Chapter 1
The Estate

I've had my career. Two of them in fact. When I was young and idealistic, I pursued a career in social work. Trying to solve other people's problems seemed like a good way to make the world a better place. It didn't, however, make me wealthy, and I learned rather quickly there are always more people with more problems. I did better in my second more business-oriented career, but not as well as my brother, who until his demise reminded me of the fact constantly.

That is how I ended up inheriting his house. I suppose a house with fifteen bedrooms and 13 baths should reasonably be called a mansion, not a house. Considering the gated entrance, the gardens, pool, tennis courts and a carriage house, it could also qualify as an estate.

I am not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, but what do you do with such a thing? As a retired single man, cycling through the bedrooms every two weeks doesn't seem like a worthwhile activity. I can't picture myself as the host of a B&B. Serving hors d'oeuvres to chatty overweight couples wearing flip flops and muumuus, would truly be hell incarnate. The answer came unexpectedly, when an old colleague of mine asked me to read a case file and give him my opinion.

Case files are usually the answer to insomnia. This one, however, read like a porn novel. The more I read, the more fascinated I became. A thirteen-year-old boy was taken from drug addicted parents, who pimped him out to supplement their income, and placed in foster care.

I confess! I like boys. I like tall boys, short boys, young boys, older boys, all kinds of boys. I like to talk to them, listen to them, touch them, play with them, suck and fuck them. Most of all, I like to figure out what makes them tick. I knew right away after reading about him – I wanted this boy. Begging my colleague to make temporary arrangements, I promised to take him off his hands very soon.

Setting up a half-way house is not as easy as it sounds. There are housing requirements, licensing and certifications. You need staff; a house manager, cook, cleaning and maintenance services. Finally, and most importantly, you need contacts.

***

"Thank you, your honor, for seeing me," I said to the juvenile court judge, an old friend of mine.

"Oh, stop it Luke," she reprimanded me. "How the heck are you? How long has it been, twenty years?

"Hmm, at least all of that," I agreed. "You seem to have done alright for yourself." Christine and I had been colleagues back in the day.

"Rumor is you are starting up a half-way house," she said raising an eye brow. "I'm already working with a couple of programs. The religious folks run the Tuff Luv home and there is another one run like a military boot camp. Of course, the juvenile detention center handles most of my cases. What's your place called?"

"Hell's Gate," I announced. Christine raised both eyebrows. "I think it sounds appropriately ominous, don't you? Think if you were a kid assigned to 'Hell's Gate'. Would that scare the bejesus out of you?"

"I never took you for the religious type, either for or against," Christine observed.

"Oh, I'm not. I just find the symbology and imagery useful in our line of work, don't you?"

"You were always one for dramatics," she said shaking her head.

"I even officially changed my name to Lucifer, Luc for short. Look, I'm not trying to steal clients," I assured her. "I'll take the left overs your other programs don't want."

"Really?" she questioned with disbelief. "Those are pretty hard core. What makes you think you can handle them."

"You know me, I'm an out-of-the-box kind of guy," I assured her. "If you reassign them to me as the social worker and you handle the court oversight, it would give me enough room to keep them in line."

"Yeah, I get it," she said, acknowledging the logic. "Kids have figured out how to use the system. Discipline them and they run to their caseworker and make up a good story. I have heard it a thousand times myself."

"I'm not looking for special treatment, I know you have your job to do. I just figured we could help each other out," I offered, knowing there are always kids that fall through the cracks. "I figure I could also pick up a few private clients. Parents who can't control their kids and are willing to pay for an alternative."

"Certainly a market for that these days," she acknowledged. "Got to warn you though, I can't have you torturing kids. That military group thought stress positions and water boarding was a legitimate punishment. I'm flexible, but there are lines you can't cross."

"Got it," I agreed. "So, are you familiar with the thirteen-year-old sex addict case?"

"Yes, he is driving the juvenile detention staff nuts," she admitted. "They want me to commit him to the looney bin."

"I want him," I said adamantly.

"Really?" she questioned with a look of delight. "He's yours. Draw up the papers and I will sign the court order today."

Chapter 2
Kes

The van from juvie stopped at the gates and buzzed the intercom for entry. The place was still a mess, even though it was up to code and had passed the necessary inspections. I didn't have any staff yet. I needed to find time to begin interviewing for house managers. Right now, it was just me and my first new resident being delivered to the front door.

After signing the paperwork, it was time for intake. Unfortunately, kids from foster care or juvie are not always 'in good condition'.

"Hey guy, welcome to Hell's Gate," I said cheerfully to the tall gangly teen, holding out my hand to shake. "What's your name?"

Of course, I already knew his name, but I wanted him to give me a verbal response. He left my hand hanging, so I took it back. He just slouched and looked at his shoes while I carried the conversation. He had a suitcase and some bags with clothes and personal items.

"Let me help you with your things," I continued ignoring his rude lack of response.

We wrestled his luggage and earthly possessions into the reception room. The reception room is a small sitting room just off the foyer that I decided to use to receive visitors and new residents.

"Have a seat," I said gesturing to a straight back chair I had pulled into the middle of the room. He grudgingly sat down while he avoided looking at me directly.

"I know this will seem a little strange, but I need to inspect your hair," I explained walking around in front of him and removing his baseball cap. "Juvie has a problem with head lice and bed bugs and I want to be sure you haven't brought any with you." I started running my fingers through his hair, checking the roots for telltale critters and lice eggs.

"Have you felt itchy or had anything bite, especially at night?" I asked. No response. "Ahh, I see some hitchhikers, we have to do something about those."

I continued to finger comb his nice thick dark hair, assessing how extensive the infestation was. As I worked, I felt a very subtle pressure on the front of my pants. Glancing down, I saw the boy's fingers tracing the outline of my genitals through the cloth of my suit. At any other agency, this would have triggered an immediate negative response and rejection. Not only did I not object, I liked it.

"I'm afraid guy, the best way to get rid of these things is to cut your hair. Then I will give you a special shampoo, to use for the next few days," I chatted on, not expecting a response anymore. "You wait right there and I will get my clippers."

As I moved away, he had to drop his hand away from my crotch, but the damage was already done. My cock was hard enough to be obvious and I caught him looking at it.

***

"This is going to be a little messy, so why don't you remove your shirt," I suggested returning with the equipment I needed. Not waiting for permission, I grabbed the bottom of his t-shirt and pulled it up over his head. "I am going to need to launder all of your clothes anyway."

He had a long thin torso. His shoulders were too wide for the rest of him, but he would have that cherished triangular body shape once he grew into them. His waist was impossibly small and like most foster kids, he didn't have an ounce of extra fat.

I used a thin guard on the clippers to give him a close-cropped cut that with his thick dark hair made his hairline look like it was tattooed on. He had a nice shaped head and after tapering off the sides with the clippers minus the guard, it looked good if I do say so myself. I pulled him up off the chair and turned him towards a wall mirror. The mirror showcased him from his broad bare shoulders up. He rubbed his hand over the top of his head, feeling the close cut. While he didn't break out in giggles, I got the impression he approved.

"Now, do you have pubic hair?" I asked bluntly. "If you do, we should shave it off so you don't have to worry about lice or crabs."

He didn't answer me, which was getting a bit annoying. Turning him around by the shoulders to face me, I unfastened his pants, unzipped and yanked them down. He didn't fight me or try to cover himself. Removing his tennies, I got him out of his pants. It is likely he was strip searched at juvie, so the routine was not all that unexpected. Pulling down his underwear, he accepted being naked without complaint.

He seemed to be in the middle of puberty, an early bloomer, with some hair on his genitals. His balls hung down a bit, and I was sure, if he would talk, that his voice was changing as well. His circumcised cock was soft, but not flaccid.

"Leave everything here and come with me," I instructed heading off through the foyer and up the stairs without checking to see if he was following.

"This will be your room for now."

I gestured to a doorway that opened into a bedroom with its own bath. A number of bedrooms were accessed from the second-floor balcony that ran around three sides of the grand entranceway. I watched him climb the rest of the way up the stairs naked and enjoyed the view. Inside the bedroom suite, I pulled him with me into the bath after collecting some shaving supplies from the linen closet.

Running some water in the sink, I worked up soap lather in my hand and applied it to his groin area. My hand brushed his penis and scrotum and I heard his breath catch. After following up with shaving cream, I squatted down and began shaving off the little bit of pubes he had.

"This will all grow back of course, but the less hair you have for critters to hide in, the better," I assured him. "You will thank me when your balls stop itching."

I pulled on his scrotum so I could shave off the peach fuzz growing there. Shaving someone's balls is a tricky procedure and requires a bit of manhandling to accomplish it without bloodshed.

"If you value your balls, you will hold still," I warned. "Nothing hurts worse than a razor cut on your ball sac."

Finishing up, I ran my hand over his smooth abdomen, down over his cock and gripped his smooth balls. Next, I shaved his long skinny legs, making sure they were as smooth and hairless as the rest of him.

"You a swimmer?" I chattered on. "Olympic swimmers shave their arms and legs regularly."

Standing back up, I had him hold out his arms. Since he had dark body hair, it was easy to find what little bit had sprouted. Pushing his arms up, I took care of his armpits. Running my hands over his upper body, I checked for anything I had missed.

"Now comes the part you won't like," I cautioned him. "I am sure you have had cavity searches before. I need to be sure you aren't bringing in any drugs. Let's start by having you open your mouth."

I watched to see if he swallowed anything. If someone is hiding something in their mouth, when challenged, the first thing they do is swallow it. Putting on a rubber glove, I ran my finger around the inside of his mouth checking to see if he was hiding anything between his cheek and gums.

"Turn around and lean on the sink cabinet and spread your legs."

Squatting down again, I spread his butt cheeks to check for any stray hairs. Finding it hairless, I lubed my finger and rubbed it across his sensitive asshole.

"You are going to feel some pressure, try to relax," I instructed as I stood up behind him and pressed my gloved finger into him.

Some agencies think you can detect body packing by making a boy squat and cough. I'm old school. The only sure way to check is a finger, a scope or an enema. Body packing is when drugs are put in a condom or other container and forced up the rectum. Drug mules can carry 20 to 30 packets that way. I didn't really think this boy was a drug mule, but it would have been negligent of me not to check for contraband.

As my finger slid in, he leaned heavily on the counter and spread his legs, more to relieve the pressure than to give me access. I took my time on the pretense of letting him adjust. I liked the warm feeling of my finger inside of him and the rest of my hand caressed his skinny butt cheek.

He didn't move or complain, but I could hear him breathing heavy as I moved my finger around inside of him.

"Almost finished," I assured him. "And then I will get your clothes washed while you take a shower."

While I talked, I pressed my finger in as far as I could reach being sure to caress his prostate on the way.

"Here is some special medicated shampoo you need to use on your hair. It will kill off any lice eggs we may have missed by getting rid of your hair. Scrub yourself good. You don't want to infect your new quarters with bed bugs or lice. Okay?" I instructed, gesturing to a bottle of shampoo and body lotion I had set out on the counter.

He didn't answer, but I no longer expected that he would. Pulling my finger out, I stripped off the glove and threw it away. The boy didn't move, just watched himself and me in the mirror. I wasn't sure he was going to do what I had instructed him to do.

"Is there something bothering you?" I asked seeing his troubled eyes reflected in the mirror. "Is it about your things?"

He nodded.

"I have to wash all your clothes to get rid of the lice. Do you want to get them out for me?" I asked.

He nodded with a grateful look on his face. Touching his back, I herded him back down the stairs so that he could unpack his own clothes. Of course, I was going to have to inspect everything in his luggage anyway, but I was willing to let him have the illusion of privacy.

Loaded down with his clothes, I made sure he went back up the stairs to shower before I hauled everything into the laundry. By the time he came back down wrapped in a towel, I was finished inspecting and disinfecting his gear.

***

The rest of the day was taken up with getting the new kid settled in and setting up some interviews for the next day. Except for being mute and some intimate touching, he reacted as expected. It is tough for kids to be shuttled around like cattle. His longest stay in any one place in the last two years was only a couple of months.

Dinner was a bit awkward. What do you talk about to a stranger who doesn't participate in the conversation? Even so, I felt that he had a good heart and an old soul. All things considered, by the time we turned in, I knew we had made a good start.

Since I still didn't have a house manager, I decided I needed to take a bedroom close by for now. A new apartment over the carriage house was finished for me just recently. Staying outside of the main house would give me some much-needed privacy once the house was in full swing. I wasn't used to living with anyone.

Shortly after midnight, I became aware of someone in the room. I didn't panic, as I had anticipated I might get a nighttime visit. The shadow knelt down by the side of the bed and I felt his hand moving over the covers. When he found my body, he outlined my genitals through the covers just like he had several times during the day through my pants. After a few minutes of caressing, I felt his other hand worm its way under the covers to touch my bare leg. The hand on top of the covers disappeared and the feather light touch of his fingers moved up my leg.

Until now, my actions with this boy, even the intimate ones, could be explained away as necessary house intake procedures. I knew from experience that no matter man, woman, boy or girl; sex was often used as a weapon to gain leverage. Is that what he was doing?

The hand moved between my legs and fingers danced along my shaft. The touch was light, hesitant, as though waiting for me to react.

If he was actually a sex addict as his case file suggested, it was wrong for him to be punished for it. It would be like punishing a kid for being left-handed. How many thirteen-year-old sex addicts are there? I'm thinking not many, but it was still a possibility.

The fingers ran over my scrotum, feeling and lifting each ball separately before letting it go. A man my age doesn't get a lot of action from young boys. My cock reacted accordingly. Slowly, ever so slowly, he pulled the covers down exposing my body to the night air.

I could stop him, but of course, I didn't want to. Should I set the limits to this little session, or wait to see how far he would take it? The covers were down past my waist. I was going to have to decide soon.

With the covers out of the way, his hands pushed my legs farther apart. Everything was done ever so slowly and carefully. Did he think I was still sleeping? When my legs were positioned where he wanted them, he crept onto the bed between them. The feel of his tongue on the bottom of my scrotum was delicious.

I understood now how the previous foster parents had allowed themselves to be seduced. The slow, expert attention from this attractive young teen was irresistible. Man, woman or child; anyone who says they don't enjoy having good oral sex performed on them, is a liar.

Having bathed my balls repeatedly, he moved up the shaft licking and touching. I knew I didn't have the willpower to make him stop. My cock bounced up and down on its own as blood surged into it. Still not acknowledging his presence, I let myself relax and enjoy it. My legs touched all along his body as he lay partially on top of them. I wanted to explore his body with my hands in the worst way, but I held back.

My mind churned with possibilities. Had he been trained as a rent boy? Maybe it was no more complicated than he liked to suck dick. If he told someone about this, would Hell's Gate be short lived? Hell, would the rest of my retirement be spent behind bars?

When he put his mouth over the head of my cock, I couldn't keep myself from moaning. It felt so good. The slow progress down the shaft made the anticipation of his warm mouth enough to make me climax. I kept myself from shooting only because I didn't want him to stop. It took him a good three minutes to slowly slide my cock into his mouth, until he was deep throating it. His mouth was an oven, so warm, so good.

How do you know what is going on inside the mind of a boy who won't talk? In my line of work, we rely almost exclusively on verbal communication. Now I had nothing but observing his actions and body language to go on. Right now, his body language was saying fuck me, and I really, really wanted to do it.

His fingers squeezed the base of my cock, pulling it up towards his mouth as he increased the speed and suction over the head and down the shaft. After a half dozen repeats of that action, I couldn't keep it back any longer. I spurted gobs of spunk into his hot mouth and he dutifully swallowed every drop of it.

