Chapter 1

"Why do I have to go to live with Uncle Sid?" Thomas asked his grandfather. His parents had just died in a plane crash, and his dad's brother, Sid James, was named as guardian of him and his younger brother Forrest.

"Where else would you go? Your mother was an orphan, and my only offspring were your dad and Sid."

"Can't I live with you?"

"No chance. I don't have the energy to raise a fourteen-year-old boy, nor the desire to. I raised two of them when I was younger. I'm old now, and I travel constantly. Sid will move into your house, so you don't have to move and can stay where your friends are."

This was another problem for Thomas. He had only one friend, and the last time he'd been with Curt was at Curt's fourteenth birthday party, which was a sleepover with six other boys. The six other boys had no respect for Thomas, who was at one point held naked from the waist down for Curt's sister to see. Curt did nothing to stop it, in fact, he laughed along with the other boys. When they did let him go, he made his way home with just his pajama top on because the other boys had hidden his clothing. Curt was no longer his friend and Thomas had no second to turn to.

"But Uncle Sid hates me. He favors Forrest. He thinks dad pampered me."

"Your dad did pamper you. You're weak and spoiled. The only thing going for you is good looks and intelligence. You'll get into any college you want, I'll see to it personally if I'm still alive then."

"But Forrest and Uncle Sid together, they…"

"Enough. You can't stay here, and your dad named Sid as your guardian in the event of his and your mother's death. Sid will control your inheritance and be your guardian until you are eighteen. And that is final. So, join him and Forrest in his car and go home. I know that Sid is hard on you but it will make you stronger in the end. I love you dearly, but you can't live with me."

Thomas wanted to argue, but years of trying had taught him that unlike his dad, arguing with his grandfather was always a losing situation. His grandfather's mind was made up, and while Thomas knew that his statement of love was factual, his grandfather was not going to change his mind or listen to any arguments.

"About time," Forrest said as he came out to where he and their uncle were waiting. "I can't wait to get out of this monkey suit." Forrest got in the front seat. Their dad would never have allowed it, he said the front seat was for mom first and eldest son second. But their dad was dead, and Uncle Sid wasn't going to tell Forrest to move.

Thomas didn't mind being in a suit. He enjoyed wearing good clothing and looking good. Forrest, on the other hand, would have worn ratty, torn shorts and a pull-over shirt to the funeral if their grandfather had not picked out the clothes he was to wear. He got in the backseat, where he had to push aside an empty fast-food bag and two empty beer bottles. The seat felt sticky when he sat down.

"First order of business when we get home is to fire the maid," Uncle Sid said. "No sense in wasting money on her when there are two healthy boys who can do what she does."

Thomas almost laughed out loud. Perhaps Uncle Sid had never seen Forrest's room. Even with the maid, it was always a mess with toys and clothes, both clean and dirty, tossed on the floor. His own room was always neat, and the only thing Maria had to do was dust and vacuum it.

"And we're going to start having some fun," Forrest said as he turned around to look at Thomas. "You and me. Dad's not going to tell me to leave you alone anymore, and Uncle Sid thinks you need to be toughened up. I've accepted the challenge."

"You are not to come into my room. That's always been the rule, and it isn't changing."

"Rules are made to be broken," Uncle Sid said. "Forrest just wants to have fun. Me too. We need to toughen you up a bit so you don't have to come home naked with your tiny, hairless dick sticking up ever again."

"You told him," Thomas said to Forrest. "You promised you'd never tell anyone."

Forrest just laughed. "Was it fun coming home naked with a boner? Did Curt and the other boys laugh? Did you cry? I'll bet 'yes' is the correct answer to at least two of those questions."

"I didn't cry," Thomas lied. But he felt like crying now. Forrest had held him down and laughed at him, saying he looked like the younger brother. It was his dad who came to his rescue and made Forrest let him go so he could run to his room and hide from everyone, even his dad. And now his dad was gone.

"If you didn't cry, then you must have enjoyed it. Maybe we'll recreate it and find out."

"You will do nothing of the kind or…"

"Or what Tommy?" Forrest said, knowing that was the name Thomas hated the most. "What will you do? I'm stronger than you. I'm tougher than you. And my dick isn't just two inches long."

Thomas hadn't seen Forrest's dick since Forrest was eight or nine, but he didn't doubt that Forrest's dick was bigger. Even Curt had said he had the dick of a little boy. Dad had said he'd grow, but grandfather said that his dad and Sid had been given different genes and that Sid had been hard on his dad. Much like Forrest tried to do to Thomas. He was stopped only by their dad.

"Don't worry Tom," Uncle Sid said, using another name that Thomas didn't care for. "There will be rules and consequences, and they apply equally to you and your brother."

Over the next few days, Thomas tried his best to keep the house clean. Forrest left empty candy and chip wrappers in the family room, Uncle Sid empty beer bottles, and then there was the kitchen. Thomas appreciated now more than ever how much the maid had done.

One cold morning he came down and saw potato chip crumbs all over the floor in the kitchen. He planned on taking a shower later, so he just had his briefs on under his robe. He wanted breakfast, but he just couldn't walk across the mess, knowing it would spread oil around making it harder to clean later.

He was almost done when Uncle Sid came in. "Hey, good job Tom. You do nice work. Cleaning the house can be one of your chores. Oh, and laundry too. My sheets are dirty, try and get them done today, okay?"

"Screw you, do your own laundry," Thomas said.

"I don't put up with insolence," Uncle Sid said. "Apologize to me or I'll spank you."

"The hell you will," Thomas said. "I'm not a little kid. You can't spank me. You won't spank me."

"He sure sounds like a little, whining brat," Forrest said. Thomas hadn't seen him until then. "I'll help hold him down."

"Go to hell!" Thomas said and tried to squeeze past his brother so he could get out of the kitchen and return to his room. But Forrest stood firm and Uncle Sid grabbed the back of his robe and started pulling him towards the table. The robe slid off his shoulders, leaving him in just his briefs.

"Give me that," Thomas said. He stood his ground, his hands clenched into fists.

"I think he needs to cool off," Uncle Sid said. "Open the back door." As Forrest hurried to the door, Uncle Sid grabbed Thomas in a bear hug and carried him effortlessly to the door, where he put him down and pushed him outside, slamming the door behind him. Thomas heard it lock.

Thomas started pounding on the door, yelling for them to let him inside. After a few minutes, Forrest appeared from around the side of the house, wearing the robe. "Uncle Sid said when you cool down, put these on behind your back and say you're ready to be spanked. And I wouldn't shout too loud, the neighbors might hear you." Forrest dropped a pair of handcuffs on the ground and ran back to the front of the house, where he got in and locked the door before Thomas could get to it.

Out front, in just briefs, Thomas suddenly realized how screwed he was. It was drizzling, and the temperature was in the low fifties with the wind blowing. Although he was freezing he returned to the back yard, determined not to give in. Sooner or later they would have to let him back in.

The minutes passed with painful slowness, and Thomas was soaking wet and shivering. He went to the back door and knocked softly. "Please, I'm sorry. Please let me inside."

The curtains opened, and Uncle Sid was there. "Nope. Forrest told you what you need to do. When you are really ready, try again." He let the curtains go and they fell back across the window.

Thomas couldn't stand it any longer. He picked up the handcuffs, wondering where the hell they had come from. It didn't matter, he was freezing. He put them on behind his back and then kicked softly at the door. "I'm ready to come inside," he said.

This time it was Forrest who opened the curtains. "You will be spanked on your bare butt," he said with a smile. "Prove you are ready by taking the briefs off now."

Thomas was too cold to fight it. He pulled the briefs off from the back and stepped out of them while his brother watched. Then Forrest unlocked the door and opened it. "Come on inside. Uncle Sid is waiting for you in the living room."

Chapter 2

Horribly embarrassed to be naked in front of Forrest, Thomas came inside and welcomed the warmth of the house. He followed Forrest to the family room.

"There are rules and consequences," Uncle Sid said. "One is respect. You will treat your brother and me with respect. You will do the chores you are assigned. You will accept punishment for misdeeds. Do you understand?"

"You two need to treat me with respect too," Thomas said. "How come Forrest doesn't have any chores to do?"

Uncle Sid shook his head. "He's not listening Forrest. Open the door." This time, Forrest opened the front door, and Uncle Sid grabbed Thomas, who found himself back outside in the cold drizzle, this time naked. The door closed behind him and was locked. Thomas hurried around to the back. His briefs were gone.

Forrest came out after a few minutes, dressed and with a coat and hat on. "It's freezing out here," he said. "I'll keep this short. Uncle Sid said I should come up with a way for you to show that you respect me and will do what I say. So, starting now, I will come out every half hour and ask you to suck my dick. When you agree, you can come inside. Will you suck my dick?"

"Please Forrest, this isn't right. You can't expect me to…"

Forrest turned around and went back in the house without another word. The door locked behind him.

By the time he came back out, Thomas was so cold he could barely stand. But he'd made up his mind that he'd rather freeze to death than give Forrest a blowjob. Forrest asked his question, and Thomas shook his head.

Forrest stuck his head through the door and yelled, "Uncle Sid, he said no." A minute later Uncle Sid came out holding something behind his back.

"Hold him," Uncle Sid said to Forrest.

Forrest held his brother, feeling Thomas shivering under his grasp. He wondered how much of it was the cold and how much was fear. He hoped Thomas was afraid. That would make it so much more fun.

"Pinch his nose closed," Uncle Sid said. When Forrest did it, Thomas was forced to open his mouth. As soon as he did, Uncle Sid slipped two metal plates into his mouth along the insides of his cheeks. Then he pulled straps on both of them around Thomas' head and fastened them. He used knobs to draw the straps tight, and Thomas found that his mouth was forced full open. He was unable to close it, or even to speak.

"Take him inside. Let him get used to having you inside his mouth. Then I'll show him how I handle disrespect."

Thomas was pulled inside the house by Forrest. He was taken to the living room and forced to his knees. Thomas looked on in horror as Forrest removed his jacket and then unsnapped his jeans and pulled them and his boxers to his knees.

"Get a good look, Tommy. I get to face-fuck you whenever I want. And there isn't a damn thing you can do about it."

Forrest was thirteen, a year younger than Thomas, but his dick was five inches [12 cm] long and he had half-inch [1.2 cm] long brown curly hair around it. His dick was hard, and the glans was shiny and stretched. Just to make Thomas suffer, Forrest stood there, a foot [28.8 cm] from Thomas' face, for a minute before pushing his dick inside.

