After I rousted Max, Kyle and Timmy from bed-land that first morning; Timmy was the first to appear all showered coming down the hallway. As agreed, he was nude, ran up to me, threw his arms around my waist and put his face to my chest inhaling and said, "Mmmm! Good morning Daddy Duke - I love you, Max and Kyle so much! When I woke up in their bed last night, Max and Kyle were so kind and gentle with me. First we kissed and hugged. They are both great kissers, especially Kyle. Max is more like you and Rock, kind of, you know, rough and stuff that really made Kyle and me perform for him. Kyle is like me, gentle and sweet when he made love with Max and me. Max said he was his pussycat and I was his pussy-kitten. He had Kyle 69 with me as he stood over us on the bed looking down, jacking off watching giving us orders what he wanted us to do to him with our hands and feet. Max poked us both and he sure did make us squeal and moan we got so excited. He did wonderful things to me with his big fat pickle and I juiced three times into Kyle's mouth before he climbed on Kyle and got him to juice twice for me. Oh Duke, they are so wonderful. Max is a big hairy wild teddy bear and Kyle is so smooth and gentle. Then we all went to sleep. Oh Daddy Duke, I am so happy here already. I am so lucky you stopped for me yesterday. I love you three so very much!"
When Max and Kyle appeared they both had big smiles on their faces, went right to Timmy and started fondling him as I slyly said, "Pussy-kitten here told me that Grandpa Max really turned Pussy-cat and him on this morning. He said Max did wonderful things to him that made him juice three times for Pussy-cat." They both blushed, then Kyle quickly added, "Yes, and our boy here has the sweetest juice you ever did want to taste too, just like drinking sweet sugar water." Max added, "Yes indeed, we have ourselves one hot little pussy-kitten here Daddy Duke. Grandpa Max and Uncle Kyle are going to be tapping that sweet fountain of youth often. He gave us both a new lease on life, put some real spark back into our lovemaking!" He leaned over, gave Kyle a big hug, a kiss and pulled Timmy to them to join in a three-way kiss. I walked over to the three of them and handed them each a glass of orange juice and said, "Well, just look at us now, all members of the Anita Bryant Fan Club posing for our first orange juice commercial." We broke out laughing, but Timmy had no idea what the meaning was behind my joke until I explained it all to him later.
After our 11:00am brunch we sat around the table, discussed Timmy's future, some of the obstacles we might have to deal with. We all agreed, no matter what happened, we were not going to turn Timmy over to authorities, we would just face any obstacles, one at a time as they surfaced, until we had things worked out and under control. We also agreed that we would try to locate Timmy's brother Terry who most likely was living somewhere here in San Francisco. Max pointed out that if we called Fresno when Tim's mother was at work and talked to Rock we might do better in getting Irene Mello to cooperate with us through him. We were probably going to need her to try to locate Terry or to get additional information about the boys. Of course, we could threaten either of them with exposure, but thought Rock might be more likely to be helpful, since he was the one that was molesting both boys. When questioned, Timmy told us that Rock never ever worked, except for selling street drugs, as he was only 28 now himself. Their support was the mother's salary, working as a nurse's aid and welfare payments for all the children.
I called Rock, talked with him for over half an hour about both boys. He was most helpful, especially after I told him if he and Irene didn't cooperate with me I could turn them into the authorities for multiple violations, probably have the children taken away from them and loose their welfare payments. I found out that Rock was the one that took Terry to the city, not Irene as Timmy thought. He sold him for $300 to a black guy he knew named Dayton Jackson that ran a group of young boy prostitutes. At the time, it was located somewhere on South Divisadero near the gay Castro District, but he said they were forever moving locations to avoid the law, but kept the same phone number for the business. I found out that Timmy's brother Terry had called a couple of times for things he needed or he wanted - social security card, birth certificate and a couple of pictures of his biological dad. His last call was almost three years ago, at which time he did leave an address and telephone number where he was living in the city. He gave them to me. I told him I might need their assistance in the future to legally adopt Timmy or need them to call to get his school records transferred. I told him to send us his social security card and his birth certificate immediately, gave him a PO Box number Max used for the business and our telephone number and finalized that conversation. After that call, we all felt better!
