Chapter 23
The Bonds That Bind

Laydon gazed at the horde of naked boys and Monitors scrambling to position themselves as close to Calypso as possible. For the first time in his life, he finally understood the allure of young boys' smooth, naked bodies. He watched with sexual admiration as other boys and Monitors took turns licking Calypso's body, massaging his balls and squeezing his ass while sticking their tongues in his mouth.

The parts of his brain that controlled arousals were ablaze with newly formed synapses, compounding his virgin urges' flaming desires. It was too much for him to handle. He found himself unavoidably drawn to Calypso, just like everyone else. Any thoughts of trying to choke him to death now horrified him. Laydon shook his head vigorously, trying to steer himself from the fog of sexual delirium, but the desires were too strong, and the arousals were becoming too primordial. Laydon started losing himself in Calypso so much that he would sacrifice his life to save his.

He carefully walked towards Calypso, lying on the floor with his legs open and his knees up. Laydon aggressively pushed some boys and a Monitor out of the way. He knelt and shuddered with awe at the beauty of his nakedness. He reached down with a trembling hand and started massaging his boner and then fondling his silky testicles. Laydon was now completely under his spell and couldn't get enough of these newly found sensations.

Then he felt himself pulled back forcefully. The other boys and Monitors didn't like being pushed away from the object of everyone's desires. They all wanted a piece of Calypso and they were willing to fight for the perfect spot. Soon a melee erupted, and the entire shower room deteriorated into pandemonium. Naked boys and Monitors were throwing punches, kicking, body slamming, and choking whoever they could get their arms around with Calypso pulled from all directions.

Laydon heard a sickening thud and then everything stopped. He blinked his eyes and shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his mind. Everyone else was walking around in a daze trying to make sense of what just happened. Laydon was wondering why everything stopped so suddenly. He looked over his shoulder and gasped at what he saw.

Calypso lay sprawled on the floor unconscious, with a big bump on his head. He had been pulled and pushed and thrown around so much that he lost his balance during the commotion. He fell, hitting his head on the ground, breaking his thought thrower's effects and the psionic connection with everyone. Laydon sprinted over to where Calypso was and tried to shake him awake. There was no response. At that moment, Mr. Kieffer ran in, followed by several Monitors from Dorm 2. He had been alerted to the commotion by the security cameras.

"Laydon, what's going on? What's happening in here?" he demanded.

Laydon bent down and put his ear next to Calypso's mouth and his blood went cold. "Julius …" he said with watery eyes. "Julius, he's not breathing. Cal's not breathing! Go find the doctor. Hurry while I try giving him CPR."

***

Amelia was up in the clouds from the erotic sensations she was feeling as she stood in the middle of five naked boys pressing their boners against her own naked body. Not only had their combined body warmth raised their body temperatures, but it was also raising their heat of passion.

Sebastian could feel the crown of his giant boner pressing between her legs and up against Amelia's pussy and it was making him deliriously horny He stared at Amelia's face as her head lolled back with her eyes closed and could barely hear her soft mewling from the stimulations from not only his boner but from Rodney's boner pressing up her butt from behind.

Alan tapped Rodney's shoulder. "Dude, let me have a turn with him."

"Wait," Rodney said with an arousing smile. "Ohhh my god … this guy has like the smoothest ass. Smoother than yours. I can't stop."

"Dude, come on. It's my turn," Alan pleaded.

"Mmm … mmm fuck, this feels sooo good." Alan kept tapping him on the shoulder non-stop. "Fine, fine – it's your turn," Rodney said, swallowing as he pulled himself away.

Alan and Rodney quickly switched places giving Alan a turn to press his boner between Mel's butt cheeks. Since Alan's penis was more developed than Rodney's, he was able to push his dick further in between her legs to the point where he was actually tapping the tip of Sebastian's boner. Based on her loud gasp and expressions of ecstasy, she apparently didn't mind.

Rodney kept trying to slip his hand in to grab Mel's boner, but Sebastian kept pushing it away before Rodney realized there was no boner there to grab. Meanwhile, Riley and Benji were having their own moment as they continuously masturbated each other on the other side.

Sebastian decided to cut their little bonerfest short before this naked group hug turned into an all-out orgy despite his growing arousals. Not that he wouldn't mind, but he didn't want Alan and Rodney to know that Mel was actually a girl–at least not yet. Sebastian wanted Amelia to put all her efforts into thinking, acting, and responding like a boy to prepare her for when they reached the orphanage. So far, Alan and Rodney had no clue of her true gender.

"Alright guys, we need to get going before it gets late," he said, pulling himself away.

"Aww man … can't we stay a little longer?" Alan said, humping tighter against Amelia.

"He's right – ahem …" she said, deepening her voice. "Sebby's right, we need to go," she said, covering her privates with her hands and quickly jogged over to get her clothes hanging on a branch, leaving Alan disappointed with his hands outstretched.

"So, where are you guys going?" Rodney asked.

Sebastian, Riley and Benji looked at each other. "Umm … we're on our way to the rec center," Sebastian said as he and the others reluctantly started getting dressed as well.

"Nice try Sebby. You guys were walking in the opposite direction. The rec center's that way," Alan said, pointing. "What gives?"

"Look, I can't tell you, alright? We need to get going and you guys need to go back and get your bikes."

"What's the use?" said Rodney. "My bike's front tire looks like a damned pretzel."

"And my tires are flat," added Alan.

Sebastian stepped up to Alan's face. "Alan, you owe me one, man. You owe me big time. Get your bikes and go home so you can take care of your busted knee, okay? Please."

Alan looked down dejectedly. "Yeah, alright. You did save my life so … I just thought we knew each other well enough for you to trust us, that's all."

"I do trust you," Sebastian said emphatically. "Now I'm asking you to trust me. We might be getting ourselves in a bit of a jam and I don't want you guys getting hurt. Look, I'll fill you guys in later, okay? Now get going."

Everyone started knuckle tapping each other as Alan and Rodney headed out towards their bikes.

"By Mel," said Rodney in a sing-along. "It was pleasurable meeting you. Ahem – I mean, it was a pleasure to meet you," he said, blowing a kiss and winking his eye.

"Hey Mel, next time I've got shotgun," Alan shouted. "And if you're thinking of stiffing me, I won't hold you back!" he said laughing.

Amelia couldn't stop giggling. "Hey guys!" she shouted. She turned around, lowered the back of her jeans to moon them, bent down and parted her butt cheeks with her hands to expose her butt hole. "Parting is such sweet sorrow, wouldn't you say, boys?"

Alan and Rodney just stared with their mouths drooling as she and the guys walked away laughing.

"That ass!" Alan said, biting his lower lip. "Ohh, that ass. Hot daaaamn!"

"Fucking A," Rodney whispered to himself.

***

Dr. Gary Sinclair pushed up his round metal-framed glasses as he examined the various instruments hooked up to Calypso's body inside the examination room at the Infirmary. Calypso was lying unconscious on the bed with his head bandaged up wearing a hospital gown. The doctor made minor adjustments to the oxygen tank hooked up to his respirator.

"How's he doing, Doc?" Mr. Kieffer asked with concern.

"Well, he's in bad shape, Julian. He needs to be in a hospital. He hit his head pretty hard. It's possible he might have a brain injury. I'm afraid he's slipped into a coma. Thankfully he's still alive, thanks to the fact that Laydon gave him immediate CPR. The only thing we can do now is wait."

"What about his secretions? Will that be a problem while he's unconscious?"

"I'm not sure. If it does become a problem, I've prepared that incubator over there where we can put him in just in case. But if he does wake up, which would be a miracle, there's nothing I can do about his uhm … special gift."

"Taking him to a hospital may not be an option."

Dr. Sinclair was one of just a few people who knew about Calypso's abilities and was well aware of the secrets of Mr. Kieffer's and Laydon's relationship. He was also the person who was in charge of the lab, where he was able to use Laydon's blood to formulate the injections, which would stop the aging process. The effects were similar to what the Hespera Institute was looking for in their fountain of youth experiments, but there were big differences.

Dr. Sinclair's injections only worked on children up to thirteen or fourteen years old. It did not work on adults. Not only did it stop their physical aging, it also stopped their mental, emotional, and intellectual development. This was a boylover's commodity that was in high demand. Offered only to the wealthiest of clients who had been thoroughly vetted by the most skilled investigators worldwide.

Unfortunately, since the explosion at the lab, Dr. Sinclair had just enough for two more injections. Obviously, the demand was much higher, and those two injections would go to the highest bidders. Still, tonight's party would be bringing in a lot less income than what he was expecting. The fact the Calypso was out of commission only compounded Mr. Kieffer's sour mood.

The doctor leaned down and started listening to Calypso's heart with his stethoscope. He noticed something underneath his gown that was getting in the way. He reached in with his hand and pulled out the necklace that Calypso had been wearing since Dr. Haywood had given it to him in the woods. As he examined the metal ankh, he noticed a gap in the seam running along the side.

"Hmm, this looks interesting?" he mumbled.

"What have you got there, Doc?" Mr. Kieffer asked, looking over his shoulder.

The doctor used his fingernails to pry the thin tubular metal apart and watched a small dark rolled-up plastic fall to the side of the bed. He picked it up and raised it to the light on the ceiling.

"I'm not sure Julius. It looks like some kind of microfiche hidden inside." As delicately as he could, he used both hands to unspool it with his fingers. "Whatever it is, it's got a lot of information in there. Let me see if we've got something to magnify it with. I'll be right back," he said, dashing out of the room.

Mr. Kieffer walked over to the waiting room where Laydon was sitting nervously. He was fidgeting so much that he looked like a nervous wreck. He sat down next to him and put his hand on his shoulder. "Laydon, he's not doing very well. We might lose him."

"It doesn't matter," he said, tearing up. "I was about to kill him anyway," he said softly.

"But something held you back, didn't it? Or else you wouldn't have given him CPR. What happened, father? Why did you hesitate? Why did you feel it was necessary to save his life?"

"Julius, when I tried to extinguish his thought projector, it came right back with a force I've never felt before. I couldn't stop him. And then I … he did something to me that made me feel the excitement inside my body. I think I was feeling arousals."

"Laydon, maybe it was all the adrenaline going through your body from all the fighting," Mr. Kieffer suggested.

Laydon shook his head vigorously. "No, no, no – I know what that feels like. Julius, I had an actual erection. I looked at Calypso's naked body and I wanted to do sexual things with him. Is that what it feels like to be attracted to someone? At first, I was frightened. I didn't realize what was happening to me. But then … it was like – like a blind person seeing the world for the first time with all its splendor and vibrant colors."

"Father, I don't know what to say. Have you considered the fact that this might be a good thing? You've always wondered what it would feel like to feel arousals and to be sexually attracted to someone."

Laydon looked at his son with tears running down his cheeks. "You wanna know why I couldn't kill Cal? It's because I instantly fell in love with him." Laydon dropped his face into his hands and started crying. "For the first time in my existence, I've fallen madly in love with someone and I don't know how to process this."

Mr. Kieffer knelt in front of him and hugged him tightly, letting him cry on his shoulder while patting his back. Dr. Sinclair stood at the door and signaled to Mr. Kieffer. "Father, hang in there. I'll be right back, okay?"

"Julius, we may not have to send him to the hospital after all. I think I've got something that might bring Cal out of his coma," the doctor said as he led Mr. Kieffer into the examination room.

"I've been able to magnify the information that's in the microfiche. To tell you the truth, there's a lot in there that's way beyond my level of expertise. It's all about Cal, but I did come across something interesting. It seems our boy Calypso has an abnormally heightened sensitivity to what is known as Tantric Healing?"

