Chapter One
New Boy Initiation

"Danny, I need you to take on the new boy," grandpa demands, not giving me much of a choice.

"Where did you get this one?" I asked, looking over the scrawny kid.

"Mother abandoned him. He was living in a box for god's sake," grandpa sighs. "God damn fucking parents have kids then leave them lying around like a worn-out pair of shoes."

"What do you want me to train him for," I question, preparing myself for the worst.

"What do you think? We may live here for free, but clothes don't grow on trees and just getting these boys to a dentist once a year is a god damn fortune," grandpa said, working himself up into a tirade. "He needs to be able to do the whole shebang, just like the rest of y'all. I expect you to break him in good."

A group of wealthy families owns a gated community up in the Blue Ridge Mountains. It is an exclusive group of families, that believe you should be free to love your children, including sexually. They give us room and board and let us go to their private school in exchange for each of us taking our turn as houseboys for them. We live in a big ole house that everyone calls the monastery, because of how big it is and all the stonework. It was originally designed to be a hostel. It has eight dormitories, four on the top floor and four on the ground floor with a big common room with a fireplace on the bottom floor in between the dormitory wings. The main floor, in between all the dormitories, has three more private bedrooms in one wing, a great room in the middle and the kitchen/dining room in the opposite wing.

We used to all live in grandpa's cabin. There were kids sleeping three to a bed, on the sofa, on the floor; anywhere there was a flat spot to curl up with a blanket. Now everyone has their own bed and there are multiple bathrooms and showers. The food is good too. The pantry gets restocked every week, no more going two or three days at a time without food in the house.

To earn our keep, each resident family in the gated community is assigned a boy, for a month. The boy does whatever chores he is assigned to do within the rules. The rules limit the number of hours a boy can be expected to work, doesn't allow them to be beaten, things like that. Other than a few rules, a family can use their boy anyway they want. Since the community is known for parents having sexual relations with their own kids, you can guess that most houseboys are not just mowing the lawn.

Besides being houseboys, we earn money on the side by running an escort service and working with a studio that makes porn movies. The movies bring in the most money, but everyone must learn how to do all the jobs. For new boys, that can be a challenge.

"What's your name, boy?" I ask the kid standing by grandpa's chair.

"Jeremy."

"How old are you, Jeremy?" I ask, sizing him up.

"Nine."

"You ever go with a man and get paid to let him touch you?" I question, trying to get a feel for how innocent the kid really is.

"No."

I sigh. He is either faking how inexperienced he is or this one will be a bawler. I hate breaking in boys who cry. "C'mon, let's get you settled in and then we might as well get your initiation over with."

I take him up to the second-floor dorm with me, where I stay with my brother Declan. It is easier to break him in if he is sleeping in the same dorm. Later he can pick where he wants to stay. Each wing has two dorms with a shared bathroom and shower area in between. Each dorm can easily handle four without having to double up or use bunk beds. Since there are only about a dozen boys, the house has plenty of extra room. I got him setup with a bed and a place to put his stuff.

"Is this a new boy?" Declan asks.

"Yeah. Jeremy, this is Declan. Declan, Jeremy," I introduce them.

"Are you going to do the initiation?" Declan questions excitedly. I nod. "I will tell some of the other guys."

Declan bolts to spread the word. New boy initiations are considered great entertainment. Everyone here has been through it. It is a rite of passage, the gauntlet you have to get through to be a member of grandpa's boys. There is no way to prepare a new boy for what happens in the initiation. You just go into it cold turkey.

I take Jeremy down to the ground floor common room. This is the room where us boys usually hang out. There are video games, a pool table and some workout equipment. I setup two straight-backed chairs in front of the fireplace. I set Jeremy in one and I take the other. Boys start to wander in, watching from the sidelines.

"Jeremy, every boy who stays here earns their keep," I explain. "That means you will be assigned jobs. Some jobs you will like and others you won't. Doesn't matter. You do them anyway. You understand?"

"I guess."

"Sometimes the job is letting someone give you money so that they can touch you, do things to you. You need to let them do it, even if it hurts," I lecture. He looks apprehensive. "Nobody is going to let anyone beat you up or hurt you bad. Just sometimes, it will hurt for a little while. Has anyone ever touched you like that?"

"Maybe."

It is impossible to live on the street for very long without having to trade a place to stay or food for a little skin. If he really is this innocent, then he is a very lucky little boy. "We are going to practice, so that you know what to do when you get a job like that. I am going to pretend to be someone who gives you money. Okay?"

He won't say yes, but I am not really asking.

"Little boy, I am going to give you a bunch of money," I pantomime taking money out and giving it to him. "I want you to come over here and sit on my lap."

He looks around at the other boys watching. He is nervous, clearly thinking about his options. Can he refuse? Can he run?

"Jeremy, this is something that every boy in this room has had to do," I try to reason with him. "Don't be embarrassed. Come over here now and sit on my lap."

His face displays his thoughts. He is afraid, embarrassed and confused. I gesture to him, holding my arms out. He finally gets up and moves toward me reluctantly. I reach for him and pull him onto my lap. I let him sit there unmolested for a few minutes.

"Good boy, see that isn't so bad to just sit on my lap, is it?" I prompt.

"I'm too big to sit on your lap," he says in a quiet little boy voice, squirming around a little on my thigh.

"No, you are not too big for what I have in mind," I say suggestively and I rub my hand over the front of him. He shrinks back from my touch, but there is nowhere for him to go.

"That doesn't hurt, does it?" I encourage him to admit, as I continue to touch him on his chest and back. He doesn't answer, but I can see it on his face, that he accepts what I say is true.

"Now I am going to take your shirt off. Cause, if I give you money, I am going to want to take your shirt off." I pull up on the bottom of his shirt and he has no choice but to let me pull it off over his head. He crosses his arms over his skinny bare chest, looking uncomfortable.

"You have a nice long upper body, put your arms down and let me see your chest," I compliment. I pull his arms away and he drops them to his side. He is very unhappy, and I suspect it won't be long before he cries. There is no getting around it.

"You may not think so right now, but having someone touch you can feel nice. Just relax and let me make it feel good," I say soothingly. I finger his nipple and rub my hands down his arms. I make as much contact with his back and chest as I can, to let him know that it doesn't have to hurt.

Michael comes by, looking down at Jeremy critically. "This the new boy? You need to clean him up." He reaches in and pulls on Jeremy's nipple, stretching it out enough that Jeremy shows the pain on his face. He releases the pressure, but continues to hold on to it.

It is a version of good cop, bad cop. When someone else is mean, it makes me seem kind in comparison. Michael will intervene periodically to reinforce the lesson.

"Get him a haircut. He looks like a sheep dog," Michael comments before moving off into the room.

I rub the nipple Michael pulled on, soothing the ache. "Now Jeremy, I am going to take your pants off," I warn him. "If I pay you money, I will want to take your pants off too."

"No," he whines. He chokes back some tears while I reach in and unfasten his pants.

Standing him up enough to pull the pants down over his butt, I make sure to keep him between my legs. If he gets away from me now, it will be embarrassing to have to chase him down. I pull the pants down his smooth skinny legs and off over his feet. The clothes are raggedy and dirty; he won't be getting them back anyway.

"This isn't going to hurt," I assure him as I rub my hands over the front of his underwear. I hunt around, feeling for his penis. When I find the little lump, I stroke it with my fingers. He begins to sob quietly. "Am I hurting you? Why are you crying?"

"No," he sobs. "You aren't supposed to touch me there."

"Why not?" I ask, countering his child logic. "I paid you money so I can touch you there. That is why you get money, so I can touch you and do things to you."

"I don't want to," he whines.

"Remember what I told you? Sometimes you have to do things you don't like, but you do them anyway. I am going to touch you and do things to you, and you are going to let me."

And then he cries. I keep feeling him up anyway. I know he isn't really hurt; it just takes time to get past all the indoctrination we grow up with. You shouldn't touch yourself. You certainly should never let anyone else touch you. It is the first silly notion we need to get rid of.

"Jeremy, you can cry if you want to, but I know that I am not hurting you. There is really no reason for you to cry," I gently admonish him. "I am going to pull your underwear down now, so everyone can see your penis."

Of course, that makes him cry harder. Getting naked in public for the first time is always difficult. I pull down the grungy underwear. He won't be wearing these again either. He is circumcised, as I expected him to be. I keep an arm around him so he can't run off, but keep him standing. Massaging his penis and balls with one hand, I make him lean back against me.

A couple of other boys in the room come over to look him over. I remove my hand, so they can see all of him.

"Jeremy, this is Mikey. Mikey stays in our dorm too," I introduce him to the cute tween.

Jeremy doesn't say anything, but chokes back the crying. Mikey smiles at the younger boy and reaches in to finger his penis.

"Nice to meet you Jeremy," Mikey grins. "Now I won't be the youngest boy in the dorm anymore."

In spite of himself, Jeremy's little dink is getting harder, standing out on its own. It is a good sign.

"Mikey, why don't you teach Jeremy how to kiss," I suggest.

While Mikey kept the boy busy, I stood up and slipped out of my clothes. With Mikey trying to get the kid to do more than just press their lips together, I pull him back against me so we are skin to skin. I play with his dink some more, letting him get used to the feel of it. I can tell Mikey isn't going to get much further, he is being too nice. Turning the boy towards me, I kiss him hard and force my tongue into his mouth. He gags a little at the unexpected intrusion. I let him breath for a moment, before I do it again. This time he lets my tongue find his. He pulls back and I let him. We will return to this lesson later.

"Mikey, show Jeremy how to give a blow job," I suggest. "Pay attention Jeremy, because it will be your turn next."

Mikey drops to his knees and licks the kid's hard-on like it is a lolly. I keep his back and butt tight against me while I play with his nipples. The light pulling and pinching, combined with Mikey's licking and sucking, has the kid going. He grinds himself back against me, forgetting all about crying for the moment. I know Mikey is a good cocksucker and I let him make the kid feel good for a long time. I have to stop him though, before he makes the kid orgasm. I want him kept as horny as he can possibly get.

"That felt good didn't it, Jeremy," I emphasize again that some things can feel good. "Now I want you to get on your knees and do to me what Mikey did to you."

Mikey helps me turn the kid around and force him down on his knees. He just stays there, not even trying to do anything.

"Come on Jeremy, you know what Mikey did," I prompt.

"I don't want to," Jeremy insists. "Take me back, I don't want to stay here anymore."

"Too late for that," I counter. "I know this seems strange, but you will get used to it. Now at least try to do what Mikey did."

"The boy giving you a hard time?" Michael asks, purposefully coming by to check on us.

"Yeah, I'm afraid so."

I hate turning him over to Michael, but if we are going to get anywhere, he needs to learn his lessons early. Michael grabs his chin and pulls his face around as he unzips and pulls out his cock.

"Suck it boy, or I will make you suck it," Michael growls. He slaps the kid across the face once, enough to get his attention and let him know he means business.

Jeremy puts his mouth over the end of the cock dangling in front of his face. He just keeps it in his mouth without sucking on it. Michael fucks his face, getting just enough movement going for his cock to get hard. He holds his hand on the back of Jeremy's head so the kid can't move away from him.

"Damn, watch your teeth boy," Michael instructs, letting the kid know he will slap him again if he isn't more careful.

Michael takes longer strokes, still fucking his mouth rather than letting the kid suck him. He pushes in deep enough the kid chokes around his cock before he pulls back out.

"Now suck his cock or I am going to fuck your mouth again," Michael threatens, forcing the kid's mouth against the head of my soft cock.

He gets the message. He hesitantly licks the head and then slides his mouth all the way over the head and part of the shaft. So far, he is being careful about his teeth and it feels good. I slide myself in a little farther and he takes it.

"That feels really good, Jeremy," I encourage. "Keep going."

He did a decent job at sucking, before I pulled out. The idea is for him to get practice, not for me to get off.

"That is enough for now. Let's get you cleaned up."

I pull him with me into the nearest shower room. Since we are both naked already, all I have to do is turn on the shower. As soon as the water is warm, I push him into the spray. Getting the soap lathered up with my hands, I apply it all over. He could have soaped himself, but I want to reinforce the lesson that I can touch him all over his body. He doesn't try to pull away from me.

"Now that we have you clean outside, we need to clean you out inside," I tell him, trying to prepare him for what will happen next.

Taking down the enema bag that usually hangs near the shower entrance, I fill it with warm water and some solution. When everything is ready, I make him get down on the shower floor on his hands and knees with his butt up in the air. His legs are shaking and he seems about to cry again. He might have given me a hard time, but Michael came by and looked into the shower. That's all it took to get his cooperation back.

I put some lubricant on my fingers and feel for his hole. I get some lubricant inside of him by pushing a finger through his sphincter and wiping it around the muscle ring. I penetrate him a couple of times to get him lubed up good before inserting the enema tube. Squeezing the enema bag gently, the liquid flows into him as I stroke his abdomen. When most of the bag is empty and his abdomen feels tight, I pull out the tube.

"Hold it in as long as you can," I instruct him. "When you can't hold it any longer, go ahead and let it out." He looks at me, a mix of anger and embarrassment. "You need to do this every time you get a job assigned," I add. "It is just something we have to do."

He let go and a stream of dirty water goes down the drain. I lube my fingers again and push through his sphincter. This time I don't pull out right away. I push in a little deeper and feel for his prostate. He turns to look at me, puzzled by the feel of what my finger is doing inside of him. I pull out, lube up and put my finger back in again. Reinforcement that some things feel good. After letting him enjoy the feel of a prostate massage, I insert the enema tube again and finish flushing him out.

Next, is a much-needed haircut. His hair is shaggy and matted in spots. Michael comes by again and we discuss what hairstyle will look best on Jeremy. Given the condition of his hair, we agree something short will be best. With my clippers, I do a taper cut around the sides. The top is kept longer but still short enough he won't have to comb it much. For the front, we do a little product and back brush it. It gives him a cute preppy little boy look. When he catches his reflection in the mirror, he does a double take.

Now that he is cleaned up, I bring him back into the common room with me. The boys who are hanging out, compliment him on his new look. It almost got a smile out of him. I am glad to see him feeling better, because what comes next will be the hard part.

"Let's continue where we left off," I say as I stop him in front of the fireplace. "Remember I said when you get paid, you need to let them do things to you? Well, I am going to do things to you like that now."

This is the part of the initiation the boys like to watch, and several of them make a point of sitting close by, where they have a good view. Jeremy looks at them apprehensively, but he is learning not to resist.

I let him watch me get a small bottle of lube out of my pocket and put some on my fingers. I apply some to his penis. Of course, it feels good, but he doesn't like the other boys watching me play with him. He tries to cover himself with his hand, but I knock it aside. Massaging and pulling on his penis and balls, I wait for him to get hard.

Michael comes through again and Jeremy visibly recoils from him. The bad cop act is working almost too well. With Jeremy watching me, I lube my fingers and reach behind him to work some into his ass again. This time I work at stretching out his sphincter as well as getting some lube up inside of him. He whimpers a little at the rougher treatment.

As I work, Michael begins to take off his clothes. He makes sure Jeremy can watch him and at least suspect what is coming. Being the oldest, Michael is physically bigger than the rest of us and even boasts some chest hair. He sits in the chair I vacated earlier and gestures for Jeremy to come to him. Obviously, Jeremy doesn't want to, but he isn't about to chance disobeying Michael again.

When he gets close enough, Michael lifts him up to straddle his lap facing him. We all watch as he works his thick cock up under Jeremy's butt cheeks. The pressure of the boy's weight forces him down on top of the cock under him, but it still doesn't go in. Michael works it around, trying to get the head of his cock inside the tight sphincter ring of the virgin ass. He is patient, adjusting his cock with one hand and positioning the boy over it with the other. When his cock head finally begins to force its way in, Jeremy makes noises. The more the cock under him stretches his asshole, the louder he gets. Michael ignores the noise and concentrates on getting himself fully inside the tight butt. From behind, I can see his fat cock splitting the kid's butt cheeks.

"Try to relax Jeremy, when you tighten up it hurts more," I advise. "Take deep breaths and loosen up."

I know my advice will be ignored. The first time is always tough, something you remember for the rest of your life. Telling a kid to relax while a thick pole is being shoved up your burning ass seems ridiculous even to me, but what else can you do? Michael is in now, and the burning sensation will subside in time.

When the boy is about halfway down his pole, Michael stops to let him adjust. Now that he is technically no longer a virgin, the other boys in the room can join in if they want. I hold Jeremy against my body so he is leaning away from Michael. The angle forces him down harder on the cock under him as well as exposing the front of his body. Declan gets in close enough to suck his penis. Mikey tries to get his tongue back in his mouth in spite of his protests. Then, Michael begins to fuck him for real. He takes it because he has no choice. It is take it here and now, or take it back on the street. His moaning is pain, humiliation and crying; all mixed together. This is the crucible, the fire that burns away a boy's naiveté and forms the infallible core it requires to survive as a street kid. The cock violating his body represents all the human indignities he has endured. The hunger in his belly, the cold nights, the shame of being dirty and the humiliation of begging or sucking cock for money.

Michael is frustrated that he can't get into him hard enough. Picking him up, he carries him over to the pool table and lays him down on it. Getting up behind him, he holds a leg up while he works his cock back into his ass. This position works better for everyone and Declan goes back to sucking his cock while he is being fucked. Mikey gives up on kissing and has his cock out, forcing it into his mouth. Everything is going quite well. I watch Michael fuck him hard, getting inside of him all the way now. The kid's dink is kept erect by Declan, even though he is getting fucked. Mikey pins his hands down so he can't interfere while he fucks his mouth. Some of the other boys gather around, waiting their turn. Michael finishes up and cums in his ass before he pulls out.

As he is getting down off the table, Johnny, an athletic fifteen-year-old, pulls off his clothes and takes his place. Once he has himself on the table, he fists his cock and tries to stuff it into the kid's hole. It is still tight enough that Johnny can't get his partially erect cock inside of him. To help out, I lube up a dildo and give it to him. Grabbing a leg, I hold it out wide. Declan stops sucking him and holds out his other leg. Now he is on his back, with his legs spread wide enough that Johnny can get the dildo into his exposed asshole. As he gets the rubber cock into him and begins to fuck him, Mikey backs off, letting the kid cry and squirm. He tries to drag himself away with his hands, but he can't get far with us holding his legs. It is a tough lesson for a nine-year-old. Life sometimes fucks you in the ass and you just have to take it. It is no use trying to make it easy on him, he will find out sooner or later. For street kids, life rapes you and leaves you bleeding. Learn the lesson now or suffer the consequences later.

Johnny fucks him with the dildo for a long time, before deciding he is ready for the real thing. Johnny is a good guy. A nice-looking dude, who stays in the dorm across from ours. As a rule, Johnny isn't a mean kid, just a horny teenager. Let's face it, with a dozen boys in the house, and all of them getting morning wood every single day, a horny teenager is not a rare thing! Getting off with something other than your own hand, is always a welcome change of pace. The penetration goes better after the dildo and with Jeremy flat on his back with his legs up, Johnny is able to go deep. After Johnny, there are more boys lined up, ready able and willing. Each one gets inside the boy and leaves a part of themselves behind.

Jeremy goes quiet, letting himself be fucked without the noise or trying to escape. What is going on inside of his little mind right now as another boy slides in and out of him? Did he just take the leap from being a little boy to being a little man? I wish I had recorded this, the cock pumping in and out of him, the moment he suddenly knows inside, he can survive anything.

When this boy finishes up, squirting another load up inside of him, it is time for the moment of decision. Declan helps me get him back on his feet. He acts tired, the crying and emotions of the last couple of hours physically draining him of energy. I bring him back over in front of the fireplace and sit him in the chair where it all started.

"We are almost finished, Jeremy," I say, trying to get his attention. "You got balls, man. There is just one more thing for you to do, and it must be your decision. You must choose to be with us, no one is going to force you or do it for you. Do you understand?"

He looks at me hard. It isn't the same look in his eye as when we started. Kids coast along, assuming someone is going to look out for them. Someone else will keep them safe. Jeremy realizes now, that isn't necessarily so. The intelligence behind those eyes tells me, he is ready to make his own decisions from now on.

"The last thing you have to do before you belong, is ask me to fuck you," I explain. "Once you do that, you belong to our family. You live here with us, eat with us, work with us, belong to us just like every other boy here. You choose to be with us and you have a dozen brothers who are all on your side. Or, we take you back to your box and you take your chances on the street. I know it's hard. After what you have just been through, you want to curl up and go to sleep, to make it all go away. We have to know that you are willing to do what it takes, because we all rely on each other here. Do you have what it takes Jeremy? Do you want to be one of us?"

He blinks; his eyes still filmy with unshed tears. After a while, he looks around the room, the other boys hang back, waiting to hear the decision. Will he stay? It is purposefully a difficult thing to do. A sacrifice on his part, because nothing comes for free. At least not for us.

"What's your name?" Jeremy asks, turning back to face me. He stands up straighter, his little button of a penis sticking out defiantly.

"Danny," I answer, amused at the little tike's new attitude.

"Okay, you can fuck me, Danny," he says clearly.

A little boy sitting naked in front of a room full of other kids, determined, defiant, brave. No little boy whining anymore. Needing to belong, he is willing to pay the price. Not for a free ride or to be taken care of, but to earn his own place.

"Please," I prompt.

"Fuck me, please," he parrots back.

I grin at him, and get back a tired little smile. Grabbing him in a bear hug, I lift him off his feet and swing him around. The rest of the boys crowd around now, touching him and all talking at once. I let him have his moment of adoration. It needs to hold him in good stead for years to come. I remember my own initiation. The feeling of relief, of belonging, of hope. Our coin in this world is our bodies, sometimes our only coin. We have to be ready to spend it judiciously.

I take him over to the rag bag, the room where we keep extra clothes. With a dozen boys between five and eighteen, we are always in need of clothes. Some thrift shops give us good stuff cheap and a couple of churches let us browse their donated clothes. Shoes are always the hardest to find and as soon as we scrape together some bread, it is one of the first things a boy will buy for himself.

When we are both dressed again, I take him by the kitchen and explain how meals work and self-serve within reason. I give him a couple of pain killers with a glass of juice. He is going to feel some tenderness in his ass for a few days.

"We can spend some time down in the common room," I suggest, "or, we can go to bed a little early. Don't forget we haven't done what you asked for yet."

The kid swallows hard, but meets my eye. "I'm ready."

Back in the dorm, Declan is sprawled on his bed with his laptop. The monastery has good wireless and Internet access. Totally awesome! Something they didn't have before, at grandpa's cabin.

"Tomorrow, I will take you over to the school. They will get you setup with your own laptop. You have to go to school every day, no matter what. After that you will go with me to my job assignment. Kapeesh?"

The kid nods, looking at Declan nervously. I sit down on my bed and watch the new boy. He will be sleeping with me for the next week or so. It is part of the initiation routine. New boys need lots of touching and attention. It keeps them from getting depressed, I guess. In the old house, if you were lucky enough to get a spot on one of the beds, you had to share it. Sleeping alone is a privilege, one I prefer not to give up. Maybe after the kid is no longer a newbie, I will be able to sleep alone again. For now, I am prepared to share everything, including my bed.

Taking off my clothes, I stretch out on top of the covers. Me and Declan often hire out as strippers. We do bachelorette parties, gay birthdays, sorority parties, that sort of thing. If you are going to be a stripper, you cannot afford to let getting nakie be a big deal. When I do the policeman routine, Declan is always my prisoner. We look enough alike that people notice the resemblance and get off on it. We never admit publicly we are brothers though. Funny, no one ever asks our age.

I slap the bed next to me and the kid comes over and sits down on the edge of the bed.

"Don't let Declan bother you," I advise. "We are all boys here. Declan, take your clothes off so Jeremy doesn't feel weird."

Declan glances up at me and then obediently strips down. I know I am prejudiced, but for an eleven-year-old, Declan is a nice-looking kid. He's got some shoulders that make him look like more than just skinny. It all slims down until I can practically put my hands around his waist. Girls, in particular, think his equipment is big for his age. He has a cute little butt and I enjoy playing with it whenever a job calls for it.

Declan goes back to working with his laptop, not paying any attention to Jeremy. The kid finally begins to take off his clothes. He is skinny, but I figure regular eating will put some meat on his bones eventually. Now that he is clean, the overall appearance is cute enough. His best features are his hair and his ass. Guess which one I am going to use?

When he is finally naked, I pull him down beside me so his head is resting on my shoulder and our bodies are touching. I touch him all over, taking my time until he begins to relax. Now that he is cleaned up and the new boy shine has worn off a little, he feels nice. No doubt, he will be popular once we find him a specialty.

Everyone has at least one specialty. Me and Declan do stripper routines. Michael does massages and usually more. Johnny is a model and a porn actor, because he has the looks for it. Because he is young, I would guess Jan will want Jeremy for his kid movies. Jan is an owner and producer at Kinderen, the studio that makes child porn.

While I am day dreaming, the kid surprises me by scooting down and sucking on my soft cock. It feels nice and I give myself over to the feeling. I run my fingers through his hair and stroke his back while he works his tongue around my cock head. I notice Declan watching me get hard. There are advantages to training the newbies.

"Hey Jeremy, I know what it is like to be the new guy," Declan says sympathetically. "Why don't you come over here and I will let you feel what it is like to be on top for a change."

Jeremy looks over at him suspiciously. "Go on," I prod, "trust me, you won't get a better offer."

"Get up on the bed on your knees. Yeah, like that. Okay, let me put some lube on you and get you a little harder. How does that feel? Now, scoot a little closer and I will let you put your dink in my butt. Harder, you have to push it in harder. That's it. All the way in. You feel that? Hmm, yeah, I can feel you in there. Now, fuck me."

The kid has such a look of concentration on his face, it is almost funny. The view, however, is nothing but hot. The sight of that little boy's back and butt, cute. His pounding Declan's cute ass, classic. For his first time, he did good. Of course, I have been edging him all day so I don't expect him to last long. I don't know if he spurted probably not or if it was dry, but he certainly got a good orgasm out of it. Declan gives him a nice big kiss before sending him back over to me.

