Prologue

Not so long ago I had been perfectly content as a rather eccentric, isolated, computer geek, focused solely on my work. That all ended the day David was dropped on my doorstep like an oversized stork delivery. David is my biological son, the one I never knew I had. His mother was a high school indiscretion that, regrettably, I cannot remember. However, I have never regretted that delivery and cannot imagine life without David and his precocious half brother Jason whom I adopted.

Our little 'family' is a bit unorthodox in that I never raised the boys, and in fact have no experience at all with children. They met me, an adult stranger, at a time of hormonal and emotional instability and sexual curiosity. The result was an unusually strong physical and emotional bond between us, unencumbered by the usual 'family' social norms. B.T.B. (before the boys) I would usually head back upstairs to my office after dinner and work on into the night. I derived pleasure from the completion of a complex algorithm or efficient subroutine. Now, after dinner time is reserved for watching movies or playing video games with my boys.

Most nights I relax in my old comfortable terry cloth robe on the sectional in the family room. Usually one of the boys will sit between my legs, leaning back against me as though I am an inanimate sofa cushion. They invariably argue between themselves about which movie to watch or game to play. After the final decision is made, sometimes trial by combat is required, we settle in. I find immense pleasure in being able to leisurely touch the boys, often while their attention is directed elsewhere. Jason, being the youngest, seeks out my attention most often. Sometime during the night, I remove his shirt if he is wearing one so that we can cuddle skin to skin. I love the feel of his smooth chest and playing with the hard nub of his nipples. Often without prompting, he removes his pants knowing I cannot resist tracing the outline of his penis through his underwear. It always results in a persistent hard on begging for release. If it is late, he may be half asleep as I pull down and discard his undies. I gather his little compact body up and hold him straddling my lap facing me, his head on my shoulder. I love the feel of his naked body against mine as I stroke his back and buttocks. His hard little cock rubs against my stomach and my cock rubs between the crack of his butt as I rock him, lifting him with my hands under each of his little butt cheeks. When I can't wait any longer, I settle him down on top of my erection, letting his weight apply pressure until the head of my cock penetrates the tight boundary of his body. He will gasp or moan at that first invasion.

If David is in the room, he prefers to be a voyeur rather than joining in. I like it when he removes his clothes and masturbates while he watches his brother being fucked. I thrust up into Jason as I hold him tight against me. It amazes me that his tiny little ass can accommodate my cock. Pulling out all the way lets me feel my cock stretch his hole again, the tight muscles of his body gripping me like a tight elastic glove.

When Jason sits leaning back against my arms, my cock is forced all the way up inside of him. It is a sign that he is ready to orgasm. He sometimes gets a little white bead of cum on the head of his penis. I stroke him, helping him reach that edge that means release is close. His entire body stiffens and he yells when he cums. I let go too, spurting scalding hot spunk inside of him. I hug him tight, my cock left in place until it pops out on its own. Wrapping his legs around my waist, I carry him up to bed.

On other nights it may be David who sits with me. I especially like it when David comes in fresh from his work out shower wearing only a towel. When he leans back against me, I can feel the heat from the hot water radiating from his body. His hair is damp and smells of shampoo. I can't resist the feel of his smooth muscled chest tapering down to his impossibly tiny waist. He knows that sometime during the night I will unhook the towel so that it slides down his thighs leaving him completely exposed.

With David there is more to feel, like the muscles of his chest and thighs. His nipples are larger and more sensitive, his penis and scrotum larger. I like to tease him by wetting my finger and circling the head of his sensitive circumcised cock. His cock twitches, pulsing in time with his heart beat. Ultimately, the sensation becomes too much and he squirms away, pushing his ass back, rubbing against my own hard cock. I keep up the touching until I am sure he is ready to move to the next level.

Jason is fascinated by his older brother and sometimes he will kneel between David's legs and take his cock into his mouth. This always results in a premature end to our session, as Jason will not give up until David spills his hot teenage juice into his mouth. Other times he just watches, his eyes locked on David's body. I wonder if he is perhaps envious of his older brother's physique and wondering if and when his own body will mature.

With David naked and aroused, I like to pull his leg up so that one foot is on the sofa. This gives me access to finger his ass while still playing with his cock and balls. David enjoys having his prostate massaged. We have tried toys such as a dildo or vibrator, but there is no substitute for a finger or two. David is still hairless, a condition that will not remain much longer I am afraid. I like the feel of his smooth hairless ass. His muscular ass cheeks flex as I move my fingers feeling for that little spot deep inside. Like any good massage, I take my time, judging my success by the contented moans of pleasure I hear. When the time is right, I exchange my fingers with my cock. With David lying in front of me, he twists his body at the waist so that I can penetrate him while still being able to kiss. Stroking long and deep inside of David is the most pleasurable sex I have ever had, man or woman. It doesn't take long for us to orgasm. For David, it doesn't even require touching himself. His cock jerks and bounces, spurting his young sperm in copious amounts. He accepts my contribution deep inside, feeling my cock pulse and the hot liquid spurt.

Recently Liddia and her sons, Justin and Alex, have moved into the pool house. Liddia is in the process of a messy divorce from a boy toy that made the mistake of practicing his brand of extreme sadism on her boys. She is an acquaintance of mine from my days in army intelligence. Liddia is still working in intelligence, but I doubt she is doing field work anymore. She still gets called in when a hotspot develops because of her extensive network of human contacts. Intelligence is now all drones and satellite feeds, but there is no real substitute for the face to face human relationships built over time. Liddia is a petite bombshell who plays up the idea that she is just a dumb blond. Nothing could be farther from the truth. She has almost total recall and her hand to hand combat skills … well, I readily concede that she can easily kick my ass. Her boys fit right in with all the testosterone and male bonding in the household. We soon gave up trying to keep track of who was sleeping with whom.

I am also grateful to Liddia for agreeing to seduce David. I preferred David's 'first' to be with an experienced older woman in a safe, romantic environment rather than an immature girl in the backseat of a car. I confess, the HD security monitors recorded it all. While it would make a very hot porn video if I chose to publish it, my only intent is to save it for David should he ever want a visual reminder of 'his first time'.

The seduction was perfectly natural and beautifully executed. Alex and David were up late hunched over a laptop in the great room. Liddia came up from the garden level workout room, fresh from a shower. Greeting the boys, they stood up as she entered the room. Alex kissed his mom on the lips, as is their usual custom. Liddia spoke with them for a moment and then indicated that the two boys should kiss each other. This was also not unusual and the boys complied readily. Liddia leaned in and kissed David. David looked surprised at first but then broke out in a big goofy grin. Liddia repeated the routine, kissing Alex more thoroughly than before and hugging his body with her own. As they broke the kiss, Alex squeezed her breast affectionately. Next the boys kissed each other again, using their tongues to explore each other's mouths and their hands to explore each other's body. David waited with anticipation as Liddia leaned into him and proceeded to kiss him as she had her son. David mimicked Alex and tentatively touched her breast. Liddia smiled encouragingly.

With a quick motion, Liddia assisted Alex in removing his shirt. Alex turned to David and did the same. Liddia then pushed the straps of her workout leotard off her shoulders and pulled it down her tight lean body. Stepping out of the garment, she took each of the boys by the hand and led them over in front of the hearth. They settled down together on the carpet in front of the fire. Liddia leisurely unfastened Alex's pants and assisted him in removing the rest of his clothes. With Alex leaning back on his elbows displaying his handsome, muscular teenage body, his mother took his thick cock into her mouth. David watched, his mouth hanging open with undisguised teenage lust on his face. Alex grinned at his best friend, having carefully planned this unexpected surprise with his mom, he was anxious for David to enjoy the experience.

Having brought Alex to full attention with her mouth, Liddia turned to David who was on his knees nearby sitting with his feet under him. When she reached to unfasten his pants, her hand brushed against his already throbbing erection. David gasped a little. A look of nervous concentration came over his face. With an understanding smile, Liddia rubbed her hand over his chest and took her time stroking his arms and shoulders before again attempting to pull down the zipper of his pants. David clumsily fell over on his side trying to simultaneously get off his knees and remove his pants. After a minute or two of thrashing around he was naked and leaning back on his elbows just like his best friend Alex. When Liddia took him into her mouth a moan escaped. He had received blow jobs before, usually from his brother, but there was something different about it being delivered by an attractive adult woman.

The boys began exploring Liddia's body with their hands and lips. Starting with another round of kissing, they worked their way down paying special attention to the parts that were different from their own. Alex then gently positioned David between Liddia's thighs and gripping the base of his cock, guided the entry into previously uncharted territory. Once contact was made, Alex continued to use his fingers to massage both David and Liddia. Using his intimate knowledge of both, he knew just where to stimulate and to guide the penetration depth and rhythm.

Of course, David would never know the encounter had been elaborately planned from start to finish. The threesome spent the night sleeping in front of the fire and David was a frequent visitor to the pool house from then on.

Now you understand why I am so reluctant to do what I must. I know that by the time it is finished, our 'family' will never be the same again. Sure, I will see the boys again when they come to visit. But, the days of adolescent innocence will be gone, never to return. The wolves are at the gate and there isn't much time. I have waited as long as I can.

Chapter 1
Game On

"Can I play?" Jason asked.

"No, you're too young," was my automatic reply. "Besides, you chicken out."

"I do not," Jason argued.

Alex and I had snuck over the wall to try and find a pickup game of basketball. My dad runs a company that is in the middle of a big contract with the military. Since he works out of his office on the second floor of the house, everything has to be super secure. The entire yard is walled or fenced and there are cameras and sensors everywhere. We found a spot off camera where the wall sensor isn't working. I should have reported it, but instead we decided to have an afternoon of freedom by sneaking over the wall. We met the twins at the park and after playing several games of basketball together, I invited them back to the house to cool off by taking a dip in the pool. After that we decided to play War, the strip version, in the pool house.

I knew the security cameras in the pool house had been turned off to give Alex, Justin and their mom some privacy since they moved in. Alex's mom is at work, so the common room is an adult and security monitor free zone.

War is a card game where you pass out an equal number of cards to each player. Each round the player turns over their top card. The player with the highest card wins all the cards that have been turned over. If there is a tie, you keep going until someone has the highest card. The strip part, is that besides losing a card the losers also forfeit an article of clothing. When you are out of clothes, then you have to negotiate something you will do that all the other players will accept as payment. If you are out of cards or you are unwilling to do something the other players will accept, then you are out of the game.

"Why not let him play," Alex scolded. The twins were nodding their agreement.

"Okay, you can play. But, you better not wimp out," I threatened.

As we all sat cross-legged on the carpet, Alex began dealing the cards.

"Everyone know the rules?" Alex questioned. "And if you lose your clothes, you can't just negotiate the same thing over and over. You have to come up with different things to do."

The twins' names were Aiden and Ethan. The names were suspiciously the same as the Carver twins in the Teen Wolf television series. So either the names were fake, or their mom had a sense of humor. Unlike the Carvers, they had blond hair, and a slightly exotic oriental look to their eyes and a dark natural skin tone. The first few hands of the game went as expected. Jason and Aiden were the first to lose all their clothes because they had not won any hands. Jason was not shy about being naked, but Aiden looked uncomfortable and kept his hand in front of his privates. After the clothes are gone is when the game starts to get interesting.

"Okay Jason, what is your payment going to be for the next hand?" Alex questioned.

"Hmm, I will let each player spank me once on my bare butt," Jason offered.

"No, too easy," I countered. "Five hits for each." Everyone else nodded. Jason reluctantly agreed. "Aiden, what's your bid?" I looked at Aiden waiting for his reply.

"I'm not Aiden, I'm Ethan," Aiden said. For some reason the twins thought they were identical and no one could tell them apart. The problem is they aren't identical and that makes things a little odd.

"Okay, whoever you are," I said playing along. "What's your bid?"

"Same as Jason," Aiden offered.

"Not fair," Jason whined. "I said it first. You got to make yours different."

"Then I don't know what to do," Aiden pouted. "I don't like this game."

"Say you will kiss your brother if you lose," I suggested making it sound easy. "On the lips," I added.

"No way man, that's gross," Aiden complained.

"It's no fun unless you have to do things you don't want to," Alex explained. "No one will know but us."

Everyone turned over their cards. Alex won and Ethan and I lost the last of our clothes. Jason got on his hands and knees and crawled around to each person to let them spank his bare bottom 5 times. By the time he got to me his bottom was nice and red. I massaged his butt a little first before adding my 5 whacks.

"Can't I kiss Alex instead," Aiden questioned. "At least he isn't my brother."

"Oh what's the big deal?" Ethan cut in. "So we give them a little show. It isn't the worst we have done together and you know it."

The brothers faced each other on their knees. Their bodies were identical even if their faces were not. Leaning over, Ethan gave his brother a quick kiss on the lips. It wasn't much of a kiss, but we let it pass.

"Okay, now everyone but Alex has to come up with a bid," I reminded.

"I call mortal kombat," Alex interjected. "Jason and Aiden only have one card left and my mom is going to be home soon."

"What's mortal kombat?" Ethan asked.

"Mortal kombat decides the game in one hand," I explained. "The highest card holder wins and the lowest card holder has to do whatever the bid is. The bid has to be something really big.

"Loser has to jump in the pool naked," Aiden suggested.

"Too easy, we go skinny dipping all the time," I countered.

"Winner fucks the loser," Ethan contributed. "That high enough stakes for you?"

"Whoa, that's going too far," Aiden complained shaking his head.

"There is an 80% chance it won't be you that get's fucked," Alex encouraged. Aiden still looked skeptical. "Jason, what about you?"

"I'm in," Jason said looking determined.

"See, the kid is in. Are you going to wimp?" Ethan asked his brother.

