Sidney Gittler

Arkansas Vacation

Chapters 27-31

Aaron Cutler and Harley Joel Oswald make guest appearances in this chapter, modelled after to boy actors. As far as I know neither of these young stars is gay nor that they would indulge in any actions or fantasies ascribed to them.

Where to begin? How Lion and I celebrated our first anniversary? Tell you about the latest boys to arrive in Peckertown? The new act Benjy designed for the Little Leather Club? How about Justin and Kyle's reunion with their siblings?

We'll get to them. But we'll start where we left off… with a letter.

Dear Marc;

I'm sorry it's taken me so long to write but things have been so hectic since we got back three months ago that I haven't had a chance.

Don't even know where to start. First thing is Chris is doing ok. He's reacting really well to the hormone shots. So well that the doctors think he'll grow to his normal height and look like a man and not a tall little boy. And the other night when I was sucking him his cock got a little harder and he had a tiny orgasm. We cried and hugged at that.

We're in our new house in Longston, NJ and we've been making new friends, especially with the kids we've met from Longston Academy where we'll be going next month. We've met a couple of kids who go there, Jon Sorrel and Joe Werner, and they're out lovers who helped start the gay and straight club. We spent the night at Jon's house with another gay couple from the school and none of them said anything when they saw Chris naked. It made my love feel so good.

Finally as my Pop Pop used to say, it's a small world. Turns out that Jon's father owns and Joe's father is the president of the conglomerate where Dad, I love calling him that, is one of the divisional presidents. Plus my father works for Dad's division. They made father an offer. Sign the papers giving me up for adoption and accept a transfer to the Dubai plant or, well just say he signed the papers fast. I am now Dashby Scott.

Please let everybody, especially Mr. Kevin know.

Thanks, Dashby.

A week later I was at the train station with Aaron and Shawn to pick up supplies for the Tasty Buns restaurant. Shawn was telling me how he and Chris were getting along and I realized it was over a year since Daniel and I picked the two hitchhikers up on our way back from New Jersey. Which reminded me that with everything going on after Charles Davis's crime spree Daniel and I forgot my birthday, and our first anniversary.

Before I got a chance to fantasize about that amazing week the train pulled in and Shawn gasped as a Puerto Rican teen hopped of the train before it stopped completely. While Peckertown's boys have always been predominately white there's always been a good mix of other racial groups so having a Puerto Rican join us wasn't a big deal.

That first Saturday of August 2000 nobody noticed the dozen other boys arriving on the same train. Flip flops showing perfect toes led to muscular legs that went on until interrupted by black latex shorts that left nothing to the imagination. Including eight inches [20 cm] of uncut boy cock, and yes the shorts were that tight. He wore an open sleeveless vest revealing a hairless muscular chest. Swept back black hair topped a handsome face highlighted by a bright smile. This boy oozed masculine sexuality and knew it.

Shawn left my side and walked up to the newcomer. "Welcome to Peckertown, my name's Shawn."

"Joaquin, are you the welcoming committee?"

"Just for the moment," Shawn said and giggled.

Joaquin smiled, bent down and kissed Shawn gently on the lips.

Shawn's fingers floated up the other boy's chest.

Joaquin squeezed Shawn's basket.

Shawn traced the outline of Joaquin's cock as the kiss got deeper.

I couldn't believe what I was watching. A boy who just finished telling me how much he was in love and the great sex he and his lover shared was about to start rutting in the street with a total stranger. Though a damn hot one my cock lusted for.

"Is this right? What about Chris?" Aaron asked. Aaron Jorgenson is my lover's older brother and while he doesn't have any problems with what happens in his hometown is as straight as they come.

My cock relaxed as I considered this. Would Lion react the same way Shawn was and how would I react to it? With certain guidelines we had an open relationship but generally didn't go outside of the relationship. I knew Joaquin turned me on and I knew he would turn my fifteen-year-old lover on to.

"You ever hear of Stephen Stills?"

"Singer with various groups and solo. Big hit was, oh yes, 'If you can't be with the one you love'."

"Love the one you're with," I finished. "And this isn't love, this is carnal lust."

Shawn was naked and on his knees peeling the latex shorts down.

"I'll go get the supplies while you join the rest of the perverts watching," Aaron said.

I think I nodded as I watched the uncut cock appear in all its glory. The boy had a small trimmed patch of pubic hair. He shucked his vest, stretched and I realized that patch and his head were the only hair on his body. Though by the precum Shawn was licking I knew it was because he shaved. I loved the look though it didn't conceal that Joaquin was at least fifteen. This was no scared little boy looking for a safe haven.

Shawn slowly licked the head clean before slowly making his way down to two good-sized orbs. Joaquin ran his hands through the young cocksucker's long black hair and let out a barely audible moan.

The Tasty Buns' star nude busboy released the two balls and started swallowing the cock. It took remarkably little time for the thirteen-year-old to swallow the throbbing, growing prick. Joaquin's knees buckled when he felt Shawn's lips on his bush and the two boys quickly began to 69. Now Shawn's tool is a little larger than average for his age but no match for the monster down his throat. As Joaquin started fingering Shawn's hole I noticed a little boy watching the scene. Hispanic and nowhere near ten. I also noticed the men circling him. I moved around and stood behind him as Joaquin began to enter Shawn's love canal. The older boy saw me and stopped, glaring. Shawn turned his head and grabbed Joaquin's arm.

"He's ok, that's my boss and he'll make sure nobody touches the kid."

"Sure? That's my baby brother."

"Swear."

I crossed my heart and Joaquin nodded then proceeded to ram his cock deep inside Shawn. Without taking my eyes off the sex crazed boys I knelt behind the child.

"Is Joaquin your brother?"

He nodded.

"Have you seen him do this before?"

"Man do you have a tight ass," Joaquin said.

Another nod.

"What's your name?"

"Ricardo Manuel Lopez."

"How old are you?"

"Eight."

"Fuck my ass man, fill my ass with you man cum," Shawn said.

"Where are your parents?"

"Muerto, dead" he said in a flat voice.

"I'm sorry," I said and put my hand on his shoulder.

We watched silently as his big brother continued pounding Shawn's ass. Grinding Shawn's ass and back into the packed dirt. Shawn was jacking himself off furiously and screamed as a geyser of boy cum shot from his cock and splattered all over his face and stomach.

Joaquin pulled out, stroked twice and added a huge load all over Shawn. Spent he collapsed and the two started kissing. Many of the men in the crowd threw money before drifting away to find whores of their own. Ricardo darted and picked up all the money and handed it to his big brother who was sitting next to Shawn smiling. Ricardo started dividing the money but Shawn put his hand on top.

"Keep it, I've got a steady job and enough money. You'll need it to get set up."

"You sure? I don't want to take food out of your mouth."

"Don't worry, he takes it out of mine during meal breaks at the restaurant he works at."

"Thank you sir, for looking after Ricardo."

"No problem, but you're going to have to be careful with him around here."

"I know, but we had to get out of Miami."

I waited for him to continue but when he didn't I turned to Shawn. "Any vacancies in your apartment building?"

"Think so, yeah, two of the guys moved in together so there's a one bedroom on my floor open unless Matt's rented it already."

I opened my cell phone and hit the speed dial for the Green St. apartment building.

"Matt, it's Marc, I hear you have a vacancy on the third floor?"

"Yes, just finished cleaning it up. That's a furnished one."

"It's rented. Shawn will bring them in shortly."

"Yes boss, can I call Margaret and set up a meeting with you for next week?"

"Matt, you need to talk to me just set it up. You don't need permission. Understand?"

"Yes boss."

"Joaquin, you've got your housing settled. I'll drop you off with Shawn and he can show you the manager's office and anything else you need around there. Shawn, call in when you're done and have them punch you out then."

"I don't want your charity either sir," Joaquin said, he was dressed again.

"Did I say you were getting a free apartment? This way you don't have to worry about Ricardo having a roof over his head while you two are settling in and your deciding what you want to do for a living," I said and handed him my card.

"Shawn, will you help me load the car?" Aaron called.

The three boys ran off and I followed.

On the short drive to the apartment Joaquin filled us in on his past. His father had been a high level pusher. One night while he and Ricardo were at the park men broke down their door and executed both their parents. A friend ran over to the park and told them about the shootings and that cops were all over the place.

"I was scared," Ricardo said.

"Fortunately dad had an escape plan for the two of us set up. As always I was carrying several hundred dollars in my wallet and instructions on how to get here. I've also got the account numbers and code to get money out of the Peckertown Bank. Don't know how much is there or how long it'll last but at least we're safe for now," Joaquin said.

"Aren't the Miami police looking for you?" I said.

I saw Joaquin shrug in the rearview mirror. "If they find us here they can't do anything to us. Can't take us back without a fight and man I'll give them one."

"Cops find you call me before you do or say anything. I'll get you the best lawyer in the area. If you need anything call us. Shawn, you and Matt pass the word through the building."

Joaquin leaned forward and kissed my cheek.

We rode in silence the rest of the way and I dropped the three boys off at the apartment house. Most of the boys living there worked for Jorgenson Enterprises in one capacity or another and I knew they would all watch out for Ricardo.

Daniel was at his desk going over invoices when I got to the office with two-cheeseburger deluxe combos from the Tasty Buns. As we ate I told him about the two newcomers.

"Cool, only thing is I think we should have Matt keep a close eye on Joaquin. It's a good story but his old man could have sent him here to get into the drug trade. We've kept it out of town for the most part but it's been a concerted effort," Daniel said.

"True, Matt said he wanted to set up a meeting with me so we can discuss it with him then."

"And that if anybody catches Ricardo having sex then they'll both have to leave town on the next train or bus. I've got just one question."

"Shoot."

"If the two of them were as hot as you say how did you ever tear your eyes away to notice Ricardo?"

"First, the boy was right across from me. Second, there was too much activity around him. Finally, with what I have waiting for me at home why get hot and bothered by anybody else?"

Daniel put his sandwich down on a bill from Clinton Condoms, stood, walked around the desk and climbed onto my lap. Our lips flew together and our tongues danced while hands roamed over horny bodies.

"Home, pool, sex," he said.

I nodded.

Twenty minutes later we were naked in our pool. However we were not alone.

Waiting to greet us were Benjy and Roger, the Olson Triplets and all the members of Powersound and their significant others, when they weren't part of the group already. I swear there wasn't an inch of space between Dustin and Nico, total.

"Bro, we expecting anybody else?" Daniel asked his younger brother.

"Zeus and the Snitz twins, and Zeus said they may have a surprise," Benjy said.

This was immediately followed by two huge splashes that left trails of long blond hair in their wake.

"Don't you dare big man. Don't want a crack in the bottom or have to refill the pool.

"Shit, there's barely enough room for me to walk into this oversized bathtub," Zeus said.

"Well, I hope there's room for us," a familiar voice said and I quickly turned. Everybody did.

"Scott? Frank? Scott, you look great," I said.

"Hey, don't I look great?" Frank said with a grin splitting his face.

"You look like you've been enjoying the good life."

"A month at the rehab clinic followed by a week at Disney World, that'll make anybody look and feel good," Scott said as he led his boyfriend into the pool.

"You went to the rehab center too Frank?" Benjy said.

Frank nodded, "they have a program for significant others that runs parallel with the patient's. Helped me a lot. Besides, couldn't go that long without seeing my lover, could I?"

Scott kissed Frank, a long deep kiss that had all the couples holding each other tight. Scott had been through so much over the past few years that everybody understood why he'd become an alcoholic. Admired the strength it took to walk into that Alcoholics Anonymous meeting at the very bottom of his depression and addiction.

I slapped Zeus on the back of his broad black back. "If that's the surprise it's an awesome one."

"Only the first part," Mike said.

"Marc, Daniel, I appreciate everything you and your family's done for me since I arrived here. But Frank and I have been offered a job and we're going to take it," Scott said.

"You're not leaving Peckertown?" Daniel said.

"Not a chance. As everybody here knows tomorrow is the Grand Opening of Mark and Mike's Swim Park. It's a smaller version of one we loved back home and like that one it's a no sex zone. Unlike that one we need people there to enforce the rule," Mark said.

"And Scott wants me to stop hustling and this way I can do that without feeling I'm living off him," Frank said.

"Yeah, they'll be living off us," Mike said and everybody laughed.

"Well then, we regretfully accept your resignation on one condition Scott," Daniel said.

"What?"

"You promise not to be a stranger and if you need anything at anytime either one of you comes to us."

Scott swam over and hugged both of us. "I promise."

"We promise," Frank said.

A couple hours later Zeus, Nelson and I fired up the barbecue and started digging hot dogs, hamburgers and chicken from the freezer. Nelson and Zeus started arguing over how to season the chicken I was defrosting it in the micro so I divided the batch in half and let each have his way. I watched and knew that I'd be taking a piece from each recipe.

Fortunately Zeus remembered his lesson from the recent movie shoot and held back three pieces of chicken from each of the platters we served the starving mob. As we backed away we each counted to make sure we still had ten fingers.

While there was lots of hand holding and tender kisses within each couple and between friends there was no love making as afternoon turned into evening and finally night. Zeus and his two boyfriends stayed long enough to help clean up the pool area before we sent them off and my Lion and I headed up to our bedroom.

"That was wild and nice," Daniel said.

"Yes, we don't do it often enough, but I sort of regretted our open door policy today."

The love of my life ran his fingers down my torso until he reached and grabbed my growing cock. "It's not like either one of us forgot why we came home for."

"That's true, but with everything that's happened the last few months there are a couple things we forgot," I said as I took hold of his fifteen-year-old boy cock.

"What?" he said as he started stroking.

"My birthday and our anniversary. Shawn talking at the train station reminded me," as I matched his pace.

Daniel brushed his lion's mane out of his eyes and looked at me. "Oh shit," he giggled, "I forgot completely too. We've got to make it up to ourselves."

"This is a good place to start," I said as I swung around and inhaled his teen cock.

A cock that was a lot longer, thicker and tastier than the one I swallowed my first night ever in the town I now called home, Peckertown, Arkansas. And the rest of him had kept pace as well. But when he engulfed my cock in his mouth it took me back to the joy I'd felt that night at the In-Boy Inn. I didn't linger in the past but concentrated on pleasuring the naked busboy who during that magical week transformed my entire life, and made himself my lover.

I sensed both cocks growing, beginning to throb and I pulled off my Lion's cock.

"Fuck me, make love to me."

He kneeled between my legs as I rolled onto my back and slowly raised them, revealing the entrance to my soul. Slowly he inserted two and then three fingers, gently rotating them, preparing my hole to welcome him. Daniel blew me a kiss and gently, lovingly entered me. After fifteen months we knew each other sexually but this time was as beautiful as the first time after we admitted our love for each other.

With long slow strokes he made love to me. Our eyes remained locked as he pleasured my insides, cock massaging my prostate into constant arousal.

"I love you," I whispered.

"And I love you," he whispered as he picked up the pace to match the increased pulsing in his tool.

"Fill me with your love," I said.

Recognizing the urgency and need in my voice Daniel started pounding harder and faster. His cock reached deep into my body and my heart. It massaged my prostate enough times and I fired long volleys of cum between us and brought my lover off as my Lion let loose his mighty roar while he shot his massive load.

Satiated he pulled out and gently lowered my legs. Heads on the pillows we cuddled whispered our private goodnights and fell asleep in each other's arms.

Ten o'clock Tuesday morning Matt walked into my office and I was stunned. His hair was combed back and he was wearing a dress shirt and slacks to go with his matching loafers.

"Looking good," I said as I stood and shook his hand. He frowned. "I meant that professionally not sexually."

He brightened. "Thanks, I wanted to do this professionally Marc."

"What's on your mind? How is everything at your building?"

"Fine, Joaquin and Ricardo are settling in, all the boys are making sure the youngster stays safe."

"Any signs of drugs?"

"No, why?"

"Joaquin said his father was a pusher in Miami before he was murdered. Don't want son going into the business here. Nor do we want Ricardo violating the age laws."

Matt nodded and I saw him shuffling his feet. I waited for a couple more moments. "Now what did you want to talk about?"

"I've been talking with Joey and Elliott who manage the Jorgenson's other two apartment buildings in the neighborhood. We've got a couple of complaints, nothing major or anything but just bugging us."

I placed my pad in front of me and picked up my pen. "Fine, and don't worry about me or the Jorgensons getting mad. If our employees have problems we want to know about them."

"Two things, the first is we know you have regular meetings with your other property managers but never with us. And I know it sounds childish but we wonder if you take us and our responsibilities seriously."

"You're right, we have ignored you guys. To be honest part is because in the scheme of things you are a smaller part of Jorgenson Enterprises. But also because the three of you have been doing such good jobs in maintaining the buildings and collecting the rents that we've let the three of you do your jobs. However, if you feel that say a monthly meeting is needed we can do that. The three of you, myself, Daniel and Elijah when he's available."

"That would be great, it doesn't have to be long or anything. It'll just make us feel more of the team."

"Trust me Matt, you are part of the team. Now what was the second issue?"

"When each of us took the jobs we were eager to stop whoring and the idea of free housing, utilities and cable for us and our boyfriends sounded great. Each of us does have a boyfriend who makes good money and all, but, you know, we feel that, you know."

I smiled and nodded, not wanting to make his uneasiness worse. "So you want a salary as well?"

He nodded.

"Have you discussed an amount?"

"We started to but really didn't have any idea. Trusted you to be fair with us."

The innocence of youth, I'd learned the hard way not to say something like that. Just didn't think it was the time to teach him that lesson, in any way. I leaned forward and scratched around on my pad while I pretended to calculate. Truth was I'd expected this to happen and knew what good building managers cost from my work in New Jersey.

"One hundred dollars a week, each. We'll review that every six months on an individual basis."

The smile on Matt's face reinforced my guess that I could have gotten away with fifty. They wanted not to have to ask their lovers for spending money and a little proof of being appreciated. As I wrote for real this time I made a note to give them all fifty-dollar raises the next time unless one of them really screwed up.

"Thanks, thanks a lot Marc. We really appreciate it, and you won't see us taking it easy or anything now. And you'll let us know when the first meeting will be."

I flipped open my calendar. "Two weeks from today, same time. Sound OK?"

"Great, I'll let the others know. Thanks for everything Marc. I was really nervous."

"You did great. Now get back to work."

An hour later Daniel knocked on my open door and walked in. "We've got a possible situation."

"Logan call?" I said referring to the head of Samurai Inc., a private security firm specializing in teen idols.

"Aaron Cutler arrives Friday and they're spread to thin right now to send anyone with him."

"What about Harley?"

"Shooting a movie. Cutler's tour is taking a week off and he wants to come down and breath for a few days."

"I guess he wants to stay at their house."

Daniel nodded.

I pushed the phone around. "Call Kenny and ask him and Serge to come over. Then call Benjy and tell him we need Wang."

"And where are you going?" He asked as I rose.

"Little boy's room," I said and pecked his cheek.

When the private jet landed early Friday afternoon Zeus ended up carrying a sleeping rock star from the plane to the van and then to his bedroom. Zeus sighed as he exited. I knew what his fantasy was, and at least for now it wasn't going to come true.

As I checked the downstairs I saw several of Kenny's students patrolling the grounds.

"Everything OK?" Serge said in his heavy Russian accent.

"Fine, you, Wang and Kenny each have a cell with all the numbers preprogrammed?"

"Yes sir. And he doesn't leave the grounds without at least two of us with him. One of whom has to be either Wang, Kenny or myself."

I rubbed his neck. "Good, then when Zeus gets down here we'll leave you to it."

The poolside phone rang the next day and Daniel leaped out of the water and hit the speaker button.

"Hello," he said.

"Lion, it's Aaron, these guys are killing me here. They don't want me to have fun tonight."

"What do you want to do?"

"Wang told me that Benjy's introducing a new act tonight and I've never seen him in action, and then I'd like to take everybody for ice cream but Kenny keeps saying both are too dangerous," Aaron whined.

"Aaron, can you hear me?" I said from the edge of the pool.

"Yes Marc."

"Your fans accepted your being gay, but if you get spotted at the Little Leather Club, and you will, it will destroy your sweet young thing image."

There was a long pause. We could hear voices but couldn't understand them.

"Mr. Fogel?"

"Wang, how many times do I have to tell you?"

"Sorry Mr., I mean Marc. There is a solution that might work at the club. Aaron has agreed if you think it's feasible."

"Tell me," I said.

"There's a private booth overlooking the stage from the back of the hall with one way glass and accessible only through a locked staircase. It's right next to the lights and sound room and is completely soundproofed. If we get Aaron there early and leave after everybody else we should be OK."

"But I want my own slave," Aaron shouted.

"Wang, I want Paulo up there when you get there. And you tell him that if he ever opens his mouth about this special client he's out on the street and out of Peckertown," Daniel said.

"The first will be enough with him, though I don't think the threat is even needed. He is one of the best slaves."

"I know, that's why I picked him.

"Can we sit in the audience at the Big Lick?" Aaron said.

"Kenny?"

"Yes boss."

I heard annoyance in his voice. "The arrangements at the LLC seem reasonable?"

"I'll call Benjy and work the timing out. Then I'll go over and talk with Sol and station my men all over the place. With what's happened there this year I am not taking any chances. And Aaron will not go up on the stage no matter what."

"Understood Aaron?" I said.

"If they introduce me can I at least stand and wave?"

"Wipe your mouth first," Daniel said.

Benjy called a half-hour later. "I finally get a real celebrity coming to see my act and you hide him away from the rest of my audience. Then he's going to see the Trips and gets to sit in the front row. That's not fair!"

"He's only thirteen bro," Daniel said.

"He's older than me, hell he's older than the slave I'm introducing tonight."

"But it's not hurting either of your reputations to be seen there."

"So, there's something wrong with what I do?"

"Benjy, you know that's not what I fucking mean. Aaron has an image that survived his coming out, hell we had to have this same argument with him. Besides, Marc and I were planning to come see the show tonight."

"OK, I may even introduce you."

"Fine, and bro if we get an adult celebrity here who wants to see your show and is willing to sit in the audience we'll let him."

"Cool, OK, I'll see you then." Benjy hung up the phone.

"We are going where tonight?" I said.

"I thought we discussed this earlier," Lion said, roared and dived back in the pool.

Though we didn't get much swimming done before supper.

The Little Leather Club was quickly filling up as we took our table along the far wall. Our personal slaves stood by our chairs, two new boys I didn't recognize, possibly twins. Their long black hair was the only hair on their bodies. Their skin radiant boy sexuality and their backs showed the results of their training and use. I ran my nails down mine and he didn't flinch.

"What's your name slave?" I said.

"Byron sir."

"Your name boy?" Daniel said.

"Bryan sir."

"Byron's your twin bro?"

"Yes sir. Is that acceptable sir?"

"Yes boy, now go get us a pitcher of beer and some glasses, and make sure they're clean."

Bryan left and when I spotted Wang leaning against a door in the back I sent Byron to get him. Byron returned alone.

"Forgive me master but Mister Wang says he cannot leave his post but to tell you that everything is as arranged."

The young slave stood there expecting to be hit. I grabbed his hair and brought his face to mine and forced my tongue down as far as it would go. When I let him go I pointed to the floor next to my chair. "Good boy, now sit."

Bryan returned and Daniel carefully expected the glasses. After the boy filled them Daniel tongue fucked his mouth and then had the boy sit next to him.

"Show off," I said as the lights dimmed. The show was sold out and even the bar was packed.

Roy, our newest master, opened the show with a demonstration of whip work.

For his finale two of the bigger slaves were strapped to crosses, one on each side of the stage. Roy faced the audience with a bullwhip in his left hand. Took a long deep breath and then there was a blur. I'll swear his eyes never left the audience but after five minutes both backs were bloodied and the slaves were screaming.

As Roy left the stage to collect his tips he carried his whip. When his left foot hit the main floor a Frisbee came flying toward him from the back of the stage. Two seconds before contact he whirled, flicked his wrist and the Frisbee was sent the way it came. A second whip emerged and flung it back to Roy. This time Caleb appeared on stage and for five minutes they rocketed the flying disk back and forth using nothing but their bullwhips.

When Caleb finally snatched the Frisbee out of the air with his hand the spotlight zoomed in on Roy.

"You have just witnessed the unsurpassed whip magic of Master Roy. Please show your appreciation as he passes among you," Caleb said and disappeared.

When Roy was near us I waved him over and handed him a fifty.

"I can't take this, Master Benjy said I couldn't take money from Mr. Fogel or his brother."

"Tell my little brother that we'll do what we please and if he doesn't like it I can still pound him. Besides, the four of you deserve every penny of that. You were great," Daniel said.

"Thank you, but I think maybe I just won't tell him, may be safer for both of us," Roy said.

I motioned Byron to stand and pour our refills. Then I sat his hot naked buns on top of my hard cock. My lover did the same with his slave.

"How long have you been a slave here boy?" I said.

"Three weeks, this is our first show. We were surprised because we haven't finished our training but Master Benjy said you would be gentle with us."

"Is Master Benjy really your brother sir?" Bryan said.

Daniel slapped his face hard enough to leave a mark. "It is not your place to ask questions of your customers slave. Be grateful I don't tell my brother of your insolence."

The young slave cowered in Daniel's lap. "Forgive me master, I will remember my place."

Daniel stroked the youngsters back and kissed the spot he'd just slapped. "You two have chosen a hard life, but a rewarding one. We will defend and protect you, but you must follow your training. Do both of you understand?"

"Yes," the twins said simultaneously.

"Good, now get off our laps and start working on our cocks before we cum in our pants instead of your mouths."

As the lights dimmed sweet mouths enveloped our cockheads.

The lights went out, immediately followed by a screech from the back of the hall.

I turned to see Benjy swing a spiked paddle at the back of a tall sixteen-year-old African-American. The spikes were short but sharp and blood was coming down in streams. What I noticed that I hoped nobody else did was Wang closing the door they'd come out of.

