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Conrad Evans Family Legacy

Chapter 1

Colt stood in front of the mirror doing dumb curls. He watched his form, as he finished his last set of curls, music pounding into his head through the ear-buds connected to his smartphone. Once he was finished, he set the dumbbells down and checked himself out, posing and flexing to check on his development.

Not bad, he thought to himself as he looked at his fourteen year old body in the mirror. He was 5'8" [1.73 m], a little taller than average for his age, and weighed 140 pounds [63 kg]. His medium length light brown hair, which was normally wavy, was currently matted down with sweat. His blue nylon shorts and blue Lycra workout shirt caused his pale blue eyes to appear brighter than normal. Colt was in great shape due to his daily workouts and healthy diet. Two of the many benefits, of living at The Conrad Evans Home For Boys, were the gym and an individualized nutritional plan. Of course, the luxuries provided by the Home came at a price. It was a price that Colt was finding increasingly harder to pay.

Colt was reminded of that price when he heard Roger's voice come out of the intercom on the wall, "Colt, report to the waiting room." Colt looked up and noticed the time, it was ten minutes till seven. He sighed. Fuck, the Benefactor wants me tonight, he thought. He turned and waved at one of the security cameras that monitored the weight room, signaling that he had heard the order. First though, the fourteen year old jock headed upstairs to his room and dropped off his phone. He didn't bother showering, or even changing. He knew the Benefactor wouldn't care that he was covered in sweat. As Colt exited his room, he saw Derrick down the hall, about to enter his own room. Derrick was a slim blond hair, blue eyed twelve year old. Colt thought he was a real cutie. He was one of Colt's favorite fucks at the group home. Despite being skinny, Derrick had a big bubble butt and really got off on getting it plowed rough.

Derrick saw Colt and waved. "Hey, Colt. I just heard that you and Billy are the lucky boys tonight," said Derrick. The younger boy was always jealous when he wasn't chosen to service their Master.

"I'm sure you'll have more fun than me tonight," replied Colt. It had been a month since he had to give up his ass to the Benefactor. Hoping to distract himself from the thought of having to submit to someone, Colt walked over and grabbed Derrick, wrapping the smaller boy up in his arms and hugged him. He then reached down and grabbed the boy's butt checks in his hands and gave them a squeeze. "Baby boy, I'm gonna need to tap that ass of yours when I get done tonight. Can you wait up for me?" asked Colt.

"Sure, Colt. You know I love getting fucked by you. You're my favorite," said Derrick as he rubbed his jeans covered cock against Colt's sweaty thigh.

If it had been up to Colt, he would have preferred spending the entire night fucking Derrick instead of servicing the mysterious man that used the boys of the group home as his personal harem. The fact that Billy was summoned as well troubled Colt. Billy was seventeen and pretty close to his eighteenth birthday and graduating out of the Home.

It had been two years since Colt had last been asked to perform with an older boy. That was when the man and John, who was seventeen at the time but who had left for college last year after turning eighteen, took turns spit roasting the twelve year old Colt. Every few minutes they would exchange places and Colt had to suck the cock that had just been in his ass. Colt enjoyed sex with boys and men, but he preferred to be the one in control, not the one being used.

Colt gave Derrick a quick kiss on the top of boy's blond head, then released him and headed downstairs to the waiting room. The waiting room was very similar to what one would find in a doctor's or professional's office. Several chairs and a couple small tables littered with slightly out of date magazines that the staff left there. There were four doors and no windows. The door Colt just enter from led to the stairs to the upper two floors that consisted of the living quarters and common areas for the boys. The door across from that, led to the administrative area and public entrance to the Home. The door to the left of the one Colt used to enter the room, led to a office. The last door, the one to the right, led to a hallway with additional rooms, several of which Colt had been in and a couple he had never been in yet. But the most important room down the hallway was the elevator that led downstairs to the private playrooms of the man the boy's referred to as the Benefactor, but called Sir or Master in his presence.

Billy was already in the waiting room when Colt arrived. Billy was seventeen, just under six feet [1.80 m] tall and about 140 pounds [63 kg]. He was leaner and less muscular than Colt. He had straight strawberry blond hair and hazel eyes. Almost immediately the Benefactor's voice spoke from the intercom, "Billy please come down, Colt remain in the waiting room until I call for you." Billy leapt to his feet and went through the door. Colt sat down and waited. After about five minutes the man's voice again came out of the intercom, "Okay Colt, I'm ready for you".

Colt reluctantly got up and went through the door. The hallway on the other side of the door, like the waiting room, reminded Colt of a professional medical building. It was a sterile, hallway lit by florescent lights with four doors evenly spaced on the right side and an elevator door at the opposite end. Colt head down to the hallway to the elevator door, it opened as he approached. He entered the elevator and it quickly closed then descended to the basement level.

Colt knew that one of the adult staff was monitoring the security cameras and controlling the elevator remotely. The door opened and Colt entered the Master's main playroom. There was a king sized bed on the wall opposite the elevator. On the left side of the room was a table with two comfortable sitting chairs. There was a door on the far end of the wall on that side that led to additional themed playrooms. On the right side was a wall that had a door that was flanked by two St. Andrew's Crosses. The door led to a large bathroom. The wall with the door to the elevator was covered in mirrors, and there was a large mirror over the bed. There were also lots of hooks built into the walls, ceiling, and bed.

Underneath the bed were drawers where a variety of bondage and S/M gear was stored.

Billy and the Master were sitting in the chairs at the table. Billy was already naked, his clothes piled neatly next to the elevator door. The man was wearing only a bathrobe. He was about fifty years old, six foot tall and in decent shape, he had just a slight ponch but the rest of his body was fairly toned. His light brown hair was mixed with gray but in the right light, the gray would blend in and make his hair appear almost blonde. He was clean shaven and had hazel eyes that would pick up and reflect colors, so now his eyes appeared green, the same color as his robe. "Strip," the man commanded after Colt closed the door.

Colt immediately took off his shoes and socks, placing them next to Billy's clothes. He then stripped off his Under Armor workout shirt, folded it and put it on top of his shoes. Then in one quick motion he stripped off his shorts and jock, stacking them on top of his shirt. He knew the man would have preferred for Colt to stretch out the process and preform a striptease for him as Billy likely did, but Colt was always trying to find ways to rebel. The man had told him to strip, so Colt would do it as quickly and unerotically as possible. Once he was naked, Colt turned towards the man, but kept his hands at his side. The man glanced over at Billy and jerked his head in the direction of Colt. Billy immediately got up and stood next to Colt facing the man. Billy spread his legs and clasped his hands behind his head, pushing his chest out. He did his best to lightly flex as many of his muscles as he could.

Colt knew the man was using Billy to demonstrate the behavior he expected out of Colt, but he could not bring himself to do it without being forced. When the man looked over at him, Colt could see the disappointment in his eyes. Finally, the man gave the command, "Colt, present." Colt spread his legs, puffed his chest out, and put his hands behind his head, assuming the identical pose as Billy.

The man got up from his chair and inspected the boys. Billy, the seventeen year old was completely hairless from the neck down while Colt at fourteen had small tufts of hair under his arms and a small patch of brown hair above his cock, which was still soft. Billy's uncut cock had gotten hard as soon as he presented his body to the man for inspection, growing to its full six and half inches [16½ cm].

Colt knew that Billy was one of the most submissive boys at the group home. Colt had fucked Billy just a couple times in the past but had not fooled around with him recently.

"Colt, why don't you remove your body hair? You know I prefer my boys hairless," said the man.

"Because Sir, I like my hair, and you haven't ordered me to remove it," replied Colt.

"Is what you like more important to you than what I like?" asked the man. Colt considered how to respond for a second, the man sensed his hesitation. "Answer me now boy!" he barked.

"Yes, Sir, it is, at least to me," answered Colt.

The man shock his head and sighed. "Colt, do you know why Billy is here tonight?" asked the man.

"Either to show me up or fuck me, or maybe both… Sir," answered Colt, almost spitting out the last honorific.

The man reached down and grabbed Colt's cock. Even soft it was almost as big as Billy's. It was thick, heavy piece of uncut meat, resting on Colt's large hairless ball sack. "The thought of getting fucked doesn't excite you Colt?" asked the man as he started to knead Colt's cock and balls.

"No… Sir," said Colt. Colt knew the rules of the group home. He had learned them shortly after he had arrived at age ten. They had been explained to him by Riley, the older boy that had served as Colt's mentor upon his arrival at the Home. The rules were very simple, the boys had to do everything the man asked, always address the man as Sir or Master, and never, ever, lie to him.

"Would you prefer if instead I brought Derrick or Jonah in and let you fuck one of them? Would you prefer to hear one of the little boys whimpering as you shoved this large cock inside them?" asked the man. Colt's cock answered for him as it started to harden as Colt thought about fucking the two youngest residents of the home.

"Yes Sir," said Colt, not sure if the man expected him to answer or not but erring on the side of caution.

"Well too bad Colt. You don't get what you want here, I do," said the man, his tone harsher now. He released Colt's cock then quickly brought his hand up slapping Colt's balls hard. Colt yelled out in pain, but kept his position. His cock quickly started to deflate.

The man walked back over and sat down in a chair. "Both of you, get on the bed," he ordered.

"Yes Sir," responded the boys, but not in unison; Billy had answered a second before Colt. Billy sat down on the edge of the bed nearest the man, facing him and his eyes downcast, waiting further instruction. Colt went around to the far side of the bed and laid down on his back.

"Billy, fuck Colt," said the man.

"Yes Sir," replied Billy. Colt was getting angry. It was obviously that the man was testing Colt, trying to prove some point to him. Colt didn't like getting pushed around, he didn't like people trying to prove things to him. If the man wanted something out of him, he should just come out and say it, instead of playing mind games.

Billy reached over and grabbed a bottle of lube from the headboard. He looked over at Colt, expecting him to roll over. Colt didn't move, he didn't even look over at Billy or acknowledge him in any way. "Come on Billy, roll over or lift your legs so I can fuck you," said Billy.

"No," said Colt angrily, something about the absurdity of this whole evening was getting to him and making him be more rebellious than usual.

Billy was unsure of what to do. He looked back over at the man. There was no help coming from that direction, the man just sat their silently watching him.

Billy turned back to Colt. "Please Colt, I have to fuck you, you know the rules," whined Billy.

Colt snapped at him, "I know the fucking rules you pussy! He gave you an order, not me. You want to fuck? We can fuck but unless I'm ordered otherwise, it's going to be on my terms," growled Colt. He quickly sat up and grabbed Billy by the back of the neck and wrestled him down to the bed. In a matter of seconds, he had Billy pinned face down against the mattress. He rolled on top of the older boy, leaned in close and spoke into Billy's ear, "You don't really want to fuck me Billy, you want to get fucked by me, but you're too much of a coward to let him know how you feel, I'm not. I'm going to make you not obey his order. You're a little bitch Billy, you're not a man." Exerting his dominance like this over Billy had caused Colt's cock to become fully erect.

Without bothering to use any lube from the bottle that was still in Billy's hand, Colt thrust his hard seven inch [18 cm] cock up Billy's ass. As Colt expected, Billy's ass easily accommodated him. Billy was still lubed up from an earlier in the day when he had gotten fucked by Grant, the Home's Director.

"Yeah, you got a nice ass Billy. Come on, you slut, milk my cock with your ass," said Colt as he picked up his pace, pounding his dick into the older boy. He fucked Billy hard, working up a sweat. After five minutes of thrusting in and out of Billy's ass while verbally abusing him, he felt Billy start to shake underneath him as the boy had an orgasm from the rough fuck he was receiving.

Since he hadn't cum yet that day, Colt was rapidly approaching his own orgasm.

"Colt, stop," ordered the man. Colt gave one final hard thrust then reluctantly stopped with his dick buried in Billy's ass. "Get off him," said the man, still sitting in the chair. Colt reluctantly pulled his cock out of Billy's ass, but looked down longingly at the stretched and abused hole as it slowly started to close back up. After Billy was able to clinch it back shut, Colt rolled off of him and lay back down on the bed.

"Billy, you can leave. I am done with you for tonight. I will punish you next time for not obeying my order," said the man.

"Yes Sir. Sorry Sir," said Billy as he crawled off the bed. He walked over and picked up his clothes then pressed the button to open the elevator doors. He stepped into the elevator, still naked. A few seconds later the door closed, leaving Colt and the man alone.

Colt lay on the bed wondering what was next. He knew the man was testing him but he couldn't help himself from pushing back as much as he could without technically breaking the rules.

"Colt, come over here and sit down," said the man motioning to the chair on the other side of the table.

"Yes Sir," replied Colt, out of habit as he did as instructed. Colt was confused, part of him was desperate to defy the man as much as he could, but another part of him obeyed out of habit. A habit built up over three and half years of obeying the man.

"Do you like living here Colt?" asked the man in a neutral tone once Colt was seated.

"Yes Sir, I do. Very much, Sir. Thank you for letting me live here Sir," replied Colt, afraid all of a sudden that he might have pushed the man too far and hoping to soothe the man's wounded ego.

"You know, you can ask to leave at any time. Social services will find you a new place to live, perhaps a foster home or another group home," said the man.

"I know Sir, but I do not wish to leave Sir," said Colt.

"Yet you are unwilling to show me respect or even appreciation for providing you this refuge," said the man, "Why is that?"

"Sir, I do appreciate what you have provided, but our agreement is that I will do everything you tell me to do, not that I will like doing it. Sir, I'm sorry I'm not like Billy. I don't enjoy being ordered around," said Colt. Since one of the rules was to never lie to the man, Colt hoped that he would appreciate his honesty.

The man just stared at Colt for a few minutes. He had a thoughtful expression on his face, as if he was trying to reach a decision. Finally, the man nodded and said, "You can go Colt, you are done for tonight. But dress before you leave."