I get him under the covers next to me. He is tuckered and ready to conk out for the night. While he rests, I lube my cock up. I still have to finish it, and I admit to myself, after watching him with Declan, I want him. I pull back the covers so that Declan can watch. We like to share things like this. I position the kid's leg so that I can get into him from behind. As my cock spreads his sphincter, he makes an oomph sound, but that is all. I move around a little inside his nice warm hole, but I don't fuck him. I don't want a quick fuck; I want it to last all night. Moving around a little at a time, I can keep myself hard most of the night. By morning his ass will be fully adjusted to my pole in there. I pull him back against me in my arms as I grind my cock around inside of him. Sweet dreams, kid.

Chapter Two
Oh, Danny boy

"What do you want, commander?" grandpa demands from his rocker at the far edge of the porch.

The porch on the main floor of the monastery extends around all four sides so you can always find a spot with the perfect amount of sun any time of day. It is also big enough that a conversation on the edge of the porch is at least somewhat private from anyone in the house proper.

Grandpa is just a retiree who spends his social security check helping out homeless boys. I have never known him to sleep or diddle with one of us, even though he has collected a couple of dozen boys or so over the years. He walks with a cane and I suspect he has emphysema from hearing him wheeze and cough. He is a grumpy old sourpuss, but he is our grumpy old sourpuss.

The commander created this place, a haven where he and other like-minded families can raise their kids however they see fit. He is the one who found out about grandpa and his gang of boys, scratching out a living making porn and selling their bodies on the street. The community offered them board and room if grandpa promised to put all the boys in their private school. It is the boys, who insisted they earn their keep as houseboys. We are not kept. We owe no one. We earn our own way.

"Just checking to see how things are going," the commander counters, "you got everything you need?"

"I need a new leg and a million dollars," he growls, "not likely to get either."

Me and Declan have been assigned to the commander for the last three months or so. Usually, the houseboy assignments are rotated every month, but the commander requested us special. Other than school, I spend most of my time following him around or doing the chores he assigns. Standing behind the two men, I am definitely a third wheel, but unsure of what my duties are right this moment.

"I want to ask you some security questions," the commander says, ignoring the old man's chronic complaints.

"I figured you would get around to that," grandpa acknowledges, his attention on the expansive mountain view.

The commander takes a nearby rocker without waiting for an invitation to sit. "I need to know who I can trust." the commander ventures hesitantly. "I thought you might be the best person to ask."

Grandpa hawks up a glob and spits it over the railing, "You got the best source there is already," he advises. "You just don't know it yet." I guessed he must be referring to me.

"You trust Danny?" he asks, as though I am not standing within earshot.

"Somethin' happens to me, Michael will be the one to take over," he states succinctly, "he's got the head for it. But Danny has the heart. He knows what these boys feel, what they need. I trust Danny with their souls."

"Good to know," the commander says nodding. "I'm looking for a new cook. Who does your cooking?" he asks, changing the subject abruptly.

Grandpa laughs, ending with clearing his throat loudly. "You think I'm going to tell you so you can steal him away? You already got two houseboys, why don't you use them?"

"I got other ideas for Danny and Declan is young to put that kind of responsibility on," he said thoughtfully. "Since Mary had the baby, she has been too busy to come back to run the house. Everything I make seems to turn out to be a dessert. We will all have diabetes if I keep cooking. Anders has sent over some dishes, but everything he makes is French. My arteries are clogging up from just heating the stuff up. I need somebody who can cook plain simple food."

"Like I said, you already got two houseboys. If you are not going to use them, we can send you somebody else."

"I want Danny to be my executive assistant," the commander said, jolting me to attention. "He will hear things, and I need to know that I can trust him." What the fuck is this? Their conversation is like a sword fight. They are purposely trying to keep each other, and me, off balance.

"Mebbe you should ask him," grandpa retorts dismissively. They both turn and stare at me.

"Yes sir. I mean, of course, you can trust me. I can keep secrets," I blubber. "And, Declan can cook some things, he has done it before. We been on our own. Anything he don't know how to make, he can learn. Declan's smart."

Getting me and my brother attached to the commander is a gift from whatever gods you believe in. The commander is the founder, chief honcho, the boss, the big cheese! You can't get any higher up the food chain than that! Whatever opportunities there are in this place, the best place to exploit them will be at the commander's side. We have to make this work.

"The first secret for you to keep, is this conversation," the commander says, looking at me critically. "Grandpa, I want your permission for constant computer surveillance of the monastery. We don't have much background on all your boys and I suspect there will always be some coming and going. To ensure the community safety, we need to monitor them more closely."

Every house is tied into an AI powered digital assistant simply called, Computer. There are cameras, microphones, speakers and wall screens in most of the rooms throughout the house. Use of the house assistant is limited to the authorized residents in the house itself, but permission can be granted to allow the system administrator access.

"I am sure you expect me to throw a fit about it," he said, unusually calm. "You people think of my boys like pet dogs. Throw them a bone or two and they will lick your hand. You should be thinking of them like wild dogs, even if you feed them, they might still bite you." He sighs. "It is almost cruel to bring my boys here and let them be with these kids who have it all. Parents, contacts, money, a future. Most of my boys won't even make it to community college."

"I think we can do better for them than that," the commander counters, "but I take your meaning."

"My boys think different than these spoiled brats around here," he argues, working himself up into a full-blown fit. "They are always looking for the angle, the edge. Don't take me wrong. Some of my boys learn to trust, but it takes time, lots of time. There are some here that would throw you under the bus and then run it back and forth a dozen times, if it is to their advantage. I don't even apologize for it. It is how they learned to survive. Your little princesses never had to do that."

I expect the commander to be offended. Us boys, we all know when to let grandpa vent off steam. All that talk about rich parents and spoiled kids sounds rather ungrateful. I want to tell the commander to not take it personal, but I guess I didn't need to after all. He listens intently, even nodding in agreement at times.

"That drive to survive may be just the thing to make them exceptional, if they have the potential," the commander tempts, but leaves it open to interpretation, without making any promises.

Grandpa nods respectfully. "I reckon we understand each other."

"I reckon we do."

My first task is to round up Declan and help him get setup for his new job as chief cook and bottle washer at the main lodge. The commander says he wants simple plain food. We go to Anders, the French chef, for some suggestions. In spite of the commander's comments about him only cooking French food, he is very helpful and by the time we leave him, we have a solid list of basic things to prepare in advance like rice, beans, vegetables and fruit. Out of those basic ingredients we have a notebook of recipes to make things like stir fry, wraps, soups and casseroles. Declan is excited by the challenge and the responsibility. He is also smart enough to know what a coup it is to be assigned permanently to the commander at the main lodge.

Next, I am introduced to the commander's son, David, to learn the numerous tasks he has been handling for his dad. David is going to be working on getting his required basic college credits in preparation for applying to a prestigious technical college, so he will be handing off some of the work he has been doing. The guy is a year younger than me and is already prepping for college. In comparison, I hope to graduate high school next year, but I know I am behind in my studies.

I learn to work on the computer in the control room to setup vehicle and guest registrations. The control room is underground, it houses the main network and AI system computers. The compound security requires every vehicle to be registered and every guest to have a guest transponder badge. Every resident has a chip transponder, either embedded in their body somewhere or in a watch or something they carry all the time. I am just starting to find out how much work there is to keeping the exclusive gated community running.

"Good job today, Danny," the commander compliments, as he comes into the control room. "Once David has shown you the tasks he has been doing, it will be your responsibility to perform them from now on."

"Yes sir," I acknowledge.

"Any time you don't have an assignment, I hope you will take the time to work on your school studies. I look forward to seeing you graduate next year," he challenges. "Since Declan is cooking tonight, I assume you will be joining us for dinner?"

"Yes sir, if you don't mind. I am in charge of a new boy too. Declan has been keeping him busy in the kitchen."

"Of course, he is welcome too. After that, you can call it a night."

"Are you sure, sir," I question suggestively. "There isn't anything else I can do for you?"

He looks at me curiously. "Danny, if we are going to work together, I would like to know that we can speak to each other openly. Tell me what it is you are hinting at."

"I don't mean to be presumptuous, sir," I stutter. "I just want you to know, if you need some night time service, me and Declan are always available."

"Ahh," the commander murmurs and then pauses to think a moment. "With your new duties, I don't want you or Declan to feel obligated to provide sexual services. I value the effort the two of you are making and there are no further job requirements."

"We wouldn't feel obligated," I quickly assure him.

He looks at me curiously. "I know you and Declan have been assigned escort and stripper jobs. Do you like to be fucked, or is it just a job?" he asks.

"No one has ever asked me that," I said thoughtfully. "I usually get told to fuck someone or to have someone fuck me. Doesn't matter if I like it or not." I thought about it some more. "I like it sometimes. Depends on my mood and who is doing the fucking, I guess."

"Since my adopted son Jason came back from military school, David has been bunking with his half-brother for some brother time. Liam is sleeping with me, but his activities are restricted until after his adoption is final." the commander sighs. "It has caused some sexual frustration."

"Would you like us to sleep over?" I ask hopefully. "I don't know your preference, sir. We could both stay, or if you prefer younger boys, just Declan can stay."

"I see," he said quietly. "Both of you or Declan, not just you."

Now I have embarrassed myself. "Of course, it is your choice, just most times, they want Declan over me."

"Oh, you must be deformed or something," he dead-pans. "Gross feet? A venereal disease? A severe case of Peyronie's [pay-roe-NEEZ]?"

"I don't think so." I don't know what Peyronie's is, but I don't think I have it.

The commander laughs and I feel my face get hot. "I apologize, just my warped sense of humor," he teases. "In case you want to know, Peyronie's is severe curvature of the penis." He pauses before saying, "Stay. I would like for you to stay, if you want to."

Dinner is torture. Declan makes his fallback, mac and cheese. I wait for the commander to scold him for making something so simplistic and unhealthy. It doesn't happen. He goes out of his way to thank Declan and his helper, Jeremy, and to inquire if Declan has everything he needs.

Now that I have offered myself to the commander, I am a nervous wreck about sleeping over. Taking Declan aside, I instruct him on taking care of Jeremy for the evening. I also have to rush back to the dorm to get prepared. I even dress up, although it is certain I won't be wearing clothes for very long.

When I arrive back at the lodge, the commander and his boys are all together in the great room.

"Danny, is that you?" the commander calls out as I close the door behind me. "Get yourself a drink from the kitchen and join us."

There is a pitcher of something on the counter and I pour myself a glass. The commander is sitting in his usual chair next to the fireplace with Liam. I learned that Liam is the seven-year-old the commander is in the process of adopting. His sons, David and Jason, are sharing the sofa. Jason recently returned from a military academy. He is only a year older than Declan, but looks and acts very mature for his age. David is a younger copy of his father. The guy is handsome, muscular and smart. He intimidates the hell out of me.

"Danny is going to be my new executive assistant," the commander explains to his sons as I claim a chair on the other side of the fireplace, across from him.

"Is he your executive assistant, or your personal assistant?" David asks sarcastically. "I thought the houseboy was supposed to be for all of us, not just you."

"Danny is already taking over some of your duties," the commander reasons, "and Declan is making meals for all of us."

"Is he taking over my duties in bed too?" David asks. "If he is, maybe we should try him out first, make sure he is up to the task."

"David, you are being rude," the commander chastises his son. "I have excused the boys from any obligation to provide sexual services."

"Except to you," David argues. "Why doesn't he show us what he has to offer, maybe we will want to fuck it too."

"David! If you are going to be an asshole, maybe he should be fucking you?" the commander says sternly.

"Danny, I don't think we have met officially. I am Jason. Let's go see if there is anything to munch on," Jason says getting up from the sofa and motioning me to follow. "I don't think we need to be in the middle of this family discussion."

I follow Jason into the kitchen where we settle at the breakfast nook with a bowl of Liam's animal crackers. We can still hear the argument going on in the great room.

"Sorry you had to hear that," Jason says apologetically. "David is a little jealous of you."

"Jealous of me?" I say incredulously. "Why would he be jealous of me? I am only here because he is bunking with you and the commander wanted some company."

"Jealousy doesn't need to be logical," Jason replies, munching on a cracker. "These things taste like cardboard. You think kids actually like the taste of them, or do they just like them because they are shaped like animals?"

"I don't mean to cause trouble," I said regretfully, ignoring his comments about the crackers.

"You can fix it, if you want to," Jason adds mysteriously.

"I can?" I ask, willing to do anything to be in the commander's good graces. "What can I do?"

He gives me a full-blown strategic plan without hesitation. What to do, what to say and what to expect. I have to keep reminding myself this kid is around the same age as my brother. He seems to be twelve but going on thirty. When we arrive back in the great room, the commander and David are still going at it.

"Living a privileged lifestyle seems to have turned you into a spoiled brat," the commander accuses loudly.

"Privileged! I have worked for everything. No one gave me a free ride," David yells back.

"You have never had to hustle your ass on the street like some of these boys," the commander reminds David. "I have tried to provide you with every opportunity."

"Maybe they want to hustle their ass on the street," David accuses. "That boy seems to want you to fuck his ass bad enough."

Jason leads me over to his side of the sofa, as I turn crimson. I try to remember what he said about David being jealous and to not take his comment personally. He begins unbuttoning my dress shirt while he leans in to let me kiss him. As we make out, I pay more attention to Jason than to the argument. He is a good kisser and I like the taste of his tongue in my mouth.

"My bed is always open to you," the commander continues, "it is your choice to use it or not."

"It seems rather crowded lately," David whines, "what with the new boy toy and now your personal fuck stud."

Jason has my shirt open and switches from kissing to nibbling on my nipple. Both Declan and I have large dark areolas and sensitive nubs, it seems to be an inherited trait. He licks the entire mounded pec muscle before biting down and stretching out the nipple. It makes me cry out and arch my back against the sofa. The argument stops abruptly as all the attention shifts to what Jason is doing to me.

He changes sides and gnaws on the other nipple, causing me to make more noise. Pushing the shirt off my shoulders, he helps me bare my upper body before pushing me down on the sofa. By design, my head lands in David's lap as Jason paws at my belt and pants.

Jason said if he paid attention to me, David would want to do the same. His brother is compulsively competitive, so anything Jason has or does is immediately of interest to his older half-brother. In no time at all I feel David's hands on me. Reaching up, I caress his arms, biceps and chest muscle. Jason instructed me to appeal to his vanity. David won't be able to resist some muscle worship. When I squeeze the hard muscle of his pec, he whips off his shirt giving me direct skin access to his hard-won muscular chest. Jason succeeds in dragging off my pants and I laid naked between the two brothers. My blond accomplice climbs my body engaging his brother in a tonsil cleansing kiss over the top of me, giving me a chance to escape from between them. As planned, I position myself behind David as Jason engages with him. Working his pants open, Jason helps me get our victim undressed. Rising up on his knees, Jason pulls David up with him. That gives me access to David's back and I slide in behind him, holding him against me.

Jason switches from his brother's mouth to his cock, knowing it will keep him in place while I execute the next phase of the plan. According to his observant younger brother, David cannot resist good ass play. By stimulating both his anal opening and prostate, eventually David will look for a stiff rod to impale himself on. Assuming I can provide said stiff rod, David will welcome my intrusion. It will be difficult for him to object to services I might provide his father, if he is already enjoying said services. With any luck at all, he may even welcome those same services again in the future.

The jobs I perform as a stripper or escort are generally for older men or women. Some are pleasant enough MILF's [Mom I'd Like to Fuck] or DILF's [Dad I'd Like to Fuck], but almost never someone younger or as handsome as David. I enjoy touching him, as I massage a stimulating gel Jason provided, around his sphincter. Jason cautioned me to be patient. Being too aggressive would turn David off. He needed to be teased until he wanted, needed, to be fucked. Fortunately, I have plenty of practice finding a boy's prostate. Once I have the entrance thoroughly stimulated and loosened up, I am able to carefully work a finger up inside his rectum to massage that mystical pleasure center at the base of the urethra.

I can feel him pushing back against the finger inside of him while Jason continues to edge him with his mouth. Stimulating him both front and back could cause him to orgasm, but Jason is careful not to let that happen. While we work him toward our goal of my cock inside his ass, I look over at the commander. He has Liam naked in his lap, both of them watching the show. The boy's little cocklet is fully extended as the commander strokes it. I hold the commander's gaze and realize he understands exactly what we are doing. He nods slightly, giving his approval of our seduction of his eldest son.

Just as Jason predicted, David shows the telltale signs that he wants me to fuck him. He leans over Jason, opening his ass to me by spreading his legs further apart. Jason is under him, alternating sucking his cock and balls. I slip my hard cock up into him without resistance. He groans and rears upright giving me the opportunity to reach around and grip his pecs, squeezing us together. Held tight, he moves with me, grinding us together, using the hard flesh of my cock to massage his insides. It feels wonderful, but this isn't about me getting off, it is all about him. I need to get to the commander, but I have to go through his son to get there. So, I hold on, not allowing myself release, waiting on David's pleasure.

Jason ends his oral attention prematurely, rising up on his knees to join the rest of us. He kisses his brother and then turns his attention to me. I am concerned that he has not caused David to shoot his load, but I should know better. No sooner did his tongue clash with mine in a congratulatory mouth-scouring kiss, than David spews copious amounts of cum all over the upholstery. I continue to hold him, breathing heavily, my cock still inside of him as he recovers from his mind-blowing orgasm. Jason grins at me as we share a private mission accomplished acknowledgement.

As the three of us separate, I notice the commander and Liam are gone. Collecting my clothes, I dress, unsure of what will happen next. David and Jason head off to the bedroom they are sharing, chatting amicably about what great sex we just had and wouldn't it be fun to do it again. Inadvertently, it left me alone in the great room. Looking around, I am overwhelmed. Six months ago, I would never believe I could be here, in a place like this, working for someone like the commander.

Pouring myself another drink, I sit in the commander's chair beside the fireplace, contemplating my place in the world and how to take advantage of it. I need to make myself indispensable, both in and out of the bedroom. David is a piece of that, but now it is time to move past him and make sure the commander feels the same way. Finishing my drink, I climb the stairs, finding the master suite all across the back of the house.

The master suite has its own fireplace and smells of sweet incense. The room is as big as our entire dorm at the monastery. An open shower, walk in closet and private lavatory on the far end; a big bed, armoire and valet on the other. Liam sits on the edge of the bed, still naked. I sit down next to him. He surprises me by putting his hand on my leg. When I look over at him, he looks back, giving me assurance with his eyes that everything will be okay. I can't help but smile and he shares it.

The commander reappears and my nerves jolt me back to reality. I am not confident I know how to play this. Should I be aggressive, shy, wait for direction, what? The commander ignores me, walking over to the side of the bed. Liam stands on the bed and proceeds to undress the commander, seemingly a nightly ritual. I like the view. The commander is athletic and handsomely masculine. Combined with the nude young boy undressing him, they are a wet dream come to life. When they finish, the commander slips under the covers, the boy at his side.

I feel awkward. Usually, my role is well defined. As a stripper, my job is to tease, selling the fantasy that my audience can have me, that I want them. As an escort, my job is to charm my companion, compliment them, make them feel good about themselves and our time together. Maybe even believe that I love them.

I decide to fall back on what I know how to do. I begin to strip, to put on a show for my audience of two. As a stripper, I am careful to groom my body, carefully displaying my best assets. I shave everything except the thick black hair on my head, which I keep cut close. I have thick black eyebrows and eyelashes and a firm jaw line. I am not near as muscular as David, but I am firm with at least the hint of a four pack. Unbuttoning my shirt, I dance to the music in my head and let the shirt frame my chest. Dropping my pants, I know I look good in the tight form fitting underwear. After showing off all the dance moves I can think of, I turn, dropping the shirt and letting them see my ass. Shaking the money maker is always a good move as I slowly pull down my underwear.

Now that I am down to my bare essentials, I am not sure where to go with it. Turning back to face the commander, I suddenly feel shy. They both clap, applauding my performance. The commander takes pity on me and pats the bed next to Liam. I crawl up on the bed, trying to make it look as sexy as possible. He throws back the covers, exposing both of them. As I lay down facing them, it is Liam who reaches out to touch my chest. Scooting over closer, he hugs me, and I hold on to him, one hand under his butt. Looking over Liam I share eye contact with the commander. He seems to be waiting to see what I will do with the little boy. As an escort, I often encounter voyeurs, men or women who like to watch me with Declan or someone else. He has already mentioned activity with Liam is restricted until the adoption is final, so it rules out fucking, but probably everything else is still on the menu.

Making some quick strategic decisions, I hold Liam down on the bed and get both his penis and balls in my mouth. The commander likes to see his little boy toy with an erection, so I quickly accomplish that with my mouth and tongue. As soon as I am sure he is hard, I move on to the commander, bringing Liam along with me. We both lick his semi erect cock, sharing him between us. He seems to be enjoying himself as we diversify our attention to other parts of his body. Liam follows my lead, copying whatever actions I take.

The ultimate goal is the commander's cock up my ass. I assume a man like the commander likes a good ass fuck, and I am determined to have him addicted to mine. A man like him has a lot to offer to a boy like me, but I only have one thing to offer him – me. His sons might enjoy an occasional intimacy with their father, but I want him to use me without restraint. To feel free to abuse me, if that is what gets him off. I am not blood; I need to be able to give him something his sons can't or won't.

When we have him erect and insatiable, he moves over on top of me, pushing my knees to my chest. This is it, the honey trap, and it needs to be good. When I feel the tip of him pushing at me, I murmur my assent. I want him inside of me and I want him to know it. He doesn't need to be careful, to worry about hurting me, he just needs to quench his lust deep inside of me.

I have learned to ignore the initial pain of someone stretching my sphincter, so when he stops part way, I arch my back, shoving myself down on his cock until his balls bounce against my ass. Concentrating on tightening my sphincter muscle, I feel him slowly pulling himself out of me as I squeeze tight. When it is just the head still inside of me, he plunges deep again and we both moan. Again, I squeeze, fighting to keep him inside of me as he pulls out again. Over and over, I feel him inside of me. I massage the length of his shaft as it slides past the tight circle of my sphincter muscle.

His cock pulses, and I recognize the precursor to an orgasm. Gripping his hips, I hold him in place, determined to prolong the pleasure for both of us. He leans in to kiss. There is passion in it, not just an expected action during sex. I kiss him back, trying to let him know, this is not just a job to me. I really want to be here, to be with him. When the kiss ends, he pulls away from me and sits up against the headboard. Damn!

"Is something wrong?" I question, getting up on my knees.

"You are too good," he accuses, "you feel like a professional. Like this is a job."

"It doesn't feel like a job to me," I counter. "I really want you to enjoy me, to be inside of me."

I straddle his lap and lower myself onto his still throbbing cock. As I grind myself down on top of him, we both moan, feeling the pressure of him so deep inside of me. He kisses me again and I try to let him know what this experience means to me.

"I don't know how to tell if you are just a good actor, or if you are feeling what I am?" he confesses, a perplexed look on his face.

"I guess you just need to trust me," I suggest. "Trust that I want to be with you."

I don't know if he believes me or not. He releases, his cock inside of me as far as it can go. The hot warmth of his ejaculation fills me up, and I stop to savor the feeling with my eyes closed.

"Are you alright?" he questions, starting to pull me off of him.

"Yes, just taking a moment to enjoy the feeling," I say, hoping he will take the hint.

He stops moving, looking at me strangely. "You really do like it," he states, as though he finally believes it himself. "Danny boy, you are an unexpected treasure. C'mon, we need to get cleaned up."

He takes me with him to the open shower. The tiled area only has one partial wall dividing it from the rest of the room. The water falls out of the ceiling like raindrops and there are body jets on the wall that massage your body with pulsing bursts of water as you lean against them. I luxuriate in front of them, the commander pressing against my back. I am no longer sure who is becoming addicted to whom.

Chapter Three
Quality is job one

"Danny, the new boy has a job tonight," grandpa calls out. "Can you go with him?"

"Do I have to?" I reply, my voice conveying my annoyance. "I am just getting accepted up at the lodge."

"Sorry to interrupt your seduction plans, but he is your responsibility," he reminds me.

"Yeah, yeah," I capitulate. "Don't pretend you don't like the idea of me getting in good with the commander."

"Yeah, yeah," he mocks me. "Just don't get to thinking you are family. They will remind you real quick of who you really are."

"It isn't like that," I object, "at least, I don't think it is."

"Careful Danny boy," grandpa cautions. "Just be careful."

"We need you to get pictures or better, video. You know, something with naked boys getting raped up the ass, that sort of thing."

"How am I supposed to get something like that? It isn't like I am sleeping with him."

"Well, maybe you need to figure out how to be sleeping with him. There is an election coming up. They want to use this as their main propaganda tool. You know, rescuing children and cleaning up pedophilia in North Carolina. Sex and kids are always a major media attention getter."

"I do this, I will have killed the golden goose. This needs to be worth my while."

"You will be well taken care of. There is a lot of money in politics. I mean, a lot of money. Oh, and the younger the kid the better. Just make sure the commander is part of it. We need him caught red handed. Understand?"

"Yeah, I got it."

"Hello Danny."

It is David. This is the third time today he has come down to the control room. He is all sweaty, still in his workout clothes. The muscle shirt accentuates the muscles in his arms and the tight lycra shorts show off his massive thighs and other things.

"Any chance we can hang out after dinner?" David asks, waggling his eyebrows comically.

"Sorry, I have to chaperone Jeremy tonight," I explain.

"Damn. How about after that?"

"Could be late. Maybe midnight," I caution.

"That's okay, surprise me."

I also made arrangements with the commander to meet up after my assignment. It is going to be a very busy night. I help Jeremy prep for his first escort job. He still doesn't have the hang of giving himself an enema to clean out his rectum in case the client wants to use it. I put some product in his hair and make sure he looks suitably young and preppy.

