Sidney Gittler

Arkansas Vacation

Chapters 36-39

The end of 2001 was a very busy time in Peckertown so that's why you're getting a lot of stories now and I hope you're enjoying all of them. Some of the action has spilled into 2002 but this chapter officially wraps up 2001. But by no means the series, don't worry about that. A lot of friends stop by in this chapter and I hope you enjoy catching up.
Note:
This chapter takes place during the time frame of Chapter 34 Man & Boy Joined As One: Dan and Wayne's Wedding but ends well before their wedding and after the start of Chapter 35 The PTA but before the first graduation that closes it.

Thank God for the holidays. It's Christmas Eve down here in Peckertown, Arkansas and business is slow. Not dead by any means, knock on wood, but not as hectic as other times. It's normal, even boy lovers want to stay home for the holidays.

Me? I'm sitting on the couch with my lover by my side and my nephew and his lover Bruce are on the love seat as we watch a preview DVD of Two Boys in the Country, the movie Aaron Cutler and Harley Joel Oswald made here. (Of course it's still playing at the Peckertown Quad.)

Orin and Bruce showed up unannounced several days ago. [With Aaron, Dream Avenue, Powersound, Billy Golman, the Muphitts and special appearances by Harley and Elton John. (To read the whole story go to chapter 14 of the Samurai Inc. series.)] It was a great surprise and even better timing since they arrived just in time for the big concert. My sister and I had talked about them coming down for the holidays. Then my brother-in-law won a trip to Hawaii at the last minute and they shipped the boys out right before their plane took off. When I got hold of sis on the phone to tell them they were safe she started apologizing for forgetting to call and tell me in the rush to leave.

I reminded her we'd talked and that nobody looked twice at two young teens traveling to Peckertown by themselves. She made me promise to send them back in time for school.

Tomorrow morning we're heading over to Daniel's parents for the holiday. It's going to be a packed house for sure with about thirty family members and friends expected for dinner. Francis had insisted despite all pleas to have it at one of the hotels.

Just as well because for the second straight year Jorgenson Enterprises was sponsoring a free Christmas buffet with all the trimmings for all the boys in town. Last Sunday we had a giant Christmas party for all our employees and their partners, including the slaves from the Little Leather Club. Everybody got a bonus check for at least $1,000 for their efforts to a great year for Jorgenson Enterprises. It had taken three Christmases to get Elija to extend the payments to everybody but I think the thanks he got from so many guarantees it'll be an annual event.

OK, some of us got more but then I think I'm worth it.

"Oh my God, that's so beautiful," Bruce said bringing me back into the movie.

It was that great love scene between Aaron and Harley and it was as beautiful as the first time I saw it at the initial screening. The sex was magnificent but it wasn't a sex scene. Plainly it was a love scene.

The movie ended and the credits rolled.

"I think I'm tired and want to go to bed," Orin said.

"Oh, I'm so exhausted Marc, it's time to sleep. I don't know if I'll ever be able to get up," Daniel said.

I put my hand on his crotch. "I think you're up enough."

"But I need my rest before the Trip's Christmas Eve show at midnight."

"Then I'll take you up to bed and Bruce will take Orin and we'll nap for a couple hours before we have to go," I said and brought my mouth to my lover's.

Daniel lifted his arms. "Carry me."

"You're not that sexy fourteen year old any more and I'm not the young 48 year old either so you're going to have to get up and walk upstairs."

"And you're too big for me to carry old man so you're going to have to walk upstairs too," he said. He took my hand and led me upstairs with Orin and Bruce following.

At the top we turned left to the master bedroom while they turned right to the guest bedroom.

***

This is Orin. —
Marc asked me if Bruce and I wanted to tell you what we did since you've read about him and Daniel so many times already. I asked Bruce and he loved the idea so we said yes.

We slept.

No really.

OK, only for about ten minutes after we were done with our lovemaking. It was great sex not because of the heat factor, though Bruce always gets me hot as Vegas in July. Guess it was carry over from the movie.

I locked the door and by the time I'd turned around my lover had taken his shirt and shorts off and was naked before me. At 5'7" [1.70 m] Bruce is a couple inches taller than me with a swimmer's build and no tan lines. His arms and legs are well muscled too, not that I'm a weakling by any shot. But the most important organ was standing out in all its bronzed glory and after stripping down I grabbed hold of it and led him to the bed.

"Lay down," I said.

"Shouldn't that be lie down so I can lay you?"

I laid on top of him and put my lips against his to shut him up. After some serious frenching I broke the lip lock and started kissing him down his throat and to his nipples.

Bruce has tiny nipples that are easy to lick and nip into full erection. And as they rose I felt his cock rise beneath me but I ignored it. Always hard to do.

Bruce caressed my back and kissed the top of my head. I lifted my head and blew him a kiss from underneath my long blond hair. I haven't cut it since Marc and Daniel came out for my birthday and after seeing Daniel my folks couldn't say no. Bruce keeps his red hair in bowl cut, large bowl.

His cock was throbbing and leaking so much I couldn't ignore it any more so I moved down and took the uncut six inches [15 cm] into my hand and started licking the precum up and down the side. No matter where I taste him my love tastes great and his cock is sure filling. And I knew what I wanted him to fill.

I sat and straddled his waist and slowly lowered myself until his cockhead was touching my hole.

"Oh yes, ride my cock lover," Bruce said and I slowly began to lower myself using the tricks Daniel had told me over the phone and through emails. We never have had sex and I understand why, even agree, sorta.

Quickly enough my smooth ass was on Bruce's pubes. He pulled my mouth to his and we kissed for a long time while his rod pulsed in my hole. As we kissed I worked my ass muscles just enough to keep him hard. It feels so good having him inside me, so special.

Finally he pushed me back up and I started riding him nice and slow while he played with my hard cut six inches [15 cm]. Bruce has magic hands and as he worked me I started working him harder and harder. He caught me in the down position and pushed me over onto my back then shoved his hard cock back in my hole.

"I love you Orin," he said.

"I love you Bruce," I replied and he started fucking my ass.

"Oh yeah, and you are so hot tonight."

"You make me that hot," I said and felt his cock grow as it rubbed against my prostate. I started jerking off as he fucked me.

Suddenly he stopped thrusting and leaned down and kissed me everyplace he could reach with his cock buried deep inside me.

With his lips firmly on my left nipple he started slowly fucking again. His cock had stopped throbbing during the kissing but quickly resumed. This time when I reached for mine he knocked it away and shook his head.

I lay back, smiled and looked into his face as he continued to pump in and out in long steady strokes. Time stopped as the pleasure rose inside me. Feeling his cock grow and pulse inside me.

"Gonna, gonna cum, gonna fill your ass with my love," Bruce said then I felt him explode inside me and I shot my load as well. It was such an erotic loving high, higher than any other time. Our orgasms slowly subsided and Bruce collapsed along side me, his softening cock plopping out loudly. We rolled toward each other and kissed and hugged.

And yes, fell asleep in each other's arms.

***

Hi it's Bruce. —
When Marc told me he wasn't going to bother writing about the trip to see the Olson Triplets I begged him to let me do it. Oh ok it didn't take much begging. Actually I think he set me up.

Orin and I met the Trips at The Tasty Buns for lunch yesterday by accident but never seen them in action. Of course one of the things that surprised me was that Lance was wearing a sweat jacket and pants with sneakers.

"I thought you were always naked?" I asked.

He laughed and then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Marc, I'll get you for that one day."

"It wasn't true?" Marc said.

"It was, but it was also May and its now December and I'm two and half years older and smarter," Lance said.

"Besides Quincy would get really pissed if he got frost bite of the cock," Richie said. "Y'all coming to our Christmas show tomorrow night?"

"You bet, Marc says your act is as good as any back home," Orin said.

Lance turned to Marc, "You're so lucky I love you."

Marc blew him a kiss and we all started laughing.

You know Orin and I live in Las Vegas and we're a little too young to go to the casinos but my father is an executive with one of the chains so we get to go to the shows around town when there's something good. How we got the original tickets for the Aaron Cutler show but those were nowhere near as good as the second row seats the two of us and Daniel ended up with.

And Marc was right the show was great.

We sat there talking and eating our ice cream sundaes, and the ice cream was good. The lights dimmed and Big Sol walked to the edge of the stage.

"Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the Big Lick's special Midnight Christmas show. Hope you enjoy the show and your holiday. Now for our first act."

"I'm baaaaack, I'm bigger, I'm cuter and a damn sight sexier," a young voice sounded.

"That's not Quincy," Daniel said.

"Who's back?" Big Sol said but I could see a big shit eater grin on his face then the curtain opened.

The boy was wearing a hooded robe that covered every inch including his face.

"Frankie!" the boy shouted as he dropped the robe and the place went wild. Under the robe he wore a Lakers' jersey and I didn't think anything else. About five foot seven [1.70 m], more muscled with a firmer six-pack than his older but shorter brothers, and medium length sun bleached hair.

"I'm twelve and here to spend the holidays with my brothers. And the rest of the family including my parents are here tonight too. But you won't see any of them up here. Now I've got one small solo number to start the show so hit the music Uncle Sol.

From the speakers came some really cool music and Frankie started moving to the beat. It was a natural spontaneous dance to the infectious beat. And I guarantee the next time he dances to it the moves will be different. I've taken dance lessons for most of my life and can't move that way. But then my legs aren't that naturally muscled and limber.

He started moving his hands over his body, feeling his breasts and ass through the long shirt. Slowly hands started playing with the shirt, pulling the top down, strap falling of the shoulder. Then the other shoulder and with a shimmy the jersey fell leaving him naked as he kicked the shirt to the side.

Must be that good country living because the boy had a good five inches [12½ cm], soft. Totally smooth except for a trimmed light brown pubic patch and a cock that had grown another inch or so as it hardened without being touched.

I glanced over at Orin and was relieved my boyfriend was just as captivated as I was.

The song wound down and he sat on the stage as the music stopped. Face beaming and arms spread wide as the applause came thundering down.

From the rear a young boy of about six came running forward and jumped on the stage and into Frankie's arms.

"That was fun Uncle Frankie,"

"Thank you Trio. Everybody, believe it or not this is my nephew. His Dad is my oldest brother," Frankie gave the boy a kiss on his cheek, "Now get back to your parents so we can continue. And hands off all you guys, he's underage."

The boy ran back off the stage and Frankie got up and slipped the shirt back on.

"Now, somebody who has wormed his way into the family with his talent and his heart. Quincy!"

The two boys hugged then Quincy said, "Give it up again for Frankie Olson!"

And we did.

Frankie came off the stage and gave Marc and Daniel big hugs and then us after we were introduced before heading in the direction Trio had gone.

Like Frankie Quincy came onstage in a robe and carried a large candy cane.

He started by giving the cane head. I know that sounds a little weird but it was more than just sliding in and out of his throat. Then he sucked just on the end and pressed the end of the hook. The candy cane opened revealing a flute. He began playing scales and evolved into some swing. As he played with one hand he undid the robe with the other and shrugged out of it. He played naked and I saw his cock was as hard and straight as the flute moving in time with the music. Quincy progressed into a romantic balled and Orin took my hand. I don't know how long he played but it was wonderful.

When he finished everybody went nuts. Lance came out, slipped Quincy's robe back on and raised Quincy's arm. The crowd cheered louder when the two boys kissed. Kissed deeply and for a long time.

There was an intermission to give the audience time to order more food and drinks. Quincy came to our table and basked in our praise.

Our waiter brought us sodas and large chocolate chip cookies during the intermission and Orin and I pulled our chairs even closer together and did some necking while we waited. Orin saw his uncle open his mouth and said, "Don't say it." Which started Marc and Daniel laughing.

A couple minutes later two boys pulled chairs up and joined us. It took me a minute to recognize Benjy and his boyfriend Roger. They were wearing tight jeans, flannel shirts, cowboy boots and hats.

"Uh brother of mine, it's Christmas Eve not Halloween," Daniel said softly.

"And I want to enjoy it. Come in uniform and they're all over me. I asked Sol not to say anything and to tell his nephews to do the same."

We all nodded. As I said earlier my father knows a lot of the celebrities that come through Vegas and I've seen the hassle some go through just to eat a meal in a restaurant.

"Speaking of Olsons you missed Frankie before, he's really grown," Daniel said.

"I thought that was him in the back but it was a big family group."

"His parents, siblings, at least one nephew."

"The Trips are uncles?" Roger said and started laughing.

"Why not, with everything else going on in town," Benjy said.

"And the boy's six so it's been a while. And you should have see him run up and give his naked Uncle Frankie a big hug. Almost laughed when Frankie warned the audience to keep their hands off the boy because he was underage," Daniel said.

The lights dimmed and we shifted our seats so we were facing the stage. Orin kept his chair close to mine and put his arm around my shoulders and I cuddled in.

Guests, family, the stars of our show in a special holiday spectacle. The Olson Triplets, Lance, Bobby and Richie!" Big Sol said.

The lights went out and the curtains opened to a typical Christmas at home scene. A big tree lit up on one side and a fake roaring fireplace along the back. Three reclining chairs faced the audience with one robed triplet in each.

"I am the ghost of Christmas Always," a wavering voice said from stage left. "I am here to grant these three boys their Christmas wishes. As the youngest boy, albeit by only twenty minutes from the oldest I'm going to start with Bobby there at the far end."

Sprinkles came down and landed on Bobby who began to stir. He slowly sat up and wiped his eyes.

"I'm Bobby and there's something I always wanted, even as a little boy. Even before I learned about s-e-x. It was on my wish list every year but my parents never got it. Maybe this year I'll get my soldiers."

He stood and straightened out his hair and robe then stood at attention.

Lance and Richie quickly stood, shucked their robes to reveal camouflage t-shirts and shorts, with quite a bit of midriff in between.

"Attention, face front," Bobby bellowed and his brothers obeyed. "Run in place."

Lance and Ritchie were stone faced as they began running in place. Bobby dropped his robe leaving him in matching outfit except for the general stars on his shoulders. He got in line with his brothers and matched their pace.

"Left face, forward march," Bobby said and as they moved toward the side of the stage somebody threw each a toy rifle. Each brother twirled the rifle and slapped it onto his shoulder as he turned toward the other side. When they were back in their original position they stopped and began a perfectly choreographed routine that had all of us cheering.

When it ended Lance was on Bobby's left and Richie the right with their rifles crossed in front of their younger brother. Bobby tossed his high in the air and the curtain shut.

I could hear movement going on behind the curtains. Wondered what Richie's Christmas wish was. It was only a few minutes when the curtains opened again and the brothers were back in their robes and in their recliners.

"Now that was a curious wish for a boy who lives for love and sex but I'm glad he got his soldiers to play with," the ghost of Christmas Always said. "Now it's time to see what Richie wants."

Richie sat up in the recliner but didn't stand. "Part of my wish is new and part is old. But it wasn't a wish that Santa could bring. Even before I discovered s-e-x I wanted to be an entertainer. And I love entertaining you every night with my brothers."

A loud round of applause interrupted Richie and he smiled a real smile.

"Thanks everybody, we appreciate that. But the kind of entertaining I wanted to do was sing. Signed up for all the musicals at school and community-theater that had roles for somebody my age and loved it. Then we came down here and the singing got pushed into the background. When we met Aaron Cutler that need in me resurfaced and my wish tonight is to sing for you. But this song is from another young singer we met recently."

Richie stood and soft music began playing as he picked a cordless microphone and began singing Oklahoma by Billy Golman. The room was silent over the power and beauty of the song and the magnificent voice. It brought tears to my eyes since it's a song that is so right for so many of the boys of Peckertown. How many of them want a true home and family to go to?

When the song and music died down the applause brought the place down. Richie covered his eyes and his brothers stood and hugged him. Lance whispered in his ears and Richie nodded.

"Now something a little different from another band that played at the recent concert here. A medley of songs by Dream Avenue."

The three boys dropped their robes and they were dressed in tight shorts, very tight, and muscle tees and began singing and grooving. When the music stopped the curtains closed and the audience collapsed into their chairs when the cheering stopped. "And now it is time for Lance's wish. It should be interesting since we know he's the one most interested in s-e-x," the Ghost of Christmas Always said.

The curtain went up and the Trips were back in their robes and chairs. Lance sat up and took a deep breath. He seemed to be looking over us to the rear where I figured his family was sitting.

"Mom, Dad, the rest of you guys, the three of us are really glad you're here tonight. But this show wasn't designed for you. Nor for our friends and guests here tonight. When the three of us started talking about doing this special show we started thinking about how we could mesh the holiday season with s-e-x."

Richie sat up. "We had some fun ideas but then I wondered aloud if that's what we really wanted to do for Christmas."

Bobby sat up. "I'd been thinking along the same lines and said no."

"And I agreed. There had to be something we really wanted to do," Lance said.

"So I finally got to do a precision drill like I'd pretended with my toy soldiers," Bobby said.

"And I finally got to really sing again in public and not just drive my brothers and aunt and uncle and cousins nuts," Richie said.

"And that left me," Lance said, "I'm not a real singer like Richie and not the dancer Frankie is nor the choreographer that Bobby is nor the musician my boyfriend is. It took me a few days and then one night walking home from a show I looked up at a star and knew, just knew what I wanted to do. Do what my Dad used to do every Christmas Eve around the tree right before all of us headed up to sleep.

Bobby and Richie got out of their chairs, Quincy came from backstage in his own robe and Frankie and Trio came up from the audience dressed in robes. Lance's brothers and boyfriend sat on the floor in a semicircle and Trio hopped onto his uncle's lap and handed him a book.

"Grandpa said to give you this," Trio said.

Lance hugged the boy then opened the book.

"Twas the night before Christmas…" he started and there was nothing but silence.

Lance came to the end, closed the book and looked up at us through a glaze of tears. "Happy Christmas to all and to all a good night."

"Good night and Merry Christmas," the other boys on stage shouted and the curtain closed for the last time.

There was a nice round of applause amidst a lot of sniffling and sighing, including from me.

"This is the Ghost of Christmas Always. Quincy, Lance, Richie and Bobby will not be coming around for tips tonight. Instead there's a big basket by the door and they ask you to leave any tips there for a donation for the Peckertown Free Clinic. Have a safe trip home."

We got up and walked to the back where Big Sol introduced us to his sister, who is the Trips and Frankie's mother, and the rest of the family. It was really great seeing how they accepted the four youngest boys being gay and loving to entertain the way they usually do. But seemed especially proud of them for tonight's performance.

About twenty minutes later the six boys emerged from the back and joined us. There were a lot of hugs and whispered words of love. Finally Marc gathered the rest of us up and we said our good-byes.

"Y'all coming over after lunch to my parent's home aren't you?" Benjy said.

"Yep," Mr. Olson said.

And Uncle Marc left a big tip in the bowl, and I think I saw Benjy add more.

***

Hi, its Marc again, —
the day after Christmas and finally got Bruce to give me the computer back. Have to admit he and Orin did a good job with the last two parts. Guess it runs in the family. Asked Daniel if he wanted to do a part and he looked away and walked out onto the porch. I hadn't expected a yes, he's turned it down before, but not the feeling I'd gotten so I followed him out into the cool evening air.

"What's wrong Lion?"

He turned and a small smile tried balancing the tears. "You haven't called me that much lately."

"You're right," I said after thinking for a moment, "it doesn't fit at work and I like lover more." I put my arm around his shoulder. "But I love your Lion's roar and I love the Lion that's inside you."

He pulled tighter into me.

"Do you love the fact your nephew has more education than me?"

The question stunned me. Yes Orin and Bruce were in eighth grade and Lion had only made it through seventh before the schools closed but I'd never thought about it when we were working together or just the two of us talking.

I took a deep breath knowing I had to be careful with my answer.

"Please listen to my whole answer before you respond," I said and paused.

He nodded on my chest.

"Do I like the idea that you lost out of the rest of your education? Hell no, you probably would have graduated with honors from Peckertown High and Arkansas along with being All American in soccer from both. But do I consider you dumb and uneducated? The answer is the same hell no. The way you handle things at work, don't know if you realize it but you're handling the whole warehouse division and double checking most of the payables. Men double, hell quadruple your age treat you as equal and not just because you're a Jorgenson."

"But I can't write like you or even Orin and Bruce."

"Your reports at work are good and what do I do but report what's happened here?"

"Do you think I could do a good job telling about Christmas?" Lion said.

"Computers all yours when you're ready," I said and brought my lover's mouth to mine. As we kissed I remembered once again that the man of my dreams who I love more than life itself is only a teenager.

***

Hello, it's Daniel —
taking my first shot after over two and a half years of Marc telling about our life together. Be patient with me because I'm nervous, why I've turned down the chances Marc gave me all along. He had to give me a confidence boost this time.

Before I start telling you about Christmas day I guess there are a couple things I could fill in. I guess you've noticed that it's always Daniel and never Dan or, shudder, Danny. It's been that way since second grade. Family and friends always called me Danny till then. Start of second grade there was a couple bullies got put into my class since the other teacher couldn't handle them. From day one they picked the short skinny rich kid in class as their target and would stretch the Danny out and use it to make fun of me.

I was already friends with Billy Ray Bob by then and he saw how miserable they were making me. One day after school the two of us were walking to The Tasty Buns for some after school burgers when they confronted us. Made the mistake of telling Billy to runaway so they could beat me up in peace. Never, ever tell that to a farm boy. When they were both dazed on the ground we straddled them and with each punch we informed them the name was Daniel.

All four of us sort of had to stand in class the next day but it was worth it and its been Daniel ever since. Except when it's Lion of course.

Then there's the hair, the long black mane. Why? The answer is very simple. I love it that way and so does Marc. Of course he also like the fact that it's almost the only hair on my body.

Christmas morning that long hair and smooth body woke up curled inside its lover and held in place by the lover's right arm against its chest.

"Merry Christmas," Marc said.

"Merry Christmas," I said.

"About time the two of you woke up. We've been dieing to open the presents under the tree," Orin and Bruce said from our doorway.

"Santa Claus knows where Peckertown is?" Marc said and I elbowed him in the stomach.

"Go down and put the coffee on and we'll be down in a minute," I said and the boys disappeared.

Boys? Orin's fifteen months younger than me and Bruce is only a month younger. I guess Marc's right; my life and responsibilities have made me an adult early.

YUCH!!!

I jumped out of bed, slipped on a pair of shorts and followed them.

"Where you going?" Marc called.

"Just remembered that you're the adult here and I'm still a kid and I want my presents," I said.

"Then I expect the three of you sitting quietly and patiently around the tree while the grown up takes a piss and throws a robe on."

I stopped, turned back to the bed and gave him a look that said "Yeah right," and headed downstairs.

By the time he made it downstairs the coffee was made and poured along with muffins Mom dropped off yesterday at the office. The three of us were sitting quietly with our legs around a big box. Still wrapped thank you very much.

"Are those all for me?" Marc said after he sat and took a sip of his coffee.

We shook our heads in unison.

"Let's see, I think we should let Bruce open his first because he's the youngest," Marc said and paper went flying from the other side of Orin. Kid should go into confetti making as a career. Hope Marc bought him a Dust Buster. Of course as soon as we saw what is was Orin destroyed his wrapping paper. I of course took mine off neatly. Really, habit Mom taught us early and I never lost. We'd noticed the boxes looked a like and they were. Marc got all of us X-box video game players. Marc had told his sister that he didn't want the boys spending lots of money on gifts, especially anything big they'd have to carry with them. Bruce gave us the Las Vegas edition of Monopoly and Orin and his parents gave us each one of those totally cheesy t-shirts with their picture on it along with a really nice family portrait. I stood up and walked over to Marc. "Marc, I didn't know whether to give this to you now or later but decided now would be better," I took a small box from my pocket, "You gave me something special for my birthday when I wasn't expecting it at all. Today I want to return the favor, the blessing really." He slowly opened it and I realized Orin and Bruce were looking from each side. I took the ring from the box and put in his palm. It was gold with a roaring lion in diamonds embedded in black onyx. "Look inside," I said. "MF and DJ Forever," Marc whispered.

"Put it on Marc," Orin said.

