New Horizons

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Chapter Fifty-Nine: New Horizons

Tuesday afternoon, Daniel and Arthur sat in the doctor's office with Jeremy. Three days had passed since Jeremy's surgery and if everything had gone as well as anticipated, Jeremy would receive his medical release.

"Jeremy," Arthur spoke to the boy he had grown so fond of, "if the doctor gives you a clean bill of health today, have you thought about traveling over to Ft. Ogden with Daniel for a few days?"

"Yes, sir, I've thought about it." Arthur and Daniel could see the hesitation on Jeremy's face. "Well, it's just that I've never done anything like that before. When I was free before they thought I was too young to travel alone. As a slave I was always put in a cage and the back of a truck. It all sounds good, but scary at the same time."

"Jeremy, do you understand why we were taking you for the visit?" Daniel asked.

"Kinda, but not really," was the honest response.

"Well, look at it this way. We think that given what you've been through for the past two years, maybe you feel a little uncertain about how people will react to you. It's possible you may think people are looking at you and thinking bad things, when they really aren't." Jeremy's reactions told them they were pretty much on the mark with the assumptions. "Jeremy, there are a lot of boys over there that have been through some rough times, too. Many of these boys were used for pleasure. Even though they were technically free, they really weren't free at all." Jeremy gave Daniel a puzzled look.

"I don't understand."

"Jeremy, there's more than one way to be a slave. Many of the boys we have with us lived on the streets. To survive they had to sell their bodies to people, for pleasure. It was just like you had to give your body up for pleasure. The big difference was they got money for it which they used to buy food and blankets."

"Yeah, but didn't they have somebody to protect them?"

"No, not really. When they met a john there was usually an understanding as to what he expected the boy to do. Not all of the johns were honest. Sometimes they said they wanted a quick session of oral sex or just to look at a naked boy." Jeremy smirked which told the men this had happened to the boy. "Instead, the john might beat them up and rob them. We have one boy over there your age. Just before we got him, he was attacked and stabbed; we didn't know if he would live. He did and now he's doing fine."

"I heard about boys like that. Some of the stories I'd hear men telling weren't good. Sometimes the men seemed to enjoy that they hurt some kid. But, what's that got ta do with me?"

"We thought that it might be a good idea for you to meet and talk with some of the boys. Maybe they can tell you how they learned to cope with what happened to them, and that would help you figure out how to cope with your own situation."

"Ohhhh . . " was Jeremy's only response as his mind drifted off.

Arthur and Daniel continued to sit and talk with one another, leaving Jeremy with his thoughts, when the door opened to the examination area. The nurse asked Jeremy and the men to step inside. After checking Jeremy's vitals, the nurse told them the doctor would be in momentarily. Almost as soon as the door closed, it opened again and the doctor joined them.

"Jeremy," the doctor called out, smiling, "how's our patient doing today?"

"Fine, sir." Jeremy responded barely above a whisper.

"Good, how about jumping up on this table for me? Pull your feet up so your heels are on the edge of the table. Now, I need to take your shorts down and examine your anus; okay?"

Jeremy immediately looked down. The men thought that possibly these actions reminded the boy of some of the time he spent at the brothel. When Jeremy didn't look back up, Arthur put a finger under the boy's chin and lifted his face to look at them. Jeremy tried to look away, but it was obvious a tear had formed in his eyes.

"Jeremy, what's wrong, son?" Arthur asked with concern. "The doctor just wants to look at the area where he removed the chip, that's all. No one's going to hurt you."

Jeremy then leaned over to whisper in Arthur's ear. Arthur answered the boy with discretion, not wanting to embarrass him. After they exchanged a few remarks, Jeremy continued to look down while Arthur spoke to the doctor.

"Doc, he's embarrassed. He didn't realize he was supposed to use an enema before he came here."

"He wasn't," the doctor replied immediately. "Actually, I hadn't thought about it until now, but that's probably as good a way as any for me to test how well he's recovered from the invasive surgery." The doctor finished removing Jeremy's shorts and then had him get off the table. He then reached into a cabinet and pulled out what Jeremy knew was an enema.

"Jeremy, I want you to use this to clean yourself. However, once it's in you, you need to hold it there until I say it's okay to release. This is a saline solution. If you have a problem in there, you'll feel a little stinging or burning sensation. If you don't, that means everything's healing up fine. Understand?"

"Yes, sir." Jeremy responded meekly. Jeremy then turned to Arthur again and exchanged whispers.

"Doc, he has a couple of minor problems. You've left him dressed the same way servers were dressed at the brothel; he's uncomfortable. The idea of dressing boys that way was to entice the customers or get them aroused. Jeremy says he'd rather be naked than dressed like a server. He also wants me to help him with his douche."