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," said Colt. He got up and went over to where his clothes were by the door. He took his time dressing. He actually liked showing off his body, and thought perhaps that after the tension of the evening, it might be a good idea to appease the man somewhat. As he pressed the button for the elevator, he turned back towards the man. "Can I go get one of the other boys to send in to take care of you tonight Sir?" he asked.

"No Colt, no need for you to do that," replied the man.

"Very well Sir," said Colt. He stepped into the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor. When the elevator arrived at the first flor and the door opened, Jonah was standing there waiting. Jonah was currently the youngest resident of group home. He was eleven years old and had been there for almost a year. Jonah was about 4'6" [1.37 m] and eighty pounds [36 kg] when wet. He had dirty blond hair and hazel eyes.

"Hey Colt, you done already? I was hoping that you would still be in there and we'd get to play together. Maybe next time," said Jonah smiling at Colt.

"Were you waiting here long, Jonah?" asked Colt.

"Nope. Billy came and just came and got me. He said you fucked him but didn't cum yet, so I was thinking maybe, that well, you know," said Jonah, blushing.

Colt reached out and pulled Jonah in for a hug. "What, that he'd have me fuck you too? No such luck tonight for you kiddo. I have a feeling you're spending the rest of the night with him," said Colt.

"Well that's good too," said Jonah.

"Maybe I'll come by your room tomorrow morning and ride that tight little ass of yours though. Would you like that Jonah?" asked Colt as he reached down and thrust his hand down the back of Jonah's shorts. He ran his finger down Jonah's crack and then pressed it against Jonah's hole.

"Yeah, that would be awesome Colt," said Jonah as pressed his ass back against Colt's finger while rubbing his small hand over the bulge in Colt's gym shorts.

Colt wanted nothing more than to shove Jonah up against the wall and fuck the boy right there in the hallway, but he figured he done enough to piss off the Benefactor for one night. He released his hold on Jonah and shoved him into the elevator. "Don't keep him waiting Jonah. You don't want a spanking do you?" teased Colt.

Jonah turned back around, reached over to the elevator control panel and pressed the 'open door' button. He looked up at Colt and smiled. "No, I'd don't like to get spanked," said Jonah as he continued to hold the button down.

"Sure you don't Jonah," said Colt as he laughed at the little boy's antics. Colt turned and headed back towards his room. As he walked, he brought the finger that had been pressed against Jonah's asshole to his mouth and sucked on it, enjoying the faint taste of the boy's ass. He really needed to get his rocks off. Between not getting to cum while fucking Billy, and then being teased by Jonah, he had a serious case of blue balls. He needed to go find Derrick and fuck the shit out of the boy to get some relief.

***

Colt was awoken by someone shaking his shoulder. At first, he thought it might be Jonah, anxious for the morning fuck they had talked about last night, so he was surprised when he opened his eyes and found Roger, the Head of Security, standing over him. "Get up and get dressed," said Roger in a stern tone.

"What's going on?" asked Colt. After last night's interrogation by the Benefactor, Colt was a little bit scared.

"I told you to get up and get dressed. That's all you need to know," said Roger as he walked over, and stood by the door. Roger was an imposing figure. He was thirty and an ex-marine that had done two tours in Iraq. He stood just over six feet [1.85 m] tall and weighed over two hundred pounds [90 kg], all of which seemed to be solid muscle. Roger had also been a former resident of the Home and was privy to all its secrets.

Colt hadn't ever showered so he still smelled of cum, lube, and stale sweat from spending several hours fucking Derrick, after having fucked Billy, and also working out earlier in the evening. Colt had cum twice up Derrick's ass and once down his throat. Meanwhile Derrick and cum four times while getting fuck. Colt quickly pulled on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt then put on his shoes, not bothering with socks. As soon as his shoes were on, Roger opened the door and held it open for Colt.

Roger was obviously acting as some type of escort this morning, which scared Colt. As the pair walked through the Home, Roger had his hand around Colt's left bicep, almost pulling him along. Colt ran the fingers of his right hand through his hair trying his best to tame it as he worried about what was happening.

Roger led him downstairs and through the waiting room. He opened the door that led to the hallway of private rooms and held it open for Colt, "First door on the right," he said almost shoving Colt into the hallway.

Colt had never entered that particular room before. With some trepidation, he turned the handle and opened the door. Behind the door was a small square room, perhaps eight feet [2 m] long and wide. There was a table and two chairs set up in the middle of the room at a slight angle. On the back wall was a large mirror. The room looked like a stereotypical police interrogation room from countless movies and TV shows. Colt entered, crossed the room and sat down in the chair that mostly faced the door, with his back towards the mirror. Once he was seated, Roger shut the door.

After about five minutes the door opened again. Roger held it open as a woman in her late twenties entered. The woman was average height and in decent shape. She had shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes. She was carrying a leather tote bag. "I'll be right outside the door if you need me, ma'am," said Roger to woman.

"Thank you," said the woman. Out of habit, Colt stood up. Proper manners and etiquette were taught and strictly enforced at the Home. "Colt Thomas?" asked the woman as she stopped across the table from the boy.

"Yes, ma'am," answered Colt.

The woman held out her hand, "Victoria Jones." Colt shook her hand. She seemed to pause for a second and Colt noticed that she subtly took a couple of deep breaths. She then released Colt's hand and sat down. Colt took his seat while Victoria reached into her bag and pulled out a small video camera and mini tripod. She quickly and expertly set it up, and within a few seconds had it recording Colt. She then pulled a legal file and a pen out of her bag and placed them on the table before setting the bag down next to her. She deftly opened the file, holding it open with one hand in a manner that allowed her to see the contents while blocking Colt's view. She ignored Colt for a minute and scribbled a few notes in the file.

"This is Victoria Jones with the County Office of Social Services, Child Welfare Division. Today is Monday June 4th, 2012. The time is 9:35 am. I am present with Colt Thomas, ward of the state, age fourteen. We are in an interview room at the Conrad Evans Home for Boys. This is the exit interview for Colt Thomas upon his discharge from the Conrad Evans Home for Boys," said Victoria for the obvious benefit of the recording.

Colt's mind was racing. He was being kicked out of the Home! What about all the promises that had been made to him over the years in exchange for letting the Benefactor use him? Sure, he had spent the last four years in relative luxury, and attended one of the best private schools in the city, but he had been promised that when he turned eighteen, he would have all his educational and living expenses covered while he perused whatever career he chose. Even Roger, the burly ex-marine, had told him, "You're part of the Conrad Evans Home For Boys Family, you take care the family and it will take care of you." Yet, here he was, being kicked out. He felt betrayed, deceived, and angry. What is going to happen to me now? Where am I going to be sent? he wondered.

"Colt, you were placed here when you were ten, is that correct?" asked Victoria.

"Yes," he replied.

"And before, that were did you live?" she asked.

"Another group home, I don't remember its name," he answered.

"The Alternative Resources Group Home was the name," she said after glancing at the file.

"Why are you asking me questions if you already have the answers in that file?" asked Colt, directing his anger over being kicked out of the Home at the only outlet currently available.

"Just testing your memory and willingness to answer my questions honestly," she said. "It is important that you answer these questions truthfully. Will you do that for me Colt, will you give me honest answers?" said the woman, looking him directly in the eyes as she spoke.

Colt looked away, "yeah, I can do that," he said even though he didn't yet know if he wanted to tell the truth or not.

"Overall, how was your time at the ARG Home?" she asked.

That was an easy question to answer honestly for Colt. "Bad. The boys there were bullies, drug addicts and criminals," remembered Colt. While they never did anything beyond pushing him around and insulting him, Colt lived had spent two years in constant fear that what he saw happening to some of the other boys would eventually happen to him. Little did he realize at the time, but he would eventually submit, voluntarily, to almost everything he witnessed happening there.

"Do you remember where you lived before the ARG Home?" asked Victoria.

"Yes, with a foster family, the Matthews," answered Colt.

"Did you like living with them?" she asked.

"Yes, they were very nice to me. They treated me like their own son. I felt safe there. I even had an older brother for a few years when I was younger. His name was Willy, but he died when I was five," replied Colt. He had to struggle to hold back his tears. It had been many years since he had thought about Willy.

Colt had been very close to his older foster brother.

"Why did you get moved to the group home?" asked Victoria.

Colt got angry, surely all of this was in his file. It was easier for him to feel anger than it was to let himself feel sad. Why was she dragging up all these old painful memories? Colt took a minute to compose himself before answering, "Mr. Matthews got sick, cancer I think. They couldn't care for a kid and deal with his illness at the same time. It was too much for them, so they gave me back to the state."

"At least you had a few years of a normal childhood. I won't bother ask you any questions about your mother or father. I see here in the file that you were dropped off anonymously at a hospital a couple days after you were born under the state's safe haven law," said Victoria.

"Gee, thanks," said Colt as he rolled his eyes and shook his head at the social worker's 'kindness'.

"So Colt, how would you describe your time here? You have been here about four years?" asked the social worker.

"Yeah, four years. It's been okay, I guess," answered Colt.

"Did they treat you well? Give you enough food? I know the Home has an arrangement with The Conrad Evans Academy. It is one of the most expensive and exclusive private schools in the country, so you have been receiving a top notch education," said Victoria as she skimmed through Colt's file.

"Yes, all of us orphans get to attend to the same school as the kids of the rich elite. It's just awesome," said Colt, his contempt for the woman spill out. She seemed to be clueless.

"Colt, you didn't answer my question about how you were treated here," said the woman, ignoring Colt's attitude.

Colt paused and thought about his options. Could he reveal the truth? Would this woman believe him? Could it be that easy, just tell her the truth about what was going on here and he would be able to get back at the Benefactor for kicking him out?

"Well?" asked Victoria, trying to prod Colt to answer the question.

"This is probably the best living arrangement someone like me could hope for," said Colt. Even after the horrible session last night with the Benefactor, Colt realized he didn't want bring this place down. He loved the rest residents too much. Since Willy died, they were the closest thing he had to brothers. They were as much his family as the Matthews had been. He knew they all loved living here and he regardless of what might happen to him he couldn't destroy their lives.

"Okay Colt, these next few questions are a little sensitive but the department requires that we verify you were not abused while in the care of this facility. Were you ever abused here in any way, physically, sexually, or emotionally?" she asked.

"No, they never abused me in any way," he answered. He felt he was being truthful with that answer. He may not have enjoyed everything that was done to him but never felt that anyone abused him, although the mind fuck the master had pulled on him last night was close.

"Have any of the staff or anyone else here touched your inappropriately? And by that I mean touched your genitals," asked the woman.

"No," Colt lied. He had exchanged countless blowjobs with the staff over the years and had fucked most of them, multiple times. All the staff were eager to touch is genitals and had done almost daily.

"Did any of the other boys hurt you?" asked Victoria.

"No," he lied again. Colt had been painfully fucked by other residents many times between the ages of ten and twelve, always in the presence and at the direction of the Benefactor. The Benefactor had also spanked and flogged him a few times over the years in addition to fucking him.

"Have you ever had sex with any of the other residents?" she said.

Just last night I pretty much fucked the shit out of a twelve year old resident after fucking another resident earlier in the evening, he thought to himself as he lied and answered, "No."

"Overall do you believe this Home is a healthy environment for boys such as yourself?" asked Victoria.

"Yes," he answered truthfully. The reality that he was being kicked out of the Home finally overwhelmed Colt. Why couldn't I just pretend I enjoyed being the man's plaything? All the other boys didn't seem to have a problem being submissive, why did I have to ruin it by being so stubborn, Colt thought as he started to cry.

"Colt, why are you crying?" asked Victoria.

"Cause I don't want to leave," said Colt, his tough guy facade finally dissolving.

Victoria remained silent as she made a couple notes in the file, then signed her name. She reached over and turned off the camera. "Well you are being officially discharged from the Home and there is nothing I can do about that," she said.

She put the camera back in the bag, then added the file. She stood up and walked over to the door. "Good luck Colt, I am sure you will be fine and everything will work out for you."

"No it won't, my life is over," said Colt between sobs.

Victoria already had her hand on the door when she turned back and said, "No Colt, your new life with your father is just beginning." She then opened the door. Standing outside the door was the Benefactor. "Colt, this is your new father, Conrad Evans the Fourth."

"My father? What the fuck!" exclaimed Colt, the shock of Victoria's statement causing him to instantly stop sobbing.

"Please son, watch your language, there is a lady present. I will explain everything in just a moment," said the man. He turned and gave Victoria a quick hug, "Thank you Vicky, for everything you have done for Colt. Remember, if you ever need anything just give me or Robbie a call."

"It was my pleasure Sir. Goodbye Colt, goodbye Sir," said Victoria. She turned stared at Colt for several moments. She had a weird look that seemed to be a mix of sadness and pride. When she turned to leave, Colt noticed that her eyes were starting to tear up.

"Colt, please follow me to my office and I will try to answer some of the questions you must have," said Conrad.

The man led Colt back through the waiting room and into the office on the other side. Once inside the office, Conrad directed Colt to take a seat in front of a large wood desk that had a black glass top. Conrad then walked around and made himself comfortable in the plush leather chair behind the desk. He touched a button on the side of the desk near him and the shades on the window behind the desk closed. He then opened one of the drawers and removed a file.

"What's going on?" asked Colt.

"Officially, I am legally adopting you. My attorney and Victoria will finalize all the paperwork with the Court later today," explained Conrad.

"Oh, for a minute I thought you might be my real father," said Colt.

The man removed a piece of paper from the file and slide it across the desk to Colt. "Before you ask, yes, you are Subject A and I am Subject B," he said with a smug self-satisfied smile.

