms outstretched behind him holding the headboard and he had his butt raised ready to receive the man's shaft.

Miles did not hesitate and entered Sven again in one go. The feeling was lusted after and exquisite for both. There was a grunt for Miles, a moan for Sven, followed by more as the relentless pounding started and lasted for close to five minutes. The man had become an expert in reading the boy's feelings and was able to rely on that knowledge to navigate his lovemaking, bringing them both to a climax at the same time.

They stayed in each other's arms, snuggling together on the bed, Miles' still tumescent member embedded in the warm recesses of the boy before drifting off to sleep.

***

CHAPTER 41

Since his first punishment with the electric baton, Grant was now behaving like the perfect little slave. He had been trembling slightly when he poured their glasses but had not spilled a drop. When called, he had come into Carl's lap, accepting his kisses and groping without the slightest protest, not even refusing the man's invading tongue. Yet, Carl was not satisfied.

It had to change.

Tools, for his part, was rather shy with Lucio, who despite standing beside his chair ready to service him in any way he desired, had not yet been touched.

"What are you waiting for, Raymond? How can you resist such a pretty morsel that is at your entire disposal? A boy's mouth tastes so good between sips of an aged bourbon, the perfect combination. Isn't it so, Grant?"

"Yes, sir," replied the boy, lowering his eyes.

"Would you like a sip too?"

"As you want sir."

"That would be a waste, but since you seem to be well behaved, for once, you can have some."

"Isn't it a bit strong for him?" asked Raymond.

"On the contrary, the stronger the better. Bend your head backwards and open your mouth, kid."

Grant obeyed and Carl poured in the remainder of his glass, far more than just a sip. The boy had not expected that and the shock of the strong beverage was more than he could deal with. After one gulp he coughed and spat it out onto the carpet carefully avoiding not to spill it on Carl.

The blow came at once and he fell to the ground, his head ringing.

"You little shit, wasting such a nectar. We'll have to teach him a lesson … again. Won't we Raymond?"

"Carl, be reasonable, I told you it was too strong for the boy. You gave him too much."

"You think so?" Carl loved it, to play with the boy's emotions and fears, make him confused and totally uncertain of his fate from one moment to the next. "You might be right Raymond. I'm sorry Grant, come back into my arms, I hope I didn't hurt you too much."

The boy hesitantly climbed back onto his lap, what choice did he have. Carl glanced at Lucio, the effect the little scene had had on him was one more cause of satisfaction for the man and it was only the beginning. Carl had thought the difficult part would be to involve Tools in the boys' ordeal, but seeing a noticeable bulge in his pants, it was a favorable indication that this would not be such a hardship as he first contemplated.

"Perhaps Lucio would like a sip too?" said Carl, laughing.

"Please no, sir," said the boy, looking at Raymond, knowing he was the only one that might reason with Fisher.

"Very well, as you wish. Personally, what I would like is to have your lips around my cock. Will you lend him to me Raymond while Grant takes care of your needs? I assure you his ass will be yours; I won't touch it."

"I don't mind," answered Tools, not quite sure where Carl was leading him.

"I see your glass is empty. Grant refill Raymond's glass and give him the best blowjob you can. You'll have to excuse the boy, he hasn't had much practice yet. Lucio come over here." Carl was fumbling with his zipper and taking out his erection. "It will be all yours. What a lucky little guy you are. Be careful with your teeth, though, and be warned, I don't want to spill my seed in your mouth. That's reserved for Grant's tight ass. Understood?"

"Yes sir, of course sir." Lucio went down to his knees and took Fisher's imposing organ in his hands not quite sure how to deal with it. Meanwhile after refilling the glass, Grant had pulled out Tools engorged cock, and put it in his mouth without delay.

"Get to work, Lucio, don't keep staring at it, I have important things to discuss with my friend." Carl grabbed a clump of Lucio's hair and brought him forward, forcing his cock inside the boy's mouth. "What a nice feeling, up and down, Lucio, keep going and remember what I told you." With his hand still in the boy's hair, he accompanied the movement. "Don't you just love teaching the really important things, Raymond? Take Grant for instance, he's already initiated but he still has so much to learn. What do you think of Dunn? What should we do about him?"

The question came out of nowhere and Tools was taken aback, being preoccupied by the sensations Grant's mouth was providing his cock.

"Is it wise to talk about that while the kids are listening?"

"Who cares, they're occupied by other matters, and in any case, they'll be confined to the whorehouse until they grow too old to appeal to us. Even then, someone like Max for example, might take a liking to older teens. So they might stay even longer than that. We can talk freely. Answer me."

"I don't really know, you're the one that makes the decisions for us."

"Come on Tools, you're far from stupid. You must have some idea. What would you do?"

"As I said before, we might still need him and I don't see how we could get rid of him that easily."

"You'll be surprised to learn I reached the same conclusion. I've decided to keep the status quo for now. Still, he is a thorn in my side and we will have to pull it out if he gets too troublesome."

"I heard Louise has been severely wounded. If he lost her support, he would be less of a nuisance."

"You're absolutely right, Raymond. Perhaps I should talk to Shirley about that. She works at the infirmary after all and what she used to end the suffering of the flu victims could be used again. Nobody would be any the wiser."

Carl was getting close to a climax; Lucio's head was still bobbing up and down in his lap guided by his hand as he accelerated the tempo, coming copiously a minute later and filling the surprised boy's mouth. Lucio was retching, and like Grant earlier, had to spill most of it on the carpet.

Carl waited for him to catch his breath.

"Didn't I tell you I didn't want to cum?"

"But," replied Lucio at a loss for words.

"But what?" asked Carl, delighted by the boy's distress.

"It was you; I could not pull it out."

"So … what you mean, is that it was my fault."

"Yes, I mean no."

"Too late," said Carl quietly as the electric baton touched the boy's skin and he pressed the button.

"Carl!" exclaimed Tools.

"What?" replied Carl, "Isn't it fun?" To mark his point, he touched the recovering boy a second time. The dam had broken, finally he realized he could be himself, doing what he had wanted to do all his life, starting with his brother all those years ago. There was nobody to stop him anymore, no parents, no police, no justice. Even Dunn would be powerless, too preoccupied by the preservation of his own little paradise.

"This is not necessary," insisted Tools.

"Necessary? Of course not, but immensely pleasurable. Oh yes! Don't you want to try?" added Carl, handing the baton to Tools.

"No, I don't."

"Grant, pour Raymond another glass, I see he appreciates good quality whiskey. Now perhaps we should try something different, time to deflower young Lucio here." Carl slapped the boy's buttocks none too gently and turned them towards Tools, "You haven't unloaded yet, my friend, here's the perfect receptacle for your seed."

Tools hated it but he felt a certain fascination for Carl and his actions. The two, soon to be three glasses of whiskey certainly helped.

Carl was aware of Raymond's state of mind, the man's erection was as strong as ever. He knew Tools hated himself for lusting after boys, something he had kept repressed his whole life. Carl had been the one to free him from that state of mind, revealing his inner self, and fortunately, Tools had not turned his anger against him but against the objects of his desire, the boys. Now was the time to make him unleash his anger, free the beast, so to speak.

"Why don't you take off your clothes, Raymond, I'll do the same. I would say it is time for a bit of buggering. How much did you like raping that boy at the farm? Did you use lube or was it a raw fucking? And taming young Chandler? That must have given you some satisfaction too. I bet he wasn't too willing."

"I liked it, I liked it a lot," confessed Tools, reminiscing those liberating moments. "I don't know, it felt like it was the kid's fault that I was who I am." The good considerate man that had tried to restrain Carl was suddenly gone.

"Yes, they're not as innocent as they let us think. In fact, the blame is on them, they seduce us with their pretty faces and smooth bodies. How can we resist such temptation?"

Carl was delighted to see Tools' transformation complete from the admirable, dedicated teacher to the man he was now observing and in such a short span of time. He knew that human nature was dark and unpredictable but this was spectacular.

The two men undressed; Tools not showing any modesty this time. He then grabbed Lucio and threw him onto the bed. The KY tube was in view on the side table and he used it first and foremost for his own comfort, then he penetrated the tight virgin orifice without regard for the boy and committed himself to a very exciting fuck.

Carl watched it all, seated with Grant dancing on his cock. The only annoying thing were the occasional wails of pain coming from Lucio when Tools' hand slipped from his mouth. They would need to gag him or any other boy they brought here to play the next time; he did not think the apartment was soundproof enough for that kind of noise.

***

Lance Walford could not believe his luck. He had made contact on the first try, not twenty minutes after starting the radio. His son Jeffy, seated beside him, smiled broadly.

"Stanley, is it really you, you old geezer?"

"It is, seventy-two going on seventy-three and still here. We thought we'd lost you. Who's with you? What happened? We waited two whole days at the rendezvous point."

"Jeffy's here, I think he wants to say hello."

"Hi, Stan, it's me, Jeffy."

"Glad to hear you, son. We were worried silly about you and your dad. What about the rest of the crew? What happened?"

"The road was cut off by a feral horde, hundreds, if not thousands of them. I barely escaped in the van with Jeffy and a few boys. Unfortunately, the bus and the truck didn't make it."

"That's terrible. Wasn't Martha in the bus?"

"She was, same thing for Vicky, Sasha was with me in the van and it was hard for him to lose her."

"I can understand that."

"What is the situation with you? Have you found a place to settle down?"

"We found something but it is far from satisfactory, resources are thin. There's five hundred of us and most communities are not particularly welcoming."

"Who's in charge?"

"Victor took the lead."

"Good choice, he's level headed, you can count on him."

"What about you? What's become of you?"

"Could you bring Victor over, I think my story will interest the two of you and I have a proposition to make."

"Sure thing, he can't be far, I'll fetch him. I'm curious to hear what you have to tell us."

The pause was a welcome opportunity for Lance to organize his thoughts. Ten minutes later, when the conversation resumed, he more or less knew what he wanted to say.

"Hello Doc, this is Victor. Sorry for Martha and all the others, those poor little kids; Stanley told me what happened. It seems you have a story to tell and more than that."

