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Chapter Eleven: New Horizons
"........ The statistics and the graphs are there, they are real and they don't lie. When a grown man penetrates the average boy under fourteen and a half years of age, there is a dramatic increase in the danger of internal injury. The graphs also show that since society has classified a six year old as a slave with no right of protection, there has been a dramatic increase in the number of deaths of young slaves due to internal injuries. We believe the only logical conclusion is that to allow an adult to have sex with a young child is inherently dangerous to the child and acts as a cancer on our social morals.
These statistics are based on reported incidents. How many of these incidents go unreported? No one really knows. Estimates run from a small percentage to the vast majority of actual incidents not being reported. Why would someone not want to report such an incident? We can consider incidents where the perpetrator removed the boy to another environment, such as a play room; or removed the boy out of state. The physical condition of the boy could be so bad the perpetrator felt it necessary to hide the evidence of the deed. The perpetrator may pull a con on the vet and have the child put down; representing the child as a slave, his property, with the power to authorize the 'slave' be euphemized.
Statistics, graphs and pleadings are one thing. They are numbers and letters on paper unless someone really wants to study and understand them. In addition to offering you those things as part of our argument, we have brought with us two boys who were victims of these so-called 'pleasure visits' that people claim do no harm. We thought you might take a different viewpoint if you could see and talk to two boys hurt by these visits. The boys are TJ to my left, and on my right is Evan. You have their photos and records in the proposal." Daniel motions for TJ to step up to the podium.
"Sirs, my name is TJ; I am a New Horizon boy. Mr. Daniel asked me to tell you what happened to me and answer any questions you have." TJ pauses a moment, looking at the committee and then to Daniel. Daniel gives him a nod of reassurance and the boy continues nervously. "Sirs, the afternoon Mr. Daniel came to the detention center I was taken away by one of the guards."
"Excuse me, TJ. What do you mean by 'taken away'? Did the guard drag you out, were you handcuffed? Be a little more explicit."
TJ tentatively looks over to Daniel who then approaches TJ. 'Gentlemen, the problem here is TJ isn't sure exactly how he should describe this to you."
Mr. Crawford speaks, "TJ, just tell us in your own words. Don't worry about the language, I doubt you'll say anything we haven't heard before. I promise, none of us will get upset."
'Yes, sir. The guard came close to me and pointed his nightstick at me and then told me to come with him. I knew I was where I was supposed to be and hadn't done anything wrong so I asked him what I did wrong. He told me to shut up..."
"Let me get this straight. He just walked up, pointed the stick and told you to go with him and when you asked why he just said 'shut up'?"
"Well, no sir, he told me to 'shut the fuck up' and get movin' or he'd shove that stick up my ass." TJ is now not sure if he should have said that and looks around to Daniel apprehensively. Daniel nods his head and tells him to keep going. "Sir, he put the end of the stick in my crack and kept pushing me outside. We got in a car and left. We got to this house and he dragged me out of the car and pushed me down an outside door that opened to the basement. I was scared the whole time. I had heard about this guard from some other boys. They said if he comes to get you, you may not come back and if you did you'd be pretty beat up."
"Then, TJ, if you knew this, why didn't you call for help."
"Sir, there wasn't nobody to call to. He took me out the back door, made me lay in the floor of the car, and then pushed me into this basement. I saw enough of what was in there that I got real scared. I told him I wanted to go back, he just laughed and kicked me. He picked me up and through me over against an 'X'-frame and then tied me to it. Dr. Mike says when I hit the frame it damaged my kidney. Then he beat me some with a whip while he was telling me some stuff he was gonna do." TJ pauses for a moment, looking to Daniel who nods to give him encouragement. "Sirs, he shoved something big up me and said he was gonna stretch me for fisting. He put clips on my nipples and used pins to secure my sac to a board." TJ's now crying some. "Then Mr. Daniel got me out of there."
The members of the board look at one another like they aren't sure what to say. "TJ, we're all sorry to hear that happened to you.... Are you alright now?"