Thomas tried to close his mouth, but it wasn't possible. He tried to turn his head, but Uncle Sid was there to hold him. He tried to use his tongue to push out the intruding dick, but that only made Forrest feel better.

"Don't go too deep or he'll vomit," Uncle Sid said from right behind Thomas. "We'll train him slowly until he can take all that you and I have to feed him."

"I'm going to let go of your head Tom," Uncle Sid said. "You will use your tongue to rub your brother's dick as much as possible. If you try to pull back or turn away, I'll put you in proper restraints so that I won't have to hold you."

"Oh shit, I never knew it could feel this good," Forrest said as he drove his dick around and under his brother's tongue. "This is the greatest thing I've ever felt." Forrest's voice began to pitch higher, and his breathing changed, until he climaxed, shooting several times, filling Thomas' mouth with grey, watery cum. Thomas had no choice but to swallow it or choke.

Uncle Sid stood in front of Thomas with no sign of caring on his face. "Later, you are to write a note to Forrest telling him that you want to make him happy, and how sorry you are for the disrespect you showed him. But for now, I'm going to give you the spanking you deserve and then let you taste my dick."

Tears were running down Thomas' face as Uncle Sid picked him up and dropped him over the side of the couch. "Hang on Tom, this is probably going to hurt. Oh, hell, who am I kidding. There's no probably. It's gonna hurt. Hold him down Forrest."

Several minutes later Thomas' butt was on fire and he made noise to show how much it hurt, but he still couldn't close his mouth. Forrest helped him to sit up. "Hope that teaches you your place Tommy. And if you don't treat me with respect, I'll get to do it to you too. Uncle Sid went to get a beer, and when he's finished you're going to give him a blowjob too. Then we'll take the handcuffs off and you can start on your chores."

Five minutes later, Uncle Sid came back with a half-empty beer in his hand. He belched, and then looked at Thomas and said, "That spanking wasn't that bad, I got worse when I was a kid. All because of your spoiled father. I'm going to make sure that Forrest doesn't grow up the way I did. He's going to be in charge, not you." He took another swig of his beer and stood in front of Thomas.

"Pull out my trouser trout and put it in your mouth. If you don't, we'll have to repeat the spanking. And stop your fucking crying. Get used to it, this is your life now."

With shaking hands, Thomas turned his back to his uncle. With the cuffs still on him it was difficult, but he succeeded in unzipping his uncle's pants and reached inside. He pulled out six inches [14.4 cm] of dick, about half hard. It was twice as thick as Forrest's dick. He turned forward, and took it into his mouth.

This time there was so much cum that it ran out of Thomas' forced-open mouth and dripped on his belly. It was thick, with far more taste than Forrest's had had. And as disgusting as it had been eating Forrest's cum, his uncles was far worse.

"Write the note to your brother, and then clean this place up," Uncle Sid ordered. "Do Forrest's and my laundry and change our sheets and wash those too. And don't fool around, work hard and get it done or else." Uncle Sid reached into a pocket and pulled out a key. He took the handcuffs off from Thomas' wrists.

His life was already forever changed, and Thomas was worried it could only get worse. He started in the family room, and when that was clean he finished the kitchen, remembering that he hadn't had any breakfast yet and was starving.

When the kitchen was clean, he went first to Uncle Sid's room, the one his parents used to use, and carried down a ton of dirty clothes. He sorted them, read the directions on the detergent, and started the wash.

He went next to Forrest's room, finding clothes everywhere. He gathered what he could and took them downstairs to be done later. Then he stripped the sheets off the bed in Uncle Sid's room and put fresh sheets down. As he started pulling the sheets off of Forrest's bed, he saw the cum stains from what must have been a dozen wet dreams.

Carrying the sheets downstairs, he was surprised to see Curt and his sister there. He froze as Linda smiled and stared at him. It was the second time the thirteen-year-old was seeing him, but she didn't look any less interested than she had the time before.

"Don't be rude, Tommy," Forrest said. "Since you can't say hi, come and shake hands with my company."

Thomas dropped the sheets, afraid not to obey his brother. He went first to Curt, who took his hand and squeezed it hard. Then he went to Linda, who took it but wouldn't let go while she examined Thomas, just a foot from her face. Thomas began to get hard.

"Why is that thing in his mouth?" she asked. "It looks like something a dentist would use."

"It is. He was complaining too much so my uncle put it in. Plus, he was using swear words that he isn't allowed to say, so he got spanked. Show her your butt Tommy."

Linda let go of his hand and he turned around.

"Oh, my, that must have hurt. Do you have any lotion?"

"Yeah, sure," Forrest said. "I think in the bathroom."

Linda went to get it, and Forrest said in a low voice, "It's really to keep him from biting when he gives me blowjobs. You want one later?"

"Sure as shit I do," Curt said. He smiled at his former friend.

"Here, I've got some," Linda said when she returned. "Turn around and bend over."

The lotion felt cool and refreshing, but the fact that it was being spread on his bare ass by a girl caused Thomas' dick to grow to its maximum length. As Linda finished, Forrest told him to tell them goodbye and get back to work, but when he saw that his brother had a boner, he stopped him.

"You can't work with that in your way. Take care of it. I'm sure you know how. Lay down here on the sheets and take care of it."

Thomas tried to use his eyes to beg his brother not to make him do it, but his brother just laughed. He reached for a tissue, but Forrest told him he didn't need one.

With Linda showing great interest and not an ounce of sympathy for him, he took his place on the floor, right in front of her, and started jacking off. When he came, which didn't take long, it was thin and watery as it landed on his belly and chest.

"What the hell do you think you're doing," Uncle Sid said as he stepped into the room. "That's a criminal act, doing that in front of a young girl like that. What if she tells her parents and they call the police?"

"Oh, I didn't mind," Linda said. "I actually enjoyed it. I won't get him in trouble."

"Well, that's good to know, but he still should have known better. I'll have to find a way to make sure he doesn't do it again. Such symptoms at his age may be signaling that he has deeper problems. You should probably be careful around him."

"Curt and Forrest will protect me I'm sure," Linda said. "But I do need to get going."

"I'll be home in a little while," Curt said. "Forrest and I have something we want to do." Forrest walked her to the door.

Thomas was trying to speak but couldn't form any words with his mouth still pulled open wide. He tried to tell his uncle it was Forrest who made him do it.

Uncle Sid looked at him and said, "I'm sure I heard a swear word in there. I'm afraid I'm going to have to punish you again."

"I'll take care of it Uncle Sid," Forrest said. "Me and Curt. We know just what to do."

"I'm sure you do. Don't take too long, he still has chores to get done. But before you start, bring him out back and drag the hose around. I've got to punish him for what he did. I need to make sure he understands that he can't just jack off in front of any little girl you might have over."

Laughing at the noise Thomas was making, Curt and Forrest had no trouble getting him out back, where the drizzle had stopped but it was still cold and windy. Curt stayed with him while Forrest dragged the hose around.

Uncle Sid came out just as they had the hose ready. "I've got something for him, but it will make it harder for him to wash himself, so we can help by removing those tiny little curly hairs he has." He sprayed something on Thomas, who was still trying to say something.

"If you don't shut up, I'm going to stuff your face again. I gave you breakfast, are you ready for lunch?"

Thomas shook his head, his eyes wide as he knew what his uncle meant. Then he felt burning down below and started pointing at his groin.

"Oh, it isn't that bad. The directions say to wait ten minutes, but I used extra and we'll give it a few more minutes to make sure it works well."

The burning got more severe, and Thomas was jumping around and using his hands to try and wipe the stuff off, so Uncle Sid put the handcuffs back on him. Thomas had to endure the pain.

"Okay, spray him down and let's see what we have." Cold water burst in a straight stream at Thomas' groin, and when it hit his balls he doubled over and screeched.

"Easy, we don't want to neuter him," Uncle Sid said to Forrest. "At least not yet, although that might be an option for later. God knows we don't want him to reproduce."

Forrest turned the knob so the water came out in a spray instead of a stream, and as he sprayed his brother he saw that the pubic hair Thomas used to have was completely gone. "Wicked!" he said. "He's bald down there."

"Yes, he is, which will make this easier to put on." Uncle Sid pulled stuff out of his pocket and slid a curved, see-through, plastic device over Thomas' dick. Thomas realized what it was for and tried to pull away, but Curt and Forrest held him in place. There was a ring that went around the base of his penis, and another one that went around the top of his ball sack, and all the pieces were secured together with a tiny lock.

Uncle Sid tossed the keys to Forrest. "Don't lose them," he said. Then he reached into another pocket and pulled out the handcuff keys and toss them to Forrest as well. "Don't lose those either."

"Is that to keep him from jacking off?" Curt asked.

"Better than that. The plastic piece is curved to keep his dick from getting straight, plus, at the bottom, there are little spikes that will hurt as his dick tries to grow bigger. To jack off, he needs a hard-on. With this, the pain will keep him from even being able to get hard."

"Oh, shit, that's cruel," Forrest said. Then he added, "I love it."

"Here," said Uncle Sid as he handed a pill to Forrest. "This pill will cause him to want to have erections. It lasts for like three days. You can give it to him if you want."

Thomas fought with all his might, but handcuffed and with his mouth held wide open, there was nothing he could do to keep Forrest from making him swallow the pill.

"How long can we keep that on him?" Forrest asked.

"I gave you the key, remember? But, after about a day on that pill, I'll bet he'll agree to about anything to get it off, even if for only ten minutes. And if he agrees to something and then doesn't do it, we'll put it back on and double the time, adding another pill if necessary. Have fun, and don't do anything I wouldn't. I'm going out. I want him to have dinner ready when I get home. And it better be good."

"What do you have in mind?" Curt asked Forrest, hoping it would be good.

"Tommy, first, you're going to give me and Curt a blowjob. I'll take that thing out of your mouth if you promise you won't bite," Forrest said. "After that you can go back to work. When you want that thing off your dick, you just have to tell me that you want me and Curt to fuck you. Now, dental straps or no?"

Once the mouth stretcher had been removed, it took several minutes for Thomas to be able to get his mouth to work again. After waiting as long as they cared to, Forrest told him to start with Curt.

He got down on his knees painfully, as his hands were still cuffed behind his back and his balance was off because of it.

"Remember, if you bite him, you'll wear the dental straps for a month and I'll feed you the worst baby food I can get Uncle Sid to buy," Forrest warned him.