"Hi, Victor, good to hear your voice, glad you made it through."

"We did, but we still haven't found a new Okatie."

"Well, I may have something for you, but it will not come without some challenges."

"Go ahead, I want to hear it. Where are you?"

"Saint Xavier, a private school for boys. After escaping the ferals, we had to face a fire, a big one, that pushed us south. We met with other people on the way that were going there and we followed."

"A school for boys, I thought those were a thing of the past. What does it look like?"

"It's one of those schools for the elite, away from any city or the main roads and, indeed, only with boys which may explain why it was mostly spared during the crisis."

"What shape are they in now? Is it big enough for us? You spoke of challenges?"

"Coming to it in a moment. They are well organized with plenty of resources, weapons, food, electricity, running water and great long-term potential."

"Tell me where you are and we'll be there as soon as possible. What's the catch?"

"They're in the middle of a tug of war and don't agree on the direction they should take."

"Would we be welcome?"

"There are two factions, one led by Fisher, the headmaster and supported by the majority. The other led by Dunn an ex-marine who would welcome us."

"You mean he needs us to get the upper hand."

"I told Stanley you were smart, I was right. Things are getting tense between them. Fisher, the headmaster, wants to rule the school his way. The people that found a refuge here by chance, like me, are treated like second class citizens and it seems to be getting worse every day. My status as a doctor has preserved me, so far."

"The headmaster's the bad guy then."

"He is, if you want to call him that."

"What if we showed up at their door? How many of them are there?"

"Enough to put up a fight. But with Dunn on our side the hope is that it would not happen."

"Dunn is the good guy."

"Exactly."

"Is he alone?"

"No, otherwise I fear he would have been eliminated some time ago. He has followers but mostly kids. He has all the necessary weapons though; even armored vehicles and he can fight if it comes to that."

"I see."

"What he thinks, is that with your coming, the balance of power will be inverted and that Fisher, the headmaster will step down."

"It isn't a sure thing?"

"I've only been here a few days, we had the fire and a feral attack during that time, I would not jump to conclusions. I would say it's fifty-fifty."

"We've avoided any fighting so far but it's getting difficult and I don't know if it won't become necessary at some point, the interest of our community comes first. If you tell me it's worth it, we will seriously consider that option."

"I honestly think it's worth it."

"I'll have to discuss it with the others. Then there's the question of the distance. We're low on gas."

"I understand. Let's meet again tomorrow at the same time. You'll find our location easily with a map."

"Perhaps I could talk with the marine, Dunn?"

"That seems a good idea and could avoid misunderstandings. See you tomorrow then."

"See you, Doc."

***

Greg spent as much time as possible with Will, and the boy followed him whenever he could on his different tasks of the day. Strangely, Eagle House was avoided as much as possible, Greg did not think it was a suitable environment for the boy. The opening of the whorehouse had worsened the situation with its ever-present leering, noisy crowd of teens waiting to get their hands on a boy, and soon a girl.

As Greg and Will returned to their room, they had to pass in front of them and despite his presence and reputation, some crude comments on Will could be heard. They all knew he was meant to be his catamite, and as a refugee, at best, he could only be considered a fuck toy. Fisher had achieved his goal on that point, most of the Saint Xavier boys believed themselves superior, with an innate right to mistreat the refugees. Greg had been instrumental in establishing that precept and it prevailed at Eagle House more than anywhere else.

"Don't listen to them," he told the boy, one arm encircling his shoulders protectively.

"Why are they mean like that?" asked Will.

"Because they're stupid, those things often go together." He had identified a few of them and intended to pay them a visit later.

"I don't like it here," stated William. "I would like to go back to the dormitory with my friends. You could come with me."

"That's not possible, Will, you know it. Don't you like being with me?"

This was a question he had not dared ask yet. He knew there were ties between him and the boy but how strong were they?

"I like it but I miss Benny and Sullivan and the others."

"I think they are with the girls and Nancy in the whor… the other room."

"I like Nancy, can I go see her?"

"Wait, and I'll bring them here for a bit. Would you like that?"

"Thanks, Greg, you're the best." Will threw himself in the teens' arms.

Greg still did not understand the kid's attitude after what had been done to him. How could he show such affection to a guy who had kidnapped and raped him, knocked him unconscious and left him naked without any certainty he would be found or would recover from the blow. He had heard that mistreated, abused kids still loved their parents but he was nothing of the kind.

True, something special had happened between them, their meeting had been a turning point for him, what had the boy seen in him that could explain this mysterious attraction?

"Wait here, I'll be back shortly."

Nobody dared question his orders and he was able to take Nancy and the two kids with him, at eight and six years old they perfectly fit Carl's requirements. Staying only a few minutes, he was assaulted with questions from the girls and answered that Nancy would tell them all they needed to know when she came back.

As the little group left, they were confronted with the same kind of wisecracks as Will before, but mostly directed at Nancy this time. With the addition of Lucio's muffled wails of pain that came from Fisher's apartment they wisely hurried their pace.

"What's going on in there?" asked the girl, her face drained of color as they reached Greg's room.

The young man did not answer and opened his door, ushering the three of them inside. Will, smiling, greeted them and went into Nancy's arms.

"Will, What are you doing here?" Nancy was looking at Greg with daggers in her eyes. "What have you done to him? What do you want of us?"

"I did nothing to him, he wanted to see you. I just wanted to help," answered Greg.

"What has this place become? Arthur was right and it's even worse than he thought."

Greg had no easy answer, there was a lot of truth in Nancy's words. Personally, he would not have objected to what Eagle House had become, but confronted with Nancy's horrified expression and the cowering little boys, he had to acknowledge that Fisher's scheme could be considered wrong.

"Have a seat, we have to talk."

"Do I have a choice?"

"If you prefer, I can take you back to the whorehouse."

"The whorehouse?" Nancy had paled even more if that was possible.

"What did you think it was? There's one with girls and one with boys. Fisher's thought of everything."

"What's a whorehouse?" piped Benny.

"Nothing that concerns you," answered Nancy. She pulled a chair and sat watching Greg, some of her stamina had left her. "How can he do that?"

"He can do it because he wants to and knows how to win over and bring to his side most people."

"What is your role in all that?"

"I'm one of those to blame, I worked hard to achieve that result."

"What do you want to do with us?"

"Even the worst people can sometimes do some good. That's what I want to do here."

"That's specious."

"Maybe, but it's all for your benefit, it would be stupid to refuse. You're not stupid."

"What's the counterpart?"

"There's none. I like Will and he likes you. I want him happy."

"So what's the plan?"

"There's no plan, I make sure nothing bad happens to you."

"That includes Benny and Sullivan here?"

"Certainly, I don't think they are much at risk for now but with Carl, anything's possible. I'll do my best."

"What about the others?"

"I want to do it, but there is a limit to what I can do."

"Could you talk to Arthur for me, tell him I'm fine. Could I write him a note? He must be worried silly."

"Arthur? I didn't know you were close. It doesn't surprise me knowing his reputation. I can do it but I'll have to read it before handing it to him."

"I expected that."

"Now that's settled; What do you want to do?"

"We could play a game," suggested Will.

"That's a great idea," approved Nancy and Greg in unison.

***

"It was Neary, wasn't it. What did he want with you?" asked O'Malley.

"Seems his men got back from Saint Xavier."

"Already? What did they make of it? Did he tell you?"

"We're still alive, that's a good sign he's interested. The bad news is that they also have Alex now."

"Alex? Who's that?"

"A boy from the school, I know him."

"They captured him? Why is it bad news?"

"They claim he's very talkative and has given more information than me. I'm afraid they don't have much need of me anymore."

"We're still here as you said."

"Yes, but for how long? Do you think he'll keep his word and let us go?"

"You never know with that type of guy. Some of them have a strange code of honor; it's possible. It would be safer for us to find a way to escape though."

"Any idea?"

"None that seems reasonable for now. As long as we're stuck in this cage there's nothing we can do."

"We could pick the lock."

"How would you do that?"

"With this." Cole opened his hand, there was a paperclip inside.

"Where did you get that?"

"In Neary's trailer."

"Well done. I don't know if it will work but we can definitely try it tonight." O'Malley ruffled the boy's hair affectionately. He liked that kid more every day. Their future had looked grim but now there was a little ray of hope.

"How many people have they killed today?" asked Cole.

"I would say about ten," replied the man.

"They're still recruiting. Would you pass the test if they asked you?"

"What a strange idea. I would refuse."

"Even if your life was in the balance."

"Yes. Anyway, I don't think they would try that with me."

"And if it was my life?"

"Sorry, Cole, it would break my heart but I doubt I would do it. Most probably it would be just a game for them." O'Malley was silent for a moment. "In truth, I don't know, we haven't been together that long but I took a real liking to you, kid. I would hate to see you go. Hide that paperclip well, with luck we'll be long gone from here and I'll never be forced to make that decision."

"How many of them do you think there are?"

"Hard to tell, I would say about a hundred."

"Their boss seemed genuinely interested in taking Saint Xavier. Do they have a chance?"

"Depends on what's left of it after the passage of the feral horde. Do you regret telling Neary about it?"

"If I had not told him about it, we would be dead by now."

"You're quite right about that. Did you see that boy, Alex? Have you talked to him?"

"No, they don't want us to be in contact, he knows a lot more than me about the situation at Saint Xavier."

"Perhaps he is not even there, he escaped or they killed him."

"That would be good for us?"

"Yes, you would still be the only one as a source of information for them."

"But that would be bad for him."

"Well, I don't know if being a captive here is an enviable position. Look, here they come again, like yesterday at the same time."

A group of Ravagers was entering the enclosure to fetch their nightly "entertainment." None of the captives resisted; they knew what they were capable of. It would be boys for the most part but also the few girls and women they had recently captured.

***

"What a wonderful fuck! Raymond, did you hear that kid's moans and wails? They were music to my ears. We are kindred spirits Raymond, and see life the same way. We take what we want, whatever the consequences. Isn't that what you did with Chandler? Have Lucio clean your cock with his mouth; it seems a bit bloody. Then I'll have a go at him while you enjoy Grant."