I called the telephone number Rock had given me for Terry and a woman answered. I said, "This is the operator; I have a person-to-person call for a Terry Mello from Timmy Mello." I figured she might not put Terry on the line if she thought something might be suspicious with an older deep voice like mine. I heard her, "Hey Terry, telephone - the operator says from a Timmy Mello!" I held the telephone and put the speakerphone on so we could all hear his voice and conversation. I had already instructed Timmy what to say and what not to say to Terry in case his captors were listening to the conversation on an extension. Terry's voice came on the line.
"Hello Timmy buddy - you here in the city little guy?" Timmy started to flow, just hearing his brother's voice turned on his waterworks, but he finally was able to continue.
"Terry I really missed you! Mama dumped me too Terry, just like you with just your telephone number, 20 bucks and the clothing on my back. What should I do?"
"Oh Timmy, you don't want to come here little buddy, Dayton will turn you into one of his pussy boys like he has all of us. I can't let that happen to you too little brother. You can not come here, I'll meet you at the Greyhound Bus Terminal between Market and Mission on 7th Street at 7:00pm this evening, as I have a trick downtown at 6:00pm and should be done with him before 7:00pm. Wait for me buddy if I am late! We will talk about it then, OK! Oh, here comes Dayton, I have to hang up now Timmy or he will know something is up and try to get me to con you here for him to enslave. See you later little brother!" The line was still open as we heard Dayton ask him whom he was talking to when he said, "My little brother called me Dayton - that is all Sir!"
We could hear Dayton slap him around shouting, "I warned you bout personal calls on this company phone enough times Terry. When are ya gona learn! It be time for ur pills agan boy! Now git ya pretty white ass in thar so Clifford can give yu yu'r medications. He will make you feel real good agan Terry baby! The doc increased your dose agan baby so ya stay nice en smooth for daddy Dayton en Clifford. Yu runs away one more time boy and I be puttin da shackles back on ya. Maybe selling yur ass like I do Victor last week! Yu'r ass be mine, all mine fer good boy! When Clifford done fuckin yu, ya come to my bedroom en, I gives ya some of dis big black dick agan. Now, yu make it snappy, my dicks drippin lookin at yu'r hot white nekid ass! Yu knows how I likes dat white boy ass of yu'rs baby! Now hang up da mother fuckin phone en get movin." The line went dead and I just shook my head at Max and Kyle whom listened to the jerk.
Two minutes later the phone rang right back! Max said, "The bastard must have Caller ID and realizes that Timmy is calling from a San Francisco number. Timmy you are going to have to answer and talk to the bastard. Let him talk to you because he is going to obviously try to get you to come to him or tell you where you are so he can pick you up. Try to get him to tell you his address, then tell him you are in town with your mother shopping, calling from a bar in the city where one of her friends works. Tell him nothing more! Now answer the call Timmy, OK!" Max whispered. "Shish," pushed the speakerphone button and gave Timmy the sign to talk.
"Hello, this is Timmy, who is this, is it you Terry, we got cut off or something!" Sure enough, it was dick head Dayton's voice again.
"Well little guy hello, sorry yu got cut off while talkin to Terry. I be Terry's boss en Terry told me all about yu, but had to run out fer awhile. He says I should call yu back and give you our address or get yur address, pick yu up en bring yu here to live with us. Does you be a pretty little blond boy like Terry too Timmy, en how old are yu boy?"
"Oh yes sir, I'm 12 now! How did you know we look alike, only I have long blond hair and his is short and he is 2years an 2 months older? What is your name and address Sir, I have some money that mama gave me. I'm downtown somewhere."
"My name is Dayton. Yu catch a cab en tell em to take yu to 258 Divisadero Street Timmy en tell the driver I will pick up the tab when yu arrive ifn yu don't have nuff moneys. Yu got dat address Timmy, 258 Divisadero Street. Have him honk when yu arrive! Now yu hurry Timmy en Dayton fix yu up with some grub, a place ta sleep, and gives yu a nice big black dick ta play wit just like Rock do wit ya boy! Yu like dat Timmy - Dayton makes you real happy boy?"