"Looks like Benjy was giving Aaron a private show between acts," I whispered.

"Figured he couldn't resist, can't blame him either," Daniel said.

I ran my hands through Byron's hair as Benjy took the stage and the black slave was led away.

"Gentlemen, I hope you enjoyed the first act of our show." Applause and cheers interrupted Benjy. "Thank you, thank you. I want to remind all of you that all of us, masters and slaves, are professionals. We train continually to ensure our safety goes with your entertainment. In other words, don't try this at home. For those of you who have reserved a private room and slave for after the show remember that if the slave says no then it's no. We have installed video monitoring equipment in each room to ensure our slave's safety as well as your security."

A red spotlight appeared stage left illuminating a young Chinese boy. Completely naked with his hands tied behind him. Black collar length hair with a rat's tail that reached the top of his crack. If I didn't know we checked every single Jorgenson Enterprises employee's credentials the legality of the slave could have been questioned.

He was actually a year older than Benjy though the eleven-year-old head master was taller and more muscular than the new slave.

"Gentlemen, for the first time ever at the Little Leather Club I bring you Lee Jun Fan," he took hold of the rat's tail and twirled the boy around. "From Hong Kong to San Francisco to Peckertown, Arkansas for your enjoyment."

While Benjy walked to the side of the stage where his whips and canes were kept the young boy began a complicated series of kung fu moves with his hands still tied behind his back. A complicated flip and the hands were in front. Benjy cracked his whip instigating another flip returning Lee's hands to his back.

The two pre-teens stared at each other as music began to play. Benjy began to snap the whip to the beat of the music as Lee used dance and martial arts moves to avoid the painful lash. No matter how close together they came there was no hint that the Chinese slave would attack his master.

When Benjy hit Lee the audience gasped at the little boy's ability to ignore the pain and blood. Leap up instantly if knocked down. The beat grew faster and so did Lee's feet and Benjy's whip.

Benjy held his left arm out and someone threw another whip to him. Carefully cracking both whips he started making more contact with the slave. Blood, sweat and energy flowed out of the boy.

Finally Lee fell to his knees and in an instant both whips were curled around his neck. The boy prostrated himself in front of his master. The two panting for breath as the audience roared.

Slowly Benjy raised Lee's head and body till the slave's mouth was at the top of Benjy's skintight leather shorts. Lee grabbed the top with his teeth and began lowering the shorts, slowly and carefully. You could see Benjy holding his breath and squeezing his body tighter to make it easier. Hear the audience as they realized how long the youngster's cock was. When the full eight hard inches [20 cm] popped free and slapped against Lee's face the crowd gasped. His pubic hair and leaking precum showing it was real.

Benjy maneuvered Lee to his knees and the slave quickly swallowed his master's rod. For an eleven-year-old Benjy had plenty of control of his orgasms. But he knew a slave at the end of a performance could only go so long, especially with two bullwhips wrapped around his neck. After five minutes Benjy flicked his wrists pulling Lee off him and covered the boy's face with cum. And I filled Byron's throat as well and heard Lion filling Bryan's.

Spent he dropped the whips and two slaves dressed head to toe in leather came, carefully unwrapped the two whips and carried Lee Jun Fan off the stage to thunderous applause.

Kyran and Nate, two more new slaves, walked down the aisle with plates marked tips for Lee. Benjy never collected or kept any of the tips. After all he and his boyfriend/bodyguard still lived with his parents a couple of blocks from Daniel and me.

Daniel and I were snuggling with our slaves when Wang walked past and gave us the all clear signal we all learned while working with Samurai Inc. during the movie shoot.

I licked some cum off of Byron's nose. "Would you and your brother like to go out for ice cream with us?"

He started to nod but then shook his head. "It's not permitted for a slave to leave the building without permission from a master or a boss."

"Byron, I am a boss. Now you two go tell whomever you have to that you are going out with Daniel Jorgenson and Marc Fogel. Put some shorts on and get back here fast."

Bryan looked at Daniel as the twin slaves slipped off our laps.

"Go," Daniel said as he slapped Bryan's ass.

Five minutes later they were back wearing tight latex shorts, studded dog collar with a leash. They handed the handles to us and kneeled.

"Master Caleb grants us permission to go. He requests you return us to the new barracks whenever you are finished with us," Bryan said. Don't ask, I've told you before I can always tell twins apart.

I stood, kissed Byron, told him to heel and we left. Wang was waiting at the car and didn't even blink at the two slaves. He knew first hand there are times I like young boys.

Another of Kenny's boys took control of the car when we reached the Big Lick and Wang led us in followed by yet another. Kenny was using this as a massive training exercise to impress Logan, and to treat everybody to a night out on somebody else's dime.

Byron and Bryan were in front of Daniel and me and their excitement was palatable. When we reached our table I made sure Byron saw who was at the next table.

"That can't be," he whispered softly.

"It is, and if you look under the table you'll see that you two aren't the only slaves with a night out."

He ducked and saw Paulo between Aaron Cutler's legs sucking on the boy's man-sized cock. He sat right back up because that wasn't a new site. A teen idol with his shirt open and sweat pouring down ten feet [3 m] away was.

The waiter came and after practically ordering them to the boys ordered ice cream sundaes. As usual as soon as our order was on the table the show began. Isn't power grand?

Big Sol came out on stage. "Ladies and gentlemen it is my pleasure and honor to introduce a special celebrity in the audience."

"Oh no you don't uncle," three voices came and the Olson Triplets came out dancing to new music. Lance grabbed the mike. "Ladies, this is the first single from our guest's new album due out late this year. The song is 'I Want Candy' and the artist is Peckertown's very own Aaron Cutler. Give it up."

"And we all know who Candy really is," Richie Olson said.

Aaron stood, stuffed his hard cock back in his shorts and jumped on the table.

The crowd went wild as Lance threw him the mike. "Thanks everybody, I hope you all buy the new CD when it comes out, even if you boy lovers have to lie about who it's for. Now back to the stars of this show: Lance, Richie and Bobbie, the Olson Triplets."

As the stage went black I saw Kenny lean into Aaron. "You expose yourself like that again and I'll drag your sorry butt back to the house so fast you'll leave your cock in Paulo's mouth. You understand me?"

Aaron glared back, then nodded. "You're right, I'm sorry. It's just that I feel so safe here, this is my home like it's yours."

"Yeah, but remember, some of these guys might just want to go home and say they did more than just saw you in person. And I'll make sure your cock gets out of Paulo's mouth."

Aaron leaned over and kissed Kenny's cheek as the stage lights went on. The Trips summer 2000 show was done to a medley of surfing songs from the 60s highlighting the Beach Boys and Jan and Dean. Naturally they started off wearing baggy Hawaiian shirts and shorts. Very quickly the shorts were gone. Byron kept looking from the stage to the next table where Paulo was now sitting on Aaron's lap. I felt around and the young slave's prick was hard. I knew the three were going to be lording it over the other slaves for weeks.

The Trips started unbuttoning their shirts and Byron turned to face me and started unbuttoning mine in time. I played with his tiny nipples in return. When he undid my last button I turned to see the identical triplets down to patterned Speedos. Their thirteen-year-old rods clearly outlined. When the performers started rubbing them Byron unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. When they removed the swimsuits Byron slipped his shorts down.

When they started jerking off Byron lifted up and quickly impaled his tight boy ass with my hard rod. A quick glance revealed Daniel and Aaron to be in the same condition. I grabbed the boy slave's cock and started jerking it as he gently rose and fell on my cock in time with the music.

It was a beautiful thing. And as I came close to climaxing the triplets walked to the edge of the stage right in front of Aaron. "Duck slave," Lance whispered and as soon as Paulo lowered his head the three shot their loads all over the Little Prince of Pop's face.

I jammed my cock up Byron's ass and filled it with cum forcing him into a dry orgasm.

The Trips disappeared into the back and Kenny hustled Aaron, Paulo and two more of his team backstage. Wang and a few more guarded the stage. I signed the tab for everybody and added tips for the waiters and the Olsons, though I knew that would annoy Lance.

"Did Master Caleb say when he expected you back?"

"No sir," Byron said.

"Then would you and your bro like to spend the night in your own room at the house? We'll drop you off at the barracks tomorrow."

"Don't you want to have sex with us there?"

"Daniel and I have a rule, inside our home we only have sex with each other. A night of privacy, it may be your last one for years."

"Can Bryan and I have sex together?"

"Yes."

He hugged me tight and my cock slipped out of his ass.

Back at the house Daniel and I removed our respective slave's collars. "Boy's once you walk into the bedroom you are free to do what you will. When you come out in the morning you will put the collar back on and resume your lives as slaves," Daniel said.

"Yes Sir," they both said.

***

At ten a knock on the door woke us and two naked boys came in with breakfast trays. Naked except for their collars and leashes.

"Did you have your breakfast?" I said.

"No Sir, we didn't know if we could," Byron said.

"Your masters have trained you well, now go eat."

"Thank you Sir." They bowed and left.

At noon the four of us drove over to Aaron Cutler's house on the outskirts of town. We had to tug on their leashes to get Byron and Bryan to come inside with us.

Paulo met us inside and instantly showed his colleagues the new scars Aaron had given him.

"You are so lucky," Byron said.

"Yeah, I hope this one lasts," Paulo said.

"Can we meet him?" Bryan said.

"Sure, he's waiting for all of you."

I caught Daniel's eye and he shrugged. We'd let the boys be boys and not tell Benjy about the lapse in protocol. We followed them into the living room and Paulo was already introducing the twins to Aaron. The star gave the boys a copy of each of his CDs for the barrack's boom box before Wang took them back.

Alone Aaron leaned back in his chair and stared at the ceiling. "You know," he said after a while, "you do get used to the good life, being a star. But meeting them I realize how lucky I was even before Nick started us down this path. A nice, normal loving family who would have accepted my being gay no matter what. Paulo and I talked last night and he told me why he'd come down and become a slave. Why he loved the pain and sex. When I cried he comforted me instead of the other way. Lion, tell Benjy that Paulo turned down my offer to buy his freedom and come on the road with me."

"There's no buyout clause in the agreement the boy's sign. They can walk away any time. But I will tell him," Daniel said.

There were two messages on our answering machine when we got home. The first was from Justin: "Hi guys it's Justin, hope everything's cool. Look, you know Cody and Kyle's brothers and sisters are in town on a visit. Couldn't even believe they got to see Aaron Cutler and the Olson Triplets the same night. Look, we're having a barbecue at the house about seven. Come if you can. Please!"

"Got to go, we didn't see them at all last night," Daniel said and I nodded as the second message started.

This was from my sister: "Big brother, aren't you ever home? You keep telling me the Jorgenson's are great people but if they have you working on Sunday they are working you way to hard. Outside of wanting to talk to you here's why I called. You haven't been out here since you moved there, nor have we met that young man you're so in love with. Plus next weekend's your nephew's fourteenth birthday and he wants you here. And so do I. Call and let me know your plane reservations, we've got the spare room for the two of you. Bye."

The machine fell silent and we looked at each other. "I need a beer, you want one?" I said.

"Before or after we make the reservations?"

"Before, I need to think before I call Josie. I've never told her how old you are."

Daniel turned from the fridge with the two cans in his hands. His eyes were those of an angry lion, a very angry lion.

"If you don't want me to go that's fine, no, it's not fine but I'll try and understand. But I am not going as your boss' son subbing for your boyfriend at the last minute. If you want to try claiming celibacy till I'm sixteen fine but I am going as your lover."

"Now before you start sinking your fangs into me hold on. Yes, you are coming. Yes you are coming as my lover, and my sister will never believe we're celibate. But I have to tell her first and not spring it on her when she picks us up at the plane. Now bring those cold beers and your hot lips over here love of my life."

He came, we kissed, we drank, and we kissed. We did some other stuff and I finally got around to calling my sister back.

Her first comment was to remind me that she read TIME and People every week, and articles about her big brother's hometown sort of stuck out. Nor did it particularly surprise her about Daniel. Then she talked with my lover for a half-hour and I feared what they were telling each other.

***

The party at Cody and Justin's was nice. The food was good, the soda flowing and the usual suspects were there for the Erickson family reunion. While Cody and Kyle had visited their aunt and uncle's farm a couple of times since their siblings moved there this was the first time they had come to see Justin and Cody's new home.

The six Erickson kids were pretty much over their parents' abuse, at least the physical if not emotional. That would take a long time. Most importantly they seemed to enjoy being together, though none of the others would be staying on. Which was fine with Cody and Kyle.

Thursday night Daniel and I headed out to Little Rock. The flight was eight o'clock Friday morning with a change in Dallas. Which was a lot better than some of the other combos the airlines were offering. What was fascinating was how many different airlines had packages from one of the nation's poorest states to Lost Wages.

At dinner a little old lady who reminded me of our neighbor Mrs. Maple Thorpe blessed me for rescuing "this fine looking boy from the sins that had befallen the state."

We thanked her, went upstairs and fucked and sucked to last us till we got home on Monday.

The flights were good. Now a good flight is one I live through without either heaving my guts up and/or needing to be sedated in some way. My lover on the other hand had his nose glued to the window except for when all there was below was clouds. Then he slept on my shoulder. I imagined a trip for next spring or summer, the two of us slowly driving to Vegas via the Grand Canyon and back by St. Louis, trying to time it so we could catch a Cardinals' game. They were Daniel's favorite team and they had a Class A team not far from where I'd lived in New Jersey so I'd begun following them too.

We walked down the concourse to the central concourse where Josie was meeting us. Daniel's jaw dropped at all the slot machines and lights and noise and people coming and going. When the elderly couple that'd been sitting across from us rushed by like teens and started shoveling money in he just shook his head.

"There you are," Josie ran up and through her arms around me and I returned the hug.

"Plane just got in sis, and Daniel here was going into culture shock."

"This is Daniel Jorgenson? If you hadn't told me I might never have guessed." She freed me and hugged Daniel. "Well, welcome to the family Danny, I mean Daniel."

He smiled, the smile I fell in love with our first day together. "Ma'am, if you'd rather Danny I can live with it," he said in his deepest southern accent.

"Funny, you didn't sound like that last night. Now let's get your luggage before it disappears. "And it's Josie, I don't think you call my big brother sir so you shouldn't be calling me ma'am."

"How much did you tell Sam and Orin?" I said as we rode the moving sidewalk.

"Everything, and they both took it well, after all they'd both read the articles too. Orin seemed really excited about meeting his Uncle Danny."

"I'm nobodies uncle yet, I'm what, fifteen months older than him?"

"That's what I told him, he hasn't called Marc uncle in years so I don't know why he'd want to call you that."

Their house was fifteen minutes from the airport but light years from the strip. One of the great things about Vegas is that if you go a few blocks off the strip it begins looking like a regular growing town. My sister's development was right out of southwestern suburbia, not glitter gulch.

We'd just finished unpacking when our bedroom was invaded by a whirlwind that almost knocked Daniel over and tackled me onto the bed.

"I take it this is Orin?" Daniel said once he was steady.

"I think so, but the little boy I remember wasn't this rambunctious."

"Hi Marc, I'm so glad you could make it."

"I'm sorry it's been so long, I've missed you. Now get off of me and say hello to Daniel."

I looked Orin over as he rose. He was dressed for Vegas in the middle of August. A Running Rebels tank top, which revealed large expanses of beautiful tanned skin, despite being too large. Well-muscled limbs and a developing six pack I glimpsed from the side. I also noticed there was nothing on under the shirt, a fact I mouthed to Daniel.

Sun bleached hair cut short for the hundred-degree-days [38°C] that ruled in the high desert. A nice firm ass I remembered from the hug and it'd been a decent sized penis pressing into me.

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. Couldn't start thinking about my nephew like I did the whores and potential employees back in Peckertown.

"So you're Orin, Marc's told me a lot about you," Daniel said.

"Yeah, and I wished he'd told me about you before. Are you really lovers?"

"Yes."

"I mean really lovers."

"You mean more than just sex?"

Orin nodded vigorously.

"Yes, we are in love with each other, have been for fifteen months now. Couldn't imagine not having Marc in my life," Daniel said.

"Cool. You want to see my room Danny?"

"Sure, it'll give Marc some time with your Mom."

"Where the boys?" Josie said as she handed me a beer in the kitchen.

"Upstairs, Orin wanted to show Daniel his room. Uh, does he always dress like that?"

"What do you mean? Oh shit, no, not at all. He just got back from a friend's pool and he dropped his suit and towels in the laundry room on his way in. He'd started for the steps when I told him you were here."

I smiled, nodded, "That's ok, no big deal either way."

"Can I ask you a question?" Josie said several minutes later.

"Been waiting."

"When did you know you were gay?"

"Thirteen, and Daniel would give you about the same answer. Next question."

"No, that's."

"Sis, talk to me."

"When, why did you become a boy lover? Is it something I, we did?"

"Started my senior year at college. I'd walk over to Georgetown or the Lincoln Memorial and there were always young teen boys around and they were always hot. Didn't do anything then, or for several years. And no, I've never had any desire to do anything with my nephew."

"I knew, I know that, especially after talking with your young man last night. But you didn't answer the rest of the question."

"Why?"

Josie nodded.

I shrugged. "It's nothing that you, Mom or Dad did, certainly not any one thing.

All I know is I thank God every night for the chain of events that brought me more personal and professional satisfaction than I ever expected. Those are good boys back home; most of who got shafted at some point in their lives and traveled dangerous roads for a chance at a new life."

"You don't have to justify anything to me bro."

"Good, so how's everything out here?"

Meanwhile up the stairs…

"All this space for yourself? I shared a room with my younger brother till I moved in with Marc," Daniel said.

"Yeah, some advantages to being an only child. How do you like the way I've decorated it?"

Daniel slowly turned, looked up and saw the posters on the ceiling. "Interesting, Aaron and Harley." When his eyes caught up with Orin the younger boy was naked.

"I was at a friend's house swimming. Dropped the suit in the laundry room on the way up."

"Yeah, I can tell that by the tan lines."

"OK, so we skinny dip. Well what do you think?"

"Room's nice."

"That's not what I meant?" Orin said.

"You're a good looking young man. Now get dressed," Daniel said.

"I've got a better idea." Orin stepped closer

Daniel shook his head and put his arm out. "It's not going to happen. Different time and place might have been different. But you're Marc's nephew, my lover's nephew so it's not going to happen."

"Then how will I ever find out?"

"That you're gay?"

Orin nodded.

"You know the answer. Don't you?"

Another nod.

"Would I even be the first?"

Orin turned and sat on his bed, wrapping the covers around him. Daniel sat and took his hands in his. "Talk to me Orin."

"Bruce and I fool around a little bit, you know jerking each other off, I even sucked him a little bit once, but it's just been two friends, you know."

"Yeah I know, but neither one of you has ever said I'm gay and this is what I like."

"Yes, but this isn't Peckertown."

"Peckertown wasn't always this way. In fact I lost my best friend for a long time because I accidentally kissed him on the cheek celebrating our high school winning a soccer championship. Cody was the star but his father was a preacher who believed gays were the devil's spawn and anybody associated with one of us would go to hell too."

"What happened to him?"

Daniel laughed, "He and his lover run a restaurant in one of our hotels. His youngest brother helps out. The Reverend and his wife are in jail on child abuse charges. Marc and I live in their old house. But a lot of people left town when the laws changed and boys started coming. And yes, even if the laws hadn't changed I would have had it easier since my family's rich but I was really closeted for a while too. Do your parents know?"

"No, I've been to scared to tell them."

"That must seem foolish now."

"A little, but it's one of the reasons I wanted Marc to come out for my birthday. I figured on having this conversation with him. I'm glad it's with you."

"Me too, I think he'd have been upset if you'd come on to him."

The two teens started laughing. Orin leaned up and kissed Daniel's cheek.

"Thanks uncle."

"Dear, I'm only fifteen months older than you, I'm not ready to be your uncle."

"Do you really know Aaron and Harley? Are they really lovers?"

"Yes we do, yes they are and they've even bought a house on the outskirts of town. Aaron was actually down last weekend during a concert break."

"And he's got a show at the convention center tomorrow that we're all going to. Plus Harley's in town doing some work on his new movie. I even know where he's staying but security is so tight."

Daniel dug out his wallet, pulled a piece of paper out, dragged Orin's phone over and dialed a number. And waited through a serious of rings and clicks punctuated with an occasional job at the number pad.

"Who's this?"

"Good afternoon to you Shiro Hirada Logan. It's Daniel Jorgenson."

"Shit man, didn't recognize the phone number and since it's local I was nervous. I'd rather this shoot was back in Peckertown."

"Thanks, actually Marc and I are in town for his nephew's birthday. He's a big fan of Aaron and Harley. We're even going to the show tomorrow."

"You showing off to get backstage passes so you can introduce him?"

"Hey, what are friends for?"

Shiro laughed. "OK, give me the names. Just tell everybody this'll be a straight acting party."

It was Daniel's turn to laugh, and then gave Shiro the list. "Oh, and while I have you on the line Kenny, Serge and company did a good job last weekend with Aaron. You should keep them in mind for backup."

"Thanks, I thought they were good. Aaron bitched about the tight collar. Gotta go."

"See you tomorrow night."

Daniel hung up the phone and looked into an open jawed Orin. He reached out his hand and gently closed it. "Happy birthday Orin."

"I'm going to go backstage after the concert and meet them?"

"Yes, but you have to keep your hands to yourself. This is a straight acting party. Understand?"

Orin jumped on top of Daniel and kissed him. "I love you. Thanks, this means so much to me that you would do this for me."

"Hey, what's family for? Now get off me and get some clothes on. It's got to be close to suppertime."

"Do you think I should tell Mom and Dad tonight?"

"Are you ready to?"

"It'll be easier now, especially with you here."

"Cool."

***

Halfway through supper Daniel turned to Marc. "Is this how we treated you that first supper?"

I laughed, "The third degree? Yes, but then I was asking a lot of your parents. Trusting their son with a virtual stranger. Bringing that stranger into the family business in a key position. Didn't blame them. Of course, a little notice would have been nice."

"Oh honey, I didn't mean to make you feel that way. Just wanted to know more about my brother-in-law."

"We haven't gotten married yet. We're waiting for some other couples to go first considering everything. But one day it will be legal," Daniel said.

"I don't understand? Why do you feel you have to wait?" Sam, my brother-in-law said.

"The Jorgenson families basically own and control most of Peckertown. If we go first it may seem like we're sending a message rather than sanctifying our love. I know it sounds crazy but the first boy marriage in town had the state on its ear. We don't want that," I said.

"I'd love to visit Peckertown, experience it," Orin said.

"You want to run that past me son," Sam said.

Orin looked at Daniel who nodded.

"Mom, Dad, Uncle Marc. I'm gay."

"Son."

"Yes Dad?" Orin's voice shook with fear.

"It's about time you told us. We've been waiting, but knew you'd tell us in your own time."

Orin flew off his chair, around the table into his parent's arms. I moved next to Daniel.

"So this is what you were talking about all that time?"

"When I wasn't setting up tomorrow night. Hope you don't mind. He was planning to have that conversation with you but figured I'd be better."

"I agree with his judgment."

We kissed.

Which drew a wow from Orin and chuckles from his parents.

***

The party the next day was great. Daniel fit right in with the other boys, a fifteen-year-old hanging with a bunch of thirteen and fourteen-year-old boys. Josie pointed Bruce out to me and I knew Orin wouldn't have any trouble when he told him. When they disappeared for a half hour and returned holding hands I smiled and nudged my sister.

Orin and Bruce kept holding hands as they reached the food table.

"Everybody, can I have your attention please," Orin shouted.

The dozen or so other boys fell silent as they turned. As one they saw their friends and classmates holding hands.

"You didn't?" one boy said.

Orin blushed, nodded, "Yes I did and I want to thank my Uncle Marc and his partner Daniel for giving me the guts to do it. And get the two of us backstage passes for the concert tonight."

"What?" Bruce said.

"You're his uncle's lover?" one of the boys asked turning to Daniel. I nodded.

"Yes I am, we've been together about fifteen months now."

"That's got to be like fucking your father," another boy said.

I rolled off the lounge chair in hysterics, and Sam fell on top of me.

"Ugh, that's so gross it's beyond being sick," Daniel said and stuck a finger down his throat. "I think I'm going to heave."

"Hold it, I remember the stories about the movie Aaron and Harley were making when they fell in love. The shoot was in Peckertown, Arkansas and the Jorgenson family provided partial financing. Like in Daniel Jorgenson?" a sexy redhead said.

"Well, actually my Dad handled that. Marc's the general manager for the entire operation and I'm his assistant. And trust me I do work. It's not an easy life down there for anybody. Especially the working boys."

"Come on, it must be a blast having sex all-day and getting paid for it," another boy said.

"It's work, it's how they stay alive. Pays for their housing and food, if they're lucky they put some money aside for a slow time. And most opt out for the first regular job they can get even if it's for less money. But hey, it's Orin's birthday party, fourteen I believe and I think something needs to get red hot before he blows out the candles," Daniel said, then blew on his palm.

"Oh no, no you don't," Orin said and turned but Bruce held on.

"And don't forget one for good luck," I said.

"I don't know, I think he's got all the good luck he needs," his father said.

My cell phone rang and I answered, smiled at the voice and motioned Sam inside.

***

The concert was called for eight. At seven-thirty the front bell rang.

"Orin, get that please," his father said.

"Sure Dad," and he got up from where he and his boyfriend were watching TV. It's so cool to write that.

"Who are you?"

"Mr. Orin I presume," came a deep formal voice.

"Yeah."

"You're limo is here for whenever you and your guests are ready. I'll be waiting in the car."

"But, but, I know my folks didn't order one. It's got to be a mistake."

"No, the car was ordered by Mr. Cutler's people. It's no mistake."

