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Chapter One-Hundred-Three: New Horizons
Walking around the grounds, Thad, Clay and Marc were soon joined by several other boys including eight year old Jack, Thad's young cousin. Included in the group were Jeremy, Nigel, and a couple of the recently freed slave boys. Several boys that were part of the nest Clay was in, including Tanner and Bobby, joined the group. The boys all wanted to know what Clay had been up to and how life was going. Marc didn't listen to all the chatter; he was too busy looking at all the naked boys, and drooling while his imagination ran wild.
"Hey, kid, careful or you'll trip over your own tongue," Tanner commented, bringing Marc back to the same world as the other boys. Marc blushed and couldn't say anything.
"Hey, guys, don't pick on him," Thad said, defending Marc. "He's still a virgin and can't help it. Besides, he's Clay's brother, so he's bound ta be just as horny as his brother all the time."
"Hey, easy guys, don't pick on my little bro," Clay jumped in. "If you guys paid attention, you'd see he's got the right stuff ta be proud of. Could you imagine the money he coulda made on the street with his youth and that equipment?"
"Pretty Boy, Jr?" Tanner teased. Clay glared back his disapproval.
Clay knew the boys were deliberately picking on Marc, trying to make him feel welcome. He quickly realized that he had missed his old friends, more than he realized. The days on the street were hard and scary. Looking back, there were times they could talk and laugh about.
It was the hard times and the scary times that helped form strong binds between the boys. Clay didn't ever want to have to repeat those days. The only good thing about those days was the friends he made. Those days also helped Clay form one unwavering value, he never wanted his younger brother to ever have any real idea how bad living on the street could be.
Everyone turned to admire Marc's natural assets, making more to do than was necessary for the boy's benefit. Marc stood still and enjoyed the attention, even allowing himself to begin to rise to the occasion.
"Oh, Gahd, save us! Come on guys, this kid's just like his brother; willin' to show everybody everything. Hope he don't give out free samples. Spare us!"
"You mean you wish you could have a sample," Clay responded jokingly. "Not hap'nin'."
The boys continued to laugh and joke with each other as they proceeded towards the private area behind the orchards. While the area was used heavily as a place to seek a little privacy to enjoy boy activities, the group was more interested in talking and hearing what was happening on the outside than they were in having an orgy. Other boys, not a part of the original nest, saw the group and, being curious, decided to join them. A couple of these boys were a part of the ex-slave group recently brought into New Horizons.
"So, Clay, what you was sayin' in the hall, was all that true or were you just bull shittin'?"
"Which part?" Clay asked, and then turned serious. "At first I was kinda self conscious 'bout everything. I figured everybody was against me and had it in for me. It took me a while ta figure it all out and I needed some help from some friends and family. Mom said she'd get me some counseling if I wanted, but I didn't wanna hafta talk ta some stranger and explain to 'im all the shit I had ta do."
"Tanner?" Marc interrupted. "If you and Clay was in the same nest thing and was good friends, were ya'll lovers, too?"
Tanner was surprised and looked at Clay.
"My little brother is lookin' for some dirt on me that he can give me a hard time about for the rest of my life."
"Your brother and me was good friends, but we wasn't really lovers."
"Did ya have sex?"
"You don't quit, do you?" Marc just grinned, anticipating something juicy. "Did Clay tell ya I'm the one that gave him the name Pretty Boy and why?"
Marc perked up, shaking his head. He knew he was about to find out something new.
"Okay, Pretty Boy, you gonna tell 'im or do I?"
"Thanks, ass hole. You startedyou might as well finish." No one paid any attention to Clay calling Tanner an ass-hole; they were good friends and all was said without malice.
"All of us had regulars. One of your brother's regulars was an older guy that almost drooled every time he saw Clay. He'd come around 'bout twice a week. One time he showed up and Clay had some music playin' and was dancin'. The john showed up; him and Clay left. We didn't think anything about it. When Clay came back the next day, he wasn't wearin' his clothes. When we asked him 'bout it, he got so mad he wouldn't say nothin' ta any of us."
"Why?" Marc asked. "What was he wearin'?"
Tanner looked at Clay who just shrugged his shoulders. He was going to get a lot of teasing after this, but he was willing to accept that.
"He was wearing this light yellow and green and blue outfit like a harem girl. It was all see through too, and you could see everything. When we asked him where his clothes were he got mad and told us all ta go fuck off. It got kinda bad when a lot of us started laughin'. It didn't take much for us to figure out what happened." Tanner stopped to smile at his friend.
