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 The Beginning of the End by William Rush

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   The Beginning of the End

   There are things that each man wishes to forget.  We shut these things
off to the corner of our souls, but they whisper.  We ignore them and act
like they do not exist, but they are there, calling softly, and when they
finally have called long enough, we hear them.  It is then that they come,
like a flood in the valley.  No matter where we turn, we cannot escape, and
before we know it we are drowning.  The waters pulls us down and to where
we do not know.  There is no escape.  The more we struggle, the more
desperate we become.  Soon we give up and let the water have its way.  Some
of us pray that we will make it through, but some of us hope that the water
will take us.

   This is the story of a man who has a secret, something he has kept for a
long time.  He has kept it for so long, he forgot he even owned this
secret, but today it whispers to him.  Today he can feel the drops of water
on his skin.  It is coming.  The skies are darkening.  It is only a matter
of time.

   ----------

   Everyone will know what's happened.  Now they'll only see the dark side
of me.  They'll only know the stories others tell.  We all had to go
through things, that's the truth.  What I went through aint no worse than a
lot of others went through, but I broke and they didn't.  That's my sin.

   The boy can't stop talking.  He's felt it, that pull that tugs at you.
He don't know it yet, but he'll never stop now.  I know this for a fact,
cause I know I wont stop, no matter how much I want to or try to, once you
start, you just don't stop.  I look at the boy and regret everything now.
In the heat of the moment regret is an empty glass, but once it's had time
to sit and collect all your thoughts, it gets full quick.

   I wish the boy would shut up.  I listen to the rush of wind as we drive
across the prairie.  In the distance I see the town.  This is it, all
that's left of civilization for me.  My body is numb, but my mind is
hurting, like a thousand pin pricks, for a moment here and there I see the
faces of men who I've known flash forward like spirits, they dance on the
end of my tongue.  I think I can remember their names.  I remember their
touch.  What could bring me to this place.  I thought I was a better man
than this.

   "I wonder if they've had dinner yet," Bobby says.  He don't understand
what's happened, hasn't got an inkling.  He thinks he's a boy still, but
he's not, he's become a man.  A filthy man, all the innocence washed clean.
I know it, they might tell me different.  The serpent spoke...  and I
listened.

   We all like to blame someone else.  I'd like to say it was the man who
tied me up and caned my ass all night when I ten or the man who made me do
things with his dog when I was eleven, but it wasn't any of them.  My only
friend told me what it was that turned us this way, it was our conscience.
Somewhere along the lines it got mangled.  I know it's true.  In most ways
I'm sure I'll be a good man, but in that one way, because I took that
taste, there's no going back.

   Bobby is a good driver.  He knows how to handle a vehicle.  He moves it
around like it's a toy and he sliding it along the ground in his hand.  I
feel every bump as we go and dinner dont sound so good.  As we get towards
the gate I stand and wave my arms above my head.  I can see them looking at
me through their binoculars.  It's dusk and all the gates are closed now.
No one gets in Little Bow after dusk without being known.  Too many bandits
in these parts.  Moved down when all the cities ran out of oil in the
north.

   We drive through the gate slow and the guards wave, I'm sure they wish
it was them going out on patrols or hunting parties, or whatever they call
what I do.  I'm sure they have their thoughts about me and Bobby too, what
a man my age is doin hooked up with a teenager.  I'm sure they think he's
my punk.  I aint going to say much bad about Bobby though, except that the
capacity for good in him went out the door two nights ago.  Or maybe I'm
just being moody.

   Maybe Bobby is right and and for him sex is a biological function, but I
also know what sex was for me.  You can't tell me sex don't mess a child
up. I know first hand it does.  I knew it when I gave in and let Bobby give
in.  Bobby was the passage to what my heart really wanted.

   Now as we drive through town I'm wondering if they can tell what I've
done.  If they see it or maybe smell it.  Bobby is smiling away as if he
don't have a care in the world.  To a kid, bullying another kid is just the
natural order of things, I guess.  When you're the younger kid though, it's
only natural to run.

   ----------

   His lungs burned as he ran.  He could hear them yelling as they chased
him.  He knew hiding wasn't an option, they knew this area of the shacks
like the back of their hand.  He shouldn't of come here, he should've
stayed near the barracks, but he hadn't seen his sister in five days and he
had to find her.

   "Over there," One of the boys hollered.

   He picked up the pace, not knowing how much farther he could go, they
were bigger than him and he knew they were catching up, it wouldn't be much
longer now.  That's when he ran into him.

   "Woah now," the soldier said, grabbing his arm.  "What's the rush."

   The boy tried to speak, but he was out of breath.  His chest heaved and
his legs felt like rubber, he looked over his shoulder at the boys, they
had stopped and were watching him.  The oldest, Seth, sneered, certain the
intruder had found a much worse fate at the hands of one of the Corporate
soldiers.

   "Were those boys bothering you?" The soldier asked.

   The boy shook his head, looking again over his shoulder, he said between
breaths, "no...  sir....  I'm just...  looking..."

   "Looking for trouble?" The soldier asked, increasing his grip.

   "My...  sister...." the boy said.

   "Well maybe I can take you to her," the soldier offered in a friendlier
voice.  "We can look for her together."

   "I can find...  her," the boy said, starting to regain his breath.

   "Don't look like you're doing a good job so far," the soldier said. 
"What's your name boy?"

   "Carl," the boy answered.

   "Carl," the soldier said.  "Until we find your sister, you're in my
custody.  What's her name?"

   "Diana," Carl said.

   ----------

   Bobby parked the car at the garage, handing the key to the mechanic on
duty.  He looked over his shoulder at Carl, he seemed to be someplace else,
which wasn't normal for Carl.  A part of the boy knew what was wrong and he
just shook his head.  They were just slaves, Bobby thought, no need to get
riled up.