As I lay boneless, breathless, and wondering what to do next, the boy decided for me. Curling up next to me under my arm, he settled in and immediately went to sleep. It was apparent that he didn't expect me to reciprocate, although I was more than willing to do so. How could I sleep with the temptation of a delicious naked young boy lying within easy reach? Although I was named after the devil, I was a saint that night.

***

The next morning, I went for my early morning swim. Laps in the pool is an integral part of my fight against looking and acting like an old fart. I left the boy in my bed, unmolested and still sleeping, damn it. Enjoying one of the few remaining days I would be able to swim nude before boys and staff invaded my privacy, I stroked the first of my mandatory 30 laps. Before reaching my second turn, I heard a splash. My unscheduled bed partner was now also my swim partner.

Determined to ignore him, I continued my workout figuring I would soon be able to outpace him. I should know better than to compete with a long-armed kid a fifth my age. He seemed to easily pace with me and I suspected he was holding back. Could he be kind hearted enough to not want to show me up?

Climbing out of the pool, I rested, sitting on the edge with a towel around my shoulders. I watched my naked swim mate approach, water beading on his close-cropped hair, face, and streaming down his flat chest. Kneeling in the pool in front of me, he tried to take my soft cock in his mouth. I held him back with both hands on his shoulders.

"Hold on guy," I scolded. "That exercise is not on the agenda right now. Why don't you go rinse the chlorine off and we will have breakfast in about an hour."

Feeling pretty pleased with myself that I had resisted his boyish charm, I dressed for my daily run. Before I had a chance to get out of the gate, the boy came sprinting down the drive in just a pair of school issued track shorts. With his long legs and torso, the small shorts covering his waist looked obscenely small. Oh my God! If temptation was the work of the devil, this kid was Satan himself. As he breezed by me, I scrambled to keep him in sight. I liked staying behind him so I could watch the muscles in his back and the tantalizing glimpses of lower butt cheeks when the shorts rode up his butt crack.

At the turnaround point, we faced each other sweating profusely and catching our breath. I hadn't noticed before, but he was almost as tall as me. Another growth spurt and he would be basketball center tall. He looked good with his close-cropped hair and smooth shaved arms and legs. I smiled at him and nodded appreciatively. At least today, he was looking me in the eyes. Pacing each other all the way back to the mansion, it surprised me that I actually enjoyed the company.

After a hot shower, I wandered down to the kitchen, figuring we could make do today with cold cereal. The boy had beat me to it and was busy at the counter mixing up pancake batter.

"Damn boy, you are good for one hundred and one uses, aren't you?" I joked. He didn't respond except maybe a slight quirk of the mouth. "You made coffee! You are now officially my favorite."

Of course, he was my only resident, but it still seemed to please him to be my favorite. Not only had he made coffee but he had made it in the French press with freshly ground coffee beans instead of the automatic coffee maker. The brew was strong and rich, just the way I liked it. Standing there still dressed in his little running shorts, if he was trying to make me like him to get leverage over me, it was working.

"I need you to help me today," I said as we dug into the stack of pancakes. He looked up at me inquisitively. "I am expecting a number of local college students to come by to interview for the house manager position. I would like for you to let them in the gate and then have them wait in the reception room. You know, the room we used when you came yesterday."

He frowned for a moment, but then nodded his head once before returning to his breakfast.

"You could offer them some coffee or a bottled water and I will come and get them when I am ready. Could you do that?"

He bobbed his head again without looking up. I wondered how he was going to manage as host without speaking. It didn't seem to concern him much.

***

I had left cattle call notices at the local college jobs office and posted the same on the psychology department bulletin board. Flexible hours, salaried, supervised hands-on juvenile casework – no prior experience required, board and room included. What's not to like? I had no idea what kind of response I would get.

After putting a couple of my trusty wireless spy cameras in place, I made sure my boy was ready to meet and greet. These new little wireless battery powered cameras are useful for all kinds of surveillance, both wicked and benign. Checking the feed, I could see my young host decked out in a fresh pair of jeans and a tight-fitting black tank top. With his wide shoulders, the tank top showed lots of shoulder and upper chest. The slight bumps of his nipples interrupted the otherwise smooth stretch of ribbed fabric over his long slender torso. Perfect.

The first contestant was a nice-looking guy with brown hair and a neatly trimmed goatee. He was dressed up in a fresh polo shirt and chinos. He looked surprised when my young host opened the door. The boy did a Vanna White (famous hostess of Wheel of Fortune – known for silent gesturing) towards the reception room. Mr. Goatee took a seat on the sofa, nervously smoothing his pants with his hands. My silent host disappeared for a minute to reappear with a tray of bottled water and a small carafe of coffee. Offering the contents of the tray with gestures worthy of Marcel Marceau, the nervous interviewee waved off refreshments.

Setting down the tray, the boy sat down next to the older college student, invading his space. Mr. Goatee's body language was of immediate rejection. Crossing his arms, he leaned away from the boy. Undeterred, the boy reached in to caress the front of his pants. Slapping away his hand, Mr. Goatee jumped to his feet and backed away.

"What the hell do you think you are doing?" he questioned the boy angrily. The boy kept a calm 'who me' look on his face. "I don't need this shit."

Thus ended my first interview before it ever started. We went through a couple more before someone more promising came along.

My young host was really getting into the part now. I got the impression he was actually trying to see how fast he could get them to flee. Finally, a young geeky looking college guy in glasses gave him a run for his money.

After showing him into the reception room and offering refreshments, the boy did his usual invasion of space by sitting right next to the guy on the sofa. While looking surprised, the guy put his arm along the back of the sofa and sat back. To the casual observer, he looked perfectly at ease.

"Are you a resident here or are you one of the staff's kids?" he asked pleasantly. After waiting for a response, he added, "Not much of a conversationalist, are you? That's okay, most people talk too much anyway, don't you think?"

Taking advantage of the relaxed posture of the friendly guy, my boy went in for the money shot. With his hand on the guy's crotch, he kneaded the fabric looking for the bone.

"Whoa guy, I usually get dinner and a movie first," he joked, but otherwise stayed still.

As I had experienced firsthand, my boy is persistent and he apparently found what he was looking for. Mr. Glasses bucked a bit when the boy hit pay dirt, but didn't otherwise panic.

"You just looking for some attention?" he questioned the boy, trying to make eye contact. "Maybe we could just talk for a bit? You can talk, can't you? I mean you are not mute or something?"

After rescuing the guy from his host, I immediately hired him. I needed someone who was calm, caring but also practical and able to handle themselves in any situation. I also preferred someone who was gay, bi or at least gay friendly. Not many macho straight guys will let themselves be groped by a teenage boy.

My second hit was late in the afternoon. This guy was model material and I was sure he would be out the door in less than five minutes. My host went through the whole routine. But when he tried to intimidate Mr. Gorgeous with a hand on his junk, the guy just spread his legs a little enjoying the massage.

"You got a nice set of shoulders," the Adonis complimented. "I bet if you put some meat on those bones you would have a killer chest."

Ignoring the hand in his crotch, Mr. Cool gripped the kid's shoulder as if measuring his bone density. The kid's reaction was immediate hero worship. You could see he didn't just want to feel this guy up, he wanted to be him. It's hard to impress a teen now days. This guy had something money can't buy. Well actually you can – and I did.

***

After posting a sign on the gate saying the positions were filled, I collapsed on the sofa next to my accomplice.

"You did good today," I told him putting my arm across the sofa back behind him. "Do you know why you did good?"

His eyes said no, but he showed interest in the answer.

"I hired those guys based primarily on how they treated you," I explained. "I mean, heaven is a bit snobbish. They only want good people." I made air quotes around the good.

"If you can't be accepted here at Hell's Gate, then where? Right?" I questioned. He snuggled in under my arm, putting his hand on my upper thigh.

"I have decided I am going to call you Kesabel. Do you know who that is?" I asked making him look up at me. He frowned.

"He was an angel." He made a snorting sound.

"A fallen angel," I continued. "He was the second angel to follow Lucifer out of heaven. He was known for seducing men. From now on, you are Kes."

I rested my chin on the top of his head as his hand found my zipper and snuck inside.

Chapter 3
Aba

I had moved in over the weekend. The mansion is the most awesome place I have ever stayed. How will I ever go back to a dorm room after this? As co-house managers, Thor and I were assigned two suites in the west wing. It sounds so cool when I say I live in a suite in the west wing.

Luc says we should never use our real names in the house. There have been cases where juvie offenders hunt down staff years after their incarceration is over and take revenge. So, I am Loki and my co-house manager is Thor. Thor lives up to the Norse mythology; he looks like a living god in a human body. Me, not so much.

My first full day on the job, we got a new intake. Just my luck. Luc gave us the details in the morning meeting.

"The referral from juvie is a fifteen-year-old druggie. His original offense was selling and taking drugs at school. He has been through Tuff Luv and Boot Camp programs. He was able to obtain and sell drugs throughout his stay in both. Staff were not able to find his inside dealer or determine if he was smuggling the drugs in from the outside," Luc lectured. "Same story after he was transferred to juvie."

"If they can't stop the drug train with him incarcerated in juvie, how are we supposed to do it?" I asked.

"Good question," Luc responded. "I have acquired two trained security dogs. Duke and Daisy will be loose on the grounds after lights out to prevent anyone from coming or going. You will need to get acquainted with them if you expect to be out late at night. Otherwise, it will be up to you to figure out the rules and how to enforce them in the house."

"When is he coming?" I asked.

"I would expect him anytime now," Luc said glancing at the clock. "I have the intake checklist for you. Let me know how it goes. If you need help, I will be in the office wading through the paperwork."

"One more question if you don't mind," I said hesitantly. "What about Kes?"

Kes was the boy who had grabbed my crotch when I came for the job interview. I had run into him a few times since then and he had his hands all over me. I'm not a prude, but it still made me feel awkward.

"Try to accept him or ignore him as you think best," Luc said thoughtfully. "I would like to avoid any kind of rejection on our part. He hasn't been here long and without verbal communication, we just don't know enough to start any kind of behavior modification. Do you concur?"

We both nodded. It felt exciting to be part of actual cases with real clients. It made studying psychology so much more relevant.

"Both of you were chosen because I felt you would not be shy about personal interaction with the boys. I have every confidence you will do well."

With that, the meeting broke up. Shortly after, the van from juvie rolled in and I was on deck.

"Okay, let's get all your stuff in here for now," I instructed. It took a couple of trips to get everything into the reception room. The kid seemed to have a lot of clothes.

The boy was fashionably dressed and his pale blond hair was full of product. I wondered how he could afford a wardrobe and expensive hair care products while in juvie. Now that I thought about it, his eyes looked a bit glassy. Was the kid on something even now?

"If you could stand over here, I need to check your hair for head lice," I said in my most authoritarian voice.

"No man," the boy objected. "You ain't messing with my hair."

He made hand motions as though to ward off any interference from me.

"Sorry, but it's required," I insisted. "I will try not to mess it up too much."

He fussed some more and I had to grab his arm to keep him from backing away.

"Hey! Don't touch me man," he warned. "I don't like to be touched."

This was not going well at all and I wasn't even to the hard part yet.

"Like I said, it's required. So, if you don't want me to touch you, you need to cooperate," I instructed, starting to get annoyed.

He finally stood still as I inspected his hair. Parting his hair with my fingers, I saw enough to be confident he wasn't infected. Good, I couldn't imagine trying to convince him to let me cut his hair. Since he was bug free, I figured we could do the rest of the inspection in his room.

"I still need to inspect everything, but let's get your stuff up to your room," I prompted trying to be friendly. "Ride over go okay?"

All I got back was a surly noise. Loaded up like pack mules, I had him go up the stairs in front of me. On the second-floor balcony, I directed him to the room next to Kes.

"Just put your stuff down here in the middle of the room. It all has to be inspected before you can put it away," I instructed. "Because of your history of contraband, I am required to do a cavity search first thing."

"God you perverts can't wait to get your hands on my ass," he spat out disgustedly. "Listen, I will give you everything I have if we can just skip all that."

"Sorry, take your clothes off and put them with the rest of your stuff," I continued, arranging the luggage on the floor in neat rows. "I don't like it any more than you do, but we don't allow any drugs in the house."

"I said I'd give you everything I have. I promise," he pleaded. "Can't you give me a chance? Isn't it better if I cooperate? I really want to start over; I'm not looking for any trouble."

"How do I know you are being straight with me?" I asked, looking him in the eye.

"Look, here," he offered, picking up a big leather satchel. "I want you to see you can trust me. You would never find this unless I showed it to you."

He separated the two handles of the satchel and then unrolled a portion of the leather strap. A small bag of pills dropped out.

"Look, that's all I have. Honest!"

He was right, I never would have found it. Maybe trusting him would be the best way to start out on the right foot.

"Okay, I'm going to search the rest of your stuff and if I don't find anything, then I am going to trust you this time," I warned. "But if you are lying to me, it will be twice as bad next time."

"Right, you won't be sorry. You can trust me," he said convincingly.

I went through his stuff while he sat on the bed watching. The kid was a clothes hound and there was a whole duffle bag full of personal care products. He was definitely high maintenance, but I had to admit it worked for him.

"Alright, you can put your stuff away," I said preparing to leave. "A list of the rules and the house schedule is on the desk. Be sure to read them. You have some time before lunch to get acquainted with the house and grounds. Welcome to Hell's Gate."

Maybe that wasn't so bad after all. I headed down to the office to proudly show Luc the contraband I had collected.

***

"Here are the pills I found in his luggage. He gave them up voluntarily," I said optimistically. "The fact that he cooperated is a good sign, isn't it?"

"He played you," the boss responded. "He gave up a sample to get you off his back. He didn't cooperate, he lied to you."

Luc didn't look at me, he was watching a monitor on his desk. It took me a bit to realize it was a video stream of the kid's room. There was a hidden camera! Was that even legal?

"I want you to go back to his room and keep an eye on him. Don't let him go into the bathroom or anywhere else alone. I will be over in a minute."

Luc didn't sound angry or even impatient, but there was no doubt that I had screwed up. I hurried back to keep an eye on the kid.

"I didn't think we were going to meet up again until lunch," the kid said looking up at me with a puzzled expression when I hustled into his room without knocking.

"The director wants to meet with you," I warned him. "He is on his way right now."

"Why? I didn't do anything," he said standing up and heading towards the bathroom. "I thought we were cool."

"Stop. I need you to stay right here," I demanded.

"I have to pee, man," he whined. "You don't want me to wet my pants."

"I said stop." I repeated firmly.

"You best do what he says," Luc added, coming into the room and taking charge. "Loki, would you ask Thor to join us, we are going to need some help with this."

"What's with the names?" the kid questioned nervously. "Sounds like some kind of comic book convention."

"Strip and lay down on the bed," Luc commanded, coming into the room and moving towards the boy.

I hustled down to the west wing to collect some muscle.

"Thor, you better come. The shit is about to hit the fan and we need you," I said, sticking my head into his room.

He didn't argue, just dropped what he was doing and came with me. When we arrived, the kid was still trying to argue with Luc. I could have told him that was a bad idea.

"Look, you know the drill," Luc said calmly. "If you don't comply right now, we are prepared to use force."

"He said if I cooperated, I wouldn't have to go through this shit," the kid yelled, pointing at me.

