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Chapter Eighty-Four: New Horizons
"Hi. I'm Danny and these are my friends and we are here to visit with you."
Danny finished with his trademark smile and tilt of the head that always charmed anyone who saw him. When he finished he turned to Daniel for approval. To Danny's delight, rather than getting the signal to mingle with the people in the audience, Daniel held his arms out for the boy to come to him. Danny quickly ran over, his little cheeks bouncing under his Cherub breechcloth, and sat on Daniel's lap.
"Good morning, ladies and gentlemen, this is Elizabeth Risler, your host, and that was Danny from New Horizons welcoming you to today's session of The Morning Show." As Elizabeth spoke, the camera panned away from Danny and to Elizabeth and then panned out to reveal that Elizabeth had two young boys sitting in her lap.
"With Danny today are two of his little friends from New Horizon. On my left is Ian, and on my right Brian. Danny and these two boys are the youngest boys at New Horizon, all three being only five years old."
"Five anna half," Danny whispered to correct Elizabeth.
"Excuse me, I've just been corrected," Elizabeth stated, smiling at the audience. "The boys are five and a half; that half is important at their age." The audience responded with smiles and light laughter, acknowledging their understanding.
"Also, with these three young gentlemen, you will note that we have several more young men standing behind us, also in their Cherub costumes. Each time Daniel brings the Cherubs here, I marvel at how good looking they are with their brightly colored cloths, copper, silver and gold jewelry and those marvelous tans. Boys, you are absolutely beautiful." The boys were embarrassed, while the audience laughed and applauded at the remark that Elizabeth quickly corrected.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to insult any of you. Boys, you are positively handsome and I can assure you that any girl watching today is positively drooling at the sight of you." Elizabeth then returned her attention to the audience.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the boys will be circulating in the audience, just as they normally do when visiting us, to talk with you or answer any questions you may have. However, before the boys come out there, we wanted to direct your attention to the handouts that were in each seat and the monitors here in the studio. People watching at home will see what is on our monitors superimposed on your home television screen. With the audience's permission, I would like to read the verse:
"As a child, I ran, I played, I laughed through rose colored glasses.
At the end of each day I got a hug from those who loved me. Some
men came, they grabbed me, they hurt me. I was scared. I cried for
help but no one helped me. I cried for my mom and dad, they didn't
help me. Dragged away, I looked back and cried "I'm sorry! I promise
I won't be bad! Please!" They didn't help me. What did I do wrong?
Why did they no longer love me?
The room was bright, the floor was gray. I was naked. I was scared.
Some men grabbed me and dragged me away. They said I was a
animal. They hit me, they whipped me, they beat me. They made me
do things to please other men. They said I was bad. They said I was
ugly. I was lost. I was sad. I was a animal and nobody loved me.
Some men held me and took me away. The room was bright and the
floor gray. I was back where I was made a animal. They didn't whip
me. They didn't beat me. They said I was free. They took me away.
I run, I play, I laugh. They let me run free. They say I was a gift and
I am beautiful as He made me. I look for my rose colored glasses. Part
of me is empty. Who will love me?"
When Elizabeth finished reading, she paused. The studio was quiet, solemn. Elizabeth turned and looked at the boys, then addressed Daniel.
"Daniel, I understand the verse was written by several of the boys?"
"Yes," Daniel answered, sounding as though he was almost forcing himself to retain control of his tone, "they wrote it this past weekend. When it was brought to me, I read it and, initially, it struck me as . . . . well, I'm not too sure I can really put into words how it did strike me. I read it two or three times and realized there was a lot of meaning, a lot of emotion, in those words. In a few lines, the boys had written the message we at New Horizons wanted to get out to the public. To me, each verse is nothing short of heart wrenching, particularly the last verse."
"It's obvious the boys are describing something that happened to them and how they felt about it. Daniel, can you discuss this for us while we ask the boys to mingle with the audience?" Daniel looked at the boys and with a nod, the boys walked out to join the audience. Danny looked at Daniel and, with a smile from his hero, Danny, Brian and Ian also walked into the audience.