Marc did, we looked at it then he opened his arms and I fell into a long embrace and a romantic kiss.

We had breakfast before dressing and driving to church for Christmas services. It's nominally Baptist but really non-denominational since it's the only church left in town. Reverend Berrigan is really good with any of the boys who wonder in trying to reconcile his life with the stuff he'd been taught. The church was full and warm and the sermon was about loving each other.

The entire family was there, took up about two full pews near the front.

Everybody loved the ring. Took us a half-hour to get to the car after services with having to talk to so many people. Several man-boy couples were there and I really hope one gets married soon. Dan and Wayne look really happy together, and with the reopened pizzeria a great success who knows.

What was really heartwarming were the twenty or so boys from the Little Leather Club there all dressed up. Benjy and the rest of us walked over as they walked back to the shuttle bus. They started to kneel but Benjy stopped them.

"On church grounds you only kneel before God and Jesus. May you and your friends have a Merry Christmas."

"Merry Christmas to you and your family Master Benjy," they all responded.

Now Marc said my folks were expecting about thirty for Christmas dinner. While she insisted on making it at home she gave in and made it buffet. Which was good since there had to be at least fifty through at one time or another. Even had to call the Inn to send an extra turkey and all the fixings. It was just about six when it got down to just family again, and even that was a lot.

Aaron and Jennifer stood in the middle of the living room.

"Mom, Dad," Aaron said.

"Mother, Father," Jennifer said to her parents.

"We have decided on a wedding date, April 6, 2002. We would like to have it at the Jorgenson Inn," Aaron said.

I haven't seen my mother move that fast since the first time Benjy came in with whip marks all over his back. Then Jen's mother moved pretty quickly too.

"Fantastic, great idea. Now Elija I insist on paying for the wedding, no freebies," Mr. Smith said.

"Only if you accept the family discount rates," Dad said.

The two men started laughing.

"Daniel, Benjy, I want you to be my best men. Marc, Roger. Want you as groomsmen along with a couple friends," Aaron said.

"Kristen, my sister's going to be my Maid of Honor but I'd be honored to have you as a bridesmaid," Jennifer said.

"Really, oh yes, oh yes," Kristen said jumping up, "I'll be the first one of my friends to be in a wedding."

"Marc, can we come out for the wedding? Bring Mom and Dad too?" Orin asked.

"Of course, you are family," Jen said.

"Presuming you don't have big tests coming up," Marc said.

"Uncle!" Orin and Bruce moaned.

"And Benjy, we're using hotel staff for catering but we'd like the band," Aaron said.

"Can that be my wedding present to you?"

"Yes."

A couple hours later we left and headed back home, Benjy and Roger tagged along. The six of us watched some TV together. No three couples watched TV together.

And when my lover and I got to our bed there was some passionate romantic sex before we fell asleep the way we'd woken.

***

It's Marc —
and Lion just finished writing his piece in one go. Think he was scared if he stopped he wouldn't start again. After reading it I think I'm going to make sure he does it again.

And yes I'm going to take him to bed and have a repeat of yesterday's special night.

On the way to work Daniel and I talked about the New Year's Eve party we were planning. Wasn't our first but it was looking like the biggest. Walked into the office and Margaret handed us our messages. One on top was from Kevin, the manager at the In-Boy-Inn. It was marked urgent. Showed it to Daniel and he shrugged. Called him from my office and waited while they tracked him down.

"Marc, glad you called so soon. Something's come up and I need a few days off next week. I've got everything covered on this end and they have my cell."

"Shouldn't be a problem, what days?"

"Leave Monday midday for the airport and be back Friday afternoon. I know it's short notice and I'll explain everything when I get back. And don't worry its not a job interview with another hotel."

I laughed, the thought had crossed my mind, "Just leave a list of contact people with Margaret before you go and give them a call on the first if you can to make sure everything went ok," I said.

"Sorry won't be able to make the party, was really looking forward to it," Kevin said.

"Get back to work, it's fine."

Christmas, the holiday of family and togetherness was over and New Year's Eve, the holiday of celebration and partying was on its way. And that meant business was picking up again. Being a school vacation we have a lot of teachers and other educators coming down. Been a number of interesting reunions of teachers and students over the years.

One memorable reunion was last year when while being fucked the boy blurted out the school principal's name. Turned out a couple of trees down the superintendent of schools was sucking another boy off and heard. Almost bit his boy's cock right off.

Ok, there are thousands of stories like that and maybe one day I'll get everybody together and write them down but not now. Got a lot of work and a house to get ready for a party. Lots of people invited even without Kevin.

House ready, all four of us freshly napped, showered and dressed and waiting for the guests to start arriving. The invitations said nine but about a dozen weren't coming until late, and you can probably figure them out if you've been reading my reports long enough.

Ten to nine the doorbell rang and I pushed myself out of the couch and opened the door. It was Shawn and Chris who were not only the first ones to arrive but also bringing the hot food straight from the Tasty Buns.

"Hi Marc, Daniel, Orin, Bruce," Chris said.

"Hi, where do you want this stuff?" Shawn said.

I pointed to the tables along the wall. "Set them and leave them covered. And after that you are here as guests."

"Sure boss," Shawn said.

"Right Sir," Chris said with a smile that stopped the comeback that'd been brewing.

"Marc, we really do appreciate you and Daniel inviting us so if you need us to do more it's ok," Shawn said.

Daniel stood and hurried over. "Look both of you, I know we've had this boss-employee relationship almost since we met. But if we wanted you here to work we would have hired you, not invited you. We might not spend much time together but you are our friends and that is why we invited you. And next time I promise to have one of the other boys bring the food over so we don't impose on that friendship."

"That's not what..." Shawn started.

"Thanks Lion, we'd appreciate that. Knew it wasn't what you guys meant and we look at you as friends not just bosses, just that there been times," Chris said.

"And I'm glad you brought it up," Daniel said.

The doorbell rang providing a break in the tension. This time it was Zeus, Mark and Mike Snitz along with Tad & Keith. Yep, the big black man and the long blond LA valley boys are still together along and living with the youngest Erickson and the ex-LA street whore.

It's been quite a year for the twins with their water park opening and being an instant success. They knew they had a good idea and with their father's lottery money they could build it the way they wanted and without caring if they made money. But even with the cheap prices they charged the boys they had made money. Best of all they'd gotten a lot of self-confidence from the way it turned out.

"Marc," Keith said.

"How you doing, glad you're here," I said.

"Cody promises they'll be over as soon after midnight as they can."

"He better or I'll make you a waiter in the nightclub."

"Like hell you would. My boyfriend's not going to be pawed by those guys," Tad growled.

I bent and brought both boys into a hug and we exchanged kisses. "So glad you're here. You look really good, really happy."

"Yeah, we know who to blame for that," Tad said, "All those years in LA without a pimp then I come here get a legit job and you go hook me up."

"Best birthday present I ever got," Keith said.

The doorbell rang and I headed there while they headed to the food. I opened the door and found D2 with his date, a small boy who I didn't recognize until they stepped inside.

"Worm?"

"It's me Mr. Fogel, D2 invited me as his guest. Hope it's not a problem?"

The boy was still as small as when he'd helped with the Charles Davis mess last year.

"Only be a problem if you keep calling me Mr. Fogel, the names Marc. So when and where did you two hook up?"

"Believe it or not at the clinic. They just started a new group for boys rejected by their parents. Since thanks to Timmy and Captain Morgan the physical hurt is gone I decided to try the mental. Especially since I can't be a slave and I've got all that money I needed a new way to think of myself. Walked in for the first morning, looked around and sat down to the cutest little thing I'd seen," D2 said.

"Of course I recognized him and was a little surprised when he chose to sit next to me since there were still spaces with three chairs empty in a row. After a couple minutes forced myself into customer relations mode and said hello," Worm said in his still prepubescent voice.

"That's so cool," Zeus said from behind. "You two still are going to the group."

"Yes Zeus, appreciate your working my schedule around it," Worm said.

"A sane worker is a happy worker," Zeus said before bending over and giving the boy a hug.

D2 and I looked at each other. Wasn't a sign of Worm inside the big man's hug.

Finally Worm emerged gasping for air.

Orin returned from the front door with Kenny & Sergei and Scott & Frank.

"These four muscle bound lugs say they got invites," Orin said.

"Marc, you want Sergei to see if he can throw this twerp into the pool" Frank said in his best Italian accent.

"Uh, from where?"

"Back porch," Frank said as Sergei lifted Orin over his head.

"Uncle Marc!" Orin screamed.

"Put him down, my sister would give me hell if you missed," I said.

Sergei appeared to be ready to drop him from about seven feet [2.10 m] but turned and let him drop on the thankfully empty couch. Bruce ran over to check on his boyfriend and gave me a dirty look.

"Henry Silvers said he was meeting with you today?" I asked Kenny, "Anything up?"

"No, we meet end of every quarter to go over things. Stock market hurt but I still got a couple bucks to my name," Kenny said.

"Well, you know who to go to when you're down to your last ten million," I said.

"Not you," Kenny said and everybody laughed.

As I walked to answer the bell I looked around the room at all these teenage boys and realized there were probably some posh New York parties going on without that much wealth in attendance.

Paulo, Anand, and the twins Bryan and Byron were at the door looking perfect. Even Anand was wearing regular clothes instead of his slave gear. I was about to start chatting with them when the bell rang again so I excused myself.

"Thought you went to the airport and flew off?" I said shocked.

Kevin stood there with a shit-eating grin on his face. "Well I went to the airport but I never said I was going. Picked up a couple friends and decided to bring them here. Hope you don't mind."

"Anybody we know?"

"Two of them you might recognize," Kevin said and moved to the side.

Two boys stood in front of me and I felt Daniel's arm coming around me.

"Kevin? Who are your friends?" Daniel said.

With that the two boys in front slowly took their hoods off and my knees almost buckled.

"Dashby, Chris," I yelled and everybody turned.

"Hi, Mom and Dad went to London for the holiday and we decided to come here," Chris said.

"Hope they know this time," I said.

"Yep yep," Dashby said in his still thick Boston accent," brought a couple of school friends along with us. Wrote you about them in that first letter from home."

They separated and the other two boys stepped up.

"The one next to me is Jonathan Sorrel and the one next to Chris is Joe Werner, their lovers too." [Jonathan Sorrel and Joe Werner are two of the lead characters from my Mall Punk series, which you can find in the adult-youth section of nifty.org, and soon here on PZA]

"Welcome guys, get out of those coats and mingle. Kevin, you are so dead," I said and moved right before Scott would have driven through me to get to Chris.

Scott gave him a big hug and then hugged Dashby. "It is so great to see you two, Kevin never said a word to nobody. How are you?"

"Doing good, really good. The doctors are optimistic about my growing normally and maybe even a little more ability down there. Not that it matters to my love," Chris said.

Silence fell; everybody knew what he was talking about. The horrible torture and the resulting castration that Charles Davis, Scott's soon to be late uncle, had done to the smiling boy in front of us.

"And you Scott?" Chris asked.

"Still haven't touched a drop since that night. Been a couple moments I was tempted but Frank was enough to pull me back even if he wasn't around."

"Jonathan and Joe have been a lot of help at home and school. Don't even use the fact they're Dad's bosses over us," Dashby said.

I looked at the newcomers and realized the net worth of the party had just multiplied. Sorrel Industries is one of those huge companies with loads of divisions all over the world. Jonathan's father was the CEO and Chairman while Joe's was the President. Scott's Dad was just a divisional president.

"Even got the company plane to fly us into Little Rock," Joe said.

"Right size he can pick you up here if you want," Daniel said.

"Boss can I talk to you for a second?" Kevin said and we headed to the kitchen.

"I'm not mad Kev," I said.

"Didn't think you would be. The boys called me right before Christmas with the idea and promised to swear me to secrecy.

I pointed out a window to where Dashby, Chris, Scott and Frank stood happily talking.

"Good thing you kept it because that wouldn't be happening. Scott's a lot better but he would have been too scared to face Chris," I said.

Kevin nodded, "That's the one thing that scared me. I don't deal with them much any more, only if they have a problem with one of my guests. Didn't really know if he was doing as well as everybody said. Even if he was I thought he might run out of here and set Chris and Dashby back. Their folks only agreed to this if they stayed with me 24/7."

"Have any problems you know who to call."

"Zeus," Kevin said and I smiled in agreement.

All the pre-midnight arrivals were there so I looked for my boyfriend and found him talking with Paulo. Anand was sitting at his master cum lover's feet in the proper position but the twins weren't around. I fixed myself a plate, grabbed a beer and joined my guests. I noticed Orin and Bruce talking to the new boys from Longston, NJ and walked over to join them. Two really mature, smart kids and not at all spoiled.

As I approached I noticed Joe Werner going into the same kind of defense posture as Roger does with Benjy. Orin must have noticed it because he reintroduced me as soon as I was close. Jon leaned over, whispered something into Joe's ear before kissing his cheek.

Jon and I looked at each other for a few minutes, trying to see if we recognized each other from New Jersey. Longston was an upper middle-class town with a real rich section and all single-family homes near where I'd lived. Only place to go was the Longston Mall for shopping and a movie. I tried remembering if I'd seen him slumming there instead of the Far Hills Mall, a lot ritzier.

"Once," Jon mouthed and it came back to me. Young kid in a leather jacket and jeans gave me a great blowjob in Macy's bathroom late one night.

"You?"

"Long story, why Joe is the way he is at times."

I nodded, "Been here long enough I've heard most of the variations."

"Uncle, do you want to include us?" Orin said.

"No," Jon and I said.

I felt Joe staring at me and turned to him. "Can you help me in the kitchen for a second?" I turned and hoped he'd follow.

I got the super condensed version of Jon's life and I explained Jon and mine encounter.

"Marc can I ask you a question that's been bugging me?" Joe asked when I'd finished.

"And I'll answer it honestly."

Joe nodded, "I can understand your wanting to get a blowjob from a sexy young boy like Jon was then. Don't blame you either."

"But why didn't I try and help him besides giving him forty dollars?"

"Yes. It's something I've never understood. He lived there for all that time and nobody called the cops, dragged him to the police substation in the mall. Even when he wondering around when he should have been in school."

"Now I don't know how close my encounter was to his foster dad picking him up. It was after a late movie and I asked if he wanted to come to my apartment and spend the night. He turned me down, and I don't know why. If he'd said yes maybe all our lives would have been different."

Joe nodded and shrugged.

"I didn't go to the cops or drag him to them because I didn't know the whole story. All I saw was a punk boy who for all I knew turned me down because his folks were at the other end of the mall shopping. I'd like to think if I'd known that he was a runaway I'd have done something more. I know I would now because except for the money a lot of the boys here have similar stories of physical and sexual abuse before coming here. Does that help?"

Joe moved his gaze from a spot in front of his feet to my face. I moved over and put my arm around his shoulders. He hesitated before laying his head on my chest.

"It helps. Sort of hoped for that answer really and not just 'I got my rocks off, paid the slut and why should I care.'"

"There were those too love," Jon said approaching us, "others like Marc who I sensed would care more. But I wasn't ready to trust. Hadn't met you yet and without you I could never have trusted Stya. And nobody I've met since my fourteenth birthday has treated me anywhere close to what those three bastards did."

Joe moved over to Jon and they hugged.

"I'm going to see the rest of my guests, come out when you're ready," I said.

"Come out? Lord you don't know how out we are already," Joe said and the boys giggled.

I just shook my head.

At eleven we turned on the WBOY-TV New Years Eve Extravaganza on the big screen TV, in the bottom corner we turned on the ABC affiliate to watch Dick Clark and the ball from New York City. Yes Peckertown is an hour behind but the Little Rock affiliate shows it delayed which is very cool in my opinion. Powersound was the main attraction but there were a couple other local acts appearing, including Boydini & Ninja Boy live from the Jorgenson Inn Nightclub.

They'd just finished their act when the bell rang and Bruce let Wayne and Dan in. In their hands were a half dozen pizza boxes.

"We made these and ran out of dough and cheese for the night. We were swamped," Wayne said.

"You didn't have to but thanks. Bruce take them into the kitchen and set them up on the table there. Orin go down to the closet by the garage door, there are more paper plates there," I said from my comfy spot next to Daniel.

"Good thing Jackie agreed to close or it would have been another hour before we could have left," Dan said.

"Jackie? A girl working in Peckertown?" Chris asked.

"Got a few natives but Jackie isn't really a girl. Just one cute boy who makes one hot chick," Wayne said.

There was a rush for pizza but by 11:45 everybody was sitting with their dearest listening to Powersound go through their set. Some new material mixed in with their hits from the first two CDs.

About five to the other performers started coming on stage and started playing and singing backup. It was really cool the way they fused their different styles together.

Right in tune with Dick Clark they began the count down to 2002. When it came close Yoshi and Jeff pulled two of the backup singers to the front of the stage and in front of an empty mike. With their band costume hoods pulled up I couldn't see their faces but they were begging not to sing.

At midnight everybody on the set and in the room shouted 'Happy New Years,' kissed their lover and then whoever was close. Powersound started playing Auld Lang Syne. Yoshi pulled the hood down on the boy next to him and that familiar long blond hair and brilliant smile came out and joined in the singing. The other boy took his hood off and joined his lover singing.

"That, that's Aaron and Harley," Joe Werner blurted.

"When they get in?" Daniel asked.

"Today," Paulo said, "Hey, a good slave has to know how to keep secrets."

"Any other secrets?" Daniels said.

"They're coming over, hope you don't mind my inviting them."

"Powersound too?" I said.

Paulo shook his head and I let out a sigh of relief.

The show went off the air and we turned the television off and the music on. Nice soft pop music to talk and snuggle too.

About a half-hour later Benjy walked in with Roger, Caleb & Matt and Wang & Billy Ray Bob. Before the door could close Aaron and Harley ran up the stairs and inside the house.

"Drooling boy attack," Aaron said when he caught his breath.

"Kenny, call a couple of your guys to work perimeter," Daniel snapped.

Aaron looked at me ready to protest but I nodded. Should have done it earlier if not to begin with.

"Kenny, put it on my tab and strict instructions no violence unless in self-defense," Aaron said.

Kenny looked at me. I made a t with two fingers and nodded. Kenny nodded and went to the kitchen to make the calls.

"Do your families know you two are here?" Kenny said when he came out.

"Yes. Yoshi called and asked if we could do that little bit and everybody agreed," Harley said, "What's the big deal?"

"What's the big deal? Both your people pay me a lot of money to watch over you when you're down here and I can't do that if I don't know you're here. Plus I'm pissed you didn't think I'd keep your secret."

"Do you think he'd buy the we thought the other ones people were taking care of that routine?" Aaron said.

Harley shook his head.

"Sorry Kenny, we screwed up there. But I guess we are a little used to our people taking care of everything for us. So how are you doing?" Aaron said and Kenny laughed then gave them hugs and dragged them over to where Sergei was sitting.

Finally about one Justin & Cody showed up with the Trips, Quincy and Frankie in tow. Finally the last of the guests were there, really all not just the expected ones.

I know all of you are waiting for me to write about the orgy that started, especially once Lance and Frankie got there. Frankly so did I. Just didn't happen but then I reviewed the list. Forty-three people and only two single people in attendance, Kevin and Frankie and oddly they ended up cuddled in each other's arms talking.

They weren't the only ones cuddling, kissing, making out, whatever, hell I'll even plead guilty to those charges, but no sex. At least didn't see any. Some of Daniel and my guests would disappear for a while and reemerge with smiles. That was fine with me, and really made for a more pleasant evening for everybody.

Besides, there's no place in the house for that many bodies screwing and sucking at one time.

I'd like to give you a nice sensual love scene between me and my Lion after the party but by the time everybody left and we did a little cleaning we barely got a kiss in before we fell asleep in each others' arms.

The next morning was different though. Is there any better way to start a new year than curled up with the one you love? Or any day for that matter?

"Hi honey," Lion said.

"Hi love," I responded and our lips met.

It was a long, slow, deep kiss. Hands roamed over familiar territory, which felt fresh all over again. Lion rolled over on his back and I looked over his smooth body.

He's recently stopped shaving around his crotch but it's still short and trim. Still as gorgeous and sexy as that day two and a half years ago when I walked into The Tasty Buns and asked a naked busboy for a glass of water.

"I know that look."

"What look?"

"The he's-still-asbeautiful-as-the-day-we-met look," Daniel said and pulled me down on top of him."

"Almost," I said when the kiss broke, "It's the he's-even-more-beautiful-than-the-day-we-met look."

With a touch he flipped us over so he was on top. "I would suggest taking your morning piss but I expect you to be right there looking just as sexy when I get back," Lion said and slipped off.

I followed his advice and his order and was back in position when he returned and closed and locked the door behind him. "Boys are still sleeping."

"Kids," I said.

"Shush," he said and brought a bag of bottles out from behind his back.

I raised an eyebrow.

"Benjy and Roger's Christmas present. Now turn over."

I did and a couple minutes later I started smelling the scented oils and then felt the first being dribbled down my back. Two more oils, two more scents joined the first before he started mingling them across my back.

"Oh baby, feels so good," I mumbled.

"This is sensuous not soporific," Lion said and slapped my ass.

"Get you to write one bit and you're using all those big words," I said and my other cheek got slapped.

I turned my head and blew him a kiss that he returned. His long black hair glistened where he'd gotten the oils on it. He goes to the barber regularly now. That's right it's only four inches [10 cm] past his shoulder blades and trimmed so it's easy to get into a ponytail.

Since he's six-feet [1.80 m] tall now that's still a long gloriously thick lion's mane.

My love pressed me back down and got back to work. Feeling the oils seep into my pores felt so good. More than good, warm inside.

"Turn over darling," Lion said eventually and then resumed on my front.

I tried watching but it was just to relaxing and let my head sag back on the pillow.

He's always had muscular but soft hands an innate knowledge of when to go smooth and when to press for best effect, and this morning he was in top form.

"Those oils are really doing the trick," Lion said as he flicked my rock hard prick.

"Like to think it's the masseuse more than the oils," I said.

His smile grew bigger and brighter as he flipped his mane behind him and roared.

"Don't wake the cubs dear."

"That's why I locked the door. Probably just give them ideas anyway."

We both laughed at that as Lion began to massage the oils into my cock. It felt different than usual. Hot and sexy without being close to the edge despite how hard I was. But I didn't want to wait.

"Take me in you now my love."

He took my hard cock in his hand and guided the oil slicked tool inside him.

Don't know if it was his experienced ass or the oils or both but I slid into a tight glove like it was form fitting.

"Feels so good, so nice and tight," I said.

"Filling me up like never before. Like I'm being touched places I've never been touched before and feeling it all so gently."

We started making love, taking our time, switch positions for what seemed forever. I'd gotten to the edge countless times and each time he backed me down.

I took his now hard throbbing oil covered cock in my hand and began stroking while looking down at his face.

"It's time," I said, "take me to that place only you can."

I kneeled before him. Motionless except for my slow hand motions while he worked his ass muscles around me. I watched his face and that brought me closer.

"I love you," my love said and I filled his insides as he coated both our stomachs.

A couple days later we had successfully sent Orin and Bruce back home to Las Vegas and caught up with the post-holiday chaos at the office. The hotels and clubs had been packed for New Years Eve and everybody was thrilled. It was a warmish Thursday evening so I booked a table for two in Peter's Italian Garden's garden. It's a great Italian place and really romantic out back.

We sat there talking, sharing each other's meals when something in the corner of the garden caught my eye. I pointed and Daniel followed my gaze. Dan and Wayne were at the table and Dan was kneeling in front of Wayne.

The restaurant went romantically still.

"Wayne, will you marry me?" Dan asked.

There was silence for a moment as Wayne looked at Dan.

"Yes," Wayne said at last. "I will marry you."

Everybody started cheering, us included, but I looked Daniel in the eyes with a broad smile.

"I know," my fiancee said.

This chapter of Arkansas Vacation was written by my good friend Pyro who has written other chapters as well as stories of his own, most recently The Long Way Home in Nifty's High School section and the upcoming Running.

