StoTelAlex

How I Ended Up With Five Sweeties

Chapter 1
The intruder

"Come out! Show yourself!"

Slowly a small boy came from behind the racks. I estimated him to be around ten. He had a black eye and held a violin case clenched to his chest. I reached over and snatched the case from his arms.

"Hey! That's mine! Give it back!"

I raised the bat and immediately he backed off. He started crying. He was so afraid of me, he wet himself.

"What were you doing back there? Why are you in my garage?"

"Hi-hiding." the boy answered with a trembling, sobbing voice.

"From whom? I bet you're running from the police. I'll give them a call."

I reached in my pocket and took out my cell-phone.

"No, please! Please don't call the cops! I'm not running from them, but please don't call them! I'll do anything."

"If you're not running from them, then why don't you want me to call them? I bet you nicked this violin and now you need a hide-out."

"No, I told you, that violin is mine. Please, I'll do anything, just please, give it back!"

By now the boy was almost to his knees and sobbing like a baby.

"Yeah, right. Why don't you get your clothes off and bend over the hood, so I can fuck you?" I said sarcastically.

Then I focused back on my phone and pressed '911'. Before I pressed the 'connect'-button, I looked up. By now the boy had stripped and had thrown himself on my car.

Still sobbing he said "Pleeeaaaase…"

I was stunned. There were several things in the scene that completely took me by surprise. First, that the boy had actually done what I said. That he had exposed himself. He must really not want the cops around. The second thing that surprised me was the sheer beauty of his body. His golden blond hair, his nice round butt and his overall appearance. He was a real head turner.

But then I got the real shock. At a closer inspection I could see bruises all over his body. His back, his legs, his arms. He had been hurt all over. I put my phone away, laid the bat next to the violin case and walked up to the boy. When he noticed it, he closed his eyes, waiting for the agony to start.

"Stand up, boy," I said, "I'm not gonna fuck you."

"Are you calling the cops?"

"I don't know yet. First you and I are going to have a talk."

I wanted to direct him to the kitchen. To do so, I wrapped an arm around his shoulder. Instantly he shriveled from the pain the bruise on his shoulder gave him when I touched it. I immediately withdrew my arm and opened the door.

"Go and have a seat."

While the boy took a place at the kitchen table, I grabbed the violin case and the groceries from my car and brought them in. I put the case on top of the cupboards, out of reach for the boy. With a sad look he looked at the case and then bowed his head.

"Want some hot chocolate?" I asked.

"Yes, thank you."

While I made our drinks and put my groceries away I asked him his story.

"My name is Kevin. The reason I don't want you to call the cops is that I don't want them to send me back."

"Back where?"

"My foster family. Their own children use every chance to beat me up."

"And why are you in there? Where are your real parents?"

Now he choked up.

"They died. My mum picked my dad up at the airport and on the way home they had an accident."

"I'm so sorry to hear that."

"The violin is all I've got left of my dad. And now those demons have ruined it."

"Which demons?"

"My foster brother and sister."

I took the case and opened it. The violin was in one piece but all the strings were cut.

"What happened?"

"My sister took a pair of scissors and while my brother held me back she cut them one by one."

Kevin was now completely broken down.

"Don't you worry about that. I think I have a solution for that. In the meantime, why don't you take a bath to relax a bit?"

I showed Kevin the bathroom and filled the tub for him. While he was enjoying his bath I took his clothes and violin to the basement. I put the clothes in the washer and took the instrument to my workplace.

I have several related jobs. I'm a music teacher, both at a local school as well as a private teacher. Next to that I restore instruments and sometimes take the odd job of piano-tuner.

I took the strings off of the violin and left it there to finish later. First I had to start dinner.

By the time dinner was ready I went back upstairs to the bathroom. The bath really had done Kevin good. I helped him get out of the tub and dried him off. I did this as carefully as I could, considering his bruises. When I got to his genitals I couldn't help myself. I had to touch him. I took his little pecker and massaged it a bit between my fingers. Then I did the same with his balls, but now he gasped for a bit of air.

"There as well?" I asked.

"Yeah."

"The bastards."

We then went back to the kitchen. As Kevin sat back at the table he looked up to the case. He didn't know it was just that: the case. The violin was still in the basement. To get his attention I started to ask him things about it.

"So that's all you've got left of your parents?"

"Yes."

"How come?"

"They had some debts. Mum wasn't killed immediately. She was in a coma for a few weeks and the hospital wanted the bills to be paid, so they sold everything in an auction. Before that, I was allowed to take one thing and I took the violin."

"Why the violin?"

"My dad had given it to me. And he got it from his dad and so on."

"Wow."

After we had finished our meal I let Kevin go to the living room. I, meanwhile, went down to the basement to take a closer look at Kevin's violin. Then I noticed the scratch at the neck and the paper stuck inside. This was the instrument of my best friend in college. If what Kevin told me was the truth, then he was…

I went back upstairs and when I came into the living room to speak to Kevin, he had turned on the TV. Not knowing if it was all right, he tried to turn it off again. Unfortunately he hit a wrong button and ended up switching on preset channel '99'. The 'adult' channel. It was showing a gay movie and there were two guys in a 69 position. Immediately Kevin turned red.

I laughed and turned the TV off.

"Nice show you're watching."

This made Kevin blush even more.

"Say Kevin, what is your full name?"

"Kevin Ludwig Stevens." he said with an embarrassed look in his eyes, "I know, but my father was a big Beethoven fan."

I was shocked. Could it truly be?

"Your father, was he by any chance Jake Johann Stevens?"

Kevin's eyes grew twice in size.

"How did you know?"

"He was a close friend of mine."

"Really? What is your name then?"

"Oh yeah, sorry. I haven't introduced myself. I'm Mike Joseph Cunningham."

"You're uncle Mike? 'Magic fingers Mike'?"

"Wow. I haven't been called that way since my graduation."

"My dad loved you." Kevin shouted excitedly as he hugged me tightly. "He always talked about how you two played every night in college."

"Well, not every night."

"I bet you can tell all kinds of things about my dad."

"Yeah. If you ever wanna talk, I'll be here." I said while I rubbed his hair. "I also bought something at the auction. I guess I'd better give them back to you."

I walked up to the cupboard and pulled out a plastic bag. In it were three photo albums.

"I guess they're really yours."

Kevin looked at them.

"I remember these. This one is their wedding album. And this one has my childhood photos."

"I'll let you look at them while I do some of my chores. If you need me, just yell."

"Thanks, Uncle Mike."

"You're welcome."

With tears welling up in my eyes I hurried downstairs. I moved Kevin's clothes from the washer to the drier and then went to work on the violin. When it was ready I went upstairs. It had taken me a couple of hours to get it perfect, so when I was finished it was dark. I found Kevin asleep over the albums. I took him off the couch and carried him to one of the spare bedrooms. After putting the exhausted boy to bed, I stood there for a while soaking in his beauty. Then I started to collect his belongings and brought them to his room. The albums I laid on the dresser, the clothes on the chair and the violin in its case on top of the clothes. I stuck a note to the case saying 'TRY ME'. Then I left and went to my own room.

The next morning, it was a Friday, I had a day off. So, instead of getting dressed I just put on a bathrobe and went down to set the breakfast table. I wanted to make it special for my guest, so I boiled some eggs and squeezed some fresh orange-juice. By the time I was done, I heard some sounds. They came from upstairs, so I went to have a look.

When I came to the second floor, I went to the spare room and pushed the door open. My heart skipped a beat. What a beautiful sight! Kevin, still naked, was playing on his violin. He didn't even bother about the morning woody he sported. When he was done, I couldn't help but applauding. Immediately Kevin looked in my direction. I saw the tears in his eyes and the shock of being caught behind it.

"The last time I heard someone play that piece with such feeling was thirteen years ago."

Kevin looked puzzled.

"It was the piece that made your dad conquer the heart of your mother."

This was too much. Kevin couldn't hold back the tears and ran towards me. He gave me a big hug.

"Please tell me everything about my parents."

"I will. I have my day off so we can spent it all on things like that."

"Thanks."

I gave him a kiss on his head and then he started to giggle.

"You're poking me, uncle Mike."

"I am?"

"Yeah, with your eleventh finger."

"Oh, I'm sorry. But that's your own fault. You were just so beautiful standing there with your violin. Naked. And you were pointing first."

This made Kevin blush. Then he whispered something to me.

"Will you take a shower with me?"

I let him go and looked into his eyes.

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

I dropped my robe, Kevin put away his violin and we went to the bathroom. I turned on the shower and, together, we stepped into the cabin. After I had soaped him up, I rinsed him off. When I did, he quietly whispered something to me.

"You can fuck me if you want."

"Why do you say that?"

"I thought you wanted to," Kevin said, now with clear doubt in his voice, hoping he hadn't made me mad.

"I do but only if you truly want it too. Are you sure?"

"Definitely."

"How do you know I would fuck guys?"

"My dad told me you two shared more then a dorm room." Kevin replied with a red face.

"He was right. But you're still very young. Let's see how far we can go, okay?"

"Okay."

First I took a close look at Kevin's back entrance. It looked tight but I would give it a try. I positioned him opposite to me and lifted him up. I let him put his feet next to my head. With my hands on his bum I positioned him.

"If you wanna stop or are in pain, you have to tell me, all right?"

"Right. I will."

Then I lowered him slowly. While I did this I pulled his cheeks aside a bit, to open his hole. I was surprised. He was tight but I could tell this wasn't his first time.

"You've done this before, haven't you?"

Immediately Kevin started to cry.

"Oh my god, did I hurt you? I told you to tell me."

"No, Uncle Mike, it's not that. It's just that… it was my dad who did this to me, showed me his love for me in this way. Last time he did it, was on the day he left for his big trip. It was the last thing he and I did together."