"Oh Dayton yes that would be fun, only I'm not staying in town. Mom brought us shopping for new school clothing and she is in the bar talking with her friend that works here. I called from their office phone Sir because I am too young to be in the bar. We are leaving for home in just a little bit, but I wanted to talk to Terry before we left. Oh, thank you Dayton Sir, I hope to meet you someday but have to hang up now. Please say goodbye to Terry."
"Wait little guy, just remember yu are welcome ta come visit anytime. Hey boy! Yu be sure and tell Rock hello from me en tell him I got 500 dollars if he be interested in makin me another deal like three years ago. Now, yu be sure en tell him Timmy, OK! Have Rock call me! Bye for now Timmy!" The phone went silent!
Max put his arm around Timmy and said, "I couldn't have done it better myself Timmy. You are a very smart young man indeed!"
Timmy turned to me and asked, "If Terry wants to leave Dayton, could he maybe come live with us too so we could be together again?" Max and Kyle both were at my side holding Timmy when Max said, "Hell, I don't see why not do you Kyle and Duke? We have room for two boys in our lives around here! Timmy, Terry is going to have to want to come though. Let's see what happens when we talk with him tonight and go from there, OK! Right now Duke and Kyle need to get you to the store and get you some clothing, especially a warm coat and some long pants so you can be warm for tonight's visit with Terry." Max took Timmy in his arms, held him to him and almost broke into tears himself. "Hey Kyle, take my credit card with you! Get what ever our little Timmy needs - boxers, some of those nice low rider baggie pants I see all the kids wearing these days, fancy runner shoes, but definitely a warm coat or two." Max looked at me and said, "The boys expenses are mine Duke - no arguments OK! I want to spoil my new Grandson!" Timmy nestled into Max and gave him a big kiss and said, I love you Grandpa Max!"
Kyle had a field day with Max's credit card purchasing clothing. Timmy and I shuffled behind him from store to store, Timmy trying on clothing, shoes, coats until Kyle finally said, "OK guys I know your getting bored with this, only one more shop and we can go home! Max insisted that I find Timmy leathers and boots. I know just where to go for them! Come along now! Pick up your heals!" Finally, going on to 5:00pm, we arrived home. Max saw us pulling into the carport and came running to help us in with all the boxes and bags. He asked Kyle, "Did you find leathers and boots to fit him Kyle?" Kyle smiled and answered, "Yea Max, just wait till you see him in them - HOT STUFF, and wait until you see the leather chaps, Wranglers and the baggie pants on him!" Max said, "Come along we have to get moving, eat and get things set up for the bartenders so we both can go with Duke and Timmy to meet Terry at 7:00pm. We would not want to miss this reunion now would we! Duke, you fix dinner, Kyle you tend to cleaning up Timmy and getting him dressed in something warm and I will take care of what has to be done downstairs with the registers, cash, and bartenders. Let's all get moving!" He picked up Timmy, gave him a hug and said, "Max missed you while you were shopping Timmy," then sat him back down on his feet.
At ten to 7:00pm the four of us were standing in the main lobby of the Greyhound Depot. Timmy was beside himself in anticipation to see his brother after three long years. We decided it would be better if we sat off to the side and let Timmy greet his brother first, as our presence might scare him away if we were all huddled together in one spot. We told Timmy to walk around but stay within our sight and at about 7:40pm we saw him make a dash to a young blond. There was no doubting that the 15year old carried the same genes as Timmy - same blond hair, blue eyes and fair complexion. They could have passed for identical twins, were it not for the fact that Terry was older and going through a growth cycle. He stood 6 to 8 inches taller. His blond hair was very long, done in CornBraids that came down just below his shoulders. He was dressed in bright colored African attire, right down to the sandals, beaded earrings dangling from each ear and the wide beaded choker necklace. Terry dropped to his knees, wrapped his arms around Timmy and held him, looked up into his eyes and they kissed. They were talking for a few minutes when Timmy pointed over to us, took Terry's hand and led him to us.