We arrive on time at an impressive summer residence on Beech Mountain. A lot of wealthy families use their mountain getaways only in the summer or during ski season. We are met at the door by a couple who fit the Rockwell picture of loving grandparents. They fuss over Jeremy, offering him cookies and toys.

"We didn't realize he would be accompanied by such an attractive young man," the distinguished older man compliments. "Are you here to participate or observe?"

"Your preference, of course, but my participation would be extra," I explain, "Payment up front, of course."

"Of course," he agrees, reaching for his wallet. "Here is double your original fee, and there will be a bonus if you achieve a true knot."

Jeremy is led into a playroom full of children's toys. Trucks, games, blocks; even a miniature sized basketball hoop. Jeremy takes to the room like a duck to water. The grandmother joins him, getting on her knees to watch him play.

"We had a grandson his age you know," the grandfather comments to me. "My daughter's boy. A sweet little boy. He made us very happy. We gave him everything he could want."

"I'm sorry, did he pass away?" I assume, feeling sympathy for their loss.

"He was taken from us," he said, teary eyed. "We get such pleasure from this, even if it is for just a short time."

"Time for your bath," the grandmother says to Jeremy, taking him by the hand.

I follow them into the lavatory of the master suite. They have a big tub and the woman has it filling with water already. She holds Jeremy on her lap as she undresses him. She gently caresses his skin as though she cannot get enough of him. Jeremy lets her do whatever she wants. Now that he is naked, he steps into the tub. The grandfather takes his turn, touching Jeremy everywhere, including his penis.

While the grandfather is playing with Jeremy in the tub, the grandmother removes her clothes. She climbs into the tub with Jeremy, pulling him down onto her lap. She rubs her breasts against him, encouraging him to touch her. I don't know if Jeremy has ever seen a naked woman before. He seems a little dazed, but lets the woman place his hands on her body wherever she wants them. While I am distracted, the man has also disrobed and joined his wife in the tub. She passes Jeremy over to him so he can sit on his lap while he plays with his penis.

So far Jeremy is behaving himself and things are going well. The old man has an erection and enjoys Jeremy stroking it for him. The woman likes Jeremy to touch and suck on her breasts. They in turn touch and kiss him, delighted when he gets an erection.

When bath time is over, they dry Jeremy off gently with a towel and lead him back to the toy room. The naked woman, sits on the floor with him, entertaining him with treats and toys. The man disappears, and when he returns, he is accompanied by a large black dog. Suddenly the innocent comments made earlier becomes crystal clear. Crap!

"Bruno likes to get acquainted with his partners before engaging with them," he says as Bruno looks me over.

I take off my clothes and lay them on a nearby chair. Before I can turn back around, I feel the dog's nose against my butt cheeks and then his tongue licking between them. When I face the room again, the dog licks my crotch, sniffing and licking his way under my balls and over the tip of my penis. The tongue is rough and wet, but feels kind of good. The occasional nips with his teeth are another matter.

"Let me put some of this on you," the man says, eyeing my body. "Bruno likes the taste."

He wipes a sticky gel all over my cock and balls, working his way between my legs and all up in between my butt cheeks. He even spreads some on my pecs, making sure to feel me up as he does it. The dog is getting excited, and jumps up on me, humping my leg. He returns to licking my balls as soon as he gets a fresh scent of what has been added.

"Get on your hands and knees," the man instructs. He gives the gel to the woman, who applies it to Jeremy's body.

I reluctantly get to my knees. The dog takes the opportunity to lick up and down my cock, scraping the sensitive head with his teeth, making me jump. He is being more aggressive, and it gives me an erection in spite of myself. Excitedly, the dog dances around behind me, jumping up and knocking me to all fours. He licks my ass, burrowing his nose between my butt cheeks. His tongue is so strong, he is practically fucking me with it. I have never had such a thorough rim job before.

The man leads the dog over to Jeremy where the woman has him on his back, spread eagle. The dog goes after his penis first, licking and nipping at his privates while the grandfather looks on, stroking himself. Jeremy looks scared, but he isn't crying. Crying doesn't seem like such a bad idea, just now.

The woman makes sure Jeremy's legs are spread so the dog can get to his little anus. The dog actually growls, as he burrows in to get at the gel they have pushed up inside of him. Jeremy yelps as the dog nips at his ass, licking inside his tender sphincter.

Both the man and woman are masturbating as the dog jumps excitedly between the two of us. Licking, biting and jumping on us. His erection extends, showing long and red between his legs.

"It's time," the old man says, motioning me to get on my hands and knees next to Jeremy.

The old woman, cooed to Jeremy as she positions him on his hands and knees. Spreading some lubricant on her finger, she prepped him by repeatedly penetrating him with her finger and spreading the lubricant around inside of him. The old man did the same to me. The dog rushes back and forth between us, trying to lick the lubricant they have just applied.

I feel his sharp claws on my back as he humps my ass without actually penetrating me. He goes back to licking, his tongue wet and hard against my anus before he tries again. This time the man helps to guide him and I feel the tip hitting all around my entrance. Like a jack hammer, he keeps at it, scrambling on my back with his paws. Still not successful, he switches to Jeremy, and I watch him hump against him, scratching his soft skin. The women intervenes and the dog stops humping, panting while the woman positions his erection. When he starts humping again, I assume he is actually inside of Jeremy. The boy closes his eyes and takes it while the dog jack hammers his ass.

After a few minutes, the dog pulls out and licks Jeremy's ass where his doggy penis has just been. The man encourages the dog to try me again and the dog obliges. As the dog jumps on my back, I can feel the man's fingers fumbling against my butt. It takes two more tries before I feel the penetration. It is quick and hard, the dog panting against my ear as I try to see what is going on. He is definitely inside of me now and the humping is fast and frantic. The longer he is inside of me, the bigger it feels, it is starting to hurt bad. He finally quiets, just staying inside of me and I suspect that I am knotted. If he tries to get away now, he will rip my ass wide open. It gives new relevance to the saying rip you a new asshole. I don't know a lot about it, but I have heard from other boys that if a dog knots in your ass, the base of his erection balloons up to keep the penis in place. The result is that it is a lot bigger coming out than it was going in. It is best to just wait until it goes down, if you can.

The knotting excites both the man and woman. I gather it is something difficult to achieve. Lucky me! I can feel both of their hands, feeling and probing my ass where the dog is still in there as well as stroking my cock and balls. I am embarrassed to admit, I have an erection even though Bruno is not real marriage material. I am fairly sure he has ejaculated inside me. Fortunately, I am pretty sure I can't have his puppies. When Bruno finally pulls out, I am left feeling strange about my persistent erection.

The grandparents still want to try and get Bruno to knot Jeremy. The poor boy is put back on all fours while the woman lubes his ass again. The man is masturbating Bruno, waiting for his penis to show again. The dog is even more excited than before, if that is possible. They don't have to wait long for the red dripping penis. Practice makes perfect, grandpa got it in on the first try. This time the dog sticks with it, fucking Jeremy's tender ass for several minutes before calming. Jeremy cries and that excites grandma and grandpa as much as the knotting. I sit by, my erection sticking up out of my lap while I watch them poke and prod the little boy.

The grandma coos and strokes Jeremy, keeping him stimulated while grandpa put his large flaccid cock in front of Jeremy's lips. Obediently, Jeremy sucks on the end of it, the man's loose low hanging balls swinging back and forth. The dog pants, shifting occasionally as though he wants to pull out, putting pressure on the inside of Jeremy's sphincter as the big knot presses against the muscle ring from the inside. As he scrambles back with his paws, he drags Jeremy with him by the doggie penis still lodged in his ass. The action delights the geriatric couple, and they shift with him. When grandma releases the boy's penis for a moment, I can see the little dink sticking straight out, the skin pulled tight, the crown blood red and completely exposed. His legs tighten and shake and he stops sucking as he gasps repeatedly. The orgasm goes on for some time, legs and arms shaking, cock jerking. If the little guy had anything in those little balls of his, it would have spurted out everywhere.

The couple recognize the orgasm for what it is and praise the little boy repeatedly, as they go back to feeling him up. Bruno manages to pull free, the knot and dripping shaft larger than I would have thought possible. As he licks the anal opening he has just abused, I marvel that the dog's erect penis is larger than Jeremy's.

On our way home, extra bonus in our pockets, my erection still refuses to go down. Glancing over at Jeremy, I think he has one too.

"Are you okay?" I ask. It has been a hell of a night for his first job. He only nods. "Let's make a promise. We never tell anyone about this. Agreed?" He nods again.

Unfortunately, the couple are delighted with our performance and want to schedule a rematch as soon as possible. Why does the thought of that make my cock twitch?

Delivering Jeremy back to the dorm, my night is not over. A quick shower cleans up the outside, but there is no time to clean out the inside. Bruno's deposit is still sloshing around up in there. Dashing over to the lodge, I let myself in. The Computer always announces anyone coming or going that isn't a resident of the house. I hope it doesn't wake anyone. Taking my clothes off downstairs, I go up naked, figuring whatever happens tonight, clothes will just be in the way. My erection is still with me, swinging back and forth as I make my way to the boy's room.

Peeking in, I can see both of their heads above the covers by the moonlight shining in the window. Tip toeing across the room I carefully uncover David. His muscular back and ass cheeks make a pretty picture against the white sheets. Already painfully hard, I climb on the bed and rub myself between his butt cheeks. He groans a little, but doesn't wake. Thoroughly prepared, I slip inside of him, holding myself up on my arms over his body. He groans again and opens himself up to me as I slide myself in and out. I am already so hard; I have to stop frequently to keep myself from exploding. Even then, my cock pulses inside of him, threatening to go at any moment.

I see Jason watching me. David is obviously a heavy sleeper and never fully wakes up while I fuck him, but Jason knows. David squirms and moans, and that encourages me to fuck him harder. I hope I am contributing to a dream so that he can enjoy his fuck in dreamland as much as I am in the real world. When I can't hold it in any longer, I spew everything I have into him. The release is epic, I have been holding it in for so long. Pulling out, I cover him up again, when I notice the commander leaning against the doorframe watching. Did he enjoy watching me fuck his son again?

I leave the bed and go to him. He pushes me against the doorframe he has been leaning on and I feel his erection slide into me. It is my turn to moan, the sudden turnabout catching me by surprise. The cock inside me is longer and thicker than I remember. I can't help but compare it to Bruno the dog. As he fucks me with long slow strokes, I can see Jason masturbating while he watches. What is he thinking? Is he remembering his dad fucking him, like he is me? What would it be like to have a dad that fucked you? I will never know.

Without realizing it, I have been moaning and pushing back against the commander, trying to get him into me more. When he let loose and I feel his juice mingle with what is already in there, I feel tired but content. I relax back against him, and he holds me tight. My erection has finally gone down.

Chapter Four
The winner of the Golden Dickie Award is…

"Hold up, Danny," Michael yells. I am chaperoning Jeremy to an audition at Kinderen. "I need to ask you something. The commander has been shagging you lately, hasn't he?"

"Sometimes." Actually, he has fucked me every night this week.

"Does he shag Jeremy, Declan or that little kid he is adopting?" he questions.

I am beginning to be suspicious. I also remember the commander's concern about being able to trust me with his secrets.

"Don't know, why?"

"I want to get some pictures, you know," Michael says nonchalantly, "for protection."

"How am I supposed to get pictures?" I ask.

"We've done it before," he argues. "Hide a camera somewhere. If you don't want to do it, then switch with me a few times. I can let him shag my ass. Maybe take Jeremy along and let him get into that."

"I don't know, I am just getting them setup," I said shaking my head. "I don't want to screw that up. I gotta go. We got an appointment; I don't want to be late."

"Sure, think about it. We need to be covered you know," he added, "best for everyone."

The owners of Kinderen are residents of the gated community. They live just down the road from the monastery. Jan, one of the owners, answers the door. The Nordic muscular blond, looks like the porn star he is.

"Come in boys," he greets us. "Glad you could come over. I understand Jeremy here may be available for a movie."

"Yes, grandpa wanted me to bring him by so you could take a look," I explain. "He said you like to see all the new boys."

"Exactly so, yes," Jan agrees, inviting us into the big granite floored foyer. "Can I get you boys something to drink?"

"No thank you, I am fine," I reply for both of us.

"Really, I insist," he demands, "I just made some fresh lemonade. We can sit out on the lower porch and chat."

It seems rude not to accept. He takes us down stairs through another room with a fireplace and out onto a lower porch. It overlooks the stream and the steep wooded slope of the holler. His son, Bjørn, delivers the lemonade. The last time I saw him, he beat up my brother Declan, but that is another story. I watch him warily. We do some small talk, chit chat, meaningless banter; the kind of thing I hate. And then we finally get down to business.

"You two look good together," Jan compliments. "I could almost imagine you as brothers. Course, I know you have a brother." he says to me. "Declan is a real cutie. I would love to get him in a movie."

I watch Jeremy who has been sucking on the lemonade quite steadily already. If I didn't know better, I would say he is drunk.

"Of course, I would like to see more of you," Jan continues conversationally. "Jeremy, why don't you get comfortable. You can take your clothes off here, no one else will see."

Jeremy looks up, like it is the most wonderful idea that has just now occurred to him. I watch the usually rather shy boy, throw off his clothes and sit back on the chair to finish his lemonade. It is then I know there is something in the drink. I am feeling euphoric, just so happy to be here, nothing could possibly be wrong.

"Very nice Jeremy, you have a nice young body. Just what our fans like to see," Jan compliments. "Bjørn, why don't you come out and join us. Bjørn has been in a lot of our movies. I always like to get his opinion on new actors."

The skinny boy has been close by, staying just out of sight inside the house. Now he steps out, bare chested. He is a sexy kid in his own way. The long skinny limbs and torso made him look very young, but yet physically mature. Right then, in my current alcoholic stupor, I want to see what is in his pants close up.

"Danny, feel free to get comfortable as well," Jan invites. "You have a nice look. I wonder what the two of you together would be like?"

As though his voice is a command, I find myself wanting to take my clothes off. His son keeps watching me. I have the impression he is as anxious to see me nude, as I am to see him. Happy to be nude, I sit back in my chair with my legs spread, enjoying the cool breeze against my skin.

"Very nice, Danny. Very nice. Bjørn, would you mind finding Danny a toy to play with," his dad directs. "Jeremy, I would like to see you get hard. Do you think you could show me?"

Looking completely at ease, Jeremy pulls at himself, keeping his legs spread so we can all watch. In my euphoric state, I find it all fascinating, fun and not at all unusual. Bjørn returns with some toys. For Jeremy he has a complicated cock ring with lots of straps and attachments.

"Excellent choice, son," Jan says chuckling. "Why don't you help him put it on."

The skinny boy pulls Jeremy to his feet. Making a show of it, he greases up a penis sized hollow tube. Walking around behind Jeremy, he fumbles around until he gets the tube started up inside his ass. A strap went up his ass crack and connected to another one around his waist. This one buckles like a belt with a metal cock ring attached to the front of it. As he forces Jeremy's cock and balls into it, he cinches the ring tight so that it holds his junk out away from his body, like a hand gripping the base of his privates. He pulls a second strap from the tube up between his legs, forcing it deep inside of him. Jeremy reacts momentarily before settling back into a happy stupor. The strap is connected to the cock ring, completing the pressure of the tube in his ass and the ring stretching his cock and balls out away from his body. I have to admit it looks sexy on him.

"Your turn Danny," Jan said, directing his attention to me.

Bjørn approaches me with a large ribbed dildo. I know what is expected and hang one leg over the arm of my chair, giving him access to my ass. He stares at my erection while he greases up the dildo, showing me what will be going up inside of me. The big ridges on it make me think, this is going to hurt, but only for a moment. With one hand on my cock, he forces the head of the hard rubber dildo up into me. One by one the ridges scrape past my sphincter, scouring my rectum on their way up. When he has most of it inside, he stops and leaves the rest of it hanging out of my ass where everyone can see it.

"That's nice, Danny," Jan says, causing me to turn my head his way. "How does it feel?"

"It hurts," I say truthfully.

"I know," he agrees. "I want you to sit down on it."

I unhook my leg from the arm and settle back onto the dildo, forcing it all the way in. Even in my liquored state, I groan in pain.

"Very good," Jan applauds. "Very sexy. That is the kind of stuff that sells. People want to see boys in a little pain."

Bjørn is back again, this time he positions Jeremy with one foot on the chair. With a battery powered screwdriver as the base, he inserts what looks like a fat spiral shaped rubber dildo. Turning it on, he pushes it in until Jeremy yells. Each time he pulls it back out until Jeremy settles down and then pushes it back up into him again. After several trips in and out with the drill shaped dildo, he exchanges it for a syringe of liquid. Setting Jeremy down in the chair, he got his legs up on each arm. Inserting the syringe, he squirts the liquid up inside the tube. Jeremy gasps, the liquid running out of him and off the chair. He repeats the procedure, squirting liquid more forcefully inside of him before letting it trickle out.

"Thank you, son, that is sufficient for now," Jan says, sitting back in his chair as he watches us. "You are both very sexy. I would very much like to have you make a movie with us."

As the euphoria wears off, I look over at Jeremy, still sitting with his legs spread, the tube visible in his ass and his cock and balls stretched out by the cock ring. What kind of audition is this? My own ass is on fire, scraped raw by the ribbed dildo still in there.

"Danny, you have been assigned to the lodge, haven't you?" Jan inquires. "Does the commander fuck you?" he asks bluntly.

"Sometimes," I answer reluctantly.

"I would love to get the commander to do a movie," Jan suggests excitedly. "I'm thinking you, Declan and Jeremy as his sons on a sailing trip. We rent a sail boat, and take it out into international waters. We will be safe enough out there. The commander can fuck you boys and we film it. It will be great. Do you think you can talk him into it?"

"Me? You want me to talk him into it?" I ask, shocked at the suggestion. "Why would you think I can convince him to do it?"

"If he likes fucking you, and you entice him by mentioning he can fuck your brother and Jeremy too. Well, what man will want to turn that down?" Jan asks innocently.

"All I can do is ask," I say with a sigh. "Can I take this thing out of my ass now?"

As promised, I bring up the topic of making a movie to the commander while he is in bed with his cock up my ass.

"You know, commander, you have never been with my brother," I mention suggestively.

"Yes, Declan is a very sexy boy, just like you," he compliments as he grinds his cock around inside of me.

"I am thinking we might want to plan a little trip together, the four of us. You, me, Declan and Jeremy." I say, trying to make it sound spontaneous.

"A trip?" the commander asks, puzzled. "Jeremy is the new little boy you have been training, isn't he?"

"Sure, I know how we can go sailing and all be together," I say enticingly. "The boys have mentioned to me how much they would like to be with you."

"Sailing? I haven't been sailing in years," he reminisces. "It does sound like fun. How would you get access to a sailboat?"

"Jan says he can provide us a sailboat and we can go out into international waters where no one will bother us," I fantasize. "Wouldn't it be fun to be with us, naked, out on the water?"

I grind myself back against him.

"Hmm, you rascal," he chuckles, "you had me going there for a moment. This is Jan trying to get me into one of his movies, isn't it?"

"Would it be so bad," I wheedle, appealing to his lust. "Three naked boys swimming, sunning, sucking your cock. Then you get to fuck each of us with everyone watching."

"When you say it like that, it is hard to refuse. I will think about it."

We get our second assignment to the couple I affectionately call the geriatric perverts. When I tell Jeremy, I wait for his reaction. He looks stunned at first, but then I detect some activity in his underpants. Whenever I think of Jeremy that time, his little dink with an erection so hard it stretches the skin tight, gasping, cock jerking while he orgasms. My cock immediately stands up and salutes. It is annoying that every time I think about that job, I get an erection that won't go away.

We prepare ourselves, although I am not sure for whom. The trip to Beech Mountain is very quiet, each of us lost in our own thoughts. I want to reassure the kid; it won't be so bad. But I am not sure I am that good a liar. At the door, the couple greet us enthusiastically.

"You are here, wonderful. We could hardly wait to have you back. Come in, come in," the old man says, ushering us into the house. "I know, payment first, I have it all ready for you."

"Let's go to the play room right away," the woman says excitedly. "Everyone is waiting for you."

When we get to the room with the toys, another younger couple are there already.

"This is my daughter and her husband," the man introduces us. "We told them about you and they wanted to come and watch."

My mouth is dry as I think about what they want to watch so badly. Jeremy is still standing hesitantly, knowing the toys are only a diversion.

"Isn't he just like your son?" the woman asks her daughter. "I just love playing with him."

She pulls Jeremy over to her and removes his clothes. I wonder, again, what happened to their real grandson. When Jeremy's pants come off and they first see his little dink, there is a group awe exclamation. The woman plays with him, letting everyone see and appreciate his young little penis and balls.

"I think you know what we want to see," the man says to me suggestively. "Why don't you do the preparation this time, so we can all watch."

I nod. The customer is always right. After removing my clothes, I take the gel Bruno likes to lick. After applying it to my cock, balls and ass, I turn to Jeremy.

"Please do your chest too," the man requests. "We didn't get to see that last time. We like to see him lick and bite your nipples."

I complied, wiping my chest with gel. After doing Jeremy thoroughly, including his chest we both get down on the floor.

"Please start out on your back so he can get to your nipples and cock better," the old man instructs. "I will go let him in now."

Bruno comes bounding in, as though he remembers us and can't wait to see us again. He sniffs between my legs and tries for my ass, but settles for my erection. He licks the head and down the shaft first, before he comes back and nips at the head. I jerk upright and yelp. He licks at my face and then settles in to thoroughly tongue my chest.

The daughter and son-in-law are watching intently, mouths slightly open. The old man and woman split their attention between me and the younger couple. When Bruno has licked most of my chest, he zeros in on my nipple, getting it hard with his tongue. He nips at it with his teeth a couple of times, making me gasp. By the time he is finished, he has marked both my pecs with scratches and teeth imprints.

Giving me a break, he switches his attention to Jeremy. Licking his face first, he moves down to his chest. Apparently, he is a nipple dog, because he spends just as much time on Jeremy's nipples as he did mine. The son-in-law, in particular, is getting horny. He keeps clutching his crotch and then trying to finger his wife. She pushes his hand away, but squirms a bit in her chair every time Jeremy cries out. The old man and woman start losing clothes, just as they did the last time. The old man is down to his boxers, and his wife is already topless.

Bruno finishes up licking and biting at Jeremy's penis and balls and is trying to get his nose down between his legs. I figure it is time. I get up on my hands and knees and the dog immediately comes over and shoves his tongue in my ass. Jeremy reluctantly turns over, knowing what it means to be on his hands and knees. His dink is hanging down as hard as the last time, matching my own erection. What is it about this situation that makes us hard as a rock for this fucking dog?

"You need to get him ready," the old man prompts me. He has a hard on that shows down the leg of his boxers. The son-in-law has managed to get his hand up his wife's skirt. I can see her panties from my position on the floor.

Petting Bruno, I get him to settle enough that I can reach under him and masturbate his prepuce. It doesn't take long for his red penis to appear, already dripping. Is that a penis in your prepuce or are you just happy to see us? I giggle at the private thought.

He jumps up on me first, and seems to have learned a few new tricks since the last time. He doesn't need anyone to guide him to my hole. After stabbing around a few times, he gets it in during the first hump session. I gasp as he excitedly jack hammers it. There is some murmured appreciation from the audience. He doesn't stay in me long; he goes back to licking my hole, where his penis has just been, and then runs over to jump on Jeremy.

I watch in case I need to provide assistance, but just as he had with me, the dog seems to know where the hole is now. Jeremy closes his eyes and takes it when the dog nails him. I am thinking he may knot on the first try, but when he dismounts and starts licking Jeremy's hole, I can see he hasn't knotted yet.

Licking and nipping at Jeremy's ass repeatedly, he again switches over and climbs my back. I feel his penis hitting the back of my balls until finally he moves around enough that it goes in. It is bigger this time, and except for the claws scratching my back, it could be a man inside me. The old man has his cock out and is stroking while he watches the dog ravish my butt. The son-in-law is showing in his pants, but keeps busy fingering his wife.

Bruno again dismounts and licks the gaping hole he has created. He has knotted, but not inside of me. I can tell everyone is disappointed. It is decided to take Bruno away until he calms and then try again. Jeremy lays down on his back, his nipples and the area around his privates red from the dog's licking and biting.

While we wait, the old man is trying to talk the younger couple into letting me do the wife while the husband watches. It seems the younger couple have resisted previous attempts to be frisky with them before. It is a common request, having sex with one partner while the other watches. It is known territory for me and it will give Jeremy a temporary reprieve.

The daughter never quite says yes, but both she and her husband keep staring at my erection with interest. I go over and start being friendly and it is soon obvious my attentions were not unwelcome. Couples are tricky. If I perform badly, that is bad. But if I preform too well and the wife shows that she likes it too much, it can also be bad. A jealous husband is a dangerous thing.

I know from experience that some women cannot orgasm from intercourse alone. Sometimes it takes some manual and oral attention to get good results. The father openly masturbates while he watches me work over his daughter. The husband is not as overt, but is definitely excited. With both women now naked, any normal heterosexual man would be hard pressed to stay limp. The wife is wonderfully responsive, reacting not only to my cock but to my mouth and fingers. I try to avoid kissing her, for fear her husband will see that as out of bounds, but she is insistent. It is during one of these passionate kisses that she begins to orgasm.

The husband seems shocked, like he has never seen her have one before. He has his cock out with a nice-looking erection of his own. As is required of a good escort, I try to keep her orgasms going as long as I can. By the time she is finished, the husband has a look on his face that says, she may have enjoyed it too much. Guessing his wife isn't much of a cock sucker, I take over his erection and milk him dry. I figure if I give them both what the other can't or won't provide, how can they be mad at me?