Colt quickly scanned the piece of paper. It was a letter from a DNA testing lab that confirmed that there was a 99.9999% likelihood that Subject B was the father of Subject A. Colt noticed that the letter was dated January 28th, 1998; just two weeks after he was born. "Do you know who my mother is?" he asked.

"Yes, I do. You just met her, that nice young woman, Victoria. She was only fifteen at the time, a resident of the Conrad Evans Group Home for Girls. I think you can understand that your true parentage is something that needs to remain private," said the man.

"Does she know?" asked Colt.

"Yes," answered Conrad. "If you want to develop a relationship with her, I am sure she would be amiable to that." Colt set the letter down and slump back in his chair. He was in a state of shock, realizing that his whole life was a lie.

Conrad tried to give the boy a reassuring smile, "I guess it would be easiest to start at the beginning. Our legacy began with our ancestor, Conrad Evans. He was already fairly wealthy upon reaching manhood, having been set up in business by his grandfather, who could, uncharitably, be described as a Civil War era war profiteer. Conrad was able to further increase his personal fortune by investing in the rapid industrialization of the country at the turn of the century.

"Perhaps, hoping to give back to society and make up for his grandfather, Conrad was charitable inclined and founded many charitable organizations, including the school you go to, as well as a home for orphans. When the government started getting more aggressive with the income tax during World War I, he took advantage of the charitable deduction and increased his giving to his charities.

"Fortunately, Conrad was always a savvy investor and recognized that the stock market in the late twenties was a bubble; he got out well before the crash. When the Great Depression hit, he devoted even more money to charity. Unfortunately when he died, there was a nasty family squabble between my grandfather, Conrad Evans Junior and his siblings. Eventually, Junior got control over the bulk of the family fortune, which was set up in a dynasty trust for his heirs and a trust that supported the many charities that his father had founded.

"Your great-grandfather was a bit of an eccentric. He was still single when his father died, but he already had sired numerous children out of wedlock with women of little morals and even less money. When Conrad Senior was alive, he saw to it that these unwed mothers and their children received assistance from his charities. When Junior took over his father's estate, Junior continued and expanded on the tradition of using the charities to look after his brood. Having fought with his own siblings over the family wealth, Junior saw to it that he had only one legal heir when he died. He never married, but he adopted an orphan boy from the Conrad Evans Orphanage that he had sired. The boy was in the orphanage because his mother had died in childbirth. I believe my father's birth name was Aaron Richards. By the way, my birth name was William Colton, but upon turning eighteen I had it legally changed to Conrad Evans.

"Anyway, when my grandfather died, most of his own accumulated personal wealth was left to the Conrad Evans Family Foundation, in order to prevent the government from getting any of it by way of the estate tax. He did also leave some additional money in another dynasty trust, but it is small in comparison to the trust established by Conrad Evans Senior," explained Conrad.

"What happened to your father?" asked Colt.

"He is very elderly and in poor health. He is bed-ridden but is receiving the best care money can provide at our family's estate," said Conrad.

"Who started the tradition of turning the group home into a harem?" asked Colt.

"Please, harem sounds so, third world. The Homes as currently structured grew out of the old orphanage and were set up by my father. I have no idea if my grandfather visited the orphanage and used it this way, but I do know that my father was responsible for turning quite a few residents of the Conrad Evans Group Home for Girl into teen mothers. I have just taken it a step further," said Conrad.

"So how many of the boys in the Home are my brothers?" asked Colt.

"All of them," answered the man smiling. "When I was a little older than you are now, my father adopted me, making me his heir. The way he told me was a little less dramatic, but than those were simpler times before the media, society, and most importantly, the authorities paid as much attention to what was happening in facilities like this. After spending a couple years learning how everything was run, I realized that it could be run more efficiently and that more of the money set aside for 'charity' could be used to support our family and also satisfy my needs," said Conrad.

"Uh Dad, what would have happened if I had told Victoria the truth about what was going on here instead of lying?" asked Colt.

Conrad laughed and smirked at him, "Well Colt, if your answers had threatened what I have created here, I would have been forced to go with plan B," said Conrad.

"Plan B?" inquired Colt.

"One moment," said Conrad. He touched another button on the side of desk and a keyboard lit up on the glass desktop. He typed a few commands, then placed his hand next to the keyboard and a light from under the glass scanned his palm. The man then read a nonsensical sentence that appeared on the glass. He then pressed another button on the desk and a panel on the wall slide down revealing a large flat screen TV. He nodded at the TV as he opened a video file labeled 'Plan B'.

The video showed Roger sitting in the interview room with his back to the mirror. So there was a camera behind behind the mirror, thought Colt. Across the table from Roger sat Derrick. The sound of Derrick crying came from speakers hidden in the ceiling of the office. The date and time stamp on the video indicted that it had been recorded about a half hour before Roger had woken Colt up this morning. "So Derrick, what was it you wanted to report to me?" asked Roger.

"Last night, (sob), Colt came into my room, after curfew and, (sniffle), he forced me to do things with him," said Derrick through tears. Colt's stomach knotted up as he saw the pain in Derrick's expression.

"I know this is hard Derrick, but you need to honestly tell me what happened last night. What kind of things did Colt make you do?" asked Roger.

"Sex things, (crying), I said no and tried to push him away, but he beat me when I refused, (sobbing), then he stuck his thing in my mouth and then, (crying), he stuck it in my butt," wept Derrick.

Conrad closed the video. "He is quite the little actor isn't he? If you had caused any problems this morning, Roger would have called the authorities. A doctor would have examined Derrick and would have documented the bruises on the boy's arms and ass as well as the abuse to his poor tiny asshole. The sperm present in Derrick's ass this morning would certainly have been a DNA match with you. Fortunately you and Derrick have different mothers, unlike Sam and Mac.

Additionally the video from the hallway security cameras showing you entering and exiting Derrick's room last night would have helped confirm Derrick's story.

The rest of the boys would be questioned, and all of them would deny your account of what was happening here. The authorities would believe that you were attempting to cover up your own crimes by slandering this well respected institution. I expect you would have end up in juvenile hall until you were at least eighteen and depending on how vindictive I was feeling, maybe even a few years in adult prison after that.

"I am not stupid or naive Colt. I would not risk everything my family and I have built up over all these years on the decisions of one stubborn and rebellious boy. Now, I have a question for you, why didn't you tell the truth?" asked Conrad.

Colt was quiet for a minute as he thought about his answer. For the last four years the rules that had been drilled into his head were that he was to do everything the man asked, always address him as Sir or Master, and never lie to him. Did the rules still apply now that he was adopting him? Colt had already addressed him as 'Dad' without the man saying anything. So Colt broke another rule and lied to him, "I guess I take after my father. I'm not stupid or naive. I realized that someone that was responsible for all of this, wouldn't let it be ruined so easily. So what happens now?" asked Colt.

"Well for now, we are going to tell your brothers that you have been selected to enter a mentorship program sponsored by the Conrad Evans Family Foundation, and that, if you are successful, you will one day be in charge of running this facility. You are not to mention anything about your adoption yet, nor are you to reveal the truth about our biological relationship with each other or the rest of the boys. Roger and a few other select individuals know the truth, but I trust their discretion on the matter. Over the next few years, you will learn the in's and out's of the family legacy, but for now, your initial focus should be on learning how the Home works and how to bend your siblings to your will."

"Part of that includes mentoring your first new resident," said Conrad.

He opened the desk draw and pulled out a small flash memory token. He slid it across the desk to Colt. "His name is Logan. Ten years old and very cute. He arrives this afternoon. Take some time to review his file before he gets here. You will be completely in charge of breaking him in. You will also be in charge of the place for a week while I am away on vacation," said Conrad.

"Oh yea, today is when you are taking Sam and Mac on vacation. They have spent the last week trying to guess where they might be going. So far they don't have a clue," said Colt.

"Good. I'm sure they will have a fun time. You would normally be next in line for a vacation, but with your new role here, you will be happy to know that you will be coming along on all the future vacations, but just not this one. I figured it would be a good opportunity for you to stay here and settle into your new role without having to be in my shadow for a few days. Now, you should go grab some breakfast and maybe take a shower, you stink. Grant will be calling a meeting in a few minutes to explain the new arrangement to your brothers. When I get back, we can start going over more of the details of how everything works behind the scenes," said Conrad. He turned off the computer then walked over to the door, waiting for Colt. Colt got up and followed his father to the door.

Conrad Evans the Fourth held out his arms towards Colt. After a moment of hesitation, Colt stepped forward and embraced his father in a hug. "Welcome to the Evans family Colt, don't make me regret choosing you. You are not the first boy I tried to prepare for leadership, but you are the first one I deemed worthy enough to take a risk on. Your legacy is not yet assured though, I can always right you out of my Will, so do not disappoint me," said his father.

Chapter 2
New Boss

"Meet the new boss,
Same as the old boss."
–'Won't Get Fooled Again' – The Who

"Attention, attention; all boys report to the Dining Room for a mandatory meeting. All boys report to the Dining Room for a mandatory meeting," instructed Grant, the Home's Director, over the PA system. Colt was already in the Dining Room drinking a protein shake for a late breakfast. He was seated at one of the room's two six person tables when his brothers started to arrive. Billy, the oldest current resident was the first to arrive. He nodded in Colt's direction, but avoided eye contact as he took a seat at the other table. Colt figured Billy was probably confused or maybe angry about what happened last night. Colt made a mental note to remember to make some time after the meeting to talk to Billy and clear the air. Billy was turning eighteen in August and would be leaving the Home and heading to college. Colt wanted to make sure everything was alright between Billy and him before Billy left.

Sam and Mac were the next to arrive. Sam was fifteen and Mac was thirteen. Colt remembered his father's comment that all the boys except Sam and Mac had different mothers. The two full brothers were pretty much a couple, spending almost all their free time together and both were really good skateboarders.

They both had also died their hair black and adopted an 'emo' look. They sat down at Colt's table across from him.

"Hey Colt," said Sam.

"Morning, Colt," said Mac.

"Morning guys, you all ready for your trip?" asked Colt.

"Yep, just finished packing right before Grant announced the meeting," said Sam.

"Have you heard anything yet about where we are going?" asked Mac.

"Nope," answered Colt.

A few seconds later, Derrick walked in. His eyes were red and puffy, and he had a very sad look on his face. As soon as he saw Colt he froze. Colt smiled at the boy and gave a little wave. Derrick smiled back, ran over to Colt and jumped onto his lap. "It's okay Derrick. I know what they made you do, and I'm not mad at you, everything is fine," said Colt hugging the boy.

Derrick started to cry, "I'm sorry Colt. I didn't want to say mean things about you, but I had to," said Derrick between his sobs.

"I know, it's okay. We all have to follow the rules. You were just doing what you were told, and I am not in any trouble. That was just a little test for you, to see if you would obey the rules even when you didn't want to, and you passed with flying colors. Way to go champ," said Colt as he hugged Derrick to him with one hand while using his other hand to tussle Derrick's hair.

Derrick leaned back and rubbed his nose. "Colt you stink," said Derrick.

"Sorry about that buddy, I haven't had a chance to shower since yesterday morning," apologized Colt.

While Colt was busy with Derrick, the remaining two residents, Eric and Jonah, had entered and sat down at the table with Billy. Eric and Billy bumped fists.

Eric was sixteen and the most athletic of the boys. All the boys, except Billy, were giving Colt and Derrick questioning looks when Grant walked in.

Grant, was twenty-eight, about six feet [1.85 m] tall with a slender build. Colt noticed that Grant's light brown hair was in the same color range as most of the boys, dark blond to medium brown with just a few exceptions like Billy's strawberry blond hair and Eric's auburn hair. Grant though had brown eyes, while the rest of the boys had shades of blue, green, or hazel eyes. Now that he knew they were all related, Colt was starting to notice some of the common family features. His father had mentioned that he liked to try to mix it up a bit when selecting mothers so that the appearances of all the boys weren't too similar, but there were still some general traits that they shared.

"Okay, just a couple brief, but important announcements. First, we all know one of our residents has always been a bit less accommodating and receptive to taking one for the team," said Grant before he was interrupted.

"That's an understatement," called out Eric.

Grant shot Eric an annoyed look and continued, "And there might be some rumors going around regarding some events last night and this morning, so I just wanted to let everyone know what was going on. Colt has always been a bit different then the rest of you. Rather than continue to try to fit a square peg into a round hole, some changes are being made. Colt has been selected for a mentorship program sponsored by the Foundation. He is going to serve as a mentee to our Benefactor. Going forward, you will be expected to respond to his requests the same way you would those of his mentor. All the rules that apply to him, now apply to Colt as well. If their instructions conflict though, the Benefactor's have priority. The hope is that Colt will prove himself worthy enough to one day take over running this facility. Congratulations Colt," said Grant.

There were several gasps and all the boys turned and stared at Colt. Derrick, who was still sitting on Colt's lap, hugged the older boy and said,

"Congratulations." Derrick wiggled his ass on Colt's lap, rubbing it against the hard seven inch [18 cm] cock that was pressing against his butt through their clothes.

Grant looked over at Derrick and cleared his throat loudly. It was frowned upon to have openly sexual interactions in the common areas of the Home during the day. The boys were instructed to treat it similar to a public area, since there were occasionally visitors inside the facility. Although it was usually announced in advance when there would be visitors; Grant did not want the boys to get into bad habits. After curfew though, they could treat the whole facility as private since Grant or Roger would have locked the building building down.

"Sorry," said Derrick sheepishly as he stopped his grinding.