"Well," the doctor answered, laughing. "I think he's young enough that he doesn't have to wear any clothes for another couple of years if he doesn't want to. He can be naked if he wants and no one here will object. As for the other part, I'll leave that call up to you."

While they waited for the enema to take effect, Arthur held Jeremy close and rubbed his back and shoulders. The doctor asked Arthur how Jeremy had been adjusting to his free status. All the men laughed when Arthur told the doctor that Jeremy had two favorite things to do. One was to go out and get a hamburger and milkshake. The second was to lie naked on the sofa with his head in Linda's lap or leaning against her while she rubbed his back or tickled his butt. He definitely enjoyed getting attention. Typical boy.

After receiving a clean bill of health from the doctor Jeremy was happy and ready to head for home or something to eat. They stopped at Jeremy's favorite place to get a hamburger and shake. Actually, it was the only place they had been when eating out since Jeremy was freed, but it was still his favorite.

"Sir? . .er . .Daniel? Can I ask you a question?" Jeremy was still having trouble addressing adults other than as his slave training had taught him. "When would we go to Ft. Ogden?"

"Most likely, tonight or later this afternoon. I have a few phone calls to make and then it will be time to leave. Is that too soon?"

"You said I could ask Ted and Derek to come, too. Can I still?"

"If you think you would be more comfortable with them along and their parents don't mind, yes, you may ask them to come also. Understand though, they may need to come back before you do. They'll have to go back to school."

"Am I ever going to go back to school like other kids?"

"We plan on it." Arthur interjected. "Jeremy, before you go back to school like other kids we need to get you some tutoring so you can catch up to your grade level. Part of the time you are with Daniel, you'll be tutored by Mark. We're hoping to have you tested right after you get there and the results will tell us what kind of program you'll need to catch up as quickly as possible. You do like school don't you?" Arthur was teasing the boy. He knew that most twelve year olds could think of a lot of things to do that were more fun than school.

"I didn't used to." Jeremy went deep into thought, but quickly came back with a smile, "I think it'd be nice to try again, though. Bein' a slave and now free again, I think I might even like eating some vegetables."

"Well, Arthur," Daniel said laughing, "you and Mom should be happy he doesn't think school is a complete waste of time."

"Mr. Arthur, when can I call Ted and Derek?" Arthur looked at Daniel before answering.

"As soon as we leave here. First, though, don't you think you should call home and make sure it's still alright for you to go?" Jeremy now looked confused. If it wasn't alright for him to go then why had the three of them been discussing it? Besides, when he looked around, he didn't see a phone he could use.

During the drive home, Jeremy used a cell phone for the first time in his young life. Daniel showed the boy how to punch in the numbers and then initiate the call. The men laughed quietly as they watched the boy act as though he had just been given a fascinating new toy. Jeremy punched in the numbers and pushed the call key; he anxiously awaited the voice on the other end.

"Hello," Linda answered in her usual friendly, polite tone.

"Hey, it's me." Jeremy responded. Linda smiled as she heard the voice she knew she would always be able to recognize anywhere.

"Hey, yourself, 'me'. What are you up to?"

"Mr. Arthur and Daniel said I had to call you and ask you if it was still alright for me to go visit with Daniel at Ft. Ogden." An excited young boy spoke so quickly he almost stumbled over his own words; he was so excited. Linda could hear the anticipation in his voice. The truth was that she really didn't want to let go of him just yet, but she also knew it was in his best interest.

"Jeremy," Linda spoke with the softness and tone cushioned in a mother's love, "of course you may still go, on one condition. You must promise me that you'll behave and be good, mind your manners and have fun. Can you do that?"

"Yes ma'am, I promise. Thanks!" Jeremy was so excited he hung up the phone without saying goodbye.

"She said I could go! Can I call Ted and Derek now?" Arthur and Daniel again laughed at Jeremy's enthusiasm. They both also recognized that Jeremy was doing things he would never dream of doing as a slave, such as bursting out with his statement and question. He was quickly adjusting to being a free boy.

Arthur and Daniel discussed the law suits during the remainder of the drive home. The suits included the case against children as property in both the state and federal courts, plus the suit filed on behalf of Connor and Peter on the unlawful death of their parents. The question of long-term guardianship of Connor and Peter also remained.

While they rode along Arthur and Daniel had to stop and laugh some when they heard Jeremy talking to Ted and Derek. There didn't seem to be any problem with the boys going with Jeremy, but when Derek's mom became concerned over what clothes her son needed for the trip, it became apparent that no one had told her that the boys at Ft. Ogden didn't bother with clothes. Daniel eased the situation by telling Jeremy to tell Derek he would only need a couple of changes of clothes and some play shorts. Both of Ted's parents knew the boys ran naked most of the time at Jeremy's and Daniel had told Ted's dad all about the activities at Ft. Ogden, so there were no issues from Ted's family.

