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Chapter Five
Morning comes too quickly. I awaken more from habit than anything else. Sleep has not been restful as I kept waking up to check on the boys. Michael had given TJ the same pain killer he gave Paul and Scottie earlier and all three were still sleeping. I could hear activity in other parts of the facility. Mark awakens and looks as tired as I feel. I hope I don't look that bad. Leaving the infirmary, I head for the staff overnight area. There's a shower and facilities there to help me wake up and look human again. When I return both Paul and Scottie are awake, just lying in bed waiting for someone to tell them what to do.
"Good morning, gentlemen. How are we doing this morning?"
"Good" escapes from two questioning faces. Scottie lets it be known he needs to go to the bathroom, Paul nods he does too.
Mark comes in, "Okay, fellas, why don't you try walking down to the bathroom and then come back here. We'll see what you're up to dealing with when you get back" The boys get an embarrassed look on their face when we see their morning salutes. When they get back Scottie tells Mark he's still a little sore but doing better. He thinks he'll be okay without any more pain pills. Paul says the same although his butt does still hurt a lot. Mark has Paul lay down so he can check his injuries. Two thumbs are inserted in the little hole and it's opened; the swelling is down and color is returning to normal. Michael had left word Paul could go with the other boys if he felt up to it but still continue with the ointment. Mark greases Paul's hole for him and the four of us head for the dining hall. TJ remains in the infirmary sleeping; we didn't expect to see him awake for several more hours. Glancing at him as we leave I feel anger all over again with the thought of what Williams had done and was intending to do to the boy. Any pangs of guilt I may feel about losing my temper with Williams are erased when I see the boy. I can't help but wonder what will be done with Williams; whatever it is I'm sure will not be bad enough.
There was excitement in the air in the dining hall. We could hear all the voices and understood why when we got there. I'll have to admit Barry exceeded my hopes and expectations. The serving line was being setup with scrambled eggs, an assortment of fresh fruit, blueberry muffins, fruit juice, milk, and my morning necessity, coffee. This is a far cry from the gruel the boys are accustomed to. I worry briefly about the boys eating so much they could make themselves sick but dismiss the thought; after sampling their normal diet they deserve the luxury of getting sick from good food. The practice here has been for the staff to be served first and eat while the boys are served. We serve the boys first; staff takes the leftovers. The staff, both from the facility and New Horizon, enjoys watching the boys; the number of smiles and level of trust are growing. I let Paul know we need another head count as soon as everyone has been served and seated.
At the moment I'm drinking a cup of coffee while I stroll amongst the boys. It's good to see the smiles and eyes showing joy. My little flirt is seated next to his friend from yesterday. As I approach he again looks down while looking at me out of the corner of his eyes. There's a big grin on his face he can't hide. When I look at him and wink he plays coyer. The older boy is whispering to him and trying to get him to do something; I imagine it's to acknowledge me.
As I wander through the tables, occasionally one of the boys will look at me and say 'thank you, sir' which I acknowledge with a smile and a 'your welcome, enjoy it." They don't realize the looks on their faces really say enough, but the effort to say 'thank you' is a real bonus. I see Kevin and Ben leaving the serving line. Ben sets his tray down and runs over to me before sitting down. He looks up to me with eyes filled with happiness, there is a sign of a little tear, but I know it's a happy tear. I bend down for a massive hug and when he lets go I pat him on the butt and just mouth 'you're welcome.' He's probably one of the top five happiest boys we have right now. When everyone has been served and seated I get a tray and sit to enjoy my breakfast a lot more than I did last night's supper.
After a few minutes Paul tells me we have eighty-six boys in the dining hall. With TJ in the infirmary that means all are present and accounted for. This is the way I like to start the day. Jeff and Larry have the cameras set up; I can see the lap tops have also been set up. I'm going to give the boys a few more minutes and then we will try introducing this program again.
It's time to get reacquainted with the boys. "Did everyone enjoy their breakfast this morning?" There's lots of nodding heads with 'uh-huh's and 'yeah's coming from all directions. I notice the boys are not divided into age groups so much as they were yesterday; also, the tables have been rearranged. Yesterday the tables were lined up in even rows and the boys sat shoulder to shoulder. Now, the tables have been turned at angles that create a criss-cross pattern for the walkway. With ten or twelve boys at each table I can now stand in one small area and by turning in different directions see the faces of most of the boys. "Any one wanting seconds there's some available while it lasts. If you want it, get it now or you'll have to wait for lunch." Several of the older boys head to the serving line. No surprise, teenage boys are supposed to be bottomless pits when it comes to food. "When you see Mr. Barry or other members of the kitchen staff you may want to thank them for their efforts. Remember, a little common courtesy and a thank you could have great rewards."