"In the first verse, the boys are telling you how they were taken from their homes and family. The parents, who have always protected the boy, are there, but do nothing to save him. The boys' reaction is typical for someone their age. They think they have done something wrong and are being punished, but they don't understand what it is they did wrong. The truth of the matter is that the child did nothing wrong. The child was being made to suffer for someone else's mistake. When the parents don't save him, he feels he is no longer loved.
"The second paragraph, or verse, is what happens at the slave center. The child is stripped and told he will never need clothes again. Only free people have the right to wear clothes. The child is now property that can be bought and sold, treated any way his master sees fit, just like an animal. The child is told not to complain because no one cares. He is just an animal whose duty is to please others. Some of these boys were part of a boy brothel, a couple came from an S&M club, where they were abused and used to please others.
"The last verse is where they were removed from the brothel or club and brought to us. We try to restore part of their lost childhood. The boys still wonder what the future holds for them. They know they are safe with us and that we care about them. However, everyone needs to be loved and they are asking who will love them. The question is not easy because, for these boys, after what they have been through, many families will consider them tainted even though the boys had no choice."
Elizabeth looked at Daniel for a moment, understanding everything he said. She addressed the audience and offered to open the floor to questions. A lady who appeared to be middle aged and well dressed, raised her hand to ask a question.
"Mr. Thompson, in the last verse it says 'They let me run free'. Are we to interpret that as meaning the boys are allowed to run naked? If so, what is the difference between the way you treat the boys and how they were treated by their masters. Aren't you also treating them as animals?"
"We believe there is a big difference. The master told the slave that he was not fit to wear clothes. It was viewed as a form of embarrassment and humiliation to degrade the individual. At New Horizons, we teach the boys they have nothing to be ashamed of. Father Andrew and Father David come to Fort Ogden to hold services for the boys, give communion and hear confessions; they also do a considerable amount of counseling. Not too long ago one of the boys asked a similar question of Father Andrew and was told that a similar question had been asked of the Pope. The answer given is found in a book titled "Love & Responsibility" written by Karol Cardinal Wojtyla, who became the Pope. In the book, the Pope tells us the body should not be viewed as shameful and that because God created the human body, it can remain nude and uncovered and preserve its splendor and beauty. The shamelessness that the master, or anyone, associates with nudity, is a function of the interior or mind of the beholder. We teach our boys to be proud of what they are and who they are. If you look closely at the boys moving among you now, you will notice that none of them have tan lines. They run free and stand proud because they choose to, not because someone makes them. The boys are very secure with themselves."
"Daniel," Elizabeth spoke to control the proceedings again, "we want to thank you for coming here this morning, particularly after the short notice we gave you and the boys. After receiving this verse, we thought it would be good to present it to our studio, as well as our television, audience. Can I ask where you will be going from here and whether there is something our audience members can do for the boys?"
"Elizabeth, we would like to thank you and the station for inviting us on today. When we leave here we will be going over to the hospital where, about every other week, we serve lunch to the seniors. The people enjoy having the boys there and being able to visit with them. Later I'll be talking with Captain Jackson and some other officials about a trip we have planned as a treat for the boys.
"If I may, I would like to ask the members of your audience, to read and think very carefully about the verse the boys have written. We are moving towards introducing proposed legislation that will dramatically alter the way slavery is handled in this state. That legislation, if passed, would require the institution to revert back to its original guidelines and prohibit the enslavement of minors or anyone else for civil infractions. Slavery was reintroduced as a way of controlling hardened criminals that refused to contribute to society. Innocent children should not be a part of that program."
"One more thing before you and the boys leave, Daniel. We know that after the court rulings, you picked up some more boys, boys that were slaves and are now free. Can you tell us anything about how they are doing?"
