Introduction

Assuming you accept the validity of creationism as described by western Christianity, then it is an unequivocal fact that God created the circumstances of, and condoned the first instance of incest. For the story of Adam and Eve to work, it is inevitable that their children had sex with each other. Or, more likely, the parents had sex with their progeny. It is also a foregone conclusion that Adam and Eve had premarital sex since marriage was not yet a thing until 2350 B.C. in Mesopotamia.

If the creator did not intend for children to have sex, then why doesn't puberty come at the age of 19 or 20 instead of as early as 11 or 12? If you believe God intelligently created people, then you must believe in child sexuality. Biology and hormones exist and are scientifically proven and socially accepted.

Babies and toddlers, particularly boys, quickly discover rubbing themselves against the carpet, the bed, or anything else is pleasurable. Boys figure out early on, letting the family pet lick their penis, feels good. How many young men have been embarrassed when found with their equipment sucked into the hose of an industrial strength Shop-Vac or legs splayed with their boxers around their ankles while whacking their pud in wild abandon? Psychologists acknowledge that children are curious about their bodies and everyone else's long before puberty. If God gave curiosity and hormones to children just to deny them relief, then he is at best a sadist. Please understand, I do not judge, lest I be judged, but by the strictures of modern western Christian religion – God is a pervert!

Studies have hinted that religious sexual repression can be as harmful as sexual coercion. Mommy slapping little Tommy's hand and telling him not to touch himself or poor little Catholic boys having to confess to a mysterious god advocate through a grill in a closet, could be just as traumatic as a stranger touching his little pee-pee. Teenage girls taking it up the ass because they signed a pledge to not have vaginal sex until married, seems to twist sexuality and abstinence into a paradox. Finally, don't we realistically have to consider a connection between celibacy and altar boys? Can we be brave enough to admit, where sex is concerned, religion is all fucked up?

Religion and its influence on society and government have erased the lines between rape and date sex between a boy at the age of consent and a girl who is not, regardless of the actual difference in ages. The difference between a cute photo of a nude baby on a bear skin rug and child pornography. The recognition of a loving intimate relationship between a father, his son, and child abuse.

At Family Camp, we strive to provide a sanctuary, free from outside interference that damages our social, sexual and intellectual health and that of our children. We believe that society, religion and government have no moral or legal authority to dictate what is appropriate in a loving healthy family within the privacy of their own home and an inclusive community.

Chapter One
If you build it – they will come

"…like a wise man who built his house on the rock. And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock…"

Matthew 7:24

Where there had once been a grand lodge, bunk house and garage apartment, there was now just charred remains. The fire had consumed everything including life as I knew it. The attack by the Mountain Boys militia had stripped away all my physical possessions. The government had stripped away the rest.

Corporal Paul Thomas, potentially my new partner, had returned to the military under threat of charges of being AWOL and desertion. His wife, who had abandoned her family, was filing for divorce and custody of Paul's two boys Jax and Luke. The court had granted her temporary custody, so the boys were gone already. Paul was living on the base while he waited for a ruling on his request for a hardship discharge.

My son, David, had been subpoenaed to testify against the Chicago sex ring he had accidentally become entangled with. I arranged for him to be protected at military school along with his brother Jason, while the trial dragged on. Liam, the little guy I had rescued from the Chicago sex ring along with David, was taken into child protective custody and I was charged with kidnapping, since I had taken him over state lines.

If that is not bad enough, there is also talk about charging David with arson and me with manslaughter, because five soldiers died in the fire David set that led to our rescue while being imprisoned and tortured by the Mountain Boys militia regiment.

Now I am living in a dumpy house trailer on 165 acres of old growth forest in the middle of the Appalachian highlands. Alone, depressed and wondering how it all went so terribly wrong. Other than construction crews, I have not been in contact with anyone. I am content to drown myself in booze and self-pity. The crews are constructing access roads for a new housing development I envisioned creating for my family. Since they have all been taken from me, there doesn't seem to be much purpose to it any more.

When I heard a knock at the door late at night, I was both suspicious and defensive. Opening the door, I saw who it was and immediately hit him hard enough to knock him down.

"Nice to see you too," the teenager said from where he was sprawled on the ground nursing his jaw.

"You got some nerve showing up here after raping and cutting Jax like that," I accused him.

"You're right," he admitted. "I do."

"You water boarded those soldiers, and I am not entirely sure you didn't murder them by leaving them to burn up in the fire," I spit at him, getting angrier by the moment.

"Right again. Now, would you listen to me for a moment anyway?"

I hate it when people agree with me. It leaves you with nowhere to go. JD was the son of the leader of the militia regiment that had attacked the compound and tortured the soldiers who were guarding the military project I was involved with. Paul was one of those soldiers and his two boys, Jax and Luke were visiting for the duration of his duty assignment. JD had personally taken Jax, raped him and cut him with a knife before he was interrupted by the lodge being on fire. I suspected the militia purposely left five soldiers restrained in the buildings and let them die in the fire that had alerted the locals and brought them to our rescue.

"You are a sadistic son of a bitch and give me one good reason that I should listen to you," I challenged.

"Because I could be your sadistic son of a bitch," JD replied.

It gave me pause.

"Okay, you can come in," I agreed, moving away from the door.

He sat at the table, and I plunked a beer down in front of him.

"You are going to need a full-time caretaker around here and I have a lot of experience running farm machinery and repairing stuff. I'm good with my hands," he bragged.

"Wait, you are asking me for a job?" I asked incredulously. "Oh my god you little fucker, you think I would have the rapist of my partner's son hanging around. How do you think that would make him feel?"

"I could make it up to him, if given the chance," JD suggested. "I figure I can take whatever he wants to dish out to get even."

"You are saying you will be a fourteen-year-old kid's bitch?" I confirmed. "And what makes you think I need a caretaker?"

The kid took a long pull on his beer and then pulled his shirt up over his head and let it drop to the floor. He was not exceptionally good looking, but his body was hard as nails. There were strange scar lines across his arms and chest.

"I liked that boy, and I would rather be his bitch than my pa's," he stated emphatically. "I know the excavation crew you got coming in here and they make roads. Only reason you would make a road like that is to get to houses. You are going to build houses or sell land so other people can build houses on it."

"You are not wrong," I admitted to him. The beer was helping me mellow out a little.

"If you are going to have people like you moving in here, there will be some trouble. I could help with that. I know everyone around here and I have been my pa's enforcer for a while now."

Wow, that little bombshell needed some explanation. And, did he think all he had to do was show a little skin and I would roll over for him? How much did he really know I wondered? It was like we were negotiating at two different levels simultaneously. On one level he was offering to work for me and on a different level he was offering – what?

"What do you mean people like me? And what exactly are you enforcing for your pa?" I interrogated.

"Whenever someone doesn't do what pa wants, it is up to me to change their mind. I am good at it. I could help you."

The skinny teenager stood up and dropped his pants. I was left staring at a good-sized matching set of cock and balls.

"My pa used me since I was little," he confessed, looking down submissively. "I'm not that little anymore, but you could fuck me whenever you wanted."

Whoa, did I want to tap that? The strip tease definitely had me off balance. Stripping meant he knew something about 'people like me'. It also seemed to indicate he didn't care. Jax told me the scars on JD were from his pa slicing on him with a knife. Was he just trying to get away from that or was he sent here to spy on me for his pa and the militia? On the other hand, keep your friends close and your enemies' closer.

"You have the strangest interview technique I have ever seen," I told him in disbelief. "But I have to say, it is quite effective. Don't think this makes us best buds. I still don't trust you, but I might be willing to give you a chance."

He nodded, bending down to remove his shoes. His butt was hard and flat, and his ribs were clearly visible along his sides and back. I wondered when he last had a decent meal. When he straightened up again, he was naked.

"I have a camp over on the other side of the holler," he said apologetically. "I hope that is okay."

"Yeah, and you can take a shower before you get dressed and go," I instructed. "There is a razor in there. I like my boys smooth."

He nodded like he was used to those kinds of orders. I watched his ass as he walked down the hallway to the shower. If he was roughing it at a campsite without running water, I figured he would appreciate access to the bathroom and a shower. It was the least I could do. Tossing down the last of my beer, I headed to the bedroom in the back to get ready for bed and to do some much needed thinking.

The boy was perceptive; it was hard to keep a secret in the mountains. Everyone had a mind to know everyone else's business. If word got around about my intentions for Family Camp, there would be trouble. Having someone who wasn't afraid to get their hands wet might come in handy. There was a day I would never have considered such tactics. Those days are long gone.

Sitting up against the head board of the bed, I saw JD come out of the shower and return to the table where his clothes and the rest of his beer waited for him. He drank the beer, and then came back down the hallway to the bedroom. Standing at the edge of the bed he presented himself. The wispy hairs on his face were gone as well as his pubes. It always surprises me when a skinny guy strips down and has this big fat cock between their legs. It just seems like it should be skinny, like the rest of their body. Nope, that sucker was swinging around down there just waiting to be called to action. His balls matched the dong; hanging big, low and completely smooth. I felt I should say – something.

"You look good," I complimented him. I watched the swinging dick like a hypnotist's pendulum.

"I even shaved my ass," he said turning around and spreading his cheeks.

The crack of his ass was completely hairless, and his pucker didn't look any worse for wear. Staring at his 'assets' I was reminded that I had an open invitation to poke that. As tempting as it was, he seemed like a lost little kid looking for my approval. I suppose he didn't get much of that from his pa. Maybe I am just a sucker for a hard luck story.

"You can sleep here if you want," I suggested, pulling back the covers.

"Don't you want to fuck me?" he asked.

"I'll give you a pass, it being your first night on the job and all."

It isn't every day a teenager offers to let me fuck him. It is even more inconceivable that I would turn one down. Especially since I liked looking at his body, all hard angles and corded muscle. This kid was like a loaded gun under your pillow. I needed to remember he had waterboarded restrained human beings until they passed out. There was something dark and broken inside of this boy.

In the morning I woke with my arm around JD, his head on my chest and his morning hard-on against my leg. It was the way my son David slept but, JD was certainly no substitute for David. I carefully extracted myself from the boy's body and took my morning shower.

By the time I was finished, JD was gone. After breakfast it was time to figure out what the construction crews were up to. They didn't really need my supervision, but there was always some coordination and timing needed between the different crews.

When I stepped out of the trailer, JD was talking to the excavation crew owner. As soon as he saw me, he came over. Shirtless, with baggy jeans that hung low enough you could tell he was commando; he looked the part of a local mountain boy.

"Travis says the crew will be done with the rough cut today for the entire ridge road," JD said, getting right down to business. "If you want your utility lines laid, he could trench it for you tomorrow."

"You know Travis?" I asked.

"Oh yeah," he assured me. "Best damn excavator around these parts. Knows how to work these steep grades."

"I will call the electrical crew and get them to lay the power and fiber optic lines," I said to myself.

"Oh, Travis can do all that," he added, putting his hands in his jean pockets which put them in danger of falling. "Travis works with all the crews around here. All he needs is the wire and fiber spools and they delivered those already."

"Great," I said, amused that he was taking over so quickly, "Guess I am not needed then."

"Just figured you had more important stuff to do," the boy said in an apologetic tone. "If I did wrong, just tell me."

"No, you did good."

From then on JD managed the crews and made practical suggestions based on his intimate knowledge of the mountains and Frasier's Ridge. I stopped worrying about the physical construction, and with the time it freed up, I started working on a new AI [artificial intelligence] to manage Family Camp security and administration.

Chapter Two
The First Family

"Start children off on the way they should go, and even when they are old, they will not turn from it."

Proverbs 22:6

"Boss, there's a big RV bus pulled in down by the gate," JD informed me, sticking his head into the trailer where I was working. "I think they might be potential buyers. They seem to be looking around."

The gate was left open until the construction crews were finished. Since there had been no effort to tell anyone about Family Camp, I assumed the RV was just someone being nosey.

"Thanks, I will head down in a minute."

The ridge road that ran all around the outside upper border of the holler was finished. The crew was now working on an inner loop that ran around the bottom of the valley inside of the steep ridges. From bottom to top, the holler started at an elevation of 3,000 feet [914m] at the gate and topped out at 5,500 feet [1676m] at the old lodge clearing. Not high as far as mountains go, but running the 3 mile [5km] ridge road up and down the 1,500 vertical feet [457m] was still a real workout. I kept an ATV [all-terrain vehicle] to get around on. Within minutes I had pulled up next to the fancy motor coach parked just inside the entrance.

"Hello folks, what can I do for you?" I said, trying to be friendly.

The couple were maybe early 30's, well dressed and athletic looking. Something told me they were not locals.

"Hey there, sorry to just barge in like this," the young man said apologetically. "We heard about Family Camp on Frasier's Ridge and we just knew we had to check it out."

"I'm sorry, as you can see, we are not ready to open yet," I apologized, although I had no idea why I was doing that. "May I ask how you heard about us? We have not advertised."

In fact, Family Camp was supposed to be a well-kept secret.

"Ah, yes of course, you would be concerned," the man said looking uncomfortable. "Perhaps we should discuss this over a drink. Please, would you join us in our motor coach and I will explain."

Climbing up into the palace on wheels, it was as impressive as it looked from the outside. Gesturing towards an L shaped leather seating area; he took the captain's chair opposite.

"My name is Robert Brooks and this is my wife, Cindy. We are from Chicago and have become good friends with your son David and his mentor Raymond."

Raymond was an old commando buddy of mine who was doing a temporary teaching stint at the military school that David and Jason were attending. I had asked Raymond to protect David while he was required to cooperate with the FBI. He wasn't exactly a mentor, but I could see how that would be a convenient explanation of their relationship.

"Come out here boys," Robert called, "I want someone to meet you."

Two boys came from the back of the coach. They looked to be twins and had Asian features. I guessed them at ten to twelve years of age.

"These are our sons Kai and Kaleb," Robert said proudly. "Come, please say hello to our guest."

While most boys that age are shy, these two immediately came up to me, bowed and then held out their hand for me to shake. I was acquainted with Asian customs enough to appreciate the sign of respect. The fact that they shook hands suggested they had been in this country for some time.

"Please sir, be welcome," Kai said politely, shaking my hand. "David has told us so much about you."

"Is it true you are a computer genius and made an AI for the military?" Kaleb asked, also shaking my hand. "We learn computers at school, but we want to learn much more."

Kai sat close enough to me on one side that our legs touched. Kaleb sat on the edge of the seat on my other side looking into my face with his hand on my knee. Their shiny black hair, dark eyes, button noses and bronzed skin were undeniably adorable.

"I was working with the military, but now I want to create a smart system for here," I struggled to explain to the kids, while trying to ignore the 'computer genius' comment.

"Have you achieved true 'Theory of Mind'?" Kai asked. "What kind of database will you use?"

"David says you fuck him whenever he wants," Kaleb stated as though reporting the weather, "Is that true?"

I choked for a moment before recovering. David and I were going to have a very long and serious conversation about his over-sharing.

"True 'Theory of Mind' AI is still a few years away but I hope to simulate it," I punted. "We use a non-relational connectivity database. It tracks connections between data and experiences somewhat like your brain does. The more times you experience something, the more priority your brain gives it. And, David and I have a very close relationship."

"Boys, give our guest some space," Robert said, but I could tell he was amused by the exchange.

Before the boys could ply me with more embarrassing questions, JD appeared outside the rolling money pit.

"Who is that?" Kaleb asked in awe.

"Oh, that's JD my caretaker," I explained.

All of the Brooks family stared at JD like he was a Popsicle [ice lolly] they couldn't wait to lick. I tried to see him as they did and I had to admit the shirtless, baggy-jeaned teenager had a certain virile appeal.

"Excuse me for a moment; he may be looking for me."

I exited the coach and JD approached.

"Just checking to make sure you are okay," JD said quietly so that we could not be overhead. "We can't be too careful."

"That's very considerate of you. Come, I'll introduce you."

With JD hesitantly following behind, I reentered the coach.

"Everyone this is JD. JD this is Robert, Cindy, Kai and Kaleb."

JD was about as uncomfortable as a cat in a rain storm. He mumbled a greeting and then shoved his hands in his jean pockets, pushing them dangerously low. The loquacious little boys suddenly had nothing to say, their mouths hanging open.

"Why doesn't JD show the boys the swimming hole?" I suggested. "It will give us a chance to talk."

The so-called swimming hole was one of the features in the compound that had escaped the fire. A clear mountain stream fed a rock ledge waterfall, cascading into a deep rocky pond. While it looked natural, it actually required a lot of maintenance. I hoped to someday add an artificially simulated hot spring pool.

I gave JD the look, letting him know not to try any funny business with the boys. His return look of pure innocence was not entirely convincing.

"That's a wonderful idea," Robert concurred. "Let me get you that drink."

Without the distraction of the boys or JD, we were finally able to have a serious discussion.

"Let me just say right away, that if what you are building here is what we think it is, we want in early on," Robert stated. "As you can tell, our boys are extremely smart and very curious. We want them to grow up in an environment where they are free to pursue all of their interests without judgment or interference."

It was a nice speech, but it still didn't give me enough to know if they were candidates for Family Camp.

"If you are concerned about education in the city, why not just send them to a private school?" I responded, feigning ignorance.

Robert looked frustrated with my answer, but Cindy smiled. She figured out right away what I was doing.

"Can we speak bluntly, David"? Cindy asked and I nodded. "It isn't just about education, although we have located a private Montessori school [educational method based on natural interests and activities rather than conventional teaching methods] in this area that may be acceptable until they turn fifteen. We have chosen to be open sexually with our boys and they have begun to respond. Our ultimate goal would be to have the kind of relationship that you share with your son. I think you understand the consequences of that."

When David came to me unexpectedly as a teenager (he was literally dropped off on my doorstep by a social worker). We rather quickly developed an intimate relationship that included a physical and sexual component. It is difficult for me to explain why that happened since neither of us was particularly wired that way. David grew up without a positive father figure and my life certainly never included children. Yet, when we collided together, the result was an intimacy on all levels that was off the charts. Later, when Jason came along and I adopted him, he followed his older brother's example. I credit the fact that none of us knew how it was supposed to work and so we just made up our own rules.

That was what I hoped would happen at Family Camp. We throw out the rules of about what parents and children should do, and just let them figure out what they want to be. Doing that in a conventional environment is dangerous. One unguarded moment in front of a neighbor or comment to a teacher can land parents in jail and families broken apart, their kids forced into foster care. Family Camp was intended to eliminate at least some of that danger by providing a secure inclusive community of like-minded families.

"Yes, I do." I confirmed. "I must confess that David had more to do with creating that relationship than I did."

"We see that David is a very special boy," Robert complimented, "I confess to you, we are a bit jealous."

I laughed. "David also has a very special talent of getting himself into huge piles of trouble! And, of course, I miss him very much."

"And he misses you. Please, don't be angry that he has shared with us the story of how the two of you got together and how much he loves and misses you," Robert said sincerely. "We can only hope our boys will speak of us in such a complimentary and heartfelt way. When he described you and your work, we knew we wanted to be involved."

"David, Robert owns a small boutique investment firm," Cindy added. "We aren't just interested in living here; we want to invest in your dream and to help you make it happen. We know this is a difficult time for you and we are here to help!"

"I wouldn't be much of a venture capitalist if I didn't do some research," Robert continued. "I will admit, it wasn't easy to get information about you, but I do have my sources. You have a Special Forces background. We know about your work with the military specializing in artificial intelligence and that your son Jason was kidnapped because of it. We have read the reports about what happened here when the militia attacked. We also know about your company and that you have other anonymous employees working on other projects mostly in international corporations. You are a very talented man and we are anxious to team up. Hopefully when you hear what we have to offer, you will be too."

"I never considered looking for investors," I admitted, "Mostly because I don't expect this place to ever make any money. Hopefully we can pull enough out of it to cover the maintenance."

Robert and Cindy looked at each other with a conspiratorial look. "Oh, David, you are thinking much too small," Cindy admonished. "First, once news of this place is spread by word of mouth, you will have more applicants than you can possibly handle. We want to start by building houses on five lots and we promise to send you families to interview who want to buy those homes. Those are just people we know from the city right now."

"David mentioned that you are applying your AI skills to developing association management services and automation for Family Camp. I can only guess what you have in mind for security, but considering what happened here, I am sure it is substantial," Robert said, getting up as though delivering a sales presentation or a college lecture. "Do you realize there are over 300,000 community associations in this country alone? Most of them use management companies that are expensive, inefficient and have relatively untrained employees. If we modeled a sophisticated AI driven community management system – well, the market is huge!"

"I do have some rather advanced ideas I want to try," I admitted, rather overwhelmed with their enthusiasm.

"Cindy is working on her PhD in education," Robert said, gesturing to her. "She would like to consider opening our own fully certified private school here."

"We know you used your AI to help your little Liam catch up on his education independently," Cindy took over. "Educators are well aware of the benefits of using computers to help students be able to progress at their own pace. Using AI to tailor and individualize learning in education fundamentals is a very hot field right now."

We were so engrossed in our discussion; no one had noticed the boys and JD had returned. All three were shirtless, dripping wet and barefoot. They had put on their pants over their wet bodies, so the pants were muddy and wet as well. I noticed the younger boys emulated JD by wearing their pants down low on their hips just like he did.

The coach had an outside hand-held shower (of course), so the boys stripped and hosed off each other just outside the window. Cindy handed out towels to them so they could dry off before entering. The coach also had a washer and dryer (of course), and Cindy put the wet pants in the washer. The two identical boys dressed in towels, came and sat on either side of me.

JD, dressed in a towel, sat further down the L shape across from Cindy with his knees spread wide like a typical macho straight man. The towel was barely long enough to cover his substantial uncircumcised dick. Cindy was leaning forward staring under JD's 'skirt' while JD reciprocated by looking down her blouse. The IQ of the PhD educator had just plunged somewhere between bumbling idiot and complete imbecile.

"Let me get you a drink," Cindy offered JD.

While she retrieved something from the fridge, the boys cuddled against me watching with fascination the deterioration of their parents into raving sex maniacs. Bending over to hand a soft drink to JD, Cindy jiggled her breasts in front of his face while reaching under the towel to clutch his third leg. JD's eyes widened and when he reached for the soft drink can, Cindy seemed unwilling to actually let it go.

With a malicious smile, JD relinquished the can, backing Cindy up using his hands on her tits instead. I grabbed the neglected drink before it fell. I figured I needed it more than JD did anyway. When he rose to his feet, the towel dropped to the floor and Cindy's death grip on his cock was visible to everyone. Glancing at Robert to see his reaction to all this, he looked like a starving orphan at an all-you-can-eat buffet.

JD fumbled with buttons and zippers and before you could say holy fuck, they were on the floor naked. Both the boys watched; their mouths left open. I was sure this wasn't the first time they had seen their mother naked, but like me, were surprised by the speed and enthusiasm of the encounter.

I had seen and appreciated JD's body before, but had never seen it in action. While he kept his mouth busy on Cindy's private parts, his impressive cock bucked and jerked all on its own like a bucking bronco anxious to break loose. The boys each had a hand under their towel while leaning their mostly naked bodies against me.

When JD thrust inside the boys' mom, I was glad we had no neighbors. The mating call of a rutting moose had nothing on what was coming from the floor of the pleasure palace on wheels. Robert must have decided to answer the call because he started shedding his clothes. I decided I shouldn't just sit here doing nothing, so I batted aside the towels and took over stroking the boys on both sides of me.

With the towels out of the way, I could compare their trim little bodies, identical in every way. Curiosity and the sexual lust that every boy seems to be born with, kept them focused on the activities of their parents. It allowed me to ogle their bodies without subterfuge. It was a pleasure to admire such young exotic features from their perfect little toes, up their legs to the knees, spread for better access to their hairless privates. The tummies were taut and the arm muscles tight from enthusiastically stroking themselves. Small in stature, their tween bodies were already taking a gymnast's shape, a preview of their future potential.

The boys' little 4-inch [10cm] stiffies were already standing at attention and with good reason. It couldn't be everyday they had a ring side seat to a mountain born and bred teenager ravishing their mother. Neither boy resisted my grip on their joy stick and I used every technique I could think of to make it worth their while.

Robert took over for JD and I expected the randy teenager to retreat. No sooner had Robert begun fucking in earnest, than JD pinned him down and mounted him from behind. All of us mere spectators cringed a little, watching the big cock stretch and ram its way into the trim man's small hole. I couldn't tell from the noise he was making if this was something Robert was enjoying or if it was his final death wail.

Apparently, Robert taking it up the ass was novel enough that Cindy wanted to see and appreciate it. The human sandwich rearranged itself so that Robert was on the bottom with Cindy straddling his cock while facing JD. She pulled Robert's legs wide so she could watch JD work his monster cock back into Robert's ass.

I admit that I have always found watching someone being fucked, to be highly erotic. The boys seemed to share my feeling as their hard little cocks were both twitching as JD pushed hard into their dad's butt. Robert's face was scrunched up and he repeatedly gasped and groaned as he took JD's punishment in his ass and his wife's simultaneous stimulation to his cock. From this vantage point, Cindy was able to both appreciate her new young lover and view the cock that had been inside of her, now deep inside of her husband. Just as straight men like to see two women together, I knew women often liked to see the novelty of a straight man getting fucked by another man.

Cindy rode her husband while touching and fondling JD's cock and balls with one hand and feeling his hard chest with the other. JD was impressive in his vigorous domination of both sexes while I knew he was just as willing to take a stiff prick up the ass himself upon occasion.

First one and then the other of the boys made a sizable white sticky little puddle on their smooth tummies. I hugged each of them and cleaned them up with a corner of their towel while the adults worked themselves to a climax of their own.

Over the next week, I came to know and appreciate the Brooks family. They had come at exactly the time I needed the company, the enthusiasm and the challenge. We discussed every aspect of the project, although I had to make sure that JD was nowhere in sight at the time. Dividing up the work made all of it seem less overwhelming.

Cindy took over creating the C&R's [Covenants and Restrictions] and bylaws, the legal documents that would govern what could and could not be done within the compound. It is impossible to exaggerate the complexity and importance of the documents that are registered with the county and runs perpetually with whoever owns land inside the gates. We debated endlessly, how to embed our goals into the documents without giving away the true intent of Family Camp.

Robert would work with an architect to design the five new homes and line up potential families to buy them. He would also take over the role of CFO, handling all the financial reporting and tax requirements.

JD and I would continue to oversee the onsite construction. As soon as the lodge and out buildings were finished, the crews would start on the other houses. Security, administration and infrastructure were still my responsibility.

When they packed and prepared to pull out, I was sincerely sorry to see them go. I hugged each of them and stood by the coach intending to wave goodbye. While I was waiting, Kai came out of the coach with a gym bag and a box of clothes.

"Mother, I want to stay until you come back," he announced.

"Kai, honey, I am not sure when that will be," she explained trying to herd him back into the coach. "You can't expect David to look after you, he is a busy man."

"You know I don't take much looking after," the boy argued. "I could help."

"Yes, you are very mature for your age, Kai," Robert intervened, "But, you can't just invite yourself."

"Can I stay David?" he asked me, eyes pleading for me to say yes. "I won't be any trouble, I promise."

Kai was very astute about computers and programming. I had enjoyed several conversations with him that would have left JD stupefied. He would be good company and how could I say no to those puppy dog eyes?

"Of course, you can stay if your parents don't mind," I conceded.

We stood and waved as the coach pulled out on its way back to Chicago. I was reminded of another time when the son I never knew I had was dropped off on my doorstep. In my momentary nostalgia, I missed David and wished very much that he was here. Instead, once again, a strange boy I didn't know very well was left in my care. This time I didn't even have a doorstep for him to be dropped off on.

Chapter Three
Kai & JD

"Let brotherly love continue."

Hebrews 13:1

I have a routine and now I needed to figure out how Kai would fit into it. I didn't want to presume the boy would sleep with me and yet I didn't have a second bedroom setup in the trailer. I also spent one night a week at JD's campsite. JD was another wildcard that needed to be figured out before something awkward or worse happened.

"Hey Kai, how 'bout I whip us up some pancakes and scrambled eggs for dinner?" I suggested after helping the boy bring his few belongings into the trailer, "Sometimes I like to have breakfast for dinner."

"I could make it if you want," Kai offered, "I make dinner all the time at home."

"Why don't we make it together," I countered, "It will give us a chance to talk."

"What do you want to talk about?" he asked, heading to the tiny kitchen area.

"Now that you are going to be staying, we need to figure out the sleeping arrangements," I said bluntly.

"I thought I would be sleeping with you," he said looking at me with confusion. "Don't you want me to?"

"Yes, of course, but I didn't want to assume that you would."

Before I could work my way around any other potential catastrophes, JD came in with the daily report. We have gotten along surprising well and JD has turned out to be an exemplary employee. Still, I didn't trust him around young boys unsupervised. I even felt bad for feeling that way, but it didn't change the way I felt.

To complicate things, I think Kai has a bit of a crush on the older teen. I couldn't blame him. As usual, JD was only wearing a low-slung pair of baggy jeans. To a young boy, JD's more mature body and cool attitude would be seductive. And until he strung him up or cut him with a knife, there would be no way of changing his mind.

"Hello JD," Kai greeted shyly, "Will you be staying for dinner?"

"Hey man," JD tossed back, "I thought your family pulled out already?"

"They did," Kai explained, "David is letting me stay until they come back."

"Awesome," JD acknowledged, suddenly looking more interested. "If y'all have enough, I wouldn't mind some dinner. Even rabbit stew gets boring after a while."

"JD makes a great rabbit stew," I explained to Kai, "We usually spend one night a week camping out, although it is starting to get kind of cold for it."

JD made a sound indicating he disagreed with at least one of my statements. Having JD around made me into the invisible man. I liked not having to entertain, but it also screwed up any chance of a private conversation with Kai. I decided to just go with it and see what developed.

Dinner was lively and the boys ate with voracious appetites typical of their age. Afterwards we cleaned up and settled into the small trailer common room. Usually, JD would take off after dinner, doing whatever a guy his age does at night. Instead, he settled in with the rest of us and I decided to whip us up a treat. It was nippy enough tonight to warrant a big mug of homemade hot chocolate. I make mine with real melted chocolate; marshmallows drizzled with salted caramel and a dash of Kahlúa. The Kahlúa is mostly for taste, but it also serves to put everyone in a mellow mood.

The only sitting area in the trailer has one chair and a small sofa. I took the chair and JD settled in on the sofa with Kai sitting close to him.

"Kai, I am guessing that you and your brother are adopted. Where are you from originally?" I asked to get a conversation going.

"We were born in Thailand," Kai began. "I have an older brother and sister who still live there with my parents."

"If you have parents, why did the Brooks adopt you?" JD questioned with a confused look.

Kai sighed, and seemed to be deciding just how much he wanted to say.

"In Thailand everyone works to support the family. My older brother and sister work in a brothel for tourists. Many people come to Thailand to have sex with young boys and girls. Because we are twins, my brother and I did not work in the brothel. We were sent to make porno pictures and movies instead."

"What kind of things did they make you do?" JD asked, excited by the idea of the boys being forced to perform.

"They took pictures of us naked together. They always wanted us to touch or kiss each other," Kai recalled. "We were grateful that we did not have to work in the brothel."

"Did you fuck each other?" JD asked bluntly.

"No," Kai responded thoughtfully, "I am sure we would have eventually. We were adopted before we had to do that. The Brooks gave my parents money and brought us to America."

"Your English is very good, you must have been quite young," I guessed.

"Yes, we were very little," Kai said. "I am very grateful we do not have to work in the brothel, but I do miss my other family sometimes. Do you miss your parents?" Kai asked JD.

"No," JD said firmly, "But my ma and pa live close by. I can see them anytime I want."

"Do you have brothers or sisters," I asked JD, realizing I don't really know that much about him except the bad stuff.

"No, pa always said he wanted to have a girl but they only had me," he said defiantly. "That is why he fucked me instead."

"Did it hurt?" Kai asked inquisitively.

"When I was little it hurt a lot. He would come into my room at night while I was asleep and fuck me until he got off. Sometimes I didn't wake up until he was trying to get inside of me."

"What made these lines?" Kai asked running his finger along a thin white scar on JD's arm.

"My pa likes to cut me," JD answered, pointing to different scars on his chest, shoulders and arms.

Kai felt the slight ridges of the scars as JD pointed at them. Unzipping his pants, he pulled back the flap to show scars on his upper thigh.

"It must have hurt a lot," Kai said quietly, continuing to trace the scars. "Why would he do that?"

"Seeing me hurt is what gets my pa off," JD said very matter of fact. "The pain didn't bother me that much. It hurt more that getting off was the only reason he wanted me around. Well, that and doing chores."

I felt like an intruder. The two teenagers were having one of those brutally honest talks that only kids can have. If there were other adults around, they would never have let this conversation continue. It was too revealing.

"Yes, the people taking the pictures did not care about us," Kai recalled, "We were just bodies to see or touch."

The boys continued to swap stories from their past until long after the hot chocolate was gone. By the end of the night there was a new – something between us. Nothing as cliché as love, but perhaps a bridge of trust and caring. I had often wondered if JD was sent here by his father to spy. That concern was not entirely gone, but was now less distinct. I knew JD was still dangerous, just not to me or to Kai any more.

That night we worked out a way to share the bed. When JD was invited to stay the night, he led the way by stripping down and crawling over to the middle of the bed. Kai was eager to be in contact with JD as he had been off and on all night. Making himself at home, he laid his body partially over JD's, with his head on his chest. JD didn't seem to mind at all and put his arm around the little Asian boy's waist.

That left me to decide if I wanted to make contact on the other side of JD. It was an easy decision and JD was soon leaning back against me as I cupped his soft cock and balls in my hand. He relaxed his body against mine and pressed against my hand as he drifted off to sleep.

From that night on, Kai spent the mornings with me in the computer lab (otherwise known as the dining table) and the afternoons with JD as he worked around the compound. As the days went by, we learned to appreciate each other and to be comfortable touching and showing little signs of affection. I wasn't sure how I would explain JD to Paul or Jax, but I was determined to try.

The computer system control room was finally finished and the main lodge was ready for the occupancy permit inspection. I was anxious to get started building the computer system that would host the AI and provide services for the community. Everyone was anxious to move out of the trailer. Kai and JD went with me to inspect the finished construction.

After the fire, I had worked with an architect to redesign the original buildings bigger and better. The old bunk house was reconstructed as a guest house; the garage with the mother-in-law apartment was reborn as a garage with a large office and meeting space upstairs. The lodge was basically the same as the old one except the rooms were bigger with floor to ceiling windows and the basement was now a combined work out area and game room.

Each of the buildings was connected by an underground tunnel. Never again would I get caught without a panic room and an alternative escape route. At the junction, where the tunnels met, was the panic room and underground control room. In the center of the control room was a floor to ceiling glass enclosure where the computer hardware would be installed on racks. A U-shaped work table was built around three sides of the glass enclosure with enough room between the table and glass for task chairs. Three of the outside walls would be covered with wall screens. The ventilation and climate control systems were done and the tedious work of installing and wiring the circuit boards, network, sans disk storage and wall screens could begin.

Back in the lodge, we examined the empty rooms making a check list of things the contractors needed to come back and fix. I had sent a moving crew to Shipshewana where the Amish artisans had custom made the real wood furniture for all the buildings. They should return sometime tomorrow.

Everyone had been working so hard, I decided we needed to celebrate. Gathering up sleeping bags, blankets and pillows, Kai arranged them in the great room in front of the fireplace. JD made a roaring fire and I whipped up a batch of 'mudslides'. The boys were not familiar with the delicious drink/dessert and I confess I didn't warn them of how potent they can be.

I know, I know! The boys are too young to drink legally. Instead of being allowed to experience alcohol in the safety of their own home, teens most often get falling down drunk at some party egged on by a group of their irresponsible peers. With no prior experience, they drink too much unaware of what the consequences will be or the hang over that is sure to follow. Having to hide their drinking at a remote location, they drive home drunk or are driven by someone else who is in no better condition, putting themselves and everyone else at risk. Just one more example of societal interference in the education of our children. But I digress.

A 'mudslide' is made of Irish crème, Kahlúa, crème de cacao and chocolate ice cream and vodka. As you can guess, it has a sneaky kick to it underneath all of that delicious chocolate goodness. By the time the first round was consumed, Kai was teaching JD how to dance to some group I was too old to recognize.

I was content to watch as JD, dressed in his usual uniform of low-slung jeans, gyrated to the music. Whipping off his shirt, Kai emulated the older teen's dress, but with more practiced dance moves. Dancing close to each other, Kai suggestively rubbed himself up against JD. Before long the two were slow dancing with their arms around each other and Kai had his head against JD's firm chest.

Enjoying the pleasant sight of the two boys dancing together, the warmth of the fire and the effects of the drink, I removed my clothes and relaxed on the blankets in front of the fireplace. We had all seen each other naked many times, so there was nothing unusual or awkward about taking off my clothes in front of the boys. Propped up on pillows, I finished the rest of my chocolate delight and listened to the music.

JD nudged Kai and nodded to where I was stretched out. He whispered something to Kai and the slightly inebriated boy got down on his hands and knees and crawled over to me. I chuckled at the sight of the half-dressed boy, his thick black hair hanging down over his eyes, crawling towards me. I liked seeing his bronze-colored chest with its tight little nipples. He smiled at me, then using only his tongue; he began to tease the head of my soft cock.

While the three of us made a habit of sleeping together, the relationships between us have been surprisingly platonic. I am cautious with JD because of our history and careful with Kai since he is only on loan so to speak. Everyone keeps a busy schedule and we are obsessed with getting the place up and running as quickly as possible. Tonight, is the first time we have indulged ourselves with a little play time. It is not entirely surprising that play time would include playing together sexually.

He wet the tip of my cock first and then licked down the shaft. As it grew in length, he continued to lick all around the shaft returning to the head after each trip up and down. It didn't take long before it was standing up on its own and he put his mouth over the head.

It has been a long time since anyone has serviced me and I enjoyed the unexpected wet warmth. Making appreciative noises I lay back and let the enterprising young boy do whatever he wanted. I heard the ding of the microwave and then JD appeared on the other side of me. Pouring warm cooking oil down my chest as a substitute for scented massage oil, he began massaging me with his strong rough hands. I was in nirvana.

He hovered over me, his bulging arms pressing hard into my shoulders, pecs and stomach. It hurt, but in a good way, as he worked his way down my body. Skipping my cock because Kai still had it in his mouth, he worked my thighs, calves and feet. Pushing my knees up, I felt him coat my balls, letting the oil dribble down between my legs.

All of the physical attention had me pleasantly on fire. I had never had two boys work me over before, and I highly recommend it. Turning me over, JD gave the same treatment to my back, butt and legs. Dribbling extra oil, Kai used a finger to massage around my sphincter and then begin massaging inside as far up as he could reach. To say I appreciated their attention would be an understatement. Why had I waited so long?

I was tempted to let JD fuck me. I had seen his big cock and was curious about what it would feel like inside me. I decided to save it for another time. JD had asked me almost daily if I wanted to fuck him. Today the answer was yes.

Getting up on my hands and knees I grabbed JD by the arm and pulled him down under me. Holding him down with my body, I kissed him for the first time. He responded to my lips, hungrily thrusting his tongue into my mouth and hugging me against him. Just then I realized he had been waiting for this. He wanted and needed the intimacy between us. I had been so busy worrying about what he might do; I had not considered what he needed me to be.

Unfastening his pants, I let Kai pull them down off of his feet. Crawling between his legs, Kai began to give JD's cock the same oral attention he had mine. He seemed to know exactly what to do with an uncircumcised dick, teasing the head out of its protective sheath with his tongue. I grabbed his pecs hard, massaging the cone shaped nipples with my thumbs. JD reacted as though he had never had anyone pay attention to his body before. His kept moving his arms and legs like a helpless turtle turned over on its back.

While Kai played with his stiffening cock, I got a grip on his big balls. Kneading them with my hand, I loved the feel of the soft smooth skin. JD had recently used the clippers to crop his hair very short. With his shaved body and close-cropped hair, he was sexy as hell. I had never felt a body so hard before. Running my hand over his shoulders and down his chest I could feel the contour of the muscle over bone. Still massaging and pulling on his ball sac, I explored his ribs and the indentation of his stomach and abdomen down to the base of his cock. Moving back up, I kissed him again, tasting the inside of his mouth.

"I want to fuck you," I said to his mouth as I sucked on his tongue.

"Hmm, go for it," he murmured, spreading his legs and arching his back off the floor.

Taking Kai's place between his legs I held one leg against my shoulder so that I could see his tight flat butt with its dark hidden ring. Kai watched me closely, alternating between stroking JD's cock and mine. Pressing against him, my cock slid in and I slowly but firmly pushed until my balls met his ass. JD threw his head back and arched his body impaling himself firmly on my cock. I felt Kai's hand on my balls as he explored where the two of us were joined. I held him there, enjoying the feeling of being inside of the hard body as he squirmed against me.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," JD murmured.

Taking him at his word, I pulled up on the leg against my shoulder so that I could pull out and slam back into his ass. Each time I did, he groaned and arched his body, pushing back against me. It was going to be difficult to keep from cumming inside of him at this pace, but I was determined to not let the experience end too soon.

Still inside of JD, I pulled Kai to me and unfastened his pants so that they dropped to the floor. His cock was small but rock hard as he kicked the pants away. Palming his privates, I pulled him into a kiss. Forcing my tongue into his mouth, I held him against me with an arm around his waist. When I finished kissing him thoroughly, I laid him down next to JD.

Without pulling out, I brought JD's leg down off my shoulder and turned him over so that he was on his hands and knees over Kai. As I resumed stroking in and out of him, JD leaned in to kiss Kai as I had. The little boy responded, letting JD suck on his tongue and explore his mouth. They rubbed their bodies against each other, their hard cocks colliding between them.

I couldn't stay inside JD a minute longer without cumming. Pulling out, I rested for a moment while I watched the boys grinding against each other. When I moved away, JD raised up on his knees, pulling Kai to his feet. He held him in place with one hand as the other reached between his legs and rubbed his ass. I wasn't sure Kai was ready for what JD had in mind, but I didn't interfere.

I could tell when JD's finger found Kai's asshole. The boy let out a squeal and scrunched up his face when JD's finger slipped inside. JD was vigorously finger fucking the boy as he nervously shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Standing on his tip toes, the boy's legs shook while JD opened up his hole with his fingers. Continuing to pump the boy's ass, he pulled him closer to his body letting his big hard cock bounce between the boy's legs. I was quite sure the boy could not take his big cock, but that wasn't what JD had in mind at the moment.

With his fingers still inside of him, he wrapped an arm under the boy's butt and stood up so that the boy was held against him in his arms. Turning to me, he offered the boy's backside for us to share. Standing up I helped to support the boy's weight, sandwiching him between us. While he plowed Kai's mouth with his tongue, I felt his hand around my cock. He pulled me closer, aiming my cock at Kai's ass. Feeling the little boy's butt settle down on top of my cock, I couldn't believe I was going to fuck this virgin boy. My cock didn't go in right away, his weight pressed it hard against his sphincter stretching it but not penetrating. As though it was in slow motion, I could feel the head of my cock start to slip in. Kai barked a yelp at the intrusion, but stopped once the head was inside of him. JD made soothing noises and kept his mouth busy with his tongue.

Putting my arm around both of the boys, I pressed us together until my cock slid deep and I could feel JD's stiff cock touching me from between Kai's legs. Kai settled down with his arms around JD's neck while I fucked his ass. No one had cum yet, and rubbing against each other's warm naked flesh had us all at a fever pitch. I still didn't want the night to end, so I held off cumming in Kai's tight ass.