Tools was not the same man. Under the influence of the whiskey, all his inhibitions were gone and he fed his cock into Lucio's mouth without hesitation, even delighting in the boy's tears.

"Perhaps I should save some spunk for Chandler?" he said.

"Don't you worry, you're young and you'll have enough left for him later. Will you treat him with the same fury?"

"I might." There was a perverse pleasure in debasing and talking that way about boys, as if their only reason for existence was to satisfy the men's lust in any way they chose.

"Come to me, Lucio," ordered Carl, now that the boy had finished his job and let go of Raymond's deflated cock. "Unsaddle Grant, and give your place to Lucio."

Grant pulled off Carl's rigid cock and left his lap. He received a gentle slap on his left bum cheek and was pushed toward Raymond, whose member was already beginning to stir to life.

The boys' plight was far from over.

Carl had a perfunctory glance at the trickle of blood going down Lucio's thigh. He had his baton in hand and applied it to the boy's neck, he smiled at him and pushed the button. Lucio fell to the ground.

Indifferent this time, Tools had positioned Grant and was getting ready for penetration. He slipped in easily; the boy was well prepared and stretched.

"Good boy," he said as he started thrusting in and out with gusto.

Lucio was coming back to his senses.

"I'm going to fuck you hard," Carl told him, "and I don't want to hear a sound. As pleasant as it was to my ears, we don't want to advertise what is going on here. Understood?"

Lucio nodded, he was in shock, what was happening to him was beyond reason; all he could hope for now was for it to stop. He was like a rag doll in Carl's hands. "This will be the ride of your life, kid. Get ready."

Oblivious to the boy's pain or his torn anus, Carl had returned the boy to the bed where his most recent torment had taken place. Placing him on his belly, he forced his member deep inside, holding Lucio firmly by the hips and started a frenzied fuck, rocking the bed. It lasted a few minutes before he spent his first load, while Tools, beside him, was still enjoying Grant.

The kid's hole was wasted, he would have to ask Shirley if he needed stitches but he considered it had been worth it. The boy had not squealed and would be back in shape in a few days to serve at the whorehouse. The blood had leaked on the sheets and he would have to change them. He pressed with two fingers on the torn anus to stop the bleeding and the boy winced. Carl rested for a while as he waited for Tools to finish, petting the trembling Lucio.

Carl thought of the times to come. A report he had seen about the food depot and the Sheins was of particular interest. Reading between the lines, it seemed that things had evolved in a way quite similar to Saint Xavier. The father and son, so it appeared, were reigning over the place, and dictating their rules, supported by some of the older boys, and sharing the spoils. The only major difference being that females were the prize of choice instead of pretty boys. Perhaps Greg should be sent there to see if they could join forces, create an alliance of sorts. Or, if there was an opportunity, he could take over and replace them with Tools. Then they would sweep the whole area to gather all that could be of use and subjugate whatever community they met. Now that the two major crises, the fire and the ferals, were over they could concentrate their efforts on the long term. Classes on agriculture and breeding, medicine, engineering, and many other essential matters would resume.

Tools had chosen to spill his seed in Grant's mouth and was face fucking him using the same energy as before; he did not last long. He pulled out, holding the boy's mouth shut with one hand.

"Swallow," he ordered.

"A job well done," commented Carl. "We should have many more such evenings like this one."

"Where will you get your virgin boys?" asked Tools.

"I'm working on it, but I'm certain there are many more that could be of use among us."

"You mean Saint Xavier Boys?"

"I have lists ready, but not only that, the sky's the limit now. We will find some outside of our walls, there are others that could become available among the refugees. We might even try the little ones I put with the girls; they need to be trained after all."

"You can't fuck kids that young," said Tools.

"Of course you can, I told you, there's no limit to what we can do if we stick together and forget about those hypocritical moral biases we had to live with for so long. We've come a long way already, haven't we?"

"We have," answered Tools, finally releasing Grant's head and mouth. The boy, amid repressed coughing, was at last able to take a deep breath.

"And we have much more to accomplish to secure our way of life. I have a mission for you tomorrow."

"What is it? Anything will be welcome as long as it doesn't involve getting rid of those damned feral bodies!"

"I understand. It might be dangerous though."

"Dangerous? Tell me more."

"I want you to go back to the mall and see if there's any of that military stuff left that we can use. Take twenty of our boys, but you'll have no Bradleys or Hummers, since we don't want Dunn to know of it."

"The mall? The fire came from that direction; there's probably nothing left of it."

"You may be right but it's worth checking. We cannot let Dunn be the only one with armored vehicles. Even if I ask Max to work on getting them back to us, it would be nice if we had something similar to oppose him with."

"You still think he wants to challenge you?"

"No, but better to be safe than sorry. Even if he does not have the numbers, he has his experience as a marine and the vehicles at his disposal. He could hit us hard."

"I understand."

"Will you do it?"

"I'll do it. There should be nothing much left between here and the mall and no ferals. I'll manage."

"Thank you, Raymond. I also want to expand and progressively control a large territory around the school."

"Isn't that beyond our reach?"

"Not if we do the right thing. I learned today that we might find some support at the food depot. The Sheins seem to have similar views on the future; we could find an agreement with them. I'll send Greg to negotiate with them and see what is possible. I will also talk to any of the refugees with information on other communities. A few more adults on our side should help keep the boys in line and Dunn on the defensive."

"How will you manage that?" Tools' cock was back in Grant's mouth and his hand on the boy's neck. It was nothing like before, just the pleasure of being in the boy's sweet and warm cavity. Carl smiled at the sight; he had never really thought possible such a transformation of the gentle and passionate teacher.

"Easy in fact. They have seen we could make life hell for them. They will welcome any relief from that. What do most people want at the moment? Food on their plate and a safe place to live, and we'll add a girl or boy in their bed to do with as they please. That's human nature, I've used that ploy all my life, give them what they want and they'll come to eat out of the palm of your hand. It's rather simple in fact."

"I think you know how to do that. I think I'm experiencing something of the kind right now."

"It's a talent I developed over the years. I did not have much of a choice, it was a question of survival. They'll jump at the deal. Of course, it's better to pick the right ones. I'm not too worried about that. Also, let's not forget those people have gone through hard times and been forced to make difficult choices. This is not a time for the good guys or Boy Scouts, even if some of them have made it through with success like Dunn."

"Without him we probably would have been goners."

"I agree with you, there's no question about that and I regret we'll probably have to part from him but he doesn't want to change and embrace this new world. Had he not been like us, a boylover, we would have been in conflict much earlier. He knows what he could lose but doesn't want to make the jump."

"I'd prefer if he were on our side."

"It's becoming less likely each day. Before you join Chandler, Would you do me a service?"

"What is it?

"Take Lucio to Shirley, she's probably in her apartment with Harvey; see if she can fix him."

"I can do that."

"Good. I'll return Grant to the whorehouse and tell Chandler you'll be with him shortly."

***

As they entered the room, Matthew and Brett found Miles and Sven asleep in each other's arms.

"Should we wake them up?" asked Matthew.

"You bet, it's not that late and Miles promised me another round."

"What about me?" Matthew was not as keen about sex as Brett but he thought he had to make a claim.

"You'll get your turn, don't worry; there's nothing he can refuse you."

"So you say."

"We'll see."

As he undressed, Matthew smiled.

"I'll wake him up."

Without waiting for Brett's answer, he was already on the bed, his small soft hands on the man's resting cock. He had a fascination for it and could have manipulated, kissed, and played with it for hours, not necessarily seeking a release but delighting in stimulating it and seeing it harden and change shape. Miles's eyes opened but he did not move and simply observed the boy expertly bring back his erection.

Beside them, Brett had engaged Sven and taken his slender member straight into his mouth. The best laid plans did not always work, Matthew could take his place, Sven was an equally valid partner. The sleeping boy was not long to react and got in a sixty-nine position. It was quite adequate to show his evident interest in his friend's bubbly behind and prepare him for what was to follow. Despite his intense lovemaking with Miles earlier, he was still as tight as Sven could wish.

Miles could have stayed like that, content in watching his young lovers pleasure each other and feel Matthew's nimble hands, sweet lips, and tongue at play with his erect member. What could be better than that? At that moment Carl's words resonated in his mind more than ever. Why would he risk all that for the sake of strangers? It was a strange feeling for Miles, as if he lived a dream with the permanent fear it could end without notice.

"Slow down, Matthew, you're getting too good at that. Come see me, we don't want a premature end to our games."

Miles caught the boy under his arms and brought him up, letting their bodies rub against each other in a delightful caress. Once level, their gazes and lips met.

"I'll be careful," said Matthew. "It's the best part of you."

"Really?"

"Yes, it's so big and hard, I like it."

"You can take care of it as often and for as long as you wish. It's a wonderful feeling and I don't mind if you bring me to orgasm."

"But it will soften and you won't be able to get inside us."

"Don't you worry, it will be back in shape in no time."

"No, I have to learn to make you feel good without going too far."

"That's sweet torture you're talking of, Matthew; you would let me be on edge for hours?"

"Yes, until you begged to come."

"And you would give me use of your adorable behind?" Miles' hand was clutching at one of Matthew's firm butt cheeks."

"Maybe."

"You like to tease."

Next to them, Sven had easily slipped his cock up Brett's chute and was thrusting in and out with energy encouraged by the younger boy. What he lacked in girth or length, he compensated for with his enthusiasm. They clearly both loved what they were doing.

Damn, thought Miles, if I lost any of them, I would be devastated. Had his reputation for cautiousness during his years of service been simply cowardice or rather a lack of confidence? Bringing a third party into his feud with Carl was a risk, but it was his only means of avoiding a direct confrontation and the bloodshed that would come with it. In the end, Miles did not really have a choice. This was his best hope of a satisfying end to the conflict.