Grant resumed talking, "Now, Colt is not being rewarded for bad behavior, so I don't want anyone getting the idea that if you start acting like him, that you're going to get special treatment. We may all be orphans here, but that doesn't mean we aren't a family. I don't want anyone being jealous and causing problems. We need to continue to treat each other with love and respect. If anyone has any issue with this change, and wants to speak with me in private, my door is always open. Also, if one of you thinks Colt ever crosses a line that you feel he shouldn't have, come to me before you do anything stupid. Everyone got that?" asked Grant.

The boys all nodded at Grant and there were a few more congratulations given to Colt. Colt smiled and thanked his brothers. When everyone quieted back down, Grant continued, "Okay, now for the second announcement. I am sure most of you can guess what this one is about."

"Fresh meat!" called out Eric, causing the rest of the boys break out laughing and whistling cat calls.

Grant smiled and fought the urge to join the boys in laughing. After the boys had quieted back down, he continued, "Yes, we are going to be having a new resident arrive this afternoon. His name is Logan. Those of you not going on vacation, will get a chance to meet him this afternoon. Now Logan is a little effeminate and shy about that, he's been bullied a lot for it so I just want everyone to be on your best behavior, no teasing the new boy, got it?"

Jonah raised his hand. "Yes, Jonah?" asked Grant.

"What's effim, effem, er, what's that word you used mean?" asked Jonah.

"It means Logan sometimes act like a girl. And because of that a lot of boys have picked on him. So I want you all to be careful and not say anything stupid around him that could make him feel bad about being 'girly'," answered Grant.

Then he continued, "Colt was already next in line to mentor a new boy, so he will be in charge of Logan. Now, even if Colt hadn't been appointed the right hand of God this morning, you would all still need to get his permission before playing with the new boy. Everyone except Jonah has been through this drill before, so I expect you all to behave. Since Sam was Jonah's mentor, he would normally be responsible for explaining to Jonah how to treat a new resident, but since Sam and Mac are leaving in less then two hours, I am assigning the job to Eric. Eric, can you make sure Jonah knows how to act around the new boy?"

"Sure thing," said Eric. He turned to Jonah, "Basically, little guy, pretend you're not such a huge slut." The boys broke out laughing again as Jonah's face turned bright red.

"Eric," scolded Grant.

"Man, don't worry, I'll give him the skinny and make sure he behaves. If he doesn't I'll whoop his ass. Wait, no, on second thought, if he doesn't behave I won't whoop his ass," said Eric. Jonah stuck his tongue out at him as the boys laughed at Jonah's expense.

Grant was pleased to see the boys laughing and joking around with each other. He had feared that the news about Colt might cause some hurt feelings among the group. He suspected that the boys were just so used to Colt unofficially bossy them around, that the fact he would be doing it officially now didn't faze them.

"Okay that's all I have for this meeting. Anyone have any questions for me or anything for the group?" asked Grant. None of the boys said anything. "Okay, Colt please come to my office at two to discuss Logan's arrival. Sam and Mac, the car to take you to the airport will be here at noon, also when you get back to your rooms, there will be a duffel bag on your beds, use it to pack all your skate gear. You'll be needing it on your vacation." Sam and Mac broke out into huge smiles when they heard they would need their skate gear on vacation. Grant continued, "The rest of you, make sure your chores are done before you play or leave to go anywhere today, just because it's summer doesn't mean you can goof off all day."

As the boys got up to leave, Colt walked over and put his hand on Billy's shoulder. "Billy, you got a minute? We need to talk," said Colt softly.

"Yes Sir," said Billy.

"It's still just Colt, unless were playing," said Colt. He noticed that Jonah was waiting for him by the door. "Jonah, I haven't forgotten that I promised to spend some time with you this morning, I just need to talk with Billy for a few minutes. Why don't you go make sure your chores are finished, then meet me in my room," said Colt.

"Okay," said Jonah smiling, he then turned and ran out of the room. A couple of the other boys glanced over at Colt and Billy as they were leaving but didn't say anything. Colt sat down at the table and motioned for Billy to join him.

"Billy, about last night," started Colt.

"Colt don't worry about it. I know you don't like me that much, and certainly didn't want me fucking you. I was just doing what I was told. I knew he was trying to use me to get under your skin," said Billy, staring down at the table.

Colt could sense a sadness in Billy that went beyond the events of last night.

"No, that's just it, I do like you. You are a nice guy and really know how to fuck. I realized this morning that I didn't really ask you if it was okay if I fucked you. It was just that last night with, Conr…, um, I mean our Benefactor, playing mind games with me, I kind of took it out on you and that wasn't right," said Colt, almost slipping up and referring to Conrad Evans by name.

Billy though, had caught the slip, "You almost just called him Conrad. Did you just now finally learn his name?" asked Billy.

"Yeah. When did he tell you?" asked Colt surprised.

"Colt, no offense, you're generally a smart kid, but sometimes you can sort of exist in your own little self-centered bubble. He never told me. I saw his picture when I looked up the name Conrad Evans online after my initiation. I mean, duh, who else would the Benefactor be for a placed called The Conrad Evans Group Home for Boys," said Billy with a laugh.

"Okay, you got me there. I guess I just didn't want to think about him anymore than necessary. But, why do you think I don't like you?" asked Colt.

"Well it's pretty obvious, and not just from last night, that you like playing with the younger boys more than us older ones. Derrick and Jonah are obviously your favorites and Mac would probably be as well if he wasn't always in the bathroom with Sam. Also, I think this has been our longest conversation in months," said Billy.

Colt was silent for a moment as he considered what Billy said. He knew, objectively, that what Billy said was true; he did enjoy fucking the boys that were younger than him, more then he enjoyed playing with the older boys at the Home. Yet at school, the majority of the guys he got blowjobs from, and his fuck buddies there, were older than he was. Hell, he had even fucked Roger and Grant more in the past year than he had fucked Billy, and the only times he fucked Billy were when Jonah and Derrick were busy downstairs.

"Huh, well, I am sorry I have made you think I didn't like you. It wasn't intentional. I'll have to give what you said some thought, cause I do like you Billy. You're a great guy. Hell, I love all you guys like you're my brothers, you're the only family I have. Why don't you come join me and Jonah," suggested Colt.

"Um well, I made plans to visit Roger in the security room and I'm already late because of this meeting. But, with your new position, if you want, I'll cancel on him," said Billy breaking eye contact and looking down at the table.

"No, you keep your date with Roger, but you aren't allowed to cum today until I say so. After he is done with you, come find me, that's an order. Now go on, get out of here," said Colt.

Billy kept his head down, but Colt could see a smile spread across his face,

"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir."

Colt headed up to his room while Billy went to go met Roger. Colt opened the door to his room and found Jonah already inside. The eleven year old was lying in the middle of Colt's queen bed playing a game on Colt's iPad.

"Jonah, did you ask if you could use my iPad?" asked Colt in a disapproving tone.

"No. It was just sitting on your desk and I was getting bored waiting for you, sorry Colt," said Jonah as he sat up and shifted on the bed so that he was sitting with his legs over the side. His bare feet didn't reach the floor.

"Let me guess, you came straight here after the meeting and didn't finish your chores like Grant instructed," said Colt.

Jonah didn't say anything but his guilt was written all over his face. He dropped his head and looked down at his feet, his dirty blond bangs falling and covering his eyes.

Everyone at the Home knew Jonah was always trying to find ways to get in trouble in order to get spanked as punishment. At first the rest of the boys encouraged it because it was fun to spank Jonah. Jonah got really into it and would get so turned on that he would do anything the boys asked afterwords. When Jonah kept getting into more and more trouble, Grant had sent Jonah to talk with Adam.

Adam, was a former resident that had become a therapist, and was on call for the boys if they had any behavioral issues or just needed to talk to someone.

Several times Grant had tried to get Colt to work with Adam about his attitude, but Colt had always refused.

Grant had relayed to the rest of the boys that Jonah had trouble admitting that he liked getting spanked, so the boys were trying to get Jonah to stop acting out in order to get spanked.

"Jonah, you know we have to follow the rules and what is the rule about your punishments?" asked Colt.

"You guys aren't allowed to spank me for being bad, you have to send me to my room and I'm not to have sex for twenty four hours," said Jonah, pouting.

"If you knew that, then why were you a bad boy?" asked Colt sitting down next to Jonah. Colt noticed that even though Jonah was younger than Derrick that there was something just a bit more mature about the boy. He knew that if he had a similar conversation with Derrick, that Derrick would be crying by now, but Jonah was just pouting.

"Well, cause Sir always spanks me when I'm bad and since you are like him now, I thought, well, uh, I thought you'd still play with me anyway since you can make up your own rules," said Jonah.

"Jonah, the thing is that when you are with him, he isn't punishing you for breaking rules, he is punishing you cause you are such a naughty boy when you are with him. Like last night, I saw you being naughty by making him wait. That is being naughty in a good way, but here in the Home, you aren't being naughty, you are being bad to the rest of us. We all have to follow rules, do our chores, and respect each others property and so do you. Do you understand the difference Jonah?" asked Colt.

"I think so. I'm sorry I used your iPad without asking," said Jonah. He slid off the bed and started walking towards the door with his head down and his shoulders slumped. "I'll go to my room now," he said with a sad pathetic little whisper.

"Jonah, stop, turn around and come back here," said Colt as he pointed to the floor in front of where he was sitting on the bed.

Jonah did as Colt ordered, "What?" he asked when he was standing in front of Colt. Colt cocked his head and gave Jonah a questioning look. The boy was confused for a moment, then realized Colt was acting like Sir did when they played. He broke out in a smile as he straightened up, "Sorry Sir."

"That's better boy. Now if you promise me you will stop getting into trouble, I will let you off with just a warning this time," said Colt.

"I promise to stop being bad Sir," said Jonah.

"Good, now get on your knees and take my shoes off," ordered Colt.

"Yes Sir," said Jonah as he dropped to his knees. Colt held out his left foot and Jonah unlaced Colt's size 11 sneaker. Grant often joked that Colt was like a puppy, still growing into his paws. After Jonah had the left shoe off, Colt held out his right foot. When Jonah removed that shoe, Colt pressed his foot to Jonah's chest and pushed the small boy back so his butt was resting on his heels. He rubbed his foot down the boy's chest and stomach and then started using his toes to feel for Jonah's dick. He soon found the hard little three inch [8 cm] nail under the fabric of Jonah's shorts. While his right foot was playing with Jonah's crotch, he held his left foot up to the boy's face. He knew his feet must stink as much as the rest of him; he had been wearing his running shoes without any socks on all morning. He saw Jonah's face scrunch up as he couldn't avoid the stench of Colt's feet.

"Kiss it," ordered Colt. When Jonah hesitated, Colt tapped him in the face with his foot. "I said kiss it, now," growled Colt. Jonah leaned in and kissed the ball of Colt's foot. "Suck my toes. Pretend they are little dicks," said Colt.

Jonah wasn't thrilled about the idea of sucking on Colt's dirty stinky toes.

When he wavered, Colt took his foot and used it to shove Jonah, causing the boy to tumble back onto the floor.

"After I was nice to you and only gave you a warning for misbehaving, you should be eager to show me your thanks. Yet you sit there making faces at me instead of worshiping my feet. You are being a naughty boy Jonah, and naughty boys get punished. Stand up," said Colt.

"Yes Sir, Sorry Sir," said Jonah meekly as he picked himself up off the floor and stood in front of Colt, his head bowed. Colt grabbed the boy's arm and dragged him over his lap. As soon as Jonah was lying across his thighs, he started using his right hand to spank the boy's small ass. As Jonah started to squirm, Colt could feel that Jonah's dick start to harden again; it had gone soft while Colt was shoving his foot in his face.

Colt spent a good five minutes spanking Jonah through the boy's cargo shorts.

Jonah was squirming and moaning the entire time, rubbing himself against Colt's hard cock which was straining against the fourteen year old's jeans. Colt reached under the eleven year old and unbuttoned his shorts. Jonah held himself up so Colt could slide his shorts down his legs. Colt left Jonah's tight white briefs on. He ran his hand over the small little mounds then pulled the waistband of the briefs back and let it snap back against Jonah, who let out a little gasp.

Colt resumed spanking Jonah's briefs covered ass. He started using a little bit more force, causing Jonah to give a little grunt after each blow landed. It only took a couple minutes of the harder spanking before Jonah's whole body shook as he had a dry orgasm. Colt continued spanking him while he came. When his orgasm ended Jonah went limp. Colt stopped spanking him and just caressed the boy's ass for a minute. Then he grabbed the back of the briefs and pulled them down till they rested on the middle of Jonah's smooth thighs.

Jonah's cheeks were red. There were still some darker purplish marks from the spanking Jonah received last night. Colt ran his finger down Jonah's crack a couple times as he admired the red freshly spanked ass. He then slipped his finger up Jonah's asshole, stopping at the second knuckle. Jonah let out a little whimper at the intrusion. "You are such a naughty boy," said Colt.

"I'm sorry Sir," said Jonah, almost purring.

Colt pulled his finger out. "I'm going to give you ten hard ones, I want you to count them out for me," said Colt.

"Yes Sir," said Jonah. Colt raised his hand then brought it down hard on Jonah's right butt cheek. "Ugh, ONE," grunted Jonah. Colt let his hand linger on Jonah's cheek for a second. Then he raised it and gave Jonah four more quick hard spankings, alternating cheeks with each blow. Jonah grunted with each one but managed to keep a proper count. Numbers six and seven were extremely hard blows and Jonah started to have another orgasm after the seventh one landed. The last three were delivered as diagonal blows that swept across both cheeks. Jonah's body was shaking from his orgasm and the endorphins rushing through his body.

But the little trooper never lost count, nor failed to call out the proper number.

Colt's cock was uncomfortably hard and he desperately needed to free it from his jeans. Jonah was barely conscious, so Colt stood up, lifting the little boy with him. He then turned around and laid Jonah face down on the bed. Colt quickly stripped off his own clothes then gently finished removing the rest of Jonah's clothes as the boy lay on the bed panting. Colt laid down next to Jonah and gently stroked his stomach.

