Introduction

"Now listen to me boys, this is going to be the hardest thing you have ever done. You are going to see your dad and me beaten and tortured. You need to act as though you don't care. Don't let it upset you, try to go somewhere else in your mind. I know this is asking a lot and will be hard for you to do."

"It is very possible we will be forced to watch you being raped and hurt by these men. We must pretend we don't care. The more we react, the more they will keep doing it to control us. If they ask you questions, tell them whatever they want to know. If you get a chance to escape – go. Don't stop to help anyone else, just run away as fast and as far as you can."

"I am so sorry this is going to happen. If we could do anything to prevent it, we would. We cannot give them what they want, but they are not going to believe us. Remember, we love you."

One month earlier…

Chapter 1
The Morning After

I woke up with a start when a hand hit me in the face. It took me a moment to remember. My son, David, had been rescued and returned from military school where he had stuck his nose into a notorious Chicago child sex ring. It had been a narrow escape. If one of my former commando mates had not intervened, he might have been sucking a fat salami in a middle-eastern brothel this morning. Fortunately, his half-brother Jason was still in school and doing well.

Carefully removing the hand from my face, I pulled the sleeping boy into my arms and let the covers puddle around his waist. It was good to have him home. I had missed him. Sending the boys away to school was the right thing to do, but not necessarily what I wanted to do.

Moving the company here to the Blue Ridge Mountains was required to work more closely with the military at Fort Bragg on a new computerized procurement system. The mountains are beautiful, but it is easy to feel isolated here. Sure, soldiers are assigned to protect the compound and some of them are incredibly attractive. Mixing work with pleasure is a dangerous business, and I am their supervisor if not their direct commander. Watching their young athletic bodies is an itch that can never be scratched.

I let my hand stroke David's smooth muscular chest and play with his nipple. He squirmed a little in his sleep and snuggled closer. Cuddling on his other side was a cute little shaggy haired boy. The little blondie had also been swept up in the sex ring and was being trained as a sex slave to be sold to the highest bidder. I suppose, technically, I had bought him, although that had not been my original intent. I sighed. Now I had to figure out what to do with him. It is not like I could just return him, as if he were a malfunctioning appliance.

If someone had told me a few years ago that I could be attracted to young boys, I would have answered them with my fist. Ever since David, the son I never knew I had, and his half-brother came to live with me, they had wormed their way into my heart and into my bed. Now I look at David and see how incredibly beautiful he is and how lucky I am to have him.

Working my hand down under the covers, I traced his morning wood with my fingertips. As I teased it, I felt it pulse, pumping up even harder. Stretching out his long lean body, he unconsciously opened his legs wider. Cupping his scrotum and holding his tight warm balls in my hand, I marveled that I had made this raven-haired beauty. My body reacted the way it always did when I touched my son.

ooo

I did not want to move from the warm arms that held me and the hand playing between my legs. I was home, safe, with the man I loved most in all the world. Some wonder how I could be attracted to my own father. I wonder, why wouldn't I be? He is the father I never had growing up and I just want to be close to him. I will never be closer than when he is inside of me.

I smiled to myself and stretched again when the hand gently stroked my predictable morning hard-on. Without opening my eyes, I rolled onto my side and fumbled with the covers until I found what I was looking for. Sliding his cock into my mouth, I sucked on it until it hit the back of my throat and made me gag a little. Pulling on my dad's balls, I backed off his cock until I could swirl the tip of it with my tongue. He reacted to my oral attention with a breathy gasp.

Purposely raising myself up with my hand pressing into his hard stomach, I vigorously pumped his cock in and out of my mouth. I felt him tighten his stomach muscles under me and his butt clenched as he thrust his cock up into my mouth. Gripping his balls and cock together in my other hand, I pulled on them as I deep throated as much of him as I could. He made pleasure sounds in the back of his throat.

I let him fuck my mouth for a while, as he worked himself up to an orgasm. My own cock was threatening to spew at any moment as I rubbed it along his leg. Edging him, I was careful to not push too hard. I did not want him to cum yet. When his cock seemed to swell up in my mouth, I released it and crawled away to the foot of the bed and lay down on my stomach with my legs spread. A blatant 'come and get it' invitation.

I heard him get out from under the covers and crawl after me. I did not look back, but I could feel his body over mine and then his cock rubbed along my butt. A slippery finger stretched my sphincter and now it was my turn to make pleasure noises in the back of my throat. The finger plunged in and out for a few minutes while he loosened me up for a much bigger penetration.

When the time came for the first big push of his cock into my body, I turned my head to look back at him. Two big eyes below a mop of blond shaggy hair looked back at me. My fellow sex slave was awake and watching. The sensations in my ass hit me and I groaned aloud. The little boy opened his mouth in a silent 'oh.' Dad started to pump into me, and I was kept busy with what was going on behind me and wondering what the boy was thinking as he watched.

I held my hand out to the pint-sized boy, and when he took it, I pulled him to me. He fought me a little, but I managed to get his little cock within range of my mouth. Licking it and his balls, I worked at getting both in my mouth where I could explore them with my tongue. He continued to look unsure, even as the rest of his body reacted to my mouth and hands.

ooo

While I was busy prepping my entry into David, the little boy woke up. He was young – too young. Since David came to me in his teens, I had never touched a boy that young, and I was not sure I wanted to. He was cute though, with his big brown eyes and smooth little body. His cock was so small, it would be like sucking on my little finger.

When I pushed into David, he was busy sucking on that little finger and the balls that went with it. The boy stared at my cock as it disappeared into David's ass. I could not decide if his watching me was a turn on or an intimidation. When his eyes met mine, I smiled at him encouragingly.

My attention returned to David's tight ass, as he squeezed my cock, almost making me spill. Pulling him with me, I got behind him on his side so I could leisurely fuck him without cumming too quickly. The movement pulled David away, and left the naked boy lying completely exposed with his little hard-on sticking up. Without David's head covering him up, I could now see all of the boy's body. Trying not to stare while drinking up the sight of all of his little boy parts, I continued to stroke in and out of my handsome teenage son.

David played with the boy, running his fingers along his cock, balls and down between his legs. He wet his finger in his mouth and pushed his hand between the boy's legs. The boy flinched, and I guessed the finger had found his pleasure button, otherwise known as an anus.

Still fucking him slowly, I stroked David's cock which mesmerized the boy. He stared and wet his lips as he watched David's cock bounce and stretch. Who could blame him, a teenage cock is a beautiful sight and I made sure he could see everything I was doing to it.

While I was playing with David, he was in turn posing the boy so that we could see more of his little butt. Twisting his body, he pushed his legs to the side until he could run his finger down the little butt crack and massage the sensitive pucker of his sphincter.

Watching the boy's reactions to the finger probing his ass was going to top me off soon. I stroked David faster, hoping to bring him with me. He upped the ante by pulling the boy closer and began rimming and tongue fucking him. I stopped moving, hoping to delay the inevitable while I watched the two boys together. Squirming, the boy lay back and spread his legs letting David's tongue go deeper. Just watching was making my cock twitch and I could feel David's do the same in my hand.

When his tongue had thoroughly lubricated the entrance, David began to finger fuck him. With his other hand, he pulled on the hard little cock trying to build the boy to an orgasm. I resumed doing the same to David as I began to feel the pressure build in my own cock and balls. David was first to cum, squirting several times in my hand and over everything else within range. The only hint of the boy's orgasm was his jerky humping of David's hand and then his body shaking with muscle contractions before going completely limp. When the boy relaxed, David eased his finger out of the tiny ass. Last, but not least, watching the boys brought my release deep inside the hot vise of David's ass.

ooo

Banishing the boys to a shower in one of the other bedrooms to get cleaned up, it was time to get myself ready to face the day.

"Buster, please announce a stand-up for all personnel at eight hundred hours on the patio," I said to the empty room as I began to dress after my quick shower.

"Yes David, right away," a voice responded. "May I say how nice it is to see you interacting socially again. It has been too long."

"Spying on us, were you?" I responded while pulling on some comfortable business casual clothes.

"Just observing, as you taught me to do," the voice said.

"I suppose I did."

BUSTER (Better US Transaction Entry and Review) is the supercomputer AI that runs the new military procurement system my software development team created. I keep a voice interface to the system active so I can communicate with him at any time. The voice interface is not really required for the system to work, but I find it convenient when I am not in front of a keyboard. It is also a big selling point when trying to impress the brass. Buster is a heuristic AI; he learns over time. He has been running continuously for a couple of years now and we don't really know just how far he will be able evolve on his own. Much of his processing power is used to identify and counter cyber-attacks and fraud. With billions flowing through the military procurement system, it is a prime target for every hacker and scam artist in the world. An entire team of MPI (Military Police Investigators) are dedicated to tracking down potential criminals identified by the system. Even with all of that going on, Buster manages the house and acts as my assistant in his spare time. Pretty impressive for a two-year-old.

"I observed that young David has returned. I took the liberty of creating a list of in-person and remote education sources for you to consider," Buster added.

"What specifications did you use," I questioned the AI.

"Young David's previous profile is still available. I cross-referenced his previous education records with available in-person facilities within a two-hour radius and remote education within North Carolina. Would you like to change the specifications?"

"No, you did good. Did you do the same for the boy?" I asked, descending the stairs to check on breakfast.

"I am sorry. If you are referring to young David's guest, I do not have any specifications for him."

"Of course. I will get you some later today. Thank you."

One of the ironies of interacting with an AI, is how to end the interaction gracefully. Activating the interface by saying its name is straightforward, but how to end it is not so obvious. We finally decided that thanking the computer was the most natural way to end an interaction. Without a trigger, the AI would continue to respond to everything said in the room and that gets confusing and annoying very quickly.

"Good morning private," I greeted the solider on KP duty in the kitchen today. "Is everything ready?"

"Yes sir," the young man answered. "Breakfast is setup on the patio as requested, sir."

Fort Bragg is the one of the largest military installations in the world. Over 50,000 personnel work out of the base at any given time. They shuttle a half-dozen or so personnel to and from the compound once a week by helicopter. The soldiers are assigned guard duty, but for a little extra money, they also take care of chores like cooking and cleaning in their off-duty hours.

I prefer to handle security with electronic surveillance instead of personnel. The military insisted during the startup and until a proven electronic surveillance system is installed and tested, having soldiers on-site was non-negotiable. While I may not get a choice about staffing, I insist on keeping it informal. As few 'sirs' and 'saluting' as possible.

"Listen up everyone," I announced after getting my morning coffee and a plate of food from the buffet. "Continue with your breakfast, but there are a few changes we need to discuss. The first change is my son and a guest have returned from boarding school and will be staying indefinitely. I would be obliged if you didn't shoot them."

There was a chuckle from the group. Most mornings I hold a so-called stand-up meeting, although we don't actually stand, with whatever personnel is onsite at the time. The idea of a stand-up meeting is that if you keep everyone standing, the meeting does not last long. I use the intent without the actual discomfort.

"Can someone give me an update on the electronic surveillance installation and testing," I continued.

"Sir, the electronics are installed, but the system still can't tell the difference between a deer and a man. We have tested it multiple times and a clever intruder can fool the system every time," the lead tech reported.

Security in the mountain wilderness has proven to be much more difficult than an urban environment. The number and variety of animals in the area created so many false positives that image, motion and listening devices are rendered virtually useless.

"Do you have any suggestions?" I queried. I had some ideas of my own, but I always liked to challenge the staff.

"Well, sir, Junior has learned to ignore the animals and only react to a real intruder correctly 100% of the time," the tech said, counting the suggestions off on his fingers. "Second, you could fence the compound which should significantly reduce the number of false positives. Also, we have considered linking the surveillance system to BUSTER. We think his increased imaging and analytical processing would be able to identify threats correctly."

"Thank you. It is gratifying to know that my pet Great Dane can outperform our most sophisticated military grade security system," I commented humorously. "I will take your suggestions under advisement."

David and the boy had quietly attacked the breakfast buffet table during the report and were trying to fill their plates unnoticed. My son insisted on calling him 'boy,' but I had weaseled out of him that the little guy's real name was Liam. David had found some old clothes for Liam, left behind by his brother Jason, who was still off attending military school like David was supposed to be doing. The clothes were too big for him, but the kid was cute enough he could pull it off.

"Gentlemen, I would like for you to meet my son David and our guest Liam," I announced, motioning to the two boys.

"Hello," David said, turning to the group and giving a two-fingered wave of his hand.

Liam hid behind David, trying to be invisible. The shy boy had already experienced a lot of new things and facing a patio full of adult soldiers was just too much. Like seeing a puppy in the pet store window, the group voiced a collective appreciative 'Aww' as Liam cowered, using David as a body shield.

"Hey guy, you don't need to be afraid of us," one of the older soldiers said, approaching and getting down on one knee. "I have a son just a little older than you are."

Liam peeked out from behind David's legs. According to the name tag and insignia, the soldier trying to coax Liam out of hiding was Corporal Thomas. He is the most strikingly beautiful man I have ever seen! There is a difference between a handsome man and a beautiful one. A man can be handsome, but still have many physical flaws. A beautiful man is perfect. Perfect skin, perfect shape, perfect hair. I finally remembered to close my mouth.

"Why don't you boys come and sit with me," he coaxed in a soothing baritone voice. "There is plenty of room at my table."

The lucky boys trailed after the corporal as I tried to refocus my attention back to the meeting. The soldiers TDA (temporary duty assignments) are staggered, so there are always personnel coming and going. I noticed one of the new assigned staff was not the usual testosterone filled twenty something macho male.

"Excuse me, Private Tillman is it?" I asked, squinting at the name tag on her cammie fatigues. "Where are you billeted?"

"Sir, I am staying in the bunkhouse, sir," the young female responded.

I had not noticed her right away because she kept her hair cut close on the sides and longer on the top, just like several of the men. She was also quite muscular with broad shoulders. So, while her face was pretty, from a distance, her profile was indistinguishable from the other men.

"Um, that may be a bit intimidating," I suggested.

"Oh, I'm used to being one of the boys, sir," she said. "I have four brothers at home."

"God help them," an anonymous voice said from somewhere in the back of the group.

"I wasn't thinking of you, private," I said, bringing the attention of the group back to me before more comments could be made.

The men in the group laughed a bit nervously. The private in question laughed loudly.

"Yes sir, they are afraid I will see their wittle willies," she said teasingly. "They don't have anything I haven't seen before."

"There is a mother-in-law apartment over the garage," I hinted. "You are welcome to use it for the duration of your duty assignment." To the rest of the group I announced, "If there are no other issues, you are dismissed."

"Sir, could I speak with you privately for a moment?"