"Oh, Kevin. And now you're letting me… I'm honored."

We started to kiss and hug passionately and with a fountain of emotions. I started to move in and out of his young beautiful boy-pussy. After ten minutes I couldn't hold it and shot my load up his bowels. When I pulled him off my rod his little pecker was still stiff.

"Do you want me to take care of that?" I asked.

"I can do it myself if you want. My dad taught me."

"Oh. Okay."

Immediately the small boy started pounding his stiffy.

"Did your father ever help you?"

"No, only to teach me this."

"Here let me."

I kneeled and took the little stick in my mouth. Immediately Kevin started moaning. It didn't took long before Kevin had his orgasm. It was still a dry one but it was more intense than he had ever had before. Kevin felt how his legs turned into jelly. As he sat down on the ground he looked puzzled.

"Why didn't my father teach me this?"

"Your father had a thing against oral stuff."

"Oral?"

"Touching someone's genitals with your mouth."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Something to do with hygiene, I guess."

I carried him out of the shower and sat him on the closed toilet seat. There I dried him off. After I had dried myself, I carried Kevin to his bedroom and helped him to get dressed. Then we went down to the kitchen and had breakfast.

Chapter 2
Getting acquainted

"Can you tell me more about my parents?"

"Sure. Why don't we take those photo-albums I gave you yesterday and go through them?"

"Yeah, that would be great."

We sat down in the living room and started to view the albums. I told him all about his parents' wedding and everything else I could think of. When we had viewed all three albums, Kevin changed his focus from his parents to me. What did I do for a living? Was I married? Did I have kids?

Before I could answer the last two questions, the doorbell rang. Suddenly I remembered why. Coming week was a holiday and my son was coming to spent it at my place. I walked over to the door and opened it. And indeed there were my ex-wife and our son. Sarah was in a hurry and wanted to leave. She was a lawyer and was partner in a very successful and, therefore, very busy firm.

"Sarah, wait, I've got someone here I want you to meet."

"Oh, okay, quickly then."

I signaled Kevin to come over.

"Kevin, meet my ex-wife Sarah and my son, Joey Edvard Cunningham."

"Oh, dad." Joey whined. He hated his middle name.

"Don't worry, you're in good company." I said. "His full name is Kevin Ludwig Stevens."

Immediately Sarah went pail.

"You mean this is Jake's son?" Sarah said.

"You knew my father as well?" Kevin said, answering her question.

"We all knew each other," Sarah explained to Kevin, "We went to the same university. Your mum and I were best friends."

"He just showed up in my garage yesterday and he's been with me ever since."

"How old are you?" Joey asked.

"Eleven, just like you," I said, "He's exactly one month older then you, Joey."

"Who's Jake?" Joey wanted to know.

"I told you about him. I played a lot with him in college."

"You mean Jumping Strings Jake?"

"The one and the same."

"I'm sorry that I can't stay any longer to get to know you better, but I'm late already." Sarah said.

"I'll see you next week," she said and kissed Joey on his forehead. Then she left.

I closed the door and took the boys to the kitchen. By now it was lunchtime. After confirming it with the boys, they agreed to have pancakes for lunch. While I started baking the boys sat down at the table. Then I decided to drop the bomb.

"Say, Joey, what would you say of having Kevin as a brother?"

"What?"

"What would you say if I adopt him?"

All this time I had been standing with my back to the boys. When I turned I saw Joey looking at Kevin. Kevin in turn went pail and ran off.

"No, not again…" he shouted while he ran up to his room.

I was shocked by this reaction. I left Joey in charge of the stove as I rushed up to speak to Kevin.

When I walked into his room he was packing. I sat down on his bed and pulled him on to my lap.

"Kevin, what is the matter? Why don't you want to live here?"

"Then Joey is going to hurt me. I can't handle that."

"Kevin, Joey is not like your old brother and sister. I can assure you he is not going to hurt you."

"Yes he will. I just know it."

"How can you know that? You just met him."

"He had the same look in his eyes."

"Still, I can't believe he would harm you."

"Trust me, he will."

"Kevin, will you do me a favor?"

"Okay."

"Come back to the kitchen with me and we'll confront Joey. I want to get to the bottom of this."

"He won't tell you."

"Please, give him a chance."

"Okay. But only because you asked me and you're there in the room with us."

"Thank you."

Kevin and I went back to the kitchen. Joey was now standing by the stove making the pancakes. When we got there, I took over from him. Only then I saw the tears running down his cheeks. I decided we needed to talk. Seriously talk. I turned off the stove and took place at the table.

"Joey, at his former foster home Kevin got beaten up by his siblings. Somehow he got the idea that you would do the same. He saw a look in your eyes that reminded him of them. Are you going to hurt him?"

"No!" Joey sneered rather angry and irritated, like only a displeased youngster can.

"See, I told you he wouldn't tell." Kevin said.

"Of course I'm not gonna hurt him!" Joey shouted out loud as he jumped to his feet to enforce his statement even more. "He lives here with MY dad, while I, your OWN son, live miles away! How would I hurt him? I can't even reach him. What made you think I would feel good about it? Sure, mum is very nice and she does what she can, but there are times that I want YOU around, okay? I want to talk to YOU about things I can't talk to her about. And now you're telling me you want a STRANGER to come live with you instead of your own son?"

Now it was Joey who ran away to his room. I couldn't help it. I broke down and started to cry. How could I have missed this? How could I have overlooked my own son's feelings? Kevin stood up and walked over. He wrapped an arm over my shoulder.

"Go and talk to him. I'll finish the pancakes." Kevin said.

I turned my head and looked him in the eyes. After giving him a big hug I went after Joey. When I got to his room I went in and found him lying on his bed, with his face buried in his pillow.

"I'm so sorry, Joey. I should have been there for you."

Immediately Joey turned and wrapped his arms around me.

"Why can't I live with you, dad?"

"Your mum and I have agreed about this when we got divorced."

"But then I was little and needed my mum. Now I need you more, dad."

"I can see you lived with a lawyer." I giggled about his arguing. "You are growing up. Perhaps you're right. Perhaps we should spent more time."

"Dad, can't you talk to mum about this?"

"You know what? First we're going to have a wonderful weekend, all three of us. And then we'll talk to your mum on Monday, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks, dad."

Joey and I hugged a while and then we went back downstairs. When we entered the kitchen, Kevin had already baked some pancakes and put them on the table. I walked over and kissed his forehead.

"Thanks."

I took it over from him and Kevin sat down at the table. Suddenly I heard him draw a deep breath. I looked over my shoulder and saw Joey standing next to Kevin. He had extended his hand. Still a bit uneasy Kevin took it. Joey immediately started shaking it.

"I'm sorry that I reacted so strongly. Can you forgive me?"

"Yeah, I think so." Kevin replied a bit timid.

Then Joey said something I didn't expect.

"Welcome to the family, bro."

Also Kevin was surprised by this full turn of Joey. He was completely confused.

"You-you really mean that?"

"Yes. I guess you deserve a good home as much as the next guy."

"Thank you."

Now it was Kevin's turn to surprise me. He pulled Joey to him and hugged his new brother. After a few seconds Joey started to panic. Kevin hugged him so tight he couldn't breathe. Luckily Kevin noticed and released his grip. Then I decided to ask what Joey and I talked about upstairs.

"Eh Kevin, would you mind if I spent some time alone with Joey tomorrow? I think there are a lot of things we need to discuss."

"Oh no, I don't mind. I'll just go and study."

"Study?" Joey asked.

"Yeah, on my violin."

"You play violin?"

"Yeah, so?!"

"Hey, no need to get offensive." Joey said. "I think it's wonderful. I play the piano."

"You mean we both play?"

"Yeah, wanna jam?"

"Yeah. Sounds great!"

After lunch the boys went to the music room and stayed there the rest of the day. They played all day long. At first they just improvised, but soon they asked me for some sheet-music. I found them some pieces from the great composers, specially written for piano and violin. I just sat down in a big chair and enjoyed the private concert of two beautiful boys. It reminded me so much of my time spent with my best friend in college. By ten o'clock I told them it was enough and they had to go to bed. Under protest the boys gave in and went to their rooms. After tucking them in and giving them 'Good night'-kisses, I finished the cleaning downstairs and then turned in myself.

Chapter 3
Joey's education

"Hey, Joey, before you do anything come over here."

Joey walked over and I let him step under the shower. With big eyes he looked at my piece.

"Wow! Will I get that big?"

"Big chance you will. You're my son, right?"

He looked at me with a big smile on his face. Then I looked at his morning woody. "Well, you're not so small yourself."

"You really think so?" he asked, while he started to blush.

"Yeah." I said, which made him shine with pride.

Then I grabbed his hard boy-meat and started to jerk him off. He looked at me in surprise but didn't stop me. I continued until he grabbed my arms, looked at me with big eyes, breathed heavily and started to tremble on his legs. I turned him around and pulled him against me. I then slowly sat down on the floor with him between my legs. The entire time I kept playing with his beautiful boy-tool. After a final stiffening of his entire body he slowly relaxed again.

"Wow, what was that?" he said, when the feeling finally subsided.

"That was an orgasm. You never had one?"

"No. No one told me how to get one."

"Sorry. I guess you really did miss me being there." I said as rubbed his hair with my cheek.

"Yeah."

"Well today we have the day all to ourselves. We can do what ever you want."

"I just want to have a talk from dad to son, if you get my drift."

"I think I do."

"But right now I need to…you know…"

"Answer a call of nature?"

"Yeah," he said smiling shyly.

"Then answer it," I said.