The wonderful boy was in his arms, safe and happy, oblivious of the very serious thoughts he was rehashing in his mind for the umpteenth time. Miles kissed his brow, his cheeks, his sweet lips, his neck as his hands caressed and kneaded his delicate shapes. His cock was nestled in the boy's crack, slowly rubbing against his rosebud. What could be better than this?

As he came out of his thoughts, he saw Brett and Sven looking at him, Matthew had fallen asleep in his arms.

No words were spoken as the two boys came to cuddle against him and Matthew. Brett yawned; they were all sleepy and simply happy to be close together. Miles did not know what other hardships awaited them but he felt confident. Their love was strong and would help them overcome whatever the future could throw at them.

***

"Max, Why did you stay behind when we were looking for that feral? What happened? Do you want to talk about it?"

It was late, Max and Lewis had just finished their rounds and made sure that everything was all right in the school. The work of the last days was showing and Saint Xavier had regained a more normal appearance. The carrion smell was still there but now coming with the wind, from beyond the perimeter. They were not done with dead bodies yet…

"I found the feral and I killed him," stated Max simply.

"You did? How? Why didn't you tell me?"

"It was kind of personal. The feral was Ivor."

"Ivor?"

"Ivor Thorvald, my old boss."

"How can that be? I thought he was dead?"

"I'd prefer not to talk about it just now, maybe later."

"Sorry, of course, as you wish," Lewis felt that he had touched a sore spot, as much as he would have liked to know more, it was better to avoid that matter for the moment.

They walked in silence to Eagle House and up the stairs to the second floor. The activity at the whorehouse was coming to a close with only two of Shirley's boys left, waiting for their turn. Max felt Lewis' unease as they passed them.

"You don't like it," he said.

"No, not really. Greg says it's a necessary evil."

"You could put it that way. I did a lot of that in my time."

"Really?"

"Yes, you're so young. You have no idea how hard the world or life can be. No… I'm wrong. You've already tasted that since the flu. Here in Saint Xavier, you boys were privileged, but life was tough for many people elsewhere, even before the flu."

Max had understood for quite some time that Lewis would have been a better fit with Dunn than with Carl's bunch. If he had not been so close to Greg that is probably how it would have ended. Max's perspective on things was completely different, he needed to teach the boy a few of the hard realities of life.

"Do you really think all this is necessary?" asked the teen. "Perhaps there's another way?"

"There are certainly different ways but one thing you cannot replace is determination, a will to survive and prevail. Fisher has nurtured this talent all his life, he has learned to adapt, he has no misconceptions on human nature. He may not be the most sympathetic or agreeable person, but he is the most fit to lead here."

"What about you? I'm sure you would do an even better job."

Max smiled.

"I've thought of that. But it's too early to talk of it. Like Dunn, I'm not really a part of Saint Xavier yet."

"You'd make a much better team with Dunn than by joining Fisher and Shirley, and you'd avoid the worst of their excesses."

"Lewis, never talk like that to anyone." Max had seized the boy by his shoulders, looking at him straight in the eye. "Do not even hint at it. This is serious business and could become ugly soon. You stay on my side, the winning one, and forget anything else. Is that understood?"

"Yes, sorry, my words went beyond my thoughts. It was stupid of me."

"Indeed, you can say that." Max came closer and kissed Lewis' lips. "I just lost Ivor; I don't want to lose you."

They fell on the bed that creaked under their weight. The night was young and it would be some time before sleep came for them.

***

Shirley was making out with Harvey on the couch in her apartment when there was a knock on the door.

"Yes, Who is it?" she asked.

"Tools."

"I'm coming," she said. She was naked and did not bother to cover herself. She opened the door to see Raymond and a naked boy. "What brings you with that cutie? Come on in, you want to join our games?"

"No, it's Carl who sent me."

"Carl? What for? This is a pretty one; a gift?" Shirley had grabbed Lucio, turning him around for inspection. "Harvey, What do you think?"

"I'll take him anytime, for sure," he answered. Greyson was kneeling between his legs licking his balls. "I'm becoming tired of this one." He pushed the boy away with his foot, stood and came to see the new arrival.

"He's one of the whorehouse boys," said Tools "We … I got carried away … he's bleeding. Carl wants you to fix him."

"Can't we play with him first?" asked Harvey who had joined them.

"I don't know, probably, as long as he's ready for work again, as soon as possible."

"What's his name?" asked Shirley.

"Lucio."

"I'll take care of him; you can leave him with us."

Tools hesitated but finally turned around and left them. Things were getting out of hand for him. He hated what he was doing, who he was becoming but could not get a grip on himself. He passed the two guards that had stopped him earlier on the floor and there were four more at the entrance to the Teachers' House. Security was tight, Shirley left nothing to chance. He hastened his pace; Chandler was waiting for him; what had happened in Carl's apartment had not lessened his excitement – on the contrary.

***

As night settled, the camp lost any apparent activity. O'Malley could see the sentinels doing their rounds two by two around the prisoners' enclosure, while two more stayed positioned at the gate. This night, for once, was cloudy and visibility quite low. If they were fast and silent, O'Malley thought they had a chance of leaving the cage without being seen. Of course, as soon as one of the patrolling duos passed in front of it, they would see it was empty. They might have up to five minutes to find a vehicle and get out of there before the alarm was sounded. But first he had to pick the lock.

After breaking the paper clip into the two pieces needed, O'Malley used a couple of rocks to fashion them into the tools he needed. Picking locks was one of the many useful skills he had acquired.

At last, after one last attempt, he felt it open.

"You've done it!" said Cole in a whisper.

"We'll wait for the guards to pass first before we go."

Feigning sleep, they waited in silence. Their footsteps were heard first, eyes half open they saw the two silhouettes pass the cage and move on. O'Malley gave the signal in a whisper.

"Now."

Slipping out of the cage, O'Malley closed the door behind them. With luck, the guards would pass the cage once or twice without noticing they were gone.

"How are we going to do it? We'll need keys," stated Cole.

"Those are military vehicles, they don't have keys, all we need is enough gas and not be too far from an exit and a road. It would not be wise to drive a vehicle through the camp."

"There was a road that I could see from Neary's trailer. Give me a minute to find my way to it in the dark," said Cole.

They walked cautiously between the tents; the camp was mostly asleep, nevertheless, they still heard the occasional movement, grunt, and someone crying. Some of the Ravagers were not yet done with their captives it appeared. They met two other patrols and had to hide for a moment. Their time was running out.

"There, look!" announced Cole.

There was Neary's trailer, there was light inside and you could hear music faintly. Beyond it was a road and a jeep was parked nearby. All they needed was now within reach.

"Go for it," said O'Malley, expecting the alarm to sound at any second. He ran and jumped inside, as soon as Cole was in, he pushed the start button and heard the motor come alive. Releasing the hand brake and stepping hard on the accelerator they left. They had not reached the road before the alarm was raised and they heard the sound of firearms with bullets whizzing by. Finally, they were on the asphalt speeding away. Cole looked back, to see a naked Neary, with a boy by his side, gun in hand, shooting at them.

"So long, Mister Ravager," he said smiling.

That is when one of the tires blew, the Jeep swerved and O'Malley lost control.

***

CHAPTER 42

Roy Neary sat in his trailer waiting for Cliff Maynard and his son Francis. The man was among their first and most promising recruits. The Ravagers had made camp about three miles from Saint Xavier in the late afternoon, close enough for easy access but far enough for their presence to go undetected.

As soon as they arrived, Roy had gone to take a closer look at the school and been rather pleased with what he saw. All that Red, Alex, and Cole had told him seemed correct. The place was perfect. Now came the difficult part: getting possession of it with minimal risk and casualties. Fortunately, he had a plan.

Alex was sitting beside him. Roy had told him of Cole's attempt to escape and being given to Red, not a desirable fate. It would have been difficult to hide it considering the ruckus it had made at the time and would perhaps help persuade the boy to collaborate fully with him.

There was a knock on the door and Maynard entered with his son, accompanied by Red.

"Take a seat. Nice lookin' boy you got there, Cliff. How old is he?"

"Twelve," answered Maynard, a protective hand on his son's shoulder. The brown-haired child gazed uncomfortably at his surroundings and the people present.

"Come here Francis, let's have a good look at you," said Roy with a smile that he tried to make friendly.

The boy, hesitated a few seconds before standing up and taking the few steps necessary, his father watching him getting closer to Neary with some concern.

"Don't worry, Cliff, your son is safe, he is a nice one but I already got as many as I could want." Despite his words, Neary's hand was getting a good feel of the boy's butt and was not leaving it. "Hard to believe, I only recently discovered the pleasure a boy such as yours can provide. Often much better than girls. Have you tried one yourself?"

"No, I haven't."

"Your loss. You should try it. Not with your own son, of course, even if he is one of the best in the camp right now. Anyway, we're here to talk business. I've got an important mission for you. I need someone smart who I can trust, I'm sure you'll be the right choice." Roy finally sent the boy back to his father with a small tap on his pert globes.

"What do you want me to do?" asked Maynard, well aware of the meaning of Neary's little show.

"I want you to meet Fisher, the headmaster of Saint Xavier and propose an alliance…" Neary went on explaining to Maynard the ins and outs of the situation at the school, checking for Alex's approval at each step. "…your task is to make discrete contact and have him understand we can reinforce his position and solve his problems. Once you've done that, the best would be for me to meet him on neutral grounds to discuss the details. Can you do it?"

"Certainly, as long as they let me in."

"Yeah, that's an issue. They're not too fond of welcoming refugees. Use your brain; tell them you represent a large group nearby, anything to get them interested in hearing what you've got to say."

"That will get them curious, but how do I get to Fisher?"

"Alex, how should he do that?"

"They interview all newcomers. It's usually done by Greg, Greg Sutton, he's really close to Fisher. Just ask directly to see Fisher."

"That simple?" questioned Roy.

"Yes, that should work."

"Well, Cliff, it seems, in the end, you'll just need to be convincing and ask to see their boss."

"Okay. What exactly do I tell him?"

"That I want to meet him and have an interesting proposal for him, give as little details as necessary."

"Should I be menacing if he doesn't want to listen?"