It was a clear and sunny morning in May of 2002. Benjy woke up feeling refreshed and sad. Benjy has done two receptions in the last year, Jeff and Yoshi and Dan and Wayne's wedding. He enjoyed putting them together and setting things up.

What no one knew was that Benjy actually prepared a lot of the dishes for the receptions for both weddings.

You see Benjy had a secret. As Peckertown's foremost, not to mention youngest S&M master, Benjy acted one way but deep inside there was a side to him that NO ONE knew about.

Benjy loved to cook. He had ideas about wanting to open up a catering service, but since he was the master of Peckertown he didn't feel that he could and get away with it. Benjy brooded over this problem on and off since Dan and Wayne's wedding. He wanted to talk with Roger about this but didn't feel he could. In a way Benjy felt that he would let everyone down if they knew what he wanted to do as well as being the master of Peckertown.

That day, after months of debating with himself, he decided to head over to the Jorgensen's main office and talk with his brother Daniel about this.

Benjy had Roger drive him over to the offices then head to the club; he would meet him there later.

Benjy went in and saw Margaret sitting there typing up some forms. She looked up saw Benjy and smiled.

"Hey Benjy what can I do for you?" she asked smiling at him. He smiled back at her.

"Hey Marge is Daniel in I need to talk with him?" he asked. Marge looked at the phone switchboard then back at Benjy.

"Sure is sweetie go on back I'll let him know you're on your way to his office." Benjy smiled and started walking back to Daniel's office. By the time he got there Daniel was opening the door for him.

"Hey bro what's up?" asked Daniel heading back behind his desk. Benjy shut the door and sat down in front of his desk and just stared at his brother for a minute. Daniel started to get worried and was about to speak when Benjy spoke up.

"I need some advice and I don't know who else to talk to, but what I am going to tell you has to remain between us and no one else ok?" Benjy said giving Daniel his best master's look. Daniel was startled at first but smiled and nodded his head.

"Ok sure but it must be really important for you to look at me like that. So what's on your mind?" he asked. Benjy took a deep breath then began to tell him.

"You see I have this problem well not really a problem but to me it is. This has absolutely nothing to do with the club or anyone else, just me." Benjy said. Daniel just looked at him and waited for him to continue. "You see I LOVE being the master of Peckertown and all but I have always wanted to do something else as well, but I have been afraid if I did then everyone would laugh at me or not take me serious or anything else.

"I'm scared to lose my reputation and have everyone make fun of me BUT I really REALLY want to do what I have in mind." Benjy said with tears coming into his eyes. Daniel had seen his brother cry over a lot of things, but nothing like whatever he was holding inside. Daniel came from around his desk sat on the arm of the chair and hugged his brother. About that time the phone rang. Daniel got up and answered it.

"Hello" he said. "Oh hey Marc how are you?" he asked. "Ok cool but I have Benjy in here with me right now we are discussing some personal stuff. No nothing you can help with just some brotherly advice that's all. Ok love you too bye-bye." He said and hung up.

Benjy smiled at his brother glad he didn't ask Marc to come in. He loved Marc like his own brother, but what he really needed right now was his own brother.

"Ok so go on and tell me what's bothering you." Daniel said.

Benjy took a deep breath and looked back at Daniel.

"Ok you know how I helped with the receptions after both Yoshi and Jeff, and Dan and Wayne's wedding right?" he asked. Daniel just nodded his head looking at his brother waiting for him to continue. "Well you see I really loved doing that. I have this really crazy idea of something I want to do, but I don't want anyone to think that I can't be master of Peckertown and still do this idea I have." Benjy said, stalling the best he could.

"Well unless you stop beating around the bush and tell me what it is I can't help you," Daniel said. Benjy blushed and smiled at Daniel who returned the smile.

"You see I really loved helping with them so much, but no one knows that I did something for the reception." Benjy said.

"What's that?" asked Daniel. Benjy just smiled a proud smile and blurted it out.

"I actually cooked about half of the dishes that people ate." He said blushing again.

Daniel jaw dropped and he couldn't believe what he was hearing. "No way bro, your kidding right?" he asked. Benjy just shook his head. "Wow I didn't know you could cook. What dishes did you cook?"

"Well I did the knish, the Creole shrimp sauce, I cooked the goose, I made the sandwiches, and a few of the other items." Benjy said blushing but smiling proudly.

Daniel couldn't believe it. "Wow I can't believe it. YOU did the knish? Man they were great. I loved them. So what is this idea of yours?" Daniel asked once again. The thought of food making him think about the lunch that was coming up.

"Well I have this crazy idea, I want to try and open up a catering service. You know do the weddings, and birthdays and so forth. Kinda stupid isn't it?" he asked looking sad and down. Daniel thought about this for a minute.

"I don't think it's stupid. If you could cook all of that then you can do a lot of good here. Just because you are the master of Peckertown doesn't mean that you can't go and do something else. I don't see why you can't be a caterer as well.

Have you talked to mom and dad about this yet?" Daniel asked and as soon as he did he realized how stupid that question was. Of course not if he did then he wouldn't have been there. "Sorry man I forgot. So what do you want from me?" he asked.

Benjy just looked at him and thought about it for a few minutes.

"Well I wanted some advice. Do you think I could do this? Do you think people will no longer see me as the master of Peckertown if I did do this? I mean being the master is more important then anything else, BUT I do really want to have a shot at something like this." Benjy said in excitement but fear as well. Daniel thought about this for a minute.

"No Benjy I don't think anyone will think less of you. Think about it. When you did Yoshi and Jeff's wedding AND Dan and Wayne's you did an excellent job, AND no one said anything to you about it other wise. I think you would do well in something like this. Yes I think people are going to think it is kinda weird at first but I feel that when they remember the good job you did with the weddings that they will see you can do both. You may have to work a little harder at proving you can do both but I don't see any problems with this." Daniel said. Benjy smiled at his brother then ran around the desk and gave him a big hug.

"There is one concern though," Daniel said when they were back in their chairs. "Both operations will need lots of work and lots of time. You've been bitching about paperwork at the LLC if you add this its going to be more. Plus less time for just you and Roger."

Benjy slumped down in his chair as the immediate excitement drained. "See that's why I came to you. I didn't see that problem."

"Baby bro, don't give up, figure it out."

"Don't call me… Caleb!" Benjy said.

"Caleb?"

"We haven't made it official but despite how far he's come from his injuries he doesn't have the whip control he used to and never will. He's been helping around the barracks, the Peckertown Training Academy with Paulo and at the club. To be honest he's been helping me a lot with the pure administrative duties."

"He's a smart guy and has always been your most responsible assistant master," Daniel said.

"If I make him say general manager for the club under me."

"Where you'd love him to be."

Benjy stuck his tongue out at the middle of the three Jorgenson sons like he did in the old days and they both laughed.

"Sounds good if he'll go for it."

"I'm sure he will, he'll have time for work at the barracks and PTA so its not like he'll completely drop the master end. Can you call the family and have them set up the back room for tonight so I can give them my idea?" Benjy asked excitedly. Not saying anything else Daniel picked up the phone and called their Dad.

"Hey Dad how are you?" "Good I need you to reserve the back tonight at The Tasty Buns. — Yes sir tonight Benjy has a proposal and he needs the families input. — I think it is a great idea but you will have to wait to hear it for yourself. — Yes sir 9 o'clock it is I'll let him know, love you bye" with that Daniel hung up the phone and turned towards Benjy.

"Well you need to go home and draw up the proposal or you can use the conference room." Benjy hugged his brother one last time then ran down to the conference room grabbed a note pad and pen and started writing out his proposal.

A few hours later he left and went to the club for the noon show. When he arrived he ran to the back and grabbed his whip and when he was announced went on stage. 30 minutes later drenched in sweat he went backstage again and rested.

Roger found him in the office writing.

"Hey baby what's up? Everything go ok this morning?" Roger asked giving Benjy a hug and kiss. Benjy just nodded his head and pointed to a chair. Roger sat down and waited.

"Yep I have an idea I ran by Daniel, tonight at 9 we have a meeting with the family and I am going to propose it to them. I want your input now though." Benjy said then started telling Roger all about his idea.

Roger was his boyfriend and has been for about two or three years now. He loved Roger and Roger loved him. One day he wanted to marry him. Even though Roger was his boyfriend he was also his bodyguard so right now he had to wait before they could even think about getting married.

Roger and Benjy have talked about marriage but both wanted to wait till they were older and could find another bodyguard that could stay up with their standards.

Benjy finished telling Roger his idea. All Roger could do was smile. At first Benjy was upset because he though Roger was going to laugh at him, but Roger didn't.

"WOW that is SO cool. I bet you will be good at it. Considering you cooked for both weddings. I can't wait. Free food…" Was all that Roger could get out because Benjy was in his arms kissing him.

"Thank you thank you Roger. I was afraid you were going to laugh and tell me it was silly." Benjy said kissing Roger again.

"Silly HELL no I think it is great" with that they laughed and kissed and Benjy showed him his proposal. Roger liked and even added a few ideas of his own. By 8 o'clock that night Benjy would be ready for the meeting.

Benjy and Roger showed up at 8:55 that evening for the meeting. They went to the back room and put out copies of the proposal in front of the seats for the members of the family. That would be Elijah, Francis, Aaron, Kristen, Marc, Daniel, Roger and himself.

Everyone came in and sat at the table. They all saw the proposal but did not open it. They were waiting on Benjy to start the talks.

"Good I'm glad to see that everyone is here. Ok here's the deal. I have been having this idea I really like for a while now and I decided that today to do something about it. I talked with Daniel and Roger and they both like it. You see when the weddings for Yoshi and Jeff, and Dan and Wayne happened, I did something that none of you knew about. I actually made about half of the food myself." Benjy said he stopped and waited for everyone but Roger and Daniel to get over their surprise.

"Ok now everyone knows I can cook I just haven't wanted to match up with Mom," he said smiling and getting smiles in return. "Well I really liked doing that a lot. I had a lot to think about because I was afraid if I did what I was wanting to do that some people would think that I couldn't be the master of the S&M community of Peckertown and still do the other thing I like to do and that is cook. Well after talking with Daniel and getting his support and input I decided that I could be the master of Peckertown and still do this other idea. Now if you will please open to page one you will see the name of the business I would like to open."

Everyone opened their proposal and saw the name: 'Benjy's Catering Services.' Everyone waited for Benjy to continue.

"As you see I want to open my own catering service. I know it is a long shot and there is another one in town plus our hotels but I really want to give this a shot. I just need to know what everyone thinks." With that Benjy sat down took Roger's hand and waited for them to finish looking through the proposal. Finally Elijah looked up at his son and smiled.

"Benjy is this something you have been thinking about a for a long time?" he asked his youngest son.

"Yes sir it is" he replied looking his father in the eye. Elijah nodded his head and continued.

"Ok so what do you need to know?" he asked going into business mode. Francis and his brothers and sister were all smiling at him along with Roger and Marc.

"Well Dad what I need to know is do ya'll think this would be a feasible business? I need to know what you think about my idea, also location, a loan and so forth. I have 100,000 dollars in my savings I can use as capital with what other loans I can get from Uncle Jed at the bank." Benjy said sitting back and waiting on his father.

"Ok I think it is very feasible and I think that you can hold onto your money and let the bank do the loan or as a line of credit. That way if anything happens you still have your money to fall back on. As far as location there is an empty building two doors down from the Little Leather Club we bought when we expanded the club that would be ideal for the location. With all of the customers going into the club they will have to pass right by it and that will help to increase business. You can use our catalogs from the Tasty Buns and the hotel to get your supplies. You will need to start hiring soon. I am assuming you want the same thing as the Club, you run it and control it but we, your mother and I are in the back ground so if you need help. Is that it?" he asked smiling at Benjy. Benjy nodded his head.

"Yes sir. If you think that will be fine I would really like to do that. Maybe the two of you help in the kitchen start." Benjy said.

"Alright then lets vote. All in favor of letting Benjy do this and add another business to Jorgensen Enterprises, raise your hands" everyone raised their hands all smiling. "All opposed." No one raised his or her hands. "Then that is settled Benjy's Catering Services will be opened in no less then two months and no more then three months. This meeting is over, have a good evening." Elijah said. Benjy gave everyone a hug and thanked them all.

Starting tomorrow it was going to be a very busy next two to three months.

***

The next day Benjy and Roger along with Marc and Daniel went to the bank and secured a line of credit from Elijah's brother Jed.

When they got to the building they noticed there seemed to be someone staying there. Benjy wasn't scared but had Roger run and get a whip from the club.

They all climbed the stairs and saw someone sleeping in a sleeping bag in the back of one of the rooms. The troop slowly approached them.

"Hey get up," said Benjy in his master's voice kicking the sleeping form. The sleeping bag jumped and a boys voice could be heard as the form rolled into a ball.

"Please don't hurt me I was only sleeping please," said the voice sobbing. They could tell it was a young boy maybe not even a teen.

Daniel knelt down next to the boy and gently touched him; a scream and more sobs came from him. Daniel jumped up.

"Hey man we're not going to hurt you," said Roger gently going up to the boy and putting his hand out. Apparently not convinced the boy asked.

"You're not going to hurt me?" he asked amazed.

"No one will hurt you. You have my word as the Master of the S&M community of Peckertown Arkansas." Benjy said in his command voice. Slowly the boy came out of the sleeping bag with his head down not looking at anyone. The boy seemed to be about 5'9 [1.75 m] with brown hair and from what they could tell he has been recently beaten.

Marc went up to the boy and lifted his face up. Looking at the boy he could tell that not only had he been recently beaten but mentally broken as well. The boy's face was bruised with one eye almost swollen shut. But the pain in the other eye is what caused Marc to start crying. Before Marc could ask his name Benjy whispered it.

"Jake!" was all he said. The boy turned towards Benjy and seeing him started crying.

"Be…Ben…Benjy," he finally got out. Benjy walked up to him and the two embraced.

It finally dawned on Daniel who this was.

"Oh my God. Jake we heard you were taken to Alabama. What in the hell happened to you?" Daniel asked coming up and hugging the crying boy.

After about five minutes Jake stopped his crying and in a sad and lonely voice told them all what happened.

"In the last year or so after Reverend Erickson got arrested a new Reverend came forward who was as mean as the last. My parents liked him. Every day for the last four years my parents have been beating me and trying to get the devil out of me as they put it. I couldn't understand what I did that was wrong. Then they started calling me names like faggot and queer and others. I tried to kill myself one night but that didn't work. My parents found me. After I got out of the hospital they started hitting me again. Finally about five days ago my dad got REALLY mad and started hitting on me more then he ever did. He knocked me out, when I came to it was dark and I could barely see or move.

I knew I couldn't stay so I packed up my bag here, and the few cloths I had and went out to the interstate. About an hour later a truck driver picked me up. He was heading here and told me he would drop me off. He was cool didn't try anything on me at all. But he did hold me and make me feel better about myself.

When I got here two days ago I went by your old house and saw that you weren't there anymore. I saw your dad one day but was too ashamed for him to see me in this condition so I didn't say anything I just started running. Finally I found this place and I have been here ever since." Jake said starting to cry. Benjy just held on.

"Hi Jake my name is Marc Fogel I work for the Jorgensen's. Daniel and me are lovers. If you want we can help you." Marc said holding out his hand. Jake looked at Daniel and Benjy who nodded. He took Marc's hand and fell into his arms crying.

After about an hour they took him to the Jorgensen's new home, and called Francis and Elijah, and told them about Jake. Ten minutes later they were pulling into the front drive.

When they saw Jake they hugged him and he retold his story to them. They told him that was all over and that he could stay with them for as long as he wanted too. Finally feeling left out Roger introduced himself.

"Hey Jake I'm Roger Benjy's other half, even though he forgot to introduce me. I have heard all about you from him." Roger said shaking Jake's hand, who giggled at the look that Roger gave Benjy causing Benjy to blush. Benjy kissed Roger and asked for forgiveness. After a few seconds of thought he said he guess he could THIS TIME. Knowing he was only joking everyone laughed.

Jake took a shower and when he came down there was a doctor there, who looked him over. The doc told him he was going to be fine but sore, he did have a few cracked ribs but nothing that would stop him from working; he would just have to be careful.

Benjy told Jake what he was doing and how he became the master of the S&M community in the town and now his idea about the catering service. Jake admitted that he liked to cook and that he could cook very well. Benjy hired him on the spot.

That night Jake slept between Roger and Benjy, having the first real nights sleep that he had had in years.

The next morning they all went back over to the building to look it over and get things started. First they called in a contracting company to come and redo the inside. It would include the kitchen a little sitting area so people could come and talk with him and his staff about the wedding or party food that would be served at any function. On the second floor they created a fancy dining area for large parties on the premises in addition to the ones held at people's homes, offices and other places.

While the construction was going on it was time to order all of the equipment. Benjy ordered the mixing bowls and ovens, the pots and pans and all of the necessary cooking utensils that would be needed. Along with all the furniture that was going to be used as set designs to show off the catering food.

Finally it came time to start hiring people. Boys showed up from all over Peckertown. Benjy was hiring drivers, kitchen help, consultants and one of the most important cooks, and bakers.

All in all he hired about 25 boys to fill in all of the slots that would be needed. In the next few weeks they were taught what kind of food they would be making. Shown the recipes that would be used, how to use the equipment, how to set up the tables in the front room, and how to set up the tables for weddings, birthday parties, business parties and so forth.

Finally in two and a half months Benjy's Catering Services opened. Within two hours he already had parties and wedding lined up for the next month. He couldn't believe that no one cared that he liked to cook and be the master at the same time. Hell he couldn't even believe it.

Finally he figured out that he had everything he ever wanted. With Jake as the manager he did not have to worry about what would happen while he was at the club, and with Roy and Caleb at the club he didn't have to worry about what happened there while he was at the catering shop.

Benjy loved this. He was doing the two things he loved best, whipping up good food and whipping on people.

The very first night of his grand opening Roger and himself made love. Not the hard and fast sex that he liked but the slow and gentle embracement of true lovemaking.

Roger knew that Benjy loved Being the master and in charge, and having everything his way, and taking command in everything he did, but Roger was the only person that knew that every now and then Benjy wanted to be taken care of. That instead of taking care of every little detail and everything that happened, that Benjy did need that time when he could stop being the master and just be a normal gay boy in love with another gay boy, who when Benjy needed it loved to take care of him.

Even though they decided to wait for marriage, Roger was already thinking of a way to propose to Benjy and get them started in the next step before the marriage and that was to be engaged then let nature take it's course.

That night Benjy dreamed of Roger and his wedding, with his own company making the food and his slaves playing the music. Having the best of both worlds that he always has wanted and now has.

Paulo

The phone rang early that February morning and Anand reached over and picked it up.

"Peckertown Training Academy, how may we be of service?"

He only reverts to his old speech patterns when he's tired.

"One second Sir, let me find Master Paulo for you."

He punched the hold button and put the phone down before turning toward me.

"It is Master John Quinn from Houston, he wishes to talk to you."

"He's got four slaves here now, are we having any problems with them?"

"No, good boys who are learning and will graduate soon. Master Quinn sounded like something bothering him."

"Tell him I'll be with him in a minute. Have to go the bathroom first."

"Master Quinn, a pleasure to hear from you. Do you want a report on your slaves? They're all doing fine," I said.

"Paulo, how many times do I got to tell you to call me JQ," he said in his Texas drawl.

"Still got to break that old habit," I said, "So what's up JQ?"

"Got a problem, no situation may be a better word and I can't put it off any more and it involves you."

I pulled a pad of paper and pen from the nightstand drawer. "Go ahead, you know I'll help if I can."

"Got a client who besides coming to my place regularly has two boy slaves of his own. White boys and not Mexicans so I don't know where he got them and I'm not asking."

"How old?"

"Twelve and fourteen and maybe brothers, hell probably brothers they look so much alike. I told him about the PTA one day and he's been begging me to see if you'll take them for training. Told him I didn't know but I'd ask."

I sat for a minute thinking it over.

"You have a preference JQ? You are an investor so if you want yes or no I'll go along with it."

"Don't know, I want you to think about it because while something's bothering me it could open up a new revenue stream for you from the other masters too."

"What's bothering you?"

"Paulo, shit to be honest I don't know how willing slaves they are. Only reason I'm even thinking about going along with him are your rules."

"Rules that will apply to him. Look, I'll call you back later today with an answer. That ok?"

"Sure, talk to you then. And if its no that's fine with me."

JQ hung up and I collapsed back on the bed.

"What's up master?" Anand said.

"Call the Jorgenson Enterprises office and leave a message that I've got to talk to Marc and Daniel about an offer I just got."

"You ok love?"

"Like that better," I gave him a quick kiss, "now make the call."

Marc

Daniel and I walked into the office to find Margaret with her head on the desk.

"You ok?" I asked a second before Daniel did.

She looked up for a second and then put her head back down. Then pointed at a stack of messages on her desk. I picked them up and thumbed through them. Thirteen and they'd all been called in that morning. I don't mean taken off the machine that morning but there's a date and time stamp on the machine and that's what Margaret uses. And some had two or three times on them so it was thirteen different people.

"And Randy Jordan is waiting in the conference room. Couldn't stand him in here any longer," was her last mumbled words.

Daniel kissed his cousin on the top of the head and I turned the answering machine back on before we made our way down the hall to the conference room. Even through the closed door we could hear his walking and muttering. Couldn't understand him but knew we had an unhappy camper. I looked at my lover who shrugged and I returned it before opening the door.

"When are they getting," Randy started and then saw us, "Finally, about time."

Randy is 6'4" [1.93 m], about 240 pounds [110 kg] of sinewy muscle, short auburn hair and a matching goatee. He's always been high strung but as manager and choreographer at The Dancing Boys Club he ran a tight ship and the dancers responded to him so we let him slide.

Not that morning.

"Just watch who you're talking to Randy. The state you got Margaret in was your first strike and that may or may not have been your second," Daniel barked back.

"Fine, fire me, do me a fucking favor," he responded.

"Calm down and sit down," I said and pointed to a chair.

Randy threw up his hands and sat down in disgust. Daniel and I sat across from him.

"What has gotten you so upset this early in the morning?" I asked.

"Haven't been to bed yet since we closed at two. I've got dancers sleeping on the dance floor," Randy said.

"You close at midnight," Daniel said and it wasn't a question.

"Normally, but you know that group you've got at the Jorgenson Inn?"

We nodded.

"They booked the club from nine to one in the god damned morning and they wouldn't leave. Had boys sneaking out on me and couldn't blame them and won't take it out on them. At 1:45 when they still refused I called the cops and they finally got them out."

"No problem there, we'll back you on it if the group leader complains," I said.

Randy smiled and nodded, "Thanks, but that's not all. Finally got home around three after making sure the boys who were sleeping in were safe and driving anybody else home. The answering machine was blinking up a storm. Fifteen boys called and either quit or threatened to. And to fucking top it all they walked out saying the party was included in the group including the tip. Called that fucking group sales jerk you have working out of the Jorgenson Inn and he said the party yes the tips no. If I tell them no tips I might as well close the door because I won't have any dancers."

"Fucking shit, no wonder your upset. How much should the tip for each dancer been for the whole five hours?" I asked.

"Minimum ten an hour, with the overtime really should be more," Randy said, a little calmer now that he had everything out.

"How many boys did you have there? Dancers, helpers, DJ, everybody?" Daniel asked.

"Sixty."

"Give each $75.00 no matter how long they were there. And give yourself an extra $200 for the aggravation and stress," Daniel said.

"I don't have that much cash in the safe," Randy said.

"I'll draw a check for five thousand when we're finished and you'll take it to the bank," I said.

Daniel was on the phone and I hit the speaker button.

"Jorgenson Inn, how can I help you?"

"This is Daniel Jorgenson, is Chris Thurber in?"

"Yes Sir, do you wish to speak with him?"

"First check with the front desk and ask if that Thumper Group has left."

"Hold on Sir," the operator said.

"Don't you start snapping at the boys Daniel," Randy said and attempted a smile.

"No Sir, they're not due to leave until noon."

"Thanks a lot, now I'll take Thurber."