And before he could react I opened my tap and the golden liquid went down the drain. Joey first was surprised that I did that right in front of him. But then he figured that if I did it, it was okay and he too relieved himself. A healthy, big yellow fountain of urine now shot from his softening boy-dick. After he, too, was drained, we soaped up and rinsed off. Just as we stepped out of the shower Kevin entered the bathroom.

"Oh, sorry, I didn't want to interrupt."

"You're not."

"Wow!" Joey shouted as he looked down at Kevin's woody.

Kevin, with a glow of pride, was a bit hesitant. He walked over to the toilet seat. I figured he actually wanted to jerk off, but didn't dare in our presence. So he decided to take a leak instead.

"Why don't you sit down, Kevin, and let me help you."

At first Kevin was surprised but soon he eagerly obliged and I knelt between his legs. I started to lick his balls and then moved up to stroked his exposed glans with my tongue. Joey, in the meantime, had come over to see what we were doing. Joey wanted to know everything about what I was doing, how it tasted, how it felt to Kevin. I decided to start the education right then and there, so I let him join in and with my instructions he gave his future brother a wonderful time.

Then I noticed Kevin was nearly there. I informed Joey and asked him whether he wanted to continue or let me handle it. But Joey wanted to finish the job. Then Kevin shouted that he was going to pee. But I could see how his balls retracted and knew better. I saw how his dick pulsated to push the load of his first wet orgasm into Joey's young mouth. When Kevin's orgasm finally subsided Joey opened his mouth and showed us its contents. His tongue was completely coated with Kevin's white juices. I couldn't help it. I had to taste it. I immediately pulled Joey close and gave him a French kiss to receive some of those beautiful boy-juices. They were the best I had tasted in a long time.

Then I decide to be bold and asked Joey if all he wanted to talk about were things concerned with this, or that there were also other things he wanted to talk about; things that were more private.

"No, it's mainly things like this. I'd also like to talk to you about other things, but if Kevin becomes my brother anyway, I think he can stay. He'll learn from it as well."

"Well, Kevin, do you mind staying with us after all?"

"Not at all."

"Okay. Well since you want us to talk about stuff like this, I guess we might as well stay naked today."

After that said, I took the boys downstairs. And while I started to make them their breakfast, the boys sat down at the table. When I turned around I couldn't help but smile. I felt so lucky. Here I was, with the two most beautiful boys I'd ever seen, sitting next to one and another, naked, at my dinner-table. When they saw me smile, they each returned it with a big grin. And those beautiful mouths with clear white teeth, centered in those angel-like faces melted my heart even more. I quickly had to put the plates down on the table and sit down or I'd would have collapsed and spilled breakfast all over the floor.

When we finally finished breakfast, I started to ask Joey what he wanted to know.

"Well," he started carefully, "I guess I just want to learn how to have fun with mine and someone else's body."

"Okay. And how did you think I would teach you that?"

"I don't know. Never thought about it."

"Well, then we'll just all go upstairs after breakfast and figure out a way…"

After we'd finished, I put away the dishes and followed the boys upstairs. We went to Joey's room and with Kevin and Joey on the bed I took my place in the chair next to it.

"Okay, Joey, you've had sex ed at school?"

"Yeah," he replied a bit shyly, "But that was all so theoretical. I mean, I know how babies are made and stuff. But I want to know about making love, you know? Not so much sex for making babies, but making the one you love feel good."

"I completely understand. And I admire you for caring so much for the other. Not everyone thinks that way." I replied him. "Let's start with a nice thing. I will teach you something I have taught Kevin only yesterday. It's called a blow-job."

"You mean that oral stuff?" Kevin asked.

"Yes."

"Oh, you're going to like this, Joey!"

I instructed Kevin to lie down on his back. He was very excited about all of this. Apparently he had really loved the action we'd had in the shower yesterday. Then I instructed Joey to lie on top of Kevin, but in the opposite direction. Kevin was puzzled. He never expected this. He thought Joey would just suck his dick and he would only have to lie there, enjoying the action. Now it seemed he had to participate as well. Not that he minded. He loved to please his new brother.

I instructed Kevin to just copy Joey's actions as much as possible. Then I told Joey what was expected from him. He was very eager to do his best and follow my directions as best as he could. I saw the ecstasy and joy grow on Kevin's face and also noticed that he did a great job on copying the actions. Both of the boys were completely into pleasuring the other as much as possible. After licking and sucking each others balls and sac, I directed Joey (and thereby Kevin as well, since he was copying every move) to the nice, completely hard boy-member. The foreskin was pulled back and then Joey's tongue explored Kevin's sensitive head. He rimmed the edge of the swollen glans and then rubbed the little piss-slit with the tip of his tongue. Just before engorging the nice spongy head completely. Now both boys were each sucking on a beautiful knob. And judging by the moaning, each was enjoying what the other did to his sensitive dick. Then I noticed the little balls and sacs of the boys and knew the orgasms had begun. Moaning loudly, both kept on pleasuring each other all through their own orgasm. I saw two beautifully small throats swallowing everything that was shot down into it.

"Wow! That was awesome!" Joey said, still breathing heavily after his first wet orgasm.

"Yeah! Best orgasm ever!" Kevin replied, but then quickly realizing what he had said. "Sorry, dad, I didn't mean yesterday, or this morning was bad, but…"

"Don't worry, Kevin, I completely know what you meant. No offense taken."

Then it dawned on Joey and me.

"You said 'dad'!" Joey said.

"Do you mind?" Kevin asked with a troubled voice as if he had done something wrong.

"No, not at all. You're my brother, so why should I mind?"

"I don't know. Maybe you would think it's too soon. But it just felt right when I said it."

I felt tears welling up in my eyes. Kevin had accepted his new situation completely. And so had Joey.

I decided to let them rest for a while. They had just had the biggest orgasm of their young lives, so I guessed they needed some time to recuperate.

"Shall we just talk for a while, before continuing the education?"

"Okay. What do you want to talk about?"

"Oh, I don't know. I couldn't help noticing, but it seems to me that you guys have really accepted your new situations, haven't you?"

"Yeah! And I'm so happy! I really love it here. And I love you two as well. I think I couldn't have wished for a better brother!" Kevin said as he gave Joey a big hug.

"Thanks," he replied blushing, "but it's easy to be a good brother to such a nice guy like you."

"Oh, thanks, you really mean that?"

I decided to start teasing them a bit. I pointed into my mouth while making a gagging movement. And then started to provoke them by making kissing noises and acted as if I was making out with myself. This struck the right cord and they jumped at me. They pushed me onto my back and started tickling me. But then it took a turn I didn't expect.

"You know, it looks very weird when you make out by yourself. You'd better do it with someone," Kevin said and immediately planted his lips on mine and started to kiss.

"Hey, not fair! He's my dad. I should be kissing him." Joey said and pushed Kevin away to take his place.

Then Kevin pushed Joey away again and they acted as if they were fighting, but it was nothing more then some simple roughing about.

"He, he, there is enough for both of you to go around," I stated and grabbed both boys by their waists.

I pushed them onto their backs and started to tickle them. Now we all were tickling each other and had big fun. After a couple of minutes we just had to stop. We were all laughing so loud we had to catch our breaths. Besides, if we were to continue we surely would have soiled the bed.

After a few minutes, we had calmed down enough to continue the education. I asked what Joey wanted to learn next.

"Can you teach me… how guys fuck?"

"Well, that's simple." I said as I motioned Kevin to come closer so I could put him in the wanted pose.

"Kevin's dad already taught him how it works. So why don't you fuck him first and then he can fuck you?"

Now Joey bowed his head and when he looked up he asked: "Is that what they call 'popping someone's cherry'?"

"Yes, it is. You feel up for it?"

"Actually I don't want Kevin to fuck me." Joey said. Immediately he noticed Kevin's disappointment. "I'm sorry Kevin. It's not that I don't like you! I really love you, please believe me."

"Then why don't you want me to fuck you?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that." Joey said with his head bowed again. "I said it wrong… what I meant was, that I want my dad to be the one to 'pop my cherry', to be the first. But I want you to be the second!"

"Don't worry," Kevin said, with a shy smile and moistening eyes, "I totally understand. I remember how special it was for me, when my dad took my cherry. I hope it'll be as special for you as it was for me."

Joey gave Kevin a hug and then let his brother instruct him what to do, so he would enjoy it the most. I played a bit with Joey's boyhood and whispered some nice things in his ear to get him in the mood. After a few minutes Joey's little pecker had the right stiffness and I applied some KY, that I keep in the nightstand, on Kevin's hole and Joey's stiffy. Then Joey followed my and Kevin's directions and soon he had found the rhythm Kevin and he enjoyed the most.

Joey and Kevin enjoyed the love making. Kevin was loving every minute of it. He finally had a nice brother he could really love and show his love to. Joey was loving the education immensely and was really loving his new brother for sharing this with him.

Soon Joey couldn't hold on any longer. His breathing got harder. And so did his thrusts into Kevin's ass. Then, finally, Joey gave a loud moan and Kevin felt the juices of his new brother taking possession of his bowels. When his orgasm was finally over Joey rolled off of Kevin and while he lay next to his brother, Joey turned and kissed him.

"Thank you, bro, that was awesome."

"You were awesome," Kevin replied and kissed Joey.

After fifteen minutes Joey decided he had rested enough and wanted the education to continue. Kevin had him go on all fours and then rested him on his elbows. I took my place behind Joey and had to swallow. Here was my son, offering me his beautiful, virgin butt. It looked even more perfect then I remembered. I told Kevin to give me the tube. I put a big glob of KY on my stiff manhood. I also put a big glob on Joey's entrance and then I put the lid back on the tube.

Kevin immediately took advantage of that moment. While I was busy putting the tube aside, he jumped to the occasion by using one hand to rub the gel over my dick and his other hand to rub it into Joey's waiting opening. I had to slow Kevin down. He was so enthusiastic that he almost gave Joey and me our orgasms without us having fucked each other.