"Yeah, yeah," Aiden growled. "Get on with it."

Alex won the last hand so he went first and turned over a jack of spades. Aiden turned over a nine of clubs and I only got a five of hearts. When Jason turned over a three of clubs, everyone groaned sympathetically. Alex would win again unless Ethan could turn over something higher than a jack. Ethan put his hand on the card and paused, letting the tension build.

"Looks like it is you and me little man," Ethan grinned as he put down the queen of hearts. Jason looked worried but determined. "Not sure how this is supposed to be done," Ethan admitted.

"No worries," Alex stepped in taking charge. "Jason, you bend over the arm of the sofa. Ethan, come over here and put some of this on your cock."

Jason obediently bent over the arm of the sofa until his little bottom was up in the air. Ethan got up and joined Alex. With lubricant on his hand, Alex reached for Ethan's soft member. Stroking his cock he looked Ethan in the eyes.

"How does that feel?" Alex questioned.

"Hmm, pretty good," Ethan smiled. "Actually, it feels real good." Alex smiled back and putting more lubricant on his hand he continued to rub the lubricant on his cock and balls. It didn't take very long before Ethan was hard. Alex was reluctant to let go.

"If you keep doing that, I am going to cum all over your hand," Ethan chuckled still holding Alex's gaze.

"Right, almost forgot," Alex said breaking eye contact.

Ethan got behind Jason and tentatively put his hand on his butt. He looked at Alex and then back to Jason's exposed butt.

"Okay, here goes," he said lining up his hard cock with Jason's ass. Leaning in he guided his cock with one hand and held Jason in place with the other. Everyone held their breath waiting for a reaction from Jason when entry was finally made. Ethan leaned in a little more, applying more pressure. He shuffled forward a few inches to get a better angle. Leaning over Jason he thrust forward.

The door burst open and my dad walked in. Everyone jerked upright and stared. Ethan froze mid thrust.

"Jason lose again?" Dad asked taking in Jason spreadeagled over the arm of the sofa and Ethan lined up behind him. "Thought you guys might want some snacks, so I brought you some pizza and beer."

He put a box on the sofa table. "Jason, you haven't finished your chores yet. You need to take care of that right now. David, when you are finished with your guests, I need to see you in the office." With that pronouncement, he left as quickly and quietly as he had arrived.

"Did he really bring us beer?" Aiden asked in disbelief.

"No, he was kidding," I explained. "That's just his warped sense of humor."

"Are we in trouble?" Ethan asked sounding very worried. "I mean, he catches me with my dick practically up his kid's ass."

"Don't worry about it Ethan," Alex said dismissing his concern. "Jason, you better go see what your dad wants." Jason rushed out hopping on one foot as he pulled on his shorts.

"Hey, what about my payment?" Ethan complained. "David, you're his brother, you should have to take his place."

"I'll take his place," Alex offered.

"Well alright then," Ethan agreed looking Alex's handsome muscular body up and down. "I like that trade."

"And I like this," Alex flirted while reaching out to stroke Ethan's cock. When Alex squeezed, Ethan made a little squeak sound. Putting one foot up on the sofa, Alex pulled Ethan towards him by the cock as though he were a pull toy. With his back to the room, he lined up Ethan's cock and pushed back against it until it popped inside. Ethan made another little squeak sound as Alex applied more pressure driving his cock all the way in.

Aiden stared, frozen as if in a trance. I reached for the box of pizza and soft drinks. What good is a show without snacks? I handed a slice of pizza to Aiden and took one myself. Aiden chewed his pizza, still not quite believing what he was seeing. Alex leaned back into Ethan and fucked himself on Ethan's cock by pulling himself off and then ramming it back in.

"Stop man, you are going to make me cum," Ethan pleaded. "I don't want to cum yet." Alex stopped moving and Ethan put his arms around him, rubbing his hands over his muscular chest. "Man, you are hot for a dude!"

Grabbing another couple of slices of pizza, I gave one to Ethan. The other one I smeared all over Alex's privates. The sauce turned his thick hard cock bright red like a fireplug. When I held the slice up to his mouth, Alex took a bite. Getting down on my knees, I began licking up the pizza sauce starting with the underside of his dangling balls.

Alex is the good looking guy who gets a free coffee at Starbucks. Someone always lets him cut in line to buy tickets. He is the student the teacher excuses from detention when he smiles and explains why he was throwing spit balls. It is just a fact; really good looking people do get treated differently than the rest of us. I consider Alex my brother and my best friend ever since he and Justin came to live with us. It would be easy to be jealous of Alex except he is so darn nice! Don't get me wrong, he is as vain as they come and all those good looks don't come for free. He works at it, but the results are dazzling.

As I sucked in Alex's hot spicy sausage I was wondering what to do about Aiden. The poor guy was looking on like a puppy that got left in the pet store window. Ethan was now totally immersed in the sensations coming from between his legs and not paying any attention to his twin. I couldn't think of anything I could do that wouldn't freak Aiden out.

Ultimately, it was Alex who solved the problem by simply walking over and pushing Aiden down on the sofa and climbing on top of him. When Aiden started to complain, Alex shoved his tongue in his mouth and proceeded to kiss him until he was too out of breath to whine. Ethan followed behind, reinserting himself into his new found nirvana between Alex's butt cheeks. Now I was left out of this new 3 way sandwich, but that was okay. While Alex held Aiden down with his body, I stroked his cock getting it hard. It didn't take much to get him to the edge so that when Ethan groaned that he was going to cum, his brother was almost there at the same time.

With the twins left gasping for breath and limp as a wet noodle, I turned my attention to Alex. Flipping him over on his back, I deep throated his short but thick cock until I had to come up for air. Going down on him again, I massaged his balls until I could feel him working up to his orgasm. Instead of pumping him off with my hand I decided to go the full monty and take it down my throat. Pumping myself off, I swallowed frantically trying not to embarrass myself by gagging on the unaccustomed nectar. Hmm, not as bad as I thought it might be. Alex appreciated my efforts, smiling at me as he helped me to my feet.

Since I was already in trouble with my dad, there was no reason to make the twins climb back over the wall, so I escorted them out the gate. I think Aiden was still in shock but Ethan was looking forward to a rematch of war – the stripper version.

Chapter 2
The Send Off

Climbing the stairs to Dad's office, I wondered what my punishment would be. The office was always off limits, so being summoned there suggested it was going to be bad. Knocking gently on the door, I waited for an acknowledgment before entering. Jason was already seated at the conference table with Dad sitting at the head of it.

"Come in David. Did you get your guests taken care of?" Dad inquired.

"I'm sorry, I know I should have asked before going to the park or asking the boys over," I groveled shamelessly. "It has just been so long since Alex and I got to play against someone else."

"This isn't about that," Dad said dismissively. "We need to discuss something more important."

Now I was really worried. What could be more important than punishing me for a security violation? Jason looked a little pale; I wondered if he already knew what this was about.

"I'm moving the company to North Carolina," Dad dropped the bombshell without further preamble. "We have secured a great location in the Blue Ridge Mountains we are calling Frasier Ridge after the early Scottish settlers who originally populated the area. It is within helicopter range of Fort Bragg where our new system will first be implemented. Fort Bragg is the biggest army base in the United States and some of their staff will be assigned to our project."

Dad tapped a couple of keys and an aerial video of a large mountain cabin began running on the four big screens over his work desk. The video was probably recorded from a drone, as the camera flew around the entire property giving a 360 degree view. Calling it a cabin didn't do the main house justice. Perhaps lodge or chalet would be more accurate. There were three different chimneys on different sections of the house promising multiple fireplaces. Covered porches ran the full length on two sides, one of which bordered a rocky cliff that dropped off at least a couple of hundred feet [60 m]. A big H in the back yard identified a helicopter pad next to an out building that looked like it might be a bunk house. There was a paddock connected to a horse barn. A gravel road switched back up the ridge and ended with a turnaround at the property line. Except for the clearing at the top of the ridge where the house stood, it was a sea of trees as far as the eye could see. The rolling mountain peaks in the distance were the hazy blue that gives the Blue Ridge Mountains their name.

"Hmm, will we be going to public school?" I asked wondering if hillbilly schools had indoor plumbing. I know it is a terrible stereotype, but I could envision in my mind gawky kids in high water jeans with their front teeth missing planning dates with their sisters. Little did I know that my imagination could not come up with a scenario that was as sinister as reality was going to prove to be.

"No, I have arranged to send you and Jason to military school," Dad said without any visible understanding of the nuclear fallout of that one little sentence. A Google map in satellite mode popped up on the screen showing a walled in compound surrounded by city streets and commercial businesses. The school took up about half a city block in a densely populated area of a big city and was anchored by an old ivy covered mansion surrounded by trees and green space giving way to a center court yard or parade ground. Behind and to either side were modern multi-story buildings for classrooms, dormitories and apartments.

"You're sending us away?" I asked with disbelief in my voice and written all over my face.

"This is a great opportunity. Many of the top military brass and politicians send their sons to this school. If you do well, you will be able to apply to any college in the country or even West Point if you want," Dad bragged.

"Oh, great! A couple of nobodies like Jason and me get to put up with snotty 'do you know who my daddy is' spoiled brats. Can't wait," I replied sarcastically.

"I understand this is not what you expected, but you and Jason need more than tutoring can give. You need to be around other students your age with a broader accredited curriculum. It is important for your future," said Dad delivering the sales pitch flawlessly.

"Is it our future you are concerned about or are we just in the way?" I asked ungraciously. "I know you didn't want kids around, but I thought we were … that we were."

I couldn't get the words to come out. My throat closed up and my eyes watered and I was dangerously close to blubbering.

"David, you know I want you and Jason with me. You also know that as long as you are around me you are in danger. Jason was kidnapped once already. You can't go to public school. This school has security and you will come home on holidays and for summer break."

"That's okay. Jason and me, we have been on our own before haven't we Jason? If we had known this was just temporary we wouldn't have … well, we should have known better," I said my temper starting to flare. "Just tell us where this place is and we will be out of your hair."

"Chicago."

"Chicago!" I gasped, choking a little. Great, military brats surrounded by 3 million people, what could go wrong? Hillbilly school was sounding better and better.

"Does it have a swimming pool?" Jason asked in a quiet voice. Dad smiled at him.

"Kinda, it is only two blocks from the Great Lakes, one of the largest fresh water lake systems in the world," Dad gave the tour guide spiel.

"Geesh," I said exasperated. Jerking to my feet I tipped over my chair. Not waiting to pick it up I ran out clinching my fists. Jason might be ready to accept being tossed aside, but I certainly was not. I had let down my guard and let someone in and now I was going to pay for it. Everyone I had ever known had abandoned me sooner or later. You think I would learn, but nope.

Entering my room I started throwing things into a backpack and other things into a box for shipping. I knew the routine and it wouldn't take long for me to be ready to go. I considered running away, but I knew there were worse things even than military school and living on the streets was one of them. Our grandparents on mother's side would never acknowledge their daughter's bastard kids, so that was out of the question.

"David, I don't want to leave it like this," Dad said entering the room. I ignored him and continued throwing things together. "Please try to understand that I am only thinking of what is best for you and Jason."

"Then you don't understand us at all," I retorted through clenched teeth. "I'm taking some of the electronics."

"Take whatever you think you need," Dad said sadly. "I will escort you to the school and make sure you get setup."

"No! We will take care of ourselves. Just tell us when we have to be there," I argued stubbornly.

"Classes start next week."

"Great, just great!" I yelled slamming drawers. "Can't wait!"

"David, please calm down," Dad begged grabbing me by the shoulders and hugging me back against him. I wouldn't turn around because I didn't want him to see that I was struggling not to get hysterical.

"David, I want you to take this and if you ever have an emergency and need help, you show this to a person on the staff that you trust and they will help you," Dad said holding a gold coin in front of me.

"I told you we can take care of ourselves, we don't need anyone else," I said struggling to get out of his embrace. But, I grabbed the coin anyway. If there is one thing I have learned, it is to take advantage of everything you can. Don't let a little pride stand in your way. "I need to go pack Jason's things."

I left him in my room looking after me as I left and we didn't see him again. Making the arrangements from my laptop, we snuck out early the next morning. After dropping off boxes for shipping, Jason and I boarded a bus and after that a train. Arriving at Union Station in Chicago, we transferred onto the old subway/elevated train system affectionately called the 'L'. The 'L' is loud, drafty, dirty and very fast. Stations whizzed by so quick it was difficult to read the names written on the dirty platform walls. The announcement system was so garbled; the conductor could have been speaking Chinese.

It felt like we had shrunk. We were now so little and insignificant, just a couple of specks of dust floating among all the people ignoring us and going about their business. If we missed our stop, would we be lost in a city that didn't give a damn about us? I admitted to myself that I was scared, but I had to pretend for Jason. If I was scared, I had to believe he was terrified. All we had was each other.

Counting stops and staring at the CTA (Chicago Transit Authority) map showing brown, orange, pink, green, red and purple lines we figured out where we needed to get off. The elevated station was high above the street and we descended the stairs into a neighborhood Dad would never have allowed us to walk in by ourselves. No, don't think about Dad, it is just us now. Switching my wallet to a front pocket, we hoisted our back packs and walked.

Chapter 3
Military School

The ornate gates opened onto a modern parking area, but the porte-cochère at the mansion entrance was definitely intended for horse drawn carriages not cars. The large ornately carved double doors opened on to an entrance with wide marble stairs leading up to the main floor. The floor was made up of large black and white marble squares like a gigantic chessboard buffed to a shine you could see yourself in. To the right was a room that I later found out is called the black chair lounge. Appropriately named for the multiple black sofas and wing back chairs distributed throughout, the room reminded me of a gentlemen's club. A black, eight foot grand piano in front of a leaded glass alcove completed the feel of elegance. It made me feel like I should remove my shoes. To the left was a long hallway lined with glass display cases in front of dark walnut paneled walls. Directly across the room from the entrance was an ornate staircase going up and next to it a door that lead to a small library.