When I pulled out, JD turned the boy so that he put his arms around my neck. I knew this would be the ultimate test. Could the boy take JD's big cock? With Kai tucking his head against my shoulder, I kissed JD over his body as he pressed forward.

Kai groaned long and low and I adjusted my grip so that I could feel JD's cock as it tried to enter the boy. The big head was dimpling Kai's entrance, but was not inside even after I had opened up the entrance. Kai groaned louder but the head of JD's cock still did not slip inside. Pulling Kai's legs up tighter around my waist I tried to give JD the best chance of getting in.

Lowering Kai to the floor, JD lay down on the blankets, his big cock standing up impossibly tall. I had Kai kneel over JD's waist. JD pulled Kai's head down to kiss him while he pressed his cock against his ass. As Kai straightened up again, his ass pushed down on the big hard cock. Instead of fighting it, Kai tried to work himself down on top of it. I could tell he really wanted to please JD by letting him inside.

Straddling JD, I hugged Kai from behind and used my hand to help work the big cock up inside of him. When it finally slid in, Kai let out a sigh of relief and a groan of pain. JD held himself perfectly still while I massaged his shaft and Kai's hole with my hand.

As JD began a long slow stroke in and out, Kai leaned back into my arms giving himself over to the big cock inside of him. With my arm around his chest, I could feel his heart beat slow and his breathing matched JD's strokes. JD raised his knees, his legs under me pushing me harder into Kai's back until I felt like we were both riding him. Keeping time with JD, I let my hand fondle and stroke Kai's cock, enjoying the feel of how hard it was. He must be ready to explode any moment.

Disengaging myself from the incessant teens, I lay on my back beside them catching my breath and getting ready to get myself off. JD sat up and manhandled Kai over on top of me, mashing us together again, our cocks colliding between us. Quickly flipping over, he held himself up on his arms over Kai as he plunged himself back inside of his ass. Every stroke now pressed our hypersensitive cocks together causing us both to strain to keep ourselves from cumming.

JD was literally a fucking machine and he kept us all going until the anticipation of release was all consuming. I welcomed the final plunge when JD let out a god-awful sound, his cock spasming and spurting into Kai's well used ass.

Kai let go, his body strained and tight in my arms as he spurted a sticky mess between us. Like a domino effect, my own spunk joined his until we were pasted together like a child's homemade valentine. I had no energy to move and so we stayed just the way we were, satiated and sticky, and Kai fell asleep in my arms.

I woke up momentarily while JD banked the fire, his naked body outlined against the glow. I could smell the fire, the new house cedar logs and the pungent boy sweat and semen all mixed together. When JD realized I was awake, he laid down next to me kissing me savagely. Kai was still asleep in my arms so we whispered trying not to wake him.

"What was that for?" I asked, referring to the intense kiss.

"For everything," he said mysteriously, "For everything I never had."

Chapter Four
Thieves in the night

"If a thief is found while breaking into a house, and is struck down and dies, it is not a capital crime in that case, but if the sun has risen on him, then it is a capital crime in that case. A thief is certainly to make restitution, but if he has nothing, he is to be sold for his theft…"

Exodus 22:2-4

Fall came to the mountains with an avalanche of color. Nothing compares to looking out over the mountains, covered in forests, their leaves in full fall color. Mornings in the mountains can be nippy, the day not warming until the sun is high. JD still went shirtless and I had a bet going with Kai as to when he would have to resort to his flannels.

Ever since our celebration, the boys had established a new nightly routine. First, they always offered to let me join them. Some nights Kai demonstrated his prodigious oral skills for both of us. Other nights JD offered to let us both fuck him. Regardless of my participation or not, every night JD and Kai fucked each other like rabbits while I indulged my voyeurism.

Kai is blooming before our eyes. He is more independent and confident, more self-aware. I'm afraid his parents are going to come back and find a very different boy than the one they left behind. Soon, he will begin attending the private Montessori school his parents had chosen for him before they left. I will miss his help.

I put Kai in charge of deliveries. Every day trucks delivered furniture, appliances, materials, computer components, cable and all the seemingly endless things needed to construct and furnish a new community. Kai checked off purchase orders against shipping manifests and scolded carriers for damaged goods. I overheard one driver make the mistake of asking if his parents were home. He quickly withdrew the question under Kai's ominous glare.

In his spare time, Kai helps me in the control room. His nimble little fingers are better at sorting and feeding cables and handling the tiny screws used to attach motherboards and components to the racks and control panels.

Calling JD to the control room, I laid out the blue prints for the new caretaker mountain cabin. JD insisted he only needed a simple one room hunter's cabin, but I knew he deserved better.

"Ah, there you are," I greeted JD when he responded to my call. "I wanted to show you what we have come up with for your cabin."

He stared down at the blue print as I pointed out the features.

"It will be built on that steep slope just inside the ridge road above the gate. You should have a great view looking down on the little waterfall and the stream down there. You will also get the first morning sun as it comes up over the holler," I said enthusiastically. "Look here, the cabin will have two stories with a retainer wall for a parking area and then a large suspended boardwalk that comes in to the upper porch and deck area."

"No, no, this is too much," JD said shaking his head.

"The upper floor at street level will have a combined great room, kitchen and dining area with a big fireplace and cathedral ceilings. The bedroom suite is back here," I said pointing to the drawings. "Downstairs will have a common room and gas fireplace with a kitchenette and another bedroom suite. Wrap around porches on both levels."

JD just kept shaking his head. I was starting to wonder if he really didn't like it.

"What's the matter?" Kai asked.

JD said nothing, he just walked out. Kai looked at me and started to chase after him but I grabbed him before he could get out the door.

"Give him some time," I advised. "Let's see if it grows on him."

Several of the crews reported tools and materials missing from the work sites. The crew bosses questioned their workers and subcontractors. No one had a clue who the culprits were.

Contractors are not exactly the neatest and most organized workers. They leave their tools anywhere and everywhere. They throw trash down the slopes and in the stream. JD is constantly riding herd on trucks and equipment damaging the roads, leaving discarded materials everywhere and not cleaning up their work sites. But, as the complaints continued, we eventually had to take them seriously. Someone was coming in at night and stealing everything they could get their hands on.

That night after dinner, JD was in a hurry to leave. When he snuck out the front door I rushed after him, determined to catch him before he disappeared. By the time I got outside he was standing in front of the big green camouflage colored ATV with his hands on his hips.

"Where did this come from?" JD asked without turning around.

We shared a black four-wheeler to get around the compound. JD used it so often; it was time that he had his own. Since he was also into hunting, I went for an ATV with a bigger motor and roll bars. The way he took the steep slopes? Without the roll bars it was just a matter of time before he rolled over the big machine and crushed himself.

"It's yours," I said quietly, standing behind him. "I got you the sissy bars."

I was joking, of course. There is nothing sissy about JD. When he didn't respond, I was afraid I had offended him in some way. I put my hand on his shoulder. He caught me by surprise when he turned around and grabbed me into a body crunching hug. I ran my hands up his bare back and hugged him back. JD wasn't the kind to show a lot of PDA [public display of affection].

"Maybe you should tell me what's going on?" I prompted. He didn't say anything for a while.

"I don't want it to change," he murmured into my shoulder.

He was always a man of few words, but I knew what he meant. If he had his own ATV, we wouldn't be sharing one. If he had his own cabin, we wouldn't be living together anymore. When Kai's parents came back, Kai would live with them and our little threesome would be over.

"Everything changes eventually, but nothing has to change right now," I assured him. "You earned the ATV and the cabin. Sometimes a man needs things of his own; a place of his own."

He nodded and straddled the ATV.

"JD," I called. He looked up at me. "What we are building here, you and me. There will always be a place for you here for as long as you want it."

He looked at me thoughtfully for a long moment. Then he smiled at me and nodded. Starting up and revving the engine, he spun the ATV around and headed down the road, throwing dust and gravel in his wake.

I woke with a jerk. Someone had touched me. Kai was snuggled next to me, but this was different. A hand touched my shoulder again. I sensed it was JD, even though I couldn't see him in the absolute dark of the mountain night. He pulled on my arm and I got out from under the warm covers. He waited for me to pull on a pair of jeans and a shirt before we padded down the stairs.

Motioning me to follow, he proceeded out the door and into the yard where he had left the ATV idling. I stood on the cargo bed and held onto the roll bars while JD straddled the big machine and carefully pulled out onto the ridge road. He parked down close by the swimming hole and headed off into the woods. Not sure what was going on, I followed close behind him as best I could by the light of a half moon.

In a clearing, three voices called out when they heard us coming. Two older boys were tied with their hands behind their back and their arms pulled up with a rope attached to a tree limb over their heads. The restraint kept them awkwardly bent over at the waist with their arms twisted up behind them and each one had a cloth bag over his head. A third, younger boy, was hanging by his wrists from a tree limb, his feet barely touching the ground. The dark-haired boy was blind folded.

JD stopped me with a hand to my chest and held his finger up to his mouth, indicating I should be silent. He proceeded on to the older two boys while I watched from the edge of the clearing.

"I already know you are the ones who are stealing. I want to know what you did with the stuff." JD demanded, walking over to where the two older boys were strung up.

"Fuck you," the oldest boy yelled out. "We're not telling you squat, faggot."

"I was hoping you would say that," JD replied in a low quiet voice.

He pulled a big folding knife from his pocket and opened it. I almost moved to stop him. JD had a history of cutting on his victims. On the other hand, undermining his authority in front of these guys would ruin everything he was trying to do here. In an instant I had to decide whether or not I was going to trust him to do what needed to be done. I didn't move. JD cut the shirt off of both boys. I breathed a sigh of relief.

They kept up a steady stream of curses and insults as JD yanked down their pants. With both boys stripped, he got what looked like a sap from where it was stuck in his pants at the small of his back. A sap or blackjack is a street weapon, usually made out of leather. This one was made of wood and was shaped with a thicker rounded end. As I was soon to find out, it was some kind of anal probe. I had never seen one quite like it before.

"Last chance," JD warned, leaning in to speak softly in the oldest boy's ear.

"Fuck you."

Holding the bent over boy in place with his arm around his waist, he shoved the probe up his ass. The yell was loud and the boy staggered a little, the rope holding his arms back kept him from falling to his knees. JD let go of the probe and I could see the handle sticking out of the boy as he turned in a circle trying to get away from what was inside of him.

"Where is the stuff you stole?" JD asked again.

"Fuck you."

JD shoved in hard on the handle, almost lifting the boy off of his feet. He let out another yell, and I could see his chest heaving as he hyperventilated. This wasn't about sex or a little bit of pain. The weapon was designed to cause damage. The boy was bleeding from his torn asshole and colon.

JD continued to follow around behind the wounded kid, occasionally slapping the handle, causing the boy to dance away trying to keep his ass out of reach. I couldn't see JD's face, but I sensed he enjoyed his work. Without asking any more questions he continued to torture the boy until he was stumbling and gasping for breath.

Wrenching out the probe, he approached the second boy. After listening to what was going on, the younger boy was already pleading.

"Don't hurt me, please. I will tell you whatever you want to know," the boy pleaded, trying to face where he thought the threat was coming from. "God, please don't."

JD held the hunched over boy in place by his shoulders. Driving his knee up between his legs, he kneed him in the balls. Unable to fall down, the boy screamed in pain and clenched his legs together. With an arm around his waist, JD shoved the probe up his ass. The boy screamed and sobbed all at the same time.

"It's all in grandpa's barn," the boy blubbered. "It is all there until the weekend. We were supposed to sell it to a construction crew but they won't pick it up until the weekend."

JD held on to the handle of the probe, applying enough pressure that the boy stood up on his tip toes, his legs shaking from the strain.

"You will put it all back tonight," JD instructed. "If you don't, I am going to find you again and next time you won't get off so easy."

To emphasize his point, he rammed the handle forward making the boy scream again.

"I promise, I promise," the boy murmured over and over.

"I'm gonna let you go. If you know what's good for you, leave those hoods on until you reach the road," he warned.

Unfastening the two boys he led them to the edge of the clearing and started them along the path through the woods. The boys headed off, naked, feeling their way along with their hands outstretched.

JD motioned for me to join him where the third and youngest boy was still hanging by his wrists.

"Bobby, you have disappointed me," JD said quietly. "I hired you to run errands and you spied for them didn't you."

"I didn't mean to, JD," the boy pleaded, twisting on the rope and licking his lips. "I just happened to mention all the work that was going on. I didn't know they were going to steal stuff."

JD was running his hands up and down the handsome kid's stretched out body. When he stopped, he looked over at me, inviting me to explore the boy's body for myself. I couldn't resist the excuse to grope an innocent boy's body without his consent. I like playing with a boy's little nipples through his shirt, his chest thin and his stomach tight. My hand slid down into the front of his pants and I could feel the rough stubble of some public hair at the base of his cock. My other hand gripped his butt and squeezed.

"You were with them tonight," JD continued the accusation, "You led them to the work sites."

"They made me," the boy whined, "They said they would beat me up if I didn't do what they wanted."

"I think you are going to wish they had, before this night is over," JD threatened.

I wasn't sure what JD had in mind, but I suspected the boy was in for a long night. I stood by while JD let the boy down. When he reached for his blind fold, JD slapped his hands away. With his hands down at his sides, I realized the kid was fourteen, fifteen at the most. JD unfastened his pants and the kid reached in to stop him. JD slapped him hard across the face. He put his hands back down at his sides and stood still, trembling.

JD jerked his pants halfway down. He showed a nice bulge in his underwear. I massaged the front of him, feeling where his penis laid to one side and scrunching the tight balls under it.

Getting behind the boy, he jerked up on his shirt until he was able to get it off over the boy's head. In the moonlight his body looked small and pale. He shivered from fright and the cool night air. JD continued to quickly work to get off his shoes and socks and pull his pants the rest of the way down.

I backed off, still unsure where this was going. Was this punishment for the boy or temptation for me? I was conflicted about what JD had done so far. I knew I should be appalled by the rough treatment of the two young thieves and I felt guilty that I wasn't. It was enough punishment that they wouldn't want to risk it again, and not so much that they would not recover. If I was honest with myself, it turned me on to see the young frightened boy in front of me, standing there shivering in only his underwear.

"Show me what you got, boy" JD demanded, standing in front of the frightened lad.

He slowly hooked his thumbs in his underwear and slid them down until he could step out of them. He put his hands over his soft boy penis and pubic hair. JD slapped the hands aside. Pulling him by the arm, he started back down the path to the ATV. I grabbed the kid's clothes and followed after them. Getting the naked boy straddling the big machine, he motioned for me to get on behind him. JD rode on the back, hanging onto the roll bars.

I love riding the big ATV, the power of the big motor and the wind in my face is always a rush. The naked boy pressed back against me while I reached around him to steer was a bigger rush. We started out, riding the loop of the ridge road, climbing back up to the lodge. By the time we arrived, the vibration of the ride had excited the boy in spite of the cool air. I enjoyed the view as we got him off the vehicle and walked him into the great room.

Turning on some soft lighting and throwing a log in the fireplace, I was able to get a better look at our young prisoner. He stood where he was placed, fidgeting and turning his head in the direction of every sound. He had longish black hair combed back. His body was pale white and smooth. He had some muscle in arms and his chest was not completely flat. When he breathed heavy, you could see his stomach muscles and his penis was darker than the rest of him. He didn't have a lot of body hair, but he did have some dark pubes starting.

I expected JD to take charge and molest the boy, but he seemed in no hurry. He got himself a beer and handed me one. We both stood in front of the boy and studied his body in silence.

"You drink beer before?" JD asked.

"Yes," the boy replied timidly.

JD walked over and put the bottle in the kid's hand.

"Drink it," he demanded.

The boy took a couple of big swallows.

"All of it," JD added.

The boy went back to swallowing big gulps of the beer until it was gone. JD went to the kitchen and retrieved another one.

"You beat off?" JD asked.

The boy hesitated. "Yeah," he admitted.

"Let's see," JD instructed.

The boy hesitated again before he reached down and started stroking himself. We watched him get himself hard while sipping on our beers. Although I have often seen boys naked, somehow watching a boy forced to perform for us was more erotic.

"Has another guy ever touched your cock?" JD quizzed.

"No," he said, shaking his head.

JD reached down and took over stroking his cock. The boy took his hand away but held it out in the air uncertain of what to do with it. After stroking the cock a few times, he jerked on it hard. The boy gasped and braced himself. JD did it a couple more times before letting go. The cock pulsed up and down on its own.

"You ever jerk off another guy?" JD asked.

The boy was reluctant to answer, figuring out what was coming next. "No," he finally said.

"Take my cock out of my pants," JD prompted.

With shaking hands, the boy felt around until he found JD's body and slid his hands down to the front of his pants. Using both hands he fumbled with the snap and then slowly pulled down the zipper. JD let his pants drop and kicked them away. The boy felt around for his cock with both hands and when he found it, he started stroking it gently.

The room was quiet, the only sound the deep breaths the boy was taking as he stroked a cock that wasn't his own for the first time. His own cock still pulsed and bounced in time with his hand movements.

Grabbing the kid by the arm, JD roughly dragged him over to the kitchen island and forced him to sit up on the counter. Spreading his legs, he grabbed the boy's hand and forced it down on his own cock. The boy took the hint and started to stroke himself, leaning back on an elbow. Getting another beer from the fridge, JD chugged a couple of big swallows before handing it over to the boy.

"Drink it," JD demanded.

While Bobby sipped on the beer, JD played with the boy's hard cock. Pressing down on the tip, he let it bob back up. Gathering his balls in his hand he massaged them and tugged on them. The boy made guttural noises at what JD was doing to him in between swallows of beer.

When Bobby drained the last of the bottle, JD pulled him down off the counter, turned him around and bent him over until his chest was on the counter. Spreading his legs, he reached between them and stroked his cock.

The boy's butt cheeks were spread wide enough that his dark anus was clearly visible. JD wet his thumb in his mouth and stroked over the tender opening. Bobby had his eyes closed, both sleepy and a bit inebriated. He murmured at the touch on his ass but did not move.

I figured this was the moment JD would force his big cock into the virgin boy as his punishment. The beer would just make it a little easier to take, but I expected the rape to be painful. In my mind I could envision the big cock half way in as the boy struggled. What was he waiting for?

JD continued to stroke and tease the flesh, pressing on it but never penetrating. He looked over at me as though asking me a question. It occurred to me all at once that JD liked this boy. Why had I not realized this before? Raping him, even as punishment, was not the best way to say hey-I-like-you-want-to-hang-out. I shook my head no.

While he watched my face, he stroked faster and it wasn't long before the boy unloaded against the side of the counter. Retrieving his clothes that I had rescued, I helped JD get the boy back into them. Bobby was still half asleep and compliant as we loaded him on the ATV in front of JD, and they took off down the road. Something told me, this was not the last we would see of Bobby.

Chapter Five
Welcome home Paul

"Whatever house you enter, first say, 'Peace be to this house!'"

Luke 10:5

The missing tools and materials magically appeared back at the work sites. Bobby continued to run errands for JD and the houses started going up. The computers in the control room were up and running and Alex, the AI, was available in the lodge. It felt strange. I missed Buster, the original AI that was now owned by the military. Although based on the same code, Alex was totally different. I admit to being a bit impatient with him.

"Alex, would you tell JD and Kai that dinner is ready?" I said to the room.

"I'm sorry, I do not know who JD-and-Kai is," Alex responded.

"Not JD-and-Kai. JD and Kai," I complained. "Oh, never mind."

We were in the middle of dinner when the door opened and Paul appeared.

"Paul!" I yelled excitedly. "Oh my god I can't believe it's you. Why didn't you tell me you were coming?"

I ran to the door and hugged the gorgeous hunk of a man who had become the other half of my soul during the recent torture and recovery.

"Is that who I think it is?" Paul asked looking over my shoulder.

"Paul, we should talk," I said, hoping to head off a confrontation.

He stepped around me, striding over to the table he jerked JD up by his arm and hit him hard enough to knock him down. Pulling him back to his feet he hit him again. More prepared for the blow, JD kept his feet and backed away from the infuriated soldier.

"You god damn fucker, I'm going to kill you," Paul growled, advancing on the teen again. "I lost my kids because of you."

"Paul, please, we need to talk," I persisted.

One of the compelling arguments for giving Paul's wife custody of his kids, was that they were not safe living with him. Considering they had both been raped during the militia attack, it was hard to argue. Of course, seeing one of the rapists in your own home was like waving a bright red flag in front of a bull.

JD held his hand up to me, indicating he didn't want me to interfere. I was concerned that if I didn't intervene, JD could be permanently injured. Paul was a trained combat soldier; JD was no match for him.

"Jax is such a pretty boy, I can see the resemblance," JD taunted while circling around Paul. "He licked my ass. I really liked it."

Paul hit him again and JD staggered back, knocking over a lamp. I tried to grab onto Paul, but he shook me off.

"He took my cock in his ass like a real trooper," JD continued. "That virgin ass was so tight."

"What the fuck are you doing?" I asked JD, trying to get in between the two men. "You got a death wish?"

Paul was red in the face, completely out of control. I wasn't entirely sure he wouldn't hit me as readily as he was trying to hit JD. I didn't want to fight him, but I didn't see a lot of other options.

"I marked him," JD explained, dodging behind a sofa. "He still got those scars from where I cut him?"

Paul got around me and went over the sofa after the kid that was so stupidly taunting him. Knocking him down he straddled his body and kept on punching. Fortunately, with Paul down on the floor, I was able to get my arms around him from behind and restrain him.

"Paul, listen to me," I spoke into his ear. "He is baiting you. He wants you to punish him. You have done enough damage, let it go. Please, for me, come with me and let's talk."

My begging was getting through to him. I glared at JD while I pulled Paul off of him and led him up the stairs where we could talk privately. I told him about hitting JD myself the first time he had come to my door. Then I tried as best I could to convince Paul that this kid was here because he wanted to get away from his pa and the militia for what they did. I believed he was truly sorry and was willing to suffer the consequences of his actions.

"Don't think I'm going to forgive him for this," Paul argued, breaking away from my embrace and pacing the room. "You have the right to have him here if you want, but I can't stand to look at him without thinking of what he did to my boy."

"I understand that," I sympathized, "I felt the same way at first. Give it some time. I really am glad you are here. We can work on getting the boys back – together."

We came back down the stairs. Kai was still at the dinner table, looking worried. JD was standing in the corner of the dining room, naked, with a collar on.

"What the fuck is he doing?" Paul asked me, disgust in his voice.

JD's face was already starting to swell. I had no doubt there would be bruises all over his body by the morning. He kept his eyes on the floor while we walked past.

"He is being submissive," I interpreted for Paul, "His way of saying sorry."

"Well fuck that," Paul said angrily, "And, I'm not eating at a table with him."

He took JD's plate and slid it across the floor in his direction. Kai looked at us like a boy watching his parent's fight. I was embarrassed that his first impression of Paul was one of violence. JD got down on his knees and ate from his plate with his fingers or lapped from the plate like a dog. Could this night get any worse?

"I'm sorry you had to see that," Paul said to Kai in his normal soothing baritone. "I apologize for losing my temper."

"Paul, this is Kai," I introduced the boy. "Kai, I would like you to meet my partner, Paul."

Kai got up slowly and bowed, but did not offer his hand. He left the room after stopping long enough to say something quietly to JD.

Paul and me talked late into the night over several drinks in front of the fire in the great room. The tension between us decreased as we caught up on everything that had happened since we parted company. Reminiscing, we shared how much we missed our boys and made plans for how we could get them back. Paul explained that he had finally been released from the military and was ready to work with me on Family Camp if I wanted him. Of course I wanted him.

Shutting down the house, I led Paul up the stairs to the master suite. I expected JD would go to his campsite or stay in one of the other bedrooms. I didn't expect him to be kneeling naked on the bedroom floor with his dog collar still on. His face was a mess, both eyes swollen enough that he must have trouble seeing. The fireplace was on and the bed was turned down. I sighed.

"What the fuck?" Paul growled when he saw JD.

"Paul, please, you can ignore him if you want to," I tried to patiently explain. "I am going to take a guess here and say that what JD is trying to let you know is that you can do to him what he did to Jax if taking revenge makes you feel better."

"You mean rape his mangy butt?" Paul retorted, getting angry again. "He can kiss my ass!"

"I suspect he would be willing to do that," I guessed.

"Is he just going to sit there and watch us?" Paul asked, putting his arms on his hips and glaring at where JD stayed on his knees with his eyes on the floor.

"Hmm, probably."

I started undressing for bed, while Paul stood in the middle of the room, still undecided about what to do with his new slave boy. While I slipped under the covers, Paul rummaged through doors and drawers looking for something. Coming back to JD, he jerked his arms behind him and restrained them with one of my ties. Walking around in front of the kneeling teenager, he made a big show of covering his entire hand with lubricant. I had a bad feeling about this.

I knew in my head that these two stubborn men needed to work this out between them. But, did I have the stomach for it if things got rough? I cared about both of them, and I didn't see any way this was going to be a win-win situation.

Paul knelt behind JD. Although I couldn't see what he was doing, from JD's reaction, I guessed he was roughly finger fucking him.

"Why did you rape Jax?" Paul demanded from JD as he continued whatever he was doing to him from behind.

"After you were all returned to the pantry and locked in for the night, I found my pa up in the lodge master bedroom," JD recalled. "Jax was naked on the bed. Pa said he brought me a present."

"You haven't answered my question. Why did you rape him?" Paul repeated, doing something that caused JD to react in pain.

"Ahh. Fuck! Pa said he was your kid and he wanted to see me fuck him," JD continued. "He was good looking and I had never met him before. Fucking someone else is always better than pa fucking me."

"So, you raped an innocent kid to save your own ass?" Paul accused, gritting his teeth and doing something hard enough that JD cried out and bent forward until his forehead was against the floor.

"Yes, I wanted to save my own ass and I was happy to fuck your boy to do it," JD confessed.

Bent over the way he was, I could see the whip marks across his back from where his pa wailed on him and Paul working his hand into his ass. It looked like he was shoving four fingers in and out, causing JD to groan into the carpet each time he pressed into him.

"What did you do to him exactly?" Paul interrogated. "Don't you dare lie to me."

"Hmm, I got him some food and made him sit on the floor to eat it. I put the collar I am wearing now on him with a leash. Then I took my clothes off. Pa wanted me to scare him with the size of my dick. I stuck it in his face and made him suck it."

JD paused as Paul ground his hand in deeper, pushing his head into the carpet.

"I made him lick my ass and stick his tongue up inside of me. I figured he was just one of those uppity rich kids and I liked humiliating him."

What JD was saying just made Paul more determined to cause him pain. I could see the hurt in his eyes as JD painted a picture in his mind of how his son was used by him. In spite of what Paul was doing to him, JD continued his story.

"I went to take a shower and Jax followed me. I remember he asked about my scars. He was really nice about it, but I knew I was still going to fuck him. If I hadn't done it, pa would have fucked us both. I won't lie, I liked it."

JD fell forward flat on the floor from the force of Paul's hand. Now I could see that Paul had all of his fingers and thumb inside of JD's ass. Just the top of his hand was still visible as he worked his hand back and forth applying even more pressure, working his hand in further.

"Pa threw me the knife and I cut him twice on his chest and licked up the blood."

JD was writhing on the floor now and all I could see of Paul's hand was his wrist. Taking deep breaths, JD somehow continued to tell his story in between groans of pain.

"Ahh! He is a sweet boy and I really liked being inside of him. I was just about to cum when someone told us the lodge was on fire. Hmm! I got Jax outside. Oh fuck! He begged me to make sure all of you got out. So, I left him there and went back in to make sure someone released you from the pantry. The smoke was really thick by then and I couldn't see very well. Someone was already pulling you out of the pantry by the time I got there. Oh god that hurts!"

Paul stopped working his hand, but didn't pull it out. JD lay still and panted.

"Both of you were pretty out of it. I got the little kid, Liam, and carried him outside while some of the guys brought the rest of you. By that time the other buildings were all on fire. I should have tried to get to the soldiers, but I didn't know they were still in there. I swear I didn't know."

"Damn right you should have tried," Paul said accusingly.

"The fire spread so fast. By the time all of you were outside, the firemen were coming. They couldn't get into the bunk house either, it was too late."

I had seen enough. Getting out of bed, I knelt in front of JD and lifted his head into my lap. Stroking his hair, I faced Paul and held his gaze.

"He's just a kid," I pleaded to Paul. "It isn't just the boys who were tortured that were hurt during that attack. Have you asked yourself why he came here, knowing how he would be received? Knowing we would want revenge. He has been telling you the brutal truth knowing all along how it would make you feel. He wanted – no needed, you to punish him."

Paul looked thoughtful. Before my eyes he once again became the beautiful kind man I knew him to be. I continued to stroke JD's hair and he lay quietly in my lap. Paul began extracting his hand, causing as much pain on the way out as he did going in. With his hand free, Paul got up and left. I untied JD and helped him into the bed. Holding him, he seemed content to just go to sleep. When I woke the next morning, he was gone.

The next couple of days were tense. Paul seemed to be lost in his own thoughts and wasn't ready to share them with me. Kai avoided both of us, angry with the way we had treated JD. Not exactly the happy household I had been hoping for. Nights were lonely with no one to share my bed.

I searched for JD but without result. He had not been to his campsite nor did he show up to work with any of the construction crews. I was tempted to contact his parents, but I was not quite that desperate yet.

On the third night we were enduring another silent dinner with just the three of us. The door opened and without any prior warning, Jax walked in. I waited for Paul to jump up from the table and greet his son, or at least say something. He just sat there in some kind of stupor.

"Hi honey, I'm home," Jax announced, throwing his backpack on the entryway floor.

JD crept in behind, still wearing the dog collar he had put on days ago. I was overjoyed to see Jax and relieved to see JD. Since Paul was temporarily brain dead, I got up and greeted Jax with a heartfelt kiss on the mouth and a big bear hug. I did the same to JD.

"How did you get here?" Paul questioned, finally coming back to his senses. "Did he hurt you?"

I knew he was referring to JD. I wondered myself if he had kidnapped Jax. I couldn't imagine his mother letting him go off with a stranger.

"JD came and got me and no of course he didn't hurt me," Jax treated the question with disdain. "And before you ask, yes, mother knows where I am. I just told her I wanted to live with you."

"I can't imagine it was that easy," Paul said suspiciously. "She wouldn't let you just take off with a rapist."

"I didn't give her much of a choice," Jax commented. "JD and I have come to an understanding and we have put all of that behind us."

Jax walked back to the entrance and picked up the leash I had not noticed before. Pulling JD forward, he stopped in front of his father and put his arm around the older boy's waist.

"I suggest you do the same," Jax demanded in no uncertain terms. "He's my boy now."

Jax laughed and gave JD a quick kiss on the lips while the rest of us tried to catch up with what was happening.

"Who does a guy have to fuck to get some food around here?" Jax joked light heartedly.

The spell was broken and everyone started talking at once. Kai put out more plates and I hustled around getting more food on the table. Paul kept hugging Jax so hard, he finally complained he couldn't breathe. JD just stood by with the leash hanging from his collar until Kai made him sit down with the rest of us.

Tomorrow we would figure out if Jax ran away and if we were guilty of kidnapping. Tonight, we were satisfied to be in the same place at the same time without bloodshed. A little bit of peace in the house was the most we could hope for.

Chapter Six
Mama and the gang

"There is nothing concealed that will not be disclosed, or hidden that will not be made known."

Luke 12:2

With JD back at work, it was time to get the security up and going. There were six towers positioned around the edge of the compound. They served as street lights at night, with an LED bluish glow that simulates moonlight. In the mountains, under the trees, the night is so completely black that it is easy to walk right off the side of the road. With the steep slopes, falling off the edge is more than just a sprained ankle.

Besides lighting, the towers also carry a variety of cameras, microphones and sensors attached to Alex that allow him to provide a variety of services. Still being debated is the proposed use of embedded ID microchips and sub lethal remote control guns. The one thing JD and Paul seem to agree on is the need for a lethal deterrent should the militia come calling again. I, on the other hand, fear turning Family Camp into a gulag.

As a compromise, we decided on a sub lethal deterrent in the towers but enough fire power in the drones to stop anything less than a tank. The towers can now incapacitate anyone without an ID chip using a rubber bullet. Anyone who objects to having the chip embedded can put it in a watch or a badge. I learned to inject the chips myself; the procedure is no more intrusive than the annual flu shot.

With the gates closed and five new homes approaching completion, it was almost time to begin interviewing new families. One last security precaution remained. JD arranged for a meet and greet with Mama.

Mama is the matriarch of the local Scottish clans whose ancestors settled the mountain areas back in the 1800's. She is a force to be reckoned with. It was thanks to Mama, that we had escaped the clutches of the militia after the attack. She had overruled the militia leader and arranged to get the hell out of Dodge [reference to escaping somewhere like cowboys in Dodge City, Kansas]. Getting her blessing for Family Camp would go a long way to ensuring our acceptance by the locals. Incurring her wrath would most certainly mean serious trouble. Either way, she was not someone to be ignored.

We came with a beautiful glass vase created by a local artisan. Although they were still avoiding each other as much as possible, I brought both JD and Paul since they were both born and raised in the area. I figured it couldn't hurt to grease the wheels a bit if we were going to try and slide a northern Yankee in unnoticed [Rebels versus Yankees in the American civil war].

I was expecting a rustic log cabin, but Mama lived in a modest brick home adjacent to her son's small farm. They had once raised tobacco but switched to cattle when cigarettes and tobacco became verboten. JD met Mama on the front porch and gave her a kiss on the cheek. She held his face affectionately with both hands before turning her attention to us. Paul took her hand and held it respectfully.

"You been to visit your ma and pa?" Mama asked Paul.

"Not yet, I was discharged recently and just got back," Paul explained.

"You should see them soon," Mama instructed, in a tone that indicated she expected to be obeyed. "Your ma ain't doin' too good these days. JD, would you fetch the sweet tea from the kitchen?"

Paul nodded his acceptance of her instructions and JD went into the house to fetch the tea. I hate sweet tea, but I would drink piss if it meant not offending this woman. Mama sat back down in the rocker she had risen from and motioned for us to take the folding lawn chairs facing her.

JD poured sweet tea into plastic glasses and handed them out to each of us. He handed the gift bag to Mama and she examined the colorful glass vase.

"Looks like some of that fancy glass from down in Hayesville," Mama scrutinized, and added diplomatically. "It was kind of you."

"I wanted to thank you for your assistance when the Mountain Boys paid us a visit," I interjected cautiously.

"The boys get carried away sometimes," Mama sighed. "I am sorry the children were treated poorly. Children are innocent; they shouldn't be taken advantage of."

The accusation was subtle but not unnoticed. The children didn't deserve to be tortured but maybe the adults did?

"I am sure you have heard that we are working on building homes for families up on Frasier's Ridge," Paul offered quietly. "We plan on living there with our own kids and have room now for five more families."

"I've heard all kinds of things about what you plan to do up there," Mama said mysteriously, rocking and hoisting her shawl up over her shoulders. "The biggest liar in the world is They Say. I wouldn't mind hearing the truth direct from the horse's mouth if you have a mind to tell me."

There was the challenge straight out already. Did we tell her the truth or play innocent? This woman was no fool. Everyone said mountain folk were old fashioned but open minded, particularly when it came to family. It was a risk we had to take.

"We want to create a place where parents feel free to raise their kids without interference," I stated simply.

I usually stay out of trouble by saying less and listening more. Particularly with this woman, I didn't want to offer too much.

"Uh huh," Mama nodded and then paused. "There's interference and then there is intervention." She looked at JD thoughtfully for a full minute. "JD, you're wearing a shirt today."

"Yes mam," JD answered politely.

"Take it off," she ordered. "Jeremiah David's pa raised him without interference. I regret to this day not intervening on his behalf."

JD had unbuttoned his shirt and the scars across his chest were clearly visible. I knew what his back looked like already and I motioned for him to stop.

"Unfortunately, we can't guarantee good parents," I began carefully. "I can promise we will be interviewing for loving healthy families."

"Let's not beat around the bush," Mama said spitting on the floor. "There is a church on most every corner here abouts. Some 60's free love hippy crap is not going to go down without a fight around here."

The gauntlet was down. I suppose for an outsider, what we did would look like some free love hippy crap. Help came from an unexpected source.

"It's not like that," JD argued. "My pa beat me and fucked me because that is what got him off. If he cares that I am gone it is only because he doesn't have anyone to beat, fuck or do chores for him. I have seen these kids with their parents. If anything, they are spoiled brats because they don't have to do anything they don't want to. I see love, not lust."

"You be careful talking crude to me young man," Mama admonished JD. "I know your pa abused you and I am willing to believe these men you are with love their kids. That doesn't mean I condone what I know is going on up there."

"My apologies mam," JD said sincerely. "I mean no offense when I say what is going on up there is no worse or even much different than what goes on in some of the most religious homes in these parts."

"As may be," Mama acknowledged. "The good lord does tell us not to judge one another. I can't give you my blessing, but I won't interfere. Folk around here generally believe in live and let live. You may test those boundaries a bit if a bunch of rich Yankees move in."

"I understand that we will have to prove ourselves," I ventured. "I guess we are asking for a fair chance to do that."

"Mm, I admit the construction and bringing in rich families will certainly help out businesses around here and that is no small thing," Mama said thoughtfully. "The best argument you have is that boy, I have never seen JD so – at peace with himself."

Mama scrutinized JD and he smiled and nodded back at her.

"We won't take up any more of your time," I said, figuring we ought to get out while we were ahead. "You have an open invitation to come up and let us show you around."

"Thank ya kindly, I might just take you up on that," Mama said, struggling to get up from her rocker. "I make no promises mind you, but I do wish you success. There is always more than one way to skin a cat. It is hard to go wrong with loving your kids if they love you back."

JD kissed Mama on the cheek and she shook hands with Paul and me. Beating a retreat to the SUV, I let out the breath I didn't realize I had been holding.

As I crawled in behind the wheel, Paul looked over at me. "You look rode hard and put up wet."

"Amen to that!"

Here in America, we assume everyone celebrates Christmas. The reality is only about 30% of the world gives a rip. The holiday season this year was our perfect excuse to celebrate the official opening of Family Camp. The Brooks intended to be back at Frasier's Ridge with their motor coach and planned to bring David and Jason with them from the military academy. Of course, Paul and Jax were here full time now and Jax was trying to convince Luke to come for a visit.

Everyone was busy doing something to prepare for the party. Jax was working on some kind of game or entertainment. Paul and I worked on the menu. Kai was going crazy decorating everything that didn't get out of the way fast enough. JD was working on a special project and desperate to be finished in time.

Snow had come to the mountains and the nights were colder than a witch's tit. When Alex announced someone at the door, I was surprised anyone wanted to be out on a night like this. When I opened the door, I was in for another surprise, although a pleasant one. Bobby, JD's errand boy, was standing on the doorstep.

"Come in, come in, you will freeze your ass off out there," I joked, grabbing the kid by the arm and dragging him inside so I could shut the door.

He didn't know it, because he had been blind folded, but I had seen his ass already and a nice ass it was too.

"Sorry to bother you, but JD sent me to fetch you down to the swimmin hole," Bobby finally got out, looking down at the floor the whole time.

Damn, I didn't want to get out there in the cold. Why couldn't it wait until morning? The only incentive was Bobby riding on the ATV behind me. I made sure to take off with a jerk so that he had to hold on with an arm around my waist to keep from falling off.

Parking on the edge of the road, we took the path back into the woods where the stream emptied out into the pond, otherwise known as the swimming hole. When we arrived, JD was sitting up to his neck in the newly created hot springs spa. The hot water steamed and surged in the natural looking pool. Since we couldn't get heavy equipment back into the area without ripping out trees, JD had dug out the pool with a shovel and pick axe. All of the big rocks had been dragged in and positioned by hand. I had no idea he was this close to finishing.

"Wow JD, this is great," I gushed. "Congratulation's man, this is awesome!"

I checked out the controls and walked around the outside of the pool. The area had even been landscaped with evergreen rhododendrons and some small longleaf pines.

"C'mon Bobby let's try it out," I invited as I started removing my clothes. The trick is to get in quick before you freeze something off.

"Oh, no, I couldn't do that. I don't have a swim suit," the shy boy argued, stepping back as though he was preparing to run.

JD stood up long enough to show that he wasn't wearing a swim suit, before submerging himself again in the hot water.

In the few seconds JD exposed himself, I read the look on Bobby's face. As a rule, I don't allow the G word in my house. Anytime we let others label us, we limit ourselves. Most people, boys in particular, have a wider sexual spectrum than just gay or straight. In this instance I would make an exception, at least in my own mind. This boy was gay, gay, gay!

"Don't tell me you have never been skinny dipping," I chided him. "It feels better without a suit. You just need to get in quick."

Throwing my clothes on a nearby rock, I jumped in and gratefully submerged in liquid warmth. Still hesitant, Bobby fingered the zipper on his jacket while I taunted him. Shamelessly shaming him, I tried everything I could think of to get him to strip down and join us. Maybe he was just getting cold from standing around, but he finally stripped out of his clothes and cautiously stepped into the pool.

"Oh, it's really hot," Bobby complained, wading up to his waist while he hugged his chest from the cold.

"Uh, that's kind of the point," I murmured, while saying in a normal voice, "You will get used to it."

He continued to mince and shiver until JD rose up out of the water and grabbed him, pulling him down with him until the water covered them both up to their necks. JD held him in place, their faces close together, as Bobby adjusted to the temperature change.

In a hot spring spa, lots of minerals are added to the water. This spa was setup with a gas heater and a pump that kept warm air bubbling up from the bottom continuously. Hot water jets were located strategically in the walls and floor and a ledge to sit on ran all around the outside. One end of the spa was both hotter and deeper than the other so that everyone could find their preferred comfort zone.

I was sitting on the ledge in the deepest and hottest section of the pool. JD came towards me, pushing Bobby along backwards in front of him. When Bobby could no longer touch bottom, he started to panic and flail his arms. I reached out and grabbed him from behind and held him against my legs. Grinning, JD treaded water while continuing to hang on to Bobby.

Once he felt secure, he stopped flailing his arms and relaxed back against me. With my arm across his chest, I pulled him closer so that his head rested in my lap and he let his body float in the water. JD moved down so that he was supporting Bobby's back and helping his body to float on the bubbling surface.

Looking down into the boy's handsome face, I rubbed the hot water over his shoulders and down his arms.

"How does that feel now?" I asked, confident of what the answer would be.

"Mm, it feels great," Bobby murmured with his eyes closed.

With Bobby's body stretched out between us, I continued to rub hot water down over his shoulders and across his chest. JD worked his way up from the other end, rubbing the water over his legs and up between his thighs. As he worked his way higher, he placed the boy's legs over his shoulders; his hands rubbing his back and butt under the water.

Emboldened by his obvious enjoyment, I let my hands graze over his nipples and trail down over his stomach. He made appreciative noises, as though he could not keep the feelings in any longer. I knew how he felt. The hot water, the feel of warm naked flesh and his head rubbing back against my hard on was excruciatingly erotic.

JD worked his way up until his head was at the apex of the boy's legs. He licked the boy's balls and his cock immediately reacted. Rising like a periscope from the water, it danced back and forth in the currents. It was quite long for such a young kid, with a noticeable bulge in the middle and tapering off at the head. It looked delicious.