Kevin backed off and I aligned my dick with Joey's love-hole.

"Are you ready?" I asked.

"Yeeeaaahhh!" Joey said. He really wanted us to get a move on.

"It may hurt at first, but I'll be as careful as possible."

"I know dad, just give it to me!"

Then I just plunged my thick swollen glans into him beyond the first rim. Joey gasped. He had to take some big breaths before I felt the tension in his sphincter slowly going down.

"You're okay?"

"Yeah, I just needed… I didn't expect that."

When I was certain he was okay and had adjusted to the situation, I slowly pushed forward. Bit by bit my adult member vanished inside my boy's behind. Every so often I would stop for a few second so he could get acclimated to the new situation. When I was completely inside I bent forward and kissed him in his neck.

"You don't know how much this means to me." I whispered to him.

"And you don't know how fortunate I feel right know." he said.

"I think I know," I said, "And so does Kevin."

We looked aside and saw Kevin sitting in the chair. His legs pulled up, his head resting on his knees, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"Why are you crying?" Joey asked scared, "Is it because I wanted dad to be the first? I told you I love you too. I really do."

Immediately Kevin came over, sat down on the bed next to Joey and stroked his face.

"It's not that, you silly. Seeing you two reminds me of the time my own dad took my cherry and how much I miss him." Kevin said.

"Oh. I'm sorry you feel that way." Joey said breathing heavily, because I had started to find my rhythm and was pounding his ass.

"Don't be," Kevin said and he started to kiss his new brother. "I'm happy you make me remember him. It helps me not to forget him."

And while I was taking my son's cherry, my to-be-adopted son was making out with him. It was one of the hottest things I'd ever seen. With tears running down my cheeks from happiness I was getting close to my climax. Kevin noticed it, by me thrusting my pelvis harder against my son's buttocks. Joey only noticed it when I finally came and held still while string after string of hot juice was coating his inner-sanctum.

Finally I was spent. I rolled off and lay down beside Joey. I saw the tears rolling down his face.

"Did I hurt you?" I asked him.

When he just shook his head, I knew. I remembered how I felt when my dad took my cherry. I hugged him and we cried our hearts out with happiness. This was the best father-son moment I ever had with Joey in his young life.

"I'm so grateful that you granted me the opportunity to be your first," I whispered in his ear.

"And I'm thankful you were willing to grant me that wish," he whispered back.

"But of course. How could I refuse you something like that?"

After five minutes I slowly came down from my pink cloud and saw Kevin, sitting in the chair again. He too was crying. It had just brought back so much memories. I held my arm out to him and immediately Kevin jumped onto the bed and into my arms. I made him part of our hug; letting him know he was one of us now. We must have lain there for at least a quarter of an hour. We just couldn't stop feeling so happy and fortunate to be in each others company.

After a while, we had rested enough.

"Dad, could you… eh… tell us how it goes with a… eh… girl?" Joey asked shyly.

"I would love to, but it's getting a bit late," I replied.

But then I remembered I had some pizzas in the freezer so I decided we could spend some more time on the education. I had a book on family health in the bookcase in the livingroom. I remembered that in it, there was a chapter on sexuality. I collected it from downstairs and, when I returned to the bedroom, I sat down on the bed with both boys on either side. I also had picked up my laptop and started up the internet-connection. After half an hour of going through the book and some sites we had to call it a day. It was time to start making dinner.

"I'm sorry that it was theoretical again, but we don't have someone here who can show it to you guys in person."

"That's okay dad,"Joey said, "you explained a lot to us. I think I now know a lot more about it."

"Me too." Kevin stated.

I ruffled their hair and then motioned them to follow me downstairs. I pulled the pizzas out of the freezer and let the boys add some toppings of their choice. After we finished our pizzas we stayed watching some TV until it was bedtime. They went to their own bedrooms and I tucked them both in. When I leaned down to kiss Joey goodnight on his forehead, I felt his hand rubbing my manhood. Then he gave me a big hug and whispered, "Thanks, dad, for a wonderful day. Thanks for taking time for Kevin and me. You're the best."

I hugged him back and, with a lump in my throat, I turned off the light.

Chapter 4
The Ordeal

"Guys, I have to go to the 24/7. What do you want to do? Stay here or come with me?"

Kevin and Joey looked at each other.

"Hey, if we go, we can take our instruments with us and play in the parking lot. Maybe we'll earn something."

"Yeah!"

"Okay," I said, "then let's eat our breakfast and get dressed."

One and a half hours later Kevin and Joey had set up in the parking lot. Kevin with his violin and Joey with a keyboard. I figured they would be okay and left them. I know Joey thought he could make some money, but seeing this was Sunday morning, it was very quiet with customers. I figured I'd give them some money when I got back.

After about an hour, I was done and came out of the store. Just in time to see Kevin being pulled into a van, that then took off. I saw the instruments lying where the boys had been playing. I quickly grabbed the violin and keyboard, jumped in my car and went after the van. I caught up with it and wrote down the licenseplate. Suddenly it took a turn and disappeared into a street, leaving me behind. The other traffic had blocked my way. There was no way I could follow them. All I could do was, return to the shop, get my stuff and go home to do some thinking.

Meanwhile, in the van, Kevin and Joey were being tied up by the man who had pulled them in. After the boys were no threat any more the man climbed into the passenger seat.

"Johnny will be pleased. We've got some very nice specimen this time."

"We sure do," said the driver, gloating over their catch.

On my way home, still in thought on what to do, I waited for a traffic light to become green, when the van drove by on the crossing road in front of me. I saw the two man in front. They looked some fearsome customers. As soon as the green light came on, I decided to follow them from a distance to see where they were going. After some fifteen minutes they parked at a farm well outside the town. I stayed at a safe distance, behind some bushes. Luckily I always had my binoculars in the glove-compartment. Now I could keep a good watch on the place.

First the driver and the passenger stepped out. After that the men opened the side-door and pulled the boys out. They were both tied up and gagged. The men each threw one boy over his shoulder and went inside. I thought for a moment and decided there wasn't much I could do by myself. Then I remembered a good friend from High school and what he did for a living nowadays. I decided to give him a call.

In the meantime, Kevin and Joey were brought down to the basement of the farm. At the end of the stairs there were two doors: one on the left and one on the right. The men took the right one and when Kevin and Joey's eyes had adjusted to the dim light, they saw a row of cells. In the first two there were two little boys about eight or nine. Kevin and Joey where put in the next two cells. First the ropes were removed and then the boys were shoved into the cells. The iron doors slammed shut behind them.

The men walked away and closed the door. Now Kevin and Joey were confident enough to take off their gags.

"Are you okay?"

"Yes, and you?"

"Me too."

Kevin looked at the boy in the cell next to him. The frightened boy looked at him. He looked in very poor health. Small and showed clear signs of mall nourishment.

"Where are we?" Kevin asked the boy.

"We don't know," the boy answered, "only that we were better of on the streets than here."

"Why? What is this place?"

"It is some kind of slavehouse."

"Slavehouse? What do you mean?"

"The leader, they call him Johnny, he sells us over the net. We're placed in front of a webcam and then the viewer tells Johnny what he wants him to do to us."

"How long have you been here?" Kevin asked.

"About three weeks," the boy replied, "Depending on how we look after those sessions we're put in front of the cam up to three times a week."

"What do you mean? 'Depending on how we look'?"

Suddenly the door opened and one of the men dragged a naked girl in and put her into the last cell.

"Stefanie!" the boy shouted, "What did you guys do to her?"

"Be quiet!" the man said as he hammered against the bars.

He then went inside of his cell, grabbed the boy and took him away.

"Excuse me," the small boy at the far end said, "could you tell me how my sister is? Please?"

"I don't know," Joey answered, "She looks very bruised and she's unconscious."

The boy now bowed his head and started to cry.

"Hey," Kevin said, "Don't worry. We'll get out."

"How? Nobody knows we're here. Besides nobody cares."

"Our dad does."

"What? You're not orphans?"

"No."

"You'd better keep that quiet, or he'll kill you for sure."

"Why?"

"Because you're too big of a risk. If your dad is out there he could sent the cops on Johnny and his gang. And they can't afford that."

Kevin and Joey looked at each other. What would happen to them? Unfortunately for Kevin he would soon find out. After two hours the boy was brought back. He had bruises over his entire body and he kept his legs spread.

"Charlie, are you okay?"

"Don't worry, Frankie, I'll survive," Charlie answered his kid brother, with a soft voice and a swollen eye.

The man now opened Kevin's cell and dragged him out. He pushed the boy in front of him and took him to the other room. There Kevin was placed in front of a webcam, with a spotlight on him. The viewers now had 5 minutes to bid on the boy. In the end the final bid was $1500. Now the bidder had an hour in which he could tell Johnny what he wanted him to do to the boy, while the others could only watch.

The bidder began by telling Johnny to grab Kevin in his crotch and squeeze until the boy had tears in his eyes. This didn't take too long. Then Johnny was ordered to kick Kevin between his legs. Immediately the boy went down. Still coughing Kevin was forced to stand up. Now the bidder wanted Johnny to remove the boy's shirt. When he did, they all noticed the bruises.

"What is this? Why does he already have these bruises?" the bidder asked.

"Where did you get those?" Johnny asked as he grabbed Kevin by the arm.

"My brother and sister hit me," Kevin said.

"You've got siblings?" Johnny said, with a shocked voice.

"Foster-siblings. And I ran away so they couldn't hurt me anymore." Kevin now said with a breaking voice.

Now there was laughter from the bidder. "Didn't do you much good, did it?"