"Actually, the boys adapted to life at New Horizons much more easily and quickly than we anticipated. We had a boy assigned to each of the new boys as a guide and friend to help them. They are currently going through counseling. We are reviewing their files and searching for their families now. I've been told that the younger boys and the boys who were only recently enslaved can be prepared to be reunited with their families in the near future. Older boys and those that were enslaved for a period of time will require additional counseling."
"Is there anything that would prevent them from being reunited with their family?"
"Yes," Daniel answered matter-of-factly. "First, the boys have to want to go back to their families and the families must want the boy back. The families must also undergo some counseling and evaluations. If the counselor doesn't think either the boy or the family is ready, then we keep the boy until all parties can accept what's happened and move forward."
As the boys entered the dining room, most of the boys spotted Grandpa Smith and then smiled as they watched TJ and Evan approach the elderly gentleman and stand with him. Some of the boys laughed as they watched Grandpa slip a hand under the rear flap of the youths' breechcloth and gently rub their butts.
"Boys, I was beginning to wonder if you had forgotten about us old people today."
"No, Grandpa, we got held up at the television studio. A bunch of people wanted to talk to Mr. Daniel and some lady was askin' a bunch of questions," TJ answered, then added, "I don't think she liked the idea that we like to go naked all the time."
"Boys, don't worry about some ol' bitty complainin' 'bout that. She's probably just jealous that you don't stay with her all the time or that she can't run free. It's one of the curses of growin' old. Nobody wants to see our bodies 'cause they sag in too many places. That old lady's boobs probably sag below her waist unless she has somethin' to hold 'em up; that's assuming they haven't deflated like a pair of wrinkled balloons." The boys laughed at Grandpa's remarks. It was obvious he didn't let other people influence what he enjoyed or believed and didn't mind stating his opinion.
"Grandpa, are we gonna have a good time today?" Evan asked with mischief showing all over his grinning face. Grandpa laughed before he answered.
"Well I don't now if we are, but I think I can assure you that I am. Ready?"
Anticipating their time with Grandpa, both boys grinned and followed him into the private room. Daniel watched the boys leave with Grandpa and had to smile to himself.
"Daniel," Clinton Thorpe, the hospital administrator said, breaking into Daniel's train of thought. Daniel turned to acknowledge the gentleman.
"Clint, good to see you again."
"Well, I see Danny brought a couple of his little friends with him."
"Yeah, the other boys seemed to think that Danny was having all the fun. They've been with him before, but this is their first experience here," Daniel commented with a smile. "I think from the way the ladies are passing them around, they may not ask to come again. They are being loved to death."
Both men watched as the young boys were passed from one grandmotherly lady to another. The ladies enjoyed squeezing the boys and, on more than one occasion, buried the boy's face in their breasts and held the boy tightly. Daniel watched closely to make sure that during all the loving, the boys weren't literally smothered. None of the boys complained and could frequently be heard to giggle as someone tickled them. Ian, particularly, seemed to enjoy letting one of the ladies share her lunch with him. Daniel smiled as he watched Ian being spoon fed by one hand while the other tickled his bottom.
"Daniel, I don't know who enjoys this the most, the seniors or the children."
"I'd say both from what I can see now." Clint looked around the room before saying something to Daniel. Not seeing what he was looking for, he had to ask the question.
"Would I be correct in assuming that TJ and Evan are here and are with their regular host?" Daniel just looked at Clint and smiled.
"Boys, do you think you could please an old man without wearin' 'im out too much?" Grandpa always teased his two favorite teens.
"Grandpa, usually it's you wearin' us out. The usual?"
Grandpa smiled as the two boys approached and stood on either side. Raising himself out of his wheelchair, he stood and wrapped his arms around each boy one at a time. His bony fingers ran over soft teenage skin. One at a time, the boys wrapped their arms around the gentleman they now regarded as their true Grandpa, gave him a light kiss on the side of his neck followed by a little nibble to his earlobe, and told him they loved him and were there for his pleasure.