   Carl walked towards the Scout's hut.  He heard the men inside laughing,
probably carrying on with some tramp from town.  He wasn't certain he was
in the mood for that.  He stopped outside, and searched his pocket for a
smoke, an old habit.

   He'd quit smoking a month ago when he started to wheeze while he was
chasing some thief through the market.  The kid was fast and had gotten
away, or maybe he'd let him.  Either way he didn't hear the end of it from
the other Watchers.

   Carl closed his eyes and could see the little boy Josh, his face
grimaced in pain, and he began to sweat.  He opened the door to see the men
on the other end of the bunkhouse gathered around one of the beds.  He
heard the creaking of the springs of an old mattress and had no doubts what
was going on.

   "Hey Carl's back," one of the men said as he heard Carl drop his gear on
his bunk.

   "Howdy fellas," Carl said, looking over towards the group of men. 
"What's going on?"

   "We got a wild one here," Daryl said with a big grin on his face.

   "Jesus," Carl said, as he saw one of the men's ass thrusting back and
forth as he knelt on the side of the bed.  Carl could tell whoever was on
the bed, wasn't old enough to be there.

   "What'd you guys do?" Carl asked, walking towards the mattress.

   "20 credits," he heard one of the men say.  "Found her outside the gate
looking for a mark."

   "She's just a kid," Carl said, looking down at the girl who still had a
flat chest.  "Couldn't you guys have gotten something with tits at least?"

   "She's tight as hell," Daryl said.  "I'm going for seconds."

   The girl had long blonde hair, she had one of her hands covering her
eyes, not even bothering to look up as he talked.

   "You guys got a girl?" Bobby hollered from the doorway.

   "Yeah," one of the men replied.  "But you aint touching her.  Aint going
to have your father shoot my nuts off if you get some disease."

   "Don't matter," Bobby said.  "We got some tail out on the trail."

   "What's he talking about?" Daryl said.  "You guys meet some girls out
there?"

   "I really don't feel like talking right now Daryl," Carl said.  "And
Bobby don't say another word."

   "Jeesh," Bobby said.  "Yes sir, sir."

   "And don't get smart either," Carl said.  "I can still kick your ass."

   "He's been like that all day," Bobby said.  "Can't handle having a good
time."

   "Well if I were you," Daryl said.  "I'd listen to Carl and keep it
quiet. He's a bit wiser than you might think."

   "I aint stupid," Bobby said defensively, looking at Carl.  "I aint."

   "Go home Bobby," Carl said, pushing the boy away from the circle of men.


   Bobby looked over his shoulder as the chubby man pulled out of the girl,
cum leaking out of her reddened slit.

   "She wont be tight after you get in there," Bobby said.

   "Shut up Bobby," Carl said, pushing the boy through the door and closing
it behind him.  "The kid just don't know when to shut up."

   "So you got some tail did you," Daryl said, sneaking a glance away from
the action.

   "That hurts," the little girl said softly.

   "Sorry girlie," said the man entering the child.  "I might be too big
for you down there, might have to use your mouth."

   "I can fit you," the girl said.  "Just go slow."

   "What a trooper," one of the scouts said.

   "I'm not in the mood for this," Carl said, waving to Daryl as he left
the bunkhouse.  Carl walked towards the Canteen, intent on drinking himself
to oblivion.  He hadn't drank in awhile and he thought maybe this would be
a good time.  After what he'd done in the past few days, there didn't seem
to be a reason not to.

   "Wait up Carl," Daryl hollered as he ran out of the bunkhouse buckling
his pants.

   "What do you want Daryl," Carl said, exhausted.

   "What's the matter Carl," Daryl said.  "I mean no one expected you to
sleep with the girl, we know how you are."

   "No you don't," Carl said in a loud voice.  "You don't know how I am."

   "I wasn't saying you were a fairy," Daryl said.  "I was just..."

   "Look Daryl," Carl said.  "I appreciate the concern, really I do, but I
need a drink and some time to think."

   "What's wrong?" Daryl asked.

   "Nothing a bottle of whiskey wont solve," Carl said as he walked away
from Daryl.

   "You don't drink Carl," Daryl said, almost as if he were reminding the
man.

   "I do now," Carl replied.

   ----------

   The soldier's name was Demetri, he was nineteen and had signed up with
the Corporation right after secondary school.  He had been sent to Corinth
a month before the repossession.  He was brought by the Company to ensure a
smooth transition as they removed all undisputed property.  He guided Carl
through the make shift shacks that had been created from the wreckage of
the buildings the Company decided not to take with them.

   "Where's your parents boy?" The soldier asked.

   "Don't know," Carl said.  "I woke up and they were gone."

   "When did you last see them?" The soldier asked, trying to sound
compassionate.

   "When the last shuttle left," Carl answered.

   "I'm sorry to hear that," The soldier said in an awkward voice.

   The shuttles only took company employees back, not business owners or
civilians.  The company did not hire men or women who had families, because
they tended to require more time off.  It was more efficient to maintain a
workforce of single men and women they reasoned.  If you had children, you
didn't leave the planet.  However, since there were far too many people to
evacuate than there was time to check everyone's identification, there was
nothing to stop a single man or woman with a child from hopping on the
shuttle and heading back to the core worlds, as long as the child wasn't
around.

   "Where did you see your sister last?" Demetri asked.

   "She was coming to the shacks with some man," Carl said.  "He was
supposed to give her some rations."

   "Rations," Demtri said.  "Did he have a cross on his jacket?"

   "Yes," Carl said.  "A red one."

   "I think I know where your sister is," Demetri said, walking quickly
pushing the boy ahead of him.