"In here," a young man instructed from a side office with a half door.

"We are…," I started to say.

"Yes, I know. Give me a moment to get your billet assignments and I will have the floor chief meet you," he said efficiently. "Down those stairs, turn right ninety degrees and take the hallway all the way to the end. When you exit the building the dormitory will be right across the way. Your chief will meet you at the door." Looking at Jason he continued, "You are on the second floor". And turning to me he said, "And you are on the fifth floor."

"I was hoping we could room together," I requested.

"Sorry, the dorms are arranged by year. Upper classmen are on the top floor," he replied dismissing my request with a gesture for us to be on our way.

Unlike the mansion, the dorm was modern, featureless and early ugly. The ground floor held classrooms along a central hallway. The upper floors were college like dorm rooms, two cadets to a room with a connecting shared bath between every two rooms. A stairwell at both ends serviced the upper floors and a small gymnasium was attached to the far end like an afterthought.

We entered the glass door into the stairwell in time to hear loud voices cheering in the ground floor hallway. Peeking around the corner we see what would become an almost daily sight. A group of mostly older cadets lined the hall while a younger skinny boy was being stripped of his clothes. I later found that punishments were handed out by the floor chiefs and their minions for any infraction of the rules real or imaginary. Punishments were always administered with the offending cadet stripped naked.

I suppose the psychology of it makes sense if your goal is humiliation, vulnerability and domination. The tall skinny boy held his hands over his privates as he was shoved from one side of the hall to the other by cadets stationed along its length. Every cadet took a shot as the boy is shoved into them. Some punched; others used an elbow or knee while shoving him across the hall to the next person in line. Towards the end of the line he was tripped and went down on his hands and knees. The last few cadets took turns kicking him in the ribs and butt as he crawled the last bit of the gauntlet. I expected him to be angry after such pointless violence, but he didn't seem to mind overly much. A couple of boys helped him to his feet as they taunted and teased. It was a very 'Lord of the Flies' moment.

"Ah, you are the new boys," one of the ring leaders said turning to us. "Well c'mon then." Climbing the stairs we stopped in the second floor hallway.

"Cadet, you are down here. Knock on that first door there and the chief will get you squared away," he said looking at Jason. Looking at me he said "You, come with me."

Oddly enough, names were never used. Because boys come from famous or important parents, no one is identified by name so that a potential kidnapper cannot confirm someone's identity. I think the concept has a few holes in it since a kidnapper would surely have a picture of their victim. But then again, there were so many rules that don't make a lot of practical sense, why quibble about just one.

"You're in here," the chief said motioning to a door. "Schedule and everything you need to know is on the student portal. Instructions on how to get online are on the desk."

One side of the room was obviously occupied, but no one was home. If there were bars on the window and a lock on the door, it could have served as a prison cell. Both sides of the room are identical. A desk and chair, single bed and a closet in a room painted the color of spinach vomit. Crossing to the window, I look out over the wall to the city street full of people and cars making their way home oblivious to my imprisonment. How could Dad have thought this was a good idea?

Every moment of the day is scheduled. Reveille and room inspection, breakfast mess, then all cadets have a work detail maintaining the buildings and grounds. Four hours of classes then lunch in the mess hall. Four more hours of classes in the afternoon and two hours of physical exercise before dinner. Study time, and then free time until taps. Weekends are slightly different, but not much. I fell into the routine without enthusiasm. I rarely saw Jason.

As the days went by in mindless repetition, I was determined to setup my own private computer network. The school system is obviously monitored and I don't trust it. I wanted to be able to setup the electronics I brought with me so that Jason and I could communicate privately and I could keep an eye on him. Protecting Jason is part of my DNA. With the gauntlet gangs snatching cadets almost at random, I needed to be sure Jason was not being bullied. And maybe, just maybe I could even contact my dad if I know for sure no one else was listening in. I have a debit card to a bank account with some money in it. I suspected dad had discovered the account and sometimes contributed to it since it never seemed to run out. Setting up an account with a local commercial ISP (Internet Service Provider) is easy. The hard part was finding somewhere to hide a signal receiver that is up high, has access to electricity and is within reach of my WiFi signal. There was nowhere in the dorm to hide as much as a pair of dirty underwear. The dorm roof was not easily accessible and anything mounted on it would have been much too visible. The mansion attic or roof seemed much more promising.

After office hours the upper floors of the mansion were usually deserted. Sometimes there were cadets studying in the library or a group using a meeting room but they were easily avoided. Instead of using the ornate front stairway, I thought it more likely the back servant's stair would have access to the attic. I was right. Passing by the third floor, the stair ends at a small landing and a door that could only lead into the attic space. The door was an oddity. Every other door in the mansion is wood, but this door was heavy steel with a keypad lock. Throughout the mansion there were busts, statues and paintings worth a king's ransom but the most secure door was to the attic. What was in there?

Making a trip back to my room I retrieved my finger printing kit. Brushing on a light coat of finger print powder over the digital combination keypad, with any luck I would be able to tell which numbers were being used the next time someone went in. Depending on the length of the code, I might be able to break it by simple brute force.

It took two nights of trying different code combinations before the lock finally clicked open. Cautiously pulling open the heavy door I looked around in amazement. Expecting bare rafters and old furniture and boxes, the glare of modern lights off of white walls and a tiled floor were a complete surprise. Across from the door was an office area with a desk and computer. I noted the cameras placed strategically in the corners with clear visibility of the door. Entering past a short stub wall, to my right was a scene that my mind refused to consider.

"There you are, and about time too," came a voice from the office area. "I have been doing double shifts for weeks now. I don't know what they think I am, but they don't pay me enough to do this shit all night."

The voice was connected to an angry young guy maybe in his late twenties, dressed in a t-shirt and cameo pants. My first thought was military, but I revised that when I saw his tennis shoes. I decided to keep my mouth shut and my ears open while I played along as whoever he thought I was.

"You're a student aren't you?" he asked rhetorically, looking at my school uniform. "Well, not the first student to be assigned; although you look a little young. Whatever. I will give you the last guy's sign on but you will have to set yourself up. I don't know that much about computer stuff so I hope you do."

As he rambled on he retrieved a tablet from the desk and started walking into the room, motioning me to follow. I felt a bit like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. The attic was two stories high in the middle and slanted down on either side. Across the middle were glass or more likely Plexiglas cages about the size of a prison cell stacked two high. A metal catwalk runs in front of the upper level. The cages are transparent enough that I can see exercise equipment and other stuff on the other side. There is enough room where the roof slants down to walk around the end of the row of cages. Inside the cages were boys, some fully clothed and others not so much. I guessed the youngest at maybe 5 years old and the oldest at 15 or 16.

"The routine is pretty simple, you scan the code on the habitat and follow the instructions on the chart," the guy said pointing the tablet camera at a QR matrix code on the side of the first cage. QR codes always make me think of an ink blot, but they are more readable by a computer than the old style bar codes. A profile came up on the tablet with information about the boy in the glass enclosure.

"See here, this color tells you if they are violent or likely to try to run," he said pointing to a colored square. "Red means you better be careful and green means they can be allowed outside their habitat. Your instructions are in this section. Each one has a task they have to perform and after it is the reward they get when they complete it satisfactorily. With newbie's the first week or so they have to give up some clothes and their reward is usually food. Just make sure they do what they are supposed to do and mark it on their chart. Got it?"

"I think so," I said taking the tablet. "What if I get into trouble and need some help?"

"Well, the man is always watching," he said motioning to one of the many cameras. "They always know, so just do the best you can and if they don't like it they will send you instructions the next night. I have completed the rounds for tonight, so you get a pass. Just be sure you are here on time tomorrow night."

"Yes sir," I muttered. That is assuming of course that I am still alive. What have I stumbled into? This was a major operation and I was sure that whoever was watching those camera monitors would soon come and drag me away. Do I keep playing along or run like hell?

"That's it for me then. I am out of here," the guy said on his way to the door.

I noted the door used a biometric scanner and required a valid finger print to unlock. Weird, there was more security to get out than there was to get in.

Using the credentials he had left for me, I accessed the profile and changed over the information from the previous guy to me. Fortunately they didn't use names or pictures, just a number and a finger print and I was able to replace the old one with my own. At least I would be able to get out now. The shift was four hours from right after dinner to just before taps. Since my face was already all over the camera feeds, I figured I might as well play it out until someone came after me. I was also insanely curious.

According to the instructions on the tablet, the dinner time rounds were over and now all I had to do was play entertainment that was shown on flat screens mounted to walls in places where the boys could see them from their glass cages. I found the designated movie on the computer and started it up. Everything was organized and scheduled down to the minute. It was suspiciously military like. Would it even be possible for an operation like this to function without the knowledge of the school staff? It didn't seem likely. I had so many questions. Where did these boys come from? What did they do with them? Could this possibly be legal? Was it some kind of military experiment? Right then I had an over whelming wish to talk to my dad. He always seemed to know what was going on and what to do about it. Then I remembered how it felt to be sent away and decided I was on my own after all.

I'm here, might as well take a look around the place. Trying to look casual, I took a stroll past the ground floor set of cages. The first boy was clothed and very young. He was curled up on his bed and ignoring the movie and everyone else. From what the previous attendant had said, this boy must have arrived recently. Each pod had a thick air mattress with a blanket, what looked like a chemical toilet and a water source. They could drink anytime they wanted from a large glass water bottle attached to the side of their enclosure. A sippy tube went through a hole in the glass and hung on the back wall. There were other holes strategically placed for passing in food and other small objects as well as a door that was locked.

The next boy was a little older and lounged on his bed completely naked. He was watching the movie but keeping an eye on me as well. He was handsome and athletic. In fact, considering he had probably been here for some time, he was fashionably coiffured. His hair was tight and curly on top but the sides were clipped short with a stylish geometric swoop shaved in. The first word that came to mind was 'posed'.

In fact all of the boys looked clean, healthy and well groomed with stylish hair as though the glass enclosures were a display case instead of a jail cell. Down the row were two pods with boys that were obviously brothers. Both were nude, the older brother muscular and the younger skinny. Both were gingers with reddish hair and freckles. The older boy glared at me, pacing in his limited space. His brother just looked sad.

Crossing to the back of the room behind the pods there was a well equipped workout area, small kitchen, storage lockers and a utility closet. In the middle of the open area was a padded raised platform. Opening drawers and doors, I poked around to see if there was anything that might be helpful to me. Eventually the movie ended and according to the schedule it was time to dim the lights. No one came to relieve me so I had to assume the room was only monitored by camera at night. Pressing my finger to the scanner, I exited the mansion the same way I had come in, but with a lot more unanswered questions. I couldn't decide if I was looking forward to my next shift or dreading it.

Chapter 4
The first day is a bitch

Classes the next day were difficult. My mind kept wandering back to what I knew was behind the attic door in the mansion. Who was looking after them and what were they doing right now? What would my instructions be when I got there or would someone figure out that I was a fraud and simply make me disappear? My speculations abruptly ended when someone bumped into me in the hallway hard enough to bounce me off the wall.

"Daydreaming cadet?" the floor chief asked. "You need to learn to watch where you are going."

"Sorry sir," I mumbled. This guy was the ring leader of the group I called the gauntlet gang.

"Not good enough cadet," he smirked pushing me back against the wall and holding me there with an arm across my neck. "I have been waiting for this. Strip! Now!"

I knew the routine and it didn't seem like there was any way to get out of it. Keeping eye contact, I unbuttoned my uniform shirt and let it fall off my shoulders. He backed off so he could watch the show, looking very pleased with himself. His usual cadre of upper classmen started to gather, forming the gauntlet down the hallway. Removing my shoes and socks, I unbuckled my belt while I tried to decide how I was going to handle this. Pulling off the rest of my clothes, I let them fall in a heap on the floor. I didn't cover my privates with my hands as I had seen other cadets do. If they wanted to look, let them look.

Someone shoved me from behind and the yelling and cheering started. The first cadet I was shoved into aimed a punch at my stomach, but I was ready for it. As he used both hands to shove me backwards by the shoulders, I punched him back. He wasn't ready for that and let out an oomph sound and doubled over. Falling backwards into the next guy across the hall, he punched me in the kidney from the back but I was able use an elbow to give him the same in return. After that it was chaos. Someone jumped on my back and we both went down. While others tried to use their feet to kick me, more jumped on top of the pile.

"Cadets!" a voice boomed down the hallway. Everyone stopped moving as though the power plug had been pulled. "Who does this belong to?"

Cadets started getting up and backing away until I could finally look up to see what was going on.

"That's mine sir," I said squinting up at the man holding the gold coin my dad had given me. It must have fallen out of my pants pocket. The man holding it up was obviously a teacher but I was not familiar with him. He wore a black wife beater t-shirt with a loose martial arts pajama bottom. It reminded me of the type of workout clothes my dad preferred.

"You, come with me," he said pointing at me. Since he didn't wait for me to get dressed, I grabbed the heap of clothes off the floor and held them in front of me as I ran after him. There were a few stares as we exited the building and walked across the commons to the gym.

"Where did you get this?" the teacher demanded of me holding up the coin. I stopped in front of him still clutching the clothes against my waist.

"My dad gave it to me sir," I replied.

"Do you know what this is?" he asked waving the coin at me. "It's a challenge coin and I know who this coin belongs to. And, I know for a fact he didn't have any kids."

"Yeah, well he didn't think so either. Surprise!" I answered sarcastically. After a pause I added with a more civil tone, "Sir." There was a bit of a pregnant pause after that as he seemed deep in his own thoughts.