As they approached, it was evident that Terry was not a little boy anymore. He had breasts that already looked well developed as a 15 year old girl might have, wore makeup and light lipstick. He made absolutely a gorgeous, beautiful young girl. As we sat and talked with him, bringing him up to date about Timmy, little Timmy clung to him. We found out that Dayton and Clifford, one black, the other white, ran a very specialized prostitution ring of very young children and Terry was used mostly for their personal pleasures and to help with the young kids. Terry explained, as he began to enter puberty, they had his penis surgically removed right down to the base. His balls were sewn up inside, leaving only an insignificant little circle with a hole in it through which to pee and ejaculate. Now, he was only able to climax through stimulation on the prostrate gland, making him the perfect male whore for them, completely functional but without the male genitalia exposed. He said the operation, called a modified scrotal Urethrostomy was not common. To keep him from growing body hair the doctor has him on prescription drugs and give him shots periodically, accounting for the breasts and female traits that have started to develop. He said they have made him into a she-male without a pecker or visible balls, and needed anal penetration in order to climax.
He said he had run away a few times before the surgery, but always went back for lack of anywhere else to go. Dayton and Clifford used him as their private she-male because they both liked his looks and sexual abilities. Most the other boys, as they entered puberty, sold to other dealers. However, lately he frequently had to trick with guys that specifically wanted a white she-male and would pay big bucks for the services that he can provide. We found in our questioning that the other boys were between the age of 6 to 9. Terry told us most of their clients are into very young boys - true pedophiles. Something I had not realized was the fact that most were straight guys that just liking having sex with children, especially young boys. They have an underground clientele that pays big bucks for the real young kids, even buy and sell them. They also make videos of the young white boys having sex with guys, and that is a large portion of their business. They make big bucks marketing the videos to a very specialized group of clients around the world.
Timmy said, "Terry you can come live with us. Max, Kyle and Duke said you could. They said it would be great having two boys in our new family!" Terry looked at all of us and asked, "Even though I'm not a boy anymore? I'm a she-male without a dick, hidden balls, get all emotional and effeminate, cry so much lately on the medications I have to take. Besides, I'm kind of a little tramp now, require a lot of anal penetration to keep me from lusting for a men!" Max put his arm around him and said, "Yes Terry, we all would love to have you in our new little family with your brother Timmy! I'm sure we three big guys can take care of your needs don't you guys?" Kyle and I smiled and I said. "Not to worry Terry, I'm sure we can keep you well oiled as long as you like big dicks because both Max and I are real big in the cock department. How about it Terry - make your little brother here real happy and live with us?"
Terry said, "How can I get away, and who will take care of all the little guys I comfort every day in the stable? They depend on me now to teach them how to read and write, take then out to the park and love them." I answered, "Terry, you have to think of what is best for you and Timmy now. You can get your belongings and meet us outside waiting in the van for you. As far as the little guys, we can call the authorities, the place will be raided; Dayton and Clifford will be put out of business. The little ones will be placed in foster homes somewhere with real parents and be able to be educated and loved. Otherwise, they do not have a chance for a real life. You know that; just look what they did with you Terry! You better do it now while you have the opportunity!"
Terry said, "I got to get back or they will know something is wrong, come looking for me like always. Dayton will beat me as he always does, take my clothing and put the ankle restraints back on me. I should be back already! I haven't regained their trust since the last time I ran away!"
Max spoke up, "Terry, do you want to be with us or stay where you are?" Terry answered, "Oh with Timmy and you guys!" Max continued, "OK then, here is what we are going to do - listen carefully! We will take you back in the van, park across the street and wait for you to get your personal stuff - try to get your medications to get you bye until we can get you to the doctor. I assume, you know the doctor you have been seeing." He nodded Yes! "You get in and out of there as fast as you can. If you are not back out to the van in one hour we will come in and get you. Then we will call the authorities immediately. If you come within the hour, we will call the authorities in the morning, one of us can sit down the street in the van, make sure they raid the place. We will also see that the children are safe and picked up by Children's Protective Services. Any questions Terry?" He answered, "No Sir, but it may take the full hour for me to make my getaway." Max said, "Well let's get going then!"