Grandpa stepped back, undressed and said nothing as he admired the two beautiful boys before him. He had special feelings for both TJ and Evan and loved them as much as if they were his true grandsons. Stepping up to TJ, Grandpa placed his hands on the youth's waist and then leaned over to first lick and then nibble his nipple. TJ arched his back as his breath hissed through clenched teeth, and smiled. Grandpa looked at the boy's reactions and repeated the process on TJ's other nipple. Patting TJ on the butt, Grandpa turned and repeated the process on Evan.
Neither boy had realized that, as Grandpa nibbled the second nipple on each boy, he had deftly slipped the knot on the thongs holding their breechcloths. As Grandpa sank to his chair, the boys' only clothing sank to the floor. When the boys felt the cloths drop, they looked at themselves, then Grandpa, and laughed. Grandpa just smiled.
TJ and Evan looked at one another and, with an unspoken communication, both boys leaned down to please Grandpa. TJ was on his left, Evan on the right. The boys nibbled at his ears and then began a slow, but thorough, tonguing of his ears. While their mouths sent currents of physical pleasure coursing through him, the boys also took a nipple each and began playing with it. The boys knew from experience that Grandpa enjoyed a mixture of tenderness and rough play. He enjoyed the opposing sensations of pleasure mixed with a little erotic pain. The boys pinched and twisted his nipples until they heard the grunts of pleasure. The older man had begun to grunt just before the boys jumped.
Grandpa sat in his chair, in a half-reclining position, lost in the pleasures the boys poured on him. Their tongues moved into his ear canal and reamed the sensitive tissues, sending chills through his body and forming goose bumps over his entire being. The pleasure was accentuated with the twisting and pulling of his nipples. All he could do was sit there and let the boys know how much he appreciated their attentions. While the boys pleased him, he reached out and placed the palm of each hand under the boys' scrotums. Allowing the scrotums and their contents to bounce in the palms of his hands, he slowly closed his hands around the young testicles and gently kneaded them. As the boys played with his nipples, Grandpa suddenly closed his fists and squeezed the boys balls, causing them to jump.
"YIIIPES!" both boys yelped as they jumped up and released Grandpa's nipples.
"Don't you young pups ever think your Grandpa can't get you to do what he wants," and he smiled at his favorite boys. The boys responded with a laugh of their own.
Still holding his dangling package, Grandpa guided TJ closer. When he was near enough, Grandpa kissed the end of his boyhood and flicked his tongue over the little slit. This was followed by sucking just the head into his mouth and running his tongue quickly around the sensitive edge. TJ gasped and whimpered as he closed his eyes and again went up onto his toes. Grandpa smiled to himself. With TJ now standing firm, Grandpa turned his attention to Evan.
Again, Grandpa kissed his boyhood, but didn't flick his tongue over the slit. Grandpa began to lick down the side of the shaft and nibble his way back up. Grandpa did this to each side of the teen pole and over the top. Evan whimpered while his knees began to shake. Sensing the rising pleasure and lust in each boy, Grandpa didn't move away from Evan, yet. The boys were too inexperienced to realize that much of Grandpa's pleasure came from hearing and feeling the pleasure he gave to 'his' boys.
Evan placed a hand on TJ's shoulder to steady himself. Grandpa continued to lick and nibble at the young shaft that had begun to radiate heat. Evan enjoyed the pleasure of his pole being bathed and nibbled so much that he hadn't realized that Grandpa had moved his hands between the boy's legs. As a natural response to the touch, Evan had subconsciously spread his legs, giving Grandpa access to his most private of areas. Grandpa sucked the head of Evan's boyhood into his mouth and, when he began to run his tongue around the edge, sending Evan into a pleasure frenzy, he pushed his second digit into Evan's anal passage, penetrating to the second knuckle. Evan yelped and a light sheen of sweat formed over his body.