Jonah seemed to come out of his daze when he felt Colt rubbing him. "I'm sorry Sir, I should have stripped us," said Jonah. To make up for it, Jonah flipped himself around on the bed and crawled on top of Colt's legs, his head down next to Colt's smelly feet. Without being asked he started messaging Colt's feet with his hands while licking Colt's toes. He ran his tongue over each toe and then between them. After giving the toes a tongue bath, Jonah started sucking on each of them in turn. This is why all the boys enjoyed spanking Jonah, the young boy lost all his inhibitions towards sex after a good hard spanking. Before the spanking he had cringed at the thought of sucking on Colt's feet, now he was moaning and grinding his hard little cock into Colt's thigh as he sucked on Colt's toes.

While Jonah was worshiping his feet, Colt reached back and pulled out a bottle of lube from a cubbyhole in the headboard. Jonah's ass was just below Colt's crotch as the boy rested on top of his legs. Colt squirted some lube onto his fingers then reached down and started working it into Jonah's ass. Jonah moaned around Colt's toe as a finger was pressed into his ass. It didn't take long for Colt to get Jonah's asshole loosened up since his father had fucked Jonah twice last night. After Colt had Jonah ready, he gave Jonah a light slap on his ass to get his attention. "Okay cowboy, time to ride your colt," he said as he coated his cock with lube.

Jonah turned around and squatted over Colt's cock. As Colt held the base, Jonah reached down and guided the tip to his hole. He took a deep breath then slowly started to sit down on Colt's cock. He pushed out to open up his ass. He grimaced a little as Colt's fat uncut cock stretched him. While Colt's cock was about the same length as Sir's cock, it noticeably thicker. Once he had about half of Colt's length in him, he slowly pulled back off. He reached down and jacked Colt's cock a couple times to spread some more lube around, then sat back down on it. This time he was able to make it all way down until his own little tight ball sack was resting on Colt's small patch of brown pubic hair. Jonah's own three inch [8 cm] hairless cock was rock hard and pointing upward along his own belly.

"Yeah, that's a good boy Jonah. Time to play bucking bronco," said Colt as he started bucking his hips up and down on the bed, bouncing Jonah up and down on his crotch, his cock sliding in and out of the boy. Jonah started panting again as the feeling of Colt's fat cock rubbing back forth across that special spot inside his ass drove him to another orgasm. Colt sat up, wrapping his arms around Jonah and kissing the boy. He shoved his tongue in Jonah's mouth as the boy was moaning from the intense dry orgasm. Once Jonah was done with his orgasm, Colt rolled the pair over then pulled his cock out.

"Roll over on your stomach," instructed Colt. Jonah quickly flipped over. Colt immediately shoved his cock back up Jonah's ass, driving it balls deep in one quick thrust. Jonah gave a little grunt as Colt bottomed out in his ass. Colt had his thighs straddling Jonah's smooth legs and he held his chest up so he could look down and watch as he fucked his big dick in and out of Jonah's tiny ass. It didn't take long fucking the boy's tight ass before Colt started to cum.

As his own orgasm took hold he started making short little thrusts as he pumped his load up his brother's ass. When it was over he collapsed down on top of Jonah. After a couple seconds of crushing the boy under his weight, he grabbed the boy and rolled them both over onto their sides. He lay there and ran his free hand over Jonah's chest, stomach, and crotch, just enjoying the connection with his brother and the post orgasm euphoria.

Once Colt's dick softened and popped out of Jonah's ass, the younger boy shifted around and sucked on Colt's cock, cleaning it of the mix of cum, lube and his own ass. After Jonah had cleaned his cock, Colt slapped the boy on the ass again, "Okay Jonah, get dressed and go get your chores done, for real this time."

"Yes Sir," said Jonah. The boy quickly threw on his underwear and shorts then pulled on his shirt. "Thank's Colt," he said as he left the room.

***

Colt wanted to just lie in bed and take a nap after the events of this morning, but he caught a look at the clock and realized he needed to get moving. It was five minutes to noon. He dragged himself out of bed and over to his dresser. He put on a pair of shorts, not bothering with underwear, then pulled a tank top over his head. On the way out the door he slipped on a pair of sandals.

He made it downstairs and out the front door just in time to catch Sam and Mac before they left. Their bags were being loaded into the back of a large Lincoln Town Car by the driver while they were working their way through the farewell committee, which consisted of Roger, Grant, Billy, Eric, and Derrick. When they got to Colt, he put a hand on each of their shoulders, and gave them a serious look. "Samuel and Macaulay, I am ordering you guys to have a fun time on vacation," he said then broke into a smile.

"Thanks Colt," said Sam.

"Colt, do you know where we are going? No one will tell us," said Mac.

"Nope. That's on a need to know basis, and apparently none of us need to know, including you two," joked Colt.

Grant stepped forward, "Okay, time for you boys to hit the road." He handed each of them a large white envelope with their name on the front. In the corner of each envelope was a logo which included the words: 'CEFF - Global Youth Opportunities Summer Conference 2012'. "John will meet you at the airport, he is your official chaperone for the trip, and you are not to open the envelopes until he tells you. And for god's sake, don't lose them, your passports and all the special legal documents you will need to be able to leave the country are in there. Take care boys," he said, giving both Sam and Mac another hug. Sam and Mac got really excited when they heard that John was going to be their chaperone. John had been the one that had first introduced them to skateboarding, but he had not been back to visit that often after he left for college two years ago.

After the car left for the airport, Colt turned to Grant and asked, "so where are they going and what is the Global Youth Opportunities Conference?"

Billy answered instead, "They are going to Shanghai, China. The Global Youth Opportunities Summer Conference is an annual event where thirty disadvantaged youths from around the world get to travel to some location for seminars and activities to build their 'leadership' skills."

"Shanghai, China? Why go all the way over there for some lame seminars?" asked Derrick.

Eric laughed, "The CEFF seminars are lame, but fortunately when you go Derrick, you won't have to actually attend the seminars."

"With both Sam and Mac getting invited this year, and John serving as one of the conference leaders, I don't think it will surprise any of you to learn that the largest skatepark in the world is located in Shanghai, China," said Billy.

"How did you find all this out Billy?" asked Colt.

Billy let out an exaggerated sigh, "Seriously guys, am I the only one here that fucking knows how to use the internet? The information on where the Conference was being held was posted on the Foundation's website like two months ago. Since I knew Sam and Mac were both going, I just googled Shanghai and skateboarding. Sometimes it really is that easy." The boys all laughed and then started playfully shoving each other as they headed back inside the Home.

"Hey Colt, you wanna shoot some hoops with me?" asked Eric.

"I don't know if I have the time, I still haven't showered yet and I need to meet Grant at two, and somewhere in there I need to spend a couple minutes with Billy," said Colt.

"Yeah, Colt, you can't leave me hanging," said Billy as he rubbed his crotch.

"Hmm, actually I can Billy. I think I'm going to make you wait a little longer," said Colt as he gave Billy an evil smile.

"You bastard," replied Billy.

"Aren't we all," quipped Eric. The rest of the boys laughed at one of the common jokes made at the Home. "But seriously Colt, come on, you are the only one that can even give me a challenge on the court. It won't take long, and you'll have plenty of time to shower afterward, please Sir," begged Eric.

"Colt, you should go, I can wait. I'm kind of starting to get off on holding my load for you," said Billy. Colt smiled, yep Billy was definitely the most submissive of the boys.

"Okay, Eric. I just need to run by my room and grab my gym shoes," said Colt.

***

Ten minutes later Colt and Eric were alone in the gymnasium of the Conrad Evans Academy. The Academy was located adjacent to the group home, which made getting to school easy. Although since the Academy was served as a boarding school for the regular students, the boys from the group home actually had the furthest to travel to get to class in the morning. During the summer though, the regular students returned home, which gave the Evans' boys the run of the nearly empty school facilities. Just a small token staff of groundskeepers and administrators remained at the school over the summer break.

The boys stripped off their shirts and took a few warm up shots. When they were ready to begin, Eric tossed the ball to Colt, "Since you're in charge now, you can have first possession, but don't think I'm going to go easy on you just because you can order me around now."

Colt laughed, he always liked Eric, even if they didn't hang out that often. The two got along well, shared a love of sports, and it probably helped that Eric had never once asked to fuck Colt. Colt suspected that Eric might be straight, as he rarely saw him having sex or fooling around with any of the other boys in the Home or at school. The sixteen year old jock had already grown into what Colt was recognizing as 'the Evans body'; usually around six feet [1.85 m] tall, give or take a couple inches, generally slim frame with a little variation depending on how much effort each individual put into building muscle. Eric had the most muscular body of any of the boys. Colt admired Eric's body and his eight pack abs for a second. Eric also had the most unusual natural hair color of the group. It was a dark auburn color and was getting wavy as it grew out. Colt knew Eric would get it cut short in the fall for football season, but Colt preferred it longer.

"What if I order you to lose to me?" asked Colt, dribbling the basketball and maneuvering to get past Eric to the basket. As Colt made a break for the basket, Eric leaned in and gave him a hard shove with his shoulder, shoving Colt away from the ball, which he then stole.

As Eric dribbled the ball back to the top of the key, Colt glared at him. "If you order me to lose I'll go tell Grant you crossed one of those lines that shouldn't be crossed. Then I'll let all the other boys know what a little bitch you are. Only a little bitch would order someone to let them win, you aren't a little bitch are you Colt?" asked Eric. Before Colt could answer, Eric drove to the basket, leaning in to keep Colt from being able to shoulder shove him away from the ball. But instead of using the same dirty play Eric had, Colt instead stuck out his leg and tripped Eric. The older boy tumbled to the wood floor and the ball rolled out of bounds.

"Does that answer your question," said Colt laughing as Eric picked himself up off the court. Eric just smiled back at Colt then went to get the ball and tossed it back to Colt. The two boys spent an hour ostensibly playing basketball, although it seemed to involve more shoving, tripping, and wrestling then it did actually playing basketball. Eric eventually won by three baskets but it had been close the whole time.

It was a few minutes after one pm when the boys finished and started walking back to their home. As they crossed the athletic fields that separated the school from the group home, Colt could tell there was something Eric wanted to talk about. "Eric, spit it out, you keep giving me this look like you're about to say something, then you look the other way," said Colt.

"I'm sorry, Colt," said Eric softly.

"Don't be sorry Eric, just say what you need to say," replied Colt.

"No, that's what I wanted to say, I'm sorry," said Eric.

"Sorry for what?" asked Colt.

"Well, you know, I know none of us are to blame for what he makes us do, but I still wanted to apologize to you. I know I'm probably just being stupid, but there is a part of me that is always afraid that whenever you look at me you, you hate me for, you know," said Eric.

"What the hell are you talking about Eric?" asked Colt since he really did not know what Eric was referring to.

"I can't tell you," said Eric.

"Well, I order you to tell me and remember, you can't lie to me," said Colt starting to get angry that Eric was messing with him.

"I know the rules Colt, and so do you, when I tell you I can't, it is honestly because I can't," said Eric very slowly and looking Colt directly in the eyes.

"Wait, he's ordered you not to tell me something? Something that he had you do to me, that you feel guilty about? I don't have a fucking clue what the hell you mean when you say 'you know'," said Colt, his anger being replaced by confusion and frustration.

"Colt, Sir, if I could tell you anything more, I would. I'm just glad you now know there is something you don't know, Sir. If he even found out I said this much, I'd be in serious trouble, please Sir, I beg you, you can't tell anyone else about this conversation, especially Grant," said Eric. Colt could see a slight touch of fear in Eric's eyes.

"Don't worry Eric, I won't tell anyone," said Colt putting his hand on Eric's shoulder.

"Thank you Sir, I knew I could trust you," said Eric, the fear disappearing from his face and being replaced by a big smile. The boys reached the back door of the home and Eric punched in the door code then held it open for Colt. "Sir, since you are in charge now, with the Benefactor away, I was wondering if I could ask you for a couple of favors, Sir," said Eric.

"Sure, what is it? And Eric, you don't have to call me Sir all the time," said Colt.

"Thank you Sir," said Eric, winking at Colt and giving him a playful smile.

"First, since you will be hanging out with the new kid this evening, I was wondering if it was okay if Billy and I used the downstairs playroom tonight.

And the second thing Sir, is that I thought it might be a good idea to take a group trip to the lake tomorrow. I bet Logan would love it. I know my first trip to the lake made a big impression on me when I was new here," said Eric.

"Good idea Eric. I'll tell Grant to arrange it. As for the playroom, I didn't know you played with Billy. Good for you. But, you know we can always use the playrooms after curfew when the man is out of town, just schedule it with Grant or Roger. Don't forget I told Billy he had to save his load for me today, so if I haven't gotten him off by curfew tonight, you are going to have to make sure he doesn't cum while you guys play," said Colt.

"Not a problem Sir. Colt, maybe you didn't realize I played with Billy because you try to not think about us. You sort of have a blind spot when it comes to Bryan, Dylan, John, Luke, Billy, and myself. As for asking Grant or Roger, you're above them now, so it's only right that I check with you first Sir," said Eric, his head bowed.

Despite having had sex with Jonah less then two hours ago, Colt felt his cock growing. There was just something about having his strong jock older brother calling him 'Sir' and deferring to him that made Colt horny. Colt thought briefly about going to find Derrick or Jonah but realized he was already cutting it close as he need to shower and get to his two o'clock meeting with Grant.

Then it occurred to him that he could probably fuck Grant during the meeting if he needed to.