   ----------

   Carl sat at a table sipping his whiskey, looking at the door.  He had
lied.  He didn't want to think, not at all.  He felt completely empty right
now, like nothing in the world mattered.  He worried that someone was going
to find out what he did in that cabin by the woods.  He wanted to say he
was surprised when he saw the Chief walk in, but he wasn't.  Bobby never
could keep a secret.  The tall lanky man hadn't changed over the years,
maybe a gray hair or two, but otherwise the same.

   "Mind if I have a seat?" the Chief asked, looking around to see the
canteen otherwise empty except for the bartender.

   "It's a free world," Carl said as the Chief sat down, lit up a cigar and
looked at his friend.

   "You mind if I smoke," the Chief asked.

   "Not at all," Carl said.  "Got one for me?"

   The Chief pulled a cigar out of his pocket and tossed it across the
table.

   "Bobby told me what happened out there," the Chief said.

   "Did he now," Carl replied.  "And what did Bobby tell you exactly?"

   "Do you really want to go into the small details?" The Chief asked.

   "He told you about the cabin?" Carl asked, the sound of shame in his
voice.

   "He told me enough," the Chief answered.  "And he wont be telling anyone
else.  Don't worry."

   "What's it matter," Carl said.  "Maybe people should know."

   "You got a right to be upset," The Chief said.  "You gave in and you
didn't want to."

   "I did want to," Carl said.  "That's the problem."

   "No, you met some hermit that got his rocks off tricking his boys out,"
the chief said.

   "I could've said no," Carl said.  "I did say no."

   "Everyone has a moment of weakness Carl," the Chief said.  "It's what
you do after that moment that's important."

   ----------

   "Is that your sister?" The soldier asked, as he escorted the boy through
a row of cots in a large military tent.  The girl was curled up in a ball,
sucking her thumb, something she seemed much to old to do.

   "No," Carl said.  h"Her hairs blonde, like yours."

   "Alright then," Demetri said.  "That narrows things down a bit."

   They wandered through what seemed like endless rows of cots in an
endless number of tents.  More than Carl could even remember.  There were
families huddled together, everyone seemed to be in shock.

   "Look," A man said, showing Carl a picture of a little girl with dark
hair that looked about a year or two younger than him.  "If you see this
girl, her name's Francine, can you tell her we're here?"

   "Let the boy be," The soldier said, pushing the man back.

   "Please," the man said.  "She went missing when we came into the camp.
One of the doctors took her away for rations and we haven't seen her since.
They keep telling me they sent her back here, but she hasn't arrived.  They
wont let me search for her..."

   "Sir," Demetri said.  "If we see your daughter, I will bring her back to
you personally."

   "Thank you," the man said.  "Thank you so much."

   "I'll keep an eye out for you," Demetri said, patting the man on the
shoulder.  "Take care of your the rest of your family, okay?"

   "Yes," the man said.  "Of course.  Thank you again."

   ----------

   "You think you're the first man to screw a kid?" The Chief asked.

   "That's not the point and you know it," Carl said, shaking his head.  "I
don't even know why it's bothering me so much.  It's not like they were
virgins."

   "You know why," the Chief said.  "You're not stupid Carl."

   "Maybe you just think I'm smarter than I actually am," Carl said as he
looked into the bottom of his glass.  "Bartender another beer!"

   The barkeep walked over and picked up the empty glass and handed Carl a
full one.

   "Anything for you Chief," the Barkeep asked.

   "Nah," the Chief said.  "Roger why don't you close up, I can lock up on
the way out."

   "You sure Chief?" the Bartender asked.

   "Yeah," the Chief said.  "Go home early.  I'm sure your kids will be
happy to see you."'

   "Thanks Chief," the bartender said as he set to work closing up.

   "What do you think Roger would think about all this?" Carl asked,
watching as the bartender began to set empty glasses in a tub.

   "I think he'd ask for the address," the Chief replied.  "He's been to
the peg houses more times than you can count."

   "Shit," Carl said.  "Him too?"

   "You seem to think you're one in a million Carl," the Chief said. 
"You're more like one in five and that's just for boys, if you count girls
it's probably more like one in three, one in two if we're talking about
drinking."

   "Don't mean it's right," Carl said.

   "Damn it Carl," the Chief said, slamming his hand on the table.  "You
should know first hand why these kids do it and now you know why the men do
it."

   "Yeah, but I had a choice," Carl said.  "Those boy's didn't."

   "You didn't always have a choice," the Chief said.

   ----------

   "That's her," Carl shouted, pulling the soldier along as he held his
hand.

   "You sure," Demetri said, looking at the two men standing guard at the
front of a large tent.

   "Ow," Screamed a little girl from inside.

   "That's her," Carl said, trying to rush past the guards, only to be
pushed back.  "They're hurting her!"

   "Hey," Demetri said.  "Don't push the kid."

   "No ones allowed in here," one of the guards said, with a scowl on his
face.  "Move along."

   "Look here fella," Demetri said.  "This boys been looking for his sister
all day, he thinks that he heard her inside there."

   "His sisters not in this tent," the Guard said.

   "Well if you let us check," Demetri said, grabbing one of the flaps,
only to have one of the men shove him away.

   "Stand down soldier," the guard shouted pointing a revolver at Demetri
then Carl.  "You're not looking for anyone inside of here, you hear me?"

   "Yeah," Demetri said as he moved between the man and Carl.  "I get you
alright."

   "She's in there," Carl said.  "Listen that's her crying."

   "Your damn sisters not in this tent boy!" The other guard shouted as he
stepped towards the boy.

   "Hey now," Demetri said, putting his hand on the guard's chest to stop
him.  "Obviously the boys hearing things.  Why don't we just chalk this up
to a misunderstanding and I can take him to look somewhere else."

   "She's in there!" Carl said, looking at the flap earnestly.

   "Boy," Demetri said, as he dragged Carl away.  "That was just someone
that sounded like your sister.  Lets just take it easy and look somewhere
else."

   "No!  She's in there!" Carl screamed, breaking free from Demetri.