TJ became the next beneficiary of Grandpa's ministrations. Knowing what Grandpa had done with Evan, TJ waited anxiously for Grandpa to penetrate him. TJ waited and waited, but Grandpa only massaged his testicles and continued to bathe his firm shaft. As Grandpa took the head into his mouth, TJ knew the time was near that he would enjoy the penetration. Grandpa did not swirl his tongue over the edge of the pulsing head as TJ anticipated. Grandpa gently settled his teeth on TJ's shaft and, using his grip on the boy's scrotum, slowly pistoned TJ in and out of his mouth. TJ was both excited and anxious that he might feel something sharp clamp down on his favorite toy. Unsure what was going to happen, TJ began to sweat. Grandpa could feel the tension and the sweat coating his boy and smiled to himself. When he felt TJ was totally concentrating on what might happen to his pole, Grandpa pushed his middle finger, penetrating TJ to the second knuckle. TJ jumped as he yelped and examined his pole for any possible damage. Grandpa looked up at TJ and smiling, said, "Gotcha."
Both boys spread their legs and bent down to give Grandpa better access to their young bodies. The boys knew that Grandpa was an expert at manipulating them for the greatest pleasure and surrendered to him completely. Grandpa pushed both fingers as deep as he could penetrate both boys and swirled each finger, massaging their anal walls. Both boys whimpered like pups in heat. Locating their prostates, Grandpa played their magic spots for the greatest pleasure, measuring the pleasure from the sounds emanating from the boys who were now putty in his hands.
While the boys rode wave after wave of sexual ecstasy, Grandpa continued to enjoy the taste of their erect and swollen poles. A connoisseur of boy oral sex, Grandpa held his breath as he pushed each boy deep into his throat, held his boyhood in place, and worked his throat muscles. Both boys had begun to do the dance of relief, pushing their pelvis forward as they danced on tiptoe, and pleaded for relief. Grandpa developed a rhythm, stroking the boys' magic spots, stopping occasionally to make them beg him not to stop, and then rubbing vigorously. With high pitched whimpers that increased in volume and length, becoming more a sound of pleading, the boys began to first gasp for air, and then their bodies convulsed, followed by a simultaneous eruption. Teen cream shot forth from two cannons desperate for relief, coating Grandpa, themselves, and the chair.
The boys collapsed into Grandpa's lap where he held them and rubbed their backs as they recovered. Grandpa watched the boys as they recovered. It was a toss up who enjoyed themselves more, the boys or Grandpa. Each, in their own way, had derived a great deal of pleasure from the brief session. As the boys recovered they became aware of what they had done to Grandpa and offered to clean him with their personal cleaning service. Grandpa thanked them for the offer, but thought in the interest of time, a warm washcloth would be better. After cleaning Grandpa and the chair, the boys lifted Grandpa in their arms and carried him to the bed. It wasn't that Grandpa couldn't walk to the bed, it was just that the boys felt they were there to serve him and wanted to carry him. The boys stood, waiting for their instructions; anxious to please.
"Boys, you know one of my favorite things is to get pig-stuck. Think you two can handle it?"
"Grandpa, we can always handle that kinda action. First, we gotta get you relaxed." TJ commented.
Grandpa wondered just how relaxed the boys thought he should be as he watched Evan open the door and say something to Grandpa's personal nurse. The nurse said something that neither Grandpa nor TJ could hear, but they did see him point into the room. Evan walked over to the cabinet the nurse had pointed out and retrieved a bottle. TJ smiled, knowing it was oil used to give patients a rubdown.
"Grandpa, you need to lie on your stomach. Me and Evan's got a treat for ya."
TJ climbed on the bed and straddled Grandpa. Sitting high on the old man's thighs, TJ positioned his boyhood so that it pushed part way into the crack of Grandpa's butt. TJ knew that as he moved up and down Grandpa's back with the massage, his boyhood would move along Grandpa's crack and both of them would enjoy the sensation. Pouring a little oil onto Grandpa's back, TJ began the massage. TJ knew he wasn't very proficient at massages, but he didn't think Grandpa would mind given the extra caresses that would be given.