Now the rest started laughing as well. Kevin was chained by his wrists and then his arms were pulled in a T-shape. The bidder continued his ideas for Kevin. Johnny had to put some clamps on Kevin's nipples and then the bidder ordered Johnny to use the whip to remove them. Johnny was skilled with the whip, so at the first attempt he had one off. Then he decided to play a little. So instead of removing the clamp, Johnny hit Kevin straight over the chest. Kevin yelled in pain. Then Johnny hit the other nipple, but the clamp stayed on. The next hit was successful and Kevin stood there sobbing and coughing.

During the boy's ordeal, I was still outside. After a half hour two cars pulled up behind me. A 4x4 and a van. I saw my friend getting out of the 4x4 and walking up to my car. I stepped out and greeted him. He took me to the van and opened the side-door. The rest of his team gathered round and I was introduced to them by their nicknames.

They all had nicknames as if they came from comic-books. Ironman was a big guy with upper-arms as big as my thighs. And I do my share of cycling, so they're not that small! He was clearly the muscle of the team. Next there was Spidy. He had the skill to crawl into any house he wanted to, without being seen. The third member was CPU. He was the nerd of the team and handled all the high-tech support. My friend went by the name Captain X.

My friend had only told them an old friend needed their help, but he had no idea with what. I gave CPU my info and immediately he went to work. In the meantime, I gave the rest a detailed report of what had happened. When I was done with my story, CPU had distilled some things from the data I had given him. The van of the bad guys was registered to a fake company. But CPU also had checked out the house with a heat seeking scanner. To me it looked more and more like I was in a Hollywood film. But the scan showed that there were four adults and five children present.

Inside, Johnny now got the order he had hoped for. The bidder gave him the order to remove the boy's pants. But he had to do it using the whip. With a very mischief grin on his face Johnny raised the whip high and with the first blow he already made a big cut in the lower part of the left trouser. Underneath there was a big red weal. Soon the whip struck its goal for a second time. And a third. After a couple of minutes Kevin's trousers were lying on the ground. The boy hung in his chains sobbing. His legs were covered with red marks. Some were so severe that there was a little blood coming out. But Kevin's ordeal wasn't over yet. He still had his boxers on.

Again the whip lashed through the air. With five blows Kevin was nude. His butt showed where Johnny had torn the boxers to pieces.

"Well, what do you want now?" Johnny asked the bidder.

Kevin was in great pain and sobbing his eyes out. He couldn't hear clearly what the man behind the screen said. Suddenly, Kevin felt his privates grabbed and a string was tied around the base of his sac. After that, the sac was tied in such a way that his boy-balls were pushed each to a side of the sac, with the skin tightly wrapped around them. The outlines of his two testes were clearly visible.

After inspecting his work Johnny took hold of the boy's little pecker. And without showing any love, he started to rub Kevin's dick-head and started to jerk the little poor fellow off. Kevin hated what was happening, but Johnny knew how to work his victims. So after a few minutes, Kevin started to feel that he was over the threshold and that his orgasm had begun. The orgasm had made his balls wanting to retract, but because of the string they couldn't. This caused them to hurt immensely. After finally loosing his load the pain got the best of Kevin and he fainted.

CPU had hacked into the signal that was coming from a computer in the attic. He couldn't believe what he saw. He went completely pale.

"What is it?" my friend asked.

"You don't want to see this," CPU told me.

But I had to. I had to know what my boys were going through. CPU started what he had recorded and what I saw was Kevin being beaten up by Johnny and his whip. It took a lot of me not to throw up.

"Kevin! Oh my God!" I shouted. "What is this for place?"

"A place that needs shutting down." Ironman said.

"Right," my friend agreed, "and the sooner the better."

Meanwhile, CPU had kept the link to the computer open and the man who had used the whip on Kevin was now auctioning another boy. CPU didn't know him, but if I would have looked, I would have recognized Joey immediately. Unfortunately we were more occupied to come up with a plan to invade the place. After some careful planning it was clear to every one what he had to do.

During the planning Joey had been auctioned and his ordeal had started. He was handcuffed. Then Johnny got his first order. 'Take a pair of scissors and cut his clothes to pieces.' Joey was scared. He tried to jump away from the sharp tool, but Johnny soon had him cornered. He grabbed the shaking boy and held him firmly under his arm. "Stand still! The more you move the bigger the chance I'll be cutting you instead of your clothes."

After five minutes Joey was naked and his real torture would begin. The man said he should be punished for his disobedience. He ordered Johnny to tie Joey to the X-frame that was bolted to one of the walls. Now facing the wall, Joey heard what the man wanted. "Give him ten with the whip. Two as a cross over his back, the rest on his cheeks." Before Joey could brace himself, the first stroke hit his back. After the punishment Joey had a red X across his back and a fiery red bottom.

By now the boy was sniffling with pain and tears were running over his cheeks. Now Johnny was ordered to put a dildo up Joey's butt. Joey was terrified. His ass was only broken in yesterday. How would he handle such a tool? But Johnny had examined his victim and returned with a dildo, that would make a tight fit but not rupture anything. The vibrator was lubricated and then violently shoved up into Joey's entrance.

After Johnny had assured himself the tool was in the correct position, he locked it into place with a few straps that were attached to it. The tip of the vibrator was positioned in such a way that it pushed against Joey's small prostate. Then the sex-toy was turned on.

Joey felt the vibrating on his sensitive gland. He didn't understand what was happening or why, but he felt feelings he had never experienced before. Suddenly his dick started leaking. But it wasn't pee or the white stuff he had only recently discovered. This was clear and transparent.

Then came the last order for Johnny in relation to Joey. By now Joey's mind was no longer registering what was happening around him. He was too confused with all these new experiences and his young mind was overflowing with new information.

But suddenly he was taken off of the X-frame and put in the center of the room. He was ordered to kneel down and then a dentist tool was put in his mouth. This made that his mouth was forced to stay open. As Joey looked up, he saw Johnny standing in front of him, with his big 8-inch [20 cm] member in his hand. With a sadistic grin on his face, Johnny pushed his meat down Joey's throat. Immediately the small boy started to gag on the intruder. It was hard for Joey to concentrate on how to handle this. Not only was his mouth being invaded by Johnny's oversized tool, Joey's prostate was still being massaged by the vibrating dildo. Johnny just laughed. Suddenly Joey remembered the education from yesterday and after a few efforts he had adjusted to the big tool and was taking Johnny completely.

"Wow! Looks like we have a natural cocksucker here!" Johnny said, "That's it boy, swallow it!"

Not much later Joey felt the cum being shot down his throat. After he was spent, Johnny pushed Joey on his back. Without a warning Johnny grabbed the small boy-balls and squeezed hard. Joey immediately felt his stomach turn. Johnny let go and stood up. Joey turned to his side and started the cough. He was close to throwing up, but he didn't. All Joey coughed up, much to the delight of the viewers, was Johnny's big load of cum. Joey's time was up and he was brought back to the holding cells.

Now the small boy from cell one was up. He was dragged into the 'arena' and the bidding started. Fifteen minutes later Johnny got his order. He was to call his assistant and together they were to rip the clothes literally from the boy. Frankie had now got chains to his wrists and ankles and then the chains were pulled so tight, that he hung spreadeagled in mid-air. Johnny stood in front of the terrified, whining mess, while his colleague was behind little Frankie. It started by Johnny taking off the boy's shoes in one yank. Then each of the men took hold of the boy's shirt. On the count of three they each pulled and the shirt tore into two. After that it was the turn for his trousers to give in, but the waist was too strong. Johnny got some scissors and cut the waistband. When they pulled again, the jeans gave away.

Now Johnny got the order to stop for a moment. They wanted to get a good look at this boy in the shackles, wearing nothing but white briefs and a pair of socks. After a few second, off came Frankie's socks and then it was time for his briefs. Johnny took hold of the front, letting his fingertips play with the boy's privates. At the same time, Frankie felt that the other man was rubbing his cheeks with the upper-side of his fingers. On three the men pulled and Frankie's privates came out in the open for all the viewers to see.

Johnny sent his mate back and awaited the next order. And there it came. 'Put an iron pin down his urethra and then one up his ass. And then hook them up to the electrical stimulation-device.' Johnny got a very sadistic smile on his face. He took a close look to the boy's back entrance and then to his small soft dickie. Then Johnny walked over to the table with instruments. He picked up a small pin, that he new would stretch the boy's urethra to the max without damage, a larger one, that would take all of Frankie's efforts to accept it in his tight sphincter, and the transformer to hook both pieces of metal up to. Johnny placed them on a trolley and then wheeled it up next to the terrified boy…

Chapter 5
The Rescue

"What the…" Johnny said, "What's this?"

Before he knew what happened, he felt a stinging in his neck. In a reflex he hit the spot as if it had been a bug. But then he collapsed. Frankie was confused. He looked at Johnny in fear and then looked up at the man dressed in a black outfit, who was approaching him.

During Joey's ordeal the planning had been taking place and the plan was now unfolding. CPU had taken complete control of the criminals' computers. In the meantime, the three other members had taken positions just outside the different rooms. Spidy outside the attic where the nerd was sitting, Ironman outside the kitchen with the two jocks inside and Captain X just outside the studio where Johnny was preparing his next torture session. CPU had interrupted the signal with the fake message. As soon as this had happened, he gave the signal to his team-mates and they swung into action. They all had blow-tubes with darts. These darts were drenched in a quick working poison that sedated the victim within seconds.

Within five minutes the criminals were put out of action. At that point, my friend gave me the signal that it was safe for me to come in. I immediately went down to the cells to check on the boys. Captain X had grabbed the key-ring from Johnny and walked up to Frankie. The boy was glad to be free from the chains, but was still on his toes where this stranger was concerned. Who was he and what were his plans?