"Before you screw this story up, let me finish it," Clay insisted. "This john, he was older'n our parents, but still had a good bod with well defined muscles. He was taller'n me and looked like a really nice guy; he was hung like a horse, too. But, he wasn't really into fuckin'; he was into suckin'. Him suckin' me and me suckin' on him. Now, you wanted to have a challenge? Tryin' ta swallow his horse cock was a real challenge!" All the boys broke into laughter. Some of the boys acted like they were going to try and stick four fingers down their throat while others just grabbed their throat and made gagging sounds.
"Funny thing about him, too. We never just went out and had sex. He always took me to a restaurant, even if sometimes it was like a fast-food place, but wasn't; you know like one o' them oriental food places. He made sure I had somethin' decent ta eat. If we didn't eat first, we'd just walk and look in the windows of shops and stuff. Somehow, I got ta where I kinda felt sorry for 'im; it was like he was real lonely."
"But, how come you was wearin' those funny clothes?" Marc insisted.
"Patience, Little Bro, patience. Like I said before, the old guy wasn't like a lotta the johns we'd see. It was like he wanted ta do somethin', but wanted company at the same time. I remember lookin' forward to seein' 'im each week. He always made me feel safe. He never made me feel like some cheap hooker he picked up. Funny thing, I just thought about, I never knew his name. I always just called 'im 'Sir' and he never said for me ta call 'im anything else. I don't think I woulda felt right callin' 'im anything else, neither.
"One time when we'd just had somethin' ta eat and was walkin', neither one of us sayin' anything, we walked by this costume shop. I knew he always wanted me to do different things for him; you know, to entertain 'im and all. Anyway, in the shop window was this harem outfit. The material was about as see through as it gets. Turned out to be some kind of consignment shop for used clothes and I told him if he'd get it I'd do a special dance for 'im.
"When he bought it, he got a little radio, too. I took 'im to this empty building that had offices I knew how to get into. We went there and I stripped down and put on the harem outfit. When I found some good music on the radio, I started doin' this seductive dance for him. I'd move around kinda slow, running my hands over all the right parts. When I'd bend my knees, like in the limbo game, and kinda hop my equipment up close to 'im, he'd reach out and I'd pull back real quick; teasin' 'im. He'd always laugh when I'd do my ab roll for 'im."
Clay stopped for a minute and showed the boys how he could control his abs to roll up and down his torso. The boys all laughed. Clay also turned around and showed the boys how he could control his glutes and did a short dance for them. Some of the boys had begun to play with themselves, enjoying Clay's story and demonstration.
"Anyways, we were just havin' a good time with each other. We didn't even have any sex. All of a sudden we heard the sirens and saw those cop cars. I had ta take off real fast like, and I forgot my clothes. When I got back to the nest, all I had was the harem clothes. The guys teased me and said how pretty I looked. The name Pretty Boy came from that.
"I borrowed some clothes from another boy and went back ta get mine, but they was all gone. A couple days later the man showed up again and smiled when he saw me still wearing the harem clothes; I had ta give the borrowed clothes back so the kid could go out and work. That night, he took me back to that second hand place and bought me some more clothes. Sometimes, I wonder where he is."
Clay let his private thoughts drift away for a few minutes. He didn't tell the boys that he always kind of looked on the older gentleman as kind of a grandfather figure. He never told anyone that deep down, privately, he had always hoped the old man would one day ask him to come stay with him, live with him. Clay knew that if the old man wanted any kind of sex, he'd let the man do whatever he wanted. There was something special about the man that let the boy feel safe, if only for a couple of hours every few days.
"Daniel, I know you try to keep the boys' private lives as private as possible, but there's one I need to ask you about. I'm thinking about something, but I need more information on the boy."
Mary and Daniel sat in the dining hall, drinking coffee. All the boys were outside doing their chores, or in class, or playing. Paul and Barry sat with them.
"Mary, somehow I think I can guess what you are considering. Do you think it's wise to take on another boy?"
"I always knew that you were very perceptive, Daniel Thompson," Mary answered with a smile. "Wise? I'm not so sure that's the term I would use. There's one boy here that seems to mean a great deal to Clay. I'm sure they are close friends. I don't know if they are lovers in the sense that I would use the term, but it wouldn't surprise me. I already know, without Clay even telling me, that he thinks the world of the other boy and really misses him. The look in his eyes tells me they most likely are lovers, also. It's no secret that Clay is gay and, the way I look at it, I have to accept that and live with it or, one day I could lose him again. I don't want to push him into anything, but I don't want to be the hindrance, either. But please, until I can think this through, don't say anything to anyone; I don't want anyone getting hurt unnecessarily. I'm sure you can guess that the boy is Thad."