"Uncle Marc!"

"They called, offered. I just accepted. Oh, the driver didn't mention one thing."

"What?"

"Well you, Bruce and Daniel won't be sitting with the three of us."

"Where will you be?"

"The Cutler's skybox."

"Lucky, those got to be better seats than we ended up with."

"Somehow I doubt that," Bruce said.

"On the floor, second row, center stage, on the aisle," I said and got crushed by Orin instantly.

"I give, I give. Now one last trip and let's get going."

***

When we got to the convention center the driver handed me an envelope with the tickets and backstage passes for after the show. Then he pointed out where he'd be waiting for us and said not to worry about how long we took.

I escorted the boys to their seats, gave Daniel the passes and signaled one of the security guards over.

"These three boys have backstage passes for Aaron Cutler's party after the show. Can you make sure they get there safely?" I said as I slipped him a twenty.

He glanced at the bill. "Certainly sir, and where will you be sitting if any of them needs you?"

"Skybox C, the Cutler family's box."

He almost came to attention. "Yes Sir, let me point you to an easy way to get there from here. On second thought, wait a second."

"Conan, I'm sending a gentleman over to go up to Box C, let him through and point him in the right direction. Now wave for the man."

"Yes Benjy."

I caught the man's hand, and slipped Benjy another bill, then ten to Conan. It always pays to keep security on your side, even if you have to pay. And with all those screaming fans I wanted somebody keeping an eye on the three of them.

The opening act came on just as I entered the box, some Britney want to be. The adults in the box ignored her and chatted. It was the first time I'd met Aaron's parents so they wanted to know my view of Peckertown and if it really was a safe place for him to visit. What did I think of Harley; oh you know all the usual concerned parents' stuff. But it was really cool and the box was something else.

During the break between the first and second warm-ups, a ten-year-old rapper, I spotted the boys talking excitedly.

Finally it was time for Aaron. The lights dimmed, place fell quiet except for an expectant hum.

"I'm going to introduce him," a boy's voice said.

"No, I'm going to," said an older boy.

"Please, I want to," said the first boy, a voice I was beginning to recognize.

"Why don't we do it together?"

"Cool, let's go."

The place went black; two spotlights came on illuminating center stage. When the two figures entered the lights from either side the place went beyond crazy.

"Hi, I'm Nick Cutler."

"Hi, I'm Harley Joel Oswald."

"We're here to introduce a young man who is very dear to both of us," they both paused. "The Little Prince of Pop, Aaron Cutler."

They ran off the stage as the curtain opened with Aaron there with his backup singers and band. The drummer hit his cymbals and Aaron was off. Time flew as he charged through song after song. He was onstage the whole time except for costume changes. Even did a good job on a couple of ballads.

"Watch this one," Mr. Cutler said as Aaron came out for his encore. He was dressed in a yellow vest, loose navy shorts and sneakers. And I did not leave anything out.

"Hi everyone, I hope you enjoyed the show." The crowd roared. "Cool, it makes all the work worth it. Now, I've got one last song in me and it'll probably be the first single from the new album. It's called 'I Want Candy.'"

A phone rings and he starts talking to a friend about this girl he's going to see and then blasts into the song. At the end he collapses on the floor, the stage goes black and we hear the phone ringing again. Finally a machine picks up and Aaron's voice says leave a message.

A spotlight jumps on the extreme left of the stage and Nick Cutler walks out. I think he's saying something about Aaron never calling his big brother back but the screaming was too much, even in our protected area.

Aaron jumped on top of Nick, "I'll call bro, I promise."

"And what about me? You take a weekend off and you don't even tell me?"

Harley said from the other side.

"I couldn't get through baby, and your people said you were too busy anyway."

The two young lovers walked closer, mikes in hand till they were on top of each other.

They dropped the mikes.

They hugged.

The lights fell for the last time and the crowd went ballistic.

***

When the lights came back on full the stage was empty, except for a security guard and three teen boys being led to the rear. And even with Daniel's mane in a ponytail I can recognize him anywhere.

By the time everybody got everything together a pair of security guards were waiting outside the door to escort us. One was Conan who whispered that Benjy had called and the boys were safely at the party.

Now you've all heard about rock and roll backstage parties. Rooms full of loose women and fawning fans struggling with mindless sycophants and media types amidst overflowing tables of food, alcohol and drugs. It was all there but the drugs, and included a bartender making sure no minor got a taste of booze. Daniel rolled his eyes at that. He's gotten so used to everything being legal back home the fact he couldn't drink in Las Vegas for another five and a half years was somewhere between funny and frustrating.

Shiro and Sammo from Samurai Inc. were keeping an eye on their client while arena security did most of the work. We caught up with events since the end of the movie shoot.

Six greater Las Vegas radio stations had run free ticket contests, with their grand prizewinners getting to meet Aaron. They were all there with a parent, all shaking in their shoes as they waited for Aaron to finish with a TV crew. Five girls and a boy waiting for a fleeting touch of celebrity. I looked over at my nephew and his boyfriend and saw the same look in their eyes.

The boy and his father were at the end of the line. Waiting patiently as Aaron greeted each winning fan, a photographed hug to be signed and mailed before giving each one a couple minutes of one-to-one chat. Then he passed them off to the bonus star, Harley, so he could go to the next one.

The boy winner was visibly shaking when it was his turn and his father had to urge him forward. I stepped closer in case something happened.

"What's wrong Davey?" Aaron asked.

"You know my name. Aaron, you don't know what you, what you and Harley mean to me. The difference you made." He stopped talking and started crying. When Aaron opened his arms he fell into the embrace. Shiro and I moved between them and the cameramen and I saw Daniel and Sammo move toward Harley.

The press, to their credit, did not intrude. Mr. Cutler approached Davey's father."I take it your son's gay too," Mr. Cutler said as he put his arm around the father's shoulders.

"Yes, we live out near the dam and it's not like the big city here. Davey was really sad and depressed and all. His Mom and I couldn't figure out why and couldn't get anything out of him. His grades were near failing. Then a day or so after that Powersound concert, you know which one I mean."

Aaron's father chuckled, "Yeah, I know which one you mean."

"Well, my wife and I came down to breakfast and the newspaper is open to the story about the concert and the sidebar of your son Nick saying the family was fully behind Aaron and loved him no matter what his sexual orientation or singing talents were. It all came together for the two of us. We went into his room and he was cowering under his blanket. To win this contest you had to send in an essay as to why meeting Aaron would be special to you. I entered it under my name. The station's general manager called and told us that once they'd seen the entry the contest was over."

"I'm glad you did, stay as long as you want. You don't have to clear out with the others."

The two men hugged and walked over to their sons. The girls and their parents had left the party.

Aaron, Harley and Davey were talking quietly and I guessed Davey had told them the story.

Daniel came around and gave me a hug; I wiped his wet cheeks. "Just think, without Aaron he could have been with us or dead," Daniel said and I kissed him.

"Aaron, can I ask a question? If you want me to take a hike I'll understand," a short, slender, redheaded man with a tape recorder asked.

"You're the music critic for the local paper? We talked before?"

"Yes, as I said tell me to go at any point and I'll understand. It seems to me though that this young man is a great fan of yours as much for you and Harley coming out as gay and lovers as for your music."

"I loved his music even before," Davey said and drew a laugh.

"I'm sure and I don't blame you. But Aaron is this why the two of you came out? To help boys like this?"

"I sure hope you get this on the wire services," Aaron said. "To be honest the main reason we came out was so that we didn't have to pretend that it was just a great friendship formed while making a great movie. We knew our families were cool with the fact that it might have ended our careers. But I have to say the press and especially our fans have been great about it.

"But let's face it, Harley and I are kids and we didn't really think about making a statement for all the other gay boys our ages in the worlds. But in the weeks since we've each gotten thousands of letters from gay, lesbian and bi kids telling us how that act has changed, even saved their lives. They know their not Harley and me, it's the fact that, that we're happy being gay and happy with each other and that if we can be accepted by the world then maybe gradually they can be by their family and friends.

"Davey is their symbol. Our declaration of love stopped his plan of jumping off of Hoover Dam in the middle of the night. Can you imagine a worse death?" Aaron paused to compose himself.

"So parents wake the hell up and open your arms to your kids. Kids, this is Aaron Cutler and Harley Joel Oswald telling you that there are thousands, no millions of kids out there just like you and me. So pick your heads up and feel good about yourselves."

"I just want to add there are tons of good people out there to help you. Seek them out," Harley said.

The applause was as deafening as anything during the concert.

"Now sir, you have stories to write so please get to it. Besides, it's Aaron's party. Isn't it?"

From somewhere the CD started playing as Daniel walked Orin and Bruce up to the two teen stars.

It was a glorious night, and a fitting place to end this chapter. See you back home.

As I said before this is complete fiction. To the best of my knowledge neither Aaron Carter nor Haley Joel Osment (who, as you probably figured out, were the examples for my characters Aaron Cutler and Harley Joel Oswald) is gay. I don't know if Aaron Carter has ever played Las Vegas. I just like to think, hope that they would agree with the sentiments I attribute to them.

I hope you do to and don't do anything to a boy that makes him want to find a place like Peckertown, Arkansas. because it does not exist, anywhere.

The events in this chapter take place in November 2000 but I wrote it September 2001 starting before and ending after the tragic events of September 11, 2001. It is a story that links story-past to story-present and ends in hope for one of the boys of Peckertown. It is in that spirit of hope that I dedicate this story to the boys and girls of America who lost a parent, relative or have a friend who lost somebody in the tragic, senseless acts. Also to the boys and girls feeling another sense of loss… that of the innocence and security that childhood is supposed to hold.
Love, Sid G.

And while this is chapter 13 it is really the 28th episode in the Peckertown Adventures. There are more to come. Or is that more to cum?

I hung up the phone and walked into our bedroom. Lion was stretched out face down naked on the bed. I admired his still tight ass and my cock sprung to attention so fast I almost forgot what I wanted to tell my young lover.

"Just got off the phone with Big Sol sexy," I said.

"What did Peckertown's ice cream king have to say Marc?" Lion said.

"He's hired Samurai Inc. to find John and Carlos and bring them here." [N.B. see chapter 10 of Samurai, Inc.]

"The Usenet boy kings? That'll be great for business. Get the publicity out and they could make a fortune sitting fully clothed just signing autographs for their fans."

"We'll see, Shiro's casting his net out looking for leads," I dropped my shorts and lay down naked next to Lion and began stroking his back. Getting closer and closer to his ass each time.

"Before you get too hot and bothered I want to show you this mpeg file Sindra just sent over on icq," Lion said.

"Cool, how is that sweet piece of Norwegian boy ass?"

"Fine, says he and Ash can't wait to get over here and meet us. Now this film isn't long but it's old. I'm glad somebody saved these old 8mm films and is taking the time to convert them to digital files."

"Wish we knew who, invite him down and throw him a party."

"He's probably living in the state by now. Where else would he be safe?"

"True," I said as my hand reached the center of his crack.

"Horny old man, let me start the movie."

He clicked the arrow and the old grainy image appeared on the screen. Lover Boy 12 was the title followed by two young boys with long messy black hairs tied by headbands began stripping. The younger one was a lot faster but both of their smooth hairless chests were enticing. Then the second title came on: Ray and Gerry which was quickly replaced by a shot of the two boys frenching.

The camera stayed in close to their faces and I felt a tickle in the back of my mind that I couldn't ignore. Nor could I place it. Then I noticed a beauty mark just over the younger one's left lip. They separated and the older began to suck the younger one's prepubescent cock. I got a good look at the suckee's face and pieces started to fall into place fast.

"Holy shit, I don't believe it," I said.

"They're good and sexy but nothing unusual," Lion said.

The older boy got on top of the younger and pulled his legs up and when I spotted the ring on his left hand I knew for sure.

"I know these kids, grew up with them."

Daniel stopped the video just as a finger disappeared into the younger boy's hole.

"You're kidding me? Prove it."

"The older one is Ray Perry and the other is his younger brother Gerry. They lived two houses down the block and across the street. They were wild kids and their parents went along with just about everything. Ray told me he was screwing his brother but I didn't believe him till he showed me. That was the first time I smoked pot too."

"You did drugs?"

"Hey, this was the 60s man. I was sixteen, Ray was still fifteen and Gerry eleven but we were hippies. My hair was even longer than theirs but a lot straighter. This must have been done the summer of 1967 when they hitched out to San Francisco for the summer of love."

"At eleven and fifteen their parents let them hitchhike on their own from New Jersey to San Francisco? I thought my parents cut us a lot of slack but never that."

"It was a different time and country then. You didn't worry that the guy behind the wheel was going to rape and kill you. You stuck your thumb out and sooner or later somebody would pick you up and take you closer to your goal. And two little kids, I think it took them three truckers to get cross country."

"And had to spread their cheeks for all of them," Lion said.

I shrugged, "never asked. Besides I don't think it would have bothered them anyway. Now hit the play button."

He did and we spent the next five minutes watching them suck and fuck. When it was over my love turned off the laptop and I turned onto my back and stared at the ceiling.

Lion shut the laptop off and put it on the floor, or at least I guessed he did, before snuggling up next to me. His hand draped over my chest.

"Remembering your friends?"

"Yeah, they had such wonderful stories when they got home right before school started. Also needed treatment for syphilis and gonorrhea and were the first two I knew who had to go to rehab."

"Not surprising now, but back then?"

"Turned out they're parents were pushing drugs and using them as dealers in the school. Boys to rehab instead of jail like their parents."

"What happened after they got out?"

"Went to live with an Aunt and Uncle the other side of town. Didn't see them much though."

"What kind of stories?" Lion asked after a while.

"They told me about a movie shoot but I doubt it's this one, definitely not this episode. Ray said he and Gerry were making out on the living room rug, one of these thick shag rugs with lava lamps and black light pictures along the wall."

"Groovy man, right on."

"Total trip dude. Suddenly nine more naked boys came in all bigger than both of them and start shoving cocks in mouths and asses. For the next ninety minutes it was non-stop sucking and fucking with the brothers both usually getting it at both ends. I remember stroking and shuddering at the same time. Sounded so hot and so awful at the same time. Finally at the end of the movie Ray and Gerry were tied into a 69 and go at it until cum poured out of each other's mouth. Then the nine boys shot one last load over their bound bodies and walked out leaving them tied up as the movie ended."

"Holy shit, they get paid for that?"

"After the entire crew finished fucking them while they were still tied together. Think they split about $200, which was a lot of money then and there."

"Anything else?"

I thought for a second, "Yeah, but this feels almost like exploiting them again."

"We pay the rent by doing that if you want to look at it that way."

"I don't want to. Besides you kids are so much different, more mature in so many ways than we were. Boys coming here know what they're getting into I don't think Ray and especially Gerry ever did. For them it was fun and games."

"Sex, drugs and rock and roll," Lion said.

I fell silent, wondering, remembering all those friends who've gone out of my life. But then my best friend brought me back to the present when his lips encircled my cock.

"Oh yes, that's better lover. Be my Lion tonight."

A roar that sounded more like a whimper came from deep in his throat, around my cock and into my pubic hair. Slowly he moved up and down on my hardening cock. Each motion drained negative vibes out of me.

But not the positive memories of the times I spent with my first two sex partners. Yes, Ray and Gerry were the first ones I had gay sex with. It was raw, passionate and a hell of a lot of fun. Even after the San Francisco trip and time in rehab Gerry had a tight ass that was great to fuck. The three ways were dynamite.

A nip on my cockhead brought me back to the present. I gently stroked my lover's hair as I pushed his mouth back down and gave myself into the sensations. He might be rapidly approaching his sixteenth birthday but he gives better head than some guys I've known who were doing it before he was born. Almost all.

He kept his mouth still and worked his tongue all over my cock. Even licked my slit and cleaned off the precum, for a second at least. Nose embedded in my pubes his tongue reached out and licked my balls and started them churning.

I was out of my mind with lust, on the verge of shooting my load…and he pulled off.

"Lion!"

He shut me up with his mouth on mine for a good long hot kiss that kept me close but slowly eased me from the brink. Finally he broke the kiss and swallowed my hard prick again. He slowly moved up and down and the precum start flowing again, the balls started throbbing again. I grabbed for his head, held it in place and filled his throat with my love seed.

Five large shots followed by several smaller ones and he didn't lose a drop, never does. Spent I pulled him up and nestled his head on my chest. For the next few minutes we rested quietly while we caught our breaths.

"I want my Lion in me, I want my love inside of me," I whispered into his mane.

"Say it again."

"I want my Lion in me, I want my love inside of me," I said and pulled his mouth to me. Our tongues danced and I could taste my cum still inside his mouth and gathered it up with my tongue. I pushed down and ran the tip of my tongue down his hairless torso and swallowed his rising rod and coated it with the cum.

"Oh shit Marc, its time, roll over onto your back so I can look into your face as I fuck you," Lion said.

When his voice is like that I don't argue. Took me seconds to pull off, roll over on my back and pull my legs over my head. As he knelt between my legs Lion shoved his long black hair behind his head and shook it loose. "Every time is so special my love."

"More special than the time before, though that's barely possible any more. Now fill me with your love."

And he did, slowly and smoothly. With lust and love his manhood filled my insides. All too soon his groin met my butt.

"Oh yes, oh fuck," was all I could say.

And that's what he started to do with slow easy strokes that relaxed my insides and got them nice and moist as I worked my rectal muscles around his growing, hardening cock.

Slowly, oh so maddingly slowly he picked up the pace, thrusting deeper and harder into my soul. Rubbing my prostate so my cock rose to attention though left unattended.

Using flexibility I lost long ago my fifteen-year-old lover bent down and took my cockhead in his mouth as he continued fucking me. The sensations drove me wild as I tried to thrust my cock further into his mouth at the same time I was pushing it back to meet his thrusts.

My leg muscles tightened up and ached and I didn't care and he didn't stop.

My arms strained to hold my legs up and the reactions were the same.

Finally he rose to his full height, threw his head back and roared as he filled my ass with so much cum that it sent me into my second orgasm of the evening. Pulse after pulse of his seed swept into me as he continued pounding and roaring.

Finished he collapsed on top of me and forced my stiff limbs to the bed as his limp cock popped out followed by his cum. We ignored the mess and rolled over onto our pillows and fell asleep.

Sun was streaming in through the window when a monster jumping onto my bed woke me.

"What the fuck?"

"Get up sleepy head, you're not going to believe this."

"That you're still alive?" I said as I flung a pillow in his general direction.

"Look who has reservations for the weekend starting tomorrow," Daniel said. He's always more Daniel than Lion in the morning.

"Aaron and/or Harley paying a visit?" I said as I pushed myself up and blinked my eyes.

"Look," he threw the paper on my lap. I picked it up out of the dried cum.

I pushed myself up and looked at a copy of an In-Boy-Inn reservation form. It was for adjoining rooms for, it couldn't be. I blinked and looked up.

"This isn't funny if it's a joke."

"No joke, Ray and Gerry Perry from Longston, NJ will be arriving here approximately six o'clock tomorrow afternoon for what I presume is a weekend of boy sex. To top it off they've stayed with us four other times over the last year and a half."

"I guess you've figured they were my first boyfriends, sex partners."

"Duh."

I held my hand out and he took it and sat next to me.

"You want to see them," Daniel said a few minutes later.

"I've been thinking about that. Last time we were together wasn't too pleasant. Fought actually."

"About what?"

"Rehab worked just enough to get them free and learn how to control how much and when they used. They didn't sell again but every time I went over to their place they were stoned to one degree or another and they only hung out with other druggies."

"Except for you?"

"I'd share a joint there if it was being passed around but I really wasn't a user. By this time it was June 1969 and the two of us were getting ready to graduate high school. Just weeks before the Stonewall riots but I'd read stories of raids in the New York papers. I started talking about wondering what it was like going to be gay in college. Ray goes, 'hell we ain't faggots, just boys having fun together.' I lost it, crying I jumped on him arms swinging."

"It's ok, I understand," Daniel said and hugged me as tears flew after thirty-one years.

"Our last day in school I found a note on my locker from Ray apologizing and asking to see me again. I ripped it up and never called or took his calls."

Daniel reached over and picked up the cordless phone and hit the speed-dial and waited for a few seconds.

"Kevin its Daniel. You've got two repeat customers coming in tomorrow night, the Perry brothers," he paused as Kevin said something. "No, nothing wrong with the reservation. What I want you to do is make comp dinner reservations in the restaurant for eight tomorrow for the private booth in the corner. Marc and I will be joining them but they don't know it and I want to keep it that way." Another pause. "Tell them its because they're good repeat customers. Talk to you later."

"I didn't say," I started to say but Daniel's mouth interrupted me.

"You're going to be a wreck if you don't take the opportunity to see them and square things. Despite our love I know what my first boyfriend meant to me and the warm feeling when I see him at the club."

I lay back on the bed, closed my eyes and tried to clear my head.

"And what do you want to do for my sweet sixteen birthday?"

"Shit, is it that time of year already?" I said.

"Weekend party at the lake and we stay the rest of the time."

"Just family?" I said. A glance showed that he wasn't totally thrilled. "You have something else in mind or did I leave somebody out?"

"I was thinking we could invite Cody, Justin, Keith, the Trips, Zeus, Tad, Mike and Mark as well. All of us have become so close and everybody's been working so hard that a long weekend away would suit everybody. And after last year I can't imagine not having them there," Daniel said.

"Cool."

"Mean it?"

"It's your birthday so we invite who you want. Just don't want to know what the final sleeping arrangements end up being."

"Everybody in our bed?"

"Not a chance lover," I said and grabbed him. It was a while before we got out of bed.

Fortunately I had supervisory meetings the rest of that day so my old friends pending arrival didn't over occupy my mind. I've said it before and I'll repeat it here, one of the things Elijah and I find most amazing is how smoothly everything is running all over town when most of the employees should be in middle or high school worrying about the next test.

Cody and Justin for example. Their restaurant in the Jorgenson Inn is the biggest grosser in town even though it's a no sex zone and the help is fully dressed. Zeus and I keep on eye on things and we set them up with our cpa to keep the books in order but they supervise everything themselves.

If you haven't read the Pizza Boy chapter you should. But Wayne and Dan bought the owner of Marvin's Pizza out and Wayne at thirteen runs it and has improved the quality immensely. It's amazing what Dan's love and support did to his self-confidence. We had a Chamber of Commerce meeting last month and three-quarters of the new members were under sixteen. And they don't accept whores as members.

Speaking of which they learned from the problems earlier in the year and they've organized themselves so that if a boy hasn't checked in at least by phone every forty-eight hours an alert goes out. Saved two boys who were about to be shipped out to white slavers.

Benjy's twelve now and he and Roger have set up their own apartment over the garage behind the Jorgenson's house. Aaron and his girl are getting serious but haven't talked about marriage yet. All in all everybody's as fine as possible in this unusual town we call home.

Six, six-thirty, seven, seven-thirty the next night all found me showered and naked in my walk-in closet trying to decide what to wear to supper. I had one tie-dyed tee shirt but I didn't think it would work, besides my hair's a bit shorter than then. All there mind you, no balding in my family. Daniel walked in, slapped my cheeks and I could tell he was trying not to laugh. He handed me a pair of underpants, long sleeve shirt and slacks and told me I had two minutes to get them on or he was taking me naked.

We walked out of the room 110 seconds later and I let him drive to the Inn. When we got there I sent him in ahead to see if they were at the table. Ten minutes later he came back out shaking his head.

"No show?"

"No such luck. They just got seated and you'd recognize them right off the bat. Hair's still long and bushy, Ray still has that ring and Gerry the birthmarks over his lip. Come on."

I got out of the car and followed him in. Kevin was at the restaurant's door and whispered that the guests were surprised but pleased. They'd already ordered one of our best wines.

Daniel took my hand and we walked in. We waved to some other regular customers till we got to the corner. He was right, I recognized them instantly and figured I just never saw them their earlier trips.

"Hi Ray, Gerry," I said when they looked up.

"How do you… holy shit is that you Marc?" Ray said.

I nodded and he was in my arms. Gerry followed a second later.

"You set this up?" Gerry said a minute later.

"No, the credit goes to my partner here. Ray, Gerry, this is Daniel Jorgenson, my lover, partner, life."

We sat before we continued.

"How'd you know?" Ray asked Daniel.

Daniel looked at me, I nodded and he proceeded to tell about getting the film, us watching it together and me recognizing them. Then while checking the new reservation files finding their names and deciding that a reunion was in order.

"Ray, Gerry, I'm sorry. I should have accepted that apology back then. I was just," I shut up and waved my hands.

"We were kids," Ray shook his head, "I said something cruel while I was high and still denying that I was gay. That all the sex the three of us had, the movies Gerry and I made, the whoring were just boys being boys. Didn't mean anything, I could fuck girls whenever I wanted to. It took losing you to realize I didn't want that."

"There was a bright side to it though. Nothing we'd done or gone through before showed us what damage drugs were doing to us. One toke too many and we lost our best friend, probably our only real friend. That night we flushed every ounce of drugs down the toilet. After school was out we checked ourselves back into rehab for the summer. That time it worked," Gerry said.

"No drugs of any kind since then?" I asked.

"I didn't even want drugs when I had my knee surgery. We only have some wine on special occasions. And this sure has turned into a very special dinner," Ray said.

I leaned over and hugged Ray and felt Gerry's arm come over the top. I couldn't tell whose tears I was feeling but knew some of them were mine.

If we were any other party of four I'm sure the staff would have kicked us out. Instead Daniel had the staff leave a tub of ice filled with sodas and kicked them out. The half-full wine bottle had been taken away long ago.

The two druggies were now guidance counselors in the Longston schools along with running various drug awareness and gay education programs throughout the area. Both gay and living together, and well, still screwing the shit out of each other.

"Nobody else? Then why is this your fifth trip here?" Daniel asked.