After uncuffing Frankie, he took the boy to the cells and started to open them. Joey and Kevin were very groggy and so was Stefanie. The only ones who were relatively well, were Charlie and Frankie. They went up the stairs by themselves, while Ironman, my friend and I each carried a child to the cars. Joey and Kevin were put in my car, while Captain X took care of the other three. He gave directions to Ironman to put the criminals each in a cell and wait for his return before taking further actions.

Then we drove off to my place. Once there I told X who was to be in which bedroom. After we had carried everyone in, the doorbell rang.

On the way over, X had called another one of his friend from his car. A doctor who wouldn't ask questions. I told him where the patients were and he immediately went to check on them. X went back to his team and I helped the doctor in treating the kids as well as I could. Mostly it would involve putting on bandages and handing them some water. The doctor gave the kids some sleeping drugs, except for Frankie who hadn't been injured too badly, and then went back downstairs so we could talk.

Most of the injuries were superficial and would heal in a few days. The biggest concern he expressed was how the children would cope with the ordeals. I promised to keep in touch if difficulties would arise.

When the doctor had left I went back upstairs to see how they were doing. I didn't saw Frankie in his room. He had come out of his room and had climbed into bed with Charlie. When I walked in on them he looked at me in fear.

"Why doesn't he wake up?" Frankie asked with tears running down his cheeks and fear in his voice.

"He had some sleeping-medicine. That way he can rest and that will help his healing process."

Frankie calmed down a little and just lay down next to Charlie with his arms protectively wrapped around his big brother. I sat down on the bed close to him and asked: "Why don't you tell me something about you and the others?"

Frankie was a bit hesitant but finally gave in.

"Okay," the little boy said, obviously a little calmer now, "I'm Frankie. I'm nine. This is Charlie, he's ten. And the girl is Stefanie, she's twelve. Our parents died two years ago. When they died, Charlie, Stefanie and me were put in a home. But the other children weren't that nice. They would always bully us. And then we had enough of it. And we ran away. We were doing alright. Until those guys grabbed us from the street and put us in that… that…"

"Hush, calm," I said to Frankie, while I pulled him close to me, trying to calm him down, "You're no longer there. That's all over with. You know the other two boys?"

"No, they were captured later."

"Well, they're Joey, my son, and Kevin. They're both eleven."

"Are they brothers?"

"Not yet."

"What do you mean, 'not yet'?" Frankie asked with a puzzled look on his face.

"Kevin's father and I were good friends, but unfortunately he and his wife died in a car-crash. I'm planning on adopting Kevin."

"They said you would come looking for them. I guess you really love them, don't you?"

"Yes, I love them very much. They're great guys. And although Kevin is not my son, I love him too. I see him as the nephew I never had. I'd do anything, for both of them."

"They're lucky. I wish we could find someone who feels that way for us."

Without knowing, Frankie said what I had thought. Only difference was that I knew they had found that someone: me.

"Are you going to be okay? I want to check on Kevin and Joey for a moment."

"Yes, I'll be fine." Frankie said, still clinging tightly to his brother.

I left the room and went to see the others. First I checked on Stefanie. She seemed to be doing okay. Although she had an angry expression on her face. I guess her dreams weren't that pleasant. But that was understandable, after everything these five had gone through. There wasn't much I could do for her, so I left and went to see Joey.

He, too, was sound asleep. When I pulled back the blankets the welts from the whipping were still visible. I had laid him on his belly so the big red 'X' on his back wouldn't hurt too much. I took some ointment I had grabbed from the bathroom and started to rub it on his wounds. When I touched them I noticed a twitch in his facial expression, but it soon calmed down when the ingredients of the ointment started to work. I gave him a kiss. And with watery eyes I went to the room next door.

There was Kevin, in the same miserable state as Joey. I gave him the same treatment. As I left Kevin's room and closed the door I couldn't hold it anymore. I collapsed and, sitting there, with my back against the door, I started to cry. Why? Why my guys? Why these five beautiful kids? I just sat there with my head in my hands, weeping.

Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder. When I looked up and wiped my tears, I looked into the angelic face of Frankie.

"They're going to be alright, aren't they? You said so yourself."

"I know. But I just can't feel sorry for the horror you all been through. You must hate us adults now."

"No. Not all. From what I heard and saw, you are a great dad. Coming to the rescue and all. You gave me hope not all adults are bad."

"Oh, Frankie!" I said and clasped him into my arms.

Now we both were crying. After a while I let go of him and asked if he wanted to get something to eat. He hesitated a little. He did feel hungry, but he also didn't want to leave his brother and sister. I noticed his predicament and tried to convince him.

"They're asleep. There isn't much you can do for them right now. We can only wait and see."

Frankie saw I was right and followed me downstairs. In the kitchen I warmed up some soup for him and he really was hungry. He eat three full bowls of it. I was happy to see the little guy hadn't lost his appetite. After he had finished his supper he clearly had difficulties to keep his eyes open. The poor guy was exhausted. It had been a long day. I picked up his plate, put it away and when I turned around again he had laid his head to rest on the table and was sound asleep. I admired the sight for awhile. Then I picked him up and carried him upstairs. I decided to lay him in bed next to his brother. I thought that might comfort him if he would wake up. Then I went back downstairs to do some household chores. Mostly because it gave me a chance to think things through.

By now, my mind was working overtime. I was thinking about what to do now. Actually, what I wanted was very clear. How I would proceed to get there, was a little puzzling. If I was to call Sarah right now, perhaps I would then have a hard time convincing her Joey was safe enough with me to come live here permanent. But the longer I would wait the harder it would get to tell her. And she had the right to know. I looked at the clock. Half past eight. I decided to call Sarah's assistant, hoping she was still in the office.

"Hi, Nancy," I said, "Sorry to call you at this hour, but there is something very important that I need to talk with Sarah about. It's concerning Joey. I need to see her."

"What is it? Is he in trouble?"

"Yes, but not in the way you're thinking of. How is her schedule tomorrow?"

"You're lucky. She only has one appointment in the morning at eight and that's something that is just signing some papers."

"Okay, could you ask her to come here right after? And I think we'll be all day."

"That serious? Okay, I'll tell her."

"Thanks. Goodbye. It was nice talking to you again."

"Same here. Take care."

Just as Nancy put the phone down, Sarah walked into the office, back from another meeting.

"Who was that? I hope it isn't anything important, I was looking forward to a calm day tomorrow."

"Actually it was. It was Mike. He needed to talk to you urgently about Joey."

"Joey? You see, I thought so. He's too much to handle and now Mike wants me to get him back."

"I don't think so. He didn't sound that way. And apparently it was too severe to discuss over the phone. I think you'd better be prepared for the worst tomorrow."

"Well, thanks for the warning."

In the meantime, at my place, I sat down behind my desk in the study. I decided to put my mind off things by checking my e-mail. Most of it was spam of manufacturers of instruments and editors of sheets of music. But there was an e-mail in my inbox that was different. It came from a non-traceable address. I had it checked by my anti-virus-program and it didn't find anything wrong. I carefully opened the message.

Hi Mike,

CPU has checked the history of the server and we've found several addresses and credit card numbers of those sadists. We'll be tracing them down and they won't escape their punishment. I've attached a few files. Most of the movies we encountered, were too horrible to watch. The files attached show what your five guests have been through. I've picked out the ones that are the least stomach turning. The last file is a registration of the punishment of those four bastards. I hope the five rescued will recover. Until we meet again, my friend.

X

Charlie was lying on the floor. He looked unconscious. But then Johnny took a camera and filmed his work by hand. He zoomed in on the poor boy. He grabbed the boy by his hair and lifted his head. All Charlie could do was moan. His lips were swollen and blood was dripping from the corner of his mouth. His right eye was closed due to a terrible swelling. Then Johnny moved the camera to the rest of his body. His back was covered in bruises and whipping welts. When Johnny turned him over, his nipples were covered with welts too and his small boy-sac wasn't so small anymore. It had swollen to twice its regular size and was completely black and blue.

After seeing it I sat back with tears in my eyes. I didn't want to, but I forced myself to watch the other files as well. I had to know what had happened to my guests to understand them better. After I had watched all the files, including the one where those criminals got their punishment, I had a bad taste in my mouth. Not only literally, because I had been throwing up with an already emptied stomach, but also figuratively. I was so sick from watching what these guys had done. How could someone be so cruel?

Then it hit me. How would these kids be with me when they awoke? Would they trust an adult again? Could I help them to get through this? I didn't know the answer. I went to bed and for the first time in years, I cried myself to sleep.

Chapter 6
Some Tender Love & Care

"How could you let him take us?" he shouted.

"I'm sorry," I screamed, "Please, forgive me. I should have been there for you guys."

With the next blow I woke up. My bed was soaked in sweat. I looked at my clock. Half past six. I didn't want to go back to sleep; not after that nightmare. I got out of bed and took a long shower. After dressing, I carefully took some quick glances at my guests. They were all still sound asleep. All had nice calm expressions on their faces. Frankie was still clinging to his big brother. I decided to have breakfast and check on them again later.

I had just put away my plate, when the doorbell rang. I checked my watch and it was quarter to nine. 'That must be Sarah,' I thought to myself. As I opened the door, she marched in and immediately asked what Joey had done wrong this time.

"What do you mean, 'this time'?" I wondered.

"Lately he's getting into more trouble then I held possible. I'm really at my wits' end."

I took her into my study and had her sit down. I started to tell her in broad outline what had happened yesterday. I carefully left out Joey's wish for the new living arrangements and the most horrifying details of his ordeal, in an attempt not to upset her more then necessary. But still it was clear to her that it was severe what had happened. Sarah went completely pale and broke down in tears.

"Where is he? I want to see him!" she screamed.

"Come, I'll take you to him. He was still sleeping a few minutes ago, however. He might still not be awake yet."