It was the beautiful corporal who had taken an interest in Liam.

"What can I do for you?" I asked.

"Sir, I hate to bother you with this, but I am not sure who else to speak with," he apologized, pulling me away from the rest of the group so we would not be overheard.

"What is it corporal?" I questioned. "If I am not the right person to ask, I can probably direct you."

"It's my kids, sir," he said hesitantly. "I am assigned here for two weeks, but my wife left me unexpectedly and my two boys are home alone. They are good boys and I trust them to be on their own for a little while, but two weeks is a long time. I thought maybe I could get excused from duty, just until I can make other arrangements for them."

"I understand," I sympathized. "I am sure they are upset and confused about your wife leaving. They need to be with their father. I am afraid I don't have the authority to change your duty assignment but why don't you bring them here? They can stay in the lodge with my boys."

"Oh no sir, I couldn't possibly presume," he stammered. "I know how important your work is and I wouldn't want them to be in the way."

"Nonsense corporal," I said indicating it was no big deal. "There are not a lot of other kids around, my boys would love the company. You can see them on your off-duty time. I can lend you a vehicle to drive back and get them as soon as you are free."

"That is very generous sir," he gushed. "I really appreciate it."

If his boys looked anything like him, the pleasure would be all mine.

Chapter 2
The Photo Shoot

"What do you mean you can't let me in?" I asked angrily. "I was always authorized before."

"I am sorry young David, now that I am no longer in development, access to the control room has been restricted," Buster explained.

I had explored the compound's main house with 'boy' trailing behind like a persistent shadow. I always thought our old house in the city was impressive. It was very modern with floor to ceiling windows and a big pool. This place was awesome in a quite different and unique way. The lodge was built with massive cedar logs and always had a pleasant fresh cedar smell. The top floor was taken up with the master suite and other bedrooms around a central balcony over the foyer and great room. Everything else was on the main floor including a covered porch that ran around two sides of the house.

The main lodge, bunkhouse and garage are located at the top of a holler with a sea of trees in all four directions. The holler is a natural valley between the rolling hills of the Appalachian highlands. The compound itself is 165 acres of natural highland woodlands with old growth trees towering high above the steep slopes. The only access is by private gated road or helicopter.

Right now, I was trying to get past the locked steel door that led to the basement. I could not believe this talking tin can was keeping me out!

"Buster, you know me. I always had access to dad's office. I even helped test some of your code," I whined. "I can't believe you have turned on me. I thought we were friends."

"I'm sorry young David, trying to make me feel guilty will not work. Perhaps you should try it on your father instead."

"Fine!" I capitulated. "And stop calling me young David, it makes me sound like a two-year-old."

"Would you prefer I call you junior?" Buster inquired.

"No! Sheez, what does a guy have to do around here to get some respect?" I complained. "You can call me young master. It has a nice Jedi sound to it."

"Belay that request," dad said coming around the corner from the kitchen. "You will call young David Davie upon my authorization."

"Yes David," Buster responded. "I have updated his profile."

"Thank you," Dad said, signaling the end of the conversation with Buster. "Would you like a tour?" he asked me.

The steel door clicked, and he opened it. Dad's office in the city had been on the second floor with a terrific view from the floor to ceiling windows and eight big monitors over his worktable. It had been impressive in its high-tech simplicity. Behind this massive steel door was a landing and then a spiral staircase that led down into an underground, almost empty, windowless room. A captain's chair sat in the middle of the room and a conference table was tucked around to the side. Otherwise, the room was completely bare.

"Um, this is a bit underwhelming don't you think?" I said sarcastically.

"Not at all. This control room is state of the art. It makes my old office look like the stone age."

"Okay, if you say so," I said skeptically. "Not much of a view."

"Buster, please give us an exterior view," Dad instructed.

All the walls immediately showed a dizzying view of tree tops waving gently in the breeze. For a moment I was hit with a feeling of vertigo. I grabbed the railing of the spiral stair to steady myself. The walls were floor to ceiling screens, so clever I had not detected a single bezel. My disdain suddenly turned into astonishment.

"Holy crap, that is amazing," I gushed.

Dad grinned like a Cheshire cat as he took his seat in the captain's chair. He flipped up the side arms and I could see that half a keyboard was embedded into each arm. Placing his hands on the ergonomically designed keyboards, he began hitting keys.

"This view is from the exterior cameras filtering out the buildings," Dad explained proudly. "This is from the newly installed perimeter cameras."

The front wall changed from a single exterior view to a dozen different cameras from around the compound. With a flip of his hand, he rearranged the order of the screens. The usual mouse interface was simulated by a wearable mouse controller strap on his right hand. Hand and finger movements were translated into click and drag.

"Here is a live cam of Chicago lakeshore drive where you are supposed to be," he said without malice, throwing up a window on the left side wall. "Buster has access to all the public Earth cams as well as a number of private ones. Here is one of the grounds right now."

The right wall exploded into a view of the bunk house and helicopter pad. I noticed that some of the off-duty soldiers were outside behind the bunk house working out shirtless. I would definitely have to check that out.

"Sweet! Can I try it?" I begged.

"Sorry, you don't have clearance to this system. I am not using the office on the main floor. We will set you up with something almost as good if you promise to use it to work on your education.

ooo

Corporal Thomas was playing catch with his boys, Jax and Luke, outside in the central common area. The boys had come to stay a couple of days ago but spent most of their time with their dad or in their room. So far, I had barely had a chance to say more than hello.

I was sitting on the porch trying to figure out the controls on a new digital camera. It had a lot of features and settings, and I was taking sample photos in different light levels. Occasionally I snuck in a photo of the corporal and his boys. They were ridiculously photogenic. Screwing up some courage, I decided to ask them for a photo shoot.

"Hello Corporal Thomas, I'm David," I introduced myself shaking his hand. "I'm kind of an amateur photographer. I just got a new camera, and I was wondering if you would let me take some photos of you and your boys?"

"That's a great idea," the corporal agreed enthusiastically. "I have been wanting to have some photos of the boys, but never got around to it."

"There are some great natural backdrops around here, I think we could get some real good shots," I suggested.

"C'mon boys, let's get cleaned up a little," he said gesturing to his sons to follow. "David, we will meet you back here in a couple of minutes."

I could not wait. The corporal was a walking wet dream, and his kids were miniature copies, like a Russian nesting doll. Each version was a little smaller but with the same sexy features. I tried to think of some way to get them out of their shirts. A family photo of them half naked would be hot.

For the first back drop, I took them up on the balcony in front of the stained glass rose window. The corporal had on a maroon-colored button down that hugged his torso and tight white linen pants. The older boy, Jax, was wearing white chino shorts and a white polo shirt. The younger boy, Luke, wore something similar, but in blue. I got the corporal seated on an old cane backed chair in front of the window so that the light from the stained glass fell across him accentuating the colors in his clothes and spilling across the floor. After a couple of shots with just him, I did the same with each of the boys. For a group shot, the corporal sat in the chair with Jax kneeling beside him and Luke standing behind.

After taking several shots from different angles, I showed them the results in the digital camera viewer. They were so pleased with the photos that I had no trouble getting them to agree to another shoot at a different location. This time they wore matching tank tops that showed off their nicely bronzed shoulders and arms.

I took them down to the bottom of the rocky ledge that bordered the north side of the house. The rock wall was high enough that it had ropes and pitons in it for rock climbers and it made a great natural backdrop. Some fallen boulders worked as props for different poses. One of the best shots was the corporal sitting on a boulder hugging Luke who was sitting in front of him on his lap. Jax hugged his father's shoulders from behind. It really showed off their muscular arms and shoulders and highlighted the similarities of their hair and facial features. After a quick review of the photos, I suggested we do some more down at the swimming hole.

The so-called swimming hole was fed by a water-shed stream that cascaded over a rocky ledge creating a waterfall before it dumped into a deep, rock edged pond. While it looked natural, I knew rocks had been strategically placed to create the waterfall and pond. The water was frequently cleaned and filtered to keep it algae and critter free.

To get to the swimming hole was a hike down the holler under the umbrella of the towering oak and red maple. Thickets of natural Rhododendrons and Magnolia dotted the slopes. The path was hard packed and smooth, and I recklessly raced the boys around the switch backs and down the steep slope. Laughing, we arrived at the pond hot and out of breath. The corporal arrived a few minutes later at a much saner pace.

Stripping off my sweaty shirt, I doused my head in the waterfall, shaking my head and flinging icy water everywhere like a dog. The other boys immediately joined in the fun, throwing their shirts and shoes on the bank, and running through the waterfall until they were completely soaked. The corporal just stood on the bank shaking his head.

Since the boys were already wet, I suggested some shots in front of the waterfall. The corporal reluctantly agreed. Taking off his shirt, he joined his sons on the slippery rocks in front of the cascading water. Within minutes, all three were wet from the spray, water droplets glistening in their hair and their bare chests. I took shots from several angles, trying to catch the sun casting rainbow colors in the mist and reflecting off the water droplets on their skin. Some of the shots were exceptional, freezing the droplets mid-air.

My favorite was a shot of all three hugging, their faces turned up to the sun as the water cascaded over their bare shoulders. The corporal's linen pants were wet, semi-transparent, and plastered against his body. There were a couple of revealing shots that I did not bother to show him. I would save them for my private collection.

With the official photo shoot over, the boys wanted to take a swim. I assured the corporal that it was very private here and if the boys wanted to skinny dip, it would not be a problem. There was a rope swing hooked up to one of the trees so you could push off from the waterfall rock ledge and swing out over the pool. It was a bit scary at first, but great fun to swing out and dive into the pool.

Stripping off, I demonstrated how it was done. While I was standing naked on the ledge preparing to launch, the boys checked me out like boys always do, but there was nothing sexual about it. When I surfaced from my dive, they were already stripping down, anxious to try the rope swing for themselves. It was great fun, everyone trying to outdo the other with the most daring dive.

Eventually the corporal took off his wet pants and spread them out on the rocks to dry. He even tried out the rope swing once or twice at Luke's insistence. Since we had not thought to bring towels, everyone eventually found a spot to dry out in the sun before heading back to the lodge. Luke playfully sat in his father's lap while he finger combed his son's hair into some semblance of order.

I loved the way the boys and their father were so natural with each other. There was no awkwardness about touching, even though we were all naked. I did not think they were intimate like I was with my dad, but I wondered if maybe they could be some day?

"Thanks for bringing us here," Jax said, flopping down on the grass next to me. "This is a really sick spot."

I smiled at Jax but tried not to stare. Being a miniature version of his father, he was just too damn good looking. If I looked at him too much, I would not be able to hide the stiffy I was sure to get.

"Yeah, I like it here," I said to no one in particular. "Maybe we can do it again."

"Dad, can we come swimming again?" Jax asked his father.

It made me look at the corporal, still with an arm around his son sitting in his lap. I noted his hand casually placed on his son's chest, the other on his thigh. Luke sat cross legged in his father's lap with the cutest little hard on. I was not the only one who appreciated his dad's naked body.

"We'll see," the corporal said, making no commitment. "We better dress and get back."

Chapter 3
The Boy

The Corporal's boys and David were bonding and hanging out together, leaving poor Liam on his own. I found him sitting alone on the porch railing that ran behind the house over the rock cliff. The first problem was if he fell over the railing, it was a three story drop to the rocks below.

"Liam," I called softly, careful not to startle him. "Liam, come to me."

The sad brown eyes lifted to my face, and he hopped down from the railing. My heart rate went back to normal once his feet hit the porch floor. He came to me and hugged my waist. I did not want to become emotionally or physically involved with this boy since his future with us was so uncertain. I would return him to his people, but the sex ring typically found boys that were homeless or in the foster care system. That probably meant he did not have any people to return to.

Even if I could find someone to adopt him, there was the problem of how to do that legally. I had taken a minor over state lines. To the FBI, that was not rescue; that was kidnapping. I sighed. The old Chinese curse 'May you live in interesting times' seemed to apply here.

"Okay kiddo, time to do something about that mop of hair," I said, picking up the precocious boy.

As unlikely as it seemed, I had heard that Private Tillman had an associate degree in cosmetology. She was a beautician before signing up with the military. I found her working out with a couple of the other soldiers behind the bunk house. We kept a bench and some weights there for the soldiers to use. The private was doing a set of bench presses while the guys spotted her. She was lifting more weight than I could on my best day.

The guys were stripped to the waist, sweat dripping down their chests. The private was in a sports bra and shorts, but otherwise showed no evidence of stress. I waited until she had finished her set.

"Private, I was wondering if we could prevail upon you for a favor," I asked. "This little guy is starting to look like a sheep dog. Do you think you could do something with this?"

I ruffled Liam's shaggy hair. It really was so long it hid his big brown eyes, one of his best features. The private immediately got up from the bench and came to examine Liam's bowl cut hair.

"Look at this handsome guy," she gushed over the boy. "I have been dying to get my hands on this hair. When I get done, you will be the envy of all the other boys. Just leave him with me."

She grabbed him out of my arms and headed off towards the apartment over the garage. Liam looked back over her shoulder as though hoping someone would rescue him.

"I don't know whether to feel jealous or sorry for him," one of the soldiers remarked as the private disappeared with her prey.

Regardless of the soldier's skepticism, when the boy was returned an hour or so later, he had been transformed into an adorable preppie. His hair was short and layered on the sides but brushed up in front. The rest of it looked textured without requiring product to keep it in place. Private Tillman was a genius and I told her so.

Now that he had a new 'do, it was time to get him into some new duds to go with it. I had ordered some things online and had them delivered. Before trying them on, he needed to get cleaned up. Taking him up to the master suite, I had him take off his clothes while I started the shower. For all of its amenities, the lodge did not have a single bathtub in it. When the temperature felt right, I pushed him in.

He dawdled under the spray, but the bar of soap remained dry. With a sigh, I removed my clothes and joined the tyke in the shower. Holding the boy with his back against me, I systematically soaped under his arms and worked my way down. I did not shy away from soaping his little cock, balls and between his legs. While I knelt to work on his dirty feet, he turned towards me and put his arms around my neck to keep his balance. When I got up, he came with me pressing his body against my chest and his legs around my waist.

He felt good, his slick wet skin rubbing against me. Holding him up against me with one arm, I soaped down his back and between his butt cheeks. Keeping us both in the spray, we rinsed the soap away. Leaning his back against the shower wall while still in my arms, we looked at each other. Those soulful brown eyes tugged at my heart. Unable to help myself, I leaned in to kiss him. With our lips still touching, I felt him hug me tighter.