"When we were kids we found plenty of men who got off on having sex with us. I guess somewhere along the line the tables turned. It took us a while to get the courage up to come down here. We don't get any hassle for being gay, but hell we are teachers," Gerry said.

"I guess you're comfortable now. What's your favorite part?"

"The openness, can you imagine us being this free at home back then?"

"Neither can most of these boys. That's why they're here. All to often these kids have been kicked out because they're gay, run before they were kicked and/or run from an abusive relationship," I said.

"There are some who want to be here though," Gerry said.

"Some came here freely, a hell of a lot more will tell you that and most have no desire to leave. This is their home and if they have to whore to make a living its better than the alternative for most."

"My favorite places here," Ray said, "the Tasty Buns and the Little Leather Club. Man that Benjy is hotter than hot. Say Daniel, with your connections do you think you could hook us up?"

"I could introduce you but the one thing neither one of us does is get into procuring. In fact the only family member who does anything like that is my younger brother," Daniel said.

I leaned back and laughed which got quizzical looks from my old friends.

"And I take it Benjy's that younger brother," Ray said finally.

"Yep, and if I even mentioned the idea I'd be on the receiving end of that whip and then his boyfriend would be on me," Daniel said.

"We'll still take that introduction," Gerry said shaking his head.

"No problem, meet you there tomorrow for the lunch show and we'll go from there," I said.

"There is one other reason this trip down besides sex and fun in the Arkansas sun. We're here looking for a boy."

"A lover to take home? I wouldn't recommend it," I said.

"No, we're looking for him for his father," Ray said.

"Tell us about it, but no promises we'll help you even if we can," I said.

"Understood, and we're here to find him, talk to him and if he's willing to his father will fly down to talk to him in front of us or whomever the boy wants. We may have only been here a total of two weeks or so but we know these are good kids. In this case the father doesn't even deny the boy's reasons for running were good. But I know the guy and he's changed, sobered up, and most importantly he kicked his wife out and really wants to put his life back together."

"If he wants his son to be a part of it why didn't he come?"

"Said it wouldn't be fair to Frank. No that's not quite the way he put it. You remember Ger?"

"He said, 'I drove him away once and I don't want to drive him away from his new home. All I want is a chance to talk, try and establish a link.'"

My lover and I leaned back in our seats and looked at each other. We knew what the other was thinking. Parents coming to look for their son, like Chris Scott's did, are extremely rare. The ones with happy results are rarer still. A couple parents joined Cody and Keith's in jail when they stepped over the line, again.

Thirty odd years ago the two men sitting across from us had been my best friends, lovers. Could I trust them in 2000?

"Do you want to talk about it now or after the show?"

Ray took two pictures out of his coat pocket and passed one to each of us. Recognition was instant but I hoped I kept my face as even as Daniel did. "Look familiar?"

"A bit dear, have to search the memory banks later," Daniel said.

"I have a feeling that it will be a very short search, but we won't press you on it."

"Thanks Ray, tell me what you can," I said.

"The boy's name is Francis Xavier Corrigan the third, his father is the second. Father and son lived with the boy's mother and younger brother in Rockaway, NJ. That's about fifteen miles [25 km] west of Longston where the three of us grew up Daniel."

"OK, we may have gone by it in our trip up there last May," Daniel said.

Gerry nodded and continued. "Mr. Corrigan owned a milling company there and was a workaholic and when things went bad he added alcoholic to that. Mrs. Corrigan had joined that club years earlier, and was a violent drunk. Frank stood between his mother and Sam, taking the brunt of the abuse while Sam hid in their room.

"As things got worse at home Trio, as they called him, was going through puberty, realizing he was gay, and less able to handle the tension at home. He was thirteen and Sam was nine. Sam's still nine, stepped in front of a car and was killed instantly.

"Jesus H Christ," I whispered.

"A week after the funeral Frank left home. It took his parents a week to notify the cops, and admitted that between their grief and drinking they hadn't noticed," Ray said.

I looked at Daniel who nodded.

"Anyway, business got worse and the cash flow became tenuous as Frank Jr. put it. Their biggest customers were several divisions of Sorrel Enterprises."

"Sorrel squeezed him out?" Daniel said.

"Just the opposite really, they were paying in seven days when they had thirty but it was just enough to keep the company going. Finally they bought the company. They told Mr. Corrigan that he could keep running the business if he went into rehab for at least six months and joined AA afterwards."

"Cool," Daniel said.

"Very, and AA is how we met him."

"What about the wife?" I said.

"Sorrel was willing to pay for her too, she refused. He went anyway and while there realized what happened to both his sons. When he came out he gave his wife an ultimatum. Rehab or the marriage is over. She threw five empty scotch bottles at him and when she went for a full one he walked out."

"Good for him. But what makes him think his son is here?"

"When we speak at AA meetings we're open about our homosexuality and our past. How it contributed to our drug use and how our drug use led us to dangerous activities, like those movies," Gerry said. "He'd seen the articles and sought us out, would we be willing to come down here and look for him. The rest you know."

"Ray, Gerry, do us a favor," Daniel said.

"What?" Ray said.

"Do nothing about this until we meet at the club tomorrow, and be prepared to wait even longer."

"We've got to be on a Sunday night plane and be back at school on Monday."

I glanced at my watch, "it's not quite Friday, we've got plenty of time, or you can forget about looking altogether."

"You mean we could look every second till we have to leave and we'd never see him or anybody who'd recognize him," Ray said.

"We've done it before if that's the way the boy wants it. Once they get here and settle in these young men's parents have no rights, no ownership. Got two boys on the town council, almost every new business in town is owned by a boy or a boy and his adult partner," Daniel said.

"Well, then I guess its time to call it a night. Ray and I'll take a walk down to the square and pick up a couple of nightcaps and see you at the club for the matinee.

Daniel and I got in our car and sat. Trying to put the night's events in perspective.

"I know where they are," Daniel said.

"Ok, but I was thinking of calling Mr. Scott first and checking Corrigan out first. Don't know if they're in the same chain of command but Scott's got to be higher up."

"You're right," Daniel fell silent, "You know what really amazes me after hearing this?"

"That Frank was able to put up with Scott's drinking problem and all. Amazing isn't it, but I think that helps explain why he went to the clinic with him and get the partner counseling and all. Where are they?"

"Going on a double date with Zeus and the twins to the Big Lick to catch the Trips show."

"Why don't we stop by, say hello and see if we can find what they're doing tomorrow. I know the twins were talking about shutting down for the winter but don't know if they did or not."

Daniel started the car as I tightened the seatbelt. He stuck his tongue out at me and I pointed out the front window.

***

The next morning I placed a call to the headquarters of Sorrel Enterprises and quickly had Chris and Dashby Scott's father on the line.

"I'm glad you could take my call this quickly," I said.

"No problem, I told you and Mr. Jorgenson if there was ever anything I or the company could do just call."

"Do you know a Francis Xavier Corrigan Jr.? Supposed to run a milling company somewhere up in Rockaway that's part of the conglomerate."

"Don't know him but it rings a bell, let me check the computer, ok. Ok, yeah you've got the right man. What do the Lords of Peckertown want with him?"

"Remember Scott Davis and his partner Frank?"

"How can I ever forget those two?"

"Frank is Francis Xavier Corrigan the third and Jr. hired two old school friends of mine to come down and look for him. Daniel and I had dinner with them and they told me about the job and when I saw the picture it took about a half-second to put them together."

"So what's the problem? From what I can see he's been a good boss."

I spent the next ten minutes filling him in on what we'd been told. When I was finished I was greeted by silence.

"I know his boss, his office is just down the hall. Let me get five minutes with him and check this out."

"Thanks a lot, and please make sure this doesn't get back to Mr. Corrigan. I haven't told Frank about this yet and I don't want father running down here yet, or son running."

"Just stay by the phone."

It was an hour before the phone rang back.

"Clean bill, what our Frank didn't tell your friends is his contract calls for periodic and random drug and alcohol screenings plus regular counseling. He's passed every test and requirement. From what I heard from his supervisor and the VP of Human Resources it sounds like you should give them a chance. But that's up to the boy."

"Thanks a lot, give our love to the boys."

"Will do, let me know if we can help some more."

I got my love from his office and drove down to Mark and Mike's Water Park. Some of it was closed but the regular pool was heated so it was still open. The boy at the gate waved us through and told us Scott and Frank were in the office.

"Oh shit, what's wrong now?" Scott said when we walked in.

"And hello to you too," I said.

"Isn't it possible we might have good news for you?" Daniel said.

"Try us," Frank said.

"Too make a long story short Daniel and I had supper with a couple of my school friends from Longston. They're openly gay teachers there now who also work with various counseling groups. At an AA meeting they met a guy who hired them to come down here and look for his son."

"It worked for Chris Scott, hopefully it'll work for this kid," Frank said.

"Glad to hear that Frank, its your father."

"No way, no fucking way am I going back with that bastard to that bitch of a mother of mine," Frank said.

"Easy love, I think there's more," Scott said and took Frank's hand.

"To begin with he walked out on her. Actually first he sold the business to Sorrel Enterprises, where Chris' father works. They made him go into rehab in order to keep his job and when he came finished he told your mother…"

"Not my mother."

"He told her your turn or good-bye. She heaved a bottle at him and he walked out. I talked to Mr. Scott today and he talked with people who work with your father and they all say he's sober, got his head together. Has you and your brother's pictures on his desk."

"Both?"

I nodded.

"Oh shit, oh fucking shit. I've tried to put them and Sam out of my mind, especially Sam. Oh hell…"

Frank wrapped his arms around Scott and bawled.

"Who the hell is Sam?" Scott said.

"Frank's younger brother. Walked into the street and a car killed him by accident. Frank came here a week after the funeral."

"It wasn't an accident," Frank said between sobs. "He left a note and begged me to destroy it and not tell anybody. He couldn't take it anymore, especially what they were doing to me when I tried to protect him. Sam knew exactly when that bus came down the street every day and ran in front at the last second. My baby brother killed himself because of me. Said he was setting me free to leave and come down here. I'd seen the early stories about Peckertown and told him about it. And he killed himself for me!"

Frank dissolved into tears again and Daniel and I just watched Scott comfort him as Frank had comforted him while Scott's uncle laid siege to our hometown. I felt a hand inserting itself into mine and held it tight.

I didn't regret this conversation. First Frank deserved to know his father was looking for him. But also it was clear how much he'd been holding in all these years. Feeling responsible for your brother's suicide. How does a boy cope with that?

Daniel moved and put his arm around Frank from the other side and I put mine around Scott and kissed his cheek.

"He's hidden all this from me. How did he put up with my alcoholism?"

"One word, four letters."

"Love," Scott whispered.

I nodded and Scott began to weep.

They cried in each other's arms as we held them tight. Tears running down both our cheeks as well.

"Is my father here?" Frank asked eventually.

"No, just my two friends he hired. They want to talk to you first, explore feelings, options. If you want Daniel and I will stay, or I can get Zeus here," I said.

"You two, and I tell you right now I'm not going back. My home and life is here," Frank said.

"I'd go back with you if that makes a difference," Scott said.

Frank kissed his lover's cheek then shook his head. "It's not like Chris or even Dashby. I've been here too long to move back. I love the life we can live here and we couldn't do that back in Jersey no matter how open it is. This is our home my love."

"When do you want to meet these guys?" Daniel said.

"We've got to do a walk-around and then we'll grab hot dogs and sodas for all of us. Can you have them here in an hour?" Scott said.

"Not giving me a chance to chicken are you?" Frank said and rubbed noses with Scott.

"No problem," I said and picked up my cell and pushed a couple of numbers. "Kenny, you have them…good, have them at the water park office in one hour, no sooner."

"You were having them held?" Franks said.

"No, just watched in case you were willing so I could get them here."

"And since you two aren't going anywhere keep two weekends from today clear for a road trip," Daniel said.

"Where too?" Scott said.

"The sexiest sweet sixteen party the world has ever seen. Up at the house in the mountains. Inviting everybody."

"Cool and cooler," Frank said.

"Do we need clothes?" Scott said.

"For the trip maybe, up there definitely. My family will be there too. But not for the after party party."

"Great, see you for lunch. If you need to use the phones go ahead, but just for local calls, bosses orders," Scott said and we all laughed.

Mark and Mike Snitz could have taken their millions, shoved it into a savings account and lived off the interest. Instead they'd taken a chunk of it and built the water park and were raking it in. Worrying about phone bills was habit from their hand to mouth, or should I say cock to mouth hustling days before their bastard father and stepmother won the lottery.

Daniel and I pulled out our cell phones and made the calls we had to while we waited. We looked at each other when there was a knock low down on the door and Daniel opened it to find our hosts with their arms full of hot dogs, fries and sodas.

"Thanks guys, hope this is enough," Frank said as they piled a dozen or so hot dogs, five orders of fries and six jumbo sodas."

"Is this just for us or my friends as well?" I said.

The three teens looked at each other. "Marc, we are growing boys," they said in unison.

I nodded and grabbed two hot dogs, fries and a diet coke seconds before the rest was gone.

As we were finishing the phone rang, Scott picked the phone up and said to have someone bring them to us. Minutes later the door knocked and I let Ray and Gerry in then made the introductions.

"You've turned into a handsome young man Frank," Gerry said holding Frank's hand a second too long.

"I guess Marc didn't make it clear that Scott's my partner in life as well as work. And that he's a second degree black belt."

"Nice to meet you too Scott," Gerry said as he shook Scott's hand.

"Pardon my brother guys but we do admire the young male form and its sexuality. After all we did work that side of the street when we were growing up. Or didn't my old friend tell you about that?"

"We wanted to maintain your reputations as educators, but guys I do have one of the movies on the laptop at home," I said.

"There's probably a lot Marc and Daniel didn't tell us but I don't really care right now. What I am interested in are my parents and what they have in store for me and Scott and me?"

Ray looked at me and I nodded.

"First of all it's not your parents, just your father. He says he knows where your mother is because he sends her the alimony check every month. Junior says he has nothing to do with her and there is no reason for you to.

"A bit too late he realizes he was a terrible father to you and Sam and that Sam's death could very well not have been an accident."

Ray paused but Frank just nodded.

"Through AA and therapy your dad's."

"My father, not dad," Frank whispered.

Ray nodded, "Through AA and therapy your father realizes his being a workaholic contributed to your mother's being an alcoholic and his becoming one himself. Nothing that you or your brother did contributed to it. Nothing you did, or could have ever done deserved the treatment that you got."

"Look Frank, Scott, neither one of us is going to paint your father as an angel, not even in comparison to ours. But I truly believe he's changed and wants a second chance with you. And we made sure before we left New Jersey that he knew anything was on your terms. We're willing to tell him you weren't here or to make plane reservations for the two of you to return with us or anything in between," Gerry said.

"Why now?" Scott said.

Gerry spread his hands. "At a guess he finally decided it was time to make the move. He felt he was strong enough and maybe that enough time had passed for Frank's feelings to mellow."

"I'm not moving back, we're not moving back. This is our home, our lives and friends are here," Frank said.

"Don't reject this chance love, don't miss the opportunity I would have died for at one time," Scott said.

"Your Mom and Dad loved you, would have accepted you gay, straight, whatever. Mine wouldn't have noticed if I was holding bi orgies in the living room. But you're right I can't pass this chance up," Frank said and wrapped his arms around Scott.

"I know what you mean kid, our parents were druggies who only noticed us when they needed something from us. And that went from food shopping to laundry to sex to pushing drugs in the schools. Dad died in jail but we saw Mom a couple months after she got out and she was using again. Didn't even recognize or remember her own kids. You're not making a mistake." Ray said.

I reached over and took Ray's hand. "I'm sorry, I never knew, never heard anything after I left for college."

"What do we do from here?" Frank asked breaking the silence several minutes later.

"He flies down here and you meet. Your terms," Ray said.

***

Those terms resulted in a very nervous Francis Xavier Corrigan the third pacing around a meeting room at the Jorgenson Inn the following Saturday.

"What if he doesn't show?" Frank muttered.

"He is four-floors above us. Do you want my former head of security to go get him?" Daniel said.

"Pass on that one," Scott said, "it's my day off and I want to get off on the right foot. Don't want to kill the guy because of what he did years ago."

There was a light knock on the door and it opened before I could get there. The man who entered was Frank in thirty years.

"Father."

"Frank, you are looking very good. All grown up from what I hear and see."

"Thanks, you're looking better than I remembered you."

"What being sober for almost two years will do to a man."

"And how are you doing it?" Scott asked.

"One day at time, one day at a time. You're Scott, my son's lover, partner?"

"Both those and more father, he's the main reason I'm happier than ever. We've made a life for ourselves here."

"And one I have no desire to wreck. Look son, all I want is a chance to be in your life, both your lives if you'll let me. We'll talk on the phone, I'll come to visit and if you two want to come visit me I'll arrange and pay for that too. I'm happier, more at peace with myself since I was your age and started working in Gramp's mill shop."

"Hear you walked out on her," Frank said.

"Either that or get hit on the head with a full bottle, or worse going back to emptying them myself."

Frank smiled for the first time and his father smiled back.

"Lord I hardly remember that smile," the father said.

"Didn't know how to till I got here. You want to take the tour?"

"Love to."

"I guess that's our cue to leave," I said and Daniel and I rose. "Call us if you need anything."

Part 1

I was on the edge of town when I saw him. The houses were getting farther and farther apart, and turning into small farms. He had his thumb out, and as the highway had a wide shoulder there, I stopped.

The motor home was brand new, and truth told, I was still a little nervous about driving it and pulling my car. I had gotten tired of my life, so I just retired and got a motor home. I know that sounds strange, my being only 45. But, back in '79 I had gone to work for a company that made me rich.

When I started out, there were only six employees. Carl was so broke he couldn't pay overtime or vacations. Hell, half the time he couldn't come up with enough cash to cover our paychecks. He always treated us right though. When he owed us, he paid us with stock in the company. We all believed in Carl, but who would ever have thought back then the stock would be worth so much now?

The first few years, I don't think I ever saw more than ten thousand dollars a year in cash. Money was tight then, but since I'm gay and single, I didn't have any big expenses. When the home computer market took off, we were sitting in just the right position to all but corner the market with our chips. We boomed from eight employees to over 2000! Almost overnight, I was a multimillionaire!

I had never gotten into a long-term relationship, a weekend at the most. Once it became known around town that I worked for that company everyone was hearing about, guys who wouldn't have given me the time of day beforehand chased me. Yeah, I enjoyed that, but I didn't let it go to my head. I knew they were just after my money. I surprised them when they found out I still lived on less than my thirty thousand a year wages.

Things went on like that for years, until I met a young guy. He was 28, and at first I thought he loved me. I was head over heels for him. We lived together about two weeks before I found out all he wanted was a sugar daddy. I suspected something when he told me he had gotten laid off his job the day after moving in. I knew it when two weeks later he hadn't even put in any applications, and told me that if I loved him I would buy him a new car. Hell, buy him a new car? The car I drove was five-years-old!

I kicked him out of the apartment, went and bought this motor home, and kissed the cheek of my landlady goodbye. I had never moved; she had been with me through thick and thin. When my rent was late in those early years, she never threatened to kick me out. She knew she would be the first to get her money as soon as I got paid.

I took off planning on heading for the Gulf of Mexico. I had always wanted to see it, and to do some deep-sea fishing like I had seen on TV. Well, I can afford to do anything I want, and I don't have anything tying me down.

The hitchhiker was only a kid, so I figured he would only be going a short way. As he ran up to the motor home, he had his backpack in his hand. He didn't look like he could be more then 14 at the most. I wondered what kind of parents would let a kid be out hitchhiking.

I got up and unbolted the door. The salesman had warned me about motor home doors sometimes coming open if you hit a hard bump. He suggested the door be bolted anytime the motor home was moving.

Man was he cute for a kid. He was about 5 feet 6 or 7 inches [1.65-1.70 m] tall. Real cute features. His little button nose was something else. His blond hair was worn in that style that is so popular with kids today. Not too skinny, but sure not fat. Blue eyes that were pools begging to be fallen into. Fine full bubble butt. I'm not into kids, but give him another four or five years and he will be ripe for picking. I wasn't sure, but I had to wonder if the kid was checking me out as he approached the motor home.

The kid smiled at me real big as he said, "Hi."

I returned his greeting as I shut and bolted the door. He had slid into the passenger seat. I slipped back into the driver's seat and pulled the gearshift into drive. I checked the rear views to make sure the road was clear, then stepped on the fuel. Pep it has. That big diesel engine roared to life and we were sitting on 60 in nothing flat.

"My name is Dennis," I told him as we gathered speed, "how far you going?"

"I'm Barry," he responded, "and I'm going as far as you will take me. Nice rig you have here."

"Thank you." I answered. Oh No! I thought to myself. He's a run-away. What have I gotten myself into? In my mind, I could just see police roadblocks set up down the road, looking for a 45 year-old gay man in a motor home, that had a 14 year-old run-away kid! I could all but hear the bars clanging shut on the jail cell. With all the hysteria about child molesters, what would they do to a gay man caught with a run-away kid? Never mind that nothing happened! I decided I would have to get rid of him as soon as I could.

We had gone about 20 miles [30 km] down the road, when I finally looked over to Barry and asked, "Why are you running-away?"

"I'll tell you if you will answer one question first." Barry told me.

"Ok, what do you want to know?" I asked.

"You're gay too aren't you?" he asked me.

I just nodded.

Barry nodded his head before answering. "When my best friend outed me at home, life became too hard. The guys I grew up with in our little town, and that I thought were my friends would call me names and push me around. My family kept watching me all the time, like they were expecting me to rape my little brother, or something. I couldn't take it anymore. One day it was either kill myself or leave. I left. That was four-months-ago.

When I got to the city," Barry continued, "I fell in with some guys. I didn't know Delbert was a pimp. I just thought he was a nice guy that let kids crash at his place. Humph, it didn't take long for me to find out." Barry turned in his seat so his back was to me, and lifted his tee shirt.

His back showed several bruises. Some were old, but some were fresh. "That's what I got if Delbert didn't think I had turned enough tricks." He lowered his tee shirt and turned back in his seat.

"One of my tricks last night was a truck driver. When he said he was going to leave on a trip, I asked if he would take me. He dropped me about a mile before you picked me up. Have you ever heard of Peckertown, Arkansas?"

I just nodded. Who hasn't heard of the town where boy molesting is legal? From what I had heard, every old child molester that likes boys was making their way to Peckertown, Arkansas. They were going for the legal sex with the boys, ever since the state had changed the law and lowered the age of consent to 13. I couldn't believe it when I had heard it was 10 if the boy had his parent's permission. Peckertown had become the Mecca for men looking for boys.

"I saw an article in a magazine," Barry said, "The town is full of boys just like me. I don't think I'm running-away," he continued, "I'm running to. Peckertown is a place where boys like me can live with dignity."

I couldn't help but think what it would be like for a kid to be outed. I didn't come out until I was in my mid 20's, and that had been hard enough. A lot of my family will no longer talk to me. What must it be like for a kid when they feel they are in a jail? Could I blame him for running away and being a prostitute? I guess that was when my attitude started changing.

I could have dumped Barry at any time. I could of just drove off after we stopped to fix some lunch, and Barry got out and walked around. It would have been easy to just pull over to the side of the highway and tell him I was turning the other direction. Yeah, I thought about it, but I couldn't.

When it started getting dark, I told Barry I was going to find an RV park for the night. I asked if he wanted to spend the night with me, and told him we would leave again in the morning.

"Yeah," he answered, "I would like to stay with you. I'll give you the best blow-job you've had in a long time," he told me with a big grin.

I told him he didn't have to do that. He could stay without the sex. I told him the couch made out into a bed, and he could sleep there. Barry seemed disappointed. He insisted he pay half the parking fee if he didn't give me a blowjob. What could I say? Money or sex? I looked at him, and saw a kid sitting there. I took his ten dollars.

We hooked up the water line, attached the sewer hose then connected the electricity and TV cable. I've never been much of a cook, so I stuck a couple of frozen TV Dinners in the microwave.

We ate then took our showers before watching some TV. All through the program, I watched Barry as much as I did the show. It looked like he had a hard-on, and every once in a while he would reach down and gently give it a squeeze or a few rubs. He caught me looking just as the show ended. Ok, I admit my cock was straining my briefs by that time.

Barry gave me a little bashful smile as he asked, "You sure, Dennis? I really need to get off. I haven't gone this long without sex in four months."

In my mind I just told myself, "Oh, what the hell! It's not like it would be his first time and I wouldn't really be molesting him. He knows he is gay and wants sex. I know what it is like to be horny and not be able to find someone! So he is only 14, so what? He needs to get off the same as anyone else!"

I held out my hand to Barry, and he took it. We turned off the TV and flipped off the light switches as we made our way to the bedroom. The motor home is completely self-contained with a king size bed in the bedroom. It even has a washer and dryer!

I folded down the spread, and had to just sit and watch Barry undress. He stood in front of me grinning as he lifted his tee shirt over his head. The smoothness of his skin had my heart beating a little fast.

He slipped out of his shoes without untying them. He lifted his leg to remove his sock, and the outline of his hard dick was clear inside his pants. Why do I find the idea of having sex with him so exciting? He is just a kid!

As he started opening his pants, I thought I might have a heart attack. I had to have been panting. Slowly he undid the top button. He could see the effect he was having on me. He raised his arms about half way up. The palms of his hands were upward as if to say, "here I am, do you want more?"

I reached for his zipper, and slowly pulled it down, being careful not to catch his meat. His pants fell to the floor, and he stepped out of them. He was standing there in just his electric blue boxers. I have never seen anyone that looked sexier or hotter!

There was a knowing grin on his face, telling me, "I knew you wanted me!"