She didn't care, she wanted to be with her precious. I guess it was as much for his comfort as it was for hers. As we came up the stairs we heard a faint moaning. "Joey," Sarah sighed in an emotional voice. But I grabbed her by her arm. I listened again. Then I noticed from which room it was coming.

"That's not Joey. It's Stefanie."

"Stefanie?"

"A young girl who was also there, together with her brothers."

I had left all doors ajar, so they would know they weren't held captive and were free to go were they wanted. We opened the door further and standing in the doorway we looked at the girl in the bed. As she saw us, she immediately crawled up to the head end of the bed. She had the most terrified look on her face I ever saw. Sarah walked into the room and up to the bed. Stefanie kept looking at me with that panic in her eyes. Sarah sat down on the bedside and I knew I as a man had no chance in reaching this girl right now. I decided not to enter the room. It was as to tell Stefanie: 'I will not enter this room without your permission. This is your territory, your personal place.'

I whispered to Sarah that I would let them be. Sarah understood and turned her attention to the miserable mess that was shivering in bed. I went on to the next room, Charlie's room. The boys had only just woken up and Charlie was still wondering where he was. When I stepped into the room, he immediately threw himself between me and his kid-brother, although he had more injuries the Frankie.

"Don't you dare hurt him! If you need to hurt someone, hurt me, but leave him alone!"

I just stood still in my tracks. So much brotherly love and self-sacrifice. I felt tears welling up in my eyes. I was just on the verge of telling Charlie I wouldn't hurt them, when Frankie stepped in.

"Don't worry, Charlie," he said to his brother, "he won't hurt us. This is Joey's dad."

"Joey? Who's that?"

"You remember. That boy they brought in, just before they took you away again."

"I don't remember that."

Frankie was immediately worried. What happened to his brother? I sat down at the foot end of the bed, Charlie still protective of his brother.

"What is the last thing you remember?" I asked calmly.

Charlie hesitated, but after seeing the questioning face of his brother, he decided to be frank about it. "I don't remember much. I know I was beaten and then thrown back into the cells, but I don't remember a boy named Joey. Don't you remember? We were beaten together." he told Frankie.

Now Frankie turned in fear to me. "That was the session before last. What is wrong with him? He can't be… he has to be okay!"

This, in turn, upset Charlie. Did he really forget his last ordeal? And who was this Joey Frankie talked about? This man did look different than Johnny and his men.

"The doctor told me he would be back this afternoon. He'll check up on you then and we'll probably know more by then." I tried to reassure the boys. "How are you guys otherwise? Still in pain anywhere?"

They shook their heads. I stood up and walked to the door. "Come, your sister has just woken up as well." That was all Frankie needed to hear to get into action. He jumped up and ran out. Charlie was still very uneasy around me.

"Frankie, wait for Charlie." I told him.

Frankie waited outside Stefanie's room and I backed off from Charlie's doorway. I walked over to Kevin's room on the opposite side of the hallway and looked from there how Charlie, still suspiciously looking at me, walked to Stefanie's room. As he went into her room, I went into Kevin's.

Later I heard from Sarah that Stefanie completely cheered up when she saw her brothers. Sarah had re-assured Stefanie enough that I wasn't a threat and then she and Frankie tried to do the same with Charlie. After a while he calmed down.

In the meantime, I sat down on the bed, looking at Kevin. The shifting of the mattress made him wake up. He moaned a little and tried to get up on his elbows.

"Please, just stay as you were," I said, "How are you today?"

"It still hurts."

"Where does it hurt the most?"

"My balls. And the welts on my legs." Kevin said with misery in his voice. But then he thought of something. "Joey! How is Joey?"

"I don't know, I haven't looked in on him today yet."

"And the others? There were others as well."

"Yes, there were. Don't worry, they're doing okay. They're here as well"

I gave him a hug and a kiss. I asked him if he wanted something but he didn't. "Would you mind if I go check on Joey?"

"No, not at all." he said, "I'll be right here if you want me."

Good, he still had his sense of humor. I gave him another kiss and went to the next room. Joey was still lying on his belly. I knelt next to the bed and laid my hand on his shoulder, carefully avoiding the welts. Immediately those beautiful eyes opened up. And immediately tears were glistening on his cheeks.

"I knew you would come for us," Joey said with a trembling in his voice. "I knew you wouldn't let us down." He stated as he rose up and hugged me tightly.

"Oh, Joey," I said as I embraced him, "I'm so sorry for what you have been through."

Joey gave a smile but cringed when I accidentally touched his wounds.

"I'm sorry. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I'm okay. I guess I'll be wearing only soft clothes for a while."

But then he too remembered his fellow victims. After re-assuring him, I helped him out of bed and led him to Kevin's room. He climbed in with his almost brother and both were relieved that they were doing fine, considering the circumstances. Just then Sarah walked in and hugged both boys. She couldn't restrain her tears. We all just sat down on the bed and tried to give each other as much love and comfort as we could.

After a few minutes, I decided to give Sarah her time with the boys and I went to Stefanie's room. There I found the other three children. Frankie immediately jumped up and ran to me to give me a big hug. Charlie and Stefanie looked at their little brother and when I stroked his head lovingly and answered his hug with a loving embrace, they decided to give me the benefit of the doubt for now. I sat down in a chair near the door and Frankie sat down on my lap, with his arms around my neck. I just sat there with my arm around him, looking at the two frightened kids on the bed.

"Could you tell us what happened? How you freed us?"

"I could, but I think I'll wait with that, until all of you are well enough and we're all together."

"We all?"

"Yes. You three and Kevin and Joey. Don't worry, we have all the time. There's no need to hurry. First things first. This afternoon the doctor will come back to check up on all of you. To see how you guys are healing."

Then the doorbell rang again. I looked at my watch and saw that it was eleven thirty. I put Frankie down and went downstairs. It was the doctor. He quickly went to work and checked all of them out individually. He was pleased about the way the wounds seemed to heal. He diagnosed Charlie with temporarily amnesia, due to the trauma. But that would probably heal in time. After checking everyone, he and Sarah and I retired to my study to discuss the next steps to full recovery.

"I think it would help a lot if they had something to look forward to. Or at least had a stable home."

"I agree," Sarah said, "but I can't take them, I'm too busy. Heck, Joey by himself is already a hand full."

"There were some things I wanted to talk to you about, even before all of this happened." I told Sarah.

"Oh, what?"

"First of all I wanted to talk to you about me adopting Kevin."

"You mean…? That would be great!"

"I thought so to, until I told Joey about my plans."

"I knew it, he's impossible these last few months. But I don't know why, I've never raised him to be this selfish."

"His rejection was prompted by frustration. He told me he wanted to change the arrangement."

"Change it? How?"

"He wanted to live with me. He feels he needs me more right now. You stated yourself, he's not communicating well with you. It's because he's growing up. He has issues he can't discuss with you. Guy things. He wants his dad around. And now I was taking in a strange boy instead of him."

Sarah was unusually quiet. But after thinking it over she agreed with the new situation.

"And I thought that if I adopted Kevin, I might as well do the same for the other three. I have enough rooms."

It didn't take long for all of us to agree on it. Sarah would look into the papers for the children as soon as she was back at the office. Just then the bell rang again. Wondering who it could be, I opened the door. There stood X with his team.

"Hi, Mike. They wanted to know how the kids are doing."

"Come on in guys. You're all my friends for life now. You gave me back my son."

I directed them into the study and immediately the doc greeted his friends. After telling his diagnoses to everyone, the doctor left. As I led him out, he stated he would be checking in next week.

After that, I didn't return to the study, but went upstairs. There was a lot of talking going on. As I walked into Stefanie's room I found all five to be there, in a life discussion on trusting adults and me in particular. I noticed the scared look on Charlie and Stefanie's faces, being caught talking about me in a negative way behind my back.

"Don't worry," I tried to calm them down, "I completely understand your suspicions. I know you don't trust me. I can't blame you. But let me tell you, I'll try to earn your trust in the best way I can."

Joey and Kevin immediately ran to me and hugged me. Then Frankie did the same. Stefanie and Charlie were still on their guards, but they were also slowly breaking down their walls, brick by brick.

"Guys, I actually came to ask if you would mind coming down. The guys who helped me rescue you, have come over to see how you are doing. Are you up for it?"

Only now Charlie and Stefanie noticed they had no clothes on. Immediately Kevin and Joey noticed what was wrong and stepped in.

"Come, you can borrow some clothes from us," they said to Charlie and Frankie.

I went away to my room and took a thin, light, silk robe from the closet. I once had received it as a gift from a friend who had brought it back from a Holiday in the Far East. It was a beautiful blue silk, embroidered with some wonderful Eastern pictures of landscapes. I never wore it. It was a bit to flamboyant for my taste. But I figured that a nice young girl like Stefanie would probably like it. I went back to Stefanie and laid the gown on the bed.

"Here, you can have this. I chose it because I think the silk would be the most friendly for your injuries. I'll give you some privacy now. I'll go check on the boys." I said to the frightened girl.

As I walked into Joey's room I saw four boys in nice outfits. Kevin and Joey were going all the way to get their new friends to look their best. With Charlie it wasn't that hard. He almost had the same proprotions as Kevin and Joey. But Frankie was younger and a bit small for his age. The clothes they gave him all were too big. Finally they had found an outfit good enough.

When they gathered in the hallway, they asked Stefanie to join them. The jaws of the boys dropped. Charlie and Frankie had never seen their sister like this. Joey and Kevin had big eyes and gasped. Stefanie became doubtful. Immediately she went back inside and closed the door.

I immediately understood what had gone wrong. I directed the boys downstairs and to the study. Once there I told Sarah about Stefanie. She went upstairs to talk to the girl.