"Well, you can imply that a refusal could have consequences but I doubt it will come to that, I would rather advertise the advantages, he'll want to know what it's all about."

"If it doesn't work, they'll be ready for an attack," interrupted Red. "Why not take over the place at night like we've always done."

"Normally we would, but you seen yerself what they did to the ferals. They're organized and heavily armed. A surprise attack would be too risky. Besides, we're changing our ways and an alliance seems much more profitable here than a takeover. We gotta think about the future."

"You're the boss, Roy, you decide," stated Red.

"I will."

"Shall I go there with my boy? It would be less conspicuous," asked Cliff.

"Nice try but I think you know the answer to that. He'll keep Alex company while you're gone, if you don't mind."

"As I expected," replied Maynard.

"Like I said, you're smart, but I need insurance."

"When do you want me to go?"

"Tomorrow morning?"

"Fine with me."

"Good, and if you succeed I'll owe you one. See me tomorrow before you leave. I've gotta find the right spot to meet with Fisher," finished Roy.

Maynard left with his son and Alex was given to one of the guards outside, leaving Red and Neary alone inside the trailer.

"D'you trust that guy?" asked Red.

"Of course, he doesn't have a choice, and he knows it. Besides there's no reason for him to play a double game even if he didn't care for his boy, which is not the case."

"Yeah, you're right there."

"If we want to achieve our goals, we gotta be more powerful, an alliance is the best way to achieve that. I believe Fisher will think the same way."

"Understood. But who's gonna be boss?"

"As soon as it's settled you can be sure I'll work on that. At the same time, from what I learned, that Fisher guy could be well attuned to our ways and be quite useful for a smooth take over."

"Let's hope so."

"We'll soon know." Roy changed the subject; he felt a morbid fascination for his lieutenant's peculiar taste. "What did you do with Cole?"

"He's still very much alive. I fucked him twice already. He didn't like that. He was quite different from my usual fare, the little ones who were more like dolls I played with. He tried to fight back; it was fun."

"You still intend to eat him?"

"Sure do, but I think I'll enjoy him a few more days like we said, until things are settled with Saint Xavier. Plenty of good meat there. I'll share if you want."

"I think I'll decline your offer. Thanks anyway."

***

Sergeant O'Malley was in pain, by some miracle he had escaped the Ravagers after the crash. One arm was broken and one ankle swollen. He had a big gash on his head but he was alive. Cole had been mostly unscathed and he had told him to run but the boy had refused, not wanting to leave him behind. The Ravagers were almost upon them when by sheer luck they found a hollow tree. Unfortunately, there was only room for one. The boy did not give him a choice he told him to hide and started running.

Cole did not have enough of a lead and, feeling guilty, O'Malley heard in the distance the Ravagers shouts of satisfaction as they caught him. There was nothing he could do at the moment. At least the boy was still alive, there had been no shots fired. What would be his fate?

O'Malley felt responsible, they should never have tried to escape. At the same time, he reasoned that things could not end happily for them, as captives, and going back to Saint Xavier was out of the question for Cole. If that tire had not blown out, they would have made it. The sergeant was angry, against the Ravagers first, against those in Saint Xavier that had made life hell for the boy, and against himself for not having been able to protect him.

He resolved to do everything he could to make them pay and try to rescue Cole. The ferals were forgotten, he had found a new goal in his life. But first he needed to survive and gather the tools for this new task.

From his hiding place he heard the Ravagers leaving their camp early in the morning. If this really was the case and no one had been left behind he might get lucky and be able to scavenge some of the items he needed there.

Painfully creeping forward, he finally found a position from which he could observe what was left of the Ravagers' encampment. Most of the tents were gone, only two vehicles remained, probably broken or out of gas. The place seemed deserted, but he waited a long time just to be sure, before finally deciding to enter. First priority was to find some kind of splint for his arm and something he could use as a crutch to help him walk. Next would be to check for any food and weapons left behind. Finally, he would need to check the vehicles.

A putrid stench rose from the ravine where the Ravagers had dumped their captives' dead bodies, making him gag. Carrion birds flew off as he got closer. He would have preferred to move upwind of it but was in no condition to do that. The enclosure, not far away, was empty. The Ravagers had probably freed or taken their captives with them; he had heard nothing suggestive of a mass execution.

Looking at the ravine, his eyes caught a glint of metal on its border. On closer inspection, he saw a pair of steel crutches protruding.

Damn, that's what I would call lucky! Whoever needed them was probably down in the hole, a handicap was a death sentence around here.

With his good hand over his mouth and nose, he came closer and heard a sudden rattling coming from below, making him jump.

What is that? He wondered, looking at the pile of bodies, some bloated in the sun, lying there for days, and others fresh, no more than a day old. The sound came again. It was definitely human, not from an animal looking for an easy meal. He was tempted to turn his back to it, this was a death rattle and there was nothing he could do about it. But he knew he had to investigate, as a last resort he could always end the poor soul's suffering. On his way he picked up one of the crutches to help him.

Being careful not to slip and risk worsening his own injuries he began the search for the origin of the sound. After a while he found a boy aged ten to twelve, partly covered by another body. His shorts were round his ankles and a wound tainted his brown curls with dried blood. A head shot, it did not look good, though on closer inspection it appeared the bullet had only grazed or bounced on the skull. It was still a serious injury but not necessarily fatal. O'Malley could not leave him there to die. With difficulty, he pulled away the dead body lying on top of the boy using his right arm then turned him over to check for other wounds. He found none.

"I'll be back, young one, just need to fix my arm first."

There was nothing more he could do before that.

He felt relieved, he had not seen Cole among the dead bodies, he had considered it a possibility.

It took him some time to climb out of the ravine and find what he needed to make a satisfactory splint on his left arm and fix it securely. At last, he could move it without too much pain, furthermore he had found water. The boy had probably spent hours down there with a concussion, exposed to the scorching sun and would certainly need that.

Back with the boy, he tried to revive him, washing his wound, and helping him drink water. The child could barely open his eyes and was dizzy.

"Do you think you can walk?" asked O'Malley.

"I don't know," answered the boy, "I can try."

"I'm Sergeant O'Malley, you're safe with me. What's your name?"

"Sebastian," the child answered taking a sitting position with the help of the man.

"I like that name, nice to meet you. I'm not in too good a shape myself but with the two of us we should manage. Let's put those back first," he added delicately pulling the shorts up over the boy's slender legs.

The boy finished the job slipping them under his buttocks with a wince of pain and closing them.

It was not easy again to climb the ravine and leave the stench of death and decay behind, in fact some of it still clung to their clothes and stayed with them.

Leaving the boy to rest in the shade of a tent, O'Malley started his exploration. Little had been left by the Ravagers, notably no weapons and as he predicted, the two vehicles he visited were worthless. Wounded, without food, weaponless and without any means of transport his future and that of the boy did not look too bright. His priorities changed. Revenge would have to come later, if ever. First, he had to address the boy's survival.

That is when he thought of the overturned jeep, there had been no time to search it the previous night. It took him some time to get there, his strained ankle slowing him down and at first sight was disappointed with nothing in sight of interest. He had to crawl under and finally was lucky. There was a backpack stuck between the seats and inside among other things he found a revolver, some ammunition and two boxes of biscuits. It was not much but was very welcome.

Hurrying back to Sebastian they shared one of the boxes, keeping the other for later. Next, he took the boy to the nearby creek to wash the blood away from both their heads and faces. The time to examine their options and plan the future would come next.

***

It was the dog who found the boy hidden behind the bleachers and silently crying.

"Ginger? Where are you Ginger?" called Logan, who was walking the dog with Ken Allender.

"This way," said Ken, I think I heard her.

"Yes, I can see her now, she's not alone."

As the two boys approached, they noticed Dennis sitting alone and looking miserable.

"What are you doing here?" asked Logan. "You're a Puma boy, I've seen you."

"What happened to you?" asked Ken.

Ginger was licking the boy's tear-streaked face.

"Leave me alone, I'm alright, I don't need you," replied Dennis, trying to push away Ginger without much success.

"You don't look all right to me. What's wrong? Tell us, we can help."

"No, you can't, no one can help me."

"That's not true. Are you hurt? You seem to be in pain," asked Logan coming closer.

"Why don't you leave me alone? What do you care?" repeated Dennis but this time his voice did not show the same conviction and he was letting the dog do whatever it wanted.

"We're not like that. You must tell us what's wrong."

Ken and Logan were now seated on each side of the boy. It was clear they were not going to go away.

"I can't; it would only make it worse."

"We should take you to see Walt, he'll know what to do," said Logan. "Come on, I know where to find him.

"I don't want to go; I want to stay here."

"Staying here won't solve your problem. If you're hurt, we can take you to the infirmary," said Ken.

"No, not the infirmary."

"Why not? There's Doc Walford there."

"Yes, and the nurse, I don't want to see the nurse. She would tell."

Logan and Ken exchanged a glance at the mention of Shirley.

"Tell what? To whom?" insisted Ken, "Get it off your chest; you'll feel much better after that. Did she do something to you?"

"We don't like nurse Cahill either, or her brigade," informed Logan. "We're with Dunn, you've got nothing to fear from us. Please, open up."

It took them ten more minutes to figure out Dennis' story which was slowly revealed.

After raping him in the chapel, Harvey had come for the boy again that day wanting a repeat performance. Furthermore, he was not alone. Two of his henchmen were with him, not that he cared, he simply raped Dennis in front of them. Then it got worse. Once done, he had said that such a tight ass should not go to waste and should welcome his friends too. One after the other they raped him with as much savagery as Harvey had shown. There had been the pain, of course, the shame and the fear, mostly the fear. The boy was certain there could be no way out of this predicament and he would have to endure this treatment day after day.

Once all had been told, Logan took the initiative.

"We need to get you to the infirmary first of all, see if you've been seriously injured. Don't worry about nurse Cahill she's almost never there and we'll make sure she isn't. Harvey is dangerous. We'll talk to Walt and make sure nothing bad happens to you. You're not the first boy he's taken under his wing and you'll have the protection of Dunn too. Let's go."