"Tantric Healing? Explain Doctor."

"Tantric Healing is an ancient therapeutic procedure that enhances the body's ability to heal after a traumatic injury by unblocking …"

The doctor was interrupted by loud beeping coming from one of the machines hooked up to Calypso. "Something's wrong." He rushed over to check his vital signs. "Julius, his vitals are dropping. His body is beginning to shut down. Look, I don't have time to explain. You need to do exactly as I say, or we're going to lose him."

"Alright, tell me what to do."

The doctor told him.

Mr. Kieffer rushed over to Laydon in the waiting room and knelt down in front of him. "Laydon … Laydon – I need your help. I know how we can save Cal." Laydon still looked withdrawn. "Father, please – I need you to focus. Do you remember any of the boys who you told me that bonded with Cal the first time you took him to the showers?"

Laydon looked confused. "Bonded with Cal? What are you talking about?" he asked, wiping his tears.

"Laydon, this is a matter of life and death. Yesterday when you took Cal to the showers in Dorm 2. You said he had a mental connection with some boys that created some kind of bond. Do you remember any of those boys?" Laydon still looked confused. "Father!" Mr. Kieffer shouted, shaking his shoulders. "You need to snap out of it or Cal's gonna die!"

"Uhm, yeah, I do remember some of them. But …"

"Come on, let's go," he said, pulling Laydon behind him heading to Dorm 2.

A few minutes later, Mr. Kieffer and Laydon walked in with a young ten-year-old boy with big ears. It was the same boy he and Cal were experimenting on at the showers. The doctor walked over to him.

"Hello son. What's your name?"

"My name's Griffin," the boy said, scratching his freckled nose. "What am I doing here Doc? I'm not feeling sick. I've just been farting a lot and burping that tuna we had for lunch. Now I'm grossed out," he said with annoyance pushing his long light brown bangs out of his eyes. "Hey Doc, you have any lollypops in here?"

"Uhm, Griffin – we need your help. It's about your friend Cal."

"Cal? What's happened to him? Is he sick?" he asked, looking around. Then his eyes widened when he saw Calypso lying on the bed with all the wires and IV's and the breathing tubes connected to him. "Cal! What's wrong with him Doc? What happened?!" he shrieked almost in a panic.

Laydon walked over to him. "Griffin, remember yesterday when me and Cal were in the showers and you were getting embarrassed because you started getting a stiffy?"

"Yeah, but then I wasn't embarrassed anymore and then we all started having sex. It was strange, though, because – well, I could feel in my mind how good everyone felt when we grabbed each other's balls. And … and the others felt it too. They told me. We all talked about it."

"That's right, Griffin. The reason all of you were feeling that way was because of Cal. He was the one causing it. And because of that mental connection, you all formed a special bond with each other. Now, a little while ago, Cal fell down and hit his head really hard. He's in pretty bad shape and what he needs right now is to feel that connection – that special bond coming directly from you so that he can get well."

"Oh, okay, how do I do that?"

"I don't know. Julian, how does he do that?"

"Dr. Sinclair will tell you what to do. Doctor, he's all yours."

The doctor opened a microwave and pulled out a triangular glass container. "Griffin, this is a special kind of body oil that people use to give someone a massage. I've warmed it up in the microwave and now I want you to rub it all over Cal's body, okay?"

"All over his body? Are you sure?" Griffin said looking confused.

The doctor pulled the covers from Calypso's body and removed the gown leaving him completely naked. Laydon felt an immediate swelling of his penis.

"Julian, I'm gonna wait outside," Laydon said, walking out.

"Go ahead Griffin. Remove the top, pour some oil on him and start rubbing," the doctor instructed.

"Uhm, where do I start?"

"Just start on his chest and work yourself down."

After pouring some oil on Cal's chest, Griffin hesitated and then started spreading the oil with his index finger. "Like this? Am I doing it right?"

"Yes, you're doing good Griffin. Now you need to start using your whole hand. In fact, start using both hands, okay?"

"Okay," the boy said with more confidence. As he was massaging Cal's chest, he felt a slight pleasurable sensation in his mind. He was already down to his belly button and then stopped as he stared at Cal's flaccid penis. He turned to the doctor for guidance. "Doctor, what about his uhm … you know?"

"You need to rub it all over his entire body, including there," the doctor insisted.

Griffin gave him an embarrassed smile. "Really? You … you want me to massage him there? Even his balls?" he asked cutely.

"Yes Griffin. Massage his balls, massage his dick, massage his butt – everything."

"Okaaay, but I better not get in trouble for this." Griffin poured some oil directly on Cal's penis and started rubbing and squeezing and massaging his nuts. The pleasurable feelings in his mind started getting more intense.

The doctor stared intently at Cal's vital signs and couldn't believe his eyes. His heart rate was increasing; his breathing was stabilizing; his oxygen levels were rising – he was coming out of his coma. It was working.

"Griffin, you're doing great. Keep doing that. Forget about the rest of his body; just concentrate on his dick and his balls."

"He's getting a boner," Griffin said giggling. "Can I jerk him off?"

"Yesss – yes, that's a great idea."

Mr. Kieffer walked over to the doctor. "Gary, how is this happening?"

"It's like I was telling you earlier. Tantric Healing is a natural awakening of the healing energies released inside our bodies from sexual stimulations. Griffin is basically giving Cal a sexual massage. According to the information in the microfiche, this can only work with someone who has bonded with him in the past. The boy is healing at such an accelerated rate that he's starting to breathe on his own. Julian, this is amazing," the doctor said in awe as he proceeded to remove the breathing tubes from Calypso's throat.

"Yeah, okay … that's great, but what about his secretions? Are we gonna have a problem with that? Are we gonna have to put him in the incubator when he wakes up?"

"Oh, not at all. According to the microfiche, his body's transitioning into adolescence is causing an abnormal hormonal imbalance. The bodily secretions were a unique side effect of that imbalance. I already know how to take care of it. I'll put him on an IV right now to regulate his hormones to normal levels for his age. You won't have to worry anymore about that."

Mr. Kieffer winced at this unexpected revelation. Laydon had killed Ambrose for this very same problem which he now realized had a seemingly simple solution. Laydon would be devastated if he ever finds out.

Griffin let out a loud gasp catching everyone's attention. He was leaning against the bed with sweat on his face as he was massaging his own penis over his shorts. The connection he was having with Calypso was making him extremely aroused. Griffin quickly unbuttoned his shorts and pulled everything off, leaving him naked from the waist down. He climbed on the bed and straddled Calypso's naked body. He started humping up and down, pressing his boner against Calypso's, his head swaying from side to side from the sexual pleasures. Calypso's vital signs continued to improve.

Then Calypso's eyes started fluttering. He was waking up. He blinked in confusion as he stared up at Griffin, trying to regain his focus.

"Griffin … Griffin, it's you," he said softly putting his hand tenderly on his cheek. "You saved my life buddy. Even when I was unconscious, I could feel you were with me. I could feel your strength; I could feel your energy; and I could feel your boner. Thank you so much my friend. You were awesome."

Griffin beamed with pride and glowed with embarrassment, but he felt completely drained. "Aww shucks. It was nothing," he said with a dry, froggy voice. "I'm just glad you're okay Cal."

The doctor saw how weak he looked and helped him off the bed. He helped him put on his shorts and guided him to the other side of the bed. The doctor walked over to Calypso and started listening to his heart.

"Welcome back son. Do you know who I am?"

Calypso stared up at him for a moment. "No, I don't. Should I?"

The doctor looked concerned, wondering if he had some kind of memory loss. Then he mentally kicked himself. "Sorry, we've never been introduced." He saw Laydon walking in. "Do you know who he is?"

"That's Laydon," he said with a smile.

Mr. Kieffer had given Laydon the good news and called him in. "Julian, what about his secretions?" Laydon asked.

Mr. Kieffer stared at Calypso "I'm not feeling any of its effects. Maybe it's under control for now. We shouldn't worry about it," Mr. Kieffer said, looking into Laydon's eyes.

Laydon noticed something in his demeanor that disturbed him. Then he heard Calypso calling out to him. He walked over to the side of the bed and felt Calypso clasping his hand affectionately.

"Hey," Calypso said softly.

"Hey. How are you feeling Cal? You had us all worried." Laydon was relieved that Calypso had pulled the covers over his body.

"Laydon, I feel like myself again, but different somehow. Everything seems so clear now. Everything is so focused. It's like the fog has lifted and all the jumbled pieces of the puzzle have finally come together. I can finally see the big picture. I have control Laydon. I now have complete control. It's … it's wonderful."

Laydon stared at this incredibly beautiful boy, not only from the outside but from the inside as well. He felt so much love for him that it hurt. He's all he could think about. Nothing else mattered in his life now except him. The sensations of holding his hand were magical. He wanted to wrap his arms around him lovingly and drown himself in his love, never to let go – and this made him extremely disoriented and confused.

The doctor started unwrapping the gauzes around Calypso's head to check the bump on his head. As soon as he was done, he gasped in surprise. "Holy mother of … Cal, you had a massive subdural hematoma on your head enough to cause brain damage. Now it's gone," he said, feeling his head. "The bump on your head is completely gone. This is a miracle."

"You can thank Griffin for that," he said, letting go of Laydon and held Griffin's hand. "He has an amazing ability to focus my healing energies. He also provided a lot of his own energy to help me heal and it took a lot out of him. You didn't have to do that Griffin."

"I know Cal, but I really, really thought you needed it," he said, cupping Calypso's hand.

"You're a trooper and I'll always be grateful."

Laydon saw how they were both affectionately holding hands and he started boiling with jealous rage.

Chapter 24
Unexpected Friendships

Sebastian and the group had been surveying parts of the perimeter of the orphanage for a while now, looking for any openings and they were getting tired. The compound was so large that it would take them forever to go completely around. They looked in dismay at the tall surrounding wall that looked so imposing and impenetrable.

They all huddled together under cover of the surrounding trees. "So, let me get this straight," said Benji. "You're telling us we're gonna be breaking into that orphanage – the one that's like surrounded by the Wall of China and has a gazillion security cameras and an army of Storm Troopers? That's what you're telling us?"

Sebastian scratched his head in deep thought. "Umm … yeah."

"How are we gonna do it?" asked Benji.

"The only way I know is through an underground drainage, but it's blocked by steel beams. There has to be another way in."

"Oh my god," Riley said, covering his face. "This is impossible. This is never gonna work. We're doomed."

Amelia snorted out a laugh. "We're doomed? This isn't the apocalypse Riley. Just give Sebby a chance. He'll think of something."

Sebastian was thinking hard about how to proceed and finally made a hard decision that was beginning to weigh heavily on him. "I have a plan. Follow me," he said, taking the lead. He kept telling himself that this was the right course of action. He knew the consequences of his decision and how it would impact his friends. He was determined he had to do this, no matter what.

"I told you Sebby would find a way," Amelia commented.

"Of course. I never doubted him for a minute," joked Benji.

"Aren't you glad we called him back last night and let him stay," said Riley in a soft voice?

"Yeah, you were right Riley, and he thought he couldn't make close friends. Look at us now."

"Well, you know what they say about friendship," Riley said. "Good friends don't let you do crazy, stupid shit … alone."

Sebastian could hear them talking behind him. He felt a lump in his throat when he heard them refer to him as a close friend. The level of guilt was beginning to rise, but he gave his word to Mr. Kieffer to bring them in. And Mr. Kieffer promised to get him into a new foster home and hopefully get adopted. He was homeless now and despite his guilt, this was the only way. He would lead them straight to the entrance and tell the guards about Mr. Kieffer's instructions. They would take care of the rest.