Kyle drove the van, Terry co-piloted in the passengers seat as Max went over and over what he was to do to get out of there safely and back to us. It went well. He climbed out a side window with a backpack in his hand about 45 minutes later and we headed for home. He and Timmy cuddled together talking and laughing all the way back on the way home. Kyle headed down to the bar to check on the bartenders. Max and I tried to make Terry feel comfortable, part of the family, showed him around. Max and I sat around watching the tube, letting he and Timmy roughhouse, make popcorn, catch up with what had happened in their lives since three years prior. At about 10:00pm Terry whispered something to Timmy and they both came to Max and me. Timmy jumped into Max's lap, hugged him and then whispered something in his ear. Max smiled and said softly, "Absolutely, my little pussy-kitten. Give me some sugar little guy!" Terry dropped to his knees in front of me, put both hands on my crotch, looked up into my eyes and said. "Duke, I am really horny for you, been wanting this big thing every since I saw it moving like a snake against your thigh at the Greyhound Depot. It feels really big, must be huge when it is hard, and my bottom is on fire and twitching. I really need to be screwed Daddy Duke! I warned you guys about how I get horny and need a lot of attention. I have been taught to beg for it. Does that turn you on Daddy?" I smiled down at him and said. "YES Terry, I would like that; however, I think you and your brother should both get nude for us so both Max and I can see you two in the raw first. It will get us horny too just looking at you two nude beauties. Timmy, tell your brother the house rule baby!"
Timmy said, "As long as we are in the house and don't have house guests, we are required to go nude!" Terry smiled, jumped to his feet, lifted his long African looking Sarong up over his head and kicked off his sandals. He wore absolutely nothing underneath the loose garment. His breasts, large nipples and quarter size areolas were breathtaking. He was totally free of any body hair and his groin was perfectly void of all genitalia, just a little circle nubbins where his dick had once existed. It had a tiny little pee slit right in the center that was oozing pre-cum like crazy already. Max reached over, rubbed his finger in the juice, put it to his lips and said, "Mmmm - fantastic taste!" He took another sample and put it to Timmy lips. Timmy said, "Mmmm yea, Neat-O Terry! You are beautiful brother! They turned you into a real beauty!" His hips, below a tiny waist, were beginning to develop the look of a girl's broader bottom half. He spun around, wiggled his cute bubble butt at us and said, "Now it is your turn Timmy, you know the house rule little brother." Timmy jumped down out of Max's lap, was out of his clothing sporting his 6inch hard-on to Terry in less than a minute. He then jumped right back up into Max's lap and settled in watching Terry. I reached and massaged Terry's little slit, covered my fingers with his juice, put it to my mouth and smiled.
I stood up and said, "OK Terry, you can undress me now and get me all hot and show daddy how you make love to a man. He removed my shirt first, loosened my belt, popped the top button and lowered the zipper. He removed my boots, socks, then he was on his knees with his face on my crotch chewing on the material covering my salami as he slowly lowered my Wranglers. His nose went immediately to my pubic bush as he continued to lower the pants down to my ankles. He assisted removing my big size 14's from the bunched material and I kicked the Wranglers aside. His nose went right back to my groin and inhaled deeply gathering my male scent, rubbing his cheek against my semi letting the pre-cum streak his chin and neck. Max had opened his shirt, opened his britches. He scooted down on the sofa and pulled Timmy back so he was sitting on his stomach and six pack. Timmy had Max's cock in between his own nude legs, holding their dicks together, gently stroking them with both hands, watching Terry intently. Both seemed to be oozing profusely. Max was pinching Timmy's nipples and nibbling on his neck and shoulders rubbing his face in Timmy's long blond locks.
Terry, nested into my danglers. It would have taken a crowbar to break him away, the pressure he was putting against my massive ball sacks licking and sucking male pheromones from the hairy devils. His hands were going up and down my thighs and he was moaning, expressing his lustful pleasure on my pendulums. I lifted his head up, looked down into his delirious eyes and directed his mouth to my dick head and said, "OK Terry, work on the big dick for awhile!" He sucked his tongue into the dripping nectar oozing from the 1inch loose foreskin extension. His tongue slowly entered the damp cavern of loose wrinkled skin and rolled until I felt the tongue enter and tease my piss hole. One hand went to my danglers and played with them as the other worked my foreskin back exposing my cock head. The Smegma had obviously built up since my last shower early yesterday. He went wild trailing his tongue through the white cheese. He wanted it all quickly so he just wrapped his lips over the white coated glands and rotated his head, working his tongue as a shovel pumping it between his lips and gums. He worked his head down further on the shaft and his tongue went right to work gathering the funk, spreading it along the underside of my cock shaft, and working it back and forth over his taste buds. He took all 13 inches right down bouncing over his uvula into the esophagus. He let out a low moan of pleasure.