Kneeling, I set him on his feet but continued to hug our wet bodies together while the water poured over us. It was a moment of recognition for all the hardship of his short life and the need for a little one on one. After several minutes, I reached over and turned off the water. We both got out and grabbed a towel from the rack and began to dry ourselves. We silently watched each other, forgetting to be shy about being naked. Reaching over, I dried a spot on his back he had missed. Returning the favor, he toweled some drops from my leg.

Next, we sorted through the new clothes. I let him pick what he wanted to wear. He selected a pair of fatigue jeans (yes, they come that way) and a tight v neck ribbed athletic shirt with cuffed short sleeves. The shirt was a crop top with a scallop tail that showed a peek of his skin between the shirt and the jeans when he walked. You just wanted to eat him with a spoon.

With the basics covered, I rounded up some of Jason's old toys and took him down into the control room with me while I worked. He sat at the conference table and entertained himself all afternoon while I made calls and attended virtual meetings. Other than the occasional sound of falling Jenga blocks and the beep beep of an old Gameboy, he was as quiet as a church mouse.

ooo

Lurking on the edge of the commons, I spied on the guys working out behind the bunk house. Guard duty was dull stuff and, being so far away from any other civilization, off duty time was even worse. So, it was normal to see guys working out all hours of the day and night. The guys had been creative in converting available materials into workout equipment. Besides the weights and bench press, they had rigged a chin up bar, dip station, roman chair and a stationary bike made from an old bicycle.

Since assignments here were temporary, packing was limited to a duffle bag. Without access to proper workout clothes, the guys simply stripped to their military issued briefs. It was not as risqué as it sounds. From a distance, briefs now days are indistinguishable from the kind of shorts we were issued for track at school.

Attired in just sweatpants, I started my daily Tai Chi routine. It was a great stretch and warm up regimen, and it had the benefit of getting attention from the guys working out.

"Hey, look at that," one of the shirtless soldiers commented. "I have always wanted to try that."

"Isn't that the commander's kid?" another asked. "Hey kid, how about showing us some moves?"

I motioned for them to join me and copy my slow-motion movements. As we worked through a basic routine, we were joined by Corporal Thomas, Private Tillman, and another black-haired soldier I did not know. In the city, you would often see groups of all ages in public parks, working their way through the forms. Leading the group through the 24 movements I knew; everyone appreciated the benefits of the work out and patted me on the back or shoulder as we finished. It also got me an invitation to join the others at the weight bench.

Sharing the bench meant each person getting in a quick set and then giving it up to the next person during their recovery time. Anyone waiting their turn spotted for the person doing reps. There was a lot of good-natured kidding and comradery. I liked feeling like one of the group, even if they had to tear off half the weight whenever I took my turn.

Private Tillman was the clear champion for lifting the most weight, to the chagrin of the guys. Regardless, there was a level of respect for her abilities and how hard she worked to develop them.

"Good set kid," the private congratulated me as I got up from the bench after my third set. "You got a nice chest started there."

She grabbed my pec and gave it a good-natured squeeze. I automatically reached to return the favor but caught myself inches from grabbing her breast. I could feel my face glow as I realized what had almost happened.

"Go ahead," she encouraged. "Turnabout is fair. I started it."

I blushed even brighter. Did I beg off and be embarrassed or go ahead and be embarrassed? I went ahead. Feeling her breast through the sports bra, it felt small but firm. It could have been a very muscular man except for the feel of her large nipple pressing against my palm. The guys whistled and howled, shocked that I had made the move.

"You ought to come over to my place," she teased ruffling my hair. "I could give you a little trim."

She winked at me and walked away. That caused another round of guffaws and speculation as to what she meant to trim. With the private gone, the work out and the commentary really got down and dirty. I also found that I was wrong. The skivvies showed a lot more than school track shorts ever did. With the sun shining, everyone was sweating rivers and we had to wipe down the equipment constantly to keep it from getting slippery. I had stripped out of my sweatpants and was working out in my shorts like the rest of the guys. I kept worrying that I would get a chubby and everyone would notice. Actually, everyone seemed to have a chubby, and everyone noticed.

I waited behind the corporal for my turn at the chin up bar. With his sweat drenched skivvies, the shape of his perfect ass was moving up and down right in front of my face. I kept trying to find a flaw. A pimple, a birth mark, something that made the guy just like the rest of us mere mortals. Nope, the guy was perfect in every way.

After my first five chin ups, I felt the corporal's hands on my waist as he got ready to give me a slight boost if I needed it. An assist lets you work the muscles harder by getting more reps without compromising your form. It was also giving other parts of my body a lift. As I released the bar, he caught me and steadied me against his body. I think we had a moment there, or maybe it was just wishful thinking.

ooo

After dinner, the older boys disappeared again leaving Liam on his own. I could have asked David to include Liam, but I knew the age difference was big enough the other boys would simply tolerate the young boy's presence. What the hell, I could suffer through a cartoon or whatever kids liked to watch these days.

"Hey big guy, how about helping me build a fire in the great room, and you can pick out a movie to watch in there tonight?"

Surrounded by forest, there are always snags (standing dead trees) to be cut for firewood, so at least some of the fireplaces at the lodge burned real wood. I showed Liam how to stack the wood for the best air flow and where to place the tinder. We soon had a pleasant little cherry wood fire going that snapped, crackled, and smelled wonderful.

I had a memory stick with a lot of various kinds of movies on it. I set it up so Liam could use the remote to navigate through the list and pick something. The wall screen was setup in a cozy little corner with a love seat in front of it. Perfect for two. Leaving Liam to choose, I went to the kitchen to get us some drinks. An apple juice for Liam, and a white wine for me.

Returning, I was dismayed to find that out of all the movies he could have picked he seemed to have found porn, or what is as close to it as you can get. It was a movie about families living at a commune in California in the 60's. A lot of the filming was on location at a hot springs resort in Russian River. I had been to the resort years ago, and it was still there today.

"Are you sure this is what you want to watch?" I questioned, setting his drink on the sofa table next to mine.

I had a no censor policy when it came to sex and nudity. If the boys were curious, then it was okay to learn and experiment if all parties involved were consensual. I relaxed on the love seat and put my feet up on the sofa table. Liam was a quiet boy and never chattered. If he had something to say, it was always something of substance. I was more than willing to wait and see how this played out.

The movie showed entire families naked, enjoying the natural hot mineral water. Everyone bathed together, men, women, boys and girls. Some were adults, but many were teens or younger. In the movie, a young teenage boy has a crush on a girl from another family. The parents try to encourage their son to approach the girl, but he is shy. Liam watched the screen wide eyed.

Putting my arm along the back of the love seat, I watched Liam's reaction to the movie more than the movie itself. With his eyes glued to the screen, Liam reached for his drink but got mine instead. As he sipped, I caught the look of surprise on his face. Instead of putting the drink back, he took another sip. Was I encouraging a porn addicted wino? He looked up at me and grinned mischievously. I took the drink from him and sipped it possessively.

In the movie there were couples making out and having sex in plain sight. The mother and father were pointing out an attractive couple, the man enthusiastically fucking the woman under him. The parents, with their son in tow, moved closer to watch while they pointed out the man's hard cock and how he used it to penetrate the woman. The father stroked his son's already stiffening member, letting him see that his own equipment would work the same way. The mother placed her son's hand on her breast letting him finger it, mimicking the couple they were scrutinizing.

Liam looked at my crotch and then back at his own. I did not know how much of this he understood, but he was definitely making connections inside his head. He reached over and took my glass and sipped from it before giving it back.

The parents of the girl were also giving her instruction, using her younger brother as a stand in. The brother in the movie was a bit older than Liam, but not by much. While the father touched the girl's breasts, letting her feel the pleasure of having her sensitive nipples tweaked. Mother demonstrated how to please a boy by stroking and then taking her young son's penis in her mouth.

Liam moved closer under my arm until our legs touched. Was the movie making him as horny as it was me? I sipped my drink and hugged him, letting my arm hold him against me. His innocence was sexy, each reaction to the things he saw was a turn on. I was determined to let him continue until he called it quits.

Back to the movie, the teenage boy notices two men kissing and asks his parents about it. The father explains that men can kiss the same as a man and women. He then kisses his son, and the camera does a close up, their tongues exploring each other.

Liam looked at me and I knew he was remembering the kiss I had given him in the shower. I put my hand under his chin, tipping his face up towards me and then leaned in and kissed his lips. We looked at each other and he waited for me to do it again. I did, but with a little tongue, like they did it in the movie. Liam was quick to learn and responded by meeting my tongue with his. I handed him my drink, and he took another big sip.

In the movie, the girl is practicing on her brother, taking his cock in her mouth while he touches her breasts. The parents look on and encourage the two siblings to explore each other. Other adults and children come closer to watch. Some kiss or touch them and each other.

Finally, the teenage boy and girl approach each other in the shallow pool. The boy is hard already and the girl smiles at him shyly and puts her hand on him. He touches her breasts, and they kiss. While they stand close together, other adults and kids come up and touch them. A pretty girl strokes the teen boy's chest and then kneels and takes his cock in her mouth. A man kneels in front of the teen girl and licks between her legs. A woman kisses the same girl and massages her breast. Another teenage boy caresses the teen boy's butt and rubs himself against his back.

As I drain the last of my wine, I notice Liam is fidgeting. Is he turned on, or does he just have to pee? Pausing the movie, I decide to refresh my drink and give Liam time to relieve himself if he needed to.

Liam followed me into the kitchen and watched while I filled my glass at the island counter. I picked him up and set him on the counter where we could look at each other eye to eye. I gave him my 'what?' face. He held out his arms to me and when I leaned in, he kissed me. With his arms around my neck, I held him close to me and he put his legs around my waist and rubbed himself against me. He did not have to pee after all.

Setting him back on the counter, I had him lean back on his elbows so I could see his body. While he watched, I ran my hand slowly down the front of him until it rested over the front of his pants. He shivered, pressing himself against my hand. His response intrigued me.

Slowly, ever so slowly I pulled up the bottom of his shirt exposing his tummy. He just watched, not moving to stop or help me. Pulling it higher, eventually his chest and nipples were exposed. Sitting up he held his arms over his head. I took the invitation to remove the shirt.

He leaned forward and pulled at my shirt. The message was clear, a shirt for a shirt. I removed mine and when I put my hand on his chest, he put his on mine. Somehow making out on the kitchen counter did not strike me as very sexy or comfortable. Gathering the half-dressed boy up in my arms, we returned to the fireplace.

Letting the movie continue to play, I laid Liam down in front of the fire and straddled his body with my own on my hands and knees. Looking up at me with an innocent expression he stretched his arms over his head offering himself to me submissively. While I kissed him, I sensitized his nipples with my fingers, and then switched to licking and lightly biting them. I loved how sensitive he was. Every new sensation caused him to murmur and squirm under me.

Unfastening his pants and pulling down the zipper, I laid open the fly to his jeans. Putting my hand down inside the opening, I gripped him through his underwear. He raised his hips to meet my hand, demonstrating to me that he was anxious to get rid of the pants. With both hands, I pulled down the tight jeans until I could wrangle them off his feet. He looked delicious in his underwear, and I let him sip on my drink again. The wine was making both of us feel mellow and the heat from the fireplace was warm and sexy.

Standing up, I dropped my pants, keeping us on equal footing. Liam sat up, watching me closely. I sat down next to him in my underwear and pulled him into my lap where I could continue to touch him. In the movie, the shy teenage boy had penetrated the pretty young girl. The parents and others were gathered around, touching, and otherwise encouraging the couple while they had sex together. One of the mothers sitting on the edge of the pool, held her young son in front of her. He was watching the couple, his little penis standing straight up. His mother stroked him while he watched, the same way I was stroking Liam.

By the time the movie ended, we were both highly aroused. I let Liam have another couple of sips before I drained the rest of my wine. Standing the boy up, I began the routine of shutting down the house for the night. Liam followed around behind me, an angelic cherub in his undies.

Checking on the other boys, I found them in their room still enthralled in some video game competition. I warned them not to stay up too late. Unable to find David, I was informed by Buster that he was with Private Tillman. I suspected he might not return to the house until morning.

With Liam still following along behind, we proceeded around the second-floor balcony to the master suite. I picked him up and laid him on the bed before I stripped off his underwear. He lay still, spread eagle, slightly inebriated from sipping my wine all night. The thought of what I could do with this naked little boy was also very intoxicating.

Leaving him on the bed, I started the gas fireplace and turned out the rest of the lights. The glow from the flames gave everything a shadowy beauty unavailable in harsher lighting. I also lit a brazier of incense containing a small amount of amyl nitrite, a drug that enhances sexual feelings, particularly useful during anal penetration. Getting some other supplies out of the closet, I took them back to the bed with me where Liam was still waiting.

Posing him with his legs spread wide so I could see all of his body. He was completely submissive to me, staying exactly where I placed him. With his attention on me, I stripped off my own underwear, letting him examine my hard cock as I stood over him.

Dipping my fingers into a jar of herbal lotion, I traced his lips before I bent down and kissed him. The organic lotion made our lips warm and tingly. I spread some on his nipples, letting my fingers tease them into hard nubs. Next, I coated his softened penis, paying particular attention to the sensitive circumcised head. In a few minutes, the lotion activated, warming, and stimulating his cock until it stood up hard and excited all on its own.

With Liam starting to squirm around, I continued to coat his balls and trace a trail down between his legs. He murmured and reached to touch himself, unsure of what he was feeling. I caught his hand and held on to it, preventing him from interfering. I kissed him again to reassure him and then helped him turn over and get on his hands and knees.

He was like a newborn colt, his arms and legs shaking a little. Reaching between his legs, I massaged his cock and balls with my hand, squeezing and pulling on them. The lotion made my hand warm as I rubbed it into his sensitive skin.

With another glob of lotion, I started at the small of his back and smeared a trail down between his butt cheeks. Circling his sphincter, I spent a lot of time working the lotion into the skin surrounding his anus. He was whimpering, anxious about all the new sensations he had never felt before.

"Shh, it's okay," I crooned, "No one is going to hurt you. Just let yourself relax and feel good."

His little cock felt as hard as a steel rod. His legs were shaking uncontrollably now while I pressed another glob of lotion against his anus and began to work it in. I wanted his little ass warm and ready for his next surprise. Dipping the little butt plug into the lotion, I swirled it around making sure plenty of the goo clung to it.

Laying down on the bed beside him, I pulled the boy over on top facing me. Our naked skin slid together, and I hugged him. Feeling down his back, I pulled his legs forward, spreading his butt cheeks wide. Now that we were in direct contact, his whimpering had ceased, and he was close to falling asleep already.