"Hey Sebby, it looks like we're headed straight for the gate," Benji said, slowing down. "Are we just gonna walk through? What's are you trying to pull?"

"Hey, leave him alone," said Amelia hooking her arm with Sebastian's. "He wouldn't lead us astray, right Sebby? He's our friend and we have to trust him," she said, giving him a warm side hug.

Benji looked down. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry I doubted you Sebby. We should be grateful that you're helping us to get Cal out of there. We'll follow you wherever you lead us, okay?" He walked around Sebastian to face him and put out his hand. "All for one and one for all. Put her there, pal."

That's when everyone noticed his tears. "Sebby, w-what's wrong? Are you crying?" asked Amelia with concern.

Sebastian kept wiping the tears away. Everyone immediately surrounded him, putting their hands on his shoulder to comfort him. He looked at the three of them and marveled at how quickly they had regarded him as a close friend. Even after he had bad-mouthed all of them just a day ago, they still wanted to give him a chance and be his friends – his true friends. He never knew what that felt like. He even felt closer to them than he did with Alan and Rodney.

"Benji, you doofus," Riley said accusingly. "Why'd you make him cry?"

"What?! Me? What did I do?"

"I'm sorry," Sebastian sniffled. "I'm sorry – I'm so sorry. It wasn't Benji. It wasn't any of you. It was me," he said with deep sorrow. "Guys, there's something I need to tell you and you're not gonna like it."

Sebastian proceeded to tell them about how Mr. Kieffer had instructed him to bring them to the orphanage by any means for the purpose of kidnapping them. He told them how Mr. Kieffer had promised him to get him into a new foster home in an affluent neighborhood if he came through. He decided not to tell them about the sex trafficking part of it.

"I just couldn't do it," Sebastian concluded. "I just couldn't do this to my friends."

Riley's face contorted in anger. "Your friends? You're still calling us your friends? How dare you. You lied to us! All this time, you've been fucking lying to us" he said pushing him back. "I stood up for you!" he yelled. "I'm the one who called you back and gave you a chance and let you stay overnight in our treehouse! I'm the one who made you a sandwich when you were hungry! And this is how you repay us? I thought you liked us! But I guess Benji was right all along. You're nothing but a fucking loser."

Sebastian looked devastated. "Riley, wait …" he said, walking towards him. "I … I changed my mind."

"Get the fuck away from me, you fake," he seethed. "You were supposed to help us save Cal and all along, you just wanted to get us kidnapped. Now we're never gonna see him again because of you. I'm going home and I'm just gonna tell my dad everything," Riley said, storming away.

Benji looked at Sebastian with disapproval. "Sorry Sebastian, but this time you've really gone too far," he said, shaking his head and also started walking away.

Amelia gave him an apologetic look. "I'm sorry Sebby. Look, it's almost getting dark so … we'll see you around." She turned and reluctantly followed behind Benji.

"Guys, wait. Let me explain. You don't know what it's like living with my stepfather. Please!"

"Go away!" shouted Riley.

Sebastian was filled with remorse as he watched the three of them walking away, disheartened. How could he have let them down like this? Just a few minutes ago, they had referred to him as their close friend. A friendship that could've become so much more. Now they were all gone because of him.

"I was right," he said teary eyed. "Every time I come close to making friends, I always find a way to fuck things up." He forcefully kicked a pebble in anger. "You were right, Riley. I am a fucking loser." Sebastian decided to toughen up. "Who cares. Who needs friends anyway? All they do is drag you down."

Not believing a word he said, he lowered his head in shame and started walking in the opposite direction, but before he got too far, he heard the sounds of a vehicle approaching. He quickly dashed behind a tree. He took a peek and saw a small jeep with the Boy's Haven logo intercepting Amelia, Riley and Benji. A couple of guards stepped out and he was close enough to hear the exchange.

"What are you boys doing outside the perimeter?" the driver demanded. "How were you able to sneak out of here? Answer me!"

The three of them looked at each other nervously. Riley realized this could be their way in. He gave the other two a wink trying to get them to play along. "Oh, we're sorry, mister. We're so sorry. It was just a joke. We were planning on coming back in, right guys?"

Amelia decided to jump in. "Yeah mister. We're sorry. It was uhm … it was my fault. I dared them to sneak into a delivery truck right before it left. We didn't know we'd get stuck in there when they closed the back door. Then we started banging on the wall for them to stop and let us out. We were just on our way back. I know it was stupid and we'll never do it again. We promise."

Benji looked a little dumbfounded. Riley poked him with his elbow to say something. "Yeah uhm … ehem – we were so scared. We just wanna go back already. Could you please give us a ride?"

The driver looked to the other guard. "Must've been the cake deliveries. We need to be more careful with that."

The other guard nodded. "Yeah, it looks like we're gonna have to start inspecting the delivery trucks on their way out." He looked at the kids. "What dorm are boys from?"

The kids just looked at him with a blank stare. "Uhmmm …"

"Are you from Dorm 1 or Dorm 2?"

Riley gave a slight shrug and made a random choice. "Dorm 1?"

The guards looked at each other knowingly. The driver started whispering privately with his partner. "I have a feeling these boys are on the list for tonight's private party. What do you think?"

His partner stared appreciatingly at the kids. "There's no doubt about it man. These boys are gorgeous, especially the one with the red cap. We better take these boys back in and not even report it. If Mr. Kieffer found out about this, he'll rake us through the coals and might even fire our asses."

"Yeah, I totally agree. We better take them back before someone finds out they're missing." He looked at the kids. "Are you boys supposed to be in that workshop in the Education Building today?"

"Workshop?" Riley asked in confusion. "I … yeah, I think so."

"Alright well, you all climb in and I'll drop you boys off. You might get there a little late." The kids climbed inside and the guards closed the door as they continued their private conversation outside.

"Riley, are you sure we should be doing this?" Benji asked in a soft voice. "We were supposed to run away from the kidnappers, not gift-wrap ourselves to them with a big shiny red bow."

"That's it," said Amelia nervously. "Our faces are gonna end up on milk cartons all over the country, and I don't even look like myself," she whined.

"Hang tight guys. This is the only way we're gonna have a chance to save Cal," said Riley. "Just play along and act as we belong there. As soon as we get an opportunity, we'll slip away from wherever they put us and start looking for him."

Amelia saw the guards climb in and start the jeep. "Now we're doomed."

***

Sebastian watched with a sense of urgency. "What are you guys doing?" he whispered to himself. "No … no – don't be stupid. Don't get in. Just run away. Run away," he hissed in desperation. He thought about running over there, waving his hands for them to stop, pretending he was part of their group, but he recognized the guards, and there was a chance they might recognize him. If that happened, the gig was up. He would ruin it for everyone. He had no other choice. He had to take the chance that they wouldn't recognize him.

The guards got in and he saw the jeep approaching and prepared to rush out in front of them. "On the count of three," he whispered. "One … two …" Then his eyes widened when he felt a hand covering his mouth from behind as he was forcefully yanked back while the jeep sped by, kicking up a cloud of dust. Sebastian quickly pivoted and raised his fist getting ready to smack the intruder right in the face.

"Wait! Sebby wait! It's me – Alan. Easy … easy. Calm down."

Sebastian's breathing was labored from the adrenaline. He slowly backed away as he saw Rodney approaching from behind a tree. "What are you guys doing here?" he demanded angrily. "What's going on. You knuckleheads were supposed to go home. Why'd you pull me back like that?"

"Sebby, keep your voice down. We've got a bigger problem. Something's going down," Rodney said, trying to catch his breath.

"What do you mean? What are you talking about?"

"We decided to follow you guys from a distance," Alan continued. "But then we lost you. During the time that we were trying to find you, we ran into a group of men from the electric company with a couple of service trucks working on one of those giant electrical posts. Then they started changing into some black jumpsuits with a bunch of gear like you see in the army. Sebby, they had long rifles."

"Rifles? Did they see you?"

"No, we were well hidden, but we could hear what they were saying. Sebby, they were making plans to sneak into the orphanage tonight and kidnap one of the boys who they said was some kind of freak. They said they might even have to shoot him. When we saw you were getting ready to turn yourself in to the guards, I decided to pull you back. I didn't want you going in there without knowing about this. Sebby, what's going on? Why did your friends let themselves be taken like that? Were you guys trying to find a way to sneak in there? Do you know anything about this freak boy they're talking about?"

Sebastian knew exactly who they were talking about and he felt his heart going up to his throat with fear.

Rodney stepped up. "Sorry Sebby. We're sorry we let you down."

"Forget it guys. Don't be sorry. Based on what you've told me, I'm glad you guys stuck around. Look, I made a huge mistake and now my friends are in big trouble. Now I'm gonna need your help to get them out of there. First, I want you to take me to where you found those men and I'll explain everything on the way. It'll be dark soon. As soon as they make their way into the compound, we'll follow their tracks. They'll be our ticket inside."

"Right on Sebby," Alan said with a raised fist. "You've got some balls man."

Rodney pulled out a camouflaged handkerchief and wrapped it around his forehead. "What are you doing?" Sebastian asked.

"Isn't it obvious? I'm Rambo," he said with a wide smile. "I'm the shit, man."

Adam shook his head. "Rodney, you're not the shit. You're a piece of shit. Big difference bro."

"It's okay Adam. You don't have to be jealous," Rodney said, smugly patting Adam's cheek.

Sebastian regarded these two and thought that he might have misjudged them. Maybe they considered him more of a friend than he did them. He felt a little guilty about that, but in a way, it brought him some comfort. He decided to explore those feelings at a later time.

Chapter 25
Slurpy Smoothees

"Cricket, I can't believe I let you talk me into giving this workshop. I've only been here about a week. I don't know anything about sex parties."

"Charles, don't worry. I'll take care of the workshop and you can just kick back. The guy who usually does this got pulled away and every other Monitor is helping out with the party preparations. You're the only one we have left."

"Well, why didn't you just do the workshop without me?"

"Because the doors are locked, and this place is not in the habit of lending out keys to us orphans. Besides, we're not allowed to be in the building without a Monitor."

The both of them approached the Education Building and noticed a group of about nine boys ranging from 8 to 13 years old waiting in front of the doors. Some of the boys were a little rowdy, chasing each other around. Charles hesitated and swallowed when he noticed Fonzy was among them.

"What's wrong?" Cricket asked.

"Ahh … nothing. Everything's just …" He noticed Fonzy looking straight at him, licking his lips with a wide sexy smile. "Oh boy … I mean – everything's just fine." As much as he enjoyed Fonzy's naked body yesterday, he wasn't sure if Mr. Kieffer would give him a free pass to enjoy him again.

As soon as Charles unlocked the door, everyone poured in and loudly ran down the hallway, taking advantage they were the only ones in the entire building.

"We better keep up before they spread themselves out all over the place," Cricket said, running ahead. Charles didn't need to be told where the classroom was. All he had to do was follow the screams.

Charles stepped in and looked around the ordinary-looking classroom with a wide green chalkboard, a wood-paneled floor, rows of double desks, a world map with inspirational posters next to it and a large calendar on the walls. Cricket walked in and placed a small red duffel bag on the teacher's desk and opened it up.

Once the boys were inside, their rowdiness escalated as most of them were jumping over chairs chasing each other and jumping from one double desk to another, shrieking like velociraptors.

Charles raised his hands. "Hey guys … let's settle down okay." The boys ignored him. "Guys. Guys! Helloooo!" He looked at Cricket in defeat.