"Most of the bruises and cuts healed sir. I was in the infirmary for several days. I couldn't get out of bed and Dr. Mike kept me on pain shots. When somebody said I was too sick to be moved and should be left at the detention center, Mr. Daniel wouldn't listen and he and Dr. Mike got me out of there. Right now, we are waiting to see if my kidney will heal or if I'll lose it."
"TJ, do you know yourself, whether this kind of thing went on much?"
"That's the only time for me, sir. Before it happened to me a couple other boys told me what he had done to them -- it was pretty much the same thing. They also told me one boy left with him and never came back. As much as he was hurtin' me, I reached the point all I wanted to do was die 'cause it hurt so much. The more it hurt me, the more he laughed."
The room fell silent while everyone contemplated what TJ told them. After a few moments Mr. Crawford spoke, "TJ, thank you for sharing your story. We are glad that Mr. Daniel was able to get you out of that and hope things do work out well for you. Daniel, you said you had two boys here...."
Daniel looked over to "Boy" who then stood and walked to the podium.
Mr. Crawford took the lead on this one, "Son, can you tell us your name?"
"Sir, my name is 'Boy'."
"Daniel, you said you had two boys here. My records show TJ and another boy, Evan. Now this boy looks like the same kid as in the picture. What does he mean his name is 'Boy'?" Daniel rose shaking his head and approached the podium. Evan looked a little apprehensive, thinking he had done something wrong. "Mr. Crawford, you are correct. This is one and the same person you see in the pictures. His normal name is Evan."
Mr. Crawford then turns back to Evan and asks, 'Son, if your name is Evan, why are you telling us your name is 'Boy', and what is that I see under your shirt?"
"Sir, it's a slave collar and chain, sir." Evan turns to Daniel with a pleading look. Daniel again approaches the podium.
"Mr. Crawford, I believe this confusion will clear itself if we let the boy have a chance to tell his story. At the moment we are beginning to get him confused and a little frightened. Trust me, give him a few minutes and this does work out."
Mr. Crawford nods for Evan to continue. "Sir, me, my brother, my cousins and the twins were at the detention center, we were to be sold as slaves until Mr. Daniel came. We were there because the state said we didn't have any money and no body to care for us. Before that we had my dad and oldest brother, but they were killed in an accident. When they got killed our dad had a will that set us free and there was supposed to be plenty of money, but somebody stole it."
"Wait a minute, son. You're getting me confused. You say your dad set you free. To be set free you had to be a slave."
Daniel approaches Evan, "Boy, do you remember the talk we had in my office with Randy and your cousins and the twins there?" Evan nods. "You need to talk to these gentlemen the way you and Randy explained things to me. Okay?"
'Yes, sir, I can do that." Evan turns his attention to the committee. "Sirs, we were show boys. My dad was in business. One day he sat us down, us really being my two older brothers, and explained to them that if things didn't change the people he owed money to would come and get all of us and sell us into slavery. Well, dad knew that my two older brothers were fooling around together. He told them that was illegal, I don't remember what he called it. Anyway, he said he had an idea to earn some money to pay what was owed but my brothers had to agree it. He had them enslaved to him and they did sex shows out of town." The committee is looking at this boy in disbelief. They knew this type of thing went on, but couldn't believe how matter-of-factly Evan was talking about it. Of course, Dad always made sure they kept up with school and nobody was to know the three of us were slaves. Then somehow, I really don't know how, my two cousins came in. They're the same ages as Randy and me, but that wasn't for a couple years. The show was Dad, Ronnie, my oldest brother, and Randy, the brother at New Horizon with me. I would go with them and sometimes watch, my dad didn't want me to watch, but I'd sneak out. They weren't doing much I hadn't seen before. Anyway, Dad didn't want me involved, he said he wanted me to stay innocent. Then Dad found out that I'd been suckin' on my brothers since I was real little."
"Son, what do you mean you been suckin' on your brothers since you were real little?"
"I'd crawl in bed with one of 'em, sneak under the covers, lay between their legs, and nurse on 'em."
"Did they make you do this?"
"No sir, I just kinda' liked it I guess. Sometimes they knew I was doin' it and sometimes they didn't know till they woke up the next morning. Anyway, when Dad found out about it he wasn't happy, he got mad with my brothers. They asked him how they were supposed to stop me, said I was a natural cock hound that loved man milk."