Each holding one of the boy's hands, they left the bleachers followed by Ginger wagging her tail.

An escort was recommended when going too far from Bear House. Fortunately, they met with Rolf and Melvil who agreed to go with them. Since they did not want to expose Dennis or risk an unfriendly encounter, they avoided the black clad boys whenever possible.

Arriving safely, they had the good fortune to find Dunn himself there, come to see Louise. After exchanging a few words, Dennis, not quite at ease, was entrusted to Doc, Ken and Logan were told to wait for further instructions. Rolf and Melvil left to pursue other tasks.

"Has there been any damage?" asked Dunn after Doc's medical exam of the boy which was done as gently as possible.

"Nothing too serious, just some inflammation and a small tear that will quickly heal," answered Doc. "The trauma is more psychological than physical."

"You see, I'm afraid I didn't lie when I told you we were the good guys. This is the result of Fisher's policies and it's only the beginning. We must put a stop to it."

"On that point, I certainly agree, the poor kid is terrified."

"One more to protect and keep away from his tormentors. I have quite a collection of them now and it will only get worse. We really must convince your friends to come here, the sooner the better. But I came here to see Louise. Is she improving? Is she out of danger?"

"I believe so, she's not an easy patient."

"I can believe that."

Dunn knocked on the door before entering and found Louise out of bed and dressed. She had pulled the intravenous needle off her arm and was ready to leave.

"What did I tell you?" said Doc. "Try to reason with her for me."

"Louise, What are you doing?" asked Miles.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm leaving this place, I'm needed elsewhere."

"Doc says it's too early. What help will you be if your fever comes back and you can't use your arm."

"I'm ambidextrous I can use the other."

"Be reasonable. Stay here until we've spoken with the Okatie people. Nothing will happen until they get here anyway."

"If they get here, you should say."

"Please stay in the infirmary and take your medication."

"If Fisher and his clique see me and think I'm all right they may take a step back. I don't say it's a sure thing but it's worth a try."

"Perhaps, but what if the fever comes back?"

"I can swallow pills; I don't need all of this. I just want to show myself, nothing more. Doc, What do you think?"

"I think it would be better for you to stay here."

"Better but not necessary."

"You must rest and take your antibiotics."

"But there's no need for an IV drip. Can't you give me pills for that? I promise to rest as much as I can but not here. It sends a bad signal."

"I might, if you agree to come back here twice a day so I can check on you and you must return here at once if you notice anything wrong."

"Agreed! You see, Miles, I'm free to go." Louise was smiling but she looked tired and strained.

"Since we can't force you to stay, I'll have Bob monitor you closely. I'm sure he'll not let you out of his sight," said Miles.

"Is Shirley here? She won't be too happy to see me up and about," said Louise, opening the door.

"No, she's not," answered Doc. "Not a bad thing either. She has rarely visited us since the feral attack. One I would like to see back here, though, is Nancy. She's great with the kids."

"You're not the only one wanting that. She's been taken to Eagle House like most of the other girls and women and I have a bad feeling about it. Fisher is using the policy of the fait accompli, thinking that any of his gain or escalation cannot be undone," said Miles.

"He's not wrong, it will soon be too late to go back," said Louise.

"There's no way we can do that without bloodshed."

"We could have done it before." Louise was not going to miss that point.

"Yes, but at what cost? Fisher helped us fight the fire and the ferals."

"Really?"

"Yes, any open division among us would have weakened us and might have meant the end of Saint Xavier."

"You may be right about that," conceded Louise. "But what do we do now?"

"Our only hope is to get the Okatie people here and take power from him. He's not suicidal and won't choose to fight if he's outnumbered. If we give him a way out, he'll take it."

"Perhaps, so now the main question is: Are they going to come?" said Louise. "What do you think, Doc?"

"I don't have the answer. But they're good people and they trust me. I'll do my best to persuade them. I do believe that Saint Xavier has great potential and it's worth the risk."

"We'll be back to talk with them," said Miles, "I'll take Louise to Bear House, the boys will be happy to see her. Come on kids, Ginger, let's go back. Dennis will come along with us since he doesn't need medical care."

Leaving the infirmary, Louise realized she was in no shape to make an impression on Fisher and his clique and decided to return to Bear House without making too much of a show for them.

Thirty minutes later, Shirley made an appearance at the infirmary surprising Doc, who certainly did not expect her.

"Are you back for good?" he asked genuinely, while hoping he would be answered in the negative.

"I don't think so. I just came by to see if there was anything I could do. I'm quite busy at the moment but I'm still the school nurse.

"I think I can manage alone. We only have a few kids here now, mostly for surveillance reasons. Thanks for the offer though."

"What about Louise? How is she faring?"

"You don't know? Rather well, in fact you just missed her leaving with Miles Dunn."

"Leaving?" You could hear Shirley's dissatisfaction and see it on her face. "I thought she was severely wounded."

"That's true but she's a tough one. She's still recovering but there was no need for her to stay here any longer."

Doc could feel the change in attitude of the nurse. She obviously had no reason to be there and she did not hide that fact. So why did she come at all? What did she want with Louise?

"Good for her. See you then."

And she was gone.

***

Carl Fisher was doing interviews. After examining the work done by Greg, he had selected from among the adults and older teens, those refugees he considered to have the potential to be useful to him.

"Mister Deakins, please be seated. I heard you're not happy with the way you're treated, here at the school," said Fisher from behind his desk.

"Is this humor? What is this for? To make fun of me?" The black man with a bandanna was clearly displeased and if it was a common attitude for him, he also had every reason to be.

"Excuse me, this is serious business, take a seat and listen to me." Carl's voice was amiable but unyielding. Deakins took a seat, he was the kind that wimped out when facing people in authority. "That's better."

"What do you want of me?" The man was eyeing Fisher and the naked Esteban by his side with some discomfort.

"I want to know you better and once that is done, I might offer you a proposition."

"What kind of proposition?"

"The kind that should please you. I read that you'd been a warden for five years at a county jail and you were in the army before that?"

"If it's written it must be true," answered Deakins. "What's the kid doing here?"

"Does it bother you?"

"No, but having a naked kid here is rather … peculiar."

"Do you like kids, Mister Deakins, boys, to be precise?"

"Don't mind them. What for?"

"We have a lot of boys here, far more than girls or women."

"It's the same all over."

"That's right. So do you have a particular interest in boys due to that fact?" Fisher had placed Esteban on his lap and started fondling him. Deakins could not see it, but it was evident enough just by looking at the boy.

"Never have. This one is girly enough though; could work up something with him."

"Good. You see, the purpose of this interview is to determine if you could become one of us, at Saint Xavier, with the same duties and rights. Do you think you could do that?"

"If it means not hauling dead bodies all day and plowing girly boys, I'm sure willing to try. What's the downside?"

"As I said there are duties, you'll have to obey orders, maybe fight for us, but I suppose that's nothing new."

"I fought the ferals for you already."

"And probably fought them before getting here."

"Not only the ferals; like most people who survived, you gotta do what you gotta do."

"Exactly, I believe so."

"Is there an upside too?"

"Of course, and that should be your main motivation. Food, shelter and all the advantages of being on the winning side. You'll have access to boys, maybe girls, booze, drugs if you're so inclined, provided it's in your free time."

"No pain, no gain."

"That's right."

"Who could say no to that?"

That was one of the questions bothering Fisher, only time would tell if he had made the right choice. Nevertheless, his instinct had never failed him yet. So far, he had been able to recruit six refugees, four men and two teens. They were also the refugees most likely to rebel or create problems; better to have them in his pocket. If Tools was unsuccessful, they might come in useful in maintaining his authority. Tension was mounting in the school; any incident could degenerate and he wanted to be ready. Shirley had visited him earlier, it seemed Louise had come out of the infirmary, it was not good news.

Carl's radio buzzed on his desk.

"What's up?" said Carl, standing up and listening intently, Esteban slipping from his lap. "I need to leave you for a moment Mister Deakins. Esteban, you stay here."

***

Raymond Tools was wiping his brow and eyes. Ash was everywhere and clung to everything, all he wanted was a shower and a hot session with Chandler. They were coming back from the mall and against all odds they were bringing back far more than they expected.

They had left early that morning and only halfway there, Tools had been tempted to make them turn back. For close to two hours, they had been driving through a landscape of desolation. Nothing had resisted the conflagration; all had been reduced to cinders. No tree was left standing, no building survived undamaged, all were grotesquely deformed beyond recognition. Every gust of wind carried clouds of fine ash into the sky.

Tools had trudged on nonetheless; he did not want to tell Fisher he had abandoned his mission before making sure it was hopeless.

On the positive side, even no remaining feral was crazy enough to venture into such a devastated area.

When they arrived at the mall, there was nothing much left of the main building, yet part of the parking lot seemed to have been miraculously preserved. The distance from the forest and mall, plus the absence of any combustible material nearby could perhaps explain this anomaly. Raymond did not care, what mattered was the military supplies and vehicles he would be able to bring back.

On closer inspection things were not as good as they seemed. It was as if a blow torch had been applied to the southern end of the parking lot. The extraordinary heat had affected most of the other trucks. Only a few were untouched. Still, Tools considered it would be enough to satisfy Fisher and make an impression on Dunn.

Dunn's operation on the mall had been successful but a lot had been left behind and only Carl could have thought some of it remained after the passage of the hellish fire that nearly burned Saint Xavier to the ground. It was a miracle to be able to retrieve one Bradley and two Humvees. They also found quite a few crates of weapons and ammunition, grenades that were apparently intact and functional. Two trucks were loaded and after they filled the tanks of the vehicles with gas they had brought, it was late afternoon. They were all in a hurry to return to Saint Xavier.

Tools felt elated as the landscape slowly changed, and the school came within sight. In the end it had been quite easy and he would be welcomed back as the hero of the hour. It would alter the way people looked at him. He had never been considered a man of action in his life and did not share any glory during the feral attack, hidden as he was in an attic.