"I would only be surprised if it wasn't Thad, after what you told us," Daniel commented. "Clay and Thad were very close while Clay was here. Some of the boys told me that Thad even cried for a little while when Clay left. He was one of the big pushers, urging Clay to return home. Thad is also one of the boys that helped Clay do the Cherubs' hair and design their outfits." Mary listened patiently, waiting for Daniel to tell her something more personal about the boy.
"He's like a lot of the other boys here. Parents were taken and sold into slavery for debt. Thad managed to escape or avoid being taken. He helped his young cousin, Jack, who was eight when we got them, to escape and took care of him on the streets and watches out for him here. It's because of Jack that I'm not sure anyone could get Thad to leave here. I don't think he'll leave the boy."
"Tell me something more personal, Daniel," Mary encouraged. "How does he get along with the other boys? What do the boys think of him? How is he with his schooling?"
"He does well with the other boys. The boys have a certain degree of admiration and respect for Thad, primarily because of how he watches out for Jack. As far as his schooling goes, the reports show him doing fairly well. I see a lot of comments about how he could do better if he would apply himself more. Right now, he's under- achieving, but on grade level.
"Mary, are you really seriously considering asking to take Thad? I know you're aware of what Clay had to endure. With some of these other boys, it was a lot worse and may take some time for them to adjust to having a normal life."
"Daniel, as a mother, there's something I have learned and understand more than any man ever will. Boys, all boys, regardless of nationality, color, or sexual orientation, respond primarily to two basic things. Give them enough, and you can help them be fine young men. Boys always respond to food." The adults had to laugh, not expecting Mary to express such a simple truth. "When the good Lord made boys, it was for them to be walking garbage disposals. Clay and Marich have trained me well. I feed them everything I have and they still want to know what's for the next meal and when will it be served.
"When you have satisfied the boy's never ending need for food, then give him love, in large doses, mixed with patience. Boys can be very trying, but they are putty if you show them a little love, particularly if you can throw in a good back rub once in a while. Believe me when I say that I have two of the most exasperating boys you will ever meet. They demand lots of food and love, and I give them all I can. I wouldn't have it any other way. My big reward is that they return the love and devotion many times over.
"What I need for you to tell me, Daniel, is that if I decide I can handle a couple of more boys and ask Thad to come with us, will you allow him to go? By the way, Clay knows nothing about this and I want to keep it like that for now."
"Interesting. You said something about a couple of more boys. That tells me you're also thinking about Jack."
"I am. Clay has talked about Jack and how protective Thad is towards the boy. If he's anything near as nice and good hearted as Thad, I think he would be a pleasure to have as part of our family. I'm not fooling myself, Daniel, and I don't want to fool the boys. I'll never be able to replace their real families, but I can try to give them something close. In fact, I can tell you now that I know a number of people, people who are old enough to be grandparents to a lot of these boys, who wouldn't hesitate to give these boys a home. As parents, or grandparents, we know that there is something very special about the laughter and energy of youth. It helps keep us young. There could be lots of opportunities out there, Daniel, for these boys to have full, rewarding lives. Part of the problem is that the state has somehow managed to come up with a scale of age differences between child and adult. If the adult goes beyond the scale, then they are not considered as guardian material and everyone loses."
The small group continued their discussion until they heard the door open. Danny walked in looking as though he had lost his best friend.
"Danny!"
Daniel recognized Sean's voice. "Don't go in there without knocking first."
Danny ignored his big brother's instructions and walked in. When he spotted Daniel, the little boy's face became a little longer, his shoulders drooped a little more, and he walked a little more slowly. Daniel was familiar with Danny's routine to get sympathy and wondered what the boy wanted that Sean wouldn't let him have.
"Danny?" Daniel spoke softly, playing along with the charade. "Why so sad, little man?"
Danny played it to the hilt, sticking his lower lip out, pouting, and looking down at the floor.
"Sean . . . Sean, he won't mmmpphhh or me an . .an . . .and . ." Danny began to whimper and cry.
"Danny." Daniel put a finger under the boys chin to make Danny look at him while Mary had to turn her head so Danny couldn't see her smile of amusement. "How many times have I said you have to look at me and talk plainly or I can't understand what you're saying? Now, let's try again." Daniel lifted the boy and placed him straddling his lap, looking straight at Daniel.