Curt was about six months younger than he was, but his dick was normal-sized for a fourteen-year-old, as thick as his thumb and five inches long. Thomas had never done it before except for when the spreader held his mouth open, so he was very careful about where his teeth were. His tongue had more freedom, and he used it to the best of his ability. In what seemed like seconds, he heard the change in Curt's breathing and saw him bending his knees, and then Curt's cum was spraying into his mouth and Curt was giving a happy yell.

"Me now, and I'd better enjoy it at least as much as Curt did." Forrest was thinner and shorter than Curt, but Thomas realised that his dick was as big, or bigger, than Curt's. He used everything he could think of and when his brother finally did cum, he also seemed quite pleased. He took the handcuffs off and told Thomas to get back to work.

As he worked alone in the laundry room, he felt a familiar feeling down below and reached for his dick without thinking. Only his hands touched the plastic sheath, and the bend and the spikes hurt as his dick tried to straighten. The pain, which was not severe, was enough to get him out of the mood, but even then, Thomas longed to jack off.

After dinner, Uncle Sid said it was acceptable but not good, and therefore when Thomas finished the dishes he would report to the family room to bring 'happiness' to him and Forrest.

His uncle wanted to go first, and as Thomas got close he could smell piss and other smells that nauseated him slightly. But he had no choice and took the fat sausage in. His uncle immediately drove it all the way to the back, only to pull it forward as he saw Thomas begin to gag. He let him continue for a few seconds and then thrust it in again before pulling back. He was sure that eventually Thomas would be able to take it all into his mouth.

As before, his thick cum filled Thomas' mouth and spilled out over his chin. He pushed Thomas back until he swallowed, and then ordered Thomas to continue licking until all of his cum was gone.

Forrest had been paying close attention, and he also made sure that Thomas got every single drop of cum from in and on his dick when he was done. As he let Thomas up, he saw him bend over and grab the plastic sheath over his dick.

"It wants to get hard, doesn't it Tom," Uncle Sid said. "Tough shit. It can't."

"You know what you have to do to get me to take it off," Forrest said.

"What's that?" Uncle Sid asked.

"He has to ask his friend Curt and me to fuck him. I hope it's soon, I can't wait to try it."

"Use plenty of lube," Uncle Sid said. "And make him read on the internet how to allow penetration or else you'll cause bleeding and then you can't do it again for several days."

"You heard him, go research. And also look up how to give the best blowjobs. You're doing okay, but I'll bet with some instruction you could do better. We'll find out first thing tomorrow morning."

When Thomas got to his room, he found that his door had been removed. His room had been emptied. There were two large plastic containers with padlocks on them. All his dresser drawers were empty, as was his closet. His bed had a bottom sheet and no top sheet or blanket. All that was out was a new computer, with a note written in his brother's sloppy handwriting that directed him to watch the three videos on the desktop and pass a test on them in the morning.

The videos were soft porn, but each one provided half an hour of agony as his dick kept trying to respond. He didn't want to look, but he feared his brother and the test too much not to watch them.

Once he was done watching them, he did his required research on oral and anal sex.

Chapter 3

That night, Thomas was awoken several times by his dick trying to get hard. Each time he was able to get it to go soft, but his desire to jack off was growing, and by dawn he knew he was going to eventually need to make the horrific request to Curt and Forrest. He got up and got started on his chores while his brother and uncle slept.

"Did you enjoy the movies?" Forrest asked when he got up. "I saw that you watched them. And I saw the pain you were in because of that thing on your dick." He saw a look of confusion on Thomas' face, and said, "Oh, yeah, there's a camera in your room that records on my computer or my phone. That way, I don't have to make up a test for you to take. But there will be three new ones tomorrow and if I don't think you're paying attention I will give you a test and you damn well better pass it. For now, let's see what you learned. Give me a blowjob."

Apparently, he'd learned something, because his little brother couldn't prevent driving against him and moaning with pleasure until he finally shot. The entire time, Thomas had been distracted by the chastity device. He realized that giving head to his brother somehow made him want to get hard.

"I want you and Curt to fuck me," he said when he was done.

"Really, already?" "You'll have to wait until later though. Randy Sutter is coming over here. I think you're probably going to be showing him how good you are at giving blowjobs."

"Forrest, this has to stop. What's going to happen when I go back to school?"

"Oh, yeah, about that. Uncle Sid thinks you're smart enough to home school yourself and me for a while. We aren't going back to school. I'll have you to myself all day long. Just think of the possibilities."

Thomas was crushed. He needed recommendations from teachers to get into the college he hoped to attend as soon as he had enough credits, which he had been planning on having by the end of next year. His dad had started college at sixteen, and he wanted to do the same.

"Forrest, I'll do anything–ANYTHING. I'll be your pet, whatever it takes, but I have to go back to school when it starts after winter break. I'm nearly done with high school."

"Yeah, blah blah blah. I don't care about you. I don't want to go to school. And you are going to teach me enough for me to pass the state exams so that I don't need to. It's nice to hear you say that you will do anything, because I already knew you would. You aren't getting free of me. You are going to be my sex slave, my maid, and anything else I need until I'm eighteen. Maybe older."

Forrest's cell phone rang just then and that reminded Thomas that he hadn't seen his phone anywhere. He started to walk away to search for it when he heard Forrest ask, "Are your parents home? How about Linda?" There was a pause and he said, "I'll send him right now."

"Tommy, Curt wants you," Forrest called as soon as he hung up his phone. Thomas came back to where his brother was. "I've got a new toy for you that Uncle Sid bought. Hands behind your back, thumbs sticking out on top."

Thomas hesitated, and Forrest said, "Don't even think of disobeying me." Thomas submitted and put his hands behind his back, thumbs out on top.

He felt something slip over his thumbs and then get turned until two rings were tight around the base of his thumbs. Then a clicking noise was heard. Forrest came around to face his brother. "The thumb restraints are locked together with a fingerprint ID lock. My finger and Uncle Sid's will open it. Maybe later I'll add Curt's. Oh, and his sister's fingerprint too, that would be cool if you needed her to release you. Let me see, I can't send you over there naked like that. Follow me."

They went to the mud room by the back door and Forrest pulled his raincoat over Thomas' shoulders and tied it closed with the belt. The rain coat hung loosely on Thomas as his brother was bigger around. And with only the belt holding it closed it hung dangerously near to open.

"It's only a few houses away, as long as you watch the wind you should make it okay," Forrest said. "See you later." He pushed Thomas out the door and said, "You'd better hurry. Curt has a practice to go to and if you make him late that thing on your dick will still be there tomorrow."

With each step it looked to Thomas like the belt was loosening, and by the time he was on Curt's driveway it just barely held the raincoat closed. As he turned on the front walk, the wind caught it and pulled the sides apart. He had to turn his back to the wind to keep from losing it completely. Now he wished he knew the answers to the questions Forrest had asked. Would Curt's mom or dad answer the door? Or Linda? He had no idea.

He used his foot to knock on the door, and Daniel Westfall answered it. Daniel was one of the boys who had been there during the sleep over on Curt's fourteenth birthday. "Holy shit Curt, he's naked! And his pubes are gone," he said as he let Thomas inside. The rain coat fell off his shoulders just as Thomas crossed the threshold.

"What the hell?" Daniel said as Thomas passed him. He grabbed one of Thomas' elbows and inspected the thumb cuffs and lock. "Christ, this is so cool. The little baby is helpless."

"Yeah, but we only have five minutes," Curt said as he appeared on the stairs. "Get undressed and be ready." Curt was wearing a soccer uniform but his shorts and jockstrap were around his knees and his dick was jerking up and down. "Do it good; but make it fast."

Thomas dropped down to his knees in front of Curt. "Shit, he's really going to do it," Daniel said from behind him. And Thomas did, using the techniques he'd learned from the internet last night. When he was done, it looked like Curt could barely stand up he was so drained.

Without standing, Thomas turned around and faced Daniel. Daniel wasn't hard, but Thomas could see it would be at least five inches long when it was. Thomas used a different technique and just closed his tongue around Daniel's glans and rubbed his tongue along the seam on the bottom, which was quickly driving Daniel crazy with good feelings. It only took a minute to get him hard and another to make him cum.

Daniel almost fell over; the shock of the orgasm was so strong. "Damn it, someone is training that boy; he's good at giving blowjobs. You can't keep him all to yourself. We need to have another sleepover."

"Right now, we need to go. Pull up your pants." He picked up the rain coat and wrapped it over Thomas' shoulders and tied the belt a little tighter than Forrest had, and then he pushed Thomas out the door ahead of him and held it until Daniel joined him. They left him on the drive and went in the opposite direction.

Hoping the raincoat would stay secured, Thomas hurried home, feeling the discomfort once again as his dick tried to get hard. When he got home, Forrest was there along with Randy, his friend. They were waiting outside. Forrest unfastened the belt on the raincoat and pulled if off his brother, leaving Thomas naked. Randy was next to him with a smile that went from ear-to-ear.

Forrest pulled his brother to the edge of the driveway next to the garage where a metal pole stood with a basketball hoop on it. Using a pre-staged clip, he hooked Thomas to the pole. "Uncle Sid said you need to be washed, especially down there, but he didn't want to waste money on hot water for you." He pointed to Thomas' groin. Thomas hoped that meant that the chastity device would come off, allowing him to have a boner even if he couldn't do anything about it.

"Get the hose Randy," Forrest said to his friend. Forrest ran back to the back porch where he grabbed a bag he'd dropped there earlier. Inside the bag was the dentist spreader, a bar of soap, a toothbrush, and two stiff brushes. He returned just as Randy got there with the hose. He fitted the dentist strap on Thomas to hold his mouth wide open. "Get him wet," he said to Randy, who began spraying Thomas from head to toe.

The water felt freezing out here in the cold. Thomas wanted to beg, to offer anything, but he couldn't speak. His brother rubbed the toothbrush across the bar of soap and used it to brush Thomas' teeth and tongue. "Just think where this tongue has been," he said as he saw his brother turning slightly green from the soap in his mouth.

When he was done he didn't provide a rinse so Thomas was stuck with trying not to swallow his mouthful of soap. Next, he handed one brush to Randy and kept the second one for himself and they worked together to painfully brush Thomas' body.

"Now for the fun part," Forrest said when they were done washing his brother's body. He picked up the toothbrush and spread more soap on it, and then unclipped his brother from the pole and told him to bend over. Once in position, the brush was applied to Thomas' ass. "I hope you learned something from your research last night or else Uncle Sid said this would hurt." The toothbrush was covered in soap, and Forrest began pushing it into his brother's crack.