It seems to work out okay. The son-in-law ends up with his pants around his ankles, to his mother-in-law's delight, and the daughter is just straight up buck naked, something her father is definitely happy about. Unfortunately, it did not distract them long from the dog.

When Bruno shows up, we decide to do Jeremy first. When he has the choice of both of us, he seems to get distracted. I apply the gel to Jeremy again and then do my dog fluffer duty. While he is licking and biting at Jeremy's nipples, I see his penis peek out. Quickly flipping Jeremy over onto all fours, the dog cleans out the entrance thoroughly before he jumps up and tries to fuck it. Guiding him as much as I can, I know he is in. If he stays far enough inside long enough, I am sure he will knot.

The audience is enthralled. The son-in-law is stroking himself enough to stay hard. He is horny enough and he joins his wife, removing all of his clothes. To help keep everyone attentive, I stroke Jeremy's already hard erection while the dog continues to hump the poor kid's butt. The women, in particular, like watching Jeremy getting fucked. Maybe they can relate more than the men to being fucked, I don't know.

When Jeremy makes pain sounds, I am certain the dog has knotted in him. Reaching up between his legs, I feel for the ridged bone like appendage that extends into his anus. Just inside the sphincter is the balloon like swelling of the knot. It feels big, I don't remember it being this big before. The audience comes down to participate, feeling up Jeremy and the connection the dog is keeping with him. Even the son-in-law feels up his erection and checks out his ass.

To keep the dog pacified and in place, I let him lick my cock. He is too rough with it, but it is better than letting him drag Jeremy around by the penis stuck in his butt. A knot can last anywhere from five minutes to an hour. While we wait, the audience is creative, thinking up ways to use us. The women poke their fingers in my butt, telling the men if they want anal sex, this is how they can have it. The men, strangely enough, fist my cock and discuss how hard it is. The old man is even allowed to fist his son-in-law's cock, so he can compare the two.

Jeremy is a real trouper, and he suffers through the knot and the attention stoically. I want to see him orgasm again, but I am not certain of the exact sequence of events that caused it before. I suspect it might be the dog putting pressure on his prostate. I decide to test my theory. I tease the dog with some gel on my cock just out of reach. He strains to reach me, pulling against the inside of Jeremy's sphincter muscle. Jeremy groans a little and backs up to relieve the pressure. I tease him again, a little further this time. Again, Jeremy groans out loud and moves back to keep the dog from trying to pull out. This time I let him reach me, keeping the pressure on the big knot of flesh and bone against the inside of his rectum and sphincter. With everyone watching, Jeremy's cock begins to bounce up and down as he gasps, straining away from the dog. The skin over his cock, tight and stretched, pulled back from his tiny cock head. I quickly wet my finger and reach under him to circle the sensitive head. He bucks against my hand, causing the dog to scramble on his back, which in turn causes him to gasp in pleasure and pain. It is definitely a hallmark moment.

The adults recognize what is going on, and discuss how unusual it is that a boy so young can have such a hard orgasm. Satisfied with the results, I rub his back, murmuring soothing things as we wait for the dog to disconnect.

When Bruno is finished with Jeremy, they still want him to knot me. The penis that is visible under the dog is big and I don't want to take it. I try to talk them into putting him away again for a while but they don't want to wait. It is decided we will play with the dog, and he will calm down on his own. I apply more gel to my sensitive areas. Even the son-in-law agrees to put some on his cock and ass and let the dog eat him out. I don't warn him about the teeth.

Everyone likes watching him get licked and bitten by the dog, including me. Even the mother got to feel his hard on after the dog was done. By the time Bruno got back to me, he had calmed considerably and when he licked my cock, he kept his teeth to himself. While he is licking my nipples again, I notice the first sight of his penis coming out. I quickly switch to my hands and knees. When he climbs my back, it feels like old times. This time when he gets into me, I am the only game in town, so he sticks with it. I swear I can feel him growing in there. The fucking is so fast, it is hard to gauge the feeling. When he stops fucking, I try to tell if we are knotted. He resumes again, so I figure it hasn't happened yet. The fucking is starting to hurt bad.

The audience cheers me on while they masturbate. Jeremy watches sympathetically, his little cock hard again. When the pain gets bad enough, I am sure it is from the knot swelling up inside of me. When Bruno finally stops, I know for sure, I am well and truly knotted. The audience gathers around again and I feel their hands everywhere. They stroke my cock, pull on my balls and feel between my legs for the dog bone in my ass.

The dog is more restless this time and keeps pulling away. I don't think it so clever when it is me instead of Jeremy. He pulls me backwards and then gets his leg across my back so that he is facing away from me. The only thing connecting us now is his penis. I breathe heavily, the dog trying to pull the big knot out of me hurts like hell. The audience murmurs together, enjoying the new situation and the pain I am in.

The son-in-law comes down to distract me. He feels my ass, saying he wants to feel how big the knot is. He strokes my cock, paying attention to the head like I did with Jeremy. His own erection is sticking out and catches my attention. I twist around enough to put my mouth on it. He sits back on his feet, letting me suck it. Bruno still strains away from me, keeping the pressure up inside my ass, but I concentrate on the cock in front of me. The husband leans back, fucking into my mouth. With the dog pulling one way and me straining the other to keep my mouth on the man's cock, I explode. Cum spews out of me as never before. My cock keeps jerking and spurting, jerking and spurting. It feels like the inside of my balls must be turning inside out. It is almost anti-climactic when the son-in-law cums in my mouth.

As before, we leave with a big bonus in our pocket for a quiet ride home. I look over at Jeremy, detecting his erection even through his pants. I feel my own erection jerk as I think about his orgasm and mine.

"We don't tell anyone about this, right?" I bargain. He looks over at my crotch, noting my jerking erection. He nods to me, smiling.

It is a beautiful day for sailing. There is a captain and crewman to actually sail the three masted schooner, but we help out whenever we can. Everyone is wearing just swim trunks, as we pass out of the harbor and into the ocean proper. Jan and Bjørn are busy with camera and lighting equipment but the rest of us have lots of time to sightsee and sunbathe.

I love the feel of the wind and roll of the ship as we catch the wind and glide along. The commander joins me aft, hugging me from behind. I like the feel of his body, the trimmed chest hair, his muscled arms.

"I hope you are happy, you got your way," the commander teases. "You promised me lots of hot ass. I am going to hold you to it."

"It's perfect, isn't it?" I gush, hugging his arms to me while I soak up the sun, the wind and waves.

We stop to snorkel at a coral reef. Jan films some background scenes. The story line is a father takes his three sons out, teaching them to sail and snorkel. As the day progresses, they learn other things, like how to pleasure themselves and their father. The more they learn, the more they want to experience. I know Bjørn brought along a variety of toys similar to what Jeremy and I experienced during our audition. It will be interesting to see how much the commander is willing to go along with.

During the snorkeling, the father encourages his sons to strip down and enjoy the water naked. There are shots of nude boys swimming, their cocks floating free in the water as they swim along. Back on the boat, they dry off in the sun. Each of the boys is showing some level of erection.

"You should let me put some sun screen on you," the father (the commander) says to his youngest (Jeremy). "You don't want to burn. Some of your skin has never been exposed to the sun before."

He rubs lotion on the boy's face and neck, working his way down his arms and over his chest. As he rubs in the lotion, he tweaks the boy's nipple.

"Ow, that hurt," the boy whines.

"Did it?" he asks, as he pinches his nipple again.

"Yeah, kind of," the boy responds, watching as his father works his way down towards his groin.

With a fresh batch of lotion, the father lubes up the boy's cock and balls, rubbing and pulling on them.

"Does that hurt?" he asks smiling.

"Uh, no. That feels good," the boy grins.

The other boys look on, amazed at what their father is doing. Each of them starting to get an erection of their own. Turning the boy over, he does his back and pays special attention to rubbing his butt cheeks.

"How does that feel?" the father asks, smoothing some lotion down his butt crack.

"I like it, do it some more," the boy says, scrunching his butt cheeks together.

The father watches the little boy's face, as he works his thumb into the boy's anus. The camera zooms in to catch the sphincter closing tight around the digit.

"You feel that?" the father asks. "I can make you feel real good back there."

"It feels kind of weird," he says, looking back over his shoulder at what his father is doing to his ass.

"Get up on your hands and knees, and I will show you what I mean," the father instructs him.

On his hands and knees, the boy's hard little cock sticks straight out between his legs. The other boys notice how hard he is, pointing at it and whispering to each other. With the father's thumb still working his ass, the father strokes the little cock with his fingers.

"You got a nice little cock and ass there boy," he whispers in his ear. "You make daddy proud."

"It feels good, daddy," he answers, squirming his ass back against the penetration.

The father moves on to the next boy (Declan). Squirting out more lotion, he repeats the process, rubbing the lotion on his face and neck before paying attention to his arms and chest. This time he spends more time rubbing and pinching the dark little nipples until they are hard and the boy yelps.

"Your nipples get nice and hard boy," he compliments. "I like that. You like me pulling on them?"

"Sure dad, it feels okay," he responds hesitantly. "Are you going to do that to my butt too?"

"Oh yeah, and more because you are bigger than your brother," he says suggestively. "You can take it."

Working his way down, he coats the boy's cock and balls, fisting them hard and pulling on them.

"You know how to masturbate, right?" he asks the boy as he strokes his erection.

"Yeah, dad, I been doing that for a while," he boasts. "I even get the white stuff now."

"I want you to show your brother how to do it as soon as we are done here," he says, feeling the boys developing ball sack and reaching down between his legs. "Turn over, let me do your back."

The boy turns over, knowing what is coming. He watches his father rub his back, working his way down to his butt. When the thumb goes in, he moans, not sure if it hurts or feels good. The father keeps penetrating him, loosening up the tight muscle of his anus until he can thumb fuck him. The boy squirms around and moans, spreading his legs wide as his father works his ass.

"That is really hot, dad. Let me fuck him, please?" his eldest son begs (Danny).

"No son, he is a virgin and I want to be his first," he reasons. "Have you been fucked? You better not, I want to be your first too."

"No dad, nobody has ever fucked me," the son responds, "I have fucked girls, but nobody has ever fucked me."

The father continues to thumb fuck his son, reaching down under him to stroke his erection while he does it. When he has him highly stimulated and hard, he stops.

"We will save the rest for later," he says. "Go masturbate your brother."

Turning to his eldest, he doesn't waste any time on the lotion. Stroking his already hard cock, he reaches down under him and fingers his hole.

"Hmm, dad will it hurt when you fuck me?" he asks arching his back as his father gets a finger into him.

"Yeah, but it will be worth it. I am going to make you want me to fuck you every night," he boasts. That part is already true.

"Yeah, dad, I think I like it already," the boy admits.

"C'mon boy, suck my cock while I work your ass," the father demands, getting to his knees.

The boy squats down on his haunches and takes his father's cock in his mouth, sucking it down like a pro. The father reaches down between his legs and gets his finger back up inside the hole that is completely open and exposed by his squatting down. Working in a couple of fingers, he shoves them in and out while the son works over his cock with his mouth.

Meanwhile, his youngest is learning how to stroke his cock. The middle son likes showing off his bigger cock and how he strokes it hard until stuff comes out of it. He fingers the little boy's penis until it is erect. When the little boy takes over for him, he copies his father and puts his thumb up inside his butt. The little boy thinks it is all just part of masturbating and lets him do it. While he is being thumb fucked again, he works his cock until it feels really, really good. When he grabs his cock and gasps, they know he has masturbated himself to a dry orgasm.

As the day turns into night, they move downstairs to the bed in the cabin. The boys are excited about this new experience with their father and want to do more. They aren't sure about being fucked, but none of them want to say no to their father either.

"Okay boys, I get to fuck all of you first," he explains. "After that, if you want to fuck each other, you go right ahead and do it. I think it only right I start with the first born and work my way down."

"I don't know dad, maybe we shouldn't be doing this," his eldest says, backing away.

"I am going to fuck you, one way or the other," he says firmly. "Show your brothers how to take it. Turnover on your stomach and spread your legs."

Taking his time, he squirts lube up into the boy's hole and spreads it around with his thumb. Each time he penetrates his anus, the boy makes some noise, but doesn't resist otherwise. With his ass prepped and ready, he turns him on his side so he can enter him from behind. It is the best way to let the other boys see him getting fucked.

"Come over and put your mouth on your brother's cock while I fuck him," the father says to his middle son.

The boy scoots over on his stomach and sucks on his brother's big cock, licking over his balls and back up to the head. When he has a full erection, the father pushes his cock against the boy's back door. He has the muscle loosened up some with his thumb, it is stretched to the max to get around his cock head.

"Oh fuck, dad, that hurts," the boy moans, even as his cock is hard and jerking.

"Hang in there, a little while longer son," he begs as his cock slides in. "You are tight, but I am going to loosen you up."

The other boys stare, watching their father's cock inch its way up inside their brother's ass. He twists back to try and see the cock penetrating him. His father holds him tight against him, fingering his nipple while he keeps pushing forward, trying to get all of him inside his eldest.

"That's it, boy," he praises him. "You took it all up your butt. When we are done here, you can fuck your brothers with that big cock of yours. All you got to do is take mine whenever I want to fuck you. Can you do that?"

"I'll try dad," he promises, intrigued by the idea of being able to fuck his brothers.

The father begins to really fuck him, pulling out and penetrating him over and over. He loves the feel of the tight hole and the smooth skin of his boy's butt. The boy bucks, moans and yelps, but he takes it. He would have ejaculated, but his father stopped the blowjob before he could. He wants his first-born randy and ready the whole trip long. After fucking him hard enough to make his hole gape, the father pulls out and lets the boy rest. He has two more sons to do, he needs to pace himself.

Grabbing his middle son, he pushes him down on the bed and raises his legs up over his shoulders. The boy looks scared, but his cock is hard from watching his brother getting it up the ass. Bending down, the father takes his dark cock into his mouth and deep throats him down. Reacting to the feelings in his cock, the boy arches his back, pushing his cock hard into his father's mouth. Reaching under him, the father pulls his butt cheeks apart. Retrieving the lube, he squirts a generous amount up into his ass.

"Dad, I'm not sure about this," he says in a shaky voice.

"Your brother took my cock, I know you can too," he assures his son.

Using his thumb, he spreads the lube around with one hand, while he fists the boy's cock with the other. When the boy's hole feels like it is opening up, he presses forward and slides the head of his cock in. The boy struggles, trying to pull off of the big thing in his butt.

"Oh man, dad, it hurts," he whines.

"I want to be inside of you all the way," his father tells him. "Let me fuck you. Let me be inside of you."

He pushes in slow and steady until the boy can't take it anymore. Letting him adjust, the father strokes his cock, talking to him in soothing tones.

"You are so brave, son. I love the feel of you," he croons. "So tight, your cock so hard."

When he begins fucking him, the boy twists and turns, but can't get away. His older brother watches, stroking himself, wishing it was him fucking his brother. The youngest watches, scared, knowing it is his turn next. Getting a real rhythm going, he fucks him, enjoying his virgin ass even more than his oldest. This boy is perfect for fucking. He pinches the hard little nipples as he strokes, fucking with his hips. As the boy settles, it is easier to go deep, his balls slapping against the little ass. Again, he doesn't let the boy ejaculate. He wants to keep the party going, and this boy is going to be a big part of it.

Pulling out, he motions to his eldest to take his place. Before the boy under him can move, the randy teen has his long hard dick up inside the hole his father has opened up. Pushing his brother's knees to his chest, he goes deep, grinding his cock in until his balls rest against his brother's butt. He keeps at it as his father moves on to his youngest son.

Pulling the young boy up, he has him straddle his lap facing him. He plays with his dink, while he hugs him and then pushes some lube up into his butt.

"Are you going to fuck me?" the boy asks, learning a new word today.

"Uh huh," the father says. "You are special, we are all going to fuck you."

The little boy didn't know what to think about that. But as he is busy thinking, his father pushes him down on top of his cock. Once he gets the penetration started, he lets the boy's weight and squirming around finish the job. Every time the little boy moves around, the cock goes in a little deeper. He doesn't cry out, but he breaths deep and heavy, almost crying, but not. When he gets close to the bottom of his father's pole, his daddy lifts him back up with his hands under his butt and lets him slide back down. It feels so good, he is soon pulling him all the way off and letting him impale himself all over again. He keeps at it, enjoying the feeling of the young tight virgin butt, almost unwilling to turn him over to his brothers.

When he is certain he will ejaculate inside of him if he doesn't stop, he pulls him off and lets him lie back on the bed. His first born abandons the brother he is fucking in favor of getting his cock into the one his father has just finished. Copying his father's technique, he gets behind the boy so he can fuck him from behind and everyone can watch. With the boy mostly on his stomach, he slides his cock in. It is fascinating to watch the big pole disappearing up inside the tight little butt. It makes you wonder how it can fit in that tiny hole.

After fucking the youngest for a while, his oldest takes pity on the boy left out of the action and invites him to take his place. As the middle son eagerly pushes into his younger brother, the eldest cleverly places himself behind both of them. With his brother's ass still open from the fucking he has just taken, he is able to slip back inside of him while he is busy with his own fucking.

The father chuckles at the sight he has made possible. His eldest with his cock up inside of his middle son, who has his cock inside of his younger brother. What could be better than this? He marvels at how sexy they look. He is amazed at how fast they have taken to being fucked and to fucking each other. Why didn't he try this before?

I am so far into character that it feels like this really is the first time I have fucked Declan. And, thinking of the commander as my father really turns me on. Everyone did a great job and Jan is very pleased with the results of the first day of filming. We knock off for the rest of the night, the last scene to be shot the next day, up on deck.

After a leisurely breakfast and a morning swim, we gather on deck to finish up the movie before sailing back home. Bjørn brings out the props and is busy arranging the light reflectors and cameras. Everyone dresses for a typical day of sailing. The aft section has a horse shoe shaped seating area out in the full sun with a table in the middle and we all find a place to sit on the padded benches.

"Boys, we are going to play a game," father explains to his three sons who pay close attention. "Each of us is going to pick a toy out of the box and demonstrate it for the rest of us."

He opens the box and I recognize the cock ring that was used on Jeremy at the audition. The big ribbed dildo is in there too. I know I don't want either of those. Jeremy doesn't want them either and he picks out a rubber balloon like toy with a tube and a rubber bulb attached to it. The commander takes the dildo and Declan claims the cock ring. That leaves me with the final toy, a metal sounding rod.

"Okay son, let's see what you got," the father says to his youngest. "Oh, this should be fun," he says looking at the balloon like toy.

I know what the toy is for. No one else knows about our experience with Bruno and knotting. The toy he has picked is going to feel just like a big knot in his ass. Thinking about Jeremy's orgasm from the dog knot gives me an immediate erection and an overwhelming desire to play with the toy.

"Dad, can I show him how to use it?" I ask, staying in character.

He looks at me strangely because I am going off script, but says, "Sure son, you help your brother."

Moving over to where Jeremy is sitting, I start pulling off his clothes. When he is naked, I lay him across my lap, spreading his legs a little and making sure his dink is visible hanging down between my knees. Lubing up the bladder, I tease his opening a little with my fingers and then push it in. It's not so big, so it doesn't cause him any pain. He looks back at me, confused. He doesn't seem to know what the toy is for. He will know soon enough.

Pressing the bulb a few times, I wait to see the reaction. When I don't get one, I squeeze it some more. The boy tenses up and I know he is starting to feel the bladder getting bigger inside of his rectum. I pull on the tube a little to get a reaction. He groans and spread his legs to relieve the pressure, the same way he did with Bruno. I squeeze the bulb some more until he cries out. Pulling on the tube again, his sphincter opened enough I can see a little of the base of the bladder. When I check his dink, it is fully erect. Letting some of the air out, I repeat the process, pumping up the bladder until he can't take it anymore. I like seeing him so stimulated, his little cock extended as much as it can, just like before. When he feels the pressure inside of him, I wonder if he is picturing the dog inside of him, like I am.

Reaching under him to stroke his cock for him, I press the bulb some more and wait for the reaction. He is squirming against my lap and breathing heavy. Slapping his butt, I pull on the tube to get his sphincter to open up enough for the camera to see this time. Massaging around the tube, I keep jerking on it, waiting for him to orgasm. The camera pulls out to get his face and erection in the same frame. Breathing faster, he lets out a load groan, and his cock jerks several times before he goes completely limp. I rub his back; the little guy is learning how to have a good strong orgasm. It will be massive when he has cum to go with it. Letting some of the air out, I leave the bladder inside of him, and he curls up on the seat next to me.

"What did you get son?" the father asks his middle son. "Let's get your clothes off so you can put it on."

With his clothes off, my brother fumbles around trying to get his cock and balls into the cock ring. It is a bit more work for him to do than the last time I saw it used. Father lubes up the tube and works it in a little while the boy fastens the belt like strap around his waist. When the father pulls the strap between his legs, it forces the tube up into place. There is an additional piece I have not seen before. It is a soft rubber dildo the perfect size to fit into the tube.

Walking a little bow legged, his in-character dad marches him over to the mast and attaches his hands to a rope. Using a crank, he raises the rope until the boy is stretched out tall, his arms over his head. I appreciate the view, the cock and balls pushed out, his body stretched and taut. Rubbing his hands over his son's body, the father turns him around and the tube can be seen peeking out between the boy's butt cheeks. He motions to me, and I gladly go over to run my hands over my brother's back and ass. He hands me the dildo, letting me have the honor of fucking my brother's ass in this unusual way. I still have an erection from the orgasm I caused earlier. Seeing my brother like this isn't going to let it go down. The dildo is soft and flexible with a long handle on it. I imagine what it is going to do up inside my brother's hole in front of me.

Squatting down, I insert the dildo and push it in. It seems to go in a long way before the boy it is inside of tries to squirm away. I pull it back a little and then fuck him a few times. Letting go of the handle, it hangs out of his butt. Twisting him around on the rope, I pull on his erection, already compressed by the cock ring. He is definitely feeling it inside of him. Reaching around in back, I fuck him harder, reaching up higher into him before pulling back out. He is groaning, but I can't tell if it is pain or pleasure. I experiment, pushing in until he tries to twist away. When I figure out the right amount of penetration, I fuck him hard for a few minutes before letting him rest again. His cock stays erect, squeezed tight inside the cock ring. Turning him around I let the camera watch me fuck him some more, pulling the dildo all the way out and back in. After a good round of fucking, I turn him again to pinch his nipples and play with his cock and balls. I can sense he is edging close. I get in one more good deep fuck. The reaction is immediate, his breathing gets heavy, cock jerking, and the white cum spurts out of him. The camera catches it all, the second full on orgasm of the day.

Now it is my turn. My in-character father looks at me with some sympathy, but if the other boys can do it, I can too. Removing my clothes, I let him attach the rope and crank my arms up until I am just barely able to touch the deck. Lubing my cock, it doesn't take any time at all for my erection to stretch my penis out full length. He lubes the sounding rod. It isn't too thick, is it? When he works it around my piss slit, it doesn't hurt. He holds my cock in his hand while he does it and the damn thing keeps pulsing. I am not sure what will happen if I ejaculate with the rod inside of me.

After getting the tip of it inserted, he slides it down about an inch [2.5 cm] and pulls it back out. It burns a little, but it also makes my cock hyper sensitive. When he slides it in again, I catch my breath and hold it. He fucks the end of my cock with it while the camera zooms in. Even circumcised, there is some extra skin around the base of the head. Just like the boys before me, my cock is so hard and extended the skin stretches out leaving a wide band around the engorged head. It is so sensitive, his fingers holding the shaft and head while he fucks me with the smooth metal rod. I can feel it moving down inside of me and then he strokes the shaft, squeezing and sliding it over the rod.

When he has enough of it in me, so only the tip is still visible, he pulls out a Velcro strip and wraps it around my cock just under the head. Fastening it tight, he lets go of my cock. It hangs down from the weight of the rod, in spite of my erection. It is an excruciating pleasure, like someone has jacked me to the edge and then stopped.

The other boys come over now to see and touch. My brother squeezes my cock and works the skin up and down the rod until I cry out. Pay backs are hell, and he is getting his for me fucking him up the tube in his ass. They tease the head, wetting a finger and rubbing it around the handle of the rod where it sticks out. Kneading and pulling on my balls, it makes my cock jerk even with the rod in it. Now it is my turn to breath fast and heavy. I don't want to chance ejaculating with the rod in the way.

Father lets me down, but doesn't let me touch myself. I carefully walk back and sit down, the rod still inside of me. I sit up very straight, my legs spread wide so my cock can hang down over my balls. My brother won't leave me alone. He sits next to me, playing with my cock until he can get even the handle completely inside of me before letting go. He likes to lift up my cock until it rests against my stomach and then let it fall. My legs shake every time my cock hits the seat, sending a shiver up through my body.

With all the attention the boys are giving me, I almost forget there is one more toy. My make-believe father sits next to me and removes his clothes while the boys are still torturing me. He plays with his butt, applying lotion and loosening himself up with his fingers. The real life me is fascinated with the idea of fucking the commander. Watching him fuck himself with a dildo will be hot, but I can't help but wish it is me inside of him instead.

The sight of him putting a couple of fingers in his ass isn't helping my erection go down. It jerks upright and falls back again and again. When it isn't moving on its own, the boys take delight in fucking me with the rod even with the strap in place. The rod sliding up and down under the tight strap creates a whole new level of sensation.

My imaginary father, sets the dildo down on the seat and lowers himself over it. As it disappears, he sighs, spreading his legs to help relieve some of the pressure in his ass. I know what that butt scraper feels like. It makes my cock twitch even more. While he slides himself up and down the ribbed rubber pole, his cock slowly rises, thick and hard. I like watching him get an erection, his cock thicker, balls bigger than any of ours. Catching sight of the dildo under him, I imagine him with a dog dick up his ass. Ow, my cock did not need that kind of encouragement.