"Just close your eyes. You are going to feel a little strange, but I promise it will feel really good very soon."

Hugging him with one arm, I pressed the tip of the plug in and felt his sphincter start to give way. He began whimpering again as I pushed the tip in. A butt plug has a wide base that, once past the sphincter, keeps it in place. Getting it past the sphincter can be a bit of a jolt. Like ripping off a bandage, it is best to do it all at once.

"You are such a good boy," I cajoled the half unconscious child. "Just one more surprise and then everything will be warm and comfy."

I shoved the plug in all the way. Liam jerked, fighting my embrace, and crying out.

"There, all done," I soothed, "You were very brave."

Laying him down on his back I began working the plug deep inside of him, while simultaneously stroking his still hard cock. He began whimpering again, his eyes half closed, but this time from the intense sexual feelings building up inside of his little body.

By applying pressure to it, I worked the plug back and forth in his little ass as the lotion on it started to make his insides feel warm and tingly. His little cock was so hard, it seemed impossible he did not have a load in there to shoot.

It really turned me on to see him going a little crazy with the intense sexual feelings building up inside of him. Jerking his hips up and down he worked his cock against my hand and then pressed into the bed, pushing the plug deeper into his ass. Rocking his head from side to side, he whimpered and cried out, half delirious with the intense sensations going on in his body.

When he finally let go, his little body was painfully extended, his muscles contracted and hard with his eyes closed and his face screwed up in a silent scream. I worried for a moment that it was all too much, the incense, the lotion, and the toy in his ass. But – a few moments later he was relaxing again, breathing heavily. I scooped him up, holding him close while I got under the covers cuddling him against me. Within minutes, his breathing told me he was asleep.

Feeling the warmth of his body, I chastised myself for giving in to my baser nature. He was young – too young. Reaching over his back, I felt the edges of the plug still in his ass. While I played with it, pressing, and tugging on it with my fingers, the little boy squirmed against me in his sleep.

I decided then and there, he was a keeper. To hell with my better nature, he could stay.

Chapter 4
The Capture

Liam comes to work with me every day now. Interspersed with the puzzles, books, and games; Buster tutors him in all the basics. The AI is uniquely qualified to teach the three Rs; Reading, wRiting and aRithmetic. The commercial potential for AI based teaching is mind boggling. Of course, providing a supercomputer like Buster for every student in the country might be a bit unrealistic.

Buster is also keeping the MPI (Military Police Investigators) busy by reporting potential cases of procurement fraud, hacking and other suspicious activities. The MPI team assigned to the project is led by an ambitious young man. Agent Long is a much-admired friend of the family after helping to solve a previous case of kidnapping. Now, he is busy crisscrossing the country, following up on leads of illegal activity provided by Buster.

On the other hand, my job is not so clear cut. Buster is dealing with hundreds of bot attacks per second while simultaneously analyzing where those attacks come from. Most of them originate in rogue countries where we have no cooperation agreements. The big question is, what to do about them?

My team is adamant that cyber warfare requires a counter-attack capability and they are busy providing Buster with the ability to respond. The military and their minders are not as confident of our approach. This means long hours of bizarre conversations with military top brass, representatives from the alphabet agencies (NSA, CIA, FBI) and the Senate Committee on Armed Services.

"My question to you is, does this AI you have created, adhere to the three laws. And if he were to go rogue, have you created a kill switch."

The senator was probably patting himself on the back for asking such savvy technical questions. The questions, of course, made no sense at all unless you live on the fictitious planet of Trantor.

"Senator, Buster is not a robot, and we are light years away from the kind of machine intelligence envisioned by Asimov who created the three laws of robotics in his science fiction novels. As for a kill switch, we have one. It's called a power button."

I have not been able to spend any time coding in months and I miss the good old days. Creating the voice chip or designing currency conversion routines left you with a sense of accomplishment. Wrangling with politicians and bureaucrats leaves you feeling exhausted and a bit insane.

ooo

"Corporal! Come have a drink with me."

He scared the ever-living crap out of me, coming up behind me like that. I cannot help it; the man makes me nervous. Every time he talks to me, I feel like a girl on her first date. Anyone who can create a machine brain has got to know I am a backward country hick.

"Sir, I was just coming to check on the boys," I gave as my excuse for being in the big house.

"Buster, where are the boys?" he said to the open air.

"They are currently in their sleeping room," a voice replied.

I always expect a computer to sound like one. Buster sounds like a real person. Spooky.

"And can you identify what activity they are doing?" the commander asked the computer.

"Yes David, they are playing cards."

"And can you tell me what card game they are playing?" he questioned the voice.

"Yes David, they are playing poker," the voice responded.

"Hmm, I hope David is not corrupting your boys too much," he said to me apologetically.

"Sir. It's okay, I taught them to play poker," I answered, trying to put him at ease.

"Buster, what are they betting?" he asked, waiting expectantly for the answer.

"Correction David, they are not playing poker. They are playing strip poker," the machine said.

"Yeah, like I said. I hope David is not corrupting your boys too much," he repeated. "Buster, how many people are in the room?"

"David, there are three people in the room," the voice said. "Would you like for me to identify them?"

"Not necessary, just checking," he said shaking his head. "Thank you. Now corporal, how about that drink?"

He is our host. How could I refuse?

"Sir, I will have what you are having if it is not too much trouble," I conceded.

"Good choice," he chuckled. "I have been experimenting with something new. It is supposed to be relaxing and help you sleep. See what you think."

He went to the kitchen island and poured something from a shaker into a cocktail glass. It was white with a bit of foam on top. Personally, I am not much for mixed drinks. An imported beer is about as fancy as I get. He handed me the glass, and I took a tentative sip.

"Oh my god that is good," I admitted. "What the hell is it?" After a pause, I remembered to add, "Sir."

"It comes from San Francisco, and it's called Lavender Honey Cream. The liquor is botanical spirit (vodka), made from organic rye. The mix is lavender honey syrup, heavy cream, and an egg white. Shaken, not stirred."

He motioned me to a chair in front of the fireplace. Nights in the mountains tend to be cool most of the year. A real wood fire is a nice touch.

"Sir, I'm afraid I am just a country boy. I have never even been to San Franciso," I confessed.

"Please, call me David," he invited. "It is just the two of us here."

"Yes sir – um, David. I don't like to bother you. I know how important your work is with that intelligent machine here and all. I mean, having soldiers sent here to guard it all the time, it must be really important."

"Buster isn't here," he announced without further explanation.

"But you have that secure steel door that goes into the control room," I said, totally confused. "Everyone assumes Buster is in there."

He laughed, "Nope, that's just my personal work computer. Buster is like the president under attack, he is in a 'secure, undisclosed location'. Even if he knows, he is not allowed to tell me where he is. Listen. Buster? What is your location right now?" he asked the machine.

"I'm sorry David," the voice responded. "If I told you I would have to kill you."

"I taught him that joke," he said laughing. "Any time someone asks for classified information he responds that way. It has got me in trouble more than once, but I think it is hilarious."

"It is funny, but what if some general asks a question and gets that response?" I wondered. "You certainly like to live dangerously. And how is it you can talk to it like that if it isn't here?"

"During the 2008 recession the government paid for a project to upgrade this whole area with buried fiber optic cable. It is fiber optics all the way into the house, not just in the street. I have better connection to the Internet here than I did in the city," he explained. "It is one of the reasons we chose this place."

"If Buster is hundreds or thousands of miles away, what are we guarding?" I asked.

"Damned if I know," he replied, shrugging his shoulders. "I suppose what is in my head or on my computers is worth something, but probably not what the military brass thinks it is."

We sat together, comfortable with the silence and our own thoughts. This man was not at all what I expected.

"Where are you from Corporal?" he asked.

"Please, call me Paul," I requested shyly. "We currently live in Salem, but I grew up in Damascus."

"Hmm, did anything exciting happen to you on the way to Damascus?" he asked in an amused tone.

"What?"

"Never mind, a bad biblical joke. You're a native country boy then," David commented approvingly. "Damascus Virginia is not far away. Do you have family there?"

"Yes sir. Sorry David, habits are hard to break."

He chuckled and I laughed with him. Maybe it was the drink, but I was starting to feel more relaxed and even enjoying myself a little. While we were talking, the little boy, Liam, came in dressed in an oversized t-shirt and wedged himself into David's chair beside him. The little guy was always quiet and shy. You could not help but like him. David made room and put his arm around him.

"Well, you certainly come from good genes," he complimented. "Your boys are exceptionally handsome, and they look just like you. I hope you don't mind my saying that."

"I can say the same about you and your son David," I said returning the compliment. "David has been great with my boys at a time when they really needed the distraction."

"Ahh yes, your wife," he commented tentatively. "Would you like to talk about it?"

"Not much to talk about really," I replied, feeling vulnerable and embarrassed.

"We have all been there at some time or other, Paul. Let me tell you a story about how I ended up with these ruffians," he confided ruffling the little boy's hair and letting him snuggle down and lay his head in his lap.

The commander then proceeded to tell a wild story about how his teenage son he never knew about was dropped off on his doorstep. How he then adopted his half-brother who was kidnapped by his competitors with the help of his housekeeper. To keep the boys safe, he arranged to send them to military school where David got tangled up in the Chicago skin trade and was almost sold off into the international human trafficking network. Finally, how little Liam was accidentally swept up in the rescue and ended up back here illegally.

"Wow, my story doesn't seem so weird anymore," I admitted. "Why hasn't the sex ring been shut down?"

"That's a long story for another time. Suffice it to say it takes a long time to work through the proper channels. I am sure it will be shut down; it just takes time," he sighed. "Now – I showed you mine, it's time to show me yours."

"Okay, I guess that is fair," I agreed, still a little uncomfortable spilling my guts to a stranger. "My wife and the boys didn't actually live on the base and so I was only getting home for a couple of days at a time when I was off duty. And, we get these temporary assignments that are anywhere from a couple of weeks to a month or so long. That left my wife home alone with the boys a lot."

"That's the curse of the military all right," he agreed.

"One time I came home and I caught my wife in bed with a young college guy," I blurted out. "I suppose most husbands would go berserk and beat the guy up or something, but I understood. She was lonely, the guy was good looking and he treated her nice."

"Okay, so what happened?" he questioned, suspecting this was not the end of the story.

"Instead of throwing him out, I joined in. She was okay with it for a while. Whenever I was home, he would come around and we all got together," I explained, turning a shade of prom queen pink.

"I think I can guess what happened after that," he said suggestively. "He started paying more attention to you than her."

"Yes, exactly. He started coming around when he knew I would be home alone. She caught us together."

"You know what I have to ask next don't you?" he asked, sounding more amused than shocked.

Just then we heard the dog barking like mad somewhere outside and we both stopped to listen. A gunshot rang out and the barking stopped. At about the same time the power went out in the house and the room would have been pitch black except for the light from the fire.

"Get the boys. Meet me at the control room door," the commander instructed urgently.

He took off for the kitchen while I raced for the stairs. The boys were already out by the balcony railing by the time I got to the top.

"How come the power is out?" Jax asked.

"I thought I heard a gunshot?" David added.

"No time," I wheezed, out of breath from taking the steps two at a time. "C'mon, now!"

The two older boys ran down the steps in front of me and I grabbed Luke's hand to steady him in the dim light. We never made it to the safety of the control room. By the time we reached the bottom of the stairs, two men in masks had grabbed David and Jax and a third was holding his weapon on us. There were more gunshots outside, and someone was shining a bright light in our face. I held up my hands.

The chaos continued, men were yelling and running around, their bright LED hunting lights bouncing over the walls and flashing in through the windows. They ordered us down on the floor and cuffed our hands behind our backs. I knew the boys were scared. So was I.

Men hauled us to our feet and pushed us into the kitchen. The commander was on the floor with a man kneeling on his back while he handcuffed him. I saw a gun lock box on the island counter. The commander must have been going for his gun when he was captured.

How could this have happened? Where were the guards, the perimeter surveillance? If not for Junior, there would not have been any warning at all!

We were all shoved into the pitch-black pantry and the door slammed shut. Outside, there was still a lot of yelling going on. Everyone inside was quiet, except for Luke who was trying not to cry.

"You boys, okay?" the commander asked. "Is anyone hurt?"

Everyone murmured that they were okay. Their timid voices conveyed how scared they felt. There were no questions, smart remarks or teasing comments. In the span of a few moments, their lives were transformed from casual comfortable to intense and unbelievable.

"We have to find something to pick the lock on the handcuffs, right Dad?" David offered in a hushed tone trying not to sound panicky. "We can ram the door and break it open. Maybe we can overpower one of them and get a weapon then we can sneak away into the woods."

"Stop. David, you need to stop," the commander said in a quiet sad voice. "I might be able to pick the lock on a pair of handcuffs with a set of lock picks, but we don't have anything like that. We are surrounded by an overwhelming number of well-armed men and there is a guard right outside of the door. This isn't like in the movies."

"We have to do something," David insisted. "We have to try and escape. What do they want? I think they killed my dog. Did they kill the soldiers too? What are we going to do?"

David stopped talking, but I could hear him breathing deeply. Luke was whimpering on the verge of tears. It hurt that I could not even reach out and comfort them. For a moment I was filled with rage and I had to work at getting myself back under control.

"Now listen to me boys," the commander explained, "this is going to be the hardest thing you have ever done. You are going to see your dad and me beaten and tortured. You need to act as though you don't care. Don't let it upset you, try to go somewhere else in your mind. I know this is asking a lot and will be hard for you to do."

"This is about Buster, isn't it?" David questioned angrily. "Everyone wants into that damn system. I wish you had never created that damn thing!"

"It is very possible we will be forced to watch you being raped and hurt by these men," the commander continued, trying to prepare the boys for the worst. "We must pretend we don't care. The more we react, the more they will keep doing it to control us. If they ask you questions, tell them whatever they want to know. If you get a chance to escape – go. Don't stop to help anyone else, just run away as fast and as far as you can."

"It isn't fair," David grumbled. "It just isn't right that they can come in here and do whatever they want to us."

"I am so sorry this is going to happen. If we could do anything to prevent it, we would. We cannot give them what they want, but they are not going to believe us. Remember, we love you," he concluded sadly.

"I hate the bastards!" David declared defiantly.

ooo

Using their hunting skills, the local men had breached the perimeter fairly easy. Making blinds out of the natural materials all around them, they had eased past the surveillance devices. If it hadn't been for that damn dog, the ambush would have been a complete surprise.

Three of the soldiers had been wounded and one of the local men got grazed by a lucky shot. Fortunately, one of the men had come prepared, and was able to apply some basic first aid. None of the wounded were critical.