JD continued to tease, licking his inner thigh, his balls or his cock at random. The boy never knew where the next sensation would come from. The more he strained, pushing back against JD's hands and tongue, the harder I massaged his shoulders and chest.

When JD finally swallowed his cock, the boy jerked away hard enough that his body began to sink. JD held on until he had to come up for air. Pushing Bobby upright, he climbed his body, pushing him back into my lap. JD began teaching the boy how to kiss. None of that delicate touching of the lips, he encouraged a thorough tonsil cleansing, tongue sucking full on assault. Holding him up with my hands on his ass cheeks, I let him feel my hard cock rubbing between his legs. I could feel JD playing with the boy's cock and balls when his hand occasionally bumped into my cock down there. With JD rubbing his body against the front of the boy, he was sandwiched between us, but didn't seem to mind.

With his attention fixed on what JD was doing to him, the hot water loosened up the boy's hole enough that I could slide my finger into him without resistance. I just kept it there inside of him, as he explored JD's body with his hands and his mouth with his tongue. Eventually, I thought he might be intentionally rocking back against my hand a little, working my finger around inside of him.

After a thorough kissing lesson from JD, Bobby relaxed back against me. The expression on his face was one of complete contentment. For such a shy boy, he should have been nervous and fearful to be naked and vulnerable with two older guys manhandling his body. It was if he knew he was finally in a place that would not judge, humiliate or reject him because he preferred to screw around with boys instead of girls. I had not given it any thought that some local kids might find Family Camp a sanctuary too. It must be tough here in such a conservative rural part of the mountains, always having to pretend your highest priority was 'scoping babes'.

I would have loved to stick around and watch JD fuck him, but something told me tonight was just an introduction for Bobby. The more advanced fucking lesson would be some time in the future. Rubbing my hands over his chest one last time, I gave him a hug and worked my way out from under him.

"Thank you boys, for letting me join you, but I will take off now and let you have some privacy," I said, while climbing out into the cold air and opening up the towel cabinet for a warm towel.

If you are going to have an outside spa, warm towels are essential. Dressed in record time, I started down the path to the ATV. When I looked back one last time, the boys were still neck deep, their faces close together talking between kisses. It made me smile.

Today was the day! Paul and Jax had headed out early to pick up Luke. His mother was scheduled to leave on a Christmas cruise and was anxious to have someone take him for the ten days she would be gone. I expected them to pull in anytime now.

The Brooks family was also on their way in the motor home. I received a call from David saying they should pull in some time around noon. I could hardly wait.

Meanwhile there was plenty to do to get ready for the big party tonight. Kai was wrapping the last of the presents we intended to have Santa and his elf hand out. I had been in the kitchen all morning doing prep work for the food that would be cooked or baked later in the day.

Alex announced Paul's SUV entering the gate. I headed for the front door to greet them. Luke's mother told us he was still having trouble dealing with what had happened to him during the militia attack. Everyone had been given strict instructions not to touch Luke without asking his permission first. I secretly hoped that being back with us would help him work through his feelings.

Standing on the porch in the cold winter wind, I smiled at Luke as he got out of the car. He looked thinner, with a distant look in his eyes. I realized they must have him on some kind of mood drug.

"Hello Luke," I said in my best cheery tone of voice, "I am so glad you are here, we missed you. Can I give you a hug?"

He gave me a shrug, so I hugged him, careful to not make him feel restrained. I put my arm around his shoulder and led him into the house. I should have realized the new house looked enough like the old one that it could be a trigger. Stepping inside the foyer, Luke froze looking at the great room that was just like where he had been held down on the table that looked just like the new table in the dining room. I could almost see the memories playing across his face. The men held him down on the table while forcing his brother and his father to rape him.

"C'mon big guy, let me show you your room," I coaxed, hoping to interrupt his thoughts.

He let me pull him with me over to the staircase and we went up together. Jax brought up his luggage and the trigger moment seemed to pass.

The morning progressed quickly and Alex announced he had opened the gate for the Brooks rolling palace. I stood on the porch again as nervous as a virgin who dropped their soap in a prison shower. This was Jason's first visit home since attending military school. Would he be the same loveable boy I had sent away?

Kai joined me on the porch as his parents and brother disembarked from the coach. There were lots of hugs and questions as they milled around. David stepped out and I experienced a dizzying heart arrhythmia. That tall, dark haired handsome boy was my son. Lucky me.

Jason stood on the coach step surveying the area with a critical gaze; his spiky short blond hair and compact body in sharp contrast to his half-brother. He had grown. He wasn't just taller, there was just more there – there; more height and breadth, more presence. We made eye contact and I smiled for him; he didn't. I held my arms out; afraid he wouldn't come to me. Thankfully he did and I hugged him fiercely. When we broke apart, he kissed me briefly on the mouth and I breathed a sigh of relief. The old Jason was still in there somewhere. I put my arm around Jason's shoulders and the other around David and we went in together.

"David, are you expecting more company?" Robert asked when I handed him his first drink.

"No, why?" I asked conversationally.

We were relaxing in the great room, a big fire built up in the fireplace, watching the snow fall through the floor to ceiling windows looking north, out over the rock cliff drop off to the mountain range in the distance.

"There were cars and people milling around down by the gate when we came through," Robert commented. "I thought maybe they were waiting to get in."

"Alex, show us the gate," I spoke to the air.

The wall screen in the great room came to life with a live cam of the area around the gate. Robert was right, there were a few cars parked just outside the entrance and a mix of people walking around or talking in small groups. I was immediately suspicious, but I didn't recognize anyone and there were no visible weapons. Could it be something as innocent as a meeting place to share a ride? I left the cam up while I went to find Paul.

By the time we came back to the great room together, a bus had rolled in and was unloading people. As we watched, a man in a suit climbed up on one of the landscaping boulders with a Bible in his hands and started to preach. The crowd gathered like baby chicks around the mother hen. Several of the men and women in the crowd carried Bibles and they occasionally raised them in their fists in agreement with whatever condemnation the preacher was delivering.

The boys came up from the game room, curious about what was going on. They began watching the wall screen with us, listening to the preacher and the responses from the crowd as more people continued to join them. Standing off to the side, Luke was staring at the screen, a look of horror on his face. I nudged Paul and nodded at Luke. He went to him and knelt down, careful not to touch him unexpectedly.

"Luke, it's okay. They can't get in," Paul assured his son.

Luke licked his lips and nodded, but he continued to stare until his father blocked his view of the screen with his body. Taking him by the arm, he pulled him over to a sofa and sat with him. Why today of all days did the crazies have to crawl out of the woodwork?

As long as they were just entertaining themselves in front of the gate, I wasn't too concerned. It was when the pickups started rolling in and the men with rifles and semi-automatic weapons showed up that I knew we were in trouble.

Luke saw them too. His entire body was shaking and he kept saying no over and over, curling into a ball in the corner of the sofa. Paul tried to hold him, but Luke flailed at him, as though trying to fight off the hands that had held him down before. It was heart wrenching to see the boy in agony. A switch flipped inside of me. I didn't realize until that moment that I had a trigger too. It was seeing my boys threatened. Never again.

I went up to the master suite to dig out my old special forces' equipment. I had hoped to never have to use it again, but if some of the men in the crowd recognized real military equipment versus wannabe camo, it would be worth the effort. When I came down, David and Jason blocked the bottom of the stairs.

"What are you planning to do?" David demanded. "You go down there; you are going to be an easy target."

"Paul," I called. To the boys I said, "Relax boys, we have this covered."

Paul called Jax over to take his place on the sofa comforting Luke. He came over to join the impromptu war counsel.

"Bullshit," Jason spat out, "You can't go down there without backup."

"Is this what they teach you at military school?" I questioned, "To disrespect your father?"

"No sir," Jason replied, not at all intimidated as I had hoped he would be, "They taught us to protect the ones we love."

"And that's exactly what I am doing," I answered, running my hand through his short bristly hair.

"Not without backup!" he said emphatically.

I sighed. "Talk some sense into your brother," I appealed to David.

"He's better on the rifle range than I am," David stated, "He should cover you and I will help Paul in the control room. I'm better with a joy stick. I can man one of the drones."

I was frustrated. The last thing I wanted was for one of the boys in the line of fire. How could I convince them to leave this to me and Paul? As though reading my mind, David responded to my unasked question."

"We were victims last time. Never again. Never – again."

In the back of the closet in the gun safe, I dug out an M5E1 precision sniper rifle with a good scope on it. As rifle's go, there are better, but this one had a stand, a good scope and was simple enough to use without a lot of practice. Jason would cover my back from up on the ridge, hopefully no one would ever know he was there. Paul and David would monitor and protect the perimeter using Alex and the drones. We each had a cell phone hooked up to Alex so that we could communicate with each other real time.

I rode the ATV down and parked it out of sight of the gate. Walking the rest of the way, I mounted a landscaping boulder just inside so that I was at about the same height as the preacher still carrying on outside.

"You are all trespassing on private property," I yelled over the preaching. "You need to leave immediately."

"We are here to destroy Sodom-and-Gomorrah! Do not listen to the demon, he only appears to be a human!" the preacher accused, pointing at me and prattling on without pausing. "They intend to sodomize children. If we let them, they will rape your children and turn them into homosexuals."

There was so much wrong with just that one statement, it was hard to take any of it seriously. I suppose you could compare us to Sodom or Gomorrah, but both was like saying we were Chicago and Los Angeles all at the same time. Of course, psychologists will be interested to know that raping children makes them gay. Everyone wonders why some children from the same family are gay and others are not, mystery solved!

"The sheriff has been notified, please leave peacefully now," I yelled.

We had made the obligatory 911 emergency call, but no one expected the sheriff's department to respond until the confrontation was over. The militia had enough embedded personnel and influence in the area that law enforcement did not cross them.

"…the men of Sodom, both young and old, all the people to the last man, surrounded the house; and they called to Lot, 'Where are the men who came to you tonight? Bring them out to us, so that we may know them.'…," the preacher read from his Bible.

I heard shots fired from the west over the top of the preacher's grating voice. Some of the men with weapons in the crowd heard it too and strained to listen.

"Paul, what's happening?" I asked into my phone.

"A group of militias tried to get up the west slope. They were wearing vests but the rubber bullets at least knocked them back down."

The men in the crowd had phones too and I could tell they didn't like hearing from their flanking group that they had been repelled. Some of the men were pointing up at the towers, trying to figure out where the remote-control weapons were. Others pointed their guns at me. I had a Smith & Wesson at my back, but if it came to that, I was probably dead already.

While the preacher continued to call us everything from pedophiles to Satan himself, a tractor came down the road and pulled up in front of the gate. Several of the men got busy hooking chains from the tractor to the gate posts. The intention was clear, they were going to pull down the gate.

"Get the men away from the tractor," David said over the phone.

"Clear the area!" I yelled waving my arms motioning them back. "For your own safety, get back!"

The drone came up over the trees and everyone looked up. Even the preacher stopped wailing as the sound of the rotors overrode everything else. People backed away toward the parked cars, unsure of what the drone was going to do.

It was too small to call a missile. The projectile seemed to come down in slow motion. As explosions go, it was a small one. The tractor was out of commission, but it certainly stirred up the hornet's nest. Having accomplished its goal, the drone took off, back up over the ridge. Everyone had taken cover, but they came out yelling and brandishing their weapons. Some of them headed for the gate, determined to climb over. The situation was going to hell in a hurry.

JD appeared from nowhere. Standing alone and unarmed, he held up his hands as if to hold back the tide of men rushing the gate. It worked in that everyone stopped and stared at him. The quiet was eerie as everyone seemed confused when they recognized one of their own on our side of the gate.

Still holding up his arms, JD stripped off his shirt. With a trace of snow falling around him, he faced the crowd bare chested, dressed in his signature low hanging jeans. Using a stick he picked up along the road, he began writing in the loose dirt of a graded slope on the other side of the roadway.

With his back to the crowd, the whip and knife scars were clearly visible. There were gasps from the crowd from those who had not seen them before. He wrote three words across the slope.

Beating

Incest

Rape

Under beating he wrote PA -> JD. He wrote same under Incest and Rape. The murmuring of the crowd sounded like angry bees. Jimmy, the leader of the militia and JD's pa, came out of the crowd.

"That's a lie!" he yelled to the crowd.

"Look at his back and tell me it's a lie," an old women yelled back.

Mama stood defiantly at the edge of the crowd in her shawl. They glared at each other as the rest of the crowd boiled around them, gossip flying faster than bullets.

JD ignored them and kept writing. Under Incest he wrote 'Randy -> Meredith'. Under Beating he wrote 'PA -> Bobby'.

The crowd began buzzing again until Mama's voice rose above the din.

"Y'all think Randy and Meredith are married, but they are actually brother and sister," Mama explained. "They love each other, but they could never be married."

"Oh my god, that's why they never talk about their family," someone from the crowd shouted.

"Their kids are all bastards!" someone else yelled out. "Freaks!"

I suspected the Bobby listed under beating was JD's errand boy. It made me sad to think the shy sensitive gay boy was being beaten by his father.

JD kept writing. Under Incest and Rape, he wrote Rev -> Mary. There were gasps and bedlam from the crowd on this one. The preacher yelled from his lofty perch.

"Liar! You are one of them. A wolf in sheep's clothing. Shoot him!"

Mama walked to the front of the crowd between them and JD who still had his back to them.

"But Jesus stooped down, and with his finger wrote on the ground, as though he heard them not. So, when they continued asking him, he lifted up himself and said unto them, He that is without sin among you, let him first cast a stone," Mama quoted from memory, "John 8:6 and 7."

It amused me that JD was being compared to JC, but I could hardly argue with Mama saving our ass again. A pretty teenage girl came out of the crowd and stood by Mama.

"It's true except it's not the whole truth," the girl said turning to JD. "You need to add the same under Beating."

"Mary! What are you doing?" the preacher yelled down at his daughter. "Wait until I get you home girl!"

That seemed to be the trigger or maybe they were afraid that JD would keep writing. The crowd began to dissipate until only Mama, Mary and the preacher were left.

"You won't be able to deny it much longer pa," Mary said to her father. "I'm pregnant."

"Satan take you because I won't," the preacher proclaimed looking down on his daughter. "I won't have you pretending your bastard is mine. You're nothing but a slut and I have no daughter anymore."

The vile man climbed down off his rock and walked away. The poor girl began to cry and Mama put her arms around her trying to comfort her as best she could.

"Where will I go?" she whimpered. "What will I do?"

"You can stay here with us," I heard myself say. "At least until the baby is born and you have your education finished."

Mama looked at me suspiciously. "Why would you do that? Her pa will give you nothing but grief if you take her in."

"I don't know, maybe because it is the one place around here where she won't be judged?"

Mama nodded. "You keep taking in strays and I might have to give you my blessing after all," she remarked appreciatively.

"Alex, open the gate," I said into my phone. "Mama, Mary, why don't you come on in."

Chapter Seven
The party

"A time to weep, and a time to laugh; A time to mourn, and a time to dance;"

Ecclesiastes 3:4

Surprisingly, no one gave me a hard time about offering Mary a place to stay. In fact, I seemed to be getting admiring glances from everyone while I showed Mama and Mary around the place. I wasn't sure what I had done right, but I wasn't one to piss in my cheerios [cereal].

We decided for Mary's sake, to give her the privacy of the guest house. It wasn't completely set up yet, but close enough to save her from the shock of the uninitiated to our way of life. Mama gave her usual sharp tongue a rest as I introduced her to the Brooks family, David and Jason. Jason in particular seemed to amuse Mama, as he regaled her with stories from military school.

With Mama safely escorted out of the gate and Mary setting up in the guest house with Cindy's help, it was time to focus on something more than being overrun by a religious mob. After all the excitement, it was a bit surreal to concentrate on mixing up a potent batch of eggnog, some homemade soup and a variety of sandwiches and desserts.

As night fell like a curtain around the lodge, we toasted to our success at repelling our first attack. David was still high from the exhilaration of blowing up the tractor. Even Luke was feeling more secure and seemed like his old self as the drugs wore off.

The party began to ramp up. Alex served as DJ, providing a variety of music and we cleared the center of the great room for dancing. JD came in dressed as a sexy Santa with Bobby his sexy elf. They both wore a red and green plaid fleece drawstring lounge pant and a Santa hat. Bare chested, they accessorized with a red leather collar and wristbands. Particularly when JD walked, you could tell there was nothing under the soft fleece but his swinging cock and balls. As Bobby bent over holding open Santa's big canvas bag, the fleece outlined his bubble butt. The gifts included a Family Camp coffee mug with an FC logo on it, an Alex embedded android tablet and a copy of the outfit JD and Bobby were modeling.

Jax started up the entertainment he had created on the wall screen. It was a series of pictures and video clips of body parts from celebrities and household members all mixed together. The game was to guess who the body part belonged to. It was hilarious as everyone shouted out guesses, trying to match feet, hands and more intimate parts to famous people or family. Cindy joined in after getting Mary comfortable. Being the only woman of the group, she complained that her parts were too obvious.

As everyone helped themselves to food and drinks, Paul and Jax came out dressed in the same sexy outfit as JD and Bobby, minus the Santa hats. I was envious of the superior genetics that gave Paul and his boys their perfect hair, teeth and a mesomorph body type. Mesomorphs don't have to be a slave to the gym to put on muscle or starve themselves to keep from gaining weight. Paul and Jax began dancing together in some kind of synchronized performance. I found out later that Jax had once been in a dance contest and Paul had helped him rehearse enough that he learned the routine himself. They arranged with Alex in advance to play the music so they could perform. They were gorgeous together, Jax a slightly smaller version of his handsome father.

Robert and Cindy were watching the pair like hawks stalking a field mouse. As the father/son duo flashed their perfectly mounded pecs and sculpted torsos, who would not want to unwrap the rest of the package? When the performance ended, Paul continued to slow dance with Jaxson, holding his son tight, with his head against his chest.

There is nothing like the radiant heat from a fireplace to make a room cozy warm. I saved some cherry wood for the fire because it smells so good. The spiked eggnog and punch helped everyone put away the stress and worries of life outside of Family Camp for the duration of one magical night.

Kai and Kaleb were next to show up in the costume of the evening. The adorable twins danced together giving Paul and Jax stiff competition for the cutest couple. With their shiny black hair, bronzed skin and identical bodies, it made you want to see them do more than dance.

Now that the trend was set, everyone else seemed willing to get in on the fun. Cindy looked stunning in the same outfit with the addition of a red leather sports bra. She danced with Kaleb while Robert took on Kai. When David and Jason joined the others on the dance floor, I no longer noticed anyone else. David had grown taller and put on more muscle. Jason was no longer the little boy I had carried upstairs and put to bed at night. He held himself so erect, so confident. I wanted to reacquaint myself with this sexy new boy.

Luke was sitting on the sofa by himself. We were the only ones left out of costume. I sat down by him and we watched the others dancing for a few minutes.

"Will they come back?" Luke asked me while continuing to watch the others dance.

"Yes," I answered truthfully. I would have lied if I was any good at it.

"I'm sorry I'm scared all the time," he apologized.

"Oh no, I'm the one who is sorry," I said making him look me in the eye. "It was my job to keep you safe. I trusted someone else to do that and it was a mistake, my mistake. It won't happen again."

I picked up his hand and held it loosely. He let me. In what seemed like a previous life, I had relied on the military to keep us safe. Now we were building our own security. Would it be enough? I was betting on it.

"I can't stand to feel held down. Sometimes I can't even have a blanket on me at night. I know it doesn't make any sense, but I can't help it," he confessed, looking away.

"I won't bore you with a big long war story, but one time I was captured and they caned the bottom of my feet," I recited the story, trying not to show the emotion that went with it. "Even after my feet healed, I couldn't stand to wear shoes. I don't know why. It doesn't make any sense why shoes would bother me. For one whole summer I wore long bell bottom pants, big enough that no one could tell I didn't have shoes on."

Luke giggled. He looked thoughtful for a moment, but then broke out in giggles again.

"I don't believe you. You are making that up," he accused.

"What? That I didn't wear shoes for a whole summer? I swear it's true," I defended myself.

"No," he giggled again, "That pants were shaped like bells on the bottom. How weird is that?"

We laughed together and it felt good.

"You want to go get dressed up?" I asked, hoping to coax him into joining the fun.

"Okay, and we won't wear shoes," he assured me.

Night was fully upon us and Alex had turned up the recessed ceiling spots so that islands of light spilled around two sides of the great room, but only the glow of the fire lighted the heart of the room. The indirect lights in the apex made the pine tongue in groove ceiling and cross timbers shine. The window walls to the north and east let us see the outline of the mountains and pinpoints of lights from other houses and towns in the distance. The snow made everything fairyland white in the soft glow of the outside lights that simulated the night of a full moon.

I danced with Luke for a few minutes before Paul cut in. I could tell he was happy that I had coaxed Luke into participating. Everyone was dancing now except JD and Bobby. I had seen JD dance before; it wasn't his strong suit. I asked Bobby if he wanted to dance and he graciously accepted.

The thing about dancing in the equivalent of a pajama bottom, is it gets intimate really quick. I was determined to protect Bobby's virtue, but he was having none of it. He pressed himself against me enough that I felt his erection against my thigh and his hard nipples against my bare chest.

"I like older men," he said, as I felt his hand on my butt.

"Oh, thanks, I think."

I hoped he was simply comparing me to JD, otherwise I should be insulted. It didn't stop me, however, from enjoying the feel of his body against mine. As we danced by, I couldn't help but notice Kai being openly frisky with Robert. As I watched, he brushed his hand across Robert's groin where his hard on was already tenting the thin material. Cindy and Kaleb, who were also dancing nearby, had also noticed and seemed to be amused by Robert's confused expression. He didn't seem to be able to decide if he should stop what Kai was doing or enjoy it.

By the end of the song, Kai was openly groping his father and most everyone had noticed. While I wasn't surprised that Kai would want to be intimate with Robert, I was surprised that he was being so public about it. Being public seemed to be part of the excitement. I felt somewhat responsible for Kai's new more aggressive confidence, although JD probably had more to do with it than I did. Hopefully, his parents would see the changes as character building and not that I had turned him into a cheap boy slut.

As the next song started playing, I expected Kai and his father to find a bedroom or at least sit out the song on a sofa. Instead, Kai began slow dancing again while he pulled the draw string loose on his father's pants and inched them down. Pressing himself against his father's side, he stroked his father until the tip of his cock was showing above the waistband of his pants. Robert looked embarrassed, but didn't stop his son from slowly exposing his groin and eventually most of his cock to the room.

As they turned, continuing to dance, I saw that Kai had his other hand inside the back of his father's pants, kneading his butt. Eventually the pants fell to the floor and Robert had to decide to pull them up or step out of them. He stepped out of them. Dancing now in front of the fireplace in just a leather collar and wristbands, everyone could appreciate his athletic build and shapely ass highlighted by the flickering light of the fire on his skin. Kai stroked his cock, holding it out as though presenting it to the crowd and then letting it bounce before gripping it again. Turning with the music, he was also playing with his father's ass, letting his fingers slide up and down his butt cheeks.

I wasn't sure how Robert felt about being on display, but everyone else was enjoying the show. Bobby's cock was hard against me and I couldn't resist gripping it through the fleece. Although his body trapped my cock between us, his hands were busy exploring my butt. Meanwhile Cindy and Kaleb had given up dancing and were just standing still staring at Kai and his father. When Kai reached out to Kaleb, his twin went over to join them leaving his mother abandoned for the moment. Fortunately, Luke had excused himself, leaving Paul available to diplomatically ask Cindy to dance. Cindy was more than happy to melt into the arms of the bare chested man she had been admiring all evening.

Still dancing with his naked father, Kai pulled his brother in to dance with them, their arms around each other. Kai kissed his brother on the mouth, his father watched the boys, cock twitching openly. As the kiss continued, Kaleb seemed to be kissing back passionately enough. From what Kai had told me, I knew it wasn't their first kiss. He pulled the drawstring on his own pants and let them fall. I could feel the sexual tension in the air as the naked boy drew everyone's attention. The sight of the perfectly proportioned back tapering down into his tight butt was indescribably erotic. His cock and balls winked in and out of sight as he danced, pressing himself against his father's naked body.

The way that Robert looked down at his exposed son, made me wonder if he had never touched him before. Had he not dared to initiate the encounter without Kai's intervention? My relationship with David and Jason was so natural now, I didn't give much thought to how awkward it might be the first time.

The dancers gave the family orgy the space around the fireplace. Kai was on his knees swallowing his father's cock as his brother looked on. I knew what that warm mouth felt like and things down south got uncomfortably hard from the memory. Bobby watched as though seeing a three headed alien. I tried to imagine what it would feel like to suddenly realize there were others in the world just like you, when you thought you were the only one. I sighed. Was Bobby another stray to be taken in?

JD joined us and I gratefully gave up my place, giving the excuse that I needed another drink. JD and Bobby where a strange couple, the macho man/boy with the scarred back and the innocent gay boy with the scarred psyche. Opposites attract? I hoped so.

I poured another tumbler of eggnog at the kitchen island. I'm not into it, but I think piss actually tastes better than eggnog. I only drink it so no one will accuse me of being Ebenezer Scrooge.

"David, there is a law enforcement car at the gate," Alex announced.

The little kitchen counter screen showed the sheriff's car at the gate with its red and blue flashers strobing. Alex got it right, of course the lights were a dead giveaway. Shit! Isn't one drama a day enough? I grabbed a work coverall from the utility room and put it on over my party clothes. It wouldn't do to flash skin at the sheriff. I was grabbing the ATV keys from the kitchen drawer when Bobby stopped me.

"Let me go with you," he begged.

He looked so young and cute when he spoke, like a boy asking to borrow the car to take his date to the prom.

"No. Why would you think I should take you to meet with the sheriff?" I wondered out loud.

"Because that's my pa."

"Oh, hell no! The sheriff is not your pa?"

He didn't say anything but the look on his face said it all. Yeezus Christe on a pogo stick!

"And what is he going to say when he finds you here?" I demanded, hand to my head as I felt a headache coming on fast.

"He won't say anything in public but he will beat me when I get home," he shared, as he regressed into a shy introverted abused child in front of my eyes.

JD came in wearing full hunting camo gear complete with hat.

"Where the hell do you think you are going?" I demanded in my favorite sarcastic grumpy voice, the one I usually reserve for telemarketers.

"I'm going with you," he stated without apology as he grabbed the keys out of my hand.

"Have you boys all gone insane?"

It was a rhetorical question since they had left me alone in the kitchen. If I didn't hurry, I would miss my ride. JD drove with Bobby and me holding on to the roll bars. Bobby had thrown on a coat over the party outfit but he was still wearing the Santa hat. Even with the coat, it had to be cold without a shirt on under it.

The sheriff was standing just outside the gate as we pulled up in a flurry of snow and gravel.

"Open up, this is the sheriff," he yelled, stating the obvious.

"You're a bit late sheriff. The emergency was hours ago," I taunted.

"I've been busy. You aren't the only citizens in my county you know," he replied. "Now open up."

"No! This is private property. So, unless you have a warrant you don't come in," I countered. "We can talk right here."

He noticed Bobby and got an ugly look on his face. "Bobby, what are you doing in there?"

"I'm staying with JD," Bobby said in a quiet little boy voice, his confidence fading in the face of his pa.

"Does Jimmy know about where you are," the sheriff directed to JD, recognizing him for the first time.

"I work here now and Bobby is under my protection," JD announced, coming up to the gate and looking the sheriff in the eye.

"You're getting mighty big for your britches boy," the sheriff growled. "I'll deal with you boys later. The Rev tells me you kidnapped his daughter." He directed back at me.

"Mary is staying here of her own free will after her pa disowned her. There were witnesses."

"And who were these witnesses?" he asked scornfully.

"Mama for one," I name dropped.

I thought he paled a little at the mention of the area matriarch. I didn't blame him. Having Mama come after you would not be a pleasant experience.

"I will check into it, but I know you are under indictment for kidnapping a young boy back in Chicago," he continued, "and then there is the possible man slaughter charges from the incident this summer."

"The kidnapping accusations have been dropped due to extenuating circumstances and you know exactly what went on when the militia attacked us."

"Well, that's your side of the story," he said dismissively. "Seems to me like you have been a trouble maker ever since you moved in around here. I will be keeping an eye on you."

"Is that a threat sheriff?" I asked, failing to be intimidated.

"Take it however you want. Bobby, I expect you home by the time I get there and you know what is coming when I do."

"Bobby will be staying with me tonight," JD said moving between the sheriff and his cowering son. " And if I see bruises on Bobby, I will know where they came from."

"I think you have forgotten that I am the law around here and that is my son," the sheriff threatened angrily.

"I think you have forgotten I am the militia enforcer," JD countered.

They glared at each other like a couple of prison yard bullies.

"C'mon boys, let's go. I'm getting cold," I complained, wanting to end the standoff before it escalated.

Back in the warmth of the kitchen I was determined to not let the 'world gone crazy' ruin my evening. Taking off the coveralls, I joined JD and Bobby and we crossed the foyer into the great room. The show was still going on. Robert was lying on the rug we kept in front of the fire place for exactly the purpose they were using it for. Kai was still working over his father's cock. On his knees hunched over his father's stiff member, Kai's cute little butt was sticking up in the air with his cock and balls dangling down between his legs. I remembered having my cock in there and I was tempted to join the group and repeat the experience. I looked at JD to see how the view was affecting him. He had been inside Kai quite often. How did he feel about sharing?

I remembered JD's last encounter with Robert on the floor of their motor coach. Robert had yowled like a scalded cat the whole time JD fucked him with Cindy looking on. Most boy lovers with a beautiful naked boy servicing them would have flipped them over and fucked the shit out of them by now. I blame the eggnog for making me this slow. Robert liked to be dominated! He needed to get fucked.

I draped my arms over Bobby and JD's shoulders while I whispered my suspicions in JD's ear. The smile he gave me back was truly evil. Shedding his camo shirt and pants, JD strutted into the great room naked, cock and balls swinging. Kneeling down beside Kai, he whispered in his ear as his hand caressed his back and butt.

JD got back up and retrieved a big ottoman from a nearby conversation pit. Setting it down on the rug in front of the fire, he grabbed Robert and manhandled him over the ottoman face down. Smacking his ass hard enough to leave a hand print, he knelt across his shoulders holding him down while he pulled his legs apart. Kai put his middle finger in his mouth and then inserted it into Robert's asshole. The willing victim groaned and wiggled his butt against the intrusion. Yep, this was what he had been waiting for all night.

Ever helpful, JD retrieved some lubricant and lovingly coated Kai's cock and balls with it. Taking his time, he stroked Kai's cock until it was rock hard. They shared eye contact while Kai finger fucked his dad and JD prepared his son to fuck him. With a pulsing hard cock, Kai turned to replace his finger with something bigger. Robert's loud yowl announced to the world that his son had mounted him. Kai immediately began pushing in and out all the way, pausing at each end of the stroke to let his cock pulse inside of its warm human sleeve. Having finished assisting Kai; JD turned his attention to Kaleb who was standing by, watching wide eyed.

I still had my arm around Bobby while we watched JD attempt to seduce Kai's twin brother.

"Does this kind of thing happen all the time here?" Bobby asked me, with wonder in his voice.

"I don't know yet, maybe," I said truthfully. "What do you think?"

"I think I died and went to heaven," the young gay boy sighed.

I chuckled and pulled on his nipple playfully. He snuggled back against me, rubbing my cock with his butt.

"Do you want to go join them?" I suggested as I tweaked and pulled on his other nipple. When he didn't answer I asked, "Do you want JD to fuck you?"

He was thoughtful before he answered, "No, but I want to sleep with you."

That was an intriguing thought and I gave it consideration as I held him and ran my hands over his chest.

Meanwhile JD was sitting naked on the fireplace hearth in front of Kai and Robert, with Kaleb standing between his legs facing him. JD was talking quietly to the boy and touching him platonically on his arms and shoulders. Occasionally Kaleb would nod at whatever JD was saying and they would watch his dad getting fucked by his brother. Kai was stretched over his father's back, humping his ass with long fast strokes. Robert was still making loud noises with each penetration while watching JD try to seduce his remaining virgin son.

Cindy came in on Paul's arm, her face flushed and glowing. I suspected she had enjoyed our recent divorcee's attentions in one of the other rooms. Spying Robert spread-eagled, it was obvious to everyone that she liked watching her husband take a cock up the ass. The fact that it was her son, was icing on the cake. She knelt beside Kai, running her hand down his back and between his legs so that she could play with his cock and balls where they connected with her husband's ass. Kissing Kai on the head, she rose and moved over to where JD sat, his cock and balls hanging down over the hearth. She groped him, appreciating the size of his equipment before turning her attention to Kaleb. Kissing him on the lips, she hugged him, her hand on his butt. She said something to him, kissed him again and then retreated to the nearest sofa openly touching herself and horny enough to hump the furniture.

Now Kaleb had his hands on JD's chest as he held him between his legs with a hand around each side, palming his butt cheeks over his pants. I knew JD's flat chest was as hard as steel and just like Kai, Kaleb seemed to be mesmerized by the thin white scars that crisscrossed it. After he traced the lines with his finger, JD took his hand and placed it on his long semi-hard cock. Kaleb held it gingerly in his fingers, in this case the snake enchanting the charmer.

I have never actually watched someone seduce a boy before. It ran along the edge of the height of sexuality that was vaguely uncomfortable. I ate the feelings like a rich dessert.

David came up from the game room and joined us. He kissed me with lots of tongue and noted Bobby appreciatively. We had not spent a lot of time together since he arrived and I was glad that he had sought me out.

"This is like a fantasy come true," David complimented, "You have created something unique and beautiful. And speaking of beautiful…"

David ran his fingers lightly over the front of Bobby's pants, waiting to see what kind of response he would get from the boy. Bobby stared openly at David's bare upper body physique. It was worth staring at. Somehow since the last time I had seen him, he had emphasized the muscles in his chest and upper torso while decreasing the size of his lower torso and waist. Military school had also improved his posture and the result was striking. David put his arm around my waist and went back to teasing Bobby's cock through his pants.

I could feel Bobby's breath catch each time David touched his sensitive groin. I had seen Bobby naked before in the hot spring spa. Somehow holding him and watching him get sexually excited out of the water made me want him more.

Kai was still balls deep inside his father's ass, but they were no longer fucking. They were both watching JD and Kaleb. Kaleb was positioned at an angle with his pants half way down his legs. JD was massaging his privates with lubricant. Kaleb had his hands on JD's shoulders to keep his balance as he shifted from one foot to the other as though what JD was doing with his hand was hurting him. He scrunched up his eyes and clenched and reopened his fists. His balls were tight against his fully extended cock and my guess was that if JD did not stop soon, he would orgasm.

David pulled on my waist and we moved closer as a group. JD saw us coming and smiled. David was still a bit uncomfortable around JD, but also attracted to his body. It would be interesting to see which won out in the end. As though our arrival warranted it, JD stripped Kaleb naked except for the obligatory collar and wristbands.

Turning the shy boy around to face the rest of his family, JD made a show of stroking his cock, pulling it out to its full length. Kaleb looked embarrassed, scared and horny all at the same time. JD pulled the boy into his lap while keeping his legs spread to show off his stiff cock and tight balls. His thin chest visibly expanded and contracted as he took in deep breaths.

"Kaleb, your dad likes to look at you naked," JD prompted. "Do you like watching him get fucked?"

The room was silent while Kaleb looked at his brother and then at his dad. "Yes," he admitted.

"I like looking at Kai naked, do you?" JD added.

"Yes," Kaleb said right away. "Did you do that to Kai?" Kaleb asked.

"You mean did I fuck him?" JD asked bluntly. "I did," he admitted.

The whole conversation was so sexually charged there was not a limp dick in the house, except for Cindy who was excited in other ways. I pulled on David's pants and they slid down to the top of his cock. He pulled the drawstring loose and they fell the rest of the way. He was beautifully long and hard and everyone, including JD and Kaleb, stared at him. I fumbled with Bobby's drawstring and shoved his pants down before he could stop me. He struggled against me as if he would pull them back up, but I wouldn't let him.

I had to remember that Bobby was a virgin too and I was confident he had never exposed himself publicly before. He didn't realize how handsome and perfect his young body was. David went to his knees and took Bobby's cock in his mouth. While I held him against me, he struggled and cried out at the intense sexual feelings. Everyone was watching him now as he experienced his first blow job from David's talented tongue.

I dropped my own pants after retrieving a small bottle of lubricant from my pocket. I needed to be able to rub skin to skin against his butt. My finger found his hole and I held it firm against his opening as he moved against the mouth on his cock. Afraid David would make him cum too soon, I pressed the little squeeze bottle into his hole and squirted the lubricant inside. I followed it up with a finger to spread it around. He was hyperventilating a little and might have run away if I would have let him. There was nothing in this world that was going to keep me from getting inside of him.

He was too short for me to enter him standing up without some help. Pulling his leg up, David helped me get it over his shoulder while he continued to stroke and suck Bobby's cock. With his butt stretched open I could bend my knees enough to line up my cock with his hole. I pressed against him, increasing the pressure quickly until the head popped in. He yelled because it hurt. I wanted it to hurt so that he would realize how much better it felt inside later. Pushing it in, I just kept it there, holding him in my arms as he balanced on one foot and David ate his cock and balls.

"Is that what you did to Kai," Kaleb asked JD after watching me penetrate Bobby.

"Yes. Do you want me to fuck you too?" JD asked, expecting him to say no.

I knew he was going to say yes. Kai and Kaleb had shared everything in their life until now. Kaleb was just making sure he experienced everything his brother did, including getting fucked by JD. It made my cock swell inside of Bobby and he whimpered. David stood up again so that he could watch JD and Kaleb, but he continued to stroke Bobby. With both feet on the floor again, Bobby settled down firmly on my cock until it was pressing down hard enough to be almost painful. I took his hand and placed it on David's cock. Bobby didn't seem to understand yet that this was a two-way street. Once I got him started, he went after it like a duck to water.

JD positioned Kaleb in his lap so that one foot rested on the hearth and exposed his butt to the room. Sliding his finger across Kaleb's sphincter, he asked the question again.

"Do you want me to fuck you? I really want to. I want your dad to see my big cock pushed up inside your ass. Don't you want your parents to see you get fucked, just like your dad? Your brother took my cock, I bet you can too."

"Okay," Kaleb said in such a small voice I almost missed it.

JD grinned, "Good boy. I am going to make you feel so good. You are going to love riding my cock, just like your brother did."

Kaleb looked scared but determined. He didn't protest when JD pushed the tip of his finger into his ass and turned his head so he could kiss him hard on the mouth. Everyone watched the finger working its way inside at the same time his tongue pushed into his mouth. When JD let him go, Kaleb gulped for air, breathing heavily. JD got some lubricant and went back to working a finger into his hole. Kaleb squirmed as he was penetrated, making groaning noises while he grimaced and closed his eyes.

"You feel my finger up inside of you? I know it feels strange, but it will feel better in a little while. See your brother and father watching you. They like seeing my finger in there. Let me kiss you again."

JD kissed Kaleb roughly, forcing his tongue into his mouth, distracting him from the finger fucking him hard in the ass. The kiss lasted a long time and Kaleb came up for air with a gasp. JD spread lubricant on his cock and rubbed it against Kaleb's exposed asshole. Everyone watching held their breath, waiting for the first plunge of JD's cock.

It was time for Bobby to get fucked before he had a chance to orgasm. Pulling out my finger, I let David take my place. The two boys were close to the same height, so when I gripped David's cock, I was able to guide it into the hole I had loosened up. Bobby grunted but didn't otherwise protest to having the hunky older teen inside of him. David began fucking him right away, holding him back against him the same way I had. The view from behind was pretty hot, David's tight ass clenching with each thrust.

He paused when I crouched enough to get my cock up into his ass. With each thrust into Bobby, he pulled off the end of my cock and then impaled himself back on it again. It felt good to be connected to David again after such a long time. I hoped I could keep from cumming long enough to see Kaleb get fucked, but it would be a struggle.

Inspired by watching Bobby getting fucked, Kai went back to work on his dad's ass with a vengeance. Robert went back to yowling as his son tore up his ass with his small but very hard cock.

JD was pressing his cock into Kaleb but each time he got close to breaking through, Kaleb squirmed away.

"I know it hurts, but it will be better once we have you stretched out a bit. You are going to love feeling my big cock inside of you. You feel me pressing up in there. Just a little more and it will pop inside. Look at your brother really fucking hard now. Just a little more."

Kaleb struggled pushing against JD's chest and trying to scramble off his lap on his hands and knees. JD wouldn't let him go and when he tried to crawl away, JD went with him pushing into him even harder as he crouched behind the boy and held on to his shoulders. When his cock went in, Kaleb yelled, rivaling his father. He stopped crawling, his arms and legs shaking and his ass impaled with JD's monster cock.

"That's it my beautiful boy, my cock is in your ass now. Just spread your legs and put your head down. That's it. You are so brave and I am going to love fucking you. I will love fucking you the same way I loved fucking your brother and your dad."

The cock in his ass was still hurting him, and Kaleb made another run for it. Jerking off of JD's cock, he flipped over on his back and scooted away from him over the carpet. JD grabbed his leg and pulled him back. Straddling the boy's waist, he loomed over him with his hands on either side of his head.

"You see my balls? Touch them with your hand. That's it, pull on them. See how low they hang. Good boy, that feels really good. Now take my cock in your hand. It's ok, you can touch it. Yes, just like that. Now stroke it. Feel how hard it is? That is what I want to put inside of you."

Kaleb kept stroking, but I could tell JD's approach was not convincing him to give up his ass.

JD gripped Kaleb's cock and balls in one hand. As he squeezed, Kaleb grimaced and hyperventilated. JD kept pulling, stretching the skin enough that Kaleb's butt came off the floor. Kaleb gasped and struggled but couldn't get away. JD let him down, got a new grip and lifted his butt and most of his back off the floor by his cock and balls.

I looked over at Robert to see what his response would be to having his son manhandled. Kai had stopped fucking him and Robert was up on his hands and knees stroking himself as he watched, panting with his mouth hanging open. It guessed Robert was fantasizing it was him JD was manhandling.

Kaleb scrambled over onto his stomach, keeping his sensitive privates away from JD's hand. JD laid down on top of the small boy, stabbing between his butt cheeks with his cock. He slid his cock around until he found his hole. Pressing with the weight of his body, his cock forced its way in.

Kaleb yelled and dragged himself along the carpet on his stomach. JD went with him, sliding in deeper. Kaleb lay still, panting, while his ass adjusted to the big cock stuck in it. JD scooped up the boy and brought him to his hands and knees. His cock was balls deep now and Kaleb still showed the pain on his face but was no longer struggling. Pulling him back with him, JD sat up with Kaleb firmly impaled on his cock sitting in his lap. JD cooed and stroked Kaleb as the boy endured his ass being stretched.

Robert shot his load all over the ottoman. Yeah, for cushion covers that can be dry cleaned. David also unloaded into Bobby about the same time, unable to hold back any longer. I was ready to come too, but David slid off my cock and moved around in front of Bobby. Reaching behind him, he helped Bobby slide his stiff cock inside of him. Bobby didn't seem to know exactly what to do with a flip fuck until David rocked back against him, fucking himself on his cock. Bobby picked up the rhythm.