Thomas was going wild with thoughts, but he managed to remember most of what he had learned about anal penetration. He did all he could to relax and imagined he was taking a dump, which allowed the toothbrush to slide past his splinter, but not without some pain. Forrest pulled it out and pushed it in again several times, each time from different angle, laughing at the screeching noises his brother was making as he fucked him with his own toothbrush.

"Now for the front," he said, pulling Thomas up and clipping him to the pole again. He rubbed the toothbrush on Thomas' ball sack, which due to the cold had tried to retreat. Then he brushed around the edges of the plastic chastity device, reaching inside it as much as he could. Finally, he brushed over the hole at the bottom, where the head of Thomas' dick was pressed. Thomas moaned even more as his dick tried to respond to the touch and harden, only to be confronted with the curve and the spikes.

"Okay Randy, rinse him off," Forrest said, having thoroughly enjoyed what he had done.

Thomas got as much water into his mouth as he could, but he couldn't spit. Enough water got in to pour over his cheeks, but it didn't remove all of the soap.

"Now we're going to play a little game called, "What will Tommy give the brother who has everything," Forrest said once the rinsing was done. "While you dry off after your shower, Randy and I are going to go inside and warm up because it's cold out here. Once we're warm, I'll come back out and take that thing out of your mouth and ask you one question– 'what will you give me?' If I like your answer, then you can come inside. If not, I'll give you more time to think about it."

Chapter 4

Thomas was shaking from the cold and from being wet. His brother controlled everything he did and that was done to him except for when Uncle Sid used him. Like the name of the game, his brother had everything. He had no idea what he could possibly give him that he didn't have.

"Are we really going to leave him out there until he's dry?" Randy asked. "It is very cold out."

"No, we can't. He can't get sick or anything or my uncle will be pissed. He's working on some way to make money from my brother and wants to send him away to some special school. I just want to hear what he comes up with. Either way, in five minutes or so we need to bring him back inside.

Thomas was so cold he could barely think. Tears ran down his face and his nose filled with snot. No matter how bad it had been before, each day was getting worse and he couldn't continue this way. But maybe that was the answer Forrest wanted. He had no idea how much time had passed, but he was happy to see his brother and Randy returning.

Forrest removed the dental strap from his mouth and said, "Okay, you've had enough time to think about it. What will you give me to make me want to bring you back inside?"

"Everything. I am your slave. I do what you want, I say what you tell me to say, I am yours. I have no rights, and no freedom, and will not attempt to run away or harm myself. I am your slave."

"Wow, I didn't expect that," Forrest said, truly stunned. "Okay, I accept. You can come inside." He unclipped Thomas from the pole and took him inside. He dried his brother off, surprised at how cold Thomas' skin was and hoped he didn't leave him outside too long. He knew Uncle Sid despised his spoiled brother and liked him, but if Thomas got sick he knew that could change. As he dried the last drops the doorbell rang. He looked through the side window to see who was at the door.

"Go answer that," he said, patting Thomas on the butt to show he was talking to him.

"Yes sir," Thomas said without hesitation. He walked as fast as he could, still shivering but warming. He had to turn backwards to the door to turn the knob and open it, and when he turned around it was Curt and Daniel.

"Invite them in," Forrest said from behind him. "And close the door, you're wasting heat. Waste too much and I'll put you back outside."

"Yes sir," Thomas said as he allowed his former friend and Daniel to walk past him.

When he closed the door, Forrest said to Curt and Daniel, "That was a short practice."

"Yes Coach didn't show so we split, thought here would be more fun," said Curt.

Forest turned to Thomas,"Tell Curt what you told me this morning."

Thomas had to think, morning seemed so very long ago even though it wasn't even lunch time yet. Then he remembered, and paused, looking at Daniel and Randy. He didn't want to say it, and he wanted to say it even less with two other boys there. But he had to. He couldn't be sent back outside.

"I want you and Forrest to fuck me," he said.

"Holy shit, did he just say what I thought he said?" Daniel asked.

"Yeah, he did, and he means it too, but it wouldn't be right to let him fuck me and Curt with you two here," Forrest said. Thomas' heart swelled with happiness, but too soon. "Unless he asks you and Randy to fuck him first. And this time says 'please' when he asks."

"Randy, would you and Daniel please fuck me?" Thomas said with tears in his eyes.

"Hell yes, I'm in," Daniel said with unmasked enthusiasm.

"Well, you're not in yet, but you can go first," Forrest said. "How about you Randy?"

Randy was starting to feel like maybe things were wrong or at least were going too far. Forrest had told him his brother was being punished for doing something wrong, but he knew this was more than a punishment. But he wanted to see if they were really going to do it. Something in him made him want to stay and watch. "I'll go last," he said.

"Okay, I guess Daniel can go first, then Curt, then me, and then it will be your turn," Forrest said. He was a little suspicious about his friend. "If you're shy, you can do it in my room and then the others don't need to see you."

"Yeah, maybe, but I haven't made up my mind yet if I really want to do it. I'll watch you guys and decide."

"What's to think about?" Daniel said as he began removing his shoes. "He asked us to do it, he wants us to." Daniel dropped his pants and boxers and stood up with just his shirt on, pulling on his tool to get it hard. "We doing it here?"

"Yeah, here is fine," Forrest said. "Tommy studied his role as the fuckee and he knows what to do."

Thomas' face turned bright red, but he did know what to do. And he knew the easiest way was with him on his back and his legs pulled up over his head. But he couldn't do that with the thumb clips locking his arms behind his back and explained it to Forrest.

"If this is a trick you'll suffer for it." Forrest used his finger print to release the lock but left the thumb cuffs on. Thomas pulled the cushions from the couch to the floor and got into position.

"Here, you have to use this first," Forrest said. He'd almost forgot the lotion and that could have been a serious mistake. "All of us have to use it, so when you've covered your dick, pass it on to Curt."

Daniel was so ready to do this that he almost shot while coating his dick. He used the last that was on his hand to coat Thomas' ass, finger fucking him as he did. He enjoyed the grunt he heard from Thomas.

"Here goes," he said, and got on his knees and pushed his rod towards the target.

Between the soap that was still in his butt and the lotion, Thomas was relieved that while it hurt, Daniel was able to penetrate him with his first attempt. He could feel the fullness of the boy inside him.

Daniel was moaning with ecstasy as Thomas moaned with the pain of another attempt at getting a boner. Daniel drove in as deep as he could, and Thomas knew from his studies that the feeling he was getting was due to Daniel's dick rubbing against his prostate. Daniel only lasted three pumps before he began shooting one burst after another. Satisfied, at least for now, he pulled out.

Curt had already stripped and prepped and took Daniel's spot. He also got in on the first attempt, and discovered that this was far, far better than a blowjob. He added his own sperm to that left behind by Daniel.

"You may as well get ready," Forrest said as he moved in for his turn. "I can see that you've already got a boner." The others all looked at the tent in Randy's pants as Forrest drove his dick past his brother's sphincter. His dick was smaller and thinner than Daniel's, and Thomas had been stretched out by the passage of his and Curt's dicks, so he got right inside.

For Thomas, he was still in misery from what was being done to him and from the constant rubbing on his prostate trying to make his dick get hard. Knowing his brother had his dick in him was even worse than the other two boys, and Forrest's whoop of joy when he shot made it worse. And he knew this would be the first of many times Forrest, and probably others, would be in him.

"Here, take off your pants and put this on," Forrest said as he withdrew from his brother's ass. He tossed the lube to Randy, who caught it. "You're hard as a rock, we can all see you want to do this, so just do it."

It had been fun to watch for a reason that Randy didn't understand at all. But this was all wrong and he knew it. And more than that, he knew it would be best if he wasn't involved. "I think I need to be going," he said as he made a move towards where his jacket had been flung on the couch. "I've got to clean my room before my parents get home."

"No problem," Forrest said. "We'll go to your house and Tommy will clean your room better than you ever have. And then you can fuck him before your parents get home."

Randy had lied, his parents were home. And if he showed up with a naked teenager there would be no satisfactory explanation for his involvement. But now he needed to come up with a reason they couldn't come with him.

"I'm not allowed to have company when they're gone," he said.

"Since when?" Forrest said with suspicion. "I've been there dozens of times when they were gone." His uncle had been very clear: He could involve friends, but he needed to be absolutely positive they would not tell anyone what was being done with Thomas. He now began to suspect he'd made a mistake with Randy.

"Yeah, it's a new rule after Sam and I were there and broke a lamp. I gotta go." Randy made a fast move for his jacket and Forrest reacted.

"Hold him Daniel," he said. "He can't leave. He's going to tell his parents."

Daniel had also guessed that was what Randy was going to do, and he was far too involved to allow that to happen. He grabbed the smaller boy and with Curt's help wrestled him to the floor.

"Let me go!" Randy yelled. "You guys are all in trouble. What you're doing to him isn't right. Let me go."

"Is there a problem?" Uncle Sid asked as he came in from the kitchen. None of the boys had heard his truck drive up or the back door open. They'd been too involved with Thomas to pay attention to anything else.

Uncle Sid surveyed the scene. Thomas with his ass up, inviting entry. Three naked boys, holding down a fully dressed one who was trying to escape. And he'd heard Forrest's yell to Daniel just before he entered the family room.

"I warned you about involving your friends," Uncle Sid said to Forrest.

Forrest could see that his uncle was drunk and angry. "I can handle this. He's my friend, I can work with him."

"No. He can't be trusted. Bind him. Get the harness out of the closet and bind him." Uncle Sid came over and inspected Thomas' ass. He wanted so much to shove his dick inside, but he was drunk and knew he probably couldn't get it up. And he'd promised the guys who were going to buy his nephew that he wouldn't use him first. But he did spend a few seconds finger-fucking the spoiled brat. Now he had to make other plans.

Forrest had gotten the harness out of the closet, and with help from Curt and Daniel they quickly bound Randy, who was crying and screaming.

"Keep him quiet before the neighbors hear," Uncle Sid yelled. Thank god it was winter and all the windows and doors were closed. He got up and got a ball gag from his box of supplies and tossed it to Forrest. "Use this to shut him up."

Forrest didn't dare argue with his uncle. He was the favorite and he knew it, but he didn't ever want his uncle doing to him what he had done to Thomas. Once the gag was in place and Randy's cries couldn't be heard anymore, he turned to his uncle.