The leader needed info and he wanted it fast. As the night wore on the soldiers were stripped and hooded, then bound to the end of the metal bunks in the bunk house before being taken for interrogation.

The son of the group's leader had read up on water boarding on the Internet, and he was sure he knew how to do it. One by one the soldiers were taken out to the workout bench, their hands and feet tied to the bench supports so they lay on their back spreadeagled. The boy loved the feeling of power he got, having these soldiers at his mercy. For his own perverse pleasure, he found a metal adjustable dumbbell, removed the weights and the screwed-on flange that held them in place, and shoved the threaded end up the soldier's ass before starting the real torture.

The basics of water boarding is to cover the nose and mouth with a cloth and then pour water over it until the person passes out from lack of oxygen, experiencing all the sensations of drowning. What the young man did not realize was the victim actually could drown or be permanently injured if the timing was not just right. There was no information forthcoming from the first man who was the unlucky victim of the steep learning curve.

ooo

It was morning before they came for us. The pantry is a long narrow room with shelves along one side full of extra dishes, canned goods and other food in bulk. It is claustrophobic with all of us in here vying for enough space to sit comfortably. Everyone is handcuffed behind their back except for Liam. They must have figured he was too young to cause them trouble.

I am feeling calmer this morning, but still disappointed. I had never known my dad to not be in control of every situation. It seems like he has just given up without even trying. I vowed to myself that I would never give in, no matter what.

When the door opened, men grabbed us and shoved us roughly into the great room. The men were no longer masked, something I did not think was a good sign. A majority of them had scruffy looking beards and pot bellies. All of them were dressed in hunting or paramilitary camouflage attire. The weapons were everything from hunting rifles and shotguns to assault rifles.

Every room of the lodge had been turned upside down and vandalized. Dishes were smashed on the floor, pictures torn from the walls and lamps overturned. Any privacy we thought we had was stripped away, it was clear they had searched everywhere. The furniture in the great room had been pushed back against the wall leaving a big open area in the middle.

The leader, the man everyone else gave deference to, was sitting in a chair positioned next to the fireplace. We were herded into a line in front of him.

"Paul, I am sorry to see you have joined the enemy," the leader said.

"Jimmy," Paul replied.

"Corporal, you know these men?" the commander asked, surprised.

"Paul used to be loyal, but I see he has turned traitor now," the leader added.

"These men are a regiment of the NCCM, the North Carolina Citizens Militia, called the Mountain Boys. I was a member before signing up with the military," Paul announced. "Jimmy is the self-proclaimed leader. We grew up together."

"Jimmy, you have attacked a facility under the protection of the military. You have committed an act of domestic terrorism," Dad warned.

"Silence!" the leader shouted. "First of all, you will address me as captain. We do not recognize the authority of the military here. The military has no authority to operate inside of the country, only the militias have that right. As an official regiment of the state, we are declaring what is going on here illegal and we are commandeering this facility as a command post for the Citizen's Militia."

"Captain, if you would allow us to contact the authorities, I am sure we can clear this up," Dad attempted to negotiate.

"Denied!" the captain shouted. "Under interrogation your so-called guards told us you created the computer system the military uses to buy things with. Is that so?"

"Yes, I was part of the team that created the military's new procurement system," Dad admitted freely.

"You will give us access to that system and help us get the supplies and weapons we need to setup a command post here and arm the militia," the captain demanded. "Consider it payment for invading our country and making us take you prisoner."

"I can't, I don't have access to the procurement system," Dad insisted.

"You're lying. You made it, you must have access to it," the captain demanded.

"When the system went live, there was no reason for me to have access to it," Dad explained.

"Bullshit!" the captain yelled. "You computer people always put a back door or something in there. You will give us what we want one way or another. Strip the prisoners and get them ready for interrogation."

The men who were standing around the perimeter rushed in, anxious to be part of the fun of playing soldier. A guy on each side of me grabbed my arms and started tearing at my clothes. My shirt ripped down the front but they had to use their hunting knives to get it off of me completely. One of them unfastened my pants and yanked them down. He knelt down in front of me to get them off my feet.

"You like that do you?" I asked the potbellied man kneeling in front of me. "You like some boy dick in your face? Bet you haven't seen yours in a long time, have you? Go ahead, stick mine in your mouth."

The burly man turned red and struggled to get back to his feet. Dad scowled at me and made a slight motion with his head telling me to cut it out. One man held Jax with a choke hold while another one stripped him. I knew from my time at military school that stripping prisoners was standard procedure. You want to make prisoners feel humiliated and vulnerable. I was determined to not let them succeed.

Two men each held dad and the corporal while another worked at getting them out of their clothes. The contrast between the groomed athletic men being stripped and the older out of shape militia was stark. If these men were former military, there was no longer any sign of their previous training.

"You want the young kids stripped too," one of the men asked the captain, motioning to Luke and Liam.

The captain scowled, annoyed at having to explain his commands. The men took the hint from his demeanor and got to work stripping the last two boys.

"You get off on stripping your own kids?" I asked the nearest man struggling to unknot Luke's drawstring shorts. "I've heard all about you folks here in the mountains, marrying your cousins and fucking your sisters."

He backhanded me without interrupting what he was doing. It wasn't much of a blow really, as a kid growing up, I had received much worse beatings. Still, I moved out of range so he would at least have to work at it.

"When you fuck your daughter, is that kid your son and your grandson all at the same time?" I taunted. "Bet that gets confusing, huh?"

He came after me then and whacked me a good one. I fell on my butt with my head spinning. With my hands restrained behind my back there was no way to catch myself when I fell. He rung my bell, but it was worth it.

"Your kid has a smart mouth," the captain growled. "You need to teach him some manners or we will. Put them back in the closet except for the boss man. Time for us to get some answers."

Chapter 5
The Torture

"String him up and get Billy in here to work him over," the captain instructed his men.

The whole attempt was rather amateurish. It wouldn't be long before they figured out the only way to get to me was through David. The longer they spent with me, the better the chance for a rescue before they got to the boys. The men got a rope over the ceiling cross-beam timbers and tied my wrists to it. I could have used my feet and hurt at least one of them, but as long as they had the boys there was no way to escape.

Billy was a big guy with some experience. He pounded away at my stomach, ribs and occasionally my face. Anyone giving out a beating wants to hear grunts and groans of pain or they just keep trying harder. I was more than willing to give them what they wanted, but I have had worse.

"Now tell us a way to get into the system. User names, passcodes. How would you break in if you needed to?" the captain persisted. "We have a man who knows computers. Just tell me what he needs to do."

"The system is audited before it is put into production," I explained. "They check for back doors and everything else that would make the system vulnerable."

"Then make us a backdoor," he insisted angrily. "You must still have the ability to make changes."

"Changes are audited by an independent auditing agency before they are applied to the system."

Billy went back to work on me and succeeded in doing some damage. I felt light headed, couldn't feel my hands anymore and one eye was swelling shut.

"Fuck. This is getting us nowhere. Get the son out here and bring in that table."

There were plenty of men milling around who were more than anxious to have something to do. Four men carried in the solid wood dining table and set it in the middle of the room just a few feet from where I was strung up. Two more frog marched David in, still struggling. Getting him up on the table they took off the handcuffs but he was held down by the men who gathered around anxious to watch what would be done to him.

We purposely did not look at each other. Secretly my heart raced at the thought of what David was about to go through. Please, please David keep your mouth shut!

"Which one of you pansies are going to give me a blow job?" David asked sarcastically. "You all look like you want to. Are you the local chapter of weight watchers? If you aren't, you should be!"

"I am going to enjoy fucking you up," Billy the bruiser growled.

"Last chance boss man," the captain added. "You don't want to see what these guys can do to a pretty boy like that. He won't be so pretty when they get done."

"Give me that beer," Billy said grabbing a half full bottle from a bystander.

Grabbing David's genitals, he used them like a handle, pulling up on them until his ass was high enough to work the neck of the bottle into his ass. David groaned as the bottle stretched his unprepared sphincter. Once the bottle breached the barrier, Billy let go of his handle but continued to work the bottle deeper until most of the neck was inside.

David struggled harder, but the hands from the crowd around the table were more than enough to keep him down. Reaching under his butt Billy tipped it forward until the beer left in the bottle leaked into David's colon.

The men around the table, anxious to participate, took turns slapping at David's cock and balls. The men holding David's legs held them out wider and higher so that Billy could easily pull back on the bottle and shove it back in viciously fucking David's hole with it.

A kind of mob excitement took hold as the men found they could do anything they wanted to the naked boy exposed on the table. They hooted and hollered as they punched him in the stomach, slapped his face and pulled and pinched his nipples. The straight macho mountain men couldn't wait to get their hands on him any way they could.

"You can stop this, boss man," the captain chided. "All you have to do is give us a clue. It is only going to get worse."

David was no virgin, and I knew he could take some pain, but not like this. It broke something inside of me to see him have to endure this for me. I have heard guys say 'what's the big deal' about rape. They probably do the same thing for fun when they have sex. They don't know what they are talking about. Being forced by one or more strangers is not at all the same as enjoying sex or even pain with someone you know and love.

The abuse went on and on. The group was trying to talk one of the younger guys into fucking David. The young man, one of the more athletic men of the group, seemed reluctant but was eventually persuaded.

"Come over here Joe and strip down. I want the boss man here to see what is going up his son's ass," the captain threatened. "Will it turn you on to see your son get fucked? Bet it will."

The captain reached over and pulled on my cock. There wasn't much of a chance that it was going to cooperate but it didn't stop him from trying. It seemed the men were less inhibited about touching another man the longer the torture continued.

I tried to ignore what was going on, but the captain made sure I couldn't turn away. Joe had a very impressive cock and he seemed to be excited about doing the job. He had a tough act to follow after the beer bottle, but his hard member seemed up for the challenge. The term 'hung like a horse' was not much of an exaggeration.

He stepped between David's legs and pulled his butt to the edge of the table. Without any warning, he buried himself all the way in one big thrust. David came up off the table before the men forced him back. The man kept pushing even though he was already as far in as he could go.

"Oh, yeah, I bet that hurt," the captain said in my ear. "You ever think you would see a stranger's cock up your boy's ass? We got a lot more of them that might want a chance at him. Just give us the word that you are going to help us out and this all stops."

He kept a grip on my cock, but watching was not turning me on. Instead, there was a deep-down rage growing in my gut. The kind that smolders and never goes away.

The rapist was now slamming into David over and over. The men watching shouted out the count while they grabbed at David's body and cheered. The mood was festive as they chugged beer and egged each other on. The young man lasted a good long time and when he orgasmed, it was massive. He pulled out and spurted across David's stomach and chest. The crowd clapped and chanted his name.

Now that the mob had a taste for it, they demanded the rest of the prisoners be brought out. The mood had an out-of-control mob hysteria to it. Several of the men rushed to get them. Two men dragged the corporal while each boy was carried by a man with his arm around their waist.

Throwing another rope over the timber cross-beam they strung up the corporal next to me. The men who couldn't get at the boys occupied themselves by using us for punching bags. As they grew bolder, they amused themselves by making lewd comments and trying to punch us in the balls as we twisted and turned, attempting to protect ourselves.

Each of the boys were released from their handcuffs and forced up on the big table. With the other boys available, David was given a reprieve and the attention switched to Jax. Forced up on his hands and knees, the men spanked his butt and grabbed at him, trying to get him hard. Jax's face showed the terror he felt inside and the men fed on it.

Since it was obvious Luke and Jax were brothers, the men decided they wanted to see the brothers fuck. Placing Luke on his stomach, they carried Jax around the table and positioned him on his hands and knees over his brother. Lubing up Jax's cock with Crisco from the kitchen, they managed to get him hard. Forcing him down on top of his brother, they fumbled between his legs, trying to get his cock into his brother's tiny virgin hole.

Luke began to whimper and then to cry even before when they managed to get Jax inside of him. After a couple of false starts, they used a sofa cushion under Luke's butt to get it into a position where they could force Jax's cock inside. Luke screamed and cried when the cock stretched his unprepared never before penetrated hole. Jax didn't move, staying where he was positioned with his cock head just inside of his brother's ass.

The captain stepped over to the corporal as he watched in horror at what was happening to his boys.

"You see that, Paul?" the captain taunted. "You see your boy's cock in his brother's ass. Your little boy will never be a virgin again. I think maybe Billy ought to shove his cock in there or maybe you would like us to put your cock up there. Huh? You want to fuck your boy's ass? No? Just get your boss to tell us how to get into that system and we will let you go."

"He told you, the system is not here and he can't get into it," Paul protested. "You got to believe him."

"That's too bad, Paul. Your little boy is crying, he doesn't like having a cock up his ass. Will he ever forgive you when we make you fuck him?"

The men forced Jax to go deeper while his brother continued to scream and cry. Cheering, they urged him to 'fuck harder' while they slapped his butt and pulled on his balls. Grabbing a candle taper off the mantle, they forced it up his butt and lit it. Jeering and laughing they bragged to their buddies about how clever they were as more and more of the crowd noticed Jax fucking his brother with a lit candle in his butt.

Meanwhile an enterprising young man was setting up a new torture for David. Placing a car battery on the floor, he sorted out a number of wires and attachments while others watched with anticipation. Taking up David's soft penis he stroked it a couple of times before working a lubricated metal rod into the tip. As his cock hardened, the man slid the smooth rod further into his piss slit. David whimpered; his eyes half closed as the sounding rod with a wire attached to the end of it was inserted as far as it would go. Another man willingly took over keeping the rod in place while the technician moved around to insert a much larger metal rod into David's ass. The lubricated smooth metal rod, about the thickness of a thumb, easily slid up inside of him until only the wire was visible, trailing out of his hole. A metal clip with little serrated teeth was attached to each of his nipples. Finally, a similar larger clip was fit over his balls.

It was easy to see that the devices, all by themselves, were causing David a lot of pain. He moaned, moving his head from side to side. He struggled against the hands holding him down, but with no effect. With the devices in place, the technician held up the simple electrical controller. A dial controlled the amperage and there was a button for each of the attached devices. Moving the dial to two, he pressed the first button. David's cock jerked and David threw back his head. He pushed the button again and David's cock jerked again, as he cried out. The man holding his cock, moved the rod up and down fucking his piss slit. Making sure he was not touching the metal; they pressed the button to watch the cock in his hand jerk even harder.

Pressing the second button, David jerked his hips off the table as the rod inside of his ass shocked his sensitive colon. As David fell limp, the technician pulled the rod out of his ass and reinserted it, being sure to push it deeper than before. Pressing the button again, he watched with satisfaction as David's hips and legs jerked uncontrollably.