Daniel is sitting on the side listening to Evan explain this to a committee of men now in full shock. Daniel can't help but laugh a little and think 'welcome to my world'. He knew these men were getting as honest an accounting as anyone would ever get on the underground activities.
"Dad made me part of the show. I'd have to do something and if I messed up, then I would be tied on the wheel and whipped. Of course, I always messed up and always got whipped. The crowd loved it and paid out big tips."
"Evan, are you telling us that your own father tied you on stage and whipped you?"
"Yes, sir. But it wasn't a real whip. It was made of foam. The crowd would see the marks on my body and scream. They didn't know it was shoe polish that Dad put on the whip before the show. My dad wouldn't hurt me. There were some other things we did when I got older. A little over a year ago, when I got old enough to shoot, I played queen bee or bitch boy. My brothers and cousins had to work on me to get me to shoot without touching my dick. We got good at it. Then dad got the twins. They were boys that lived down the street. Their dad got in money trouble and had them made slaves and sold them to my dad. Before he bought them dad talked with us and said if we tried to save those boys from hell we might have to work another six months to a year. Well, he got them. It wasn't long after that that we got in a wreck and my dad and oldest brother died. There was a court thing and all of us were set free. Then it wasn't long the state came and said we weren't free anymore because we didn't have any money and nobody to care for us. My uncle, dad's brother, was supposed to but he said it was too much trouble for him."
"Son, I'm going to ask you to stop for a minute. I think we all need to break for ten minutes, and then pick this up again. Let's break, reconvene in ten minutes."
Daniel gets up and walks over to Evan. Evan looks at him, 'Mr. Daniel, I didn't do wrong did I? He asked and I just told him the truth."
"Boy, not only have you not done anything wrong, you were great. These people have heard of this type of thing but I don't think they have ever spoken with anyone that has your kind of experience. You just keep being yourself and tell the truth." Daniel gives the boy a hug, which means more than anything else to Evan.
"Son, you still haven't told us why you say your name is "Boy".
"Sir, until a few days ago I always thought the way life was with my dad and brothers was the way things should be. You see, they kind of protected me. It's like one of the shows we did, when it was over we all stood up and walked off with me in the middle and them around me like body guards. I thought life should always be like that, but it wasn't, and I got scared. I started talking to a Mr. Jackson on the chat room. He said he knew me and who I was and that I had a great future in doing shows. He said if I would come with him we would do shows and have a good time. He also said he would always take care of me and I wouldn't ever have to worry about anything, he would make all the decisions and take care of the money. I thought it was great, I could be happy again. The other thing is I took the school tests and didn't think I did too good, so I went with Mr. Jackson."
"Son, did anyone else at New Horizon know about this?"
"No sir, Mr. Jackson said not to tell 'cause they'd try to stop me and I would be sold as a slave then. Well, I did what he said and he picked me up. He made me lie down on the seat with my head in his lap and said he was goin' to test me. I didn't have any trouble with his test 'cause I'd been doing it for so long. After a while we were talking and he got mad at me when I told him about the silver thing in my neck. He said I was stupid and slapped me. Then he put a heavy collar on me and pushed me down on the floor. We got to a house and he dragged me inside and threw me on the floor and told these two boys who he said were his sons, to break me in. Well, they whipped me, but this was a real whip. They had me on both ends at one time, they even let their dog have me. It hurt real bad 'cause no one ever had me down there before, I was a virgin. . I can't tell you if I got any sleep, after a while it was a nightmare. I cried and told him I didn't want to do this anymore and he said I didn't have a choice. They put me in a basement and just kept doing whatever they wanted. Then Mr. Jackson got real mad and said Mr. Daniel was causin' him a lot of trouble and costin' him money. He said we had to leave but before we did he was gonna teach me what a bitch was really for. He dry fucked me for a long time before he pulled out and knocked me to the floor. The boys picked me up and threw me in the back of the car...uh, the trunk. We traveled a long time then stopped and they took me out. The boys held me down and put a gag in my mouth. Mr. Jackson took a metal pipe and broke my leg. I only remember a lot of pain and Mr. Jackson telling the man I was his slave, crippled and he was to put me down. Somehow, the man figured out who I was from a picture in the paper and called Mr. Daniel; he came and got me."