"What is it?" she asked, "Why aren't you downstairs with the others?"

"They looked at me in such a way. It made me feel so dirty and cheap."

"What way?"

"You know. The same way Johnny looked at me. Full of lust."

"I doubt it. How can your brothers feel lust for you? I think they just admired the way you look. And I too must admit you look astonishingly beautiful. Please, put the robe back on and come with me. I'll be with you all the way."

Stefanie was still hesitant, but eventually gave in and came down with Sarah. As she stepped into the room all the boys were on one side and their rescuers on the other. Sarah took Stefanie with her to the couch and sat down with her arm around the girl.

"Wow! You all look so much better, then when I left you here." X stated.

"I think the good night rest did a lot for them."

After that Kevin and Joey asked them everything about the rescue-operation. The men were happy to tell the boys everything they wanted to know. And they were very happy all of the children did so well. By the time the team left they had become great friends with all of them. Even Stefanie had taken some more bricks down from her wall.

Chapter 7
More Good News

"Guys, from what I heard you are orphans who don't want to go back to the orphanage, do you?"

"NO!!" came a chorus of three voices.

"Okay. I want to give you a suggestion. Before all this happened I had already planned on adopting Kevin."

As illustration Joey wrapped his arms around Kevin and gave him a big kiss on his cheek. "My new brother." This made Kevin start to blush, which made him even more adorable.

"Now, I would like to give you guys this proposition. I know you still are a bit reluctant about trusting adults again. How about you three come live here for the moment and if you like it here, I'll adopt you three as well. See it as a try-out. Having a test-run so to say, and if you like it, you'll become a permanent member of the family."

Three kids were looking at me with their mouths wide open.

"You really mean that?" Frankie asked in disbelieve, "We can have a family again?"

"Yes, but only if you want to."

"I do!" Frankie shouted and ran into my arms.

His siblings however were a bit more hesitant. Like earlier they gave me the benefit of the doubt, for now, but not more than that.

"Now that you guys are staying here, you need some new clothes. Why don't we all go to the stores and see if we can find some things?"

Before I could react, Kevin rushed upstairs and soon came back down. He handed Stefanie some old jeans and a white t-shirt.

"It's the closest to uni-sex I have."

I swallowed. His empathy and generosity made me proud that he wanted to be a member of my family. Stefanie accepted the clothes and went upstairs to change. Suddenly she turned and asked where she should put the robe.

"How about in your closet? I don't wear it and it really suits you."

She blushed and with a careful smile of pride she walked away. A few minutes later she was back downstairs and we set off to the department store.

Once in the store, I took the boys to the boy-clothes department and Sarah helped Stefanie. I looked over and saw a very happy and glowing Sarah. Finally she was shopping with the daughter she'd never had. I focused back on the boys and soon all had a nice new wardrobes.

When they all had picked what they wanted, we decided to get some drinks and snacks in the restaurant inside the store. When we sat down and felt relieved to get the weight off our feet, I decided I wanted to buy them something extra. I asked what all of them had for hobby's. Charlie told us he loved to write. He hoped even to be as good as Hemingway and Tolkien. Frankie loved to paint. His siblings corroborated that he had a lot of talent. When I asked what kind of paintings he loved most, he said he was into the great masters of the 16th and 17th century, like Vermeer, Caravaggio, Rembrandt. The little guy didn't suffer from a lack of ambition.

When I asked Stefanie, she was a little hesitant. She clammed up and blushed.

"She loves singing," Frankie stated.

Immediately she hushed her little brother. I smiled at Stefanie's reaction. I had seen it often in my class. She was a bit shy about it.

"What kind of music to you like most?" I asked her.

She looked at me still blushing and shrugged her shoulders. "I don't know. I like a lot. Jazz, opera, reggae."

I looked at my two boys and gave them a wink. They understood my intentions and after finishing our drinks we continued shopping at the different departments. At the office department we bought all kinds of things for Charlie: some note-books, paper, pencils, pens, a dictionary, an instruction-book on how to become a writer.

Then we bought things for Frankie: paint, canvas, brushes, books with step-by-step instructions for different styles and subjects.

Finally it was time for Stefanie's hobby. We went to the music department, much to Stefanie's horror. "I'm not going to sing," she stated.

But to the surprise of the three new-ones, Joey sat down behind a piano and Kevin picked up a violin. A salesman quickly came running, thinking these two kids would break something. But I stopped him and told him to listen first. With a mischievous look they set out. And to everyone's surprise they played a wonderful performance of Voi Che Sapete from the opera Le Nozze Di Figaro.

Stefanie couldn't believe it. It sounded so beautiful. She felt the urge to sing and after the first chorus was played, she couldn't hold herself back anymore and joined in with a beautiful voice. She sang it almost as a professional. After the performance no one in the store had dry eyes. The three of them got a standing ovation. Stefanie was still very shy, but Kevin and Joey each grabbed a hand and took the lead in a deep bow.

After the three musicians had accepted all the compliments, it was time for us to go to the registers to pay. But suddenly we were addressed by a man in a suit.

"Hi, I'm Mr. Joseph. I'm the manager. I just wanted to let you know that that was the most touching thing I ever heard."

"Thank you," the boys said; Stefanie was still very shy and closed.

"No, thank you. That aria was my wife and mine's favorite. Our first date was to that opera. I…" he said as he choked up, "Sorry, but the thing is, my wife died two years ago and you guys have made an old man very, very happy. You don't have to pay for anything this time. It's on me."

I thanked the man deeply. And not without reason. It was a big bill. Three completely new wardrobes, professional painting-equipment, and a lot of writing-stuff for Charlie. This was a gift of over $4000 [€3000]. I first hesitated to except it but he insisted. We all went home very excited. It also looked to me like Stefanie and Charlie were opening up more.

Back home they all quickly went upstairs and put their new belongings away. When they came back down, supper was ready and all of them had a healthy appetite. They were very excited to try their new stuff. So while Sarah and I cleared the table, the young ones all went their ways. Charlie and Frankie went upstairs to their rooms to write and paint. Joey and Kevin took Stefanie by her hand and led her to the music room. She couldn't believe her eyes. As I came in she was still overwhelmed.

"What is it, Stefanie?"

"Why do you have all these instruments? Are you a musician?"

"I used to be. But now I earn my living as a music teacher and restorer of instruments."

"Cool!"

I went over to one of the cabinets and took out some books. They contained the lyrics and sheet-music for some famous opera arias. As I handed them over, the boys took the music sheets and Stefanie took the lyrics. Immediately they started to play. Although there were a few mistakes along the way, it was not bad for a first try. I gave each of them some tips to improve and kept teaching them until it was bedtime. They started to whine. I too was a bit reluctant to stop, but they needed their rest and I needed to be the adult. Then Stefanie surprised me, and not only me. She walked up to me with tears in her eyes, hugged me and gave me a kiss on the cheek.

"I'd love it if you would be my new dad. And I bet Charlie would too."

"And I'd love to have you as my daughter," I told her, "but as for Charlie, I'd like to hear it from himself."

As I brought the kids upstairs I checked in on Frankie and Charlie. He confirmed what Stefanie had stated. At that moment I felt a burden had lifted from my shoulders. I was convinced they would be all right in the future.

Sarah and I stayed in the living for a while, discussing the situation and the arrangements that had to be made. In the end she left to her own place, so she could get started on the paperwork first thing in the morning.

After letting Sarah out, I went to bed myself. I was very tiered and fell asleep the instant my head hit the pillow.

Two days later, we… that is Stefanie, Charlie, Frankie, Kevin, Joey and me… headed for Sarah's office. Once there, we were greeted by a Mrs. Little, a childcare worker, and a Mr. Longhorn. As soon as they saw Mr. Longhorn the three orphans wanted to go away. They hated him and didn't trust him. They had reported the bullying to him, but he never did anything about it. When the kids told this to Mrs. Little, she stated she had never heard about any complaints. Mr. Longhorn said he didn't recall any of the complaints mentioned.

But in his uneasy body language I noticed he was not friendly, or maybe even showed a dislike, towards the kids. I figured he wished the kids gone. If that was by adoption, so be it. As long as he had nothing to do with them any more. To him they were nothing but a nuisance.

The childcare-worker seemed to sense the same around Mr. Longhorn and seeing how the kids reacted to him and to me, she was more than happy to comply with the adoption. Within hours the paperwork was done and I had four new kids to take care of. We seven all went out for dinner that day to celebrate. Everyone was overjoyed with the new situation.

That night we all had trouble going to sleep because of the excitement. Finally I succeeded. But suddenly I woke up. I looked aside and it was three in the morning. I sensed a presence. By the time my eyes had adjusted, I noticed Frankie standing next to my bed. When he saw I had noticed him, he climbed in and cuddled up to me.

"What is it, Frankie? Couldn't sleep?"

"No. And I thought, since you are our daddy now…" he said in a nervous voice.

And I felt him crawling even closer and laying his head on my chest. I gave him a comforting smile. But then he did something I didn't expect. I felt his small fingers wrapped around my member. He then slowly started to rub it. I grabbed hold of his wrist. He was scared he had done something wrong and tears were forming in his eyes.

"Why are you doing this, Frankie?" I asked, "After everything you and your brother and sister went through."

"I… I… thought you'd like it. Please don't be mad. I… I just wanted to…"

"Ssh, don't worry. I'm not mad. Just surprised. I do like it, but I don't want you to do it if you don't want to."

"Oh, but I do want to! I want to make you feel good!"

I gave him a kiss. "Don't worry. I would love it if you did, but why don't we just sleep tonight, okay? It's been a long day. This is your new home and we'll have plenty of time for those things, if you'd ever want to."

He kissed me back and with a big smile on our faces and in a tight hug, we both drifted off to dreamland.

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