"Mr. Thurber," he said in a stiff tone a few seconds later.

"Mr. Jorgenson, how are you this morning."

"Finally finished dealing with Mr. Thumper. Do you know that idiot at the dance club called the cops to kick them out? Had to take out the charge for the party or he was threatening to sue us."

"Did you even try talking to Mr. Jordan?" I asked.

"Who is that?"

"That is Marc Fogel, General Manager of Jorgenson Enterprises and this is Daniel Jorgenson, Vice President and Assistant General Manager and this is what you are going to do. You are going to call Mr. Thumper and tell him the owners not only rescinded the rebate but also are adding an additional $2,000 for the hour overtime, $1,000 for the cost of calling the police and $5,000 for the tips for the dancers. When you are finished getting that paid in full by wire transfer you can let them check out and then get your ass down here."

"But Mr. Jorgenson, you don't know what that will do to my business."

"Mr. Thurber just do it and get your sorry ass down here," Daniel said and hung up.

"Margaret, find Zeus for me," I called.

"Thurber's gone, no notice and no severance," Daniel said.

I nodded.

"Should I wait till we get the money to pay it out?" Randy said.

"No, you and the boys deserve every cent. Now go home and take a nap. When you get up call every single boy and tell them that they're going to get paid till two regardless of when they left plus the tip. Then go back to sleep."

"Zeus on two," Margaret called.

I hit the speaker button.

"Zeus, where are you?"

"Clinic, what's up Marc?"

I filled him in, "Can you get back there now?"

"No, I've got a young kid in bad shape waiting. I'll call Sergeant and tell him to watch Thurber and the group. Make sure they don't leave until we got the cash, including any extra charges in cash. After I'm finished with this appointment I'll be there."

"Good enough, call me after you get a progress report," I said and hung up.

"Now leave," I said to Jordan.

"And apologize to Margaret on your way out," Daniel said.

"Who's next on the disaster list?" Daniel asked when he returned with a couple of sodas and writing the check.

Neither one of us drinks coffee so we get our caffeine fixes from soda. No more than your usual quota of coffee every day.

"A Mr. Thumper on the phone," Margaret called before I could answer.

"Tell him to pay up and nobody here wants to talk to him," Daniel called.

I gave him a high five and pulled the top slip off.

"Matt, message is Ricardo," I said checking the next slip.

"Just Ricardo, not Joaquin too?"

"No, and he called twice," I said as I entered his number.

"Green Street Apartments, Matt speaking. How can I help you?"

"Tell us why you called," Daniel said and laughed.

"Hi guys, glad you called. You remember Joaquin and Ricardo?"

"Hard to forget those two, even though I haven't seen them around lately. Everything ok, no drugs or underage sex?"

"No drugs or any sign of them. Thing is it's no longer underage sex with Ricardo. Yesterday was his tenth birthday and he wants to work. Even has his birth certificate to prove it. Problem is he doesn't have any parents to sign the paperwork and he's asking me what to do and I don't have a frigging clue… sorry."

"Don't worry about the language Matt," I said suppressing a chuckle, "Have you talked to Joaquin? How does he feel about his little brother working?"

"Regular job he's fine with but no whoring. Just as fine with the way it is."

"Matt, it's Daniel."

"Hi Lion."

"Roar, look what the law says is parent or legal guardian can sign the paper. Tell Joaquin he should take the birth certificates and their parents death certificates if they have them down to the court and Joaquin can apply to be named his brother's legal guardian."

"Don't know if they have the death certificates, they didn't hang around for the funeral much less paperwork," Matt said.

"If that's the case then have them go to Silvers first and he can take care of that. Long run better for his baby brother to have it legal."

"OK, thanks. I'll see you next week for our regular meeting then."

"Fine, say hi to Caleb for us," Daniel said and hit the disconnect button. "Next?"

"Clinton Condoms?"

"I'll call them later, problem with the last shipment."

I slipped him the slip and the next two as well since they were also from vendors. Daniel's taking care of almost all the payables now and when anybody's objected to dealing with a seventeen-year-old Elija or I just tell them its Daniel or lose the business. Amazing how they all give in.

The next two were mine for later. Daniel sticks with the hospitality division while I get the warehouse and property divisions too. There's a lot of property between the apartment buildings, retail property and the vacant land outside of town. As I wrote a couple years ago in the Old South wealth meant property and not just cash.

We split the next five along those lines and came to the last one.

"Anand called and said Paulo needs to talk to us. Has his people calling our people now?" Daniel said and we laughed.

"How long has that light been blinking?" Daniel said pointing to the phone.

I shrugged, "Margaret, is that for one of us?"

"That damn rabbit kept calling back and calling back, finally just put the asshole on hold," Margaret yelled, and I mean yelled back.

"Rabbit?" Daniel asked.

"Poor deprived childhood. The rabbit in the Disney movie Bambi was named Thumper," I said and kissed my fiancée before he could respond.

Daniel hit the button. I talked.

"Mr. Thumper this is Marc Fogel, General Manager of Jorgenson Enterprises. I presume you've called to tell me the money is on the way."

"No it isn't and how dare you try to extort money from me and my guests."

Daniel gave him the finger.

"Thumper I am not extorting anything from our guests. All I am demanding is that you fulfill your contract. A contract that your group has already violated at least once by failing to leave the dance club last night after your arrangement was fulfilled and after you were asked to leave politely. As a result of that action we have lost fifteen of our dancers so I am in no mood to talk to you. And so you know as soon as I hang up with you I am calling Sheriff Waters and tell him to send his men to the Inn and if you attempt to leave before the bill is paid in full in cash to arrest you and your party for theft of services. Additionally if that happens I will make sure that you will never book another tour in the state of Arkansas again."

I picked up the handset and slammed it down to disconnect the call. We barely had time to slug down the rest of our sodas before the light started blinking again. I rolled my eyes and punched the speakerphone button.

"Thumper, what now?"

"Wow boss, settle down, its Zeus," the big black man said.

"Sorry, what's up? How's that kid?" I said.

"Had to put the kid in the hospital for a few days but I think he'll be fine in the long run."

"Anybody we know," Daniel asked.

"No, least I don't think so, he doesn't work for any of your properties and is relatively new. Called his parents about going home and they hung up on him without a word. When he realized that line was gone he flipped, not the first and not the last."

"Send his family the bill but there's always the fund," Daniel said as he covered his eyes.

I rubbed his back. "What about Thumper?"

"He's blasting at Thurber right now and I really don't care for what our employee is saying back," Zeus said.

"He's gone as soon as Thumper is. We decided that before unless you have any great objection," I said.

"Why wait?" Zeus said.

Daniel and I looked at each other.

"Just make sure he's escorted and that his computer and files are secured. Can't do anything about any signed contracts but got to see what he's been up to," I said.

"Fine, I'll call back later," Zeus hung up.

"I'm going to hit the can and get our second cans," I said, "Then we'll call Paulo."

First slugs of the second can of diet coke of the day and Daniel dialed the PTA.

"Peckertown Training Academy," Paulo said.

"Hi Paulo, its Marc and Daniel," Daniel said. "You called?"

"Hi, got a call from Master Quinn from Houston with a propo… propo…"

"Proposition," I said.

"Yeah, still not used to all these big business words. Let me tell you," Paulo said and recapped what JQ had told him.

"I can see your problem," I said, "Don't know how much business that would be but it would help with your relations with the masters."

"But if JQ is right these boys might not be willing," Paulo said.

"All the more reason to accept them. Give them chance to get out," Daniel said.

"If they're willing they'll proudly wear the upside down tear but if not you will give them a chance at freedom," I added.

"True, that is the way I have to look at it. Thank you my friends," Paulo said.

We talked for a few more minutes before hanging up. The phone was dark.

"Hope we just gave him the right advice," Daniel said.

Paulo

"Hope that's the right advice," I said to Anand and told him what it was.

Anand thought for a minute and nodded.

"I think it is. Think even what Master Quinn wants. I talk with his slaves and they say he is good master who cares for them. Number 2 once told me that this customer came with two boys and treated them worse than Master Quinn would allow. If it same then we have to give boys a chance," Anand said.

"Quite a speech from you. Get Master Quinn on the phone for me."

"That's JQ Master Paulo."

"Paulo, how are you?" JQ said.

"Doing good, how about you?"

"Fine, fine, place is jumping today."

"Wait until you get your first batch back, they'll never stay on the line," I said.

"Hope so, got to make that tuition back, though from what Morgan and Siegfried say that'll be fast. Now have you thought it over?"

"Yes, and I am willing to take the boys as students. Now he must sign same conditions as you do. Especially if I say they are free then they are free. The fee is the same but if you want to add something for your time and trouble that is all right with me. If he agrees then I would like them here a week from Monday because I have another group coming in then so they can start together."

"Fine, fine, and I like the idea of up-charging him, especially since I might lose him as a customer after this. I'll call you as soon as I know," JQ said.

"Very good," I said and hung up, "Let's get to work love.

Zeus

Since Clarence Clemons finally is recording and touring away from his Boss I accepted the chance to write from my Boss.

First thing I did was wave Sergeant over from the other end of the lobby where he was watching Thumper and Thurber go at it. I whispered in his ear and he called a couple of his boys down to help out. I guess boy isn't the right word since Bubba and Leroy are as black as I am and seventeen but all the kids who work here are like sons to me. A flaw in my management skills but I'm still more psychologist than hotel manager.

"Mr. Thurber, come here now please," I said.

"Mr. Morgan, I'm," he said.

"Now," I said.

"Excuse me Mr. Thumper," he said in an exasperated tone that had me clenching my fist.

"Thank you for coming over Mr. Thurber. You're fired as of this second. Bubba and Leroy will escort you to your office so you can collect any personal affects and then off the premises," I said and enjoyed watching his jaw drop.

I walked over to Thumper whose bottom jaw was also about three inches from the top.

"Why did you do that?"

"That does not concern you Mr. Thumper. What does is making the arrangements to have the balance of your bill wire transferred to our account. If you will follow me we can get to it."

"But Zeus," he said.

"Let's finish this in my office, or do you want to finish it at police headquarters?" I turned and headed to my office.

"Mr. Thumper, please move. If you resist it will be my pleasure to encourage you," my head of security whispered.

Once he was seated I handed over the bill. "The balance of your hotel bill, not including any extra charges incurred by the members of your party is $3,654.00 plus the extra $8,000 for last nights dance party brings the total to $11,654.00. I have the information for our bank account. You can use my phone."

"Look, this isn't my first group here and I've got three more coming and I'll make the same arrangement with you that I did with Thurber on those if you just let me slide here."

"What arrangement was that?" I asked.

"He cut the rates down, including the tip percentage and got a five percent kickback."

"And now he's out of a job and I like my work here too much to risk it. Now make the phone call," I snapped.

"I don't have the money in the checking account."

"Sergeant, can you check to see if Sheriff Water's men have arrived," said.

"Sure boss," Sergeant said and reached for the knob.

"Wait, you win, but I expect you to honor those three contracts."

"We will, but instead of paying the five percent to that slime ball you'll add it to the tip money. The tip percentage will also apply to any future parties at the dance club or anywhere else."

Thumper picked up the phone and started dialing. "Oh all right, I guess that's fair, just put it in writing so there's no arguments later."

While he talked on the phone I pulled up the contract files and made the changes on the three contracts. I looked at the rates and was sick. How had I given that twerp so much freedom? I made the changes, including the overtime rates for the dance club and printed them out on the main printer.

Tad brought them in a few minutes later and I gave him a kiss and squeezed his still tight buns when I saw Thumper begin to drool.

"One of these days Zeus," Tad said and swished his ass as he walked out.

Cody

We were getting ready to open when I saw Mr. Thumper talking first to Thurber, who I always thought was shady, and then Zeus. When I saw Zeus' big hand clench I knew something was up.

This wasn't the first time he'd led a group here but the first time we'd had problems. Guys who wouldn't keep their hands off the staff, tried to claim the meals were included in the tour, drinking too much and tipping too little if at all. Justin and I made up that money to the staff but it pissed us off.

I turned and called the staff together and told them to tell all the guests that due to computer problems we couldn't take room charges but cash and credit cards were fine.

"All guests or just Thumper's," Keith asked.

I looked at my younger brother and smiled. He's moved up from busboy to headwaiter. He's still with Tad and they're even talking about getting their own apartment away from us and Zeus and the twins. And I have to admit he's almost as good looking as I am.

"All, and tell them when they come to be seated, no surprises at the end."

Marc

Daniel walked in about three looking wiped out. Knew how he felt. Thumper's money finally came through at two and they were gone by a quarter after.

"Pool party?" I said.

"It's ready," he said with a smile.

"Yep, Nico called about an hour ago. They cleaned everything up and the heaters are working fine in the pool and the building. Swears from now on we'll be able to put it up and take it down ourselves in an hour."

Daniel stared at me.

"Or for a small fee will do it for us," I admitted, "You make all your calls, get everything done?"

"Yes boss."

"Good, now call the usual suspects then we'll close up early. I think we earned it today."

"Paulo on one and leaving early better include me," Margaret yelled.

"Of course favorite cousin," Daniel said as I reached for the speakerphone button.

"Hi Paulo, what's up?" I said.

"The boys will be here a week from Monday. Just got final confirmation from JQ. Their master is flying them up on his private jet."

"Do you have the master's name?" I asked.

"Herbert Walker, owns a huge ranch with some oil wells on it according to JQ."

"Let me see what I can find out about him before he gets there. Maybe give us more of a clue about the slaves," I said.

A sigh of relief came over the phone. "Thanks Marc, I was going to ask you that but wasn't sure how."

"Pool party at five, our house. You, Anand and whichever pair of assistants you want to bring. Tell the other they get the next one," Daniel said.

"Too cold," Paulo said.

"Got the pool heated and enclosed, plenty warm. So get those sexy buns over there," Daniel said.

"We'll be there," Anand shouted from beyond Paulo.

Paulo laughed, "We'll be there, though I don't know what I'm going to do with this one."

"On that note we are going to hang up," I said and did just that.

"Think I'll go call Benjy and Roger, suggest they talk with that pair about keeping roles separate," Daniel said.

We were out of the office by four, out of The Tasty Buns by 4:30 having given Elija and Francis a quick recap and having some platters thrown together so we didn't have to cook or order in. After we put the food in our car Daniel went back in one last time.

"Invited Shawn and Chris after they're finished here. Figured after the New Year's Eve party it was better if this was all taken care of first," Daniel said when he returned.

"That's my love," I said and leaned over and kissed him before we pulled out.

Daniel and I got home and the pool enclosure was exactly the way we'd pictured it originally. It enclosed most of the deck as well as the entire pool with doors on both sides. Over the almost three years my love and I have lived here there'd been many special memories and we'd hated the idea we couldn't use it during the winter. I'd mentioned it to Logan the last time he called to check on John and Carlos and the head of Samurai Inc. told me what he'd done with his.

We set everything up, stripped and jumped in. The water was still a little chilly but warm enough considering the heat had only been on a couple hours. We started swimming some nice slow laps when the door opened and along with a burst of cold air the very same John and Carlos came in.

"Welcome, strip and get in here," Daniel said, "Unless you want something to eat or drink first."

"You know Carlos, wherever we go everybody wants to see us naked, even our friends," John said.

"Well, keep your clothes on then and jump on in," I said.

They'd already taken their jackets off and were wearing the one-piece jumpsuits that were their usual in public dress. Gray and tight didn't leave much to an imagination that had seen pictures of them naked for too long a time.

In practiced unison they unzipped the front of the jumpsuits, slowly pulled each arm out, turned so their backs were to us before pushing the suits down and removing them. The physical workouts they'd started along with the work on the small grocery store they'd started on Peckertown Blvd. made them even better physical specimens than before.

They jumped in right in front of us and we grabbed them. I took Carlos while Daniel had John and that act was followed by a long hot tongue-dancing kiss. Hands increased the heat by roaming over our friend's body. I know every boy lover in the world would love this moment but that wasn't what I was feeling. Maybe the first couple of times the four of us had gotten together but not any more. Now it's friends having fun together, besides I was home and rules are rules. So I grudgingly knocked Carlos hand off of my cock.

"You and your silly rules. But it is one thing I love about you two," Carlos said.

We went back to kissing since that didn't count but were very quickly interrupted by more of our guests arriving.

An hour later the food was gone and the four of us plus Paulo and Anand, Bryan and Byron, Benjy and Roger and Shawn and Chris were sitting around the pool, couple by couple. The chairs were empty except for clothes and dirty dishes, sitting in the chairs kept us to far away from our loves and that wasn't acceptable.

The temperature slowly rose from cuddling to serious kissing to mutual masturbation to blowjobs to 414, that's six 69s to you and me. Wasn't an orgy, not even a lust filled pool house. What it was a beautiful scene of six couples in love making love. Six pairs, each pair embracing themselves in the company of four other pairs doing the same. The scent of sexual love filled our nostrils.

The act of sexual love with the young man of my dreams was, as always, intoxicating and the others fell into the background. The hard throbbing cock in my mouth only partially belonged to the boy I fell in love with thirty-three months ago. My Lion was never a young teen, at least for me, but now more than ever he really was a man, with a man's mouth, a man's ass, the man I still and would always love.

I felt him increase his suction on my cock as I felt his begin to throb in my mouth. I increased my action to match his. Trying to coordinate what I felt in my mouth with what I was feeding into his. From around the room I could hear other couples reaching that magical point and we began feeding off each other. I started moaning around Lion's cock. Felt him moving faster on mine and slowed for a moment to enjoy it. I licked my tongue around his cock, flicked his slit and drank the precum. Bobbed my head a few more times and drank my lover's seed as he drank mine.

As I came back to Earth I could hear the rest enjoying reentry as well. I licked Daniel's cock clean and when I felt him release mine I turned around and we went back to cuddling.

Paulo

We've just finished unloading the four English slaves that Master Reginald sent from his London shop, two whites, one Arab and a Jamaican. Look like a good group of boys from twelve to fifteen. Very polite, wearing tight latex boxer briefs and vests that seemed molded to there ripped chests.

"Sir, we've got to move, another plane coming in," the pilot said.

"Fine, we're done," I said.

Fifteen minutes later a large corporate jet came to a stop, on its tail was the symbol for Walker Ranch. What we expected from the research. The door opened and the pilot led the boys out. The older one had his head shaved and wearing too small blue Speedos. The younger one's blond hair was collar length wearing an open extra-long short sleeve shirt so we could see his hairless body. They both were shackled from neck to wrists to ankles. The worst part, the fucking worst part is they matched the last known picture of Herbert Walker and his two natural born sons. A picture a reporter took three years ago at their mother's funeral. As I watched them approach I maintained a professional composure but prayed to God in the name of all the boys of Peckertown that I could free these two.

Matt

I'm at the PTA to pick Caleb up. Before I continue this tale there's a couple things I've got to tell you. I hate to say it but while Caleb can do stuff at the barracks and the PTA it's looking like he won't be making a full comeback to the Little Leather Club. Fortunately he's taking it better than I hoped for. Think he's loving the training he's doing.

Secondly, Joaquin and Ricardo took the advice and went to see the lawyer and going through the steps to become legal guardian. Joaquin just made his younger brother swear on their parents' graves that he wouldn't whore.

There was nobody at the house so I headed down to the training facility where I figured the new boys were being checked in and examined. As I approached the twins came out with the four English boys in tow, literally. Paulo recently started having them chained by the neck for the first walk from being signed in to the barracks to remind them that despite the setting they were still slaves. And if a group seemed to be forgetting it they got chained all the time. So far it had worked fairly quickly.

I went into the training facility and called my boyfriend.

"In here love," Caleb called and I followed his voice.

I know I'm supposed to write that the first thing that I saw was my handsome lover but to be honest my eyes found his after I saw the two naked brothers hanging from their wrists. Yes Caleb had shared the investigator's report with me. He's seen and heard a lot of stories while working at the club but this got to him.

The two slaves, no matter how much we hated it that's what they were, where facing me but their heads were bowed in submission. Caleb waved from behind them and touched his cheeks.

Paulo was at his desk watching and nodded. I walked over, grabbed the bigger one's face and shook it. Then did the same with the smaller one. Caleb mimed a slap and I reached back and slapped the smaller one's face with an open palm while I stared into his eyes.

He barely flinched but no change in the eyes; so I backhanded his other cheek.

Still no real response and I drew my thumb across my throat.

The younger brother didn't react but the older one turned toward me and shook his head.

"No, please God no," he mouthed.

I walked over and forced him to look me in the eye.

"You or him," I mouthed.

"Him, don't kill my brother. Kill me if you must," he said in a faint whisper.

Paulo held up his hand and motioned me back. I nodded and walked over to Caleb.

"An hour I've been working on them and that's the first reaction," Caleb said.

"And what I meant was he was like brain dead, emotion dead already," I said.

"Slave W1, we will not kill Slave W2. That is not why you are here. Your master sent you here to become better slaves and a dead slave doesn't do anybody any good. Do you understand that boy?"

W1, Avery, nodded.

"You had a tongue for Master Matt, you'd better have a tongue for me."

"I beg your forgiveness Master Paulo. I understand your kind words and my brother and I will do our best to make you proud."

Paulo gestured and Caleb and I lowered them to the ground. Once there Paulo kissed both tenderly on the lips. With that Marshall, the younger slave, wept for a moment.

"Forgive me Master Paulo," he said.

"It's ok, it really is. I used to be a slave like you and I know that in public, in front of our own masters we can't often show emotion. And that is the way it should be for a good slave. But there are times you have to let it out. Scream when you're being whipped, moan in delight when your master is making gentle love to you, and in private cry when you feel like it. Now stand and Masters Kyran and Nate will take you to the barracks where you can meet the other trainees and you can talk with them."

The older raised his hand.

"Very good W1, speak."

"Our master has forbidden us to talk to the other slaves Master Paulo."

"As he wishes," Paulo said and waved Kyran and Nate over while waving at us to follow him.

We were silent until we were in the kitchen and on our second beers, and Paulo doesn't usually drink.

"Matt, I was too stunned when W1, I mean Avery reacted so I didn't hear you tell Caleb why you made that motion. You didn't," Paulo said.

"Kill him? Hell no, slapping them that hard was further than I usually go. I'm a watcher in this scene not a doer. What I said to Caleb was Marshall could have just as easily been dead, definitely emotionally dead. I hit him both times and while the head moved no reaction inside."

"Yet when I kissed him he cried," Paulo said.

"Know what I think," Caleb said, "I think that was the first time somebody kissed him like they cared about him since his mother died."

"Avery must have kissed him like that," Paulo said shocked.

"Not the same, there's a different feeling the way I kissed a customer, even a regular I really liked and the way I feel when I kiss Caleb, and I doubt their master gives them the chance to be together on their off time," I said.

"And I like it a lot better now that you're mine and mine alone," Caleb said and kissed me.

"Don't' worry love, too old to be working these streets with all the new blood coming all the time," I said.

My beeper went off and I looked down.

"Speaking of working I've got to get back to the building."

Paulo

Caleb, Matt and I exchanged quick hugs with Matt mumbling something about nailing somebody's bathroom shut if he broke it again. I turned to my computer and opened my email program. Captain Morgan has a couple slaves here and in my last progress report I'd told him about Walker and his boys. He'd responded telling me he was uneasy and to keep him posted.

What really bothered me was the silence rule. Master Benjy never had that and none of the professional masters who had sent boys to my school had it. Was their father afraid they'd tell the other slaves that fact? I wrote Morgan about that and asked his advice.

I logged off and walked down to the barracks. I had to suppress a smile when I walked through. Not at everybody snapping to attention at lightning speed, though I did nod in appreciation. The hidden smile was for my four assistants, especially Kyran and Nate. They'd put the Walker boys on adjoining lower bunks, right in the middle of all the other trainees. Next step was to have Anand whisper to Morgan's boys to work on getting them to talk.

Marc

It's the first Thursday in March and things are happening in our fair city. Got two weddings coming up in April. Both of them mean a lot to my Lion and me. The second one is the first man-boy wedding in the state of Arkansas. Dan and Wayne just got their marriage license for a late April wedding.