Luc motioned to us and we each grabbed the kid by an arm. He tried to fight us off, but we managed to get him face down on the bed. Luc did something at the headboard and handed me a wrist restraint. Geesh, built in restraints? Maybe this place really is hell. With the restraints on his wrists and ankles, the kid couldn't do much more than flop around like a fish.

"This isn't legal," the kid yelled. "I'm reporting you to my case worker. I know my rights."

"Go ahead," Luc replied. "No, really, go ahead." The kid just looked puzzled and continued to yank at the restraints. "I'm your new case worker and I would be happy to hear whatever you want to report."

"You don't get it," the kid said sarcastically. "I'm going to report you and this whole fancy place is going to be history."

Luc got on the bed next to the kid and jerked his head back by the hair.

"No, you don't get it," Luc said in a kind of low creepy voice. "You're fucked. You have used up all your chances and now you really are in hell." The kid was starting to look a little scared. I am sure no one else had handled him like this before.

"While you are here, I'm going to call you Abaddon the destroyer," Luc whispered, his lips almost touching the kid's ear. "Because, you are destroying your life and everyone around you."

Still holding the kid by the hair, Luc pulled a switchblade out of his pocket and flipped it open. I admit, he was scaring the piss out of me and I wasn't the one tied to the bed. He inserted the blade up the kid's shirt sleeve and sliced it open all the way to his neck. Letting go of his hair, he did the same to the sleeve on the other side. The stupid kid still kept thrashing around. I was sure he was going to get himself cut. Grabbing the bottom of his shirt, the knife slit it up the back. With one pull, the kid was naked from the waist up.

"So, Aba, this is how it is going to work," Luc said as calmly as if he were commenting on the weather. "I am going to strip you naked and then I am going to stick a scope up your ass. If I don't find anything in there, you will get an apology and a big sloppy kiss. But – if I do find something, you are going to get as many enemas as it takes until you are so clean up there I could each lunch off your ass."

"Pervert!" the newly christened Aba spat out. "You won't get away with this. You can all go to hell!"

"Well, I didn't change my name to Lucifer for nothing," Luc chuckled.

Running his hand down the kid's back, Luc grabbed the back of his pants and inserted the knife. With the super sharp knife, he split the kid's pants and underwear from waist to crotch exposing his white butt crack.

Thor jumped in and pulled off the kid's shoes and socks, while Luc finished slicing up each pant leg. Like a magic trick, he yanked the pants away in one swift motion. Now that he was naked, the kid's pale blond hair contrasted with the dark tan he had on his back and legs. His tight butt was Casper white and, as he struggled, there were flashes of blond peach fuzz on his balls hanging down between his legs.

With Luc kneeling over him, the kid was clenching his butt cheeks hard in anticipation of what was coming next. Luc got a glop of goo on his fingers and unceremoniously shoved his fingers in the kid's anus and spread the lube around.

"Now Aba, I'm going to put a scope inside of you and if you move around while I am doing that, you are going to hurt yourself," Luc warned.

"You can't do that," Aba complained, but his heart wasn't in it anymore.

Taking a colonoscope out of a case, he lubed a foot or so of the flexible tube. Spreading the kid's butt cheeks with one hand, he positioned the tube and pushed it in. The kid settled right down and didn't move. A portable screen showed the feed from the camera now inside of Aba's ass.

I was fascinated. I had never seen a scope used before and certainly not on a naked, attractive young boy. Lying there with his legs spread and the tube disappearing inside of him, the kid was turning me on a bit.

"Loki, you take over," Luc said, handing me the handle of the scope.

"Who me?" I asked in a squeaky voice. I adjusted my glasses. I always do that when I'm nervous.

"Just be careful not to perforate the wall of the colon."

"Hmm, right," I said clearing my throat.

I can do this. Steadying the tube where it entered his butt and working the handle, I pushed the scope in further while watching the monitor. It didn't take long at all before the camera showed an obstruction. After seeing the screen, Luc got up in Aba's face again.

"I ought to put my fist up your ass and get your stash," Luc threatened. "If you don't cooperate, maybe I will!"

The kid was staying still but breathing heavy. I didn't think the scope was hurting him, just probably felt weird. I couldn't take my eyes away from his body, spread eagle, with the tube still in his rectum.

"Okay guys, he is all yours," Luc said, putting away his knife.

I slowly pulled the tube back out. Luc handed me an enema kit as he headed for the door. Thor and I looked at each other. Now what?

"The shower?" Thor looked at me questioning. I nodded.

Unfastening the ankle restraint, I made sure I had a good grip on the kid's arm before releasing his wrist. With Thor on one side and me on the other, we dragged him into the bathroom. Thor turned on the shower and checked the temperature of the water. When it seemed okay on his hand, he shoved the kid inside.

Thor took off his shirt and pants, leaving on his underwear, and got in the shower with the kid. Shoving him against the shower wall, he held the kids arms up over his head against the wall. Kicking the kid's feet apart, he held him in place.

I knew the basics of what an enema was, but had never received or given one before. Filling the rubber bag with a laxative mixture from the kit, I guessed it was ready. I followed Thor's example and removed my shirt and pants to keep them from getting wet. This was so not what I had expected to be doing today.

Thor seemed to be more experienced at this kind of thing than me, as he had thought to bring some lube with him. Getting some out of the tube one handed, he lubed the kid's sphincter while still holding the kid's arms up against the wall with his other hand.

I took a moment to appreciate Aba's smooth back and tight butt with Thor's finger penetrating his anus as he smeared the lube. Stepping up behind the kid, I worked the enema tube up into him. Holding up the bag, I squeezed it, forcing the liquid up into his colon. Without a specific guide, I needed to determine how much was enough by how firm his abdomen felt. By the time the bag was almost empty, Aba started whining and squirming, feeling the pressure of the mixture inside of him.

I slowly pulled the enema tube out of him and Thor pushed on his shoulders until the kid squatted down. Still making noises, he pushed the liquid out of his ass in a stream. Two little rubber balloons popped out with the liquid and lay on the shower drain.

Pulling him back up, Thor grabbed his wrists and forced his arms back up over his head. Aba struggled, but Thor easily manhandled him back into position. Determined not to screw up again, I retrieved the scope and prepared to check and see if we had all of it. Thor applied more lube. His fingers disappearing into the kid's hole probably more times than was strictly necessary.

I was angry that the kid had made such a fool of me on my first day. The more contraband we found the angrier I got. Not only had he destroyed my trust in him, but every other kid who would come through those doors in the future. He really was the destroyer.

When I shoved in the scope, I wasn't particularly gentle about it this time. I had to slide the scope in a good foot (30cm) or so before I saw another container. Once again, I prepared the enema bag. When Aba saw what I was doing, he started getting mouthy again and trying to break free.

Thor body slammed him against the shower wall, pressing his body hard against his back. Working around Thor, I forced in the enema tube and started pumping him full again. This time his bottom took all of the liquid in the bag. Before forcing him to squat down, Thor massaged his abdomen for a few minutes, giving the laxative some time to work.

Again, Aba squatted and squirted liquid out of his ass until another container popped free. By now, he was starting to wind down. The struggling and invasive procedures were taking a toll. He was shaking and seemed to be silently crying. It would have been easy to feel sorry for him if he had not brought this on himself.

This time Thor pulled him up by his arm and held his head immobile against his chest with an arm across the back of his neck. This made him bend over a little, which gave me better access to his ass. Applying the lube myself, I took my time fingering his hole. Manipulating the scope up inside of him while Thor held him, I pushed in deep to make sure I didn't miss anything.

He started to sob out loud while the scope inched its way inside. I was glad having his ass penetrated bothered him. Up until now, it seemed like everything was just an inconvenience, something to be outraged about. If he wasn't faking it, maybe the experience would be a deterrent to a repeat performance.

Reasonably sure his ass was drug free; I carefully began pulling out the scope. The sight of the tube slowly sliding out of him made me hard. He was a good-looking kid and his open tight little butt displayed in front of me was a real temptation. I looked at Thor, still holding the kid's sniveling head against his muscular chest and looked back at the kid's ass as the last of the scope slid out. Making eye contact, Thor raised an eyebrow.

Without giving it much more thought, I pulled down my wet underwear and stepped out of them. Grabbing the kid's hips, I moved forward until the head of my cock touched his gaping sphincter ring. As I pressed forward, he realized what was happening.

"No, man, oh god no," he groaned, followed by a fresh round of sobbing.

I kept pressing forward until the head of my cock slipped in.

"No please, I'm sorry," he said in between crying noises. "Just don't fuck me."

I wasn't in the mood for more of his bullshit. This might mean my first day was also my last day on the job, but I didn't care. I slid in more of my cock, loving the little pain sounds he made.

Gripping his butt cheeks with both hands, I thrust forward hitting bottom before pulling out again.

"Man, you're hurting me. I said I won't do it again," he whined, groaning each time I went deep.

I loved punishing him, it made me feel better. I took my time, pushing in deep and holding it while my cock throbbed inside of him. Thor watched me sliding in and out, and did nothing to stop me. I wasn't sure what he thought, or if he would report me to Luc. Aba was sure to report me even if Thor didn't. Right then, I didn't care.

Ready to finish, I slammed him a dozen times and then spurted my load inside of him. I considered giving him another enema to clean out my spunk, but decided that when I thought of him, I preferred knowing it was still inside of him.

Cleaning up the equipment and drugs, we left him naked and kneeling on the shower floor with the water pouring down on him as he cried.

***

I watched the video feed of the enema session with satisfaction. The performance of both house managers completely justified my selection. Not only had they handled the situation, but they applied a punishment that would make Aba think twice before chancing it again.

Watching Loki slam his long cock into Aba's ass, made me think my geeky god might have a bit of demon in him after all.

Chapter 4
Gad

With the house managers firmly in control, I was able to move into my new apartment over the carriage house. The Dobermans, Duke and Daisy, were out patrolling the grounds; everything and everyone was quiet for a change. I intended to enjoy the privacy and a good night of uninterrupted sleep.

Sometime after midnight, I sensed someone in the apartment. I keep a long club under my bed for just such emergencies. Feeling around for it with one hand, I threw off the covers. Before I could get a good whack at the shadow moving into the room, I recognized Kes's skinny profile in the faint moonlight coming in the window.

"Sheesh kid, you shouldn't do that, you could get yourself hurt," I complained, breathing a sigh of relief. "How did you get in here anyway?"

He didn't reply, as usual, but climbed on the bed and put his arms around me.

I sighed. "I wish you would talk to me," I lamented. "It would make this so much easier."

"Okay."

"What? Did you say something?" I asked the shadow.

"I said okay."

"Sheesh now you talk! Why haven't you said anything until now?" I asked, a bit annoyed.

"Kids should be seen and not heard," he said.

"Who told you that?" I asked.

"Everyone."

"Could you be more specific?" I responded, somewhat amused. He didn't answer. "What if I told you, you should be seen and heard?"

"No."

Sometimes you have to think in kid logic. If his parents or a teacher, someone he respected and looked up to, told him he should be seen and not heard then who am I to countermand that idea. He had only known me for a short time and I had not yet built up that level of credibility. The idea that he could only speak when he could not be seen, was classic kid logic. They tend to take things very literally.

"I should call over and let the house manager know where you are," I said, thinking out loud. "They could be looking for you."

Leaving the lights off, I fumbled around for my cell phone and called Thor, who was on duty tonight.

"Yeah, this is Luc. I got Kes out here in my apartment."

"I don't know how he got past the dogs or how he got in."

"Yeah sure, you can come and get him. I will make sure the door is unlocked. Right. Oh, and check on the dogs while you are at it. Hopefully he didn't poison them or something."

Getting out of my nice warm bed, I walked naked out to the entrance and unlocked it. Kes followed behind me and I felt his hands on my butt. I was tempted to tell him to cut it out, but I didn't want to jeopardize the progress we had made tonight.

Turning around I gripped his genitals in my hand and massaged them, the way he often did it to me. His reaction was abrupt as he moved back out of my reach.

"You don't like me touching you?" I asked, surprised at his reaction.

"I prefer touching you."

"Why do you touch everyone, even if they don't want you to? I asked, a question I had been wanting to ask for a long time.

"Everyone likes my touch eventually," Kes stated quietly. "I'm good at it."

More kid logic. Everyone does secretly like oral sex. They may not want anyone else to think they like oral sex, particularly from a young teenage boy.

"So, you touch everyone else, but they can't touch you. Is that right?"

It was odd talking to a shadow; I couldn't see his expressions. I felt blind.

"Yes," he said. "But you can fuck me if you want."

That statement needed some thought, but just then I heard a knock at the door and Thor came in. The lights were all still off so that Kes could talk and I hadn't thought to put something on. My standing around naked with a young boy in my apartment was a bit incriminating. I knew Thor was at least bi, but I didn't know him well enough yet to know where his boundaries were.

"Is the electricity off?" Thor questioned.

"No, Kes just feels more comfortable in the dark," I tried to explain while being subtle about it.

With Thor standing just inside the door, some light from outside came in through the glass panes in the door. Enough that I could see Kes move over and put his arms around Thor's waist as he had me.

"Kes was just telling me why he touches everyone the way he does," I hinted.

"He was telling you?" Thor repeated, acting confused. I didn't blame him.

"He can fuck me if you want," Kes said to me. "If you want to watch."

I looked at Thor and I could tell he was looking at me, but it was too dark for eye contact.

"Uh, sure, if that is what you want?" Thor responded. I wasn't sure if he was asking me or Kes.

Kes's hand had slipped down to massage the front of Thor's pants. This was his normal move. If there was no objection, next he would try to unzip him. I had been around Kes enough now to know how he escalated his actions until he was able to perform oral sex. The idea that Thor would let him was a stimulating one. I decided nothing was the smart thing to say.

"So, now you are talking?" Thor asked Kes, trying to catch up on what was going on.

Kes didn't say anything, he just unzipped Thor and put his hand inside while pressing his body against Thor's side. Thor automatically put his arm around Kes's shoulder and rubbed his back.

"Uh, that feels good but wouldn't you like to talk to me first?" Thor suggested, obviously caught in an awkward situation.

I had told the house managers not to reject Kes, but now he was caught with his pants down, so to speak, in front of the boss. I was fascinated to see how he would handle it. Kes pulled his shirt off over his head and dropped it on the floor. Thor held his hand up like he didn't know where to put it. Touching the boy's bare back would be more intimate than touching his shirted one. Kes chose that moment to unfasten Thor's pants. Thor grabbed for the pants with one hand while the other returned to Kes's bare back.

With Thor's hands busy, Kes switched to unbuttoning his shirt. The dim light shining in, highlighted his chiseled pecs as Thor's shirt fell open. Quietly backing away, I found a chair to curl up in while I watched.

Kes knelt in front of Thor and put his mouth on the front of his underwear. Soaking the cloth with his spit, he massaged the length of his cock using his lips and teeth.

"I don't know about this," Thor agonized. "I have never done anything like this with a boy your age. I'm not sure this is a good idea."

Thor let go of his pants and pulled Kes to his feet. I could see the shadow of his hard cock in his wet underwear. I gave him credit for trying to resist Kes's charm; however, Kes is nothing if not persistent. Taking Thor's hand, he placed it on the waistband of his board shorts. With Kes guiding his hand, Thor pulled on one end of the drawstring untying the shorts; they fell to the floor.

"My god, your waist is tiny," Thor exclaimed, his hands almost touching each other around the kid's waist.

Kes turned around facing me and leaned back against Thor. His hand reached over to play with Thor's balls still in his underwear. Thor's attention was all on Kes now.

"Your butt is so small for a guy your height," he said, his hand was obviously feeling his butt cheeks even though I couldn't see it.