Amos Crawford intervenes again, "Daniel, is this real or are you putting this committee on?"
"Mr. Crawford, I assure you, I had no idea what he would say when we came here this morning. I can also tell you he is telling you the truth. He has left out some of it that's a bit gory, but he is telling you the truth. There are police reports to back up the story." Amos Crawford nods for Evan to continue.
"Well, when we got back I couldn't move because of my leg. When it got better Mr. Daniel came to see me. All I wanted then was for him not to hate me. I knew I caused a lot of trouble and thought he was going to send me away. He said he didn't hate me but I would be punished for what I done. I had to face a review board made up of other boys. They would decide what to do with me. They told me I was a person not able to make good choices and wanted someone else to do that for me. Then that scared me, but now I think about it and they were right. They said I expected someone else to have full responsibility for my life and someone else to pay the consequences of what I did. They were right. They said they were going to give me what I wanted and I would be indentured. I got real scared when I heard that. Mr. Daniel had to calm me down and make me listen to all of what they said. Anyway, I had two choices. One was to be kicked out and they would call the state to have me sold. The second was to be indentured at New Horizon and learn how to make decisions. I took the second choice. Part of that is they said as a slave my name would be "Boy" until I earned the right to have my own name back. Also, I had to address adults as sir, request permission to speak, and I report for discipline every Wednesday. I get two swats plus more for anything I did wrong during the week. Oh, the program was based on NEWDD: Taking Back Control, which they said nobody used anymore but was good for me. They also thought about making me wear clothes since I hadn't hardly ever done that in my life, but they didn't think that would accomplish anything." Daniel thought things were going great until this last revelation and knew he would have to explain this one.
Amos Crawford looked over at Daniel and didn't need to say anything. Daniel approached the podium, "Boy, why don't you sit down and I'll finish for us. Get the pressure off that leg." Daniel gives the boy a hug and whispers 'you did real good' in his ear. Evan is beaming.
"When we got the boys from the detention center, most did not have clothes. Those that did had only rags. The boys were also filthy. We were told there was a water conservation program in effect. Anyway, arrangements were made for the boilers to be fried up. We took photos of the boys the way we found them, some of those photos are in your books. After the photos, we had them all take a long hot shower and get clean. Those that had clothes tossed them. I encourage you to read the opinion of the review board regarding this and then review the letter, dated later, from the bishop. The sacraments were given all the boys this last weekend, the boys were received in what the bishop termed their purest and most innocent state. I also remind this board that under civil law these boys are not required to wear clothes, and as slaves none of them, including those over fourteen, are required to wear clothes in public"
"Boy, you just told us you never wear clothes, but you are now."
"Yes, sir. Mr. Daniel said it wouldn't be respectful to come in here naked. We offered to, it doesn't bother us. We like it." Daniel has to motion Evan to sit down.
"Well, Daniel, it appears you do have your hands full. We don't care about them being naked; if the bishop doesn't care, we're not going to argue. If they were slaves or in the slave center, or even the detention center, they would be. I think I speak for all of us when we say it's been an enlightening and entertaining afternoon. Those two boys have done more to promote your cause than anything else you could have brought in here. We know what you want and we know why. Whether we can give it all to you is a different matter. We may have difficulty with a complete exemption but you present a good argument for your restrictions and protection; let's see how close we can come. I'll call you Monday or Tuesday and let you know."
"Thank you Mr. Crawford, gentlemen of the committee, for your time, patience and understanding. Please allow me to simply state all we are looking for is a chance to help these boys and let them have the future they deserve. There is one more thing I would like to bring to the committee's attention. Boy has told you what happened to him; the Jacksons have been arrested and are currently in jail. The big issue now is how to charge them. The state classifies these boys as slaves with all paperwork completed except the actual sale. Because of this the Jacksons can not be charged with rape. There is also some question whether they can be charged with kidnapping. If it was one of you, there would be no problem, but the state does not recognize these boys as having any rights or right to protection. The alternative is to recognize the boys as slaves in the temporary care of New Horizon. Under this scenario the Jacksons can be charged with grand theft and attempting to dispose of stolen property. In this instance it won't matter if the Jacksons are charged under civil law or under slave law because the ultimate penalty is the same -- slavery for life. What I am encouraging here is for the board to consider creating a new class or group of individuals that would be in the same position as these boys, and give them protection."