"What are you going to do with him? I can handle this, he's my friend."

Uncle Sid ignored him. He turned to the two fourteen-year-old boys. "Either of you guys drive?"

"Not legally," Daniel said without hesitation. It sounded like a chance for another thrill: driving. And he hoped now that he might get a chance to ram his dick into yet another boy.

Uncle Sid tossed his keys to Daniel. "There's a van on the street. Back it into the back yard."

He started to put his pants on but Uncle Sid said, "There isn't time. Get your ass out there and move that van. Unless you want to join this prick." He pointed to Thomas, who had gotten up and was standing there wondering if he had to courage to try and help Randy.

Daniel took one look at Thomas and another at the large, drunken man facing him and made a decision. He ran out the front door in just a shirt hoping that nobody saw him before he got in the van.

He had payed close attention when his parents drove and had one or two secret practices when on his own, wanting to be ready when he was finally old enough to get a permit, so he knew the basics. He started the engine and tried to back the van into the driveway. It wasn't as easy as his parents made it look, but after two attempts he did manage to get it to the back yard. He was about to shut it off when the sliding door opened and Thomas was helped inside. He needed help because his arms were locked behind his back again. Then came the man called Uncle Sid, who was carrying Randy. He tossed Randy into the back with no apparent effort, and Daniel decided not to challenge anything the man told him to do.

Curt, who also had his hands behind his back, was next, followed by Forrest. Curt was picked up and put inside. Forrest got in the back, still naked except for a shirt, and he was crying and had a bloody nose. Uncle Sid got in the front passenger seat.

"Your friend didn't want to go with us for a ride. Do you want to tell me that you don't want to go?" Uncle Sid asked Daniel.

"No sir, I'm good. Am I to drive?"

"Yeah. Carefully and below the speed limit. Pull forward and turn left." Uncle Sid had another beer in his hand and took a swig as Daniel put the van into gear and pulled forward.

Sid gave the kid directions as he sat and thought. The stupid brat had ruined everything. The smart, spoiled brat and the stupid, horny brat. Why had his brother created two fucked up kids like them. He knew that Forrest was like him. Constantly horny, wanting to dominate and control, but like him, he was prevented by his father from asserting his superior strength and will against his brother. Stupid and spoiled. He'd used the stupid one to train the smart one. To get the smart one to where he would submit to becoming a slave. He was good looking, and although a little old, he'd still bring a good price at the auction.

But the stupid one couldn't resist bringing others into it. But maybe he hadn't ruined it. Maybe he could still walk away from this. Making his nephews disappear would have been easy. He would sell the house, take the money, and disappear and nobody would miss them except for his dad. But his dad was a distant grandfather to the two brats, and didn't want much to do with them. But getting rid of the other three boys was a problem. Yeah, the kid doing the driving was behaving, but he couldn't let him go home either. And when they didn't return home, they would be missed.

He'd have to forget about selling the house. Sell the boys for as much as he could get and disappear. He had a fake passport. He'd already taken the brats' inheritance and secretly moved it into an account under the name on his passport. It would have to be enough. He was a week away from starting to train the dumb horny one and now he'd have to try and sell him untrained. Not much profit in that. Same with the other three. Damn the stupid one.

He'd been so worried about the smart one. Would he resist? Would he escape? That's why he took all of the boy's clothes away. He knew the spoiled one would be modest. Afraid of being seen naked. And it had worked. In fact, the stupid one had actually done a decent job training him. He even stood there docilely as Forrest locked his arms again. He'd allowed three boys to fuck him. He was trained, and he'd had his ass tickled. He'd sell easily. He could use the stupid one to show just how well trained he was. The stupid one would never realize that as soon as his brother was sold that he'd be next.

"Are you going to hurt me?" the driver asked him. What was the kid's name? David? No, Dan. Daniel. What a stupid name.

"How old are you?" Sid asked.

"Fourteen sir. I don't want to end up like Thomas. You don't have to worry about me. And Curt is cool too. He only tried to stop you because he didn't think before acting."

Idiots, Sid thought to himself. He was surrounded by idiot brats. The kid was almost saved. Almost. He'd done everything right, everything to earn some trust. And then he had to try and save his friend. Curt could not be trusted. Curt could never be trusted. And now Daniel couldn't be trusted to give up his friend. "Don't worry, nothing is going to happen to any of you. I just need to take you somewhere safe until we can calm the little one and talk about this."

"Okay," Daniel said. "Good."

But Sid could hear in his voice that the kid knew it wasn't okay or good. He'd have to keep his eye on him. They still had a half hour drive ahead of them and he didn't need the kid doing something to attract police.

Behind him, he could hear that the stupid nephew had stopped crying. He'd be planning something now. Best to be prepared. He opened the glove box and pulled out a pair of handcuffs. He handed them to Forrest and said," Put these on your wrists."

"No. Not until you tell me where you're taking us."

Sid kept his voice calm. "I told you, somewhere safe. Somewhere where neighbors won't come to the door. We need to talk. We need to get Randy there to come to terms with what he saw and understand it. Please put the cuffs on."

"Why do I need to put these on?" Forrest asked, fear sounding in his voice.

So that I don't fucking have to beat the shit out of you, Sid said to himself. Out loud, he said, "You tried to hit me. To stop me. I don't want to hurt you. It's just for your own protection."

Forrest sat there for a moment, and then took the cuffs. He put them on, but Sid could tell he hadn't tightened them. "Turn around and back up here," he said, pointing at the center console between the two front seats. Forrest didn't move.

"If you don't tighten those cuffs, I'm going to fuck your little friend, and make you watch. And then it will be your turn. Tighten the fucking cuffs!" He had lost his temper. Not good. The kid driving had flinched, and now he was thinking. Thinking wasn't good. The kid might be smart.

He heard several clicks from each of the cuffs on Forrest's hands. Twenty minutes to safety. He had to keep it together. He wished he had another beer. The kid driving was checking the mirrors and looking around.

"Which way at the stop sign?" he asked.

"Left," Sid said. The kid was still looking. If he was going to do something, he'd do it at the stop sign. Sid had not put a seat belt on, and he moved a bit to his left. Ready.

"Forrest said you used to travel," the kid driving said, still checking all around. "Said you'd been to western Europe."

Forrest talks too much, Sid thought. He didn't say anything out loud.

"He mentioned a certain town." The kid was pulling up to the stop sign. Sid got ready. The kid stopped, looked left and right, turned on his turn signal, and turned to the left. "I'm adopted," the kid said. "I was born in that town. I know what goes on there."

Sid looked at the kid, who kept his eyes on the road. The kid had an erection. His left hand was touching it.

"It doesn't have to be like that for me. I can help. I want to help. And I speak the language."

Sid glanced in the back. If the other four boys were listening, it wasn't registering. They had no reaction at all. They didn't know. But Sid thought the boy did. The boy was talking softly, talking just to him.

"It would be easier to do it from there instead of here. I can help. I know what needs to be done. I know how to make them worth more."

The kid turned and looked at Sid. His eyes were clear and bright. His left hand continued playing with his erection. The kid knew. And he was right. It would be easier there. All he had to do was get them all out of the country. There still was no reaction from the back. The safe house was ten minutes away.

He didn't respond. The kid turned back to watch the road and didn't speak again. The minutes passed. "Just after that curve ahead is a dirt road to the left. Turn there," Sid said. He heard one of his nephew's whimper. It was the smart one. He'd figured it out. The other three were still dumb.

The house looked like any other from the outside. A ranch, with a basement. White trim, blue paint that was peeling. It looked deserted, but there was a Cadillac and an expensive SUV behind the house. "Pull around to the back. Don't get out. Keep your seat belt on."

The kid did as he was told. He turned off the engine and handed over the key without being told to. He still had an erection. Sid realized he was fingering it just enough to keep it hard and not enough to shoot. Sid got out and was met at the back door. He was frisked. Not for guns, for wires.

"You're a week early," the man in the grey suit said. From the basement Sid could hear a boy crying.

"Things changed. I need passage to the place. Five boys and me. I'll pay."

The two men looked at each other. "Why not just sell them to us and be done with them. It's a lot cheaper than fake passports and private transport."

"Only one needs a passport, he'll be up front on the travel. Another one is trained. The others aren't. They will be missed. I could sell the trained one, but it needs to be done today."

"You won't get a good price," the man in the grey suit said.

"And you're asking us to help you take kidnapped American kids out of the country. That's a very big risk. How do we know the police aren't sitting along the road waiting for you to leave with fake documentation provided by us? Usually it is the buyers who take that risk and have the means to do so. There are no buyers here today."

"Can you arrange documentation and travel today or not?" Sid asked. "If not, say so and I'm gone."

I did not say we could not," the man in the grey suit said. "But it will be very expensive. And it cannot be done today. Tomorrow at the earliest."

"Okay, if that's the best you can do, I'll take it," Sid said. "Can I stay here tonight and start training the three of them who need it?"

The man in the grey suit dialed a number on his phone. "Red attack," was all he said when it was answered. He hung up as soon as he said the two words. "We wait a few minutes."

Five minutes later the man's phone rang. Sid couldn't hear what was said, but it was no more than three words. The man in the grey suit nodded at the other man.

"Bring them in. We will search them and your vehicle. Then we will discuss price."

While Sid was inside the house; in the van Forrest had come up with an idea. "Come here, back-to-back," Forrest said to Thomas. Thomas moved as ordered.

"What do you think you're doing," Daniel asked.

"The lock on his thumb restraints is keyed to my finger print. If I can just get my finger over the screen I can release him and he can help us all."

"You're an idiot," Thomas said. "Don't tell him what you're doing. He's not on your side."

"Stop what you're doing," Daniel yelled. When Forrest kept trying to open the lock, Daniel climbed over the center consul and pulled Forrest away from Thomas.

"What the hell," Forrest said. "I almost had it. Don't you see? He can help us."

"Can't you see?" Thomas said. "He isn't about to help us. He's on Uncle Sid's side, not yours."

Daniel had found some string, and tied it around Forrest's dick, right behind the head. Then he pulled the string up to the roof of the van and passed it under a support bracket and pulled it tight so that Forrest couldn't move. Then he checked the cuffs on Forrest's wrists and tightened them another two notches.

"Why did you do that?" Forrest asked. "Let me go. We've got to get away." With his arms handcuffed behind his back and his dick secured by the string, he couldn't move an inch.