Yesterday I explained our goal is to become self sufficient and assume responsibility for ourselves. Sometimes this means having to perform tasks that we may not classify as fun. We have reached one of those tasks. Each day the kitchen staff will need assistants that we refer to as kitchen police, today is the first day for kitchen police duty. We will establish a list so everyone has an opportunity to participate; however, in the absence of such a roster I have chosen who will have the privilege of first duty. Where are our five miscreants from yesterday afternoon? You know who I'm talking about: Samuel, Tim, Jimmy, Gordon and Ben -- front and center gentlemen." The five rise with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm and are sent to the kitchen for their instructions. "Now, to assist those on kitchen police, better known as 'kp' at each meal you will pass your plates to the end of the table. When you receive a plate from the person sitting next to you scrape any leftovers in that plate and place all silverware on that same plate. The cleared plate then goes to the bottom. Also, pass down any drinking cups. Those on KP will pickup the stacks of plates, taking the dirty plates to the back for cleaning. This part of kp is known as dining room duty. There is also dishes duty and pots and pans duty. The kitchen chief will explain all that when it's your turn. It's not nearly as bad as it sounds and only takes a few minutes before and after each meal with commercial dish washers."
"There's more to be done besides kp. Think of all the places that get messed up during the day, such as the bathrooms and showers. Then we have to consider that dust and dirt will continue to collect in the buildings, especially with the windows open and fans running. Let's add to that the outside -- cutting and edging, etc.. Remember, I said we would plant our own gardens and grow a large portion of our food? Who will till the soil, or remove the weeds from around the plants so they can grow? Who will harvest the food?" It's interesting to see their faces now, they had not thought of this in those terms; they probably think it grows in wrapped packages like you see in the supermarket. "Parts of this all of you will participate in. The reason I'm saying something now is I want you to think of areas you may be interested in such as vegetable gardening, possibly a plant nursery, landscaping, animal husbandry, computers, and so on. We'll talk more about this later."
The five boys have now picked up all the dishes, silverware and cups. I can hear plates being scraped in the back. Tim and Ben come out with wet cloths and begin wiping off the tables; when this job is complete they return to the kitchen. I hear a plate crash to the floor; it's making that strange ringing sound round objects make before landing flat. Everyone looks and wonders if someone will be in trouble now. In another few minutes all of the boys return and take their seats.
"Now that we are all together again, let's talk about what we will be doing in the next few days. We need to know how much schooling you have had and at what grade levels you can reasonably function; everyone will be tested. When the tests are complete an educational program will be designed for each of you to bring you up to the appropriate level and in most cases begin to prepare you for an advanced education. Some of you will want to consider technical or vocational training -- we'll have plenty of time to work all that out." Many of the boys get an expression on their faces that says they believe the honeymoon is over. "Now, don't look like you have just been sentenced to some kind of horrific punishment, it's not that bad. You will be home schooled using computers being installed at our permanent facility. The older boys will be expected to assist the younger boys with there lessons. I'll explain more about this as we approach that time. You do have a reprieve of about two to three weeks, but I would like to get this moving faster. Each of you must remember this: we must get you to a level of being able to sustain yourselves when you are grown and in the adult world. If we fail doing that for you, well, you know the consequences. If you want to know more about what that's like in the beginning stages, ask Kevin, Roger or Frank, they had the experience yesterday."
I know I'm throwing a lot at these kids at one time, but that is the reality of what we are undertaking. If they can not handle what I'm saying to them now, they won't be able to handle the real thing when it comes time. Jeff and Larry have come in and give me the signal they are ready to begin with the pictures. I want the boys to think about what I've been saying and have the opportunity to absorb everything. I spot my little flirt again. I've been watching him off and on from the corner of my eye, and know he has been watching me closely. It's my turn to play with him now.
"Hey, young man, what's your name?" He again looks down but peers up with those beautiful hazel eyes. He's playing bashful but the boy next to him is trying to encourage an answer.
"Daaaaanny" The boy next to him gives him a little elbow and Danny adds "sir."