Kai crawled over to JD and Kaleb, lowering his head to Kaleb's lap, he sucked his cock into his mouth. After a few minutes of sucking, he stopped and held out his hand to his brother. When Kaleb took it, he pulled him off of JD's cock. I wasn't sure what he was doing, until I saw him climb into JD's lap in Kaleb's place. As he settled down on top of JD's cock, he grimaced, as the big rod slid in. With his legs spread, he leaned back into JD's chest and started to pump himself onto the big pole. Everyone could see the hard round flesh disappearing inside of him as he pushed himself down on top of it. Kaleb just stared, not sure who this being was that looked like his brother.

JD was the one squirming and panting as Kai squeezed and stroked his cock inside of his body. Before JD could cum, Kai pulled off of him. Taking Kaleb by the arm, he positioned him onto JD's lap again and guided the still hard cock back into his ass. Kaleb cried out, but not as long or as loud as before. Settling down, he leaned back and let JD hug his body as he thrust up into him. Kai kept eye contact with his brother as he was being fucked. He pinched his nipples and stroked his cock, while his twin learned to appreciate the sensations inside and outside of his body.

Bobby squirted his first ever load into a boy's ass. I held him up as his legs shook and turned to jelly with the strength of his orgasm. I coulda, woulda, shoulda fucked one or both of them right then, but I decided I would prefer to have them later in a bed, rather than standing around in the great room.

Tired and a bit sweaty, all three of us walked over and sat on the hearth. Besides feeling the warmth of the fire, we were closer to where Kai and Kaleb were still milking JD. Robert was sitting on the sofa naked (more dry cleaning) with Paul and Cindy. They looked like they were talking about the boys who were still getting fucked by JD.

Even the inexhaustible twins were finally winding down. With Kai constantly teasing his cock, Kaleb couldn't help but squirt while riding JD's cock. Before he had a chance to dismount, JD unloaded the mammoth build up in his big balls up into Kaleb's ass. He would be shitting cum for a week.

Just because he could, Kai straddled JD's chest and shot his load into his mouth. Swallowing cum was not JD's thing, but he did it for Kai.

Retrieving my fleece from the floor, I asked Alex to recall the others who had wandered off into other parts of the house.

"David and Bobby, there is a bottle of champaign in a bucket on the counter and some glasses. Would you see that everyone gets a glass?"

Playgirl mansion eat your heart out. There were no sexier waiters anywhere than Bobby and David, naked, handing out champaign. I stood over by the grand piano, beside the north window wall and clinked my glass for attention.

"Whew, what a day huh?" I paused dramatically. "I want to thank all of you for making Family Camp real. It has already exceeded my expectations and I just know there is much more to come. Is there anyone who would like to say something before I give a toast?"

"Yeah," Jax piped up. "Why did you call it 'Family Camp'. That's a terrible name."

"Think of the headlines in the local paper tomorrow. 'Reverend protests Family Camp' or 'Militia attacks Family Camp'. See? There is no headline they can write where we don't sound like the party that has been wronged."

There was an audible 'Oh' around the room as the idea resonated.

"Where is the Christmas tree?" Luke called out, "We always had a Christmas tree before."

How ironic. North Carolina shipped Christmas trees all over the country, but living in the middle of them I had not thought to put one up.

"Ohh, oh, wait," Kai mumbled excitedly jumping up from his spot by the fireplace. "Alex, turn on tree lights!"

Outside the north window wall, out past the rock cliff drop off, a row of tree tops blazed with white Christmas lights. The tree tops looked like they were the same level as the house, but I knew they had to be at least thirty to forty feet [9 to 12m] tall because the rock cliff dropped off at least that much.

"How did you get lights up there," I asked the little naked imp practically jumping up and down with excitement. "You did not climb those trees, did you?"

"JD helped me. We called a tree service and they came out with their tree climbing equipment and put up the lights," Kai explained excitedly, "I made them white so we could leave them up all year."

"Wonderful idea, Kai. Thank you."

The lights were magical as the tree tops swayed in the wind and snow. It looked like the lights were dancing and they would be visible for miles around. We gathered in front of the window to watch the snow and light show. What a group! Some of the boys were still naked, others fully dressed. Some identified as straight, others as maybe gay or both. It was time for the toast. I held up my glass.

"The early Scottish settlers came to Frasier's Ridge. Some were exiled here; others came for religious or economic reasons. They all came to be free to live their lives and raise their families in their own way. A wise woman said to me 'It is hard to go wrong with loving your kids if they love you back'. Let everyone else call this place Family Camp, we call it home. Sláinte!"

Chapter Eight
After party

"Those who plant in tears will harvest with shouts of joy."

Psalm 126:5

Alex was in danger of overheating, trying to keep track of who was sleeping where! Robert and Cindy had brought a bed with them and were celebrating their first night in their new house. Kai and Kaleb were camping out here in the lodge with Jason. They formed a pack when they figured out they were all the same age. Paul made a deal with JD to take over the caretaker's cabin with his sons Jax and Luke. JD had never been that excited about staying there by himself anyway. That left me, JD, Bobby and David.

I figured JD and Bobby would take one of the spare bedrooms, but Bobby had attached himself to me like a barnacle that refused to be scraped off. Granted, he was a very nice barnacle, but it left JD all alone. That just didn't seem right. So, we all gathered in the master suite a bit awkwardly. JD was the only one still naked except for the choker that seemed to have become as permanent as a priest collar.

"I think we all need a shower," I suggested since I could smell semen, sweat, sex and other less aromatic things on all of us.

While a group shower might sound romantic, the reality is that not everyone can get wet at the same time. The new shower is one of those that is just part of the room with a partial dividing wall. There are no doors and the water just falls out of the ceiling into the tiled drain area. You have to stay under the water or it gets chilly quick.

"JD, you are buck naked already, why don't you go first," I prompted.

No one spoke or moved as we watched JD walk into the shower area. Unfortunately, all the younger boys are sleeping elsewhere; Bobby is the youngest teen of this group at fourteen. I have learned to appreciate all children, regardless of their age. Each age group has their own unique attributes and I have become addicted to them all. Being with children makes anyone my own age less – 'interesting'. Fortunately, once children are introduced to the wonders of their bodies, they want to be stimulated all the time and I am usually happy to oblige.

"Bobby, are you okay?," I questioned. The transition from virgin can be traumatic. "I hope we didn't hurt you too much."

"Oh no," the young boy said without hesitation. "I loved having you inside of me."

He said it to me, but was looking at David. David was smiling back at him. The attraction between the two of them was rich and palatable.

"I'm kind of skinny," Bobby apologized, the shy introverted boy showing himself again. "The other guys have better bodies than I do."

"You're kidding, right?" David intervened. "You have a handsome face and I love your long hair. It makes me want to grow mine out again. You have a nice cock; I certainly knew it was inside of me! Your body will pick up muscle as you get older. I can show you some work outs that helped me, if you want."

He pounded himself in his hardened gut to show his hard stomach and abs. Teenage boys are as obsessed with their body image as they are with whacking off, maybe more so. JD came in, drying himself off with a towel.

"C'mon Bobby, there is room enough for two of us in the shower," David said cheerfully.

He stood up and dropped his pants. Pulling Bobby up, he playfully jerked his pants down and pulled him towards the shower. JD lay down on his back across the foot of the bed close to me, his infamous cock and balls lying soft against his thigh. JD looked good enough to eat and smelled fresh with a hint of mint from the body soap.

I absent mindedly played with his nipple, fingering and pulling on it as I watched the other boys playing in the shower. My nipple play was causing JD's cock to stand up and salute. The boy had incredible stamina. I flashed back to earlier in the evening when he had forced Kaleb down on that cock and stretched his ass. Maybe I wasn't as tired as I thought.

The boys came back chattering and snapping each other with towels. Gratefully, I escaped into the shower. With the water running over my face, I daydreamed back to the days when I lived alone, obsessed with my work. What an empty sterile life compared to the rich extended family I was learning to enjoy. Enjoyable, but challenging.

By the time I got back, the boys were arguing about something.

"What's going on?"

"JD told Jax he could fuck him for what he did," David argued. "I think he should let us fuck him too."

"I think JD has compensated enough and we all need to move on," I said decidedly. "He has risked himself more than once for us already."

"That's okay," JD replied submissively, "You don't need to defend me."

"I have decided on a new rule for tonight. You can fool around all you want, but you can't get off. Anyone who gets off in here has to sleep out in the hall," I improvised. "Naked."

There was a lot of moaning and counter arguing. I decided if we were ever going to get any sleep, I needed to suppress the libidos. How much fooling around could guys their age do without spraying the sheets?

I adjusted the gas fireplace down low and turned down the covers on the bed. The bed was big, but it would be cozy with four of us in it.

"Want me to give you a back rub," Bobby offered. "I give my dad one sometimes."

"That sounds great," I murmured, and turned over on my stomach.

I heard whispering and felt Bobby crawling up over my body. There were hands rubbing my shoulders. It felt great. I relaxed and let the tension work its way out. Lotion was added and the hands rubbed my back. I was tired enough it was easy to drift as the hands kneaded and probed. More lotion, more hands. I noted the rubbing was more aggressive but it still felt good. I was hoping I could just fall asleep like this.

The lotion and hands went lower, but that was okay. Some hands were kneading the back of legs while another was pressing into my shoulders and upper back. Another pair worked the upper thighs and buttocks. This was the best massage I had ever had. I had never had three sets of hands working me over before.

I didn't even mind went they poured the lotion down my butt crack and started finger fucking me. I liked the feeling of the slippery finger gliding in and out down there while the other hands rubbed and kneaded my sore muscles.

Strong hands forced me to roll over on my back. I cracked open my eyes long enough to see JD pouring lotion on my chest. David was leaning across my legs kissing Bobby. Fine. If they wanted to have a full-on orgy, fine with me. I closed my eyes again. JD was pressing very hard on my chest, edging on uncomfortable. I almost told him to stop. I remembered him stretching Kaleb's cock and balls until he had lifted him off the floor. I kept my silence.

Hands on my cock and then someone straddling my waist. I looked up and stared into Bobby's smooth chest. He lowered himself on top of my cock and I arched my back as it slid into him. Were the boys trying to make me sleep out in the hall? I wouldn't put it past the devious little devils. Bobby made love to my cock, caressing it inside of his body. It was hard to believe he was this good already.

JD was grabbing, pulling and pinching my nipples hard. The pain was in sharp contrast to the pleasure just a little farther down. JD laid across my chest and made an oomph sound. A quick look, David was mounting JD and he was letting him do it. I reached up and gripped the part of David's cock that had not already disappeared inside of JD. Tracing the cock down to where it met JD's ass, I pressed my finger in beside the cock that was already stretching him tight.

With JD lying across my chest, I used my other hand to torture his nipple while he was getting fucked. Remembering not to cum, the fucking could not last very long. Bobby dismounted and went back to fingering me. David made sounds like he was about to orgasm but pulled out.

It made me chuckle that I had accidentally created a lightning round of sex. Teasing Bobby, I braced a leg against his shoulder opening up my ass close to his throbbing cock. It was an invitation he could not refuse. When he slid into me, I clamped down on his cock as hard as I could. Reaching out, I pulled him tight against my ass, his balls bouncing against my butt. He looked worried, like he might be hurting me. I smiled at him, and he grinned back.

When Bobby couldn't take anymore, he pulled out and stood up. David grabbed him from behind. Repeating the performance in the great room, he shoved himself up into Bobby while holding him back against his chest. The look of pain, lust and pleasure on Bobby's face was just as hot as his cock in my ass. I watched his thin chest, nipples stretched tight, as he arched back against David.

JD moved between my legs and our eyes locked. He grabbed my cock while he continued to stare at me. His grip got tighter and tighter. My cock seemed to love it, pulsing from the pressure of his hand. He switched to my balls, gripping them tight and pulling. The skin stretched until I had to arch my back to keep them from being ripped off. JD had that evil smile on his face, the one that said he was enjoying his inner sadism.

He sat back on his heels and pulled my ass up into his lap, my legs wide to either side. Still eyeing me, he started trying to work his big cock into my ass. I had wondered what his cock would feel like and now I was going to find out. He poured more lube and tried again to press forward. I could feel myself stretching and it started to hurt. I thought of poor Kaleb and what it must have felt like for his tiny virgin ass.

When the head popped in, he stopped. I moved my hips, getting the feel of his cock head inside of me. It certainly made me feel full, but it wasn't too uncomfortable. I slid down on him a little further. He laid down on my chest and I hugged him. Feeling the scars along his back, I let my hand go lower and grab his hard ass nudging him a little further into me.

The other boys had a view of his big pole skewering me from where they were standing. Bobby's cock was bouncing and I thought it would be shame if he ended up in the hallway. JD seemed content to just stay where he was. He didn't try to fuck me or pull out. It was rather pleasant to feel his hard body on and in me without the expectation of an orgasm.

The boys uncoupled and came over as if they wanted to join in but were unsure just how to do it. I felt a hand touching the junction where JD left off and I began. The finger probed the edges just like had but JD was big enough there wasn't room for anything else. I experimented with sliding him out a little and back in. There was still more cock to go if I wanted it in me.

JD sat upright, but it wasn't because of me. One of the other boys was hand fucking him and being rough with his balls. He grunted a couple of times and squirmed around causing him to drill into me further. When he jerked forward from something that had been done to his ass, he ended up balls deep in me. If he orgasmed now, I felt like I would be able to cough it up and spit it out. It was starting to feel good again, when JD stiffened and pulled out. I was sure he had waited too long and was going to cum all over me, but he held it back.

Everyone was still highly stimulated, but it was time to get some sleep. JD settled down on the other side of the bed and surprisingly David settled in next to him. That left Bobby to get in next to me. He lay down with his head on my arm and back to me. I pulled up the covers enough to cover the lower half of our bodies.

Hugging Bobby enough that his back touched my side, I couldn't resist letting my fingers trace down his ass crack teasingly. His butt shivered at my touch and I just knew his cock was still hard. How were we ever going to get to sleep? Over on the other side of the bed, I could hear rustling and movement. Evidently the two older boys were having the same problem.

Bobby threw his leg back over mine and spread his legs. I lightly tickled under his balls and felt how hard his cock was. He murmured and flopped back over on his stomach. When I stuck my finger in his ass, I think we both knew we weren't going to get any sleep.

"You said we couldn't get off in here. What if we get off somewhere else? There are three boys sleeping right down the hall…," David's voice trailed off as he deviously suggested creeping on the younger boys.

"Hmm, I could go for that," Bobby agreed enthusiastically. "I get dibs on one of the twins."

"Absolutely not," I demanded. "The boys need their sleep or they will be cranky in the morning. If you aren't man enough to control yourself, then you are free to get yourself off."

I figured shaming the boys would ensure they saved up their go juice for a later session. Nope. The covers were kicked off and three sets of hands were pulling three over stimulated puds. It didn't take long before stomach, chests and other things were sprinkled with globs of white. Where is my camera when I need it? What a wonderful Christmas card that picture would make!

Chapter Nine
After, Happily Ever

"May mercy, peace, and love be multiplied to you."

Jude 1:2

After every crisis and drama comes the dawn of another ordinary day. While the locals may think we are having orgies every night, they would be disappointed to know how very ordinary our everyday lives are.

Construction continued with JD herding the contractors through their assigned projects. Paul was putting the finishing touches on security, preparing for the next attack. Robert was off on business and Cindy was working up education lesson plans that could be integrated into Alex for the Family Camp children. Mary insisted on taking over housekeeper duties to pay for her room and board. I tried to talk her out of it, but not very hard.

Luke begged Paul to let him go to military school with Jason for the next semester. David begged me to let him come home from military school. He claimed he had tested out of some of his classes and if he created a commercial application and marketed it, it would look good on his tech school applications. It sounded like a plan to me.

Kai and Kaleb were enrolled into the local private Montessori school and were back to doing most everything together. JD liked it when Kai sought him out for some nooky, Kaleb always came with him. Double your pleasure! Who would complain about that?

Jax was helping Paul fight off his ex-wife's insistence that the boys come back to her. I had hired an attorney in Chi town to find Liam and apply for adoption. A new family was coming this week to look at houses and interview. It was an older couple with two teens, a girl and boy from a previous marriage; and two boys, four and six, from the current marriage. The Smith's are former Mormons and are anxious to move to the mountains from Utah and escape from their invasive religious family affiliations.

Whew! Being the patriarch of our little group was starting to be exhausting. The boys were my comfort and sanity. Bobby hung around a lot now and I frequently inspected his naked body. You know, for bruises. JD and David were getting along as well as could be expected from two stubborn teenagers.

I missed the younger boys not being around as much, but hopefully Liam would be back with me soon. It would also be fun to have a little four-year-old running around. When I mentioned it to JD and David, their eyes lit up and JD got that evil smile he sometimes does. Yes, the future at Family Camp looked to be interesting indeed.

Chapter Ten
Sign on the dotted line

"I am sure Robert has explained all of these documents to you, but I just need to confirm that you understand and agree to all the stipulations."

I had Josh and Elizabeth Smith in my office for the final interview and sign off to be the newest members of Family Camp. Elizabeth was dressed in a conservative but attractive business suit. She exuded executive confidence and efficiency. She was also quite a bit older than her husband who looked more like a college jock than a corporate exec. Josh was also dressed conservatively in an expensive suit and tie, but he didn't look at home in them.

"You understand that none of us own any property or houses. All property and buildings within the compound are owned by the Frasier's Ridge trust. What you are purchasing is a trusteeship, which has certain privileges and responsibilities as outlined in the documents you received. We do this for tax purposes and so that we do not lose control of the types of families who live here at Family Camp. It is for everyone's protection."

"When you become a member, an amendment is made to the trust specifying you and your husband as trustees. The trust cannot be further amended without your signatures, except under circumstances of your death or disappearance. The trusteeship is not inheritable; however, you may sell it back to the trust or to another approved applicant."

"Furthermore, we keep strict security using technology. I understand that this technology may seem invasive, but again, it is for your protection. Lastly, our community is as neutral as possible on the issues of societal expectations, politics, ethnicity, religion and sexuality. We encourage knowledge rather than ignorance, education over censorship. Is there anything that I have just said that you would like to question or comment about?"

"No, we understand the unique living conditions you provide and the requirements to make those conditions possible," Elizabeth stated succinctly. "We both grew up within the disciplines of the LDS [The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints], your invasiveness is not all that different."

I chuckled at the comparison. "Yes, ironically, we must be vigilant to not be as oppressive as the influences we are trying to avoid. Which brings me to my main concern. Why would a family from a disciplined conservative church upbringing want to live here?"

For the first time, Elizabeth looked uncomfortable and unsure of herself. Josh looked on with empathy but did not offer any comment. I was starting to wonder if he was allowed to talk.

"This is completely my fault," Elizabeth confessed, repeatedly smoothing her already smooth skirt with her hands. "Josh has been a wonderful father and a wonderful husband under the circumstances. I guess I should start at the beginning."

Elizabeth stared out the window as though she could not bear to look at anyone as she revealed her big secret. I felt like a priest asking a reluctant parishioner to confess their sins.

"Hannah and Elijah are from my first marriage. Hannah is sweet sixteen and my Elijah is a mature fifteen-year-old. Their father divorced me before Aaron, my six-year-old, was born. When the circumstances of his birth came out, the church excommunicated me, Aaron and Elijah. When Josh married me, they also excommunicated him," she explained, without telling me much of anything so far.

"You can depend on my discretion," I prompted.

She smiled, "Yes, of course. That is why we are here. It is just so hard to say things out loud. You see, Josh is not Aaron nor Gideon's father. It never should have been possible the first time, Elijah was too young. The chances of my getting pregnant were almost nonexistent. With Gideon, who is only four, we assumed that I was well past my childbearing years."

Josh stopped the skirt smoothing by holding onto her hands. I looked for anger, disgust or embarrassment in his face. If there was resentment, he was a master at hiding it.

"Of course, I tried to stop so many times. Particularly after the divorce, Elijah was my rock, my companion. I was sure that when Josh and I married, I would be able to put it all behind me. Josh has been so understanding. Now, we are just trying to find a way to live with it. When we heard about what you are building here, it seemed like the place where we belong."

"Yes, it certainly does. Welcome to Family Camp."

Chapter Eleven
Getting to Know You

"So now you are pimping me out the first chance you get?" I grumbled.

We were having the argument over dinner. Jason had returned to school after the holidays with Luke in tow. The Brooks were all moved into their own lodge that I affectionately call The Taj Mahal. That left just dad, me and JD in the main lodge. JD was wisely staying out of the line of fire.

"David, the Smiths need to fly back to Utah to close out their old house and finish up some other business. Hannah is going with them but not the boys," Dad explained again. "Since they are so new here, it would be good to have someone to stay with them. I thought you would enjoy some time to get to know them."

"They're Mormons!" I complained.

"Former," Dad said patiently.

"You forget, my grandparents are ministers," I said sarcastically, "You know, the ones who threw their own daughter out of the house and when she died, wouldn't take in their orphaned grandkids even when they were homeless."

"I remember. Unless your grandparents last name is Smith, I don't see what they have to do with it," Dad reasoned. "I assured the Smiths this community is religiously neutral."

"The community may be, but I'm not," I replied stubbornly. "And if they try to give me The Book of Mormon, I'm out of there."

Dad made a disgusted sound.

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I rang the bell at the Smith's home that night. I was tempted to wear a white shirt and tie like the Mormon missionaries, but I figured that was being too much of an asshole even for me. It caught me off guard when Mr. Smith opened the door. I was expecting him to be much older.

"David, come in," Mr. Smith invited, "thank you for coming."

He held out his hand for me to shake, so I did. He looked like a sophisticated college frat with light brown hair parted on the side. Dressed up in grey slacks and a stylish sweater with a long Brooks Brothers wool overcoat open over it. He could have been a member of Pi Kappa Alpha. There were suitcases in the foyer. I had caught them on their way to the airport.

"Can I help you load your luggage Mr. Smith?" I offered.

"Josh, call me Josh," he said. "Hannah honey, we are going to be late. Thank you for offering. The back should be open already."

I grabbed three cases and backed out the front door. A Cadillac Escalade was parked in the drive with the hatch open. By the time I had the luggage in, Josh was coming with the rest. I pictured him going door to door in a white shirt and tie. I might have converted.

"David, we appreciate you doing this on such short notice," Mrs. Smith said as she opened the passenger door. "Normally Elijah would be fine with the boys alone, but everything is still so new to them."

Mrs. Smith was a handsome woman, but much older than her boy toy husband. Way to go Mrs. Smith! Hannah trailed after her parents. I seldom see teenage girls in dresses anymore. She scowled when she saw me but plastered a smile on her face before her parents could see. Since I had never met the girl, I wasn't sure what was all that about. I waved as they drove away. The closest major airport is at least two hours travel time. I hope they make it.

Feeling every bit the nosey neighbor that I am, I entered the house and closed the door behind me. Of course, I have been through all the new homes while they were being built, so I knew the house layout already. Like most of the log homes built on Frasier's Ridge, the great room was right off the foyer. This one had a full open loft, and I could hear voices coming from up there. When I came up the stairs, Aaron and Gideon were fully engaged in building their own log house with what looked like a nifty homemade set of miniature logs, like Lincoln Logs, but better.

Both boys had short soft curly brown hair and big brown eyes. It was obvious they were brothers and the two years difference in their ages was not significant in their appearance. Dressed in solid-colored tees and sweatpants, they didn't even notice me until I was close.

"Can I play?" I asked the startled boys. "That house looks awesome. Will it be a clone of this one when you are done?"

"You must be David," Aaron, the older boy deduced, "they told us you were coming. Are you going to teach us how to use the computer?"

"Would you like me to?" I asked. The boys both nodded. "Is Elijah around?"

"Oh, he is in his room," Gideon said as he placed another log, "He doesn't like to play games."

"Well, he doesn't know what he is missing," I said cheerfully. "Alex? Are you online?"

All the houses at the Ridge are built with Alex attached cameras and speakers. For the paranoid, a whole house Alex shutoff is available in the utility closet, along with the fiber optic connections, router and other electronic equipment.

"I think Alex is turned off," I whispered to Gideon. "Who wants to go with me and turn him on?"

"Me, me," both boys yelled, raising their hands as if they were in school.

"Okay, c'mon I can give one of you a horsey ride," I offered.

Gideon climbed on my back first and hooked his arms around my neck. I hitched his legs around my waist and stood up. Feeling his weight hugging my back, I galloped down the stairs to the mechanical room on the bottom level. Unloading my boy onto the sofa in the nearby family room, I playfully tickled him and lifted him up by one arm. Continuing to hold his hand, we entered the mechanical room together with Aaron trailing along behind.

None of the network equipment had been activated yet. It took me a few minutes to turn on and check out all the equipment. I didn't bring a laptop with me, so I would need to borrow one later to configure the in-house wireless.

"Alex, are you online?" I asked the room.

"Yes David, I have access to the network and the Internet," Alex replied. "If you are having difficulty, I can run a diagnostic."

The boys looked around, trying to determine where the voice was coming from.

"Who is that?" Aaron asked in awe, still looking around.

"That's Alex. Alex is a computer," I explained. "Before you can play with Alex, we need to introduce you."

Alex has a voice training routine so that he can identify individuals by the sound of their voice. Usually, it requires reading a paragraph or so, but for younger kids he has a game where they repeat words and phrases. I took the boys into the family room so we could see a wall screen.

"Alex, this is Aaron, he is six-years-old," I introduced him to the AI.

"Hello Aaron," Alex said and displayed his name on the screen. "Would you like to play a game so I can get to know the sound of your voice?"

"Yes," Aaron said, unsure of what was expected.

"Do you see the ball? Can you say 'I like to play ball'?" Alex coached.

"I like to play ball," Aaron repeated.

With the pictures on the wall screen and Alex coaching them, both boys finished the voice training game. I was having a good time and they seemed to be too. I wondered what kind of games I could get them to play and just how far they would go. Okay, I might be fantasizing about pushing the boundaries a little, but so what? It isn't like we were playing doctor, at least not yet.

"Now that Alex knows your voice, let's play a game," I suggested to the boys who were very excited to be able to interact with the computer. "The game is called scavenger hunt and here are the rules. Alex shows a picture of something in the house on the screen. You have to mount the horsey and ride him to find what Alex is showing on the screen before the timer runs out. Every item you find in time, you get to add some body paint."

"I'm the oldest, so I'm first," Arron reasoned, literally jumping up and down.

"Alex, let's play scavenger hunt," I said, starting the game. "Two players, Aaron and Gideon. Aaron will start."

Aaron's name appeared on the screen and then a picture of a clock. A timer on the screen started counting down from thirty. Aaron climbed onto the sofa and then on my back. He rode me up to the great room and pointed at a pendulum wall clock. We made it with ten seconds to spare. Alex showed him to be a winner and then displayed a graphic of a head with a blue swoosh over the right eyebrow.

Taking the kids into the kitchen I pulled out the body paints I brought. With a soft brush, I added a blue swoosh over Aaron's eyebrow. Gideon was next and Alex showed a picture of a lamp on the kitchen screen. The timer started and Gideon anxiously got on my back and yelled at me to go up the stairs. The lamp was the one in Hanna's bedroom. Gideon pointed to the lamp and Alex declared him a winner. Gideon got the back of his hand painted red.

The boys were having a good time. The game didn't really require me to be the horsey, but I enjoyed the physical contact and so did they. It didn't take very long, running up and down the stairs, before I was sweating like a pig. I know, I know, pigs don't actually sweat. When I took off my shirt, the boys stared as though I had done something very strange. Don't the men in their family ever take off their shirts?

Knowing I would be house sitting a Mormon family, I did do a little research in advance on what was kosher, so to speak. There are more rules about how women should dress than men, but the intent is to be modest. No dating until 16, no sex until marriage and in general nothing that gets you aroused. Just shoot me now!

I ignored their stares and the game continued. After painting most of their face and arms, Alex awarded a yellow star in the middle of Aaron's chest. Without hesitating, I pulled up his shirt and took it off over his head. He looked uncomfortable, but he didn't fight me for it. I painted the star on his chest while making lots of hand contact to his chest and back.

With Aaron shirtless, Gideon had no problem when I took his shirt off a couple of turns later. Now the horsey rides were a little more fun, with the boys hugging my bare back. I made sure to touch their bare skin whenever I could come up with an appropriate reason. We played for at least an hour more before Alex awarded the first paint on Gideon's leg. I thought the boys might get tired of playing before we got this far, but nope. Lucky me.

It was expected that I would take off Gideon's pants to paint a symbol on his thigh, and so I did. He was very cute in his little boy briefs. I painted a green arrow pointing down his upper leg, which meant I had to hold his leg with my hand high up on his inner thigh. When I looked up at his face after finishing my work, he smiled down at me without any concern that he was almost naked. That was when I noticed Elijah watching us from the doorway.

"Look, look at my painting," Gideon yelled to Elijah, running over to him and turning around so he could see all the painting on his body. I scrutinized Elijah's face to see what his reaction would be to finding the boys and me half naked.

"Time for your bath and to get ready for bed," Elijah announced.

With some protests, the two boys headed up the stairs to their bedroom. I went with. No way was I going to miss bath time. There are two bedrooms on the left side of the house that share a bath, then an open loft in between and one bedroom on the right with its own bath. I would have guessed that Hannah, being the oldest and the only girl, would get the bedroom with its own bath; but I was wrong. Elijah had the bedroom suite and Hannah shared a bath with the two youngest boys. Hmm, how odd. When I arrived, the boys were getting their pajamas out.

"What do you say we all take a bath in the tub in your parent's bathroom?" I asked mischievously.

The other bathrooms in the house only have showers, no tubs.

"We aren't allowed in their bedroom," Aaron informed me.

"We can clean it up afterward so they will never know. It is a whirlpool tub big enough for three," I said suggestively.

Not sure if it was the whirlpool jets or the idea that we would all take a bath together that convinced them. We watched each other take off the rest of our clothes and leave them in the bedroom. With their clothes off, the two-year difference between the boys was more noticeable. Hoping to avoid Elijah, we snuck down the stairs naked and into the master bedroom. Knowing what we were doing was naughty was half the fun.

The bedroom was pristine, no clothes lying around, nothing out of place. The bath was likewise appointed, with fluffy towels laid out and bath lotion and soaps on a tray. The triangular garden tub was located just inside the door and I started filling it with hot water. The boys excitedly pranced around, waiting impatiently for the water to get high enough to get in. When the water was finally just right, I turned on the whirlpool jets and we all climbed in. A little body soap in the water and the jets turned it to suds.

After letting them play in the whirlpool jets and bubbles for a while, I figured it was time to get down to business. Taking the soap, I captured Gideon and made him stand while I soaped his body. Using just my hands, I ran the bar of soap over his chest and tummy and rubbed it in. I took extra time to soap his penis and balls and down between his legs. I didn't make it weird, so it wasn't. It was just part of taking a bath. Because we were all naked and in the bath together, it wasn't strange to touch him everywhere.

Soaping down his back, I pressed the soap between his butt cheeks. Making sure to clean him back there, I let my finger trace over his sphincter while I held his penis and scrotum in my other hand. He was so small, but so perfect. I let Gideon rinse off while I turned my attention to Aaron.

With Aaron standing in front of me, his little penis just inches [centimeters] from my face, I could see the difference a couple of years can make. While his body was only a little larger than Gideon, his penis and scrotum were more defined. When I soaped them up with my hands, he got a cute little hard on. I soaped his chest, running my hands over his tight little nipples several times before running my hand over his erect little penis and down between his legs. I was delighted that he was so sensitive to my touch. It occurred to me that although he looked younger, he was actually the same age as Liam. During our escape from the Chicago sex ring, I had thoroughly fucked the little guy, and it was a jerkoff memory to this day. Soaping down his back and butt, I teased his sphincter with my finger until I got a little jerk out of his penis. The boy held possibilities.

Turnabout is fair play. On my knees, I let the boys soap my back and chest. Gideon soaped up my half-aroused penis, while Aaron double soaped my ass. I was pretty sure this was the first time they had ever touched an older boy's body. They were shy, but curious. Gideon gripped my cock like it was a door handle. Later I would have to teach him how to stroke it. For now, his touch was enough to get me excited. I could feel Aaron soaping between my legs, copying what I had done to him.

I pulled Gideon into my lap while I shampooed his hair. I could feel his bare bottom on top of my cock in the warm water. Just the feel of his warm butt rubbing against me was enough to make me struggle to keep control. Holding his body against mine while I rinsed his hair with the hand sprayer, I thought it might be nice to cuddle together naked in bed. Aaron was next, and I tried to decide which boy excited me more. It was impossible to choose.

We played in the tub until the water got cold. Handing out towels, we all dried off and I cleaned everything so that we would not leave any trace of our visit behind. Wearing towels, we raced back up the stairs to their bedroom. The boys put on their pajamas. Since I didn't have pajamas, I put on my boxer briefs.

They asked me to read one of their story books. I sat against the headboard of Aaron's bed and the boys snuggled in on each side to look at the pictures while I read to them. Elijah found us as we were finishing up the book.

"Time for bed," he advised the two younger boys.

I turned down the covers and tucked each boy into bed, with a kiss on the forehead. I really enjoyed my time with the younger boys. They were fun and reminded me of my brother Jason when he was that age. While I had expected them to be repressed and hyper sensitive, it wasn't true at all. I looked forward to our next play date and was thinking of excuses for us to be alone together. Turning off the light, I joined Elijah out in the loft area.

"You can sleep in Hannah's room," Elijah said, motioning to the doorway into Hannah's very feminine bedroom.

"Hmm, couldn't I just bunk with you?" I asked innocently. "I feel funny about sleeping in a girl's bedroom and you have a big bed."

After a long pause, Elijah said, "Sure, why not."

"All that playing horsey has made me thirsty," I suggested, "could I interest you in joining me for a juice?"

He smiled. I couldn't tell if he had caught the sarcasm in not being able to have an adult drink or not. Probably just as well.

"I will start a fire in the great room," Elijah offered.

Elijah was wound tighter than Alec Baldwin's sphincter muscle at a San Francisco gay pride parade. He was being perfectly polite, but cold and distant. The boy needed to loosen up. That's why I slipped some MDMA [Ecstasy] I had scored from the sex ring investigation in Chicago, into his orange juice. When the potential sex slaves were not being cooperative, the minders were not above drugging them into submission. To ease my conscience, I gave us each a half dose.

When I came into the great room, Elijah was sitting cross legged in front of the fireplace. He could have been doing yoga or meditation if he was into that kind of thing. I joined him, sitting close enough that my knee touched his. I invaded his personal space as much as I could. I hadn't put on more clothes on purpose and he seemed to be handling it better than I expected. Handing him the drink, we clinked glasses and took a big swallow.

"I know you think we are a bunch of religious freaks," Elijah said to me while staring into the flames. "I guess I don't blame you."

"Around here we are considered the freaks," I chuckled, "Outside of the compound you would be considered the normal ones. I suppose everyone does wonder why you chose to live here. It seems an unlikely choice."

He sighed. "Not everyone chose to come," he hinted. "Hannah may be going back to convince one of the family to take her in."

"Would your parents let her do that?"

"I don't know. Maybe," Elijah said and then lapsed into silence while he sipped his drink. "You see, Hannah is the only one in the family who is still Mormon. The rest of us were excommunicated."

"I'm sorry," I sympathized, for lack of a better response. "That must have been hard."

"You don't really understand," he continued. "Being excommunicated is like being on trial. But even if someone is found guilty and excommunicated, they can work towards being re-baptized and win their way back into the church, by being truly repentant."

Elijah paused and sipped some more of his drink, before he continued. It shouldn't have surprised me that Elijah would initiate such a serious conversation. He was an intense guy, and he seemed to have a lot on his mind. Maybe it was the fact that we were about the same age that made him want to over share.

"We weren't just excommunicated, we were shunned," he confessed, giving the word shunned extra emphasis. "That means the church considers us so unredeemable, so evil, we can never earn our way back. We are deceivers, faith-killers and even our own family are supposed to avoid us."

We both finished our drinks and I was already starting to feel my senses exploding. I was hyper aware of the heat of the fire, my body where it touched Elijah, and everything in the room was sharper – clearer. If Elijah ever did drugs, he would know what I did to him. But, he hadn't, and so, he didn't.

Now I wondered if confiding in me was the drug or if he would have reached out on his own? The story was painful and I would have hugged him if I didn't know it would make him even more uncomfortable. I was starting to regret not putting more clothes on.

"You can talk to me if you want," I encouraged him. "No one will judge you here."

It wasn't entirely true, since I had prejudged them for being Mormon. Hypocrite much? Who me?

"Josh is not my father. When I was little, my parents didn't get along very well. My father was gone a lot, and when he was home, he was very strict," Elijah explained. "When he was away, I was the man of the house. I liked being the man of the house."

He shifted around to face me instead of the fire, so that both of our knees touched.

"Not sure I remember exactly when we started being together. I was quite young. Late at night, she would come and get me, and take me to her room. I would lie on her bed and she would undress me. There was always a night light on because she liked to look at me."

He was staring off, seeing the memory in his mind. Somehow, I knew the 'she' in the story was his mother, Mrs. Smith.

"I liked her looking at me. It always made me feel important. I was her little man. She never took off her night gown, so I never saw her undressed, but she always wanted me completely naked. I would usually get excited just by her looking at me. If I didn't for some reason, she might let me see her breasts, but usually I was excited already."

I didn't move for fear he would stop. I tried to picture him as a little boy, naked, waiting for his mother to have sex with him. It made me feel strangely excited, like I was privy to something erotic and sexual that I shouldn't know about.

"When I was little, she was always on top. I couldn't control myself, and so it didn't last very long. I wanted it to last longer, but I couldn't seem to keep from being so excited. She wanted me to get dressed and leave right away after it was over, so I tried to hold out."

"After we were together, she wouldn't even look at me for days. I didn't understand when I was little. I thought I had done something wrong and she was mad at me. Now I know that every time we were together, she swore she would never come to me again. Eventually, she always does."

"When Aaron came along, my father figured out the baby was not his. Hannah told him who the baby's father really was. He wanted to be sure he would not be blamed, so he told the church why he wanted the divorce. That was why we were excommunicated."

"So, Aaron is not your brother, he is your son," I put words to the implication. He nodded.

"You see, the good little Mormon boy is not so good after all," he said sadly. "Now you know why we have been exiled here, and it is all my fault. Everyone can have a good laugh about that."

I told him about my own family history and being rescued by a father I had never met before. I eventually got around to the intimate relationship we share. His eyes got wider, but he didn't run screaming from the room. I considered that a good sign.

"She married Josh after Aaron was born to make sure we were never together again. I resented Josh for taking my place. I did everything I could think of to get her to come back to me. When she came to tuck me in, I made sure she knew that I was naked under the covers, just waiting for her. Sometimes she would pull back the covers and look. Eventually she started coming to me again late at night even with Josh asleep in their bedroom."

"That is why you have the bedroom away from the others," I said putting the puzzle together in my head. "And, that means Gideon is your son too."

"They are a permanent and visible reminder of my sin, my shame."

o

The drug seemed to work like a truth serum for Elijah. In one night, I learned more about the Smith family than I ever should have known. I led the morally tortured boy up the stairs to his bedroom. The drug would wear off soon and I wanted to get him into bed before it did.

I pushed him back onto the bed, like I would someone who has had too much to drink. The room was dark and it didn't have a night light that I could find. I turned on a light in the shower area and it bled enough light onto the bed that I could see. Kneeling on the floor, I got his shoes and socks off before getting him positioned with his head on the pillows. Kneeling on the bed, I unbuttoned his shirt and opened it. He even had buttoned cuffs, which he helped me with, before raising up enough that I could pull the shirt off his shoulders and down his arms.

Laying back without the shirt, I finally got a good look at him. He had narrow shoulders and chest, just waiting for the next growth spurt. He also had big, dark sexy areolas that stood out against his pale skin. There was a slight indentation that ran down the middle of his stomach. He watched me looking him over. I positioned his arms out wide, and then unfastened and unzipped his pants. He raised his butt enough for me to get them down and I wrestled them off his feet. We were both aware that I was mimicking – her, how she came to him. When I reached for his underwear, his body tensed. Too late, there was no way I wasn't going to see the whole show. When I tugged on them, he raised up enough again that I could slide them off.

I didn't hide my staring at his body. He wasn't the most handsome boy in the compound, but there was a lot of stiff competition for that honor, so to speak. He was intriguing in that he was mature, young and innocent all at the same time. His narrow shoulders and chest, made him look young, but the downy brown hair on his legs, arms and around his cock made him seem more mature. His circumcised penis was a nice shape and lay curled over his balls. My looking at him started to excite him. Our boy Elijah was an exhibitionist. Goody, since I could definitely get into being a voyeur.

I removed my own underwear and crawled onto the bed over the nude boy. I positioned his legs wider so that his sex was blatantly exposed, but didn't otherwise touch him. Continuing to look down at his body from the short distance between us, it caused his cock to rise of its own volition.

When it was standing tall, I began to tease his body. Light touches on his ear, his nipple, his balls. Each touch elicited a slight movement, his body squirming, just a little, and his cock pumping harder. Even when it seemed he couldn't get more excited, I continued to tease. He closed his eyes as though he wanted to go to sleep, but whimpered each time I touched him. I licked his lips and he opened his mouth to me, but I didn't kiss him. When he turned on his side, I let my finger run down the crack of his ass and lightly massage his sphincter. He rolled onto his back and spread his legs for me, unconsciously inviting me to penetrate him, but I resisted the temptation.

Disappearing into the boy's room across the loft, I came back with Aaron still asleep in my arms. I laid him on the bed next to Elijah, and he opened his eyes enough to watch me curiously. Making sure that Elijah paid attention, I began to unwrap Aaron like a birthday present. Pulling his pajama top off, I made a show of gently massaging his puffy little boy nipples into hard little nips. Elijah licked his lips and put his hand on his son's chest, while he watched me playing with the boy's body. While Elijah decided what to do if anything, I pulled off the pajama bottoms. Now, young father and son were lying naked together. Elijah rolled onto his side towards his son, so he could watch and touch him.

I began to tease Aaron, as I had did his father. I stroked his little penis and touched lightly between his legs. As his body began to respond to my touching, he woke up. He looked up at me and then at his father/brother. He reached towards me sleepily, and I lifted him enough to roll him over on top of Elijah. With his body in full contact with his father's, Aaron began to unconsciously rub himself against the warm skin under him. His little butt thrusting and clenching as he stroked himself.

Elijah responded by hugging the warm body on top of him and rubbing his cock against the smaller one of his son. As they stimulated each other, I fantasized fucking that cute little ass, while his father watched in anticipation that he was next. And when I penetrated daddy's ass, I would keep my fingers deep inside Aaron, a promise that I would return. I wanted it so bad, the precum dribbled without touching myself. When both boys ceased the dry humping and seemed to have drifted off to sleep, I repositioned them enough to clean up the mess between them and pull up the covers. Settling in behind Aaron, I satisfied myself by dreaming of the possibility of future nights together.

Chapter Twelve
Night Two

The next morning, it was as if the night before had never happened. Fine with me, as long as there was the possibility of a repeat performance. If it was some kind of guilt driven denial, there would need to be a come to Jesus' moment between us later on. I hung around long enough to get everyone off to their respective schools. Even Gideon was bundled up and trotted off to preschool.

Dad was expecting me in the control room. I was working on a commercial version of the FC administration module. While that may sound exotic, the administration module is more about accounting than AI. I was up to my keester in HOA assessment accounts, contractor work orders and member complaint legalese. Gag me with a spoon!

"How did it go last night?" dad asked.

"Oh, well, interesting," I responded cryptically.

"You didn't walk out and they didn't throw you out," dad said jokingly, "It couldn't have been too bad."