"You and your brother will have my class next quarter. I expect that both of you are behind the rest of the boys here who have already had the preparatory course. You will take your mandatory physical exercise time here in the gym starting tomorrow. Be here right after classes," he commanded catching me off guard with the sudden topic change. Giving me a once over look he added, "You can get dressed now."

"Yes sir," I murmured dropping my clothes on the floor and sorting through them to find my skivvies.

***

That night I arrived at the attic on time for my first full shift. I was as skittish as a virgin at a vampire convention. Working up my courage I walked in acting like I belonged regardless of how I felt. The same guy I had met the night before was there but I could tell he was anxious to leave.

"Hey, how's it going?" I asked casually.

"No problems here, everything is quiet," he answered gathering up his stuff. "I would hang around to help you get started, but I have a date and I don't want to be late. I'm sure you will do fine."

"Sure, no problem," I replied with as much confidence as I could muster while I watched him rush out the door.

Okay, I said to myself. Let's see what is on the agenda for tonight.

The room was too eerie and quiet, so the first thing I did was find a music video to play on the flat screens while I figured out what I was supposed to be doing.

It was feeding time and meals were sent up via a dumbwaiter three or four at a time. The first boys to receive their meals were ones that had not been assigned any tasks. Those were easy and it gave me some time to look them over. The first enclosure on the top row was an uncircumcised stylishly shaggy haired teenager who smiled at me when I passed the food tray into his pod. Next to him was a cute little blond boy with a quiff hair style. His hair was piled up so high in front it had to be cemented in place. It looked messy which means he really worked at making it look stylish. His skin was Casper white and he seemed shy, hiding his little penis with his hand.

After handing out all the meals that didn't require any tasks I sent the dumbwaiter back to the ground floor for more food trays so I could start the next round. The next group were boys that have to give up an article of clothing in exchange for their food. The last two boys at the end of the top row seemed to know what was expected of them. Both boys had extreme buzz cuts that accentuated their dark thick hair line. They must have arrived at about the same time as they were both down to their boxers.

"Guess you're here for these," the first boy said putting his thumb under the elastic band of his boxers and pulling them out away from his waist.

I smiled at him as I prepared his tray. Hooking his thumbs on either side he slid the boxers down his legs and stepped out of them. Picking them up, he tossed them on the shelf where the food tray goes.

I picked them up and held them to my nose. He wasn't shy about showing off his equipment and he certainly had nothing to be shy about. With his tight hair cut, lean body and low hanging balls he was sexy as hell.

"You look better without them," I commented as I slid the tray onto the shelf so he could reach it. He gave a little laugh as he took his tray.

"Well, if you think that is something, wait until you get a load of this," his neighbor boasted.

Making a show of it, he wiggled his hips as he slowly pulled down his underwear and took them off. He was right. His cock looked particularly thick and long on such a trim boy body.

"What have you been feeding that thing?" I joked as I took his boxers in exchange for the tray. He seemed pleased with the recognition of his assets.

Last in this group was the small, fully clothed boy in the first ground floor pod that I had noticed on my first visit. According to his chart he had not been fed for two days because he refused to give up any clothing and no one could get him to respond. He reminded me of my brother Jason when he was about that age. I often had to hold him at night while he cried himself to sleep. Sliding the food tray into position I removed my shirt and entered the pod. He was curled up on his mattress with his back to me. I began talking to him in what I hoped was a calming voice. When I sat on the mattress behind him, he scrambled away into the farthest corner still refusing to even look at me.

Patience is not one of my virtues. Going after him I picked him up and sat on the sleeping mattress with him on my lap. He squirmed and arched his back trying to get away but I easily held him in place. Still talking nonsense to him, I held him tight to my chest waiting for him to tire himself out. After a few minutes I felt his mouth on my skin. He had stopped squirming and was sucking on my nipple like a toddler-sized-baby. Since I considered it better than fighting me, I let him continue even though I didn't want anyone to think I was breast feeding this kid. His tongue rasping over my nipple and the sucking was oddly erotic. Maybe he had never been weaned? He was certainly the youngest boy in the group.

I pried his mouth off my nipple and let him suck on my fingers instead. He seemed perfectly content now as long as he could satisfy his oral fixation. Reaching the food tray I pulled it over and dipped my fingers in the desert pudding. He sucked and licked my fingers clean and I gave him a second helping. Still cradling him on my lap I used my other hand to unbutton his shirt. With the shirt open I was able to slide my hand up and down his smooth skin. He fussed a bit when he figured out I was going to take his shirt off, so I held him tight against my chest again so that we were skin to skin and he went back to sucking on my nipple. Slipping his shirt off, I rubbed his back and shoulders. Poor little guy just needed some one on one time. I was able to wean him off my nipple again by putting some food on the spoon and feeding it to him. After a few bites he was hungry enough that he began eating on his own and I could slip out of the pod with his shirt. Now that he wasn't curled up into a ball, he was a real little cutie and I looked forward to making friends.

The last group were all boys with more complicated tasks to complete. These tasks seemed to be conditioning or training to become a rent boy or sex slave. All of them were sex oriented with varying degrees of intimacy. Two boys were required to masturbate until orgasm. Coincidentally their pods were on the top row in the middle next to each other. After retrieving two dinner trays from the dumbwaiter, I decided to take care of both boys at the same time. Their profiles showed them green or safe to allow out of their enclosure. I thought they might find it easier to 'perform' if they helped each other out. When I got upstairs I found that one boy was quite a bit younger than the other.

"Hey guys," I greeted them while unlocking the doors to both of their pods. "Your assigned task tonight is to get yourself off and then I can give you your dinner. I thought since you are both assigned the same task, you might want to do it together."

I stepped back to see how they would take the news that they were expected to do something in front of everyone that they probably only did under the blanket at night.

I guessed the older boy at about thirteen and tall for his age. He had a tiny waist and long legs and torso. As he thought about what I had said, he pulled on his penis a couple of times as he took advantage of the open door and came out on the catwalk. The younger boy was only eight or nine and seemed to be entirely clueless. I wondered if he even knew what masturbation meant.

The teen crooked his finger at the younger boy motioning for him to come out of his pod. It was a bit like coaxing a cat out of a tree. He took a few steps forward and then retreated again until finally clearing the doorway.

"Come here kid, I won't hurt ya," the taller boy said. "You look like you could use some help so we can both get our food. Am I right?"

The smaller boy came within arm's reach and stopped looking up with a confused expression on his face. The taller boy got down on one knee so he was at eye level. He slowly reached over and covered the little boy's privates with his hand.

"See, that doesn't hurt does it?" he asked as he began to gently massage the boy's little penis and balls.

The boy shook his head. After a few minutes he slowly put his other hand on the boy's chest. The boy didn't bolt but continued to look confused. He swayed back and forth a little as the massaging below his waist became a little more aggressive.

When the teen took his hand away I could see that the boy's little penis was starting to get hard. Taking it between his thumb and first finger he stroked it back and forth encouraging it to get bigger. The little boy started to take deep breaths but otherwise didn't move.

This was going better than expected and I was getting a bit excited myself as I watched. Standing behind the kneeling teen I watched his butt clench a little each time he stroked the younger boy. I couldn't see what effect it was having on his cock, but I had to believe the foreplay was helping both of them reach their goal. After successfully getting the little boy's penis hard, the teen reached between his legs. The little boy was forced to take a wider stance and I suspected he was getting his little butt hole massaged. This was beyond the instructions for today, but who was I to complain?

The boy whimpered when the teen pinched his nipple while continuing to probe between his legs. From the look of his penis sticking straight out, it wouldn't take much longer before the boy had his first orgasm. The teen seemed to realize this too and switched back to seriously stroking the boy's penis while continuing to work over his nipple. The boy's whimpering was getting louder and he intuitively thrust his hips as though he was fucking someone. With one final shove he ground his little cock into the teen's hand and started to shiver all over. The teen continued to fist his cock while hugging the little boy to his chest until the dry orgasm had run its course.

Sitting back on his butt, I could see that the older boy's cock was rock hard just from getting the younger kid off. Putting his hand on the back of the boy's neck, the teen pulled the younger boy down with him. Forcing his mouth toward the head of his cock, the younger boy had no choice but to put his mouth over it. With the teen leaning back on his elbows, the young boy was bent over his cock as the teen thrust it into this throat. Moving around behind the little boy, I watched his cute little behind flex as his head bobbed up and down on the older boy's hard on. Kneeling down I couldn't resist running my finger down the crack of his ass until I could feel his tight virgin sphincter. The rhythm of his cock sucking moved my finger back and forth across that little hole. I wanted to push my finger in so bad and feel his tight sphincter muscle spasm around it. I resisted the temptation and instead played with his now limp penis and pulled on his smooth little balls hanging down between his legs. He gave a yelp when I pulled a bit too vigorously.

It was obvious the teen was ready to cum. With one hand keeping the little boy's head down on his cock he jack knifed his body and started to spurt. Left with no other choice, the little boy swallowed again and again, choking a bit as he fought for breath. The teen let go of the little boy and collapsed flat on his back until he recovered enough to move again. The little boy wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got to his feet. Getting back to business, I put their food trays on the shelf of their pods. Bon appétit.

Last but not least, was the handsome athletic guy with the fancy hair cut. His pod was right next to the cutie I had scored a shirt from earlier. The instructions on his chart were confusing and I paused outside his pod while I figured them out.

"Something wrong?" the boy had his hands over his head and was leaning against the glass right in front of me. His hairless under arms were at face level and his nipples and penis were flattened against the glass. The closeness of his naked body was distracting.

"It says your task is to be performed in the arena, but I don't know what that is," I admitted.

He nodded knowingly.

"The arena is what they call the raised platform over in the middle of the work out area," the boy instructed motioning to the back of his cubicle where the work out area was visible through the transparent wall of his pod. "You put the ankle tether on me that is over in that cabinet behind the desk. If there is any other equipment listed on your instructions, it will be over there too."

"Thanks," I said to him in appreciation. "The first day on the job can be a bitch."

I found the ankle tether he had mentioned and the other toys listed in the instructions. With my hands full, I stopped in front of his pod again.

"Hmm, I don't suppose I get to use that on you?" he asked, looking at the large dildo I had in my hand.

"It says you can sodomize yourself with it, or I can do it for you," I quoted to him from the instructions on the tablet.

"Is there a third option?" he questioned.

"Well, actually, yeah there is," I admitted hesitantly my face getting a bit warm. "It says I can do it personally if I want to. You know, with my own … thing."

"Yeah, well I doubt you are bigger than that monster so I say I prefer the real thing," he said looking at my crotch. "What do you say?"

"I'll think about it," I said coyly, putting off any final decision.

Opening the pod door, I fastened the ankle tether on him and led him like a dog around the row of pods. There was a ring at the base of the platform where the other end of the tether could be secured. The boy lay back on the padded platform propped up on his elbows. The pose reminded me of Alex and for just a moment I was homesick before returning my attention to the sexy boy in front of me.

"According to your task instructions you are to use this first," I informed him as I held up a metal hook with a ball on one end of the hook and a loop on the other. When he saw the toy he coughed into his hand but didn't say anything. He scooted back a little so that his feet were on the edge of the platform with his knees spread.

Apparently this was the feature task for the night because the wall camera pointed at the platform was displaying the image on all of the flat screens around the room. The camera must be manned because it zoomed in on the boy's privates. Stepping over to him, I put the metal loop over his penis and pulled his balls through. The heavy metal loop was a little big, but it wouldn't be if he was hard. When I let go, the hook with the ball on the end fell down between his legs and rested against his sphincter. I had never seen a toy like this one before. The ball looked intimidating when compared to the small opening it was resting against.

"Looks like a perfect fit," I joked, trying to lighten the mood.

I got a smile out of him. Setting out a bottle of lubricant I had brought with me, I put a lot of it in my hand. Leaning over him I rubbed my fingers over his penis, then his balls and finally down between his legs. I figured he could use all the help he could get. Last I lubed up the metal ball until it felt slippery in my hand.

Pressing on the metal part that hung down between his legs, I applied pressure to the ball. On the flat screens the ball looked huge as it started to part the ring of flesh. The boy flinched and brought his knees together as he grunted in pain. The ball had not gone in, so we were back to square one. Forcing his knees wide again with my hands, I put some more lubricant on my fingers and massaged around his hole where the ball rested. I slipped the tip of my finger inside of him. The fit was tight.

"Does that hurt?" I asked. "You need to relax." I moved my finger in and out, massaging and stretching him.

"Yeah, easy for you to say," he joked and then closed his eyes trying to unclench his body.

"That's better," I encouraged while I pushed in deeper. He lay back, raising his butt to meet my finger. Glancing at the nearest flat screen, it was strange to see my own finger larger than life embedded in his smooth flesh.

"I don't think I can do this. It's too big."

"Just focus on what I'm doing now," I instructed him as I used my other hand to stroke his cock. "It feels good doesn't it?"

He didn't answer but his penis was responding quickly, filling up the space in the metal loop. I pressed a second finger inside of him.

"Uh," he grunted a bit. "Was that your arm?"

"Later," I joked.

With two fingers I penetrated, stroked and lubricated everything within reach. He was tight and warm and I liked being inside of him, but it was time for the finale. Withdrawing my fingers I pressed on the metal ball stretching the flesh around it until it finally popped inside.

"Oh fuck!" he yelled. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," he repeated over and over to himself.

The big screen showed his hard cock standing straight up in the metal loop with his balls hanging out. The metal hook disappeared inside of his body hiding the big metal ball completely. I pulled on the metal hook watching as it pulled on the base of his cock and the ball inside of him at the same time.