I have to laugh a little. 'Well, Daaaaanny, how old are you?" He looks right at me this time, cracks a smile while cocking his head to one side and holds up four fingers. "Four, wow!" He looks a little disgusted with me now and shakes his head. He tries to whisper something that I can't make out. I look to the boy next to him for help.
"He's trying to tell you he's four and a half, sir, but he's almost five. Sorry, sir, Danny isn't usually this shy."
"What's your name son?"
"Sean, sir."
"Sean, do you usually try to watch after Danny?"
"When I can sir, He just sort of latched on to me when he got here and I didn't mind. He's really a good kid, just a little lost and scared."
"That's understandable. How long have the two of you been here?"
"I've been here about three weeks, and Danny about ten days, sir."
I nod to Sean to let him know I understand what he's saying. "Danny, age four and a half, would you come and walk with me some?" He looks at me, then down and leans over to say something to Sean.
"He's embarrassed, sir, 'cause he's naked and dirty."
"Well, Danny, guess what... most of the boys in here are naked and dirty. But I'm going to have a surprise for all of you on that in a little bit. As I hold out my hands I ask "Would you like for Sean to walk with us? Of course, if you don't want to come I can always get Ben, he likes for me to hold him." With that two little arms come flying up. I reach across the table and Sean helps him stand up. He's right though, he's naked and more than a little dirty. As I get him he wraps both arms around my neck so he settles on my front. I lock my fingers together to create a seat for his little butt. In a few minutes I shift him to the side holding his butt in my right hand. He has an arm wrapped around my shoulder and is busy following Sean, who is walking behind us, and watching everyone else at the same time -- he's a busy little guy.
"Now, fellas, assuming everything I said while ago has had the chance to sink in, does anyone have any questions?"
"Sir?...most of us have never taken care of a garden before. We don't know how."
"We've taken that into consideration and will bring in teachers and volunteers from the schools and nurseries to instruct you. By the time we finish you will be experts." No one asks any more questions so I move on. While I'm trying to move on, Danny has made himself busy inspecting every part of me he can including my hair and the buttons on my shirt. "It's time to introduce the Little Brother program. I'm sure all of you have heard of the Big Brothers and Big Sisters program that runs in most cities. This program is similar except that the Little Brother chooses who the Big Brother is. A big brother is a mentor who keeps an eye on his little brother, making sure the little brother does what he should, show him how to do things, in other words teach him what you can, help him when you can. Sometimes giving that help means asking for help. Our goal is not only for all of you to be self sufficient, but we want you to care for and about one another."
I've moved back to the stage and am sitting on the stage with my feet on the steps. Danny is sitting on my right thigh with an arm around my shoulder much as Ben had done yesterday. Sean is sitting on my left.
"A good example of what we are trying to accomplish is Danny and Sean here. Danny chose Sean and Sean accepted the call. Most important with the little guys is they need to be held and know someone cares. Many are too young to understand what's happened to them. Our challenge to you is to give them the security and attention they will need to grow. Be available to them when they let you know they need you but also allow time for yourselves. Another good example of what I'm talking about is Kevin and Ben. All of you know them and the bond that exists between them. I had the opportunity to witness that last night; it gives me hope for accomplishing our goals to know the older boys are willing to give to the younger boys. Now, we need for all boys ten and under to move over to the wall on my left. All of the older boys stay seated." The younger boys get up and walk over to the wall. In some cases the older boys have to coax the younger ones over. I'm surprised how many boys fall within this age group; there must be at least thirty to thirty-five of them. I know we will need an exact count before long. "Ben, I know you have someone that helps look after you, so I want you to walk over and stand behind him." Ben scoots over to Kevin who turns around and has Ben standing between his legs. Kevin wraps an arm around Ben's waste and holds him close. Now, the rest of you that have a favorite older boy that helps look after you, I want you to walk over to that older boy now and stand by him. I don't expect all of you to have someone, so you just stay where you are if you don't." Only seven boys do not walk over to an older boy. Two of them are around Danny's age and the others only a year or two older; two of the boys look like twins. I call Mark over and ask him to talk to the boys and find out what's going on. After a few minutes he's learned all of these boys have been here less than a week and no older boys came in with them except for the twins who seem to not want to say anything.