Mr. Crawford redirects his attention to the boys. "Boy, I want you to come see us again, and take care of that leg. We hope the board gives your name back to you real soon. TJ it's good to see you've made a recovery from your ordeal and we certainly hope you make a full recovery. Mark, is that you?" Mark stands and nods, "Hell, boy, I almost didn't recognize you with clothes on." Mark blushes, and the two boys wonder what the joke is.
Outside the office building Mark stops to look at the park across the street. It was only a few weeks ago, but it was a lifetime ago. The boys caught what Amos Crawford had said to Mark and were looking at him quizzically.
"Mr. Mark? Uhhh, can we ask you something?"
"Yes, TJ, go ahead." Mark knew what was coming and from the look on Daniel's face he knew also.
"In there, Mr. Crawford said something,...well...kinda funny....."
"You mean about not recognizing me with my clothes on?" The boys nod rather sheepishly. "You see that building to your right, that's the governor's office. The first time I met Daniel he was in there, and I was in that fountain in the park; Mr. Crawford is one of the people that was with Daniel on that day. I was standing there naked cleaning that fountain with what I think had to be a toothbrush." Both boys look at Mark, then Daniel, with a surprised, but questioning, look. "When I was in high school I was rather wild and got in a little trouble. In college I managed to get in even bigger trouble. Nothing really bad, just a lot of it. Well, when I was arrested for being drunk and disorderly they saw my record and were going to sell me as a slave. It just so happens the day I was cleaning that fountain, Daniel saw me and pulled some strings to get me out. That's why you see me working so hard with Daniel. I've been where you are, and don't want to see any of you get messed up."
"Mark," Daniel intervenes, "speaking of college, that's our next stop. I want to see Dad and you need to sign some papers for your courses. I think they arranged for you to finish this last semester, also. Dad can tell us. Besides, I think it might be a good idea for the boys to see what a college is like." The boys light up at the idea of a new adventure.
During the ride to the university, Daniel points out Doak Campbell Stadium and all the banners noting the Seminoles' success in the ACC. They also see where the school's champion soccer team practices, the dorms and other portions of the campus. The boys spot a strange looking tent structure and are surprised to discover the school has its own circus. This is a whole new world for the boys. Daniel pulls into the Westcott parking lot; he needs to go inside and call his dad, while Mark needs to go across the street to Eppes for his business. As they exit the van both boys are in awe. Approaching Westcott they walk through Westcott Plaza and note the fountain. TJ turns and points the fountain out to Mark and makes a little scrubbing motion. Mark grabs at the boy like he's going to throw him in.
In the lobby Daniel pulls out a piece of paper with the extension his dad had given him. When he dials the number his dad answers, "Dad, we're in the lobby. Okay, be right there."
Entering the office Daniel gives his dad a hug and then introduces the boys. "Dad, you remember Mark; and these are the two boys we had at DCF this morning, TJ and "Boy" also known as Evan. Boys, this is my dad, Dr. Thompson." Both boys extend their hand and exchange the niceties.
Dr. Thompson pulls back the collar of Boy's shirt and sees the slave collar underneath. "Boy, I don't know what you did, but knowing Daniel, it must have been pretty bad."
"Sir, it was" replies Evan sheepishly.
"Well, if you're still here, I wouldn't worry too much if I were you. Daniel's pretty good about handling these things. You'll be alright."
"He's fine dad. Actually, the boys formed a review board and they did that. Of course, I had to review and pass on it, but he's fine and I'm sure it'll all work out for him."
"Good. Daniel, how did the meeting go? As late as it is now, they must have asked a lot of questions."