I looked over and Timmy had greased himself up and slid down over Max's fat pickle and was dancing in his lap squeezing his little 6incher so he would not explode prematurely. Terry was busy doing a hot deep throat number on my salami. He had been trained well, worked his throat muscles over my cock shaft until I convulsed, filled his stomach with spunk. Two shots went down directly into the gullet, two over his tongue and the last two he pulled and let shoot over his lips and chin. He then used my dick to scoop it off his chin and lips and feed it back to himself like a big blunt spoon. Timmy handed Terry the lube with his free hand, smiled and said. "Don't forget to beg brother; you won't be disappointed - I know!"
Terry looked up into my eyes, smiled and said. "Daddy Duke, please give me what I need to climax. I am so horny now I will do anything you want for a good rough pounding up the ass. Please Daddy Duke just put some of this lube in me and on your manhood and let me have multiple organisms as you fuck me silly. Please! Please! Please! I beg you Daddy!"
"Lay over my lap and let me get you opened up then Terry!" He said, "Oh you don't have to do that Duke, just grease it up a little along with your cock. I will open right up for you, I promise!" Sure enough, once I worked a little with my finger into his pucker hole, it opened right up and snapped at me. I was so impressed, I found myself playing with it, watching it snap open and shut grabbing at my fingers. Both Timmy and Max were watching in awe as Max said, "Would you look at that - I've never seen anything like that in all my years before. It's a regular little fuck machine with soft pink lips isn't it Timmy?"
I sat him in my lap facing me, told him to slide down over me slowly, still thinking I had to open him up a bit. He mounted me in one smooth movement, as he was on a water slide, needing to plunge into the pool below as quickly as possible. He bounced, using his knees and legs to control his thrusts. He needed no time to adjust to my size, and remained tight and in control of his muscles. They seemed to squeeze, undulate and massage on each stroke. I could see I needed to give this hot ass a wild ride indeed. I slid forward and told him to grab my neck and hold on. I lifted us both on to my feet as he wrapped his legs around my waist, remaining attached to the root. His nose nestled into my chest inhaling my scent, twisting his tongue in my damp, male musk scented chest hair.
As I removed Terry and myself off the sofa, Max lifted Timmy and rolled him over on his back on the sofa. He lifted Timmy's legs up on to his shoulders, was reentering him as I carted Terry to the nearest wall. I placed Terry's back against the wallboards, gradually pounded his sweet ass faster and harder until I had him in a frenzy with lust shooting one load after the other from that little hole in his groin. He was lusting, moaning and squealing as his strong shoulders helped pound himself deeper over my manhood. I could hear little Timmy squealing behind me as Max fucked his pretty boy pussy. I knew I had some work to do to ever get Terry to control his organisms, since he had no way to pinch them off by squeezing his dick. I just let him have his pleasure bringing him up to a raging climax four times, before I pulled from him, pulled my foreskin back and reinserted. It did not take long then - I shot my spunk into him and we both slowly came back down to earth. He clung to me as I lowered his legs on to the floor. I walked to the kitchen sink and sat on a stool, told him to clean his mess with his tongue watching Max and Timmy still going at it on the sofa. After Terry had me clean of his skeet, I ushered him into Max and Timmy, told him to assist them both to get off before they knocked the springs out of the sofa. He greased up a finger and poked it up into Max's ass and it took Max to a quick climax causing Timmy to shoot his load.
About that time, Kyle returned from the bar. He joined Max and Timmy on the sofa and arrived just in time to lap up Timmy's sweet watery load off both of them. Shortly they said goodnight and the three of them went to the bedroom. Terry and I embraced, I lifted him into my arms and carted him to my bed and he nestled into my arms and quickly dropped off to sleep. I sucked and fondled his nipples for awhile, played with his little pee hole and inhaled his boy scent before pulling the covers up over us and dropping off to sleep. During the night, Timmy nudged me awake and asked if he could sleep with Terry. I pulled the covers back, let him crawl in beside Terry. He cuddled up next to his brother and dropped right back to sleep as I covered the three of us up and dropped right back to sleep.
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