I now look over to the older boys and ask all willing to act as a mentor for a younger boy to step over to the middle. All of the boys without a charge step up, but I ask only those fourteen or younger to stay and the rest to sit down. I'm trying to keep the age spread between mentor and charge at five or six years. Next step, we have all of the younger boys who do not have someone to choose an older boy from the group in the middle. Since I have more boys in the middle than I do little ones I know we should be able to get a match. Each of the younger boys, except one, goes up to a boy and takes a hand. No two boys tried for the same older boy and there is no explaining why each chose a particular boy. The boy that did not move to choose a mentor is just standing there. I signal for him to come over to us on the stage. "What's your name?"
"Kyle, sir"
"How old are you Kyle?"
"Seven, sir."
"Don't you want a bigger boy to help you, Kyle?"
"Yes sir, I have one, but he's not here. He's TJ and I can't find him." The boy is tearing up but keeps himself from crying. He doesn't understand why his big brother isn't here for him.
"Kyle, TJ is in the infirmary. He got hurt last night and the doctor has given him something to make him sleep for a little while. When he's better we'll take you over there to see him. Until then can one of the other boys help?" Kyle nods his assent. I spot Kevin and Ben and ask them to watch out for Kyle until TJ is better.
I announce to all, "Now, all the boys that do not have a charge will act as mentors to the mentors who are eleven and older. Remember, everyone will need some help at some point and will need some one to go to for that help. The oldest boys, sixteen years old, will act as guardians or guides for their groups. The groups will be based on an age spread and sleeping arrangements. We'll address those issues when we get to the permanent facility." If any of you are closer than five years in age and have matched because you're friends I need to know. Someone eleven is not going to be able to teach much to someone who is ten. If we have that situation please step forward now. Two pairs step forward. In one pair the mentor is eleven and the charge is nine. In the second pair the mentor is eleven and the charge is ten. All four are asked to choose a mentor for themselves. As quickly as they moved they must have suspected this wasn't going to fly; they match up. Danny let me know Sean takes care of him.
"All of you have seen the cameras Mr. Jeff and Mr. Larry have set up. You've seen them walking around filming for a documentary we will compile in the future. However, right now we need photos for the personal file being created for each of you. We need to form two lines, one for the mentors and the other for their charges. Each will have their picture taken and then the mentor will take his charge to one of the tables where you see the laptops. Mr. Mark and his assistant will enter personal information in the new files. We know the information is available in the files provided by the state and in the office here. We want to build the files based on information provided by you. Mentors, you will have to work with your charges to get as much information as possible. If you don't know or can't get your charge to tell you what we need to know, don't worry about it, we'll work on it later. Mentors and charges run through first, then those who do not have a charge. Line up according to age, youngest first." I take Danny and Sean to the front of the line since Danny is only four (and a half).
"Now for some good news. When you have finished at the information tables, mentors are to take their charges and escort them to the shower area. The heaters have been fired up so there should be plenty of hot water. Mentors, I'm sure you have figured out your charges will need help for a thorough (emphasis added) cleaning. Mentor and charge should share one shower head so we can maximize the number of people showering at any one time. Charges are to assist their mentor when they can. I need to head to the office to make additional phone calls. When you finish with the showers, return here and I'll rejoin you around lunch time. Those boys with shorts, shuck them going into the shower and deposit them in the garbage can. Also, I'm assuming the boys on kp have been told it is an all day assignment which means the kitchen will be looking for them about twenty minutes before lunch. I'll be looking for eighty seven fresh clean faces when I return."
Paul's on the phone, the conversation makes me think it's Rick on the other end. So far it's been a busy morning and we are only half way through. I've thrown a lot at the boys and understand it's getting a little overwhelming for them. Later will be a time for questions and answers with the boys. The kids need to be comfortable with what's happening and I need for them to trust me and the staff. Paul's phone call ends.
"Rick is working with the state's facilities maintenance department. He's on his way to Fort Ogden to meet someone to test all equipment and get it up and running. He's trying to meet the time frame he gave us last night. Supplies have been ordered and are on the way including toilet paper, soaps, towels, bedding and sheets, and food. Computers are also coming in and should be there in two days. Michael called. He's talked his medical suppliers into donating most of the supplies needed for the infirmary. The supplies will be in tomorrow. Michael says the supplies are sufficient to open. He'll have the balance of his wish list within a week. Where do we go from here?"
"Did Michael say anything about volunteers for getting the physicals complete? I'm also concerned about eye exams and dental exams."