Next, he worked the nipple buttons. Left then right, then left again. Unclipping the clamp on the right, he pinched the nipple hard, getting a satisfying gasp from David. Pulling the nipple out as far as he could, he let go and grabbed the muscle of his pec and squeezed. Satisfied with the yelp of pain and the bruised discoloration of the entire right side of David's chest, he reconnected the clamp. Finally, he tried the ball clamp. David yelped each time and spread his legs trying to ease the pain. Pulling off the clamp, the red marks on his balls were satisfying evidence of the unbearable pain he was causing. He squeezed the balls hard before attaching the clamp again and continuing the electrical jolts.

It was decided that the penis rod and the big one in his ass were the toys they liked playing with the most. The guy handling the sounding rod, worked to keep David's cock hard by stroking and teasing it in between shocks. Now he pushed and pulled on the rod, fucking David's penis while the technician did the same to the rod in David's ass. Once they were firmly implanted again, they pressed the buttons simultaneously, laughing and cheering as David's body jerked and shook from the electrical shock inside of him.

"C'mon boss man, you don't want your kid to go through any more pain, do you?" the captain was once again talking in my ear. "Can't you see how much he is hurting? I don't think he can take much more. Even if I believe you don't have access, I think you can figure out a way to get us in. Think fast, your boy is hurting."

A group of men unfastened Paul and dragged him around to join his boys at the other end of the table. Pulling Jax out of his brother, they held him next to his father. They forced his hand onto his dad's cock. When he pulled back, one of the men slapped him hard in the face. When his hand was put back on his father, he kept it there. As Jax stroked his father's cock, getting it hard, the men held the corporal in place with his arms twisted behind his back. Jax looked scared and confused, but his cock didn't go down. After stroking his father for a few minutes, the men forced him down on his knees and pressed his face against his father's cockhead. Taking the cock into his mouth, Jax sucked on the head and licked the shaft until it was fully extended.

They turned poor Luke over on his back and held his legs apart while forcing Paul closer. Slick from Jax's mouth, Paul's cock pressed against Luke's already tortured ass. Paul's cock was much thicker and longer than his son Jax so when the head slipped inside, Luke screamed again. He looked into his son's eyes, his own eyes moist with unshed tears, as the men forced him to penetrate Luke deeper and deeper until his balls slapped against his son's tiny butt cheeks. He just stood there; ball's deep while his cock jerked hard enough on its own that everyone noticed and smiled knowingly.

ooo

While the others were being tortured, Liam had attracted his own private fan club. A big burly grandfather snatched up the boy and warned off all of the other men who wanted a chance to abuse him. He had grandkids of his own and had often thought about what he would like to do to them. He never dared to live out his fantasies before, but now he saw an opportunity.

While the others were occupied, he quietly slipped away with his prize. No one could ever know of the dark urges he had for young children. If he hurried, he could have his way with the boy and return him before anyone realized he was gone.

Casually working his way around the crowd and up the stairs, he gained the safety of the guest bedroom and immediately locked the door. Laying the boy down on the big four poster bed, he stripped off his clothes. He knew he would not be attractive to the boy, but he wanted for both of them to be naked. When he got on the bed, he slapped the boy in the face hard and positioned his arms and legs spreadeagled. He expected the boy to cry and try to curl up and protect himself. The boy looked like he wanted to cry, but didn't. He let the man position him without moving.

The boy was very cute. He gripped his cock and balls and squeezed until the boy's face showed he was in pain. He let go for a moment and then squeezed again. He wanted the boy to cry. He slapped his face again. When he still didn't cry, he punched him in the stomach.

Liam curled up on his side away from the mean grandpa and let go, sobbing quietly.

With a smile, the burly man slapped the boy's butt hard. He liked the sound of the boy's sobbing but wanted him to cry harder. Forcing him onto his back, he gripped his privates, squeezed and pulled on them until Liam cried hard from the pain.

Letting him turn away again, he spread his legs and forced his thumb up the boy's butt. He wondered if he could get his fist in there. Probably not, but he would enjoy trying. He began slapping the boy's butt cheeks while he worked two fingers up inside of him. Pushing hard, he liked the feeling of stretching the boy's tight ass muscle. Spying some hand lotion in the bath, he squirted a generous amount onto his fingers and went back to working his fingers into the tight hole.

Pulling out, he made the boy turn over and sit up so he could look him in the eye. With the boy crying and looking scared, he spread his legs again and reached under him to get his fingers back inside of him. As the fingers went in, he got another fresh burst of sobs and the boy tried to squirm away. Getting a grip on his cock and balls, he held him in place. Trying for three fingers, he switched to pinching and pulling on his nipple. He made sure he was squeezing hard enough to keep the boy crying hard. Jamming the fingers in and out, he tried to spread the boy's legs even wider.

Suddenly he stopped. Pulling his fingers out, he crooned to the boy assuring him it was going to be okay. Retrieving some candy from his pants pocket, he gave it to Liam and hugged him until he stopped crying. Gently stroking his little cock, he soothed the hurt he caused before, keeping his head hugged against his big chest. Pulling him into his lap he positioning him gently, encouraging the boy to suck on his man tit nipple as he stroked the little cock, getting it hard. Sucking the nipple helped to calm Liam. Exhausted by lack of sleep and crying, he gratefully relaxed in the big man's embrace.

The bed was a beautiful cherry wood four poster with a handsome handmade patch work quilt. Each post was an ornate newel topped by a delicate slender pointed finial. The spear shaped top was supported by an ever-widening spindle base until the solid wood post reached the floor. If country folk were good at anything, it was working with wood. Some of the most beautiful furniture in the world was made right here in the mountains.

Hugging the sedate little boy in his arms, he crooned and rocked him as he paced the room. Treating him like a baby he was about to put down for his nap, grandpa cherished the feel of the naked child against his skin. Again, grandpa thought of his own grandchildren and how much he wanted to do to them what he was doing to this little boy. Now, when the little boy least expected it, was the time to fulfill his fantasy.

Striding over to the foot of the bed, he lowered the boy onto the bed post while still supporting most of his weight. Guiding it with his fingers, he felt the tip of the spindle go up inside. As more of the spear shaped wood spindle was forced up his ass, the boy began to cry again with renewed energy. Loving the sound and feel of the boy in pain, he let more of his weight rest on the post. Could he take the whole bulbous post? For the first time in years, his cock was painfully hard. Just a little more and the boy will have taken a slender wooden fist up his ass. Yes! Passing the midpoint, the elongated finial went in. He held him tight with one arm, impaled on the post, as he stroked his cock with the other. Incredibly turned on, he soon had the side of the post coated with his cum.

ooo

As time wore on, men began wandering away to pursue other activities. A line had formed outside the garage, waiting for their turn to rape the female soldier captured there. Some went searching for food or more beer. With the novelty over, just a small hard-core group remained to continue the torture.

"Congratulations, you made it through the day," the captain confided to me. "But don't worry, we will just do it again tomorrow. I think I would like to see if one of those little boys can take that metal rod up their cock. I have never tried it, but I understand it hurts like a bitch. Guess you can ask your son tonight."

"Okay guys, let's get the prisoners restrained, fed and bedded down for the night. Oh, except for that one," the captain said nodding at Jax. "I have decided to keep him for my son to play with. You remember my son, don't you Paul?"

I didn't know the significance of that statement but it was enough to make the corporal turn ghost white as his handlers pulled him out of Luke and cuffed him again.

ooo

Pushing Jax in front of him, the captain mounted the stairs to the master suite. It was the only place in the house where he could get some privacy. He got out his cell phone to call his eighteen-year-old son JD to get his ass over here, until he remembered, no service here. There are still a lot of places in the mountains without general cell service. If you wanted service bad enough, someone had to put in one of those signal repeaters. Either there wasn't one here or it was down because the power was still off.

He could have had the power turned back on but he was afraid that sneaky computer guy would figure out a way to call for help. He wouldn't want the military flying in an attack helicopter and blowing up his ass. At least not until they got some weapons of their own.

JD came in without knocking and stopped short when he saw the naked boy.

"There you are," his pa commented. "I brought you a present. You remember Paul? This is his kid. Pretty, isn't he?"

JD licked his lips while he looked the kid over. This was going to be a good night after all. Usually, it was him getting his ass fucked by his pa. Tonight, he was going to be doing the fucking.

"Go get this kid some grub, whatever they are cooking up down there. Then get yourself a shower, you smell like those cows you been feeding."

"Yes pa," JD said submissively backing towards the door. He didn't want to leave; afraid the pretty little boy might disappear before he got back.

"He isn't as pretty as you," the captain said offhand to Jax after his son was gone, "but he is a good boy."

JD broke speed records getting some food and a can of beer back up to the master suite. Jax was sitting on the bed unsure of where to go or what to do.

"Get down on the floor boy," JD commanded. "Dogs don't belong on the bed."

Jax slid down on the floor next to the bed and JD handed him his food and the beer. While Jax ate, JD fastened a dog collar round his neck and attached a leash he had found downstairs.

"You are a pretty one," JD crooned, running his fingers through Jax's hair. "You should drink that beer; you are going to need it."

JD unbuttoned his hunting shirt and unfastened his pants. Letting the loose camouflage pants drop, he stepped out of them. Jax warily watched him strip in front of him while he continued to eat. JD was whip thin, stretched skin over muscle and bone. Hard chores like chopping and hauling wood kept his body hard as a rock. Meals at their house were the basics, except for copious amounts of beer. While other guys spent money to waste their time doing meaningless exercises in a gym, his physique came naturally.

"Go on son, pull it out. Let the boy see what he will be getting for dessert," the captain chuckled, looking up from what he was reading.

Pulling down his boxers, JD kicked them off. His soft cock was impressively long and thick on such a skinny guy. His balls hung low in loose hairy ball sacs. Stepping over to Jax, he swung his cock back and forth in front of his face.

"Lick it boy," he instructed grinning down at the naked kid.

Jax tentatively licked the end of his gamey hooded cock.

"Get your tongue in there," JD demanded, picking up the leash and tugging on it.

Obediently, Jax worked his tongue into the foreskin to lick at his cockhead. JD stood over him with his legs splayed wide, enjoying the feeling of the tongue inside his covered cock. He often serviced his pa, but had only been serviced in return once before. A girl had attempted to give him a blow job, but when confronted with an uncircumcised cock, had not known what to do with it. After a few feeble attempts, she had left him angry and frustrated.

Throwing off his shirt, he turned around and squatted down over where Jax was sitting.

"Lick my ass. I want you to get your tongue all the way up in there," JD said in a husky voice.

Jax had never done anything like this before. He hesitated, not sure where to start. Putting his hands on the older boy's hard skinny butt cheeks, he pulled them apart to get to the puckered entryway. Working up saliva he stretched his neck and put his tongue at the middle of that puckered hole and worked the tip into it. Pushing harder, he found that he was able to get at least part of his tongue in before the muscle clinched and pushed him back out.

"Very good boy, you are a natural," JD complimented Jax as he pulled away. "I am going to take a shower and then we can try that again."

With the power off, JD would only get a quick shower from the water left in the hot water and pressure tank. Jax noticed the lines across JD's back as he strutted away from him to the bath.

"I believe 'sparing the rod spoils the child'," the captain said, noticing what Jax was looking at. "Of course, I prefer the whip to the rod. Those scars are reminders and he wears them with pride."

Jax looked skeptical but wisely kept silent.

"He isn't as pretty as you," he repeated. "But he's got a big cock and a tight little ass. I been in that ass since JD was younger than you are now. Nothing like a boy ass, ready whenever you need it. He doesn't get to fuck all that much. But he is gonna fuck you tonight. Count on it. He is gonna fuck the shit out of you."

Having finished his food, Jax waited to be raped or worse. Now he knew how Luke had felt when he was forced to fuck him earlier today. He thought of David and everything that had been done to him. Having something shoved up your dick had to hurt like hell. First, he admitted to himself that he was scared. Who wouldn't be? Having gained power from admitting his fear, he determined that like David, he could take it.

Getting up, he also determined that if he was going to be raped, he was going to do it clean. Walking into the bath, he opened the shower door.

ooo

I was worried about my dad. He was acting strange. The pantry was pitch-black, so he couldn't see the damage, but something was definitely wrong.

"Dad, dad? I got an idea," I whispered, nudging dad's shoulder with mine.

All I got back was a sound, like someone who is half asleep.

"Dad, can you hear me?" I said louder. "You are scaring me."

"Your dad got punched pretty hard today, he may have a concussion," the corporal suggested. "We should try to keep him awake if we can. Until we get out of here, I don't know how much more we can do for him."

"Dad? Wake up!" I persisted.

"David. I'm here," he finally responded. "You okay, son?"

"Yeah dad, I'm fine," I lied. "Dad? Are we desperate yet?"

"I suppose that is one way to describe it," he chuckled for a moment before a coughing spell took over.

After that he just mumbled, talking to himself until he lapsed into silence. Desperate. What do desperate people do? No way to communicate with Buster or the military. No way to fight off so many men with weapons. No way to run away. These men knew this area and these woods better than we do. This is their home, most of them were born here. They feared the military, but the military wouldn't check on us until the next helicopter run. There was no way we could last that long. We needed them to be afraid. What else do they fear?

"Liam buddy, I need you," I said quietly into the dark.

I heard movement and then I felt the little guy's hands on my chest as he figured out where I was in the dark. His hands moved to my face and then he leaned in and kissed me on the lips. That simple act of affection meant more to me in that moment than I will ever be able to describe. I felt I might understand a little bit of the bond soldiers feel for each other going into battle. In that moment of desperation, he lifted my spirits and gave me hope that we could do this together.

"Buddy, you are the only one with your hands free. I am going to ask you to do something that is really hard and really dangerous," I warned.

As always, he didn't waste time with words. He pressed his forehead against mine, holding my face in his hands, and waited for my instructions.

"Okay, first I need you to go to the back of the pantry. The extra patio grill is stored there, get the cover off of it."

I heard him bump into something and then the slither of the canvas cover as it came off and hit the floor.

"Now there is a button on the front that you can push. It is on the bottom right."

Hope he knows his right from left. Nothing happened for a few minutes. It was a bright red button, but that wasn't going to be helpful in the dark. Finally, I heard the rasp of the ignitor and saw the light from the spark. There was no fuel tank attached to the gas grill, but the ignitor still worked.

"Good boy! Now come over here and climb on my back. That's it, hold on while I stand up. Now try to hold on to one of the shelves and pull yourself up so you can stand on my shoulders."