It's what the two of us have been waiting for since I proposed to him. Hell, for longer than that but we knew we had to wait till another couple went first. I know it's silly since Daniel's seventeen and even legal under the old laws but we felt we had to wait.

The first wedding of course is Aaron and Jennifer's in just over a month. No, she's not pregnant they're just very much in love. Plus I think Aaron wanted to make sure he got hitched before his younger brother. It's looking to be a huge affair. The invitation list includes their friends, family and all those family business acquaintances that have got to be invited. Fine with us, means we can keep ours smaller.

"Smaller?" Daniel said as he put his arms around my neck.

"You have any idea how many people they've invited to the reception?"

"Yeah, Zeus is trying to figure out how to fit them all. Said he may have to put the band up on that platform we were on that first Oscar party."

"You serious?" I said and he nodded, "That's not big or strong enough to hold them all and no way in hell are we going to tell some of those boys they can't play."

Daniel kissed my cheek and I turned my head fast and our lips met.

"Don't shoot the messenger, you're right," Daniel said a while later when we were on the couch.

"Got to be a way."

"I'll go over in the morning and do a walk through with the Big Man, see if we can figure something out before the fire department cancels the party."

"Chief's invited too."

We laughed at that and snuggled down and turned on the TV to watch some Razorback basketball.

"You give any thought about ours?" Daniel said during halftime.

"Just want it to be special, and when we slip those rings on and say those I dos that will make it special."

"Yeah," Daniel said and his hand found my crotch.

Mine found his and shortly thereafter we were up in our bedroom wearing no clothes at all.

If I ever counted how many times the two of us made love I lost count eons ago. Each time is special, never feels like we're repeating ourselves though you might feel that way at times.

Started slowly and simply with lots of kissing and touching. His skin was just as silky smooth as ever despite it being an adult's body. Hell, I don't know except that I like touching it. I slid down from his lips to his chin, throat, nipples and on down his hairless chest. Gently kissing him as I moved along until I reached his cock. When I did I pulled away in order to get a better look.

"Everything ok down there?" the love of my life asked.

"Just admiring the most beautiful penis God ever created. Just want to stay here and kiss it," I did, "and kiss it," I did again and again.

"Suck it baby, suck that perfect cock," Daniel said.

I didn't feel like moving forward so I kissed and licked it a little while longer before I took his cock into my mouth and felt the precum drip onto my tongue. Daniel half sat at the head of the bed while my legs hung half off our king sized bed.

"Suck me," Daniel moaned.

And I did. Slowly taking the rest of his man cock into my mouth, my throat until I felt his crotch with my mouth. Lion began thrusting his hips back and forth, fucking my face and I went with it, licking his cock as it traveled to and from my gullet.

Without him touching my cock it was getting harder and as he began to throb in my throat my cock began to pulse against the bed. Lion moved faster, I heard him growling in the back of his throat.

"So close, going to fill your throat with my seed lover," Lion said and the growling got louder.

His cock got larger, throbbed more and so did mine.

Always loved it when we shot our loads together and this was one of those special times when it was his lust and our love that was doing the job.

"I'm cumming," he yelled and filled my throat and I coated the bed with my seed.

Finally after what seemed like a gallon he finally stopped shooting and I licked his softening rod clean before releasing it.

Keith

Hi. I'm so excited. Tad and I moved into our own house today. Just one bedroom, kitchen, living room and den. Supposed to be dining room but we decided we could eat in the kitchen and use the den for fun. Small fenced in backyard for working on our tans.

Don't care that its small I just love it being ours and that we can afford it by ourselves. Yes big brother helped with the down payment but from now on its up to us. And that is so fucking cool.

Now if you'll excuse me, Tad just said its time to Christian the house with our first love making, here.

Tad

Mind your own business. Spent four years with people watching me have sex in my prior life. Nobody's watching now.

Marc

You want me to argue with him? To be honest I was stunned when they sent me that piece of paper by inter-office mail and asked it be included in the next chapter. Daniel and I went by the place to drop off a home warming gift. I won't say its small but it could fit into our pool house with room to spare. But it's perfect for the two kids.

Actually another week has passed and we just finished a conference call between Paulo, Anand, Morgan, JQ, Daniel and me. Paulo asked me to set it up because they finally had some developments with the Walker boys…

"Can everybody hear me?" I said and Morgan and JQ said yes. The rest of us were in my conference room.

"Paulo, hear you finally had some progress with those two boys," JQ said.

"Yes, as you know Walker told them don't talk to the other slaves but we put them in the middle of all the others and sort of hinted to the other trainees we wanted them to get the boys talking. Took a few weeks but it finally happened and once it did they let everything out. Me and the other trainers sensed a difference," Paulo said.

"Better or worse?" Daniel interrupted.

Paulo shrugged then blushed when he realized the other two masters couldn't see it.

"Both, looking back think they were glad they'd told but terrified if their father found out. Problem was they'd sworn the other slaves to secrecy and they didn't want to break the promise."

"So since they look at me as a higher slave they let me know how they felt and I reported to Master Paulo," Anand said.

"Who called me and I instructed my slaves to talk or face severe punishment from Master Paulo's whip," Morgan said.

"I think all they needed was the order Captain, they were just in a bind between wanting to tell and keeping secrets. After all you train them never to repeat anything a client says to anybody but you and only if you ask."

"True, information does come in handy sometimes but customer confidence is just as important."

"Couldn't say it better myself Morgan, now what did your slaves have to say?" JQ said.

"W1 and W2 admitted they were brothers and then after a lot of looking at each other that their master was their father. The boys were shocked; yes in most cases their fathers had beaten them before throwing them out but the idea of a father making slaves of his own kids horrified them," Paulo said.

"And yet they see nothing wrong with your owning them and having them do all that?" I said.

"Outside of not having the ability to walk away like Benjy's do they are a lot like your slaves. We take care of them, they work hard and live hard for that care but they know we're there for them and that means everything for those boys," Morgan said.

I shook my head but didn't report it to the two masters. I know I've written about it before and I guess I understand it but why I'll never know. I motioned to Paulo.

"M1, the senior of this batch, pressed them on whether they liked it and was told no. Then why did they stay? They're always naked, usually chained, separated from each other and kept so far from any roads on the huge ranch it would be impossible for them to escape. What Walker does to them, lets his friends and hands do to them, even lets his hunting dogs do them is to sick."

Paulo stopped and covered his eyes. Anand put his arm around his master and lover and held him.

"It's ok Paulo, none of us like this situation. Taking them in is the best thing you could have done for them," Morgan said.

"Can't use my connections to get at him," JQ said.

"Paulo, have you asked them if they want asylum?" Daniel asked.

"Yes, but they're so scared of him they won't do it. Say he would come take them back, hurt everybody at PTA, destroy all Peckertown."

"I can get a contract on him," Morgan said in a perfectly flat voice.

The room went silent for a moment and I couldn't believe I was actually considering it. Knew it would be a done deal if we said yes.

"Not bad idea but not yet," JQ said, "Paulo, how much longer before the boys are ready to graduate?"

"Two weeks from tomorrow, can't stall it any longer since that's when your boys and the Brits will be done too."

"You got any Texas boys down there you can trust," JQ said.

"Scott Davis," I mouthed to Daniel who slowly nodded.

"Got a whole bunch of your kind whoring up here but the one I got in mind used to run security at the Jorgenson Inn but moved to the water park when it opened," I said.

"That good, why'd you," Morgan said.

"Morgan," I said and he recognized the tone.

"Ok, here's my idea," JQ said, "Send him over Texas boy to Texas boys and let them talk a little turkey in private.

"I'll set something up in the morning and unless Paulo or Anand have anything to add we'll wrap this up until we've got something else to report."

"No," Paulo and Anand said together.

"Marc, would Captain Morgan really kill Walker?" Paulo asked.

"Wasn't sure if you understood what he meant. Hoped you didn't. The answer is yes and I'll bet that he's making arrangements to get it in place right now. Won't happen until we decide but it takes time to get it done right," I said.

The three boys stared at me.

"Hey, you know, I'm a Joisey guy. You watch the Soprano's?"

"Marc," they all said.

"What can I tell you? Besides all of us have a long day tomorrow if this is going to work," I continued in my best Joisey accent.

Scott

Why the hell did I let Frank pick up the phone this morning? Yeah I know we run security at Mark and Mike's Water Park but it's closed for maintenance and we don't have to show our faces till lunchtime.

But he did so instead of eating some leftover hot dogs from the snack bar Frank and I are at a booth at the Tasty Buns being treated by Marc and Daniel. Once I heard that I knew something was up. I couldn't get comps when I worked for them so why now?

"The fish and chips cooked ok for you?" Daniel asked.

"Yes," I said, "and the coke is nice and cold too."

"And the pastrami and corn beef sandwich is great and with this mustard it reminds me of Harold's on 46. Now what do you want?" Frank said.

"You didn't take me there," Daniel said.

"Stop stalling," I said.

"Ok, here's the story. Paulo's got two boys from Texas at the PTA who got sent up here by their father," Daniel said.

"He's training them to sell them?" I said.

"Worse, from what we've figured out their mother died three years ago in a questionable accident. After the mourning died down he made them his slaves. They were nine and eleven then and their lives have been hell since then. When he sent them to the PTA he ordered them not to talk to the slaves. It took work but they got them to open up. They hate their lives but are too scared to ask to stay and they know they have the choice. Afraid their father's going to come down here and take them back anyway and kill or destroy everything in town."

"Could he do that?" Franks said.

"Come down and grab them, probably. Face it John and Carlos still worry about over zealous fans. The rest I doubt but you never know. We all heard Kenny's story about when he became the Dragon," Marc said.

"Shit, and you want me to talk to them good old boy to good old boys?" I said sitting back in the chair.

"That is Plan A and you don't want to know what B is," Daniel said.

"Tell me about them," I said.

"Last name is Walker and they live on a ranch outside of Midland-Odessa."

Daniel started reading from a pad."

"Where I'm from," I said.

"Father's name is Herbert Walker and he's into oil on top of the ranch, or under it I guess. Avery, the older boy is fourteen and Marshall is the younger at twelve. Mother died in a horse riding accident and as she was a champion rider nobody believed it was an accident. The money and land was hers and the will left it all to her husband. Why he didn't just ship the kids off to boarding school till they were eighteen I don't know," Daniel closed the pad.

"Meant spending money on them and nobody to get his jollies from," Frank said.

"How's their training going?" I said.

"Graduate in two weeks. Paulo says they're working hard to become better slaves. Guess they hope if they succeed daddy will treat his $25,000 investment better," Marc said.

"Tell Paulo we'll be out sometime this afternoon. Got to hit the water park for a bit," I said.

"Ok love, besides hating the very idea of this place what's bothering you?" Frank said.

Valid question since we'd been sitting outside the Peckertown Training Academy for at least fifteen minutes and I hadn't said a word.

"Not that, there's something kicking at the back of my head but it won't come through."

"Then lets get in and maybe seeing them will jog it loose."

I kissed Frank and we headed down to the training facility. It was our first time out here and I was amazed at the size of the place and how well kept it was. Frank pointed at the vegetable patch and we saw a bunch of boys working it while others were working on something by the building.

"Master Paulo, two people coming down," a trainer called.

A reply came out of the building but I couldn't make it out. When we reached it the boys, I can't say slaves or even trainees, were standing in something like attention.

The trainer motioned us to inspect and we did. Admiring their form and their firm bodies. Hated to think it but honestly told them that their masters would be proud when they returned.

"W1, W2, escort our guests to Master Paulo immediately," the trainer said.

Two boys from the front row peeled off and came over and we followed them inside. As I watched their straight backs and firm buns that feeling in the back of my head got stronger but wasn't there yet.

Paulo instructed the boys to stay in the hall while he closed the door behind us.

"Thanks Scott, I appreciate you coming out here. Hope you can help them."

"Going to try. Want to tackle them alone. Is it ok if Frank waits in here?"

"Of course. I've got to make my rounds, make sure Anand has everything he needs for supper but I'll be back shortly, Paulo said.

Paulo walked me out and motioned the boys to follow us to another room.

Inside there was one comfortable chair and two low hard wooden chairs and not that much room.

"Is this ok?"

"W2, take the chairs outside," I said and he did so.

"Better, I'll see you later Master Paulo," I said.

Paulo nodded and left, closing the door behind him.

I took my shirt off and sat on the floor was my bare back against the wall and motioned the boys to sit. The boys slowly sat as they stared at my tattoos. The barbed wire around my right arm was nothing special but the dragon on the upper left arm was a stunner. Didn't know if the boys had seen the eagle on my back.

"My name's Scott Davis and I hear we grew up near each other, lived in the outskirts of Odessa until I ran here. Avery, you and your brother live on one of those big ranches outside of town from what Paulo says."

The brothers looked at each other and something in their profiles jostled that twitch some more.

"That is true Master, but our names here are W1 and my brother is W2," Avery said.

"I'm not a master and I have no desire to talk to W1 or W2. I'm here to talk to Avery and Marshal Walker, good old boy to good old boys. I know it's been a long time since you've been able to do that, not since your Mom passed. My parents died just about then too in a car accident. Destroyed me, and when they started passing me from family member to family member to foster care to youth correctional facility it got worse. One foster father gave me these tattoos. Others just fucked my ass and mouth. Finally got to Peckertown and found freedom, a place to put my head, heart and life back together."

"Why are you telling us this Sir? We are slaves," Avery said. Marshall now pressed against his older brother's side.

I pounded my chest with my fist.

"Because we are Texans and Texans aren't slaves. We stand up for ourselves, we stand up for our families," I said.

And everything came together. Remembered the day when I got home from school and Mom was scowling at the newspaper. I pulled a chair up next to hers and looked at it. It was the society pages.

"What's wrong Mom?" I said.

"Your Uncle Herbert's rich bitch of a wife just had their second son. Didn't even know about the first one three years ago."

I looked at the article about a Herbert Walker, which I knew was Mom's maiden name, and his wife announcing the birth of their second son Marshall to go with his three-year-old brother Avery.

"I don't have an Uncle Herbert," I said to Mom.

Her laugh was chilling. "That's his choice. He met and married her and left his family behind. Wants nothing to do with us so I decided never to mention him to you. Now you know but put them out of your mind," Mom said.

I gave her a hug and kiss. "Put who out of my mind?" I said and she laughed and got me my snack, glass of milk and an extra large piece of chocolate cake.

"And you two are my first cousins," I said finally.

Their jaws dropped and they shook their heads. Couldn't blame them, hardly believed it myself.

"My mother is your father's sister. I know you never met her but I just remembered Mom showing me the article about your birth," I said pointing to Marshall "And it mentioned his older brother Avery. Told me about her brother marrying a rich lady and then never wanting anything to do with his family again. Much like he's never let you have anything to do with any friends, family since your Mom died."

"We met all the family before our mother died. Why are you lying to us like that?" Marshall screamed.

"I'm not lying, my full name is Scott Walker Davis. Swear to you on my parents' graves that I am not making any of this up. From the time I heard about you something was gnawing at the book of my head and when I said families it came to me."

"Liar, parents kicked you out when they found you were gay," Marshall said.

Anger flared up but I forced it down.

"Wait Mar, wait a second. Was your mother's name Sheila Ann?"

"Yes, yes it was."

"Oh my God," Avery said.

"What?" Marshall screamed.

"Master's office, when he was still Dad, do you remember a picture of a high school girl on his desk. Girl he would never say who it was," Avery said.

Marshall thought then finally nodded.

"One day I went in looking for him but he wasn't there. I saw the picture and took it out of the frame. On the back it said "To my big brother. I Love You, Sheila Ann Walker."

"And in profile I can see her in you," I whispered.

"He came in then and slapped me hard across both sides of my mouth. Told me never to touch his stuff again. Then he ripped down my pants and spanked the shit out of me. He never said another word about the picture and it was always there," Marshall said.

We sat for a while looking at each other. Think we were all wondering what could have been if our parents had remained close. For me what would have happened if Uncle Herbert had taken me in? Would I have first come to Peckertown with my cousins to be trained at the PTA?

"I'm sorry Scott, shouldn't have said that about your parents. Just our parents never cared about us. Think mother's wanting to keep the line going is the only reason father waited till he killed her to start in on us," Marshall said.

"It hurt but I understand," I said.

"What now?" Avery said.

"Do you want to return home and continue being slaves?" I said.

"Hell no but we don't have a choice. He'll totally flip if we walk out on him, you have no idea what he'll do to this place, to this town," Avery said. "He might kill us along with you, Paulo and everybody here just for having this conversation."

"Wouldn't be as easy as you think," I said and pulled up my right pants leg revealing the revolver in the ankle holster.

"You always wear that?" Marshall said.

"Not in bed with my lover, but we both do security work, we've never had to shoot but it's come close. But look, you two give the word and you are free and we'll take care of Uncle Herbert."

"Can we have a couple minutes by ourselves?" Avery said.

I nodded, picked up my shirt and walked out of the room. Paulo and Frank were waiting for me.

"They're talking but I think I talked my cousins into staying," I said.

"Cousins? Is that what was bugging you?" Frank said.

"Something was bugging me but it wasn't until we were talking that everything came back to me. Their father was my mother's brother."

"Wicked," Paulo said.

The door opened and the boys came out.

"Master Paulo is it true that if we tell you we don't want to be slaves we don't have to go back and we can stay here as free boys?" Avery said.

"Yes."

"Then we want to stay in Peckertown as free boys," Avery said.

"But we want to finish our training and graduate," Marshall said.

"No problem, but in that case get back to your training and say nothing about your decision to anybody else. Not even the other masters," Paulo said.

"Yes Master Paulo," they said as they snapped into the present position and walked off."

I looked at Frank.

He put his arms around me and I cried.

"They can stay with us," Frank said.

Marc

Scott and Frank just left after telling us the good news. Daniel was in the middle of dialing Morgan when they ran back in.

"What's wrong?" Daniel said.

"Just remembered something Marshall said. He came right out and said his father killed his mother, said it like was pure fact and not mad at his father," Scott said.

"I know the reports questioned it but supposedly she was riding alone when it happened," I said.

"We were in that final part and I didn't go after it and in the excitement of them saying yes it just slipped my mind. But if it's true and he can provide some evidence it'll give us leverage," Scott said.

"Get the Captain and JQ on the line," I said to Daniel and he worked the phone. Can't remember how to do conference calls for the life of me.

Fifteen minutes later we had the two masters up to speed.

"Shit, hang on a second let me get that folder," JQ said.

While we waited we asked Morgan if he was going to bring Timmy to graduation because there'd been an accident at the Jorgenson Inn kitchen and a couple of the boys were badly burnt. Naturally he said yes.

"Here it is, I didn't include it because didn't seem important before. But a couple months after Mrs. Walker died the sheriff and two deputies who handled the case retired from the force to form a security company. First client was the Walker Ranch."

"Can anybody say payoff?" I said.

"All I can say is that if he gets away with everything he's done he will never get near one of my boys again," JQ said.

"Do you have any videotapes of him in action?" Morgan asked.

"Captain, such a thing would be unethical for somebody in our profession," JQ said with mock affront, "Hell yeah, even got a bunch burned onto a CD. Think I'll make a couple of copies of it though."

"CDs never thought of that. I'll call you later about that," Morgan said.

"Think Benjy will too once I tell little bro about that. But don't say I called him that," Daniel said.

"Talk to you later guys, Bart's calling," Morgan said and hung up.

"Let me see do some more digging but I can't promise anything. Walker's the type who is well connected. Take care, and good work you good old boy," JQ said, chuckled and hung up.

Scott

Frank and I walked out of the Jorgenson Enterprises office a few minutes later. Wasn't mad at Frank for answering the phone this morning anymore.

Got two new cousins who are going to need us and we're going to have to find a way to keep them alive.

Sounds good to me.

Zeus

Daniel and I flipped a coin for this section and he insisted that I say I "won" the toss. You should have seen him smile as he walked out of MY office.

To be honest though he had a good reason to be happy. Just gave Billy Ray Bob the Group Sales Manager job that Thurber had. Now if you don't remember him Billy Ray Bob has been running the Jorgenson Inn front desk and reservations almost since we opened. Before that he worked the Little Leather Club's front door. And while he might be living with Wang now he was Daniel's first boyfriend.

And I've learned my lesson, I may trust Billy Ray but after Thurber I'm going to keep a closer eye on him.

Frank

Hi guys. My lover and his cousins asked me to write this but man I don't know if I can do it justice. I mean I love mysteries, read them and watch all the TV shows, especially some of the old ones like Murder She Wrote and Colombo. I know it's a little weird to love shows about death after my little brother's suicide but it's something all four of liked doing before things went completely to hell. But you know when you hear about a real life murder it's different man. Very fucking different.

It's about three days after Scott and my first trip out here and this time Scott wanted me to meet them. As well as talk about their mother's death. It was really interesting. I knew something about what they'd been through for the last three years but like so many guys I've met here once free of the problem they bounce back so fast. Though I know there will be fucking nightmare keeping all of us up for a while. There are still nights I see Sam take those last steps and my arms can't, can't fucking. Be right back, got to walk around the block if I'm going to get through this. Thanks for waiting. ; --).

As I said before the meeting went well. Meeting isn't the right word but can't come up with anything better. About half hour in Scott turned to Marshall.

"You said something last time that I want to ask you about," Scott said.

"About mother being killed?"

"Yeah, you said it like a flat out fact and not as a way to get back at him."

"And you want to know what I meant?" Marshall said.

"Always thought something was funny about it. What ya see?" Avery said.

"I'd gone to the stables after breakfast to clean my gear and go out riding. Now it's a long stable with stalls on both sides," Marshall said.

"We've spent a lot of time there last few years chained up either in a stall or a secret room in the rear," Avery said.

Marshall put a hand on his brother's arm and shook his head.

"Sorry," Avery said.

Marshall took a deep breath and continued.

"My horse was in the rear so he didn't see me when he came in to saddle the horses."

"Your father?" I asked.

"No, our master. We're forbidden to call him, it father. First he saddled his horse and then started on mother's. Right before he cinched the saddle he went outside and looked around. When he came back he took something out of his pocket and put it under the saddle. Mother came out, his cell phone rang and she left without him. Ten minutes later he took off after her. His story was he didn't catch up to her, said she most of taken a different trail than the one they'd planned."

"He came back," Avery picked up the story, "hour or so later he led a search party out. He found her and mother's horse was there so he could have removed any device before he called for help."

"Mars, why didn't you say anything?" Scott said.

"Mars?" I said.

"Schoolyard nickname that I'm liking a lot more than Marshall. Scott, I was what? Nine years old and hysterical when they brought her body out. Later when I saw how everybody was treating master I knew it wouldn't matter who I told. Right now I don't care if he goes to jail for it or not," Marshall said and cuddled into his big brother.

"Hope you or your friends can use this against him in some way. Maybe even get our inheritance one day," Avery said as he wrapped his arm around his younger brother.

"As long as you're with us you don't have to worry about money. May put you to work cleaning and folding towels at the water park though," Scott said.

"Sounds good, sounds good to me cousin," Avery said.

Marc

"Paulo's on the phone," Margaret called through the intercom.

"Graduation is this Saturday," Daniel said from the other side of my desk.

I nodded as I punched the speakerphone button. My eyes didn't leave my lover's though, his hair and eyes were shining and the top three buttons of his burgundy long-sleeve shirt were unbuttoned revealing a delightful expanse of smooth muscular chest.

"Marc, you there?" Paulo said.

"Hi Paulo," I said as Daniel tried not to laugh, "I'm with Daniel. What can we do for you?"

"Mr. Walker just called to tell me he would be flying up himself on Friday and will return right after graduation with his slaves. That's what he called them," Paulo spat.

"We'll make due with the time we have. Doesn't really matter anyway. Did he say if JQ is coming with him?"

"I asked and he said no. Said he didn't like the way the old bastard was treating him and if he wasn't the only game around he'd turn him into the cops," Paulo said.