"I have an idea," Cricket said. He walked over to Fonzy and pulled him by the back collar. Then he whispered something in his ear. He looked at Cricket with surprise and smiled.

Fonzy stood in front of the teacher's wooden desk and pulled off his black tank top. Then he unbuttoned his jean shorts and pulled down the zipper. He slowly lowered his shorts to his knees, leaving his tight white panties on. He turned around facing the desk, slipped his underwear halfway down, climbed on the desk on his knees and bent down with his legs partly open. He started swaying his smooth naked ass, provocatively shaking his balls with the expertise of someone who knew how to drive the boylovers wild. You could see his face upside down between his legs as he stared at the boys with his bangs hanging down.

The silence was immediate as the boys were laughingly frozen in time in mid-raucous, staring at Fonzie's mouth-watering butt with their mouths open, including Charles. It was like someone had pressed the pause button on the VCR.

"Well, now that I've got your attention, y'all need to sit and settle down," Cricket commanded. "Thanks, Fonzy. You can get dressed now."

"Hey Cricket, just let Fonzie stay the way he is and make him part of the lesson?" one of the boys joked as they all sat down.

"Yeah, maybe we can get extra credit for Biology," said another.

Other boys started chiming in.

"Yeah, we've never studied an anaconda before."

"Or a boa constrictor."

Fonzy pulled up his shorts and slipped on his tank top. He walked sexily between the boys. "You boys have to learn how to handle a snake. You've gotta be gentle when you first catch it and then get aggressive when you want to extract its juices." Everyone started laughing.

"Alright, alright – listen up," said Cricket impatiently. "I want you all to meet Charles, our new Monitor, but I'm the one giving the workshop, not him. Go ahead and relax if you want on one of the chairs, Charles." Cricket went to the chalkboard and started writing.

As soon as Charles sat down, Fonzy got up from his desk and went to sit down on the empty chair next to Charles. This is gonna turn out to be some workshop, Charles thought.

"Hey Cricket, how come we're here," one of the boys asked.

"I'm glad you asked. Adam, why are we here?" He asked an eleven-year-old with black curly hair.

The young boy stretched his arms under his desk nervously, feeling slightly embarrassed. "Pleasure Island Party," he said with a giggle. "But where are the rest of the boys? Isn't there supposed to be a lot more going to the party?"

Cricket grabbed some chalk and wrote Pleasure Island Party on the board. "Yes Adam. You're right. They're in the mansion rehearsing for their performances. "Now, how many of you have not been to a Pleasure Island Party?" Five hands went up. "Okay, so our Dorm Supervisor has explained to us what this party is all about and you've all agreed to participate.

"He's also explained how very important it is to keep our little sex club a secret. I can promise you you'll be highly rewarded with benefits and special privileges for allowing our VIP's to have fun with your naked bodies." He pointed to a thirteen-year-old boy with straight red hair. "Jacob, you wanna tell our new friends what we call our very special boys club?"

"The Slurpy Smoothees Club." He turned to the boy sitting next to him and bent down between his legs, making loud slurping sounds pretending to suck his dick.

Cricket started chuckling. He grabbed the chalk and also wrote that on the board. "Excellent! Now, as you all know, tonight's the big night. Every three months Mr. Kieffer throws this huge party at the mansion for special guests who fly in from all over the world. These men pay a lot of money to get in and the only reason they're coming is to have wild sex with all of you. You boys are going to be the stars of this special event. These men don't like having sex with women, but they do prefer to have sex with smooth young boys like you.

"This time around Mr. Kieffer has made some changes. Those of you who are ten and under will be on the sidelines among several men providing some entertainment until late in the evening. They'll be limited to feeling your bodies, grabbing your butts, massaging your nuts, sucking your dicks … that kind of thing. Later in the evening, those of you who are eleven and over will be paired with one man – possibly two, for a more intimate one-on-one in one of the private bedrooms.

"But there are a few safety precautions. All of these men have been warned not to be aggressive with you boys, whether you are in the sidelines or alone in a room with them. If any of these men start to hurt you boys in a mean way, you have every right to do whatever you think is necessary to get away from there. Yell, scream, scratch, bite – kick him in the balls if you have to. There'll be several Monitors nearby in the hallways in case there are any problems."

One of the new twelve-year-old boys raised his hand. "What's your question Akito?"

"Uhm … I've never had sex with a man before. How do I know what I'm supposed to do?"

Charles stiffened in his chair when he felt Fonzy grabbing his crotch under the table. "I know exactly what to do," he whispered jokingly. Charles groaned softly and closed his eyes.

"Good question Akito. We'll get to that in a minute, okay? Now, if any of you …"

The class was interrupted by some knocking on the door. Cricket walked to the door and saw a security guard through the vertical window. "Hey Cricket," the guard said. He peeked inside and waved to Charles. "Hey Mr. Collins. I've got three boys here from Dorm 1 that say they're supposed to be at your workshop.

"From Dorm 1?" Charles said, not recognizing any of them. "Uhm, yeah okay. Thank you, sir. Come on in guys."

Cricket closed the door and addressed the newcomers. "I'm from Dorm 1 and I don't remember seeing any of you there. When did you guys come in?"

Riley and Benji scratched their heads nervously and looked at each other, not knowing what to say. "We ahh … ehem … we uhmmm …" Riley looked like he was going to shit his pants."

Amelia got an idea and quickly stepped in. "Guys, he's asking you a question. Sorry … we just got transferred from the other dorm."

"Yeah, what she said," Benji said with relief.

"Really?" Cricket said in surprise. "Wow. So, you boys were added to tonight's party list just like that?"

Party? What party?" Benji asked.

Amelia jabbed him on the side. "The party – yeeeesss, haha – we were invited to the party," she said with fake enthusiasm.

Cricket just stared at them for a moment and then looked at Charles. "Should we let them stay? It's your call."

Charles stared at the boys, especially at the one with the red cap. Something seemed off about that one. "Well, we can't send them back to Dorm 2. All transfers to Dorm 1 are final. If they're on the list, they're on the list."

"Okay well, my name's Jimmy, but everyone calls me Cricket."

"Hi Cricket, I'm Mel," Amelia said, extending her hand with a fake smile.

"Is that short for Melvin," Cricket asked fully admiring that beautiful face with the delicate hand.

"Yeah … yeah, haha. Melvin. That's what my name is."

Riley rubbed his sweaty hands on his pants. "Hi, I'm Riley. Hey, is Cricket short for Jiminy Cricket?"

Benji cleared his throat and pushed Riley to the side. "Hey Cricket. My name's Benjamin Joel M…" he saw Riley and Amelia glaring at him. "My name's Benji. Just … Benji," he said awkwardly.

"Alright boys, well, have a seat. I don't have time to start from the beginning, so I'll just continue on and let you catch up along the way. So, like I was saying – if any of you boys get hungry during the party, you are all welcome to the buffet tables and the fountain drinks. Don't drink too much soda or you'll be wanting to go pee a lot."

Riley and Benji were sitting together at one of the double desks and Amelia was sitting alone behind them next to where Charles and Fonzy were sitting. Amelia scooted her desk forward as far as it would go. "Hey guys, it looks like we got here just in time. I'm starving. I wonder what this party's all about."

"Maybe it's someone's birthday," Riley suggested.

"I hope there's cake and ice cream," Benji added, licking his chops.

Amelia looked through the corner of her eye and noticed Charles staring intently at her. She discreetly lowered her cap and looked away. "Pssst! Hey guys," she whispered. "That man over there is staring at me like some kind of pervert."

"Quiet," Riley hissed. "I'm trying to hear what Cricket is saying. The chalkboard says something about an island and Slurpees. I think they're planning some kind of surprise party."

"But why are we the only ones in the building?" asked Benji.

"Okay everybody. Now it's time for the fun part of this workshop," Cricket continued. "We're going to start by doing a little role-playing to give you newer guys an idea of what to expect during the party."

Cricket looked across the classroom and surveyed the diverse group of boys. There were a couple of Asian boys, one black French kid with blonde hair, one Latino with the sexiest eyebrows, a couple of Australian blonde cuties, one Italian, one Irish with red hair, and the rest were Americans.

All of them were stunningly beautiful. He was kind of envious. He had participated in many of these sex parties at a younger age and had really enjoyed all of them. He had become quite a sensation with the men who delighted in drilling their cocks into him. But now he was too old for their tastes.

Cricket rubbed his hands together in anticipation and feasted his eyes on the Irish ginger boy. "Jacob, come up to the front please."

Cricket started pulling down the window blinds. Then he taped a cardboard over the door window. "An important part of a man's experience is the foreplay. For those of you who are new to this, don't worry, you'll get a chance to practice this in a moment. The man will usually start at the top and work himself down. Observe."

Cricket stood behind Jacob and started blowing softly into his ear while delicately dragging his finger over them. Then he peeled off his grey shirt and started kissing his neck and shoulders with a delicate gentleness as he reached around and caressed his chest, stimulating his nipples with the tip of his fingers.

"Mmm … why'd you pick me Cricket," Jacob asked with delight.

"Oh, you know – the Luck of the Irish kind of thing," Cricket whispered in his ear. "Plus, you're the hottest boy in the whole group."

"Yes, I am," he joked with conceit. "Are you gonna make me go all the way?"

"Oh, fuck yeah," he whispered, pinching both of Jacob's nipples. "I hope you don't mind."

"Of course not, handsome. You made the right choice. I love doing this shit."

"Put on a good show for us ginger boy."

Riley, Benji and Amelia stared with their mouths open in disbelief. "Riley, what's going on? What kind of place is this? What have you gotten us into?" Benji whispered.

"I don't know. Why are you asking me? I'm not a psychic."

Amelia started craning her neck with a widening grin. "I don't know about you guys, but I'm beginning to like it here."

"Another important part is watching a boy strip," Cricket said. "But you have to do it right. You have to move your body in a sexy way while you're taking your clothes off."

"Taking our clothes off? We're definitely not in Kansas anymore," Riley groaned.

The young ginger teen started demonstrating as he put on a sexy face and unbuttoned his turquoise shorts and swiveled his hips as he pulled them down and kicked them off. He stood proudly, revealing his tented powder blue nylon underwear that hugged his butt loosely but was sexily low cut. All the boys got up from their chairs and gathered at the front to get a closer look. Amelia quickly joined in, pushing herself to the front. Riley and Benji decided to also get up and blend in with the crowd.

Jacob parted the crowd and walked over to a round support beam going up to the ceiling in the middle of the desks. Cricket turned on a small radio and tuned it to a rock station. Jacob gave himself a wedgie and started working the pole, hugging and straddling it as he swung himself around. Biting her bottom lip, Amelia reached out and pulled the back of his underwear down as he swung by, exposing half of his butt.

Then he walked back to the front of the class. He began swaying and gyrating his hips sexily as he slowly started pulling his underwear down from side to side, providing an excruciatingly slow reveal making all the boys horny as hell. Charles could see all the boys massaging their boners as the redhead expertly captivated their full attention. Charles could feel Fonzy reaching back and massaging his own boner. Charles, no longer caring what Mr. Kieffer would think, reached around and squeezed Fonzy's growing bulge.

Amelia gave a slight gasp when Jacob finally revealed his long sizzling vertical circumcised cock with a very thin line of short pubes right behind it. Jacob hung his briefs on the tip of his boner and started twirling it around until it flew off. Amelia held her wrist and started massaging her crotch with it. Then she stiffened when she felt one of the boys behind her grabbing her butt.

Cricket circled around Jacob, admiring his nakedness. "Oh yeah. One of the sexiest boners I've seen, right boys?"

The boys started clapping and cheering. "Yeah! … Right on Lucky Charms! … Shake it baby!"