"Oh man," he groaned and rolled over on his side away from me. I rubbed his back and ran my hand all the way down between his butt cheeks to where the hook entered him. I pulled on the hook and his flesh bowed out enough to show the very top of the ball. Looking around I could see all the other boys watching the screens with wide-eyed attention.

His back was beaded with sweat and his narrow hips and tiny ass looked as sexy as hell with that piece of metal sticking out of it. I decided right then I didn't care who was watching, I really wanted to get inside of this boy. I had never put my shirt back on from earlier, so all I had to do was strip off my shoes, socks and uniform pants. I was already as hard as I could get.

Climbing up on the platform I pulled the boy up on his hands and knees. Straddling his back I forced his head down while spreading his knees wide. Facing his ass I was able to reach under him and stroke his cock. With my other hand I rubbed his butt cheeks and then pulled on the hook harder and harder until his ass finally let it go. With the ball free, I inserted my finger back in its place.

"Good boy," I crooned. "Now comes the best part."

Moving around behind him I helped him get to his feet while keeping my finger firmly planted in his ass. Turning him to face me I let him see that I was naked and hard. He looked at my crotch and I moved my finger in and out of him to remind him where that was going. The metal loop was still hanging from his privates, and he carefully pulled it over his cock and balls. While he was busy with the hook I pushed in a second finger grabbing his ass and plunging both fingers deep. He widened his stance, trying to ease the pressure of my fingers inside him.

Stepping down off the platform I pulled him towards the edge with me. He stepped down and I pushed him forward until he was bent over with his hands on the platform. Pulling his right leg up I forced him to put his foot on the platform exposing his ass with my fingers still pushing into him. I waited for the camera to catch the new angle so I could watch my fingers on the big screen stretching the tight boy ass as I continued to finger fuck him. Playing to the camera, I removed my fingers and slowly lined up my cock to enter his hole.

The boy was hot to my touch on his back and I saw him watching the screen too, waiting for the moment my cock would enter him. I touched him with my cock, ever so slowly applying pressure, watching the flesh ring dimple until it swallowed my cock head. Pulling out, I did it again. Then again, enjoying the feel of how tight he was.

Leaning over his back I said to him, "You look good with a cock in your ass."

He laughed in spite of his current situation or maybe because of it.

"Just remember, I'm the good looking one," he replied back to me over his shoulder. I chose that moment to shove myself half way in. "Ahh….fine, you can be the good looking one."

I started up a rhythm, appreciating how he clamped down on my cock every time I went deep. Pulling out, I decided it was time to give our audience something different to look at. Pushing the boy forward onto the platform, I scrambled up behind him. Rolling him over onto his side, I grabbed his leg and placed it over my hip. Pushing forward, I entered him again from behind. The camera could now see the full line of his handsome body as well as the base of my cock and balls where I entered him. Watching myself push in and out of such a handsome guy was a real turn on. It made me wonder who else was watching.

In no time at all I was ready for the finale, but I wanted my sexy partner to finish first. Stopping long enough to put my mouth on his soft member, I sucked in the full length of him. Pulling his cock away from his body I backed away until it pulled out of my mouth with a soft pop. Massaging his balls with my hand I let my tongue swirl around the head of his cock until he started to squirm and then deep-throated it right down to the base. After that it was too hard to take it all the way down. I sucked the tip until I could feel his cock jerking, working up his orgasm. Taking his cock in my fist, I re-entered him thrusting hard and fast. His cock leaked over my fingers and I pulled out and added my own juice all over his cock and balls.

Some of the boys actually applauded us, and we took a bow as we headed off to the showers.

Chapter 5
Snape

I ran down the hallway. The physics class had been held over and now I would be late for my command performance in the gym. I suppose in Harry Potter parlance the teacher I was meeting would be the 'defense against the dark arts' professor. Bursting into the room, I was surprised to see that Jason was already there. Dressed in just his work out shorts, he was engaged with the teacher on the sparring mats. As I watched, the dark haired teacher in the same black wife beater and martial arts pajama as before, yelled attack. Jason threw a punch and the teacher used his momentum to throw Jason over his left hip. Jason landed on the mat and immediately rolled and popped back up on his feet.

"Very good," the teacher complimented. "Now try one to my face."

Jason danced closer and tried to land a punch on the teacher's face. The teacher easily batted aside the punch and pulled him forward over his right hip. Again Jason landed face first on the mat, but rolled and bounced back up on his feet.

"Excellent, now attack me from behind."

Obediently Jason attempted to get his arm around his teacher's neck from behind. Grabbing the arm, the teacher flipped Jason over his shoulder. Instead of landing on his back on the mat, Jason managed to do a complete flip and land on his feet. Gymnastics was always something Jason had been good at. At home he could do a back flip into the pool without the added spring of a diving board. I had to admit the move was impressive.

"Outstanding. Keep practicing that and I will want to use it as a demonstration in our first class next semester."

Jason beamed, his compact little body dripping with sweat from the work out.

I was happy to see him; we didn't get to spend much time together. Usually when he saw me after not being together for awhile he would run and jump up on me with his legs around my waist. This time he just smiled and as he went by he put his hand on my shoulder.

"Good luck bro," he whispered without breaking stride.

I think I forgot to close my mouth. My little brother was growing up!

"Cadet, where are your workout clothes?" Snape…I mean the teacher asked.

"Sorry sir, I wasn't sure what to expect. I can get them." I stammered.

"No time for that. Strip to your skivvies for now. Come prepared next time," he demanded turning his back on me.

I quickly stripped out of my clothes and joined him on the sparring mat.

"Before I can teach you how to defend yourself, you need to be able to recover from a punch or a throw. Once your opponent has you down, you are at a disadvantage. You need to learn how to land and recover," he instructed. "Now attack me."

I had witnessed the session with Jason so I knew what to expect. I learned to fight on the street. The way to win in a street fight was to rush and overwhelm the other guy before they had a chance to knife or shoot you. I rushed the dark haired ninja teacher, grabbing for his body. He gracefully side stepped my attack and I flew past his side and plowed the mat with my chin. It hurt.

"Get up. The goal here is not to beat me, but to always be ready to defend yourself. Roll and recover. Try again."

This time I tried to fake a punch to his face while jabbing at his midsection. He batted the punch away and grabbed me at the crotch and shoulder, picked me up and slammed me on the mat. I gasped for air while mentally checking for broken bones.

"I had a long talk with your father. He hasn't heard from you. He was worried."

"You talked to my dad sir?" I said hoarsely. "Why?"

"Get up. Try again," he demanded deliberately turning his back on me.

I remembered what Jason did and decided I didn't want to be flipped so I didn't try a choke hold. Instead I grabbed him around the waist and forced my foot in between his legs trying to trip him while pushing him forward. It almost worked, except somehow he got me down in front of him so he ended up landing on top of me.

"Better," he almost complimented me. "That challenge coin your father gave you is special. It identifies a tight knit group of guys who look out for each other."

His face was inches from mine and his body felt hard and heavy on top of me. It was difficult to concentrate on what he was saying with his body pressed against mine and me only in my skivvies.

He stood up and held out his hand. I took it and he pulled me to my feet and then turning he pulled me over his shoulder to land on my back with a splat. I groaned, and then I farted. M.O.R.T.I.F.I.E.D. must have been stenciled in capital letters across my beet red face. For just a moment I caught him suppressing a laugh before his face returned to his normal bland expression.

"I just want you to know, that you can trust me," he said keeping eye contact. "You can come to me for anything."

I struggled to get to my knees.

"Obviously we need to go back to the beginning. Spend the rest of your time working on forward and backward rolls. Oh, and contact your father," he said in parting.

He left me there on my knees in the middle of the sparring mat in my skivvies.

***

After the disastrous session in the gym, I decided I preferred to have my dinner from a tray with the other boys in the attic rather than eat in the mess hall. According to the duty tablet, whoever or whatever faceless entity is in charge; was so pleased with our performance the previous night that my partner did not have any assigned tasks and he was to be granted a 'get out of jail free' pass tonight. Ordering up two trays, I unlocked his pod and invited my sexy young partner to dinner at the office desk. In an effort to make him feel more comfortable, I removed my school uniform and hosted our little dinner party in just my briefs.

"After last night, I was afraid you might have hard feelings," I started, determined to break the ice.

"Why?" he asked with a confused look. "You were just doing your job. If anyone is going to fuck me, I would certainly prefer it to be you." He went back to concentrating on his meal.

"So they let you out of your pod. Don't you want to escape?" I asked trying to gauge how open I could be with him.

"Why?" he asked again. "Where would I go?"

"I don't know, home? Foster care?" I probed.

He made a snorting noise.

"Where do you think I ran away from? You know my mom had ten kids and we were so poor that she couldn't feed us all," he said looking at his food. "Us older kids had to work and take care of my brothers and sisters…"

I laughed. He looked up at me, "Too much?" He grinned.

"You aren't skinny enough to come from a poor family of ten," I chided him. "Let me guess. Your father left and your mom is a crack addict. You are an only child and ended up in foster care. Your mom went into rehab but never came back so you ran away. How I am doing?"

"You're wrong. My mom never went to rehab," he joked, but I could tell he was serious. I had guessed too close to the truth.

"Why not foster care?" I inquired gently. He made another snorting sound.

"Why should they get paid to fuck me?" he said sarcastically. "Seems like I should get something for it, don't you think? At least here I get fed every day and I have a warm place to sleep. The last foster home they actually padlocked the refrigerator. Padlocked! How many fat foster kids have you seen? Sheesh!"

"So you were on the street when they brought you here?" I pursued, hoping to get answers to at least some of the long standing questions I had.

"No," he replied but didn't elaborate.

"You still lived with your mom," I deduced, thinking out loud. And then it occurred to me, "Your mom pimped you out to support her habit. Someone reported it and they put you in foster care. Then you ran away from foster care and went back to her."

He sighed. "We were living in a crack house near Boystown (the gay neighborhood on North Halsted). As I got older, it was harder to pimp me to the married men. They wanted younger boys. But the gays, they liked me just fine, so we stayed near the gay bars where it was easy to pick up a john."

"So what happened?" I asked, encouraging him to go on.

"Living in a crack house is not a lot of fun. Every night, and I do mean every night, I would wake up with someone's hand in my underwear. Sometimes I lucked out and they just groped me or gave me a blow job. Occasionally someone would try to fuck me if they weren't too high to get it up. Everyone stole from everyone else, there are no rules and no one is safe. One night the place got raided and everyone was rounded up by the police. I never made it to the police station. A cop handed me off to a couple of guys in a van and when I woke up, I was here."

"You think that is how most of these boys got here?" I questioned.

"I have only talked with a couple of them, but they were transported here from foster care. They said a couple of guys showed up with papers saying they were being transferred. When they woke up, they were here instead."

"So, what happens now do you think?" I asked, hoping he knew more than I did.

"Well after our performance last night, who knows, maybe they will sell me off to some nice rich sugar daddy."

"You would be okay with that?"

"Why not? If someone is willing to pay money for me, that must mean I am worth something. That's what adoption is isn't it? Someone pays a bunch of money and they get to take home a kid?"

While I was not under the illusion that I was working for a certified adoption agency, he had a point. I would have liked to talk longer, but it was time to get the rest of the boys fed.

"So now that you have the run of the place, how about being my assistant for the night?" I coaxed.

"Yeah, I could do that. It might be fun," he responded enthusiastically.

***

With the help of my new assistant we were able to get through most of the tasks very quickly. There were two tasks however that required my personal attention. The first one was the young shy boy in the first pod. He still had not spoken or responded to anyone else.

Entering the pod with his dinner tray wearing only my briefs, I hoped some physical contact would open him up. As I sat on his bed, I motioned for him to come to me. Surprisingly, he did. Straddling my lap he let me hug his bare chest to mine. We stayed that way for several minutes as I rubbed his back.

"Hey little guy, you feel really nice. Do you like it when I rub your back? I bet you are hungry? I brought your dinner," I rambled on without any response from the boy.

"You are so cute, I'd like to see more of you. Is that okay?" I squeezed my hand between us and unfastened his pants. He grabbed at the opening that had pulled apart but I was quicker. Pulling down the zipper I could tell he was commando. He held the pants together as he scrambled in an effort to get off of my lap. When he stood up I held onto him so he couldn't run away.

"Hey, it's okay; there is nothing to be embarrassed about. Most of the boys here don't have pants or underwear. If you want, I will take mine off too," I coaxed, sliding my briefs off. I pulled on his pants until he finally let them go. Pulling him against me again, I lifted his feet one at a time until I had his pants free. Settling him back on my lap, I stroked his legs and buttocks as he hugged me.

"There, now I can see how good looking you are," I complimented.

He was skinny but nicely proportioned. He was destined to be a looker.

"Are you going to fuck me?" he questioned. The sound of his voice startled me. His choice of words surprised me more.

"Would you want me to?" I asked curiously.

"If I have to be, I would want you to do it," he said diplomatically.

"Why thank you. That is the nicest thing anyone has said to me today," I said truthfully. "Here, don't let your food get cold."

Fucking wasn't on the task list tonight, but it might be soon.

The feature task for the night involved the last two pods on the ground floor. The two boys were brothers and I knew they were not going to be happy about their assigned tasks. With some help from my assistant we were able to get both brothers ankle tethered and restrained in the arena. Just like the night before, the cameras projected the scene onto the flat screens around the room. There was already a lot to see since all four of us were naked. The camera man, whoever he was, took it upon himself to zoom in on different body parts at random.

With the brothers standing side by side, I read the assigned task to the older of the two boys.

"Essentially, what the task says is that you have to fuck your brother until you orgasm without using your hands. You need to show the camera that you had an orgasm. Then you need to get your brother off, again, without using your hands," I summarized.