There wasn't a hair on his chest. The skin was pinkish and smooth. There was no hair under his arms. The thin hair on his legs was almost unnoticeable it was so blond. I hooked my thumbs into the waistband of his boxers, and started pulling them down. His hard five-inch [12½ cm] cut dick appeared. It looked so clean. So fresh. So young. It took my breath away for some reason. I've never been a size queen, and Barry has enough to do the job. The pubic hair framing his dick was sparse and a light blond. It didn't look as if there were more then a couple of dozen curly hairs. His nuts were plump and looked heavy. They weren't hanging too low from his body, and they looked full. I couldn't help it.

My mouth started watering as I gazed at Barry, thinking about what he would taste like, and I had to swallow over and over.

Barry stepped out of his boxers, and knelt in front of me untying my shoes. With slow and deliberate movements, Barry slipped off first one shoe and sock, then the other.

As his hands caressed my chest he unbuttoned my shirt. I thought I might cream my pants. Barry opened my shirt and sighed. "Ah, a bear. I thought so. Bears turn me on more then anything", he stated as he ran his hands through my hairy chest. He bent down and sucked my nipple into his mouth. I was ready to die.

Barry took my hands and lifted me to my feet. My pants and underwear were soon around my ankles. Barry was running his fingers through my full thick pubic bush, and it was plain he liked what he saw.

I had to tell him, "I'm supposed to be getting you off. You do much more of that and I'll be owing you money."

Barry jerked away as if he had been burned! "I'm not working now! This is fun time."

"I'm sorry Barry. That wasn't what I meant. I just meant I would have to give you back the money for the space." I told him.

"No," he responded, "that would still make me working. I want us both to enjoy this."

I opened my arms to him and he moved into my hug. How can I describe the feelings I was having as I hugged him? I don't know how. I only knew I desired him. I wanted to protect him. I wanted to please him. Both our cocks had started softening, but as we hugged I could tell we were soon both as hard as steel. I ran my hand over his butt cheeks, and they were as smooth as silk.

I kissed the top of his head as I gently maneuvered Barry onto the bed. His hands were once again playing with my chest hairs as I hovered over him.

I nuzzled his neck and he whimpered as he stroked the back of my head. I was spacing my kisses with gentle love nips as I crossed his shoulder.

My tongue was lapping at his nipple. He shoved his chest up and pressed down on the back of my head, letting me know he wanted it sucked. He groaned as I slurped it into my mouth. It was soon standing tall at attention. It didn't take much on his other titty before he had a matched set.

I kissed down his tummy. It felt so much different then the men I had been with. You could feel the smooth layer of baby fat just under the skin.

I reached his pubic mound, and he gave a groan of disappointment as I bypassed it and nudged open his legs. I got between them, and started licking and kissing his thighs. Barry might be an experienced hooker, but he was panting by the time I got near his nuts, and I knew he wasn't faking.

The smell of his pubic area was more intoxicating then the strongest liquor. I lapped his nuts with my tongue, and Barry was whimpering. I gently sucked one into my mouth, and he gasped. Oh yeah, he was loving it. I let his egg slip from my mouth, giving it one final lick as I started upward.

My tongue followed the path of a large blood vessel. I could feel every beat of his heart with my tongue. Barry was begging, no, demanding, "Finish me off! Damn it, finish me off! I can't take any more! It's going to kill me!"

I opened my mouth wide as Barry pressed my head down over his throbbing dick. I took it all in before tightening my lips around his meat. Barry was grunting and whining as he thrust into my mouth. I applied a gentle suction, and Barry tensed. He shoved his body upward, to where only his lower legs and the top of his head were on the bed. His shoulders and butt were raised a good two inches [5 cm] off the mattress.

Barry moaned, "Oh my God," before letting out a long wobbly scream. The juice he was pumping into my mouth was the sweetest tasting cum I had ever had. As he collapsed back onto the bed, I followed him down, keeping his dick in my mouth. I gently sucked, trying to get every drop of that good tasting treat.

I kept gently sucking as he relaxed and his dick went soft. I was rewarded with a few more dribbles of his sweet nectar. Barry pulled me up into his arms, and we lay with him kissing my chest.

He finally recovered enough to mutter, "What did you do to me? That wasn't sex. I've never cum like that before. What happened?"

I just lay stroking his hair as I told him, "I don't know. It was really special to me too."

Barry was fondling my nuts as he recovered. He kissed me a light dry kiss on the lips before telling me, "I'll be right back. Don't go away."

I heard him make a bathroom stop, and he came back into the bedroom carrying his backpack. He sat on the edge of the bed as he fished around inside his pack. Barry smiled as he found what he was looking for, and pulled out a tube of KY Jelly.

He handed it to me as he told me, "I want my big teddy bear to fuck me."

I could tell he wasn't a virgin as I slicked his boy love opening. No, he wasn't a virgin, but he hadn't been hard used either. I guess he could tell I was wondering about it.

He told me, "I wouldn't fuck a trick. That's why Delbert got so mad. I had to turn a lot more tricks to make the same money as the guys that will fuck."

I didn't know what to say. I didn't say anything. I just kept getting his hole ready.

Barry rolled to his side, and I let my fingers slip out of him. He reached for the lube, and slicked my cock. He rolled onto his back, and lifted his legs to his chest, presenting me with easy access to his most treasured spot.

Barry held his legs to his chest with his upper arms and stretched out his arms to me telling me, "Come on Dennis, show me how a big bear fucks."

I lined the head of my dick up with his opening, and slowly pushed in. Barry gave a sigh as I stopped with just the head of my dick inside him. He wiggled his butt letting me know he wanted me to go deeper. I gently slid my cock all the way in. Barry groaned as I passed his prostate. I had to give a moan of contentment as I bottomed out inside him.

I leaned over and placed a dry kiss on Barry's lips. His arms went around me, and his lips parted as he invited my tongue into his mouth. The taste of him took my breath away! I was afraid I was going to spew my cum right then! How could a boy make me feel like that? The feel of his butt crushed against my crotch was soft and smooth, but firm at the same time. I had never felt anything like Barry.

I broke our kiss and sobbed in a whisper, "Don't move baby. Please don't move or I'm going to cum."

We lay with Barry hugging me until I had come down enough to last a little while. I started a slow long dicking. I pulled past Barry's prostate and he grunted. I slowly pushed back in and he moaned. Grunt, moan. Grunt, moan. I had to start speeding up. Just a little faster with each stroke. Faster came the grunts and moans as I worked in and out. His sounds were accompanied by my own moans of pleasure, as I fucked into Barry and jacked him off.

"Damn you!" he whimpered, "You're doing it again! Oh my God…Oh my God… Oh my God! Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" He strained hard against me. I was shoved as hard into him as I could, and I had to let out my own long groan as my cum splattered deep into Barry. I couldn't stop shooting! I strained against him as shot after powerful shot left my nuts. Never had I cum like this. Hard spasms were shaking my body. I was sure before my hard cock quit jerking inside Barry's ass, that I had to be dry shooting. There couldn't be anything left in my nuts.

I rested all my weight on my knees and elbows, with my cock still buried deep inside Barry. We were panting as we stayed like that recovering. He might only be a boy, but I was already falling in love with him, even though I didn't realize it until a day later.

Barry was absently playing with my chest hairs when he told me, "You should have a warning printed on you. It should say, Danger, Will Be Habit Forming."

I had to chuckle as I told him, "Well, you too. Except yours should also say, Jail Bait, But Damn Well Worth It!"

"I'm not jail bait in Peckertown, Arkansas," he informed me.

I gently withdrew from Barry, and licked his tummy clean of his cum. We snuggled together as we drifted off to sleep. I think in that half-asleep state, my subconscious knew I was falling in love with Barry. I'm sure it was at that point I decided I was taking Barry to Peckertown. I couldn't stand the thought of him being on the road and being picked up by someone that would hurt him. My mind again saw his smile as he ran towards the motor home when I had stopped to pick him up. My last conscious thought was the ecstasy on his face as he cursed me and he started climaxing. I was all but asleep, as I snuggled closer to Barry.

Part 2

Barry was snuggled into my arms when I awoke in the morning. His hard-on looked so inviting that I just turned around in the bed, and slid down to where I could suck it into my mouth. I had only given him five or six slow gentle sucks when I felt his mouth around my own hard rod. It didn't take long before we were both blowing our loads. I don't think we were a split second behind each other as we started pumping out our cum.

Barry tugged me off his softening dick, and pushed me onto my back. He climbed on top of me as he turned so we were face to face. His tongue was searching my mouth. Oh Lord, I want him.

He broke our kiss and said, "Morning. Are we going to stay here in this bed all day sucking and fucking? Or, are we going to make some miles? Whichever my teddy bear wants to do is fine with me."

"That would be wonderful," I told him, "but you would probably have to put me in the hospital before dark. A full day in bed with you would kill me; at the least give me a heart attack!"

We got up and had cold cereal and milk for breakfast. That was all I had in the motor home. Barry said if I would stop at a supermarket, he would get some stuff to fix us some real meals. I told him if he wanted to cook, I would buy anything he wanted.

The grocery bill came to $160, and as we were wheeling it out to the motor home Barry remarked, "I'm glad you offered to pay. This cost more than I even have."

I hadn't realized Barry meant he could cook, when he said he would cook. As we were rolling down the highway, he started fixing stuffed bell peppers for supper. They were great.

It took us six days to get to Peckertown. I was stopping at every tourist trap and attraction we came within 30 miles [50 km] of. By the end of the second day, I knew I wanted Barry with me always. He was adamant about his belonging in Peckertown.

It was the night before we arrived in Arkansas that Barry told me, "Please, stay with me in Peckertown," he begged. "I'll be legal there, and we won't have to hide. I can openly love you there. I'll work and support us. Turning tricks has to be easy there."

"Barry, you don't have to turn tricks for me. I'm not as broke as I have let you think. We'll find something else to do besides your working that way. Besides, the thought of my baby doing that makes me cringe. I love you too much to even think about your having sex for money."

Barry rushed into my arms. My face was plastered with kisses. He was squeezing me so tight I thought he was trying to crush me.

"Can we really make it without me working? I hate doing that."

"Yes baby," I told him, "we're rich. You never have to turn a trick again."

As we were pulling into Peckertown, we saw the signs for an RV park. When we got to it, it was closed down. It looked like it had been abandoned a long time. The for sale sign on it gave me an idea. I wrote down the name and address of the realtor, Scotti Brothers Reality.

There was a clean looking restaurant a little farther down the road. We pulled into the Tasty Buns and parked as far back on their lot as we could.

Barry and I had decided to have lunch there, and I wanted to ask if there was an RV park nearby. We entered, and I think both of our mouths dropped. Even though we had seen the signs for all the nude restaurants, we really weren't expecting what we saw. The waiters had on aprons that covered their dicks, but nothing else. As we stood there gapping, one of the customers put his hand on the bare ass of one the busboys, and trailed his hand across the smooth globes as the boy walked away. The boy didn't seem to think anything about it.

We placed our orders, and the waiter was the cutest kid of 13 I've seen in a long time. Barry couldn't seem to take his eyes off the boy's bouncing butt as he made his way back to the kitchen.

The owner Mr. Jorgenson stopped by the table as we were having pie. He asked if the service and food had been all right. I assured him it had been excellent. We got to talking about Peckertown, and I mentioned the closed RV Park. I asked if there was another nearby where we could stay. He told me the closest other park was 45 miles [75 km] away, but that no one would object if we parked in the town's park parking lot a day or two.

I asked Mr. Jorgenson how to find the Scotti Brothers Reality. He gave me excellent directions, and assured me though they were young the brothers were licensed and professional Realtors. He assured me my trust couldn't be placed in better hands.

We found their office without any trouble. We walked into a reception area, and could see two offices. The place was nice, with quite a few green plants around the room. There were pictures of houses that were for sale, on the walls. The furniture was top quality, and the chairs were real leather. Very professional, and it looked as if the brothers were doing well.

A boy came out of one of the offices and said, "Hi, I'm Jay Scotti." as he held out his hand. I introduced Barry and myself then explained we were interested in the RV Park.

"You're in luck," he told us. "It has been closed and on the market since the law changed. The old owners were holding out for a ridiculous price, but their heirs notified us just last week that they are serious about selling."

Jay told us what they were asking, and it seemed to still be awful high, until he added that although the park only used two acres [8,000 m²], 25 acres [10 ha] went with the sale.

Jay got the keys and we rode out to look at the place with him. I admit Jay knew what he was talking about. When I asked what the water and sewer lines were, he popped out galvanized water lines and clay sewer pipes. He mentioned the property was on city sewer and water.

He admitted the park was old and hadn't been upgraded in years. He called it a fixer-upper. It was that all right. We looked in the office and store area. It was paneled in dark woods, and the fixtures were old. I made a note to check on new fixtures, and planned on re-paneling with lightwood. That would make it much more cheerful and welcoming.

There was a nice one-bedroom apartment behind the office. I could see the wheels turning in Barry's head. We hadn't looked at much of the apartment before he announced, "I can fix this up real nice for us."

We checked out the showers, and they would have to be completely redone. The same held true with the laundry room. When I looked at one of the spaces, the electrical connections were suitable for the smaller rigs, but none of the spaces had the right amps for mine. Well, just add rewiring the park.

I hadn't committed yet, but Barry was bouncing with excitement as he made plans on how he would like everything. I told Jay we would take it with the contingency we had no problems getting permits and utilities.

Jay insisted we stop by city hall, and he introduced us to Tim Johnson. Tim is an assistant to the Mayor. Tim assured us there would be no problems with permits, and informed us the city counsel had been wanting the RV park reopened for a long time. He said city hall and the mayor's office would be ready with any help we needed to smooth the re-opening of the RV Park.

We stopped by the water and sewer department, and learned there would be no problems with the mains for any future expansion. In fact, the engineer said he could have the water back on that day. I told him that might be rushing it a bit. Our next stop was the Electric Company. They saw no problems either. I told Jay he had a sale.

It only took three days for everything to be completed. My bank at home transferred the money into The First National Bank of Peckertown, to pay for the property and all the planed upgrades.

We had the water and electric turned on, and that night, I thought Barry was going to faint when he found out everything was in his name.

We moved the motor home to "Barry's RV Park" and started making our plans on what needed to be done first. We couldn't hook up to electricity, but at least we had water and could dump the holding tanks.

That night as we lay in bed petting each other, I remarked, "I hope that now you're a big business man, you will keep me around."

"I couldn't live without my teddy bear." Barry responded as he reached for the lube.

He slicked my hole, and I quickly smeared some on his dick. In just moments, it was where his hard rod belongs. He was working back and forth inside me, and it was as fabulous as always. Just as always, I couldn't last. I had to throw my head back and scream with pleasure as my cum pumped out onto my chest. Barry was straining against me as he unloaded his supply of cum into me.

As soon as we looked out the window of the RV the next morning, we were surprised. During the night, three rigs had pulled into the park. When we went into the office, three guys followed us in to pay their parking fees.

You could hear the pride in Barry's voice as he told them he was the new owner, and since the facilities weren't ready yet, there would be no charge.

One man said, "Thank you. Since you're not ready for business we'll just make it donations," as he slipped a couple of twenties into Barry's pocket. The others did the same.

We called Peckertown Plumbing for an estimate on re-doing the water lines and the showers. Sander's Electric was called for the electrical work. When the contractors showed up the plumber didn't look like he was more the 15, and the electrician might have been 16.

Neither of them was wearing much. I have seen Speedos that covered more. I wasn't too sure about them, but when I asked to see their state licenses and bonds, they both produced them. We explained we wanted each space to have new water and sewer lines, and the electric lines checked to make sure we didn't cause someone's RV to catch fire. Barry mentioned he wanted cable lines for TV and computer Internet service added to each space. We told them we were planning some new spaces for the bigger rigs that required more power.

As we stood in the office talking to the contractors, Barry explained what he wanted done with the showers. Then the contractors took a walk around the park seeing what needed to be done. When we saw them enter the showers, Barry and I started that way in case they had any questions.

As we entered the shower room, I knew those sounds. The plumber had his hard dick in the electrician's mouth, and the electrician was slurping as the plumber fucked in and out.

"I hope you guys don't mind. The rates are a lot lower if we get our sex breaks." The plumber informed us. They just grinned before returning their attention to each other. It wasn't long before the plumber let out a long moan and the electrician was noisily gulping his cum. He smacked his lips before rising as the plumber pulled up his shorts.

No, we didn't mind. In fact, it was fun watching the plumbing and electrical crews take their breaks.

Three days after the deed was in Barry's name, he had hired a full crew to take care of the grounds, desk clerks, storekeepers, and general clean up help. I think he was hiring more on the story of their lives then anything else. Every one of the boys had a sad story to tell. Every one of them had made their way to Peckertown in search of a better life.

The grass had been cut, and the swimming pool cleaned and filled. Certified lifeguards had been hired and the pool was open. The plumbers and electricians were working on the shower rooms, and watching all those young asses running around was a show unto itself. If you ever want to watch some ass really wiggling, watch 12 year-old with a paintbrush. I was dragging Barry to our bedroom three or four times a day.

Within a week, there were ten RV's parked in the spaces, and the supplies were arriving for the store. All the new fixtures had arrived and were being set in place. Barry was running around working himself to a frazzle, but loving every minute of it. Oh yes, he still had plenty of energy left at night for sex with his teddy bear.

Of course in the interest of taking care of the guests, we had to see all of the hot spots in Peckertown. We went to the Big Lick ice cream parlor, and sampled their sundaes as we watched The Olson Triplets. All I can say is, "Wow!" Barry was so hot I think he would have crawled under the table and given me a blowjob if he could have taken his eyes off the stage.

We visited the Little Leather Club. At first, I was really turned off by their show. It wasn't until later after we had met Benjy, the master, that I began to understand. Someone pointed us out to him and he came over and introduced himself. He welcomed us to town, and said he was hearing good things about us from the boys.

I guess he could tell I was turned off by the S/M. He invited us to visit the slave barracks ourselves and talk to the boys. We did, and I wasn't there long before I understood that was where those boys wanted to be, and they were doing what they wanted to do. I guess my attitude is still adjusting to Peckertown.

Two months after we arrived in town, the old portion of the park was completely redone. We added twenty spaces for the big rigs, and were full every weekend. Even after adding the twenty spaces, we still had RV's having to park without hookups.

We knocked out the wall between the men and women's shower rooms, moving the wall back to where there was only one shower on the ladies side. The women's side had never been used, but we had to have one just in case a lady did ever stay there.

Even after expanding the men's side, there was always a wait for a shower in the mornings and early evenings. Barry had passed the word around town that our showers were always open free of charge, to any boy in Peckertown that wanted to use them. The boys also knew where to look for the shampoo, soap and clean towels that Barry keeps for them. We planned a larger shower room to be built in the new sections of the park.

Yeah, things are going good for us. I had found the love of my life, and he loves me just as much. Oh, we are still learning about each other. Barry didn't argue when I told him he was going to have to go to school. We enrolled him in the recently reopened Peckertown School and Mrs. Maple Thorpe, the principal, found one of the old school teachers to tutor him. When the law had passed they lost so many students they had to close the school but a lot of the boys petitioned the town council to reopen it and offer flex schedules. I called in some old connections and got enough computers at cost to take care of all the school's needs.

Yeah, we are still learning about each other. We had finished making love. I was resting on top of Barry with my weight on my elbows and knees. We were still hooked together by my softening cock. Our breathing had slowed to normal, and we were staring into the love reflected in each other's eyes. Barry was absently twirling his finger in my chest hair. Yeah, Barry surprised me when he asked.

"Did my teddy bear know it is going to be my 14th birthday next week?"

The last two months have been filled with surprises. I wonder what the next twenty years with Barry will be like?

Elija, Daniel, Benjy, Aaron and I were sitting around the office conference table for our usual Friday evening review when Margaret came over the intercom.

"I'm putting Mike and Mark Snitz through they're pissed."

Which was immediately followed by two clicks as the five of us looked at each other. Or should I say the other three stared at Daniel and me? We'd filled them in on the lunchtime reunion between Frank and his father earlier in the day at Mark and Mike's Water Park where they worked.

"Marc, Lion, what are you doing to us?" one of the identical twins said.

"Settle down boys, what's going on?" Elija said in a voice that was both compassionate and demanding of obedience.

"Scott and Frank just left for the airport with Frank's father. Said they'd be back to work after the birthday party. What's going on?" the other one said in a slightly calmer voice.

"I was going to call you later to invite you to the party. It's my sweet sixteenth and we're inviting all my friends to our cabin vacation home for the party. It's going to be out of this world. All of you are invited."

"Fine, if they come back," the first said.

"Guys, its Marc, I promise they'll be back. Frank's dad came down and they met today but Frank said they weren't moving. This is their home like its ours."

"You'd better be right about that. What are we going to do about security till then? We can run the place but not that end."

"Call Sarge at the hotel, he should still be there, and make whatever arrangements you need for coverage. Tell him it's my authority," Elija said.

"Thanks, and we'll work out paying with him or you?"

"Him or Zeus, its up to Sarge. Now are you coming to my son's birthday party or what?"

"Wouldn't miss it. The two of us, Zeus, Tad, Keith, Justin and Cody?"

"I said all of you didn't I, you'll tell them and I'll get back to you when the transportations arranged. You'll be leaving Friday afternoon and coming back late Sunday. And tell Justin and Cody that if they don't show up their rent is tripled," Daniel said.

"Quadrupled," I said and everybody laughed and the twins clicked off.

"We don't charge them rent," Elija said.

Daniel and I shrugged. "They do want to start paying though. Feel they can afford it now and want to do what's right," I said.

"Good for them, you take care of it and keep it reasonable Mr. Accountant. If I leave it to Zeus we'll end up paying them. Anything else before supper gets cold?"

"No sir," the rest of us said and we raced across to The Tasty Buns.

Well the kids raced, Elija and I walked.

"What kind of party are Francis, Christine and I heading into?

"A nice family barbeque on Saturday afternoon. We'll grill some burgers, dogs, chicken and baked potatoes. Play some Frisbee or go out on the lake. You and your honey alone in a rowboat with a couple of poles, a cooler of beer."

"She gets seasick in the bathtub."

I looked over and Elija shrugged and we both laughed.

We walked in and I looked around the restaurant. A few customers sat eating the food and fondling the nude busboys.

In a corner booth was a sight I still found odd. Benjy and his lover bodyguard Roger dressed in regular t-shirts and cut-off jeans. Shortly after Benjy's twelfth birthday the youngest Jorgenson boy went through a growth spurt that add three inches [7½ cm]. He'd bought all new leathers for the club but for the first time since I'd joined the family he also bought regular clothes for the rest of the time and insisted on buying Roger new clothes too.

Aaron and Margaret were sitting at a booth with their respective girl and boyfriend. Everybody wondered when the engagement announcements would be. Daniel and I sat with his parents and younger sister around a table. Francis moaning loudly that all her friends from high school were grandparents already.

"You skipped two grades Mom, remember? Or are you getting forgetful in your old age," Aaron called out.

"Let's not get into ages big brother, especially with my lover around," Daniel said and I kicked him in the shin. I'm not much younger than his parents.

Everybody laughed as Shawn and Chris served dessert.

"Chris, Shawn, you two have a banquet gig next weekend. Big birthday party and they want you two to wait and bus," Daniel said.

"Cool, whose birthday?" Chris said.

"Mine, at the cabin. You leave Friday and return Sunday."

Shawn stared over at Mrs. Jorgenson. "Is Daniel serious? Are we really going?"

"You serious?" Francis said.

"Totally, but not just to work. To have fun and party too," Daniel turned to the boys, "you guys are part of the family. You are coming."

They were on him instantly with big hugs and kisses.

Friday morning Benjy, Roger, Daniel and I headed up to the lake cabin. Clark and Lois Jensen, the local caretakers, were taking care of the food and other supplies we'd decided to head up early and help them set everything up; and get some relaxation in. We took a different scenic route this time and it was a little easier drive. We passed through one town where there were lots of young boys congregated along the street. Most wore Speedos or thongs; the others showed their prepubescent hairless bodies from head to toe.

"How do they find their way here? There's no train service and I doubt bus," Roger said from the rear as we hit the center of town.

"Natives, not necessarily this town but I'd say all from within twenty to twenty-five miles [30-40 km]. Sound right bro?" Benjy said.

"Yeah, sent out by their parents to work unlike the boys in Peckertown. Look how thin and weary they are. Probably take whatever action at whatever price they get offered to keep food on the table at home," Daniel said.

Several minutes later we exited the town. On the shoulder were a group of naked boys from five to eight. As they heard us coming a couple stood and stretched. Nothing obvious, but obvious enough.

I pulled over to the side of the road and the ones standing ran up to Daniel's window. One was eight and the other two were five and six. After a couple of years in Peckertown you learn to judge boys' ages pretty quick. You could see their ribs as they stretched and fondled themselves.

"Can we help you mister? We can help in lots of ways," the oldest one said.

"How old are you?" Daniel said.

"We all ten, very legal, parents sign papers."

Benjy slid his shorts done and his cock jumped out. It too had grown and it was getting hard.

"Have you ever taken care of something this big? Had it up your ten year old ass?" He pointed at the youngest.

The boy ran up and looked. Back and forth from Benjy's face and cock. Finally he shook his head. "No, do you want me to try?"

Daniel pulled three tens out of pocket, threw them on the ground and waved me on. I pulled away as they scrambled for the bills. We drove in silence for a while and when we reached the next town a pulled into drive-in restaurant.

The silence lasted as we ate hamburger deluxe meals, though picked at might be better. Only thing went down fast and furious were the sodas. Like we were trying to wash the taste out of our mouths.

"How, how," was all Daniel could say.

"Because their parents are too lazy to work or too stoned on crack to do anything to support their habits so they send, they send their son out to get the money and then the crack," Roger said and bolted from the car.