"I can feel your ribs. Your body is like an anatomy model," Thor enthused. "Is it okay that I touch you like that?"

Kes made an affirmative sound, but otherwise remained silent. He was grinding his little butt against Thor's hand while looking at me. Turning to face Thor again, he dropped to his knees and pulled down Thor's underwear in the same motion. Thor groaned as Kes took him into his mouth.

I knew how good that mouth felt. Thor had one of those thick curved cocks. It wasn't long, but it was thick from the head all the way to the bottom of his shaft. Kes could only get about half of it in his mouth at one time. Kes was off to the side enough that I could watch Thor's cock disappear into the shadow that was his mouth while still appreciating his butt as he kneeled.

As Kes sucked, Thor slipped out of his shoes and stepped out of the rest of his clothes. He seemed to have committed to the seduction. His body was a living sculpture. As he moved, the muscles flexed and his abs showed washboard ridges. Oh, to be young again!

After some time, Kes got up off the floor and taking Thor by the hand, pulled him across the room to me. When they stopped in front of my chair, I could finally see them clearly. Kes had a hard on that kept his cock straight out from his thin body. I loved the way his flat chest tapered down showing his ribs on its way to his tiny waist. He looked even smaller next to Thor's thick muscled arms and chest.

Kes put his foot up on the edge of my chair. As I watched, Thor began to play with his ass, touching him in places I couldn't see. I reached out and put my fist around Kes's cock. He let me hold on to it as Thor explored his backside.

Too soon, he turned and put his arms around Thor's naked waist. He was tall enough that Thor could reach his ass; and when he turned, I could see that Thor had a finger inside of him. I watched Thor finger fuck him. As he pushed in and out, Kes rubbed his body against Thor's. The kid was good.

Kes bent down to take Thor back in his mouth, pushing his ass out within easy reach. Licking my finger, I took advantage of it and pushed inside of him. Thor and I made eye contact as he enjoyed the attention being paid to his cock. I enjoyed looking at Thor's body while he watched me finger fucking his boy.

"You have to stop," Thor begged. "You are going to make me cum and I don't want to until I have a chance to get inside your ass."

Kes stopped sucking and stood up again. Pulling Thor next to him, they stood side by side directly in front of me. Kes reached over, running his fingers over Thor's shaft. It was an obvious invitation for me to touch Thor. Looking at Thor for permission, I reached out and gripped his cock and pulled a little. He grunted and widened his stance so I couldn't pull him over. I pulled again, sliding my hand down his shaft a little.

"Oh fuck," Thor murmured. "I haven't had this much attention in a long, long time."

Since he didn't seem to mind, I gripped his low hanging ball sac and tugged. While I was manhandling him, he reached over and gripped Kes's much smaller balls and pulled making his cock dance up and down. Now it was Kes's turn to groan.

With everyone's libido at a fever pitch, I led the way into the bedroom. When I lay down on the bed, Kes came over and lay down next to me. Thor took the other side of the bed so Kes was in the middle. Lying on his side facing me, Thor pulled Kes back against his body facing me and positioned one leg over his hip. It gave me a perfect view, the entire length of Kes's body. Using lubricant I kept on the bedside stand, Thor began using his fingers to open up Kes in preparation for his thick cock. There was enough light from the windows for me to see his fingers stretching his sphincter.

"I usually like muscle guys," Thor admitted. "But there is something about you that is so sexy. I have been tempted ever since the first time you grabbed my cock. I mean, you are way too young for me. It must be the way I can see every muscle and bone. So tight, so tiny."

I knew what he meant. Kes wasn't gorgeous, but he had an aura of sexual innocence about him that was irresistible. As we made eye contact in the dim light, I could hear his heavy breathing and the reaction of his body to the aggressive fingers working their way into his ass.

When Thor felt Kes was ready, he positioned his cock between Kes's legs. I waited in anticipation for the reaction to that thick cock head stretching his tiny butt. Thor was patient, pushing in gently. Except for his heavy breathing, Kes displayed no reaction. Thor, on the other hand, cussed and groaned as his cock head squeezed into the tight chute.

"God, you are so tight kid," Thor wheezed.

Kes did something with his body that drove Thor crazy.

"Shit kid, don't do that. Oh man, you are driving me crazy," Thor exclaimed excitedly. I could see that he had pulled back out. "No woman has ever been able to do that to my cock."

Applying pressure again, Thor slid half of his cock inside of Kes. Kes started rocking his body back and forth as though working the cock into himself.

"Fuck, that is hot. You are choking the life out of my cock. Hmm, man you are going to make me cum too soon."

Kes stopped moving, but was still doing something because Thor kept cussing and squirming as though his cock was stuck in an electric socket. I smiled at Kes. This kid was full of surprises. Where had he learned advanced sex techniques at such a young age? He had big muscled Thor completely under his control. The muscles in his stomach worked with whatever other muscles he was exercising.

When Thor pulled out yet again, Kes broke away, crawled over, and straddled Thor's hips. With Thor on his back, I could appreciate his sculpted chest and stomach. Kes leaned back on his hands, his legs spread wide, giving us a full view as he pressed himself down on the head of Thor's cock. After some resistance, it popped in. Pausing to let his body adjust, Kes slowly slid himself down to the base. I loved watching Kes work Thor's cock. Thor reacted as though he was being tortured, but I knew it was from the intense sensations Kes was giving him. The light of the window threw Kes's face and body in a shadowy profile. His long torso bent back as he plunged himself onto Thor's thick spike. At that moment, I would have given anything for a video camera to record this performance.

Thor yelled his orgasm and bucked his body repeatedly with Kes riding him like a bronco. When Thor settled, Kes dismounted and came over to lay his head on my chest. Thor lay recovering, gasping like a landed fish. It made me chuckle to myself.

Shortly after, Kes got up and gathered his clothes. Thor had recovered enough to say he needed to get back over to the big house. He was on duty after all. With a hand on Kes's shoulder, the two of them made their way back out. Now I could enjoy my privacy and a night of uninterrupted sleep. Somehow, after that performance, it didn't seem quite so important anymore.

***

In the morning meeting, Luc was telling us about his midnight conversation with Kes. It was a major breakthrough to be able to communicate with the sexually talented boy. Luc was suggesting that Loki 'interview' the boy late at night in his room whenever he pulled night shift. We all contributed to a list of key questions he should ask.

I still couldn't quite believe that I had fucked the boy last night. Even though I was not yet a licensed psychologist, there was no dimension in the universe where it was ethical to fuck your clients. Not to mention, the kid was only thirteen. What was I thinking?

Yeah, I knew what I was thinking. I was thinking with my dick. That kid had wrung me out to dry like a professional whore. At times, it was on the cusp of painful. Yet, he had not touched me anywhere but my cock inside his ass. Did I want a repeat? Hell yeah!

So now, Loki and I had both fucked one of the boys and we had been on the job less than a month. Blackmail much? Fortunately, last night's performance was not the topic of discussion. We were getting another new resident and I was on duty today.

"The boy arriving today is sixteen years old," Luc lectured reading from a file. His case file is full of complaints of violence. He beat up parents, case workers, foster parents, foster kids, teachers; you get the idea. He has been particularly creative in using anything he can reach as a weapon, including his own clothes. He used his own shirt to choke out a guard in juvie."

"So, let me be the one to ask the obvious," I said. "How are we supposed to control him?"

"Good question," Luc smiled. "I have procured a special restraint from a friend of mine who works in a psych ward."

Luc held up a contraption of straps.

"This goes around his waist and locks here. These two go around his wrists and the attached straps keep him from being able to extend his arms all the way. The idea is to prevent the patient from being able to throw a punch or extend the arms enough to get them around someone's neck. You still have to be careful of course, but it does limit movement to a safer level without completely restricting them."

I was fascinated by the device. More flexible than a strait jacket, or the kind of prisoner restraints they use in a maximum-security prison, but still restrictive.

"Can you feed yourself in this thing?" I asked, feeling the thickness of the leather straps and locks.

"Yes, and most other simple activities," Luc added. "We must be very careful with this kid. He gets his power from violence. He will test himself against us. I'm a little concerned about the clothes. He gives himself range by using a shirt or his pants to snare someone close by. I think you should consider only letting him wear shorts and/or underwear. Things that don't have enough material to be dangerous."

"Got it. I assume we confiscate his other clothes until he has earned our trust," I guessed.

"On a different topic. Loki have you checked in on Aba?" Luc asked.

"Yes, I looked in on him this morning. He looks sick. Should we call a doctor?" Loki asked looking concerned.

"He is going through withdrawals," Luc concluded. "It's a good thing. It means you got all of his stash. He will come out of it in a few days. He will sleep a lot, but we should try to get him to be as active as possible."

***

Gadreel arrived just before lunch. Luc had already named him for the fallen angel of violence. The juvie guards delivered him trussed up like a turkey. Handcuffs and ankle shackles. I wasn't looking forward to this one at all.

"Guys, if you help me for a moment, I want to get him into a different set of restraints," I asked the two tough looking guards.

"Sure, but I got to warn you, don't let this guy get the drop on you," the guard said. "I got a buddy with a broken jaw and another one that was almost strangled. This guy is bad news."

I observed the smug look of pleasure on Gad's face as the guard described his violent actions. Luc was right, his power came from violence. It gave him a high to know that other people feared him.

"Thanks for the heads up," I said appreciatively.

Moving around behind the kid, I adjusted the waist restraint and locked it in.

"Please remove the handcuffs now," I instructed.

One guard unlocked the cuffs while the other stood nearby with an ASP. An ASP is a telescoping baton often used by police as riot gear.

"Okay guy, get rid of the shirt," I told the kid as I pulled up on the bottom of it.

He co-operated, whipping it off over his head in a practiced motion. I could see he was a muscle jock. I could appreciate that, being one myself. You don't work on muscles just to hide them. Showing some skin wasn't going to bother this kid.

Still standing behind him, I worked on the wrist restraints. It would be hard for him to attack me without moving his entire body. I would get plenty of advance notice and I relied on the alert guard to intervene if necessary.

"You can remove the ankle restraints now," I said to the guard holding the keys.

He bent down and unfastened the locks. The guard with the baton moved forward ready to strike if the kid tried to kick. Once the restraints were off, the guards moved out of range.

"Now I need you to remove your pants," I told the boy moving around in front of him.

The wrist restraints were attached to the waistband, but with enough slack to allow his hands to reach as far as his face so he could feed himself, or down far enough he could pee without assistance.

"I heard this place was run by a bunch of faggots," Gad chided snidely as he began to unfasten his pants.

"Thank you guys," I said to the juvie guards, "I can take it from here."

I didn't want the guards carrying rumors of our intake procedures back to juvie with them. It was obvious there were rumors flying around already. The guards were anxious to take their leave anyway.

"It doesn't bother me," Gad continued, "I just want you to know, I'm not into that kind of thing."

He dropped his pants, and as I had expected, he was wearing a tight mid length brief that came half way down his thigh. Muscle guys like the longer underwear brief because it keeps their big thighs from rubbing together when they walk. The underwear covered as much as a swimsuit and would work as shorts for now. Sliding off his shoes, he stepped out of the pants.

"I need to inspect your hair," I said in a business-like tone of voice. "Juvie has had a problem with lice and bed bugs. All of your clothing will need to be laundered and everything inspected."

"Doesn't look like I will be wearing much anyway," he chuckled.

I moved behind him to work my fingers through his thick brown hair. I was hoping he was clean; I didn't want the fight it would take to get rid of his body hair.

"Shit," I whispered to myself.

"I could have told you I got critters, if you had asked," Gad commented. "I have had a nasty case of the itches for days. And with restraints, it has been driving me crazy."

"Okay Gad, this complicates things a bit," I admitted while thinking of how best to explain everything.

"You called me Gad, who is Gad?

"Hmm, we don't use real names around here. They call me Thor, I guess because of my size. The director has named you Gadreel, the fallen angel of violence."

"Well, if I remember my Sunday school lessons right, angels were beautiful creatures. I kind of like the idea of being a fallen angel," Gad mused.

It was odd, but I was starting to identify with this kid. A lot of my confidence came after I started working on my body in the gym. It was clear that Gad also got a lot of self-esteem from his better than average looks and build. Luc always said that if you listen, boys will often tell you the truth about themselves even if they don't understand it at the time.

"I realize this may seem extreme, but I highly recommend we cut your hair short and remove all your other body hair," I suggested hesitantly.

"No problem, in fact, it might be cool to just shave my head," Gad said casually. "I have always wanted to try it, and I will do anything to get rid of this itching."

"Leave your stuff here and follow me."

That went better than expected. The guy was good scenery but I was being super careful not to show him any special attention. Just doing my job.

I got him up the stairs to the room next to Aba. After retrieving the clippers and shaving equipment, we got down to business.

"I will cut it short first and then you can decide if you want to shave the rest off," I offered.

"Thanks dude," Gad said courteously. "That will be great. So, are you really gay?"

"Would that be a problem for you if I was?" I asked cautiously.

"Not unless you try to fuck me or something," he warned. "Now if you want to give me a blow job, that would be okay. There aren't any girls in juvie and I have been there for a while."

"Ahh, no thanks," I responded, "But, I might know someone who would take you up on that offer."

"I would prefer a girl you understand," he chatted on, "But I am not really into doing myself. A guy has got needs; you know?"

I was trying to keep myself from liking this guy. He had a terrible rep, but seemed nice enough. I fought to keep my guard up.

"You are a nice-looking guy for a dude," Gad admitted. "I bet you got great abs. Hard to get abs on juvie food you know? Do you think I am good looking?"

"Yeah man, you have a great body," I told him. It was only the truth, but I was sensing a trap here.

I finished up clipping his hair short. I forgot to cover him with a towel, so the hair had fallen all over his shoulders and chest. I brushed the hair off his bare shoulders, figuring he would need to shower after anyway. I got a hand mirror out of the bathroom and held it so he could see himself.

"What do you think?" he asked me. "Would I look hot with a shaved head?"

"Yeah, you would."

Again, it was just the truth. He stood up and I backed away out of reach. He noticed the movement and grinned. Using both hands he pulled down his underwear. His soft cock flopped out, but the shorts got stuck mid-thigh. The restraints made it awkward to get his shorts all the way down.

"A little help here?" he quipped.

Getting behind him, I pulled the shorts until they fell the rest of the way to the floor.

"Since I can't really reach my head or down there, I figure you might as well get it all at once."

"It would be easiest to do this in the shower," I advised. "Can you handle that?"

"Don't flatter yourself pretty boy," he said good-naturedly. "Like I said, as long as you don't try to fuck me or something, I'm cool."

"I'll try to restrain myself," I joked.

I stripped off my clothes, except for my underwear, and we moved into the shower.

"You do have nice abs," he complimented, "I knew you would."

For a straight kid, he seemed comfortable being naked with me in the shower. I lathered his head and shaved the remaining hair. After he got a bit of tan on the newly exposed skin, it would look great with the rest of his muscled physique. The next part would be trickier.

"I need to do your pubes," I warned. "Don't get excited."

"Ha, ha. Like I said, unless you are sucking on it, you don't do a thing for me."

I worked up the shaving lotion in my hand and smeared it all around his cock. His cock was soft and smooth and I didn't touch it, but his balls had wispy brown hair on them. Gingerly, I spread lotion on his scrotum. I liked my own pubes and balls shaved, so I wasn't a novice at this. It didn't take long, as he didn't have much hair anyway.

Turning him around, I checked his butt. There was enough hair on his butt cheeks that I suspected his crack needed to be cleaned out.