"Don't really know. My instincts tell me we won't get the total exemption we were hoping for, but I think they'll pretty well accept the restrictions we set up to protect the boys. Amos was pretty encouraging as we left. He'll call next week to let me know. Amos did tell me the boys' talks did more for us than all the graphs and stats ever could; they did a real good job for us. Of course, the plan is to form the ambassador group anyway. Remember the letter I told you about from the bishop? Well, in the letter he referred to the naked angels, Cherubs, and I'm proposing that's what we call the group. It could give us a little psychological advantage when we go out."
"Son, I hope you get what you wanted. Remember, if you don't get the full exemption, but they approve the rules you proposed, you will have a victory and the boys will be much better off. You know what you're going to have to do."
"I know Dad, and I'll deal with it as soon as we get back when I can get all the boys together at once. Now, we need to get Mark over to the psych office and find out what he has to do to get rid of those incompletes for this semester."
Mark look at them in surprise, "You mean I have incompletes, not 'F's?"
"That's right; and you have until the end of this semester to get those handled plus you'll be dealing with two new courses at the same time plus helping back at New Horizon. Think you'll have time to get bored?" Daniel and his dad are smiling at Mark. The boys have one of those 'glad it's not me' looks on their faces.
"How 'bout we get Mark over to take care of his classes, then do you think you could handle an early supper. I know a nice steak house right down the road." The boys heard someone mention food, and were ready to go.
After supper and saying goodby to his dad again, Daniel takes Mark and the boys back to the motel. The boys are tired and look. Mark is excited he has the opportunity to salvage his grades. Daniel is worn out but has too much on his mind to relax. The boys are told they can go swimming or at least out by the pool and Mark takes them out. TJ uses the shorts he's been wearing today as a swimsuit and dives in, splashing both boy and Mark. While they are gone Daniel decides to indulge himself with a long hot shower.
When they get back to the room Mark tells TJ to rinse off the pool chemicals and lets both boys know its time for bed; they have to hit the road early tomorrow. The look on the boys' faces lets Mark know what they want and he decides since they did a good job this afternoon to let them stay together in private. It isn't long before Daniel and Mark can hear the boys relaxing themselves and then decide it's not a bad idea for them either.
Arriving back at the compound Daniel feels relieved to be back but dreads the talk he'll have to have with the boys. Daniel had already called Paul to have him announce a meeting for all boys eleven and older in the rec hall at 3:30. Opening the side door for the boys to get out Daniel has to laugh, both boys are naked; he knows they were wearing clothes at lunch. Just then he feels a hard bump against his leg. Looking down, it's Danny. He looks almost as dirty as the first time Daniel had seen him.
"Danny!...come up here, boy." Danny holds up both arms and jumps up to help Daniel get him. Danny gives a big choking hug and settles into Daniel's arms. 'Danny, how did you get so dirty?"
"Playin'. Ian, Ryan and me was wrestlin' in the dirt. It was fun."
"Well, judging from the amount of dirt on you, it must have been lots of fun. Where's Sean?" Danny turns and points in the direction Sean should be coming from. In a moment the boy appears. Sean also appears to be tired which worries Daniel.
"Sean, you look tired. How do you feel?"
"Tired sir. I've been doin' a lot of studyin' and trying to keep up some with Danny."
"Sean, when you get tired like this you need to let someone else watch Danny. I know it's hard to ask but I think the boys would understand. We have about an hour and a half before our meeting, how about you go lie down for a little while and get some rest. I'm worried about you pushing it too hard and straining your heart, okay? I'll take care of Danny. Have you been taking your medicine like Dr Mike said?"
"No, sir; it ran out right after you left. I told Mr. Paul I was out this morning and he called Dr. Mike. Dr. Mike said he would be here tonight with more. It would feel good to rest a few minutes. Will you make sure somebody wakes me so I don't miss the meeting?" Daniel nods and Sean heads to his dorm.
Daniel has trouble getting Sean off his mind, he didn't like the way the boy looked. He decides to check on him and on the walk over calls Michael to let him know the boy hasn't had medicine in almost three days. Danny is holding onto Daniel's hand as they enter the dorm. Sean doesn't look any better and feels a little clammy. Michael tells Daniel he needs the boy's vitals. Danny is sent to find Mark.