"Sean won't let us play," Danny half-whined. "Me and Ian and Brian wanted ta play and Sean said no."
"Oh, I see. So, Sean is being mean to the three of you, right?" Danny nodded his head. "Did Sean tell you why he wouldn't let the three of you play? And, what is it you wanted to play?" Danny just shrugged his shoulders.
"You know, Danny, that doesn't sound like Sean to me. The Sean I know usually tries real hard to make sure you have lots of time to play and have lots of fun. Doesn't he?" Again, Danny just shrugged his shoulders. Unknown to Danny, Sean had also walked into the room.
"Tell Mr. Dan'l the truth, Danny," Sean said, startling Danny.
Danny looked at Sean, then Daniel, and then at the floor. Danny turned his eyes up to take a peek at Daniel without moving his head. Danny couldn't figure out how to talk his way out of the situation he had gotten himself into. Daniel finally helped the boy.
"Sean, can you tell me what Danny's problem is, please?"
"Yes, sir. Danny, Ian and Brian were doing their school work. After class time they wanted to go play mud monsters and I told Danny and Ian they couldn't leave. Brian worked while he was in class and finished his assignments; Danny and Ian didn't. I told the two of 'em they had to stay in the room and finish and when they were finished, they could play. Danny came over here figuring he could talk you into letting them play."
"Danny," Daniel again lifted Danny's head by placing a finger under the boy's chin. "Is what Sean says true? Did you and Ian play in class and not finish your work?"
"But . . .but, he let Brian go play," Danny whined.
"That's not what I asked you. You know that Sean helps you every day and when he says you can't do something, there's a good reason. I can't think of a better reason than you needing to finish your school work. Can you?"
"I dunnoooo . . .," Danny whimpered. "We just wanted ta play a little and then we was gonna finish. Promise." Danny looked up at Daniel as though he expected the promise to be enough to bail him out of trouble.
"Do the rules say that you only have to do some of your school work and then play and then you can promise to finish? Or, do the rules say that you can play after all your school assignments are done?"
"But, Brian, he . . .I mean, he . . ."
"No. We aren't talking about Brian. We are talking about you and Ian. Now, since you and Ian didn't finish your school work when you should have, you get to spend part of your playtime doing it. I know that's not what you want to do, but you and Ian can only blame yourselves. Now, if you want to argue I can make it so you finish your school work and you don't get any playtime, neither will Ian. Instead, both of you will get to come over here and sit in the next room by yourselves while all the other boys go play. Do you want me to do that?"
"Noooooo," Danny whined, giving Daniel a pleading look.
"Okay, if you don't want me to do that, what do you think you should do?"
Danny looked at Daniel and it was all Daniel could do to not give in to the boy. Danny finally looked down, and while still straddling Daniel's lap and with both legs swinging, answered.
"Me and Ian's gotta finish the school work?" Danny answered. When he didn't get an immediate response, he added. "Now, and then we can play and be mud monsters?"
"Good answer. There's something else you need to remember, too. Not only are you and Ian losing out on your fun time, but so is Sean. That's not very fair to Sean, is it? Don't you think you should tell Sean that you're sorry and you'll try real hard?"
"Yesss."
"Now, how about giving me a hug and then you go with Sean, okay?"
Danny gave Daniel a hug, but Daniel made sure he held onto the boy and rubbed his back. After he whispered into Danny's ear that he was happy that Danny could be a big boy, he set Danny down to go with Sean. Before leaving, Sean turned to Daniel and handed him a note.
"Mr. Dan'l, Brad's got phone duty right now and he asked me ta bring this note to ya. Said it's from Ms. 'Lizbeth and she wanted to talk to ya."
"Hey, what's your name?" Marc asked the boy sitting next to him. Marc had noticed the boy fingering himself just like he was doing.
"My real name's Vincent, but my parents called me Vinny. That your brother?"
"Yeah, he's my big brother. He's cool it'n he?" Marc answered.
"Yeah, that's neat the way he can make his abs roll up and down. Where I was, they'd make him a sissyboy. There's lots a people like them."
"What do ya mean by where you were? Had'n you been here like a lotta others?"
"Uh-uh. I'm one of the slave boys they freed. I've only been here a few weeks, but this is some place. Where I was they made me a cumbucket."
"Whad'ya mean by that? You hafta eat a lotta cum?"