Cricket stood behind Jacob and reached around to massage his giant cock and giving it a few strokes. "Why don't you walk around your friends to give them a little practice."

Jacob inserted himself into the crowd allowing the rest of the boys to get their hands on his most sensitive boy parts. His body trembled from the onslaught of powerful arousals as he felt all these hands grabbing his cock, his balls and his butt. Amelia couldn't believe her senses when she got a chance to press her palm on his boner while massaging his balls.

"That's what you boys are gonna be doing during the first part of the party. Jacob, come sit right over here on the edge of the teacher's desk." Jacob did as he was told. "Lean back a little. Yeah, there you go. Ooohh … so sexy."

Jacob couldn't believe how horny he felt. He hadn't felt this excited in a long time. He loved the way these boys were lusting over him with wide sexy smiles as he sat completely naked on the edge of the teacher's wooden desk with a full boner in the middle of a classroom of all places.

He's had this longtime fetish of being naked in front of a group of clothed boys. He was especially enjoying all the attention while he was walking among them, letting them grab and fondle and touch his entire body. The eroticism of feeling his boner rubbing against their clothing was absolutely orgasmic.

Cricket looked around the room. "You, what was your name again?"

Riley's eyes widened with shock when he realized Cricket was pointing at him. "Uhh … Uhhhh … Riley," he squeaked.

"Come on up here Riley."

"Uhm, why?"

"Just get up here. I'm trying to show all you new boys what to expect during the party."

"Riley, just go," Benji whispered. "You're gonna mess it up for us if you don't. You're the one who got us into this mess so suck it up and just do what he says." Benji didn't realize the significance of what he had just said.

"Hey, I don't like your choice of words, Benji," he said, stepping up with slumped shoulders.

"Alright, let's give Riley a hand everyone." Everyone started clapping with encouragement. "Now Riley, you're old enough to be paired with one of our guests for tonight. One of the things you'll be expected to do is give a guy a blowjob. You know what a blowjob is, right?"

"Yes," he said shakily, almost in a whisper.

"Have you ever given anyone a blowjob before?" Riley shook his head vigorously. "Well, it's very simple. It's kind of like sucking on a popsicle, but you have to be careful not to bite or scrape the guy's dick with your teeth. So now I want you to open up Jacob's legs and give this naked boy a blowjob." Riley looked stricken and shook his head no. "Bro, you were told about this and you agreed to participate. Isn't that why they transferred you to Dorm 1? They can't transfer you back. You're stuck with us."

Riley looked at Amelia who was covering her mouth, trying not to laugh. Benji glared at him, soundlessly mouthing 'Just do it.'

Riley walked over to Jacob, opened up his legs and surveyed his soft skin, his hard nipples and his hard cock pointing straight up with his balls hanging on the edge of the desk as he leaned back on his arms. Despite his misgivings, he started getting hard. Very hard. Although he had never sucked anyone's dick before, he had fantasized about doing it to Benji and to some of the boys at school in the locker room.

He looked directly at Jacob. "Are … are you okay with me doing this?"

Jacob started twitching his boner invitingly relishing the fact that getting a blowjob from a clothed boy would be an added bonus. "Oh yeah. Go ahead. I've got your lucky charm right here. Let's see what you've got."

Riley swallowed and bent down. He gingerly grabbed his boner and pulled it towards his mouth. He marveled at the hardness of such a huge cock that was almost as big as Sebastian's. He opened his mouth and closed it. He opened it again and closed it in indecision. Then he took a deep breath and finally took it in his mouth and closed his lips. He just stayed like that, not doing anything.

Cricket started coaching him on how to stimulate Jacob's boner with his tongue and how to massage it up and down with pressed lips while fiddling with his nuts. Jacob lay down flat on the desk, closed his eyes and groaned with pleasure. Riley was getting the hang of it and even started to enjoy this new experience with this older teen.

"Ohhhh yeahhh," Jacob moaned. "Mmmm … That tongue. Mmmff, that tongue is just awesome. Uhhh – of my god, I love that tongue." Motivated by his compliments, Riley started working his tongue even harder. "Uhhh … uhhh, are you sure this is your first time?"

Cricket raised his hands in the air. "Okay everybody, for you older boys, one good way to get excellent surveys from our guests is to allow yourselves to get fucked. Why don't you all find a partner, strip yourselves naked and start experimenting with each other. Get creative, get imaginative, and most importantly – have fun."

Amelia gasped as her eyes grew like saucers. She gripped Benji's arm tightly. "Benji …!" she hissed. "What am I gonna do? I can't strip in here," she said in a panic as the rest of the boys were stripping around them with enthusiasm.

"Shit, I don't know," he said looking around frantically. "Let's inch ourselves closer to the door and we'll slip out when nobody's looking." Benji made eye contact with Riley pleading with his eyes for help. Riley immediately understood.

As soon as Riley was completely naked, he grabbed the duffel bag on the desk and looked inside. "Hey Cricket, these look like rubber dicks. What are we supposed to do with these?" he asked loudly. That caught everyone's attention. He looked at Benji and Amelia. Go, he mouthed silently. Just go. As much as Benji and Amelia wanted them to stick together, they had no choice but to separate and hope they'd be able to meet up with Riley later on.

Amelia looked behind her shoulder and saw the older man pounding his dick up the Italian boy's ass who was bent down on the desk. Fwap, fwap, fwap, fwap. She stared longingly at all those naked boys with their hairless boners and their cute sexy butts spooning each other and sucking dick and doing all these intimate nasty things together.

Now she understood what Slurpy Smoothees meant. Even Riley looked like he was getting into the action. She felt a great sense of lust and started feeling a wetness between her legs as she stared back through the gap on the door.

"Ohh … Ooooh, what a feeling," she moaned pressing her legs together from her unexpected orgasm.

Benji ran back and grabbed her arm. "Amelia, let's go! What is wrong with you. You look like someone who just got fucked."

"Mmm," she mewled in high pitch. "Close enough."

Chapter 26
The Tunnel

Sebastian, Alan, and Rodney watched silently, peeking around some distant trees, as the sniper team of three zipped up their dark jumpsuits, gathered their equipment, and entered the tall drainage tunnel one by one.

"Alright, let's go," said Sebastian.

A moment later, they cautiously walked into the square tunnel keeping as close to the side wall as possible. Sebastian walked up to the scorched metal rods protruding from the sides where the men had cut through the grate the previous night. He rubbed the soot between his fingers and realized this thing was cut a while ago. They've been through here before. He wondered how long it would take for the guards to notice this breach and report it.

The light seeping in through the entrance was getting dimmer and dimmer as they walked deeper into the curving drainage. They could barely see the three men up ahead with their flashlights slicing though the darkness.

"Rodney, don't walk so fast. And stop making so much noise," Sebastian whispered with annoyance. "In fact, let's stop for a moment. We're getting too close." They waited for the men to disappear around the curvature.

"So Sebby, how come you never told us you used to be in this orphanage and that your old man had adopted you from there?" Alan asked.

"Fucking bastard. He just wanted to fuck my ass and use my cock as his personal sex toy. That's all he ever wanted," Sebastian spat in disgust.

"Eww … weren't you grossed out?" Rodney asked. "The guy looks like a freaking ogre with those crocodile teeth."

"Well, yeah. But he'd always be bringing his younger pals over to the house with their own boys and we'd have these fucking naked orgy parties all the time. A lot of those boys were hot as fuck and his pals weren't too bad either. Anytime I didn't have to fuck around with Carl was fine with me."

Rodney stared at him with his mouth open. "Did you say orgy parties? And you didn't invite us? What the fuck man?"

"So, what about this Calypso guy?" Alan prompted. "You said he can use his mind to make whoever he chooses want to have sex with him?"

"Or with someone else," Sebastian added.

"Hey, is he cute?" Rodney asked with a crooked smile. "Have you guys fucked? Did he make you have sex with him? Does he like just guys, or does he like girls too?"

Sebastian recalled the extraordinary pleasures he felt from his sexual encounter he had with Calypso in the shower room at school.

Alan noticed his dreamy expressions of arousal. "Yep, I'd say the answer is yes to everything. Hot damn," he said rubbing his hands together with glee. "Give us all the juicy details. Are we gonna get to meet him?"

"Stop asking so many damned questions," Sebastian hissed. "And keep it down – there's a loud echo in here."

"Aww, come on Sebby," Alan pleaded. "We're just curious. Imagine being able to make whoever you want have sex with you? I've had sex with guys, but I've never been laid by a chick before. Imagine going up to Brooke Shields and saying 'Hey honey buns, your body is like flaming hot. I've got a firehose down my pants that'll put you right out'."

"Pfff … you mean a squirt gun?" Rodney snorted.

"And then I'd walk up to her and say, 'You wanna strip naked so I can fuck you,' but not as a question, but as a statement of fact."

"The only way you'll ever get laid is if you crawl up a chicken's ass and wait," Rodney said laughing.

"Shut up fucker! My dick is twice as big as yours and acting like a dick won't make yours any bigger. You can't even get it hard enough to stick it up my ass."

"Both of you shut the fuck up," Sebastian hissed.

"Ohh, boo hoo hoo. Go cry me a river," Rodney said mockingly.

Without even thinking, Alan punched Rodney in the arm really hard causing him to yelp in pain which caused a light echo through the tunnel. Then everything went silent as beams of flashlights started pointing in their direction.

"Shit. Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, we're fucked," Sebastian said wide eyed.

"Way to go Beavis," Alan said glaring at Rodney.

"Look who's talking. You're the one who punched me, you Butthead."

"We need to get out of here now," Sebastian said, walking towards the entrance.

"Wait," said Rodney heading deeper into the tunnel "Follow me."

"Rodney, what the hell are you doing? We need to run away from them, not towards them."

"Hang on," Alan said. "I think I know where he's going. Come on – hurry up."

Sebastian finally saw what they were talking about. There was a hidden drainage tube that branched off to the side. The three boys quickly crawled in on their knees until they were blocked by another metal grate. They tried to make themselves small and pressed tightly against the sides. They could hear the men talking in low voices as the flashlight beams were getting closer.

"What did you say you heard?" they heard a man saying.

"I don't know – it was like a … like a thump and a whimper, or something like that."

The flashlights were getting closer and closer.

"Maybe it's your stalker girlfriend trying to check up on your ass, making sure you're not screwing around with your other girlfriend," snickered the third guy.

"Yeah, the one you said was like her sister or something," chuckled the second guy.

"Fuck you guys."

The three boys held their breaths as they watched the beams of lights coming straight for their location. They were trapped. There was no way they were going to get out of this situation. Sebastian wondered what they were going to do with them once they got caught. He wasn't kidding himself. These guys were snipers who would find it inconvenient for three snotty boys to witness their clandestine operation. They wouldn't hesitate to kill all three of them on the spot.

He looked at his friends in the faint light and he could tell they were scared, even terrified. Then he noticed Rodney stiffen as something on the ground caught his attention. It was too dark to make out, but it looked like some kind of animal. As the beam of light was about to reveal their location, Rodney reacted in sheer terror, grabbed the animal and tossed it out through the opening causing the man to stumble back with a shriek.

They could hear the other men laughing. "Dude, it's just a racoon."

The startled man wasn't convinced as he stood up and dusted himself off. "That noise I heard didn't sound like a damned coon," he said walking towards the boys again.

"Hey, we're running behind schedule and we don't have time to be screwing around. Let's go!" the other man commanded in a forceful tone.

Alan found himself in the middle of a chant. "Please go away … please go away … please go away …" he whispered over and over again with his eyes closed.