Lion drew his thumb across his throat, the expression on his face I was more used to seeing on Benjy's face when he was in full pissed off master mode. I thought for a moment and nodded.

"If you two are talking about Captain Morgan's offer I agree with your decision," Paulo said.

"Either way?" Daniel asked.

"Lion, I know as well as you there is only one way to deal with this animal. Even before this threat he did not deserve to live. And that is not something I would have ever said about my own parents," Paulo said.

"Tonight keep Avery and Mars at the house. We'll be out about nine with some friends to discuss things," I said.

"Good, I will see you then," Paulo said and hung up.

I waited for the dial tone then dialed Captain Morgan's private line.

"Marc this is a surprise. Didn't expect to speak with you till we got there Thursday," Morgan said.

"This couldn't wait Captain. It's about that offer you made a couple weeks ago," I said.

"What happened?" Morgan said.

I brought him up to date including my thoughts on the night's meeting.

"Have you talked to Quinn?" Morgan asked when I was through.

"No, wasn't sure if it would be wise. Don't want that good old boy taking care of this himself," I said.

"I'll take care of everything then give Quinn a call. Just got one piece of advice for you two and Pablo."

"Yes Captain," Daniel said.

"Don't let it bother you. We may make our fortunes on the kids these vermin leave behind but that's all they are, vermin and they deserve to be exterminated like any rat. Having said that, I know it won't be easy once it's done but from the second I hang up the decision cannot be undone. Good-night gentlemen and I'll see you in two days," Morgan said.

There was almost a half-minute of silence before the line clicked dead. Daniel and I stared at each other but we said nothing.

I started making the necessary phone calls for the nights meeting. Told everybody that they'd get filled in then just get there. Nobody said no.

Paulo

I found Anand in the kitchen preparing supper and I told him about the evening's plans, but not about the decision.

"I have time Master Paulo and will make refreshments. I know not a happy meeting but more reason for them," Anand said.

"You are right number one slave. I will be eating supper in the house with Byron, Brian, Kyran and Nate. You will send the British boys to bring our food and then return immediately. I need you to watch them till I call for you."

"Yes Master," Anand said.

I hugged him and he returned it. I fought back the tears but felt a little peace dig back into my soul. None had been there since I'd voted to kill Master Walker.

Marc

"Marc, Sheriff's on the line," Margaret called that Friday afternoon.

I looked across at Daniel, a shrug, and we both turned to Captain Morgan who just smiled.

Once again I punched that button, going to need a new handset soon.

"Hi Whitey, I'm here with Daniel and Captain Morgan. What can I do for you?"

"Actually I've got some bad news. The plane carrying a Mr. Herbert Walker and his party for tomorrow's PTA graduation ceremony blew up in midair about an hour ago. No survivors I'm afraid."

"That's a real shame," I said, "I'll take care of telling Paulo."

"You'll let me know if you need any help with his slaves," the Sheriff said.

"Will do. I'll talk to you later," I said then switched lines and called Scott.

A half-hour later the three of us pulled next to Scott and Frank's car in the PTA parking lot.

"You know, I can't believe we orphaned my cousins," Scott said.

"You didn't, we didn't do it. That bastard orphaned them the second he started planning to kill his wife," Daniel said.

"Frank's been telling me that since you called. Doesn't help enough, but I'm strong enough. Mostly because I can't fail Frank or my cousins. Let's go in," Scott said and turned.

We entered the house and found Paulo in the living room with Avery and Mars. Scott and Frank went to them but they're eyes stayed with me.

"Did something happen to master?" Avery finally asked.

I'd planned out this whole speech but it went right out the window.

"Avery, Mars I'm sorry to say but the plane carrying your master exploded in midair on its way here. There are no survivors and we know he was on board the plane. I know how much you hate him and deservedly so but you do have our sympathies on the death of your father," I said.

"The other night when we all talked I had a feeling something like this was going to happen and it didn't bother me. Now there is some sadness, not for the man who died but for my father. Hope that makes sense," Avery said.

"It does cousin, it does," Scott said while he and Frank each wrapped their arms around one brother's neck.

"You said that you'd help in any way," Avery continued, "In my father's office and in his room are private safes. I don't know what's in them or if anybody alive has the combinations but I want our security forces in there and protecting everything."

I took my cell phone out and called Henry Silvers, our lawyer.

"Henry, this is Marc Fogel. I'm sorry to inform you of the accidental death of Mr. Herbert Walker. His progeny wish you to go forth with the plans we discussed the other night."

"Everything's been on standby. Let me get it rolling and give those boys my sympathies," Henry said and clicked off.

"Mr. Silvers regrets your father's passing and your wishes will be carried out immediately. He has been in contact with a lawyer he knows and trusts in Odessa who has security lined up and is ready to go to court to get me named your legal guardian and himself as our representative in the state," I said.

"You?" Scott said.

"As far as Peckertown is concerned they're all yours. Texas on the other hand we figured that an adult guardian would work better."

"Especially once they put your two families together," Frank said.

"We got to go back?" Mars said.

I knew what answer he wanted, needed. Had to be honest though.

"Hopefully not. None of the lawyers see any reason that you have to go back to the ranch, especially with him dead. Back to Texas is a possibility at some point but that's why it's important to get me named as legal guardian fast instead of somebody who will be looking for your money."

"Our money," Mars said and for the first time in my view smiled.

Paulo

Graduation is over, another dozen successful graduates of the program. Avery would have won the best trainee prize but he asked me to give it to the Brit who came in second since it would mean more to him and his master. I wondered how much the boy would benefit but knew Master Reginald was more likely to send me more boys if his won top honors.

Avery and Mars took the brandings like the great slaves they would have been. Anand told me that a couple of Morgan's slaves had offered to talk to their master about taking them in but Avery said no, his time was done. Morgan was pleased with his boys.

When the ceremony was over Avery and Mars left the stage with the others and went to Scott and Frank. Where the other boys prostrated themselves in front of their masters they hugged. And wept.

Marc

That night Scott and Frank came over with the boys and we had a quiet evening. That is until Tad and Keith took advantage of our open pool policy and came over. The introductions were made without anything being said about Avery and Mars' history but the fresh brands were clearly visible.

Keith looked at the rest of us clearly not knowing what to say. He and his big brother Cody had come to terms that no matter how awful and wrong their parents treatment of them and their siblings was it was done out of love and faith. It was clear there was something more here. So instead of saying anything he walked over and hugged the two boys and welcomed them to Peckertown.

"Thanks," Avery said, "means a lot. From the little Scott's told us about this town I think we're going to be happy here."

Tad walked over and hugged them too then winked at Keith who smiled.

"Got one question for you good old boys," Tad said.

"What? Mars said.

"Can you swim?" Tad asked, grabbed Avery and dived into the pool with him as Keith did the same with Mars.

Scott and Frank followed them in and Daniel and I did a moment later. The horseplay that followed was about as un-sexual as you can have with eight nude gays in the pool swimming, grabbing, dunking and stuff.

Avery

This feels so weird. Haven't been on a computer, shit written anything anyway in years except for signing in at the PTA. I pray to God you can't understand the weight off my life.

At the end of the swim party Keith and Tad came home with us. I was tired and the brand was hurting a bit. I'm proud of that teardrop and the ranking I earned. See it proved to me that I could finish something, work hard at it. Hadn't really done that at school and doing something because he said to didn't count.

Within moments of walking in we were all naked. After a few minutes Frank and Cousin Scott headed off into the kitchen leaving just the four of us.

Tad and Keith got off the couch they were sitting on and walked over. Tad sat next to me and Keith next to Mars. Mars, still getting used to that but I get it.

Tad put his arm around me and leaned and kissed me. I hesitated for a second but when he didn't relent I got into it. His tongue ran across my lips and I let him in. For a little the old feelings of being used came back but quickly felt that he wasn't. I relaxed and enjoyed the kissing, the feel of his hands on me and finally mine on his. The kiss broke and I saw Mars and Keith on the other couch doing the same thing.

I wanted to ask why but Tad's sensuous mouth started kissing its way down my throat and didn't stop till my he reached my left nipple. The licking, sucking, even the nipping were so hot.

I knew why, Tad was showing me what gay sex should be like. What it really was and not the things master and his friends did to me and my brother.

Tad moved to the other nipple and when finished there licked his way done my hairless chest. While my blond hair on my head is growing back the rest of me will always be hairless since master had all body hair permanently removed on the two of us. Tad started licking around my crotch and up my rigid cock.

"Oh yeah," I moaned, "Nobody's ever done it like this before."

"Nobody ever made love to you before?"

"Yea, just had sex, never love," I said.

Tad grinned, "Know that feeling bud and began working on my cock. I reached around and grabbed his and started jerking him off. He moved around and we got into a hot 69.

He brought me to the edge several times but always stopped. The last time he pulled out of me and turned and kissed my lips gently.

"Want you to fuck me tonight. Feel what its like to be on top," Tad said.

"Want you to fuck me tonight. Feel what its like to be fucked by somebody who cares," I said.

"There's time for both and I want you to go first."

I nodded and we kissed hard some more.

"Let me get some lotion," Tad said.

I held him down. "Get the feeling both of us are used to doing it dry and hard. Just make love to me."

He smiled and a tiny laugh, "You're right. Lay down on the couch."

I did and he kneeled on either side of me and guided my six inches [15 cm] of uncut cock into his remarkably tight ass. He started fucking himself slowly and I just rolled my head back and sighed at the great feelings going through me. They'd never let me fuck anyone or anything, not even a sheep for one of their movies. The animals fucked us and they loved little brother fucking big brother. The last was nice but this was better.

After a while I pushed Tad onto his back and reentered him.

"Oh Tad," I said.

"Do it man, fuck my hot ass," Tad said.

I started going harder and deeper with each stroke. Wanted to but couldn't wait, couldn't fucking hold it. I screamed and released my first load up another boy's ass. Best load of my life till then. Poured out of me, cum and past. My cock pointing to a future I wasn't expecting, even if I don't know what it'll be.

I pulled out and kept rolling so my back was on the couch and I was holding my legs up in the air.

Tad smiled and leaned down to kiss again. While we kissed he guided his thick seven inches [18 cm] into me. I let him in and quickly his trimmed bush was brushing against my ass.

"Wait a moment," I moaned.

"Does it hurt," he said and I could tell he was really worried.

"No Tad, just feels so good, so much better than any time before. Want to enjoy."

I nodded a couple minutes later, Tad smiled and began to stroke away. I looked across the room and saw Keith fucking my brother. Mars turned his head at that moment and we smiled at each other. I saw it in his eyes and hoped he saw it in mine that brother and brother would soon be making love for the very first time as free men.

Tad picked up the pace and I felt him growing in me, throbbing like a wild beast as he got closer and closer. We were both grunting and sweating, my cock hard and throbbing from his assault on my prostate.

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

"Fuck! Take my seed," he yelled and I felt him shoot deep inside me. Stream after stream of baby makers filled me"

Finally he pulled out and lowered my legs. Then he lay on top of me and looked into my eyes. For the first time in my life I felt emptiness at his withdrawal and not emptiness.

Marc

That my friends took care of March 2002 but April was starting with one wedding and ending with another at the end.

The first as I said earlier was Aaron and Jennifer's on April 6th and Daniel and Benjy are best men while Roger and I are groomsmen. That meant tuxedos for everybody. The father of the groom threatened to flee when he was told but Elija relented when he was told they'd be a nice dark gray and not lavender. Some of the boys use lavender for their weddings and they look nice on some but not on a Jorgenson.

Aaron ended up with two bachelor parties. Daniel and I talked with a couple of his straight friends and tried to figure out a way to do one big one but in the end we all decided the comfort level wouldn't be right. As they worked for the warehousing division I knew them and knew it wasn't about us being gay, but more about the ages and they wanted the dancing girl and hetero porno flicks and all that stuff.

For ours we rented out the Big Lick for the late show on the Wednesday before. Wednesday had turned into cabaret night after the success and word of mouth of the Trips Christmas show. The Trips loved making the change and it's been so popular that they're going to add another on Monday and hiring other acts to make a longer show.

When they came out for their encore they were wearing long sleeve shirts buttoned over baggy shorts. Lance came to the front of the stage.

"Aaron, we are so honored that you're having your bachelor party here. The whole Olson family wishes you decades of happiness and tons of kids to keep the family business going especially since you're other two brothers have turned out a little, what's the word, queer."

Everybody laughed.

"Now from what we've been told one of the highlights of a heterosexual bachelor party is the stripper. So for our final number we've gone back in our archives for this," Lance said and backed up.

The lights dimmed and familiar music started.

"Let us entertain you, let us make you smile, let us entertain you and you'll have a real good time," all three sang from the darkness.

When the song from Gypsy had been part of their regular act it had been one of the most sensual performances I have ever seen. In deference to the guest of honor this was totally campy. The bumps and grinds were more exaggerated. Hand motions were totally flaming, hell everything was over the top. The shorts were the first to come off and get kicked to the side and when the shirts finally dropped off they were wearing teddys. We went nuts as they pranced around wiggling their sexy buns.

As before the music changed to Bolero and the teddys slowly came off. The three identical brothers moving in perfect harmony. When they threw them into the audience I heard jumping and screams of delight and frustration.

What I noticed was the brother's cocks were hard and bouncing as they moved slowly around the stage and finally toward us. They stood in a line and before he could react Aaron was wearing all three loads.

As always they got a standing ovation. They slipped their shirts back on before joining us at the table.

"Guys, that was great, really fantastic," Aaron said and threw the towel he'd cleaned with in Bobby's face.

I felt a hand on my shoulder and turned to see my brother-in-law.

"How did you like it?" I asked.

"Fantastic, if I thought there was any chance I could get them to the hotel they'd do great," Sam said.

"To be honest I think the main reason they'd say no is that this is a family business, they're uncle owns it. Plus they have a freedom here that you can't offer."

He nodded over at his son and his son's boyfriend.

"Sensed the difference in the boys as soon as we landed and then when we hit town they were so excited. Pointing everything out. You may get stuck with them for summer vacation."

I gulped. "Got a couple months to get through first but it wouldn't be the worst thing for Daniel and me. Even put them to work."

"Doing what?" Sam said.

"Busboys at The Tasty Buns, same job Daniel had when we met."

Laughter broke out behind me and I turned to see Daniel and Aaron drying their faces and the table off while they and everybody else at the table were laughing. I heard Orin and Bruce laughing too. I couldn't help it and joined in.

"Daniel, what's so funny?" Orin's father almost shouted.

"Sorry Sam, just thinking of them in their uniforms," Daniel said.

"Aaron, help me here," Sam said.

"Sir, as the manager of the restaurant it is my duty to inform you that there are no uniforms for busboys at The Tasty Buns," Aaron said and everybody started laughing.

"Dad," Orin said placing is hand on his father's arm, "There are no uniforms because the busboys are naked."

"Oh, that makes sense," Sam said.

"And it is what I was doing when Marc and I met," Daniel said.

"Wait, you want to have my son parade naked in front of all those men?"

"Be good experience, let us get jobs when we get back home," Bruce said.

"Meet us there for lunch tomorrow and see the place for yourself. No commitment and if you don't like it there are other jobs we can find for them," I said.

"Ok, how am I going to explain this to your mother," Sam said.

Orin smiled and shrugged.

Rev. John Brannigan

"Aaron, Jennifer, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."

Marc

The wedding was beautiful, the ceremony perfect. The church was filled and Daniel looked so handsome in his tuxedo I could have blown him on the spot.

The reception was unreal. Not sure how many people were invited but the final count was almost six hundred. With the annual Oscar Night party we can get that many boys in here easy because it's buffet and there isn't the fixed all night seating. The final solution was to put up a giant tent right outside the ballroom and put the band and dance floor there. Kept the noise in the main room to bearable levels.

Don't get me wrong the band was incredible as always. As many times as I hear them they still amaze me. These boys dressed in black tuxedos playing their hearts out all work at The Little Leather Club, almost all as slaves. And they play the full range of music. One of these chapters I've got to get one of them to write about it.

At twenty Aaron's definitely a man and ready to take over more responsibilities in the family business. When he gets back his Dad and I are going to talk to him about becoming head of all the restaurants regardless of location.

The food was great as was the company and conversation. Daniel and I sat at the family table. Aaron invited everybody who worked at The Tasty Buns. They were at adjoining tables and it was nice seeing Shawn, Chris and the others dressed up and acting appropriately amongst people who were their folk's age.

When it came that time of the festivities one of Jennifer's girl friends caught the bouquet. Instead of throwing the garter Aaron walked it over to Daniel and me and slipped it around our wrists. The three of us hugged. The crowd yelled for me to put the garter on Daniel's leg.

He sat on a chair and I knelt in front of him. I slipped the garter over his shoes and his pants leg. Moved it slowly up and up. The crowd yelling, "higher, higher." He stopped me when I was on his thigh.

"Another inch and it'll break," he said before leaning down and kissing me.

When the limo dropped us off Daniel headed into the kitchen while he took off his tie and unbuttoned his shirt. When I got there I took two cans of soda out of the fridge and sat down next to my love. He sipped his while flipping through the calendar. He'd get to September then go back. After several runs through I stopped him at July.

He looked at me and nodded.

I picked up a pen and circled the 27th.

He nodded then asked, "Why?"

"My parents anniversary if that's ok with you," I said.

He leaned over and we kissed. We left two open cans of soda on the table and headed up to bed.

Bed, not sleep.

The next morning at brunch at Elija and Francis's house we made the announcement.

My sister was around my neck as quickly as Francis was around her second son.

"I'm so happy, so happy," my sister Josie said.

"You don't mind the date?"

She looked me in the eye. "I love it and I'm sure they do too."

"Then will you and Sam give me away?"

"Of course we will," Sam said from behind."

The rest of the month was a lot of catching up and doing early prep work on our wedding. As I've said a couple of times the month ends with Dan and Wayne's wedding. It was great, especially the food and the music and dancing and everything.

I know I could tell you more but this is about as long as I want to go in this chapter so my suggestion is if you haven't already go back and read the chapters called Pizza Boy and Dan and Wayne's Wedding.

The concept of diaper play and Teen Babies is real and there are a few tiny websites on the web that discuss this. One of the best places to go is Deeker's place. The place is worth a look, so check it out [sorry, no longer there, Cel].

The therapy group was winding down at the end of the twice-weekly sessions. Dr. Wechtel asked for any final comments and D2 raised his hand.

"Yes D2," the doctor said.

"Doc, Worm, everybody, I know that I've always asked you to call me D2. There were many reasons for that but I've been thinking recently and I want to, in honor of my father return to my given name, Damien Robinson the Second."

Worm leaped from his chair and hugged his boyfriend. "Is that what's been bugging you?"

Damien nodded. "Sorry, but something I had to do myself."

"D2, I mean Damien I'm proud of you. That's a big step forward," Dr. Wechtel said.

"And I'm going to court not only to get my emancipation but to change my name to Worm," Worm said, "until it becomes Worm Robinson that is."

"Cool," Damien said.

"Anybody else?" the doctor asked, "In that case I'll see y'all next time." Everybody stood and hugged each other before leaving.

"Wanna go to the Tasty Buns for a snack?" Damien asked Worm.

The four-foot [1.20 m], brown-haired, green-eyed boy looked up at his foot and a half taller boyfriend for a moment.

"Sure, why not? I've heard they have a new dish on the menu. Something to do with shrimp," Worm said.

Damien grinned. "Good. I heard about it myself and wanted to try it out myself. I need to stop at Doc Schwartz's office for a moment for the latest test results first."

Worm took his hand, "He's still worried?"

"Not really, said if this is ok won't want another one for six months unless I'm in an accident or something. Even though the knife missed my vitals and what Timmy did, he was concerned that everything might not be working. Be nice if the results were good."

Worm sighed. Damien had been through so much in the last few months, starting back when he had been attacked. After he got out of the hospital, he then went through the stress of a trial in which he had gotten the entire estate his late father had left him. His so called mother had all but handed the state of Iowa the evidence needed to convict her of conspiracy to commit murder, hiring a person to commit murder, special allegation of planning to commit murder, and so on when she revealed in a fit of rage that she had his father whacked. The next blow was finding out that even though a boy named Timmy (also known in the S&M circles as The One) had healed him, he'd never go back to work at the Little Leather Club. Damien had enjoyed that life and now it was gone. He had wandered Peckertown for days and then started drinking. It took a quick kick in the ass from Scott Davis before Damien got seriously into the bottle to go and check out the victims support group that was run out of the old high school. That's where they had met. Worm had been going to the support group for a long time after the Davis business that destroyed at least two boys. Scott Davis from time to time dropped in and he'd talk to the boys who were there. Scott introduced Worm to Damien, thinking they were compatible. For the most part they were. They played it cool, becoming friends at first and then as time had gone by they grew close and become lovers.

Damien led the way to Dr. Schwartz's office. Just as they walked in, they saw a boy in diapers sitting on the exam table.

"Sorry, did we come at a bad time?" Damien asked.

"We are just about finished," Schwartz said.

The boy sitting on the table waved. "Hi. My name's Teddy."

Damien grinned at the boy. "Nice to meet you. I'm Damien and this is my partner Worm." Turning to Schwartz, "We can wait outside."

The man nodded and both of them went outside to wait. Fortunately it wasn't a long wait. Teddy emerged a moment later. He was cute; standing about four foot one [1.23 m] with blond hair cut spiky short, and ice blue eyes. He waved at the two of them and walked down the hall in the typical boy's apparel, shorts, shirt, and trainers. Both of them turned to Schwartz as he came out of the exam room.

"Right," he said, retrieving Damien's chart. "According to the test results, everything is still functioning like it should in there. So in that case, this was the last test you need to take. You're very healthy."

"Not even six months like you said?" Damien said excitedly.

"Nope, but you have to promise me any thing doesn't feel right you're here," Dr. Schwartz said.

"You got it, thanks," Damien said.

"Worm, get him out of here and help him enjoy his life, will you? Don't know why he's here," the doctor said.

Worm grinned. "Be my pleasure."

Damien grinned as he shook Dr. Schwartz's hand. "Thanks for everything." Both of them took each other's hands and walked out of the doctor's office and into the warm spring day. Both were in a good mood as they headed for the Tasty Buns. Arriving at the restaurant, they got a booth and sat down. A black haired boy walked up to them and put menus on the table. Damien grinned as he checked out the nearly nude waiter dressed in a thong and shoes. Worm shook his head and poked his boyfriend.

"Darling, stare any longer and you'll burn your eyes out," Worm cracked.

Damien blushed and turned to his lover. "Sorry honey."

Worm sighed and returned to his menu as Damien picked up his. They ended up getting the new shrimp special and pronounced it good. Naturally that made Elija beam from ear to ear as they paid him complements on the new platter. They left the restaurant and headed home to a small apartment that Damien had gotten with a little of the money he'd managed to get his hands on along with his earnings at the Jorgenson Inn. The bulk of the Estate would be clearing any day now. All of his father's companies and holdings had been sold by order of the Iowa court. Momma had put up one hell of a fight, but lost as the transcript of her criminal trial was introduced. She went to jail for the rest of her life while Damien got it all. Damien felt justice and his father's memory had been served.

Damien felt bored. Now that he couldn't work for Benjy anymore he was feeling useless. He had done what he could around their home to keep from going buggy when Worm was working down at the hotel. Damien wandered around Peckertown a lot, and got to see a good part of the town. He also heard things about life on the streets and decided once his money cleared he'd make a few donations to the hospital, the support group, and other programs aimed to help other boys. But the one thing he was hearing a lot was about a small group of boys who were getting dropped off in Peckertown because they wore diapers. Remembering Teddy, Damien decided to go and see Dr. Schwartz.

"Kind of sad," Schwartz sighed, running his fingers through his thinning salt and pepper hair. "The parents drop them off here because they can't handle the fact that junior wears diapers. A few of them wear diapers because of severe stress in their lives caused by some trauma at their old home. Some wear diapers because infections or physical trauma destroyed the nerves in their bladders. Some wear because their bladders are underdeveloped. Other boys wear diapers simply because they like to. Mommy and Daddy can't handle that and they drop them off here and leave them." That was then that Damien was struck with a wild idea. He outlined the idea with Schwartz. The man looked at Damien with a slight smile on his face. "That would be cool. A lot of these boys would love to be babied, cuddled, and cared for. They would definitely benefit from this."