Something from a shelf crashed to the floor, but fortunately the shelves themselves were solid wood like everything else in the lodge. I felt him scrambling and then his bare feet were on my shoulders.

"Okay, feel around. There is some paper toweling stored on the top shelf. There should be several rolls of it standing on end. Can you reach the top shelf?"

The pantry, like the rest of the main floor had high ceilings and the shelves went up almost to the top of the wall. I was trying to picture in my mind where everything was from the brief glimpse we had when they shoved us in here. I knew he found the toweling when a roll hit me in the head.

"Good Liam, I think we have enough toweling. Now reach way up, there is a small door in the ceiling. If you push up on it the cover will come off. See if you can stand on the edge of the shelf so you can reach it."

I felt the weight on my shoulders disappear as Liam clung to the shelves, trying to get high enough to touch the ceiling. After a few minutes, I heard the cover of the little wooden port provided to inspect the kitchen chimney move.

"Push up on it until you can push it out of the way. Now, can you fit through the hole? If you can, you will be able to stand up inside."

I listened as he struggled into the tight space and the sound faded as he moved outside of the room entirely. The space didn't have access to the outside, but it did follow the chimney up through the second floor to the roof.

"Great, come on down now. Good. Now find one of the rolls that fell and unroll some of it. Can you twist it until it looks like a rope. You know, like the rope at the swimming hole."

I sat down again next to the grill. When Liam bumped into me, he sat down in my lap in front of me as he began twisting the roll of paper towel into one long fuse. This kid is quiet, but I think I might have underestimated how smart he is. This might actually work!

"How much do you have twisted?"

Liam stood up and let the twisted paper fuse curl up in my lap where I could feel it. It was about as long as he was tall.

"That should be enough, I hope. Now open the top of the grill and push the end of the paper down inside where you see the light when you press the button."

This was getting tricky. If the next part of my plan didn't work, then we would be all be asphyxiated. Our lives now depended on one quiet little boy and a whole lot of luck.

ooo

Stepping close to JD, Jax shared the warm water with his potential rapist. Turning to wet his back, his face was close to the wet tanned lean chest of the older boy. Jax noticed small white lines across his pecs, ribs and a few on his arms. When he reached up and traced one, JD jerked away from him.

"Is that from when your pa whipped you?" Jax asked, reaching again to trace another one of the thin scars.

"No," JD responded angrily, but didn't pull away this time.

"You did that to yourself?" Jax persisted curiously.

He traced another one than ran across JD's thigh, close to his privates.

"No," he responded, then paused before continuing. "My pa did that."

It was obviously a sore topic and Jax knew better than to pursue it. There was something strange about this boy and his pa. Certainly not like the way his father treated him. He almost felt sorry for him.

After drying off, the two boys returned to the bed where the captain was still waiting for them. JD lay down on his stomach, motioning Jax to get between his legs and continue rimming his ass. Now that he smelled of boy and soap instead of cow, it wasn't so bad playing with his hard butt and pressing his tongue into the muscled ring of his sphincter. He tried, repeatedly, to roll his tongue into a hard little penis and penetrate the springy entrance into the older boy.

JD loved the feeling of the soft tongue, so different from the rough penetration of his pa's cock. He didn't know it could feel this good to be fucked. To give the boy more access, he got up on his hands and knees. His cock was hard and hung down between his legs. His already large balls hung even lower after the warm shower. His pa rubbed the front of his pants as he watched his well-endowed son being stimulated by a pretty young boy.

With the skinny butt spread wide, the puckered little hole was open and Jax pushed his tongue in further. He licked and played with the opening until it relaxed enough to let him easily push his tongue all the way inside. He alternated fucking the hole with his tongue and then with a finger. JD couldn't get enough of the attention his ass craved.

"C'mon boy, I want to see some fucking!" his pa demanded interrupting JD's pleasure.

The captain threw a knife on the bed, as his son pulled Jax down in front of him. JD pressed his body down on top of Jax, rubbing his hard cock against Jax's much smaller one. Raising up on his knees he looked down on the beautiful boy under him. Touching his chest, he pulled on the tight little nipple, feeling the nub harden between his fingers. He rubbed his big cock between Jax's legs.

Pulling Jax's feet up against his shoulders, he spit on his hand and rubbed the head of his cock. Pressing against Jax's butt, he worked his way inside. Jax didn't make a sound, but he couldn't help letting the pain show on his face. His body automatically tried to escape the pole pushing its way inside of him. JD went slow, not because he wanted to minimize the pain, but because he wanted it to last longer.

JD liked watching the young boy squirm in pain under him. The fact that it wasn't him in pain under his pa, was an aphrodisiac all of its own. When the head of his cock finally popped inside, he began rapidly fucking with little short thrusts, the way his pa did it to him. The feeling in his cock was wonderful, and he still had the delicious anticipation of shoving his shaft deep inside the boy later.

Fully engaged in the wonderful rape, he snatched up the knife and with one quick flick, cut a long line across Jax's right pec. Jax screamed from the sting of the sharp blade. Blood oozed out of the wound and began to drip down his chest. Leaning in, JD lapped up the blood and licked at the wound, pressing his tongue into it. Jax now understood where the scars came from.

As far back as JD could remember, his pa had told him he would have preferred his ma had given him a daughter to fuck. Since she didn't, he would make do, fucking his ass instead. He knew it was a parent's right to do whatever they wanted to with their kids. Some day he would have kids of his own to do things to.

Most nights his pa would come into his room, throw off the covers and fuck him until he got himself off. Sometimes his pa was already in his ass before he woke up enough to know what was happening. It hurt like hell when he was just a young kid, but it wasn't so bad anymore. He knew his pa liked him better when he was a little boy, but he still got off doing things to him even now.

When he took him into the woods, he always made JD strip. Pa liked to manhandle his big cock and balls. Sometimes he would string him up to a tree limb, letting him hang by his arms for long periods of time while he pulled at his balls or whipped his ass with a willow switch. Sometimes he fucked him like that and then milked him until he had no more spunk to give. Pa also liked to make him bleed. He never cut his face or his privates but most anywhere else was fair game. When he threatened to force the knife up his ass, he was never quite sure he wouldn't really do it.

JD wanted a boy of his own. Maybe pa could figure out a way to let him have this one. He sure liked having his cock inside of this pretty boy. With another flick of his wrist, he cut another line just below the first one.

ooo

Liam had lit the paper fuse and scampered up into the wood framed chimney chase. The idea was to create a small smoky fire that would vent out the top of the house. If there was one thing the folks around here watched for, it was smoke. Anything more than thin wisps of chimney smoke got folks real excited. Everyone who lives in the mountain forest – fears a fire.

It was impossible to tell how much time had passed, but nothing seemed to be happening. It was likely the paper had gone out, even though Liam had taken a couple of rolls of it up with him.

I had praised Liam endlessly for being so brave. Even though it had not worked, we had at least tried. The corporal was prodding dad, trying to keep him awake. I knew he was sick with worry about Jax. Who knew what they were doing to him right now.

Liam leaned back against me; his skin warm against mine as the night air cooled. I kissed the top of his head as we settled in to get some sleep before the torture started in again tomorrow. Each of us reliving in our dreams, the nightmare we had lived through during the day.

ooo

"Fuck him harder or I am going to fuck both of you," the captain threatened.

JD held Jax's legs out wide, letting him sink his cock in deeper. Jax took big breaths, trying not to cry out. Speeding up the rhythm, JD moved his long cock all the way out to the head and back in until his balls slapped the boy's ass.

"That's it boy, use that nice big cock of yours," his pa encouraged as he stroked his own.

He liked watching those big balls bounce against the boy's ass. He had to admit his son's equipment was bigger than his own. Maybe it was just that he was so lean and muscled it looked that way. No, he really did have some exceptional assets, including that tight butt of his.

He could hardly wait for tomorrow. He wanted to see this pretty boy take that rod up his penis. Maybe he should get one for his son. He could fuck his ass and his cock at the same time. That would be hot. He continued to listen to the wet sound of his son fucking Paul's boy and the thought of it sent him over the edge.

The bedroom door swung open hard and banged back against the door stop. Billy barged in without knocking and waiting for permission.

"Fire!" Billy yelled into the room.

"What the fuck!"

The captain fumbled with his zipper, putting his cock away. Billy stopped and stared at JD who continued to fuck a boy on the bed.

"There's a fire on the roof!" Billy yelled excitedly, not taking his eyes from what JD was doing.

"Well put it out," the captain yelled back. "What are you waiting for?"

"I think it's too late. The power is still out so the water pump won't even work. We got nothing to put it out with even if we could get up there near it."

"God damn it," the captain cursed, rushing out of the room.

JD continued to fuck and Billy watched the big cock going in and out of the boy's little butt hole. He had never seen JD naked before and he certainly never knew he liked to fuck boys. Wait until the other guys heard about this?

With a loud groan, JD released Jax's legs and collapsed on top of him as his cock squirted again and again, coating the boy's insides.

Chapter 6
The Rescue

This is the channel 5 WCYB news from Johnson City Tennessee. We are on location at a fire right on the Tennessee North Carolina border. As you can see here behind me, the original hunting lodge here on Frasier's ridge is on fire. The local fire departments are arriving now and attempting to keep it from spreading to the nearby forest which could endanger other homes and towns in the area.

I understand there were people inside the lodge including several children. The local regiment of the militia, the Mountain Boys, were here in time to rescue them. These men are heroes. As you can see the buildings are fully engaged in the fire and it is doubtful if the Mountain Boys had not been here, if anyone would have survived. We currently do not know if there are any casualties. We will keep you posted on further developments.

This is Julie Newman from the channel 5 news, now back to the studio.

"These people need to go to the hospital right now," the young paramedic argued. "I don't know what happened here, but they have severe injuries besides smoke inhalation. They need to go to the hospital, and they need to go now!"

The paramedic had arrived with the first responders. After a cursory inspection of the injured adults and children, he wanted to call in multiple ambulances. The Mountain Boys, some of whom he knew personally, would not let him.

"Those men are criminals, and they aren't going anywhere," the captain countered. "We are making citizen arrests and everyone here is under our authority. Now I suggest you go on back to your station because you are not needed here. I will have one of my men escort you."

"I hope you know what you are doing, Jimmy. If something happens to one of those kids, there is going to be hell to pay."

Calling over his second in command, the captain knew he needed to get the situation under control.

"Bobby, get everyone cleared out of here except the firemen," the captain instructed. "Bring around your truck, we need to get the prisoners out of sight. I think one of those damn kids started that fire. You wait until I get my hands on them again."

"I don't know about this Jimmy, that reporter saw them," Bobby complained. "I suspect the sheriff is going to be here pretty soon. If he was watching the news, he is going to ask questions."

"Just do what I said. I will handle the sheriff."

Most of the men were helping the firefighters get setup or talking among themselves in small groups. The prisoners were either sitting or lying on the grass in the common, as far away from the burning buildings as possible. The fire would get rid of most of the incriminating evidence. There was no way the volunteer fire departments with their limited pumper trucks were going to be able to do much except keep the fire from spreading. Without a much larger water source it was a foregone conclusion that the compound buildings would burn to the ground. What evidence was not destroyed by the fire would be covered up by the coroner who was a secret militia member.

The militia had members and sympathizers in all the local fire, police, and sheriff departments as well as throughout the military. This was a bold move, but there was no doubt in the captain's mind that they would be able to pull it off. It was time for citizens to protect their own and not let the government invade their neighborhoods.

"Hurry it up!" the captain urged, anxious to get the last of the evidence out of sight. "You men there, get over here and give us a hand."

Opening the tail gate of the big Ford F-250, the men carried or dragged the men over and got them up into the truck bed. Everyone from the lodge had been saved, but only two men from the bunk house had been selected for rescue. Private Tillman in the mother-in-law apartment over the garage, was considered high risk. After the ordeal she had been put through, it was likely she would tattle and name names. It was decided she would be 'collateral damage'.

The men were either dazed from smoke inhalation or injured bad enough that they gave no resistance to being loaded like sacks of flour. The younger boys whimpered and cried between bouts of coughing, still in shock from their narrow escape from the fire. Only David and Jax were coherent enough to understand their opportunity for rescue disappeared the moment they were hauled away.

I should have tried harder when the reporter was here. David thought, even though he knew the militia men would not have let him call out to her. There was no doubt that once they were away, the torture and beatings would resume. How long could they survive if that happened?

"Bobby, take them over to the old township hall," the captain said as the last of the prisoners were loaded and the tailgate closed. "It should be empty and out of sight. I will be over with the rest of the boys as soon as we have finished here."

Bobby started the truck and rolled down the window. One of his men rode shot gun while another got in the back with the prisoners. Putting the truck in gear, he headed for the roadway that would take him down to the gate. The headlights shone on an older woman in a long dress and shawl walking up the drive, blocking the path.

"Jimmy, you get your ass down here right this minute," the woman said in a loud raspy voice. "What the hell do you think you are doing? You boys are in a heap of trouble. Don't make me come all the way up there."

"Ah Mama," Jimmy replied, sounding annoyed. "You should go on home; this has nothing to do with you."

"Don't you be telling me what my business is," she demanded, standing square in front of the big truck. "Now you let those people loose. You don't want to get me riled up."

"This is militia business and none of yours," Jimmy persisted. "We are just protecting ourselves from the government coming in and spying on us."

"Ain't nobody interested in spying on you. I don't mind you boys playing soldier, but now you have done and gone too far," she scolded. "I got your sister over there in the tree line, and she always was a better shot than you ever thought of being. Now don't make me tell you again."

"I'm not falling for that," Jimmy scoffed. "Now go on home and let us get on with our business."

The sound of a rifle echoed over the hilltop, drowning out for a moment the sound of crackling flames. A spurt of dirt shot up near Jimmy's feet.

"God damn it woman. You are embarrassing me in front of my men."

"You are going to be a lot more embarrassed when you are missing a toe," she admonished moving around to the back of the truck. "I got more than just your sister up there, so if you were thinking of trying something you better think again."

Mama was not known by any other name, just Mama. One name, like Cher or Madonna. Mama was part of the Donley clan, Scottish immigrants that settled the area way back in the eighteenth century and owned big tracts of land in the Appalachian highlands. Everyone knew Mama and Mama knew everyone.

While some underestimated the older country woman, nothing happened in this part of the mountains without her say so. Word had come to her from her sources that something was going on up here. Some guy named Buster had warned the military and the alarm had rippled down from there. Mama was smart enough to know what was going on here was going to bring down a heap of trouble on all of them. While she might agree with them in theory, taking on the military, the FBI and the local sheriff was just plain stupid.