Evan picked up the old man's foot and began massaging the instep. His thumbs moved in opposing directions and, occasionally, a finger slick with oil slid between his toes. Evan reached down a few times and sucked one of the old man's toes into his mouth and tickled it with his tongue. Both boys smiled as they watched Grandpa squirm on the bed and emit humming sounds of pleasure.
Turning Grandpa onto his back, TJ remained straddling the man while he lifted the wrinkled, but soft, scrotum in the palms of his hands and rolled testicles around with his fingers. Grandpa wore a permanent smile. Evan also climbed on the bed and straddled the mattress, but with Grandpa's head just touching his youthful package. Evan bent over and suckled an aged, but still sensitive, nipple into his mouth. He alternated between sucking, tonguing and nibbling at both of Grandpa's nipples. TJ slipped two fingers down and penetrated the talented orifice. Grandpa arched his back and inhaled through clenched teeth.
"Boys, I could stay here and let you two do me this way till I died and I'd die a happy man. However, I played with you so long, that we don't have much time. Why don't we get serious about this? TJ, you lift up and I think you know when I turn over what you can replace those fingers with. Evan, you stay where you are and this old man is going to bury his face in that nice soft, sweet smellin' bag hanging between those beautiful young legs and work on your pacifier. Remember, these nerves are old and worn, so you gotta give them some fast and hard attention to bring 'em to life."
Evan adjusted himself so that his feet were curled under his butt and settled down for Grandpa. Evan always smiled when his grandpa swallowed him in one gulp; his entire boyhood encased in a moist warmth. When Grandpa had gone all the way down on Evan, TJ held the man's hips and plunged into his depths with one hard push. TJ threw his head back and enjoyed the warmth and softness encompassing his rod. Grandpa moaned with satisfaction.
TJ watched Grandpa move up and down on Evan and tried to set his rhythm to the man's movement. They moved slow and easy, then hard and fast. TJ had to pause more than once to maintain control of his body and avoid ending this session before Grandpa was ready.
"Grandpa," Evan spoke softly, but the lust could be heard in his panting voice, "can I get under you? I need a pacifier, too."
Grandpa smiled as he adjusted his position and Evan moved under him. Man and boy were now in a top and bottom sixty-nine position. Evan put the tip of the well used senior rod in his mouth. Grandpa placed his lips back over the youth's shaft. Seeing everyone in position, TJ rammed his rod home, hard, pushing Grandpa both into and onto Evan, TJ moaned as Grandpa flexed his anal muscles, teasing the boy. As TJ pistoned in and out of Grandpa, so Grandpa both stroked Evan's mouth and Evan stroked Grandpa's.
Three males, two in the spring of their lives, one in the late fall of his, enjoyed the natural pleasures of their body and spirit.
Daniel felt his cell phone vibrate. Looking, he saw that Arthur was calling.
"Daniel, Arthur. I forgot that you would be in Orlando today. Have you talked with Paul?"
"Not since before the show with Elizabeth. Is something wrong?"
"I don't think you would say 'wrong'. You might say approaching chaotic. Captain Jackson should be calling you. I spoke with the judge a short while ago. The state has located a few more boys and the judge says if you can arrange for a physical there in Orlando, which is where the boys are now, he will accept faxed paperwork and release the boys to you today."
While Daniel spoke with Arthur, he noticed that Clint had also taken a call. Daniel needed to speak with Clint. He wanted the boys if he could get them, but needed Clint's consent to use the hospital facilities and staff. Clint saw the look Daniel gave him and held up a finger, signaling Daniel to wait a moment. Clint asked his party to hold a moment.
"It's Michael. He's calling about some boys needing physicals?" Clint advised and Daniel asked Arthur to hold while he explained the situation to Clint.
"Arthur, where are the boys now? You said they are in Orlando?"
"They are being delivered to Captain Jackson who has volunteered to get them to you and help with transportation, if you need it. The paperwork on the boys is being faxed through the police station." Before Daniel could end the call with Arthur, his call-waiting signal beeped in. Daniel didn't even look at his caller-id before answering.