Damien nodded. "I'll head home and sit down and work this whole thing out on paper. Can I count on your for your professional advice?"

"You got it, kid. Suggest you run this thing past Zeus and Dr. Wechtel and see what they say. I'm sure they must know some of these kids," Dr. Schwartz said. Damien went home and sat in his den for the next three hours, working the idea out on paper. Seeing the time he got up and made dinner for himself and Worm. After dinner was done and cleared, he sat down and presented his idea to Worm.

"I like the idea. It would make a lot of those boys feel wanted. I wonder if there are other boys who would want to be involved in this," Worm said.

"I want to go and see Zeus about this," Damien said. "Doc Schwartz suggested that I should. He said Zeus might know some of them. I'm thinking of getting some of the slaves involved in this as well. Strictly on a volunteer basis, of course."

"That's a good idea. Just don't involve me, I'm not into that scene," Worm said.

Damien frowned. "Why not? I kinda like the idea of babying you, even just one time."

Worm sighed. "Just pass on me, okay?"

"Okay," Damien sighed, feeling a bit put out.

"I'm willing to help with the business end of it, but that's as far as I'll go," Worm said. "Please accept that."

"All right," Damien sighed. Worm got up to get a soda from the refrigerator. He had the feeling that this was not the last he was going to hear of this. He liked Damien and loved him a lot, but he didn't want to be babied. He didn't feel comfortable with that. Damien turned on the big screen to the all boy sport channel and they watched the gymnastics semi-finals for the rest of the evening. The heavy favorite took first as everyone predicted.

"He's talented," Damien remarked as they headed up to bed in the apartment they shared at the moment.

"Yes he is. Never thought I'd see a Chinese kid emigrate here and ask for asylum," Worm remarked as he stripped down for bed.

"Sure threw the Chinese for a loop," Damien said as he gently pulled Worm to him. "Got the feeling it will happen again."

Worm laughed. "Serves them right for trying to control people's lives."

"You know it. I'm coming to work with you in the morning. I want to talk to Zeus about the project and then go scout out property," Damien said as Worm snuggled close to him.

"Good luck with that," Worm said as Damien turned out the light.

"Thanks, love. You feel so warm against me, I love this," Damien said.

"Are you trying to get fresh with me?" Worm asked as he grinned in the dark.

"I do believe I am," Damien laughed.

"Well, in that case," Worm said, kissing him. The lovemaking began.

Zeus sat in his leather office chair looking thoughtful as Damien outlined his plan. He listened carefully to what Damien had to say.

"I like the idea. It's a good one. Here's my first question. Are you going to allow sexual contact between the boys and the clients?" Zeus asked.

"That will be between the boys and the clients. I'm not making it mandatory. It's one of the things I'm going to ask each boy when he comes. If he wants to have sex with the client, fine. If not I won't force him to. The client who gets that boy will be made to sign a statement stating he will refrain from sexual activity. If he doesn't, he's out. Each boy will have a hot button device to push should the need arise. I want to hire security to monitor everything that goes on," Damien said.

Zeus nodded. "You've got everything well thought out. Let me approach a few of the boys and see what they say. I'm sure they will be overjoyed to find a place to live and work at."

"Very cool," Damien nodded.

"Would you mind stepping out for a moment? I need to make a call," Zeus said. Damien stood up and walked out. He looked at a bulletin board announcing coming attractions at the hotel. Zeus came out a moment later.

"Do you know who the drummer of Powersound is?" he asked Damien as they walked out the foyer.

"Yeah. Connor or something," Damien replied.

"Well, I just called him and his father and talked to them. They gave me permission to tell you about them. They are into the baby scene. Daddy likes to baby Connor in the way you want to do with the Baby House. They told me to give you their address. They are expecting you at their house," Zeus said as he handed Damien a piece of paper.

Damien grinned. "Thanks Zeus."

"When you are ready to hire security, call me. I can help," Zeus grinned.

Damien shook Zeus's hand. "Thanks for your help."

The taxi dropped Damien off in front of the Powersound compound. He pressed the buzzer next to Nelson's name and waited.

"Hello?" the voice said. Damien turned and faced the speaker. "Hi, this is Damien Robinson to see Connor or Nelson. Are they in?"

"Damien Robinson?" the voice said, "It's Connor. I'll buzz you in the pedestrian gate. Push on it when you hear a buzz." Damien heard a buzz and pushed on the gate and walked into the grounds. He walked up to the houses and noted how nice they looked.

"Someone sure knows their stuff. Too bad Worm couldn't come with me. Maybe I'll invite these guys to the hotel for a late lunch." Another taxi pulled up at the gate and blew its horn. Damien turned around to see Worm waving at him. He jogged back to the gate and opened it.

"Worm, you made it!" Damien exclaimed as he hugged the smaller boy. "I thought you couldn't get off till later. I was going to call you and see if we could do a late lunch."

"Zeus kicked me off for the rest of the day with full pay. Said this was important," Worm said as they walked up to the house.

Damien sighed. "I'm glad. Did he tell you about them?"

"He sure did. Hope they can give us advice," Worm said as he knocked on the door once they arrived. The front door opened and Nelson stood there.

"Hi! You two must be Damien and Worm. Come on in." The two boys followed the man into the house and to the living room. They saw a few baby toys scattered around the living room and a playpen in a corner.

"Excuse the mess. I haven't had the chance to clean up. I've been camped out on the phone most of the day trying to get some details for an upcoming show ironed out," Nelson said as they sat down on the couch.

"No problem," Worm said. "I just hope we aren't bothering you."

Nelson leaned back on the couch. "Not at all. Would you like coffee or a soda?" As he got the drinks for Worm and Damien, he sat down once again as Connor walked into the living room and saw them there.

"Hey Dad, are these the guys Zeus told you about?" Connor asked. Nelson looked up as Connor sat down. "Yes son. They are here to ask us about what we do here at home."

"Oh?" Connor asked.

"They want to start some kind of resort for men to come and baby boys," Nelson said to Connor.

"Huh. Funny you should mention that. I've heard from a friend lately that there's a small group of boys here in Peckertown who live out by the old campground cabins who wear diapers and live off the kindness of charity to live. They go to the free clinics in town to get medical care and other things," Connor said.

"I've heard of them too," Worm said. "This is one of the reasons we are doing this to help them. We are planning to invite other boys who like to or need to wear diapers too."

"Well, I guess the best way to start is by telling you guys our story and go from there," Nelson said.

They talked for about two hours about the subject, even showing off Connor's nursery. Damien and Worm seemed impressed by the room. Worm took notes on what he saw, estimating the number of things they would need to outfit the place. He knew that they would have to find a place first and then talk to the boys before he could start ordering furniture and supplies.

"Thanks for taking time to talk to us," Damien said as they left the house. Worm was deep in thought as they went back to the hotel in the taxi. Damien noticed his quiet mood and wondered what was up.

"You okay?" he asked Worm.

Worm looked up. "Just thinking. I hope we are doing the right thing here."

Damien nodded. "I hope so too. I know I'm enthusiastic about this, but all this hinges on what those guys will say. I'm thinking we should stage a discussion group with Zeus sitting in and see how that goes."

"Good idea," Worm said. "That should help." Zeus liked the idea. "Let's stage it at the hospital clinic with Schwartz in attendance. These guys trust him."

"Let's do it," Damien nodded.

The meet was set for the next week. Damien and Worm went to see the Scotti Brothers the next morning. He related his idea and they liked it. Tay Scotti told them of a resort that was on the north side of the lake that stood empty ever since the law had passed. The city owned the property for the back taxes and hadn't been able to sell it since. Damien's cell rang at that moment. It turned out to be his attorney for Iowa.

Hello?" Damien answered.

"Hi, Damien. This is Cathy Trower from Iowa. Great news, everything is done and the money has been wired to your account at the Peckertown bank. Congratulations, anything you need done up here give us a call.

Damien's face lit up and he felt joy race through him. "Thank you! I really appreciate all your work on this."

"Good luck," she said and hung up. Worm noted the huge grin and the bright shiny eyes on Damien's face. He shook Damien gently and the boy blinked.

"Good news?" Jay asked in his lilting Scottish brogue.

"You could say that," Damien said grinning.

Worm blinked.

"It all came through." Damien laughed excitedly, "It's in the bank here."

Jay slowly eased himself away from the desk. Damien grinned.

"Can we go see the place?" Tay smiled.

"Sure thing. I need to get the keys to the Range Rover."

Damien followed Jay and Tay out the door to a bright yellow Range Rover. Worm squeezed Damien's hand.

"It's finally finished," Worm said.

Damien sighed. "It sure is. I really don't know anything about Dad's business he tried not to bring it home. Probably explains why he wasn't home that much. I think the Board of Directors wasn't too keen about taking orders from a thirteen-year-old former slave and my selling them the whole works worked out for everyone. Having Trower helping me out was a good thing. Because of her I got a lot more money than I ever thought I would. Silvers help was appreciated as well. Being here does have its advantages."

Worm laughed, "No kidding!"

Jay turned around in the passenger seat. "I agree. It's given us kids a chance to prove to the world that we can do things adults think we can't. Jay and I sell houses, Kenny owns the local paper and a construction company, and Yoshi married his sweetie and has a very popular band. I could keep on going, the list is getting longer."

"Amazing, isn't it?" Damien sighed. Jay and Tay just laughed. They stopped at the gate to the property and unlocked it. The paved road ended at the gate. Damien now knew why the Range Rover was needed.

"First thing I do is get a proper road built," Damien said as Worm wrote it down.

Jay grinned. "That would be helpful." They pulled up to the main building and went in. There was a table with a few chairs around it in the middle of the lobby. Jay walked up to it as the others followed. Tay opened a large map of the property.

"There are a total of one hundred rooms and cabins combined. The main building houses fifty rooms and the grounds have fifty cabins. The fifty rooms are spread out over two floors. The cabins are two bedrooms, one bath, living room, kitchen and a dining room. The rooms are one bedroom, living room area and a full bath. The bedrooms are twenty by twenty, same size as the living room. You reach the bathroom by going into the bedroom area. Plenty of room for Daddy and baby," Jay giggled. Worm rolled his eyes and sighed as Damien laughed. Tay pulled a sheet, which turned out to be the blueprints for the ground floor.

"Here's the ground floor. There are a number of rooms available to hold meetings and conventions, a large dining room, kitchen, bar area, and a few extra rooms," Tay pointed to them. They went and walked through the ground floor area, and a few of the rooms upstairs. Then they got back into the Range Rover and drove around the grounds and checked out a few of the cabins. Damien instantly knew this was the place.

"What do you need to hold this place?" Damien asked.

"Just your word, we can settle on the price later," Jay answered as the headed back to town.

Damien nodded.

"You got it." The Scotti Brothers grinned. "Done and done."

Damien and Worm went to the Tasty Buns for an early dinner and talked about what they had seen.

"The place is really spread out," Worm said.

"I forgot to ask how many acres," Damien said. "But that's okay. More than enough to do what I have in mind."

Worm looked up. "Just don't go overboard, Damien. You don't need to spend money on unnecessary things. While I'm thinking of it, I should have you sit down with the general managers and ask them about things at the hotel."

Zeus walked in with the Snitz twins and Damien waved him over and told him the good news about the money and the hotel. Zeus was impressed but reiterated to Damien what everybody else was telling him.

"Look, I know you want to rush but take your time and do it right. The boys will be here whenever you're ready. Speaking of them the word is out about the meeting and I've already got ten people on the list," Zeus said.

"Good. I got a bunch of ideas for the place," Damien said.

"Come around tomorrow and I'll introduce you to the general managers and have them sit down with you and talk to you," Zeus said. "Hopefully they can help you."

"My honey just suggested that, I'll be there," Damien replied. They stopped at the bank to make sure the transfer had gotten through all right and arranged a meeting with an investment counselor to deal with the bulk of the money. Damien walked out of the bank feeling like he was on top of the world. Worm followed him, knowing Damien had grown up rich before coming down to Peckertown but hoped that having all that money under his control wouldn't go to Damien's head. He quietly prayed and hoped that wasn't the case. He decided to ask Zeus to mention something to Damien and hoped Damien wouldn't get mad.

They spent a romantic evening on the couch in front of the fireplace that night. Damien held Worm close to him and every so often kissed him on the neck. Worm would sigh and snuggle closer. A moment later Damien stood up and unfolded the thick Tiger throw and spread it on the floor in front of the fireplace and tossed a couple of large thick pillows on it. He sat down on the throw, turned and pulled Worm's shoes and socks off, and then took his right foot into his hands and slowly began to massage his foot. Worm sighed as the pleasure made its self-known. He loved it when Damien did this. Damien spent ten minutes on each foot, taking the time to do it right. Worm slid down to the floor and sat down. Damien sat behind him and pulled the collar of his white shirt away from his neck and slowly began kissing Worm's neck. Worm closed his eyes, sighed, and shivered from the pleasure. He felt Damien's hands move down to the torso and begin to unbutton the shirt. Damien slowly pulled the shirt off Worm and then ran his hands over the smaller boy's body, making Worm moan softly.

"Oh baby," he moaned as Damien began to play with the tiny nipples. Damien could feel the tiny dots under his fingertips. Worm used to worry about them being so small, but Damien had convinced them they were just fine, he liked them that way. Worm moaned and shivered in Damien's arms. He felt safe and secure in Damien's arms. Damien let his fingertips drift over Worm's body, enjoying the smooth skin against his fingertips. He laid Worm down on the throw and unbuttoned his jeans and slowly pulled them off Worm. He watched the very slender legs appear as the material slid down them. Worm was wearing a blue colored jock. Seeing that turned Damien on. Worm saw the lust and desire in Damien's eyes and knew he was in for a very good time that night.

Worm's prediction of pleasure was right on the money. Damien stretched out in front of Worm and started caressing the inside of the boy's thighs. Worm laid back and sighed from the good feelings. Damien gently rolled Worm over onto his tummy and started rubbing Worm's back, alternating between soft erotic touches and massage. He kissed the pert rounded buns and put his nose into the cleft parting the delightful ass and sniffed, smelling the musky and sweat smells there. The scents went to Damien's head, making him high. He curled his fingers into the waistband of the blue jock and pulled it down and off of Worm's body. Damien grabbed a big round pillow from the pile on the floor and tapped worm's right side. Worm raised up and then settled on the pillow. His ass was now up in the air, leaving his anus wide open for Damien. Damien licked the round buns before moving into the center. He slowly dragged his tongue across the top of Worm's anal opening making the boy cry out in passion. Damien slowly worked his tongue inside of Worm's ass and began licking it out. Worm writhed about as he felt Damien's tongue fucking his hole.

"Oh baby, so good, so hot! Lick it out, eat me good!" Worm cried. Damien kept working Worm's anus, flicking his tongue in and out of the boy hole. He enjoyed making love to Worm. He backed off a moment later and let Worm rest a bit. Worm rolled off the pillow and lay on his back. Damien could see Worm's very long and very thin cock standing up. What made it even more unique was the extra extra foreskin that Worm had on his cock. Dr. Schwartz had offered to trim the excess off but Worn told him no way. He liked having that extra skin there, and so did Damien. He once tried out the theory someone once told him about putting the tongue between the foreskin and the cock and then swirl the tongue around. Worm had literally jumped clear off the bed the first time Damien tried it. That quickly became part of the routine, and Damien did it every time they made love.

Damien began licking at Worm's tiny teats, making him writhe underneath him. Worm groaned in pleasure, knowing that Damien was going to blow him good. Damien grinned at Worm's reaction, knowing what was wanted from him. He definitely was going to get it that was for sure. Damien began licking at the excess skin on Worm's cock and then went to town on it. Worm lay there and whimpered the whole time Damien pleasured his cock. Worm loved to feel Damien's warm wet mouth on his cock. Damien sucked him off until he was nearly cumming. Damien backed off and stood up. Worm watched by the firelight as Damien slowly stripped his clothes off. Damien knew Worm wanted his cock up inside him now. Damien got down on his back as Worm lubed up his cock. He slipped a finger inside Damien and got him stretched out and ready. Worm moved up between Damien's legs, put himself at Damien's entry, and pushed. Damien moaned at he felt Worm enter him. He felt Worm's cock go deep inside of him and he shivered at the feeling. For Worm the feelings were multiplied. He loved feeling Damien's anal muscle squeeze his long skinny cock. He loved fucking his boyfriend's tight ass. He loved being a part of Damien when he made love to him. Both boys groaned as Worm made love to Damien. Damien urged Worm on by gently squeezing his arms. Worm tilted his head back and pushed harder into Damien and then suddenly, started to ejaculate deep into him.

"Cumming, I'm cumming," he sighed. Damien felt Worm's cock swell slightly and then shoot his sperm out into his ass.

"Oh baby, love you!" Damien cried. Worm pulled out once he ran dry and Damien wrapped his arms around his lover as they kissed each other, tongues deep in mouths. Damien pulled another blanket over them and they fell asleep together.

The next few months flew by as Damien and Worm worked to get the resort ready. The meeting with the diaper boys and those who were interested in being a part of the action went extremely well. Damien and Worm established a list of the boys who were willing to engage in sex with the clients and those who did not want to. Zeus with the help of Scott, Yoshi, and Kenny hired a security team for the resort and went over the whole grounds and with the help of Builder Boy construction set up a whole slew of security devices to monitor the grounds with. Boys were given a wristband with a panic button built in as well as a monitoring device that kept track of them. That eased the minds of the boys fearing they could be kidnapped or abused over the resort's large grounds. The next meeting of the boys involved was to help establish guest conduct rules. One good suggestion was to set up a sexual conduct contract for the guests who would engage in sexual conduct with a boy on the approval list. It required all sexual activity take place in the room or the cabin, the sexual activity was to be consented to by both guest and boy, the guest was to respect the boy's requests and wishes in regards to the sexual conduct, and that both parties would sign the sexual activity contract in front of a bellhop. Once Damien had an idea of how many of the boys were willing to have sex with the clients and who didn't want to, he set the rooms up with the willing boys on the third floor and the ones who didn't want to on the second. Damien scattered a second set of fifty boys among the cabins in the same manner, the willing boys to one set of cabins and the rest to another. It all worked out in the end and all the boys agreed to it. Each boy was to live in the assigned room or cabin and maintain it and keep it clean. By now all the cabins and room were properly out fitted with all the furniture and things needed and the place was about ready to go. All was needed was the advertising.

Daniel Jorgenson opened the paper the next morning as he walked back into the house he shared with his lover and fianc Marc Fogel. As was his custom he flipped to the advertising section. He checked the weekly specials ads for the Tasty Buns, In-Boy-Inn and Jorgenson Inn first and then noticed the quarter page ad that Damien had bought.

"Ever wanted the chance to be a father and baby a boy but never got to? Now is your chance to at the Baby House Resort. The Baby House Resort is the place to go and baby a boy for a day, week, or month. The resort sits on one hundred acres of beautifully landscaped grounds in the world famous town of Peckertown along Peckerwood Lake. Take your baby on a stroll through the many walking paths among green pines, or play at one of the three large play areas complete with swings, slides, sandboxes, and a merry go round. Join other men and their babies at the Great Playroom, a room filled with many things for a baby and his Daddy to play with. Reservation now being accepted for the Grand Opening weekend,"

"Sure, but don't expect me to wear a diaper," Daniel laughed.

Marc grinned even wider. "How about privately here at home?"

"I'll think about that. I was kind of glad to see some of Benjy's slaves go to work there. Benjy was complaining of late that he was running out of room to keep them. Seems to me every time a new business opens, he loses a group of boys. I hope that's not upsetting him too much," Daniel said.

Marc set down his cup for a moment. "It might if he was spending his money to put them through PTA. I should go see him and make a suggestion to him regarding that."

"Like maybe having the boys sign a contract of some kind?" Daniel asked.

Marc sighed. "That would need some discussion. I really don't want to see Benjy or the Leather Club lose money."

"Let's bring that up at the next weekly meeting," Daniel said.

"Done and done. What's on the agenda to day?" Marc asked. Daniel grinned at Marc.

"Besides that! God, you're so horny all the time!" Marc sighed. Daniel leaned back in his chair and roared his trademark roar.

Damien was delighted opening day. Every room and cabin was booked and there were lots of visitors as well. All the boys hired to work at the resort from babies down to busboys in the caf were smiling. They were glad to be working a steady job and getting paid good money. Damien knew every one was pleased all the way around. He watched men pushing their babies around in the strollers or holding their hands as they walked around the grounds. Damien hopped into a golf cart and drove around to the three large playgrounds and watched the men and their babies on the swings, the slides, and the sandboxes having a good time. Security was very visible in their golf carts as well as the snack carts. The day was clear and warm and Damien was in a very good mood as he headed back to the resort main building. He walked in and found Worm and his assistant coordinating things and getting the last of the guests checked in.

"Damien, we really got this place filled up," Worm said with a grin.

"That is good news!" Damien grinned. "If we could run for the next two months like that, we got it made."

Worm gave him a blank look. "I don't think we will have any problem keeping this place filled with clients, love."

Damien had to laugh. "I love your positive thinking."

Worm grinned and turned back to the client standing in front of him while Damien drifted around the place and talked to a few people.

By the end of the day the place was completely filled and he couldn't be happier. He sat on the edge of the bed and massaged Worm's feet as his lover sighed.

"That feels good Damien," Worm said. "I sure need that after running all day in those dress shoes."

"But you looked so good in a suit," Damien said.

"Today was the first time I actually wore one," Worm said. "Now I can see why Daniel Jorgenson hates them."

Damien had to laugh. "They're not so bad."

"Says you," Worm snorted. Both of them shared a good laugh as they undressed each other and got into bed. Worm sighed and snuggled up close to Damien and counted himself lucky to be here with a cool guy who loved him. Both of them faced each other and kissed good night and went to sleep, Damien's arm around Worm.

Damien dreamed of him and Worm that night. He dreamed of babying Worm and Worm enjoying it. He dreamed of holding and cuddling him and changing a diaper on him and bathing him. He desperately wished that Worm would let him do it. He'd have to figure out a way to convince him. Worm was dreaming of him and Damien enjoying a sunny picnic on the grounds by themselves, making love in the warm sun and having fun. That was all Worm ever wanted, to love Damien without any conditions or hang-ups. He certainly didn't want to be babied by Damien as much as Damien wanted to. He didn't want to tell Damien the reason why either. It had to do with his early childhood and one of the reasons why he had come to Peckertown. The memories still haunted him. He didn't mind being around the diapers and other diaper boys as long as he wasn't wearing them. Thinking about his past still pained him and it was something he never talked about and couldn't and didn't want to. It was best left alone, or so he thought.

Damien and Worm kept busy for the rest of the week. So far there hadn't been any problems anywhere other than the usual tiny things. Damien often watched one of the men and his baby playing out at the sandbox or on the swing and had the vision of him babying Worm. The thought slowly took hold in Damien's mind until it became an obsession. It was all he dreamed of at night. When he saw Worm naked, he envisioned a diaper on him, a pacifier in his mouth. When he saw a boy in his stroller, it would be Worm sitting in it. He decided to try and come up with a way to convince Worm to do it one time. He hoped Worm would go for it.

Worm blew up when he saw the diapers and baby stuff spread out on the bed. He turned to Damien in a rage that scared Damien.

"What the fuck is this shit! I told you no! You keep pushing! It's become an obsession with you and it's driving me nuts!" Worm roared.

Damien stepped back a bit. "Just once, please?"

Worm got into his face. "What fucking part of fucking no did you fucking not fucking understand, Damien?" Damien backed up to the wall as Worm followed, yelling loudly at him. He knew he really screwed up and he was hoping that Worm would cool down.

"I told you no. I don't want to do it, period. You then shove that shit on me. Well it's obvious to me what is more important than my wishes. I'm out of here," Worm said and turned around and walked out.