Looking over the men and boys in the back of the truck, she had a pretty good idea what had been done to them. Now it was up to her to figure out a way to smooth this over and it wasn't going to be easy.

"Get your men out of here," Mama told Jimmy. "Sometimes I don't know what went wrong with you. Your pa must have dropped you on your head or something. Don't think I don't know what your pa did with you when you was growing up, but that is no excuse now."

"Ah Mama, don't talk like that," Jimmy said, embarrassed his men might hear her.

"Don't you be hushing me. I know you been doing the same thing with that boy of yours and I don't say nothing all this time," Mama said sternly. "Now you gone too far, Jimmy. Somebody is got to take the fall for this. You know that. I'll do the best I can, but you gonna have to pay the piper. Now git!"

Jimmy spoke to his second in command and they spread the word. The men disappeared back into the woods as quickly and quietly as they had arrived.

Chapter 7
The Recovery

That strange old woman had arranged a ride for them and they had wasted no time sneaking away. Eventually they would have to go back to answer questions, but not yet. They needed time to recover and not be poked and prodded, explaining over and over what happened.

The dads and their boys drove a few hours through the mountains to Paul's house in Salem. By the time they arrived, most of the night was gone. Since there were only two bedrooms, the three younger boys crashed in Jax and Luke's room while the adults and David shared the other one. They slept most of the next day after doing some quick first aid to Jax's cuts. The rest of the injuries would have to heal on their own.

Waking only for food, it was evening again before anyone felt like talking. Arriving dressed in rescue blankets, most of them didn't have any clothes. Somehow, it didn't feel odd to be naked with each other after what they had been through.

As they congregated in Paul's bedroom, Jax told what had happened to him while he was separated from the rest and they told him all about Liam setting the fire.

"I'm so sorry that boy hurt you," Paul said to Jax. "I am sorry for everything you and Luke had to go through."

"It's okay dad," Jax said, "It wasn't your fault. JD's pa treated him really bad. It reminded me how good you are to us. While he was inside of me, I just pretended it was you."

"Really," Paul said, astonished. "You would want me to…be inside you?"

"Maybe," Jax admitted. "I never felt that before and I might want that, if it was you."

Jax crawled over the bed to his dad and Paul hugged him. Hearing Jax confess he might want to be fucked by his dad left the picture of it in everyone's mind. One thing about being naked, it is difficult to hide what you are feeling. Everyone's cock was a little harder after that confession.

"The compound is gone commander, what will you do now?" Paul asked.

"I think it is time to get away from the military," David senior acknowledged. "I am tired of looking over my shoulder and endangering my boys. I will turn over the project to someone else as soon as I can and get out."

"Thank you, thank you, thank you," David junior chanted with his hands folded in mock prayer.

"And then what?" questioned Paul.

"Well, I think it is time we did something for ourselves," the commander said, thinking out loud. "We could rebuild the lodge for us to live in and then invite like-minded families to build somewhere in the compound. We could build a ridge road around the holler and sell off lots to raise money for a community clubhouse. I was hoping you and the boys would come and live with us."

"I was hoping you would ask," Paul said taking the commander's hand.

David moved closer and put his hand on his dad's leg.

"I think that is a great idea," he said enthusiastically. "I would like some good-looking brothers to play with."

The comment was both playful and suggestive as David looked at Jax and then Luke.

"What about me?" Liam asked anxiously, crawling over to sit in David's lap.

"You are already my good-looking brother," David assured the little boy, hugging him back against his chest, while placing his other hand strategically in the little boy's lap.

"I have been thinking I would ask for a hardship discharge. After what happened and my wife leaving me, they might allow me to resign. I have enough time served, I am hoping they will let me cut short my current tour of duty."

"I might know some people who could help with that," the commander said, nodding his head.

While the men talked, Jax sat by his dad, letting his hand slide up and down his thigh. While everyone was distracted, he let his hand slide higher until his fingers touched the tip of his dad's uncircumcised cock. He had never willingly touched his dad this way before and it excited him in a way that he was not sure he fully understood yet. Casually, he continued to run his fingers over the soft head and feel the heft of it as it grew in his hand.

"What did you mean by like-minded people…uh?" Paul stammered as he felt what Jax was doing.

"That's what I mean," the commander stated, nodding at the hand in Paul's crotch.

Everyone watched now as Jax closed his hand around his dad's hard cock and slowly moved the soft skin of his shaft back and forth.

"Hmm, well this is something new," Paul admitted blushing, "Not that I am complaining."

"We need a place where we can be ourselves and our boys can be free to explore their sexuality without interference or condemnation," the commander declared.

Since Jax was being so brave, David moved his hand so that everyone could see that he had been playing with Liam's little cock and it was trying to stand up like a big boy. Everyone's eyes followed his finger as it stroked under and over the hard little rod. Since everyone was watching the show, he also played with his sensitive nipple which always caused the boy to squirm around.

"But what about the militia," Paul returned to the conversation in spite of having his cock stroked and watching Liam being teased. "Won't they just come back if we rebuild?"

"Bring it on," the commander challenged, "We will be ready for them this time. With the military out of the way, I could arrange some surprises for them that would teach them to leave us alone."

David laid Liam down on his stomach across his lap, giving everyone a good view of his butt. Wetting his finger, he traced a line down his back continuing down between his little boy butt crack. He seemed to have everyone's attention now, as he used his finger to tease and massage his sphincter. Watching the boy's face, they watched to see if a boy that young would enjoy the attention his ass was receiving. No one knew that Liam had already taken the equivalent of a small wooden fist up his ass. The gentle teasing fingers felt wonderful in comparison.

Jax remembered how he had opened up JD's hole with his tongue and he wanted to try doing the same to Liam. Crawling over to where David was holding the little boy, he pushed his head between Liam's legs and began working his way down to his pucker.

"Wow, I guess my boys have learned a few things from all of this," Paul mused.

David helped Jax get access to the boy's entryway by holding his butt cheeks wide. Everyone watched Jax bath the area with his tongue before pushing the tip inside. Liam squirmed even more with the wet tongue working its way in. With all the moving and squirming, David was hard as a rock and wondering what to do about it.

"What do you think now?" the commander asked Paul, nodding towards where Jax was on his hands and knees with his head between Liam's legs and his hard cock dangling down between his legs in front of his dad.

"Until they forced me to…I had never," Paul licked his lips. "Have you and David?"

"Oh, yeah," the commander grinned back.

"I would like to…see that," Paul admitted, suddenly shy.

Hearing the conversation between the two men, David was anxious to please. Just thinking of the handsome man wanting to watch him get fucked, was enough to turn David on. Interrupting Liam and Jax, he moved over until he could lay down with his head towards the foot of the bed. He gave them a good look at his body with his hard cock bouncing up and down with anticipation before he turned over on his stomach and spread his legs in front of them.

Jax took the invitation to move in and again apply his tongue to another asshole. David felt the nice warm tongue and arched his back so Jax could get all the way in. Feeling the wet tongue slip inside was an unexpected delight and he pushed back trying to get as much of it in him as possible. As Jax wetted and opened up David's entrance, Paul reached for his son's cock enjoying the feel of it in his hand for the first time. Why had he never done this before?

When the commander moved between David's legs, Jax reluctantly backed off to sit next to his father. Luke sat by himself, unsure if he wanted to be touched after the traumatic experience of being forcibly fucked by both his brother and his dad. He watched curiously. It was totally different, watching someone else being willingly fucked. He felt conflicted and confused.

When the commander pressed his cock against David's ass, David arched his back and pressed back against him. The cock slid in and David pressed back until he could feel his father's balls against him. They held that position, the commander's cock pulsing and David's sphincter opening and contracting around it.

Jax reached over and gripped his father's cock again as Paul did the same to him. David slowly pulled himself off of his dad's cock and then impaled himself on it again. The commander pulled his son up on his knees, pulling him back against his chest as he gripped his pecs with both hands. Again, David moved his hips, pulling out before shoving himself back onto his dad's pole.

Paul watched his son Luke, unsure of what to do for him. Would encouraging him to join in scare the boy or would leaving him alone make him feel left out? He ached for the way Luke had been introduced to his sexuality and he just didn't know how to fix it.

David pushed the commander down on his back and straddled him. Positioning himself, he lowered himself onto the big hard cock. The bystanders around the bed marveled that the thick rod could fit up inside of the small waisted boy. Sliding slowly up and down, his cock bounced in front of him as he fucked himself.

It was always a turn on when his dad fucked him, but being watched was a pleasure all of its own. As David drove the commander to the edge of his endurance, he flipped David on his back to pile drive himself to the finish. Slowly pulling out his softening cock, he left David wanting more.

When David's eyes met Paul's, it was obvious there was an open invitation if he wanted to take it. Paul looked at the commander and got a small nod in return. It was difficult to believe the commander was willing to share his handsome athletic black-haired son. Moving forward, he couldn't wait to sink his cock into the same warm hole the commander had just seeded.

David wanted to hold out for a long time while the beautiful solder he had idolized plowed him. Being penetrated by both his dad and the corporal had built up a pressure that couldn't be held back. Spilling over on himself much too quickly, he was willing to stay until the corporal had a chance to satisfy himself.

Jax had other plans and when David spewed, he saw his opportunity to take his place. On his back in front of his dad, he spread his legs as an invitation for his dad to connect physically with him in the most intimate way for the first time. Paul wanted to have the kind of relationship the commander had with his son. There was no pain, guilt, fear or awkwardness between them. When they fucked, it was the most natural thing in the world. Now, it was at least possible that he could experience the same with Jaxon.

As the two connected, they held each other's gaze as though no one else existed in the room. It was a new level of intimacy never before achieved between the two. As he looked down and saw his beautiful son accept him into his body with a look of wonder on his face, he was grateful that such a beautiful thing could have come from their recent nightmarish experience.

Paul was gentle, knowing there would be lots of other times to experiment. For now, he was content with just being together. Jax had not gained relief since JD's rape had left him frustrated and horny. Now that what he had fantasized in his head was actually coming true, it was more than his young body could control. His cock almost immediately started to leak pre-cum as his dad stroked his insides with his cock. Jax held on for a while longer before erupting in several spurts that coated his face and hair.

While everyone else was satiated, Luke looked troubled. Paul withdrew and moved around the bed to where Luke was still watching. Coming up behind him, he put his arms around his boy. He meant to hug and comfort him, but got an unexpected response.

Luke struck out against his dad's hug, fighting off the arms around him. He got to his feet and started for the door. Jax blocked him, trying to find out what was wrong. Luke hit his brother, knocking him aside and running out of the room. Both Paul and Jax looked stunned.

"Let me try," David offered, "I have a brother about his age that I took care of most of his life."

David found Luke cowering on the floor of his bedroom closet. He approached with caution.

"Hey, Luke," David greeted the upset boy, "What's going on?"

"Stay away," Luke warned. "I mean it."

"Here, let me draw a line," David improvised using some dirty clothes left on the floor to represent a line on the carpet between them. "I won't cross that line, okay?"

Grabbing one of the rescue blankets he sat down cross legged just across the line from where Luke sat in the closet.

"You want a blanket to cover up with?" David asked, pushing the blanket across the line.

Luke picked up the blanket and huddled under it, draping it over his shoulders.

"I don't want them to do that to me," he said emphatically, gesturing at the other bedroom where the others were still gathered.

"No one is going to do anything to you unless you want them to," I assured him. "You know those men forced Jax and your dad to fuck you don't you. They didn't have a choice."

"I know that!" Luke snapped back angrily. "It wasn't just that it hurt, it was the hands. I still feel hands holding me down."

"Me too," David admitted, "When I close my eyes."

"Me too," Luke paused. "But you let them fuck you."

"Because it is my dad," David added, "And he loves me."

"Me too," Luke admitted to himself.

They sat together in silence for a while.

"I have a brother about your age," David confided. "We used to live in a closet. It was dark in there because there were no windows."

"A closet?" Luke questioned, while remembering the pitch-black pantry. "Why would you want to live in a closet?"

"Our step dad would sometimes come and get my brother in the middle of the night and beat him. Jason always came to bed very scared. He let me hold him until he went to sleep and sometimes when he cried, I would put my fingers in his mouth to suck on. It made him feel better."

After considering for a few minutes, Luke abandoned the blanket and crawled across the line to put his head in David's lap. When he began to sob softly, David put his fingers in his mouth.

Chapter 8
The Reboot

This is the channel 5 WCYB news from Johnson City Tennessee. We honor the 5 soldiers who died in the tragic fire on Frasier Ridge last week. The soldiers from Fort Bragg, were on temporary assignment in the area according to an official from the public affairs office. Names have been withheld until the next of kin have all been notified. The governor has ordered all flags at half-mast as we remember our fallen heroes.

This is Julie Newman from the channel 5 news.

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We were still working out the kinks of all living together in Paul's little house in Salem. Luke and Liam share a bed in the boy's room, but Jax and I take turns sleeping between the two dads in their room. We cherish the extra attention when one or both wake up horny in the middle of the night.

Luke is recovering slowly. Liam seems to be able to get inside the protective shell Luke has built around himself. He still wakes sometimes with nightmares about the hands. I confess, so do I.

Everyone is excited about getting back to the mountains as soon as possible. I miss a lot of things, but most of all, not having to share one bathroom.

"Do you think we should rebuild a log lodge, or a modern house like we had in the city?" Dad asked me over breakfast.

"I love the logs, but maybe we could have floor to ceiling windows like the old house," I mused. "Do you think we could have part of the drive paved for a place to play basketball?"

"Since there are eventually going to be more kids around, maybe we should setup an area as a playground or park," Dad proposed.

"Yeah, down by the swimming hole," I said enthusiastically, "That would be awesome. And a jogging trail all the way around the compound. I bet that would be at least 3K, wouldn't it?"

"We are going to need a new computer room, one that we can share," Dad said excitedly. "I am sure going to miss that control room."

"All that sounds like a lot of money," Paul said cautiously.

"I have the licensing rights to a commercial version of Buster's voice chip," the commander said. "Of course, we couldn't call it Buster. I thought maybe Alex."

"Yeah, that's a good name," David chimed in.

"I have already sold licensing to an entrepreneur in the UK. He wants to come up with a cheap commercial version of Buster. It wouldn't be as smart without the super computer but he is working on an alternative," Dad said, getting his geek on. "He doesn't think families will want a male voice in the house, too intimidating. He wants to switch to a female voice. I think he plans on naming it Alexa.

"Cute, the feminine version of Alex," David theorized, "Think it will sell?"

"Hmm. Could be," Dad mused. "He said he might already have a potential buyer. Some online book store."

"Whatever happens, as long as we are together, we will be just fine."

The End