It was obvious to the others that Forrest just didn't get it and thought he was still in charge. "Why are you helping him?" Curt asked Daniel.

"Because he's going to train you, Randy, and Forrest, just like Forrest trained Thomas. He's going to sell you guys to men in the sex-slave business. And I'd much rather train you than be you. Besides, I really enjoyed fucking Thomas and can't wait to stick my dick in each of your asses."

"That doesn't make sense," Forrest said. "Well, maybe for Thomas, Uncle Sid hates him. But he likes me. He'd never do anything like that to me." He looked at his brother. "He said I could have some fun with you, even told me what I could do. He said to hurry, because he was going to send you to an expensive private school in Europe where you could apply your brains without bothering him or me." He paused, and then frowned. "I guess I see it now," he said. "There was no school."

"You got it," Daniel said. "Except that there is a school, but you saved him the expense of sending him there for training. You did it for nothing. Now you, Randy, and Curt are going to go to that special school. And I don't want to be on the losing side when we get there."

"You're an asshole," Curt said. "How do you know all this?"

"I was at the school once. I was partially trained. But I convinced them I'd be a better trainer than slave. I enjoyed my work, and I'll bet I get inside your asshole within an hour or two. Then we'll see what names you want to call me." He glanced up as he saw movement. "Here he comes."

The sliding door opened and the first thing Sid saw was the string tied to Forrest's dick. "What's this for?" he asked.

"He tried to release the lock on Thomas' arms, so I immobilized him."

"Good job. Tom, get out and walk towards that door." He untied the string from the roof but not from Forrest's dick and picked Forrest up. "No more escapes, no more games." He hung on to Forrest as he turned to Daniel. "You bring that one," he said, pointing to Curt.

"You're going to sell us, aren't you," Forrest asked as he began crying.

Sid looked at Daniel. "You are on thin ice here. Watch your mouth and be careful what you say. Nothing has been decided, especially about you." To Forrest he said, "You were always going to come here, I just thought it would be after your spoiled brother was gone and sold. But you had to go and invite that crybaby and spoil everything." He set Forrest down on the ground and turned and picked up Randy.

"You really should have just fucked Tom and not gotten all emotional about it. You cost me a fortune, but at least I'll have some fun watching my new trainer work on you. Let's go, all of you, to the house."

As the boys entered the house, they were searched, although since all they had on was a shirt, the search was limited to chest, back, ass, and under their dicks. Once they were all inside, one of the two men asked for the keys and went out to the van.

"Which one is trained," the remaining man asked. Sid pointed at Thomas. "Release his bindings please." Sid walked over and used his fingerprint to release the lock.

"Downstairs there are snap-lock shackles attached to the wall. Go down and secure yourself just like the boy who is already down there. And don't talk." He watched as Thomas made his way to the stairs.

He turned to Daniel, who was the only one not restrained, and noticed his erection. "You must be the trainer," he said.

"Yes sir," he said, and then he said something in a foreign language. He and the man carried on a conversation that lasted several minutes. When it was done, Daniel asked Sid for the keys to the handcuffs the boys had on.

"He wants to watch, to see if I know what I'm doing. Which I do, much more than Forrest ever did. And I'll enjoy every minute of the job ahead of me." He told the three boys to head for the stairs. When they didn't move, he said, "Every toy I will ever need is down stairs. How many I use tonight will depend on how well you listen to me. So, stand around up here if you want. Piss me off. See if that works."

Curt took the lead, followed by Randy, and then by Forrest, who still couldn't believe this was happening.

Chapter 5

The basement had a wall with shackles mounted on it. There was a black boy of about twelve attached to one set and Thomas attached to another set. The shackles were just slightly higher than their heads and about three feet apart, so their wrists were above their heads and their elbows bent forty-five degrees. The first thing Daniel did was check to see if Thomas had secured the shackles properly. He had.

Next, he told Forrest to move next to his brother, and he removed the handcuffs and secured Forrest to the wall. Then he got the harness off of Randy, who was crying. Daniel wasn't moved by his tears as he put him next to Forrest. Then he surveyed the rest of the room. Bright lights shone on the boy at the end, and Daniel turned around and found the switches for the lights for Thomas, Forrest, and Randy.

Along the side wall was a table loaded with gear that he was familiar with. In the back were four sets of reclining chairs, where the man from upstairs and Sid were now sitting. In the middle of the room was a padded item that looked similar to a gymnastic pommel horse, only with shorter legs so it was not as high off the ground. Next to it was a rack that could be moved to an infinite number of positions. Cameras were mounted to the ceiling and there was an image of the boy on a large screen TV in front of the chairs. Daniel found the controls and zoomed in on the boy. He could see bruises forming on the boy's legs and upper arms and turned to the man from upstairs.

"Bruises will lower his price. Buyers don't want to know their purchase was damaged in any way, they just want them compliant."

"He was brought here in that condition. We have only just begun the training process. But I admit I'm surprised that you know that. Continue. You can train the other boy too if you wish."

"I do, but his boys come first," Daniel said, pointing to Sid.

Daniel turned to Curt, who was shaking even though it was warm in the basement. "I haven't forgotten you," he said. "Remember when you called me an asshole? Here is your chance to show me how sorry you are. Ask me to fuck you, and I'll be gentle since it would be your first time."

"Fuck me," Curt said in a voice just above a whisper. He was too scared to say anything else.

"I can't hear you, and I know the microphone in the camera didn't pick that up. Treat me nicely, speak up, and don't be a wimp."

"I'm sorry Daniel. Don't do this. We've been friends since you moved here."

Daniel didn't say anything. He walked to the table and found a dental brace. He came back and forced it into Curt's mouth. "If you don't want to ask me nicely, then you don't need to talk at all." He forced Curt across the horse and pulled out the keys to the handcuffs. He pulled Curt's hands down to the floor where two rings were mounted. He used the handcuffs to secure Curt's right hand to one of the rings.

Leaving Curt bent over and trapped, he went to Randy. "You were too scared to fuck Thomas and now you're in a bad spot. I'm going to give you one chance and one chance only. You are not worth much, and to make an example of you to the other boys here I am prepared to castrate you. Unless you get hard and go over there and fuck the hell out of Curt." He released Randy's wrists from the shackles.

"I, uh, I don't want to," Randy said. Tears dripped from his chin to the concrete floor.

"Do you want me to crush your balls and then cut them out of your sack and feed them to you? Do you want to go over to that table there and pick out which pair of pliers I should use to crush them? Or do you want to stop being a baby and have some fun while you can. Go and fuck him. It feels good when you do it, not so good when it's done to you." Daniel really hoped he didn't go to the table because there were no torture devices there. These slave-traders considered themselves 'civilized' and didn't resort to such medieval devices.

Randy walked over to where Curt was helplessly bent over the pommel horse, his ass on top. He didn't feel the least bit like fucking Curt. But he was scared that Daniel might really crush his balls, so he began trying to get his dick hard.

"If you can get hard in the next two minutes, I'll let you lubricate your dick and his ass, just like we did with Thomas. But if it takes longer than that you'll have to fuck him dry, and he really won't like that."

Randy tried his best to get it hard, and he did. True to his word, Daniel gave him something in a tube that had K-Y Jelly written on the label. He started spreading some on his dick, which actually felt good.

"Now, put some on your fingers and stick them into his ass," Daniel said to him. "Go slow, and you should be able to get two fingers in all the way." Daniel stood next to Curt and bent down and asked, "How's it going? Still think I'm an asshole? You don't know the half of it."

Curt grunted and tried to pull up as Randy's finger penetrated his anus, but the handcuff held him down and all he could do was endure it.

"In and out, in and out," Daniel said, grabbing Randy's wrist and guiding it back and forth a dozen times. "Okay, he's lubed. Now do the same thing, only with your dick."

Curt moaned again, unable to produce words because of the spreader in his mouth. Randy slowly began pushing his dick into him. Then, once he was inside, Daniel saw an immediate change on his face. Instead of crying, he almost smiled. He began driving in and out, just as he had done with his fingers, but a little faster and with each drive in, deeper.

He's enjoying this, Daniel thought to himself. I wonder how much he's going to enjoy it when he and Curt swap places.

Daniel adjusted the camera to show Randy's face, and made sure that Forrest could see it on the monitor. Yeah, your turn is coming he said to himself.

Uncle Sid was watching with interest. His huge dick was pressed hard against the front of his pants, and he wished he could be the one impaling his dick into the kid's ass. But he had learned that buyers frequently bring doctors to do a complete rectal exam, and they didn't want to buy a slave that had already been fucked by a man. Smaller dicks were okay, as long as they didn't cause damage. Maybe I can fuck my stupid nephew, he thought. He has baby fat, and isn't blessed with good looks, he won't sell for a lot anyway. But he no longer could sell the house, which would have been over a million dollars to him, so now he couldn't throw away money. Besides, there will be used boys he could buy cheap when they got across the ocean.

The second man came in, attracting only Daniel's attention. He looked at the monitor for just a moment, then got his partner's attention and motioned for him to follow him. They both left, and Daniel was worried that something was wrong.

Once the man next to him had left, Uncle Sid unzipped his trousers and pulled out his dick. If he couldn't fuck them, at least he could beat off while he watched boys fucking and getting fucked. He had just started stroking when he saw Daniel look at him.

Daniel held up one finger, telling him to wait a minute. The boy who had been fucking had just finished and Daniel took him back to the wall and secured him in the shackles. Then Daniel bent and whispered something in the ear of the boy bent over the horse before walking behind him. Daniel is going to fuck the boy now, that lucky bastard, Sid thought. It was hard to not jack off, but Daniel had told him to wait. He had something planned. So as hard as it was, he waited and watched as Daniel lubed up his dick.

"I told you I'd be fucking you inside of two hours," Daniel said to Curt. "Randy enjoyed his ride. Now it's my turn." He lubed, turning to allow Sid to see his dick, and then without warning he drove it deep into Curt's ass. Once in, he didn't drive in and out, instead he just wiggled a bit, not more than an inch, knowing he was rubbing the swollen head of his dick against Curt's prostate and driving the boy crazy. He kept it up for at least a minute, feeling Curt desperately trying to move his bound hand and reaching with his free hand. But Daniel knew that Curt was unable to reach his dick. He was nearly as helpless as Thomas with that chastity device on, except that Curt could at least get a boner.

He held off as long as he could before succumbing to his own desires. He started fucking Curt's ass with long, slow strokes. It only took a couple of drives before he added his sperm to that left by Randy. Once he was done, he laid on Curt's back for a few seconds to catch his breath.