For the finale, we gather around. The father continues to fuck himself with the dildo, sliding up and down it while his cock jerks and bounces in appreciation. I spread my legs wide, and fuck my own cock with the rod. The middle son, slouches down and holds his legs up so the camera can see the tube still in his butt, as he slides the dildo up inside and fucks himself with it. The youngest son is on his side, butt exposed to the camera, he works the tube causing his sphincter to open and close as he pulls on it.

Now that the movie is over, we just look at each other, the toys still in place. Still highly stimulated after the things that have been done to us or that we have done to ourselves. It feels wrong to just pack up and go home.

Chapter Five
The Wrap Party

I have to laugh. It is like we don't want our fantasy to end. I stroke my cock, not sure what to do next. Bjørn comes over and watches, eyeing my cock with the rod in it. He is a curious kid, but I am not sure about him. He is fascinated by the rod and I can tell he wants to touch it. When I stand up, he takes it as an invitation and comes over to hold my cock in his hand. While he plays with the rod, I unfastened his pants and pull them down. He is wearing a leather cock ring that squeezes the base of his cock and balls. He has a nice-looking cock for such a skinny kid. His whole body looks like it is stretched tight over a rack of bones. He gets down on his knees and puts my cock, rod and all in his mouth. Him playing with the rod with his tongue is indescribable.

The commander stands up, the ribbed dildo staying put. He comes over and rubs up against the back of me. Bjørn loosens things up enough that he can manipulate the rod in and out of the tip of my cock a little way with his tongue. He is fucking my cock at the same time he is sucking it. While I am distracted, the commander slides up into me. My god, what a feeling. I feel everyone's eyes on me, as I am getting fucked from both sides.

The captain and his mate have been around all during the filming. They have shown no particular interest in the proceedings, until now. They watch me, but also the other boys. When I look over to see what the boys are doing to attract their attention, they have managed to get the toys off, but are not doing much of anything else. The two men whisper together and sidled over toward the two naked boys.

The captain picks up Jeremy around the waist and carries him over to the table in the middle of the seating area. He lays him down on his back and his mate holds him in place even though Jeremy isn't trying to escape. The captain spreads his legs and pulls them up so he can examine his anus. He pokes a finger in there, as though testing the tightness of it. When he starts taking off his clothes, I know Jeremy is going to get fucked. This will be the first adult man to ever fuck him other than the commander. Does he want to get fucked? Is he horny enough to enjoy it?

The commander pulls me back with him and sits down again on the bench, forcing the dildo tighter up his ass, and his into mine. While I sit on the commander's cock, Bjørn kneels between my legs, his eyes at cock level. He releases the strap so he can pull the rod completely out and reinsert it over and over. In between insertions, he sucks my cock, teasing the erection ever harder. With the rod in, he fucks me with long deep strokes.

The captain is brawny and tanned. He has a hairy chest and a big fat cock. He turns Jeremy over, his legs over the edge of the table. Spreading his butt cheeks wide with his hands, he pushes himself in. The mate watches; mouth hanging open. Holding himself up on his arms over the boy's back, the captain fucks the little ass under him hard. Every few strokes, he plunges deep and holds it. I suspect from his actions that this is his first time fucking a boy's ass. He seems to be enjoying it.

The mate goes after Declan, copying his captain's actions and bending him over the table. Stripping down, the mate is a lot younger. He has a nice lean body and a good-looking cock. Declan will enjoy being sodomized by this horny straight man.

My cock is getting sore and I decide it is time to switch it up. Taking the rod out, I pull off the commander and push Bjørn down on the commander's lap instead. He scrambles to get off, but the commander holds on to him and starts working his cock up into him. I find the lube and work on the kid's cock, getting it hard while the commander begins to fuck up into him. He is nicely equipped, his penis and balls standing out because of how skinny he is and the cock ring he is wearing. He makes some noise in protest, but I ignore him. Fisting his cock, I work the rod into him as soon as he is erect. He closes his eyes, leans back and lets me do it. Fucking his cock is really turning me on, especially since I know exactly how it feels.

Jan notices what I am doing to his son, but is more turned on than angry about it. It just encourages me to do more. He joins the captain and his mate; the captain having just ejaculated into Jeremy's ass. Jan takes charge of the well-used boy, talking to him as he walks him over to the seating area. When he gets there, he sits down and pulls the boy up onto his lap.

I try the same technique that Bjørn used on me, taking his cock in my mouth and moving the rod in and out with my tongue. It drives him wild and he squirms around on top of the commander's cock. With one hand up under him so I can feel the cock where it goes into him, I work his cock and balls with my other hand and my mouth.

Jan has his pants down and his cock up Jeremy's butt. The poor boy is going to be sore tonight after his second adult man inside of him today. He really is getting broken in fast. Young boys are in great demand.

Declan has the mate's cock in him, but the captain is trying to mount his mate while he is doing it. I am curious how well the guy will take being fucked by his captain. It doesn't look like he is going to have a lot of choice about it.

Even a good orgy has to end sometime. While fucking Bjørn's cock, I ejaculate all over without even touching myself. The commander unloads his cum into Bjørn while I suck the boy's cum out of him. Declan is on his back, spreadeagled, cum leaking out of his ass as he masturbates while watching the two men next to him. The mate is bent over the table in his place, with the captain's cock balls deep. Jeremy still straddles Jan's lap with just the tip of the big blond's cock inside of him. Jan is stroking himself and while I watch his cock spasms, the cum pumping up into the little boy.

It is a good ending to a sexy adventure. We all stay naked until we pass back over the international line on our way back home.

Chapter Six
Boy's Night In

"I have a video of the commander fucking at least two underage boys."

"It's about time. You are cutting it very close. We need to have the evidence discovered, charges made and get it all publicized before people make up their mind about who to vote for."

"You make it sound easy to do. Fortunately, he walked right into it."

"I don't care how you did it, you need to plant the evidence in the house so it can get discovered."

"It's electronic. It's a porn movie, but it hasn't been pressed to DVD. Even when it is, it will never be in this country."

"Well put it on one of those thumb thingies or something. It needs to be something physical. The commander is too good with computers, we can't trust him not to find an electronic copy."

"I might know someone who can smuggle it into the house."

"Okay, but hurry up and then contact me with the location."

Declan is doing a great job in the kitchen. The kid is amazing, he can adapt to anything. Dinner tonight is garlic butter chicken bites with lemon asparagus and a dry Chardonnay. I even like the asparagus! Everyone has been getting very friendly. I service David most nights and then at least sleep in the commander's bed after that. Even Liam cuddles up to me whenever the commander isn't around or comes to bed late.

I'm learning all kinds of system administration stuff, including some of the AI surveillance. All of the security alerts come to me now so that I can decide what is real and what is a false positive. There are privacy filters in place for the resident homes except the Larsen house, where the owners of Kinderen live, and the monastery. Those two homes are still under constant surveillance. That just means the Computer watches them all the time and alerts me if there is any suspicious activity.

It's hard work, but I don't think we have ever been happier. Now that everything appears to be working is when disaster is most likely to strike. Murphey's law. I warn Declan every day not to take anything for granted. We have to make this work or risk going back to the streets.

I try to think of things to keep our night time activities interesting. I don't want David or the commander to get tired of me. Michael keeps offering to switch off, but I resist letting him have access to the commander or his family. David likes a little kink and so we have tried different things. I fucked him a couple of times outside on the porch. We have done it in front of his father and other trusted house guests. We even recorded it once. I am running out of new ideas.

"Are you up to hanging out tonight?" David asks me after dinner. Hanging out is a euphemism for sex.

"Sure, anything special in mind?" I prompt.

"Oh, I don't know. What do the other guys do to get off when they are horny?" he asks.

"About now, they are probably watching a provocative movie," I muse. "Later they will whack off in bed or somewhere else."

He laughs, "I guess when you have a dozen horny guys around, it's a real whack shack. I haven't been down to the monastery since you guys moved in. Do you like it? Is it nice?"

"Oh yeah," I chuckle, "you haven't lived until you have experienced a house with a dozen guys and one bathroom. The monastery is paradise in comparison. You should come down and see for yourself."

"Okay, let's do it," he agrees, taking me by surprise.

Just as I predicted, most of the boys are gathered around a wall screen in the lower common room where we usually hang out. Grandpa doesn't like us watching anything too risqué up in the great room in case we get visitors. Some of the boys like to hang out in just their underwear and that can make things awkward too. The guys are watching a compilation of the old classic Taboo movies from back in the 80's. Bold for their time, Kay Parker seduces her teenage son, Roger Ranger, and he fucks his mother. It isn't just a tease either, there is real cock and fucking in it. As usual, the boys make comments during the movie. They note the teenager isn't really a boy, but a man playing the part of a teenager. Several boast, claiming they could do a better job. And really, Roger Ranger? Who has a name like that? He's nicely hung though, so they give him a pass.

The boys are so engrossed in the movie, they don't even notice us coming in behind them. We decide to play a game of pool while David checks out the scene. There is always noise and confusion as boys come and go. It is just background noise to me, but to David it is exotic and unusual. His head swivels from one thing to another until I have to remind him to take his turn.

As he is leaning over the table lining up the next play, I move in beside him as though I am teaching him how to hold the cue stick. I rub his butt and whisper in his ear.

"You know with all these guys getting horned up watching movies, you would probably have a half dozen want to fuck you if you bared your ass."

He froze in place, not answering or acknowledging what I said in any way. I reach around and unfastened his pants, just to see if he will let me. He takes the shot without fastening himself back up. Moving around the table, he concentrates on getting into position again.

I move in behind him, running my finger down his butt crack over his pants. "You can see some of these guys got erections already. They would love an opportunity to get off in something other than their fist," I tease.

He makes the shot and straightens up, looking over at the boys gathered around the screen. While he is distracted, I yank up on his muscle shirt and he gives it up. I add mine to it and hang them on the back of a nearby chair. The game is getting interesting now and I can tell that he likes it.

Chalking his cue stick, he walks around the table, taking his time. He makes a show of leaning on the table again, his back stretched, muscular arms tense. I make chest contact with his back, running my hand up between his legs, continuing my whispered conversation.

"I know you like an audience. They would love seeing your hot body. Where else are you going to get cock even younger than yours?"

I can tell he is intrigued, undecided if it is worth the risk or not. While he contemplates it, I edge his zipper down. After making the shot, the pants are loose enough that he either has to lose them or hold them up. He lets them fall and I help him get them off to join the shirts on the chair. David looks good in his tight briefs and a couple of the guys are noticing even though the movie is still playing. I put mine next to his. That is part of the game. If I dare him, I have to be willing too.

Taking my turn, I line up the ball and almost make the play when I feel his hand up the leg of my boxers. He leans over my back like I did his and hides what he is doing with his body. He fingers my ass while he whispers back to me.

"You are playing a dangerous game. If I do this, you have to do it too. You ready to let the guys you live with fuck your ass? Maybe even your little brother?"

I miss my shot completely, the ball bouncing wildly off the bumpers. He just grins. We both watch the crowd to see how much attention we are getting. There is a particularly hot scene playing where the mother seduces her nephew who is sleeping in the bed with her at a hotel. He wakes up when she sucks his cock and then he fucks her. I move close to David as he chalks his cue again and rub his cock through his underwear.

"If you think you can chicken out by scaring me off, you are just fooling yourself. When they see your bare ass, they aren't going to pay any attention to mine."

I pull at the elastic band, teasing that I am going to pull them down. He looks at the group in front of the screen again and back to me. I pull a little harder, daring him to get naked. He takes the bait, shoves his underwear down and steps out of them. Collecting them from the floor, I add mine and put them on the chair. We grin at each other like a couple of naughty kids. He looks really hot, his erection laying on the side of the pool table as he leans over for another shot. David has a nice butt too, muscular and tight. I know it won't take long to get someone's attention.

Pretending nothing is different, we continue to play. Johnny has been keeping an eye on us before and as soon as he sees us naked, he comes over. I am glad it is him, because for a fifteen-year-old, he has a great body. Seeing him and David together will be worth the risk.

"Hey guys, how's it hanging?" Johnny says casually. "Kind of hot in here, eh? I don't know if we have really met, you're the commander's son, right?"

"Yeah," David says, eyeing Johnny up and down. "And you are?"

"I'm Johnny," he replies, coming closer as David leans on his cue stick waiting for me to finish my turn. "I like your body man; I wish I could muscle up like that."

He runs his hands down David's arm feeling his bicep. I smile because I know exactly where this is going. Once Johnny gets the pump primed, the others will be on him like flies on shit. David leans over the table again for his turn and Johnny moves right in, feeling up between his legs. It is impossible to make a shot when someone is distracting you like that, and Johnny is definitely distracting.

David stood still, poised to hit the ball, while Jonathan plays and pulls on the balls between his legs. I step to the side so I can watch the action and not block the view from anyone else.

"You got some nice balls, man. I hope you don't mind me playing with them. You want me to suck your cock?" Johnny asks not waiting for a reply.

He pushes David back against the table and bends down to mouth his erection. David put his arms behind him and leans back, spreading his legs to give the younger boy access. No one in the house is a stranger to a blow job, but seeing the two hot boys together is getting noticed. Michael came over right away, pulling me aside so that David can't hear.

"Man, you've been fucking that, you lucky dog," he whispers to me. "I would love to get my cock up in there."

"Now is your chance," I whisper back. "He likes an audience."

Michael raises his eyebrows at me and looks over where Johnny is busy licking David's balls and working his way under to his ass. Michael interrupts the two, wrestling Johnny's shirt off and then yanking down his pants.

"I thought you should get to see the whole package," he says to David. "You certainly have a nice one."

Michael feels up David's pecs working his way down until he could fist his cock. David tweaks Johnny's nipple before the boy drops back to his knees and resumes making his way underneath to lick his anus. It will be a competition now to see who gets David's ass first, Johnny or Michael.

"Anything you do to me, you have to do to him," David insists. "That's the deal."

Michael looks at me and grins. "No problem," he says triumphantly. "Get over here next to him so we can trade off."

He has wanted to fuck me for a long time. We are very competitive and him getting to fuck me gives him a dominant position. I sigh. What I do to satisfy my customers.

Johnny has worked his way under to David's asshole and Michael turns him around and leans him over the table. I watch the handsome teen push his tongue in and out of the flexible opening causing it to relax and open up. Michael takes off his clothes, savoring the idea that he will not only get to fuck David, but me too. Johnny has figured out by now that he isn't going to get into David first since Michael has house seniority. He shuffles over on his knees to me and sucks on my erection. Michael takes over behind David, lubing and fingering his ass. David looks over at me and grins. Whatever happens, it is happening to both of us.

Johnny gets creative and grabs the cue stick. Without bothering to grease anything up, he slides the end up inside of me. It goes in easy enough, but I get concerned when he keeps going. I don't think I have ever had anything that far up inside of me before. When Michael notices us, he does the same to David. While he works the stick up inside of him, we watch each other. This is really turning David on. He pushes back against the stick, letting it rock him against the pool table. All of the boys who were watching the movie and some who weren't, have gathered around now. It is quite a collection. Some are fully clothed; others shirtless or stripped down to their underwear. So far, only Michael and Johnny are completely naked, along with David and me.

Michael is anxious to get started and hands the pool cue off to one of the other boys. Getting up behind David, he pushes himself inside. I chuckle because they actually wait for Johnny to do the same to me. We really are going to experience the same thing at the same time. I like feeling Johnny up inside of me. He isn't too big and leaning over the table is the right angle for him to get all the way in there. Michael is being a little more aggressive with David, fucking hard enough he is shoving David into the table.

While we are taking it, Tommy the youngest boy in the house at five, drags over a chair and climbs up on the pool table on his hands and knees. Tommy is a precocious likeable little kid who never wants to be left out.

"Danny, are you getting fucked?" the little boy asks. "I want to get fucked too."

"No, you are too young," I chastise. "You need to wait until you are older. Grandpa wouldn't like it."

Mikey and Declan come over, sometimes they are like Siamese twins, always getting into trouble together. Declan grins, enjoying the sight of me getting it up the ass. Mikey is perpetually randy, jacking off all hours of the day and night. I guess when you are a tween in a house full of boys, that is just a natural state. The two boys hear Tommy begging for it and decide to help the little guy out. Mikey gets the kids pants down before I can even yell at him for it. They are both playing with the kid's little dink and stripping him out of his clothes. I have never actually seen Tommy naked; he doesn't stay in either of the dorms in our wing. He is so young; it is like playing with an anatomically correct life-sized doll. Watching the three of them isn't helping my over stimulated condition.

Before anyone can cum, they decide to change partners. Johnny moves over to David and Michael comes up behind, grabbing me by the waist. Getting himself positioned, he forces me back on top of his cock and slams it home. He is big enough, it hurts, but I won't let him see that it does. David is very happy with the exchange, reaching back between his legs to grab Johnny's balls while he is getting reamed.

With Tommy still on his hands and knees, Mikey has got his hands on the cue stick and is poking it at the kid's little butt. Declan is still playing with his dink, and has it about as hard as it is likely to get. The place is turning into a full-blown orgy. Kids standing around stroking themselves or each other. I can't remember that ever happening before.

I can feel Michael's release. He makes sure to shove up inside of me multiple times before letting go with several hot spurts. I don't want him to know that I like the feel of him inside of me. I wouldn't mind if he did it again sometime. As soon as Michael pulls out, Peter takes his place. Peter is about Declan's age and is another boy I have never seen naked before. He is hard enough from watching that he tries to get into me right away. I have to guide him a little, fisting his cock and getting the tip into my open hole. The jizz up inside of me makes his entry easy and pain free.

I am ahead of David, as Johnny is just now cumming inside of him. He takes it, with a smile, loving the feel of hot cum in his butt. Declan abandons Tommy and strips down for the chance to fuck David. It is extra special to see my brother fuck a guy so muscular and handsome. David knows he is my brother and gives me a raised eyebrow as Declan attacks his ass, sliding in easily. I watch closely, getting a glimpse of Declan's cock whenever he pulls out. When he sees me watching, he leans back a little and shoves with his hips so I can see better. The kid is hot, even if he is my little brother. Maybe, because he is my little brother.

Mikey has the cue up Tommy's hole and is reaming him with it. The little cue doesn't seem to be stretching him too much and he looks like he is having a good time. Another boy has taken over playing with his dink and balls and pulling his nipples. I think he likes all the attention he is getting from the older boys.

Peter doesn't last long, spurting another load up inside of me. Declan takes the opportunity to switch from David to me and another boy about his age takes his place.

"I can't remember the last time I got to fuck you," he whispers in my ear. "It is always you fucking me," he chuckles, "not that I mind."

"Did you like fucking David?" I ask, realizing it turned me on to watch him do it.

"Oh yeah," he sighs. "I mean, who wouldn't? Can't believe you get to fuck that every night. You should take me with you." He says as he penetrates me.

It almost made me lose control, knowing my brother was in there, knowing me in that most intimate way. "You are right, I should take you with me. I think David would like that. We can bend him over the kitchen counter and take turns fucking him. Would you like that?"

"You bet," he fantasizes, looking over at the muscular boy still getting his ass plowed. "I want to stick the handle of one of my rubber spatulas up his ass. I have a wooden spoon I could ream him with."

"Why Declan, I didn't realize you are so kinky," I say, panting a little. "Now shut up and fuck me."

My ass can only take another couple of rounds after Declan. By the time I say uncle, several boys have taken their turn queueing up to fuck Tommy with the stick or feeling him up with their hands. David is ecstatic about all the varied boy cock that has been up inside of him, and expresses his appreciation as we get dressed.

"Oh man, Danny, I never knew all of this was down here," he says excitedly. "All I have to do is find a hot movie to show them and then show up and pull down my pants. I can get all the fucking I want. We have to do this again. Thanks for coming up with such a great idea, man."

"I guess you are going to miss out then," I tease. "Declan wants to join me next time. He says he wants to bend you over the kitchen counter and ream your ass with a wooden spoon. Then we both get to fuck you, maybe at the same time."

"Now you are just being mean. I am going to be thinking about that every time I see either one of you from now on."

"Good," I admit. "I like the idea of you getting an erection every time one of us walks into the room."

I was in the control room when the Computer announced the police at the gate. I call the commander and let him know. He said to let them in, so I open the gate. I hang out in the kitchen while the commander answers the door.

"Sir, I am agent Barner from the FBI and this is my partner agent Price. It has been reported to us that there is illegal child pornography on the property and we have a search warrant that allows us to search your house for it."

"I see, may I see your identification and the warrant?"

He studies the badges and the warrant, taking his time. "I see here that you may search the premises but you may not take anything that is not child pornography. Do we agree on that?"

"Yes sir, just child pornography."

"You may search in the presence of myself or my assistant. Before you begin would you like something to drink?" he asks courteously, immediately walking to the fridge.

"No sir, we can't do that," the agent said, "we are on the job."

"Are you sure?" the commander asks opening the refrigerator door slightly. "It is no problem."

One agent begins searching the kitchen while I accompany another upstairs to the bedrooms. He did a quick search of the master suite and then went directly to David and Jason's room. He spends a lot of time, going through their closet and examining all the clothes. He even goes through the dirty clothes hamper. While searching a pair of David's jeans, he pulls a thumb drive out of the pocket.

"What do we have here?" he asks, holding up the drive to the light.

"It is probably some of David's schoolwork," I offer as explanation.

I follow him back down the stairs. The agent signals to his partner and he immediately stops searching and they both head for the door.

"Hold up a moment gentleman," the commander calls out. "How do I know what you have is child pornography? I don't know what is on that thumb drive. We need to play what is on there before you take it."

"Not necessary, we can have our technicians check it out at the office," he said, still intending to leave.

"We can just pop it in right over here and know for certain," the commander offers. "I am sure you want to collect your evidence legally, otherwise it will be inadmissible in court."

The commander grabs the thumb drive out of the agent's hand and walks over to the nearest wall screen in the kitchen. He holds the drive tightly in his hand and waits for the agents to join him before inserting the drive into the side of the unit. The credits for the Kinderen movie we just made on the sailboat come up. The agents are correct, this is child pornography. Where had it come from? Jan assured us the only copies are kept on servers outside the country. How could a copy of it get into David's pants and the agents find it so quickly. Something smells rotten about all this.

The credits end and the scene of us on the sailboat in our swim suits begins playing. Just as I remembered it, I watch us hoisting the sail, sunning ourselves and having a great time. Without warning, an error comes up. The file is corrupted, nothing else will play. The commander murmurs some curse words, pulls the drive out and reinserts it. The same result, the movie stops playing at the exact same spot.

"I'm sorry gentleman, the file seems to be corrupted," the commander says apologetically. "It really is too bad, that was a great sailing trip. I hate to lose the recording."

"What did you do?" the agent demands. "Give us the drive, we will get our technicians to recover something from it."

"I'm sorry agents, I cannot give it to you. We did not see any child pornography on this drive and you are only allowed to take child pornography. Is there something else I can help you with?"

The agent said some naughty words. "I know you did something," he grouses. "This is fucked up. Don't think this is the end of it. Come on agent, we are leaving."

The moment they are out the door, the commander has the Computer show a live cam. He watches as they drive down the ridge road and out the gate.

"Damn, that was close," he murmurs, taking the thumb drive and examining it closely.

"How did you do that?" I ask, suspecting the corrupted file is not a coincidence.

He shows me the fridge magnet he held against the thumb drive in his hand before inserting into the unit. The magnet was just strong enough to alter a part of the file, causing it to show an error.

"I almost pissed my pants when the credits came up," he admits to me. "We need to find out who planted that drive and we need to find them fast. I will go through all the available surveillance footage on the Kinderen house, you go through everything on file for the monastery. We can get with David tonight and ask him how that drive got into his pocket."

Chapter Seven
I Spy

Fast forwarding through hours and hours of recordings, I see lots of things, but none of them involving a thumb drive. The commander has the same luck with the records of the Kinderen household. Dinner is a solemn affair.

"David, Danny saw them take the thumb drive out of your jean pocket. Think, who could have put it there?" the commander demands.

"I don't know dad. I haven't been outside the compound in days. It has to be someone here," he says thoughtfully. "Who would do something like that?"

"Let's think this through," the commander insists. "Let's assume only Jan or someone who works with him has access to their servers. I know they are super paranoid about security. So that means Jan or Anders. Maybe their sons Bjørn and Christian." The commander held up four fingers. "Now where have you been wearing those jeans?"

"Ah, here," David said thinking hard. "The control room with Danny. And that's it."

"What about the other night at the monastery?" I ask. "Were you wearing those jeans? They were just hanging on the chair. Anyone could have slipped a drive into them."

"You're right," David agrees sheepishly, "I forgot about that."

"You were at the monastery and took off your pants?" the commander asks, puzzled.

"Hmm, long story, but yeah."

"Michael has been asking me for some strange things," I admit cautiously.

I didn't want to tell them about the request for pictures, but now it is too much of a coincidence to ignore.

"What kind of strange things?" the commander questions, looking angry and suspicious.

"He wanted to switch places with me," I said hesitantly. The commander waited, like he knew there was more. "He wanted me to take pictures of you fucking young boys."

The commander nodded, like it all made sense now.

"Thank you, Danny. I appreciate your being honest with me. I know Michael is one of your family and you boys are loyal to each other. But you did the right thing. Grandpa and I will take it from here."

"Michael, we know you planted the thumb drive in David's pants. We just want to know why you did it and where you got it from," the commander interrogated.

We are down in the underground panic room, across from the control room. I never knew there was a panic room before now. Besides some storage cabinets, the room is bare concrete. Michael is sitting in a hard plastic chair in the middle of the room, a light shining down over top of him. Grandpa is here too, sitting off to the side with his cane. I am staying out of the way in the shadows watching the commander interrogate Michael like some prisoner in a terrorist movie. I am not confident torture will be off limits if Michael doesn't fess up. It scares me.

"Why do you think I had anything to do with this?" Michael asks looking back and forth between the commander and grandpa. "We are always going to get blamed, aren't we? Something goes missing, must be the street boys. They are all thieves."