"No, you were right," I admitted. "The boys are nice, and I'm getting to know them better."

Well, at least it was the truth. He didn't need to know about the drugs or how close I had come to fucking them all.

"Why don't you bring them up to the house for dinner tonight? I am sure whatever Mary is making will be better than what they would fix for themselves."

"Okay, I will invite them," I agreed. "They may not want to come. They are still quite shy about anything outside of their house."

They did all come to dinner. Mary went into maternal mode at the sight of Gideon and fussed over him all night. Aaron only had eyes for JD. I don't know what it is about JD that everyone seems to go ape shit over. Because it is a house rule that you have to come to dinner fully clothed, the mountain boy was even wearing a shirt. Jealous much? Hell yeah.

After dinner, I showed Elijah the control room and we played a game of pool [billiards] before taking the boys back to their house. Gideon wanted to body paint again, so I stripped the younger boys down to their briefs and took my time painting their bodies. Elijah came in and the boys begged him to join in.

"C'mon Eli," Aaron begged. "It's fun. Let David paint you."

I was sure he wouldn't do it, but surprise!

"I will do it if David lets me paint him first," Elijah negotiated.

"That's dope," I agreed without hesitation.

I slipped off my shirt and Elijah picked up the brush.

"Pants too," Elijah demanded.

Who am I to argue with that? The boys treated it like it was a clever prank, but I had no problem stripping down, since I was going to make sure Elijah did the same. Everyone took a turn painting me up, so most of it was more like modern splatter art than body designs. When they were finished with me, Elijah good naturedly stripped down and let the boys touch him with the brush and their hands. I was happy about their willingness to show some skin, and the natural way they interacted. Things were looking up.

When everyone was painted and dry, I suggested that Alex provide a movie to watch.

"We aren't allowed to watch any movies that are not G rated," Elijah informed me.

"Really, that's too bad. We have some very good movies on file," I suggested innocently.

See, I can be subtle.

"Of course, the movie rule doesn't apply to you. If you pick the movie, it would be rude for us to make you watch it alone," Elijah said, justifying our intentions.

We all went up to the loft together where the younger boys kept their toys. I chose a movie of a brother and sister stranded on a tropical island where they end up wearing very little. Eventually they have a baby together. It isn't pornographic, but I was quite sure they would not have been allowed to see it, and somehow, it seemed – applicable.

The younger boys were bored by the time the movie was half over and began playing with some toy trucks. Elijah, on the other hand, was transfixed. While he stared at the screen, I stared at him. I was hoping for a repeat of the previous night without the help of the drugs.

I had come prepared with some supplies. Using the excuse of having to go to the bathroom, I retrieved the extras from my back pack and brought them up to the loft with me. Elijah and I were sitting on the floor, leaning against some padded backrest loungers, behind where the other boys were playing with their toys. The wall screen, where the movie was playing, was across the loft on the other side of the room.

I believed Elijah to be into exhibitionism and maybe even a little humiliation. I was about to test that theory. Fortunately, the body painting had him out of most of his clothes already. The movie had also contributed, by making the outline of his semi aroused cock visible through his underwear. As the movie continued, I laid out the L shaped metal rod I had brought with me. I call it my trainer dildo. It is a stainless-steel rod about the thickness of my little finger. The long side of the L is about eight inches [20 cm] long with a rounded end and completely smooth. Elijah picked it up and looked it over curiously. It is surprisingly heavy, and he ran his fingers over the shiny smooth surface before putting it back. I brought out a small squeeze bottle of silicon lubricant and spread it along the surface of the metal rod. I spread the lubricant around with my fingers and then set the bar back down.

Elijah split his attention between the movie, the metal rod and me. I knew he had no idea yet what I hoped to do with it. I reached over and pulled down on the side of his underwear. Not very much, just enough to expose his hip and lower the elastic band enough that you could see a little bit of his pubes. He looked at me anxiously, over at the boys, and then back to the movie. He didn't pull his underwear back up.

I let him watch the movie for another ten minutes, before I pulled down the other side. Now the band of his underwear cut across his body, just above his cock and most of his pubes were showing. He repeated the same routine, round robin. He looked at me anxiously, then looked to see if the boys noticed, and then back to the movie.

Another ten minutes, and I pulled the band of his underwear down enough the top half of his erect cock showed. Now if the boys looked over, they would know something was going on. I let him see me looking at his half-exposed cock. I thought I saw it bounce just a little when he knew I was looking. Another ten minutes, and I reached between his legs and he raised his butt enough that I could pull the underwear out from under him. The bottom half of his cock and balls were still covered, but his butt was bare against the carpet.

Aaron was the first to notice what I was doing. He looked at me and then back to his father/brother. I wondered how much he remembered from last night… He didn't ask what was going on, just watched while continuing to play with Gideon. The slow-motion reveal was flipping Elijah's switch, just as I had hoped it would. He is one of those boys that when is really horny, his cock dances around like a puppet on a string. It was already showing hard and jerked a little every time Aaron looked at him.

I laid the metal bar on the carpet between Elijah's legs. He looked at me again, then over to the boys. I knew he expected me to take his underwear off, but I didn't. I slid the bar between his legs until he was sitting on it, the cool metal between his butt cheeks. He saw Aaron watch me do it, and the two boys locked eyes. Elijah blushed, as Aaron looked down at his half-exposed cock and the metal rod under him.

I let another ten minutes or so go by before I gripped the metal rod in one hand and pulled him forward a little with the other. He slid down a little and I raised the rod enough that he could feel it against his butt. The angle was not right, but I held still. Another couple of minutes went by before he slid down a little more and I could line up the tip of the rod to push against his sphincter.

The thing that is great about the trainer dildo is that it doesn't hurt at all, even for a complete virgin. The cool smooth metal just slides in and it isn't so thick that it stretches anything. The metal is heavy enough that you definitely feel it inside of you, but it is like a gentle massage.

When I pushed past his barrier, Elijah made an hmm noise loud enough that both the boys turned to look at him. I took my hand away, and let them see the rod laying on the carpet, with one end inside the tight circle of Elijah's sphincter. Elijah's face looked stricken, but his partially exposed cock jerked regularly.

Aaron stopped playing and crawled closer. Gideon didn't move, but the trucks were forgotten in favor of this new entertainment. Laying down on my side next to him, I reached over and pushed the rod in until the L portion of the bar stopped it. I pulled the underwear down his thighs, so that we could see better. Elijah cooperated by letting his shorts drop down his legs and then kicking them off. Leaning back against the backrest, he drew his knees up and spread them so we had an unobstructed view between his legs.

His balls were drawn up tight against his fully erect cock. I didn't want him to orgasm too quickly, but there was already a little precum on the end of his piss slit. While we all watched him, Elijah put his hand on the handle of the rod and pulled it partway out. He made a pleasure sound and closed his eyes for a second, as he absorbed the sensation inside his ass.

Aaron crawled a little closer and I encouraged him to join me. When he reached my leg, I pulled him over so that he was laying on his side in front of me. Taking his hand, I put it on the handle of the metal rod and guided it with his hand in and out, until we had a slow rhythm going. Elijah put his head back and closed his eyes as his son/brother fucked his ass with the steel rod. Seeing Aaron participating, Gideon crawled over to the other side of his father/brother. I could see he wanted to ask questions, but for once, the loquacious little boy held his tongue.

After a few minutes of fucking, I took control of the rod and pulled it out. Positioning Elijah on his stomach between us, I encouraged the boys to touch him. His butt was white against the body paint on his back and legs. Handing the steel rod to Aaron, I helped him reinsert it. On his knees, Aaron leaned over Elijah and slid the rod in and out of his ass. While he was busy sodomizing his father, I slid Aaron's little boy briefs down his thighs as far as I could get them.

Aaron had a nice, hard little penis, and Elijah and Gideon watched me finger it, pushing down on it and letting it bounce back up. Aaron continued fucking his father, ignoring what I was doing to him. Gideon reached for the handle of the steel rod and Aaron let him have it. I took the opportunity to pull Aaron back against me and get his underwear completely off. He didn't seem to mind being naked and went back to kneeling by his father so he could watch the penetration up close and personal.

I took over the trainer dildo, pulling it out and wiping it on my underwear. I reapplied the silicon lubricant, and with everyone paying attention, I slid the end up between Aaron's butt cheeks, as he stayed kneeling in front of me. He fell forward on his hands and knees as the metal pressed against him and looked back at me over his shoulder. I didn't rush it, just let him feel the press of the metal against his anus. Elijah got up and came over to where I was holding the rod against his son's ass. He took the rod handle from me. Aaron got back to his knees facing his father so that Elijah was reaching around him to hold the rod in place. While Gideon and I watched, the rod began to disappear up inside. Aaron made a lot of inarticulate noises as the rod slid in. Elijah held it in place, the handle flat against his butt cheeks.

As a new toy, the trainer dildo was a big hit. Like eating hot sauce or chugging beer, the boys challenged each other about who could take it. They teased each other about how it felt weird, but kind of good. After the movie, we all took a shower and got ready for bed. After reading another story for them, the boys got into their beds. I sat on the edge of Aaron's bed, ready to tuck him in. Elijah sat with Gideon, holding the metal rod in his lap.

Gideon touched the rod, getting lubricant on his fingers. He had not tried it, and this would be he his last chance. He wanted to try it because Aaron had, but indecision was written all over his face. Instead of tucking him in, Elijah pulled down the covers. When he didn't resist, Elijah pulled his pajama bottoms down to his knees. Gideon had all of our attention as we waited to see what he would do. Again, he didn't resist, just laid there with his little body exposed. Elijah pulled his feet up, as if he was going to change a diaper. With his little butt out in the open, Elijah held the rod against his butt, while he held his feet with his other hand. He started very slowly to work the end in. When Gideon whimpered, he stopped, letting the rod stay where it was, penetrating Gideon's ass just enough to stay inside of him.

I exchanged looks with Aaron, and then pulled the covers down off of him. Copying his brother, I pulled his pajamas down to his knees. He raised his legs up and held on to them. Putting some lubricant on my thumb from my little squeeze bottle, I moved over a little so that Gideon and Elijah could see what I was doing. I pressed my thumb against his opening and steadily pushed it in to the knuckle. Aaron sighed, as I began stretching out his hole with my thumb.

Elijah went back to working the metal rod and both boys made noises as we fucked them. It made me so horny, it was all I could do not to come in my underwear. I hoped Elijah was getting as turned on as I was. He worked the rod in about half way and fucked him thoroughly for another ten minutes or so. Aaron had taken all of my thumb and I was massaging his prostate while I stroked his penis. Pretty sure he got off before I pulled out and covered him back up.

I was so pleased with the night's activities that I didn't even challenge Elijah when he put on his pajamas and climbed into bed. I wanted him hot and horny all the time, and tonight had been a good start.

Chapter Thirteen
Night Three

Couldn't wait to get to the Smith's tonight. When I finally arrived, I was disappointed to find that Mr. Smith had come home early. Damn! I wouldn't be able to be alone with the boys tonight.

"Hello David," Josh greeted me at the door. "Come in, come in. I should have called and let you know that I came home early. The ladies are staying on with family for another couple of days, but I decided to come back. Have you eaten?"

"Thank you, Mr. Smith," I responded automatically as I followed him across the foyer and into the dining area. "I'm not hungry."

They had just finished dinner. The younger boys were still sitting at the table and Elijah was clearing and rinsing dishes to load in the dishwasher. The boys looked up at me, but quickly averted their eyes. Elijah acknowledged me but was visibly upset.

"Did the boys give you any trouble while I was gone?" Josh asked. "They can be willful sometimes."

The tension in the air felt like I was swimming in honey, thick and sticky. The cute, friendly boys I had played with just yesterday were gone. In their place were repressed, fearful and angry strangers. Were they fighting or was this just how they lived?

"We had a great time," I assured him, "I was looking forward to playing with them again tonight."

"That's very kind of you, David, but I don't think so. We are having a little family issue."

Elijah dropped a plate and it shattered on the kitchen floor. The two younger boys broke cover and ran out of the room.

"Elijah! You did that on purpose, didn't you!" Josh roared. "I know your mother lets you get away with this kind of behavior, but she is not here and I won't tolerate your attitude young man. Go to your room."

Elijah glanced my way as he rushed out of the room. Mr. Smith was unconsciously pacing, visibly upset by the confrontation.

"Mr. Smith, hmm Josh. Why don't we take a walk," I said soothingly.

"I am sorry you had to witness that, David. I'm okay, really. You should go on home."

"They will be fine on their own for a little while," I suggested. "My dad always says it is best to walk off your anger. Please."

He sighed. "Maybe you are right. It couldn't hurt."

We were having a mid-winter warm spell. Snow here usually melts a day or two after a snow storm and sometimes it gets down right balmy even in the middle of winter. We try to enjoy it when it happens because winter is sure to come roaring back like a jilted lover. But, at least tonight, we could walk down the road in shirt sleeves and be perfectly comfortable.

I didn't pester him with conversation. We enjoyed a companiable silence until we reached the swimming hole. Taking his arm, I dragged him into the woods with me.

"Wait, where are you going?" Josh questioned, in an annoyed tone of voice.

"Trust me. I was hoping to bring the boys down here, but I think you need this more than they do."

When we reached the other side of the pond where the hot springs pool was steaming, I began stripping off my clothes.

"What are you doing?" Josh complained. "We should go back now."

"C'mon, a swimmer like you should not be shy about getting into a hot spring pool," I admonished as I sank into the hot water.

"How do you know I was a swimmer?" he asked suspiciously.

"Just a guess. You are in great shape, so I guessed you must have a sport. Not bulky enough for football. You are tall, have broad shoulders but a lean torso with long arms. Swimmer's build."

"That is very observant of you," he said cautiously as he began to strip off his clothes.

"BYU [Brigham Young University] cougars have an impressive swim and dive program."

"You have been checking up on me," he added suspiciously.

Naked, he stepped into the warm water while I activated the pool jets. He looked like an adult version of Elijah. Since I knew he was not Elijah's father, I deduced that Mrs. Smith had a preferred body type for her husbands. I couldn't resist checking out the accessories on this model, and they were impressive. Not only was the body tall, toned and tanned. His cock was thick and meaty even in the cool mountain night air.

"I sensed some tension between you and Elijah tonight. I thought a soak in the hot springs would help you to relax after your long trip."

"Very considerate of you David, but I am afraid it will take more than a hot tub to solve our issues. He is just so – so frustrating."

"Here, sit in this seat. The jets are very strong here, and they will massage your back."

Josh moved over to the seat I indicated and leaned back with a sigh. I massaged his shoulders, paying particular attention to the base of his neck. Those cramped airline seats can be a killer.

"I can't imagine how difficult it must be for your family to move here. You probably did your two-year missionary calling right after high school, then on to college. Is that where you met Elizabeth?"

"Yes, she was a guest speaker for one of my education classes. She was very impressive."

"I can see why she would be attracted to you. Young, handsome, educated and a virgin. What is it that attracted you to her?"

"I'm not sure what you are implying," Josh said angrily.

I moved down to where Josh propped his feet up against the stone wall of the pool. Holding his foot in my lap, I massaged his calf. Long flights always cause circulation problems in your legs. They never give you enough room between the seats to stretch your leg out properly.

"I apologize if I have offended you. I assure you I am only making assumptions from the little I know about your family. I have not checked you out. Feel free to stop me if I am saying something that is incorrect."

"I am the one who should apologize. Everyone sees me with an older woman and assumes I am after her money, or that she is keeping me. Elizabeth is a wonderful, vibrant, sexy woman," Josh said convincingly. "That feels wonderful, you may have a promising career as an athletic masseuse."

"I just mean that an older woman with three children. You lost your virginity and became a step-dad all at the same time. Stepping into a family is difficult under any circumstances, but in this situation, it must have been near impossible."

"How did you know it was three children? Most people assume Aaron is my son. Who told you that?"

Returning to my original position behind him, I concentrated on his back. Lower back pain is common on transcontinental flights.

"Did I get it wrong? Again, I apologize if my assumptions are incorrect. Just based on Aaron's age and your college years, it seemed likely that he would not be yours."

"You are not wrong, but you don't understand. Aaron is a great kid, but it is so hard…"

"To be cuckold in your own house? To be reminded of it every time you look at the boys?"

"Alright, now I know you didn't just assume that. How do you know this stuff? Did your father tell you?"

"This isn't exactly a Mormon stronghold. There had to be a reason you chose to live here. Unusual family relations are our specialty."

"God help us. If everyone already knows, we have not accomplished a thing. The looks, the whispers every time we go to church or meet with family. I can't go through that again."

I felt sympathetic while I massaged his well-developed lats and obliques. If anyone was getting a raw deal in this family, it was Josh. I didn't want to lie to him, but I also didn't want to betray Elijah's confiding in me. When needed – prevaricate.

"I promise you; my father did not tell me anything, and no one else knows. Even if they did, you won't find judgmental people here. Not about that, anyway."

"I try not to hold it against the boys, but I just can't help it. You don't know what it is like to lie there knowing what is going on upstairs. To know my wife prefers her son to me."

"I don't think she prefers Elijah to you. Again, correct me if I am wrong here. The resemblance between you and Elijah is striking. If I didn't know, I would assume that you are his father. She also chose someone much younger than herself, why do you think that is?"

"Not sure you are helping. If she doesn't prefer Elijah over me, then why is she still going to him?"

"Maybe because Elijah needs her, and you don't. Or at least you don't need her in the same way."

"What the hell does that mean? Excuse my language. Of course I need her, she is my wife!"

I moved over in front of Josh so I could look him in eye while we talked. Taking his hand, I began working the muscles in his arm and shoulder.

"They both have needs they satisfied for each other, long before you came along. When the two of you married, you were there to satisfy Elizabeth's needs; but what about Elijah? He went from being the man of the house, and having his needs met, to being a kid that everyone despises. He blames himself for your excommunication. He lives everyday with what he considers to be sin and shame."

"Why do I think you are not making this up? Did he talk to you? He won't talk to me. Did he talk to you? If he has needs, I don't know what they are. I don't know what to do for him. Are you talking about sexual needs? He shouldn't have sexual needs; he is a kid."

"Come now, you were a kid once, of course we have sexual needs. You may repress them, but they are still there. He has sex offered to him since he was little and then suddenly it is taken away. You think he isn't still going to want it as a teenage boy? But I am not just talking about sex."

"Stop, stop touching me. This is getting weird. What are you suggesting? I don't know what you are suggesting!"

"Just hear me out, okay. I'm suggesting that instead of trying to interfere with the relationship between Elijah and Elizabeth, that you share him. That you make sure everyone is getting what they need, not just you or just Elizabeth."

"Oh my God. Oh my God. I knew moving here was a mistake. I am not gay, and I am not a pervert. Is that what you are doing? You are trying to seduce me in a hot tub. How cliché."

"Grow up Joshua, you are not a little innocent Mormon boy anymore. Instead of trying to be a good little Mormon, why don't you try being just a good person. You have a family that needs you to help them. You can't just be a victim anymore. Poor me, look what they are doing to me. They need you to be a man."

"If you weren't just a kid, I would beat you to an inch of your life!"

I knew I had pushed Josh to the limit, so I backed off verbally and physically. He was so angry; I could feel it rolling off of him like the steam off the water. I waited to see if he would storm off or calm himself enough to continue. He took a few minutes to compose himself.

"Okay, let's assume that I believe you. What is it that you think Elijah needs from me, and how would I provide it for him?"

"Elijah feels a lack of intimacy and control. He was the 'little man of the house' so young and then he was blamed consciously or unconsciously for the relationship with his mother that he actually had no control over. He feels responsible for the church excommunication, which he also had no control over. He feels responsible for the way his sons are treated, which he has no control over. And finally, for the move here, which he also had no control over. Elijah feels guilt and shame every single day."

"I try to control him, to discipline him, but he just ignores me."

"Control may be the wrong word. When you are yelling at him to do things, you are just treating him like a kid. That would be fine if he saw you as his father, but right now you are the competition for his mother. He needs intimacy from you and sharing him would mean that you are no longer competing."

"You expect me to what? Sodomize him?"

"I didn't say it would be easy. Has Elijah ever come and demanded sex from Elizabeth? No. He always waits for Elizabeth to initiate their intimacy. He needs a main dish of domination with side dishes of exhibitionist and humiliation. Even if Elizabeth could swear off Elijah, Elijah won't swear off Elizabeth. He will keep tempting her, like waiving a whiskey bottle in front of an alcoholic every single day."

"Okay you convinced me I need to do something, but I am not gay. I don't think I could have sex with him, even if Elizabeth was there too."

"It may be possible for you to provide what he needs without sex. But, I am sure it will be faster and easier if you just fuck him. I am also quite sure that you can do it. My dad doesn't let us use labels like gay or straight. He says people limit themselves every time they let others label them."

"I have never been with anyone but Elizabeth. We only do it in one position, with her on top. I don't think I have ever seen her completely naked before. To state the obvious, our sex life is limited. And you think I am going to suddenly start having sex with her son, with or without her?"

"Joshua, you may need to go back to school. I know some ladies who would be happy to tutor you in the finer positions of heterosexual coitus. Now don't hit me, but I want to make a point. I am going to touch you. It won't hurt."

I leaned forward so that I could, slowly, and carefully, move my hand up along his thigh. I paused to see if he was going to freak, before moving forward again. Eventually I felt the soft skin of his scrotum on my fingers. He jerked away from me, but regained his composure. I held his privates loosely in my hand.

"You are doing fine. I am not going to do anything but hold you. I just want to show you that it won't be as difficult as you might think it will be with Elijah. You may find him more attractive than you realize."

"I don't think so. I mean I can tolerate you touching me, but that doesn't mean anything is going to happen."

"If you haven't had sex in a while, then something is going to happen, whether you want it to or not. We are all just wired that way. Psychology says sex is mostly in the brain. I can get a hard on from mowing the lawn, that doesn't mean I am in love with the lawnmower."

Josh laughed. I massaged the handful of softness that was Josh, but I could already feel it start to stir.

"I can't say that I haven't been tempted before. When you can't have sex, it seems like that is all you can think about. My missionary partner used to jerk off under the covers at night. I had to pretend I didn't hear what he was doing. I think he would have taken care of me, if I would have let him."

Josh was hard enough now that I could not hold all of him in my hand. I stroked him gently, letting my palm have full contact with his hard cock.

"I think you have proven your point. We should go now."

o

Back at the ranch, so to speak, the natives were hiding. Of course, Elijah had been banished to his room and the other boys were literally hiding somewhere.

"Alex, where are Aaron and Gideon?" I queried the AI.

"David, I think they are playing a game. Aaron is in the laundry hamper and Gideon is hiding in the linen closet," Alex replied.

"The computer can do that?" Josh asked in amazement. "It can track the kids like that?"

"Alex is multi-talented. His father is a military AI," I added, hoping to impress Josh with Alex's pedigree. "It is getting late; I should be going now. I apologize if I said or did anything to upset you."

"Oh no you don't," Josh said grabbing onto my shoulder. "You started something and you aren't going anywhere until we get this resolved. I don't have a clue about where to go from here."

"Baby steps, sir. Baby steps."

The rest of the night was spent trying to mend fences. Coaxing the younger boys out of hiding, we built Lego castles in the loft while Elijah sulked in his room close by. Josh camped out with a book in the great room, and no one crossed the demilitarized zone between the first and second floors of the home that had become a battle ground.

Chapter Fourteen
Night Four

Dinner at the Smith's was a silent affair. After the boys excused themselves, I hung back to help Josh clear away the dishes.

"David, I don't know how to change this," Josh confessed to me. "I can feel the tension between us, but I don't know how to get past it. I think Elizabeth is the bridge between me and the boys. Without her here, there is no connection."

"This may be your opportunity to make one. As you say, when Elizabeth is here you don't have to, but now that she is gone, you need to make your own connection."

"I don't know how," Josh admitted dejectedly. "What kind of father am I, if we can't even be in the same room together."

"Take your shirt off," I demanded, holding out my hand for it.

"What?" Josh looked askance at me. "This is no time to get weird on me."

I laughed. "Try to stifle your ego for a minute macho man, I am not trying to get into your pants – yet. You need to be more vulnerable. I realize you don't show a lot of skin in the house. Maybe making a little physical contact will help make an emotional one. Time to play some games."

He looked at me suspiciously, but eventually handed over the shirt. Nothing like sports, to help guys do a little bonding. I had to drag Elijah out of his room and wrestle him for his shirt. The younger boys were easier but just as resistant. I hoped Alex would preserve the video of the look on the boy's faces when Josh came up to the loft half naked.

I organized a game of horsey basketball with nets on each end of the loft. Josh and Elijah on their hands and knees were ridden hard by Aaron and Gideon. As referee, I got to call foul when the horseys attacked each other and began wrestling in the middle of the game. Next was a rousing game of Twister, with lots of body contortions and frequently falling down together in a big pile. Followed by some body painting at Gideon's request and then, for the grand finale, a wrestling match in the middle of the great room.

All of us together tried to take on Josh, and he was gracious enough to let us think we won occasionally. It would have been more fun naked, but shirtless was the best I could hope for. By the end of the night, I was pleased with our progress. The tension was gone for the moment and Josh had not yelled at the boys all night. Having worked up a sweat, everyone went to their respective bathrooms to take a shower and get ready for bed.

After their shower, Aaron and Gideon begged for a story. As we snuggled together on Aaron's bed, I noticed he was holding the training dildo. I had wondered where it ended up. When I looked him in the eye, he just grinned at me. It seems I had at least one convert. I didn't want Josh to see the training dildo, I didn't think he would take it well. Since he didn't usually put the boys to bed, I considered the risk of exposure acceptable.

I pulled off the pajamas he had just put on, and got out my trusty squeeze bottle of lubricant. Spreading it on my finger, I put my arm around Aaron as he snuggled against me and worked my finger up inside of him.

"Once upon a time…"

While reading the fairy tale, my finger explored Aaron's anal canal. At odd moments during the story he gasped, groaned or giggled at what my finger was doing to him. Gideon giggled at the interruptions, which made me laugh too. When the story was finished, the boys settled into their respective beds.

Positioning Aaron, still naked, on his stomach; I took the trainer dildo and inserted it. With Gideon watching from his bed, I fucked Aaron's ass with it for a good ten or fifteen minutes, before I turned him over and put my mouth over his hard little cock. Within minutes of licking and sucking on him, his body convulsed with a hard dry orgasm. I kissed him on the lips and bid them both goodnight.

Crossing the loft, Elijah was already in his pajamas and under the covers. There was no way I was letting the night end like this. Throwing back the covers, I got him back on his feet. Pushing and pulling, I bullied him down the stairs to the great room. The master suite is located on the other side of the great room from the stairs. As we started towards the door, we startled Josh coming out in a pair of red athletic briefs.

"Oh, hey, I was just going for something to drink," he blushed because of his state of undress.

"Good idea," I chimed in, "let's all have a juice together."

Each with a glass of OJ, we headed towards the great room. Elijah made a break for the stairs, but I intercepted him and dragged him with me to the sofa in front of the fireplace. Josh started for his bedroom, but changed course when he saw we weren't going upstairs. Still uncomfortable in just his underwear, Josh sat in his favorite wingback reading chair.

"I had fun today, did you?" I directed my question to Elijah.

"Hmm huh," Elijah murmured, eyeing me distrustfully.

"Those are killer briefs, Mr. Smith, I like the longer cut myself. Keeps everything in place," I said, patting my own bulge.

Josh blushed even more. By the end of the night, I might be able to light him up like a Christmas tree if I tried hard enough.

"I think the guys really enjoyed playing games with you," I prodded cautiously. "I hope you enjoyed yourself as much as we did."

"I did," he admitted, "we should do it more often."

"Oh, I agree," I said cheerfully, "in fact I thought we could play one more before we go to bed."

"I don't think so," Josh objected. "It's getting late, and Elijah has school tomorrow."

"It won't take long," I argued. "We can play truth or dare. I get to start. Elijah, truth or dare?"

"Uh, truth I guess," he said after thinking it over.

"Do you still fuck your mother?" I asked conversationally.

"Oh my God," Josh groaned.

Elijah looked like a rabbit caught in a trap. His eyes darted between me and Josh and the stairway where he could escape.

"Well?" I prompted.

"Yes," Elijah whispered. Josh gave him a look that could kill. Elijah seemed to crumble under the weight of it and I was afraid I had over played my hand. I wanted all the secrets out in the open, but if it just restored the tension, then we were back to square one.

"Truth or dare?" Elijah asked Josh.

"Truth."

"Have you ever wanted to have sex with Hannah?" Elijah asked.

Wow, I didn't see that one coming. I scrutinized Josh who squirmed a little in his chair. He was getting closer to that Christmas tree like glow.

"Well, your sister is attractive, so I suppose any guy would think about it," he admitted. "Why would you ask that?"

"I see how you look at her sometimes when you don't think she can see you," Elijah challenged. "We all know she is your favorite."

Josh rushed to change the subject. "Truth or dare, David?"

"Truth."

"Are you gay?" Josh queried sitting forward in his chair. "Tell the truth."

"No," I replied calmly.

"I don't believe you," Josh argued, sitting back and shaking his head.

"Well maybe if Hannah were here, I could prove it to you," I taunted.

"How dare you," Josh said indignantly.

"Or maybe Elizabeth, she seems to like younger men."

Oops, it is possible Josh and I were not going to be best buds after all. Sometimes I just can't help myself.

"Elijah, truth or dare?" I rushed on.

"Dare."

"Strip for Josh," I demanded. "Stand up in front of the fireplace and give us a little show."

Somehow Elijah looked both excited and terrified at the same time. Josh looked angry, as though I had set this all up to challenge his manhood. Hetero male egos are so fragile.

Elijah stood up and unbuttoned the first two buttons of his pajama top as he walked over to the fireplace and turned to face Josh. He looked at me, his eyes pleading for me to say he didn't have to do this. I nodded at him encouragingly and he undid the next two buttons. The top gapped open to frame his narrow chest with his large dark nipples. When he finished with the last button, he let the top fall to the floor behind him. Pulling the drawstring on his pants, they dropped in one fell swoop to his feet.

Elijah's cock was partially erect, as I knew it would be. He looked at Josh timidly expecting to be rejected or even yelled at. Josh looked at me first, and then, with a resigned expression on his face, he stared at all of Elijah's body. The longer they stared at each other, the more Elijah's cock liked it.

"Your turn Elijah," I coaxed.

"Truth or dare?" Elijah murmured still staring at Josh.

"Dare," Joshua chose.

"Take off your underwear," Elijah challenged.

Now it was finally getting interesting. Josh gave me a dirty look, as though I had coached Elijah, but he slid his briefs down and kicked them off. Nothing had happened yet that was more risqué than what regularly happened in a team locker room or a boy's sleep over, but the night had promise.

Josh was not excited to be naked, but the view was nice anyway. Macho guys like to sit with their legs spread wide, and for once I appreciated it. Elijah was staring at him in some kind of stupor. Only his cock seemed to still be functioning, as it stood straight out from his body.

"Truth or dare?" Josh said to Elijah.

"Truth."

"Do you want me to fuck you?" Josh asked, getting up from his chair.

I had no idea what Elijah would say. I didn't know if he even understood what Josh was really asking. Maybe I should have tutored him a little faster. I held my breath waiting for his answer.

"Yes," he whispered submissively.

Josh gasped. I don't think that was the answer he was expecting.

"Truth or dare?" Elijah said back to Josh.

"Dare."

"Fuck me," Elijah begged, an enticing offer standing there naked and hard.

Josh hesitated and looked at me for help. There was no way he would be able to fuck Elijah, his cock was still soft as a wet noodle. I walked over to him and let Elijah watch as I took Josh in my hand. He didn't rise to the occasion as fast as he did in the hot springs, but there was life there. Pulling Elijah by the arm, I moved us all over to the dining table in the next room. Bending Elijah over the table, I teased his hole with my finger, while still working Josh up with my other hand.

Taking out my squeeze bottle, I inserted it into Elijah's ass and filled his hole with as much lubricant as he could hold. Since they were both virgins to anal intercourse, I wanted to give them as much of chance to enjoy their first time as possible. Working in the lubricant with my finger, I spread lubricant on Josh's semi hard cock and worked it in with my hand. Josh may not have been into boys, but he was a hot young stud, and it wasn't long before he responded to a hand job.

With both parties ready, I stepped out of the way. Elijah lay with his chest on the table, waiting to be penetrated. Josh stood behind him, preparing to put his cock inside his first boy and have his first male fuck. I wanted to cheer them on, but discretion is the better part of valor.

Josh lined up and applied pressure. Elijah whimpered and then gasped when Josh broke through. Closing his eyes, Josh absorbed the wild sensations flooding his cock. Gripping Elijah's shoulders, he pushed his thick meat in further, stopping to enjoy the experience every couple of inches. Elijah's cock slipped over the edge of the table and I stepped up close enough to stroke it while Josh started to fuck him. I casually gripped Josh's ass, and he ignored me as he concentrated on reaming his step-son.

Once the father-son duo got started, they didn't need any further coaching from me. Elijah unloaded in my hand after only few minutes of having a cock inside of him. I figure an orgasm is always a sign that someone is having a good time. Josh paid no attention to Elijah's release and continued to pound him into the table top. I admired his physique while getting my voyeur fix, watching their enthusiastic virgin fuck. Josh has that thick chest but tapered torso that makes your butt look small and tight. I wondered what it would feel like to get up inside there, realizing that was a proposition that would never happen.

Elijah, on the other hand, seemed to be adapting to his new role as power bottom totally inhibition free. Some submissives just lie there, expecting someone else to do all the work. Not Elijah! Constantly learning, he raised his hips to meet the cock plunging inside. I could see his butt cheeks clench as he worked his ass muscles to hold on to that big sausage like a hungry whore. After what Josh confessed about his sex life with Elizabeth, I knew this was the first time he had been able to pound himself into a tight hole, and he was taking full advantage of it.

Josh's orgasm was just short of a grand mal seizure. I was sure he would wake the boys with his full-throated yell each time he squirted more cum deep into Elijah's colon. Both of them were coated with sweat and still connected, while they paused to catch their breath.

Finally pulling out, Josh looked over at me, with wonder on his face. He never expected it to be this good. I gave him innocent eyes. Just the friendly neighbor boy trying to help out. You're welcome. The stud pulled Elijah up from the table and turned him around. For a moment, I thought he was going to kiss him. Instead, he picked him up in his arms and carried him into his bedroom like a bride on their honeymoon. When I peeked in, Elijah was on the bed on his hands and knees with Josh kneeling behind him. His cock was already hard again, and Josh was lining it up for round two.

As I turned away, I could hear Elijah's ahh as Josh entered him again. Ironic that I had instigated everything, but I was the one going to bed alone.

Chapter Fifteen
Night Five

"Elijah, are you okay?" I questioned him at the kitchen counter the next morning, while I got a mug of coffee.

"Oh yah," he grinned.

Truth was, I had never seen him so happy. He kept smiling, which was kind of freaking me out. Aaron and Gideon came down in pajamas and stared at their father/brother as though they didn't recognize him with this new expression on his face. Josh came out of his bedroom bare chested.

"Good morning," he announced to everyone with a goofy grin.

Now I really was weirded out. I had created the Stepford family by accident. Trying to make myself useful, I helped the boys get their breakfast cereal and settle them at the table. Josh was standing behind Elijah at the counter with his back to us. I could swear he was playing with Elijah's butt through his pajamas. Elijah was giggling at something Josh was whispering in his ear. The boys looked at me and I shrugged. After getting his coffee, Josh returned to his bedroom with Elijah in tow. The noises from across the great room, let us know they were going at it again.

o

It was late before I got a chance to stop by the Smith's. Elizabeth and Hannah were back and the tension had returned. I got Josh aside and told him I thought it best if I went home.

"You are not leaving me like this," Josh hissed. "I think she will go to him tonight. What am I going to do?"

"Follow her?" I suggested. I really didn't have a clue. "She won't go to Elijah if I am bunking in there. I should just go home so you can get this over with."

"Uh-uh, you started this and it's working, but you need to help me," Josh insisted. "Sleep in the boy's room or on the sofa in the family room."

Playing with the boys, we passed the time with some games and then a couple of stories before bedtime. Aaron was fine if I wanted to bunk with him for the night. If I bunked with the boys, I would be upstairs already where the action was likely to be.

Elijah looked nervous and he kept exchanging looks with Josh whenever their paths crossed. Everyone settled in for the night and the house was quiet, but I couldn't sleep. I kept listening for footsteps on the stairs. I spooned with Aaron and once the lights were out, I pulled down his pajamas so I could play with his butt and penis under the covers, while I waited for the main event.

It was after midnight, when I actually did hear footsteps on the stairs. When the sound stopped, I snuck out into the loft and found a dark corner where I could see into Elijah's bedroom. Elizabeth was in her nightgown undressing him, just as he had described to me. When he was naked, she hoisted her gown and mounted him. Before I could decide to go and alert Josh, he came silently up the stairs and startled me. He was fully dressed in pajamas. I persuaded him to at least give me the pajama top, before he confronted his wife. I don't think he realizes how awesome he looks shirtless.

Josh watched his wife pleasuring herself from the bedroom doorway. Elijah saw him first.

"Josh," Elijah murmured, naked and spreadeagle on the bed.

Elizabeth turned to see what Elijah was looking at. "Josh, what are you doing here?" she gasped.

"If you can pleasure yourself with the kids, why shouldn't I?" he asked stepping further into the room.

"What are you saying? I don't understand," she said with Elijah still inside of her.

"You will," Josh assured her as he went back out the door with a determined stride.

Now I was confused. I expected him to fuck Elijah in front of Elizabeth and for her to freak out. Instead, he headed off to the boy's room. No, correction, Hannah's room. I could hear her voice clearly in the quiet house. I was sure Elizabeth could hear it too.

"What do you think you are doing?"

"What I should have done a long time ago."

"Stop it, you shouldn't be in here. I am telling mother."

"Trust me, she knows."

"Ahh, we shouldn't be doing this. You know I'm a virgin."

"Not anymore!"

"Oh my God, ahh, you are so big,"

"The better to fuck you with my dear."

Really Josh, a red riding hood analogy?

"Hmm, ahh, daddy! Daddy!"

The sounds of two people having sex continued with more and more enthusiasm.

"Hannah, get up and come with me. There are things we need to get out in the open."

I shrank back into the shadows as Josh, naked and still hard, pulled the naked girl behind him across the loft and into Elijah's bedroom.

"Mother? Oh my God mother, what are you doing?" Hannah wailed.

Definitely a drama queen.

"I think you know that your mother has been having sex with Elijah for years, hasn't she Elijah? How old were you when your mother started fucking you?"

"Joshua, don't talk so vulgar," Elizabeth scolded.

"Elizabeth, dear, you are sitting on your son's cock and scolding me for being vulgar. I think it is time for all of us to be honest. No more secrets," Josh demanded.

"Elijah wants me to be with him, don't you Elijah?" Elizabeth chided, pulling herself off of her son and pulling down her nightgown.

"Yes," Elijah murmured, caught between his warring parents.

"Elijah likes to be with me too now," Josh said proudly, "don't you Elijah?"

"Yes."

"You had sex with Elijah?" Elizabeth said in amazement. "I never knew you would do that!"

"I didn't either," Josh admitted. "Now I see that I can enjoy being with Hannah and Elijah."

"Mother, do something!" Hannah whined.

"Joshua, I forbid you to be with Hannah!" Elizabeth demanded. "And, you having sex with Elijah is just wrong!"

"I see, it's okay for you to have sex with the children, but not me," Josh argued. "Hypocrite!"

Hannah rushed across the loft, and slammed her bedroom door. Josh stormed after her and left the door open. Within minutes, I heard the tell-tale noise that Josh was going for round two. The guy had stamina. Elizabeth came to the doorway and listened before disappearing back inside. Elijah was still naked on the bed with his cock still hard. Whatever else had happened that night, it had not given Elijah any relief.

Aaron came stumbling out of his room rubbing his eyes sleepily. Hannah slamming the door must have woken him. He gave a start when I reached out of my dark corner and grabbed him.

"Shh, it's me, David," I whispered in his ear.

"What's going on?" he whispered back.

"Your parents are having a little fight," I explained, trying to break it easy to the little guy.

"I hear Hannah," Aaron said with concern. "Is she hurt?"

I tried to think of a better word than fuck, but came up empty.

"No, Josh is fucking her," I said, not sure he would even understand what that meant.

"Good, she's such a bitch," the little guy informed me.

"Oh, I see."

Guess I wasn't the only one who thought so.

Josh came out of Hannah's room and crossed the loft again. The guy was sure getting a workout tonight. Through the doorway, I could see Josh flip Elijah over on his stomach and spread his legs. Apparently, he had bought himself some lubricant and we watched him prepare himself for his third fuck of the night.

"You are not going to sodomize my son right in front of me," Elizabeth complained.

"I guess you should turn around then," Josh said flippantly.

He pressed forward and Elijah groaned when Josh plunged deep on the first thrust. Without waiting for the boy to adjust, he began fucking him hard.

"You see, Elijah can give me what you won't," Josh said sarcastically, "a good fuck!"

Elizabeth fled the room and rushed down the stairs. Josh continued his fuck session with Elijah, both of them making loud enough sounds of pleasure that Hannah and Elizabeth had to hear them.

"What are they doing?" Aaron asked, looking up at me, as I held him by the shoulders in front of me.

"Josh is fucking Elijah," I told him.

"Oh," Aaron puzzled.

I could see his brain turning over the pieces in his mind. What we had done together was different than what he was seeing. I figured he could watch for a while, then I would get him off again and he would go back to sleep. While we watched, I pulled off his pajama top so I could play with his nipples. He backed up and rubbed against me. When I pinched and pulled on his nips, he tried to pull away, but didn't make a sound. Pulling down his bottoms, I played with his penis. The thing always seemed to be hard. I wondered if it ever went down.

Josh had Elijah up on his hands and knees and was squatting over him, power driving down into him. He might have a boring sex life with Elizabeth, but he was catching on fast with Elijah. His orgasm this time was less obvious, but when he pulled out afterwards, they both collapsed on the bed together breathing heavily.

Aaron broke away from my grasp and ran into the bedroom.

"Fuck me," he said excitedly to Josh. "Fuck me next."

Josh looked up at me and frowned. Why do I get blamed for everything?

"No Aaron, I would hurt you," Josh explained patiently. "You are too little."

"I'm a big boy," Aaron countered, "David fucks me."

When Josh scowled at me again, I rushed in shaking my head and wiggling my finger. Hopefully, he was getting the message that I had only finger fucked him.

"Tell you what, bud," Josh compromised. "I will let Elijah do it first and then if you still want me to, I will fuck you too."

Elijah looked startled at Josh passing the buck. So far, he had only been on the receiving end. I saw him look over at his son and lick his lips. I thought maybe Aaron would hold off for a future night, but he was so excited he climbed right up on the bed between Elijah and Josh, crouched naked with his hands and knees tucked under him. Elijah looked at me with desperate help me eyes.

"Not tonight, it is way too late. Everyone off to bed," Josh directed, sidestepping what had the makings of an awkward situation.

Chapter Sixteen
Night Six

Let me be clear. What happened was not my fault. There are disadvantages to being a teetotaler. Anyone else would have known there is rum, in rum-punch. A drinker would have known when they were getting shit-faced and stopped. The Smiths don't and didn't. Not my fault!

Let's review.