"Hell no," the older brother spit out. "I ain't no fag."

"Nobody cares what you are," I explained. "You just need to complete the task."

He slammed his fist into the platform mat and cursed under his breath. He was a good looking boy in a stocky beefy sort of way. His red hair and freckles made him look younger than he really was. His brother was the opposite body type, tall for his age and very skinny. Their personalities were also completely different. The younger brother was a real sweet heart, quiet and courteous. The older boy; belligerent and rude.

The session started out more like a wrestling match than anything sexual. The older brother stalked his younger sibling trying to get him down on the mat. The younger boy was quite adroit at escaping his brother's grasp.

"Come here you little creep. I'm not getting into trouble because of you," the older brother growled. The younger boy said nothing, just kept circling as far as the ankle tether would allow.

"Can you cover for me for a few minutes?" I quietly asked my new assistant. "Just keep things going and I will be right back." He nodded and turned back to referee the brothers.

While the cameras were focused on the boys, I grabbed my backpack and worked my way around the edge of the arena to the utility closet. Slipping inside I quickly got out my screw driver and removed the cold air vent cover. It was big enough that I could squeeze through into the original attic area. As I suspected, the finished area walls partitioned off only part of the attic. At the edges were a couple of small alcoves with windows to the outside. From the amount of dust, it was obvious no one had been back here in a long time. Unloading my gear I quickly found a place to attach the receiver where it would have line of sight to the outside world. Running an electrical cord from a nearby ceiling light I cycled up the receiver and verified that it made contact to the ISP tower. The rest of the setup I could do from my room that was just across the way on the top floor of the dormitory.

Back in the arena, the older brother had his younger sibling down on the mat on his stomach and was straddling his hips. He was trying to cram himself into his brother's skinny ass, but wasn't hard enough to penetrate. Because his brother kept squirming away, he was able to blame his failure on him and kept punching him in the side and yelling obscenities at him. I was about to intervene when the screamer was able to get it up enough to finally gain access.

His style reminded me of a rutting dog. Once he had contact he made jack-rabbit quick thrusts. The camera could only see his buttocks going up and down with each short jab. Even from the side, he covered his brother's smaller body completely with his own. The younger boy lay quietly now with his eyes closed, letting his brother have his way with him. Something in the way he submitted suggested to me that this was not his first time with his brother.

The doggie style fucking went on for some time. The older boy was completely focused on getting himself off. He never touched his brother or considered him in any way. As we watched, I leaned over to my padawan and whispered in his ear. He nodded, acknowledging my instructions.

Finally the older brother pulled out, scrunched up his face in ecstasy and spurted all over his brother's butt and back. He seemed rather pleased with himself and apparently forgot all about the other half of his assigned task.

"Congratulations on completing half of your task," I announced stepping into the arena area. "Since you have not taken any steps to complete the second half, I have decided that we will assist you." Pulling on the ankle tether, he had no choice but to come to me.

"Get up on the platform," I instructed.

"What are you going to do?" he questioned.

"Whatever I want," I replied. "You seem to need to be reminded of that constantly. Lay down on your stomach." He complied, but with attitude.

As previously instructed, my padawan grabbed a wrist, secured it in a wrist cuff and attached it to corner of the platform. With my help, the boy was quickly restrained spread eagle. I motioned to the younger boy still lying face down on the mat, to come to me. Sitting on the edge of the platform, I reached out and circled the young boy's waist and drew him in to stand between my legs. Handing him a bottle of lubricant, I gave him his instructions.

"It is time your brother gets fucked don't you think?" I queried.

The boy nodded.

"I want you take this lubricant and spread it all over his bottom inside and out. Can you do that?"

He nodded again. Not much of a conversationalist, but he seemed to get the point.

Climbing up on the platform, he knelt between his brother's legs. Apparently the older brother heard our conversation as he started that annoying whining again.

"You can't do that. I'm not a fag, I don't do that. I will get you for this," he wailed on between bouts of cursing. It made me understand why gags are so popular.

Now that his bigger brother could not get away or retaliate, the young cutie was getting excited about being able to manhandle his brother's equipment. He tentatively reached out and touched his brother's butt. This immediately evoked squirming and cursing from the recipient of his attention. To encourage the young boy, I reached over and slapped the restrained brother's ass. I got a smile from the younger brother who copied my action. I smiled at him and motioned for him to continue. The boy let loose a flurry of slaps and a few punches on his brother. After some time, he seemed to remember his original assigned task and poured lubricant directly on his brother's red bottom and smeared it around with his hand. Some of it leaked down between his butt cheeks and he pursued it with his finger.

Because his brother's meaty butt cheeks did not readily display all of his assets to the camera, my quick thinking padawan straddled his back pulling his hips up enough to insert a cushion under him and pulling his butt cheeks apart. Drawing the younger brother's attention to the flat screens on the wall, the boy responded by moving aside enough that everyone could now watch his finger massaging his brother's virgin sphincter. With more lube on his fingers, he pressed two of them against the tight flesh ring until it gave way and let him in. As expected the brother let out a fresh load of threats, begging and cursing.

I have always thought it odd that the most macho guys who pride themselves in being able to take a punch, withstand any injury without complaint and even endure the sight of blood without being squeamish; have irrational fear beyond all logic at the thought of having their ass touched.

The little brother continued to lube his brother's ass as instructed both inside and out as though he was basting a turkey about to be popped into the oven. His little cock bobbed up and down as he probed with his fingers. I was anxious to see that little cock balls deep in his brother's ass, but I thought perhaps it would be even more interesting for him to see how it was done first.

I motioned for the little guy to return to my embrace, which he did. Since I had my fun the previous night, it was only fair that my partner take the lead tonight. He was waiting for my signal and eagerly took his place between the legs of our well greased turkey. Supporting himself on his hands over the restrained boy, he slowly lowered his hips letting his cock plow between the butt cheeks until it pushed against its target. More cursing and jerking about, that just made the show more suspenseful as everyone held their breath waiting for that first moment of penetration. The camera showed a close up of the dimpled flesh resisting the intrusion of the long hard battering ram pressing against the gate. There was a communal intake of air as the head of his cock suddenly disappeared inside. My sexy assistant held his position while the body under him thrashed around. Waiting until the movement ceased, he smoothly plunged balls deep.

The little boy in my arms tensed, his eyes wide as he watched his brother's ass get rammed. I rubbed his chest, sliding my hand down his flat skinny body until it stroked over his hard cock and stopped by gripping his balls. The fucking began in earnest as my padawan pulled out and plunged back in with a thrust of his hips. The camera loved the action, following the hard larger than life cock each time it plunged into the tight hole.

Proving he was the ultimate showman, my athletic helper kept up his rhythm until the last possible moment. Pulling out, the camera caught the very beginning of his orgasm erupting from his cock before it plunged deep inside to deliver its hot load. Each spurt triggered a hard thrust of his hips, his balls banging against the restrained boy's ass.

Fisting my little friends cock I told him, "Go on, your turn."

The younger brother scrambled up on the platform eagerly taking his place. Without any delay, he climbed on his brother's back humping him until his cock found the entrance to the now well-used hole. He concentrated with his eyes closed, his skinny little butt moving up and down as he fucked his brother. The older brother had finally given up his resistance and his brother was able to take his ass without a fight.

The boys watching gave their encouragement by clapping and pounding on the pod walls. It was a sexy ending to the night's feature task. The younger boy lasted a surprisingly long time. The camera and the boys didn't seem to get bored watching the cute ass moving up and down with his little balls bouncing each time. When he finished, he pulled out and spurted some cum on his brother's back. He looked pleased with himself as he climbed down and let me hug him, pulling him onto my lap. We left the older brother spreadeagled while the camera showed his gaping hole on the big screens – larger than life.

Chapter 6
Severus

The days flew by, but I was no closer to finding out who was behind the cameras, where the boys disappeared to or what life was like when they did. Most of the original crew I had started with was gone and new boys had replaced them. The only recognizable pattern was boys who did well in their featured task in the arena, disappeared soon after. I suspected the arena sessions were used as promotional videos to sell the boys as sex slaves, but there was not a single shred of physical evidence to prove it. In addition I didn't know if I could or should do anything about it. It was entirely possible the life they went to was better than the one they came from. Certainly the standard of living of the boys I had talked with was a low bar. It was time for me to admit that I was in over my head.

I still had not contacted my dad. The excuse was that I did not have the new encryption codes he would be using in his new location for a secure video connection, but that was not the real reason. I still had not decided for myself if he sent us away for our education and safety, or to get us out of the way so that he could focus on his work the way he used to before we showed up. If I was honest, I had to admit that Jason was thriving here. Now that we could communicate privately, Jason had reassured me that he was doing well. In fact a couple of teachers had actually questioned why I wasn't doing as well in my studies as my genius brother. That hurt.

I still had the challenge coin dad had given me, but there was something about Severus (my nick name for the combat instructor taken from the Harry Potter series; Severus Snape the "Defense Against the Dark Arts" professor) that made me on edge. He certainly reminded me of my dad, the way he dressed and talked, but there was something else. Something vaguely dangerous about him.

***

"Sir, can I speak with you for a moment?" I asked timidly. Severus was putting away equipment after class. The others cadets had left already.

"Yes cadet, if you give me a hand putting away this equipment. I have a staff meeting that I need to get ready for," he said continuing to pick up sparring gloves and helmets.

"Yes sir, of course," I conceded picking up the kick boxing punching mitts scattered around. "You said I could come to you if I needed to. Well I think I have got myself into some trouble and I am not sure what to do about it."

"If this is about one of those girls you guys have been sneaking into your dormitory at night?" he remarked in a disgusted tone. "I could have told you there would be trouble."

"Hmm, no sir. This is something else," I hesitated. Suddenly I wasn't so sure about spilling my guts. He caught my hesitance and stopped, putting down the equipment he was carrying. Grabbing my arm he sat me down on a weight bench. He pulled up a nearby stool so that his knees were almost touching mine.

"Tell me," he commanded.

So I told him. How I had discovered the attic room. That I had been working there for several weeks and what went on when I did. I told him about the questions I had and about where the boys had come from that I had talked with. He listened without interrupting, his face a blank mask.

"What is it you want to do?" he quizzed when I finally stopped talking.

"I don't know," I admitted. "I don't know what to do."

"David, this is more serious than you know," he warned. "It is unlikely these people are going to let you just walk away regardless of who they really are. Have you ever wondered what happened to the student you replaced?"

He had never used my name before. I suddenly understood just how bad this was and for the first time I was truly afraid.

"Can you get me in there?" he questioned. "We need more people to have witnessed their operation; adult witnesses."

"There are cameras everywhere. I couldn't get you in without them knowing."

"What if I came as a delivery man?" he suggested.

"All the deliveries come up by dumbwaiter."

"Then you need to get me contact information, I could pose as a client. There must be a web or email address. If you are right about them, they must have some way that clients get in touch with them."

"I have been told that sometimes clients are allowed to come in and 'try out' a boy," I said thinking out loud. "It hasn't happened while I have been there, but maybe I could suggest that I have an interested client."

"By 'try out' you mean have sex with a boy?" he asked frowning.

"Well yeah," I responded. "Are you afraid that would disgust you?"

"No," he said quietly. "I'm afraid it wouldn't."

His response made me see him differently. He taught a very physical class in an all male military school, did he secretly struggle to resist the handsome young boys he taught? I stood up and so did he. We stood face to face.

"If you don't want to do one of the boys, you could do me," I suggested.

"I don't know," he agonized, his usually blank expression showed conflict and confusion. "I don't want to have to report to your father that I screwed his son."

"He would understand, under the circumstances."

"Maybe," he said skeptically.

"Do you want to try?" I asked touching the front of his workout pant. I could feel the hard length of him through the fabric.

"Don't," he commanded pushing me back hard enough that I fell over the weight bench. "Don't ever do that again."

He angrily turned to leave.

"Try to find contact information. If you can't, then try to get me in as a client. I will meet up with you after your shift tonight. I have a staff meeting."

And then he left while I picked myself up off the floor.

Chapter 7
Wrestling

That night while I worked, I wracked my brain trying to figure out a way to find the contact information. If I couldn't find anything on the premises, maybe I could find it on the Internet. Between feeding time and tonight's feature task, I used the computer to research Chicago's notorious sex market. All of the information I found was about young girls sold for prostitution and massage parlors. I also knew from school gossip that local police would sometimes pickup runaways or street walkers and have sex with them in the back alleys in payment for not taking them to the police station. None of that helped me find a meat market connection for young boys.

I looked forward to the feature task tonight as it starred two of my favorites. Both boys were about my age, very handsome, sexy and athletic with matching buzz cuts. They were now the veterans of the group, as they had been here the longest. I didn't understand why they were still here, as they were the nicest boys, intelligent and well mannered. Seeing them together was going to be hot.

It was unusual, but for this task I was instructed to dress the boys. Releasing them from their pods, I handed out their outfits. Each boy put on a tight spandex wrestling singlet and leather wrist and ankle bands. Standing on the metal catwalk outside their pod I stepped back to view the result. The singlet had spaghetti straps that covered their nipples but not much else. The open sides accentuated their shoulder and chest muscles and the spandex shorts bulged with the outline of their personal equipment.

"You guys look hot," I complimented.

They beamed at the praise.

"What is our task going to be?" the first boy in red asked.

"Exhibition wrestling and flip fuck," I replied. "Can you handle that?"

"I figured as much," the second boy in blue said. Turning to his partner he said, "If we make it real sexy, maybe we will get out of here." His partner nodded.

"Well, I would pick you. You two are the hottest guys in here," I gushed.

"Maybe you should join us," the boy in red suggested with a provocative smirk. "A threesome would be awesome."