"Can the victim speech, boy," grandpa snarls. "If you know something, spill it. This little caper almost brought down the whole shebang. There is no advantage to anyone in that."

I could see the wheels turning as Michael analyzes his position. We might not be best buds, but I know Michael is not vicious. He will play the angles if he thinks it is to his advantage, but he wouldn't hurt his own on purpose."

"Take your clothes off," the commander demands when Michael doesn't immediately start talking. "If you want to act like a prisoner, we will treat you like one. You are not leaving here until you tell us everything you know."

"Grandpa?" Michael pleads, expecting the old man to defend him.

"Do it boy," grandpa growls, pounding his cane on the floor a couple of times to emphasize his demand.

Michael strips and sits down again. He looks scared. The commander looms over him.

"Talk to me," he commands in a loud authoritative voice.

"I wanted some protection, that's all," he confesses, looking at grandpa for support. "You know, sometimes we get that from clients we don't trust. I just wanted some pictures to hold on to. I wasn't going to use them."

"Keep talking," the commander advises.

"I knew Danny and Jeremy had a shoot with Kinderen," he continues. "Then I was asked to get a thumb drive into the house. I put two and two together."

"You know what I want," the commander states firmly.

"I'll give you the copy I made and then you will have all of them," he says anxiously.

"Give me the name," he insists. "Who gave you the thumb drive."

"I'm not a snitch," he says, looking at me. "Don't make me tell you."

Grandpa gets up heavily, leaning on his cane. "Let me know when you are done with him," he says. "I will send someone over to fetch him."

If grandpa is in on the scare, then he is a better actor than I give him credit for. Just the idea that someone would have to fetch what was left of Michael made my blood run cold. He left the room and the commander made a show of taking off his shirt. He walks behind Michael and puts his arm around his neck in a choke hold, holding him back tight against him. I don't know if he would have really tortured him because Michael gave in.

"Bjørn gave me the thumb drive," he wheezes, trying to get enough air to talk. "I don't know where he got it from."

"How many copies did you make?" the commander asks, tightening his choke hold.

"One, only one," Michael squeaks. "I swear."

"I don't believe you," the commander yells, hauling him up by the neck. "Where are the copies? All of them."

The commander keeps the choke hold with one arm and squeezes his balls with the other. Michael struggles, hurting at both ends. The commander presses him up against the wall, keeping him in place with his body.

"I don't trust you anymore," the commander growls in his ear. "Until I do, you are on probation. You will be monitored constantly. No leaving the compound, no phone, computer or internet. Got it? Now get the hell out of here and give Danny your copies."

Michael flew out of the room, not even stopping to put on his clothes. The trouble is, I believe he has more than one copy too. Why? Because, that is what I would have done.

The Kinderen house has a playroom full of – devices. By the time I get there, Bjørn is restrained on his back on a rack, his wrists attached to chains pulled tight, stretching him out. His legs are attached to side boards that keep them spread wide, a raised section under his butt keeps it tilted up.

I know the naked boy with the scars on his back is JD, the caretaker. I have heard stories about his scars, his big cock and his sadism fetish. I almost feel sorry for the boy on the rack who played with my cock just a short time ago. But, the boy on the rack is no longer the one I played with. This one is angry, sullen and defiant.

"Boy, you have done it now," JD says casually, walking around the rack touching Bjørn. "Do you remember the last time you got punished? You wore a collar and a leash for what, a couple of months? Ah, good times. It seems you did not learn your lesson. Of course, you know I like it this way. I know you don't like to be fucked, and I respected that and gave you a pass. Now I don't need to." He laughs.

JD stands between Bjørn's legs and strokes himself. Bjørn doesn't say anything, but his eyes follow JD everywhere he goes, the look on his face is one of pure hate. As though he is doing nothing more special than shaking his hand, JD pushes himself inside the kid's butt and slowly fucks him as he continues their one-sided conversation.

"When I get done fucking you and dumping a bunch of cum up your butt, I am going to setup your daddies' fuck machine. Did you know you can adjust it? I am going to make sure it has a nice long stroke so it can fuck way up inside of you. Then, I am going to leave you alone with it for, oh, I don't know. An hour? Two hours? I will be nice and put some lube on it, but that will only last so long. Then it is going to rub you raw. You are going to have one sore hole by the time I let you sleep. And then, tomorrow, we are going to do it all over again. How does that sound?"

He fucks him for a while, the only sound, his body slapping against Bjørn's ass.

"You know I have to break you. You are such a dumb fuck; you don't know your place. We are a lot alike, you know that. In fact, I am the only one here who understands you. The only difference between us is that I am smarter than you are. I mean, you actually believed a politician. How stupid is that? They would have used you up and tossed you away like yesterday's news."

Bjørn made grunting noises with each inward thrust.

"I know you are thinking, in a few years I can get out of here and get my revenge," JD continues to comment casually and then gives a full-throated guffaw. "Let me promise you right now. No matter how old you are or where you go, I will hunt you down and I will hurt you bad. You know I will do it; I will cripple you. They are having a big war council up there right now, trying to figure out what to do with you. But I know what the answer will be. They have no choice. You are too dangerous to let run loose."

"Oh my god, you are going to kill me," Bjørn cried out.

JD laughs hard again. "Don't be such a drama queen," he scolds. "No one is going to kill you. For now, your parents own you. You will be a prisoner here and I will teach you your place. I am going to enjoy teaching you your place. And until I break you, you will be my sex slave. When I finally let you up off this rack, you will crawl around naked on your hands and knees everywhere we go. You will sit at my feet, eat off the floor and lick up the cum whenever someone masturbates. You will do things you never thought you could. You will not walk again until you have earned that right. I will call you BJ. You are nothing but a blow job until you earn the right to have your old name back. And you will give blow jobs to anyone and everyone who wants one."

JD yelled out his orgasm, thrusting up hard into BJ until he unloaded everything in his big balls.

"Oh fuck, that was good. I want to thank you for being so stupid. You see, the thing you forgot is that you weren't just screwing the commander. You were screwing all of us. And I don't like to be screwed with. I took a chance on this place and I have worked hard to make my place in it. You don't get to take that all away you stupid fuck!" JD walks away in disgust.

The fuck machine is setup with a good-sized dildo on it. As promised, he fiddles with the adjustments until he gets the angle and stroke he wants. Inserting the tip, he turns it on and leaves. I stay to watch for a while. BJ keeps an erection while the machine fucks him, but I doubt it will last long. The machine is set on slow so the captive boy feels each penetration as the dildo shoves its way up inside him without any consideration for the tender flesh it is plowing through. The slow trip out gives relief, but only temporarily, just enough to know the big cock will push its way back inside again. He pulls at his restraints, without result. Now that he believes himself to be alone, the defiance dissolves into tears. His sobs are the only sound heard over the sound of fucking.

Chapter Eight
Adoption Celebration

Today is Liam's special day, the adoption process is finally over. Liam is now legally my son. I am so relieved and so is he. It has been a struggle for both of us to restrict ourselves. He sleeps with me every night and is so soft, cuddly and warm. I can't help playing with him until he gets an erection and then fingering his tight little hole. Today will be his re-awakening in front of family and friends. I mean, if a bris (cutting off part of a baby's penis) can be a public celebration why not the sodomization of a seven-year-old?

I invite a couple of the younger boys from the monastery so Liam will have some friends close to his age. Jeremy is nine and little Tommy is only five. I have never met Tommy, but I hear he is a delightful little boy who is willing to try anything. When I ask grandpa if he can come, he didn't even warn me about using him. I guess he figures if a boy that young is going to be used, it might as well be by me instead of a complete stranger. Of course, Danny and Declan are invited. The boys are a rare find. Declan takes his cooking duties very seriously and does an amazing job for an eleven-year-old. Danny is doing well with his job and his studies. Even though I tell him he is not obligated; he sleeps with us most every night and is always willing to give me relief. The brothers look a lot alike, just like me and my son David. They are both tall for their ages and have nice firm bodies. I especially like their large dark areolas topped with a cone like nipple. Most boys their age have tight little nubs, like gum drops with just a little color around them. When either Danny or Declan get sexually aroused, not only do they get an erection, but those soft cones tighten into large suckable nipples surrounded by luscious tender dark skin topping each soft mound of their pec. I suspect they react the same way when you lick them. Yes, I need to spend more time with the brothers together.

By the time the grill is ready, the boys start to arrive. Jason is secretly washing the dog and getting him ready as a present for Liam. David is digging out the lounge chairs and arranging them on the back patio so everyone can take advantage of the warm sunny afternoon. After I get everyone filled up on barbeque, we settle on the loungers with a local brew. I provide a keg so the boys can indulge themselves and get on a little buzz. Strangely enough, because we let the boys drink whenever the adults do, they don't usually get drunk or make themselves sick by over indulging.

I have a fire going in the fire pit just so we can sit around it. Liam chooses to sit with me, and the others are on loungers or lying out in the sun on mats. We all have our shirts off to catch the rays. Jason comes across the lawn with the new dog.

"Liam, do you remember what you bargained for when I asked you to be my son?"

"A dog, a big dog," Liam immediately responds excitedly.

"Well, here he is," I announce, gesturing to Jason and the big black mastiff mix.

The dog comes bounding across the yard, heading for the group of chairs. I notice Danny with a look on his face somewhere between surprised and petrified. The dog comes over to us to be petted.

"Is something wrong, Danny?" I ask. "Don't you like dogs?" Glancing down I notice the erection tenting his shorts. "Or maybe you like dogs too much?"

The guy is so handsome and sexy when he blushes, and he does it frequently. It is a strange reaction for such an innocent question.

"There has to be a story behind that blush," I prompt light heartedly. "Why don't you tell us about it?"

He looks over at Jeremy and they share a silent moment of connection. Once they come to some agreement between them, he tells us a wild story about their experience with a couple he calls the geriatric perverts and their big dog. The boys are in stitches by the time he finishes up telling us that not only have they both been fucked by the dog, but the couple invited them over again because the dog missed them so much and wanted to fuck them again!

"We used to have a big Great Dane named Junior," Jason tells the group. "He loved to lick everyone and everything. He would try to hump you if you let him. So, we know a little something about horny dogs. This one is no different. I took off my clothes to give him a bath because you just get wet anyway. He tried to have his way with me, but I got him clean inside and out."

"You didn't?" David said laughing.

"Oh yeah," Jason shot back, "Why should he always be a top?"

"What are you going to call him?" I ask Liam, interrupting the little perverts.

Before Liam could respond, Danny blurted out, "Bruno." That got a laugh until Liam agreed that Bruno was a great name.

That started the whole licking thing. Liam is fascinated with the dog, petting him and letting him lick his hands and face. I take some left-over barbeque sauce and put some on his nipples. The dog loves the stuff and licks his nipples clean. After the third time, I know the little guy is addicted to the dog's tongue. I have Declan retrieve the barbeque sauce and the brush we used at lunch. Putting it in a convenient location, I instruct him to put a mat down in the center of the patio next to the fire pit. Bringing Liam over to the mat, I pull down his shorts and coat his little cock and balls, between his legs, and all up between his butt cheeks.

Jason held the dog back but as soon as he let go, he was right there, excitedly licking the sauced sausage between Liam's legs. He keeps at it while everyone watches the little dink grow hard from the dog's rough tongue. The mastiff is a heavy muscular dog and can be aggressive, but Liam takes it, along with the pleasure of the strong wet strokes. The dog switches from front to back, pushing his nose in as far as he can. When the boy bends over a little, the dog is definitely getting up in there.

Tommy is next, stripping off his little short shorts, he stands next to Liam on the mat. I coat him with the brush, including his tiny little nipples and let the dog go at him. It is hilarious to watch the boys running back and forth teasing the dog with the sauce and body parts. When they finally tire of the game, the dog lays down on the mat. Taking one of the small dildos we let kids play with, David kneels down by the dog.

"Don't you dare fuck that dog," Jason chastises his brother, figuring out quickly what David is up to.

"You started it," David accuses. "Why did you give him an enema if you didn't expect him to get fucked."

"Maybe I just knew you would try something kinky," Jason shot back.

David lifts the tail and slides the tip in. He is wary, in case the dog takes offense and decides to bite. Bruno tries to lick himself but when he can't quite reach, he settles back down panting while David fucks him with the dildo. David grins up at the rest of us, pleased with himself.

That was interesting, but what I really want to see is the dog with Jeremy. Danny hinted in his story how strongly the boy reacted and I am sure it will be something everyone will be very interested in seeing first hand. While everyone else talks, I motion for Jeremy to come over to me. I don't know the boy very well. He comes to the house occasionally with Declan or Danny, but I have never even seen him without a shirt until today.

"Jeremy, don't you want to join in with the other boys and play with the dog?" I ask him, drawing him down onto the chair beside me.

"That's okay," he said quietly. "I don't mind."

"If you want to do something the other boys will think is cool, let me put this dog biscuit up your butt, and the dog will lick you good to get it out," I say, trying to seduce the boy. "You are older than Liam, you can show him how it is done."

"Okay," he said reluctantly.

Coating a dog biscuit with sauce, I pull down his shorts and finger his hole with some sauce. When it loosened up a little, I push the small biscuit up into him.

"Okay you are ready. Why don't you get down on your hands and knees so the dog can get at your butt," I instruct, "it will feel really good."

He looks hesitant, but since I have given him specific instructions, he does exactly what I told him to do. As soon as he gets down on the mat on his hands and knees, the dog gets up and goes to him. Tail wagging, he licks his face, smells his cock, and then goes straight to his ass. He licks him long and hard, going after the biscuit with his tongue. Everyone watches while the dog makes a real effort to get at that biscuit until he finally succeeds.

Kneeling down next to Jeremy and the dog, I make a show of stroking the boy's cock, while simultaneously stroking the dog with my other hand but hiding it from everyone else. When I think I feel a response, I make sure the boy is still on his hands and knees and go back to my chair.

As I hoped, the dog jumps him and makes an effort to find his hole, but fails. When he gets down, his penis slides out of its sheath enough to be visible. Danny immediately knows what I am up to. Meeting my eyes, he sighs, adjusts his own erection and gets down on his knees to guide the dog in.

The next attempt is successful with Danny's help. Just as he hinted in his story, Jeremy's reaction is mesmerizing. With the dog in him, he tenses up, his arms and legs ridged, mouth open taking deep breaths. Instead of going soft, as you might expect of a little boy being humped by a big dog, his penis is hanging down between his legs fully erect.

The dog stops humping but doesn't pull out. I know his penis is swelling up, dripping cum into its tight warm hole. Lucky dog. He starts up again, humping with his now engorged even more erect penis. Jeremy reacts with a gasp and his own penis gets even harder. Dogs are not sensitive lovers; they jack hammer hard all at once. So fast, it is curious what it is they feel. Bruno is no different, he humps and pauses, humps and pauses. It seems they are giving each other an unusual high amount of sexual stimulation. The pause allows the swelling of not only of the dog's erection but the glands at the base of his penis that when swelled enough, will cause him to knot and hold him in place. Each time I wonder if he is there. If he has swelled up large enough inside the boy to knot him, but then he starts up again. And then finally he stops.

Holding in place on Jeremy's back, the dog pants, attempts to dismount and finds he can't. Jeremy has his eyes closed, his mouth slack, so totally immersed in the physical sensations he seems oblivious to the silent audience watching him. Rocking gently back and forth, he makes an mmm sound at the end of each pull against the dog knot holding him in place. As he rocks, his penis jerks and pulses as though it has a mind of its own. If I didn't see it with my own eyes, I am not sure I would believe it.

David is going to say something or interfere in some way, but I hold my hand up, signaling him to leave the little boy alone. Catching Danny's eye again, he gives me the look that says see I told you so. His erection twitches enough; the front of his shorts seem to move all on their own.

Jeremy continues to rock, the sound he makes getting slightly louder now. The strength of his erection is impressive. The skin stretched away from the little pink head so tight it looks like the glans of his penis will pop right off. The shaft, alabaster white and smooth, no veins or imperfections. Just the tight white skin covering the blood engorged shaft above the unstretched skin of the balls pulled up tight against the base of his developing cock. What a beautiful sight, the boy gasping his orgasm without being touched by human hands.

He still has to wait some time before the dog is able to dismount, but while he waits, the boys gather around.

"Cool man, that was way cool," Declan gushes.

"My man," David congratulates, "that took balls bigger than mine. I am in awe, man."

It seems the little guy has earned major creds in the eyes of his peers. I am still recovering from my own reaction to the show. I have a better understanding now of Danny's condition around dogs.

The boys go back to their own conversations, sunning and playing catch on the lawn. Liam comes back to me and cuddles up as he often does. The sun, games and booze have tired him out and he is in a cuddly mood. I hold his head against my chest, his legs straddling my lap. His bare butt is a little sunburned, having been exposed without proper sunscreen. I massage him, reaching for some lotion to sooth the sunburn.

Jason is stretched out on a lounger nude. The back of his body has no tan lines, smooth and unblemished from head to toe. Since returning from school, he has been spending most of his time with his brother. I understand, they have a longer history together than he has with me. He is David's half-brother and I adopted him after David found me. A much younger Jason invited me to his bed, afraid to go to bed by himself. It is the ultimate turn on when the boys ask me to be with them. Some men like to seduce boys or even force them. What turns me on is the boy who chooses to be with me, who asks me to penetrate them. It never fails to tantalize me, keeping me addicted to them and their body.

Today is not supposed to be about me, it is about the little boy in my arms, my new son. I decide his brother Jason should be the one to first re-awaken him, his first experience with his new family. There is no doubt in my mind that Liam will welcome the experience, although I am quite sure he expects me to be the one to do it. There will be lots of other nights for that. Today, I relish watching him initiated into the family by his new brothers.

Motioning to Jason, he gets up from the lounger, his blond hair and athletic compact body as impressive as his older brother's muscles. When he comes over, I whisper to him.

"I have missed you son. I am so glad you are home. You know how long Liam has waited to be part of the family. I want you to be his first."

Jason understands exactly the honor I am bestowing on him and shows it as he respectfully prepares to be joined with his new brother. Straddling the foot of the lounger, he pulls Liam's butt cheeks apart and uses his tongue to lubricate and loosen up his tight little sphincter. I know Liam is awake and feeling the attention as I continue to hold him in my arms.

With his own spit he prepares himself and Liam before he leans over his back and slides his cock into him. I have the pleasure of watching that hard cock disappear up inside of the new son I hold in my arms and to see up close the handsome chest and face of my first adopted son as he initiates his younger brother. I kiss him passionately, reaching over the top of Liam who is squirming in my arms a little as Jason presses in deeper. Holding himself still, Jason leans back away from us, letting everyone see the base of his cock held tight by Liam's tiny anus.

The boys gather around, watching, touching, murmuring to each other. Pulling out completely, he lets everyone see how the tight ring squeezes the head of his cock going in. Snapping tight against his shaft, it makes the little boy squirm every time he pushes all the way in, his balls touching the soft sensitive skin under the entrance to his rectum. It is symbolic, the boy's submission to his older brother. To be willing, even happy, to give over a physical part of himself in exchange for a deep-felt intimacy between the two boys. This is a public demonstration of their connection together.

I can see that David is jealous. Jealous of me paying so much attention to Liam and of his younger brother fucking him, the center of attention for everyone else. Not so unusual, to be jealous of the newest, youngest addition to the family. I caress Jason's chest as he fucks, running my hand down between the two boys. I love having them be intimate over the top of me. I almost feel I am part of their sexual experience. Working my hand under Liam, I work his cock while his brother works his ass. When Jason orgasms, he shoots part of it inside of Liam and part over his butt as he pulls out.

There is even some applause from the boys watching, something that seems to amuse Jason. Stepping aside, his cock drooping down over his balls after delivering its load, he is petted and touched by the others as he passes between them. He stops in front of David, fisting his older brother's erection through his shorts.

"Time to give up your fantasy of being the cutest boy in the family," he teases his brother. "Go give your new brother something besides a hard time. Something I know you will do for the rest of his life."

David looks at me, his eyes begging me to say yes. After all of this, it would be embarrassing for me to turn him away. I nod to him, and he drops his shorts. There is no doubt that David is incredibly vain. He is handsome with a magnificent muscular body, and he knows it. I try to keep him humble but it is an impossible task. The hardest part being, he is a handsome boy with a magnificent muscular body! As he takes his place over Liam, I warn him with my eyes not to be his usual cavalier self.

Lubing himself up, he stretches the muscle his brother has just loosened. Getting himself inside without hesitation, he then pauses.

"Liam, I want you to know I am glad you are part of our family. I will try to be the best brother I know how to be. Don't expect too much. That makes me laugh. I consider it an honor for us to be together like this on your first official day as my brother."

Ashamed that I have underestimated him, I kiss David as he takes his turn, sliding in the full length of his erection. David and Liam first met when Liam was imprisoned in a boy sex ring in Chicago. When we rescued David, Liam came with. The little rascal came here thinking he had been bought as a sex slave. I remember David insisting on only calling him boy those first few months. Many things have happened since then, including a raid by the local militia where all of us were tortured in one way or another. For Liam's part, he was sodomized on the newel of a bedpost.

The wood in his ass today is of a much more personal nature. The bonding of a lifetime with my own flesh and blood. The sight of David doing anything gives me such pleasure, but watching him fuck is always special. Squeezing his muscular chest and arms, I settle in to watch. Still kneading Liam's penis with one hand, I know the boy is enjoying the experience as much as the rest of us.

David has been going through sexual phases, experimenting, learning who he is and what he likes. I not only consider it a good thing; I am grateful he is developing into being his own man. In his current phase, he seems to want to know what everyone and everything feels like up his butt. I suppose if I were a student of Freud, I would consider it an anal fixation. Certainly, it is tempting to explain his messiness as anal expulsive [anal fixation during toilet training, leads to disorganization and carelessness in adulthood]. Alas, the explanation is too simplistic. David is a wonderful complex personality, filled with a mixture of boyish curiosity, intellectual genius and persistent stubbornness. The latter, a trait I am sure he got from me.

As he sinks his cock into the soft body of his new brother, the pleasure of it shows all over his handsome face. What a lucky father I am to have such sexually enlightened loving boys. Most families never even see their sons naked from puberty on, let alone touch them. I can't imagine not knowing what my sons' penises look like or feeling them grow in my hand. Of course, watching them like this is the ultimate compliment. Letting me share their intimacy, while they share each other.

It doesn't take long before David loudly orgasms inside Liam. I whisper my appreciation to him, while I encourage Liam to his own release with my hand. The boys scatter after that, each with their own private thoughts about what they just witnessed. The afternoon sun is waning and the younger boys are ready to return home. I encourage Declan and Danny to stay, and they help us clean up after the party.

Back inside the great room with a cozy fire in the hearth, Declan and Danny present Liam with their gift, a handsome pucca shell choker. It is just like the ones some of the older boys wear and Liam is very appreciative of the thoughtful gift. He gives a big hug and kiss to each of the boys before retiring upstairs with his new best friend, Bruno.

The five of us settle in with one last mug of lager and talk about our day. I received an encrypted copy of the final edited version of the movie we made with Kinderen. I let it play while we chat. It is good memories for me and my imaginary sons Danny and Declan. David and Jason have not seen it yet and I am amused by their enthusiastic reaction to it. The Computer stores the movie in my special section, movies to be destroyed if we are ever hacked or attacked again. The final product is good, if I do say so myself. Jan did a great job of editing and the camera quality is excellent.

The boys chat amongst themselves. They get along amazingly well, considering they are – well, boys. The bits I pick up on, they are talking about David's visit to the monastery and how he inadvertently instigated a small orgy. They hint that showing the Kinderen movie might just turn that small orgy into a big one. It is also hinted that I should go with them. An intriguing thought.

The movie has played to the end and all the lager is gone. It is time to call it a night. The problem is, no one wants it to end. I invite them all upstairs while I check on Liam. Danny usually sleeps over and Declan is more than willing to stay the night after letting grandpa know his intentions.

Liam is sleeping, curled up with the dog who is sprawled across the bed, a position that simply will not work. After settling the dog in his own bed, the rest of us take his place. Undressing Liam for the night, it prompts the same from everyone else. It pleases me that everyone is being so casual and congenial. I am particularly interested in watching the two brothers together, Declan and Danny. I think David and Jason are just as interested.

"Time for a show, boys," David comments offhand to Declan and Danny. "We finally have you naked together. Let's see some brotherly love."

"Fine, but don't think that lets you off the hook," Declan declares. "You promised us a double fuck and we intend to get it."

David looked at me as though Declan had spilled the beans on a big secret. He even blushed.

"C'mon Danny, lets show them what we do on stripper jobs," he said, finding a chair to place in front of the bed.

"We get asked to be strippers for birthday parties, bridal showers, gay bachelor parties and once even a swinger's club. Since we have kind of blown through the whole stripper part, we will show you what we do after that."

Danny sits down in the chair facing us and Declan kneels between his knees and begins to suck his cock. The view of Declan from behind with his broad shoulders and tiny waist and butt is very nice. In a very short amount of time, he gets up off his knees and we see that Danny is hard already.

"Everyone wants to see some fucking. And usually who they want to see get fucked, is the youngest one," Danny lectures while they demonstrate. "We have tried it the other way around, but it doesn't work as well. Of course, I don't mind at all," he says with a grin.

Declan stands on the chair putting his feet on either side of Danny's legs, facing the audience, and prepares to lower himself onto his brother's erection.

"Everyone likes to see it go in, so Declan will take my cock very slowly, letting everyone see that it hurts but he likes it," Danny explains while Declan does exactly what he just said. When Danny's cock starts to enter him, he performs, with the expression on his face and sounds of both pain and pleasure.

Even though Danny explains the reactions are an act, I believe them. As the boy sinks down on his brother's shaft, it has the intended effect on me. I want it to be my cock going up inside of him.

"After everyone is horny from watching Declan take my cock, he switches it up a little," Danny continues. "He will pull all the way off a couple of times and then show them how he impales himself all over again. Women like that."