"Why don't you lean against the wall and spread 'em. It will make this a lot easier."

"I don't know man," he said, sounding uneasy. "This is just a little too intimate for me."

"Nothing is going to happen except getting rid of the itch in your ass," I replied.

He gave in and spread his legs while leaning against the shower wall, as I squatted down behind him. Spreading his cheeks with one hand, I rubbed shaving lotion over his butt and up and down his butt crack. He flinched a little as my finger passed over his sphincter, but didn't resist. Getting a razor around someone's anus is not for the faint of heart. It required a lot of butt handling to get everything cleaned up. I was glad when the job was done without incident. Of course, my cock was happy too. You can't expect a gay friendly guy to be in close proximity to a good-looking straight kid's ass and not show it.

As I was standing up and getting ready to tell Gad I was finished, is when he noticed the erection standing out in my wet underwear. The look on his face was pure fury and I felt his knee as it hit my chin. I don't remember anything after that.

For the first time ever, I felt bad after kneeing Thor in the chin. His head snapped back and hit the ceramic tile shower wall. I heard the crack when his head hit and then he slid down the wall onto the floor. I froze. Usually, I would just walk away and feel they deserved what they got. I know Thor was not perving on me, he was helping. It happens sometimes. I flash so angry I can't seem to stop myself even if I wanted to. Most of the time I don't want to.

Before I could think of what to do, two guys rushed in and grabbed me. They wrestled me into the bedroom and restrained me on the bed. I didn't fight them. I just wanted them to finish with me so they could help Thor.

They left me tied to the bed all the rest of that day and most of the next. No one fed me or let me up to go to the bathroom. I really didn't want to pee the bed, but I was getting desperate. Eventually, the same two guys who tied me down came back.

"Please guys, I have to pee so bad," I pleaded. I could tell they were still pissed at me.

One of them let me up, but the other guy held a taser the whole time. I got the definite impression they would like to use it on me. After I took care of my immediate needs, I asked about Thor.

"You have to believe me, I didn't mean to hurt him," I apologized. "It was an accident. Is he going to be okay?"

"You gave him a concussion," the old man said. "We had to keep him under observation all night. We still don't know if there is any permanent damage."

"I know this sounds strange coming from me, but I really am sorry," I tried again to apologize. "I know he was just trying to help me. I just flash mad and then I hit things. It was instinct."

"Get back on the bed," the old man demanded, ignoring my apology. They had changed the bedding while I was in the bathroom.

"Can I get some clothes on?" I asked. "Maybe something to eat? I'm really hungry."

"Not until we decide what to do with you. Get on the bed. Now!"

"Okay, okay," I said getting back on the bed and letting them strap me down again.

The old guy was obviously in charge and spoke in a low voice to the other house manager and then came and sat on the side of the bed.

"What you did will not be tolerated here at Hell's Gate. We all have involuntary feelings and reactions, but what we do with them is what we are held accountable for. Your anger flashes may be involuntary just like Thor's erection, but what you do with that anger has consequences."

"I know now Thor was not perving on me," I admitted. "Shoot, I don't even mind guys looking at me as long as they are not being creepy about it. I know I screwed up."

"What do you think your punishment should be?" he asked.

"I've been tied to this bed for two days, isn't that enough?"

"No, it isn't", he responded immediately. "It needs to be something you hate so much it will make you think about the consequences next time."

He looked up and down my naked body suggestively.

"Uh-uh, no way man," I protested. "That is going way too far. There is no way in hell that is legal."

"Funny you should say that," the old man reflected, musing to himself, "That is probably the only place where it could be."

He gave me the once over again, as though considering the possibilities, and then got to his feet. The house manager came in with some food on a plate. He set it down on the bed and I ate it without using my hands, like a dog. By the time I finished, the old guy and the other house manager had held a little conference and came back to give me their verdict.

"We have decided that since violence gives you your over-confidence and power, your punishment should be the opposite. It is the decision of the house management that you will be fucked in the ass publicly be anyone who wishes to participate. We hope that the humiliation of being fucked by members of the house will be enough to make you think before you react violently against one of them next time."

I couldn't believe what I was hearing. There was no way they could get away with this, could they? I have been punished lots of times with isolation, fines or taking away yard privileges. The other places I have been were so tied up in rules and regulations, I always felt there was nothing they could do to really hurt me. I have never been threatened with rape before. The guard rails are completely gone here, this really is hell. I was just about to start protesting when Thor walked in. He looked bad.

"Thor, man, I am so sorry," I apologized again. "I have been trying to tell these guys it was an accident but they want to rape me. You got to help me."

"Luc," Thor said turning to the old guy, "This is between me and Gad."

"I don't think that is a good idea," Luc disagreed, shaking his head. "You are in no condition to deal with this."

"I'm the only one that can deal with this," Thor said. Opening his hand, he held a contact taser.

"I gave you that so you could feel safe," Luc said nodding at the taser. "Putting yourself in the same room with him, in your condition, is not what I had in mind."

"You aren't going to use that on me, are you?" I asked Thor. Sheez, these guys are nuts.

"Not unless you force me to," he responded without looking at me.

"Now, please release him and then leave us alone," Thor instructed the other two.

He had me a bit worried. No one ever wanted to be in a room alone with me after I had hurt them. What did he plan to do?

"If this is what you feel you need to do, then I will respect your judgement," Luc allowed. "I am stating on the record, this is a bad idea. We will be close by."

The old guy left. The other house manager undid the wrist and ankle restraints so I could sit up.

"You should let me stay, as a witness," the other house manager told Thor. "I won't interfere."

Thor nodded at him. I felt a little better. If there was going to be a witness, how bad could it be? Thor pulled up a chair and sat down directly in front of me. I figured this was going to be one of those 'you better be good or else' speeches. I would get off easy after all. I started to feel more like my old self again. I should have known better.

"This is how it will go down," Thor stated in a low emotionless tone of voice. "You can voluntarily agree to let me fuck you and we will keep this private, just between us. Or, you can fight it and we will strap you down and you will be publicly fucked by anyone in the house who wants your ass, the way that Luc described it to you. I warn you though, if you choose to do this privately, it won't be just punishment. I intend to enjoy every minute of it."

I just sat there. The guy was serious. What kind of choice is that? It would be even worse if they sent me back to juvie. I had seriously hurt a couple of the guys there and if I washed out of here, they intended to send me to an adult prison. Someone my age? They would be lining up for my ass.

"Alright," I conceded without a fight.

"Alright what?" Thor clarified.

"I will let you fuck me willingly, although you are not giving me much of a choice," I argued.

"Loki, will you give Gad a pen and paper. He is going to write and sign an affidavit allowing me to fuck his ass. Oh, and while I am fucking you, you will control your temper. If you try to hit me or fight back in any way then I can call off our deal."

I wasn't sure I could control myself; I had never tried. Letting a guy touch me was bad enough, but doing it without losing my temper was going to be a bitch. I wrote the agreement and signed it.

"Here, put this on," Thor said throwing a bunch of straps and wires at me.

"What the fuck is this?" I questioned. I held up the mess of attachments trying to sort out the wires.

"Put one strap around your cock and the other around your balls," Thor instructed. "If you can't figure it out, I will do it for you."

"This just gets better and better," I griped. "Now you are going to torture me?"

"Insurance. Try to run, you get zapped. Throw a punch, you get zapped. Resist in any way…"

"Yeah, yeah, I get the message. Zapped."

I had trouble getting the thing fastened around my limp dick. I was pretty sure it wasn't going to get hard again anytime soon. Getting the strap around my balls was easier. The wires led to a device that was plugged into the wall. Thor was holding the remote rather than the taser.

"Lay down in the middle of the bed," Thor commanded.

I scooted down until I could lay flat without touching the head or foot of the bed. Thor climbed onto the head of the bed on his knees so that my head was almost between his thighs. He leaned over me and massaged my body from stomach to chest. It was just a massage, but being touched by a gay guy was triggering me. It was like a hot flash and I instinctively grabbed for Thor's neck with both hands.

The jolt to my groin was followed by excruciating pain and I screamed really loud, bucking my hips off the bed. Little secondary spasms followed across my abdomen and down my legs. I tried to sit up and grab myself, but Thor held my shoulders down.

Another flash of rage and I grabbed for him again and was hit with a second jolt from the device attached to my cock and balls. I couldn't stop myself from screaming again and managed to roll over on my stomach. I started to work my hands down under me to sooth my tortured privates.

"Don't touch it," Thor warned.

I stopped short of pulling off the wires, but cradled my junk in my hands as if I could protect it. Thor's hands massaged down my back, pressing hard down my spine. I kept telling myself, it is just a massage. And then he continued down, massaging my butt. The touching triggered yet another hot flash of anger and I flipped over and threw a punch at his face. He batted the hand away easily and pressed the remote. This time I jackknifed my body completely off the bed and screamed. Falling back on the bed again, my head fell into Thor's lap and he held me down with an arm across my neck.

"You need to stop," Thor said, "You are only hurting yourself."

I was hyperventilating, partially from the jolts of electricity and partially because I was angry. I struggled to sit up, but Thor held me in place easily. Secondary pain coursed through me making my body super sensitive.

"Take deep breaths, control yourself," he instructed.

Easy for him to say, he wasn't the one being molested. I tried to breath deeper. While he was holding me still against him, his other hand casually touched my chest and fingered my nipple. Damn it! Another hot flash of rage and I yelled and struggled but kept myself from lashing out.

"Better," he observed. "You can intercept your instincts. It is okay to be angry at what I am doing to you, but you don't have to act on it."

"You're a shit eating mother fucking bastard!"

"Yeah, I know," he agreed almost cheerfully.

Still holding his arm across my neck, he leaned over me and ran his hand down my body until he gripped my cock. I jerked away from his hand, but he held on.

"If you are going to fuck me, just fuck me and get it over with," I demanded.

"Oh, I am going to fuck you. I thought we should work our way up to it. If you can't control yourself when I touch you, there is no way you are going to do it when I am inside of you."

"Argh! I fucking hate you."

"Nicest thing anyone has said to me today," Thor responded.

While I thrashed around, his hand caressed my soft cock, working the strap loose until it came off. After it was off, he kept stroking my abused member. I was relieved enough to have the strap off, that I tolerated him touching me.

"Much better, I knew you could do it," he crooned, as if soothing a savage beast. "I think you are ready now. Get on your hands and knees."

He released the arm across my neck and I moved away from him. The other house manager was still sitting in the corner watching us. The idea of some perv watching me being humiliated made the anger boil over again. I struggled not to react and get zapped again. I got on my hands and knees facing the perv in the corner so I could glare at him.

I felt Thor's hands run up the inside of my legs, like I was a prize stallion he was evaluating for stud. When his hand reached my balls, I bolted enough to break free of his touch. In response, he grabbed my balls and squeezed, holding me in place with my legs shaking from the pain.

"You feeling a little over exposed?" Thor asked, kneading and pulling on my ball sac. "I like the view from back here. You like the view Loki?"

I choked back the rage bubbling up inside of me. Thor started stroking my cock, letting it hang down between my legs as he teased it into an erection. I yelled my frustration and gripped the bedding in my fists.

"That's it boy, let it all out," Thor said soothingly.

I felt the strap around my balls fall away. I was free. He couldn't control me by zapping me anymore. I was tempted to turn and fight. Somewhere deep inside a little voice reasoned that it wouldn't do any good. I didn't usually care about the consequences, but then again, I had never been cornered like this before. So, I breathed deep, yelled and squirmed, but otherwise let Thor put his hands all over my body while his buddy watched.

"Better, much better," Thor encouraged. "Now I want you to go take a shower and use that medicated soap I gave you. Scrub yourself good and then we are going to go down stairs for something to eat."

"That's it?" I asked, hoping my humiliation was over.

"No, that's not it, but I have some other things to take care of," Thor explained. "Your punishment will be continued later."

Fuck! I wasn't sure how much more of this I could take. I felt like a bitch on a leash. I had agreed to take my punishment, but I hadn't expected this to be such a mind fuck. I appreciated the shower, washing away the sweat from two days of being restrained and the feel of a guy's hands on me. Being clean again gave me back a little bit of dignity.

"Where are my clothes?" I questioned Thor while I toweled off.

"You will get them back when you can be trusted enough to not need restraints. For now, I want everyone to know you are being punished."

So, I followed Thor downstairs naked as a jay bird. The other boys were hanging out in the kitchen. Everyone looked up when we walked in and checked me out, but then studiously looked away. Guys always check out other guys, we all do it. I don't mind being checked out because I know I have a good body and I like to show it off.

The young skinny kid they call Kes, kept looking at my cock like it was a juicy sausage he would like to eat. Maybe I could weasel a blow job out of someone after all.

Everyone else acknowledged me, but kept their distance. I liked that they were afraid of me. The exception was the old guy. He was still angry with me and I could tell he did not like the idea that Thor had let me out of the restraints already. He got up in my face a couple of times as though he dared me to try something. It didn't make any sense, but I couldn't shake the idea that the geezer was more dangerous than his younger assistants.

After dinner, everyone migrated to the game room. The mansion was surreal. It had not been institutionalized. There was still art work on the walls and fragile glass cases with expensive curios. The furniture was expensively upholstered. I could easily fantasize that I was a rich brat who lived here with mommy and daddy. Luc challenged me to a game of pool. Excuse me, I mean billiards. Thor had disappeared and at the end of the night I made my way back to my room like everyone else.

I had a lot to think about while I lay on my big bed in my fancy room. Bad boys don't get rooms to themselves, they get a hard bunk behind bars or a locked door. This place was such a contrast. I could live here like a prince with a swimming pool and tennis courts at my disposal on my private estate, while I waited for a muscle-bound stud to come and rape me.

As though my thoughts had summoned him, Thor came through the door without knocking. He stood at the end of the bed looking down at me. I still had the reading lamp on over the bed and it spot lighted me as though I had planned to be on display. He reached down for the bedding and pulled it slowly towards him. The sheet slipped down the bed exposing my body. My first instinct was to grab for it, but I caught myself. Thor seeing me naked was the least of my worries.

Once the bedding was removed from the bed, Thor began to take off his clothes. With his shirt off, I could appreciate the work he had put into his arms and chest. He was a model of what I wanted to look like. Dropping his pants and underwear, I wanted to check out his muscled thighs. His cock was soft and thick and I avoided thinking about where it was going later. I got up on my knees and came towards him.

"Can I feel your arms?" I asked. I figured since he had his hands all over me earlier, it was not an unfair request.

Thor nodded. When he held up his arm, my hand didn't go all the way around his bicep. I appreciated the corded muscle running across his shoulders and down his arm. It was a little weird that I wanted to touch him, but I guess I was guilty of a little muscle worship even on another guy. I felt the firmness of his pecs, like skin over steel. The ridges down his stomach were awesome. I stopped well short of his cock, but couldn't help squeezing his massive muscled thighs.

Thor moved back away from the bed, pulling me to my feet with him. Grabbing a straight back chair, he placed it strategically in front of a framed floor mirror. The mirror was tall enough I could see all of both of us in it. He lifted my left leg until I set my foot on the chair as he stood behind me. I stared at myself in the mirror. The pose displayed my assets well. Standing straight, I threw out my chest and sucked in my stomach. Flexing the muscles in my arms, I admired the result. My cock and balls looked good hanging down low with one leg cocked and spread to the side as my foot rested on the chair.