Damien ran after him. "Please don't go! I'll stop bugging you about it. Please stay!" Worm shook him off and grabbed a duffle bag from the closet and quickly packed a few things. Damien grabbed him to stop him from leaving and then quickly found out what a bad idea that was. Worm may have been a small kid, but he was no weakling. He shoved Damien down onto the bed and glared at him.

"Worm, please don't go. I'll give up this place. I'll give up all of my money just to keep you with me. Please don't go," Damien begged, tears streaming down his face. Worm ignored him and finished his packing and walked out the door. Damien sank down onto the floor and cried loudly, his heart breaking. He had blown it.

The next time he looked up, the room was dark. Damien looked at the clock and noted the time as 11:30 at night. He got to his feet and went to the bar liquor storage room and got a couple bottles of scotch and went back to the suite they had shared and started drinking. Damien stumbled out of the room the next day around noon looking like hell and shocking people. He stumbled into one of the front offices and put the assistant in charge, saying something about Worm leaving, and then stumbled back to his room. One of the security officers slipped away and made a fast call to Zeus and then to Scott Davis.

"Oh shit," was all Zeus said before he hung up.

"THAT LITTLE FUCKER IS WHAT?" Scott Davis roared before the security officer could say anything else. "HE'S GETTING HIS ASS KICKED!" The 17 year old stared at his cell after Scott Davis hung up. "Oh shit." He ran around the corner to the security desk. "Call out the troops, Davis is inbound and extremely hot at Robinson." The desk officer blinked twice and turned pale. A rampaging Davis was not good news. He wondered if he could get a transfer in the next five minutes before the shit landed. "Bust Davis if he gets out of control."

Scott Davis beat Zeus to the resort. He jumped out of his car with Frank trailing behind him begging him to stop and think. Zeus pulled up a second later and drove around the back to the owner's suite. He beat Scott into the place. He could smell the alcohol in the air as he walked in. He found Damien curled up next to the bed in the master bedroom, clutching a bottle and whimpering. He got down on his knees and pried the bottle away from Damien. He heard a commotion in the living room area and Scott yelling. Apparently security and Frank were taking him down

"Damien, what happened?" Zeus asked gently.

Damien looked at the big black man through red-rimmed eyes. "He's gone. He left me."

Zeus held Damien as he broke down. Zeus quickly formulated a plan and turned to the doorway and saw Frank standing there. Scott was beside him.

"Scott, I need you to make calls, track down Worm. Frank, call Silvers. Somebody call an ambulance," Zeus started snapping out the orders.

People moved, and within the hour Damien was settled into a private room at Peckertown General under Dr. Schwartz's care. Zeus and Henry Silvers stood off to one side and discussed the situation.

"Thank God Damien set up a corporation with you and me on the board. We can protect his interests. Worm is on the board as well, so that helps. Has anyone found him yet?" Silvers asked. Zeus felt his cell vibrate and he fished it out of his pocket. "Zeus."

"Benjy Jorgenson. I spotted Worm down at the Pit Stop, a really low dive on the edge of the east side. Better send a crew in, this place is one even I wouldn't go into with out backup," Benjy said.

"Thanks. Get back to ya later," Zeus said, and then hung up. He hit the speed dial and the Yamane brothers answered. "Samurai Inc, Peckertown office. Lo Yen speaking."

"Your target is Worm. He's at the Pit Stop. Get your crew and bring him to me at the hospital," Zeus snapped "Ya ya. We do. Go bye," and the phone went dead. Zeus sighed and put his cell away. "The wheels are rolling. All we can do is wait now." Silvers nodded. "I hope we can fix this thing, whatever it is."

"I have an idea of what it might be, but can't say," Zeus said. "I should have insisted Damien stay with the program."

"Good luck. Let me get out there and see what I can do," Silvers said and left. Zeus paced the floor for the next half hour. He looked at his watch several times and wondered what in hell was taking so long. It was just a simple pick up job. He rubbed his face, wondering what had set Damien off. It had been hell trying to get him to come to the hospital. Damien had tried to fight off everyone and Zeus finally had to wrap him up in a bear hug in order to get the ambulance crew to sedate him. The doctors said stress and overwork had caused the breakdown. Zeus felt there was another reason to it, and Worm was the key.

He looked up as the elevator doors opened and the Yamane brothers escorted Worm out. He pulled away from them and started to say something but Zeus silenced him with a look and pointed to an empty room. Worm followed Zeus in and the big man closed the door.

"Tell me," Zeus said softly.

Worm told him the whole story of his childhood with much reluctance. As he talked, he started to realize that he should have done this ages ago.

"I was a bed wetter up to about the time I came here. My home life was terrible. My parents considered me a freak, and my brothers called me the runt. All of them are seven foot [1.80 m] or better and extremely good athletes. Since I wet the bed at night, I was forced to wear diapers for that and when I got punished for something, which three quarters of the time I was innocent of. I got the nick Worm when I started puberty, and that was the final blow for me. I left home and never looked back. It was about the time the Davis business happened that I came here. I never told anyone my real name because I was afraid of getting sent back. My name will continue to be Worm. I'm changing it to that legally so even God will know it is my real name," Worm said.

Zeus nodded. "I bet if you had said all that to Damien in the first place, none of this would have happened. Getting the hotel running took a lot out of him and seeing others fulfilling his fantasy brought him even more stress. The argument with you and your leaving broke him. An emergency meeting is being called of the board of Robinson Enterprises and you need to be there. For now let's keep what you told me to us. I can help you deal with all that garbage hanging off you."

"Can I see him?" Worm asked. Zeus nodded and led Worm to Damien's room. Worm shivered in fear when he saw Damien lying so still, hooked up to IV bottles and a machine. He looked very pale.

"Is he going to be okay?" Worm asked.

"Schwartz thinks so. He's going to need lots of rest," Zeus said.

"Plus more time with you, and that includes me as well," Worm said. "I am going to insist that he hire someone to oversee everything. There's no need for him to try and do everything."

"Bring that up at the meeting," Zeus suggested. "I'll be right outside." Worm turned and gently touched Damien's cheek. "Fucking me, what have I done? I've gone and hurt you, love. I'm going to make things right. Just give me a chance." Worm's hand had dropped down next to Damien's and he felt a gentle pressure and looked down. Damien was squeezing his hand and Worm knew he had heard. He leaned over and kissed Damien on the cheek.

"I'll be back," he promised. "Just rest, my love." He walked to the door and looked back. He wished he had said something a long time ago and now it was too late. He had hurt him and he would live with that for a long time.

Damien spent a month in the hospital recovering. Zeus and Worm both spent lots of time in his room. At first Damien didn't want to talk to Worm, but Zeus convinced him to listen. It was only after Worm related his childhood to Damien that he finally understood. They hugged each other and cried. The next thing that happened was Damien had agreed to have a person oversee day-to-day operations at the resort. He had wanted it to work so badly he tried to do everything himself. The second thing was Damien going through the same alcohol program that Scott and Frank did. Worm did it too just to support Damien and both learned so much. Third, both of them bought a mountain cabin and stayed up there for a whole month alone and hashed it all out. By the time they came back, things between them were much better. They had managed to weather that storm and Damien now felt much more relaxed and in control of himself. More importantly, he was listening to people more, especially Worm. Now that he understood Worm's reasons, he respected them and tried not to be pushy. Last but on least, Damien bought a big house not too close to the resort. Worm didn't want Damien to be living on site any more and Damien had agreed once Worm outlined his reasons why. So now they are living away from the resort and doing much better. Damien began making donations to some of the various groups and organizations around Peckertown, the hospital and the clinics getting the lion's share. Even Zeus got a donation to help with his outreach work, which pleased him no end. Damien was feeling better about himself and seeing that made Worm happy.

Worm was getting extra therapy from Zeus about his childhood and he was feeling much better about himself than he'd ever had. He privately agreed that coming out about his past had helped him a lot, but he still refused to tell his real name. He had used Worm for so long that using his real name sounded alien to his ears. Nobody ever pushed him to reveal that and that was the way he wanted it.

One afternoon he was sifting through some of the reports from the Baby House and found a neatly handwritten report from one of the diaper boys in the resort.

"I didn't know we were supposed to get reports from them," Worm remarked to Damien as he skimmed it. Damien looked up from his computer. "Get what?"

"Reports from the boys," Worm stated, holding out the one he'd found. Damien took it and looked at it. "Only if there was a problem from a client."

"Maybe he's new and hasn't settled in just yet," Worm suggested.

"Okay, new rule. Any new boys will get a week to themselves before becoming available to clients," Damien said. "I'll send a memo to Richard."

Worm grinned. "That's a good idea. I didn't get that chance when I first got here. I was kinda thrown into everything with no warning."

"When I first came here, Benjy Jorgenson literally took me by the hand and showed me everything, including the leather club. He asked another boy to spend a week with me and really show me around and answer every question that I had. He told me later he wanted to make sure I clearly understood what the deal was before I committed myself to being a slave. That helped me to better understand what was going on. I think it would be fair to do that at Baby House," Damien said.

"He's quite a guy, isn't he?" Worm grinned.

Damien laughed. "Yes he is. One of my latest fantasies is to get him here and baby him for a week."

Worm roared in laughter. "Oh I can see that now. Leather diaper, leather sleeper, and Roger babying him!"

Both Damien and Worm laughed as they held their sides as the image of Benjy in a leather diaper presented its self to them. Damien sighed a moment later as Worm grinned at him. He giggled again a moment later.

"Should we send him an invitation?" Worm asked.

Damien laughed again. "Sure! Leather diapers available on request," he said, falling out of his chair as he howled in laughter once again. Worm wiped the tears out of his eyes as he laughed. This was the funniest thing he'd heard of since the incident with the diaper kid who had rigged the romper room music system to play opera instead of the Sesame Street soundtracks.

"How about reading that report out loud?" Damien asked once he settled down again and back in his chair.

"Okay," Worm said after glancing at it. "Might be nice to hear from some of these boys and their point of view about us."

Damien thought about that. "Yes it would. It could help us determine if we are doing things right over there. After all, they are the reason men go there and pay to play."

Worm smiled. "Okay. I'll pass the word around. This one is written by Tony."

Tony's Report (in his POV)

My name is Tony, and I am submitting this report. A little about myself first. I am twelve years old, standing five foot five [1.65 m], slim build from playing soccer that is my greatest passion, very short brown hair and green eyes. I have been wearing diapers for about a year when I had gotten very sick. The doctor told my parents that I needed diapers from now on because the infection I had destroyed all the nerves in my bladder. I had cried when I heard that. I didn't want to wear diapers. I wanted to be a normal kid like every one else. That pissed off my parents and they were angry at me. They had yelled at me for a long time and then they packed me up and put me on a bus for Peckertown and told me to never come back. I've forgiven them since then.

When I got here I couldn't believe the huge numbers of boys and men running around here. I thought I had fallen off onto another planet. That also awakened desires inside of me that I never knew existed. I was turned on to boys. I struggled with that as I tried to survive being on the streets. Being in diapers was even harder. I was running out of the supply I had and someone told me of the hospital clinic where I could go and get more. The doctor who examined me gave me the diapers I needed and then told me about Baby House. After he explained what it was and what happened there, I was excited! I thought it was great, that diaper boys like me could go there and be taken care of. So I came here and found it to be way better than what I had pictured it to be. I met a guy named Walter and he asked me if I was lost. I told him all about me as we sat and had a soda. He told me all about Baby House and did I want to join. I said yes. He asked me if I was gay. I told him I didn't know what that was. He smiled and explained it to me. I said yes. He said that was cool. He then asked me if I would be willing to have sex with the men who would pay to baby me. I said I needed to think about that and he said okay, he'd put me on a not available list. He explained what that was. He led me to the on site doctor and he gave me a very thorough examination; wanting to make sure I was healthy and didn't have any other problems. Walter said they took good care of all the boys here and I thought that was cool. They took me up to a room and I was amazed by the size of it. Walter told me what I was to do when between guests and I'm cool with that. It's not that hard to keep a room clean. What shocked me even more was the nursery in the room next door. I had very strange feelings as I stood there and looked at all the baby things in there. Walter asked me about what I was feeling.

"I really can't describe what I'm feeling," I told him, fingering the Mickey Mouse change pad on the table in front of me. He smiled at me. "That's okay. I'm guessing it's because all of this is overwhelming you and you're not sure how to handle this." Walter was right. He was the first person that I've met who tried to help me and I appreciated that.

"Want to get comfortable?" he asked me and I nodded yes. He undressed me and put me up on the change table and changed my diaper. Feeling another person changing me, wiping me clean, and taking care of me brought out emotions in me that I hadn't experienced in a long time. He saw me beginning to cry and he picked me up and sat down in a big rocking chair and just held me while I cried my head of. He made me feel good about myself again.

I guess I must have conked out, because I woke up in the crib. I lay there and looked up at the butterfly mobile hanging over the crib. I raised my head and looked at the teddy bear sheets and comforter that covered me. I saw a baby bottle in the corner and picked it up. There was water in it so I put the nipple in my mouth and sucked on the bottle, drinking some of the water. I lay back down and noticed the teddy bear next to me. I wrapped my arms around it and for the first time in a long time, I felt really secure and safe. Walter walked in at that moment.

"Are you okay?" he asked me.

"Yes," I told him. He nodded. "Good. How do you feel about starting now? I wish I could give you a few days to settle in. I owe it to you." I thought about it and agreed. Walter went to the door and led the man in. He smiled down at me and gently touched my cheek.

"He is simply adorable. We'll get along just fine," the white man in the three-piece suit said. He was good looking too. I felt myself get hard as I looked at him. He was seven feet [1.80 m] tall, black hair cut short, a goatee, blue eyes, and a diamond stud in his right ear.

"Then I shall leave you two alone," Walter nodded, and left. The man turned back to me. "My name Tommy. You are welcome to call me that or Daddy if you wish. Did you just wake up?"

"Yes Daddy," I said, smiling shyly.

"Need a change?" he asked, rubbing the front of my diaper. "Oh yes you do." He lifted me out and changed me. I loved the feeling of being changed. He put me down on the floor and handed me a toy car.

"I need to go and unpack, son. Be a good boy and play quietly. Then we shall go for a walk," Tommy said.

He didn't take long to unpack and settle himself in. He returned ten minutes later as I zoomed the toy car down the road on the play town that was on the carpet. I looked up as he smiled. He went into the closet and brought out a big stroller and opened it up. That didn't surprise me. I had seen a few boys being pushed around in them on the grounds and it looked like fun. He put a striped shirt on me and put a pair of socks on my feet and put me in the stroller and put the seat belt on. He packed the diaper bag and two baby bottles in the stroller and we were off. What a ride that was! I felt really strange at being in a stroller. I was also very hard and that confused me a lot.

Tommy took me for a walk around the grounds. The first stop was the pool area. There was a pair of huge pools and a toddler splashing pool. There was even a shooting rapid that went in a big circle around the pools that one could ride in on an inner tube, a baby float, or just swim in. There were bridges one went across to get to the twin pools and the toddler pool. I could see other men and their baby boys stretched out in the sun enjoying themselves. Then we went to one of the three big playgrounds. There was a big merry go round, a dozen slides and swings scattered around, a big sandbox off to one side, and the big grassy area. I could see men playing with their babies in the play areas, and lying on the grass on their blankets. There was a small building off to one side and it was the bathrooms and change stations.

"This place looks really nice," Tommy said in awe.

"Yeah, what you said," I agreed. We followed the small signs around the grounds and ended up by the lake. We could see boys and men swimming and splashing around in the water, a boat pulling water skiers, another boat pulling a man and his boy in a parachute high above us. That looked like fun. I watched a man gently touching his boy and kissing him. I couldn't believe they were that open.

"That's the only thing they are allowed to do out in the open. Everything else is done in the privacy of their room," Tommy explained. I looked up at the man. "I've never done anything." Tommy nodded at me. "They said you weren't ready yet and that you were hands off. I'll respect that. But if you want me to answer questions for you then we need to talk to Walter so that he knows what is going on." That eased my mind a lot.

We walked back to the resort and at the last moment, Tommy steered the stroller into a play area and stopped.

"My little baby needs to have a bit of playtime," he said to me. I was feeling the need to play, something I hadn't done in a long time. Running around the grass, going down the slides, climbing the monkey bars, and getting pushed on a swing was so much fun. Made me feel really young again. Before I knew it, it was time to go in. Tommy put me back into my stroller and took me back up to the room. He changed me and dressed me for dinner. He put me back in the stroller and took me down to the dining room. The sight of all those boys in their high chairs blew me away. Tommy put me in one and then sat down next to me. He put my bib on me and fed my dinner to me while eating his and talking to the other men at the table. I was really beginning to enjoy this.

We stopped at Walter's office before going upstairs and talked to him. Walter told us that would be allowed if I wanted Tommy to teach me about sex. Tommy had to sign some contract regarding sexual contact. Walter pulled me aside and explained it to me and I understand what it is about and why it was necessary to have it. He even explained the laws of consent here and that surprised me a lot. The more I think about it the more I like it, even the signed parental consent for the under thirteen's. Good protection for them.

Tommy took us back to our room and set me down in the middle of the nursery floor to play on the play town carpet while he went and changed. He reappeared in sweats and joined me on the floor. We played cars for a bit and then I needed a bad change.

"That's okay," Tommy said to me. "It was time for your bath anyway." That was an experience I'll never forget. He put me in the warm bath and dropped in a rubber duck for me to play with. Feeling his hands around my body soaping me up and washing me clean made me feel so good. He dried me off with a huge towel and then diapered me as I started to cry. He picked up a baby blanket and sat down in the rocking chair and cuddled me as I cried. He didn't say anything, just held me and gently stroked my back. I felt so good and safe being in his strong arms. I wished my parents had done a lot of that to me and they didn't. After I stopped crying I explained to him why. He just hugged me closer to him and kissed me on the forehead.

"Anytime you want me to start teaching you, just give the word. I'll tell you the straight honest truth," Tommy promised. He held me for a bit longer and then tucked me into the crib for the night. I was really wiped out from the day and went to sleep quickly.

Tommy started teaching me the next night. He was a good and gentle teacher, taking his time to explain everything carefully and slowly. I learned a lot and enjoyed the lessons. He didn't cram everything into one night, but spread it out over several nights so I could enjoy it all. I never thought that it could be so enjoyable. The first time he sucked me off was an experience. God it felt so good!

"What if I pee in your mouth while you are sucking it?" I asked.

"Won't happen," Tommy said. "There is a tiny gate inside of you that moves to block the urinary path during sex. When your body isn't sexually aroused, it swings the other way to prevent sperm from leaving your body." That was something I hadn't known and I felt better about that. Sucking him off was fun. I loved tasting his big cock and the sperm that came out of it.

The last thing I had to learn was about fucking. Tommy explained it and showed me pictures of a boy's hole receiving a man's cock. He told me about the importance of getting lubed and stretched out so it wouldn't hurt. He told me how the entry was supposed to be slow and gentle, and then relaxing so the boy or man can get used to having cock in his ass. Tommy also taught me about condoms and why they were so important. That was another condition I placed on my contracts. Condoms are to be used, or forget it. I'm sticking to that.

The first time I got fucked it hurt. I won't lie about that, it did hurt. But thanks to Tommy and getting prepared, it wasn't all that bad. Tommy had me sit on his cock for my first time so I could control the speed of entry. I really took my time at it, and after a moment or two it stopped hurting. I enjoyed riding his cock for a moment, and then slipped off for him to fuck me. Tommy fucked me good, and I loved it. He was gentle and careful and now I'm hooked on mancock. I wanna suck it, and get it up my ass. Being babied by the man adds to the pleasure, and I'm so glad that Baby House exists.

Worm and Damien

Worm finished reading the report and looked at Damien. "Now that's a novel idea. Having someone train the boys who are willing to have sex with the client and to be trained on being a baby." Damien leaned back in his chair and thought of that for a few minutes. He reached for the phone but just then the doorbell rang. Worm got off the couch and answered it. Zeus followed Worm into the living room where Damien stood waiting to see who it was.

"Oh good!" Damien exclaimed. "We were about to call you." Zeus grinned. "Today is your last session with me." Damien sighed. "Now I remember what it was that I was supposed to do with you." The three of them laughed and sat down on the couch. Worm handed Zeus the report and watched his expression as he read it. "Sounds like Tony had a very positive experience with this client. I assume there is a reason you showed me this?"

"I would like you to find out what you can about this guy. I am thinking he would be perfect as a trainer for the resort," Damien said as Worm nodded.

"I'll make a few calls," Zeus promised, and then they started the discussion.

It was a week later that Zeus delivered the results of his investigation. Damien put in a call to the resort and asked to be alerted when the guy showed up again. Tommy did show up a week later, and Damien and Worm went to see him.

"We heard about you from a boy named Tony. We talked to him and he said good things about you. We would like to offer you a job here as a trainer," Damien said once the introductions were done and all were seated, even Walter. "We are aware of your current situation back home in Maine." Tommy read the investigator's report and set it on the desk. "When can I start?" Tommy was introduced to everyone at the lunch hour to a thunderous round of applause. Tony cheered the loudest from his high chair.

Damien got home around seven a few nights later. He blinked in surprise at the sight of a table with the fancy china set up and the twin candles on the table. Worm appeared next to him.

"You're home love," he whispered in a sexy tone of voice. Damien felt his knees go weak from the sound of the voice. Worm took him by the hand and led him to the table and sat him down. Worm served dinner and they ate, sipping on Martenelli's apple cider in wine glasses. Once dinner was done, Worm placed the dishes in the sink and blew out the candles. He led Damien upstairs to the master bath. One of the nice things about the master bath was the door that led out into the hall as well as into the master bedroom. There were colored candles placed around the room and Damien felt moved by the sight. Worm started the bath, pouring a bit of rose bath into the water. He turned to Damien and slowly undressed him. He pushed a button on the intercom by the door going into the master bedroom and soft violin music played. Worm helped Damien into the tub and then stepped in behind him. Worm rubbed Damien's shoulders and then pulled him into his body, kissing the right side of Damien's neck. Damien knew he was in for a night of pleasure. They spent almost an hour in the tub, kissing, caressing, and touching each other. Worm gently washed Damien clean and then Damien washed Worm clean. After they dried each other off Worm blew out the candles in the bathroom and opened the door going into the master bedroom. He led Damien into a candle lit room and Damien looked at the scene. He saw the many colored candles, the bedcovers pulled back, the rose petals scattered lightly over the bed, and smelled the fresh scent of rose in the air.

"I don't deserve you," he said to Worm, beginning to cry. Worm held Damien in his arms and let him cry himself out. He stepped back and wiped the tears off Damien's face and kissed him

"Yes you do, my love. I love you," Worm declared. He led Damien to the bed and they lay down together. They held each other and started kissing and making love. Worm went to work on Damien, pleasing him in every way possible. Damien lay back and enjoyed the pleasure he was getting from Worm. He felt his lover kiss, touch, lick, caress, and suck on his body. He felt his cock get harder than it ever had before. Before he knew it, Worm had rolled on his back and spread his legs wide open for him to see the pink hole winking at him.

"Come my love, take me. Make me yours with your love. Give me all your loving," Worm cooed. Damien spread a thing coat of KY on his cock and moved up between Worm's legs. He pointed his cock into Worm's anus and gently pushed his hard cock inside his loved. Both boys moaned softly as Damien sunk himself deep into Worm.

"Oh baby," Worm sighed. "You feel so good inside of me." That was all Damien needed to hear. He began fucking Worm with a passion he hadn't felt in a long time. Worm urged him on with words of love, moans, and whimpers. Damien felt himself reach his breaking point.

"Here it comes, baby. Here comes my love, deep inside of you!" Damien cried as he ejaculated deep inside Worm. Worm felt himself go off, his cock being squeezed between their abdomens. Both boys shook, shivered, and cried through their orgasms. Damien leaned forward and kissed Worm very passionately before pulling out of his lover. He lay on his back and sighed as Worm cleaned both of them off. Worm quickly blew out the candles and slipped back into Damien's arms once again.

Their world was secure once more.

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