We watched as he ran to the back border of the property, sat on picnic table and obviously began to cry.

"Go," I said and Benjy ran to his lover.

"Didn't know, didn't think I'd touch a nerve like that," Daniel said. "I know there are parents like those kids, or I guess Roger's, but it makes you wonder about what we do back home."

I pointed to another table near us and got out of the car. Daniel joined me a couple minutes later with some more sodas. I was grateful for the time and drinks. He sat and I put my arm around his shoulders and pulled him close.

"Love, you may be the oldest almost sixteen year old on the planet but that's all you really are. Any place else you'd be a junior in high school helping out Mom and Dad at the family restaurant when they needed you. Instead you're helping run a multi-million dollar company."

"Am I really helping? I wonder at times," Daniel said.

I kissed the top of his head. "More and more all the time. When the time comes you'll fill your father's chair admirably. But that's well in the future God willing right now you've got to understand your and your family's place in all this."

"We make money off these boys' backs."

"True, and with some even off their cocks, mouths and butts. But we've given about two hundred of them real jobs just at the two hotels so boys like Worm don't have to whore. Peckertown disappears and Tad is back in LA selling himself, if he's still alive. Where else would Cody and Justin be running a successful restaurant and not begging or whoring to support two discarded teens?"

"Where else would Roger have found someone to love who would love him back?" Daniel whispered.

"Where else would we have found each other?" I said and took him in my arms.

"What do we do about those boys back there?" He asked when we broke the kiss.

"Calling the local police won't help because they have to know about it and we have to be out of Waters jurisdiction. We'll call him when we get to the cabin and let him handle it with the state boys. They love cracking down on operations like this."

"Cool," Daniel said and laid his head on my shoulders. We finished our sodas, got four new ones and joined Benjy and Roger.

"You two OK?" Daniel said.

Roger nodded, "That wasn't me back there, that nine year old was my older brother. My parents were crack addicts, sent us out to whore, but he hid me in alley and did the whoring. Lots of times he sucked men off, get fucked, where I could see him. When the law changed and we heard about here he held back money for a week and bought me ticket. Wanted him to come but he said it was to late, he had full blown AIDS and no treatment for him."

"How old were you?" I said.

"Five at the start Ralph was nine, I watched this for eight years, eight fucking years while my, while those bastards smoked their crack!"

"We'll do something, won't we Marc?" Benjy said.

"Daniel and I already decided to call Sheriff Waters when we get to the cabin, let him and the state cops handle it."

"And if they don't?" Roger said. What if they think we just want to kill competition?"

"That town ain't competition lover," Benjy said.

"Isn't," I said automatically. "Besides, they don't want WBOY reporting their refusal to protect underage children and it getting picked up by other news media."

"Let's go, I'm getting cold here. Need to get to cabin, get warm," Roger said.

I turned the heater on and we pulled away. Benjy cradled his lover in his arms. Daniel powered up the laptop and directed me to the main highway and away from any more small towns. Nobody cared about scenery any more. After using the mapping software to determine where we'd seen the boys he emailed Waters all the details and exact directions.

Given the change in speed we made up the time we spent at the restaurant and pulled down the lane right on schedule. All of our moods improved as we pulled around the bend and coasted to a stop in front of the house. When Benjy saw the Jensens he tore out of the car and almost leaped into their arms, barely remembering he was no longer the little boy he'd been his last trip up.

"Oh my God; this is little Benjamin?" Lois Jensen held him close.

"Yes ma'am, Lord it's good to see you and be here. Got so jealous last year when Daniel got to come up."

"And who is this stranger?" Clark said.

Benjy slid away and grabbed Roger's hand. "Mr. & Mrs. Jensen this is my lover, my partner Roger.

"Seem to be a good influence on the boy son, got him away from all leather all the time," Clark Jensen said as he extended his hand.

"Thanks sir, but Benjy did pick these clothes out himself. But at show time…"

"Not now love," Benjy said."

"Well, I'm glad you guys got here early 'cause there's work to be done," Lois said.

"Boys come with me, Marc why don't you help the missus in the house."

"Gee thanks, but fine," I said and we laughed.

Except for lunch we worked at getting the house and grounds ready for everybody who was coming. At lunch Daniel insisted that the Jensens return for the party on Saturday as guests and not to work.

We finished at four and the six of us sat on the porch drinking Mrs. Jensen's homemade lemonade.

"Marc, I've got a question, favor really," Benjy said.

"Go ahead."

He looked over at Daniel who nodded.

"The three of us were talking and, well, it's like…"

"And you're the supreme slave master?" Daniel said as the silence dragged.

Benjy shrugged.

"What my baby brother is trying to say is that he and Roger want to stay up for the week too. Plenty of space for each couple to have its privacy and things to do together."

I smiled and turned to Benjy. "Caleb ready to be in charge for a week?"

"Got to find out sometime, I need a break Marc."

"There is one catch," I said.

"What?" Roger said.

"You have to help clean up when we're ready to leave," Daniel replied.

"You four go down to the beach and sit watch the sunset while the mister and I start supper. There's going to be a lot of hungry mouths to feed and I want to have it done so your mother don't try and help," Lois Jensen said.

"Don't bother with dessert though. I know she's been busy baking," Benjy said.

"That's always been her job because except for pecan and pumpkin pie I can't bake a whit," Lois paused and looked at us. "Lord it'll be so good to have the whole family here again." She turned and walked off her hand in Clark's.

It was a little after six when the caravan pulled around the curb and in front of the cabin. Which was good because the aromas wafting from the kitchen were driving us up a wall.

The Jensens came out and we headed down to the cars. The rest of the Jorgenson clan emerged from the first van. A bunch of our friends left the second and started emptying out luggage.

Scott got out from behind the wheel of the third and a too long second later Frank got out the passenger door and opened the sliding door. The Trips came out followed by a figure I hadn't expected and two boys I didn't recognize at all.

"Did Lance say anything about Frankie coming?" I asked.

"Said there was a chance but not to say anything in case it didn't happen. But who are the other two? Too young to be John and Carlos, besides I'm sure we'd have heard if Samurai Inc. had succeeded. You two have any ideas?"

As we greeted everybody that group held back. The two looked familiar, yet.

All of a sudden Daniel gasped. "No, it can't be. What are they doing here?"

"They?" The raven-haired boy said in a Scandinavian accent

The two boys ran up and it was Sindra and Ash. Two young Internet friends from Oslo, Norway we instant messaged and exchanged files with regularly. Sindra's hair was as golden as Ash's was black and stood an inch over his boyfriend. They were thirteen-year-old hunks that should have been a couple thousand miles northeast of Peckertown.

After we hugged and kissed in all combinations Daniel said, "OK, I'm sorry, what are you two doing here?"

"Well you told us it was your birthday and you were having this party so we decided to come," Sindra said.

"And your parents just dropped you off at the airport and let you come."

"Sort of, Dad has meetings at the United Nations in New York and we talked him into bringing us and letting us come here for the weekend. Surprise," Sindra said and jumped into Daniel's arms while Ash landed in mine.

They started off as friendly welcoming kisses but they quickly turned into deep passionate kisses.

"They're good, Sindra sucked me off while Ash fucked my tight ass," Frankie said.

"Frankie!" Bobbie said and swatted a small bubble butt that was barely encased in cum stained running shorts.

"Everybody bring the bags into the living room and then wash up for dinner before everything burns," Mrs. Jensen said and everybody moved.

"We want to sleep with you two tonight," Ash whispered into my ear as I carried him upstairs.

I sucked on his neck. "If it's ok with Daniel and Sindra it's fine with me."

He tucked his head into my shoulder. As I hit the top step I turned and saw Mark and Mike Snitz hugging Frank and Scott. I entered the house.

An hour or so later we were scattered around the living room taking a break before dessert. Daniel was where he was supposed to be. Next to me without a finger hold in-between.

"Hey Frank, how was your trip?" Daniel said.

"Cool," Scott said. "Really good."

"Yeah, it was. And I want to thank you guys for helping Mark and Mike when we left them in the lurch like that. Just knew that if we didn't go with Dad right then and there I never would make the trip. But it was cool, ran into some of my old friends and they were fine with everything, you know living in Peckertown, my introducing them to my partner. The most important thing was…"

He stopped and leaned into Scott who rubbed his back.

"I went to my younger brother's grave. We said some prayers then Dad and Scott went back to the car. I talked to him for the first time since the morning he died. I told him everything that's happened since. Everything. Including getting my father back. And I forgave him. I let go of the anger and guilt and told him to rest in peace with God. As I walked away I felt something change inside me. Warmth where cold had been normal. Can't really explain it but I know what it is. Peace."

"And then we went back to his dad's house and had the best sex ever," Scott said and Frank blushed while nodding.

"So did you go to New York City while you were there?" Benjy said.

"Yeah, had to take the small town boy to the big city," Frank said.

"Went in on Wednesday, saw Lion King, Madison Square Garden, Greenwich Village. That was really special, we could hold hands as we walked and most of the looks were positive. But I'm a small town country boy and Peckertown is where we're going to stay," Scott said.

"I don't think any of us are going anywhere," Justin said. "This is our home, and it'll be that even when we're old like Marc. I mean you're not old but you, Mr. & Mrs. Jorgenson are like, shoot you know what I mean. But Cody and I will be here running the restaurant and keeping the boys who want off the street off it."

"It's funny, Mark and I have all this money, could go anywhere, do anything. But running the park; giving the whores a place to relax, not be solicited," Mike said.

"Part of me wants to go back to LA and work with abandoned kids, but there's enough here to do that with. Help the big man when I can," Tad said.

"Love to have you with me son," Zeus said. He walked over to Tad and the huge black man picked up and hugged the small white boy.

"Peckertown, our home, forever," Elija Jorgenson said and we all nodded and hugged our loved ones.

"I guess this is as good a time for dessert as any," Mrs. Jenkins said from the dining room door.

"More food?" Shawn said.

"Yes, and this time the two of you get up and help so Mrs. Jenkins can enjoy some with us," Mrs. Jorgenson said and Shawn and his fellow busboy and lover Chris hurried into the kitchen and had everything on the table before everybody was seated. After everybody was served they stood by the coffee pot until their boss pointed her finger at their chairs.

It was a couple hours later that Sindra and Ash joined Daniel and me in our bedroom. They watched as we stripped and then motioned us onto the bed before they slowly disrobed.

Then Sindra walked on the bed till he straddled Lion while Ash did the same to me.

"Pul mag aden hest kook, (fuck me with your horse cock)" they said together and lowered themselves onto our hardening cocks.

"Don't know what you two said but just keep it up Sindra," Lion said.

"You too Ash," I got out as his hot ass touched my crotch. I reached up and pulled his mouth to mine and we kissed. "I don't know how to say it in Norwegian but work that tight ass.

When he squeezed his ass muscles tight I thought I was going to shoot right then and there but I held my breath and he relaxed and I came down from the brink.

"Be careful what you wish for you tool pase, (stupid penis)," Ash said.

Sindra giggled and I knew it wasn't as nice as the first bit in Norwegian.

The two young lovers started moving up and down in unison, slowly fucking themselves on Lion and my cocks. The two of us moaned in perfect harmony as well.

People say you don't get anything worthwhile out of porn movies besides getting your rocks off, which in and of itself isn't a bad thing. But these two youngsters were proving them wrong. If you remember the last chapter started with Daniel and I watching a boy movie they sent us.

From the action Ash was giving my cock it was clear they were learning what they were watching. He was grinding his ass into my crotch as his ass muscles massaged my throbbing cock. Precum was providing a lot of lube to the extremely tight hole.

"Oh shit, Sindra you are so fucking hot," Lion moaned from next to me.

"You really do have a hest kook and I love it up my boy pussy," Sindra said.

Ash nodded at me and I pulled his face to mine and we kissed as his ass relaxed and my breathing calmed a tiny bit. He sat up and I started stroking the respectable three inches bobbing in front of me.

"Oh yeah, feels good," Ash said.

"Everything about you feels good," I said and ran my other hand through his black hair. "Very good."

Ash started to leak precum and my first instinct was to use it as lube. Instead I wiped it off on my finger and brought the youthful nectar to my lips. Both youngsters started moving at a faster pace and I knew it wouldn't take much longer.

"Oh you're so fucking hot," Lion shouted, "make me shoot up your hot ass. Ash and Sindra leaned over and kissed deeply as their ass muscles continued to work. It made the whole experience much more intense. I looked over at my lover and blew him a kiss…seconds later I blew my load up Ash's ass.

Followed nanoseconds later by the first splash of his cum on my chest. When we were both sated I pulled him down to me and we kissed, long and hard. To the right of us my Daniel and his Sindra were matching our every move. "That was great," I whispered, "even if I am a tool pase."

Ash giggled and shook his head, "you are not a stupid penis."

"All men are stupid penises when it comes to cute boys like you."

Shawn and Chris brought the four of us breakfast-in-bed about ten. Later than I figured but earlier than I needed much less wanted. Each plate held scrambled eggs, three buttermilk pancakes loaded with butter, hash browns and sausage.

After we were all served the two naked busboys, turned, shook their buns and walked to the door.

"And Mrs. Jorgenson says to eat up and get your clean and washed butts down there quickly," Shawn said.

"Hey, it's my birthday," Daniel said.

"Your mother made both of us work on our birthdays so you're not getting any sympathy from us," Chris said and darted out the door.

Daniel and my mouths dropped as we stared at each other.

"Why you looking like that?" Ash said.

"Chris said that?" I said.

"Demon must have taken over."

"About time too," I said and we started laughing till Sindra punched Daniel in the stomach.

"What's so weird?" Sindra said.

"Chris never talks back like that. From the day we picked them up he's been the quiet shy one of the pair. Never speaks up like that," I said.

"Well, in bed he does," Daniel said, and I threw a sausage at him.

I expected him to throw it back but he ate it instead. Instantly I realized if I didn't start eating three teen vacuum cleaners would demolish their plates and descend on mine before I had what I wanted.

Came close but I finished the eggs and half the pancakes before my plate was grabbed out of my hands. It was returned with a single sausage. I gobbled it down before they changed their mind then headed to the bathroom.

Except for Margaret, her boyfriend and parents, who happen to be Daniel's Uncle and Aunt, everybody coming for the party was there and helping out by the time the four of us got down.

"Well for four people who slept in you look all tuckered out," Lois Jensen said.

"We stayed up late, uh, talking," Sindra said. "This first time we've met in real world."

"If that's what you call talking Roger and I are moving into Mom and Dad's room after they leave. We need some peace and quiet you know," Benjy said.

"Yep, you two will get up with the sun, do the chores, fish in the afternoon and get to sleep early," I said.

"Speaking of chores I need you boys down by the dock for a few minutes," Clark said.

The family party started quiet and stayed that way. Even the perpetually horny Frankie enjoyed the quiet time with his three brothers.

One funny moment came when we had to explain to the two Norwegians that it was too cold to go swimming even if it was 'hot.' Air temperature of fifty-five [13 °C] and the lake was way colder than that. So they settled for working on their tans. After a while some of the younger boys, Frankie, Tad, Keith, Shawn and Chris sat around Sindra and Ash. They were enthralled with tales of the great white north. After all these were boys who considered a half-inch [12 mm] of snow a blizzard. From what drifted over to where the birthday boy and I sat with most of the others some was fact some was legend and some pure fantasy.

Matt and Mike Snitz drifted off onto the dock with Scott and Frank. Cody and Justin got directions and headed off for a hike. Benjy led Roger off somewhere. Aaron took his girl in yet another direction. Daniel and I just sat on the deck as various combinations came and joined us and moved on. The food was basic, good and plentiful.

Somewhere around four we stopped cooking lunch and started supper about seven. Two seconds after the first steak hit the grill the first ravenous teen asked if it was done. By that time everybody was either on the porch or within a couple feet of it. While no lions or tigers and very few bears there was other wild life nobody wanted to become personally acquainted with.

We ate inside and before dessert Daniel opened his birthday presents. A couple things we needed around the house, some clothes including a Razorback's soccer uniform from the Snitz brothers, he immediately put the jersey on.

"Danny, you look so good in that. Wish that dream could have worked out," his mother said as he turned around and showed it off.

"I know Mom, but you and Dad always wanted us kids involved in the business and we are in ways we never would have been at our ages. In fact we've gotten you a present. Do you have it with you Benjy?"

"In my room. I'll be right back and don't cut the cake, I'm starving."

We all laughed as the youngest Jorgenson boy ran up the stairs. Seconds later he was back and handed an envelope to Daniel who gave it to Aaron who handed it to the youngest and only girl Christine.

"Mom, Dad, it's our turn to give you something. Something you haven't had in a long time and need and deserve," Christine said and handed her mother the envelope.

Francis opened it and pulled out sets of tickets and paperwork and she and her husband started looking at it.

"It's nonrefundable, nontransferable, non-exchangeable and you leave in two weeks on ten day Caribbean cruise out of Miami followed by four days at Disney World," Aaron said.

"Oh my, oh my," Francis said between tears.

"How can you afford this, first class air, top suite on the ship?" Elija said.

"Dad, you pay us all full salaries, none of us pays rent and eat most of our meals either at your house or one of the restaurants. So between all of us it was easy. Besides, you two deserve it even if we went broke getting it," Aaron said.

"Thanks kids, you didn't have to but we appreciate it," Elija said. "Now Honey, give me that before your tears wash the ink away. And if that's it for the presents I think it's time for some birthday cake.

"Just one more," I said and pulled a small box from my pocket and turned on the couch to face my love.

"Daniel, we've told each other we love each other millions of times since the week we met. And I know each time has been as true for you as it has been for me. But I decided it was time to give you something tangible, something that'll show everybody how I feel about you." I held the box out and he reached for it. "It comes with four huge words."

"Which are?" Daniel said as he put his hand over the box.

"Will you marry me?"

He jumped into my arms and the ring box fell to the ground. We hugged, cried and kissed and everybody cheered.

Roger picked the box up and gave it to Daniel then kissed him on the cheek.

"Open it," came from every direction.

Daniel took a deep breath to still his shaking hands and slowly opened it. It wasn't a regular engagement ring but a regular band with lions made from diamonds encircling it.

"Look inside," I said.

"MF and DJ Forever," Daniel whispered.

"Put it on," his mother said.

"Show us already," Christine said.

"And I thought we were going to be the first to get married," Jennifer, Aaron's girlfriend, said.

"You may be. We talked about marriage way back when Yoshi and Jeff married but we're waiting for another man and boy to get married first," I said.

"From what I hear there are a few couples around town that are seriously talking about doing it," Justin said.

"Cool," Daniel said. "We've got to call your sister and tell her."

"Who do you think got the ring? Only Vegas jewelers could make something like this."

"Way cool, still have to call her."

When Daniel sat back down the lights went off and a young boy about Christine's age brought the birthday cake in. "Lex?" Is that you?" Christine said. "Yep yep, Grams figured you could use a straight boy your age here tonight. I've missed you."

Christine walked over and helped him carry the cake, hands touching. Everybody sang, Lois cut the cake and everybody ate.

Eventually the straights headed up to bed. Except for Lex and Christine who put their coats on and went out onto the porch to get reacquainted. The rest of us headed downstairs.

When we'd originally planned this weekend we figured on this big orgy. All our friends joined together in one big daisy chain, nobody noticing whose cock was in whose mouth or ass or hand. Something changed though. There was still plenty of sex but each set of lovers was off on its own in the large room. For a while my fiancé and I just watched the other couples in their love making from the double bed facing out from one wall. The passion, caring in illuminated by actions and words.

In one corner Tad and Keith were kissing gently while right next to them Keith's big brother Cody made love to Justin. A whole different world than the day Keith showed up on their doorstep.

On the left of the bed Ash and Sindra were in a slow 69. On the other side the Trips plus little brother Frankie were in the middle of their own daisy chain. Even for the little one though it was more love than usual with them. This wasn't a performance; this wasn't just sex. This was showing love in the way they knew best.

Taking up one of the far corners Zeus, Mark and Mike were going at it hot and heavy which is really the only way any of them knows how. I caught Zeus taking a peak at Tad and knew that regardless of how much Zeus loved the two Valley Boys there would always be a want in his heart for the ex-LA streetwalker. A love he would never allow himself to express in a sexual way.

Frank and Scott were making peaceful love. The kind you make when you've reached inner peace within yourself, and so has your lover.

Roger was fucking Benjy in the middle of the floor. This time the younger boy was in the doggy position while his older partner slowly massaged his insides. Watching their relationship change and mature showed what time and basic chemistry can do. And a whole lot of love.

Shawn was sucking Chris as he fingered his lover's hole. They weren't the young boys Daniel and I found hitchhiking on our way back from New Jersey. Grown into young men, and though they didn't know it, about to get promoted and shipped over to the restaurant at the In-Boy Inn.

But then the two guys who picked them up that evening have grown a lot too. I turned on my side and looked at my Lion. Not the young but experienced fourteen year old but a grownup, a sixteen-year-old man who is everything I ever wanted. I'll ever want.

I felt a hand around a surprisingly limp cock.

"What's up with this my love?" Daniel said as he gently stroked it.

I thought for a minute.

"First I thought it might be age or being tired. But it's not. This is beautiful to watch, almost perfect ending to a perfect day. But it's not arousing."

"What would be the perfect ending?"

"Going upstairs to our room and making love in our bed."

We went and we did.

Some time midmorning coffee started brewing, bacon started frying, eggs started cooking and everybody drifted into the kitchen. A few of the boys hastily retreated when they spotted females around, deciding their usual nudity wasn't appropriate. Breakfast lasted forever as eggs were joined by homemade buttermilk biscuits then followed by pancakes and French toast. By the time I managed to stand I was glad I'd worn my sweatpants.

The day went much as Saturday had. We sat and lazed around, a rare luxury for people who don't get much time off from work. For the teens that own and run businesses like Mark and Mike, and Cody and Justin it means seven-day weeks with long hours. Even within the family we try and take one day a week off but it takes negotiating for two of us to get the same day off. Margaret, Daniel and I have it easiest since the office is closed on Sunday but the cell is almost always on and almost always gets answered.

You figure out the exceptions.

Around three we loaded up the cars and we all went into the nearby town for lunch, place called Jensen's, opened just for us by Lois and Clark's son Kent. After another marathon meal Benjy, Roger, Daniel and I headed back to the cabin for our vacation while everybody else headed home.

And a week later so did we.

Daniel and I made slow passionate love before getting out of bed Monday morning. We knew the kind of disaster awaiting us at Jorgenson Enterprises' headquarters.

And we were right. Margaret had sorted and distributed and prioritized everything in our absence. The two of us took our own high priority stack to our offices and got to work. An hour later Benjy called and said he needed us down at the Little Leather Club right away, and to pick his father up if we could.

This worried us since despite being the youngest Jorgenson boy Benjy always tried, and usually succeeded, in taking care of his end of the business by himself. Had to be major to call all three of us into it. When we pulled up in front of the club Caleb, Roy and the other masters heading in as well. Daniel, Elija and I looked at each other. What the hell was going on?

Benjy had set up a large circular table in the showroom with a phone on it. We took our seats and waited for him to stop pacing and sit down.

"Son, what's the problem? Something wrong with one of the slaves or did something go wrong?" Elija finally asked.

"No, nothing is wrong. In fact I want to start by thanking Caleb for keeping everything smooth while Roger and I were gone. And the rest of you for helping him out. It takes a load of my mind to know I can be gone like that and everything's cool."

Benjy was talking really slowly which meant he was nervous about whatever was next.

"Thanks Benjy, it was a privilege standing in for you and everybody, including the slaves, made it easy. To be honest the hardest part was apologizing to customers who came to see you."

Benjy half smiled and nodded.

"Look, let me get to why I called you here. I know you're all busy but something has come up that I need to talk to you about. By our good fortune what we do here in the Little Leather Club, all over Peckertown is legal and open. In other cities around the country and around the world there are other underground clubs that match what goes on in this building. All illegal, all very careful about whom they let in. Some masters treat their slaves as well as we do, most treat them like property that have to be well maintained to keep the customers satisfied. There are a few that don't give a fuck if the customer beats, mutilates, maims or even kills the slave.

"Also to a large degree we are all connected. A customer cleared by one club can gain admission to another a lot quicker."

"But we don't have to worry about the cops," Roy said.

"True, but it has come in handy to keep some nuts out of the private rooms. Plus anybody who comes here first is usually safe for the illegal clubs. One of the biggest, most famous and most powerful of the clubs is in New York City.

"Morgan's Leather Emporium," I said.

"You've heard of him, been there?" Elija said.

The outside of his building on the edge of the village is a huge leather shop. Anything for bikers along with the casual or serious S&M participant. He has two clubs in the back. The one I've been to is strictly adult. People I knew there hinted about the other side, the one you're talking about Benjy but I never went. Met Morgan once and he seemed a nice guy."

"Has the best reputation in the business. Not only does he have any kind of boy you want but his rooms are set up for anything the customer wants to do. On top of which the well being of his slaves comes first. Morgan has billed customers for medical treatments, banned customers and even set them up in stings with young boys if they really crossed the line. When a boy is finished either due to age or injury or just can't hack it he finds someplace for them to go where they'll be loved and have a future." [See the story Bren / Bren & Cat]

"Sounds like a good man," Daniel said.

Benjy looked around the table and took a deep breath. "In all closed circles legends grow. As there have always been boy lovers there have always been men who loved to torture boys to one end or another. In that circle, in my circle there is the legend of The One. A slave who regardless of what you do to him emerges unscarred. A slave who can heal other slaves as well with a touch of his hands.

"Captain Morgan says he has found such a boy and wants to bring him here with his brother and guard. We can use him to heal any injuries but not for shows, and we have to make sure nobody steals him. There will be honor and responsibility, may even need to set something up with Kenny for extra security."

"What's the danger?" Caleb said.