"Later Colt," said Eric as he entered his own room while Colt continued towards his room and its private bath. As he entered his room Colt had a strange thought, why didn't I consider fucking Billy or Eric just now? And what did Eric mean, I had a blind spot when it comes to most of the older boys that have lived here with me?

Chapter 3
Girls and Boys

Sex is a little back loaded in this one. Also the piss play finally arrives.

"Girls who are boys,
Who like boys to be girls,
Who do boys like they're girls
Who do girls like they're boys"
–'Girls and Boys', Blur

Sam and Mac sat in the back of the car and examined the Conference envelopes.

They were looking to see if they could discover anything about the contents or find a way to open them undetected. They knew that they would get in trouble if they opened them before John gave the okay, and they were debating if it was worth the risk. Eventually they decided not to risk it, why get in trouble in the first hour of being on vacation; they had a whole week to get in trouble.

They didn't have long to wait, as it was just a short car trip to the small airport where their plane was waiting. When the car pulled into the airport, Sam and Mac saw John standing out in front of the airport's lone terminal.

Standing next to him was a teenage girl who appeared to be of Asian ancestry.

The car stopped in front of the pair and John opened the rear door while the driver got out and headed to the trunk to unload the boy's luggage.

Sam and Mac yelled out John's name as they jumped out of the car and immediately wrapped John up in a three-way group hug. "Hey, I'm glad to see you guys too."

Nice hair, when did you guys do that?" asked John.

"Last week, just after school got out for the year. It was my idea and Sam agreed. We are going to decide right before school starts if we keep it, or cut it off and go back to our original color," said Mac.

"Cool, oh, I almost forgot," said John as he released the boys and put his hand on the shoulder of the girl standing next to him. She was thirteen, mixed race, Caucasian and Chinese, and very beautiful. She had wavy shoulder length black hair and dark brown eyes. "Jenn, this is Samuel, and this is Macaulay; they are both from the CE Home for Boys. Sam and Mac, this is Jennifer. She is from the CE Home for Girls. We are all going to be traveling together to the Conference," said John getting the introductions out of the way. The trio exchanged awkward handshakes.

"So, do you boys have your unopened conference envelopes?" asked John. The pair nodded and handed them over to John. "Okay, looks like our luggage is headed to the plane, so let's get going. Please follow me, we have a flight to catch," said John as he turned and walked into the small one gate terminal. "Since we will be traveling directly to an international destination, we have to have everything cleared by the government before we depart," said John as he opened the envelopes and pulled out the paperwork to get the minors cleared for the flight.

Sam and Mac were dying of curiosity as they still had no idea where they were going. "John, come on, you got to tell us where we are going, no one has told us anything yet," said Sam.

Jenn gave him a strange look, "Really? You got invited to the Conference and you don't even know where it is? It's in China, Shanghai to be exact."

"Jenn, Sam and Mac are on a special scholarship for the Conference, like you. But they weren't told where it was because we decided to have a bit of fun with them," said John.

Jenn smiled and laughed, "Oh, sorry if I ruined it."

Sam and Mac were silent as they tried to figure out the significance of the destination and what a special scholarship meant. It was Mac that figured out the significance of the location, "Shanghai? Isn't that where that huge skatepark is?"

"Why yes Mac, it is. Shanghai just happens to be the location of the world's largest outdoor skatepark. What a lucky coincidence," deadpanned John.

Sam meanwhile was thinking about the scholarship comment, "So Jenn, you live at the Girl's Home? Does your Home have a special benefactor…"

John quickly grabbed Sam by the back of the neck, cutting the boy off. "Sam, that's not the kind of conversation we have in a public place. I'm sure there will be an opportunity to have that conversation with Jenn in a more private location."

"Oh yeah, right, sorry," said Sam.

As they approached the security counter, the TSA supervisor came out from the back and greeted John. "Welcome, are these the minors traveling out of the country that the Foundation contacted us about?" she asked.

"Yes ma'am, and I'm their chaperone, John Jackson. Here is all the paperwork that we were asked to bring with us today," he said as set the envelopes down on the counter. The regular TSA agent stepped aside and observed as the pair quickly went through all the documents. It was obvious that all the parties evolved knew all the requirements and had all the documents and passports ready.

Within a few minutes everybody was cleared and they were through the metal detectors.

"Okay, follow me, you guys and gal are in for a treat," said John, smiling like a Cheshire cat. John led the teenagers out the back of the terminal. Sitting about thirty yards from the terminal was a Bombardier 7000 Global private jet.

As they walked to the stairs leading up to the plane, they could see their bags being loaded onto the plane.

"Oh my god, this is so awesome!" exclaimed Mac.

***

Colt sat down at his desk. He had quickly showered, paying special attention to washing his pits, which had been particularly ripe, then dressed in black boxer briefs, tan cargo shorts, and a tight blue t-shirt. He glanced at the clock; he had fifteen minutes till he was due in Grant's office. He pulled out the flash memory token that his father had given him with Logan's file stored on it. He regretfully glanced over at his iPad, it would be so much easier if he could just plug this into the iPad but apparently his father wasn't up on recent tech.

So Colt fired up his laptop. He could spend ten minutes looking at the file, then still have time to run by the kitchen and grab a sandwich on his way.

The new boys name was Logan Ashley Conner; he turned ten on February 26th. Logan had spent the last two years at the Alternative Resources Group Home, but before that he had been with a foster family, the Schmidts. The family consisted of a husband and wife plus three biological daughters, currently aged 16, 14, and 8.

Just like the rest of the boys at the Home, Logan had been dropped off at a hospital under the State's Safe Haven law. None of this surprised Colt, as it was basically the same story for all of the boys at the Home.

The interesting part of the file was in the psychological section which addressed Grant's comments about the boy being effeminate. Apparently, the psychological tests indicated that Logan suffered from 'gender confusion'. The recommendation at the end was that to ensure Logan's future happiness and mental well-being that it would be best to help Logan stop fighting his true nature and embrace his feminine qualities rather than repress them. As Colt was trying to contemplate what that meant, he saw that his ten minutes was up. So he quickly copied the file onto his laptop, emailed it to himself then shut down the laptop. On his way out the door, he grabbed his iPad and headed to the kitchen to get something to eat since he was starving, having only had the protein shake this morning.

Precisely at two pm, Colt arrived at Grant's office, with his mouth stuffed, an iPad in one hand and a half-eaten turkey sandwich in the other. Grant was waiting for him and told him to shut the door and pull up a chair next to him.

Once Colt was sitting down. Grant's office was decent sized, about ten feet [3 m] square. There was a large desk with three monitors arranged on it. Colt saw that one monitor was devoted to feeds from the Home's security cameras. One monitor had Logan's file up, and the third had the schedule for the Home and all its staff and residents. "Were you able to take a look at Logan's file?" asked Grant.

"Mmmnnhuh," said Colt nodding while he chewed.

"Good, so you understand our objective. We need to get Logan to accept himself and even embrace his feminine side. Right now he is fighting his natural desires. I have a few suggestions but I'm interested in hearing what ideas you might have," said Grant.

Colt swallowed the food that was in his mouth, "Yeah, I got a couple ideas. But before we get into dealing with his issue, I think it is important that we get him to embrace the Home and become comfortable with all of us. He won't accept himself if he is afraid we won't accept him. Eric had a great idea for getting him to love living here and I think it will also help him learn that the boys here will accept him. I want to take him and the rest of the group to the lake tomorrow. Arrange that for us," said Colt.

"That's a great idea Colt. I'll make the call and have the lake camp prepared.

You guys will need chaperones for a official Home outing. I assume Roger and I will meet with your approval," suggested Grant.

"Yeah, that'll work," said Colt. "On my way down here I had an idea for Logan at the lake. Here, I'll shoot you an email with what I'll need to have at the lake. Make it happen," said Colt.

"No problem Colt. Also, I had a couple of ideas for Logan that I would like to go over with you," said Grant.

***

John, Sam, Mac, and Jenn sat in the front compartment of the private jet as it left the ground, headed for China. After they quickly climbed to cruising altitude, the Captain made an announcement, "We are in route to Alaska where we will have a stop to refuel. Our flight time to Alaska is roughly nine hours. Please relax and enjoy the flight."

"Okay, the pilots know to stay in the forward compartment. So we will have privacy here and in the rear compartment the entire flight," said John. "And yes, Sam, he does visit the Girl's Home occasionally as well. Jenn knows to follow the same rules we do," explained John.

"Yeah, although I think you two will have more fun on this trip then I will. Don't get me wrong, I'm going to have fun and enjoy the trip; it's just I'm not into skateboards or BMX. But I'll still get a lot of riding in I think," said Jenn with a wink and a sly smile.

"Speaking of our very generous friend, I believe he would like to see you in the back Jenn. Just so everyone is familiar with the little layout of our flying home, the front is reserved for the crew, our pilot and his co-pilot. We don't go up there and they don't come back here. Which means, no stewardesses to bring us drinks and food, that will be my job. In the rear compartment is a bedroom with its own lavatory, here in the middle compartment we have our seats, the food and drinks, entertainment and another toilet. Also if anyone needs it, that door back there off the little hallway to back room, is a shower. So Jenn, have fun in the back," said John.

Jenn nodded, then got up from her seat and went through the door that lead to the plane's bedroom. Once she was out of the room, John put a hand on each of Sam and Mac's legs and gave them a squeeze. "You guys want to play a game to help pass the time?" he asked.

The two boys smiled and nodded. "Okay, here is the game, we all have to see how long we can go without taking a piss. When you do eventually piss, it has to be on or in someone. The winner is the last one that has to piss, and the prize is that he gets to tell the losers what to do until we land in Alaska," said John with an evil grin.

"I'm not sure that games going to be much fun," said Sam. "The pilot said we are landing in nine hours. Mac and I have held it for longer then that, we're used to holding it the entire school day so we can play after school."

John got up from his seat and headed over to a small refrigerator. "I know, that's why we're going to make this a little more challenging. I'm going to let you both have a couple beers during the flight. While we are landing to refuel in nine hours, we aren't getting off the plane for almost a full day. So as long as you two are sober when we land in China, it's anything goes," said John as he pulled three beers out of the refrigerator.

In the back of the plane, Jenn was disrobing for Conrad Evans the Fourth. He lay naked on the bed, and watched as his daughter stripped. "I assume Carol told you why you are here?" he asked. Carol was the Director of the Girl's Home.

"Yes Sir," answered Jenn. "She told me Doc confirmed that I'm at my most fertile this week, so that is why I was selected. She also told me that I wasn't to mention the special gift you are going to give me to the boys."

Conrad stroked his cock as he watched the young girl, "Being fertile isn't the only reason you were selected Jenn. You were selected because you are very beautiful and you will give me a very beautiful child."

***

Promptly at three pm, a Country Social Services van pulled up outside the Conrad Evans Group Home for Boys. Victoria Jones and Logan got and entered the Home.

Waiting for them in the lobby were Grant and Colt. Introductions were made, then Grant and Victoria went into Grant's office to finalize the county transfer paperwork, leaving Colt with Logan.

"Here, they are going to be a few minutes, why don't we sit down," said Colt. He gently put a hand on Logan's shoulder and guided him over to a pair of chairs in the lobby. Colt noticed that Logan was just a hair shorter than Jonah's 4'6" [1.37 m], even though he was almost a year younger. Logan had brown hair, a little bit darker than Colt's, and the hair was long, falling a couple inches past his shoulders. Logan had green eyes and a very pretty face. The way Logan carried himself and walked were definitely a bit feminine and Colt knew at the ARG Home, Logan would have been bullied constantly for being a sissy.

Logan sat down next to Colt. He was afraid that this place was going to be just like ARG, even though Victoria had spent the entire ride over here trying to assure him that he was very lucky to be accepted at the Conrad Evans Home, because it was the best home for boys like him in the entire country, and that he was going to love it here. So far it seemed okay, and the cute boy that was watching him in the lobby, Colt, was being nice to him, but that was probably because the adults were in the next room.

"You know Logan, I lived at the ARG Home for a couple years. I hated that place. I am so glad to be living here, and I know you are going to like it here as much as I do. The other boys are all really nice; we treat each other like family here. Everyone is going to love you, I'm sure of it," said Colt as he gently rubbed Logan's back.

"I've never had brothers before. I did have sisters at my old foster home," said Logan in a soft high pitched voice.

"Really? Were your sisters nice? I had an older foster brother when I was with a foster family but never had a sister. Now I got a ton of great brothers. I bet having sisters was cool, I wish I had a sister," said Colt.

Victoria came back into the lobby and walked over to the boys. "Okay, we are all set. Logan, Colt is going to get you set up here. He will explain all the rules of the Home and show you around. I know you are going to be very happy here," said Victoria. She gave Logan a hug. Then she turned to Colt, "And Colt, I want you to take good care of Logan. It was good to see you again, son." She then hugged Colt. "Okay, goodbye boys," she said.

"Bye ma'am," said Colt to Victoria as she headed back to the van. "Okay, Logan come with me, we need to get you entered into the Home's computer system and then I can show you around." He wrapped an arm around Logan's shoulders and picked up Logan's suitcase with his other hand. He guided him out of the lobby and back into Grant's office. In Grant's office they sat back down and Grant began typing something into the computer. The screens were angled so that Logan could not see them from where he was seated.

"Hmm, there seems to be a problem with the database. It's not accepting Logan's name. There seems to be some type of conflict. It keeps bring up one of the prior resident's information; you aren't the first Logan we've had here apparently. This is a big problem, we can't have Logan staying here if we can't get him set up in the Home's database," said Grant sounding very worried.

"There has to be something we can do to get him entered. What about switching his first and middle names, maybe that would work," suggested Colt. "Logan, what's your middle name?"

"Ashley," said Logan a bit reluctantly. He was afraid Colt would make fun of it for being a girl's name. Lots of boys at the ARG Home had teased him about having a girl's name when someone told them his middle name.