When Daniel got his phone back from Jeremy he debated whether to call Elizabeth or Mark, first. They would be staying with Elizabeth that night and then go to the hospital in the late morning to meet the cherubs. Knowing Elizabeth was his easiest call to make, he elected to call her first.

"Elizabeth, Daniel. Is it still alright for us to stay with you tonight? You know I'm going to have three very lively boys with me."

"Daniel, don't be silly. I have two here that can match your three any day. Besides, you know how much I enjoy hearing the boys have a good time. Which three do you have this time?"

"Jeremy and his friends, Ted and Derek. We just came from Jeremy's doctor's appointment where he was released and declared ready to be a boy again."

"Daniel, do you suppose I could impose on you and Jeremy to make a brief appearance on The Morning Show tomorrow? We've been doing some pretty strong reports on slavery and its affect on families. Of course, we've made sure everyone knows about the suit, the injunction, and lately, about Jeremy being freed. If you think Jeremy is up to it we think it would be good for the audience to see a young victim."

"I understand, but I need to talk with Jeremy first. He's been doing really well, but he's the only one that can decide."

"Certainly, but do you think you could make a quick appearance for us?"

"Elizabeth, I would've been very disappointed if you hadn't asked." The answer was a bold-faced lie, but what else could Daniel say after all that Elizabeth and her station had done for their cause?

As he finished the call with Elizabeth, they approached the house. Daniel saw Ted approaching and decided to wait a few minutes to contact Mark. The initial plan had been for both Daniel and Mark to be back in Ft. Ogden by this time. The quick planning for the medical procedures to remove Jeremy's chip and tattoo changed their timing. Mark had returned to his parents home, as had Clayton. Now, Daniel had to decide what to do about Clayton. The only decision that was definite at this time was that Mark needed to return to Ft. Ogden and then accompany the boys to Orlando. Daniel watched as Ted broke into a trot and waved at them as they pulled in the driveway.

"Hey, Jer," Ted called out, "what's up?"

"The doctor said I was clear to go." Jeremy called back as he shortened the distance between himself and Ted. "You all set?" Jeremy looked at the big bag his friend carried and was puzzled. "What's in the bag?"

"My mom insisted I pack a bunch of clothes."

"Don't she know the kids at Ft. Ogden . . ."

"Yeah," Ted interrupted, "but she says I need to be prepared." Ted answered while shrugging his shoulders. He almost told Jeremy 'you know how mom's can be' but caught himself just in time.

"Hey, fellas," Derek called out from down the street. "Wait up." Derek was approaching with his dad. Derek was also carrying a large travel bag. Jeremy and Ted looked at Derek and laughed at the size of his suitcase. It was large enough to carry a month's supply of clothes.

"My mom made me bring it." Derek explained with a tone of exasperation exaggerated for effect. "She said I needed to be ready for whatever we'd be doin'. Whatever that means." All three boys laughed.

While Linda fussed over getting Jeremy ready for his trip, Daniel called Mark. Mark was already headed out the door to make the drive back to Ft. Ogden. The big question was Clayton. The boy wanted to stay with his family but, also, felt pulled back to his friends. Mark had talked with him twice since Jeremy's freedom celebration. At his young age, family needed to be first. Also, it might be easier since Clayton had been gone from Ft. Ogden for several days to just remain at home. Mark reminded Clayton this was only a trial run, but everyone hoped it would work out. Daniel agreed that Mark had done the right thing for the boy and then let Mark know he would see him in Orlando.

Jeremy didn't understand why he needed to take a suitcase full of clothes with him to Ft. Ogden. Arthur told him that he would soon learn that sometimes it was easier to go along with what was being asked than to argue. Linda had spent most of Saturday afternoon shopping for new clothes that Jeremy had never worn, and at the time didn't particularly care to wear; Jeremy was comfortable being naked. However, trusting in his guardians and protectos, Jeremy accepted the suitcase of clothing.

As they headed out the front door to leave, Jeremy rushed out and then stopped suddenly when he saw Daniel looking at him. The look on Daniel's face was telling him something and he needed a moment to realize what. Setting the suit case down, he turned and walked back to Arthur and Linda. With a tear in his eye he wrapped his arms around Linda and whispered "thanks". With a gentle caress and a loving touch she took the young boy's head in her hands and, titling his face up, kissed him lightly on the forehead.

"Love you." Linda whispered with a smile.