   "Son of bitch," the guard on the left said as aimed his pistol at the
boy as he ran towards them, only to fall backwards a moment later as a
bullet tore through his neck.

   "Mother fucker," the other guard said, turning his gun on Demetri.

   Demetri aimed his rifle at the second guard and shot, sending a shower
of blood and spatter along the back of the tent.

   "Fuck!" Demetri screamed, as he moved towards the two men, stepping over
Carl as he cowered on the ground crying.  "Jesus, they were security. 
Fucking security!"

   Demetri kicked both of the men before reaching down and grabbing their
pistols and tossing them to the side.

   "God we're fucked," Demetri said.  "What am I saying, I'm fucked."

   A man could be heard screaming inside the tent, telling people not to
move.  Demetri pointed his gun at the tent flap and waited.  A second later
a man in light green scrubs opened the door and dropped to the ground as a
bullet pierced his forehead.

   "Fuck!" Demetri sceamed.  "Doc!  Doc!  Jesus I killed a doctor!"

   "Diana!" Carl screamed as he crawled towards the door.

   "Carl?" A little girl's voice could be heard from inside as Demetri
knelt beside the doctor to check if he was alright.

   "Diana!" Carl said as he stood up and tried to run past Demetri.

   "Shh..." Demetri said, as he held the boy back.  "I'll go get her."

   The boy struggled for a second, but then stopped and nodded his head. 
Demetri looked to make sure the boy wasn't going to follow him, then slid
past the flap of the tent.  Demetri never said what he saw in the tent, but
a moment later he came out with a seven year old blonde haired girl wrapped
in a blanket, his face pale as ghost.

   "Diana!" Carl said.  "Diana!"

   "Carl," the young girl said in a weak voice.  "Oh Carl!"

   ----------

   "Carl," the Chief said.  "I've known you probably as long as anyone
else. You're not a bad man."

   "I wasn't a bad man Demetri," Carl said.  "Not for a long time."

   "Carl," Chief Demetri said.  "Good and bad are just words.  The only
thing that makes you good or bad is what you do from now on, not what
you've done."

   ----------

   Carl was nine when he found himself standing over a man in an alley,
holding a pipe in his hands, blood seeped out of the side of the man's
temple.  Beside him he saw his sister, laying absolutely still.  Carl hit
the man in the stomach with the pipe.  The man made a gurgling sound and
went limp.

   "Diana!" Carl said.  "Diana!  Are you alright Diana?"

   "Carl," Diana whispered.  "Is that you Carl?"

   "Why Diana?" Carl said.  "Why did you go with this man?"

   "Food," Diana said in a soft voice as she tried to roll over, Carl
almost threw up when he saw the blood and cum on her thighs.  "He gave us
food."

   "No Diana!" Carl screamed.  "No!  You don't do this Diana!  Not you!"

   "I...  was hungry Carl," Diana said.  "We needed food."

   Carl said nothing as he dropped the pipe beside the man and picked up
his sister.  He carried her for four blocks, he only laid her down long
enough to clear off a square of sheet metal so he could take her down into
their home, the hollowed out remains of a basement.

   PART TWO

   Carl woke up with a throbbing headache.  He looked around and saw he was
at his bunk.  He moved the curtain away and saw the rest of the Scouts had
already left for duty.  He got up and walked to the sink and heard
something from one of the corner cots.  He walked over and saw the young
girl from last night looking up at him.  She had brown eyes, blonde hair,
and appeared to be about eight or nine years old.

   "Hello there," Carl said, looking at the girl, noticing she still wasn't
wearing any clothes.

   The girl wiped the sleep from eyes and sat up.  Carl could see that she
had a red handprint on her chest from last night.  Carl shook his head and
looked around for the girl's clothes.

   "They put 'em in the back," the girl said, pointing to a closet with a
lock on it.

   Carl looked in his pocket and found the key for the lock.  He went over
and opened the door and found the girl's clothes on the top shelf.  He
didn't find any underwear, but that wasn't strange for a street child, most
of the ones that turned tricks didn't bother with panties because it
prevented them from showing their wares.  He tossed the girl her blouse,
skirt, and sandals and watched as she got dressed.

   "Thank you sir," the girl said, as she sat on the bed.  "Do you want a
blow job?  I'm a little sore from last night, but I can still suck."

   "No," Carl said, maybe a bit too loudly, for a moment he saw his sister
sitting on the bed looking at him.  "It's time for you to leave."

   "No," the girl said, shrinking away from Carl.  "My credits!  The fat
man said he'd give them back this morning!"

   "The fat man?" Carl asked, the girl nodded her head.

   ----------

   "Where's Gruber?" Carl asked, as he entered the operations tent.

   "He's at the bunker near the river," a guard said, pointing out the area
on the map.  "Keeping an eye out for those bandits that have been showing
up."

   "Shit," Carl said.  "When will he be back?"

   "Tonight," the guard answered.  "Daryl and Bobby are taking over."

   "Fuck," Carl said, turning and leaving.  He wasn't sure he had enough on
him to pay the girl.

   The girl was sitting with her legs spread open on the edge of one of the
beds near the door, oblivious to the fact that anyone who walked in could
see her still reddened swollen slit.

   "Well," Carl said.  "He left so I had to get you what I could.  I'll get
the rest for you later."

   "No you wont!" The girl shouted.  "I'm going to tell my friends and none
of them will do you anymore!"

   "Hey, don't get upset at me," Carl said.  "I didn't have anything to do
with that shit last night.  I'm just trying to get you your money."

   "I want it all!" The girl shouted.

   "Well I want to retire on Centares Five, but I don't see that happening,
" Carl said in an angry voice.

   "You can't do that!" The girl shouted.  "Those Watchers did me last
night!  I'll tell everyone!"