Making sure to keep Curt's free hand from reaching his dick, Daniel unlocked the handcuff on the other hand from the bolt in the floor. He then quickly pulled Curt upright and secured the cuffs on each of Curt's wrists from behind. "Your training has just begun asshole. Soon, you'll beg me to do this. Trust me, you will beg. Because as bad as this is, if I can't train you then I don't need to keep you undamaged and I can do anything I want to you."

He pushed Curt to his knees and held him in place by holding his ears from behind. He looked at Sid and said, "Sir, my slave has not yet tasted cum. I'd like yours to be his first taste."

Sid had to admire the boy. He really did know what he was doing. The bound boy's face was streaked with tears, his eyes wide with fear and horror, but with the dental stretcher in his mouth he couldn't speak or bite. His mouth invited him, and he got out of his seat with his six and a half inches of hard flesh and stepped up to the open mouth. He was horny beyond belief and didn't hesitate.

"Stop him with your tongue," Daniel said to Curt as Sid started to enter. "Lick his dick head or he'll drive it into your throat and you'll gag."

Sid knew that was meant for his ears too. Don't go too deep, he's not ready was the message Daniel was sending him. He allowed the boy to have access to just his extremely sensitive mushroom head. And he couldn't keep from shooting the first time the boy's tongue slipped under the acorn and licked the seam at the bottom.

After shooting burst after burst into the bound kid's mouth, Sid felt bad. Not for the kid, he just felt bad. He returned to the seats, feeling a shooting pain in his left arm. He took a seat, his dick still hanging down outside his pants. The heart attack killed him silently. Daniel never noticed.

Daniel secured Curt to the wall. "Think about what you want to say to me before you speak," he said before he removed the dental spreader from Curt's mouth.

Curt wanted to scream at him. He wanted to call him every dirty word he knew. But he didn't want Daniel to continue training him. He wanted Daniel to leave him alone, if only for a while. So he simply said, "Thank you."

"You are very welcome. And I'm pleased to hear you use the right words and the right tone. You can watch now while I train Forrest. I doubt if his training will be accomplished as easily as yours."

Daniel move to his left and looked at Forrest in the face. "Anything to say before we begin?"

Forrest started to cry. He shook his head from side-to-side and said, "Please, don't," even though he knew that Daniel was going to do whatever he wanted.

"Don't fight me, don't yell at me, and you won't need the spreader in your mouth. I'm going see if the black kid wants to fuck you before I do. In fact, I'll let you earn lubrication. I'll take you down there and you can ask him to fuck you. If he says no, you need to convince him to do it or I'm going to fuck you without lube. It will hurt if I do that."

"Leave him alone," Thomas said.

"You want to protect your brother even after everything he did to you?" Daniel asked with unmasked surprise.

"He's my brother. He's easily manipulated. And our Uncle talked him into it. I'm your slave now, not his. I will do anything you ask. I have just one request. Don't fuck my brother."

"Okay, we'll do it your way. After the black kid fucks him, I'll have Forrest ask you to fuck him. If you do, then I won't. We'll see how far your training has advanced. Think about it while you watch."

Daniel released Forrest from the wall and took him over to where the black kid stood. He'd watched the black kid and saw that his legs were getting tired. He needed to be able to walk, perhaps even sit down for a while. And he'd seen the kid's dick come to life as he watched Curt getting fucked.

His words almost masked by his sobs, Forrest asked the black kid to fuck him. The kid had heard what Curt had said. He didn't want to see the white boy hurt. He wanted to fuck; but didn't want to be used to train the while kid. Conflicting emotions. But he said, "Okay."

"If you go and lay yourself over the horse, I won't lock you in position," Daniel said to Forest. "Submitting to your training will always earn you benefits. Go on and show me you wish to be my slave."

Forrest was scared out of his mind. But as his brother had said, he was easily manipulated, and Daniel had offered him an easier path so he took it. He got into the same position he had seen Curt in just minutes before.

"Very good," Daniel said as he led the now-freed black kid over. "I'll make this as easy for you as I can."

He handed the K Y to the black kid. He knew better than to ask him his name. It was better not to know. "Spread it on just your middle finger, get as much on it as you can, and then spread it all around that red ring you see. Has this been done to you?"

"Yes sir," the black boy answered. He hoped that calling him sir would save him from being fucked again. He hadn't enjoyed the two times he'd been fucked.

Daniel had to help hold Forrest down as the kid spread the KY jelly around Forrest's anus. Then he instructed the kid to put a lot more on his dick. "You need to get a boner. And don't take all day doing it or I'll let this kid fuck you instead."

As much as he knew he didn't want to do this just to train the white boy, he also was interested in how it would feel. He'd been fucked by a kid about the white boy's size, and now he had a chance to be the one doing the fucking. He squeezed as much of the KY on his dick as he could and started rubbing his dick like he had been taught by an older friend. He was twelve, and he had been masturbating for just a few months. But he did get hard.

"Okay, slow and easy. Keep moving it in, but don't rush until the head of your dick is past that tight ring of muscle. If you spread it open slowly it won't hurt him as much."

"Ahh, oww," Forrest said as the kid pushed against his anus. Daniel leaned over and said in a soft, quiet voice, "You're scaring the kid and he'll lose his boner and I'll have to take over. Keep quiet and let the kid do it. Push out like you're taking a dump."

The black kid was able to insert his dick. It was only three and three-quarter inches [9 cm] long erect, and about the same thickness as his finger he had used to lube Forrest. It felt wonderful being inside the white kid. For a moment, the boy forgot his situation and received the first satisfaction he'd been allow to have in a week. He didn't cum much, but it felt fantastic all the same.

"Okay, you did a fine job," Daniel said to the black kid. "You can go sit against the wall where you were bound. Don't touch your dick without permission." Daniel knew that depriving him of contact with his dick was just another way to train him to be submissive.

"Okay Forrest, you can stand up now.' He took Forrest over to right in front of Thomas. "You have a choice to make. You can ask me to fuck you or you can ask your brother to do it. If you ask Thomas, you'll have to remove the chastity device, and I'll bet he'll cum and cum over and over again. Who do you want to ask?"

"The key is in my pants pocket, back at the house," Forrest said with a sudden realization.

Daniel looked up and saw the priceless look in Thomas' eyes when he learned that he could not be freed from the device that kept him from getting a boner.

"Well, I guess that makes it difficult for you to ask him," Daniel said. "But since your brother asked me nicely not to fuck you, I'll let you ask either Randy or Curt to take his place. Unless you want me to do it." Daniel knew he'd have plenty of opportunities to fuck Forrest down the road.

"Do I have to? I'll be good, I promise," Forrest said hopefully.

"You trained your brother. You know that isn't how the training works. If you can't decide, I'll assume that means you want them both to fuck you."

Randy was his friend. Like him, Randy was thirteen while Curt was fourteen. But it was Randy's fault that they were here. He'd wimped out and was going to tell. Forrest didn't want to be fucked. He couldn't decide.

"Okay, come on over here," Daniel said in a soft voice again. It seemed to be working, so why change? He took a compliant Forrest back to the pommel horse and bent him over it. This time, he secured both of Forrest's wrists to the rings in the floor.

"Since you didn't pick one, both of them will do it. I'll let Randy go first since his dick is smaller."

"No, wait, I pick Randy," Forrest cried out, suddenly aware that he'd screwed up.

"Oh, you had your chance. I told you what would happen. It is too late for you to choose now. But if you're good and thank both of them when they are done, I won't fuck you today."

Daniel released Randy. "You are going to do this to your friend, and you are not going to waste my time. If you need to think about it you can do that while your sucking the black kid's dick, and then Curt's, then mine, and then Sid's." He swatted Randy on the ass and stood back to watch what he would do.

The training was progressing smoothly. Randy went straight for the KY and worked it onto his dick while getting it hard. He then inserted two fingers into Forrest's ass and lubed that. Then he spread Forrest's cheeks and inserted his dick. It went in easily, and he let himself enjoy it.

When he was done, he stood there waiting for more instructions. Daniel gave Forrest a moment to remember to thank him and then motioned for Randy to return to the wall.

"Thank him, stupid," Thomas yelled at his brother.

"Too late for that, he had his chance. It looks like I will be fucking him today after all. But first we'll let Curt have his turn. Randy, you can sit. Rest your legs, this might be a long night for you."

He released Curt and gave him the same warning he'd given Randy–fuck or suck and then fuck. And like Randy, Curt went right to it.

"Go very slow and easy," Daniel said. "Your's is the biggest thing he's had in his ass. His anus is open and his sphincter is stretched, but you still need to enter slow to give him a chance to push back, which relaxes the muscle even more." Daniel said it loud, to train all the boys in how to receive a dick without it being forced in.

Curt was just reaching his climax when one of the men came into the basement, looking tired and sweaty like he'd just run a mile. The man went straight to Sid, only to find him slumped over in the seat, dead.

Come with me," the man said to Daniel. He took him out of the basement. "There was a tracker in the van," the man said. "We have moved all of our records out of here and we need to exit immediately. That fat idiot who brought you here is dead. However, we've been watching you on the monitors and like the way you work. If you want to come with us, we need to leave now."

Daniel understood. The last time this had happened he had been twelve and wasn't punished when the police came. Instead, he was sent to America and adopted. This time he was fourteen, and he knew he'd be in jail for years. He enjoyed being a trainer. It was a better high than drugs or alcohol. He didn't need to be convinced.

"I'll need pants when we get to where we're going," he said. "I don't have anything to bring." He reached inside his shirt pocket and pulled out the handcuff keys.

The men rubbed his finger prints off the keys. "Take your shirt off and use it to open the door. Touch nothing. We will wipe the basement."

Without hesitation, Daniel took his shirt off. Men like these liked it when their instructions were followed instantly and without question. But once his shirt was off, he said, "The boys know my name and where I live. My finger prints won't matter. Which car should I get in?"

"You'll ride with me," the man in the grey suit said. "Wait outside, we'll be there in fifteen minutes."

"The boys. I liked them once. You don't know how long before someone comes. It would please me if you didn't leave them to starve."

The man in the grey suit paused. "There is food in the refrigerator. We will leave the trained one free but secure the others. He can bring them food."

"He is the most intelligent of all of them," Daniel said. "Leave Forrest, his brother, free. That kid makes rocks look smart. I can help to speed things up."

"We need to hurry," the second man said. "The kid knows what he's talking about. Let him help while we wipe down the basement."