Jeremy then turned to Arthur. He wrapped is arms around the man and squeezed tightly. Arthur wrapped his arms around the boy's shoulders and held him securely. After a moment Arthur pushed the boy back, and with the twinkle in his eye and pride showing in his smile, spoke softly.

"Hey, kiddo, you enjoy yourself. Remember, if you need us, we're only a phone call away and we'll be waiting for you to come back in a couple of weeks. That's assuming we can stand to have you gone that long." Jeremy could only look up into Arthur's face as a tear ran down his cheek.

Mark pulled into New Horizons. When he parked the van he didn't get out immediately, but sat there and looked around. The double-wides were new and weren't there when he had left with Daniel. It wasn't quite supper time yet and he could see the boys moving about. As he watched them a strange feeling came over him. It was a feeling that told him he was home. As he enjoyed watching the boys, he was suddenly jolted from his thoughts as the van door flew open.

"Mark! It's about time." Mark turned to see Kevin's smiling face. Kevin, the boy, almost young man, Mark had thought about so many times while he was gone. It was now common knowledge that the two were more than just casual friends. "I was beginnin' to wonder if you was comin' back."

Mark sat in the truck, admiring the naked teenager. Mark was accustomed to all the boys running free and never paid any attention to it. He had just spent ten days with his parents, living life as he had once known it. He spent ten days talking with old friends who were either working or home on weekends visits from college. During the trip he realized they had no idea what was going on in the real world. Most were still living in the sheltered world their parents had created for them. Mark had several long and serious talks with his friends. When Daniel returned, they would need to sit down and have a serious talk.

Mark slid down off the van's seat and stepped into his friend's waiting arms. They hugged tightly but said nothing, their emotions said all that needed to be said. As they stood thee enjoying the other's warmth, both noticed they were rapidly developing a problem that, if the others saw them, would not let either of them live in peace for several days.

"Oh, God. Man, this can't happen." Kevin remarked. "If the guys see me getting' hard here, they'll ride us for days."

"Do you think they don't already suspect something about us?" Mark asked, smiling.

"Suspect, nothin'," Kevin answered, "we've already been labeled, but that don't mean we have to give 'em proof." Both young men laughed and tried to think of how to change the situation.

"Kev, when did the double-wides come in?" mark asked trying to redirect their thoughts.

"Right after you left. They're supposed to be for staff and guests. Most all the staff stays in 'em now. Mr. Paul said there's a room in one of 'em reserved for you." Kevin hesitated, and added. "If you want it, that is."

"And if I don't want it, do I get to sleep under the stars?"

"Well, you see, they let the older boys have the private rooms in the dorms. Mr. Paul said the Mr. Daniel said that he was gonna let you pick where you wanted ta be. He said if you wanted you could keep one of the private dorm rooms. Course, those rooms have two beds. The guys that got a private room had to share with one other guy, but if they wanted, they got to pick who they shared with." Kevin knew he had rattled on more than he needed to but he wanted to get his message across without just coming straight out and asking. He knew Mark would do what Daniel expected; he also knew he wanted to share his room with Mark.

"I got one of the private rooms." Kevin looked at Mark who was trying to suppress a smile. "I don't have a room mate neither. I've been waitin'."

"Really. Been waitin'? For who?" Mark teased. "If you hadn't waited on me, you know there might have been some big trouble when I got back. I'd have to throw that other guy out on his bare butt."

"Talk, talk, talk, that all you can do?" Kevin fished.

"Wait till tonight, and you'll see what I can do, especially to a pretty little butt like this." Mark grabbed a handful of hot, teenage cheek.

"Promises, promises. You do need to promise me something though." Kevin was grinning at Mark and was now so stiff he couldn't hide it. "I've been storing things up and I'm so horny I'm ready ta bust. Tonight, you gotta fuck my brains out to take the edge off, and then make passionate love to me. Promise?"

When Daniel rang the door bell the door opened almost immediately. Daniel had to smile as he saw the darkly tanned naked boy with pearl white teeth smiling at him.

"See, I told ya," Jeremy told his friends, "Ms. 'liz'beth said that her boys are always naked at home, and he is!"

"Daniel," Elizabeth called out, "please, come in. And, Jeremy and your two friends. Let me see if I can remember their names; don't tell me." Daniel knew that Elizabeth was teasing the boys because she had asked him their names when they spoke earlier in the day. "You know, I know why I can't put a name to each of you. The only time I ever saw either of you, you were both naked. I can't recognize you with your clothes on." Both boys blushed a crimson red while Jeremy laughed.

"Ms. 'liz'beth," Jeremy asked, excited, "can we get naked?"