Thor held my left arm pinned behind my back as he held my cock out for display with his right. It was a good move. He could easily control me by yanking my arm up behind me. I felt the old rage start to stir, but I didn't pay it much attention this time. Thor was worshiping my body like I had his. So, when he ran his hand up my stomach and across my chest, I flexed my chest and arm muscles in response.

Letting go of the arm behind my back, he pulled my left leg off the chair and replaced it with my right one. Now I could see my right side in the mirror and more of Thor standing behind me. He pulled my left arm behind my back again as he ran his hand across my right butt cheek and down my thigh. I could see the muscles play in his butt and thigh as he moved his body behind me. Mine were not anywhere as big or hard as his. As he turned his body a little, I could see his erection just before I felt it pressing between my butt cheeks. I swallowed hard. This was it; I was going to be raped for the first time. I had fought off attempts before, but this time I had no choice. I was scared.

I watched Thor in the mirror preparing himself, coating his cock with lube. I had always heard the stories about how much it hurt, how humiliating it was to be treated like a bitch, what it was like to be dominated by another man. I was about to find out for myself.

I watched his cock in the mirror and then felt it press against my butt. It was like watching a simulcast that was slightly out of sync. Thor pressed on my back so that I hunched forward over my knee on the chair. When I felt his cock against my anus, I started to hyperventilate. A claustrophobic feeling of pure rage started boiling up from my core.

Thor pulled up on my arm enough that I felt a spike of pain, reminding me that he was in control. His other arm was around my waist, holding me in place. I watched the mirror as his cock slowly moved in. Then I felt my sphincter giving way to the thick invader, the head of his cock. I yelled and squirmed, dislodging his cock from its target. He was quick to yank on my arm, getting me back under control.

Again, I watched his cock in the mirror and then felt it pushing aside the muscle of my anus. Clamping down hard, I watched my ass muscles flex as I tried to keep his hard pole out of me. The pressure increased and I felt myself losing the battle until the head of his cock popped inside.

The physical pain was minor compared to being zapped earlier. The mental pain was pure anguish. Like a train wreck that you can't look away from, I watched as he moved our bodies so that I could see his cock where it entered my body. Somehow, my hole had swallowed the head of that big cock. I could feel it in there, hard and hot. Fuck!

He slid in about an inch of his shaft. I groaned as I felt it force itself up inside of me. I could feel his heart beat as his cock pulsed. Thor was touching me all over and I was powerless to stop him. He pinched my nipples and stroked my cock.

"I told you I was going to enjoy fucking you," he whispered in my ear. "You have a hot body."

I struggled, but he had me held against his body hard enough that struggling just pushed him in deeper. The feeling of having something inside of me was weird but strangely exciting. It was the fact that it was a guy doing it to me that freaked me out.

"You know this isn't going to make you gay," Thor said in my ear. "There may even be some things that will turn you on. Don't be afraid of it."

Now the freaking perv is a mind reader? I watched the mirror like a fly caught in a web as he started to fuck me for real. His cock was moving in and out of me and every few strokes he would pull out all the way. It was mesmerizing to see him push back inside of me and then to feel the sensation of it as he filled my ass. When he went deep, it hurt, but the same kind of hurt you get when you lift weights that are too heavy for you.

"I'm not going to be your bitch," I told him. "Don't think you are going to get a repeat performance."

"Of course not," he acknowledged. "Unless you screw up again. The way you are headed, I will be fucking your ass so regular everyone will think we are married."

I made a disgusted sound. He held himself still inside of me and began stroking my cock slowly. He was trying to get me hard, maybe even get me off. I didn't want to look like I was enjoying any of this. I fought to keep my cock soft. The more I tried, the harder it got. Damn it! Thor positioned us so I could watch my cock sticking straight out with his hand around it. He started fucking me for real, slamming into my ass as my cock jerked in his hand. My cock exploded, spurting more juice than I had ever produced before. As I orgasmed, I could feel the spasm of my ass muscles around the thick shaft still pumping away. When Thor filled my ass with hot cum, I knew I had been truly and thoroughly fucked!

"So, you want to work out together tomorrow?" Thor asked as he pulled out.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

After Thor left, I debated if I wanted to take another shower and wash the jizz out of me. I decided I didn't.

"Man, this angel has really fallen," I said out loud to myself with disgust.

Turning out the light, I tried to sort out the myriad of conflicting memories and feelings running through my body and brain.

Chapter 5
Asmo

The morning meetings were getting much more interesting now. Aba was recovering and had shown no signs of drug use yet. Kes was talking, albeit still only in absolute darkness. Gad was behaving himself and was allowed to wear clothing again, although he usually went shirtless anyway. I was getting enough requests for residency that we might need to start doubling up the billets.

Kes was still showing up in my apartment on occasion. Usually, he slept there with me until morning after servicing me the night before. I knew he also spent nights with Thor and I couldn't help but wonder if he let Thor fuck him again. I was also pretty sure he was servicing Gad, which might account for his being in a better mood.

Aba was adjusting, although he seemed to protect his ass anytime Loki was around. Everyone stayed clear of Gad except for Kes. I figured as long as he was servicing him, he was probably safe enough.

"We have received our first private contract," I informed the staff. "It is a boy ten years of age. He is guilty of constant truancy and running away from home. His parents are quite wealthy and they have given up on trying to control their son. It is rumored in social services that he is the victim of some kind of abuse. There is no proof of that and the boy has not reported anything."

"Is he coming today?" Loki asked.

"Yes, I thought we could have him bunk in with Kes. They are the two youngest and I understand this boy is quite shy."

There were chuckles as everyone thought about what a shy boy would think of Kes.

"You should be able to forego the lice and contraband search," I said to Loki.

"Oh, thank god. I wasn't looking forward to sticking my finger up some poor scared ten-year old's ass."

I could imagine it quite well, but I kept my thoughts to myself.

"We will also be getting three or four temporary assignments. These are kids that need a bed between foster placements. Let's keep them on the west side away from the other bedrooms. Finally, we will be getting a visit from Christine, the juvie court judge handling our oversight."

"Anything special we need to prepare for her inspection?" Thor asked.

"Christine wants to interview one of the boys. I was thinking Gad might be a good choice."

I saw the look that passed between Loki and Thor. The idea of Gad being alone with the judge after he had been fucked as punishment, seemed like a very bad idea.

"I think Gad may have a talent that Christine would appreciate," I said mysteriously. "That's it. Let's get out there and demonize some boys, shall we?"

***

"I'd like you to do me a favor," I said to Gad who had just come in shirtless from his workout with Thor. "Or, maybe, I would be doing you a favor."

He looked at me suspiciously. Wiping the sweat off his face and chest, he lounged in the doorway to my office.

"It better not include someone fucking my ass again," Gad griped, his face looking flushed.

"What if you could do the fucking this time?" I teased.

Gad shook his head. "I don't get into fucking guys."

"Who said anything about fucking guys?" I replied. "I have a nice MILF coming to interview one of the boys. I thought maybe that boy could be you."

"What? You want me to fuck some social worker?" he questioned with disbelief.

"No, a judge," I said temptingly.

"Aren't you afraid I will tattle on you?" Gad said thoughtfully.

"We have your signed statement," I reminded him, "And you are at the age of consent." He made a hmm sound.

"What makes you think she will want me to fuck her?" he questioned, starting to get interested.

"I'm relying on your powers of seduction," I said stroking his ego, "And Christine has always been one hot mama."

"Okay, but I think I just made a deal with the devil."

***

This was my first intake after the disaster with Aba. A ten-year-old boy, how bad could it be, right? Just the thought of another epic screw up was making me nervous enough to make my hands sweat. I adjusted my glasses again for the umpteenth time as mommy and daddy drove up to the entrance in their silver bimmer.

Little Lord Fauntleroy was another blondie (Aba is blond) with perfect tanned smooth skin. I fantasized him dressed in a prep school uniform with short pants and a jaunty cap. In reality, he was dressed in white linen pants and a blue blazer. The driver hauled in a baker's dozen of matching luggage cases. Do I sound jealous? You bet your sweet bippy I am.

Mommy and Daddy shook my hand, hugged their son and fled. Neither of them even looked back as they tore out of the gate. It would be easy to take out my disdain for the rich on this kid, except he stood there literally shaking with fear.

"Welcome to Hell's Gate," I greeted him. "Let me show you to your room."

"Will the houseman get my bags?" the kid asked meekly.

I sighed. "No." I didn't explain that we didn't have a houseman. "I will help you."

We loaded all the luggage into the little freight elevator and sent it to the second floor. After several trips from the elevator to Kes's bedroom, we at least had the mess in the room. The room was now setup with two queen sized beds. Fortunately, it was big enough to accommodathe two beds without feeling cramped. The kid looked like he was about to cry.

"Why are there two beds?" he asked in a quavery voice.

"You will be rooming with Kes," I explained. "Don't worry, Kes is really nice and he is only a little bit older than you are. You two should get along great."

"That is unacceptable," he said shaking his head. "My parents would never expect me to share a bedroom. I am sure they must have made arrangements for a private room."

I sighed again. And, I thought this was going to be easy.

"This isn't the Hilton," I explained, "You don't get to reserve a room."

"I need to speak to the person in charge right now," he demanded in his best 'I'm a privileged brat and you better do as I say' voice.

"I am the person in charge," I explained impatiently, "And you, young man, are at Hell's Gate."

And if you keep this up, I will open up that gate and push you in; you little shit!

***

Christine showed up on time in a crisp coffee colored power suit and matching blouse. The matching heels were not standard judge work attire. Did she dress up just to visit us or did she have a hot date for later? I hoped not. I intended to put something on the menu she couldn't resist.

Christine got the full house tour and we finished up in the library to shoot the breeze and down a couple of shots of scotch.

"So, what do you think Christine?" I asked.

"What a setup. Can I move in?" Christine joked. "Word of this place gets out; I will have every kid in juvie trying to get transferred."

"Well, we don't have that kind of room," I reminded her, "We max out around thirty."

"I haven't had my interview yet," she reminded me. "I need to know the program matches the facilities."

"I think you will find Gadreel interesting," I mused.

"This is the kid with the anger management issues isn't it?" she asked suddenly alarmed. "What are you thinking, putting me in a room with a violent offender?"

"It is the perfect test for you to know that our program is working," I said soothingly. "Gad has been the perfect gentlemen lately, and he is looking forward to meeting you."

"You better be right about this," she warned.

"I am, promise. C'mon, he's waiting in his room."

I tucked her arm in mine and we walked up the wide staircase together. Chatting like old friends, we paused outside of Gad's door.

"Go on in," I invited, "He's waiting for you."

Christine opened the door and went in. The door closed behind her, but reopened almost immediately. Christine hustled back out closing the door behind her.

"He is in there in a towel. I think he must have just taken a shower," she whispered.

"Uh huh," I whispered back. "So, what do you think?"

"What do you mean, what do I think? He's practically naked."

"Uh huh. So, what do you think?"

"Well, he is a very nice-looking young man," Christine said blushing. "Did you put him up to this?"

"Of course not, bribing a judge is illegal," I said innocently. "But that doesn't mean you can't interview him however he would like to dress – or not dress."

"You really are the devil," Christine murmured. She opened the door and went in. This time she didn't come back out.

***

I sat straight up in bed, listening intently. Someone was in my room again.

"God damn it Kes, you can't keep showing up unannounced like this," I complained, "You scared the crap out of me. This isn't a public park where you come to play anytime you want. And, by the way, it's about time you told me how the hell you get in here." I noticed a second shadow. "Great, you brought company," I whined, but lowered the volume a bit as I acclimatized to the abrupt invasion of my privacy.

The second shadow resolved itself into the new boy. Both he and Kes were only clad in their underwear. From the light that filtered across the room from the large floor to ceiling windows, I could tell the new kid's underwear had a designer name on them. Figures. What was a shy boy doing running around with Kes in the dead of night in only his underwear?

Kes pulled the new kid with him as he approached the bed. From what I could see, the boy was well proportioned for his age with that lucky mix of genetics that gives some people blond hair, blue eyes and a physique without having to work for it. As Kes pulled him up onto the bed with him, I could see he had thin lips with a button nose and a strong jaw line.

Kes crawled over to where I sat propped up with pillows against the head board. He pulled the boy with him and positioned him sitting up against the head board between us. He looked ready to bolt any moment. With his arms crossed over his thin chest, his hands felt up and down his forearms as though he was cold.

"He needs to tell you something," Kes said leaning over the boy so he could speak with his face close to mine.

"Okay, but couldn't this wait for morning?" I whined.

I knew better. In kid logic, everything is urgent and things that could be said in the dark likely can't be said in the light of day.

"Go on, tell him," Kes urged the boy.

"I can't, I promised I wouldn't tell," the boy insisted stubbornly. His voice had that cultured accent that suggests wealth and a background of private schools and tutors.

"He won't think you are bad," Kes said confidently, "This is Hell's Gate."

To demonstrate, Kes crawled over the boy and started pulling down the sheet that covered my lap. Kes usually gave me a blow job when he showed up late at night, but I wasn't sure I was ready to provide a show for a ten-year-old kid I didn't know. We played tug of war with the sheet for a couple of minutes before I relented and Kes sucked my soft cock into his mouth.

I watched the boy watching Kes. His look was wide eyed, but he uncrossed his arms and leaned forward as though studying Kes's technique. Kes was looking up at both of us as if to say 'see I told you so'. I put my hand on the boy's leg, drawing his attention to me.

"It's okay, you can tell me. If you want, it can just be between us."

I could see him lick his lips and look back at Kes who was still working my growing cock. The thing that made Kes such a good cock sucker, was his patience. He never hurried, he never got tired. Kes could literally make a blow job last all night. I settled in to enjoy the attention while I listened to the new kid's story.

"My parents are very religious," the boy began.

That beginning to the story was one I had heard many times before. It was like 'once upon a time' except the tale after it was destined to be true but stranger than fiction. Whoa be to anyone caught between a religious person's cycle of temptation and guilt. I squeezed the boy's leg to convey empathy for the conflict I knew must be going on inside of him.

"My father and I are very close but my mother and father fight a lot. Whenever we can, father and I play games together. Private games that we don't want anyone else to know about."

"And when did you start playing these games together?" I questioned.

"Years ago, maybe when I turned six," he said thoughtfully. "It is hard to find a time when my mother is not there. She is very jealous. It started when mother began playing bridge every week. While she was gone, father and I would have movie night. We made popcorn, sat on the sofa together and watched movies that my mother would not approve of. Mother is very strict about movies with bad words or nudity.

"As time went on, the movies started to have sex scenes in them and we would tease each other about being aroused by them. Sometime after that we watched the movies in just our undergarments so we could see if the movie aroused one of us. I liked it when I got hard and father would notice.

"Eventually, father mixed in some porn movies, ones with stories but where everyone got naked and had sex together. When we watched porn, we would sit together naked."

"Let me guess? Soon after that he started touching you," I interjected. "Did you like him touching you?"

"Yes, I always liked movies that would let us be nude and touch each other."

Between Kes servicing me and the boy's story, I was in danger of springing a leak any moment. I signaled Kes to stop. He looked up at me and understood that I didn't want to orgasm so soon. Moving over he began licking the front of the boy's underwear. The boy looked startled, but didn't resist. The sight of the two young boys together was almost as good an aphrodisiac as Kes's hot mouth.

"What happened then?" I encouraged my little blond imp to continue.

"After our movie night, father would sometimes get depressed. He felt guilty about what we did and he would insist that it could never happen again. I didn't worry about it too much because every week he would be ready to have movie night together as soon as mother left for bridge."

"Did you play any other games?" I asked, figuring their playtime together would escalate.