They all went to the basement. Daniel took care of Forrest first, putting restraints on his wrists and then locking them in front of his body to a foot-long chain. He then used locks to prevent releasing the shackles that secured Curt, Randy, and Thomas to the wall. He was about to do the same with the black kid.

"No, he comes with us," the man in the grey suit said, pointing at the black kid. "Secure him for travel."

Daniel knew what that meant. He'd been secured for travel before and had secured other kids. He grabbed the harness that had been put on Randy. It had a ball gag built in, and when tightened it held his arms to his sides. Once the kid was secured, he helped the men wipe all surfaces of the basement.

He took the keys to all of the locks he had used and then pushed the black kid ahead of him and out to where the cars were parked while the men made a last look inside the house. They came out and the man in the suit asked, "Do you know how to drive?"

"Yes sir. Right at the speed limit, don't attract attention, and use the blinkers."

"Good." The man tossed him a set of keys and pointed to the SUV while the other man got in the Caddy. Daniel unlocked the SUV and waited until the man in the grey suit got in with the black kid, and then he got behind the wheel.

"When we reach the road, go the opposite direction to the way the Cadillac takes," the man in the grey suit said. "We will change vehicles soon and join up later tonight." Daniel didn't say anything. It was the proudest moment of his life, to be trusted by these two men. If they escaped being caught, he knew he'd be training boys for as long as he wanted. And men like them were part of a network of skilled people. They would have new identities, new training houses, and new cars all ready for them.

Chapter 6

"What happened," Curt asked as soon as the men were gone. Forrest tried to open the shackles that held the other boys to the wall, but they were padlocked closed. He went upstairs and tried to open the door, but it was secured by a padlock from the outside. All the windows had shutters covering them from the outside. But the men, and all the computers that had been here before, were gone.

He went back downstairs and told the others what he'd found. They all had questions, "Why did they leave, why did they take the black kid, why did Daniel help them?" Questions Forrest didn't know the answers to.

"I'm thirsty," Randy said. Could you get me water please?"

At least this was something he could do. He went back upstairs, and realized he needed to pee. While he took care of that, he realized the others would need to pee too. He found a plastic bucket and tossed it down the steps while he got a plastic pitcher and three paper cups. He filled the pitcher and took it and the cups down stairs.

"Here," he said after filling one of the cups. He held it up to Randy's face and let him drink. When Randy had drunk his fill, he asked if anyone else needed water.

"Look for some tools, maybe something to pry these things off the wall," Curt said.

"No, we can't do that, we need to be just like they left us when they come back."

"They aren't coming back stupid. Didn't you see them wiping off their fingerprints? Something scared them away."

Forrest looked to Thomas, hoping for some direction. Before Thomas could say anything, there was a crash from upstairs.

"They're back," Forrest yelled.

Curt knew it wasn't the men. That meant it was probably the police.

Another crash sounded, and then the door to the house burst open, the wood around the deadbolt splintered. "Boys, are you here? Thomas? Forrest?"

"It's grandpa," Forrest said. Normally, he was never overly happy to see his grandfather, but this wasn't a normal time. A large older teen with a sledge hammer came down stairs first, followed by their grandfather.

The teen with the sledge hammer saw Sid and went to him first. "My father is dead," he said after checking for a pulse.

"Did I hear you right?" Forrest asked. "Did you say he was your father?"

"Later," the teen said. Who has the keys to these locks?"

"Daniel does," Forrest said. "He took them with him."

Then a woman and a teen girl came down into the basement. "What is going on here," the woman said. "Curt, are you alright?" Curt froze as his mother and his sister saw him standing there naked and erect.

Linda, Curt's sister, looked around the room. She'd seen Thomas naked before, and now saw the chastity device on him and smiled. Her brother was naked, as was Randy and Forrest, and she made sure to get a good look at them. Only Forrest was able to use his hands to cover up.

"I don't understand," Curt's mom said. "Why are these boys naked?"

"I need you to go to the nearest store and buy a pair of big bolt cutters Mrs. Grant," the teen said to Curt's mother. "Tell the clerk you need to cut open a padlock. If I try to use the hammer I might hurt them. She started to refuse, but the teen told her she must hurry.

Linda moved to one of the seats, as far away from the dead fat man as she could. She hoped no one would notice her and make her go with her mother. As she went up the stairs, the boys all had dozens of questions.

"While we wait for Mrs. Grant to return, we can talk," the teen boy said. He moved over to where Thomas was fastened to the wall. "Who has the key to this?" he asked, pointing at Thomas' groin.

"Oh, damn," Forrest said. "It's in my pants, back at the house."

"Well, fortunately we went there first," his grandfather said. "And when we saw the clothes, we were suspicious. We brought them along. Would you run out to my car and get them Forrest?"

Happy to get out from the view of Curt's thirteen-year-old sister, Forrest ran up the stairs. He returned a few minutes later, wearing his shorts. He dropped the other shorts on the floor and went straight to Thomas. With all eyes on him at the moment, Linda saw her brother's shorts and scooped them up without anyone noticing.

"I'm uh, sorry," Forrest said to his brother. "I was just having fun, and Uncle Sid kept telling me stuff to do." The unknown teen came up next to him.

"I know all about your uncle, more than even you know. We can sort this out later. Right now, unlock that thing from your brother, okay?"

"Yeah," Forrest said. He had to bend down to see what he was doing, putting his face right in front of his brother's groin. He saw that his brother was on the edge of getting a boner and released the lock as quickly as he could.

Free for the first time in over 30 hours, Thomas' dick forced its way out of the sheath. He wanted to jack off more than anything, not even caring that Curt's sister was there, but his hands were still in the shackles.

"I owe you," Forrest said. Without a pause, he took his brother's dick into his mouth and began sucking, concentrating on the tip.

Thomas had been horny for so long but unable to do anything about it that it only took seconds for Forrest to make him cum. Much of it went in Forrest's mouth, the rest on his face, but he never said a word of complaint or disgust.

"How did you find us," Thomas asked his grandfather.

"And how is Uncle Sid your father?" Forrest asked the teen.

"All that later. We need to call the cops. And we need to decide how much of what happened here we are going to tell them."

I don't really want to tell the police everything I did," Forrest said. Randy nodded his agreement too.

Curt looked at Randy. "Same with me. Maybe we can blame it all on your uncle?"

"Maybe," Thomas said. "We have to discuss Daniel too."

"And that black boy," Randy said.

"One thing at a time," the older teen said. "I'll start."

"My name is William. That man," he pointed to Sid, "Is my father. He named me, but with him I was always Billy, a name I hated. And I have been in a room like this myself. When I got older, my father lost interest in me, but not before telling me horrible stories about my grandfather. How he was searching for me, and how what he had done to me was just a tiny fraction of what grandfather would do. So, I did my best to stay hidden."

"I knew some, and gradually learned more, about my youngest son," the grandfather said. I searched for leads, always trying to find where William was, and started fearing Sid had killed him. Then I got word that he had been found, and where he was. It was right when your parents were killed. I had to go. I knew my son was dangerous, but I thought you'd be safe enough until I got back. Just in case, I hid a GPS tracker inside his van."

"Grandfather has roamed the world looking for me," William continued. "And when he found me, it took a week for me to have even the tiniest bit of trust for him. I didn't come to believe him until he showed me pictures of Thomas and Forrest, my cousins, and told me that my dad was now their guardian. Trust me, nothing you boys say will surprise or shock me. I've lived it."

"The man who went out to the van after we were brought in here, he must have found the tracker," Thomas said. "That's what scared them off. And probably just in time too. Tomorrow we would have been gone."

Starting with Forrest, the whole story gradually came out. It ended with Curt, crying as he said it, saying he wanted to hurt Randy for what Randy had caused to happen.

"That pain, that desire to hurt or harm, that I understand," William said. "It is natural in circumstances like this. Now, the question is, how much of this do we tell the police? Because we have a dead man here, we have a dungeon, we have a missing boy named Daniel, and a black boy that you know nothing about. We cannot leave here without calling them, and we need to call them soon."

It was then that Curt's mom came back with the bolt cutters. She handed them to William, who cut Thomas free first.

Thomas saw his shorts were not in the pile, but Daniel's were and he took those and dressed quickly. Randy had been freed, so he tossed Randy's pair to him. All the boys except Curt had shorts on. Curt was looking desperately for his, even going up the steps to go look for them in the car. He came back down a minute later, hands over his privates, and asked where his pants were. Only Linda knew, and she didn't answer.

With guidance and suggestions from William, they decided just what they were going to tell the police. They practiced, with grandfather and William pretending to be cops and asking questions, until each boy was comfortable giving their answers. The only lie they were to tell was when asked, "Did anything else happen?" they would answer no. Except for Forrest with Thomas, all other sex was not to be discussed. His grandfather assured Forrest that he would not face charges for what he had done, it was all his uncle's fault.

The interrogations lasted two hours. The police could not question Randy because his parents were not present, but they did allow him to sit in while they interrogated the group. He occasionally answered a question, and the police knew they were okay writing down his answers because they made sure not to ask him questions directly.

Curt was given a blanket and his mother sat behind him. She stayed with him during the individual interrogations. When they were all done, the police felt like something was missing, but they had enough cooperation to hopefully find the two missing boys and the men who had been here and released the boys to parents and guardians.

A week later, a judge made William guardian of Thomas and Forrest. It turned out he was nineteen and had a job as a free-lance writer. Their grandfather gave them sufficient money to maintain the house without using William's earnings, which were not that substantial.

Daniel and the two men were never found, and the police never even found a clue as to who the men were. There were no reports of a missing twelve-year-old black boy so they had little to go on there.

Thomas, Forrest, Randy, and Curt worked with William and a qualified counselor, who got them over what had happed between them. Thomas and Forrest were never any closer than they had been, but they did get along amiably enough. They had not returned to school, but the school was aware of what had happened and didn't take action. Soon, they sold the house and they bought a smaller one in a different town and started attending a new school. They never felt the need to contact their former friends.

It wasn't until six years later when Thomas, who was in his last year of college, noticed a young man who looked like someone he recognized. Upon closer inspection, he was sure it was Daniel, and he was leading a boy of about twelve. Thomas called out, and the man turned and looked at him. The man smiled, and then got into a cab with the boy and was gone. Thomas reported it to the police, but again, nothing turned up, no boy was reported as missing, and they soon put it in the cold case file with the other dead-end reports.

The End