   "Go ahead," Carl said, in a calm voice.  "From the looks of it, half the
cities been with you."

   He handed the girl the cash, at first she refused to take it, but then
after looking at him with a visible frown, she grabbed it out of his hand.

   "You're welcome," Carl said, grabbing her by the arm and leading her
towards the gate.

   "Got a girlfriend Carl," One of the guards shouted out to him.

   "Keep it up and you'll be guarding the latreens Kemper," Carl shouted
back as he pushed the girl outside the gate.

   "If I ever see you in here again, I'll take you to the Church," Carl
said.  "I'd suggest you go further south, near the casino to turn tricks
and I'll get you the rest of your money."

   "How will you find me?" the girl asked.

   "Don't you worry about that," Carl said.  "I can find you."

   ----------

   Carl thought he saw the girl kneeling in front of a man behind a bar. 
Her head bobbed up and down on the man's thick cock.  Carl stopped to watch
for a moment, wondering if maybe it was a boy.  It was hard to tell with
street kids, they never cut their hair.  He decided it wasn't the same girl
and kept walking, hearing the man grunt as he emptied his balls inside of
the girl's mouth.

   "Howdy Carl," an older streetgirl said, as he walked by.

   "Hello Cynthia," Carl said.  "Staying out of trouble I hope."

   "Nope," a younger girl standing next to her said.  "She's got a baby in
her belly now."

   "Shut up Sandy!" Cynthia said, pushing the girl.

   "Shit," Carl said, looking at the girls tussle.  "Sorry to hear that
Cynthia."

   "It weren't your fault Carl," Cynthia said.

   "Well still, I know that's rough," Carl said as he walked away, he
glanced at the girl one more time, she couldn't be much older than twelve
or thirteen.

   On the streets, sixteen or seventeen seemed old.  These were rough
times, if not for the Watchers, most of the kids would be seriously fucked.
The Watchers were the law of Two Bows and everything within a 100 miles. 
They looked out for those who couldn't look out for themselves.  They made
sure no slavers worked the streets and took care of the violent freaks when
they found them.  One way or another they managed to keep most of the kids
alive, if not a bit worse for wear.

   Slavery was a problem, but not a violation of the laws of land.  Even
though slavery was outlawed in the town of Two Bows, it was still allowed
in the countryside.  It seemed to be the only way to make sure that the
city got food and other supplies.  Most Slaves worked in fields or in small
workshops, a few worked the bed chambers of their masters, and some of them
worked both.

   Carl had never thought much about slavery, just knew he disdained it. 
Now he couldn't stop thinking of the three little boys at Big Mike's.  He
remembered them with a heavy heart and cursed himself when he felt his dick
start to harden.  God, he thought, if he was there right now, he'd fuck one
of them, even after everything that's happened.

   If you walked the streets of Two Boys, you couldn't escape sex.  It was
everywhere.  In the casinos, in the bars, in the brothels, even in the
general stores.  Girls, boys, women, men, you name it, it seemed to be for
sale.  Carl had seen things that would make the hair on the back of your
neck stand on end.

   One time he was in a bar outside the city walls when he saw a little
dark haired boy of about six and a blonde haired girl about the same age
take turns sucking on a bull's cock.  The bull was tied down so it couldn't
move.  He remembered how tiny the kids hands looked as they handled the
long thick bull dick.  They could only fit the tip of it in their mouths,
so they took turns jerking the cock with both their hands.  The girl was
the one that got it, squealing as it splattered across her face like water
from a faucet.  The bulls eyes were wide with fright.  The little boy
laughed at the predicament of his partner, spurt after spurt coating their
bodies as the girl moved the cock towards the boy, then back to her.  The
cum oozed from their mouths and coated their face and chests like a thick
glaze.  Carl remembered they had trouble blinking, but was pretty sure this
wasn't the first time the two had jerked off a bull.  Afterwards the bull
was untied and led off the stage, the children following behind.

   "Who says you can't milk a bull," the bartender had shouted to the men
in the bar.

   Of course that wasn't the worst, after awhile it all seemed normal.  The
shanty town outside of the city limits openly displayed slaves in various
stages of undress.  Most wore collars or cuffs that were locked.  It was
law that all slaves were to be branded, traditionally on their ankles, but
some owners found more "creative" places to brand their slaves.

   Piercing was a no-no, if only because infection was so hard to treat. 
Antibiotics were only made in small batches and were expensive.  Most
people couldn't afford them, even slave owners.  More than one parent sold
their child to the pharmacist, just so they could afford the pills to save
another, younger child.

   Just the other day Carl had been patrolling with Daryl and had seen a
father and son, both slaves, tied up together in a rocking chair, the son,
who was twelve was impaled on about half of his father's nine inch cock,
squealing each time someone came by and pushed the rocker.  It was clear he
couldn't handle all of his father's cock without a bit of discomfort, but
his legs were getting tired and he was sliding down the length of it,
despite his best efforts.  Tears filled the father's eyes, the site of an
injection at the base of the man's cock could be clearly seen.  He wasn't
hard out of lust, but rather induced by an aphrodisiac.  A sign sat next to
them with a price and reason for sale.

   The sign read- "Man for sale, 5,000 credits.  Healthy physical, 28 years
old, no diseases.  Boy for sale, 3,000 credits.  Healthy physical, little
experience, 12 years old, no diseases.  No bartering.  Both for 7,500
credits.  Father defaulted on loan."

   "Cute by," Daryl had said.  "Bit too much for him this close to manhood
though."

   "Get your mind out of the gutter," Carl had replied.

   "I like it there, though," Daryl had joked, as he pushed the chair and
walked away.  A yelp could be heard as the boy adjusted to the cock as it
slid further up his ass.