"Jeremy, if I saw a boy walking through this house with clothes on, I'd think I was in the wrong house. Besides, you might find it easier to go swimming. My boys can show you which room is for you boys." Three young boys carrying suitcases ran after two naked boys, all five of them hollering and laughing at the same time.

"How was the trip, Daniel."

"That all depends on which part you're asking me about. The traffic was light so the driving part was easy. Maintaining sanity might be a little different. I always heard that young girls can talk constantly and giggle at nothing and everything. No one cautioned my about boys. Those three sat in the back and if there was more than thirty seconds that at least one of them wasn't saying something, I don't know when it was. What really got me was all the whispering followed by the giggles. Wish I could have been a fly on the roof then."

"No you don't, believe me. The whispering and giggles are when they think they're telling each other dirty jokes or secrets. Believe me, from the experiences I've had with my two boys, you don't want to know what they were saying. Just chalk it up to boys being boys." Elizabeth then proceeded to show Daniel his room. They walked past the boys' room and heard all five boys still acting silly. They then headed to the kitchen for a cup of coffee and a quiet place to talk.

From where they sat at the breakfast bar, they could observe the boys playing in the pool. Five boys, acting as carefree as anyone could possibly be, were laughing, screaming, jumping, splashing and having the time of their young lives. Daniel sipped his coffee and thought back to the days when he was home and his mom let him have friends over for a sleep over. Just as Elizabeth did with her boys, Linda let Daniel and his friends run free the whole time they were there. They played in the pool and built memories to last a life time. Daniel could tell that Jeremy was on his way to recovering from his ordeal.

"Penny for your thoughts?" Elizabeth said jokingly, bringing Daniel out of his daydream.

"Sorry, I was just remembering." Daniel answered. "Look at them Elizabeth, they don't have a care in the world, not even Jeremy. People always talk about how resilient kids are and how they manage to recover from adversity so quickly. I'm amazed at how quickly Jeremy seems to be recovering."

"Daniel! This is almost funny." Elizabeth's response confounded Daniel. "Don't you remember how you recovered from your ordeal? Don't you remember what was so important? And, with all those boys at Ft. Ogden, I can't believe you don't know what's helped them recover. Think about it." Elizabeth paused to look at the boys and then back to Daniel.

"Why shouldn't they act carefree? They are. There's someone else to do all the worrying, solve the problems, make the decisions for them. They can do that later when they're older. Most importantly, Jeremy knows that he now has people around him to protect him, give him positive guidance, care for him, and most importantly, love him. That's all any child wants. Feed me and love me; simple formula. Of course, stay out of my way unless I'm hungry, sick or lonely. That's part of the territory for a parent also."

Daniel and Elizabeth continued to sit and watch the boys as they laughed. Finally, Elizabeth decided to satisfy her curiosity and ask Daniel what he had going on in Orlando.

"Daniel, I know you're here to serve at the senior center tomorrow. My professional instincts tell me there's more. Are you going to tell me now or do I have to needle it out of you on the show tomorrow?"

"You know, you seem to have pretty good instincts, for a reporter, that is." Daniel smiled at Elizabeth. "Do you remember when I told you about the two sets of brothers that were cousins plus the twins?"

"Are you talking about Evan and Brian, and I don't remember the other boys' names except for Ching and Chang, or something like that."

"That's them." Daniel responded, and then began to tell her the whole story of how they were able to gather information on the man's activities and how he made the mistake of telling just a few too many people about his grand coup.

"The boys will be coming to serve at the senior center tomorrow. After lunch, they will stay with me and I'm taking them to see Captain Jackson. The Captain will be with them when they face their father again."

Daniel and Elizabeth continued to discuss the possible outcome of the planned meeting and how the boys' futures would be protected. After talking at length, and consuming a pot of coffee, they decided it was time to gather five young boys and have them shower off and settle down for the evening.

"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen. My name is Elizabeth Risler, your co-host on The Morning Show. We are pleased to have as a surprise guest today, Daniel Thompson with the New Horizons project. As some of you may know, Daniel brings some of the boys up from Fort Ogden about twice each month to serve lunch at the elder care center at Orlando Memorial Hospital." Elizabeth then turned to Daniel.

"Daniel, how do the boys react to serving lunch to a group of seniors?"

"Actually, Elizabeth, they enjoy it. To them, it's like serving lunch to a grandparent they've never had or most likely will never see again. And the seniors, well they seem to have a real good time also."

"In that case, it sounds as though everyone comes out a winner. What do the seniors do for the boys?"

"Well, mostly they seem to enjoy having one of the boys sit with them or in their laps. The seniors actually treat them as though they were really their grandsons. The boys have no trouble soaking up the love and attention they receive. If one of the seniors wants to talk, or have someone read to them, the boys are more than happy to oblige."