1. Josh, the ex-Mormon homophobe found out he likes to fuck boys. They say there is no one more zealous than a new convert. Josh was ready, able and willing to fuck anything that didn't get out of his way fast enough.
2. Elizabeth, who has fucked her son since pre-puberty, only allows her husband to have sex with her in one position while she is fully clothed.
3. Hannah, the only actual Mormon in the family, feels she has been exiled to hell and resents everyone around her, but is secretly a slut.
4. Elijah, the exhibitionist submissive.
5. Aaron, the curious adolescent blooming into sexual awareness and ready to be fucked by his brother, who is actually his father.
6. Gideon, the yummy adorable toddler about to be let loose in a community of sexual predators.

What could possibly go wrong?

The welcome party for the Smiths was scheduled for the first Saturday night after they arrived. Everyone had their assignments. Mine was dinner music, and we even had the baby grand tuned for the occasion. I was at the piano when the guests began to arrive. The Brooks family came first, followed by Paul and Jax. JD was already here with Bobby, and Mary was setting out the buffet. When the Smiths arrived, Aaron came over and sat on the piano bench with me.

Everyone fawned over Gideon. You would think they had never seen an overgrown toddler before. Elizabeth was introduced to Cindy, and I overheard them discussing the idea that cowgirl is not the only position for a woman who likes to be in control. Hannah made the introduction rounds, then stormed over to the piano with Elijah trailing along behind.

"This is all your fault," she accused in a loud stage whisper, "we were fine before you came around."

"What is the matter?" I queried without interrupting the smooth jazz I was playing. "Didn't you enjoy yourself last night?"

"Being raped is not my idea of good time," she whined.

"Give it up Hannah," Elijah countered, "you have been teasing Josh ever since they got married. You finally got what you wanted. Everyone knows you were not a virgin anyway."

"If you didn't enjoy Josh, maybe you should give Elijah a try," I suggested. "As you saw last night, he has a nice one." Elijah blushed, but looked pleased at my comment.

"Ugh, he's my brother," Hannah reasoned.

"What? You prefer sex with strangers?" I teased. "I could probably arrange that," I said nodding at JD who was passing by shirtless.

It was easy to tell by the way her eyes followed JD, she wouldn't mind a naked session with the mountain boy. Conflicted much?

Everyone refreshed their glass for the toast.

"Can I have your attention please," dad requested, banging on his glass with a spoon. "I would like to welcome the newest members of our community, the Smith family. Please introduce yourselves to them. It is my hope that by the end of the evening, everyone will get to know each other much better. We hope your new life here with us will be as free and uninhibited as you want it to be. If there is anything we can do to help, you only have to ask. Please raise your glass. To the Smith family. Cheers!"

Robert and Cindy started the dancing and Paul and Jax joined in. Josh and Elizabeth took a turn in between introductions and Elijah danced with Hannah until JD cut in. Jax was in charge of entertainment and he had procured a fuck machine from somewhere. The thing was setup on one side of the rug in front of the hearth. Kai and Kaleb were playing with it along with Aaron. Nothing like what your dirty mind just thought up. They were making it fuck different desserts. You should see what it did to key lime pie! Aaron was trying to lick the whip cream off the rubber dildo when Kai turned it on and sprayed food all over. It fucked a messy hole in a caramel pecan puff pastry. The boys licked the dildo clean, the three of them making it look like a scene from an underage porno movie.

Jax and Bobby cleared the center of the great room for an exhibition wrestling match. The singlets they wore were more like a jock strap that went over their shoulders. It held their junk in front, but left their butt bare. It was about this time that I noticed the Smiths were getting snockered. Even little Gideon had been snarfing down the punch until he spilled a full glass down the front of him. Cindy took him to get cleaned up, and when they came back, he was naked except for the blanket wrapped around him.

The guys warmed up with some traditional start positions and grappling moves. The outfits were intended to be suggestive and it worked. Jax is hands down the handsomest guy in the community except for his father. Bobby is slimmer with longish black hair and smooth white skin. They traded control positions a couple of times and then Jax did a takedown that slammed Bobby into the carpet. Controlling him with his body, Jax held him in place while he rubbed his body against his back and butt. The crowd cheered him on, making lewd suggestions and catcalls.

After dancing together, JD and Hannah migrated to a corner away from the action. Hannah was clearly drunk while she pawed JD and he kissed her. Josh watched them make out and tossing down the rest of his drink he made his way over.

Jax had pulled the straps off his shoulder and was rubbing himself against Bobby's butt. With everyone urging him on, he got himself inside Bobby's ass and hung on tight. Struggling to throw him off, Bobby only succeeded in impaling himself more on Jax's cock.

Josh was talking to JD while they held Hannah up between them. The trio was starting to lose clothing. For JD that didn't take much since he usually went shirtless and commando under his jeans. In his inebriated state, Josh had lost his shirt and a sofa hid him below the waist so who knows what else.

The wrestling was too much for Elizabeth, and she restricted herself to the kitchen with Mary. Since Mary was the local pastor's daughter who got pregnant by her father, they probably had a lot to talk about.

Gideon had fallen into a rum induced sleep on Cindy and Robert's lap. They had unwrapped the blanket so that Gideon's body was on display. Kaleb had joined his parents and together they were inspecting Gideon's privates. Kaleb prodded the little penis with his finger and then licked it with his tongue to see if a boy that young could get a hard on.

Bobby had managed to flip Jax over on his back. Now he was on top, pressing down on Jax with his back, but still impaled on his cock. Jax made the most of the new position and fucked up into Bobby distracting him from anything but the feel of his cock moving around inside of him.

Since Josh and JD were behind most of the others watching the wrestling match, no one seemed to notice the two were fucking Hannah from both sides. She had her arms around JD's neck and he held her against him as both of the men made thrusting motions with their hips.

Elijah, Kai and Aaron were still playing around with the fuck machine while they watched the guys wrestle. The machine came with different size attachments and everything you would need to use them. They had a tiny dildo, about the size of your little finger, attached to the machine and it looked like they intended to test it out on Aaron. Elijah was holding his son while Kai pulled down his pants. Aaron was so out of it, he didn't even protest being stripped in public.

I think dad has a thing for Bobby. He was kneeling next to the wrestlers talking to them while he watched Bobby getting fucked. He pulled the straps off of Bobby's shoulder so he could expose his cock and balls. Bobby was hard enough he could slap his cock around and tease him by pulling on his balls. From the look in Bobby's eyes, he had real daddy infatuation going on.

Gideon was getting more attention than he knew what to do with. Kaleb had his mouth over the kid's penis and balls and sucked him to as much of a hard on as he was likely to get. Robert had his finger partway up his ass and Cindy was playing with his nipples and trying to stick her tongue in his mouth. Gideon was awake enough to squirm around and try to see what was being done to him.

Kai and Elijah had Aaron stripped and crouched down in front of the machine. Kai knew enough to grease up the dildo and Aaron, although it looked like most of the grease was on his butt instead of in his ass. They lined up the machine and turned it on slow. The machine pushed into Aaron in slow motion about half way before it reversed and came completely out of him. Again, it penetrated him before it pulled back out. Adjusting the machine, they tried again. This time the tip stayed inside of him and went in the full length of the little dildo. Aaron groaned with each thrust, but didn't move. The boys were so pleased with their success they increased the speed. The little finger dildo was now fucking him regularly and he shifted his legs apart and raised his head to look blearily over his shoulder.

JD and Josh had finished up with Hannah and had her sitting in a wingback chair partially dressed and looking dazed. Josh came over to watch Aaron taking the fuck machine like a champ. Maybe he was remembering last night, when Aaron had asked to be fucked and he had turned him down. Josh hadn't bothered to get dressed again and when he knelt down by the machine his cock and balls were hanging down thick and heavy. Kai and Elijah were staring and I had a feeling Josh had found his next fuck.

Paul joined the Brooks in admiring little Gideon, who was still being teased and prodded. He must be remembering when Luke was that age. I knew Cindy had been with Paul before and had a little crush on him. Who wouldn't, the guy was gorgeous. Paul seemed to be most interested in Kaleb who was still licking and sucking on Gideon. While he talked with Cindy and Robert, Paul put his arms around the little Asian boy and unconsciously rubbed his chest. As they talked, Cindy turned Gideon over on her lap, spreading his legs a little so they could all see his butt. Cindy held his butt cheeks open while Robert poked and prodded his little sphincter while they watched. Paul wet his finger and pressed it against Gideon's hole as though testing the resistance. He pushed it in as far as it would go and then pulled out, satisfied with the results. Robert went back to finger fucking him and everyone had a clear view of the little boy getting fucked. Paul began undressing Kaleb still talking with his parents as though undressing their kid in public was the most natural thing in the world.

I lost track of the wrestling match, with everything else going on. Jax and Bobby were separated now and Bobby was standing with my dad talking. Bobby was naked and dad was playing with his cock while he said something that made Bobby laugh. He leaned over and kissed dad on the lips. I had to decide if I was jealous or not. I don't think so. Maybe. Jax laid on the floor just watching everyone else.

Aaron was still on the fuck machine. Josh had Kai down on the floor under him and he was giving him a blow job, his specialty. JD came over and watched while eyeing Elijah. Apparently, Josh and JD had bonded in that macho guy way while sharing Hannah. JD even slapped his bare ass while he seemed to be commenting on Elijah. Josh turned to Elijah and must have told him to strip, because Elijah started taking off his clothes.

No way JD was cutting in line. I had teased, coaxed and prodded Elijah to get him this far. JD was not getting into him before I did. Tossing off my shirt I rushed over and caught Elijah's attention before JD could make a move on him. Taking charge, I stood behind Elijah and palmed his cock, displaying it to the others watching. I knew being watched just did it for Elijah, and I wanted him to have his moment. When his cock was pumped up and felt painfully hard in my hand, I guided him over next to Aaron who was still on the fuck machine. The machine had loosened him up enough, I figured Aaron could take him and Elijah could take me.

Prepping Elijah, I positioned him and turned him loose. He straddled Aaron holding himself up on his arms while he lowered himself into position. Reaching between his legs, I guided him so that when he pushed, his cock slid in. Aaron groaned and raised his head to see. When he saw it was Elijah behind him, he smiled and settled back down.

The rum stupor seemed to help, because Aaron showed no signs of discomfort as Elijah began pushing in and out of him. The longer he fucked, the more confidence he seemed to gain, and the longer and harder the stroke. While Elijah kept his attention on Aaron, I slipped off my pants and got on my knees behind him. Holding on to his hips, I held him still long enough to get myself inside of him. Now we fucked in tandem. When he thrust into Aaron, I thrust myself into him forcing him just a bit further and a little harder into Aaron.

I forgot all about Josh, JD and Kai, but now that we were fucking, I could spare some attention for them. Kai had worked Josh up with his mouth, but they were all watching us now instead of doing their own thing. JD was on his knees beside Josh and seemed to be playing with his butt. Let's hear it for rum. If Josh was uninhibited enough to let a guy play with his butt, it was a new high. Or was that low? Anyway, the unplanned entertainment seemed to be us now.

I tried not to let it intimidate me. Elijah, who would have appreciated the attention, was so focused on the little boy under him, he was oblivious to anything else. I had spent a lot of time this week teasing and tempting the Smiths, but hadn't really gotten any relief for myself. I liked the feel of the two younger boys under me a lot. I felt connected to Aaron even though I was not physically touching him myself. I remembered what it felt like to play with his cock and have my fingers inside of him while he cuddled up against me.

When Elijah let go and released himself into Aaron, I could feel it up through my cock and into my balls. He pulled out right away and flopped over on his back, beside us leaving me high and dry. Looking down at Aaron's gaping ass, I shuffled forward and leaned into him. He was still hot and tight against my cock when I entered him. Putting my arms around him, I pulled him with me until he was sitting in my lap with my cock shoved up inside of him as far as it would go.

Kai crawled over and began sucking his penis for him while I thrust up into him. Josh watched us while JD finger fucked him and jerked him off. Aaron came quickly after all the stimulation he had received tonight plus Kai's talented mouth. I felt him shudder in my arms and then I pumped more jizz up into him.

o

I was tired but sated. I didn't know if all the sex was planned or if it just happened, but I felt it was my job to clean up after. I went around collecting Smiths and getting them ready to ship home. After scooping up Gideon I found his clothes in the laundry. I hosed Aaron off inside and out in the bathroom and bundled him up. Elijah was coherent enough to clean himself up and get dressed. Before we joined the others, I kissed him thoroughly. I would miss sleeping in his bed.

Hannah was out of it and it took JD and Jax to help get her into the car. Elizabeth had escaped the sex but not the booze. She fell asleep at the kitchen counter and Mary had to wake her to go home like a drunk at a bar after last call. Josh was the only one who seemed clear headed. Dad didn't trust the illusion enough to let Josh drive on the mountain ridge road. The ridge road has no guard rails and if you drive off the road it is so steep you won't stop until a tree gets in the way. JD drove them home and I got them into the house and settled after making them drink water for the dehydration and take aspirin for the headache they were sure to have in the morning.

Back in the lodge, dad was waiting for me in the great room. Everyone else was cleaning up, but dad motioned me over to sit with him.

"How did it go?" he asked putting his arm around my shoulders and hugging me to him. "Did you get them taken care of?"

"I think so," I said cautiously, "unfortunately they are going to find out tomorrow what a hangover feels like."

Dad chuckled, "I guess they have been learning a lot of new things this week. I think everyone was surprised how quickly the family has…adjusted to our way of life."

"Hmm, I guess," I puzzled. "I don't know if it was so much learning new things, as learning to be honest about things."

"I am proud of you. I know how you felt about them being Mormon, but you seem to have overcome your prejudice."

"Yeah, underneath people are more alike than you would think," I mused.

"Well, next week a nice male gay couple are coming. They have two sons, brothers, one from each father with the same surrogate mother."

"Oh, what a relief," I gushed. "At least with guys who identify as gay, there shouldn't be any big moral issues about sex. A gay couple with two boys. What could possibly go wrong?"

Chapter Seventeen
The Larsens – Let the show begin

The FC [Family Camp] community has accepted their first gay couple, and I could not wait for them to show up. Although I thought their new house was awesome to begin with, the contractors have been feverishly working on renovations for over a month. The Larsen house is different than all the other log homes in the community for a couple of reasons. First, it is only the second house built to hang off of one of the steep slopes instead of sitting on top of the ridge. That means some of the house is built into the side of the mountain, and the other side is suspended in the air two or three stories off the ground. When the house was built, it required extensive blasting to carve out sections of native granite rock. Second, although the outside is log and stone, the inside is post and beam, with an European flair, rather than the typical country or modern motif.

Dad, in casual conversation, indicated that the Larsens are computer savvy and have been monitoring the renovations via Alex. A moving van arrived earlier in the week and unloaded furniture and boxes. The residents are expected any time now and I am monitoring the gate, while working in the control room, so that I will be the first to know when they arrive.

I guess what excites me about the idea of a gay couple is that I expect them to be less ambiguous about a lot of things. Although in FC it is discouraged to use the G [gay] or S [straight] word, this couple is unapologetic in declaring themselves to be gay. It may be an undeserved stereotype, but I expect them to be less conflicted about sex, intimacy and life in general. After baby-sitting the Smiths, conflict free will be a welcome relief.

Elijah Smith confided in me recently that his step-father Josh, is finally adapting to sharing him with his mother. Josh tends to be a bit homophobic and struggles to have a close relationship with the three boys in his family. It is good news that he is doing so well, since he has a teaching certificate and will be in charge of the new elementary level school starting up this semester. Cindy Brooks, has her doctorate in education, and designed the curriculum and most of the materials for the accredited courses. I have been busy getting as much of the material setup in the AI system as possible so that students will be able to complete the course work at their own pace.

Alex opened the gate and I watched the monitors as two gorgeous Ducati motorcycles roared up the ridge road to the Larsen house. Each cycle had two riders in bright red, dark faced helmets and black leather jackets. One of the recent upgrades to the Larsen house was cobblestone like pavers down the drive and in front of the three-car garage. The cycles skidded to a stop in front of the house and the passengers dismounted while the drivers put the cycles up on their stands.

All of the riders were in black leather and boots, the pants tight enough to be painted on. I never knew leather like that came in boy sizes until now. When the helmets came off, the adult drivers shook out their longish blond hair. The two boys were also blond, short and curly on top, with trim stubble on the sides and back.

Something in the back of my head bothered me about the scene I had just witnessed. Anyone who has ridden any distance on a cycle knows not to smile at the end of the ride until you have checked your teeth for bugs. Even with a face mask, there will be bug splatter or worse on your helmet and leathers. The bike is guaranteed to be dirty, and when the helmets come off, uncurable helmet head hair is unavoidable. The final clue, Alex never opens the gate automatically, unless the vehicle is pre-registered in the system. This grand entrance could have been a premier Ducati commercial. Conclusion? The Larsens certainly know how to put on a show!

Regardless of the preparation, I was suitably impressed. The family disappeared into their new home and before I could put out a notice of their arrival, an invitation was delivered via email. Rather than waiting for the traditional community welcome party, the Larsens would be hosting an open house this Saturday night. Awesome! Maybe I will finally find out if blonds really do have more fun!

o

I couldn't decide what to wear to the party. Something sexy, but not too slutty. Dad was wearing a royal blue knit turtleneck and chinos. Nice, but not sexy. JD was wearing flannel and jeans, and could have gone buck naked, and still be the sexiest man in the room. It is frustrating to always get upstaged by the local mountain boy. I settled on a silk shirt and linen pants. My hair is longer than usual now, and the length brings out the raven blue-black highlights. I don't know why it was so important to me to impress the Larsens, but I wanted to look more sophisticated than just jeans and a t-shirt tonight.

We walked down together and were still one of the first groups to arrive. A teenage boy, dressed in leather pants and vest showing most of his chest, answered the door and offered to take our coats. The décor was Daniel Boon meets leather chic. The foyer floor, hearth and mantle were huge blocks of granite. The great room fire looked like it was burning inside a granite cave. Most of the furniture was leather and glass.

I am used to the big great rooms all the houses at the ridge seem to have, but the exposed post and beams add a level of detail the other homes lack. Just inside the great room we were met by one of the sons carrying a tray of drinks. According to my dad, the two boys really are brothers from the same surrogate mother. This one was definitely a tween, maybe eleven or twelve. He was wearing a skimpy leather loin cloth and sandals that had straps wrapped around his calves, almost to his knees. My first impression of the body on display was anorexic! If I had not been around JD for so long, I would have been concerned for his health. Every muscle and bone showed like a living anatomy lesson. He offered the selections from his tray without smiling or saying a word, and never met anyone's eye. Of course, if my dad made me wear that getup in a room full of strangers, I would probably be grumpy and embarrassed too.

The boy was tall for his age, the height mostly in his long legs. His emaciated body made me want to trace his ribs and feel his sternum visible just below the skin of his chest. Was there anything under the two small leather cloths attached front and back to his waist, or was he hanging free under there? Before my curiosity got me in trouble, we moved on into the great room where one of the Nordic gods was holding court in front of the fire cave.

"Welcome gentlemen. Please come in and make yourselves comfortable. I'm Jan, and Anders is in the kitchen supervising the food," the blond wet dream introduced himself. "Good to see you again David, and this must be your son. The resemblance is uncanny. JD, I hope you can recommend some challenging mountain roads to try out the Ducatis on. Perhaps you would like to ride along?"

He shook everyone's hand and I had to subtly wipe away a bit of drool from my chin while I continued to discreetly stare. Okay, maybe I wasn't that discreet. He was dressed in tight black leather pants again. I wanted to see this guy's closet. There must be enough leather in there to outfit a herd of cows. To augment the painted-on pants was a tight black tuxedo vest. And that's it, nothing else. No shirt, no shoes and no socks. The vest covered most of his pecs, but left the center of his chest and upper stomach bare. It was short enough that a band of lean waist was visible between the vest and the low-slung pants. He wasn't a body builder, but the size of his exposed shoulders and muscular arms were big enough to call attention to themselves. His chest definition deep enough that what the vest showed could almost be called cleavage. Not formal enough to make anyone feel underdressed, but definitely eye catching.

"Jan, your house modifications are impressive, I hope you will be very happy here," dad said diplomatically. "You seem to have the evening planned. I hope you will allow me to propose a toast later on."

"We would be honored," Jan replied. "Please, help yourself to some food. I think you will find some interesting French dishes that Anders has created special, as well as some local cuisine."

Dad and JD moved off into the dining room where the table was overloaded with candles and food.

"David, could I prevail upon you to take a look at our network equipment?" Jan asked, putting his hand on my shoulder and pulling me along with him. "I have never worked with fiber-optics directly before. I wasn't sure how the battery backup hooked in."

"Sure," I mumbled, hyper aware of his touch. "No problem."

"David, have you met my son Christian?" Jan asked, grabbing the almost naked boy by the shoulder as he crossed our path heading for the kitchen. It was the same boy who served us drinks earlier.

"Not really," I admitted.

Jan pulled both of us with him as we headed down the stairs to the level that was partially subterranean. The room at the bottom of the stairs was in shadow, and Jan turned to the right and hit the light switch on a large room against the back wall. The last time I had been in this area during construction, the back wall burrowed into the mountain was plain brick and cement. Now, there was a floor to ceiling glass with water flowing down inside of it. Behind the glass, the raw mountain granite was visible.

"We put in a new geothermal system," Jan explained while I stared at the mesmerizing water display. "The water is not just decorative; it also serves as part of the heat and cooling exchange system. The network equipment is back here."

I was familiar with the concept of geothermal heat pumps. A lot of houses in the area used them for energy efficiency and other benefits. The visible water component was creative and convinced me, these guys were not just another pretty face.

"Your setup looks fine except you will want to plug your powered patch panel into the same power source as your router," I advised, making the change and restarting the affected systems. "Normally the patch panel would not be powered, but it is designed to boost the optic light source. Of course, you will want the optics and the router to be on the backup if we lose power. That should allow any devices with battery power to stay connected. We don't lose power very often, but it can happen."

"Thank you, David," Jan said leading us back into the main room. "Let me give you the penny tour on our way back to the party."

As Jan flipped on the lights in the main area, I could see the wrap around porch outside of all the glass doors and windows on the side of the room away from the mountain. I knew the porch was high off the ground and looked out over the wooded holler. Besides the fireplace and a sitting area, the big room was filled with workout equipment. Turning to the left there was another room against the back wall. The first thing that captured my eye was another section of that mesmerizing glass with the water flowing down it. The rock on the other side of the glass had strata of white through the speckled gray.

As my attention took in the rest of the room, I forgot to breathe. Whips and chains hung like trophies on one wall. A rack, cross, sling and other BDSM (Bondage/Discipline Dominance/Submission Sadism/Masochism) equipment was scattered around like toys someone had left out after a play date.

"This is our little play room," Jan said proudly, gesturing at the torture equipment. "Not as hardcore as some, but enough for our purposes. Sometimes we use it on shoots. Are you all right?"

I was dizzy and my head hurt. I couldn't get enough air! Everything was starting to spin, and I felt stabs of pain in my groin and ass. I grabbed myself, but the pain was inside my cock. I felt the hands holding me down again, the metal rod going up my piss slit. In my head I knew I was having a panic attack, but I couldn't seem to do anything about it. My heart was pounding, and I realized I was hyperventilating, and then – nothing.

o

When I woke up, I was nauseous and disoriented. My head hurt like a son-of-a-bitch and when I tried to get up, I found restraints on my wrists. They were loose enough that I could move around, but I couldn't get off the hard table I was laying on. Oh, and all my clothes were gone. Fuck!

Before I could start yelling my head off, someone leaned over me and stuck their tongue in my mouth. The kiss stole my breath and I struggled for air while they took their time exploring the inside of my mouth and sucking on the tip of my tongue. The headache was bad enough it made the edge of my vision all fuzzy and distorted. If I didn't know better, I would think they had drugged me. Maybe I didn't know better.

"You are very handsome," a man at my side said, "I hope you don't mind. We couldn't resist playing with you while you were out."

"What the fuck did you do to me?" I croaked, still groggy and disoriented.

"Nothing much yet, it will be much more fun with you awake," the man said, circling around to the other side of the table. "From your reaction to our play room, I assume you have been the guest of someone's playroom before."

"Sort of, but it wasn't much fun," I admitted, remembering the last time I had been restrained on a hard table by the militia. "Now let me go or I start yelling my head off."

"The party is loud enough no one will hear you right away," he reasoned. "Don't make me put in the gag. It makes it difficult to have a civilized conversation."

He was playing with my cock. Pulling on it, stroking it, touching it gently and then squeezing it hard. I certainly wasn't in the mood, but the variation of sensations was having its way with me.

"I don't get it. You couldn't have planned this. There is no way you could know that I am such a wuss that seeing your little torture toys would make me have a panic attack," I analyzed. "Why would you risk everyone getting pissed at you so soon?"

"Just luck that you are, as you say, such a wuss," he chuckled. "Your dad is not the only one who did their homework. We know he checked us out and discovered a lot of our little secrets, but not all of them. We saw your picture and we just knew we wanted you."

The hand moved from my privates to my butt. He moved me around enough that I could feel his thumb rubbing over my backdoor. I clenched as hard as I could, but I knew there was nothing I could do to keep him from being inside me once he decided to do it.

"Well, that's just creepy you know," I chastised. "You are going to have to let me go eventually or someone is going to come looking for me. Trust me, you won't like that. And, when I tell them about this there is going to be hell to pay."

He did something I didn't expect. He laughed. Shit!

"We are going to get to know each other really well," he assured me as his thumb slipped inside, "and you are not going to remember a thing about it."

My vision had cleared up enough that I could see that it was Jan who had his thumb up my ass. He had the tuxedo vest off and all that I could see was his big arms and chest. Christian was standing close by and Jan fondling him with the hand that wasn't up my ass.

The trouble with being raped is that some of it can feel good. I mean, I would have been fine with fooling around if they had bothered to ask. I wasn't cool with being restrained and I certainly did not want to be forced. But – the thumb stretching me out back there felt kinda good and the man doing it was undeniably hot. It made me squirm around on top of the thick digit massaging the inside of my colon.

Christian crawled up on the table and straddled my body on all fours, like a sexy cat. The loin cloth was gone so I could look down his very young and skinny body. I could reach high enough to run my fingers over the prominent ribs on either side of him. He leaned down and stuck his tongue in my mouth, copying what his father had done earlier. He tasted like peppermint and I sucked on his tongue like it was a hard candy. He laid down on top, and rubbed himself against me, until I could feel that we were both hard and excited.

Jan kept looking at us together like we were auditioning for a part in a new play. The part of the boy I could reach on top of me was addictive. The more I could reach, the more I wanted to touch. The ridges over his ribs, the tight little nub of his nipple down to his concave tummy. If I didn't feel like the morning after a drunken binge, I would be so into the boy rubbing up against me. I might not even mind the restraints, if they weren't complete strangers, and it had been my choice.

Satisfied with the view, Jan began rearranging us, moving the boy off to lay behind me. He kept my hips twisted to the side with his thumb still massaging my prostate. He only removed it once he had the boy lined up to replace it with his little dink. When I felt it go in, my first thought was, it feels about the same as the thumb did. He started moving it around, not really fucking me, just kind of trying to shove it in further. I cocked one leg up, so he had better access and the feeling of him inside of me went in a little further.

Again, Jan rearranged us like furniture he couldn't quite decide how to place. The boy ended up in front of me now, the back of his body tight against my side. Jan spread his butt cheeks and when I raised my head, I could see his little rosebud. His dad greased up the entrance like he was oiling a squeaky wheel. He applied the same gook to my cock and fit the two parts together. Without my hands free, I had to rely on Jan forcing us together to press the head of my cock through that tight sphincter. Once it got past the tight outer barrier, the grip was tight and hot. I waited, not moving, letting my cock pulse inside of the boy's body.

I wasn't the one who moved first. The boy drove himself down on top of my cock making me gasp. So hot, so tight in there. Without being able to get leverage with my hands, it was hard to get the right angle to fuck him. I kind of moved my hips to get on top of him more so I could fuck down into him. Before I could get a rhythm going, I felt hands on my hips from behind. And then there was a much bigger cock stretching me out. The big head trying to get past my entrance hurt a lot. Jan was one of those men with a cock whose base is wider than the head. The further he worked himself in, the more it stretched me out.

It was an odd sensation, the pain in my ass and the wonderful intense pleasurable feeling in my cock, at the same time. Jan reached around me and sandwiched the three of us together. There wasn't much fucking going on, more grinding our bodies together. The cock inside of me worked its way in until I could feel his balls against my ass. I did the same to the skinny boy pressed up against me. Jan was jacking the kid, and I could feel the cock inside me starting to convulse, the precursor to cumming. And then, his hot cum squirted up inside of me, triggering me to do the same to the boy. Before I could recover from my own orgasm, the boy's sphincter clamped down as his dad's hand got him off.

If you are going to be forced to have sex with strangers, it could be worse. But just when I was thinking to myself, this ain't so bad, I felt the warm cock in my ass replaced with a thick cold metal rod. The electrical shock that followed, made me cry out.

While I learned to breathe again, something like a virtual reality headset was put over my eyes and earphones blocked out the rest of my senses. Spinning shapes, strobing lights and a piercing audio sine wave drove my conscious mind down into a painful subconscious fugue state. I couldn't reach far enough with my hands to get them off of me and then someone was holding my arms down. I think I screamed, but there was no one there anymore – not even me. If a tree falls in a forest and no one hears it, does it make a sound? You better fucking believe it does! Otherwise, there is no hope.

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I made the rounds again looking for David, he had been AWOL [absent without official leave] for most of the party so far. A father is supposed to notice these things, although I am sure he would accuse me of being overly protective. Everyone seems to be having a good time and I was pleased with the mix.

Robert and Cindy were here. The community relied heavily on Robert's financial expertise and Cindy would soon make our own private school a reality. No more sending our youngest into the lion's den every day to be educated. Their son Kai was unequivocally my favorite, having spent so much time with JD and me during the construction phase. Interestingly enough, it seems that while Robert and Cindy enjoy heterosexual intercourse with each other, they also crave the attention of their adopted twin boys, Kai and Kaleb. To be specific, Robert likes to be plowed up the ass by one or both of the boys while Cindy watches.

Paul and Jaxon were together, engaging Anders in conversation. Since Paul's divorce and Luke going off to military school with Jason, the two seemed more like a couple than father and son. Undeniably the most beautiful men in the community, they also set the highest standard for kindness and integrity. We rely heavily on Paul for security and Jax is kind hearted and helpful to everyone. Since Mary requested asylum, Jax has made it a point to keep her company every day.

I was concerned that Elizabeth and Josh Smith would not even come to the party. Elizabeth tends to be a bit judgmental and Josh is blatantly homophobic. Still, there they are, conversing with Bjørn, the Larsen's fourteen-year-old, who is practically naked in that loin cloth getup. According to David, both Elizabeth and Josh are sharing their son Elijah on a regular basis. A more sensitive topic is Josh's intimate relationship with his step-daughter Hannah. She cries rape every chance she gets to anyone who will listen, but according to Elijah 'the lady doth protest too much'. Hannah must have decided not to come tonight, but then like most teenage girls, she is dismissive of most everyone and everything. Aaron and Gideon make up for any lack of personality on the part of their sister. Friendly with everyone, they are definitely the darlings of the entire community. The ex-Mormon family reminds us all that while our morals may be different, we still need to have some. They are a reminder of our collective conscience.

Of course, I researched Anders and Jan as much as Alex and Buster, the AI systems, were able to find. They are an asset and a risk simultaneously. Their tremendous business success and cultural sophistication will be a wonderful addition to our select community, but they come with a price. Anders is an accomplished chef, there is some discussion about opening a high-end French restaurant in the local area. Jan is the director and producer of most of the films their erotic film studio creates. Their studio library leans heavily to underage porn that would be illegal to own or sell in this country.

They have assured me everything they do is completely legal, but they walk a very fine line. Some films are only produced and stored on servers in countries that do not have laws preventing underage pornography. Over half the countries in the world have no restrictions on owning, viewing or selling pornography of any kind.

The men assure me there is a hot market for blond American children such as Christian and Bjørn. In fact, their sons are bigger porn stars in many countries than they are. Like the credits in major motion pictures that say 'no animals were harmed in the production of this movie', the Kinderen [Dutch for children] studio credits include 'no children were harmed in the production of this movie' on all of their underage films.

Even now as I watch Jan and Christian walk into the room with my son David, the limits of my neutrality are tested. Are all children in films exploited? Should we treat child porn stars different from any other child actor? Have I endangered the community and everyone in it by allowing Jan and Anders to stay? If they are not welcome here, then where?

Fortunately, my thoughts were interrupted by the door boy entering to make an announcement.

"Sir, the police are here."

"Oh, well have them come in," Jan instructed cheerfully.

I went with Jan to meet the police in the foyer. Bobby's dad was the local sheriff and he had a hard on about the community in general and me in particular. I was not happy that he had found a way to get inside the gate.

Two young policemen came in with two very young boys in handcuffs herded along in front of them.

"Sir, we found these two lurking around outside, peeking in the windows," the dark-haired policemen offered, pushing his captive forward. "We thought you would want to decide how they should be punished."

"Absolutely officers," Jan said appreciatively, "why don't you come in and help us teach them a lesson."

The group moved into the great room where the two captives were made to kneel on the floor, their hands handcuffed behind their back. Each of the policeman who looked to be college age, took a night stick out of their belts and began rubbing it over the front and back of their prisoners.

By then I had figured out these were not real policemen and my blood pressure returned to normal. Apparently, there was going to be entertainment tonight, and from the look of it, it would be just as borderline illegal as the entertainment they created for a living.

Music started up and the strippers began to dance and gyrate while continuing to touch their boy captives in intimate ways with their nightsticks. The show had everyone's attention and I watched the room to see what their reactions would be. Anders was scanning the room as well and I saw him move over to engage Elizabeth in conversation, and eventually they moved off into the kitchen together. Good hosts can always gauge the temperament of the room, and there was no doubt in my mind that these guys were expert hosts. I thought Josh might choose to leave with such an open display of gay entertainment, but he was talking to JD and showed no signs of concern. Even Mary was looking at the handsome faux policemen with interest, knowing it was all in good fun.

Executing some kind of stripper magic, the two older strippers ripped the shirts off of their young captives in spite of the handcuffs. The dark-haired stripper and his boy could have been brothers. They both had the same hair color and general body type. The boy kneeling shirtless was dark complected with big dark flat areolas like tattoos on his chest. The other pair, on the other side of the fireplace, were pale skinned with light brown hair. The older pale faced stripper spent his time in the gym and his boy companion was skinny, without an ounce of fat on him.

The dark-haired stripper beckoned to Jax and when he approached, guided his hand to make it appear that he ripped off his shirt. With practiced moves, he created the illusion again with his pants so that he was left dancing in just a G-string. The brown-haired pale faced guy sought out audience participation and JD was more than willing to help. After creating the illusion of ripping off the shirt and pants, JD stayed to massage the front of the G-string until the guy's excited member was peeking out over the top of the skimpy covering.

It seems the dark-haired stripper found a favorite in our handsome Jax, and he held eye contact with him as he knelt down behind his captive boy. Reaching around the boy, he made a show of unfastening his pants and pulling them down as far as possible while still kneeling. I suspected our boy captives looked young for their age and the little boy briefs with duckies on them helped to perpetuate that idea. It was highly unlikely, however, that they were the age of consent. They looked to be eleven or twelve.

I didn't know what Miss Manners would have to say about sex with performers hired to entertain at a private party. Generally, the rules at a club with strippers is 'look but don't touch'. The law in this part of the country says sex with anyone under sixteen is illegal. Since we violate that law all the time, it is hard for me to get too sanctimonious over the age of the hired help.

Normally, David would be all over the chance to play with someone new, but tonight he was just sitting in the background, not even paying attention to the show. Trying not to be too obvious about it, I drifted over to where he was sitting.

"Is the entertainment not up to your standards?" I teased my son.

"Hmm, the guys are nice enough," he countered without his usual smart remark. "Guess I am just not in the mood."

"Are you not feeling well?" I questioned.

"Actually, I have a headache," he responded, rubbing his temples. "I think I will just go home early and see if I can get rid of it."

"This is unlike you, should I come with?"

"No, no, stay and enjoy the party. I'm fine, really, it's just a headache."

I watched him thread his way through the crowd. What a shame, I know how much he was looking forward to the party and getting to know the Larsens. I guess there will be other times.

Paul had joined Jax in chatting up the dark-haired stripper. Both of them had managed to lose their shirts. If this were a gay night club, I would suspect that Jax was picking up the stripper to take home for he and his father to share. While paying attention to the two hunks, the stripper was still doing his duty and continuing the performance. Pulling down the little boy briefs, he was at least pretending to play with the boy's butt. The boy had his eyes closed and was moaning and groaning the way they must teach them to do it in porn school.

Aaron and Gideon, who had been flitting around the room, came and knelt down on each side of the boy who sounded like he had a stomach ache. Aaron and the boy in handcuffs looked to be about the same age.

"Hi, I'm Aaron and this is my brother Gideon. Why are you in handcuffs, did you do something bad?" Aaron plied, not waiting for the answer. "Do you like someone playing with your butt? I like the duckies on your underwear."

Behind the younger boys, the stripper and his new entourage were greasing up the night stick and seemed to be discussing what they wanted to do with it. When the stripper attempted to insert it into the boy, the moaning and groaning turned into a yowl that sounded like a scalded cat. Falling forward from the pressure being applied to his ass, the boy caught himself with his head against the carpet. With his hands restrained behind his back, he wasn't able to keep from carpet burning one side of his face.

"Oh, that looks like it hurts? Is this part of your act? Do you usually get a big stick like that up your butt? Look Giddy, that stick is a lot bigger than the training rod David gave us. I don't think I would want that up my butt, would you?"

Hardly paying attention to the boy in front of him with his ass up in the air, the stripper shoved the night stick in a couple of more inches. A fresh set of howls were partially muffled by the carpet.

"Hmm, did you like that? Could you take that whole thing up your butt?" the loquacious little boy questioned, his eyes getting big as he examined up close where the boy's ass muscle gripped the stick.

The boy shook his head as he continued to wail into the carpet. Gideon's attention span is about that of a gnat, and so the energetic overgrown toddler whipped off his shirt and pants in solidarity with the boy strippers and began running around the room in his little boy briefs. Running into adults now and again, they reached out to pat him on the head or pick him up and cuddle him for a few minutes before he squirmed to get down again.

Paul and Jax had the dark-haired stripper sandwiched between them and were rubbing up against him as he did his stripper pole gyrations, minus the stripper pole. The night stick hung out of the boy's ass like a long hard tail. The older Larsen boy, Bjørn, came over to check out what all the wailing was about. Picking up the end of the abandoned night stick, he carelessly twisted it in his hands so that it spun in the boy's ass like a drill. The move elicited more noise until the spinning stopped.

Aaron chuckled, "That must feel weird, huh. Do it again."

The anorexic boy, twirled the stick again, grinning when he got the audio response he wanted from his captive.

"You're the new boy, aren't you? Why are you wearing a loin cloth? Aren't you cold? Your house is really cool. Where is your room?" Aaron prattled on. "Do you like things up your butt?"

"No, I like putting things up other boy's butts," he replied, shoving the stick in more until the boy screamed for him. "Why don't you come downstairs with me and we can play with your butt," Bjørn smiled slyly.

"I don't know, I have only done that once and it kind of hurt," Aaron said thoughtfully.

"Well, at least take off your clothes and you can help me play with this boy. I don't have to take mine off," Bjørn said, flipping up the loin cloth and showing Aaron his penis. "See."

Aaron was suitably impressed with the older boy's attitude and complied with his request to lose some clothes. Attired in just his underwear, Aaron waited for the older boy to suggest their next move.

"Let's turn him over and then I will show you how to make him scream some more?" Bjørn suggested.

The two boys worked together to extract the nightstick and roll the boy over so that he was laying on his arms still restrained behind his back. It made him arch his back, pushing out his pelvis, putting his dark cock and balls on display. Grabbing his legs, Bjørn pushed his knees up until they rested on the floor on either side of his head. Smacking the boy's butt, he gestured to Aaron.

"Get the night stick, ram it in there and make him scream," he instructed as he held the boy in place.

Aaron took up the stick and placed it against the boy's exposed hole. When he hesitated, Bjørn reached over and shoved it in. The boy's screams were louder now that his face was not buried in the carpet.

"That's it, fuck him hard," Bjørn encouraged, "keep him screaming."

Aaron did as he was told, shoving the stick in and out of the boy's little ass as fast as he could.

"Yeah, that's it," Bjørn yelled enthusiastically. "Take that boy. Keep fucking him."

Bjørn let go of the boy's legs and grabbed his crotch, yanking on his most sensitive body parts while punching him in the stomach. The boy tried to protect himself, but without being able to use his hands the best he could do was clenching his legs together and curling up into a ball.

Punching him in the ribs Bjørn yelled at him, "Open your legs fucker or I am going to really hurt you bad."

Prying his legs apart, he started punching the defenseless boy all over his body including that most sensitive area between his legs. The noise was attracting attention from the adults now, although no one quite knew what to do, since the perpetrator was the host's son.

Anders rushed into the room, trying to get Bjørn's attention.

"Bjørn! Bjørn, stop it right now," Anders said sternly, grabbing his son around his chest and pulling him away from the boy.

Aaron dropped the night stick and backed away, realizing they were in trouble. Anders held his son against his body while talking sternly in his ear. Retrieving the keys to the cuffs from the stripper, Anders rolled over the injured boy and released him while making sure Bjørn stayed put.

"I'm sorry about this. Are you all right? You can lie down for a while if you want," Anders said, helping the boy up.

The boy shook his head, holding his stomach. The anger showed on Anders's face as he grabbed Bjørn's arm and snapped the handcuffs on his wrist. The boy attempted to jerk away, but Anders was too fast for him as well as out weighing him by a lot. Before he had much of a chance to protest, his arms were restrained behind his back. Anders pushed him down on his knees and held him down whispering fiercely in his ear. The look on Bjørn's face was scary on a boy so young.

Anders led the injured boy away to lie down in one of the bedrooms, leaving Bjørn seething with rage, in his place. Appraising the boy for the first time, I could see why he was a porn star. Even with the angry look on his face, he exuded a sexuality about him that made you want to touch him all over.

While the drama in the front of the great room took place, the party had been going on everywhere else. Neighbors chatted, ate the delicious food and listened to music. Robert and Cindy were getting ready to go since Robert had an early flight. Mary and Elizabeth were saying their goodbye's as well, taking Aaron and Gideon with them. Planned or not, what was left of the party was turning into boy's night out.

When Jan and Anders returned from seeing their guests out, the vests were gone. Seeing the shirtless Nordic blonds, I was reminded that we were of an age. I placated my ego by reminding myself that looking good was part of their business. Gathering together everyone remaining in the house, we were invited downstairs to the playroom.

Chapter Eighteen
The Larsens after party

The lower, partially subterranean level, was lighted like a night club. Low level soft lighting made everyone and everything look sexier. This fireplace was gas, with a long modern fixture that looked like a wall of flame. There were overstuffed chairs and a couple of fainting couches to recline on scattered around in front of the fireplace. Around the edges of the big space there was enough work out equipment to furnish a small gym.

The back playroom had subtle red neon up lighting all around the circumference, creating a separate dungeon like space. The only other light was the mesmerizing glass water wall with the natural mountain rock showing through it. It was made to impress and intimidate all at the same time.