"Michael, the boy feels a little clammy. I can feel his heart beat and it feels a little irregular." Danny returns with Mark; Daniel hands him the phone. When Mark hands the phone back he tells Daniel he's headed to the infirmary for equipment and meds. Daniel's back on the phone.
"Daniel, I've told Mark what to do for him for now. We are going to give him aspirin to thin the blood and after Mark gets his vitals we'll give him a little oxygen. You should put a sheet or something over him to help keep him warm. After I get his vitals I'll call an emergency prescription in to the pharmacy in Fort Ogden. Someone will need to pick it up, but don't leave the boy alone either."
Mark has returned with the blood pressure unit and a portable oxygen tank and mask. He takes the vitals and reports them to Michael. Mark is then getting instructions from Michael. When he hangs up Mark looks over to Daniel, "The valve is messing up the blood and oxygen flow. Mike says to give him a little oxygen and he's calling in the medication to Fort Ogden. Someone needs to pick it up while someone stays with Sean." Danny has been watching what was happening with Sean. He doesn't understand anything except that something is wrong with Sean. The boy is getting scared. Daniel tells Mark to stay there and he will head to Fort Ogden. Daniel decides to take Danny with him.
Daniel takes Danny out of the back seat and carries him into the pharmacy. Daniel can hear little comments about how dirty the boy is, someone comments that means he had fun. Ignoring the people they head straight to prescription pickup. As the medication is bagged and totaled Daniel sets a naked Danny down on the counter. The boy does even think about being naked; the young lady looks a little surprised at first then smiles at Danny. Daniel realizes that while he is paying for the meds Danny is flirting with everyone around. He has turned on that smile and cocked that head over, a move that usually wins anyone over to him. A compliment is given how cute he is and Daniel thanks the speaker noting what a pleasure the boy is even if he is a little dirt dauber. This experience confirms to Daniel he has made the right choice for the poster child for the ambassadors.
At the appointed time the older boys begin filing into the rec room. In a few minutes Daniel asks if everyone is present -- does anyone know of someone missing. Sean's name comes up and Daniel tells them he is sick and being tended in the dorm. Some of the younger ones have come in with their mentor. Daniel suggests they be sent out because of the nature of this meeting. Daniel then leans over to talk to Danny, asking him to go play right now and he'll see him later. He also asks him to go with Jacob or Isaac when they come to get Ian and Ryan; he's assuming all three are wearing about the same amount of dirt. Daniel then explains the situation with Sean and asks Jacob and Isaac to take care of Danny if Sean isn't up and moving by then. Daniel then gets to the reason for the meeting.
"Fellas, I'm not going to play with you. All of you know we've just returned from Tallahassee. We feel it was a good meeting with DCF, and they were very complimentary about the way TJ and "Boy" spoke. In fact, because of them we believe we will get a lot of what we have asked for, but possibly not everything. That's why we have called this meeting.
I think all of you know that when this program began and we came to the detention center everyone was classified as a slave and was to be auctioned. Under our agreement with the state, of course, that didn't happen, and will not happen; nothing has changed in that regard. However, I think all of you know what happened to TJ the very day we arrived. That is what we need to talk about. In your current status you are subject to being called on for 'personal services' by a free man. This is what happened to TJ. The difference now is our agreement with the state says we can set rules and guidelines for this happening. The rules we have proposed will protect all of you from experiencing what TJ did. If anyone tries to override those rules to get to you I promise you I will fight heaven and earth to make sure they don't get you away from us and you will not be hurt that way -- that is not an acceptable alternative. This is what we have proposed. We are forming a group of ambassadors for New Horizon. Every boy will be a part of that. Each group will consist of boys from all age groups. The intent is to form two or more groups that will alternate traveling with us to give presentations and address the issues needed to protect you. Sometimes we will be on television, sometimes in large meeting halls. Within each group you will be referred to as members of a particular level. There will be four levels organized by age and function. This is where you come in. Level 1 will consist of all boys aged seven and younger. Level 2 will be all boys eight, nine and ten years old. Level 3 will be all boys eleven, twelve and thirteen years old. Level 4 will be all boys fourteen and older. The boys in levels 3 and 4, that is the two groups made up of you boys, may be requested to perform