Declan did exactly what Danny described. Coming completely off of Danny's cock, he repeats the original show of stretching his sphincter and sliding down the shaft.

"Next, he will demonstrate what we call the cock drop," Danny said, as though commentating on a football play.

At the top of the stroke, Declan lets his weight plunge him onto his brother's cock all at once, shoving the cock balls deep inside of him. He lets out a gasp each time he hits bottom. The rest of us are unconsciously stroking or adjusting ourselves as we watch the boys perform.

"Now we change positions, but we always let the audience see me get fucked," Declan says, taking up the commentary. "Sometimes they want to touch us while we are fucking, or even join in."

Danny gets up from the chair, and Declan puts one foot up on it so we can see his butt as Danny fucks into him from behind. David focuses on the show exclusively, but Jason notices the effect the boys are having on me and comes over to sit against the headboard of the bed. Liam is still curled up next to me and Jason settles in next to him.

"When Danny lets go, he either cums on my face, so everyone can see, or in my mouth," Declan says. "If he cums on my face, I always suck his cock clean. They either really like it or they think it is yucky."

Sliding to his knees, he takes Danny's cock in his mouth and we watch his throat as he swallows down his brother's release.

"Oh, man, you get paid to do this?" David exclaims. "Where do I sign up! Jason, we could be partners. You do this in front of complete strangers? That is so hot."

"Now it is your turn," Declan challenges David. "I think a blind fold and your hands tied behind your back. You have to guess who is doing what."

Before David can object, the two boys find a couple of my ties and have him blind and bound. He wanders around bumping into things while the boys dart in to playfully poke and grab at him. While they are playing, Jason purposely does the same to Liam. The little boy always responds in his sleep. As Jason touches him, he squirms against his hand and he gets an erection.

"What are you doing?" I ask Jason.

"I know you want to," he says, teasing me. "Think about it while we go molest David. We would all like to watch you be with him the first time. You know he won't object."

Jason left me to join the others. I take his place, touching the boy cuddled at my side.

"Okay big brother, you get this freebie and then you have to guess," Jason says as he moves in and gives David a long passionate kiss.

"No way I could mistake that kiss," David says appreciatively.

Grabbing David's cock, Declan bends over to suck on it while Danny plays with his butt.

"Pretty sure that is Jason or Declan sucking on me," David guesses. "That must mean Danny is going to fuck me."

Just to keep him from being right, Jason takes Danny's place, fumbling with himself until he gets in. Hanging on to his older brother's waist, he pushes him towards the foot of the bed. He falls back on the bed, pulling his brother down on top of him.

"Ow, you just fucked my tonsils dude," David complains.

Danny rushes over, holding David's legs out wide while Jason fucks up from under him.

"Okay, let's see if you can take it like a man," Declan challenges, "or whimper like a little girl."

He straddles Jason's legs and works his cock in beside Jason's.

"Oh, fuck, I don't know about this," David says as soon as he figures out what they are doing. "I have never been DP'd [double penetration] before."

I watch, wondering if the two younger boys will manage to both get inside of him at the same time. They have a better chance of success than if Danny is one of the participants. Jason keeps up his action while Declan experiments with getting himself lubricated and hard enough to force his way in.

"Uh uh, no way," David whines. "Feels like a freaking fist trying to get in there. I want to be a good sport guys, but you are hurting me."

Declan keeps at it, working himself in a little at a time using his fingers to stretch David out and then getting his cock started on top of Jason's. Jason stopped moving, letting Declan take the lead and get himself more firmly inside. Danny, keeps David's legs raised and spread to the side for maximum access.

"Oh frick, I can feel you in there, you bastard. My hole is going to be flapping in the breeze after this. Don't go deep, man, that will kill me."

In spite of David's complaints both boys synchronize their movements so they are both shoving into him at the same time. David elapses into incoherent sounds after that. Continuing to drive deeper, the young studs make it their goal to get balls deep together.

"Yeah, hurry up and finish it you fiends," David yells. "You are splitting my ass wide open."

Both boys drive in deep and simultaneously shoot their loads. It is a perfect ending to a lesson David will not soon forget. Be careful what you wish for! When the boys pull out and release David, he sits quietly rubbing his sore behind.

"Okay dad, now it is your turn," Jason says to me.

The other boys just stare, unaware of what he is talking about. I look down at Liam, his penis erect from my playing with it. I want him in the worst way. Pulling him into my lap, my fingers find his nipple. When I pinch it, he murmurs in his sleep. So small, so cute. Will he be able to take me?

"Let me help you dad," Jason said, pulling Liam from my lap. "He won't break."

Jason positions Liam so his head is in his lap. Rubbing himself across the little boy's lips, Liam wakes to a cock rubbing against his lips. As he sucks on it, Jason holds on to one of his legs, spreading his little ass cheeks right in front of me.

"C'mon dad, we all want to see your first time with him," Jason announces, gesturing to the other boys.

Moving closer, I let my cock slide down between his butt cheeks. I don't know why it is such a big deal, maybe because we have waited so long. Jason reaches over Liam to touch my cock and guide it to the target. I don't need the help, but I let him do it so I don't have to. When Jason has me inside, I freeze, my cock pulsing with the beat of my heart. It is Liam who breaks the stalemate. Moving ever so slightly, he fucks himself on the end of my cock.

It is such a small movement, but feels so good. I move in a little further and he continues to make the same movement, in and out, in and out. The movement teases my cock, making it crave more. More movement, more fucking, just more. Jason stops what he is doing, and grabs both of Liam's legs just under his butt, he holds them up so his ass is presented to my cock while Liam rests against Jason's chest. He is now at the perfect angle for me to fuck into him. Getting to my knees, I take advantage and fuck the full length of my erection. So tight, so warm, there is nothing like fucking a boy hole. It is impossible to describe how delicious it feels.

The other boys join us, each supporting a part of Liam's body so that he is laid out in their arms. They pull his knees up so I can fuck him while he is being caressed on all sides by four sets of hands. Driving into him, he doesn't whimper or cry. He squirms against me and the others, making sounds of pain and pleasure just like the older boys. They stroke him so when I cum, he does too.

Each of the boys hug him and then he comes to me. I kiss him and hold him tight. It is then, and not before, that it really feels like Liam is a full-fledged member of the family.

Chapter Nine
Batter Up

"Danny, come over here," grandpa calls out to me. "I need you to take on a new boy."

"Aw, grandpa," I whine. "Can't Michael do it?"

I am exhausted, ready for my bed. I worked late tonight, learning how to setup and monitor student security and lesson materials. All of the students receive laptops and network credentials. I am now the administrator for all of that and more. I don't even want to hang out with the commander or his sons tonight. I just want to fall into bed and dream. It is dark out and I can just make out grandpa sitting in his usual chair on the porch.

"I don't think I can take nursing another nine-year-old," I declare, but approach the old man regardless of my protests.

"I am not nine," the boy standing in the shadows said. "I can pretend to be nine, if you want me to."

He steps out of the shadows and I can see that he has two black eyes, one swollen shut and a split lip.

"Jesus!" I exclaim before I catch myself.

"Nope, far as I know we don't even look alike," he smart mouths. Gesturing at his face he adds, "You should see the other guy."

I sigh. "I got it from here, grandpa," I say to the old man, understanding now why he picked me. "You, come with me," I instruct the new kid.

I take him to the common room and setup two straight backed chairs in front of the fireplace. I set him in one and I take the other. Now that I can see him in the light, his beating is worse than I first thought.

"You ought to go to the police," I advise.

The boy laughs uproariously, hysterically. "The sheriff is my pa," he confesses after he gets himself back under control.

"Shit, you are Bobby, aren't you?" I determine. "I heard about you. Your pa beats on you because you are gay."

"Well, yeah," he said gesturing at himself, "but this is my fault. I usually just take it. This time I fought back." He laughs again.

"Why not go to the commander?" I ask. "You are in with them; they would protect you."

"God no, and you can't tell them," he begs. "They would be all about revenge. They already got a kind of blood feud going between them and my pa. I don't want to cause trouble. I just want to lay low and heal up."

"Okay, your funeral dude," I capitulate. "Here is the standard spiel. Every boy who stays here earns their keep. That means you will be assigned jobs. Some jobs you will like and others you won't. Doesn't matter. You do them anyway. You understand?"

"Got it."

"No, I don't think you do," I insist. "Mostly the jobs will be one of three things. Houseboy to some family here in the compound, escort or making porn movies."

"Yeah, like said, got it," he repeated. "If selling myself is what I need to do, then that's what I will do."

"Take off your clothes," I demand.

"Gosh, I usually at least get introduced first," he jokes as he struggles to get his shirt off over his head. It is obvious, the boy is hurt worse than he is letting on.

"I'm Danny," I tell him as I get out my camera. "Someday you will thank me for taking these pictures. They are your protection."

"So, you are not just another pretty face," he flirts, unfastening his pants and trying to bend over enough to untie his shoes.

"Let me help you, wise guy," I offer.

He sits back down on the chair and I untie and take off his shoes and socks. Pulling off the pants, I prepare to take the photos. Bobby pulls off his underwear and turns around, putting one knee on the chair. There are welts from a belt all down his back and across his butt and upper thighs. He has a handprint on one butt cheek.

"Looks like your pa gets up close and personal," I comment, taking close-ups of the welts and the handprint.

"A smack is not worth much unless it is on bare skin," Bobby confirms. "He says it will all stop if I will just quit being gay." He laughs again, like it is all so hilarious. "I used to try and pray the gay away. Never seemed to take."

"Turn around."

The front is worse than the back. Besides the welts across his chest and stomach there are bruises up and down his torso and on the inside of his thighs. Even some marks around his neck.

"How did you get bruises that high up on your thigh?" I question, taking pictures as we talk.

"I think he was aiming at my nuts and missed," he reports. "Like I said, it is my fault because I was swinging and kicking like a son of a bitch."

"Stop saying that, dude," I insist. "Don't ever say that again. None of this is your fault. You should go to a doctor and get checked out."

He shook his head defiantly and I knew better than to insist. With the pictures finished, I dug out some disinfectant, pain pills, lotion and a cold pack and took him up to my bed to lie down. I put disinfectant on the scrapes and lotion to sooth the welts. There isn't much I can do to help him. We wait for the disinfectant to dry before he can roll over.

"It is kind of standard policy that you sleep with me the first week so I can show you the ropes," I inform him shyly. "You are older and more experienced than most of the boys that come here. We can waive the requirement in your case."

"Don't you dare," he shot back, his voice muffled in the pillow. Turning over he adds, "I don't want to be alone right now."

"Okay, but no funny stuff," and we both laugh as I put the cold pack on his eye.

Finishing up what I can do, I let him rest.

"I need to do some things and then I will be back," I told him, brushing his hair back and feeling his forehead for fever.

Grandpa is still out on the porch and I join him.

"You know that boy is the sheriff's son?" I begin.

"Yep."

"He finds him here, they are going to burn our ass," I warn.

"Yep."

"I don't understand," I lament. "Boy gets beat, but everyone is going to be on his pa's side. They will drag his ass back home or put him in the system to take his chances. He has got no say. It ain't right."

"Nope."

"Well, I am glad we had this talk," I say sarcastically. "You have been such a big help."

The old man stayed silent, letting me fume.

"You know, half of what people tell you is bullshit and the other half is probably bullshit," he said in his gravelly voice that always sounds like he is about to cough up something. "Santa Clause, the Easter Bunny and the Tooth Fairy are all bullshit. You have to figure out the rest for yourself."

"Who knew you were such a deep philosopher," I comment dryly. He ignores me.

"Everyone wants to tell you what is good and what is evil. It usually ends up that whoever is saying it is good and everyone else is evil. The world around us is growing infantile, son. Like a kid growing backwards. We reason less and rely on emotions more," he sighs. "I am just an old man trying to explain things you shouldn't need to understand. If you don't remember anything else, just remember everyone, and I mean everyone is trying to manipulate you. They all want something and only a few are thinking about what is good for you."

"That sounds quite cynical," I say thoughtfully. "Do you think the commander is manipulating me? Manipulating us?"

"Of course he is, son," grandpa insists. "That doesn't mean you shouldn't take advantage of it. You got potential Danny. I see it, the commander sees it. Only you can decide if what he is manipulating you to do is good for you."

"Sometimes I think it is all so pointless," I confess to the old man who has been my mentor longer than anyone else. "Why am I trying so hard? What do I really want?"

"Good things to ask yourself," grandpa agrees. "Just means you are growing up. If you are asking my advice, I say find something you love. I don't mean finding somebody to make goo goo eyes at either."

"Goo goo eyes?" I chuckle. "Really?"

"Infatuation," the old man continues his lecture. "Everyone believes if you are blood related, you have to love them. If you marry someone, it must be love. If you want to have sex with someone, it feels like love. For our one word, the Greeks had six. They knew the difference between infatuation, lust and charity. They have a different word for each. What they didn't have words for was homosexual and heterosexual. The commander was not the first to believe you shouldn't let others label you as straight or gay. Of course, the Greeks also recognized the value of intimate relationships between older and younger men. Mentoring of a younger boy may or may not have also been sexual. The Greeks were much more sophisticated about sex and love than we are today."

"Wow, where did that come from?" I ask, suddenly aware of a depth of thinking I had not suspected from the old man before. "Does that mean you are my non sexual mentor and the commander is my sexual mentor?"

"I can barely pee anymore, don't be expecting me to get it up to fuck your ass," he says with disdain.

"Gee, thanks for that visual I could have lived without," I joke.

"Find someone or something you can love. Don't let anyone else tell you what that is or should be."

"I think I understand at least a little," I reason. "Find something or someone I can feel passionate about. Especially for us with fucked up families, we shouldn't believe all the bullshit people tell us. We need to be practical and decide for ourselves."

"Not as dumb as you look, boy," grandpa groused companionably. "Now leave a poor old man in peace."

As I was leaving, I turn around to say one last thing. "I know you worry about me getting too infatuated with the commander. I'm not family to him and you don't want me to get hurt. I'll be careful. Thank you for caring, grandpa."

Bobby is sleeping by the time I return. I quickly undress and slide in behind him. I try to be careful and not touch anything that will be painful, which is pretty much everything.

"It's okay, I wouldn't mind someone holding me," he murmurs.

I pull him back into my arms so that our bodies touch.

"Thank you for being so nice to me," he says. "I know me being here could mean trouble for everyone. I just didn't know where else to go."

"You always talk so much when you get beat up?"

He laughs. "Ow, don't make me laugh like that. They told me to make it official I have to ask you to fuck me. So, will you fuck me, Danny? Please?"

While I fucked him, he cried. Not because of me, but because of everything he had just walked away from. Like so many other gay teens, his own family didn't want the real him. And that hurts, no matter how fucked up they are, it always hurts.

Chapter Ten
Education

Every boy at the monastery is required to attend the community private school until they graduate. This school is not like anything your parents ever attended. Josh is the human teacher, but the real taskmaster is an artificial intelligence simply called Computer. Sometimes we have classes together in person with Josh, but most of the time we work at our own pace on our laptops directed by the Computer. And, no summer break! It is proven that children learn better without a big break in their education schedule. As an alternative to the big summer break, the schedule is more flexible with smaller breaks throughout the year.

There are required courses to learn and then the Computer encourages us to explore subjects that interest us. My work as the commander's executive assistant has sparked my interest in computer science and artificial intelligence. Living in the monastery has led me to study psychology and social work.

Today we are all required to attend sex education. Most of us are quite sure we have the basics down already. There is a lot of speculation about how lame this will be. Old movies about venereal diseases. Perhaps vague uncomfortable talks about animals mating. Lots of giggling and silly penis jokes.

Day One:

"Attention class! Everyone take your seats please," Josh instructs pleasantly. "This is sex education week. We will be discussing many taboo subjects like incest, rape, gay and straight. We will also be discussing what privileges you have here inside the community versus everywhere else. I know that you understand that most children under the age of sixteen are not supposed to have sex with anyone and if you have sex with anyone over the age of sixteen it is illegal and that person may be prosecuted. You must never speak to anyone outside of the community about sexual activities within the community and certainly not about sex with a family member. If you leak private information and there are legal consequences because of it, you and your family will forfeit your right to property and be banned permanently from the community. It is written into the bylaws, no exceptions!"

"The Computer will quiz you on the biology but there are some things the Computer cannot do, at least not yet. This week will be all about interacting with each other. This has all been cleared with your parents already. By the end of the week no student will leave this class a virgin. You will have at least one sexual experience with a boy and a girl."

The class is abuzz with whispered conversations. Some are excited, some terrified, but he certainly has everyone's attention.

"The lesson for today is touch. The human body craves touch. Unfortunately, our society is paranoid about touching each other. Tommy, would you come up here and help me? Tommy is our youngest student at just five-years-old."

Josh waits for Tommy and when he gets there, he takes the boy's shirt off. He rubs his shoulders and chest while continuing his lecture.

"In every other traditional school outside of this community, for what I just did I would be accused of inappropriately touching a minor. I would be fired as a teacher and possibly put in jail. Now, Tommy doesn't need to be embarrassed that I am going to take his clothes off, because we are all going to take our clothes off. There is no need to feel embarrassed. Every child I know thinks they are too skinny, too fat, too short, too tall. I assure you, each of you are beautiful in your own way. Everyone take off your clothes now, before we continue."

There is a lot of looking around, everyone waiting for someone else to go first. The boys outnumber the girls by a lot. I am sympathetic, but Hanna at least, seems less intimidated than most of the boys. I like seeing everyone nude, but the one that really catches my attention is Josh. The ex-Mormon swimmer is exceptionally well built and handsome and he strips down along with the rest of us.

"It is okay to look at or even touch each other. We are taught that a boy touching a boy is gay and a girl touching a girl is lesbian and a boy touching a girl or a girl touching a boy is straight. I assure you; every one of the same sex is biologically the same. You may hear arguments about the gay gene or choosing the homosexual lifestyle. These may be interesting academic discussions, but they are not relevant to what we will be doing here in this class. Whom we touch or even have sex with does not turn us gay or straight. Of course, we all have preferences about everything in life, including body types and sex. Those preferences are part of our psychological makeup."

"Everyone can see now that Tommy is naked. With his permission I am going to touch him on his privates. Touching should feel good. When I touch and stroke Tommy's penis you will see that he enjoys the touch. I know you may have been taught that touching yourself or having someone touch you will hurt or is wrong. I encourage you to judge for yourselves. See how he responds to a little touching. There are many sensitive areas on our body that enjoy being touched. The ear, the neck, feet, between the legs, the anus. How does that feel? Good, thank you for helping me. You can take your seat now."

The little boy seemed to take it all in stride. What could be a traumatic experience under other circumstances, is no big deal when experienced without the hysteria of societal and religious norms. Did I mention I have been studying psychology and social work?

"Michael please come up. Michael hires out as an erotic masseuse for both men and women. I have asked him to demonstrate erotic touching. Michael, who will be your volunteer? Johnny come up and help us by letting Michael touch you. I will be demonstrating for the girls and I will ask my daughter Hanna to come up. Full disclosure, my wife and I have sex with our daughter and our sons. As you probably know already, most of the families here in this community have intimate relationships with their children."

Michael starts Johnny out on his back, spreading oil on his body. He has one of the nicest bodies of all the boys in the house. His skin is a flawless alabaster white, his handsome face framed by his curly auburn hair. Genetics bequeathed him a smooth chest with well-defined pecs and a slim torso. Michael does the extremities first, massaging the fingers, arms and shoulders. He moves to the toes, feet and legs, saving the body core for last. Josh copies his technique on Hannah. So far, the massage and touching are exactly the same.

As Michael moves to the chest, he pays particular attention to the nipples. Josh does the same. Moving down he at last begins to masturbate Johnny, his hands massaging his penis and balls aggressively. Josh does the equivalent to his daughter, masturbating her openly while she pants and squirms under his touch. Michael pulls the oil coated shaft and balls away from his body, his strong hands sliding over every inch of the slick sensitive skin over and over. When Johnny makes movements indicating he is about to orgasm, Michael stops and helps him turn over. Repeating the same procedure, he starts with the extremities and works his way down his back. When he reaches his butt, he takes his time massaging the two globes of flesh as well as the sensitive areas between his thighs. With lots of oil, he begins an anal massage, eventually penetrating the sphincter to perform a prostate massage. His fingers disappear up inside of him, opening him up. Josh performs the anus and sphincter massage, but of course, Hannah is a girl and does not have a prostate.

As the massage becomes more intense, Michael uses his body to hold Johnny against him, raising him up enough that we can see his erection while he is still being anally probed. The fingers penetrate faster, the stroke longer, building up the pressure gradually. Josh attempts to copy the technique, substituting vaginal masturbation in place of the prostate massage. Both volunteers' orgasm at about the same time. Michael is able to make Johnny cum by prostate massage alone.

"Thank you, class. Your homework assignment is to find a partner and exchange an erotic massage. I expect you back here tomorrow, in your seats, naked, and on time.

Day Two:

"Okay class, come to attention. Quiet please," Josh calls out over the noise of the student's excited conversations.

"I hope that everyone enjoyed their homework assignment. I know I did. Today the subject is oral sex. As you know, I am sure, oral sex is stimulating your partner with your lips and tongue. I am including in this topic, kissing. Danny, would you be my volunteer today? Please come to the front of the class. Thank you. Being a good kisser can take some practice. The coordination and placement of the lips with your partner is important. Let me demonstrate."

When Josh kissed me there was a surge of excited adrenaline. His masculine lips on mine are electric and the reaction is immediate. I hold the kiss as long as I dare before pulling back. It may have been my imagination, but I thought he felt the attraction too, at least a little bit.

"Hmm, as you can tell, a kiss can be very pleasant. Besides your lips, you will want to explore your partner with your tongue. Enjoy the touch and taste of your partner, experiment with lips pressure and suction."

He leaned in and we kiss again, his tongue entering my mouth and we touch tongues ending with my sucking on his tongue before letting it go. My erection is obvious and almost painful. When I check, he has one too.

"You have some experience, I can tell. I don't usually get an erection from kissing a boy. That is a credit to your technique."

I am sure I blushed. It is embarrassing for everyone to see my attraction to the teacher, even if this is sex education class.

"Everyone find a partner and practice kissing. Don't be shy. If you need a breath mint, I have some available."

"Class, I hope everyone has had a chance to practice kissing. Time for us to move on. Virtually anywhere on the body can be stimulated orally. For the girls, I would like to ask Hannah to help us again. For the boys, Danny and your brother Declan. Hannah and Declan will lie down on the table and Danny and I will demonstrate some of the most popular oral stimulation. As a reminder, we will start with kissing."

Josh kisses Hannah passionately. Clearly, they don't need the practice. Declan grins up at me from his position on the table. When we kiss, he does most of the oral activity, scouring my mouth with his tongue. By the time he finishes, I have to gasp for breath. It got some chuckles from the class who are experienced enough to know Declan is being the aggressive one.

"The next popular oral stimulation area is the breast or nipple. It is a myth that boys do not have sensitive nipples and do not enjoy licking, sucking, pulling or biting."

Josh squeezed Hannah's breast, licked and sucking on it. I did the same to Declan along with some pulling until I got him to cry out. Pay back is hell.

"Next is, of course, the biggest difference between oral sex with a boy or a girl. Danny will be stimulating the penis and scrotum and I will be stimulating the vulva. You will be able to see Declan's reaction to the stimulation."

Declan already has a partial erection, so it doesn't take long at all to bring him the rest of the way with my mouth. I enjoy sucking Declan because he is so sensitive and responsive. Just licking his balls makes his cock jerk. The class loves it.

"Finally, we come to the last position we will demonstrate today. Sometimes called rimming, the oral stimulation of the anus and sphincter, often accompanied by fingering. So that you can see better, I will ask our helpers to get on their hands and knees, butt towards the class, and spread your legs. Yes, very nice."

Declan is psyched that I have to lick his ass in front of everyone. It doesn't bother me much; Declan has a nice ass. Getting my tongue in there is easy, trying to let the class see me do it is not. In between tongue sessions, I finger him, letting the class see me open him up before tonguing him again. There can be all kinds of yuck factor to rimming without proper hygiene. With Declan it is just his taste, no different than his smell. I identify it as part of him, a person I love and who loves me. I have played with him since he was a baby.

"That will be all today, class. Your assignment is to find a partner and practice all the basic oral sex positions. Again, class same time tomorrow, be here, naked, and on time."

"Teacher?" Mikey asked, raising his hand. "Can we practice oral sex on you?"

"Oh, I think it's better if you find one of your classmates," Josh objects.

Since Josh is standing behind the table Declan is on, he simply reaches over and slips the end of his cock into his mouth. Recognizing an opportunity when I see one, I lean over and begin licking and sucking on his nipple. His chest is more defined than the other boys, a man's chest. The class reacts, several of the boys coming up to join Declan sucking his cock and balls or to get their face between his ass cheeks. While others are divvying up body parts, I indulge myself by kissing him again.

Day Three:

"You are hoping Josh will pick you today, aren't you?" Declan asks, badgering me at the breakfast table.

"Who do you want to fuck you?" I ask, hopefully changing the subject.

"You," he says grinning.

"Yeah, nice butt kiss, but I know better," I said, calling his bluff. "Who do you want really?"

"I know you got a crush on the teacher; it is like written all over you every time you are near him," Declan declares. "Maybe I wouldn't mind him doing me too."

"I don't know what it is about him, maybe I just like older men," I confess. "Maybe everyone has a crush on their teacher."

"Are you kidding? The man is hot," Declan exclaims, rubbing himself. "He is like the perfect sex ed teacher because he makes you want to have sex!"

"Attention class. I know this is the day some of you have been waiting for or dreading. Today we demonstrate and eventually will practice sexual intercourse. I will ask Hannah to assist me again. The most traditional sexual intercourse is for a boy to penetrate a girl's vagina. Foreplay, physical, psychological or both, is essential to a good sexual intercourse experience. Physical foreplay includes all of the things we have practiced so far."