"As I said, there are masters out there who don't care about their slaves. Masters who will give anything to get their hands on the boy. Morgan is bringing him here so other masters can test his talents. I called you here to ask your approval."

"You are our master..." Roy started.

Benjy held up his hand and Roy stopped. "I can make the decision, but I need your input on this. It will mean extra work and responsibility. If it works out extra prestige for the Little Leather Club around the world."

"May even need to expand and get some more slaves," Caleb said.

"Larger, better shows mean more money for everybody," Roy said.

"More customers who can go overboard. Our boys have to come first and we can't just pull boys in off the street to be slaves," Elija said.

"I know Dad, if it was just the other issues I would have told Captain Morgan yes when he called instead of having that phone on the table."

"Get him on speaker," Elija said.

"Talk," a voice said after three rings.

"Bart, its Master Jorgenson the Captain is expecting my call," Benjy said.

"One moment Sir," Bart said and we were put on hold. Instead of music we were greeted by sounds of boys begging and screaming.

"Benjy, how are you?"

"Fine Captain, and how are you?"

"Good, what can I do for you?"

"I'm here with my father and Marc Fogel the general manager of Jorgenson Enterprises. I've explained your proposal and I think they have a couple of questions."

"Marc Fogel, name sounds familiar."

"I was a guest of your adult establishment a couple of times before I moved to Peckertown. Very enjoyable experiences," I said.

"So I see, and now you're working for my competition."

"Thank you for the complement Captain. I'd like to think we care for our boys as much as you care for ours," Elija said.

"Mr. Jorgenson I presume, an honor and a privilege. Your son is a rising star in our industry. And your family's concern is the reason I asked Benjy to host this meeting. That plus the security arrangements you made during the movie shoot and when Aaron and Harley come to stay. I'll be honest here, Timmy is very important to me and not just because of his talents and special abilities. He and his older brother have touched someplace special inside of me. And as you can imagine Sir that's not something I can afford to do to often."

"I know, my son has learned to walk that line. Especially at the beginning when we lost some of the boys to AIDS. I've really got only one question."

"I'll be honest with you Sir."

"First call me Elija, can't get used to Sir. What are the dangers we face?"

"You'll have to lay out ground rules about your slaves and the regular whores. The main danger comes from a couple of masters who frankly don't give a fuck about their boys but who I can't get excluded. There's one based in South America that I'm especially worried about but I don't know if he's coming or not."

"That's what I figured talking to Kenny about Dad. Maintain an inner perimeter around the Captain and his party. Did a good job with Aaron the last time."

Elija reached over and hit the mute button. "You want this son?"

Benjy nodded and Elija hit the mute button again.

"Morgan, you're on. Coordinate everything with Benjy and Marc."

"Thanks Elija, looking forward to meeting all of you real soon."

"Thanks Captain, I'll call you later today," Benjy said.

"Take care boy, I'll be here for another four hours," Morgan said and hung up.

"Good work Benjy," Elija said.

Benjy beamed.

"You're the point man on this but work with Marc and don't agree to anything final until you go over it with him. Morgan may be a good man but he's still running an illegal operation. Don't know who he's in league with."

I thought about an old high school classmate and scribbled a note to call him.

The meeting broke up and after Benjy and I set up a meeting for the next day the three of us headed back to the office. Daniel drove and I sat in the back seat so Elija could enjoy the thrill of being up front. My mind sped through all the events of the past few weeks and how people's lives have changed.

Even Lion's and mine. The only visible change is the ring he never takes off but we've both felt a positive shift in our relationship, in our love for each other since I slipped the ring onto his finger. It's amazing how much four little words can change things.

Then the real important words are those three little words adding up to eight letters. Frank and Scott are closer than ever now that both have dumped the inner baggage that was destroying them. Benjy and Roger became closer after their first week together without any role-playing.

While there is no sex in this episode there is mild consensual S&M action involving teen boys. The web site referred to is fictional.

D2's Mystery As told by Caleb, Assistant Slave Master

This happened while Slave Master Benjy was away on vacation. He has given me permission to relay the events. Told me to write it and Marc Fogel would proof it before it got posted.

It all started about two that Monday. The lunch show had just emptied except for the customers taking slaves to the private rooms when this guy walked in. Definitely didn't look like one of our regular customers so I sent Wang over to take care of him. With that New York Chinese accent he isn't always the easiest to understand but he does have the customer skills to go with his sex and martial arts skills.

After a couple of minutes he waved me over. I finished drying myself off and slipped a shirt on. Walking over I realized the guy was in his late forties, thin but still out of shape and looking haggard. Hoped he wasn't looking for a snuff scene with him being the victim.

Wang gave a semi-bow, "Master Caleb this is Mr. Damien Robinson from Iowa. He has come looking for his son, says he's a slave here."

I nodded back, "Thank you Wang, please stay."

"Can I just call you Caleb, this Master bit makes me a little uneasy even if my boy accepts it, and you can call me Damien," Mr. Robinson said.

"No problem, would you like to sit, something to drink?"

"Yes, both would be nice. A diet cola if you have it."

"Make it two Wang," I said and he headed off.

I led him to a table in the front and we sat. He looked around silently till Wang returned then took a sip.

"Thank you Caleb. As Wang said I've come to see my son. I know he works here since he sent me a couple of letters to tell me he's in Peckertown and working for the Little Leather Club. Though truth be told I didn't know what kind of club it was until now."

"Does he know you're coming?"

"No."

"Why is he here?" I said. That may sound like a harsh question to ask a parent but as you know by now we take good care of our employees. If his son really worked for us and didn't want to see his father, he wouldn't.

"Old story you've probably heard a million times. May even be your own story. D2, what we call Damien Jr., is fourteen now and came out to his mother and me a year ago. I was upset, worried and very unsure but tried to keep my head. His mother went off the wall as soon as he convinced her it wasn't some bad joke."

"The fire and brimstone routine?" I said trying to make it easier.

"Even sent for the Catholic priest to perform an exorcism, and we're Baptist. The priest told her no and I tried to get her to calm down but she did and said everything. Including accusing me, what were her words, of 'being a child raping faggot who had raped her baby boy and made him a flaming fruit.'"

"Did you? Have sex with your son?"

"Her I slapped, you I'll say no because I understand your concern. Even in the middle of Iowa I'd heard enough of why boys became gay, or born that way, to understand. To top it off my wife told everybody so his life became miserable, hell really. Then that TIME article came out and I left it on his bed.

"'Dad, do you want me to leave?' he asked me. I told him no but if he wanted to I'd pay his way to Peckertown."

"Wow," Wang and I said together.

"You're right, it is an old story but that's an unusual twist to it. Do you have a picture of D2?" I said.

He brought two out and they matched the slave I'd figured. In fact he was in a private room right then getting his ass whipped and fucked by a regular.

"Does your wife know you're here?"

"No, we separated two months ago. This drove us apart," Mr. Robinson said.

"Damien, this is how this is going to work. Cooperate or you won't see your son. If he doesn't want to see you then you won't."

"Fine."

"Come to the eight o'clock show tonight. You don't have to do anything with any boy if you don't want to, but you have to come with an open mind. D2 will not be here. Return here this time tomorrow and we'll talk some more."

He finished his soda. "Fine, but no front row seat please. Someplace near the wall so I don't ruin your other customers time if it gets too much for me."

"Deal. Now go look around town and see what your son's hometown has to offer."

We shook hands, he left and I went and called Mr. Jorgenson and got his approval of the way I was handling it. By the time D2 was finished with his customer he was in no condition to talk. I told him he had the night off but he had to stay in the barracks when he wasn't working. He started to ask why but when I raised my hand to slap him he shut up. Two of the senior slaves led him to the bus with my orders for today's housemaster.

For the first time ever I sat behind Benjy's desk and booted up his computer. The PC holds records of every slave that has ever worked for the Little Leather Club. If you're new to the tales of our fair city you should know slave is a job title and not a condition of involuntary servitude. In fact it is totally voluntary and the boys can leave at will. While they are with us though they give us their loyalty and obedience without question. We take care of all their needs and they keep all tips. The money's kept in individual savings accounts at the Peckertown bank so there's no risk of theft or disputes over whose money it is.

With the PC finally up I went into the database and pulled up D2's file. Just so you know I'm not just adopting his father's name it is what he calls himself. Of course the first boy called him R2D2 D2 ended up in the infirmary while D2 got five lashes for fighting, five I gave him. And that was a two-punch affair, both by D2. The biography he'd supplied matched his father's story, which was a good sign. I called Sheriff Waters and asked him to do a check on Mr. Robinson. He promised me he'd have something before two on Tuesday.

There was a soft knock on the door.

"Come in," I said and Roy stuck his head in.

"Everything ok boss man?"

"Get me a beer and I'll tell you what's up."

"Permission to get one for myself Sir."

I gave him the finger and waited. Minutes later he returned with four beers on the tray.

"Figured if you were in here then you needed more than one and I know how you hate to drink alone."

I nodded, drank half the first one, and gave him the finger again. Then I told him the story. By the time I was halfway through he had a puzzled look on his face.

"What's wrong Roy?"

"You're sure this is our D2 we're talking about?"

"Pictures right and the story matches the one in the computer."

"Something's not right. D2 signed up for the contact program so he could let his folks know where he was and how he could be reached in an emergency. Four months ago I took a call from his mother, or at least someone saying she was his mother who said his father was dead. Dead of a heart attack because God struck him down because he'd condoned his son's wicked ways."

"Damn it. What the fuck is going on? Just glad D2 was busy so I didn't put them together right away. Get Wang and tell him to take a phone and go looking for the father and then call the hotels and see where he's staying. Then get back here.

Roy nodded and left with his second beer. I finished mine as I hit the speed dial for the barracks. I gave them a description of the guy and told them under no circumstances to let him in. Guy gave them problem to call the police. Which is exactly what I did.

"I was about to call you Caleb," Sheriff Waters said, "Something's really fishy about this one."

"Let me guess, Mr. Robinson's dead from a heart attack four months ago."

"Almost, he's dead alright but it was from a bullet to the head two months ago, though I guess that'll give you a heart attack if you live long enough."

"Any doubts to the identity?"

"None, enough of the face was left plus fingerprints and dental records. Thing is everybody knows the wife had something to do with it but she has an ironclad alibi."

"Let's hear it," I said.

"Front row of a lecture being given by the chief of police on spousal abuse. There when the call came in about a shooting on Main St. The good news is that the chief is emailing me some pics so why don't you come down and take a look."

"Fine, I'll be there as soon as I can. The boy's safe in the barracks and doesn't know anything. Wang knows what he looks like and I have him wondering around trying to spot him and watch him. He'll call in if he makes contact. Barracks have instructions to call you if he shows up there and causes trouble."

Roy walked in and handed me a note.

"Sheriff, he's supposed to be staying at the Jorgenson Inn but they don't know if he's there or not."

"Good work son, if you ever want to become a detective let me know."

I laughed, "Me take orders?"

We both laughed and hung up. I pointed at the chair opposite me and Roy sat and I briefed him on the latest developments.

"I'm going to run over to Waters' office now. You wait here in case Wang calls or anybody shows up. I want Wang at the door tonight since he knows the guy and have him seat Robinson at a table near the door. I want Paulo to be his slave. Tell him it's going to be an easy night and we'll make up for any lost tips."

"Tell Paulo what's up?" Roy said.

"In private and tell him to keep his mouth shut if he knows what's good for his slave ass. Can you get to your email account here at the club?"

"Yeah, with hotmail you can log in from anywhere."

"If there's a match I'll forward it to you and I'll be back as soon as I can. You're in charge."

As I left the club my lover Matt pulled up outside. "Got time for a snack honey?" he said.

"Not right now but you can drive me over to the sheriff's office and wait. Maybe after if you've got the time."

"All the time you need. You ok love?"

I sighed. "Something's came up that's not in the usual scope of things and I'm trying to make sure it doesn't blow up," I said and gave him the abridged version.

"That sounds totally wacko," he said as I finished. Second later my cell rang.

"Hello," I said.

"Master Caleb, it's Wang. I've found him. He just entered the Jorgenson Inn and went to Cody's to eat."

"Great, I'm almost at the sheriff's office. Get hold of Sergeant and have him put a man on him even if he leaves the hotel. Robinson, or whoever he is, knows you. Watch the door and if he leaves let me know instantly."

"Should I follow?"

"No, leave that to hotel security. Just contact me."

"Yes Master Caleb," Wang said and disconnected as we pulled up in front of the office.

"You want me to come in?" Matt said.

"Yeah, I'd like that love," I said, leaned over and kissed him on the lips before getting out of the car.

"Howdy boys, got here just at the right time," Waters said and handed me three pictures. "Right off the printer so careful you don't smudge them. Any of them a match?"

I handed one back almost immediately. "That's him, no question and according to Wang he's at the Jorgenson Inn right now. Have hotel security keeping an eye on him."

"Good job," Waters said.

"Something doesn't make sense," Matt said.

"What son?" Waters said.

"Caleb, you said he told you he'd just got here but I've seen him around town for at least two weeks. Heard him at Wayne's Pizza and if it's the same guy his accent is more Brooklyn than Dubuque."

"I've got you beat, that's his dead father according to Sheriff Jefferson, he held up a finger before either one of us could say anything. "Albert, get Sheriff Jefferson on the line again."

"Yes Sir," said the young deputy.

"Sir, are you sure you matched the pics with the right names? Or they could have," Matt said.

"Pick up Sir, they're patching you through to his car," Albert said.

Waters put the phone on speaker and turned the volume up while we listened to clicks originating about 750 miles [1200 km] north."

"Hey Whitey, hope you've got good news," Sheriff Jefferson said.

"Depends, I'm looking at the third picture you sent. Thin face, guy in his forties with short hair in a sever widow's peak."

"Scar on his left cheek?"

"Yep, that's the one," Jefferson said. "If that's the one they picked throw them in jail overnight so they won't bust your balls again."

"Sir, this is Caleb Anderson. I talked to this man myself this morning with one of my managers. He's got him under observation right this minute so it seems either somebody fooled you or somebody's going to an awful lot of trouble to fool D2."

"Probably the latter," Sheriff Jefferson finally said. "D2 is the last of the family line. Not only was it a total scandal when he was outed but when his father died it left ownership of the family business up in the air. Right now he's worth about five million and if he returns and claims his estate it goes to twenty."

"Holy shit," I said. "But why pull a double like this? I know I'm young but it doesn't make any sense."

"Tommy, who gets the money if D2's dead?" Waters said.

"Then and only then does it go to his mother. Court said she needs custody to be his guardian."

"Get him up there and she gets three to four years to drain the business and/or come up with a scheme to delay his taking control," Waters said.

"And from what he told us when he applied to work for us that's what she'd do. The way he tells it she's the reason he ended up here," I said.

"Oh that's the story all right," Sheriff Jefferson said. "One thing we've got to consider is whether your D2 is the real one. Do you have a picture you can send me?"

I looked at Matt and we started giggling. "Sheriff, do you have a laptop with you with a mobile modem?"

"Yes, give me a second."

"Matt, call the barracks and tell them to get D2 into a pair of shorts and in front of the camera. Tell them to tell him I'll personally explain everything as soon as I can."

"Ok, everything's up and loaded," Jefferson said."

"Go to www.littleleatherclub.com/barracks/camera."

"Asking for a password."

"CalebMatt, and I know this isn't necessary, but please don't give either the URL or the password out. This is a security system not a sales site."

I was logging in on the police computer with my other password.

"Understood. There are about twenty boys milling around and they're all naked."

"What you're seeing is the barracks where the workers at the Little Leather Club work. And I want to assure you that they're all there voluntarily and can leave whenever they want."

"Glad to hear it from you but Sheriff Waters explained it to me earlier. Now where's D2?"

"Getting some clothes on him sir."

"Didn't have to bother. I busted him for skinny dipping when he was ten. Took him home that way too."

At that point the screen cleared and the boy we knew as D2 came in front of the camera. He stepped back so his head and torso were on view.

"Looks like him except for a couple of new scars that I guess he got there."

"Probably, we watch over the boys but it's part of the job," I said.

"Can I talk to him?"

"Not directly but if you have a question I can relay it."

"Ask him about skinny dipping up here."

I took the phone from Matt and then had Johnny give the phone to D2.

"D2, this is Master Caleb."

"Sir, if I may, what is this all about?"

"I'll be out there a little later and I'll tell you then. I promise."

"Yes Sir. What do you want me to do?"

"Tell me about skinny dipping when you were ten back home."

There was a smile on the screen. "Some of my friends dared me to do it and you can't back down can you?"

"Not easily," I said.

"So we went out to the local watering hole and we're having fun when the fucking sheriff shows up himself and busts us all. Took us home naked too. Didn't give us our clothes back until we were inside the house and in front of our parents. You can imagine how my mother took it."

"Oh yeah, about as well as mine did when I was twelve. And ten lashes if you repeat that," I said.

"Of course Sir. Anything else?"

"Hold on," I put the phone down and repeated the conversation, leaving out the 'fucking.'

"Tell him to moon the camera, making sure he shows the left cheek."

I relayed the information and it almost looked like he blushed. Did it without hesitation naturally.

"Damn it, it is him. That's a family birthmark topped with a scar from a car crash. And don't even ask for that explanation."

I thanked D2 and repeated my promise before hanging up with him. On the computer monitor I saw the other slaves questioning him.

"Any suggestions Jefferson?" Waters said.

"I'm arranging for a plane to get there. Where's the nearest airport?"

"Commercial or private?"

"Private, we have a small commercial jet at our disposal."

"We've got our own strip that will handle that. Let me know when you're ready to takeoff and I'll give your pilot everything."

"Sirs, this guy is due at our eight o'clock show. D2 will not be there. The performance starts fifteen minutes later so if you have any instructions please get them to me before. Now I've got rehearsal and a couple of errands before then so I'm going to go unless you need me to stay," I said.

"No, go ahead and thanks Caleb. I'll try and give you a call about 7:30," Waters said.

"See you tonight," Jefferson.

Matt and I left and stopped at the deli for sandwiches and soda pops.

"You going to tell him everything?" Matt said.

"Not going to lie, I can't do that once I promise the truth. Can't lose credibility or they won't trust a master to do the right thing. What bothers me the most right now is telling him his father was murdered and not a heart attack. That's going to be rough for him."

"Rough for you too," Matt said.

"But nobody lied to me about my Dad's being gunned down. Almost surprised his mother called. Maybe making sure her son wouldn't come back. Damn, I've got one rich slave there. Maybe I should bring him into the apartment and let him be our personal…ouch," I stopped when Matt punched me in the arm. "Ok, scratch that idea."

"Good, besides if I have a slave the other apartment managers will want one," Matt said.

"None of them live with a slave master."

"True," Matt said and ran his hand up my thigh.

"Outside of just wanting to have lunch was there anything you wanted to see me about? Before the D2 mystery got in the way?"

"Just one question really."

"Which is?"

"When do we get vacation? The three of us each get two weeks a year and we just have to make sure two aren't out the same week so the others can cover the one whose out's building. So when do we get to go?"

"Let me talk it over with Benjy when he gets back but I know he's working on something big for the club so it may have to wait until next year but I promise we will get away from here for that week."

"That's all I'm asking. Maybe I'll take you home to meet Mom. You dressed in your work clothes."

"Take you to mine, you dressed in your old work clothes."

"Have to by new ones, burnt the real ones."

"Loved that fire," I said. "And I promise to come straight home after the show. Let Roy close up."

"Very cool," Matt said.

Matt and I took D2 into the master's office and I started by showing him his father's picture.

"Who's this Damien?"

"My father, where did you get this picture? Why Damien all of a sudden?"

"To me D2 is a slave and right now I need to talk to the man inside the slave. What's the last you heard from your dad?"

He leaned back and looked at the picture for a while. I started wondering if I could do this right.

"I never talked to him once he put me on the bus to come here."

"What?" Matt said.

"I came out to my parents. Dad basically accepted it but Mom flipped out big time. When I wouldn't take it back she outed me to everybody. Everything but take a full-page ad in the town paper. Dad saw the story in TIME and when it got to bad home he offered to pay my way here."

"Lucky boy, why haven't you called him?" Matt said.

Lord I loved the way he was playing the innocent act.

"You know we got the masters to institute a program where we could let our parents or somebody know where we are in case of an emergency. Well I signed up for it and like a month or so later I get a call from my mother that Dad died from a heart attack. Even said it was my fault God struck him down for supporting me. I cursed her out for five minutes but I don't know when she hung up during it." He looked at the picture again. "Can I keep this Master Caleb?"

"Of course, but I promised you the truth for everything and it's time I started. This afternoon a man looking just like that and knowing your full story walked into the club right after the show while you were in with the client. Said he was your father and wanted to see you. Seemed possible to us and we were going to talk to you and see if you wanted to see him."

"Did Mom lie?"

"Just wait, it gets weirder. You know your masters and the Jorgenson family care about all of you so the first thing we do in a case like this is call Sheriff Waters and have him do a check. I'd just done that when Master Roy walked into the office and that's when I found out your father was dead. I called the Sheriff back. Shit, I don't know how to say this but right out. Damien, your father didn't die of a heart attack. He was shot to death on Main St. in broad daylight."

"She did it, that fucking bitch killed him," Damien said.

"Didn't do it herself, has a perfect alibi."

"Then she had somebody do it."

"Even Sheriff Jefferson believes that, just no witnesses, no evidence and no suspect."

"Was that who was looking at me through the camera?"

"Yeah, wanted to take a look at the young heir. Make sure you were Damien Robinson Jr."

"Take it I passed. Did he tell you about the scar?"

"No, and it can wait. Look, you do realize you are a very rich boy and if you claim your inheritance you'll have even more. We can worry about your getting your hands on it later but right now we have to protect you."

"That's why I'm grounded?"

"Yes, and you'll get the tips you would have made tonight anyway but until this is further along you're staying here."

"Ok, but once I go back out there," he pointed out the door, "I'm back to being D2 the slave at least for now. And you will let me know what's going on?"

"Yes to both. I know this is a bit much so if you want to stay in here and think for a while it's ok."

Damien shook his head. "My friends are out there. Where I need to be. Thank you Master Caleb, Matt." He stood up, bowed and walked out. A couple kisses later we did too.

D2 was surrounded by several of the slaves as he cried on Alvin's shoulders. We stopped and watched for a moment. When one of the other boys noticed I just put my finger up to my lips and the two of us left.

"You know, just now convinced me more than anything he said or did in the room," Matt said as he started the car.

"This may be a conspiracy but doesn't mean everybody's involved except us."

"I know, I know but everything was just so convenient, easy. The way he brought up the scar, how everybody knows the story pat. How D2 sounds better educated than most of us despite coming from some backwater town in Iowa that probably has more pigs than people like the whole state."

"Yeah, but the people live longer than the pigs. You have to go back to work?"

"Not right away. What you thinking?"

"Head back to the club and I'll print out D2's files. Then you'll head onto the web and see if you can find anything."

"Like pictures of D1 and D2?"

"That would be perfect," I said and pecked him on the cheek.

By 7:30 everybody was in place. Wang was at the door greeting early customers while Roy and I checked over the slaves working that night. D2 wasn't the only one with the night off. Matt was still surfing the web and waiting for Waters to call the private line in Benjy's office. Suddenly the boys stood a little straighter and little quieter. Turning I saw Elija Jorgenson, Benjy's father and head of Jorgenson Enterprises.

"Good evening Sir. This is an honor," I said.

"My pleasure Master Caleb, Master Roy, boys. Caleb can you spare a moment in the office?"

"Yes Sir. Master Roy finish up here please then do a final review with Alvin."

"Yes Master Caleb," Roy said.

We entered Benjy's office and Matt leapt to his feet. He manages one of Mr. Jorgenson's apartment buildings.

"Good evening Mr. Jorgenson. Caleb, I was just going to send for you."

"Finally find something? Matt's been searching the web for some independent confirmation of the stories we've been given Mr. Jorgenson."

"Men, we're alone, it's Elija after all this time. You didn't trust Sheriff Waters?"

"Didn't trust Sheriff Jefferson. Plus as Caleb can tell you I love conspiracy theories and I figured there were two reasons for everybody having the same stories," Matt said.

"Truth or everybody in on it. So what did you find?" Elija said.

"First, the boy in the barracks is Damien Robinson Jr., or D2 to just about everybody since the day he was born. Even found out how he got that scar on his butt but I think I'll let him tell it when he's ready."

"Cool, that was my biggest worry," I said. "What about Mr. Robinson?"

"Remember you told me Roy said D2's mother called about four months ago? Well she only told half a lie, the father did have a serious heart attack then but recovered only to die from two bullets to the head two months ago."

"Things only get crazier. What about the money?" I said.

"That took the most digging since it's not a public company. Company's run by Mr. Robinson's handpicked heir who has D2's proxies till the boy is eighteen. And that gives him an automatic majority. The only way Mrs. Robinson gets her paws on the company is if her son dies or gets a court to give her control and as the Sheriff said she needs him there to do that. The kicker is this will is only six months old and virtually cuts her out completely outside of a very generous allowance until she remarries or moves in with the same person for six months and then it gets cut to one-third its original size," Roy said and picked up a bottle of diet cola.

"I take it there are no other children or any close relatives on the father's side?" Elija Jorgenson said.

"Nothing around or viable as far as I can tell. No one that is mentioned in the will at any rate."

"He's really worth up to twenty million?" I said.

Matt nodded. "You know, with Aaron, Harley, Kenney, the Snitz twins and I guess Powersound we have a lot of rich kids in this town."

"Glad you left mine off the list," Elija said and chuckled. "Plus you have boys like Cody and Justin who are becoming rich the old fashioned way."

"They're earning it," I said remembering the old ad slogan.

The phone rang and Matt used the speakerphone to pick the call up. "Little Leather Club, Matt speaking."