The boys sat frozen for what seemed like forever before they gingerly stepped back into the larger main drainage with relief.

"Rodney, my man," Sebastian said proudly, "That was some quick thinking the way you tossed that racoon. That thing could've bitten your finger off. Man, you saved our asses dude," he said, giving him a pat on the back with a wide smile.

"Shit, I wasn't even planning on distracting them," Rodney admitted. "I don't even know what the fuck I was doing. I was about to piss my pants and when I felt something crawling next to me, I just panicked. I wanted to get that thing as far away from me as possible."

Alan looked on with jealousy at all the praise Rodney was getting. "Yeah, well, none of this would've happened if you hadn't cried out like a little bitch."

"Oh yeah? Well, I wouldn't have been your little bitch if you hadn't smacked my fucking arm."

"Hey, you started it. Besides, I barely touched you, you wimp."

"Shit. You call this barely touching me?" Rodney said pulling up his sleeve to reveal a red bruise."

"Oh, boo hoo hoo – go cry me a ri…"

"Alright, that's it," Sebastian said seething. "I've had it with you two. The next one of you who opens your mouth is gonna feel my shoe up your ass. Now get over here – both of you," he commanded pointing down. Alan and Rodney lowered their heads and dragged their feet to where Sebastian was pointing. "Now turn around and face each other. There's only one way I know to get you guys to kiss and make up."

Sebastian reached out and pushed them closer to each other. "Alan, give me you arm." Sebastian grabbed his arm and guided his hand down Rodney's pants and under his underwear.

"Rodney, give me you arm." Sebastian did the same thing and put Rodney's hand down Alan's pants.

"Now start fondling." Alan and Rodney looked at each other with sideways apologetic smiles.

"Oh yeah – there you go.

"Did you say kiss and make up?" Rodney asked.

"Yeah, that's exactly what he said," Alan said as he pulled Rodney's face, stuck his tongue in his mouth and started kissing him. They started making loud kissing sounds as they locked their sweet, rosy lips and sucked on each other's tongues.

"Now I can feel your firehose," Rodney said as he wrapped his fingers around his boner under his pants.

"I changed my mind. It's not a firehose anymore. It's a super soaker."

"Oooohhh … a super soaker," he cooed. "I like that. Let me pump it up for you," he said stroking his boner even harder.

"Hey, I'm sorry I punched you in the arm," Alan said sweetly. "You want me to kiss it and make it better?"

"Yeah, but it's not my arm I want you to kiss. How 'bout if you just suck my dick and we'll call it even."

"Don't have to ask me twice," Alan said in a heavy voice as he started unbuttoning Rodney's jeans.

That's when Sebastian stepped in. "Hey guys … guys! I didn't mean for this to go this far."

"Too late," Alan said as he bent down and slipped Rodney's boner into his mouth and started sucking and massaging it with his tongue.

Alan looked up at Rodney, "Dude, I think it's already hard enough to go up my ass. You wanna try it?"

"Okay," Rodney muttered with a wide smile as Alan pulled down his pants and underwear.

Sebastian stared longingly as Rodney pushed Alan down at the waist and maneuvered his boner into his bum hole. He felt the strongest urge to join in the action as Rodney started fucking him.

"Come and join us Sebby. I know you want to. Just for a little bit," Alan said invitingly.

Even though it was dark, Sebastian could still make out the shapes of their bodies. He walked over behind Rodney and cupped his naked butt with his hand. "It has been a long time, hasn't it?" he said grabbing and squeezing each butt cheek.

As much as he wanted to take this further, time was running out. "Okay, there. Come on, we need to get going," Sebastian insisted.

After getting dressed, they continued their journey deeper into the darkened tunnel.

"I finally got it in," Rodney boasted proudly.

"Way to go, Rambo," Alan said patting Rodney's butt.

***

Chapter 27
Just One of the Boys

Benji and Amelia crouched inside some thick perfectly manicured bushes outside and watched those same boys from the classroom being led towards the mansion by Cricket. The landscape was bathed by the twilight of the setting sun as some light posts started buzzing with energy to activate the light bulbs.

"Amelia, look … there's Riley," Benji exclaimed getting ready to try and catch his attention.

Amelia immediately slapped his hand away, "Benji, what the hell are you doing you idiot. You're gonna get us caught."

"But we have to stick together. What if somebody tries to hurt him or something happens to him and he needs our help?"

"Jeez Benji – look at him. Does he look like he needs our help right now?"

They saw how Riley was playfully interacting with the rest of the boys. He seemed excited, enthusiastic and full of energy as they all passed by.

"Well, we're gonna have to sneak in there and try to find him so we can look for Cal and get the hell out of here."

"Don't worry, we'll find him," Amelia said reassuringly. "All we have to do is find out where that party is going to be and we'll just sneak in and blend in."

"Okay. Well, come on. Let's go."

"Wait!" Amelia said, stopping him with her arm, "Something's happening."

Out in the distance they saw some headlights approaching in the semi-darkness. They watched with interest as a couple of limousines with tinted windows drove by on the cobblestone driveway. The vehicles stopped in front of the mansion reception canopy and several cute, tween boys with slicked hair stepped out to open the car doors.

The boys were decked out in buffed shiny black shoes with black dress pants and a black bowtie around their necks. Each wore a shiny, black faux leather captain's cap specially tailored for young boys. What made them look incredibly sexy was the fact that they were all shirtless. The boys dutifully reached in with their hands and allowed each of the men pouring out to be delicately assisted out of the vehicles. It didn't take long for all the men to feel their dicks swelling up from a glimpse of the boy's soft, golden skin with anticipation of more skin to come.

"Amelia, what the hell is going on here? What are all these men doing here and why are all those boys wearing fancy clothes with no shirt on? This doesn't make any sense."

"Wait … hold on – let me think," she said in deep thought. Amelia started reflecting on everything that's been happening for the past couple of days. Then she remembered all the boys in the classroom stripping themselves naked and … and then she gasped.

"Oh my god – Benji, I think I know what's going on. Everything is starting to make sense now," she said incredulously.

"What are you talking about?"

"Remember what Sebastian told us about why his father adopted him from here? He paid this orphanage a lot of money to inject him with something to keep him young just so he could use him as a sex toy. And look what just happened in that classroom when all those boys started stripping naked. Remember what that Cricket guy was saying about what to expect during the party when he had that cute red head boy strip naked for everyone?"

"Yeah, you're right. He even had Riley give that boy a blowjob. Lucky bastard," he mumbled.

"Benji," Amelia said with surprise. "I didn't know you liked boys too."

"Uhm … I don't want to talk about it. So, this ain't gonna be no birthday party, is it?"

"No, it's not. It's gonna be some kind of sex party and the reason all these men are here is to have sex with all those boys."

"So, I guess in a way it is going to be a birthday party – a birthday suit party, that is." Benji's eyes widened. "Amelia, I just thought of something. That's why Cal is here. That's why Mr. Kieffer took him from us. He must know about his thought thrower. He knows he can make the boys have sex with men even if they didn't want to."

"Benji, you're right. I bet Mr. Kieffer is charging these men a lot of money to have sex with the boys and he wants to use Cal to make even more money by forcing him to use his thought thrower on them."

"What happens if Cal doesn't want to cooperate? What'll they do to him?" Benji asked ominously.

"We've gotta find him – fast."

"But how do we get in?"

Amelia looked around thoughtfully towards the mansion. "Well, it looks like this mansion has like a thousand doors. Some of them have got to be unlocked, but the trick would be getting inside without being seen."

"Yeah, good luck with that," Benji said staring at all the activity through the windows.

Then he heard Amelia gasp. "Benji – get down. Get down!" she hissed as a couple of men passed by, pulling on two laundry carts towards a large delivery truck.

"Amelia, look," Benji whispered pointing towards the building. "They pried those doors and left them open. There's our chance to get in. Let's hurry before those guys finish loading up those laundry carts.

Benji and Amelia cautiously peeked in through the opening and surveyed the room. "Yesss – nobody's here," Amelia whispered in triumph.

"Eww … it stinks in here," Benji said, holding his nose.

"Of course it stinks … this is the laundry room," she said, admiring the industrial sized washers and dryers.

"Amelia, look," Benji said pointing at some portable hanging racks.

"Yeah – and …?"

"Those are the same outfits that the boy greeters were wearing when those limos drove in."

"And where are you going with this?" Amelia asked not wanting to hear his answer.

"Well, didn't you notice when those men walked into the building, all those boys waited outside? That means they're waiting for more limos to drive in with some more men."

"Benji!" Amelia said exasperated. "What are you trying to say? Get to the point."

Benji picked up one of the black shiny caps and put it on his head. "We're gonna be one of those greeters."

"Whaaaaat? Are you insane? Hellooooo … are you forgetting I'm a girl? I can't go out there without a shirt."

"Oh, come on Amelia. You don't have any tits. You're not even budding yet. You'll still look like a boy."

Amelia covered her forehead with her hand and leaned her head back in frustration. "I had to ask. Why did I have to ask?" she moaned.

They quickly stripped to their underwear and changed into the black outfits. As they were walking rapidly through a hallway towards the front entrance, they were interrupted by a staff member.

"What are you boys doing over here? You're supposed to be waiting in the front with the others."

"Sorry mister. We had to go tinkle," Benji said apologetically as they continued walking.

When they got to the front entrance, they could see the boys pointing at another limo in the distance crossing past the security gates. While the boys were distracted, Benji and Amelia gingerly stepped outside and blended in with the others with a sigh of relief.

"Benji, I don't see Riley. I recognize some of the boys from the classroom, but where the hell is Riley? What do we do?"

"I don't know. He must be part of another group. Don't worry – we'll find him. Just start doing what the others are doing and act normal."

"That's easy for you to say," she muttered with embarrassment.

Amelia felt someone tapping her on the shoulder. "Hey, you guys were in the classroom earlier and then you just disappeared. Where'd you go?" Fonzie asked, addressing her and Benji.

Benji swallowed hard. "Oh, ahh – we … we had to step out to use the bathroom."

"Nice try dude. There's a bathroom in the classroom and the restrooms in the hallway are out of order. Try again," he insisted looking more and more suspicious.

"Well …" Benji said with another gulp.

Amelia stepped over next to Benji and put her arm around his shoulder. "Ehem … this is kind of embarrassing but we … we wanted some alone time together – just me and him with nobody watching because, well – you know, we're in love and the rest of the building was empty and we just couldn't help ourselves."

Amelia then turned to Benji and started giving him a wet passionate Frenching causing Benji's eyes to grow wider and wider. "Isn't that right Benji?" Amelia asked huskily.

"Whatever she said," Benji said swallowing while trying to catch his breath.

Fonzie gave them a devilish smile. "I am so happy for you. Ahh … the beauty of young love. I miss those days," he said softly looking up at the clouds.

Amelia looked confused. "But, you're still young. How could you miss …"

Fonzie put out his hand towards Benji. "My name's Alfonzo, but you can call me Fonzie."

"Hey Fonzie. My name's Benji," he said shaking his hand.

Amelia stepped up to shake his hand as well. "Hi Fonzie. I'm Ame…, er – my name's Mel … uh, Melvin."

"I know," Fonzie said holding on to her hand a little longer. "You have such delicate hands. I like that. Maybe later on we can go for a threesome."

"Okay, well – yeah. That would be great. Looking forward to it," Amelia gushed.

"Really?" Fonzie asked with surprise. "Alright, well – that's good. I'll catch you guys later." he said as the next limo started pulling up.

"Um, Amelia, what's a threesome," Benji whispered in her ear.