"Ashley? That's a great name. I like that name. Can you see if that will work Grant?" said Colt.

Grant typed away at the keyboard, "Yep, that worked. Quick thinking Colt. I hope you don't mind Logan, the way your name is set up here isn't going to effect anything official."

"I guess it's okay. My sisters used to call me Ashley sometimes, but the boys at ARG teased me about it," said Logan.

"Well don't worry Logan, no one here is going to make fun of your name," said Colt.

"Yes, we have a zero tolerance policy for bullying here Logan. We are a family, the only family any of us here have. Just like you, I was an orphan abandoned at birth, same with Colt and same with the rest of the boys. This place specializes in taking care of orphans like us. Now that you are set up in the computer, it is time to start learning about your new home. All new residents are assigned a mentor. Colt is your mentor. He is responsible for making sure you learn how everything works here at the Home, and know all the rules. He will also introduce you to the other boys. For the first week, you are going to share a room with Colt as you get used to your new home. We are done here, so I'll let Colt get started on showing you around," said Grant.

Colt got up and grabbed Logan's suitcase. "Come on Ashley, sorry, I mean Logan, let's head upstairs," said Colt as he led the new boy out of Grant's office and headed for the stairs. "The ground floor is pretty much all administration and staff space, so really the only time you spend here is if you need to talk to Grant or Roger, or if you are just headed through here to somewhere else, like school. You will be going to the Conrad Evans Academy. It's one of the best private schools in the country, and it's right outside our back door. It's grades six through twelve but the campus is split between the middle school and the high school. Derrick and Jonah will be with you in the middle school and they will look out for you once school starts. We look out for each other at school, so you won't have to worry about anyone there picking on you," said Colt as the boys walked up two flights of stairs to reach the third floor.

"Okay, let me show you where our rooms are first, that way we can set your stuff down. They are up here on the third floor. There are twelve rooms located around the outside of the hallway, we each get our own room. Also we each have our own private bathroom in our room. You're living the sweet life now Ash. Oh sorry, do you mind if I call you Ash? It's a really cool name and I just think it fits you," said Colt.

"Okay, if you want. I don't mind," said Logan. The sudden change in his circumstances had the boy in a state of shock. He felt like he was dreaming, and he was afraid he was going to wake up. Instead of sharing a room with four other boys who hated him, and made fun of him constantly, calling him names like sissy and faggot, he was going to have a room all his own. Also, there was this really cute older boy that instead of picking on him was being really nice and giving him all this attention. It all just seemed to be too good to be true.

"So Ash, that's my room there, I'll show it to you in a minute. Even though you are going to be staying with me for a few days to get settled, let's put your stuff in your room. You can keep your clothes and things in here and just sleep with me in mine until your comfortable. Here this is your room, it's right next door to mine," said Colt as he opened the door to Logan's room.

"The doors don't have locks, but most of the boys are pretty good about knocking and not coming in uninvited," said Colt holding the door open for Logan. The room looked huge to the ten year old. He had shared a smaller room with one of his older sisters when he was little, and the room he shared at group home had been about the same size except it was for five boys, not one. Therewas a queen bed under a large window on the wall opposite the door, on the wall to the right was a closet, and next to the closet was a dresser. On the wall to the left was a door to the bathroom and a desk. There were built in cabinets and shelves on both sides of the bed, and on the wall flanking the door to the hallway. At the foot of the bed was a chest with keypad lock, while a computer and an iPad were sitting on the desk.

Logan just stood in the doorway staring at it all in disbelief. Colt finally pushed Logan into the room and set his suitcase down on the floor. As Logan stared about the room, Colt pulled the backpack off the boy's slender shoulders and set it down on the desk chair. He had to suppress a laugh when he saw the laptop and iPad. The laptop was purple and pink while the iPad had a pink cover with a unicorn and a rainbow on it. These, along with slowly working on getting Logan comfortable with being called Ashley, were Grant's idea. Logan came over to see what Colt was looking at and got a horrified expression on his face when he saw the iPad.

"Those are for a girl," said Logan.

"Yeah, sorry about that. The only extra ones the Home had available were from the Girl's Home. It's only temporary; they should be able to get you new ones before school starts," apologized Colt.

"But I can't use these, people will make fun of me," said Logan.

"No one outside the home will know, and none of the boys here care. We've all had to make do with some hand-me-downs from the Girl's Home before. My first year here, I had to ride a Girl's bike if I wanted to go bike riding, cause it was the only one they had that was the right size," said Colt lying to Logan.

"You promise they won't make fun of me?" asked Logan warily.

"I promise. Now let's go finish the tour and meet the guys," said Colt as he put his arm around the boy and led him back out into the hall. They peaked into Colt's bedroom next door. It was a corner room and even bigger then Logan's room. "The oldest boys get the corner bedrooms, so Billy, Eric, Sam, and I have them now. When Billy leaves for college at the end of the summer, Mac will be next in line for a corner room but I doubt he will want to move, so Derrick will take it," said Colt.

Logan didn't quite follow all the names but he got enough to ask, "Why wouldn't he want to move? Wouldn't he want the big corner room?"

"Cause right now his room is next door to Sam's. Sam and Mac are boyfriends, so Mac may not want to take Billy's room. It's on the other side of the building from Sam's," explained Colt.

"Boyfriends? They are gay and that's allowed here?" asked Logan in disbelief.

"Yes, like I keep trying to tell you, we are a family here, and we accept and love all our family as long as they accept and love us back. So if you have a problem with gay people you need to get over it right now. I don't want you making fun of Sam or Mac for being gay," said Colt.

"No, I'm sorry, I don't hate gays. It's just that at the other home the gay boys would get beat up," said Logan.

Colt closed the door to his room and led Logan down the hallway to the media room. "So bedrooms are on the outside and in the middle are the media room and the game room," explained Colt. As they approached the doors, they heard electronic gunfire and explosions coming from the game room. Inside Derrick and Billy were playing a first person shooter in co-op mode. When Billy saw Colt and Logan at the door, he paused the game, which brought a protest from Derrick who couldn't see the door from where he was sitting.

"Derrick, we got company," said Billy, as he set down his controller and stood up. Derrick craned his neck around in the chair and looked at Logan.

"Hey guys, this is our new housemate, Logan Ashley Conner. Logan, I would like you to meet Billy and Derrick," said Colt.

Billy stepped forward and shook hands with Logan. "Hi Logan," he said.

"Hello," responded Logan.

Derrick followed Billy's example and stepped forward and shook hands with Logan.

Colt turned to Billy and asked, "Do you know where Jonah and Eric are?"

"Yeah, they are down in the weight room. Apparently Jonah wants Eric to start teaching him how to lift weights.

"Okay great, well you guys enjoy your game, time for us to finish the tour," said Colt.

"Nice to meet you Logan Ashley Conner," said Billy as Colt guided Logan out of the room and showed him the media room next door. The media room was full of comfortable recliners and a couple sofas all arranged facing a screen that took up most of the far wall. "It's a Hi Def projection system with a surround sound speakers built into the walls," explained Colt pointing out the equipment. "We watch a lot of movies in here at night."

"Okay, let's go downstairs and see the rest of the rooms, here jump on my back," said Colt as he positioned himself to give Logan a piggy back ride downstairs.

Logan jumped up on Colt's back and wrapped his arms around Colt's neck and his legs around Colt's waist. Colt reached his arms back and grabbed Logan's butt, ostensibly to help support Logan's weight but in reality so he could feel the boy's ass.

***

As Sam and Mac sipped their beers, John went over the itinerary for the week.

"So it's a day's travel to get there, and another day to get back. The first day is completely open as we are all going to be wiped out and jet lagged. After that the Conference is three days with seminars in the morning and then events and outings you can sign up for in the afternoon. The fourth day is an all day party at the skatepark sponsored by the Conference. You guys can look over the Conference program tomorrow while were hanging out and resting at the hotel. If there are any of the seminars, events, or outings you want to go to, just let me know. Otherwise the three of us can do whatever we want, either spend all day every day at the skatepark or spend it in the hotel room playing, or hopefully a mix of both. And speaking of playing, I want you both to down those beers now," said John.

Sam and Mac dutifully gulped down the beers. It took them longer to finish them than John. Of course, having just finished his Sophomore year of college, John had more practice pounding beers. John got up went over to the small kitchen area again. He returned with three bottles of water and set them down on the table. Sam scowled at John, "You don't play fair!"

"No, I don't. Now, drink," ordered John. As Sam drank his water, he started to get an erection just thinking about how much they were going piss from all the beer and water. Mac was already starting to feel the pressure in his bladder and shifted in his seat trying to find a more comfortable position. John noticed Mac's discomfort, "Remember Mac, you can admit defeat at any time, just admit you need to pee."

"You're not going to win that easily," said Mac.

"Maybe, maybe not. Just so we are ready though, why don't we strip down to our underwear," suggested John. He took off his CEFF Global Youth Opportunities Conference polo Shirt and khaki pants to reveal a pair of red see-through mesh trunk briefs.

Sam and Mac quickly kicked off their Vans, pulled off their t-shirts, then slid out of their skinny jeans. They were both wearing very tight white boxer briefs.

In unison, the pair reached down and both adjusted their dicks in their boxer briefs as they checked out John's hard cock which was visible through the mesh material and lying along his right hip. They could also see John's trimmed patch of brown pubic hair through the material.

"Drink up guys," said John.

***

Colt trotted through the second floor, giving Logan a quick tour, starting with the dining room and kitchen. "If you're hungry, this is where to come. There is usually something to eat in the fridge or in your food cabinet. Sometime this week, you'll visit the Doctor for a full check up and he will also have a nutritional plan prepared for you. Once that's done then the staff will keep your cabinet stocked with your approved foods. During the school year we generally take most of our meals over at the school. Right now though, one of us will be on kitchen duty and have to prepare dinner, currently it's Billy, so if you don't like the food you can blame him. Dinner is at six. We're on our own for breakfast and lunch."

After the kitchen and dining room, Colt bounced on over and showed Logan the library and study room. Finally he brought him to the weight room. He set the boy down and then opened the door. Inside Eric was standing over Jonah spotting the younger boy as he did bench presses. Both the boys were just wearing shorts and were covered in sweat. Colt waited at the door until Jonah was finished with his set.

Logan was intimated, to him jocks and boys that worked out had usually been the ones most likely to bully him. He stood behind Colt, leaning into him. Colt felt Logan lean into him and grab onto his shorts. He reached back and wrapped his arm around the boy.

"Hey Colt, your shadow have a name?" asked Eric after he had secured the weight bar.

"Eric, this is our newest addition to the gang. We seem to be having some debate on his name though, it's officially Logan Ashley Conner, but which do you think is better, Logan or Ashley?" asked Colt, then silently mouthed 'Ashley'.

"Hmm, they are both good names, but I think Ashley is cooler," said Eric, "Nice to meet you Logan or Ashley and welcome to our home." As Eric was talking, Jonah had sat up but was just sitting there on the bench staring at Logan.

"Ash, that mute sitting on the bench over there is Jonah," said Colt.

"Uh, hey," said Jonah shyly.

"Hey," said Logan.

"So, now you've meet everyone and seen the place. Why don't we let Eric and Jonah finish their workout. We can go up and get your stuff unpacked and I can show you how to use your iPad, laptop and the lock on your trunk. The iPad is really cool, we have a custom app that one of our former members wrote that is used for a lot of the things around here," said Colt.

***

Mac made it half way through his second beer before he gave up, "Okay, I lose, I gotta pee like now guys."

"Sam, I know you will enjoy it more, so why don't you go help Mac out.

"Oh yeah," said Sam jumping up and grabbing Mac's hand and dragging him over to the shower. John followed and held the door open as the boys crowded into the small stall. Sam slid down to his knees in front of his thirteen year old boyfriend. Mac was 5'3" [1.60 m] and skinny. As he stood over Sam and looked down, his shaggy black hair hung down almost covering his face. Sam rubbed his hand over the bulge in Mac's briefs and felt the boy's four and a half inch [11½ cm] hard dick that was angled to the Mac's left.

"Come on Mac, let it go and wet your briefs for me," said Sam. It took Mac just a couple seconds to start peeing, even with an erection; he'd had a lot of practice and a lot to drink. Sam watched a small spot of the white cotton fabric dampen and turn translucent, then it started to grow. When it reached the bottom of the boxer, the piss started to run down Mac's hairless thigh. Sam leaned in and sucked on the head of Mac's cock through the piss soaked cotton, which caused Mac to whimper. Sam buried his nose in Mac's piss soaked briefs and ran his tongue over the wet cotton covering Mac's dick. Sam enjoyed the wet warmth against his face and the smell of Mac's urine.

Sam pulled down the front of Mac's underwear and grabbed his cock by the base and pointed it so that Mac's stream of piss washed over his chest. Mac reached down and grabbed a handful of Sam's hair and pulled the older boy's mouth onto his pissing cock, "Oh fuck yeah Sam, drink it," groaned Mac. John stood at the door watching the two boys. The six foot tall college sophomore was rubbing his hard dick through the soft mesh of his underwear as he watched Sam take Mac's four and half inch [11½ cm] uncut dick into his mouth as piss was rush out of it.

Sam could feel the flow of Mac's piss starting to ebb. As the last drops of Mac's piss left his dick, Sam switched from drinking to sucking. He moved his hand from the base of Mac's dick and used it to start rubbing Mac's hairless ball sack while he used his other hand to pull Mac's piss soaked underwear down to his thighs. Then with his face buried in his younger brother's crotch, he slid his hands around the boy's hips and grabbed a smooth butt cheek in each hand. It didn't take long of Sam pulling Mac in and out of his mouth before Mac unloaded his cum down Sam's throat where it mixed with his golden nectar.