"Daniel Thompson."
"Daniel, why do I think you were already on the phone?" Captain Jackson commented jovially. "Things are jumping round here. I assume you've spoken with Arthur?"
"That's why I had to delay answering your call. I had to cut him off."
Clint looked at Daniel and gave him the 'okay' sign.
"Captain, I understand you might have a special delivery for me?" Captain Jackson laughed.
"Good news travels fast, Daniel. If we're clear at the hospital, I'd say we will be there within the hour." Daniel let him know they had the go ahead from the hospital. "We have eight more for you between eight and eleven. I won't even waste your time asking if you can handle them. I'll call when we're ready to leave here."
"AAAAAAHHHHH!! . . .OOOHHHHH GAAAHHHHD! . . ." and the room burst out laughing as everyone turned towards the closed door, knowing exactly what had caused the exclamation.
"Daniel? What was that? Is everything alright?" the Captain asked.
"I'd say everything's just fine Captain, just fine," Daniel answered while laughing with everyone else in the room.
Daniel and the boys, still dressed as Cherubs, were having their lunch in the cafeteria when Captain Jackson arrived with the eight boys. Daniel told the boys to continue with their lunch as he stepped out to meet the Captain. Daniel noticed they were escorted by two policemen and the boys were dressed in orange jump suits that Daniel recognized as clothing issued at the jail. The boys appeared a little confused and frightened; they also looked down as slaves were normally trained to do.
"Daniel," the Captain said, greeting Daniel with an outstretched hand.
"Captain," good to see you. "I had planned on calling you before we left town, but you've changed our schedule a little." Daniel then turned to the boys.
"Boys, my name is Daniel Thompson. Has anyone explained to you what's going on?"
"Daniel, we just got them in last night and this morning. It's been a little hectic and I thought you might want to talk to them. We've tried explaining things to them, but I don't think it's registered. They're moving around like robots."
Daniel stepped up to one of the younger boys that he guessed to be about eight or nine years old. Daniel placed a finger under the boy's chin and lifted his head to look him in the eye. Daniel immediately noticed two things. The boy had tears in his eyes, which Daniel assumed was from fear, and he had very large dark brown, almost black, eyes that had a soulful, pleading look. When the boy realized he was looking straight at Daniel, he tried to avert his vision. Daniel kneeled to look straight at the boy.
"What's your name, son?"
"Paul, Master," The boy whispered.
"No, I'm not Master. The boys all call me Mr. Daniel. There will be no more masters. Do you know why you are here?" Paul shook his head.
"You are here to get a physical by the doctor. You are no longer a slave. You're free; do you understand?" Paul looked at Daniel blankly. "All of you are free. When we leave here we will take you where there are a lot of other boys just like you. You will be able to run and play and laugh and learn to be a child again."
Daniel did not see Danny walk up next to him. Danny stared at the boys in orange; the boys stared at Danny dressed as a Cherub. When Daniel did see Danny, he introduced him to Paul and the other new boys.
"This is Danny, one of the boys I was talking about. Danny, this is Paul. He and the other boys will be going home with us." Paul and the boys continued to stare at Danny.
"Sir . . .uh . .Mr. Daniel," Paul tried to address the adult as he had been told, "will we dress like that?" Daniel laughed.
'No, Paul. Danny is dressed like this for a special occasion. We have a few other boys with us dressed the same way at the moment. They will change before we leave here, but they're eating lunch right now and visiting with people." Daniel turned to look at Danny and asked, "Danny, do you dress like that at home?" Danny looked at his hero and was confused, knowing that Daniel knew he didn't. Danny then realized he was supposed to tell the other boys.
"No," Danny answered as he shook his head. "We dress like this." Before Daniel realized what Danny was about to do, Danny pulled the slip knot on his thong and stood in all his natural glory.
"See?" Danny said, "I'm bootiful!" Danny displayed himself with arms outstretched.
End Ch Eighty-Four To Be Continued Comments Welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com