"I have no idea, but I hope it has something to do with food. I'm starving," she said, as the rest of the boys pushed over each other to open the doors.

They did their best to mimic the actions of the other boys as they seductively welcomed these newcomers who instantly got hard from these pristine and delicate boy toys. Amelia was feeling increasingly more embarrassed from walking around shirtless in front of all these boys and men. Luckily, her breasts were not developed enough to make anyone suspect her true gender.

Amelia happened to be standing next to one of the doors that opened up and saw a hand reaching out. She looked around nervously and before reaching out to grab it, she was gently pushed to the side by another boy.

"I've got this one," Fonzie said, grabbing the occupant's hand to escort him out of the vehicle. The person who stepped out was an eighteen-year-old boy who immediately stiffened as he leered at Fonzie's golden bare chest. Fonzie slowly looked up and both instinctively locked eyes with each other.

The teen seemed transfixed, mesmerized, almost in awe as if this was the first time seeing a shirtless boy in such a sexy outfit. Fonzie was smitten as he took in this boy's powerful sex appeal. His country boy style yellow-blonde hair flowed down silkily to his eyebrows, and those eyes – those light blue-grey eyes were melting his soul. Both continued holding hands as they continued ogling each other. Ever since Julius had introduced him to Charles and actually allowed him to have a good fuck with him, Fonzie had wanted more.

When they got a chance to do some more fucking in the classroom, Fonzie was almost certain Julius would not have approved. When he saw how this teen boy, whom he had never met, was looking at him, Fonzie felt a sense of excitement that he hadn't felt in a long time. This is when he started realizing that Julius simply didn't excite him anymore. Julius was simply getting too old for him.

"Hi," Fonzie said nervously.

"Hi," the teen said shyly averting his eyes. Fonzie gave him an expectant look. "Oh, sorry – I'm Phil, um … Phillip – I mean … just call me Phil," he stammered nervously.

Fonzie noticed a bulge growing under his shorts and almost burst out laughing at how nervous he looked. He pulled Phillip's hand and guided it towards his bare chest. The teen looked nervous and after a brief hesitation, Fonzie had the boy rubbing his nipples up and down with the back of his fingers. "Hi Phil. My name's Fonzie," he said with the sexiest smile.

Phillip swallowed hard and let out a soft moan as he started massaging the other nipple. Fonzie noticed how he struggled to contain himself with a slight tremble and wondered why he acted so withdrawn. "Mmm … you're so soft," he moaned softly with his eyes closed.

"Thank you," Fonzie said sincerely. "Hey – would you like me to be with you for tonight?"

"Really?" Phillips said with nervous excitement. "You mean like – to … (Gulp) … to have sex? Like real sex? With … with you?"

"That's the idea," Fonzie said a bit amused and quite aroused by his growing shyness. Fonzie was becoming even more attracted to this young handsome twink. He regarded this teen and wondered why someone his age was acting as if he was afraid of sex.

Phillip was frozen in place. He was incredulous at the seductive powers of this young sexy little boy offering to have actual sex with him. What Fonzie didn't realize was that Phillip was, in fact, nervous about sex.

An older man stepped out of the limo and gently guided Phillip away from Fonzie and towards the doors. "Come on son, there'll be plenty to go around."

Phillip turned around to look at Fonzie over his shoulder as they walked away. "Bryan, I want him. I want that boy. I really, really want that boy right there. Can I?"

The man looked at his stepson with admiration, feeling that he was finally coming out of his shell. "Of course Phillip – of course. You can have any boy you want. Wait here and let me see what I can do," the man said, heading towards one of the Monitors standing nearby. Fonzie watched with trepidation from a distance as the older man and the Monitor were having a discussion while he pointed directly at him. The Monitor started shaking his head knowing full well that his boss, Mr. Kieffer, would never allow it. Phillip just stared at Fonzie with the strongest of desires. Fonzie decided he would find a way.

***

Chapter 28
Introductions

The last of the men exited the elevators on the First Basement Floor and joined the rest of the men seated on the comfortable cushioned seats arranged in a sunken circular theatre seat pattern around a circular stage with a wide walkway leading to a backstage. The men were of different nationalities of various ages ranging from eighteen to forty-nine. They were all dressed casually with slack shorts and polo shirts.

Phillip sat stoically next to Bryan, his stepfather. Bryan was a wealthy American oil tycoon who had been caught by his wife molesting her son Phillip when he was thirteen. This resulted in a very expensive divorce. His soon to be ex-wife had him by the balls and demanded a hefty monetary settlement in exchange for not having his ass thrown in prison for the rest of his life.

Phillip's mom had suspected that he was the one who had become smitten with his stepfather and had invited him to be part of his sexual awakening. This resulted in a secret mutual sexual relationship – that is until they were caught naked in bed together in the boy's bedroom by his mom who had unexpectedly come home from work early one Saturday morning.

After Bryan had moved out, the rest of Phillip's teen years were a living hell for him. His mom kept him on a very tight leash and didn't allow him to have many friends. He was always bombarded by religious condemnation and forced to memorize bible quotes against homosexuality. His mom regularly searched his room thoroughly for any pornographic or inappropriate material and he was closely watched whenever he had any classmates at the house.

One day she caught him holding hands with another boy behind the shed and she immediately enrolled him in a strict private Catholic school where any type of public nudity was strictly forbidden and any notions of sexual thoughts were dispelled in the strongest of terms with threats that God was watching and would punish him with eternal damnation in the burning pits of hell.

He felt like he was being smothered. As he got older, he begged his mom to let him live with his stepfather. But, of course, that was out of the question. Phillip knew he was gay and grew increasingly frustrated from the growing desires to satisfy his growing sexual needs. He couldn't even jerk off in his room because he wasn't allowed to close his door at night and he had to leave the restroom door unlocked whenever he was in there.

So, on the night before his eighteenth birthday, he collected only his most personal possessions and waited in his room. A minute before midnight, he stomped loudly down the stairs and waited for his mom to come down to see what was going on. He worked up the courage to glare at her and stare her down, something he had never dared to do his entire life.

He looked at his wristwatch and loudly counted down the seconds. His mom had demanded that he go back to his room which made him scream out the minutes even louder. As soon as it hit midnight, he opened the front door and walked out feeling awash with an unimaginable sense of freedom and jubilation. He had finally pried open the talons of that fucking bitch and was finally free of her abusive control. Now she couldn't stop him from going to live with his stepfather.

That abusive control had a price for him as he had to cope with the psychological effects of his isolated teen years. Bryan had welcomed his stepson with open arms and had given him the freedom to decide if he wanted to continue their sexual relationship. Phillip decided to give it a try. But after their first intimate night together, Phillip had ended up sitting on the floor in the corner hugging his legs and crying softly.

Because of his mom's abusive control over every aspect of his growing years, he was deprived of the ability to fulfill the mental, emotional, and physical desires that his sexual development demanded of him as it did with any normal teenager. His sexual encounter with his stepfather when he was thirteen had been the last time he had been sexual with anyone. He was just a child, and his mother was the adult who had total control over him. And now Phillip had a psychological sexual aversion to anyone older than him, including his stepfather.

But Bryan soon noticed the way Phillip had reacted the first time he had family and friends with their children over for a swimming party in their back yard. Phillip couldn't keep his eyes off the children's wet skimpy swimming suits and their golden bodies. He seemed smitten, enthralled, almost hypnotized and definitely fully aroused. His shorts were tenting so much that he had Phillip go upstairs and put on a jock strap to keep his throbbing boner under wraps. Bryan knew exactly what he needed to do to bring his stepson out of his shell.

This was the second time Bryan had attended one of these Pleasure Island Parties. The show hadn't even started yet and Phillip was already getting increasingly restless with anticipation of not only seeing young naked boys for the very first time, but – gasp – actually feeling their nakedness with his own hands.

The lights started dimming to total darkness and the chatter started dying down. The show was about to begin. There was a moment of total silence as everyone settled in their seats. At the arch of the walkway, a bluish glow grew out of the darkness revealing a blanket of fog cascading downward and spreading outward on the dark stage floor. Against the blue backdrop, a lone silhouette appeared behind the foggy curtain. The figure appeared to be a naked girl with long hair.

The men in the audience looked at each other wondering what was going on. The figure started walking out of the fog towards a small podium, but it was still too dark to make out any features of this young girl. Then a spotlight turned on from above bathing the mysterious figure in a soft light – and everyone gasped.

Standing before a transparent podium stood a young 12-year-old boy with long, wavy black hair flowing halfway down his back. The boy was a native of Hawaii and had a perfectly tanned body. Other than a lei hanging around his neck, the boy was wearing nothing more than a red micro triangle sexy bikini with a lowcut design so low that you could see the base of his penis.

The boy stared at his captivated audience with confidence, raised his hands in the air and rotated his body around. The back side of his bikini hugged his butt so tight that his butt cheeks swelled out so deliciously. The crowd went from a look of silent awe to a chorus of cheers and catcalls.

The boy tapped the microphone to quiet everyone down, cleared his throat, pushed his hair sensuously over his shoulder and recited his poem from memory.

"Welcome dear guests. I hope you are well

Ready for show and tell?

Young naked boys are why you've come

Ready to have some fun?"

The boy pulled down his bikini to show his little-big boner.

"Got some hard candy for you to suck

Are you ready to fffuck?

We'll curl your toes until you blow

Ready to squirt your load?"

The long-haired Hawaiian boy pulled down his bikini all the way and kicked it into the screaming crowd. He stood there naked, with his hands on his hips, shifting his weight from one leg to another. The men started clapping and cheering and whooping loudly as the boy walked along the curved edge of the stage allowing all the men to lust over his hot naked body. Then he swaggered back to the podium.

"Gentlemen, you may be hard-pressed to join the action

So, here's a little intro to sweeten the attraction."

The spotlight dimmed and fog started cascading from the ceiling once again. A spotlight appeared from behind the fog casting a silhouette of a boy inside the mist dancing to the beat of a catchy Salsa style music blaring through surround speakers. After a few beats, the boy danced his way out of the fog. He was ten years old with puffy hair that was sexily messed up. He was wearing white socks with no shoes, jean shorts that went down to his knees and a light blue plain shirt. Still dancing to the music, the boy slowly started peeling off his shirt and threw it to the crowd.

The boy's expressions were sultry and passionate as he brushed the side of his body with his hands while doing sexy poses. The boy started unbuttoning his jeans as he jerked his head from side to side causing his hair to bounce wildly back and forth. He started pulling down his jeans and kicked them to the side revealing some sexy tight red underwear briefs with black stripes. He turned his back to the audience and started swaying his hips expertly like a belly dancer, bending down to highlight his butt while teasingly playing with the waistband. The look on the boy's face was lustrous, dazzling, erotically inviting, running his fingers down his face and sucking one of his fingers.

He pulled the front of his underwear slightly down and turned around to show the captivated audience his vertical uncut boner and nut sack poking out of the garment. The boy raised his hands in the air as he shook his hips causing his penis to jiggle from side to side. He turned around and gave himself a wedgie, squatting up and down to highlight his butt cheeks to the men below.

The men started howling with delight and anticipation as the boy started peeling off his underwear. His body was the perfect embodiment of a boylover's dream. His dancing moves were perfectly synced to the beat of the music as he swiveled his hips from side to side, brushing his hands down his naked body down to his boner, turning around to squeeze his butt cheeks while doing some more squats.