personal services. If I can avoid it, we certainly will. How?.. by making it almost embarrassing for someone to ask. Of course, there's always the possibility that someone doesn't have enough sense to get embarrassed, and that's why we are talking now. The data we gave the state shows it is inherently dangerous to allow a grown man to poke a boy below the age of fourteen and a half. I just gave you the dividing line between the groups. Those fourteen and older are one group. Those eleven, twelve and thirteen make up the other group. The younger group may only be asked for oral sex, the older group may be asked for oral or anal sex. I'm sorry, that sounds hard and crude, but that is the reality of what we are dealing with. I sincerely hope I get a phone call the first of the week that says this whole meeting was unnecessary, but I don't think that's realistic. We are looking for volunteers only. There is no way that I will tell any of you that you have to be a pleasure toy for anyone. If you have never done this or if you have had a traumatic experience with this, we prefer you not be involved. Now, if you don't volunteer to participate in the sexual part you can still work on the sidelines helping support the program. All level 4 boys will also function as guardians. You may volunteer to let someone use you and still be a guardian. That is one of the safety factors we have included. You may be wandering about the younger ones. All of you have seen me holding Danny and how I will sometimes rub his back or scratch his bottom for him; he enjoys both. That's all those up to seven years old will be required to do; except of course using some of their little charm to win people over to our way of thinking. We don't want someone playing with the little guys sexually. The next group, being the eight, nine and ten year olds, will do the same as the younger ones but also allow someone to fondle them a little. When I say fondle I mean massage their balls or full genitals -- no more. Those of you that are mentors for the eight, nine and ten year olds, we need for you to test your charges. The next time you are holding them, let them sit in your lap. Then, without bringing attention to what you are doing, place your hand over the genital area and gently massage the sac. See how they react and let us know. Most boys enjoy this and they should show that, but we want to be sure. I don't want one that young going out and having that done to them, then freak out. Next to the last critical item. If you are requested to have anal sex, it is to be safe sex. We have three boys in the infirmary now undergoing painful treatments for STDs; we don't need a repeat. Of course if something does happen we can give you a shot to protect against HIV if that is required. Also, you may wonder what would keep someone from sticking a finger or something else where you don't want it? Those in levels 2 and 3 will wear a butt plug; we are still debating over requiring that of level 1 boys.. These are special plugs that will have alarms on them. If someone tries something the alarm will sound and a guardian will come to get you out of that situation. For the anal group, the plug will carry a heavy lubricant. We'll talk more about that when the time comes. Last item. As I said, volunteers only. Think about this, do not come to see me today or tomorrow. Think long, think hard, be sure you know what you are doing. If you want to volunteer or even just talk about this, please come see me. As we approach the time and the groups can be identified, we'll talk some more.
The boys stand to leave. Some are muttering among themselves, but most are just quiet. This gives Daniel hope they understand how serious this may be.
Daniel leaves to check on Sean. Mark is still sitting with him, but the boy's color looks better. He had been a dull gray, now the flesh tones are returning. The oxygen mask is still on. Mark sees Daniel walk in.
"The medication has stabilized his heart and you can see the color returning. That means the oxygen flow is better. Mike wants to leave the oxygen on as a low supplement for the night, but thinks other than being a little weak, he should be fine in the morning. He'll need to be somewhere that he can rest."
Danny walks in alone. He had been playing like Daniel asked until he saw Daniel walk over here. He comes in and climbs up, straddling Daniel's left leg. After watching Sean a few moments he just turns his head to look at Daniel with those pleading eyes.
"It's okay Danny, Sean will be fine. He needs his rest tonight but should be back to normal in the morning. Mark, with the infirmary full, let's move him into my bed. It's quieter and more peaceful. I'll stay with him the night."
"Me too...?' Danny asks.
"Yes, Danny, you can stay with Sean, but you need to show me you can be a big boy. How about you run into the showers and give yourself a bath tonight? After your bath we'll walk over to the dining hall together and let the rest of the boys know Sean will be okay."
Danny nods with a grin and heads to the showers.
End Ch Eleven.
To Be Continued; comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com