   Daryl was one of the boys that Carl had run with as a child.  They both
knew the streets and each other's bodies quite well.  They had turned
tricks together as boys.  Carl was three years older than Daryl and had
taken him under his wing, so to speak.  Carl would often marvel at Daryl's
ability to suck cock, even at ten, Daryl could take a well endowed man
right down to the balls.  Something most people would think impossible.

   Carl remembered the almost whitish blonde haired boy gagging as the old
Chief held Daryl on the end of his cock.  Caught stealing from a stand,
this was the boy's punishment and method of payment.

   "You still hungry boy," the Chief said, grunting as he pushed the last
inch down the boy's throat.  "I can't hear you!"

   Daryl gagged as the slender seven inch cock throbbed inside his throat,
he tried to pull it out, feeling himself choking on the man's rod.

   "You aint going nowhere 'til you learn to take it boy," the Chief
shouted.  Carl watched as Demetri stood by, making sure no one interrupted,
an obvious frown showed on his face.

   It took fifteen minutes for the Chief to come.  He pulled his dick out
of the boy's mouth and showered the boy's face with his cream, shouting
obscenities as he finished up.  Demetri forced the boy to take his cock
next.  More gentle, his cock an inch longer and thicker, he still pushed it
all the way inside the boy, knowing the price of failing to obey his
Chief's instructions.

   Carl had sucked Daryl that night, in the hopes it would cheer the boy
up, but he was in a sour mood for quite awhile after that.  He did put his
new found talent to work, allowing men to fuck his face with abandon.  They
were the dynamic duo back then, Daryl able to take almost any dick down his
throat and Carl willing to take almost anything up his backside.  They
reveled in their street infamy.

   That day was a sore point between Daryl and Demetri, even now.  Daryl
forgave him in word, but everyone knew something still hung in the air
between the two.  That's not to say Daryl would do anything to harm the new
Chief, just that his heart still held the grievance of the eight year old
boy who learned to deep-throat so long ago.

   ----------

   Carl walked.  He wasn't sure where he was going, just that he had to go
someplace.  It was close to dusk and he headed to the shanty town,
unconsciously pulled to Peg Alley.  Carl looked at the boys and girls, most
locked in place on pegs.  He knew most of them, but kept an eye out for
anyone new.  The brothel owners weren't above grabbing a street kid and
pulling them into their shops on some other pretense, posing them as
slaves. It was up to the Watchers to free the kids that chose not to stay.

   He saw a particularly young boy and called to one of the older boys at
the shop.  The boy looked to be sixteen or seventeen.

   "This one new?" Carl asked.

   "Yeah," the teen answered a smile on his face.  "Looks a lot younger
than he is."

   "You got papers?" Carl asked.

   "Stefan does," the teen answered.  "Stefan there's a guard out here,
wants to see the papers!"

   "Watcher boy," Carl corrected.

   "Sorry," the teen said.  "Watcher Stefan."

   A slightly overweight bald man came out, wearing only a pair of shorts,
his belly glistening in sweat.  He looked at the young boy on the peg and
winced.

   "Damn it Carl," the man said.  "You guys are going to ruin my business."


   "Papers," Carl said.

   "Unlock him," Stefan said to the teen.  The teen ran back inside and
returned with a key.  He knelt down behind the boy and unlocked the collar
around his neck.

   "You're shut down Stefan," Carl said.  "A month."

   "You can't do this to me Carl," Stefan said in a pleading voice.  "I got
a family to feed and how am I supposed to feed these kids without money?

   "You should've thought about that before you brought a twig out here,"
Carl said.

   "I'm sorry," Stefan said.  "You know how it is, they all want 'em
younger these days."

   "The laws the law," Carl said.  "Even out here in the shacks."

   "I'll do anything," Stefan said, watching as the Watcher adjusted his
crotch.  "How about you take a boy home with you?"

   "I don't have a home," Carl said.  "I live in the barracks, don't think
a boy would be welcome there."

   "Well I could give you a home," Stefan said.  "And a boy.  Just you look
the other way, this time.  Hey, you can have the twig!"

   "This boy?" Carl said, incredulously.

   "Sure," Stefan said.  "He was sold to me last night, hasn't worked but
one trick and he only used his hands mostly."

   "You need help," Carl said.  "I aint taking this twig."

   "Well even if we take him in the back," Stefan said.  "We both know
someone will take him.  If I can't put him out here, I'll have to sell him.
How will you be sure he aint going to be put inside some other place?"

   "Cal heard the man speaking," he looked over the small boy, obviously no
older than four of five, amazed they had fit him on a peg at all, let alone
the six inch one he was sitting on.  The boy had dark hair and pale skin, a
smattering of freckles covered his nose.  He had dull green eyes and dark
rings under his eyes.  He was already beginning to show wear.

   "Where's this home?" Carl asked.

   "Over there," Stefan said, pointing to a large one room shack across the
way.  "I used it to store the boys, but it's got too many holes in the
roof. You fix it up and it's yours."

   Carl looked at the man, then the boy.  The boy looked at him, not saying
a word.  He looked very sad, Carl thought.

   "Get the holes fixed and I'm taking the boy now," Carl said, holding his
hand out.

   "Good," Stefan said, pushing the boy towards Carl.  "Good for you!  And
you know if you need any entertainment you can grab one of these kids.  I'm
sure you wont be entertaining this little fellow, not after you saved him
from my wicked grasp."

   Carl looked at the pot bellied man, almost certain it was him who had
given the twig his 'test run'.  He held out his hand to the boy and led him
away.

   "His papers?" Carl asked, suddenly stopping.

   "Come on Carl," Stefan said.  "I can't give him to you.  I'll loan him
to you 'til he gets big enough to take a seat out here."

   "No good," Carl said.  "I might get attached to the boy by then." "Shit
Carl," Stefan said, shifting from one foot to the other.  "You're breaking
me Carl!"

   "Which do you want," Carl asked.  "to be closed down or give up the
twig?"