"I didn't talk to him about those things. Let me get him on his cell and see what's happening."
"Good, I want to check on TJ. I'll be back in a few minutes."
Entering the infirmary, TJ looks as though he's still sleeping. I pull up a chair to sit, watch and think. I couldn't help but remember what happened to me at age thirteen -- the beating my father had given me. Then to find out it was an excuse to have me sold to pay for his business mistakes. When did I get classified as a liquid asset?
This boy didn't have any choice about what happened to him either. Williams told him to come and he knew, or believed, the law was on Williams' side. TJ knew Williams would use him for his own perverted pleasure and he'd be hurting tonight. Williams didn't just hurt him; Williams took pleasure in seeing the boy suffer; he didn't care if the boy died. I can still see TJ hanging on the 'X', gagged and unable to plead for help. Williams enjoyed the fact he had made the boy helpless and at his mercy. When he had him helpless he had flogged him. Michael said the number of marks and bruises suggests the flogging went on for quite awhile. Sharp metal clips were attached to sensitive portions of his body to inflict pain. I'd never seen a butterfly board before, but I'd heard about them. When did society decide it was okay to turn the children that would make the future, into pleasure toys for perverted bastards like Williams? The only thing I feel guilty about the way I treated Williams last night is I wish I could have secured him to the 'X' and given him a taste of his perverted pleasure.
TJ is moving on the bed; he moans his discomfort. I lift the sheets covering his body to see what damage is still there. The marks left from the flogging are disappearing, he has a few bruises but not as many as I originally thought. I check his nipples; the pressure marks are there but no broken skin. There are tiny scabs on his sac from the needle punctures. I get chills down my spine when I see this. I feel bad for not having gotten to him sooner, then remember if we had followed a different course of action we most likely would have lost Frank at the auction. I know I will need to talk with TJ when he's up to it; it's important to me that he understand why it took so long to get to him. Then there's Kyle; a seven year old boy who couldn't understand why his big brother wasn't there for him. I promised him he could see TJ soon.
TJ gets restless, the whimper signals his discomfort. I sit down again and watch him. I don't know how long I was sitting there when he opened his eyes. He's trying to focus on me but the pain killers are working against that. When he doesn't close his eyes and go right back to sleep I say "I have a dumb question for you, how are you feeling?"
"Like shit.....sir."
"You have a right to. Anything I can get for you."
"Yes, sir. Can you help me out of this bed? I gotta go."
"TJ, Dr. Mike said you need to stay there. Hold on for a minute and I'll get you something. Do you need a pan or a cup?"
"Neither, but both. Those things are for invalids and babies."
Laughing, I tell him "At least you've kept some sense of humor. I know they're no fun, but you're drugged enough you don't need to be getting out of bed. The choice is the pan and cup or messing up your bed." His body language signals resignation.
TJ groans through the pain of trying to relieve his bowels. When he's finished I clean him and take care of the pan. The sheet is slipped back over him and I tell him to try and sleep.
"Sir, I'm more comfortable without the sheet over my chest" He pushes the sheet down just below his waste. "I remember you being there last night. I remember you hit him. I hope you did a dance on his balls."
"TJ, I'm sorry we weren't there sooner. One promise I can make to you and know I can keep is that no one will ever do this to you again as long as you're with New Horizon. There is one thing I need to ask of you though. We have a very frightened little boy here....."
"Kyle.... He hasn't seen me like has he, sir?" TJ says this with a lot of anxiety.
"No, but he's scared and asking for you. If we pull the sheet up under your arms the injuries don't show. If you're up to it I could let him in just to say hi and let him get comfortable, then send him away so you can rest." TJ nods -- this boy does care about his charge. I call Mark on his cell and tell him to rush Kevin, Ben and Kyle through, have them shower, and then bring Kyle over to the infirmary. If TJ is awake I'm going to let Kyle see him for a moment. I also tell them to push the rest of the boys through for their pictures. Take names and assign them numbers. They can be called over one or two at a time while I talk with them this afternoon.
"TJ, we need to get you cleaned up some before Kyle comes in. I'm going to give you an old fashioned hospital bed bath if you're up to it. You just lay there and let me do the work." TJ nods and I prepare a pan of warm soap and water and another of clear water for rinsing. I remove the cover sheet from TJ and tell him to roll to his left side. It's an effort but he makes it and I place a rubber sheet under him. The process is repeated for the right side and he lies on his back. "Okay, we're set. I'm sure about every muscle in your body is sore so just try to relax and let me do the work."