"Daniel, I know the boys go over there as the Cherubs." Elizabeth looks to her audience. "Ladies and gentlemen if you've never seen the Cherubs, if you'll look on the studio monitors, you'll see a few pictures of them." She then returns to Daniel, "how do the seniors react to the boys being dressed like that?"

"They love it. Elizabeth, you'd have to see the look on the seniors faces to truly appreciate what happens between them. Most of the ladies like to hold one of the younger boys in their lap and rub their back or just hug them. Once, one of the ladies squeezed one of the younger boys so hard and tight, we had to rescue him before he passed out. When we offered to have the boys dress differently, the seniors all objected. They claimed they enjoyed admiring the boys' beauty and feeling how soft and satiny they were. So, the boys just dress as the Cherubs. They've never been forced to do anything against their will and feel very secure with the seniors."

Daniel and Elizabeth noticed movement off to the side and looked over. Jeremy had taken a few short steps towards them. It was obvious he was thinking about joining them. When he was asked earlier, he felt only panic and was told he could stand on the side with his friends. Jeremy wanted to help Daniel and support the man who had given him so much support. The only problem was the sheer fear he felt at walking in front of a camera for everyone to see him. Slave training had taught him to never be the center of attention unless he was pleasing someone, and, even then, the person he was pleasing was to receive all the credit. Daniel and Elizabeth tried to give the boy looks of encouragement and continued to talk to give him a chance.

"Daniel, I understand you do have some other business up here after the cherubs finish at the hospital. Are you able to discuss that with us at this time?" Elizabeth knew Daniel couldn't talk about the afternoon's business, but she wanted to buy a little extra time. Finally, Jeremy began to move slowly in their direction.

"I wish I could, Elizabeth, and, perhaps, on my next visit I'll be able to share a detailed report with you and the viewers. However, last week a very momentous event took place that I'd like to share with the viewers. I'm sure many of them know what I'm referring to, but most people have not seen the boy who was at the center of all the activity."

Jeremy froze in place and stared at Daniel. He knew that Daniel was talking about him. As Elizabeth picked up on Daniel's lead, she watched Jeremy to see how he would react. Daniel motioned for the boy to come join him. Jeremy couldn't move.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're sure most of you know that Daniel and his supporters are at the center of a landmark case involving the enslaving of young boys as the property of their parents. To date, the courts have issued an injunction prohibiting the enslavement of young boys as part of their parents' assets. The case is currently being heard in the judicial system. Daniel, is there any time line for when the case may reach final resolution?"

"Not really. We do know that when the final order is handed down in the local courts, there will be appeals and this will most likely go all the way to the supreme courts at the state and federal levels. However, at both the state and federal levels, the case has been granted class-action status. That means that the outcome will affect not only the young man who was the plaintiff in the case, but all other boys in the same position. Because of that ruling, an order of another type was able to be entered much earlier than we initially anticipated." Daniel then turned to Jeremy. Spreading his legs he tapped the edge of his seat and encouraged the boy to join him. Jeremy slowly walked over to Daniel and stood between his legs. Daniel wrapped both arms around the boy, holding him tight and pulling him in close to make Jeremy feel secure. Daniel whispered words of comfort and encouragement to Jeremy.

"Ladies and gentlemen, the young man that has just joined us is the party named as plaintiff in the suit we've been discussing." Elizabeth then turns her attention to Jeremy and addresses him with a mother's comforting tone.

"Can you tell everyone what your name is?"

"Jer'my," he answered, barely above a whisper.

"Ladies and gentlemen, if you didn't hear the answer, he said 'Jer'my', or more correctly, it's Jeremy." Elizabeth smiled at the boy as she spoke. "Jeremy, can you tell everyone what great thing happened to you last week?" Tears begin to form in Jeremy's eyes and he looked to Daniel who nodded his encouragement.

"We went to court . . ." Jeremy paused for a deep breath, almost afraid to say the words. "The judge . . the judge, he said I was free." Tears ran down the boys face and then he became frightened as the audience began to clap, cheer and whistle. Jeremy smiled when Daniel whispered in his ear that the audience's reaction was to let him know how happy they were for him.