Not bothering with the ankle tethers, I led them down to the arena. These guys obviously had some wrestling experience as they started out in the traditional neutral position. After a few feints and typical wrestling moves, the action started to heat up.

Getting his partner down on his hands and knees the boy in red was holding him in place with his body and an arm around his waist. Each boy was straining to control the movement and the effort showed in their arm and leg muscles. The boy in back stroked his partner's chest, gripping his pec muscles and then moving down his body until he gripped his privates through the tight spandex. In response, the boy in blue reared up, flipping his opponent on his back and landing on top of him. The camera zoomed in for a close up of the outline of his member visible in the tight spandex singlet. I always found wrestling to be an intimate sport, but these two raised it to a whole new level.

Perfectly aware this was an exhibition match, both boys interspersed wrestling moves with lots of touching. Reversing positions, the boy in red was again on top, pressing his body down on his opponent trying to force his shoulders against the mat. With one hand he pulled down the singlet strap baring half his partner's chest. In an impressive strength move, the partner in blue not only prevented a pin but wrapping his legs around the boy in red, got an arm around his neck and trapped him against his shoulder. Pulling down the straps of his singlet, he bared him to the waist. Jerking away, the boy in red escaped his hold and bounced to his feet.

Both boys now wore their singlet around their waist, their smooth muscular chests slick with sweat. Locking arms, each boy pushed and pulled at the other trying for an advantage. The boy in blue ducked under his opponent's arms and in a bold move grabbed crotch and shoulder for a body slam to the mat. Before the boy in red could recover, he grabbed both sides of the singlet and yanked it down. The near naked boy discarded the spandex singlet that was now down around his knees. The camera appreciated his body as he lay on the mat, slowly moving over his chest and arms before zooming in on his fat cock. The boy in blue dropped to his knees and took the big cock into his mouth, swallowing it all the way down. The target of his cock sucking technique arched his back, spreading his legs as he drew up his knees.

After a few minutes of oral stimulation, the boy previously in red showed a fully erect cock. The boy on top slid over him hugging his body with his own. Their lips and tongues met, the camera catching their open mouthed exploration of each other. The naked boy, took the opportunity to pull the singlet of his opponent down exposing his buttocks. The camera obediently followed the action, showing the muscular flexing of his butt cheeks as he rubbed himself against the boy beneath him.

In a move that reminded me of synchronized swimming, the boy on top climbed to his feet his singlet around his thighs. His nude partner bounced to his feet and jumping up wrapped his legs around the other boy's waist. Catching him under his buttocks, the boy in blue slowly lowered him over his erection. Upon entry, the impaled boy groaned loudly and threw his head back. Continuing to lean back he arched his back extending his arms over his head until he was supporting his own weight on the floor while still wrapping his legs around his partner's waist. With improved leverage the boy on top began to pound himself into the body hanging from his waist. It was an impressive display of flexibility.

The stretched chest and stomach muscles of the boy caught mid back flip showed off the advantages of a boy in his teens versus someone younger. Their athletic bodies were so provocative; you could not help but lust to touch them. After a time when the impaled boy had been thoroughly fucked, he loosened his grip on his partner's waist and with help from the boy holding his buttocks, flipped completely over and landed on his feet. Stepping out of his singlet, the previously boy in blue executed a handstand and his partner caught his legs pulling them down around his waist reversing their previous positions. The new boy on top required more time to find the right angle for entry. When he finally did push inside, his partner released his hold on his waist and spread his legs doing a side split. The camera was then able to clearly see the fat cock splitting his ass cheeks as it moved in and out of his body.

I continued to be amazed at the level of showmanship of these two boys. How could anyone watch and not want to play with both of them. Maybe they would be promoted as a matched set? After a cock raising period of extreme fucking, both boys were back on their feet. The boy with the fat cock climbed up on the platform and laid spreadeagled. His partner climbed on top and lowered himself onto his rigid member lying back on top of him with his knees spread. He began pumping his butt up and down fucking himself. The boy on the bottom put his arm around his partner's neck in a choke hold while reaching with his other hand to stroke his cock. As the boy on top got ready to orgasm, his partner tightened the armhold cutting off his air supply. Continuing to fuck himself; the boy on top turned red in the face and then began to spurt cum into the air. Jamming himself down onto the hard rod in his ass, his body jerked and spasmed until his balls were empty. The arm across his neck released and he gasped for breath.

Quickly flipping over before his cock went soft, he put the bottom boy's legs over his shoulders pushing them forward until he could bury his cock. With a hand under his body he stroked the boy's cock while leaning his forearm across his neck. After a few minutes of stroking and fucking, the bottom boy stiffened groaning loudly as he began his orgasm. Leaning against his neck, the boy on top cut off his partner's air supply while stroking him to completion.

I had heard of erotic asphyxiation, but never seen it practiced. It is said to enhance your orgasm just as having a cock in your ass at the time makes it feel more intense. Both boys were laying spreadeagled on the mat breathing heavily, each messy with their partner's spunk.

After such a spectacular show, I felt like I should pass out medals or something. The boy in red wins the gold, with a close silver from the boy in blue! Instead, I kissed each of them as they scrambled off the platform and putting my arm around their waists, lead them off to the showers.

***

It had been a long tense day, I had a lot to think about. Instead of taking my usual route down the servant stairs and out the back, I stopped on the first floor of the mansion and crossed over to the black chair lounge. At this hour, just before taps, all the rooms were dark and deserted. In the city nothing is ever completely dark, there is always light from the street that filtered over the wall and through the trees. Sitting down at the baby grand, I pulled up the cover and began to play. I have always been able to play the piano even though I seldom had one to practice on.

They call it 'playing by ear' although I don't know what ears have to do with it. Music to me is a private language that speaks to me at a level beyond logic and reason. It reaches into my soul, if I actually have one. When I play, it lets me think and express myself in a way that never comes to me in words. I usually play in the dark, never understood why anyone needed light to see the keys, it isn't as though they move around. My fingers know where they are. Once I got into the flow of the music, the tension I didn't realize I was holding onto, released. I was homesick. I hated the faux military macho bullshit.

"Hmm, that felt good," I said to myself as I pounded out a matching dark strident cadence on the piano. "What else do I hate? Physics! Yeah, I really hate physics."

Engrossed in my own catharsis, the shadows moving close by scared the hell out of me and I jerked back from the keyboard. In the silence that followed I heard a voice.

"That was beautiful. I didn't realize you had soul," Severus said stepping out of the shadow. He sat next to me on the piano bench facing away from the keyboard.

"Hmmp, why would you think you know anything about me?" I questioned as I started playing again.

"Because I knew your father and you remind me of him."

"Well, you have me at a disadvantage sir, as I don't think I know him at all," I countered.

"I get that, we tend to be solitary and your father most of all," he admitted.

"That's what I mean, who is 'we'? I don't know what that means. Why does he have that coin, what does having it mean? Why is being with him a security risk even now? Aaauugh!" I muttered in frustration.

The silence from my bench partner was deafening while I pounded out my frustration in discordant arpeggios and the deep bass you can only get from a grand piano.

"We were on missions together," he said in a quiet voice, the only time I heard him speak with hesitancy. "Sometimes they were dangerous, sometimes they were just long and boring. It is hard to explain to anyone who hasn't experienced it. The loyalty, the intimacy – like family, only more." He struggled with the words. "Your father is very special to me and that coin represents that….commitment."

I stared at him while still playing, but the music now was soft and mellow, the chords tight and harmonious. "You're in love with him?" I accused. He laughed.

"I suppose, but not in the way you mean it," he stated shaking himself out of his private memories and back to the present. "Your father was our commander and he made a lot of enemies. Those enemies are still out there. They will strike at anything your father cares about and that's you. The more he loves you, the more in danger you are. Get it?"

And I did get it – an epiphany, like a sudden bonk on the head. "Yeah, I get it."

"Did you get the contact information we need?" he asked getting back to business.

"No, sorry, I couldn't find anything," I apologized. "I tried everything I could think of."

"Okay, don't worry about it and don't do anything more to call attention to yourself," he said thoughtfully. "Time to call in the big guns. Leave it to me."

One armed, he hugged me against him for a few seconds before he quietly disappeared again into the shadows. Strangely, it made me feel better.

Chapter 8
The Deception

Nothing happened and I do mean nothing. Severus ignored me in class and avoided me in the hallways. School went on, its same old boring way and every night I worked in the attic. There were fewer featured tasks as most of the boys were new. I admit, some of the new ones were real cuties and coaxing them out of their clothes was not an odious task. Everything seemed so ordinary that I was lulled into a sense of security except for one thing. More and more often the instructions on the tablet required that I take off my clothes. It felt as though I was on display just as much as any of the boys in the pods. I'm not shy about being nude, in fact, I wanted to get back to working out regularly. The school schedule didn't leave a lot of extra time for my usual run or weight routine. No one works out just so they can hide their body.

It was a complete surprise when the tablet announced an agent of a client was coming to inspect the boys in person. The tablet made it clear that I was to cooperate with whatever the agent wanted. It also specifically instructed me to remove my school uniform and keep it hidden. Fortunately I had clean skivvies on.

Feeding time went on as usual and I waited nervously for the agent to show up. Halfway through the entertainment schedule an alarm went off. Since no one ever came in while I was on shift, I had never heard the alarm before. When the door opened, a dark haired man in glasses came in. He looked like what you would expect an accountant or maybe a lawyer to be. He wore a business suit and his hair was styled, but there was something about the eyes. I tried to be casual about it, but couldn't help but keep looking. There was something familiar.

Finally I figured out, it was Severus in a disguise. He must be wearing a hair piece and a good one. Severus wears his hair high and tight, nothing like this product stiffened pompadour and the tapered sides looked one hundred percent genuine. The beard was a couple days of scruff and the glasses were designer. I licked my lips – he looked good.

"Welcome sir," I greeted him trying not to let on that I had recognized him. "I understand you are here to look over the boys. If I can answer any questions for you or if you want to er…try out anything?" He looked me up and down appreciatively. It made me want to cross my arms over my bare chest for some reason.

"Thank ye, balach," he said with a heavy Scottish accent. "I willna trouble ye much I hope. Just a wee look at the balaich bheaga."

I wasn't sure what all that meant, but I led him toward the pods and he studiously examined each boy as we slowly passed by.

"This lad here, in the breeches?" he stopped in front of a pod with a young blond haired boy of six or seven still wearing pants.

I stopped in front of the pod and unlocked the door, motioning to the boy to come out. He seemed to understand the importance of a guest and stood at attention in front of Severus. His face was very handsome with a shaggy bowl cut hair style. His thin shoulders and chest gave him a very innocent look but he didn't cower. Severus moved around behind him inspecting the boy from all sides. Putting a hand on his bare shoulder, he ran his other hand down over his chest brushing over his nipples and stopping on the boy's stomach. Pulling him back against him, he ran his hand down inside the front of the boy's pants. The boy gasped at the feel of the hand groping him but otherwise stood still.

"Aye, he'll do well enough," Severus said. "Ye show me gnè a-nis."

I didn't have a clue what that actually meant, but I guessed that he wanted me to demonstrate the boy's – attributes. We moved to the arena area where Severus sat on the edge of the platform and I stood in front of him holding the boy against me. Keeping eye contact with Severus, I reached down to unfasten and unzip the boy. Sliding down his pants and underwear, it took only a moment to get him to lift his feet one at a time for me to get his clothes off completely. He stood nude and shivering, hiding his privates with his hands. I kept body contact, trying to lend him body heat and courage. Pulling his hands away, I held them in mine behind his back.

Severus reached out and fondled the boy with one big hand. Closing his eyes, a look of pure pleasure came over his face. Severus was either really into young boys or he was an Oscar winning actor. The boy whimpered and squirmed as Severus stroked and massaged him. With or without his conscious desire, the boy's body responded to the stimulation and he soon had a nice little chubby going for Severus to play with.

Satisfied with the results, Severus took hold of the boy's shoulders and turned him to face me. The boy put his arms around my waist and hugged me, leaning his head against my chest. I automatically put my arms around him rubbing his back. Using both hands Severus felt the boy's butt cheeks, rubbing and squeezing them like ripe melons. With my feet, I forced the boy to take a wider stance providing better access to his anus. Severus spit on his fingers and rubbed them down between the boy's cheeks. The boy renewed his whimpering and squirming against me while I held him in place.

I couldn't see what was going on directly, but the big flat screens showed Severus's probing fingers disappearing between the cute little butt cheeks of the squirming boy. Severus put his fingers in his mouth to wet them and then returned to massaging and probing. When his finger actually penetrated, the boy yelped but stood absolutely still, frozen by the strange feeling of the finger probing inside of him. As Severus became more aggressive, the boy renewed his efforts to escape and I held him tighter.

My own erection was now obvious with the boy squirming against me and only my briefs to cover myself. Severus bodily picked up the boy and easily deposited him on the platform on his hands and knees. The boy stayed where he was placed, his arms and legs shaking but his penis still firm and hard hanging down between his legs. Severus looked at me expectantly.

"You want me to…?," I questioned glancing at the boy's exposed ass. Severus nodded. I pulled down my skivvies and kicked them off. Leaving the boy on the platform, Severus came to me and grabbed my cock in one hand while he forced his tongue into my mouth. After the initial shock, I relaxed into the kiss, using my tongue to battle his. He tasted of wine and his body smelled of musk cologne.

Climbing onto the platform, I got on my hands and knees over the trembling boy. Severus took charge of my cock, stroking and positioning it to enter the boy's virgin ass. With my body in contact with the boy's back, I used one hand to stroke his cock and balls while Severus guided my cock into him. The boy had not stopped whimpering, but as my cock penetrated him he progressed to full on crying. Looking back I could see that Severus was pleased with his handiwork. I felt the hand touching my ass and stroking along my cock to where it connected with the boy and then he played with the boy's balls and cock while listening to the boy wail and sob.