Beginning with his face the cloth of warm water is gently drawn over his body. I can tell by the expressions on his face when I hit a sensitive area and try to be extra careful.
"TJ, how old are you?"
"Fourteen sir, I'll be fifteen in about three months."
"I was picked up by the authorities, sir. I've been here about two and half weeks."
"Has anything like last night happened to you before?"
"Not to me sir, but there were other boys older than me that were taken; one of them I never saw come back. Rumor was he got sent straight to sale. The others have been shipped for sale, too. Rumor was those that came back showed marks of getting some pretty bad treatment. When they got back they were put in a different area and nobody really ever found out what happened to 'em before they was shipped out."
When I reach the groin area and wrap his penis in the warm cloth there is no reaction -- he's definitely hurting. I grasp his balls with the warm cloth, gently rubbing them, almost like a massage -- a slight smile comes on his face, he isn't completely gone after all. After the washing, rinse and drying I ask if he's up to rolling on his side again so I can do his back. He shifts his weight and rolls to his left. The cleaning process is repeated on his back. When I reach his crack and clean around his hole he jumps. "TJ, what did Williams do to you there?" I hear him begin to cry.
"He stuck something in me. I was blindfolded and didn't see what it was. He told me to get used to it and he was going to make it bigger to stretch me more, then he was going to teach me to take a good fisting. Sir, he enjoyed seeing the fear on my face as he told me how he was going to stretch me and then showed me how he was gonna begin inserting one finger at a time, spread them out and stretch the muscles. He said it would be good to see me sweat in fear, and he couldn't wait to see the look on my face when he inserted all his fingers and made a fist inside me. After he made a fist he was gonna twist it around and then give me a hard dry fist fuck."
"Did he fist you?"
"No sir, you got there before he could. Mr. Daniel, I've never been so scared." I finished cleaning him. The intent was to roll him on the other side to do a more thorough job, but I don't think he needs any more. I remove the rubber sheet from that side. The boy's crying, it's not the heavy sobs you'd expect from a little one, but the deep breaths trying to stay in control, but he can't.
I walk around the bed to his front and rub the back of his head. Leaning down to him I tell him it's okay to let it out. Rolling him onto his back I'm able to remove the other rubber sheet and then cover him with a fresh sheet. The warm cloth is used again to wipe off his face. "TJ, I don't want you going around with all this bottled up, you'll need to put this behind you when you can. Just remember, when you're ready to talk just come around and we can find some private time. Try to get some rest. If you're asleep when Kyle comes in I'll let him sit with me until you wake up." I give TJ another pain killer to help him sleep.
There's a light tap on the door and Kevin steps in, I can see Ben and Kyle in the hall. I let him know TJ is resting. "Sir, I wanted to speak with you before Kyle comes in. On the way over Ben and Kyle walked together. Ben walked with his arm around Kyle's shoulder and I heard them talking. Ben told Kyle how you promised him you would get me back. Some other boys told him it was too late, but you did it and if you told Kyle that TJ would be okay, then Kyle could count on it because you promised." I took a deep breath and just nodded for us to go outside.
Kyle looks up to me very expectantly. "Kyle, TJ is resting right now and he needs to rest to get better. If you want I'll let you stay here with Kevin and Ben 'till he wakes, then you can talk with him." Kyle nods, he's almost in tears. "Kevin, do you and Ben mind sitting here for a little while so I can go back to the dining hall and check on things there?"
"I can stay sir, but Ben needs to go back. They've called for the boys on kp to report. When they serve, could he bring a plate over for us to share?"
I look back to Ben "You heard your mentor, I suggest you move." Ben tells Kyle he'll be back in a few minutes and takes off. I'm particularly pleased with Kevin for not letting Kyle use this to avoid his own responsibilities.
Walking over to the dining hall I call Paul on his cell to find out what Michael has told him about scheduling the rest of the exams. Paul lets me know Michael has three qualified assistants set to come with him in addition to four nurses and two transcribers to enter the data on a disc; he also has two dentists with a mobile office that belongs to the hospital on standby; they're ready whenever we are. God bless Michael. I tell Paul to call Michael and set the exams for tomorrow morning. Then call Rick and let him know we will plan the transfer the day after tomorrow and will need three buses.