Fisher was right, he would not ask anymore but take. He felt no regret for Lucio's pain and humiliation the previous day. In fact, he thoroughly enjoyed it and could not wait to do it again with him or another. Any guilt he had felt after raping the boy at the Alcomb farm had also vanished. From now on Chandler would have to behave, to learn he could be replaced and made to suffer if he did not satisfy Raymond's requirements. It was a different man that entered the gates of Saint Xavier that day and who smiled when he saw the crestfallen faces of Dunn's boys when the convoy took position in front of Eagle House.

It did not take long before Fisher made an appearance.

"Tools, you did great! I didn't think it possible. I would love to see Dunn's face at this moment, he's just lost his main advantage."

"Well, we almost turned back. With nothing standing anymore all around us it looked futile but we pressed on. Right now, we could all do with a shower and a change of clothes."

"Of course, I won't hold you back, but come see me as soon as you're done. Greg will take over the unloading and assign boys to the Bradley and Humvees."

"I may take a little longer if you don't mind. I think I'll have Chandler join me under the shower."

"Take all the time you need, Raymond, you deserve it, victoribus spolia." Fisher was thrilled by that unexpected turn of event. The balance of power was swinging back to him and a weight had been lifted from his shoulders. Dunn was still a thorn in his side but he now had the means to pull it out. It could sting a bit but much less than before.

Tools, entering Eagle House, wanted nothing more than to replace the taste of ash that filled his mouth with Chandler's lips and tongue, but only to begin with. He would have liked to see the boy run into his arms when the whorehouse door opened but it was not the case and he had to call him forward. He was a pleasant sight as he reluctantly came to him naked. His dark mop of hair, his pretty face, long legs, flat stomach, hairless body. Only a smile was missing to make him perfect for the waiting man.

As soon as Chandler was within his reach, Raymond had his hand firmly clasped behind his neck. He was clearly displeased.

"You don't seem happy to see me, Chand, you'd better change your attitude. I'm tired of your varying moods. If you don't show me more respect and enthusiasm, you'll earn a permanent place in the whorehouse and you know what that means. Am I clear?" He pushed the boy along as he talked, heading towards the showers, his erection already straining to escape his pants. "Good fucks are easy to come by, I could replace you with a snap of my fingers." When they stopped in Tools' room to get a change of clothes the man wanted some immediate satisfaction. "On your knees, take it out and suck it, I've been waiting for that too long now."

Chandler, still silent, complied, for once trying to convey a sense of reconciliation in the gesture. He had felt the change in Tools, it would not be wise to upset him. He had heard Lucio's story, and knew who had made the boy bleed to the point that he needed stitches.

Opening the man's fly, he pulled out his thick and hard member, wiping away the abundant precum from the glans, before taking it in his mouth.

"Yes … that's it … that's exactly what I needed," declared Raymond, relaxing. With his hand in Chandler's hair, he backed toward the bed and sat on it pulling the boy with him. "Come on, take it all like I taught you. I feel like fucking you like never before…"

Chandler, mindful of the man's words was doing his best to please him, deep throating him and was soon rewarded with Raymond's jets of spunk down his gullet. He swallowed them all, trying his best to hide any displeasure and holding back any unwelcome retching.

"That was excellent, my love. It seems I was finally able to teach you some good manners. Let's go shower now, I'm sure your ass is itching for a good fuck."

"Yes, Raymond," answered Chandler with a croaky voice, a forced smile, and standing up.

"That's better, at least you're trying, that's a beginning."

The boy's ordeal was not over yet. Once in the shower, Tools was ready for a second round but first, he had Chandler wash him meticulously to remove the last lingering trace of ash, taking every opportunity to pet, grope, and kiss him.

After a good ten minutes of those sensual games, he focused his attention on the boy's firm butt.

"What would you say to a dry fuck? Seems we didn't bring the lube," he asked Chandler, whispering in his ear while holding him from behind with his turgid cock rubbing his crack. "I think you've been stretched enough. You should be ready for something like that."

"I could fetch the lube, but we'll do as it pleases you," answered the boy. He had lathered Tools' body with soap and their bodies were sleek with it, perhaps it would do the job.

"Yes, it's better that way, I want to see how it feels." Without any other warning, Tools pushed in and Chandler let out a cry of pain as he was squeezed against the tiled wall and penetrated forcefully. The man grunted with the effort but was soon smiling as the boy's heat encircled his invading shaft. "Lovely, just lovely, we should keep doing it just this way." He was now thrusting in and out.

Chandler was panting, hiding his pain, he was on fire down there but this was his trial. If he did not pass, he knew Tools was capable of carrying out his threat. He did not want to suffer the fate of Paul, Peter, Grant, Lucio and the others in the whorehouse, he had seen what it was like.

While Raymond kept thrusting vigorously up Chandler's chute, the lack of lube and preparation were noticeably detrimental to a satisfying fuck. After a short time, there was some irritating, chafing. Not that he would ever tell the boy.

"Let's try another position," he said, hoping it would eliminate the irritation. Tools pulled out and turned the boy around. "Yes! Face to face, much better for kissing. Open up for daddy!"

Placing his hands behind Chandler's well shaped thighs, just under his butt, and using the wall for leverage he raised him up, then sat him snugly on his raised cock which slipped in without effort. He loved the grimace on the boy's face at that moment and kissed him, invading his mouth with his tongue. Chandler, doing his best to please the man, kissed him back and crossed his legs behind Tools' back to lessen the strain on his arms.

"It's much better this way," said Tools. "Are you enjoying the ride?"

Chandler simply nodded, trying to ignore the pain of his brutalized pucker, hopefully it would be over soon. By now he knew the signs of Tools' approaching orgasm, the man was slightly panting, fucking him faster, and harder. He had stopped the kisses focusing on his pleasure and finally crushed the boy against the wall as his shaft sprayed cum deep into his bowels.

Tools kept battering his member inside the hot canal to prolong the feelings but it was fast deflating and he had to let it slip out, his hands letting go of the boy who fell to the floor.

"Well done, Chand. You've earned one more chance to stay my number one boy," said Raymond between breaths, standing against the wall while recuperating. "One last chance, be careful how you behave from now on. Come kiss me and let's make peace."

***

Anthony was desperate to stop his friend from acting rashly but Arthur was resolute. He had tried to play down the rumors about Eagle House; they were mostly about the boys anyway, but it was easy to deduce the fate of the girls brought to the same place.

"I must do it, there's no time to lose. With the arrival of the convoy, there will be confusion, we can use that. I won't let her be used like a whore."

"That's suicidal, they'll never believe you. Greg is there, I'm not going near him. Ever."

Anthony was torn between two options. Go to Dunn and get him to reason with Arthur, or stay and try to save him from this folly. He came to the conclusion that Arthur alone would never come out of Eagle House and finding Dunn would take too much time.

"Do what you want, I'm going to try," said the teen, marching toward Eagle House.

Anthony reluctantly followed and then took the lead.

There was a buzz of activity ahead and few boys took notice of them. No one tried to stop them until they reached the entrance. Greg was nowhere to be seen.

"Stop," said the black clad guard to the boys. "This is off limits for you."

"Fisher sent us," said Anthony with aplomb.

"Fishy you say, I doubt it. In any case we follow Miss Cahill's orders."

"Do you want me to call and tell him what name you've given him?" said Arthur showing him his radio. The reaction was immediate.

"Sorry, it's just a joke between us, no need for that. Go on in."

Anthony could not believe their luck, maybe they could make it.

"He didn't even ask what we were here for," said Arthur in a whisper.

"And didn't take our guns," added Anthony. "Still, we're far from done. If Omar is up there it will be a different story." Anthony was looking at the stairs with dread. He had not seen Greg outside. Where was he? he wondered.

Arthur, for his part, did not stop and started climbing them resolutely.

"Wait, let me go first." said the younger boy as he took the lead.

It was quiet upstairs, a strange contrast to the activity on the first floor with boys going in and out carrying crates of weapons.

"It looks deserted," said Arthur, confidently.

"We'll see." Anthony had slowed down before reaching the landing, wanting to see what awaited them first. There were two guards seated in the corridor a little distance away with no one else in sight. None of them was Omar. "The way is clear, let's go, you do the talking."

Arthur, walking with a steady gait approached the two guards who did not see him until the last moment. A naked boy on his knees was between them blowing the taller one.

"We're here to collect Nancy Cowley, Fisher's orders." Arthur said with assurance and trying not to show his dislike of the scene unfolding.

"Who let you come up here? You're with Dunn, you're not allowed here." The guard was not, in the least, embarrassed by his situation. His hand was still on the boy's blond head as it bobbed up and down but the other was now standing, weapon in hand."

"She's needed at the infirmary, right now," insisted Arthur unperturbed.

"Who says so?"

"We told you, Fisher."

"What's the hurry? Why did he send you and not one of our boys?"

"If you want, I can call him on the radio, he'll explain it all. He might not be pleased to be disturbed, though." It had worked once why not do it again thought Arthur.

"Alright, if you say so, go fetch her, Simon, she's with the kid in Greg's room," said the seated guard to his partner. He had finally pulled the boy away from his crotch and was trying to put his cock back in his pants.

"Sorry to interrupt," said Arthur.

"It doesn't matter, I'll catch up later." He was looking at them warily. "You're Anthony, you're with Dunn now?"

Anthony did not have the time to answer as his eyes widened. Greg had appeared coming out of a room further down the corridor with the second guard, accompanied by Nancy and Willy.

Anthony, as discreetly as possible held Arthur back, whose instinct was to run toward the girl. They were doomed. Greg would never swallow their story and two more black clad boys appeared behind them.

"We're taking over," said one of them.

"Have fun," replied the tall guard, "blond head here has a sweet mouth."

If we're fast, we might have a chance, thought Anthony, looking toward the stairs behind him, but we must do it together.

It was too late; Greg was there with them.

"Arthur, Anthony, in the lion's den, what an unexpected visit."

"We came for Nancy," answered Arthur.

"So I was told."

"She's needed in the infirmary," said Anthony in a panic.

"We have Shirley for that," replied Greg with a smile studying Anthony's face.