I was fully inside the boy now, but kept still hoping to let the boy grow accustomed to my size. Severus walked around the other side of the platform so that the boy and I could both see him and began to take off his clothes. Like a strip tease, he slowly and purposely removed his suit coat and neatly folded it. Then came the shirt, slowly unbuttoned and removed and folded. His black chest hair was neatly trimmed over his muscled physique. Without the clothes he looked trimmer, more my size. The pants followed, revealing hairy heavily muscled thighs. The plain white boxers revealed the finale, a low hanging pair of balls and thick semi hard cock. He stroked it in front of us, adjusting himself. I couldn't help but watch as he touched himself, my cock pulsing inside of its tight warm hole.

Severus came back around the platform and climbed up behind me. I felt his hand move down between my butt cheeks and then I knew what he intended. He wasn't going to fuck the boy, he was going to fuck me! I had offered myself to him before, but now that I knew it was going to happen, I wasn't so sure about it. He alternated rubbing my butt and fingering my anus. In spite of the circumstances of being inside a blubbering boy and threatened with a fully engorged adult cock, my cock hardened, jerking and pulsing.

The pain of his penetration was quick and fleeting. I just felt full, like a stuffed sausage, an odd feeling but not necessarily unpleasant. I had not felt like this since being with my dad. But I didn't want to think of that right now. The similarities were too striking and I did not want to be homesick again. With the stimulation of his cock in my ass, I felt I had to move. I pushed further into the boy, still sniveling but with a hard little cock that I played with as I fucked him. Pulling out I fucked myself onto Severus causing waves of sensation in my ass. Push forward, feeling the tight warm sensations on my cock, pull back and feel the full hard cock in my ass. Push, pull, push pull. Each time my cock seemed to get harder and pulse longer until I felt I would explode. Severus reached around and pinched and pulled my nipple making me yell out. He kept it up and I was sure I could not hold back any longer and yet I did. With my arm around the boy's hips I pulled him tight against me, burying my cock in his ass as far as it would go. Severus did the same to me, so that we were squashed together like a sandwich.

I felt Severus cock begin to jerk and pulse inside of me and then the hot juice began to flow. It triggered my own release and I squirted cum far up inside the boy. We were all making noise, groaning or yelling or crying at the same time. When Severus pulled out of me, my ass felt empty. It felt odd not to have him crammed inside of me. I moved to release the boy, my cock popping out still semi hard. I turned him over, pulling and stroking his hard little prick.

Severus moved around the boy to kneel at his head while I was kneeling between his legs. Watching me play with the boy's cock, he rubbed and pulled on the boy's little nipples, getting an immediate reaction of noise and squirming. Keeping up my attention to the boy's cock, I spread his legs further so I could see the ass that I had stretched with my cock just a few minutes ago. Inserting two fingers into the well lubricated hole, I let his squirming stimulate his ass at the same time I fisted his cock. Grabbing the boy's hand Severus made him grip his cock while he leaned over and shoved his tongue in his mouth. The whimpering and sobbing muffled and in just a few moments the little body began shaking and jerking. With a dry orgasm it was difficult to know exactly when it was over, but I kept up the stimulation until I was sure he had fully felt his release.

Each of us felt satisfied but drained. The boy lay limp, not moving or caring that he was spread eagle and naked. The camera was eating him up, roaming over his body from different angles. Severus came around the platform and put his arm around my shoulders.

Leaning over he whispered in my ear. "Sorry about this." I felt a pinch on my upper arm. Looking over to see if something had stung me, everything started to spin. Damn, I didn't see that one coming.

Chapter 9
Kidnapped

I woke up trying to decide if I was going to puke or not. My head was an anvil for a very large hammer. I didn't open my eyes, but I could tell I was no longer in Chicago. The city has a constant white noise, day or night. Traffic sounds, people talking, horns, sirens; it is never completely quiet. Now I could hear…nothing.

How could I have been so stupid about Severus. I didn't check with anyone to know if he was who he said he was. I could have easily contacted my dad and verified it, but I didn't. I trusted that stupid coin. Now I might be in a Thailand brothel or the plaything of a rich oligarch. As my head cleared a bit I opened my eyes and looked around. I was laid out naked on a leather sofa in some kind of private office. There was a desk and a wall of books. Damn, no phone on the desk. The book titles were mostly English but also a smattering of French and even some Arabic. It could be any educated person's study.

Getting up slowly, I let my head spin down. Staggering a little I tried the door knob. To my surprise it opened. Peeking out I could make out that it was the middle of the night and I was on the second floor. The room opened on a balcony with doors opening off from it that ran around three sides of a massive great room with a giant sized hearth. I could smell the smoke from a real wood fire and hear the muffled voices from some other room. Quiet as I could, I found the stairs that descended to a flag stone entrance. Pulling on the massive front door, I found it was also unlocked. Outside the night was cool but not freezing cold. A covered porch ran along two sides of the house. The only light came from the windows of the house, everything else was pitch black. I ran without a clue as to where. The grass was slightly wet on my bare feet and when I hit the wood line, the branches raked my bare body. Why couldn't I have stolen clothes from a neighboring clothesline? In the movies there is always a clothesline with just the right clothes that fit the half naked movie star. I laughed to myself in spite of my circumstances.

The terrain descended at a sharp angle soon after I entered the trees. I had to slow down and try to pick my way in the dark or I would fall and break something. In the distance I could hear voices and off to the right and above me there were flashes of light. Damn, they were after me already. I headed away from the lights cutting across the steep grade rather than going straight down. The voices and lights were getting closer behind me. They were probably following a road or trail while I was floundering through the underbrush. I thought of climbing a tree or hiding, but that seemed like a last resort. I renewed my efforts to outrun them.

Something tackled me from behind and I went down into the damp leaves. My attacker climbed onto my body holding me down with his. I elbowed him off enough that I could flip over and use my feet. Catching him in the chest I shoved him hard enough that he went crashing down the bank. Gaining my feet I started to run again. Another body crashed into mine knocking me down again. Damn, the lights and voices were just herding me and I had fallen for it. They must have had guys waiting for me to come to them. I struggled, twisting and turning but now the two of them were holding me down. I could hear them grunting and cursing in English. Twisting my arms back, they restrained my wrists and ankles. Picking me up like a sack of potatoes, someone pitched me over their shoulder and started back up the bank.

I struggled but all I got for my effort was a smack on my bare butt. Opening the door to the house, they dropped me on the cold flag stone entrance floor and left. I got a good look at them in the entranceway light – military. Looking around I caught sight of someone sitting on a stool at the kitchen counter.

"Severus, you bastard!" I yelled at him squirming around until I could sit up.

"Severus? Who's Severus?" a voice questioned from the other side of the great room.

"Dad?" I asked, but already knew the answer. My whole body shook with relief as I struggled to gain my feet. "Hmm, a little help here!"

Severus cut the zip ties with a kitchen knife. Dad hugged me tight as soon as I could stand and I clung to him afraid that if I let him go he might be a mirage. Grabbing an afghan from a nearby chair, Severus placed it over my shoulders and I wore it like a shawl.

Dad led me over to a wing back chair in front of the hearth so I could warm up. Severus placed a tumbler of something strong on a table within reach. My brain was overclocking and smoking, trying to put the pieces together. It was obvious by then that I was at Dad's new compound in North Carolina.

"So Dad, you are the client Severus was representing and you bought me as a sex slave?" I queried trying to wrap my brain around it.

"I don't know who Severus is, but David this is Raymond, a colleague of mine," Dad explained.

"Colleague my ass," I interrupted. "You could have told me!" I looked at Severus/Ray accusingly.

"Aye, laddie I couldda," he replied in his Scottish brogue. "But, I dinna know how good an actor ye were, ye ken?" I actually growled at him like a rabid dog.

Just then a naked boy wandered in from a back hallway, scrubbing at his hair and yawning.

"My God, you bought the boy as a sex slave too?" I sputtered in an exasperated tone. I held my arms out to the boy that I had so recently fucked and he came to me and crawled into my lap. I spread the afghan over us both as much as I could.

"I had to make it realistic. I couldn't just buy the instructor after coming to inspect the boy," Ray said in unaccented English.

"David, when – Severus – came to me about what you got yourself into, we found your name on the price list along with all the other boys for sale. My 'competition' intended to buy you and send you somewhere overseas where we would never find you again. We had to move fast," Dad explained patiently.

"Who the hell is Severus?" Ray asked with a baffled look.

"That's you," Dad said, and his mouth twitched trying not to smile. "Check your Harry Potter trivia. Don't worry; he was one of the good guys in the end."

"Yeah, he dies," I said sarcastically.

"Aye, well I hope I went out in a blaze of glory then," Severus said in a somewhat offended tone.

"If you knew they were going to sell me, why not just bring me home? Why did we have to go through that whole show with Severus fucking me?" I asked my Dad.

"You fucked my son?" Dad questioned Severus suddenly looking very unhappy. "That wasn't part of the plan."

"Oh, aye but ye need be plans will change you know. Ye have ta improvise on the fly, ye know to meet the need. And by the by, he did offer," Severus said taking a big swig of his drink.

"You fucked my son?" Dad repeated looking even more severe.

"Aye, and a good fuck he was too," Severus saluted me with his glass. Now Dad was growling. Ignoring Severus for the moment Dad continued.

"The Chicago sex market is well hidden and very well defended. We needed to get you out in a way that they would not come after you," Dad explained to me. "If they believed that you were purchased and under the control of a client, they would not worry about you going to the authorities with what you knew."

"Was the school involved?" I asked Severus. "It didn't seem possible that they didn't know." It was my Dad who answered.

"Chicago has a very complex and somewhat shady political landscape. Very influential people in Chicago trade favors. One of those favors was for the school to look the other way about what went on in the attic. It was perfect place to hide a boy sex ring, no one would question boys coming and going from an all boy military school."

"What happens now?" I questioned taking a sip of the drink Severus made for me. It burned all the way down. "Are you going to keep me as a sex slave? And what about him?" I nodded at the boy sleeping in my lap, his little butt hanging outside of the afghan and being warmed by the fire.

"Ah, yes, what to do with you," he pondered. "We seem to be back to square one. I sent you to that school to be educated in a safe environment. Within months you get yourself in enough trouble that you would have spent your life as a permanent fuck toy. Yes, what do I do with you?"

"Is that a rhetorical question?" I asked hopefully. One look at Dad's face and I realized how much trouble I was still in. Reselling me to the highest bidder might still be considered.

"Don't worry, if your father had not bought you I would have," Severus said to me in a loud whisper.

"That's a compliment I guess," I retorted with a confused look.

"Aye, it is laddie," he said reverting to his fake Scottish brogue. "Ye're much too old for me, aye?" He winked at me. I gave him the finger.

"Not a question we have to answer tonight," Dad sighed. "Thank God you are safe. Now, Severus maybe we could discuss that little incident of you fucking my son."

"Aye, well, thank ye kindly but I think I will be staying with yer military boys out there in the bunk house. So if you canna excuse me, I will bid you the good night," Severus said backing out of the room.

"We should all get some sleep," Dad advised. "You can put our little sex slave to bed in the guest room. Top of the stairs, first door to your left. We can find some of Jason's old clothes that might fit him in the morning."

Left alone with the boy, I shook him a little to wake him up.

"Hey boy, wake up," I whispered. "What's your name?" He groaned and rubbed his eyes, but managed to sit up.

"Liam," he said in a sleepy voice.

"You don't look like a Liam. I will call you boy," I decided pulling the afghan off and preparing to take him up to bed. "You can call me – master."

"Are you going to fuck me again – master?" the boy asked hesitantly. Hearing that crass word come from a boy so young was a surprise, but I should have known he would have heard it often enough from the other older boys.

"Probably," I responded truthfully. "Come on then, we need to put you to bed." Standing up, I let him stand on the chair so he could climb on my back, putting his arms around my neck and his legs around my waist. Holding on to his legs, I started up the stairs.

"Can I stay with you?" my boy asked me. "I don't want to be all by myself." Of course, he was used to the pods where he was never alone.

"Sure, we sex slaves need to stick together," I murmured and the little munchkin snuggled in with his head on my shoulder.

Wandering around and opening doors, I found the master suite across the back of the house on the second floor. The room had a gas fireplace and from the dim light I could see my Dad was already in bed. I deposited the load on my back on the foot of the bed and he immediately curled up into a little ball. Finding the bath, I used the shower, the water as hot as I could stand to wash off the dirt and leaves from my feet and body. Freshly toweled, I snatched up my boy and snuggled into the bed next to Dad. Cuddling the boy in front of me I snuggled into the warm covers letting my hand brush over his little nipples and tuck his hips in against mine.

I felt my dad behind me as he put his arm around me and hugged me back against his naked body. I could feel the warmth of his chest against my back and his firm cock against my ass. I sighed, feeling content and safe in his arms. He kissed my neck.

"Welcome home, my little sex slave," and he chuckled deep in his chest.

"Hmm, I'm not going to live this down for a very long time am I?" I acknowledged.

"Oh, no," he agreed. "It will be a very long time. Like never!"

I snorted, knowing it to be true.

Apparently Dad had been waiting for me, as I felt a well lubricated cock slide into my ass. It wasn't about getting off. This was the way I used to cuddle with my brother Jason. When he was afraid or lonely, I connected to him by being inside of him, filling him up and hugging him against me. I tried to stay hard inside of him as long as I could until he fell asleep. As I squirmed back against my Dad just to feel his cock move inside of me, he played with my nipple and kissed my neck again. Maybe being a sex slave wouldn't be so bad after all.

The End