When I enter the dining hall I can see there's only eight boys left for photos. Mark gives me an 'alls well' signal and I go looking for Barry. When I find him I let him know the plans so he can lay in an adequate supply of food; he asks me about kp duty for tomorrow. That's one issue I hadn't considered up to now; how do I choose? I see Ben leaving with a plate full of fruit and half sandwiches.
Jeff and Larry are securing the cameras. They let me know all photos have been taken and checked; no re-takes will be needed. The final group is there and we tell them they can go shower and then eat or eat and then shower, but there will be another meeting called in an hour and a half. Like typical teens, they choose to eat first. We move them to the front of the line since everyone else has already showered and will have plenty of time. They swallow their food in less than ten minutes and take off to the showers, we just laugh.
It's nice to just sit here and watch the boys. They sure look different when clean. There's a lot more smiles and their overall demeanor has improved. I wanted them to get clean and start feeling better about themselves. When kids are constantly being put down and then run down physically, it takes an emotional toll. After a few minutes I let them know about this afternoon's meeting and I expect them to do most of the talking or asking questions. Then I load up a plate with some fruit and a half sandwich; as an after thought I get another half sandwich in case Ben thinks Kevin eats as little as him.
On the way to the infirmary I decide to peek into the shower area just to see what's going on. Just as I thought there's a lot of grab assing. One boy has just spit out a mouthful of water at another. The target reached out real quick and grabbed the offender by the balls. He's hollering for the boy to let go. The other boy tells him he's going to lead him back into the dining hall that way. The rest are doing their share of grabbing for equipment or trying to stick a finger in the hole.
One has grabbed another from behind and tells his victim he's about to lose his virginity. Another boy hollers out he's way too late. A second boy walks up to the boy being threatened with losing his nonexistent virginity and it looks as though he has grabbed him by the balls to keep him still. If that was the intent it has worked, but the boy doesn't show the expected discomfort on his face. A closer look shows the new boy has not just grabbed the victim's balls but he's massaging them. The victim shows a look of pleasure on his face and has now laid his head on the new boys shoulder. The boy in the back has moved to his victim's side, but continues to run a finger up and down his victim's crack which causes him to start a sensual moving of his hips. The original assailant has now taken his victim's left hand and guided it down to his sac, the victim knows what the boy wants and obliges. Soon all the boys have joined in this mutual ball massage exercise and the looks on their faces as well as their groans of pleasure show they are enjoying this daisy chain. Some of the boys are also enjoying having their cracks teased or nipples manipulated.
I focus back on the original 'victim' of this affair who now appears to be manipulating the balls of both of his assailants. While their balls are massaged the boys begin to rub their hands all over the front of the boy in the middle, stopping occasionally to tweak a nipple. The boys face shows these are not gentle tweaks, but he's not trying to avoid them; if anything, he leaves himself for a repeat. He soon lifts his head off the other boys shoulder and has thrown it back revealing an expression that suggests he is ready to cry out in pain or he's lost in a world of pleasure. Hands move from the crack of his ass and begin to run up and down his back. The fingertips gently touch his soft skin on the way down and fingernails leave their mark on the return trip up. The victim's face cringes in pleasure as the fingernails travel his sensitive skin. The original assailant has now moved his hand from the boy's ball sac and grasped the chin, turning it for a sensual kiss. It's obvious the boy has opened his mouth to allow the assailant all the freedom he wants to explore. As the kiss continues the hand and fingernails continue to move up and down the back more rapidly and on the next trip down move through the crack. A quick jump by the victim tells me his assailant has now impaled the boy on one or more fingers which continue their movement inside the boy.
The first assailant has now moved off the kiss and turned the boy's head so the second assailant can take over manipulating the tongue and mouth. The first assailant then begins a tongue massage on the boy's neck and ear. The victim is writhing in pleasure and now moans with abandon. Amazingly, no one has yet to touch the victim's cock, but continue to massage his balls and body. The rest of the boys have been watching this sexual assault and continue to masturbate one another, but now with more conviction to reach a climax. After three or four minutes of kissing and the tongue bath, during which both boys have now attacked their victims anus with their fingers, the first assailant moves to the back of his victim and begins to hump his butt. I can see his dick moving up and down through the crack. While humping from the rear he reaches around and viciously maneuvers the boy's nipples. The boy is screeching with delight and pain. All of a sudden the first assailant bends his victim backwards and bites down hard on his neck. The boy screams at the bite and begins to shoot cum like a rocket launcher. The two assailants shoot almost simultaneously with their victim followed by the rest of the boys. They collapse on one another and the wall, exhausted from their experience. I was standing where I couldn't be seen and decide to quietly exit; there's no need to embarrass boys for being boys and the show has put me on edge.