Josh took a few minutes to kiss and touch Hannah while the class watches jealously.

"Psychological foreplay may be as simple as setting a time to meet for sex, generating anticipation. Wearing provocative clothing, flirting, phone sex are some other techniques and I am sure you can come up with lots of other ideas to use. Just remember boys are more visual than girls. Seeing someone naked is great psychological foreplay for boys. For girls, a romantic gesture may be more stimulating than a dick pic. Just saying guys."

As he continues to lecture, Josh begins a very traditional missionary position with his daughter. As his cock penetrates her, she unabashedly shows how much she craves his sexual attention.

"What you are seeing would be considered heterosexual attraction and sex with the opposite gender. The fastest growing designation is bisexual or heteroflexible. Attraction to the opposite or same gender depending on the circumstance. While you need to know about the labels used by our society, we discourage labeling yourself or anyone else. Labeling is limiting yourself to a predefined stereotype so that others can manipulate you into preassigned roles. Why do that?"

Josh changes positions, with Hannah on her side, he fucks her from behind allowing the class a clear view of his erection entering her body.

"I encourage you to practice the six basic positions. (1) Missionary, girl on her back and the boy on top. (2) Doggy, one partner on their hands and knees with the other behind. (3) Legs on shoulder, partner on back with legs over their partner's shoulders. (4) Jockey, one partner positioned on stomach, entry from behind. (5) Sideways – partner on side and entry from behind. (6) Cowgirl/Cowboy – on partner on their back and the other sitting on top."

Josh demonstrates each position, keeping himself hard, Hannah wet, and the class mesmerized.

"Thank you, Hannah. Declan, if you wouldn't mind helping out again today? Anal sex can be very enjoyable for both partners if done properly. Recent studies have shown that boys under the age of eighteen are twice as likely as girls to have participated in anal sex. All the same positions we discussed before except missionary may be used in anal sex. I will ask Declan to begin on his side so that you may observe."

When lucky Declan is positioned on the table so that everyone can see his ass, Josh begins to lube him up with his fingers. Getting his fingers up in there, he makes a point of gently stretching him out while continuing to instruct.

"If you know in advance that you will be penetrated anally, you should prepare by cleaning your rectum with an enema solution. Your class materials will have specific information and instructions on the procedure. Almost always, you will want to use lubricant and I highly recommend fingering to loosen and prepare the anus for entry. How does that feel Declan? Do you like the feel of my fingers inside of you?"

Declan nodded, apparently already speechless from the unusual circumstances of being probed in front of the entire class.

"As I penetrate Declan, I want to be sure that he has adjusted before continuing further. See now as I press the head against his sphincter, it gives way and stretches to accommodate the size of my penis. This is the time when it is most likely there may be some discomfort. The more foreplay, the less discomfort. How do you feel? Do you want me to take my cock out of you?"

Declan shook his head, groaning a little as his muscle closes around the thick head inside of him.

"You will want to experiment with the depth, strength and speed of your penetration. Vary your positions and above all try to be aware of what your partner is feeling."

With that comment, he kisses Declan and begins to fuck him while simultaneously stroking him. Declan seems to be in a state of ecstasy. Ignoring everyone watching, he moans and meets Josh's thrusts enthusiastically until he begins to spurt cum. It takes Josh more time to get to his own orgasm, which he displays to the class by pulling out and unloading on Declan.

"No assignment tonight. Tomorrow everyone will have an opportunity to experience what we have discussed today. Take the rest of the time today to get current in the course materials. Come to class tomorrow prepared to give and receive anal penetration. I will provide a strap-on for the girls, so don't think you will be exempt from any aspect of the exercise.

Day Four:

"Class, divide up into three groups. Hannah will be with group one, Mary with group two and Cindy Brooks will be assigned to group three. Mrs. Brooks is the educator who created your course work. I have asked her to help us out today so that we have a girl or woman for each group. The goal today is not necessarily for you to experience an orgasm. If you do, great. The goal is for you to interact with your partner and to experience the act of sexual intercourse. Besides participating in vaginal sex, it is expected you will also give and receive anal penetration. Are there any questions?"

"Shouldn't we only have sex with someone we love?" one of the boys from a family household asks.

"Certainly, that would be ideal. Unfortunately, unrealistic for our class purposes. Think of our class like football practice. You don't just play football in an actual game, you practice first. Why? Because you want to be your best and know what you are doing when you play a real game. You want to be the best partner you can be when you are with the person you love, whomever that person may be. This community is founded on the principle that sex is best with someone you love, especially if that person is in your own family. Any other questions?"

I am in Hannah's group. I would be lying if I said it wasn't strange to have sex with Josh's daughter. He came over to watch while I was inside of her. It seemed to excite him to see her being used by all the boys in our group. She doesn't seem to mind.

For the anal part of the exercise, I paired with a family boy I don't know. He is nice looking and friendly. I let him be the top first. We are the oldest boys in the group and everyone seems to want to watch us. Using the sideways position first, he got inside of me without too much trouble. I appreciate that we are both experienced. Breaking in a younger boy takes a lot more patience and skill. I kind of enjoy the attention. Hannah is paying particularly close attention. I don't understand why until I am enthusiastically fucking the kid and Josh comes over to ask his son how he is doing. Shit! That means his son, Elijah, just had sex with his sister, Hannah, and I have had sex with both of them.

I must have been doing okay, because Josh came back later to ask if I would personally do his six-year-old son Aaron. Double shit! I try to be extra gentle opening him up. There are other boys who would have been easier for him to take. If he cries, it will ruin my whole day.

Day Five:

"Class, today we will discuss some of the more common fetishes such as sadists, masochists, domination and submission. Instead of enacting each, which would take time and equipment, the Computer will show us videos instead. Before we begin, I want to remind you of the party to be hosted at the monastery tomorrow night to celebrate this year's school graduates."

Grandpa allowed a temporary suspension of the alcohol ban in the house, so that wine can be served at the graduation party the monastery will be hosting. Everyone wants to make a good impression on the resident families who will be attending the first ever party hosted by the boys. Each boy assigned to a family as a houseboy will be responsible to serve their family's every need during the party. The rest of us will be greeters, waiters, cooks and entertainment.

As the guests begin to arrive, Michael and I greet them at the door. Declan will service the commander's family tonight so that I am free to help out where needed. The great room, on the main floor, is decked out with big urns full of magnolia blossoms and forest ferns. Picked from the wooded slopes of the holler, they provide beauty and a pleasant fragrance to the room. A fire is blazing in the fireplace and the flickering light creates a magical space of class and charm. All the boys are dressed up and on their best behavior tonight. Each boy is dressed in a white tuxedo vest (no shirt) and tight white pants. All of us are well trained to be sexy and charming when necessary.

One of the boys is a fairly accomplished classical guitarist. It sets the mood for the guests to mingle, sipping wine and tasting the delectable French hors d'oeuvres Declan made with the help of his mentor, Anders, the French chef. The commander arrives last with his three sons and Declan dotes on their every whim. The commander and his boys are handsome in their own matching version of a tuxedo, complete with bow tie.

"Attention please," the commander calls out. "Please, may I have your attention. We are gathered tonight to celebrate the first graduates of our community school. Michael and David, would you please join me?"

"We, and now I believe I speak for the whole community, when I say how proud we are of you. You have exceeded our expectations and it is with great pride that I present to you a gift from the community."

He hands each of them an envelope.

"What this represents is a full university scholarship, if you so choose," the commander explains. "There are some requirements regarding grades, but nothing you can't handle. You are the beginning of what we hope will be a tradition for the children of this community. To become healthy, educated young men and women, a credit to the community. Be aware that you belong to us no matter where you go or what you do in the future, we will always have your back. We love you and want only the best for you now and always. Please join me in a toast. To Michael and David! Cheers!"

"But, commander, I am still on probation. I betrayed you," Michael reminds the commander, speaking aside quietly after the toast.

"Your probation is lifted, Michael," the commander states. "I understand what you were doing. I would prefer you trust me, but I understand why you don't. Oh, and I forgot to mention, Danny and I found an apartment for you and David to share. I hope you like it because we had to secure it right away. University housing is in short supply and the good apartments go early."

"You mean, we will live on our own?" Michael asks incredulously. "I don't know, grandpa needs me and I don't take charity. I always earn my own way."

"Don't be a fool, Michael," David chimes in. "We get to be in college and live on our own, dude. What is better than that?"

"I don't know," Michael insists. "Nobody owns me, I earn my keep."

"Fine," the commander says, "I will take it out in trade. Come home on the weekends with David. Five hundred a night, a thousand a weekend."

"What?" Michael exclaims.

"You think that is a lot of money until you have to pay your way," the commander says shaking his head. "Student life is expensive, but it will be good for you to live on a budget."

"What about me?" David pouts. "If he is worth a thousand a weekend, aren't I worth that too?"

"Fine," the commander agrees. "You are such a clothes hound; I will be saving money putting you on a thousand a week budget. Just remember you asked for it."

The party was a huge success. The boys raked in gifts, most of it money. Some of the gifts were very generous. I could tell Michael was overwhelmed by the outpouring of generosity and support from the families, some of which he barely knew.

"Grandpa, I don't get it," I said when I had the old man off to ourselves. "Why are they doing this? David, I understand, but why Michael? Do you think they will do something like this for all of us if we graduate?"

"You ask a lot of questions I can't answer boy," grandpa responds, seemingly as puzzled as I am. "Mebbe you should ask that man who has been fucking you those questions."

After most of the parents said their polite goodbyes, the kid's party in the downstairs common room is just revving up. The theme is toga party meets disco. It is a satire on frat parties planned by boys who have never been to a frat party and probably never will.

Sheets were stripped from beds and the linen closet and are now worn in a variety of ways by boys, and a few girls, of all ages. A couple of the younger boys are wrapped so tight they looked like mummies with arms. JD is here, wearing a sheet like a big diaper, sumo wrestler style. He has his pet BJ on a leash, naked, crawling after him or sitting at his feet. Declan helped me fix my toga sarong style after stripping out of the more formal party uniform.

Boys attacked David and Michael the moment they came down the stairs, stripping off their clothes and replacing them with colorful sheets. David wore his over his shoulder like a roman soldier. Michael looked more like an ancient scholar, knotted on one shoulder and hanging low across his chest exposing one side of his chest.

Jason rented an old disco ball with colored spots and the whole room is rotating with light. The music is blaring Gloria Gainer's It's Raining Men and the boys are dancing. One thing you got to say about disco, it is all about the dancing and our boys can dance! There is a direct correlation between the disappearance of the tray of Jell-O shots and the amount of visible skin. Knots slip loose, arms and legs bare, chests exposed, slick with sweat. The tempo builds, and in the middle of it all is Michael. He has been the arbitrator of arguments, the example, the inspiration of all the younger boys. They gather around him like goslings, knowing this may be the last time it will be like this. They revel in his success as much as if it were their own.

I move through the crowd until I stand in front of him and he stops. We look at each other. We have never been best buds, but we have shared the responsibilities and rewards together for a long time. It will be strange when he is not here. I pull out the box I have been hiding in my robe.

"Congratulations Michael," I yell in his ear over the music. "I know David got a car for his graduation present. I'm sorry we can't manage something like that. But this is from all of us. I had it designed by a local artisan just for you."

He takes the box from me and removes the cover. There is a gold chain and medallion against black velvet. Not one of those chunky pimp looking things. Michael hitches his breath as he reaches in and takes it out of the case. The medallion has a miniature relief of the monastery inside an interlocking chain design around the edge. There is a mountain range etched in the gold behind the monastery. The gold looks old even though it has just been created. The chain resembles a twisted rope, the links intricate and tasteful.

"Oh Danny, this is exquisite!" Michael says in awe. "This is too much. It had to cost a fortune."

"I hope you like it," I say, the boys crowding around now. "We wanted you to wear something to remember us by. Something that would make you feel how special you really are."

I fasten it around his neck, the medallion resting on his bare chest. His toga slips and he ties it around his waist, leaving his upper body bare. We hug. The move signals permission to the rest of the boys and they come to him one at a time. The lights and dancing continue, each boy in turn paying homage to their leader, their friend.

"Danny, don't you want to get your dick sucked?" JD asks.

He has BJ chest down, straddled across the straight back chair in front of the fireplace. I hear him instruct one of the resident family boys. "Use this end to get your dick hard, and that end to make it go soft again."

I watch the boy's eyes while he takes the cock fucking his mouth. There is nothing there. No defiance, no acceptance, no recognition, nothing.

"What have you done?" I question JD. "He needs a shrink, not a torturer."

"Doctor John sees him once a week," JD assures me. Doctor John is the resident psychologist who lives in the community with his two sons. "It has to be done. Believe me, I know."

I push the boy getting a blow job out of the way and kneel down in front of him. "Why?" I ask him face to face. "Why did you do it?"

BJ didn't answer me, JD did. "Because he has to hurt things. It builds up inside of him until he can't help it. He has to cut someone, beat something, tear something down. It is the nature of his beast."

There is still no flicker of response in his eyes as JD speaks, they stay completely dead. I pull BJ up by the arm and sit him in the chair. "Every boy who lives here has to earn their keep. You will be assigned jobs. Some jobs you will like, others you won't. Doesn't matter, you do them anyway. You understand?"

"What the hell do you think you are doing," JD growls at me.

"You broke him, now it is time to build him back up," I growl back. "BJ, do you want to stay here? You must choose to be with us, no one is going to force you or do it for you. Do you understand? You have to ask me to fuck you. Once you do that, you belong to our family. You live here with us, eat with us, work with us, belong to us just like every other boy here. You choose to be with us and you have a dozen brothers who are all on your side. Or you go back to JD and take your chances. I know it is hard. We have to know that you are willing to do what it takes, because we all rely on each other here. Do you have what it takes BJ? Do you want to be one of us?"

"You don't know what you are getting yourself into," JD argues, grabbing me by the shoulder and pulling me away from BJ.

"Let go of him," Michael demands. "This is our house, our rules."

The lights are flashing and the music blaring, but no one is dancing anymore. The boys gather around, several of them place themselves between me and JD.

"How about it, BJ. Do you have what it takes? Do you want to be one of us?" I interrogate, getting into his face.

Big tears fall down his cheeks and he sobs uncontrollably, rocking back and forth on the chair, hugging himself.

"You got to say it BJ," I demand of him. "Say it loud enough that everyone can hear you."

"Fuck me," he said quietly. "Please – fuck me." He repeats himself, getting louder each time. "Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Oh god, please fuck me."

"Declan, take him to the rag bag and get him some clothes," I demand.

"He can take my bed," Michael suggests. "Pair him up with Johnny."

Declan leads BJ away and the other boys go back to the party. I meet JD's stare. He isn't happy that I defied him, but I also get the idea he is secretly relieved to be free of the responsibility.

"Don't worry," I tell him. "He won't have it easy here. I will make sure he makes his appointment with Doctor John."

"Don't ever trust him," JD warns. "I say this for your protection. Don't think he will ever be loyal. He won't."

"Don't worry," I assure him. "We don't really trust anyone. Ever."

The colored lights are still rotating around and around the room, but the party has mellowed. The music is a soft jazz and the boys are playing pool and talking in small groups. Jeremy and some of the younger boys are sitting or snuggling together on the floor in front of the fireplace. Their togas now worn like capes or wrapped around them as a blanket.

Declan comes back with BJ wrapped in a sheet like the rest of us and passes the boy off to Johnny. Now that JD is gone, the boy has calmed himself and blends in with the rest of the group. Declan passes around the left-over hors d'oeuvres and we pass around a bottle of left-over wine. Motioning Michael over, we join the boys in front of the hearth. The heat from the fire feels good on our bare skin. Tommy and a couple of the other young boys sit on Michael's lap or cuddle against him. It starts to sink in that Michael will be gone, these quiet moments together are ones to be cherished.

David and Jason are the only resident family boys still hanging around. They sit one on each side of me, I give them each a kiss to let them know how much I appreciate their being here. More of the boys drift away from the games and join us on the floor. Johnny is particularly sensitive about Michael leaving. As dorm mates, they have lived together the longest. Johnny gives Michael a long kiss, and Michael lays back flat on the floor, pulling Johnny with him. Some of the other boys pull at the sheet around Michael's waist, pulling it away until they can lick the junction of his legs and the underside of his balls. A couple more boys move in to lick and suck his cock, squirming their naked bodies over the top of both the older boys.

The group becomes a mass of tangled sheets and bodies. The rotating-colored lights make the scene surreal. There are arms and legs intertwined, mouths sucking nipples and cocks, bodies rubbing against each other. It is a spontaneous expression of testosterone, maudlin emotions and too much wine. Michael rises above the bodies on his knees. Younger boys offer themselves to him, tempting him with their bodies until he picks one at random. Thrusting into the offered body, the cry is heard above the music and the other moans. He thrusts hard a half dozen times before choosing another body to use at random.

BJ sits at the edge of the orgy, mostly naked, clutching his sheet like a security blanket. I go over and yank him to his feet. I drag him back with me determined to finish his initiation in spite of the celebration. Forcing him to his knees, I get down on mine so I can get in his face.

"Don't forget you asked me to fuck you," I remind him.

He flops down on his back, pulling his knees to his chest so I can see his asshole. His eyes and face are still vacant as he waits for me to use him.

"Suck me first," I instruct, pushing his knees down so I can straddle his chest. I force my cock into his mouth and he takes it. "So, the whole time we were playing together, having fun, out on the sailboat you were planning on how to screw us? You are one cold mother fucker."

He sucks me good and hard, alternating between deep throating me and licking my shaft and balls. It doesn't take long at all before I have a raging hard on. David and Jason watch discreetly, taking it all in while pretending they can't hear a thing.

Moving down his body, I lift his feet and put them up against my shoulders. It stretches him out in front of me, lifting his butt as an offering to my cock. I am not gentle when I enter him and he cries out in spite of himself.

"I suppose you think I am weak for getting you away from JD," I say disdainfully as I fuck him. "You are probably planning right now how to fuck us up. You think you are something special because you hurt people. You're not. You are just an over privileged punk."

He takes my cock without any further reaction. Letting me fuck him but refusing to make eye contact or acknowledge my speaking to him.

"There are boys here, younger than you, who have done bad things. Spent time in juvie. Been thrown out on the street because their parents couldn't handle them. You are not so special, BJ."

I lean down over him, pressing his knees into his chest. He is trapped under my body, my cock buried deep inside of him. My face is inches from his.

"You had it all man. The parents, the house, being a porn star. You gambled and crapped out. You screw up here and we throw you out with the trash. Nobody here is going to trust you; nobody is going to hold your hand. You want a place here you got to earn it like everybody else. I know you are hearing me!"

There is a flash of anger in his eyes before it disappears again. I fuck him extra hard, knowing he doesn't like to get fucked. The anger comes back and stays this time.

"There you are, you fuck," I say, my chest pressing into his. "You take and take and take, even when you hurt them, they keep giving and you keep taking. That isn't how it works here. On the street, you get what you give, and all these boys here are street boys. You are fair to them; they will be fair back. But if you mess with them, they will mess with you back."

In spite of how angry I feel, my cock is ready to explode. The kid under me is thinking, probably figuring out his next scam. JD is right about one thing. I won't trust him until he earns it.

"I am going to cum in your ass and you are going to leave it in there. I want you to remember this fuck, because it is a warning. If you ever hurt my brother again or any of the boys here, I am going to mess you up bad. Count on it!"

I spurted in his well-used hole, making sure he got every last drop up inside of him. Pulling out, I let him up. "Welcome to the monastery."

Chapter Eleven
Grandpa

"Danny, I need you to come outside," grandpa said after dinner while the other boys cleaned up.

He took his usual chair to watch the sun set behind a distant mountain range. It is a magical time of evening when nature is real and people and their troubles are a distant thought.

"My daughter is coming tomorrow," he says cryptically.

"How nice," I say enthusiastically, "I didn't know you had a daughter. How long will she be visiting? Do you need for me to arrange a place for her to stay?"

"Quiet boy," he grumps. "This ain't no social visit. She is coming to get me. To take me with her."

"Oh, you need me to do something while you are gone? Should I get Michael? If you need someone to take over while you are away, he should probably hear this too, don't you think?"

"I said quiet!" he said louder than usual and banging his cane on the floor. Something he only did when he needs our attention for something important. "I'm sick. This old body is finally giving out and I need to go away for good. I want you to be in charge."

"No wait, you said Michael would be in charge. What is wrong? You can't just go."

"You are not listening, boy," he growls. "Michael is going to college. I never dreamed you boys would go to college. Danny, you have to make sure he gets that chance. I hate putting all of this on you, son, but you are the right man for the job."

He lapses into silence and I am dumbstruck. I can't take his place, this is preposterous!

"I know you boys tolerate me. The community thinks me an old fool they have to put up with. But you, you they like. They see your potential. You are young, good looking, congenial. You are the perfect face to represent the boys."

"I don't know what to say," I reply, unable to think of how to argue. This can't be happening.

"You say yes, Danny," Michael interjects, leading the rest of the boys out onto the porch. "You were always the leader, not me."

I want Michael to have his chance. The one chance to get away from his past, to have a decent life, the same opportunities as every other kid in the community. Maybe it is my destiny to be here, to make sure boys get their chance. Would that be so bad, to be left behind when the others go? I don't know if I am a big enough person to do it.

"Okay, I will try on one condition," I say, finally finding my voice again. "You have to stay, grandpa. You have to let us take care of you. We need you to be here, to give advice, to grouse and complain. We can't do this without you."

The other boys chime in, agreeing that he has to stay. The old man isn't crying, but he is clearly moved by the boys insisting he stay. We make a pact between us. He will never give up on us and we will never give up on him. Someday the boys will grow up and move on, and someday he will grow old and do what we are all fated to do. But until then, we are here for each other and for all the new boys who need us.

"Commander, you wanted to see me?" I ask, poking my head into the great room. He is sitting alone in his favorite chair. It is unusual because he is seldom alone. There is always someone around, the boys, JD, other parents. Always.

"Danny, please come in and have a drink with me," he says in his deep commanding voice that always gets to me.

"I don't know, those concoctions you come up with are lethal. I think they should be illegal."

He laughs at me, but not in a cruel way. I take the glass of something he has prepared for me, but stand in front of the fireplace. I am too wired to sit and relax.

"I won't be able to come to the lodge at night anymore," I say with regret. "Grandpa put me in charge of the house and I need to be with the boys at night."

"I know," he said softly. "I think he made a wise choice, but I will miss you."

"Michael will take care of you on the weekends and you have Liam now. Did David and Michael get moved into their apartment okay?"

"David and Michael are all moved in and have registered for their classes. You know I just said that so Michael would take the money. Did you hear me when I said I will miss you?"

"Of course, my ass may be worn out, but my hearing is still good," I joke.

"Your ass is just fine, and I don't want to let you go."

"I can still do my work; the boys will be in school during the day. I really like being your executive assistant and working with the Computer. I think it will help me keep track of the boys better than grandpa could because he didn't know how to use the system."

I could feel him standing behind me, his physical presence soothing me like it always does when he is near. When he puts his hand on my shoulder, it hits me just how much I am going to miss him and being here with him. It is like I am leaving the only real home and family I have ever had.

"How is the old man doing?" the commander asks, putting his arms around me and holding me. "You are taking on a lot of responsibility. I am so proud of you."

"He is doing pretty good. I have a schedule setup for boys to keep an eye on him," I explain. "A nurse comes in a couple times a week. He has his oxygen available now to help when he has a bad spell."

"And Bjørn?"

"Okay so far. He and Bobby are my biggest concerns. I would like to think BJ has learned his lesson, but I just can't trust him. Bobby is simply broken hearted. I'm trying to find someone to pair him with to help him."

"Bobby?"

"Oops," I realize my mistake too late. "He asked me not to tell you. His father beat him and threw him out. He came to stay with us."

"You were going to tell me, when?" he asks, sounding angry. "You should have told me. We have to work together on these things. You know his being here is a security risk."

"Yes sir," I murmur apologetically. "I'm sorry. It won't happen again."

He sighs. "Don't be sorry. I know what it is like to make a promise in the heat of the moment. Just know I am here to help you. I want us to work together."

"Yes sir."

"Stop calling me sir," he insists, sounding frustrated. "Don't you get it, Danny. I don't want you to work for me, I want you to be with me."

"But I have to be with the boys," I say, disappointed that I can't say yes.

"I will come and stay with you some nights. You can train a second in command to cover for you sometimes. We will work it out," he promises, turning me around and kissing me hard. "Do you want to be with me? To really be with me, not just another job, another john?"

"You were never a john. I admit at first, we wanted to get close to you because you are the boss, but not anymore. Me and Declan love it here. I love it here. I love you."

Crap! I said the L word.

"It's okay," he says, reading my mind. "I love you too."

We undress each other with the familiarity of long-time lovers. I know his body. I love the masculinity of it as much as he loves the boyishness of mine. I am most content when he is inside of me. The sex is hot, but the love is what keeps me warm inside.

"We can manage the community together," he says. "We make a good team, you and me."

"What about your boys and Declan?" I ask.

"What about them? They are family. You are family," he says firmly. "You, Declan and my boys will always have a home here."

He fucks me gently with lots of touching and kissing. It feels like a fantasy come true. After we both spill and clean up, I cuddle with him in the bed. Liam has bunked with Jason since David left.

"I will setup one of the private bedrooms so you can stay over sometimes," I promise, knowing I should leave soon.

"Okay, although I wouldn't mind staying in the dorm with you. You know I don't mind sharing," he replies.

"Oh my god, you are stringing me along so you can fuck all the young boys," I accuse.

"Well, the thought has crossed my mind. You are getting a little long in the tooth," he teases.

I wrestle him, trying unsuccessfully to pin him down. When he has me at his mercy, "Do you want me to promise to only be with you?" he asks.

"No, I love seeing you be with your boys or Declan. And, those young boys – they should be so lucky!"

The End