There were four younger boys and Jax left with the five men and two strippers. Frosty cold ale was available on tap from a bar in the corner of the room. Everyone was allowed a mug, even the boys, which made them feel like 'one of the guys' rather than being treated like little kids.

The boys were unconsciously herded into the center of the room with the adults sitting or standing around them. It gave the impression they were being appraised like a prize steer at auction. I guess maybe they were.

Bjørn was the tallest of the younger kids, his long legs and arms mismatched to his skinny body, giving him a young unfinished look. He still had his arms handcuffed behind him and he still had that angry sullen look on his face. His father reached in and unfastened the loin cloth, giving us the first look at the more intimate parts of his body. He was hung pretty good for a boy his age, but the most fascinating part of his body was the bone structure so close under the skin. Even his chest showed ribs just under the surface. His penis and balls were more pronounced, with no body fat behind them. Christian unfastened his own loin cloth to display a smaller version of his older brother. The combination was more appealing because of the infectious smile on his face and pleasant demeanor.

Elijah watched everyone around him and then slipped off his shirt. I knew Elijah was a shy exhibitionist, if there is such a thing. He liked to be watched, but wasn't flamboyant about it. He was also the most mature of the group. Showing some nice chest development and a little pubic hair, the boy was really growing into his body and learning that he was handsome and sexy. When he dropped the pants, everyone could see he was riding commando tonight. He was also the first boy in the group to sport a woody.

The fair-haired boy entertainer remained in handcuffs, wearing some kind of thong. His counterpart, the dark-haired boy, was still recovering somewhere. JD got rid of the thong in one quick yank, along with his own pants. Grabbing the boy by the arm, he pulled him off to one of the chaise lounges, along with the fair-haired stripper.

Anders herded Bjørn off into the playroom, the two of them still glaring at each other. Josh followed along behind. I was curious enough about what the typically homophobic guy would do in a gay BDSM dungeon, that I found a spot where I could keep an eye on them and the main room at the same time.

Anders transferred Bjørn's restraints from handcuffs to face down on a rack, his arms and legs spread. The boy struggled, showing how unhappy he was by jerking on the restraints and moving his head from side to side. Anders put a round rubber roller, shaped like a huge tampon, under his hips forcing his cock down between his legs and his butt up in the air. He looked at Josh appreciatively, and back at the tight little butt of his son on display. Josh slowly and purposely undressed. He might be homophobic about another guy touching him, but he liked to fuck tight boy ass.

Watching the athletic younger man, Anders uncovered a decorative stone pot containing lubricant. I had noticed those stone pots all over the house. Now I knew they were not just decoration. Josh worked up his erection, while he watched Bjørn struggle. As soon as Anders was confident his errant son was going to get fucked up the ass for sure, he left Josh to it.

Aroused myself by the potential matchup of straight man and boy, I couldn't tear myself away, as Josh climbed up on the rack between the stick thin legs and bucking ass of the tween boy restrained in front of him. He wasted no time penetrating the boy and sliding himself inside. He did pause to let the muscle gripping his cock so tight, some time to adjust. Bjørn never yelled out or even groaned, but he didn't stop struggling either. Josh started out slow and deep, enjoying the tight warmth of the boy's skinny muscular ass.

I was startled by Elijah suddenly standing next to me, watching his step-father fuck another boy. Putting my arm around him, I wondered if he was jealous. I rubbed his narrow shoulders and let my hand trail down his bare back to his waist. Elijah and David were of an age and I could not help but compare the two. Anders joined us, glancing over to watch Josh fuck his son. He rubbed Elijah's chest, fingering a nipple. Nodding to me, he replaced my arm around Elijah's shoulders and guided him closer to where his father was engrossed in the euphoric sensations coming from his connection to the young boy spreadeagle under him.

Anders guided Elijah past where his father was joined to his son and stopped in front of a sling. It must be a rule that every gay man's playroom has to have a sling. The leather swing hung from the ceiling on chains and Anders boosted Elijah up into it. The boy looked small and fragile laying back in the contraption with his ankles chained high and wide so that his butt was open to the room. Josh stopped fucking, keeping his cock buried in Bjørn, but no longer moving as he watched his step-son get restrained.

Teasing both the boy and his father, Anders played with Elijah's sphincter, making it contract and expand while positioning him so that Josh could watch. I tried to imagine what Josh was thinking right now. Was watching his son's asshole being teased turning him on? Anders was obviously skilled at ass play, as he lubricated and teased the boy's hole with his fingers. Elijah squirmed and moaned, causing the sling to rock back and forth as the fingers forced their way inside of him.

Josh plunged deep and then slowly pulled himself all the way out. Penetrating the boy again, he repeated the routine over and over. I got the impression he was pacing himself, while watching Elijah being molested by an almost stranger.

Perfectly aware that others were still watching, Anders lubed a ribbed vibrator and ran it down between his captive's butt cheeks until he held it against his sensitive anus. Without penetration, Anders massaged the sensitive opening while stroking Elijah's already hard cock. Josh liked to fuck his son, but he wasn't heteroflexible enough to pleasure him. Elijah had never experienced someone stroking his cock while stimulating his ass, and it was driving him crazy.

Plunging the vibrator deep into his ass, Elijah's arms and legs spasmed as he spewed cum over Ander's fist. His body jerked over and over as he continued to orgasm even after all the cum in his balls was released. Anders pulled the vibrator out of his body, but never let go of his cock, teasing the head so that it never quite went down. In a few minutes, the cock began to harden again. Oh, the joy of being young. Anders turned up the power on the vibrator and began fucking his ass with it. Elijah's body shook, the sensations borderline between pleasure and pain as he was stimulated and milked towards another orgasm.

While I had been captivated by the show in the playroom, the boys in the great room had been busy. Jax was naked, on his knees in front of the fireplace, with the dark-haired stripper deep in his ass. Paul was still playing with the stripper boy's chest, but it looked like he planned on a conga line, preparing to mount the boy from behind.

JD had the young fair-haired boy captive straddling the end of the chaise lounge, while he and the fair-haired stripper dude were trying to work both their cocks into him. JD alone was an ass full, I didn't think they were going to succeed in both mounting him at the same time.

That left Christian the odd boy out. Jan was watching the others from the shadows, but when he saw me alone, he came over.

"Christian, this is David's father," Jan said beckoning to his youngest son. "I'm sorry David had to leave early; he is a very impressive young man."

"Thank you," I murmured watching Christian now that he was right in front of me. "He said he was not feeling well."

"Christian, why don't you service David's father and make sure he is having a good time."

I wasn't sure what that meant until Christian fumbled with my zipper and reached inside to grip my cock. From the way Jan said it, and the way his son responded, it made me think this wasn't the first time he had instructed his son to entertain the guests. It didn't make me refuse the offer.

Just like his, my cock was already partially hard from watching the show all around us. His fingers on me did the trick to bring me the rest of the way. He bent down and wrapped his lips around it and I could feel his tongue licking at the head. It made me gulp and take a wider stance. Jan ignored the hard pole sticking out of my pants that his son was sucking on and continued our conversation.

"I am hoping, someday soon, you would consider a son swap," he suggested. "Maybe a two for one, our boys could spend the weekend with you and David could stay with us."

"An interesting suggestion," I wheezed, short of breath from what Christian was doing down there. "I will ask David what he thinks about it."

Christian had unfastened my pants so that he could get to more of my cock. As my pants fell down around my ankles, he knelt down and began licking my balls.

"I hope everyone had a good time tonight," Jan continued, patting his son's head. "We wanted to provide something unique for entertainment. Do you think the strippers were too much?"

Christian made me step out of my shoes and kick aside the pants before I tripped on them. Jan pulled up on my knit shirt and I gave it up to him. When he shimmied out of the tight leather pants, we were all finally naked. As a rule, adult men aren't my thing, but somehow Jan ended up hugging me against his body while I felt Christian's tongue licking against my asshole. Fortunately, I had showered thoroughly just before the party. I had never received a rim job in public before and the feel of the tongue probing me was crazy erotic.

"The strippers were a complete surprise," I gasped between licks, "you had me going at first with the policemen routine."

"I'm sorry, I never gave it a thought," Jan apologized. "I know the trouble you have had with the police in the past. I should have known better."

Christian had his tongue inside of me enough that he was exercising my sphincter muscle with each thrust of his tongue. If he kept it up, I was going to cum all over Jan's leg.

"Come, let's continue this in more comfort," Jan said leading us over to the remaining chaise lounge. "I admit to you, it turns me on to think at least some of what we are doing is new to you. In some ways, you are a virgin. Please, get comfortable."

I lay down on the chaise lounge propped up at one end. Jan positioned my legs so that my knees were up and spread wide. He pulled Christian down to lay on his stomach between my legs. He crawled up enough that he could lick the bottom of my balls and work his way lower. I couldn't help myself, I slid down enough that he could get his tongue in my ass again.

Jan positioned himself on his arms over his son and took my cock in his mouth. He sucked on it hard, stroking it with his lips. Both of them at once was almost too much to keep track of. I let myself relax into it, figuring this could be a once in a lifetime experience.

Just before Jan made me cum, he stopped. Everything tingled, my cock and ass both pulsed, already missing their tongues. Jan straddled the chaise and pulled Christian up so that he was sitting in front of him. He caressed his son's body, running his hand down over his chest until he was playing with his cock and balls in front of me.

"Let's try something different," he said mysteriously. "Sometimes, the little things are nice."

I had no idea what he was talking about and the way I felt right now, I wasn't sure I cared. He retrieved some lube from somewhere and started to lube up his son's cock and balls. I figured he was going to get his son off while I watched. After he had the little cock slicked up and hard, he pushed him forward, pulling my legs over the top of theirs. Christian was now sitting up tight against me with my knees on either side of him. As he inched forward, I felt the tip of his slippery cock touch me.

Jan seemed to be watching me to see if I was going to object. Having the little guy in my ass seemed like a real good idea just then. I learned a long time ago that anal stimulation from a boy's pubescent equipment could be just the right amount of penetration. Not too big and not too small, but just right. I helped him come closer by pulling his legs up on either side of me until Jan could guide his hard little cock inside of me. Once he penetrated my sphincter, my ass gripped his cock and I heard him hold his breath. Reaching out, I pulled him as close as I could, shoving his cock a little further inside of me.

"Hmm, that's hot," Jan said enthusiastically as I squirmed over the top of the little boy's member. "I'm going to put my finger in him while he is inside your ass."

Christian whimpered as his father slid a finger inside of him and I pulled him tighter against me moving his cock around inside of me. I could feel him in there but I wanted more of him. Each time his father probed him with his finger, the boy squirmed against me, giving me shivers. The combination of my grip on his cock and his father's probing pushed the little guy over the edge and he spasmed between the two of us.

As soon as the boy relaxed from the involuntary spasms, his father pulled him back against him, his knees up against his chest, presenting his ass to me.

"C'mon, fuck his tight little ass." Jan instructed.

I looked at the cute blond boy, his head resting on his father's chest, and thought this should be every man's dream opportunity. The skinny arms and legs spread wide, the little soft penis and balls between his legs, the tight dark ring of his anus exposed. All I had to do was move forward and his father would willingly help me get inside of his son. It was like a porn scene. Action – fuck – cut. That's a wrap.

It was a weird eureka moment, to discover that I wanted more than just a good fuck. Taking him now, like this, would be no different than a one-night stand from Grinder. It was all the little moments before the intimacy that made it so special. Watching movies, taking a bath, having a long conversation about something silly. I missed my boys Liam, Luke and Kai. Of course, I still had David and JD, and right then I wanted to go home and be with them.

"I think I would like to take a rain check," I said calmly, untangling myself from the human mashup on the lounge. "I look forward to getting to know Christian better in the future."

Christian looked at me as though I had finally done something interesting. He crawled away from his father and gave me a hug. I rubbed my hands down his bony body and hugged him back. He really was a sweet boy. I left them mystified, and went in search of my clothes. By the time I was appropriately attired again, JD joined me and we went up the stairs together.

We thanked our hosts in the foyer, like good guests should, and promised to get together again soon.

Chapter Nineteen
Obsession / Compulsion

The next couple of weeks we were all busy with the new school opening. Each student was provided a full-sized laptop and a tablet. The laptop was for classroom work and the tablet was for most everything else. There was great debate about which operating systems were best for the students to learn. We settled on Linux for the laptops and Android for the tablets. Both choices were made because they are open source, and the students would be able to tinker to the full extent of their abilities without worrying about licensing violations.

The office area over the garage was turned into a high-tech classroom. One set of wall screens in front of the students and another set behind. The wall screens behind the students will mirror the student laptop screens so the teacher can monitor their progress without having to walk around behind them or view just one screen at a time. The screens in front of the class are for the teacher to use for classroom presentations.

David and I had met with Josh several times to test equipment and to help get him comfortable with the innovative new curriculum. According to Cindy, our education expert, this school would be one of the first to rely heavily on AI based self-education.

"Alex, where is David?" I queried the AI system after hunting through the house.

"David is visiting the Larsen's residence."

"Again?" I grumbled. "He has been going there practically every day after work since the party."

"Would you like me to call him," Alex asked, attempting to be helpful.

"No, thank you Alex," I responded closing down the conversation.

"What's wrong?" asked JD, passing by on his way to the kitchen for an after-work beer.

"Nothing I guess," I mumbled. "It is just that David has been spending a lot of time at the Larsen's lately. It is like he is obsessed with them."

"Want a beer?" JD offered. "Let's see. Two hunky daddies with two hot fuckable boys, what's not to like?"

"Not helping," I complained. "I will take a stout."

"Is this jealousy I hear?" JD teased.

"God, I hope not. I don't want to be one of those parents that need to know everything their kid is doing."

"If you are just missing some fuck time, I would be happy to take up the slack," JD offered, waggling his eyebrows seductively.

"Gee, thanks," I replied sarcastically, "that is really taking one for the team."

"I'm sure he is just infatuated with the new guys. If you are curious, why don't you have Alex see what they are doing?"

"Can't view inhouse cameras without permission from the home owner," I explained. "Had to setup strict privacy rules, so no one would feel like they are being spied on."

"I thought you could override if there is an emergency."

"Yeah, but Alex tells them who is listening in. That could be embarrassing," I mimicked a phone call. "Hmm, sorry to intrude, but I just wanted to know what the hell you are doing with my son. Bye bye."

"Okay, so you want me to find out what they are doing?" JD asked, taking another slurp of his beer. "I wouldn't mind spying on them. Really, it would be no problem."

"No, I can't condone spying on our own families," I conceded. "You are probably right. He is just infatuated with the two gorgeous adult blond porn stars with the cool Ducatis and a cool new house along with the two child porn stars for sons. I mean, how do you compete with that?"

"Poor baby," JD joked. "Come to JD and let him kiss it and make it better."

"Fuck you."

"Okay, that work's too."

o

Finally, the lawyer called; the judge had signed off on the papers to allow me temporary custody of Liam. My precocious little boy was coming home. We had been working with social services, the foster parents and the court for almost a year. Nothing had worked until Liam went on a hunger strike and refused to eat until he could come home to me.

I wasn't totally convinced Liam's health was the only deciding factor. Robert Brooks had used his considerable connections and the 'Chicago handshake' (slang for money changing hands). I didn't care how it happened, just that he was coming home. The poor little guy had been through enough. After losing his virginity during his stay in a Chicago sex ring, he had been sodomized on a bed post during the militia attack. It was time for Liam to have a permanent home with people who love him. I couldn't wait to tell David the good news.

Of course, he wasn't here, again. He was at the Larsens. I refused to confront him about it, assuming he would think I was just being a jealous father. The problem is, I'm not so sure I'm not just a jealous father.

o

JD was making a show of relaxing in the great room. It was unusual for the mountain boy to just hang around at night. The guy had a much busier social calendar than I would ever have. He often received dinner with benefits invitations from different families. Some weeks I barely saw him at all.

"Slumming it tonight?" I teased.

"Uh huh," he responded cryptically.

JD seldom wore a shirt and tonight was no exception. He wasn't a handsome kid, but he had a charisma about him that made him sexy and irresistible. I enjoyed spending time with him, particularly now that David had made himself scarce.

"How about I make us a Sambuca?" I suggested, trying to tempt him to try one of my after-dinner drinks. JD was more of a beer guy, but it didn't hurt to try.

"Sure," he agreed, surprise-surprise.

I gave him my suspicious raised eyebrow look and then went to make us a couple of expressos with a shot of Sambuca [an Italian liqueur] in it. On my way back to the great room with the drinks, I noticed a DVD on the kitchen island counter. Any movies we purchase are converted to mp4 files and uploaded to Alex to manage. I seldom see DVD's lying about.

When I picked it up, it was obviously porn. Curious, I stared at the professionally printed cover. There was a handsome young naked guy in a ski-mask. His cock was hard, as you would expect it to be, and he was straddling a young naked blond boy. He had a fist full of curly hair and was pulling his head back. The face displayed to the camera was contorted with pain and he seemed to be crying. JD had come up behind me without my noticing.

"Anything looks familiar?" he questioned mysteriously.

There was something about the boy. He was way too young to be in a porno. Where had this come from? It was illegal to even have this DVD in the house. Of course, I had my own library of questionable movies that Alex had explicit instructions to destroy if we were ever raided. I would never have an underage porno on DVD in the house.

"Where did this come from?" I asked JD, turning over the DVD case to read the back.

"Good looking models, don't you think?" JD taunted.

"Kinderen," I read off the back of the DVD. "This is one of Jan Larsen's movies. What is it doing here?"

"You sure you haven't been hitting the Sambuca already?" JD queried. "You seem kind of slow tonight."

"What the fuck? That's David and Christian," I gasped, feeling rather stupid that I had not recognized my own son's body sooner. "Shit, I'm trying to stop cursing so much. Damn it!"

"And y'all are doing a bang-up job of it," JD commented.

Why hadn't David told me he was making porn with the Larsens? Being featured in underage porn would eliminate several potential career paths. We should have at least discussed it. I wasn't sure I wanted to see my own son in a porno. Awkward much?

As though he had read my mind JD said, "You should watch it."

"Have you watched it?"

"Enough to know you should watch it," JD answered cryptically.

"We don't even have a DVD player in the house," I argued, postponing the decision.

"I had Alex help me make a copy from the DVD player in the control room," JD confided, gathering up the expressos and moving into the great room.

I had one entire wall of the great room converted into a view screen so we could all see during movie night. Movie night was a regularly scheduled get-together with the other families and sometimes we got quite a big crowd. Now it was just me and JD, but this meant the porno would be almost life sized. We sat side by side on recliners in front of the big screen and JD called up the movie.

The movie began, like most professional porn movies, with credits and quick previews of the various scenes. I didn't recognize any of the names, so at least they were using stage names. The previews didn't show enough to tell where the movie was shot. The Larsens had promised me, since their movies were somewhat controversial, they didn't shoot movies at their home. Had they violated that rule, or had they taken David somewhere at night without my knowledge?

The first scene was of a small boy playing with his toys. I knew it was Christian from his curly blond hair, but the clothes he wore made him look much younger than I knew him to be. The tank top and shorts displayed his incredibly skinny legs. If I didn't know him to be twelve, I would guess him to be nine or ten. On camera his skin was pale, soft and smooth, the way only handsome young children look.

In the scene, his father comes into the room and tells him he must go to the store. He won't be gone long and asks him to be a good boy while he is gone. I could tell the father was Jan, but you didn't see his face on camera, only the impression that his father was a big man.

The boy responds to his father and then goes back to playing with his toys. The camera showed very little of the room, as though the play area was highlighted and the rest in shadow. Christian is subtly seductive as he plays. The tank top is tight, showing his nipples and ribs through the thin cloth. The shorts are loose, letting the viewer see glimpses up the pant leg all the way to his crotch.

I remembered how the little boy looked naked, how his skin felt, even what he tasted like. Somehow onscreen, he was even sexier, and I couldn't help feeling aroused even though he was still fully dressed.

A shadow is seen on the wall behind the boy. The shadow creeps up like a good slasher flick. It makes you want to yell, watch-out-behind-you to the boy. And then the shadow pounces and you see a naked man with a ski-mask on, grab the boy and twist his arm behind his back. Christian struggles realistically, clawing at the man with one hand while simultaneously trying to crawl away on his knees.

David yanks the arm cruelly and brandishes a knife against Christian's neck. As he struggles, the knife nicks him, causing a little trickle of blood to course down his pale skin. He screams, but is unable to move with the knife in place. David holds the boy in front of him, the sharp edge of the knife dragged down his neck and over his chest. Pausing at his nipple, the knife teases it, threatening to slice through the cloth. Christian is breathing heavily, his thin chest rising and falling as the knife kneads the nipple just threads away from the sharp edge.

In a quick slash, David cuts the tank top strap, making Christian yelp. The strap falls down exposing one side of his chest. The knife returns to the hard nub, the sharp edge just a slight pressure away from slicing the skin.

"The knife isn't fake, is it?" I asked JD, without looking at him.

"Nope."

"David has never been much of an actor," I commented to myself, "he can't even lie with a straight face. They aren't acting, are they?"

"Uh-uh."

I looked over at JD then. He was slouched in his chair, but his body was ridged, his legs spread. He was getting off on the scene, and they weren't even showing much skin yet. His father had amused himself cutting on him. He carried the thin white scars all over his body. It seems JD may have inherited more of his father's cravings than I knew. It made me wonder how much he had to control his urges around us.

On the screen, David leaned over and licked up the blood from Christian's neck. Pulling on the arm behind his back, David elicited more pain noises from Christian and he bent forward trying to relieve the pressure on the arm pulled up behind his back. David used the new position to leisurely cut the remaining tank top strap and slice through the back of the shirt until it hung loosely. Gripping a hand full of hair, he pulled Christian's head back letting the camera see the pain on his face as well as the first view of David's physique. I recognized the DVD cover pose.

Wrestling Christian down on his back, David straddled his upper legs, the knife held against his ribs.

"Please, please let me go." Christian begs, tears in his eyes. If it is an act, it is award winning.

"I will, but you have to do everything I tell you to do first," David says in a low calm voice. "If you fight me or try to run, I will cut you."

And then he did; a small shallow cut along his rib. Christian cried out and the look of fear that crossed his face was impossible to fake. Christian was afraid of David.

All of this was so uncharacteristic of David that I kept looking for signs of him being drugged or coerced by someone off screen. From all appearances, David was doing this of his own free will. In truth, he seemed to be enjoying himself.

I know that I am prejudiced, but seeing David's body always makes me horny as hell. He has been working out a lot lately and it showed. The camera was kind to him, the light and angles showing him at his best. Even without being able to see his dark hair and facial features, the body was striking and memorable. Christian's bare upper body was tight with tension, the muscles in his thin arms and legs taut. The tiny nips were just a preview of the boy body still hidden under the baggy shorts.

"Get up and take off your clothes," David instructed, moving off of Christian enough to let him move out from under him.

Even now that he was physically free, Christian was completely under David's control. Brandishing the knife close to his body, David kept the boy in a heightened state of fear. David and the camera watched with anticipation as Christian, of his own volition, removed his clothes.

Standing with his hands over his privates, the camera panned his body from head to toe. Moving around behind, it showed Christian's tight little butt. Still on his knees, David used the point of the knife to nudge aside the hands at Christian's groin and then to lift the little penis with the edge of his blade.

Christian held his breath, as the blade slid along his member, lifting it out away from his body. He held his hands out as though he wanted to grab himself, but didn't dare.

"Get it hard," David commanded, as he moved the knife lower to slide under his balls.

Christian tried to do what David demanded, pulling on himself with one hand, but the fear of the knife touching him kept him small and limp. After waiting impatiently, David knocked his hands aside and grabbed the little penis, massaging it in his fist until it started to get hard.

"Suck me," David said, still managing to fist the kid's privates while he moved to comply with his demand.

On his hands and knees, Christian took David into his mouth, a closeup showing him using his tongue on the sensitive head. David slapped him, grabbed his hair and fucked his mouth savagely. His head thrown back, he raped Christian's throat with long hard strokes.

Glancing over, JD was gripping himself through his pants, trying to ease the need to jack his own hard cock.

"What is it about this that turns you on?" I asked the horny mountain boy. "Is it the naked bodies, the fear or the knife?"

"Yes," JD hissed, giving up on the illusion that he was not turned on.

With his cock hard from fucking Christian's throat, David reversed the boy in front of him on his hands and knees and sunk his cock into his ass. Slapping his butt cheeks repeatedly, he rode the boy, fucking down into him deep and hard. Christian kept up a continuous loud groaning as his ass was pounded by the bigger boy.

As quick as he started, David pulled out and flipped Christian over on his back. Grabbing his feet, he pushed his legs up over his head and plunged himself back into the gaping hole.

"Squeeze my cock boy," David instructed, holding himself still inside of Christian's little butt.

The camera zoomed in to show the tight fit of David's cock half way inside of Christian. His penis no longer hard, Christian was just a little boy again with a hard cock shoved inside of him. The strain of trying to control his sphincter, showed on his face.

David leaned over and kissed him, shoving his tongue in his mouth before fucking him hard again. After a dozen thrusts or so, David pulled out and spewed cum over Christian's stomach. After a closeup of the copious amounts of cum, the scene cut to David stroking Christian's hard little cock until he added to the sticky mess on his body.

o

The next scene begins with the father walking in and catching David with his son. The father, Jan, grabs David and rips off the ski mask. David is highlighted as the handsome perpetrator as he is held naked against Jan and then slammed face first into the wall. Holding him in place, Jan quickly sheds his clothes and forces himself into David while he squirms against the wall.

It felt uncomfortable to watch my son skewered forcibly by another man's cock. I knew in my head that David was no virgin, so why did it bother me to see him fucked on camera? As a rule, I liked watching fuck scenes. There is something about seeing anyone, man, woman or child, getting penetrated that turns me on. JD was certainly enjoying the film. He kept adjusting himself, trying to appease the hard cock in his pants begging for release. I couldn't put my finger on it, but there was just something about this that felt wrong.

Moving into another position, David is fucked with one foot up on a chair, his body exposed to the camera. I must admit, they make a handsome couple. David, with his dark features, matched with Jan's blond hair and muscular tanned body, make for a porno dream team. After a long fuck scene with Jan fondling David's body while he has his sizable cock up his ass, the Nordic blond cums partially inside of him and the rest on his butt.

o

In the next scene, David is restrained on his back, naked, on a rack. He is struggling against the restraints. His arms and legs are pulled tight, stretching his lean body out. The camera does closeups on different parts of his body and then pulls back so that we see a hand fondling his cock and balls. When the camera pulls back more, I recognize Bjørn in leather pants and vest. Remembering what happened at the party between Bjørn and the dark-haired boy captive, I have a sick feeling in my gut.

As the camera moves around to show both David and Bjørn in the same frame, the leather boy grabs a beer from somewhere nearby and takes a big swig. Grabbing David's junk with his other hand, he uses it like a handle, pulling up until his ass is high enough to work the neck of the bottle into his ass.

David is moaning, a low soft continuous sound, as Bjørn works the bottle neck around inside of him. Tipping the bottle up, the beer flows in, making a slight slurp sound now when Bjørn works the bottle in and out of him. The camera zooms in to show the bottle shoved in as far it will go, the tight sphincter stretched around it's circumference.

A man comes in from each side of the camera frame to hold David down as he struggles harder against the restraints. The camera does not show their faces, but I can tell from their bare chests, it is Jan and Anders. The added hands holding him down upsets David more than the bottle inside of him and he struggles harder.

Off camera, we hear a cranking sound, and the restraints on David's ankles pull his feet up towards the ceiling until his butt is just off the deck of the rack he is laying on. The bottle falls out on its own and the camera shows a closeup of David's exposed gaping sphincter. One of the men walk in front of the camera and unlatch something on the rack deck so that a portion of the deck folds down. Unfastening the front of his leathers, the man moves to where David's butt is now at the edge of the rack. Bjørn comes back into the frame and leans over David.

"You feel all that beer up inside your ass?" Bjørn taunts, pulling and pinching his nipple until David moans louder. "My daddy is going to fuck you now. He has got a big dick. He is going tear your ass up," he promises.

Nodding to the man that I now realize is Anders, he pushes into David's butthole on command. Jan continues to hold down David's arm on one side while Bjørn works over his chest and groin on the other.

"I like watching you get fucked, you are a nice piece of ass. I like playing with your cock too," Bjørn croons while slapping his cock and balls as hard as he can.

Working as a tag team, Bjørn tortures his sensitive nipples and groin while Anders pounds his ass. I am convinced David is not acting, he is not faking it and this is not a porn scene. This is a recording of a torture session. Glancing at JD, I am pissed that he is massaging himself with both hands while watching glassy eyed and slack jawed.

The camera cuts to a hand stroking David's cock. In the background David's whimpering is still heard and his body shifts as he continues to struggle. Taking his time, the hand lovingly works up the soft cock until it is partially hard. Still a close up, a metal rod is slid down into the piss slit and David cries out. The hand holds him firmly in place while the metal rod is used to fuck his cock.

I try to remember that this was recorded days ago. My impulse is to rush down to the Larsens and rescue the boy on that table. I want to beat the crap out of someone. There is no way in hell David volunteered for this. It is no coincidence this is an exact reenactment of the torture David endured at the hands of the militia.

The frame widens and Bjørn is shoving a thick metal rod into David's asshole. Wires trail from the metal rods and I watch David's body jerk as an electrical jolt is applied to the rod in his cock. The nervous system uses low level electrical impulses to control muscles and other body functions. When a stronger electrical signal flows through the body, it disrupts the nervous system, causing painful muscle spasms and possibly cardiac arrest. The double penetration of metal rods encourages the current to flow from one terminal to another, through the body. Each shock being administered is literally flowing from the tip of David's sensitive cock, through his body, and out his ass, causing pain and mayhem in between.

The shocks continue one after another, David's body jerking and pulling against the restraints. The camera catches the unfeigned look of desperation on his face as it pans down the handsome body spasming uncontrollably. Now another closeup of the rod in his cock as it jerks with each jolt. A hand stroking the cock and pumping the rod in and out between shocks. The camera moves between his legs to show the thick rod in his ass, barely visible, surrounded by the tender flesh of David's anus. The sphincter contracts hard around the rod, the butt twitches like a horse repelling flies each time an electrical current passes through.

Just when you think the scene is about to end, the camera pulls in tight to David's erect cock again. The rod is pulled out and the hand strokes him, keeping him hard. Another rod, twice as thick as before, is lined up with the piss slit of his cock. The tip of the rod disappears down inside the end of his sensitive cock head. You hear David's groans get louder as the rod is worked down into the shaft. Each forward movement now elicits a scream, and still the hand keeps working the rod down into him further. Little by little the rod stretches the urethra, forcing its way down to the base of his cock. With the rod fully inside the length of the shaft, the hand pulls, squeezes and releases his cock over and over. The groans we hear as his cock is manipulated are piteous.

With the thick rod still inside of him, his hard cock is pushed down between his legs. He arches his back off the rack, trying to accommodate the new position. The camera shows more of his body, the chest and stomach extended, the back bowed. The stomach muscles heave as he hyperventilates. Hands come in from the side to pinch, pull and knead his nipples and he twists his torso back and forth to escape them. Another hand works the thick metal dildo in and out of his ass. At the same time, the cock is pulled hard and squeezed, while the rod is used to fuck the piss slit.

Exploding out of my chair, I couldn't watch anymore. I paced in front of the screen. JD was slouched in his chair his eyes closed and a big wet spot on the front of his jeans. The randy teenager had creamed his jeans. Damnit!

"God-damn-son-of-a-bitch-cocksuckers!" I ranted. "Something is going on here, and I am going to get to the bottom of it. And when I do, someone is going to have a real 'come to Jesus' moment. There is going to be a real virgin experience, my fist up their god damn virgin ass!"

"Language boss man," JD chided. "Language!"

Chapter Twenty
Id much?

I had another sleepless night. David came in very late and I wrestled with myself to keep from picking a fight in the middle of the night. Finally drifting off at dawn, Alex woke me, announcing a visitor at the gate.

Hurriedly dressing, I stood on the porch as the rental car pulled up. The door was thrown open almost before the car stopped and Liam ran, throwing himself up into my arms. The little rascal had grown enough, that I ended up on my ass on the steps with his legs around my waist. We hugged each other viciously and I rocked him back and forth.

Seeing him again brought back the memory of how brave he had been, climbing up into the crawl space of the lodge to help us get rescued. How the men in the militia had groped and abused him, raping him on a bed post. It was my job to keep him safe and I had failed. The thought of it, tore sobs of anguish from me. How could I have let that happen to this sweet little boy. My failure caused him another year of fear, uncertainty and loneliness in the Chicago legal system. That was all on me too. How do you make up for all of that in a little boy's short life?

It may have looked like I was comforting Liam, but in reality, he was comforting me. I couldn't seem to stop hugging him while wailing my grief for everything that had happened.

The officer of the court who had accompanied Liam, approached cautiously, as though in close proximity to a rabid dog.

"Sir, sir can you hear me?" she asked. "You need to know Liam is here on a trial basis. His case is being turned over to the local social services. They will want to interview you and have surprise inspections."

I heard the woman speaking, but I couldn't process the words just then. The deep emotion of this moment surprised even me. I didn't think I could feel this much for anyone or anything ever again. In that moment, I realized that the sweet little boy in my arms was one of the reasons for everything we were doing here. The families, the homes, the security, the education, all of it.

JD came out on the porch, fresh from his bed, dressed in just his signature low hanging jeans. The woman ogled him as though he had three heads.

"Come along darlin, why don't we give the boys a moment," JD invited, gesturing to the open door. "Let's have a drink. Have you ever had a Sambuca?"

"It's nine in the morning," she said sarcastically.

"Uh huh. Get your ass in here bitch. Now!" JD growled, grabbing her arm and hustling her inside.

"Daddy, I can't breathe," Liam complained.

That started another round of leaky eyes and loud sobs. The little mite had never called me daddy before. Crap, I'm turning into Tammy Faye. I have to do better than this!

"Liam, if you will have me, I want to be your daddy for real. I want to adopt you," I said, prying him away from me so I could look him in the eye.

"You mean like David and Jason?" he asked thoughtfully.

"Yes, just like that."

"So, David and Jason would be my brothers?"

"Yes."

"Does that mean they could never take me away again?"

"Yes, that's exactly what it means."

"Okay, but I want a dog," Liam stated firmly.

"A dog? I offer to make you my son and you are negotiating for a dog?"

"Uh huh."

"Okay, we get a dog. But this is not a good start. Don't think you can just bat those adorable eyes at me and get whatever you want. There are going to be rules in this house, young man. I am former military and we like discipline. You toe the line mister or there will be consequences."

"A big dog."

"Okay, whatever you want," I murmured submissively. "I love you."

"I love you too."

o

"David, wake up!" I said loudly a second time. "Can you hear me? Wake up!"

"Ow, not so loud," David murmured, pulling the covers away from his face. "What do you want?"

"I want you to get up. We have things to talk about," I persisted.

"Can't it wait? I don't feel so good," David complained, pulling the covers back over his head.

"No, it can't."

I pulled the covers off of him and he curled his naked body up into a ball with his hands over his eyes.

"Get out of bed and come downstairs or I will make you get out of bed. You know I can do it, so don't test me!"

I waited in the great room with Liam and JD. Since his arrival, Liam had been my shadow. Everywhere I went, he went with me. I wasn't sure when we would be comfortable being out of each other's sight, but it might be a while.

David made an appearance at the top of the stairs wearing an old pair of track shorts, rubbing his eyes; his hair tangled and sticking out in all directions. Now that I could see him in the light of day, there were dark circles under his eyes and he looked thinner than I remembered. I had laid out a recuperative drink and some pain pills.

"How long have you had this headache?" I asked, motioning to the pills.

"I don't know, a while," he answered vaguely, rubbing his temples.

"Sit down, I have something to show you and I need you to pay attention," I lectured.

"Yeah, okay. Can't it wait, man, I just don't feel good," he whined.

"No, I'm afraid it can't."

I had Alex start the porno from the beginning where Christian was playing with toys.

"David, do you remember this?" I questioned, indicating the wall screen.

"Remember what? Who is that?" he mumbled, taking another pill and washing it down with the drink. "Why should I remember this?"

"Just watch, you should remember this," I prompted.

"Fuck this, I'm going back to bed," he grumbled getting out of the chair and shuffling toward the stairs.

JD intercepted him before he got there and man-handled him back to the chair.

"Get off me, you hillbilly pervert," David yelled, jerking his arm out of JD's grip.

"Sit down, David!" I said sternly.

"Get your pet psycho off of me," David spat at me. "All he wants to do is fuck me, just like you. You just want to get in my ass, don't you?"

He stood up again and JD forced him back down in the chair and stayed behind him with his hands pressed down on his shoulders. The words caught me by surprise and they hurt for a moment. And then I realized, this wasn't David, at least not the David I knew.

The movie had progressed to where David was wrestling with Christian, brandishing the knife.

"David, do you remember doing this?" I asked more gently. "Try to concentrate."

"I don't know what game you two are playing," he argued, jerking away from JD's hands on his shoulders and getting to his feet again. He yanked down his shorts. "Is this what you want?" he asked, gripping himself. "This is what you've always wanted isn't it? Why didn't I realize that before? This is what they all want!"

I went to him and tried to put my arm around him, but he jerked away, swinging wildly. I outweighed him by a lot and I kept close in so he couldn't use his martial arts training. Pretty much, it was just a contest of strength and body mass, and I was sure I could win that contest. After struggling against each other, we ended up collapsed on the sofa with me on top. I forced his face towards the screen. Christian was naked now and giving David a blow job.

"Look, David, look at the screen. That's you," I insisted. "Do you remember Christian sucking you off while they filmed it?"

"Bullshit, that's not me," he said in a disgusted tone, trying to look away. "You are just using this as an excuse to fuck me. Why don't you just do it?" he yelled, bucking his bare ass off the sofa under me. "Maybe I should tell the police how much you like getting your cock up into little boys. You think they would like to hear about you fucking me and Jason?" he squirmed underneath of me, making it look like I was trying to get intimate. "Has he fucked you yet Liam? You better watch while he fucks me, because he is going to fuck you next. He likes fucking little boys!"

JD gave me a serious look and I knew what he was thinking. It was not going to be safe to let David out of our sight until we knew what was going on. If necessary, we would have to restrain him. The next scene started where Jan rips the ski-mask off of David.

"Look again David, that's you," I begged. "You have to see now that it's you!"

It was like he was sleep walking, confused, disoriented and unaware of reality.

"Very funny," he tried to chuckle, "how did you do that?"

"You don't remember that, do you?" I persisted. "Tell me if you remember Jan fucking you like that?"

"Jan? Why do you want Jan to fuck me?" he said, confused and mumbling. "Who is Jan?"

I didn't know what to do to get through to him. I held him tight, and we sat up enough that I wasn't on top of him. He was more confused than belligerent now, and I considered it an improvement. We sat in silence until the next scene started with David restrained on the rack. I felt his body tense, his full attention on the screen now.

"David, did you tell anyone they could do this to you?" I asked gently. "Did you volunteer to make a movie?"

He ignored me, his eyes on the screen as though he was in a trance. The longer the scene played the more agitated and upset he became. When the rod went down into his penis, he began to keen, rocking back and forth like some autistic or down syndrome children do. As his body spasmed on the screen from the electrical shocks, the keening got louder.

"Alex, discontinue movie," I yelled at the screen as I tried to hold David.

He struggled against me, continuing to rock and keen until I had to give up. I was so over my head here. Brute force I was good with, psychology, not so much. I couldn't even figure out how to comfort my son.

Liam came over and stood in front of David, his big brown eyes full of compassion and understanding. I was not at all confident that Liam should be anywhere near David right now. The two of them had developed a close relationship before the militia attack, but that was a while ago now. Liam approached the distressed older boy, moving in closer until he was invading his personal space. David couldn't continue to rock without hitting the little boy pressing in between his legs. I was ready to grab Liam and move him away, when David suddenly grabbed the boy and hugged him. Liam straddled his lap, holding onto David with his head on his shoulder. David continued to rock and keen, but the noise was quieter, winding down until it stopped altogether.

"C'mon David, you said you weren't feeling well," I suggested gently. "Let's put you back to bed for a while and let you get some more sleep. When you wake up, you will feel better."

I got David on his feet, still holding on to Liam. It took JD's help to get him back up the stairs safely, since he wouldn't put Liam down. I tried to pry Liam away before getting David back into bed, but Liam motioned me away. Still cuddling in David's arms, he pulled the covers up over both of them.

o

"What you gonna do, boss?" JD quizzed me once we were back downstairs.

"I think it is time to visit the Larsens."

"Yeah, let's go," JD agreed.

"Someone has to stay here and keep an eye on David," I insisted.

"I will get my tablet and Alex can monitor the bedroom," JD suggested, showing more technical ingenuity than I gave him credit for.

Standing at the Larsen's door, I knew Alex would have announced us, but I knocked anyway. Eventually Bjørn answered the door. The young teen was dressed in tight leather pants and nothing else. I was starting to wonder what his closet looked like.

"Hey Bjørn, is Jan or Anders around?" I asked cheerily.

"No."

"When do you expect them back?" I asked reasonably. "I need to talk with them, it is important."

"They are tied up right now."

"Maybe we could wait for them?" I questioned suspiciously. "May we come in?"

"I said no," Bjørn said stubbornly, starting to close the door.

JD stuck his foot in the doorway, giving Bjørn a little push that made him stumble back.

"Now, y'all are not being very friendly," JD growled, pushing the door back open. "We just stopped by for a neighborly visit and it is only polite to invite us in."

We crossed over the threshold and JD grabbed onto Bjørn's arm, pulling him along with us further into the foyer.

"Alex, where is Jan or Anders?" I called out to the AI. Now that I was in the house, Alex would no longer consider my inquiry an invasion of privacy.

"Jan and Anders are on the lower level," Alex responded.

Christian came out of the kitchen area and looked at us in surprise. The kid always looked too skinny to be healthy, but now he was sporting a black eye.

"Hi Christian, where did you get that black eye?" I questioned. He immediately looked at Bjørn. "Your brother give you that?"

Bjørn jerked out of JD's grasp and ran into the kitchen. Before we could decide if we wanted to go after him, he was back with a kitchen knife in his hand. He grabbed Christian with an arm around his neck and held the knife to his throat. What is it with this family and knives?

"Put the knife down and no one needs to get hurt," I demanded, putting my hands out to show I was not armed.

"Get out, or I cut him," the little shit threatened.

"Sure, no problem, we can go," I said soothingly.

I carry a challenge coin with me at all times. It is a special identity verification coin associated to my old military unit. Another reason I carry it is to spontaneously entertain kids with sleight of hand magic tricks. Moving away from JD, I drew Bjørn's attention to my hand where the coin magically appeared and then disappeared again. While I had his attention, JD simply stepped forward pulling Bjørn's knife hand toward him and then bending his arm behind his back. It was such a pretty move, that I had to wonder if he was learning some of David's martial arts moves.

Bjørn let out a flurry of curses and threats, but JD had his body firmly under control. He could insult us all day long, it didn't hurt a bit. Frog marching him along, we all went down the stairs together. We found Anders and Jan in one of their BDSM cages. This one was tall and narrow with strategic openings for access to particular areas of the body. Both of the men were naked in a cage built to hold one.

"I don't even want to know how he got you in there," I remarked. "We need to talk."

"Thank god you came," Anders gushed. "If you could just unlatch the door."

I pulled up a chair while JD hunted around, looking for somewhere to stash Bjørn.

"I want to know what you have been doing with David," I demanded bluntly.