   "I hate you Carl," the man said.  "Go get the papers Dale."

   The teenager looked at the Watcher and boy, then turned around and ran
inside.  A minute later he returned with a paper.  The paper had the City
Hall's seal and the boy's name.  Andrew Simick, age five.

   "A month more and he could've been working in the back," Carl said as he
looked over the bill of sale.

   "Well he's yours now," Stefan said.  "You got to give me a receipt."

   "Fine," Carl said.  "And you get me the boy's clothes."

   ----------

   Carl remembered another boy from long ago.  He and Demetri were on
patrol together.  Carl had heard the sound of a baby crying in the back of
an alley.  Most of the time, it would've been ignored, plenty of street
kids raised their own kids in a box, but that day there was something
different.  Demetri went into the alley and came back with a baby boy in
his arms.  The child had obviously just been born.

   "He was in the trash," Demetri said, a shocked look on his face.

   "Where's his mom," Carl asked, looking behind Demetri.

   "No one else back there," Demetri said.

   "What are you going to do with him?" Carl asked.  "We could take him to
the church."

   "No," Demetri said.  "You know what they do there."

   "You can't keep him," Carl said.

   "Why not?" Demetri asked, looking at the little tyke in his arms.

   "He's not yours," Carl said.

   "He's not anyones," Demetri said.

   "Demetri," Carl said.  "You know what the chief will do if he finds
out."

   "Then we wont let him find out," Demetri said as he started to walk down
the street.

   "Where are you going to keep him Demetri?" Carl said following behind.
"We don't have no place to put him."

   "We now?" Demetri asked.  "You and me huh?"

   "We can leave him with Diana," Carl said.  "Diana would take care of him
'til we get you a place to stay."

   "I was thinking the same thing," Demetri said.

   "What are you going to name him?" Carl asked.

   "I'm going to name him after my father," Demetri said.  "Robert... 
that's as good a name as any."

   ----------

   Carl walked the boy through the streets to an old building with a sign
hanging in the front with the words 'Hole in the Wall'.  He led the boy
through the door and instinctively covered his eyes.  Inside a young dark
haired boy around nine sat on a man's lap.  From the look on his face Carl
was sure he was sitting on more than just he man's legs.

   "Diana?" Carl asked.

   "Give me a second," a young woman said from behind a counter.  "Diana
it's your brother!"

   A overweight woman with long straight blonde hair and garish makeup came
out.

   "Carl," Diana said, with little joy in her voice, then spying the boy
added.  "What you got for me there?"

   "He's not for you," Carl said.  "I need you to watch him 'til the end of
my shift."

   "Watch him?" Diana said.  "You have to be kidding me?"

   "Come on Diana," Carl said.  "I found him on a peg over at Stefan's."

   "Fucking fat fuck," Diana said, shaking her head.  "Never trusted that
man."

   "Poor little fellas not even old enough to get a tingle," the woman
behind the counter said.  "Sick fuck."

   "I need you to keep him here 'til I get a place set up for him," Carl
said.

   "Come on now," Diana said.  "You can be thinking of keeping him?"

   "Someone needs to take care of him," Carl said.  "Do you want to?"

   "Oh yeah," Diana said, motioning to the boy on the man's lap.  "I can
put him in the back, he'll keep his cherry for a day at most before those
piranhas get him."

   Carl wasn't sure if she was talking about the man or the boy, but he got
the gist of it.

   "Look," Carl said.  "I'll come get him by morning.  Don't let him out of
your sight."

   "Jesus Carl," his sister said.  "Come here boy.  Come to Aunt Diana."

   ----------

   "I'm moving off base," Carl said as he sat across from Demetri.

   "Oh really?" Demetri said.  "What brought his about?"

   "I'm too old to be living with a bunch of teenagers," Carl said.  "I
need my own place."

   "Uh huh," Demetri said.  "And what's the real reason?  I'll find out
eventually you know."

   Carl paused and looked at his old friend, "I found a boy at one of the
shops."

   "And?" Demetri asked.  "You plan on living with this boy?  Need
something more than the occasional hand job through the hole in the shower
stall I guess?"

   "Fuck you," Carl shouted, turning to look at the window, his face
turning red.

   "How long before you take the boy to your own bed Carl?" Demetri asked.

   "There must be something about him Carl," Demetri said.  "Plenty of boys
out there need saving, why did you save this one?"

   "He's only five," Carl said.  "I couldn't..."

   "Then take him to the church," Demetri said.

   "Like you took Bobby," Carl said.

   "This boy aint Bobby," Demetri said, pointing at Carl.  "You know why we
had to take Bobby."

   "Yeah," Carl said.  "And why was Bobby more special than this boy?"

   "Because no one had touched him Carl," Demetri said.  "I could keep that
from happening to the boy."

   "I can do the same thing for this boy," Carl said, looking at Demetri, a
sadness coming over him.

   "You can't save this boy," Demetri said.  "You'll probably be the one to
take him to bed."

   "Shut up," Carl said.  "I wont, I promise."

   "Don't make promises you can't keep Carl," Demetri said.

   ----------

   When Carl came home Andy was naked again.  The little five year old was
laying back on the bed, stroking his little penis with just his forefinger
and thumb.

   "Jesus Bobby," Carl said.  "Can't you stop him when he does that."

   "Why?" Bobby asked.  "It's his penis."

   "Go home Bobby," Carl said, walking over to the boy.  "And you put your
pants on."

   "Why do I have to?" Andy said.  "Bobby don't mind if I don't wear none."


   "Because I said so," Carl said as he scowled at Bobby watching the teen
leave.

   Carl took some packages out of a bag and set them on the table.

   "What's that?" Andy asked, pointing to one of the packages.

   "That's fish," Carl said.  "I bought it at the market."

   "No," Andy said.  "What's it wrapped in?"