"Hi Matt, it's Sheriff Waters, Caleb there."

"Yes along with Mr. Jorgenson and you're on speaker."

"Great. Here's what we have so far. Sheriff Jefferson won't be here until morning because our field doesn't have lights for night landings. I've got two men trailing the so-called Mr. Robinson and another two going around town with his picture. One man will follow him into the club while the other waits outside. Just go along like you bought into his story one thousand percent. I talked to the State's Attorney and he says right now all we might have is an impersonation charge which might or might not stick since all we really got is your and Wang's word."

"So we wait till we see what he wants? I'm not putting D2 in danger Sheriff," I said.

"Don't worry about that. We just wait till he plays his hand a little more. I'll talk to you in the morning."

"Sounds good, take care," Mr. Jorgenson said and the line went dead.

"You staying for the show Sir?" I said.

"No way, not my scene at all. Besides the wife is waiting home with something special she's not talking about."

"I got to remember that trick to get my honey home early," Matt said.

"I promised I'm coming right home after the show so get going and get something special on the table," I said and blew him a kiss.

"Need a ride?" Elija said.

"Ok, that way I can leave mine for Caleb," Matt said.

"Great, now go, I've got to get ready for the show."

I was putting my leathers on in my office when there was a soft knock on the door.

"What," I said, a little sharper than I'd meant.

"Master Caleb, Mr. Wang says to tell you he's here," a shaken voice said.

"Thank you, tell him all is as planned."

There was no reply except moving feet. Wondered what was happening but I had to put it out of my mind. The problem with everything going on was that I hadn't been able to get a good rehearsal in. You see each performance is different. For one no slave can handle it on an everyday basis. Couple claimed they could but never gave them a chance. Besides that we try and do different things even with the same boy. When we rehearse we don't do everything but walk through it. We'll do the bondage setups to make sure they won't damage the boy by themselves as well as letting us do what we want. Benjy invented what we call the not-a-whip whip. They look and feel like the real whips but the lash is made of a soft material that gives on contact leaving no mark or injury.

I'd missed all but the last fifteen minutes giving Roy, myself and the young slave Alvin just a quick run through. I'll admit here that I get a little more protective about Alvin than a lot of the others. He's fourteen but still looks ten like he did when he showed up a year ago. He'll let us do anything we want to him. We even turned him into a human porcupine and put him on display for a week like that once. Took another week for the bruises to disappear.

Another knock and I look at the clock. "Coming."

I pick my whip off the table and check the full-length mirror. Hair lying right, open leather vest and shorts showing just the right amount of detail. My eyes follow the line of my muscular legs down to my bare feat. I'm the only master that doesn't go for the leather boots. Just feel more control in my bare feet, but then if I could get away with it I'd never wear shoes.

As I walk up the hallway I hear the theme music playing. A hard rock tune Powersound wrote and recorded just for the club. I'm bouncing on my toes when I reach the curtain and nod at Dweeb. Totally worthless as a slave but makes the backstage, lighting and timing work perfectly.

"Ready whenever you are Master Caleb," he says.

"Do it man."

He smiles, turns the lights down and signals the spot man in the rear booth. "Go."

I run through the curtain hit the mini-trampoline and do a back flip onto the stage. My whip's slashing the backs of the two slaves kneeling at the front of the stage a second after I land and the crowd goes wild. After a minute I pull them up by the hair and show their bleeding backs before sending them off.

The music stops and the crowd settled down. I look over and see the alleged Mr. Robinson with Paulo.

"Gentleman welcome to the Little Leather Club home to the fulfillment of your darkest fantasies. I hope all of you had the opportunity to experience the attractions out back before the show. I am Master Caleb and I will be your host for tonight. As usual both the masters and slaves are trained professionals so don't try this at home."

"Especially if we want to live through our prison sentences," some guy shouts from the back and gets a laugh."

"On that cheery note let's get started. To open the show let's welcome Master Roy's Whip Magic!"

I ran off and Roy walked on with two slaves who stood on each side of the stage and a third who stood behind him. The lights dimmed and the music started. It was a slow piece to start and with each cord one of Roy's two whips flashed out and struck a boy's back. Slowly the beat increased and Roy kept time till his hands were a blur and the only evidence of his hitting a boy was the new spot of blood on the slave's back.

Suddenly the music stopped and the audience went wild. The three slaves were removed and replaced with fresh ones. After checking to make sure they were fastened in the right place Roy stepped to his spot and nodded.

The lights went out and the music resumed at its frantic pace punctuated by screams of pain from the slaves and delight from the customers. The music slowed and I started bouncing on the balls of my feet to loosen up for the next act. The music stopped, the lights came on and Roy bowed. The crowd went wild as they saw the three different whip patterns on each boy's back. I trained him to be a master and I don't know how he does that.

I ran back up to the stage and patted his tight ass. "Gentlemen, give it up for Master Roy!"

He ran down the aisle and when he was halfway down a Frisbee flew at him from the left, he snapped his whip and it flew back at me. For five minutes we kept it going and then a second disk appeared and we worked both for another five till we both jumped up and caught one right before it hit our crotch.

"Once again, give it up for the whip magic of Master Roy," I said.

"Give it up for Master Caleb, your master of ceremonies," Roy said.

The customers were on their feat clapping.

"We appreciate your applause gentlemen, but we live off your tips. There will be two slaves passing through you during this intermission to collect the tips for Master Roy and the six slaves who entertained you. The next act will be in fifteen minutes so if you want to send your slave to the bar now's the time," I said and walked to the end of the bar.

Chang put a bottle of Poland Spring in front of me a second later. I watched Paulo walk over and noticed a slight limp. He stood next to me and waited for Chang to come back.

"What happened to your leg?"

"Foot, he stomped on it when he got up to applaud. I don't know who this guy is but he's into this scene big time. My back's scratched up, he's been twisting my nipples hard and he's been fingering my hole and I know he's going to stick his cock up it when I get back there."

"Sure doesn't sound like D2's dad. Has he asked about him?"

Chang took Paulo's order.

"Yes, you know the usual. How is he, does he like it here, does he have a boyfriend and a few more. I answered truthfully as you instructed Master Caleb. Anything else?"

"Just be the great slave you are."

Paulo beamed and headed back to Mr. Robinson. I went and found Roy and Alvin in the back.

"How's everything going?" Roy said.

"Fine, you two ready?"

Both nodded. Alvin had a collar and unattached wrist and ankle restraints on.

"Alvin, as soon as you've had enough collapse on the ground. If you can take some more on the back fall on your stomach. If you want us to stop fall on your back."

Alvin nodded. He only speaks when he has to despite having a wonderful voice. I also knew that Alvin like virtually all the slaves will take much more torture than they should to prove their worth to the masters and other slaves.

Dweeb came back and we nodded. When the music started I tapped Alvin on his cute bubble butt and he raced out on stage.

Wordlessly he darted back and forth, up and down the aisles like he was looking for an escape route. Whenever a customer reached a hand out he twisted just out of reach. Finally he slowed in the middle of the hall and Roy came out from the rear with his whip swirling in the air while I came onto the stage the same way.

Back and forth we danced in the aisle. Whips danced around Alvin occasionally striking him and drawing a small welt. The boy jumped onto an empty table and sprang over me and headed to the stage with the two of us in pursuit. I leapt on stage left while Roy took the right with Alvin in between.

Now we could start the serious whip work.

We moved to the music, whips flicking out and cracking against Alvin's pure white skin. No matter how many shows or customers or how much training he always healed cleanly. Which is just fine with me, I just love a clean canvas.

Taking our time Roy and I used welts and blood as our paints. Alvin kept darting around the stage. We turned and followed. The hardest part was not hitting each other. I can't give you a blow-by-blow description of this act better than I have.

Time went by, at least twenty minutes, and my arms were feeling heavy when Alvin fell to his hands and knees and then to his stomach. Roy and I looked at each other and I flashed five fingers at him and five at me. We took turns from each end and then kicked him over on his back.

When his raw back hit the floor he howled. I raised my hand and the lights went out.

The crowd went nuts.

Roy and I caught our breaths then lifted Alvin to his feet. He made an x over his crotch, the slave's code for no sex at the end of the act. We both copied the motion to let him know we saw. The crowd might be disappointed but I don't think any of us was up to it.

Besides, I did have Matt waiting at home.

I snapped the whip and the lights came back on and we bowed to the audience. I gave Alvin his basket and he went out into the audience to collect his applause, tips and gropes. When he was safely on his way I headed over to Mr. Robinson.

Paulo stood at my approach and that devoted father's cum covered cock popped out of the slave's ass. Mr. Robinson stood and shoved his cock back in his pants.

"I see you enjoyed the show Mr. Robinson," I said.

"Have to be dead not to, though I'm sure glad you don't videotape the audience. Hate to see it get back to the home office or the wife."

"Glad to hear it, hope you appreciate what your son sees in it. It's not an easy life for the boys but we take care of them, protect them." I didn't mention that we had videotaped him.

"Good to hear. Especially if he doesn't want to come home with me and I know I can't force him. Have you talked to him? Does he want to see me tomorrow?" Damien Robinson Sr. said.

"I talked to him this afternoon and he's thinking about it. Confused right now I guess but my hunch is the answer'll be yes."

"Great, so I'll be back here after the lunch show tomorrow. And while I appreciate the cover and drinks being on the house I insist on tipping Paulo. He was really great," he said as he reached for his wallet.

Paulo smiled.

"Be my guest, Paulo is one of our best slaves," I said.

Robinson gave Paulo a fifty, ruffled his hair and walked out.

"You ok boy?" I said.

"Yes master, though I earned this fifty more than some bigger tips. Something not right with him. Not sure I'd let D2 alone with him."

"He'll never be as alone as that guy thinks. Now go get the bus back to the barracks. And thanks."

"Anything you need I am your slave Master Caleb," Paulo said, bowed and turned.

"Anything?" Roy said softly.

Not softly enough as Paulo wiggled his hot butt as he walked out the door.

"You've got the comm. Roy. I promised a certain young man I'd be home early tonight."

"Enjoy, see you tomorrow."

***

Matt greeted me wearing a shear kimono that left about as much to the imagination as a slave's outfit. We kissed long and hard before I went and showered. He'd left a matching kimono for me and when I emerged from the bedroom dinner was on the table.

The food was great and the sex was better. Enough said. And if you don't like it remember who's writing this.

***

The sun was shining brightly when the phone rang at nine Tuesday morning.

"Caleb, it's Albert. Sheriff wants to know if you can be at headquarters at ten and bring D2 and whoever else you want with you?"

"Tell him as close as I can. Did Sheriff Jefferson make it in?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good, see you," I said.

I poked Matt in the side. "You got work to do or do you want to see this through?"

He pecked me on the cheek. "I gather from the question you want me along so I'll come. How long do I have?"

"Sheriff wants us at the station at ten and we have to pick D2 up first. I'll have Roy and Wang meet us there. Figure forty-five minutes."

"Cool, let me shower first and I can make a tour before we have to leave."

He jumped out of bed and I watched his sexy butt till the bathroom door closed. I went to the kitchen and poured the orange juice while I made the phone calls. I'd finished by the time my partner walked in fully dressed.

"Dress nice and not in work clothes, including something on your feet. Don't want to leave Sheriff Jefferson with the wrong first impression," Matt said.

I stuck my tongue out and took my shower. The advantage of an older lover is experience, and of course he was right. I was representing Jorgenson Enterprises and not just the club. Which reminded me to call Elija on his cell as soon as I dried off.

We picked D2 up at ten. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sneakers without socks. A little light for November, even in southeast Arkansas but about all we have for the slaves. He was rubbing his neck as he walked down the front steps and looked clearly uncomfortable.

"Master Caleb, can I please wear a collar of some kind? This is weird not having one on."

"You always wear one don't you?"

He nodded.

"Do you have a simple plain one?"

"Yes Sir, plain black leather with a Velcro catch."

"Fine, but hurry."

"Thank you Master Caleb," D2 said and ran back inside.

He was back out in two minutes a lot happier as he slid into the back seat.

"Sheriff Waters and Sheriff Jefferson will be running this meeting but you have full say Damien. As far as this goes you are not a slave."

"Ok, but can you keep it D2 Sir? Nobody's ever called me Damien."

"Nobody?" Matt said.

"Only the bitch when she was mad at me. You know the Damien Augustus Robinson routine."

"Augustus?"

"I am a junior," D2 said and we all laughed as Matt pulled into the police parking lot. Roy and Wang were waiting outside. Roy had a box of donuts with him and my stomach rumbled in greeting.

"Can you wait till we get inside?" Roy said.

"Yeah, but before we go in remember if you have a question or something to contribute go ahead without waiting for my permission but all decisions are mine and D2's. As I told him he's not a slave as far as this is concerned. Any questions?"

Nods all around.

"D2, if anything isn't right or you need a break just ask to go to the bathroom and I'll take you so we can discuss it privately."

"Yes Sir."

We entered and I got my first look at Sheriff Jefferson. A tall older man with graying hair with an air of getting his own way. I turned to look at D2's reaction and wondered if Matt's love of conspiracies was infecting me.

"Hi Sheriff," D2 said and I think everybody let out their breath.

"Hello D2, good to see you again. Lord you've grown and look more like your father than before, God rest his soul."

"He's really dead then? Murdered like Master Caleb said?" D2 nodded toward me.

"I'm afraid so son, but he died instantly and didn't suffer. Whoever did the shooting was good. And good enough to get away clean and you know how I felt about your father. Did everything I could, including some I shouldn't have."

"Did he ever talk about me since I left?"

"Every time we met he talked about coming down here to see you. Just hadn't figured out how to do it without everybody finding out. I guess you can understand that."

"Sure do, just wish he had. Only one I missed from up north, no offense Sheriff," D2 said.

"None taken, now let's sit down and have some of those fresh donuts and figure out what's going on now."

The meeting lasted over an hour before we all headed over to the Little Leather Club. I have to give the boy credit; D2 sat right through and participated. By the time we were through he was comfortable with the plan.

Wang took the two sheriffs and D2 up the back entrance to the private room. It's got a perfect view of the entire club but from the club it looks like part of the lights and sound booth. Today Scotty was doing the opening act and Roy the main show. I hung out in the showroom till the show started and then walked around to make sure everything was in order and going smoothly. I ended up in my office and leaned back in my chair to wait.

I must have dozed off because the next thing I knew a hand was gently tapping my shoulder. It was a nervous Dweeb.

"Show's over in five minutes Master Caleb. You said to let you know."

"Thanks Dweeb, and don't be afraid, not telling me cause I was sleeping would have been a lot worse."

He smiled, bowed and left while I stood and straightened up. Not sure how long I slept but I felt a lot better. I picked up my whip and headed backstage.

Roy was finishing up with a few added flourishes. He'd been a bitch to train but worth it. Master Benjy has an aura around him that none of the other masters, including myself, come close to. His peers know he's only twelve but they don't treat him like a kid, at least more than once. I've got my own talents as does Scotty and the other masters both on and off the stage. Roy though has magic on stage that's special. Knows exactly how far he can go with a slave, even when working three or more. Only Benjy's better with the whip but it's the flair, the flash Roy uses that sets him apart.

When he dropped the whip and bent down hands on knees the crowd gave him a standing ovation.

I walked on stage and cracked my whip in the air. "Gentlemen, once again give it up for Master Roy. We appreciate your applause gentlemen, but we live off your tips. There will be two slaves passing through to collect the tips for Master Roy and the slaves who entertained you. See y'all next time."

Roy and I walked over to the bar and Chang put a bottle of water in front of each of us. I sipped as Roy downed half in one gulp. Watched as some customers left while others headed back to the private room with the slave of their choice. It was 2:13 when Mr. Robinson walked in and up to the bar.

"Caleb, sorry I'm late," he stopped and looked at Roy, "Roy isn't it? I'm D2's dad. You put quite a show on last night. Really got into it to my surprise."

"Thanks Sir, always a pleasure to meet one of our slave's parents. Doesn't happen near enough. So how do you like our fair city?"

"Nothing like I expected, even after reading the articles. Lot better than I hoped, and talking with and fucking Paulo last night really opened my eyes." He laughed, "Did I really say that?"

"Yeah, just hope you don't start up with D2 if he goes home with you," I said. Not that there was a chance in hell of that happening.

"Never, I mean Paulo's one thing but my son, I couldn't. Speaking of D2, can I see him? Does he want to see me?"

The tone, attitude was right and might have fooled me if I didn't know better. He wanted D2 all right, but for a different reason.

"Yes, but he wants me to stay, at least for the first part," I said.

"And as you said it's under his rules so I've got no problem with that."

I nodded at Roy who headed to the back while I had Wang pour a diet coke for Mr. Robinson and led him to a table.

"Caleb, if he wants to come home with me what will it take to buy his freedom. I'm a rich man so money's no problem."

"Your son became a slave of his own free will and he can leave at his own choosing. It's only in between that we control him. But I warn you if you try and take him by force you will spend time in the jail wing of the hospital before you're booked for attempted kidnapping."

"Whoa Caleb, we don't need to go there," Mr. Robinson, or whoever he was, said.

"Good, now if you turn around you'll see your son walking up the aisle."

He stood and turned as I moved to his side. The smile on his face was big as can be. D2 sold it equally well, if not better because this guy really did want to see the boy.

"Dad, is it really you?" D2 yelled as he ran up and hugged the man.

"Yes, sorry it's taken so long but until I dumped that bitch and could hide behind the right business trip it just wasn't possible. But man, you've grown from a little boy to a young man since I put you on that bus. Look at those muscles and you must be a good four inches [10 cm] taller."

"Thanks pops, my masters take good care of me. I like my life here. It's hard but I feel good and I make my customers feel good and you always said that making a customer happy is the most important thing in business," D2 said.

"Very true, as long as you make money at it too. Do they really let you keep your tips?"

"Yep, all of them and don't charge us for food or anything. So how's everything back home?"

"Moved out of the house two months ago and it felt like a ton off my back. Business is growing. The only thing missing is you. I'd like you to come home with me."

"Wow, but I don't know. It wasn't just Mom you know, the whole town turned on me. Couldn't go back to school there."

"With you there we can work to bring Iowa into the 21st Century."

"I'd really consider it, I really would except for one thing," D2 said.

"What's that?"

"You're not my father. He was murdered two months ago. So who in the name of God are you?"

"I don't know what you're talking about D2, I'm your father. Did these masters of yours put this idiot idea in your head? Damn it I knew I shouldn't trust them."

"They didn't put the idea into his head. I told him the truth," Sheriff Jefferson said. "Now answer the boy's question. Who the hell are you?"

The man turned and stared. Then started laughing. "Tom Jefferson, how'd you get them to make you Sheriff? And I don't think you really need to ask who I am."

Now it was Sheriff Jefferson's turn to stare and I got the feeling that something a lot deeper was about to open.

"Jeremiah Octavius Robinson! Now I really want to know what the hell you're doing here?"

"Caleb, can we push a couple tables together and get some pitchers of whatever everybody wants to drink? This may take a little while," Jeremiah Robinson said.

I looked over at Whitey who nodded.

"Roy, Wang, D2 move the tables. Chang come take orders and after you fill them go check the inventory."

Everybody moved and I didn't take my eyes off this member of the Robinson clan. Jeremiah and Jefferson kept eyeing each other and I couldn't track what their eyes said. D2 sat between Roy and Wang where he could see the two men and me. His eyes were easy, confused and nervous. Finally we were served and alone.

"Jeremiah, the last I saw of you was thirty years ago and you were running out of town your family's money ahead of a lynch mob. Far as I know nobody from home's heard from you in all this time, not even your folks."

"Thirty-two actually since then. Well before my cousin here was a concept in his father's eye. Did your Dad ever mention me D2? One point we were closer than close."

"Remember asking him once a little before I came down here if there were any family I could go to. Took a long time before he told me no and I thought that strange."

"Got the family brains, sense and if you're really happy working here the family guts too. And I didn't run Tom I was shoved out by two people I loved, my father and Damien."

"What's my father got to do with all this?" D2 said.

"This all took place the summer of 1968. I was seventeen and the town's disgrace. Now they call them punks then it was hoods and I dressed the part. Jeans, tee shirt with a pack of Marlboro's tucked in the sleeve and a leather jacket. Damien just turned fifteen and was the model student, perfect in every way. People figured the only reason he had anything to do with me was because I was his only relative his age. There was a lot more than that to our relationship and each of us."

"You were caught raping his ass Jeremiah," Jefferson said.

D2 jumped up from his chair but Roy grabbed him and shoved him down.

He turned to face D2. "That's the thing cousin, I wasn't raping him and if we'd been caught twenty minutes earlier they would have found him fucking my ass. We'd been doing it for two years but we knew that instant I had to take the blame. Town couldn't tolerate faggots then any better than now plus it being the heirs to the biggest employer in the area. No, I had to be the evil rapist and leave town never to return or go to jail for life."

"Your lying, everybody said Damien was screaming when they found you."

Matt chuckled and I gave him a dirty look but giggled to. Roy, Wang and D2 joined in as well.

"You laugh at rape? I thought you masters cared about the boys."

"Sorry Sheriff, but I presume you've never been fucked in the ass. There can be some pain, there can also be screams of delight as your prostate gland is being rubbed back and forth," Matt said.

"And did he love to scream during sex. One other thing Tom, I kept in touch with my father and Damien by mail until they died. And since I'm the one revealing secrets the truth is I went and saw Damien in the hospital when he had his heart attack."

"What?" D2 and Jefferson said.

"How was he?" D2 said.

"Impossible, we kept track of everybody who went in and out of his room," Sheriff Jefferson said.

"Why?" D2 said turning toward the Sheriff.

"As you can imagine things went downhill with your mother."

"She's not my mother."

"Well their relationship deteriorated even more after you came here. As soon as he was alone in his room he called me at home. Worried she was trying to kill him somehow and he'd barely escaped this time. Naturally I told him he was going overboard but agreed to put two security cameras in his room. I personally looked at every face of every visitor that saw him. So Jeremiah I don't think you saw him," the Sheriff said.

"Shortly after the moved him out of ICU he called me and told me to come out immediately. He needed me more than any danger the truth coming out could cause. I flew into Dubuque and drove over. We arranged to meet in the solarium a couple days before he went home. He filled me in on everything including that the bitch knew about the new will. Told me if he died to come down here and keep on eye on his son. Gave me two letters before I left," he took them from his jacket pocket, "one is for you D2 and the other is for you Tom. As you can see they're both sealed and I swear I haven't read them."

They both reached for their envelopes and slowly read them. At least twice.

"Tom, that Mr. Robinson's handwriting?" Sheriff Waters said.

"Just short of swearing to it in court, besides there are things in here only he and I know. No doubt in my mind."

"Nor mine, this is from pops," D2 said and wrapped his arms around Roy's shoulders and began crying.

I wanted to read his letter but left it where it lay. Jeremiah stood after a couple minutes, walked over, knelt alongside D2 and put his arms around him. The young boy swiveled and took hold of his older cousin's neck. Jeremiah kissed his cheek and whispered in his ear. D2 giggled and straightened up.

Suddenly I felt a lot better. Everything was working out for my slave. Jeremiah might not be D1 but was looking like somebody he could trust and relate to. Jeremiah turned to the rest of us while keeping an arm around D2.

"Master Caleb there are a couple things you should know about me. After I left home I headed to New York City, Greenwich Village to be precise and worked my way through college and law school. My firm specializes in business law and estate planning. If you can set up an appointment with your local lawyer we can get to work on getting complete ownership of the company into D2's hands though cousin I would recommend letting D1's team run things for now."

"But the will says he has to be eighteen," Sheriff Jefferson said.

"No it doesn't, it says he 'has to be of legal age in the state he resides in when he claims ownership and it is the laws and courts of that state that govern.' I should know, I wrote that will," Jeremiah said.

I whistled, "While I don't own this club we do retain one of the best lawyers in this part of the state, if not the whole state. If that's ok with you D2?"

"Cool. But you're saying I have to live in Arkansas till it's all over?" D2 said.

"Maybe even to you hit eighteen to be safe from her trying to use another state's laws from overturning any Arkansas decision."

D2 smile went from ear-to-ear. "Master Caleb do you think Master Benjy will have any objections to having a multi-millionaire slave for the next four years?"

"Not if you mind your place boy," I said with a smile just as broad.

Epilogue

"All rise," the bailiff stood and we did as Judge Amelia Patterson flowed in wearing her black robes and sat behind her bench.

"Please be seated," she began, "Will Mrs. Juliana Robinson and Mr. Damien A. Robinson Jr. please stand."

I looked at D2 as he nervously stood. He looked good in his proper suit but felt more at ease once we'd allowed him to wear that leather collar under his shirt. He turned and our eyes met. I smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

"Mrs. Robinson, Mr. Robinson. I've heard the evidence and studied the case law. Mrs. Robinson I can understand your parental concerns about the life your son lives. However your admitted reaction to his homosexuality is responsible in part to his being here in Arkansas and not with you in Iowa. It also means under the terms of your late husband's last will and testament that it is our laws that govern.

"Under those laws Mr. Robinson is entitled to assume full control of his inheritance immediately. It is so ordered. Court is in recess."

D2 turned and hugged Henry Silvers, his lawyer, and then his cousin.

Mrs. Robinson suddenly grabbed D2 and pushed him against the banister separating the court from the seating area.

"Damien Augustus Robinson Junior you're not going to get away with this," his mother said. "I'm not done with you yet even if it means doing to you what I did to that father of yours."

"And what was that bitch?" D2 said as I reached the banister.

"You know damn well I ordered his murder."

She stopped and covered her mouth but the damage was done. Sheriff Jefferson walked over and slapped handcuffs on her and led her out.

D2 turned around and we smiled at each other.

"Master Caleb, please take me home."

I nodded, turned and we left, leaving the lawyers to finish up the paperwork.

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