The level of eroticism that this boy was displaying was orgasmic and would rival the most experienced strip dancers. The dance instructor who had coached and choreographed the boy's moves looked on from the sides with great pride. He had enjoyed instructing this most promiscuous boy immensely and running him through several stripping rehearsals. Sometimes the boy would run through the striptease without his boner so the instructor would remedy the situation by giving the boy a full-service tongue lashing which caused immeasurable arousals for the boy as well as the instructor. Problem solved.

As the music started fading away, the boy wiped the sweat from his forehead and walked to the transparent podium. He was close enough to the microphone to let the audience listen to his hard breathing from the exertion. Then he started squeezing his hard cock and rubbing on his silky nut sack as he mixed in some high-pitched sexy groans of arousal. "Mmmm – Uhh … Uhhhh … Hooo yeeaahh. I'd like to welcome all of you to Pleasure Island – a naked boys heaven to fulfill your wildest dreams." His voice was boyishly soft and melodious with a British accent invoking even more arousals.

"So, how did you like my performance?" he asked with a throaty voice.

The room exploded with cheers and howls of approval with shouts of 'Encore … Encore …'

"I'm glad you approve," he said with a sexy smirk. "Are you ready to get laid?"

"Yesssss!" everyone shouted staring at his hard boner. At that moment, a curtain of fog descended down from the back of the stage as several young preteen boys in similar string bikinis broke through and spread themselves out among the men. They offered multi-colored leis to the seated men and placed them around their necks while many of the men cupped their hands around their little butts.

Phillip swallowed hard as he watched all these almost naked boys wandering around him. He looked around trying to look for that Fonzie boy he had met earlier. There he was. He watched nervously as Fonzie made a beeline towards him with a wide sexy smile. He stood in front of him and slowly leaned down to place a yellow lei around his neck. He placed his lips next to Phillip's ear and whispered, "You can fuck me if you want?"

Phillips swallowed nervously again as he stared at Fonzie's boner pushing out against his tiny bikini so much it was showing part of his penis. He shrugged his shoulders, not knowing how to respond to these intoxicating, almost paralyzing waves of sexual urges overwhelming his body. He felt like he was looking through a tunnel as Fonzie took his hand and placed it over his hard cock. Phillip immediately pulled it away as he struggled with these overpowering emotions.

"I ahh … I'm sorry – it's just that I've … I haven't had that much … what I mean is I … (Gulp) I'm just n-nervous," he stammered.

***

Meanwhile, Benji and Amelia were peeking around the edge of one of the corridors watching as the men were peeling off the bikinis of most of the boys, licking and slurping their tongues around their little cocks while fondling their silky nut sacks or caressing their little round butts. Benji and Amelia were supposed to be part of that group of boys but were able to sneak away just in time.

"There he is. There's Riley," Benji hissed excitedly.

"Where? I don't see him."

"Right there at the end. See that guy with the curly hair? He has Riley kneeling on his lap while he sucks his dick."

"Oh yeah … I see him," Amelia snickered. "He looks like he's enjoying all this." Amelia watched with growing arousals as all these boys were being stripped naked and doing all sorts of nasty things.

"Yeah, but how do we get his attention?"

There were some Monitors around the area making sure none of these boys were being harmed by these men or trying to penetrate them. That would come later with the older boys.

One of the Monitors went up to the microphone. "Gentlemen, may I have your attention please. If you will follow me, I'll direct you all to our private swimming pool area where you can indulge in a more immersive experience."

"Benji, we need to hide," Amelia hissed as everyone started getting up.

They both started tiptoeing through the corridor and as they were turning a corner, they bumped into Cricket and Charles Collins.

"Hey, it's you two," Cricket said with surprise. "You boys walked out of the classroom and never returned. Where the hell did you go? And why aren't you wearing your bikinis?" he asked angrily.

"We ahh … we had to go the bathroom," Benji stammered.

"And … and then we got lost," added Amelia.

"Nice try. The bathrooms are in the same hallway as the classroom. What the hell's going on?"

"Cricket, just leave it," Charles said pulling Cricket back. "Let's just get these boys into their bikinis and to the pool before Mr. Kieffer sees them."

"Charles, by the time we get there, every single boy will have been stripped naked by the men. Forget the bikinis.

Amelia started panicking. "But … but …"

"Time to strip, boys. That's what you're here for. Move it. Let's go. Now!" Cricket commanded.

Amelia and Benji were led to the side of the pool where all the other boys were being fondled or frolicking around wet and naked. Amelia's eyes kept dashing from side to side nervously. Benji was the first to slowly start removing his clothing. Amelia was more reluctant. Noticing her discomfort, Cricket addressed her in a more comforting tone.

"Hey, come on Melvin. It's not that bad. You knew this was gonna happen right? Here, let me help you with that." Amelia tried to pull back when Cricket started unbuttoning her jeans. "Hey, there are no backies here. You have to do this okay? It's just us boys and men here so there's nothing to be ashamed of. Everything's gonna be okay," he said soothingly while pulling her jeans off. By this time, Benji had stripped naked and was standing there nervously covering himself with his hands.

Amelia stood mortified wearing only the white underwear Riley had loaned her. Charles started wondering why there was no bulge over his penis. Amelia noticed him staring at her with suspicion as he pushed Cricket aside.

"Here, let me get that." Charles knelt down and placed his hands on Amelia's hips getting ready to pull off the underwear. Ever since he first saw Melvin in the classroom, there was something about this boy that just didn't seem right. Although he was attracted to naked boys, the thought of seeing a naked little girl excited him to some degree if what he suspected was true.

Amelia started trembling at the horror of just seconds away from being exposed as a girl in front of all these naked boys and men. She felt like she wanted to die. Charles hooked his fingers on the underwear and started pulling down. This was it. The moment of truth. Everyone would start laughing and pointing and she would be humiliated beyond words. As Charles was about to reveal her bald pussy, a wet and naked Julian came out of nowhere and pushed Amelia into the pool and jumped in after her.

"Way to go Riley," Benji breathed with a sigh of relief as he also jumped in the water.

***

As everyone meandered towards the pool, Fonzie grabbed Phillip's hand and held him back so that they would be the last ones to leave. Making sure no one was looking, he pulled Phillip around the corner and into an empty game room locking the door behind him. Phillip stood motionless as Fonzie pulled down the back of his bikini exposing his butt cheeks and looked over his shoulder giving Phillip a seductive stare.

Fonzie pulled his bikini all the way off and started walking towards the pool table. Phillip was almost trembling from sexual anxiety as he stared at Fonzie's perfectly round sexy ass and how it shifted as he walked. He walked around the pool table and back towards Phillip. He became delirious from the overpowering sexual desires that he didn't know what to do with. He couldn't keep his eyes off his vertical boner and the way it shifted from side to side as this boy-god came closer and closer.

"Oh my god," he whispered to himself. He had never seen such a wonderous thing in his life. He had never had any kind of sexual contact with any boys, much less someone as beautiful as this, something that went way beyond his wildest dreams, better than any wet dream he had ever had. Despite his growing desires, he still felt shy, timid, jittery, and very nervous.

Fonzie noticed this right away. This was an unexpected, but welcome turn of events. Unlike his sexual sessions with Julius, he was comforted by the fact that for the first time, he would be the one taking the lead. He would be the one giving the directions and deciding how this sexual encounter would unfold and with whom. Although he had enjoyed fucking around with Charles, this was the first time being alone with someone other than Julius – and much, much younger.

Fonzie pressed his naked body against Phillip and looked up at him. "You know, this works a lot better if you are naked like me, don't you think." Fo nzie attempted to unbuckle Phillip's khaki shorts and then felt him pull away. "What is the matter Phillip? Don't you wanna have sex with me? Isn't that why you wanted me to spend the night with you?" Phillip opened his mouth, but nothing came out.

Fonzie stared at him with confusion. "I don't understand. I can tell you are horny, but you look scared. Maybe I should just put my bikini back on and go with the others."

"Wait – please don't leave," Phillip whispered with a tremble. "I'm sorry. It's just that I … I don't know what to do. I've never done this with a boy your age. In fact, I've hardly done this at all and I'm really nervous right now. I feel so embarrassed about the way I'm …"

Fonzie interrupted him by pressing himself against Phillip and started kissing him passionately. Phillip immediately gave in to those soft rosy lips, gliding his hands down to grab his butt while Fonzie started undressing him. Both standing naked, Fonzie looked up into Phillips eyes. "It's okay. Non si preoccupi. I will do all the work and you just follow, yes?"

Phillip was mesmerized by Fonzie's adorable Italian accent as he was guided to a large bean bag next to the counter. "Sit there," he instructed. "Now just relax, okay?"

Phillip felt like he was about to pass out as Fonzie turned around and gently sat on Phillip's stomach. Fonzie positioned his nut sack over Phillip's cut boner and pressed his legs together. Then he leaned back and snuggled against him, allowing Phillip an unobstructive view of his golden naked body. Phillip felt his heart beating faster, felt himself breathing harder and harder. He felt like he was having an anxiety attack.

"Hey, hey … shhhhh – relax my friend. Close you eyes. Just close your eyes," Fonzie whispered soothingly as he caressed one of Phillip's ears. "Pay attention to all your feelings. Separate all the good feelings from all the bad feelings and just push them away. Now, do you want me to lead you?" Phillips took a deep breath and nodded his head. "Okay, listen to my voice and do as I say. Put one hand on my testicles and the other around my hard penis and start massaging them. Good. Oh yeah, very good. Okay now, describe how you are feeling?"

"Ohhhh my god, Fonzie. I can't believe this is actually happening. This moment, right here, right now, is more powerful than all the years I've been waiting for someone like you. I've been waiting sooo looong. I love the way your hard cock feels in my hand and … your balls feel so silky, your body feels so smooth. It's like … like – I can't even describe it. Ever since my stepdad told me about this place, I had all these fantasies, all these visions of how it was going to feel having sex with a young boy for the first time. I never would have imagined it would feel this good."

"You are such a handsome man Phillip," he said pressing his cheek against his. "I will do whatever dirty thing you ask. Think of the most sinful erotic thing and we will do it together. You want to suck my cock? Lick my balls? You want to fuck me? What would you like us to do?"

"I don't know. I mean – this is all new to me. I'd be satisfied just sitting here like this playing with your cock all night. I have a feeling you know how to inflame my desires a lot better than I can. So, I'll leave it all up to you Fonzie. What's the most sinful erotic thing we can do with each other?"

"Well, now that you ask, we can start with the 69 position."

"The 69? Um, how does that work?"

"It's where I suck your dick and you suck mine at the same time." Fonzie pulled himself up, turned around into the 69 position and hovered his boner over Phillip's face. Phillip felt like he was going to blow his load from this closeup view of such an erotic looking boy cock. "Just do to me whatever I'm doing to you so you will learn.

"Hey Fonzie, this is probably a stupid question but, am I supposed to be the six … or the nine?" Fonzie rewarded him with the cutest burst of laughter.

Phillip was in a euphoric high as he felt the boy expertly sucking on his cock while his pink butt hole was right in his face. Guided by the experience, Phillip started to mimic the oral stimulations he was getting from Fonzie and took his young cock into his mouth. He felt Fonzie pressing his lips over his hardness as his head bobbed up and down. Phillip started doing the same, allowing his tongue to do some more probing of his hairless cock, marinating the tip with his tongue, sucking and slurping as he fondled his nut sack.

He was now completely relaxed, feeling totally immersed as he merged himself with this hot as fuck naked and willing horny little boy. He took notice of all the erotic feelings going through his body, the sounds of ecstasy in the boy's mewling and moaning, the intoxicating smells between his legs, the eye-popping view of his balls bouncing on his face.

This was indeed the Pleasure Island he had been promised … that is until an angry Julius Kieffer barged in.

***

To Be Continued