"Yes. We played doctor," the boy confessed.

Kes had wetted the front of his underwear enough that I could see the outline of his privates. When Kes pulled on them, the boy raised his hips and let the underwear be pulled off. I got my first glimpse of the boy's nude tantalizingly smooth body. Kes went right to work on the tight little hairless balls, pulling the boy down onto the bed a little and pushing his legs apart so he could lap at the underside. The boy reclined against the pillows while Kes worked him over and continued with his story.

"Father would come into my bedroom and lock the door. I would pretend I was sick and lay on the bed. He would ask me questions about my symptoms and have me take off my clothes one by one so he could examine that part of my body. It was fun. Sometimes he put lotion on me or used toys to examine me."

"Did he check your prostate?" I guessed.

"Yes, sometimes he put his finger in there and told me he was touching my prostate. Sometimes he would use a toy and try to stick it in there."

"What toys did he use?" I asked curiously.

"Oh, once he put the barrel of my toy gun in there. I have a toy night stick that worked and he tried a ball, but it was too big."

"Did he fuck you," Kes inquired, lifting his head from working over the boy's balls.

"No, that came later."

"So, what else did you do together," I intervened, hoping he would get back to his story.

"We played hide and seek. The one who hid would do something to surprise the other one when he was found. I would hunt for my father and when I found him, he might be naked and playing with himself for example. When I hid, I might climb a tree naked and get myself hard. Things like that."

"It sounds like you enjoyed your time with your father," I deduced. "So, what is the problem?"

Kes moved from balls to cock, and the kid was immediately distracted from his story. It was understandable that Kes swallowing your cock would make every other thought in your head disappear. Scooting forward I pulled down one side of Kes's underwear. He took the hint and discarded them without missing a stroke. I liked just looking at the two naked boys together. I signaled Kes to ease up on the blow job or I would never get the whole story. He switched to licking and sucking on the boy's nipple while keeping him hard by stroking him with his hand.

"It started when I woke up in the middle of the night and found my mother sitting on the edge of my bed with a knife in her hands. She called me a demon and said I was tempting my father and making him do sinful things. She said father wasn't interested in her anymore, he wanted to be with me all the time. She said it was all my fault and accused me of seducing him with my demon wiles.

"They fought a lot after that and I stopped playing games with my father. We were too scared that she would catch us. It didn't matter, she kept accusing us of things all the time and that is when I started running away. Every time they brought me back it was worse."

"Did she hurt you," I asked sympathetically.

"Yes. She would get me out of bed in the middle of the night and make me take my clothes off and kneel down. She said I had to confess and pray for forgiveness. When I wouldn't do it, she slapped me and pummeled me with her fists. I didn't want to fight back; she is my mother. So, I would run away again."

Kes got tired of waiting for us to finish talking, so he laid down between the boy's legs and tried to work his way down under him to his sweet little anus.

"How did you end up here?" I asked curiously.

"In between her 'spells', mother would be perfectly normal. She even apologized for hitting me and saying mean things. Every time we thought it must be over now and everything would go back to normal. But, when we least expected it, she would start acting crazy again.

"The last time it happened, she woke me up in the middle of the night and made me strip. She held a knife to my throat and made me go to their bedroom and kneel on the floor. She yelled at my father to look at me and confess what he had done with me. She said she knew he had given in to the demon and she wanted him to show her what he had done. If he didn't do it, she would cut me.

"I was really scared. My father tried to reason with her, but it was no use. So, he told her he had given me a blow job even though he never had. She told him to show her. So, he put his mouth on my cock and I got hard. She said that was proof that we had done it before and now she was totally justified in exposing me for the demon that I was."

My little demon, Kes, had succeeded in pushing his way under the boy far enough that the boy's body was turned facing me. With Kes's tongue buried in his asshole, he was once again distracted and breathing heavily. I smacked Kes's butt to get his attention. At this rate it would be morning before I got the whole story. Kes came up for air and glared at me. I held my hands out to say to him without words 'what the fuck?'

"Was she satisfied then?" I prompted.

"No. She was sure we had done more and she argued with father that he had to come clean with all of it before he could be forgiven. I was pretty certain by then that she intended to kill one of us. She was getting more upset and acting crazier all the time. She insisted we all had to get undressed and appear before God naked. She wanted me to look at her and then she slapped me for seeing her naked. She kept yelling for my father to do it. Just do it. He tried to distract her by trying to have sex with her, but she wouldn't let him.

"When he told her he didn't know what she wanted him to do, she grabbed me by the hair and made me get on my hands and knees with my butt facing him. She told him to fuck the demon. God would forgive him because it was a demon and not his son."

"Sweet Jesus," I murmured.

"That was the first time my father fucked me. He was having trouble getting hard enough to get it in my butt. Mother kept waving the knife around and saying if he didn't do it, she would have to cut me. When he finally got it inside of me, she started yanking on my penis and asking me how I liked it. Did I like having a man in my ass? She was trying to milk me and make me cum, but she was pulling on it so hard, it just hurt. When she figured out I wasn't getting hard, she grabbed me by the hair again and stuck her tit in my mouth and told me to suck on it. After that she tried to stick her crotch in my face and get me to lick it.

"I guess I didn't do a very good job because she went back to pulling on my penis and watching father's cock go up my ass. She told him to pound me hard so the demon would leave my body. She tried to help him by beating on my back and butt with her fist to force the demon out."

"Couldn't your father have over powered her and taken the knife away," I reasoned, totally engrossed in the incredible story.

"I think he could have. I think he half believed I was possessed with a demon. That maybe, he really could fuck the demon out of me."

"Holy hell!" I cursed under my breath.

"He did save me though, after all. When father came inside of me, they discussed whether or not it had been enough to drive the demon out. Mother didn't think so, she was convinced we would have to do more. Father said he had heard of this place called Hell's Gate, and maybe it was a sign. If I still had a demon in me, then it belonged in a place like Hell's Gate."

"And so it does," I sighed. "I will promise you this. You will not be going home until we have found a way to fix this. No more running, for now, you belong here with us."

I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him in so he could rest his head on my shoulder. Kes went back to forcing his tongue in the kid's asshole.

"Does what Kes is doing to you feel good or bad?" I questioned, concerned his past experience may have traumatized him.

"Good, hmm, really good," he breathed, leaning in tighter to my chest.

Kes came up for air again. "No name," he said to me, "He has no name."

"Ahh, yes, his angel name," I agreed, finally understanding what Kes wanted. "You are so young and innocent, your life is still magical and full of mystical adventure yet to come. I name you Asmodeous, the fallen angel in charge of earthly spirits and genies."

After such a scary experience with his parents, I wanted Asmo to have a good one and Kes was just the boy to make it happen. I pulled Asmo over to lay on top of me so that he was straddling my body with his head on my chest. Kes moved with us and I could see him bobbing up and down as he worked his tongue between the boy's spread ass cheeks. Asmo rubbed his body against mine and he felt wonderfully warm and cuddly in my arms.

I considered fucking him. Getting my cock inside that young tanned preppy body would be heaven. Or maybe I should let him fuck me? It would be equally as hot to teach him the wonders of fucking for the first time. Finally, I chose the perfect compromise. I would show him how to fuck, by getting him to fuck Kes. Seeing the two boys together would be enough to get me off without even touching myself.

I let Kes work over Asmo for a while longer while I enjoyed the feel of his young body against mine. Eventually, I caught Kes's arm and pulled him up next to me. Kes was always good about understanding what I wanted him to do. I had him lay down next to me on his stomach. With Asmo watching me, I felt his butt cheeks and ran my finger down his ass crack. Taking Asmo's hand I placed it on Kes and guided it over his butt and down his crack until we were both fingering his sphincter.

Kes murmured, his face in the pillow, while we played with his ass. With me guiding him, Asmo got a finger past the protective ring of muscle and pushed up into Kes. Asmo took over from there, exploring Kes's body and experimenting with different ways to finger fuck his new friend.

Getting Asmo up on his knees, I positioned myself behind him so I could guide him between Kes's legs. With a pillow under Kes's hips, Asmo leaned over his body, his cock brushing against his butt. Reaching between Asmo's legs, I gripped his cock and felt a rush of raw desire as the cock in my hand met the resistance of Kes's ass and slowly slid inside.

I tried to hold back, but couldn't. My load coated the boy where my cock rested against his ass crack. Both Kes and Asmo were making noises of pleasure as they worked their bodies against each other. Asmo only got in a couple of deep thrusts before he exploded with a yell.

Kes turned over on his back, spread his legs wide and raised his hips off the bed. Asmo stroked his cock for him and Kes quickly squirted cum over his own stomach and chest.

The two boys lay back on the bed side by side, breathing heavily. My heart was still pounding so hard I thought I might have a heart attack. I realized that in all the time Kes had been with me, I had never seen him orgasm. It made what had just happened extra special. I drank in the sight of them and thought of how lucky I was to be able to have them with me, if only for a little while.

We slept together, if you could call it sleep. I woke frequently to touch them, one on each side of me. They cuddled their little butts against me and I played with their soft cocks while they slept. Life is good in Hell's Gate.

Chapter 6
Mommy Dearest

"Good morning, Christine," I said cheerfully, "Coffee?"

Christine was wearing the same coffee colored power suit, albeit it was a bit less crisp than yesterday. She seemed tired but glowing.

"How was your night?" I inquired mischievously.

"Oh my god Luc, I'm ruined!" Christine wailed.

"Come with me, my dear, let's sit in the library and you can tell me all about it," I said in a low voice, steering her away from the others.

We settled into wing back chairs across from each other in front of the fire place. Kes had thoughtfully provided me with a small carafe of coffee that I shared with Christine.

"I will never be satisfied with another man my age," she lamented to me, sitting back in her chair as if in a trance. "That body, and I swear his cock never went down."

"I take it you enjoyed yourself," I commented, crossing my legs and sitting back to sip on my coffee.

"Enjoyed myself?" Christine gushed, "I was in heaven all – night – long. Do you think he could come to my house and spend the night?"

"Of course not, Christine," I admonished, "He is still a violent juvenile offender. Besides, it's a school night."

"You are so cruel," she groaned. "You had to remind me he is still in school. What is wrong with me?"

"Absolutely nothing," I said grinning, "And, you are welcome here any time."

"Really? You aren't just saying that? I'm addicted to that body. I want his cock in my mouth."

"It's alright if you don't want to talk about the details, Christine," I interjected. "I wouldn't want to invade your privacy."

"When he took my ass, I thought I was going to die! It made me so wet, I couldn't wait for him to take me there too."

"Really, no need to over share."

"You haven't fucked him, have you?" Christine asked sharply.

"Of course not," I said choking on my coffee. "What do you think I am?"

"I know what you are," she countered, looking off into space. "He's mine, all mine."

***

"Gentlemen, I called this special meeting of the house because I need your help," I announced to the group.

The boys were lounging around the formal sitting room in various states of dress. I looked at each one of them and marveled at the feelings I have developed for them in such a short amount of time.

Kes is wearing the little running shorts he always wears for our morning workout. His long skinny torso is starting to show signs of development. He is still my constant companion. We run and swim together every morning, but he also shadows me throughout the day. It seems like whenever I need something, he is there. Although I fuss about it, I cherish the nights he chooses to sleep with me. I just wish he would tell me how he manages to get into my apartment unseen.

Asmodeus is dressed like the preppy school boy he is. In shorts and a polo shirt, his smooth tanned skin is flawless. When he moves, I am distracted by the slight appearance of his nipples through the knit material of his shirt.

Thor and Loki are a god send. Loki always wears a button-down shirt when he is on duty. Thor, on the other hand, often goes shirtless when no visitors are expected. I could not ask for a more intelligent and hard-working pair of handsome college men to work with. They have settled in easily and have such a good rapport with the boys.

Aba is still coming around, but making progress. Always dressed stylishly, his blond hair perfectly coiffured, he is delightful eye-candy. The tight stove-pipe-legged jeans show off his slender legs, bubble butt and bulging crotch. I wouldn't be surprised if he pads the crotch a little. With a tight white wife beater t-shirt, his shapely slender chest is on full display.

Gad has become a favorite. Rough and crude at times, he is also incredibly sexy. Leisurely sitting across from me in just a pair of jeans with his legs spread the way straight guys always do, it makes my underwear tight around my chub.

"You have all met Asmodeus, our newest and youngest resident," I said motioning to where Asmo was sitting next to Kes.

Everyone acknowledged Asmo with a friendly gesture. He blushed, obviously not wanting to be the center of attention.

"I have invited his parents for a visit," I continued. "They have been naughty, and need to be taught a lesson."

Now I had everyone's attention. They all knew a thing or two about being naughty and what my idea of punishment might be.

"If you are willing, I have assignments for all of you."

***

Asmo's parents arrived in a chauffeured limo that delivered them to the grand entrance to the mansion. Thor greeted them on the steps and escorted them to the main salon. The mother was dressed in a silky shimmery gown with a sparkly gem pendant around her neck and a very expensive looking diamond bracelet. The father was formally attired in a dark-blue business suit with a power tie. Thor looked handsome in a black form fitting turtleneck, loose black linen pants and a colorful tuxedo vest.

Kes came in with a tray of before dinner drinks and hors d'oeuvres. He wore a tight white body shirt tucked into a pair of equally tight leather pants. I watched both parents give his body the once over. If they only knew Kes's real talent. Loki joined us for drinks looking very studious in an all-white outfit with a button-down shirt and bow tie.

Last, but not least, Asmo arrived in an almost sheer pair of white drawstring linen pants under a cream-colored kurta with an open neck down to the middle of his smooth tanned chest. He wore a black leather choker around his neck and black leather sandals on his bare feet. The black leather set off his sun-streaked blond hair quaffed high. I thought I detected a little bit of eyeliner to set off the look. I knew Aba had contributed to his wardrobe and I suspected Loki had added the final touches.

His parents audibly gasped at his appearance, and his father in particular could not keep his eyes off of his son. Asmo conducted himself like a prince. Sitting with perfect posture, he participated in the small talk, sipping a Virgin Mary Kes had served him. Whenever he moved, there were glimpses of his chest or hints of his leg, thigh or more in his pants. I had never seen anyone so suggestive while still fully clothed.

We went to high tea in the formal dining room. I had the affair catered, but served by Kes and Aba. The soup course was a pumpkin sage bisque. Kes carefully ladled soup for each of us. Leaning over each person it was impossible to miss the outline of his lean pecs in the body shirt.

Aba served the appetizers, stuffed mushrooms and candied carrots. In an outfit identical to Kes, Aba had a more developed chest and of course a more developed crotch on display.

During the salad course, a chopped Thai green with peanut dressing, Asmo was leaning over to converse with Thor. His father stared as the kurta fell open enough to show his nipple. Strange how clothing can enhance sexual tension by concealing some things and revealing others.

By the main course the mother was practically eating out of Thor's hand and the father was literally drooling over all of the boys. Dessert was ginger layer cake with wine poached pears and cream cheese frosting. Watching Asmo lick frosting from his fingers, his father was so distracted he dropped his fork. He took his time hunting for it under the table. I knew, because we had tested it, you could see Asmo's cock and balls outlined in the thin fabric of his pants when he was sitting down. Of course, there were other interesting crotches down there as well.

Finally, Aba served a small glass of after dinner liqueur. The mother's drink was expertly prepared by Aba with a dose of his former indulgence. That's when it got interesting.

Loki and Thor helped the mother to her feet, offering a tour of the mansion. How could she refuse the attentions of two handsome young men? As she tottered from the room a bit unsteady, I invited the father to join me in my office to discuss the details of his son's stay with us.