   "Paper," Carl said.  "It's made from wood.  They got a plant in Silver
Springs that makes it now."

   "Paper?" Andy said, as if he was trying to remember the word.

   "Yep," Carl said.  "We'll be using a lot of it now, I'm guessing."

   "Paper," Andy said again.

   "Yes Paper," Carl said.

   "Do you eat it?" Andy asked.

   Carl laughed, "No, you wrap things in it or you write on it."

   "Really?" Andy asked.  "Why don't you eat it?"

   "Because it don't taste good," Carl said.

   "But the white stuff don't taste good and Bobby has me eat it," Andy
said.

   "What?" Carl asked.  "What white stuff?"

   "The stuff from his stiffie," Andy said.  "You rub it and it comes out."


   "Bobby made you eat it?" Carl asked, his temper rising.

   "Bobby gave a me a credit for eating it," Andy said, suddenly taking a
bill from his shirt pocket to show Carl.

   "Fuck," Carl said.  "When did he do this?"

   "I'm sorry Carl," the boy said, crawling to the back of the bed he was
sitting on.

   "You don't need to be sorry buddy," Carl said.

   "But why are you angry?" Andy asked.

   "I'm not angry with you," Carl said.

   "Are you angry with Bobby?" Andy asked.  "Don't be angry at Bobby, I
like Bobby."

   "I know buddy," Carl said.  "I just need to talk to Bobby."

   "You aren't going to spank him are you?" Andy asked.

   "No," Carl said.  "Knowing him, he might like it."

   ----------

   "You woke the tiger," Demetri said.  "And now you're upset that he's
eating?"

   "Fuck you Demetri," Carl said, pushing past the man.  "Where's Bobby?"

   "He's not here," Demetri said.  "He's on patrol."

   "He shouldn't have done that!" Carl screamed.  "I didn't want him to do
that!"

   "Why did you want to be first?" Demetri asked.

   "Damn you Demetri!" Carl screamed.

   "Carl," Andy said from outside.  "I'm scared Carl."

   "It's alright," Demetri said.  "Carl and Uncle Dee are talking."

   "Please don't be mad at Bobby," Andy said.

   "Quiet Andy," Carl said.  "Let the grownups talk."

   "Seems like Andy is the only one who's talking reason right now,"
Demetri said.

   "I never touched Bobby," Carl said.  "I watched him like a hawk, made
sure nothing happened to that boy."

   "And then you took him to some dirt farmer's cabin and invited him to
fuck a bunch of boys," Demetri said.  "What did you expect him to do, when
you offer him another one?"

   "He should've known," Carl said.

   "God," Demetri said.  "Do you remember yourself as a teen?"

   Carl looked at Demetri, trying hard to keep those memories from entering
his mind.

   "You fucked anything that moved," Demetri said.  "Remember Allen? 
Little Allen?  Used to worship you?"

   "I was thirteen," Carl said.

   "Yeah and you used the kid like a cum dump," Demetri said.  "Why do you
think he left town as soon as he could?  You wouldn't keep your hands off
him."

   "This isn't the same thing!" Carl said, looking at the door.

   "It is though," Demetri said.  "To Bobby, Andy is a slave boy, and
you've showed him what slave boys do.  You might as well have hog tied the
boy and left him in the street."

   "Jesus," Carl said.

   "All I'm saying is don't blame this all on Bobby," Demetri said.  "And
let me talk to him, you're not in the mood for it."

   ----------

   Carl laid in bed, his arm covering his eyes.  He took a deep breath and
wondered when things would start to go good for him.  He turned and looked
at Andy laying next to him.  The boy wore only his briefs, it was too hot
for anything else.  If he was in any other house, he would probably have
been sleeping naked.  Carl, whether he admitted or not, didn't trust
himself.  He knew he had feelings for the boy and was sure he would have to
give the boy up soon or risk doing something to him himself.  The problem
was that he cared for the boy now.  When he looked at him he felt this
desire to protect him and at the same time this desire to take him.

   God what I have done, Carl thought as he drifted off to sleep.

   The next morning he was dreaming that Josh was sucking his cock.

   'Do you like that,' Josh asked.

   'Keep doing that,' Carl said, watching the little blonde haired boy as
his lips wrapped around his thick knob.  'Use your tongue life last time.'

   Josh pushed the cock in and out as far as he could, stroking the
underside of Carl's cock with his tongue, gagging once when he tried to
push it too far in.  Carl groaned as he felt the come boil in his balls.

   'Oh god,' Carl said.  'Here it comes.'

   He felt the come spurt out into Josh's mouth.  The boy pulled back in
shock, still holding his cock as it throbbed in his hand, spurting load
after load in the air.

   "White stuff," Andy said with glee.  "You make more than Bobby."

   Carl sat up in shock, looking as Andy knelt beside him, his hands still
wrapped around his thick eight inch cock, a strand of come hanging from his
chin, another in his short black hair, his lips shiny with the thick
juices.

   "What are you doing," Carl screamed, pushing the boy away.  Andy looked
at the man with tears in his eyes, he wiped the cum off his chin with the
back of his hand.

   "I wanted you to get the tingles," Andy said.  "I love you."

   "Oh God," Carl said rolling off the bed, looking at the little naked boy
in front of him.  I should've left him on the peg, he thought.  He was
safer on the peg.

   "I'm sorry Carl," Andy said.  "I didn't know you didn't want me to."

   "Oh Andy," Carl said, looking at the cum now dripping over the boy's
left eye.  Carl could feel his cock twinge in excitement, even as his mind
screamed, No!  He reached out and wiped the thick strand of cream from the
boy's forehead and held it in front of his face.  Without asking Andy
leaned forward and sucked on his fingers, licking the cream off before Carl
could pull his hand away.  Carl looked at the boy, knowing that he was
beyond redemption now.

   The End