Jeremy held on to one of Daniel's arms, pulling it as close to him as he could, and cried tears of happiness as he looked out over the audience. Ted and Derek stood to the side and cried tears of happiness for their friend with the rest of the people. Everyone stood and looked at all the people around them, sharing in the joy. Jeremy had to turn into Daniel and bury his face in Daniel's shoulder before he could regain control of himself.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Elizabeth tried to regain control of the show. She knew that the time schedule for that day was completely lost, but she couldn't think of a better reason for losing it. "This young man is the slave boy named in the suit. He is now a free citizen with a lot of people who love him and care for him. He will be traveling with Daniel to Orlando Memorial to help serve lunch and then back to Fort Ogden to stay at New Horizons for a brief visit. At the request of Daniel and Jeremy's guardians, he will not be making any more public appearances. In fact, he was not scheduled for this appearance, we were just fortunate to be able to bring him here and let you meet this very brave young man." Elizabeth's remarks served only to incite the audience to a stronger response for Jeremy. With much coaxing from the staff, the audience quieted down while Elizabeth spoke to the boy.

"Jeremy, when you visit New Horizons and stay there for a while, can you tell us what you hope to do or learn?" Jeremy looked down, lost in thought, and then answered.

"Skateboard. I wanna learn to skateboard."

**** Grandpa looked at Evan and knew the boy was troubled. Evan and TJ made the trip to Orlando as part of the Cherubs and looked forward to the visit with 'their' Grandpa. These were usually passionate, loving, sexually charged visits that they all looked forward to. In the beginning the boys were concerned about visiting Grandpa and whether his health could hold up to the activities. Now, the boys knew that they needed to be well rested and ready for a hot and sweaty round of pure lust and love. What Grandpa lacked in physical stamina, he more than made up in experience. Experience that allowed the boys to experience pleasures beyond their imaginations. He loved the two boys and they loved him.

"Evan, what's wrong, boy? If the weight on your shoulders gets any heavier, you're liable to fall through that concrete slab you're standing on."

"I'm sorry, Grandpa." Evan answered, trying to sound upbeat as he loosened the thong around his waist. "I'm fine; horny, too. Got any ideas?" Grandpa took one look at the boy and knew better. The part that defined the boy as a boy was more flaccid and shriveled up than Grandpa's. No fourteen year old that had even a fleeting thought about sex would be that limp.

"Son, come sit over here with me." Grandpa held out his hand to the boy that he instinctively knew was hurting.

Grandpa was already naked and had been prepared to be pig-stuck, his favorite activity after he brought both boys off at least once. This time, he sat back in the chair and guided Evan to sit of the front edge of the seat, between his legs. Nothing was said, but the man could look at the boy and tell it was everything the boy could do to avoid crying. When Evan sat, Grandpa pulled the young teen back against him. Relishing the soft warmth of the youth, he wrapped his arms over the boy's shoulder and chest and held him. Evan allowed himself to melt into comforting arms.

"Evan," Grandpa spoke softly, "hasn't anyone ever told you not to try and con an old con like me? You know that I'm here for you if you want to talk." As the older man spoke, he could feel the warm tears fall across his arm. Soon, the boy twisted his head into the man's chest and cried. Grandpa held the boy while TJ, worried about his best friend and lover, dropped to his knees and sat back on his ankles in front of the other two. They were all three naked, they were all three comfortable and secure.

"I'm sorry, Grandpa," when Evan was able to slow down and regain control of himself, he spoke. "We came here to do something for you, we wanted to make you feel good."

"Evan, you are doing something for me. You're talking to me and that means a lot. It makes me feel good in a different way." Grandpa hugged the boy and rubbed his back. He also had the boy turn so he could lay into Grandpa's chest while they talked. TJ continued to sit on his heels, his hands folded in his lap. TJ knew what Evan's problem was but he also knew Evan needed to voice it himself.

"When we leave here, Mr. Dan'l's goin' ta take us to the police station ta see Captain Jackson. He has my uncle, the one that hates us so much, and we gotta see him. Grandpa, I don't know if I can. I mean, I know what he did to us was wrong and we coulda been slaves because of what he did. But, Grandpa, he's still my family and I don't know if I can hurt him like that. They want me ta help decide what happens to him." Evan started talking and went non-stop. He spoke so that it was difficult to tell when he paused for a breath. The plug was pulled, and the dam of emotion was emptying. "They're talkin' 'bout maybe even makin' him a slave. Grandpa, I wouldn't wish that on nobody."

"Evan, who is 'they'? Who wants to make your uncle a slave?"

"My brother and cousins. They're all real mad at him for doin' what he did. He did it not only to us, but to the twins too. It want't right, I know, but, still, he's family and I don't think I can hurt him."

"Evan, then don't. Has anyone told you that you have to hurt him?"

"No, but they keep sayin' that he deserves it and that they'll always hate him for what he did."

"Evan, how do you feel about what he did? Do you hate your uncle?" Grandpa asked.

"No sir; I don't hate him. I don't know how I feel, really. I just know that I can't hurt him and I don't want him to think I would or that I do hate him. I guess, really, I don't feel a whole lot of anythin' for 'im, now." Grandpa continued to hold the boy and was now rocking with him a little.