Before Mac even had a chance to recover from his orgasm, John crammed into the shower with the boys, "Damn, you are going to win this thing Sam, I gotta cum and but I can't get off with my bladder full." He grabbed Mac's shoulder and shoved the boy down onto his knees, then he hooked the front of his underwear behind his balls, freeing his cock. He then started hosing the two boys down, pissing on their heads, soaking their hair and faces. Mac grabbed John's dick and started drinking the piss straight from the tap. Sam reached over and ran his hands through Mac's damp hair then started licking John's piss off the boy's neck.

After John was done pissing, Mac sucked on his dick while Sam pulled John in between them and started licking his ass. John almost fell on top of the boys when he shot his load down Mac's throat as Sam had his tongue jammed up his ass.

"So Sam, you won, you get tell us what to do for the rest of this leg of the flight, you got any ideas," asked John.

"Oh yeah, first I'm going piss on you John and make you drink some of it. Then I want you to fuck me while I fuck Mac. Then Mac and I are going to take turns fucking you while you fuck the other one of us," said Sam.

***

Grant finished typing up a report of the day's activities for Conrad to review when he returned. He glanced over at the monitor that had the feeds from the security cameras. Colt was watching a movie with Logan, Derrick and Jonah. Logan appeared to have fallen asleep lying on the couch with his head in Colt's lap.

He had seen Billy and Eric head down to the basement about a half hour earlier.

He entered the code to log into the high security server which hosted the hidden cameras located in the basement and the boy's rooms. He pressed his palm to the scanner and read the randomly generated security phrase for the voice match.

He saw Eric tied up to one of the St. Andrew's crosses in the playroom. Billy was placing clothes pins along Eric's sides, arms, legs, and balls. Eric appeared to be talking to Billy, probably Eric topping Billy from the bottom. He knew Eric would often order Billy to tie him up and masturbate him. Grant pulled up the audio for the room to confirm his guess. Instead of hearing Eric's voice, all he could here was Nine Inch Nails blaring. They must have brought down one of their laptops to play some music, thought Grant. He knew Eric preferred listening to industrial type music while undergoing long bondage sessions. The laptop must be close to the intercom. Grant turned the sound back off, he did not have the same taste in music as Eric, to him it just sounded like noise.

He was watching Billy twist Eric's nipples when he heard a knock on the door.

He shifted the video feeds back to the public area cameras and saw Roger standing out in the hallway. "Come in Roger," he said.

Roger entered Grant's office and closed the door behind himself. He sat down in one of the chairs. "Everything looks fine and the place is all locked up. I'm gonna head home. Did Colt tell the rest of the boy's about the trip to the lake tomorrow?" asked Roger.

"Yeah, he told them all at dinner. I've made all the arrangements except for a special request from Colt. You planning to ride over with us or you going drive yourself?" asked Grant.

"I'm planning on getting out there early to do a sweep of the area and make sure everything is set up, that's the reason I'm going to head home early tonight. But I wanted to stop and ask you about Billy. Is he doing okay?" asked Roger.

"He seems fine, I just checked on him and Eric in the basement. It looks like Eric is having Billy tie him up and play with him like usual. I tried listening in but Eric's got his music on," said Grant.

"Yeah, I watched them when they first went down there and before they turned the music on. They are up to their usual antics. Poor Eric. I don't know if he is going to get played with enough this summer," said Roger.

"Yeah, I guess it isn't quite the full experience if he has to keep telling Billy what to do," said Grant. "Maybe once Colt is fully triggered, he'll start playing with Eric."

"Maybe. Did Conrad tell you why he used Billy to prime Colt last night? Why with Billy and Colt's history would he risk it?" asked Roger.

"Who else was he going to use? He couldn't use Eric. Eric would have fought back against Colt unless he was tied up, and Colt wouldn't think to tie Eric up unless he had been ordered to, which would have defeated the purpose. Colt needed to take charge and use one of the boys without asking the boy's permission or having been ordered to do it," explained Grant.

"Why didn't forcing himself on Billy fully trigger Colt then?" asked Roger.

"Well it started the process but since Colt has fucked Billy a few times and knows Billy is submissive, Colt at an unconscious level believes Billy consented. Once Colt does as Conrad orders and takes Logan, that won't be the case," explained Roger.

"Okay, but we need to keep an eye on Billy and make sure his conditioning is still in place. The last time Conrad tried to use Billy with Colt for one of his little experiments, it was a fiasco. It messed with both of their conditioning, particularly Colt. Fortunately I was able to get Billy back on track, but Colt, man, what Doc did to fix him. He still doesn't remember any of it," said Roger.

"Yeah, but that's why we need to keep an eye on those two for a bit, just to make sure. If any cracks are going to appear, it would be in the next couple days. If you notice anything out of the ordinary for either one, let me know," said Grant.

"Will do, and you do the same. Two sets of eyes are better than one. Well, have a good night, don't stay up too late. They will want to leave for the lake as early as they can," said Roger as he got up to head to his apartment which was across the street from the Home.

"Oh Roger, since you are going to get there early, can you help me out with Colt's special arrangements for tomorrow? I need you to do me a favor with one of the life jackets," said Grant.

***

Downstairs in the basement, Billy started tickling Eric's stomach. Eric squirmed against the restraints that held him bound to the cross. His violent movement was also causing several of the clothespins to pop off painfully. "Did you do as I asked Eric? Did you plant that seed in Colt's mind?" asked Billy as he stopped the tickling so Eric could answer.

"Yes Sir, it was hard, I'm not allowed to say anything about it, but I found a way to get him thinking about it, Sir." said Eric panting.

"Good boy," said Billy, "You deserve a reward." Billy walked over and picked up a pair of nipple clamps connected by a chain. He returned to Eric and attached them to the jock's nipples then slowly started tugging on the chain as he reached down with his other hand and stroked Eric's hard cock. Eric had the biggest cock of the boys at seven and a half inches [19 cm], but Colt's was just a quarter inch shorter and just as thick and he was two years younger and still growing. Eric was leaking pre-cum like crazy and Billy pulled back his foreskin and smeared some of it around the head of Eric's dick. The jock boy pulled against his bonds. "Come on Eric, you need to keep thanking me, give the cameras a show," said Billy.

"Thank you Sir for using me. I'll do anything you say, just give me release," begged Eric.

"Here, you made a mess of my hand, lick up your cock juice boy," said Billy as he held his pre-cum coated hand up to Eric's mouth. Eric licked his palm then sucked on his fingers. When he'd gotten all the sweet silky pre-cum off Billy's hand, Billy pulled it away.

"Thank you Sir," said Eric.

"Okay, time to get you off Eric, but only if you promise to do something for me tomorrow at the lake. Will you promise to find a way to do what I ask you Eric?" asked Billy as he reached down and gave his brother's dick a few teasing tugs.

"Yes Sir, anything Sir, I promise, just please let me cum," begged Eric. Billy pulled his hand away from Eric's dick and held it so his finger tips were just resting on the head of his dick. Eric thrust his hips out in order to push his dick closer to Billy's hand but Billy kept moving his hand just a little bit further away. Soon Eric's body was bowed out, away from the cross, his arm muscles bulging as he strained to support his weight and push his crotch out further.

Billy leaned in and whispered in Eric's ear as he wrapped his hand around the top of Eric's seven and a half inch [19 cm] cock and started jacking the foreskin up and down over the head. Billy timed it perfectly so just as he finished telling Eric what he wanted him to do, Eric's cum started erupting out of his dick. Billy caught most of it in his hand then held it up to Eric's mouth and made the jock eat his own cum. "Thank you Sir," said Eric when he was done.

Billy removed the nipple clamps and all the clothes pins, causing little jolts of pain to coarse through Eric as blood and sensation returned to the numbed areas. Even though he had just had an orgasm he started to get hard again. Billy slapped his dick a couple times, "You can stop calling me Sir, and go back to acting normal around me until I tell you otherwise."

"Okay Billy, thanks," said Eric.

By the time Eric and Billy finished cleaning up the playroom and returned upstairs, the rest of the boys had gone to bed. Billy said goodnight to Eric then went to Colt's room. Just one more thing to do tonight then I can get to bed, well two more things, he thought as he reached down and gave his hard dick a squeeze through his shorts.

Colt lay in bed on his side, wearing just a pair of loose fitting boxers. He stared over at Logan, who was sleeping peacefully next to him. The ten year old effeminate boy was on his stomach, facing away from Colt. Logan had worn a set of old ill fitting plaid pajamas to bed. Colt pulled the sheet back to get a better view of the boy's tiny ass. He started thinking of subtle little things he could do to further push Logan into becoming Ashley and dressing up for him.

Colt's cock got erect as he thought about dominating and fucking Logan while he was dressed up as a girl.

As quietly as he could, Billy opened Colt's door a crack. The room was dimly lit by a night light in the bathroom and the little bit of light that was spilling in from the hallway. Logan and Colt were lying in Colt's queen sized bed, with the sheet pulled partly down, Colt was on his side and had his hand hovering a couple inches over Logan's butt. "Colt, good you're still awake," he whispered.

Colt lifted his head and pulled his hand back, "Yeah, Billy, I'm still awake, what is it?"

"Sorry to bother you Sir, but please, Sir I beg you, please let me cum. I'm desperate Sir," begged Billy.

Colt realized he had completely forgotten about having told Billy to hold his load for him. A little part of Colt felt guilty for having forgotten about Billy and he wondered if it was related to what Eric had mentioned to him, but another part of him got off on realizing that Billy had been obeying his command not to cum all day.

"Please Sir," begged Billy from the doorway.

Colt didn't want to leave Logan in the room alone in case the small boy woke up.

He didn't want his little brother to feel abandoned, all alone in the night in a strange new place. So he motioned for Billy to head into the bathroom. Then as gently and quietly as he could, Colt got up off the bed. Billy immediately figured out what Colt intended so he slipped into the room and quietly shut the door then went into Colt's bathroom. Colt checked to see if Logan was still asleep, he was, then got up and followed Billy into the bathroom and closed the door.

The bathroom was lit by the nightlight and it was enough for Colt to see Billy kneeling on the bathmat in the middle of the tile floor. Billy had his eyes down at Colt's feet and was slowly running his tongue over his lips. Colt grabbed the back of Billy's head and pulled the boy's into his crotch. He ground his older brother's face into his boxers. He pulled Billy's head back and used his free hand to fish his hard dick out of his loose boxers. Billy stuck out his tongue and held his mouth open as he looked up at Colt, silently pleading for the boy to feed him his cock.

Instead Colt slowly jacked his dick teasing Billy, letting his pre-cum accumulate on the head till it started dripping. Billy quickly moved to catch it on his tongue. Colt slapped his cock head against Billy's tongue a couple times then wiped it across his face. Billy let out a soft moan as he savored the taste of Colt's natural lube.

After having spent the evening the with Derrick, Jonah, and Logan then fantasizing about fucking Ashley, Colt was ready to get his rocks off and didn't want to draw this out any longer. He grabbed Billy's head with both his hands and slid his dick into Billy's eager mouth. He started thrusting as he talked dirty to his brother, trying to keep his voice low so as not wake Logan in the other room, "Yeah suck that cock Billy. You like taking that big dick down your throat, don't you?"

Two years of living at the nightmare that was the Alternate Resources Group Home had trained Logan to be a very light sleeper. So the sound of a door handle being turned and a door opening, instinctively woke him up. He pretended to be asleep and listened as Billy and Colt talked. His initial reaction, to having an older boy opening the door at night, was fear. He assumed that for all the talk about how this Home was different, now that the lights were out, he was going to find out it wasn't any different after all. But then Billy started begging Colt to let him cum which confused him. This never happened at ARG.

After the bathroom door was shut, Logan got out of bed and crept slowly across the darkened room. When he reached the bathroom door, he carefully checked to make sure it was shut. He pressed his ear against the door and tried to hear what was happening inside. He could hear moaning and sucking sounds. At first, he figured that Billy was making Colt suck his cock since that is what would usually happen under these circumstances at his old group home. But then he heard Colt say, "Yeah suck that cock Billy. You like that big dick down your throat, don't you?"

There was a moan then he heard Billy say "Yes Sir, I love your cock, please feed me your load Sir." This confused Logan more. Billy was older and taller than Colt and he had come seeking Billy out and asking Colt to let him cum. But Billy was sucking Colt. They also seemed to be having sex willingly, were they gay? He heard Colt groan and Billy moan, then some more sucking sounds. Colt thanked Billy and said, "okay Billy stand up. You've been a good boy today so it's time for your promised reward."

That was followed by Billy gasping then saying "oh god Colt, it's been so long, unh…" Logan couldn't make out the rest of what Billy was saying as it just seemed to be a bunch of gasping guttural sounds. Logan though had heard enough boys having sex to realize that Colt was sucking Billy and that Billy was cuming. If both boys had cum, then he figured they were probably almost done, so Logan hurried across the room and crawled in back into bed.

Colt and Billy walked back into Colt's bedroom and both glanced over at the bed to check on Logan; he was still asleep on the bed. "So Colt, how's it feel to have a little brother?" asked Billy.

"What?" replied Colt shocked, thinking that Billy knew that Logan was their little brother.

"I remember when I mentored Mac, it's like having a little brother," said Billy.

He reached over and put his hand on Colt's back, just below the shoulder blades and gently rubbed making small circles, "Make sure you protect your baby brother Colt, it's a big brother's job to protect his little brother. Goodnight Colt."

"Don't worry Billy, I'll look after him. Goodnight," said Colt as Billy quietly slipped out the door. Colt climbed into bed and pulled the sheet back up over Logan and himself. Then he kissed the back of Logan's head and went to sleep.

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