"You wasn't a slave, was ya?" Marc shook his head. "All boy slaves hafta not only eat a buncha cum, but we gotta let those old geezers shoot their loads up our ass. Some of 'em wasn't too easy 'bout doin' it neither. From some of the stories I hear these guys tellin', I was kinda lucky. All I had ta do was suck and get fucked once in a while. Sometimes, there'd be these older guys that just wanted ta cuddle with me and play with my tits and dick. It wasn't too bad when they'd play a lot 'cause they'd make me shoot. That's the only time we could. My master wouldn't let nobody do anythin' ta really hurt me. He told 'em anybody hurt me or did permanent harm, then he'd kill 'em. I think he woulda done it, too. But if we played with ourselves and made ourselves shoot a load, he'd beat our butts with a paddle. He said his customers paid good money for our loads and we wasn't ta waste 'em."
"You was really a slave? That sounds like you got treated like some piece of garbage. I mean, not even lettin' ya play with yourself. I do that all the time and shoot a load at least two or three times a day. Your master woulda had a sore arm from beatin' my ass."
The two boys smiled at one another and then looked back at Clay and the other boys. Vinny spoke again.
"Around here, the guys are always playin' with themselves or each other. I heared there's almost always some kinda sex goin' on someplace. I was scared ta do it at first, but I've seen some of 'em, and man, they go for it and don't get into trouble." Vinny looked around at the other boys and then whispered to Marc. "I'm gettin' horny just talkin' bout it and listenin' to your brother. I need ta find a place. Wanna? The guys say there's a good place over close to the river."
The two boys stood and walked away from the group. Thad tapped Clay on the shoulder and pointed to the two boys walking away. Clay turned and saw his brother walking off with another boy and smiled, knowing that, real soon, Marc would most likely be getting his first experience with a boy that wasn't his brother.
"You talk like you didn't mind bein' a sex slave," Marc commented as they walked.
"Are you kiddin'?" Vinny answered. "Mostly, I hated it. But, at the same time, I did'n have no choice. When they first took me and sold me, I fought 'em every way I knew how. I'd sass 'em and do just the opposite of what they told me. I wanted them ta hate me as much as I hated them. At first, when I did that, they beat my ass with a paddle, but I didn't stop. After a couple days, this big ass hairy bastard came for me and dragged me outta my pen. When I yelled at 'im and asked what he was gonna do he just gave me this real evil-like smile; it scared me so bad I almost lost it and peed right then and there."
"Well, what'd he do?"
"He took me outside where they had all the other boys standin'. They tied me to a post and I knew I was gonna get a beatin'. They beat me till I passed out. When I woke, I was hangin' on a cross. They called it bein' crucified, and they left me there, hangin' in the hot sun." Vinny stopped walking. He took the time to remember.
"They'd come back and ask me if I was ready ta suck dick. At first I said no. Before it was over I was beggin' 'em to let me suck dick and get fucked. Before they'd let me down I had ta beg 'im to let me suck all the boys they had standin' there. I had ta suck and swallow so much cum that I throwed up. Any time I started ta give 'em trouble after that, they just pointed to the cross. You don't know how much that can hurt ya. I didn't think my shoulders and arms was ever gonna work again.
"When they trained me and put me in the house, I knew I was gonna be the best cock sucker they had. I never wanted ta give anybody no trouble again. I was too scared to. I never told nobody, but after they done that to me, I had nightmares and sometimes woke up at night cryin'. After a while I figured that I was just the cumbucket they said I was and did the best that I could, even convincin' myself that I liked it. Truth was, I learned real quick that sex could be fun and so long as I didn't give my master a bad time, he took care of me. Now, I just like sex."
The boys found a private spot and sat on the ground. There was an old log they leaned against.
"How long was you a slave?"
"'Bout a year. I was twelve when they took me; I'm thirteen, now. Man, I'm horny. Ya wanna talk or play? I need ta shoot a big load. You gonna be at the orgy tonight?"
"Where's it gonna be? Wait, what ya wanna play?" Marc hesitated. "Uh, Vinny? Don't laugh, but I ain't never had sex with nobody but my brother; but I wanna. Okay?"
"You gotta nice lookin' sausage hangin' there. You ever been tongue kissed before?" Marc shook his head. "Let's jerk each other off and I'll show ya how to have some fun. We can shoot a couple loads and still get charged up for tonight."
Marc smiled at his new friend as he removed his hand from his boyhood and surrendered himself to his new teacher; he knew that his dream was about to come true. Class was in session as Vinny cupped his hand under Marc's soft sac and, leaning over the innocent boy to let their lips touch, gently rolled the virgin marbles over his fingers.
End Ch One-hundred Three
To Be Continued
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