"It's for Louise, her condition worsened, she needs surgery, Shirley said she was busy," said Arthur.

"I can believe that, those two never got along. Why did Carl send you and not one of ours?"

"It's Dunn who sent us, he talked to Fisher on the radio. You can call him if you want."

"No need for that," said Greg before a pause that appeared to last an eternity for Arthur and Anthony, "you can have her, Nancy will be more useful at the infirmary than here."

Anthony could not believe his ears. Was Greg letting them go? … With Nancy? It could not be.

"Can I take Willy with me," asked Nancy, silent so far and looking at the naked boy still on his knees in front of the whorehouse door.

"There's no time for that," replied Arthur, "we're in a hurry, you're expected at the infirmary."

"Yes, he's right," said Greg pushing the girl forward, "Willy stays with me and you should not linger here too long."

There was a strong sense of urgency in his words that did not fall on deaf ears.

The next minute, incredulous, they were going down the stairs. Anthony turned his head twice looking back at Greg up on the landing. Is he playing a game with us? He wondered.

Nothing happened, Greg did not shout to tell the guards to stop them and soon they were out of Eagle House walking away, passing the trucks.

"Where are you going like that?"

Shirley Cahill was standing in front of them, flanked by Harvey and two of his henchmen.

"Let us through, Fisher's orders," Arthur tried again.

"Fisher? I just left him, I'm certain he never gave such an order."

The rest happened fast and in a blur.

"Nancy, run!" shouted Arthur, his hand going to his pistol grip.

"Bad move," said Harvey, his carbine already raised and opening fire imitated by his two henchmen. Arthur and Nancy fell to the ground, hit several times.

Anthony, miraculously unharmed, fell to his knees, hands raised in surrender.

There was a long silence followed by chaos and shouts.

"What have you done!" exclaimed Anthony, watching the two lovers beside him. Arthur was dead, his eyes wide open, Nancy was still breathing but bleeding profusely. "Please, help her, call Walford!"

"Keep quiet, if you don't want to meet the same fate," said Harvey, trembling and catching his breath.

"Miss Cahill, help her, she's bleeding, please."

"Shut up, you brat," Shirley snapped back at him. "We need a security perimeter, bring the bodies inside. Harvey, check who was around and knows what happened. Make sure no one talks about it among our boys. Hurry."

"What have you done?" This time it was not Anthony speaking but Greg who had rushed out of Eagle House at the sound of the shots. It did not take him long to understand the situation. "Shirley, there's no way you can keep this secret. I'll call Doc and Fisher, we'll need to talk with Dunn too, do your job and stop her bleeding. Nobody moves her until Walford is here."

"What do we do with this one?" asked Harvey, the still hot muzzle of his gun against Anthony's neck.

"Leave him alone, take him inside. Carl will decide."

***

It was the end of another work day at Bear House, time for a shower and some play time before dinner. All the talk was of the arrival of the convoy and the changes it implied in the balance of power, but most of all, the return of Louise. She had been surrounded by a cheerful crowd as soon as she had appeared, Miles and Bob helped by Sven and William had some difficulty keeping the exuberant boys away from her. While she was smiling and putting on as good a show as she could.

No one had heard the shots; it had happened too far away. Those closer paid little attention as there was no warning bell.

Miles was talking with Louise who was resting in her room when Fisher called him on the radio and she knew immediately watching his face that it was serious.

"What happened," she asked.

She was not the only one looking at Miles with worry.

"Arthur is dead, Nancy is wounded, Doc is trying to save her, it doesn't look good."

"What? How?" Louise was shocked like the three boys with them in the room.

"They were shot," said Dunn, his voice showing his emotion.

"Who did that?" demanded Bob.

"He didn't tell me; he wants to meet me."

"Where?" asked Louise.

"It could be a trap," added Sven.

"Perhaps Arthur's not dead then, he's just held prisoner," proposed William, but no one dared hope it could be so.

"No, it's a fact, a terrible one. I felt it in his voice and he sounded as concerned as we are. I would say he wasn't responsible; he doesn't want to fight."

"Are you sure of that?" asked Louise. "Just after getting those vehicles and weapons? Can it be a coincidence? Perhaps he was just waiting for an opportunity to start hostilities."

"He is winning, doing all he wants to do while we are powerless to stop him. Why take such a risk? It would be stupid on his part and he is not stupid. Still, it doesn't mean we should not prepare for the worst."

"It was bound to happen, with all those guns and boys with their fingers on the trigger," said Louise sadly.

"What does he want then?" asked Sven.

"To make sure we don't overreact, that it doesn't degenerate into a shootout."

"We can't leave it unpunished! They killed Arthur!" exclaimed Bob.

"I must hear what happened first," said Dunn. "It would be unwise to act before our rendezvous with the Okatie people."

"When will you meet with him?"

"Right now, in front of the Saint Xavier statue."

"You'll be exposed," said Sven.

"He'll be too, it should be quite easy to shoot him in the head from a distance," replied Bob, undeterred to pursue his vengeance.

"You'll cover for me and you can be sure he'll have someone doing the same on his side."

"This situation cannot last too long, it needs a resolution," said Louise.

"That's why our radio meeting with the Okatie people is so important."

"We're due to meet at eight thirty pm, you said. After what happened, I don't see you and me going to see the doc, whatever agreement you reach with Fisher, if any. We'll need an escort and it will raise questions." Louise was making a valid point.

"Not if we say we're going to see Nancy and hear her side of the story, if she can talk, that is." said Miles.

"Why not tell Doc to come here?" suggested Sven.

"Do we have a radio that we could use?" asked Miles.

"We can certainly find one," said William. "I'm taking care of it."

"If Nancy is seriously wounded and needs him, he might not be able to come or be able to get to the radio at the given time," said Louise.

"It's getting complicated. Let's do things one at a time. I need to see Fisher, hear what he has to say, learn of Nancy's condition. Bob, you come with me with two more of our sharp shooters. Have Walt put Bear House and all our boys on alert. Sven, William, you take care of the radio. After that, we'll have to do all we can not to miss or postpone our talk with those people from Okatie."

***

Roy Neary was observing the school, monitoring the main gate and the activity around it from a distance. He had seen the arrival of a convoy of military vehicles which added to the difficulty of a direct attack. An alliance with the headmaster was the only practical way forward.

There had been what sounded like gunshots and he had seen some agitation near one of the buildings where the new vehicles had been parked, a dormitory, Eagle House, from what he recalled of the map Alex had drawn for him. Had the conflict in the school escalated? That could be good news. This far away it was not easy to tell what was going on.

"What d'you think, Roy?" asked Red.

"Hard to say. It was only a few shots. An incident while unloading the trucks, trying a new weapon," suggested Roy.

"Yeah, it's too soon to say," agreed Red.

"Tomorrow's the big day. Can't wait to meet that guy. Get to know what he is made of. Things look good, but we could be wrong."

"We have a lot to offer, you convinced me, I'm optimistic."

"You'll soon be able to fully enjoy that sporty boy, as you call him."

"I will. Shame we didn't find the cop, must be licking his wounds somewhere."

"You reckon he could be a problem?" asked Roy, pensively.

"Ain't much he can do against us."

"Would have preferred him dead, though. Don't know how he coulda escaped."

"You're right, we searched for hours. It was dark, and he's a cunning one."

Roy gave back the binoculars to the two men assigned to watch the school.

"Let me know if anything happens that I should know of. Red, let's get back to the car. We found the spot we need for our meeting tomorrow, safe enough for both sides and out of prying eyes."

***

As he turned off the radio, after talking to Dunn, Fisher was feeling a mix of emotions.

He was appalled by the sight of Arthur's body, lying in a pool of blood, his lifeless eyes still open, looking at the sky and the wounded Nancy, with Doc and Shirley trying to revive her.

At the same time, this was all of his making, a necessary step to gain the total control of the school. It had happened earlier than expected and at least the fault was shared. Dunn would not be able to accuse him of anything. It was Arthur who was responsible for this mess.

He had to use that to his advantage to win a few more points in his tug of war with Dunn. He had not been the one to make the first move. His troops would know they had the upper hand and those supporting the marine or anyone else learn that there would be a price to pay if they rebelled against his rules.

"Will she make it through, Doc?"

"I'll do my best, but I'm not optimistic, I don't have the know how or the tools to stop internal bleeding."

"Shirley, you go with them and do your job."

Nancy was put on a stretcher, the same that had carried Sam with his fatal knife wound and she was hurried to the infirmary.

"Greg, Harvey, I'd like a word with you in private," said Carl.

"Tell me how Arthur was able to get inside Eagle House, reach the second floor and leave with the girl?" Carl's voice was steely.

"He said you were giving the orders. The guard at the entrance will be punished, I'll take care of it myself," said Harvey for his defense. "Without me and my boys, Arthur would have succeeded, it's Greg that let him go."

"Greg, What do you have to say?"

"I wanted to avoid an incident such as the one that occurred. He was besotted with her, nothing would have stopped him, they were in love. It was no big deal. Much less harm done than the situation we're in now."

"The second floor was supposed to be out of bounds for him. He would have known what was going on there and Nancy could have told even more," said Harvey.

"All this has leaked already, your boys won't hold their tongue, Harvey, it was already an open secret."

"You're both at fault in this and I have no time to discuss it now, I need to deal with Dunn first and try to bring back some order to this school. You've put me in a difficult position with him."

"Are you going alone?" asked Greg.

"Yes, but you'll cover for me, of course. Where is Max, I haven't seen him?"

"He's making sure everybody keeps calm while being on alert."

"Good move."

"What about the boy, Anthony? I can deal with him, if you want," said Harvey. "One less witness."

"That's not what I need at the moment. He's a token I can use to settle things down with Dunn." That boy is supposed to be on my side. What was he doing with Arthur in Eagle House? "I don't want any more problems, keep your troops in check, Harvey. Greg, let's go."

Carl Fisher was the first one beside the statue of Saint Xavier as he waited for Miles Dunn. It was late, dinner would have to be postponed that day.

***

To Be Continued