"Then, I'd say that probably puts you ahead of your brother and your cousins. Do you understand why?" Evan shook his head. "Evan, you should learn that hate is not the opposite of love. I know that sounds strange to you but think about it. Love is an emotion; so is hate, just a different kind. So, if both are an emotion, what is the opposite of emotion?" Evan sat with the man, leaning against his chest. Grandpa had been rubbing his back while they talked, now he began to lightly rub the inside of Evan's leg. Unless the boy was completely out of it, he would react. "Evan, what is the opposite of 'yes'?"

"The opposite of 'yes' is 'no'." Evan answered, a little confused, but he continued to think. Grandpa continued to tickle the inside of the boy's leg. "If love is a 'yes' emotion, then the opposite is 'no' emotion?" Evan queried.

"Exactly, the opposite of love, a feeling, is to have no feeling. Didn't you just tell me that you didn't feel a whole lot of anything towards your uncle now? That means you've moved on so that he can no longer be an emotional burden to you. Your brother and cousins hate him, they are carrying around the weight of negative feelings." Evan wrapped his arms around Grandpa and held on. He understood what grandpa was trying to tell him, or, at least, he thought he did. The other thing he understood was that Grandpa was playing with his personal boy toy and it affected how he felt. It felt good, real good.

TJ sat on his heels and smiled as he listened to what Grandpa was saying. He understood and hoped that Evan did also. TJ also knew that Grandpa had begun to play around with Evan and direct his thoughts to the pleasures of his body. TJ laughed as he saw Evan begin to squirm in the older man's lap. His lover was always an easy turn-on and this was a new experience for all of them. When Evan squirmed so that he mostly faced forward and Grandpa began to pinch and manipulate the boy's nipples, TJ moved in and swallowed the boy sword he was so familiar with. Together, two males on opposite ends of the age spectrum, enjoyed watching someone they both cared about. The pleasures his body provided over-rode the emotional turmoil of the moment. To a fourteen year old boy, sexual pleasure could over-ride just about anything.

"Mmmmmmmpppphhhh . . .uuhhhh . . .uuuuhhhh . . .oh gaahhhd . . .Grandpa .oh .oh.'

Evan was lost in a sexual fog. He knew that Grandpa was tongue bathing his ear and sucking on his neck. He was also very familiar with the throat muscles that massaged his boyhood. He cried out his pleasure as his back arched and his head bent back over Grandpa's shoulder. When he first sat in Grandpa's lap, he cried from hurt; now, he cried for more pleasure and was not denied. In fact, it all ended much too soon as Grandpa twisted both nips hard enough to make the boy both cry out in lust and lose control so that he filled his lover's mouth and throat with his juices.

Sweat formed an enticing sheen over the boy as he drifted down from his sexual high Grandpa continued to play with the boy and stimulate him. TJ reached over and kissed his lover, sharing the boy's own juices with him. Evan could also feel someone playing with his hole, fingering him, while another hand worked over his testicles. Evan never went completely soft, but was soon ready for more action.

"Boy, it's time to stop the cryin' and poutin', I think you've already figured it out. Me and TJ here are ready for a good old fashion, butt poundin' ass fuck. Think you can handle it?" Evan just gleaned at the thought and jumped up to meet the challenge. . "I'm ready. Think you can handle it?" Evan teased as he flexed his cheek muscles, one at a time, and made them bounce right in front of Grandpa.

"Try me, boy, just try me. I got a itch in me on both ends that only a fourteen year old can scratch. Your boyfriend here needs to do some pounding on his own. Think you can handle it?"

Grandpa positioned himself on all fours. TJ approached him from the back while Evan took the front. TJ was hot and more than ready after the brief session bringing Evan off. He reached for the KY and was not too gentle getting Grandpa ready. TJ felt bad for not being more gentle with the older man until he realized that Grandpa liked it a little rough. When the hole was properly lubed, TJ placed the tip of his sword at the opening.

"Ram it in boy!" Grandpa commanded and TJ complied in one powerful thrust. He almost knocked Grandpa over and was concerned until the old man looked back and smiled. "Nice one, boy."

Grandpa then reached forward and pulled Evan to him. Evan was excited and ready for action, but he didn't get what he expected. Rather than pulling Evan's manhood into his mouth, Grandpa greedily sucked both of the boy's testicles into his mouth and began slapping them with his tongue. Evan nearly cleared the floor when he cried out from the new sensation. He thought his grandpa was going to try and swallow the twins.

Grandpa then proceeded to teach both boys a new lesson in pleasure.

End Ch Fifty-Nine

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com