After seating the father on the other side of my desk with a fresh drink, I kept one eye on the video streams running on the double monitors. The monitors were turned enough that I could see them but the father could not.

***

The first video stream showed Gad lying naked on his bed.

After a brief pretense of a tour, Loki and Thor were supposed to get the woman into Gad's bedroom. I saw the bedroom door open on the video screen and the boys half carry the woman into the room. I hoped Aba had not given her too much.

"Whaas this?" she slurred.

"We thought you might appreciate some personal entertainment," Thor replied.

Gad approached, giving her plenty of time to ogle his body. Thor and Loki began unzipping and getting her out of the elaborate straps and fasteners of her gown.

"Whaacha doin. Stop tha t," she hiccupped. "Do you not – know – who I – Oops."

The boys had her breasts bared and Gad dove right in. The door opened and Kes and Aba came in.

"You guys can take it from here, right?" Thor asked, struggling to get the gown down over the woman's ample hips.

Both Kes and Aba stripped down quickly, and now the three naked boys maneuvered the half-dressed woman onto the bed.

***

"I invited you and your wife here because I thought we should discuss a few things," I began while still managing to track the progress on my monitors and listening to my ear bud. "You see I know what you are."

"Excuse me," he said abruptly in an offended tone of voice.

"I said I know what you are. I know you like to play games with your son. Don't worry, it's okay, because your son likes the games you play."

"I am sure I don't know what you mean," he objected.

"I think you do," I said as I turned the monitor of Asmo in his bedroom so his father could see it.

"Your son is very attractive, isn't he?" I questioned him as he stared at the monitor.

***

Thor and Loki entered the room shirtless, grabbed Asmo and threw him on the bed. Asmo struggled while the two young men began stripping off his clothes. His father sat up straight, gripping the arms of the chair as he watched.

They had the kurta off now. They used the bed wrist restraints to keep Asmo spreadeagle on the bed, naked from the waist up. The sheer pants showed glimpses of his cock as he struggled.

***

The father was visibly excited now, his heart rate and breathing accelerated. We had discussed earlier in group, what would get his father most excited. We decided Asmo play-acting rape would really turn his father on. It seems we were correct.

"If this is black mail, you won't get away with it," he said confidently.

"Actually, I could, but I am not interested in your money. I want you to divorce your wife."

"What! Are you mad?" he blustered, his eyes not leaving the video screen.

"You and your wife have been very naughty," I admonished, "You will pay for that, but your wife has to go."

***

Thor had pulled off Asmo's pants and attached the ankle restraints. Asmo struggled realistically as Thor stroked his cock and Loki played with his nipples. His father swallowed repeatedly and squirmed uncomfortably in his chair. I assumed it was because of his sudden hard on.

***

"I can't divorce my wife, it's her money," he explained.

"Better to be poor and have your son safe," I lectured, "But, I may be able to help you with that."

I turned around the other screen so he could see his wife now naked surrounded by three naked boys.

***

As we watched, Gad had her on her back on top of him and was forcing his cock into her ass. Her legs were spread wide showing her sex to the camera. Kes was kissing her and playing with her breasts. Aba was preparing to mount her for a session of double penetration. Her mouth was slack and I had removed the ear bud so wouldn't have to hear her screams of ecstasy. I passed the ear bud to her husband so he could listen. Aba sank his cock in her cunt and they began to fuck her from both sides.

***

"At least two of those boys are under the age of consent," I informed him. "Maybe you and your wife could share a cell? Or you could use this to ditch the bitch."

"My wife will just say she was forced to have sex with those boys." Still watching his son on screen, he asked, "Are they going to rape him?" Obviously, he hoped they would.

"Trust me, this is enough evidence with a friendly judge to put your wife away for many years," I advised. "You should be able to use it to get a very favorable divorce. Then you can go back to playing games with your son. Now, come with me."

***

I led him up the stairs to Asmo's bedroom. When we came in, the boys were touching Asmo's body and kissing him, but backed away when they saw us enter. Asmo continued to struggle while his father ogled him.

"Would you like to watch your son being raped?" I asked nonchalantly. "Thor, show him what you intend to shove up his son's ass."

Thor unfastened and removed his pants. Loki did the same. Now that I could see the two side by side, Thor's body was the most impressive but Loki had a longer cock and was a few inches taller.

"Which one would you like to see use your son first?" I asked suggestively, "Or maybe you want to go first. You could take him right now."

"Father?" Asmo pleaded. He had a future as an actor, if he wanted one.

"You've raped him before, haven't you?" I reminded him, "You and your wife. Were you in on it the whole time? Did you help her plan it so you would have an excuse to get inside of him? Go ahead, take your clothes off, the boys will hold him down for you."

"I swear it wasn't my idea," he declared, starting to undress. "His mother found out about us being together and insisted she wanted to watch. I told her I had never hurt him, but she only gets off on domination, bondage and pain."

"You liked it well enough that you want to do it again, don't you?" I accused him.

"Yes," he confessed. "I do."

"Okay boys," I gave the signal.

Thor and Loki grabbed the half-dressed man and wrestled him onto the second bed. Once they had the rest of his clothes off, they restrained him face down. I released Asmo and he came to me and let me hug him.

"Your son has learned that he likes to fuck," I explained. "I think it fitting that he has the opportunity to give to you what you planned for him. You might even like it."

"I don't know what you want or what you are up to, but you won't get away with it. My son would never hurt me."

"What I want is what your son wants, for him to feel safe and have a loving father who plays games with him," I said to the father but also directed my words to the boy in my arms. "Do you want to watch your father being raped or would you like to fuck him yourself?"

Asmo didn't respond, only held on to me tighter. I motioned for Thor to proceed. With Loki's assistance, Thor prepared to mount the man. He forced his cock into his ass without the benefit of foreplay, and the man cried out. Asmo turned his head away from my chest and watched. Thor pulled out all the way and re-entered him, causing him to cry out again. I could feel Asmo's cock harden against mine as I continued to hug him.

The boys switched places, Loki plunging deeper and fucking him harder. It excited Asmo to see his father being used like this. I guess the old man isn't the only one who likes to play rough. Is Asmo a chip off the old block?

"I contacted the chairman of the board of your company. It seems your wife has been as crazy at work as she is at home. The chairman was very anxious to cooperate with any possible opportunity for a takeover."

I could see I had the father's attention, even though Loki was pounding him. Asmo let go of me and went to stand next to Thor, watching what was happening on the bed.

"The manager of your son's trust fund was very interested in the possibility of purchasing controlling shares in the family business. By now, I am sure he has quietly bought up the shares your chairman has arranged to be available to him."

I could see my quiet conversation was disturbing him even more than the cock in his ass. He writhed on the bed as though being tortured. He knew he and his wife were being well and truly fucked over. It was a delicious moment of retribution.

Asmo moved over to the bed and one by one released the restraints from his father's wrists and ankles. Loki pulled out and stood by, ready to intervene if necessary. When his father was free, Asmo got on the bed, lay down on his back and hugged him. His hard cock rubbed up and down in his father's butt crack, but he didn't try to penetrate him.

"It would seem that your son could make you CEO, to manage the company for him until he is of age. If he wanted, that is."

It took a couple of minutes for his situation to sink in. I knew he finally got it when he reached back, grasped his son's cock, and pushed it into his hole. He groaned as his son began to fuck him, his hips thrusting hard as he hugged his father's back. There is nothing more sensual than watching a young boy fuck his father. His little butt flashing a glimpse of his tight little anus and balls every time he pulled back for another thrust. What a beautiful sight. I felt privileged to watch.

***

We were able to bundle Asmo's well used parents into their limo a few hours before dawn. What a night! Everyone was exhausted and quietly disappeared into their beds to catch a few hours of sleep before the sun found us again to start another brand-new day.

Chapter 7
Make Me Proud

One by one, the boys straggled into the kitchen looking for caffeine. There was none.

"Where the hell is Kes?" Thor groused. "He always makes the coffee. I don't even know where the filters are."

Dressed in just his spandex workout shorts, Thor yawned and pawed through cupboards.

"Morning," Loki said, purposely not specifying a good morning. "I don't think I even got two hours of good sleep."

Hunched over the kitchen island, Loki fumbled with the wrapper on a loaf of bread. Gad breezed in, yanking open the drawer under the coffee maker, he pulled out a stack of coffee filters and proceeded to put together the necessary ingredients for the life sustaining brew.

"Did you hear that bitch last night?" Gad chuckled. "She kept yelling oh god, oh god. I told her, honey, that ain't god in your ass."

"She was wasted," Aba concurred, sitting on the other stool at the kitchen counter. "I didn't give her that much. She sure seemed to love the fucking we gave her."

"He's gone," Kes wailed, standing in the kitchen doorway with Asmo at his side.

"Who's gone, where?" Loki asked, trying to focus on the two youngest miscreants.

"Luc, he's gone." Kes began to sob like his heart would break.

The intensity of Kes's reaction startled everyone into paying attention.

"You must be mistaken," Loki chided, figuring out from his reaction that Kes didn't mean that Luc had run away. "He was fine just a few hours ago. I will put the dogs in and go check on him. I'm sure he is just messing with ya."

Loki brushed past the boys and went out the door wearing the pajama bottoms he liked to sleep in.

"Hey, you're talking," Gad exclaimed, pointing at Kes.

"Luc said I should be seen and heard, so you shut up!" Kes yelled at Gad before continuing with his lament. "I never told him about the tunnel. He asked me all the time, but I would never tell him. There's a secret tunnel from the basement to the carriage house, that's how I get into his apartment."

Kes was angry and sobbing and talking all at the same time. Thor crossed the room and hugged him. Kes clung to him like a drowning man to a life preserver. The mood was tense as everyone waited to hear that Kes was just being overly dramatic.

***

"He's dead," Loki said from the doorway, his face distorted with shock and grief.

"He said he wanted to read for a while before we went to sleep," Asmo recalled. "I told him that since he named me Asmodeus, the angel in charge of genies that I wanted to grant him three wishes, just like in the fairy tales. He laughed and said just having us with him was all he wished for and now he could die a happy man. And then he did."

Asmo dissolved into tears and Thor patted his back, trying to console both of the distraught younger boys.

"It's just a coincidence, he didn't know he was going to die," Loki assured the boy. "Did he?"

"I don't know, that old perv was spooky," Aba spoke up. "I'm just saying he would say things he should never have known, and stuff came true just like he said it would."

Thor glared at him.

"What?" Aba asked throwing up his hands. "He was a nice, smart old perv and I will miss him, okay? Stop glaring at me, I said I will miss him!"

"I don't want to sound selfish, but what happens to us, to Hell's Gate," Gad asked turning to Loki and Thor.

"You are right Gad," Loki replied, pulling himself together. "There are things that need to be done. I will call the judge. She will know what to do."

"The police are going to come. They may ask questions. No one talks to the police but Loki, got it?" Thor demanded. "Now, everyone spread out and make sure there is nothing left lying around that is suspicious. You know what I mean. Meet back here in an hour."

The police came, but confined their visit to the apartment when it was determined the death was from natural causes. The ambulance came for the body, even though everyone knew he was dead, he had to be declared dead by a doctor and confirmed by the coroner.

Christine rushed in while the boys were consoling each other in the kitchen. She hugged and kissed Gad, oblivious to anyone else who might see them together.

"Thank you for coming judge," Loki said gratefully. "We aren't sure what is going to happen now."

"Well, knowing Luc, and I do, he will have planned for this," Christine assured them. "Let's go see if he left estate papers in his office."

Everyone trooped into Luc's spacious and efficiently organized office. Hunting through the book shelves, Christine pulled out a notebook.

"Here it is, copies of the estate planning."

Pulling out a pair of reading glasses, she sat at the desk and leafed through the papers in the notebook murmuring to herself.

"Ahh yes, oh, no that refers to the trust," she mumbled. "The will specifies the successor trustees of the living trust which includes the properties."

Christine cleared her throat, getting everyone's attention.

"It says here that Albert Freeman and Theodore McGan are the successor trustees of the living trust of the mansion and all of its maintenance and investment accounts."

"Who the hell is that?" Gad blurted out.

"Ah hmm, I'm Albert," Thor admitted, raising his hand.

"God, that is just so wrong," Gad said shaking his head, "No one with your body should be called Albert."

"I'm Theodore," Loki said sadly. "Did he really leave Hell's Gate to us."

"Yes, it looks that way," Christine confirmed. "There is one other provision. Kes is guaranteed residency at Hell's Gate for as long as it functions as a half-way house. In addition, there is an investment trust setup that Kes will inherit when he comes of age. The accounts total over – well, congratulations young man, you are a millionaire before you even have to shave."

"Looks like you guys are in charge now," Aba noted. "What do you say – Albert?"

"Loki's the brains of this outfit," Thor announced. "He is in charge. I'm just here to provide the muscle and to look pretty."

"And you do a marvelous job of it," Gad complimented and teased at the same time. "If I weren't straight, I'd do ya. But seriously you don't give yourself enough credit, you are not just a pretty face. Hey, where did Kes go?"

As if hearing his name summoned him, Kes appeared with a pitcher of orange juice and glasses.

"I propose a toast," Kes said sadly, passing out glasses and filling them from the pitcher. "To the best devil to bring out the angel in all of us. To Luc."

"Here, here," the group joined in clinking glasses and downing their drinks.

"Ahh, nothing like a screwdriver first thing in the morning," Gad exclaimed pouring another.

"Under the circumstances, I will ignore the underage drinking," Christine sighed. "Not that judges who live in glass houses should throw stones, but just like I had to ignore Luc's underage fucking."

"Hmm, not me," Aba declared. "Should I feel left out?"

"Never laid a hand on me," Gad said emphatically. "Kes?"

He shook his head sadly. "I offered, but no."

"What about you, Asmo?" Gad asked.

"Nope. I've only been fucked by my father."

Christine's eyebrows went up at Asmo's offhand comment. "Certainly, you guys have," Christine said confidently, looking expectantly at both Loki and Thor. "Not that you are underage."

"Never with me," Loki assured her.

"Same here," Thor added.

"Well, I'll be damned," Christine said in wonder.

"I hate to break this up, but we have an intake today," Loki interrupted. "According to Luc's notes, he is a seventeen-year-old gang member convicted of possession and distribution."

"Also suspected of several vicious assaults and possible armed robbery," Christine filled in. "I assigned him here instead of juvie, but with Luc gone?" She shook her head.

"We can handle it," Loki assured her. "Just give us a chance. Aba, you're in charge of contraband search. Until we know if he is violent because he had to be or because he wanted to be; Gad, you will be security. Thor, he is coming in on your watch. Kes, you just do – what you always do."

"What about me?" Asmo asked, feeling left out.

"Your driver will be here to take you to your lawyer's office to sign papers this morning," Loki read from the schedule.

"Well, la te da," Aba teased. "It must not suck to be you."

"Give him a break, his parents are getting divorced," Kes admonished.

"I will be asking the court for emancipation," Asmo said looking very grown up for a ten-year-old.

"Have your attorney send over the papers," Christine said sympathetically. "The court will hear your petition".

Kes filled the glasses again, placing an empty one in the middle of Luc's desk. They each took a glass. Standing around the desk they prepared to give one last toast to their missing fallen angel, Lucifer, the one who started it all both here and in heaven.

"He would be proud you know," Christine said, her voice breaking a little, as she looked at each one in the group. "He would be very proud of all of you. Cheers!"

The End