In the infirmary I find Kevin holding Ben on one knee and Kyle on the other. They both are leaning into him and he just holds them gently rubbing the side of their legs. When Kyle sees me he gets that expectant look again and I put my fingers to his lips to let him know to be quiet. Kyle then reaches up for me and I take him. Ben stands up and heads for the door, I hear him say something to Kevin about finishing his kp duties. Kevin signals he's going with Ben and takes their empty plate. I find some paper towels to put my food on and give them my plate; they leave with a nod and a mouthed thank you from me.
When asked if he's eaten anything Kyle says no and I tell him he has to eat a little if he wants to be strong to help TJ. He takes the half sandwich and nibbles at the center. I've always thought it was funny how kids didn't like to eat the crust. I eat the other half sandwich and we share some fruit. TJ stirs a little and I feel Kyle tense up, he's wanting TJ to wake up, but TJ settles back down. I whisper to Kyle that we need to be patient. He knows this but he still wants TJ to wake up for him. In a few minutes TJ does move again and I see his eyes open.
"Mr. Dan'l...?"
"I'm right here TJ. Can I get you something? You also have a visitor." I let Kyle walk over beside the bed. The boy is in tears and shaking.
"Mr. Dan'l I need to take a leak again." Then he sees Kyle. "Hey little man, how's it goin'?"
"TJ...?" The boy is sobbing and it's easy to see how scared he is. "TJ.... You're not going to leave me are you?"
"No little guy. I just got hurt and need to rest a little, then I'll be back. Have you been good and doing what Mr. Dan'l says?" Kyle nods his head and beams when TJ smiles at him.
I have the urine cup for TJ. When I reach for sheets Kyle puts both hands on the cup and says "Me! I help TJ." He wants to help his friend. TJ nods his head, so I let go telling him to be careful.
Rather than pulling the sheet back, Kyle pulls the sheet up and sticks his head underneath. I can't help but smile. TJ gives him instructions. "Kyle, remember what I taught you. Pull the skin back so I can aim right, then stick it in the cup. I don't want to get the bed wet" Kyle lets us know he knows how and then tells TJ he's ready. Soon I hear the familiar sound of water hitting water; you can see the relief on TJ's face. When that stops TJ tells him "Remember how I showed you to get all the water out?" Kyle mumbles something under the cover. In a moment Kyle comes out from under the cover with a cup about three quarters full. He's beaming with his accomplishment.
"Did I do it right TJ?"
"You did great. I feel a lot better now."
Kyle is beaming as he hands me the cup, "I helped TJ pee."
"Kyle, we need to let TJ get some more rest. How about we come back later?"
"I wanna stay with TJ. He needs me." Actually it's Kyle that needs TJ.
"Kyle I can't leave you sitting here alone and TJ needs his rest."
"I'll rest with TJ....please?" Here come the tears again, the boy is really pleading.
TJ looks at me to let me know maybe it will be okay. I nod it's his choice.
"Kyle, look at me. If we let you stay here you know I'm too sore for you to be bouncing around. You'll have to lay still or you could hurt me."
"I won't hurt you TJ. I'll be good, I promise, I'll be good." The kid has gone into his most heart rending pleading mode.
"Okay, you can stay with me, but only for a little while."
Kyle beams and moves to climb up on the bed.
"Wait Kyle, you'll hurt TJ that way. I'll lift you up there."
I pick Kyle up and start to lay him on his back next to TJ. Just before we get to the bed Kyle rolls to his right side. I lay him under TJ's left arm. Kyle snuggles up against TJ; I can tell from the grimaces on his face that Kyle has hit some sensitive spots, but TJ doesn't say anything -- he just lets the boy settle in. Kyle has his head on TJ's shoulder with his arm and leg draping over his mentor's body. TJ reaches over and cups his hand over Kyle's butt. When I look at TJ he nods he's okay. The look on Kyle's face has gone from anxiety to contentment. I leave them alone.
End Ch Five