"I don't know what you mean," Jan said innocently.

I waited. Often, silence is more intimidating than accusations. Meanwhile, JD restrained the kid on an X-cross, his body stretched to the limit on a device that was setup for an adult. He entertained himself poking through the different props and toys hanging on the walls in the dungeon.

"This is ridiculous, let us out and we can discuss this like adults," Anders insisted.

Christian came in, and I made room in my chair for him to share. Kids are often more honest than adults and I hoped to use Christian as a live lie-detector. Based on his reactions, I might be able to judge if his daddies were telling me the truth. Behind us, JD had found some nipple clamps and was using Bjørn to practice on. The noise was distracting, but anything that kept the little shit busy was a plus. The pain was just extra special, like sprinkles on top.

"Okay, we shot a couple of scenes with David in them," Jan confessed.

"Was it consensual?" I interrogated.

"Sure," Jan answered flippantly.

With my hand on Christian's shoulder, I felt him tense.

"Liar!" I accused.

"Well, kind of. Subconsciously, he wanted to do it," Jan prevaricated.

"I think you should start at the beginning," I suggested, "and tell me everything."

"Do it," Anders demanded. "I love you, but not enough to be stuck in this cage with you for much longer. I can't feel my legs anymore."

Jan sighed, but realized he had no choice. "At the party, David was checking out our network equipment for us. He had a little panic attack when he saw the play room. I admit that I saw an opportunity to get him to be in a movie and I couldn't resist."

"I don't get it," I queried. "How does David having a panic attack let you control him."

"Oh no, it isn't mind control," Jan paused, struggling to come up with a way to explain. "A couple of years ago we came across this gadget. We thought of it as a parlor trick. Something interesting to entertain and play with at parties and get togethers. It is a pair of goggles that is supposed to put you under hypnosis. There are spirals and images that are flashed against your eyes, and I admit, it is quite mesmerizing, but just a game. Later we came across this headset that plays piercing audio sound waves that some people swear help them meditate."

The noise from behind us was distracting. JD had found a ball stretcher, and had Bjørn's pants opened up, the adult sized stretcher fastened around both his penis and balls. The thing had weights hanging off of it that stretched the skin further than I thought possible on the young boy.

"Let me help you," I interrupted. "You found out that the combination of the two devices gave you unexpected results when used on children."

"Quite right," Jan acknowledged. "It was completely by accident. We entice children to participate in our movies by offering them money, shelter, food, clothing, whatever it takes. But when they get on the set, they are often inhibited and afraid. A few minutes with this device and I seem to be able to remove all of that, and they are much more willing to – participate."

"We showed the movie to David. Why doesn't he remember? Even when he saw himself in the movie, he didn't remember doing it."

Jan looked embarrassed. "When David had his panic attack, I realized there was a traumatic memory associated to the playroom that he did not want to remember. I sort of associated the memory of his time with us to the memory of the militia attack. Because he already had an aversion to the memory, his mind tries to avoid remembering everything associated to it."

The sound of a lash on skin made me turn and look again. JD was turning Bjørn's chest red with stripes from a flogger. The nipple clamps and ball stretcher were still in place and he was starting to look like a BDSM store window display.

"Let me test my understanding," I interjected again. "You hypnotize children, impair their reasoning, use them for your child pornography and then erase their memories? Is that about right?"

"Well, when you say it like that," Jan whined, "it sounds bad."

Anders joined in to try and salvage some of their self-respect. "We can't force anyone to do something they don't already want to do. Think of this like Freud did. Actually, you should agree with us since the philosophy behind family camp is based on the same principles. I couldn't wait to hear this one. Freud was a believer that we have sexual fixations early in life associated with the id. Although he is largely discredited now, he initiated the thought that children want to have sex with their parents."

"I often accuse our lesbian friends of penis envy," Jan added. "That's very Freudian, and I swear it's true."

"I tend to disagree with the Oedipus complex (all children between three and five are sexually attracted to the parent of the opposite sex), but I also disagree with other disciplines that insist children cannot be sexually attracted to their parent, and if initiated, it is automatically child abuse," I ranted. "Can we not be sophisticated enough to recognize there can be both abusive and non-abusive relationships? And, not every child who has underage sex is an abused victim with pathologies that manifest themselves twenty or thirty-years later. Are these pathologies from child abuse or from psychologist's convincing their patients they are child abuse victims? Sorry, it's a point of contention with me."

A fresh batch of whiney noise interrupted our train of thought. JD had the kid's leather pants down around his thighs. He had found a dildo with a suction cup on it and stuck it on the intersection of the x-cross Bjørn was hanging on. Now he was trying to position his little skinny butt down on top of it. The feisty shit was wiggling every which way to keep the rubber dildo from going up his ass.

"In simplistic terms," Anders continued. "Freud believed in the id as our base nature driven primarily by pleasure including sexual pleasure. Anyone who has been around kids, know they are largely driven by the narcissistic need to please themselves. What Freud described as the superego we still acknowledge as the social, environment and behavioral influences in our lives. The ego being the result of the combination of the id and superego, or essentially our personality. Your philosophy here, if I understand it correctly, is to eliminate the repression of society, religion and other influences. Particularly on our family relationships, including sexual relationships."

"The device we use," Jan chimed in, "essentially represses the superego, letting our true desires surface. So, you see, we are not coercing children, simply letting them act on their true nature without inhibitions."

"Pretty to think so," I said sarcastically. "Letting our id run wild is not our philosophy. We simply disagree with many of the social, religious and governmental restrictions on our families. No one has ever said or implied that we should not have any boundaries, only where they are."

I picked up the knife we had taken from Bjørn.

"My id may derive pleasure from shoving this knife up your ass," I mused, holding the knife up so that everyone could see it. "Do you think, then, that I should do it?"

I could see both men swallow convulsively as they watched me thumb the razor-sharp edge of the knife.

"This psychology lesson is getting us nowhere," I stated conclusively. "I still have a teenager with a severe headache, who seems to be obsessed with you, and has lost all conscious reasoning. I think we are in over our heads with this pseudo-science."

JD gave up on the dildo because it kept falling off. He removed the ball stretcher and replaced it with a penis clamp.

"You have violated our trust," I admonished. "You promised me you wouldn't shoot underage movies here and you did. You could have asked David to star in a porno and he might have said yes. Instead, you mind-fucked him without his consent or mine. Now I know you have done the same to other kids. I should have you thrown out and I still might. At the very least, you will give permission to Alex for continuous surveillance to ensure you cannot do that here again. You will do it now!"

"Alex, you have permission for continuous surveillance until further notice," Anders instructed.

"Now, what's up with this little shit JD is diddling?" I questioned in a tired voice.

"Bjørn has been acting a bit strange lately is all," Jan explained.

Christian practically spasmed under my hand. It was a strong reaction to such a simple statement.

"Christian? Is that true?" I questioned.

"He scares me," the little guy admitted. "He keeps saying he is going to cut me. He gets them to do things, because he threatens to hurt them or me. If he gets punished, he threatens to hurt us while we are sleeping."

"Ah, blackmail," I said thoughtfully. "Have you used that thing on Bjørn?"

"No," Jan said disdainfully. "We have never needed to. Bjørn is a star, and he enjoys it."

"Christian? Is that true?" I asked, sensing another lie.

"He wanted to try it," Christian said in a quiet voice, afraid he was going to get in trouble. "He made me promise I wouldn't make him quack like a duck or anything."

"So, what did you tell him to do when he was under?" I said with a sigh. This is how it always starts with kids. Something innocent goes so terribly wrong.

"I just told him to be nice to me," Christian said defensively.

"From the look of that eye, I would say it didn't work. How many times did you try?"

"Quite a few," he admitted.

"How many times did you put David under?" I asked Jan.

"Every time he came here," Jan said innocently.

"We may be able to deduce that the more times the device is used, the more damage it does," I concluded. "So, what do you want to do about your little homemade sociopath?"

"Shit," Jan murmured.

"Damn," added Anders.

"I'll take him," JD volunteered. He had the little shit fitted with a collar and leash and was leading him toward us. "If he is attached to me, he won't be a danger to anyone else. I can handle him." he said confidently. "We will get along just f-i-n-e," he said, stretching out the word with a southern drawl.

He gave a yank on the leash and the skinny whelp stumbled along after him, a sullen angry look permanently affixed to his face.

Chapter Twenty-One
How do you feel about that?

David was doing a little better. The headaches and mood swings were intermittent. The obsession about the Larsens was a constant. Each night we had to watch David closely or he would sneak away. When we stopped him, he became abusive and only Liam was able to get him to calm down.

I needed professional help and I reached out to Cindy for recommendations. I hoped, with her academic background, she would know someone in the child psychoanalysis field we could trust. The danger was if the analyst considered family camp to be abusive, they would feel compelled to report us to the authorities. Cindy recommended a prospect and I determined to meet with the doctor first, before subjecting David and Bjørn to their care.

While I waited for an appointment, JD still had Bjørn in a collar and attached to him with a tether. I thought the hyperactive mountain boy might find baby-sitting the little shit tedious, but I was wrong. I have never seen JD grin and smile so much. I find it a bit unnerving.

JD seems to love humiliating the skinny little sociopath. He makes him stay nude most all the time. He forces him to service everyone in the house, including Liam. I would not have agreed to it, but I woke up with my cock already in his mouth. Saying no in the middle of a blow job is beyond my level of discipline. I would not have believed that I would ever have to say to JD, stop-playing-with-his-penis-at-the-dinner-table, but I did.

The last movie night was particularly humiliating for Bjørn. While the guests arrived, JD made him sit at his feet, nude, wearing his collar and leash. Everyone looked at him, and then tried to pretend he wasn't there. Bjørn kept his usual sullen unhappy face on, but I could tell, being on display like that really upset him. During the movie, JD had him sit in the chair with him. He kept playing with his penis, stroking it, keeping it hard and on edge. Of course, everyone pretended not to notice, but everyone did.

Already embarrassed by his hard on, JD worked his other hand under his skinny butt and spent the rest of the movie fingering his hole. At odd moments Bjørn gasped, grimaced or spasmed from what was going on in his backside. There were discreet chuckles and knowing smiles around the room.

o

I had an appointment with Doctor Abrams at the University of North Carolina in Asheville. There were two reasons for making the two-hour trip down the mountain. First, was to interview the doctor, and the second was to meet with the source of Kinderen's underage porn stars. After some blatant blackmail, Jan had agreed to tell me where he procured the strippers for his open house and the actors for his recent movies. He promised to call ahead and let them know I was coming.

Liam came with me, because he always comes with me now, anytime he isn't in school. The UNC has a large psychology department and Delany Hall looked like a dozen other campus buildings. We found the office number and knocked. The woman behind the desk made me think crone. She was older than dirt, with a thin face and sharp nose, her graying hair pulled back in a tight bun.

"Doctor Abrams?" I asked. You never know, maybe I had the wrong room.

"Yes," she said looking up over her glasses. "You must be the gentlemen who called about the child victims of a domestic terrorism attack. And who is this young man?" she asked of Liam.

"I'm Liam, ma'am."

"And such a polite young man too," she chuckled. "Maybe we could have a nice conversation over ice cream. This is, of course, if you like ice cream. I suppose I could eat your share if necessary."

"That won't be necessary, ma'am."

My face must have shown my confusion.

"I didn't think so," she winked at Liam which made her look more like a grandma than a crone. Returning her attention to me she said, "I understand your confusion, young man. The Doctor Abrams you are looking for is my son, Jonathan Abrams. I'm retired, I just help out in his student office. I like being around the young people, it keeps my energy up. You can go on in, he is expecting you."

Doctor Jonathan Abrams, PhD, had the bluest eyes I have ever seen. Other than the eyes he could have been a brother to my David. About the same size, with dark hair and facial features. Is this what David would look like in a few years? I wasn't much for titles, but since I came begging with hat in hand, it couldn't hurt to show the proper respect.

"Doctor Abrams," I greeted, holding out my hand.

He shook my hand without saying a word. His eyes seemed to bore into me as though he could read my thoughts. I admit that highly educated people always intimidate me, even though I figured the whole eye contact schtick was just a gimmick to psych me out.

"I'm the one who called about child therapy for assault victims," I reminded him. "The circumstances are somewhat unique and I wanted to meet first to determine if we could agree on the parameters of the therapy."

"An interesting way of putting it," he mused, gesturing for me to have a seat.

"I was wondering how you feel about doctor patient confidentiality," I questioned.

"The same as most every other psychologist, I would suspect," he replied. "The sessions are absolutely confidential within the requirements of the law."

"And what is your definition of child abuse," I asked casually, "considering several of the victims are minors."

"It would be difficult to describe exactly what the law considers to be child abuse," he said, dodging the question. "What is it specifically you are afraid of commander?"

"Why did you call me commander?"

"Something in your voice, your presence, says you are used to being in command," he commented, keeping up the intense eye contact. "It is rumored, there is an isolated mountain community experimenting with child incest, torture and sacrificing babies to the devil." He smiled. "I ask again, what is it you are afraid of?"

"I keep expecting you to ask 'how do you feel about that'?" I said, sounding defensive even to myself. And if you truly believe we are barbecuing babies, I suppose I should be afraid, don't you think?"

"Could it be you are afraid that what you are doing is child abuse?" he asked, his blue eyes so mesmerizing that I wasn't even offended by the question. "You are afraid I will have to report what you are doing to the authorities."

"Would you report a patient to the authorities even if the patient did not believe they were being abused? Even if they were happy?"

"Ahh, can a child be abused and not know it?" he smiled again. "The law says yes. I have seen children taken from their parents for reasons the child could care less about. They are more traumatized by the separation than the reason for it. It can be a conundrum. The kabuki dance we all have to navigate between reality and the strict adherence of the law."

"Are you married, doctor?" I asked, redirecting the conversation away from a dangerous topic.

"This conversation isn't about my personal life," he deflected. "Have I passed the test enough to talk about this hypnosis device?"

"We believe there is a combination of devices that cause children to be hypnotically susceptible to suggestion," I stated.

"If that were true, I know several of my colleagues who would be very interested in it," he admitted, spreading his fingers on the top of the desk. "Alas, I believe this to be a parlor trick and coincidence."

"I see," I said with disappointment. "And the headaches and behavior?"

"Most likely temporary," he pursed his lips thoughtfully. "Don't take me wrong, I believe your victims need therapy, just not for the same reason you think they do." He smiled kindly at me again.

"Thank you, doctor. I have taken up enough of your time."

"And just so you know. I never ask, 'how do you feel about that?'," and he grinned.

We shook hands again and I appreciated his petite, but athletic body as he showed me out. More important, I liked his energy and intellect. Was there enough there to work with? Collecting Liam, we moved on to our next appointment.

o

According to Jan, there was a gaggle, flock, gang of boys living in a cabin high up in the mountains around Asheville. What do you call a group of boys without parents? The only adult was an old man that everyone called grandpa. What is it with these southerners assigning family nicknames to non-related people?

The cabin was very isolated and the road that led up to it was a two track. When we pulled up to the front porch, it looked deserted. Jan warned me they were used to hiding when the various authorities tried to raid them. Knocking at the door, Liam and I made note of the dilapidated condition of the place. It was a stark contrast to family camp. An old man with a cane finally answered the door.

"Yeah, what the hell you want?" he yelled, opening the door a crack.

"Jan sent us," I yelled back.

The door opened and the old man hobbled back inside on a cane. The living room contained an old ratty sofa, some plastic chairs and a flat screen TV. The old man sat on the sofa with his cane between his knees. He didn't invite us to sit down, but we helped ourselves to a couple of the plastic chairs.

"Jan said you were coming, but he didn't say why," the old man complained. "You got some work for the boys? If you are here to try them out in advance, we don't give out freebies. If you are here to drop that one off, you got to know everyone here is expected to work for a living. This ain't no rescue mission."

"And if I were here to 'drop off' this boy, what would he be expected to do?"

"Why, whatever needs to be done, of course," the old man groused. "We don't have royalty around here. If a job comes up, you do it. He is young enough. Take off your clothes, boy, let's see what I got to work with."

"That's okay, Liam is not here to stay," I said protectively. "I saw some of your boys at a private party recently and I was wondering how it works. If you had the right kind of boys, I might have some work for them myself."

"Pretty simple, you tell me what kind of work and I tell you a price," he said, as though he were having to explain the obvious to an imbecile. "My boys are primo stock, clean, healthy and good looking. What age were you thinking? We got them as young as five and as old as eighteen. We get extra for the young ones though. They aren't young forever, and you can't feed a dozen boys on social security."

"So, can I see some samples?" I prompted, "And, what's your cut?"

"My cut! My cut?" he growled. "You think I am some kind of geriatric pimp, do you? I have you know these boys would be on the street except for me. We take care of each other like family, and treat each other better than most families I've seen. My cut, my ass!"

"My apologies," I muttered. "I meant no offense."

"Fine, but mind you wouldn't even be in here if Jan didn't provide a lot of work for my boys," he said fiercely. "Doing porn is better than peddling your ass on the street night after night. Who knows what pervert you are going to find out there? Boys, get your ass in here," he yelled out.

The sound of feet on a stairway and then the room exploded with boys. I recognized the two older strippers from the Larsen party and the two boy captives. A couple of boys about Liam's age came in and stared at him curiously. Some of the older boys sat or stood as though posing. It made me think of a brothel, the whores displaying themselves for the johns to pick from. In all, there were perhaps a baker's dozen.

"He's cute enough, I would be willing to give him a spin if he wants," the older black-haired stripper offered.

"How about a little show, since he brought his own boy," a young blond suggested. "I wouldn't mind tapping that."

"He didn't come here to milk his own cow," a cute shaggy haired tween added, "my brother and I will give you a show you won't forget."

"You are all very tempting, perhaps another time," I said regretfully. "Where are you all from, why are you here?"

"Oh, he is one of those," an older blond said disgustedly. "Another bleeding heart looky-loo."

Some of the boys began to drift away. Only a few of the older boys hung around in hopes there was still a chance to make some cash.

"Runaways mostly," grandpa stated, "parents too tweaked to care. Some delinquents out of reform school the parents didn't want back. Homeless, street walkers, the usual."

"I may have a proposal for you," I tempted. "I need to consult my investors first and get back with you."

"Yeah, okay but remember if they want some samples, I can get you a good price."

o

"JD!" I yelled as I came through the front door. "Alex, where is JD?"

"Right here. God, no need to yell," he said popping around the corner with Bjørn trailing behind him.

We got back after dark, but I was anxious to get things rolling right away. JD had his after-work beer in his hand. I don't understand how he can drink that much beer and not have the gut to go with it. Bjørn was naked, as usual. While I watched, JD poured some of the beer into Bjørn's mouth before taking a big swig himself. They sat on stools at the kitchen island.

"I've got a job for you," I said excitedly. "Here is what I need you to do."

By the time I finished explaining, JD had a Cheshire cat grin on his face.

"Boss, I do think I am starting to rub off on you," he chuckled.

"Oh god, I hope not," I shuddered. "You want me to baby sit the shit?" I said gesturing to Bjørn.

"No thanks, I got it," JD said cheerily. "Time for our little shit to learn the ways of the force."

"Try not. Do, or do not. There is no try," I quoted.

Chapter Twenty-two
That sucks!

Alex and Buster found out Jonathan Abrams was divorced with a four-year-old son and a fifteen-year-old step-son that continued to live with him. A teenage step-daughter chose to live with her mother. We were up late watching the footage from the spy cameras JD had installed in Jonathan's campus apartment. Liam was snuggled in with me and JD was sharing the sofa with his young protégé. It seems the little shit had been very useful during their mission.

As usual, without much thought, JD was teasing Bjørn's little penis until it was hard again. All the times I have seen him playing with it, I have never seen him allowed a release. I couldn't imagine being teased day after day and never getting off. Maybe there was a reason he was always so cranky.

David had called it a night already and I had Alex make sure he really was in his room and not off to the Larsens. That left just the four of us to watch Doctor Abrams get ready for bed.

"How did you get a receiver close enough to transmit the signal?" I asked JD.

"I paid a student in a nearby dorm to let us plug it in," Bjørn replied. I almost forgot the little shit could speak.

"Bjørn did really good for his first time out," JD said proudly, patting the boy on the head before letting his hand return to his lap. A sociopath leading a sociopath! What have I done? "He used the machine on both of the boys, so I expect we will see at least one of them make a move tonight."

On the screen, Jonathan settled into bed, bare chested, with a book to read. Sitting up against the headboard, a reading lamp highlighted his handsome features in the otherwise dark room. Just as it was getting tedious, his step-son Blair, came into view with his back to the camera. Jonathan looked startled as he noticed his teenage step-son standing in front of him naked as the day he was born.

"What's up, Blair," he said, quickly hiding the look of surprise on his face.

With his back to the camera, all we got to see was his thin shoulders and even smaller butt.

"Can I sleep in here with you?" the boy asked.

"Why?" Jonathan questioned, "you have never asked to sleep with me before."

"Can't I just want to be with you?" he questioned. "Do I have to have a reason?"

"No of course not, but…," he paused. "I don't remember the last time I saw you…nude. In fact, I don't think I have ever seen you nude."

"Do you think I am attractive?" the boy asked self-consciously.

"Well, yeah," he coughed. "I mean, of course, you are very attractive."

The boy moved up onto the bed and laid down next to his step-father. We got to see his body then, and he was right. The boy was attractive. He arranged himself so that his step-father could see all of him.

Jonathan tried to return to his reading. The boy watched him for a while and then got under the covers and snuggled up next to his father. More time went by and it looked like nothing was going to happen after all. Then, I saw the covers move a little. They moved again and then settled again. Jonathan gasped, he looked over at Blair and then went back to his reading. A few minutes later, his face grimaced and he pulled the covers down. Now we could see Blair's hand kneading the front of Jonathan's thin pajama bottoms.

"What are you doing?" Jonathan asked his son calmly.

"Nothing."

"That's not nothing," he argued, moving the hand off of him.

"It feels good, doesn't it?" Blair countered. "You haven't got laid in a long time, and I have wanted to do this for a while."

"What?" Jonathan said in disbelief. "What do you mean by that?"

The hand came back, but this time it worked its way inside the pajamas.

"I have wanted you for a long time," the boy confessed. "Why do you think I stayed with you instead of mom? Don't you want me?"

"It isn't that I don't want you," the doctor struggled, trying not to alienate the boy. "It just isn't how I think of you. You are my son."

The son pulls the covers off of himself, and we can see that he is excited to be touching the man next to him. The hand inside of the pajamas is moving up and down rhythmically and the doctor is struggling not to react to it.

The boy moves closer, raising up so that he is facing his father. They look at each other from just a few inches apart. The doctor flinches from sensations in his cock and the boy uses it as an excuse to close the gap and kiss. To his credit, doc didn't jerk away. He allowed the chaste kiss to linger until the boy ended it.

Having successfully kissed his father, he switches his attention to below the waist and pulls the hard cock out into the open before he leans over and takes it in his mouth. Jonathan looks confused and unsure, as his son's head bobs up and down over his hard on. The boy gets up on his knees, and the camera gets a good view of his ass and the mouthwatering cock and balls hanging down between his legs. Jonathan tentatively put his hands on his son's bare shoulders as the energetic boy slurped at his cock.

The slurping went on for a while before the boy wanted more. Pulling on the pajamas, he got them off and went after the balls and eventually worked his way under to his father's asshole. Jonathan held his leg up so that his son could get at that sensitive pleasure center that had never experienced a tongue before.

When the boy returned to his cock, Jonathan fucked his mouth until he couldn't hold it in any longer. Forcing his head down, he spurted it all down his throat. After swallowing it all down, the boy flipped over on his back and began stroking himself off, thrusting his hips off the bed while he jacked himself. The camera let us appreciate his smooth chest and flat stomach. His butt cheeks clenched tight, and his balls pulled up close until he began to spurt over his fist and up onto his chest.

Jonathan seemed to be in some kind of a trance, as though he couldn't quite believe what had just happened. Before either of them could recover, the four-year-old climbed up on the bed. Like his older brother, he pulled at himself as he snuggled naked in between his father's legs. Blair laughed and tickled the younger boy who squirmed and wiggled trying to escape the tickle monster.

Climbing his father's body, he straddled his father's lap and put his head on his chest. The stricken father automatically put his arms around him. His father unconsciously rocks the little boy as though putting a baby to sleep. Blair smiles, patting his brother's back and snuggling in close to both of them with his hand on his father's thigh. We watch the touching domestic scene for a while as the boys seem to be drifting off to sleep. Jonathan closes his eyes but continues to rock back and forth. It isn't long before we notice, something else is not asleep. His cock pokes up, brushing the little boys butt cheeks as daddy rocks back and forth. Jonathan reaches over and turns off the bedside reading light.

We were all so mesmerized by the video, JD accidentally caused Bjørn to orgasm so hard he almost fell off the sofa.

o

We had enough evidence on tape to ensure Jonathan's confidentiality. I felt bad for entrapping him, but I was willing to do whatever was necessary to get David and Bjørn the help they needed. Later that night I felt better about my decision. My boys were all sleeping, and I was about to call it quits myself. Jonathan and his sons had been settled for some time with the light off. It looked like they would be out for the rest of the night.

Unexpectedly, the screen lit up again as Jonathan turned on the bedside light. Obviously, he couldn't sleep. The light showed his tousled hair as he sat up in bed. Blair was asleep on the other side of the bed, one leg outside of the covers. The little tyke was sleeping between them curled up like little boys often do, his hands and knees tucked up, the covers thrown off.

Jonathan touched the little boy's back lovingly, running his hand down and palming a butt cheek. I felt like the voyeur that I was, as he moved his finger down lower to feel the hidden opening. I was sure he had never dared to touch him there before. He moistened his finger in his mouth and returned to lubricate the tight little muscle. The boy squirmed in his sleep and Jonathan froze. Gently, he moved the leg enough to touch the balls that would someday hang loose in their skin. He lifted the soft little nub of a penis with his finger, letting it fall back. Someday it would get big and long and hard. What a wonder a little boy's body is. Laying down on his side, he hugged the little boy's back against his chest. His hand strayed back down to finger the little penis. Occasionally his hips rubbed against the boy's butt and legs. The boy snuggled in his sleep, oblivious to the touching. Eventually, Jonathan moved away, letting the boy settle on his tummy. Covering up the little boy, he sat back and watched him sleep. Sitting up against the headboard again, I could see that he had excited himself by rubbing up against the little boy. He stroked himself a few times, watching the boys sleep.

I could almost see the struggle going on inside of Jonathan's mind. He was remembering Blair's confession and unexpected activities earlier. He didn't know what to think about his current hard on from touching the little boy next to him. Should he fight the urges he felt or acknowledge them? He was the psychologist, the professional, he should know how to deal with this.

Instead of turning off the light and going to sleep, Jonathan got out of bed and went around to the other side. Leaning over Blair he carefully pulled down the covers. The teen was sleeping on his back. He looked like an angel in the soft light, as boys often do when they are sleeping. The chest was tanned, smooth and perfect. Jonathan carefully touched the soft skin until his fingers found a nipple to explore. The nub hardened, standing up a little more under his touch. Emboldened by the sensitivity, he felt the contours of his pecs and fingered the matching nipple.

Kneeling down beside the bed, he traced the concave stomach, stopping to feel his regular breathing. Moving lower, his fingers played with the fine pubic hair above his penis. A little lower and he touched the soft flesh of his son's circumcised cock. He stroked it with just the tip of a finger. Touching the head and then the shaft as it lay soft against his body. Moistening the finger in his mouth, he lubricated the head with a circular motion causing the cock to begin to stir.

I knew how he felt, I had my own memory of seeing David for the first time while he was sleeping. It is a private moment, not even shared with the boy. A moment when you thrill at the sight and feel of your boy and that he belongs to you. You wonder what it would feel like to have your cock in his mouth or to take his in yours. Would your cock in his ass be tighter than a woman? What would it be like to have this boy, who worships you, under your body with your cock inside of him? A chance to share that most intimate of acts together whenever you want.

Blair shifts his body in his sleep as his cock gets longer, harder, and begins to stand up on its own. Jonathan's finger continues to stroke the shaft as though memorizing the length and shape of it as it completes its erection. The boy has nice balls, loose soft skin that hangs down between his legs. As he shifts his legs apart, his father lifts them one at a time, pulling them tight and rolling the ball between his fingers. Blair is a sound sleeper, but his body reacts to the touching. His breathing shudders when his father plays with his balls. His legs twitch or stretch when he plays with his cock. It was fun to watch someone so unconsciously responsive.

Turning over in his sleep, the boy rubbed his stimulated cock against the bed, letting us see his beautiful butt clench and release. With Blair on his stomach, there was now enough room on the bed for Jonathan to lay down next to his son. The two of them together made a beautiful picture.

Jonathan's hands caressed his son's butt cheek. Even now he touched him softly, gently, still afraid he would wake up and demand to know what he was doing. Somehow, I didn't think Blair would mind that his father was playing with his body, but I understood Jonathan's hesitation. As though magically drawn, his fingers probed down between the two beautiful globes of flesh. He moistened his finger in his mouth and then placed it back into the crevice. With a circular motion, I could tell he was lubricating and probing his son's sphincter. Blair's reaction was to spread his legs a little more, encouragement for more stimulation of his anus. Another trip to his mouth and the moistened finger returned to push its way inside the muscled ring. Blair made the first audible sound I had heard so far. Jonathan froze, afraid he had gone too far. The butt cheeks clenched and Blair settled down again.

The long slow soft porn was getting to me. I had the sudden urge to be naked with the little boy I was sharing my chair with. Shifting the boy's weight around, I got my shirt off. Laying Liam across my lap, I managed to get his off as well. Holding him up against my chest, I worked my pants down and then Liam's. All my moving around gained me an audience. JD was watching me from the sofa, Bjørn asleep with his head in his lap.

I had made a resolution to myself, there would be no intimate relationship with Liam until the adoption was finalized. It was going to be a very hard resolution to keep. Now that we were both nude, I could feel his penis against my stomach as I cuddled him against my chest. I explored his butt with my hands, like Jonathan, wetting my finger and gently lubricating his sphincter. Liam was always so soft, his little boy body such a contrast to David's muscular one. When my finger went in, Liam squirmed against me causing my cock to jerk in anticipation. Jonathan wasn't the only one struggling tonight.

Jonathan removed his hand long enough to stroke himself a few times while he watched his son sleep. As though he was now addicted, within a few minutes he moistened his finger again and pushed it inside the tight ring of Blair's ass again. Blair made that same sound and clenched his butt. This time Jonathan didn't stop, but continued to slide his finger in as far as he could.

Keeping his finger in place, he struggled to get up on his knees, jacking himself with the other hand over Blair's butt as he finger fucked him. When he came for the second time that night, he did it quietly. Easing his finger out, he covered Blair and let him relax back into regular sleep.

Yes, Jonathan was going to be our boy from now on. Mission accomplished. But now I had a raging hard on and no release in sight. I resigned myself to spending time with my hand. Across from me, JD lifted Bjørn's head and stripped off his jeans. The curly blond's head was now holding down the mountain boy's big cock. I chuckled. I wouldn't mind a pillow like that.

Lifting Liam up, I struggled to my feet and we started for the stairs. JD woke the little shit and the four of us looked like the left overs from an all-night stag party. Climbing into bed with Liam, I watched JD and Bjørn come in to join us. JD had been sleeping with his newly acquired shadow, in other bedrooms. I guess you call a boy a little shit a couple of times and everyone gets the idea you don't like him. Go figure. I still wasn't sure how I felt about him being in my bed.

Settling down with Liam cuddled on top of me, I played some more with his butt hole, getting him to squirm and grind his penis against me in his sleep. I reached down to get myself off, when I felt a warm wet mouth beat me to it. Bjørn was bent over my cock, his butt up in the air. I made eye contact with JD who was kneeling on the bed behind the boney butt of the kid with my cock in his mouth. He made a show of slapping Bjørn's ass and then sinking a finger into him. Every time he shoved his finger deep, Bjørn made a low humming sound over my cock. It gave me shivers. JD kept it up and it wasn't very long at all before I was filling the kid's mouth with spunk.

JD laid down next to me and got the kid to hoover him too. Normally, I would have enjoyed watching JD fuck the kid's mouth with his big cock, but tonight I fell asleep before he had chance to add his seed to mine.

Chapter Twenty-three
Let the healing begin

I offered Jonathan and his boys the guest house for the duration of his college teaching spring break. Mary, who has been living there since her father disowned her, was invited to move in with Paul and Jax. They both love the pregnant teen and there has been talk of making an honest woman out of her before the baby is born. Because of her age, she would need parental permission to get married. JD has commented that it might need to be a shotgun wedding, but not because of the bride and groom.

Jason and Luke are back from military school on break and have started their therapy with Doctor John. The hunky doctor uses the great room of the guest cottage for his sessions. His boys, Blair and Little John, come over to the lodge with us while their father is in session. Liam has taken to playing with Little John, their favorite spot being the breakfast nook in the kitchen under Mary's watchful eye. Blair hangs out with David and Jax, and now that spring is here, they spend a lot of their time tramping through the woods.

Jonathan promised he would talk to me first before reporting to anyone outside of the community. Hopefully, he will never need to know about the blackmail video of him and his boys that Alex has stored in my special place. I confess, I have watched it several times. There is something about a father's first time with his sons that revs my engine.

According to Doctor John, David is rebuilding his perception of himself in relation to the world around him. It isn't so much that his conscience [superego] is repressed, as he doesn't trust it anymore. He warned us not to expect too much too soon. Therapy takes time.

In confidence, Jonathan confirmed that Bjørn was perfectly healthy and that if he did not meet our expectations, perhaps we needed to change our expectations. When I questioned his blackmailing with violence, he said Bjørn's empathy and conscience were not being repressed, he simply never had any. While he could be taught to act like he had feelings and regret, real feelings may be beyond him.

He still claims the device is nothing but a clever trick. Since I can't tell him his own sons' sudden physical affection was brought on by the device, we all must continue to ignore the elephant in the room.

o

"This trustee meeting of the Frasier's Ridge trust is called to order," I announced formally.

After taking care of the usual procedural issues, I made a new motion.

"I move Frasier's Ridge offer housing, food and education to a group of boys we shall call Grandpa's gang."

I told them about the boys at Grandpa's cabin and opened the floor for discussion.

"We have worked with these kids, and they are real go getters," Jan complimented them. "These kids don't expect a handout, they are more than willing to earn their own way if given the chance."

"I sympathize with their situation," Elizabeth stated, "but do we really want a herd of wild boys in the community without proper adult supervision?"

"You make them sound like cattle," Cindy said with disdain. "These are children, and I applaud their ambition and ingenuity. They deserve an education and a real chance at life. Would it be asking too much for us to be their surrogate parents?"

"Very generous," Josh interjected, "until you have over a dozen uncontrollable street kids stealing everything that isn't nailed down."

"That's unfair," Anders argued. "They have been in our home often, and nothing has gone missing. You liked them well enough at our open house!"

"You just want a harem of underage children for your porn industry," Elizabeth countered. "Which brings up the topic of illegal child pornography."

"Oh, it's okay to do underage children as long as you don't film it," Jan threw back.

The discussion did not get better. The motion was tabled until the next meeting. The vote had to be unanimous and to date, Elizabeth and Josh were so not on board.

o

The continuous surveillance of the Larsens was problematic. I certainly didn't want to spend all day watching their mundane activities. Alex had some alerts for suspicious activity, but it was not sufficient to detect coerced sex or illicit porno scenes. Unidentified individuals with guns or knives, for instance, triggered alarms. Trying to capture suspicious sexual activity, was far more challenging. Now that Jan and Anders knew I was monitoring them, they often setup scenarios to tease me. For instance, last night they addressed the camera as though speaking to an audience.

"Since we suspect you will probably watch this," Jan said with a smile, "we want you to know that we kind of get off on being watched."

The two muscle daddies were reclining on their bed with Christian in between them. While they held a conversation with the camera, they began unwrapping Christian like a Christmas present.

"You turned this down at the open house," Jan teased, "but we thought you should have another look. You might want to change your mind. Look at this cute little mouth. All the better to kiss. Hmm, he likes my tongue in his mouth. Did you kiss him? I can't remember."

Christian was all smiles and giggles as his daddies undressed him at the same time they shed some of their own clothes.

"What a cute little boy nipple," Anders said, fingering and pulling on it until Christian squealed. "I like to lick and bite them. Sometimes Christian will even get an erection just from me playing with his nipples."

"Of course, I like his little penis best," Jan said to the camera as he uncovered it. "Who wouldn't like licking and playing with a little boy's pride and joy? He likes it when I suck it hard, with all of it in my mouth, don't you?"

With the clothes gone, they arranged themselves naked with Christian between them as those posing for a family photo. There was no denying they were physically beautiful and sexually playful. Jan moved around to put his cock in Christian's mouth, while Anders lined up behind him to fuck his ass. Like the true porn star he is, the boy let them fuck his mouth and ass without protest.

"Wouldn't you like this in your bed?" Jan asked seductively. "I am sure we could work something out."

"Enjoy the show," Anders added, "you know we are."

And with those parting words, they continued to fuck, taking turns with each of their boy's holes until they climaxed. After that, both men gave all their attention to Christian, using their mouths and fingers to stimulate him to a happy ending.

o

In the new era of transparency, Jan asked David if he would like to star in another porn video. David's response was not only no, but hell no. On the other hand, JD offered to let himself be filmed with Bjørn. I admit to being curious and they provided a copy of the final edit for Alex to catalog.

We gathered in the great room for the premier screening. Bobby, the sheriff's gay son, was visiting and he settled in with JD and Bjørn who was dressed, but still on his leash. Liam was curled up with me in my favorite chair. I had broken out a simple dessert of ice cream with a chocolaty liqueur topping. Everyone was already in a good mood, and we were enjoying the warmth of a fire before the weather was too warm for one.

JD queued up the movie and it opened with a scene of a roaring campfire in the woods. As we watch JD and Bjørn moving around the campsite, the professional credits are tastefully integrated. The quality of the filming is excellent, and you feel as though you really are there. Of course, the huge wall screen might have something to do with it too.

In the movie, JD and Bjørn seem to be hunting buddies camping out. They drink and talk around the fire, laughing at something said and generally having a good time. As JD finishes his beer and tosses the can away, he attacks the younger boy, trying to kiss and grope him. Bjørn fights him off and the two wrestle on the ground. JD, obviously the larger and stronger of the two, manages to rip open his shirt and manhandle his nipple while forcing his tongue into his mouth. The two have words and then the wrestling continues until JD has him pinned without his shirt.

Dragging him along, JD attaches a rope to one wrist and throws the end over a tree branch. Skillfully restraining Bjørn against the trunk of the tree he gets him strung up. I knew JD had done something similar to Bobby in real life, when he suspected him of stealing. The scene also reminded me that JD's pa, the head of the local militia, had done something similar to him throughout his childhood. The reenactment was very realistic.

Bjørn appeared angry now, a look that was common for him anyway. JD took his time playfully dashing in to unfasten his jeans, grope him or tweak his nipple. Bjørn tried to defend himself, twisting and turning on his rope tether. When his jeans fell, he was hobbled, and JD thoroughly gropes him through his underwear. You see the outline of a something hard pushing against the thin fabric before JD rips them off.

So far, the movie is sexy, but not so unusual. The next part is as disturbing as it is erotic. They explained later that the two boys had agreed between themselves where and how much JD would scar Bjørn. As they explained it, some guys like tattoos, but Bjørn wanted strategically placed scars. I wondered how Jan and Anders felt about their porn star being scarred up?

JD removed his shirt and then produced a knife. Threatening Bjørn with it, he slashes his shoulder and along his side. The cuts are shallow, but they bleed a lot. Bjørn screams, and I doubt he was faking it. JD makes a show of licking blood off his fingers.

Removing his pants, the camera does a closeup of his impressive cock and balls. Positioning himself behind Bjørn, he holds him in place as he slashes him again. Caressing his hands up and down the tight skinny body, he holds him in place. One more time he makes two more cuts as Bjørn screams. A lot of blood is flowing now. It makes me wonder if Bjørn is getting dizzy from blood loss.

The camera moves around behind and we get a closeup of Bjørn's ass and tiny anus. It seems impossible that JD could get all his big cock into that tiny hole. There is no rush, and JD teases the boy, touching him everywhere while he hangs helpless. Finally, he closes the distance and there is a closeup as he pushes himself inside. You can hear Bjørn protest, but the camera continues to show the penetration. As the frame widens you can see Bjørn's face contorted in pain. Knowing that Bjørn really doesn't like anything up his butt, and knowing how big JD is, his willingness to take it impressed me.

The fucking is slow and masterful. When JD finally works himself in balls deep, he hugged Bjørn around the waist shoving himself in even further. Having achieved full penetration, he kisses Bjørn long and hard. Both boys show the camera tongue action as Bjørn succumbs to JD.

The movie continues with Bjørn being fucked in different positions. The blood drying on his skin. The look in his eye seems disoriented, as though the blood and sex has worn him out.

The final scene is of the two of them lying on their sleeping bags. The camera roves over their bodies, showing Bjørn's cuts as well as JD's scars. You see the two of them kiss and then settle down in each other's arms.

I congratulated them on the movie, because – what else do you do. I asked to see Bjørn's scars, and he showed them to everyone. They were small scars, hardly noticeable. The scars on his shoulder looked like three horizontal lines. Like a bar code in his flesh. The ones on his side were similar but vertical. Would scarring become a fad? God, I hoped not.

o

Alex announced visitors at the door. I went to greet Doctor John and both of his boys. As they joined the rest of us in the great room, I offered them some dessert. Fortunately, they had not come while JD and Bjørn's porno was playing. I was not at all confident yet that Jonathan would not turn us in to child social services or the police. He looked askance at Bjørn's collar and leash, but the boy was at least dressed. David joined us, fresh from his workout on the lower level. He was still skittish about anything having to do with movie porn.

Bobby introduced himself to Blair and I suspect they may have common interests. Little John headed straight for his friend Liam, and together they took over my chair. Before everyone settled, Alex announced Jan and guests at the door. It seems Jan had hired a couple of grandpa's boys for a production. He assured me; it would be shot at a remote location. The boys were indistinguishable from any local middle-class family. It made me wonder what they would look like, and what they would be doing, in Jan's new porno.

The older boys gathered over a tablet, whooping and hollering about some web site or other. If Elizabeth were here, she would have described them as a herd of boys. I loved hearing the happy noise and feeling the youthful energy. It felt right – the right place, the right people, the right approach, just – right. Jonathan joined me in the kitchen as I rustled up more dessert.

"I love it here," he admitted. "I love the mountains, the cabins, the people, the kids. This place grows on you."

"Like a fungus?" I teased. "A barnacle? A pimple?"

"Deflection, really?" he admonished. "So, when are you going to come and see me officially?"

"Oh, no. Trust me, you do not want to be digging around in my head."

"Is that what you think we do?" he chuckled. "Dig around in people's heads? What is it you are afraid of?"

"Myself," I admitted.

"Being the patriarch of a community like this must be stressful," he commented, sticking his finger in the ice cream and licking it. "Just know, I am here for you. Whatever you need."

I stopped what I was doing and really looked at him. Was there something missing in my life? Maybe.

"It seems to be contagious," Jonathan continued. "My relationship with my own boys has been…more intimate…since we have been here. It is both wonderful and disturbing all at the same time."

"Would you ever consider staying?" I suggested timidly.

He paused for a long time. "Maybe."

We grinned at each other and loaded up with desserts to hand out to the herd.

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