Date: Mon, 21 Oct 2002 14:52:41 -0500
From: Gary <gary_q@hotmail.com>
Subject: Shawn and Joey, A New Life

Shawn and Joey: A New Life
By Gary_Q
Gary_Q@hotmail.com

The below story is a work of fiction, none of the events described
happened, nor do any of the characters exist.  Although inspired by recent
events seen by many in the media, this story in no way implicates or states
any of this story is related to same, especially the guilt or innocence, or
attitude or sexuality of any person or persons, living or dead.

This story may contain erotic and/or sexually explicit behavior between
consenting males, both adult and underage minors.  If it is illegal for you
to, or you find this sort of work offensive, don't download or read it!

The author reserves all copyrights to this story, it my be printed,
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reproduction or linking to this story by pay web sites is expressly
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AUTHOR'S NOTE: If you have been reading the other project I have been
working on, Patient John Doe, I HAVE NOT abandoned it.  While suffering
through a bout of `Writer's Cramp', this story came to mind.  If I continue
this story, I intend to work on both stories, and that both of them will be
completed.

                          Chapter One

     "Get up McCarthy, your lawyer is here," the guard's voice snapped
thirteen-year-old Shawn McCarthy out of his slumber.  The youngster rubbed
his hands over his eyelids, brushing sleep out of his emerald green eyes as
they started to focus, and he looked around his bleak jail cell.  "Get off
your ass, Brat!" the guard barked.
     "Yeah whatevers, what's he want now?" the youngster mumbled as he
crawled off the thin, hard mattress that was on top of his steel cot.  He
ran his hands over the pumpkin orange coveralls covering his thin body,
trying to straighten some or its many wrinkles, then ran his fingers
through his light brown, almost blond hair as he sleepily stumbled toward
the cell's bars.
     "Let's have them, you know the routine," the big guard grunted.  As he
had how many thousand times since he had been locked in Wilson County Jail,
an adult lockup, he crossed his wrists in front of his flat stomach, and
waited while his captor snapped handcuffs onto them.  "Step out," he was
told as his cell door slid open, operated remotely by some unseen keeper.
     After he stepped out of his cell into the corridor, he turned and
leaned against its bars, bending one of his knees and raising his
ankle. After the guard locked a heavy steel cuff on it he lowered that
ankle and raised other, so the other half of his leg shackles could be
locked in place.
     Shawn stiffened as the guard began running his hands over the lad's
long thin arms, then his bony chest and back, frisking the boy.  `Not
again,' the youngster thought as the big man gave each round firm melons of
his teenage bubble butt a long squeeze.  He clinched his jaw and wrinkled
his button nose as the man groped his groin, firmly squeezing the acorn
sized nuts hanging inside the coveralls.
     "Let's go," Shawn was ordered.
     He tried to prepare himself as he shuffled down the long corridor
toward the cellblock's door.  The cellblock was actually designed as an
isolation unit of the jail's infirmary, but now housed the few underage
inmates, like Shawn, that had been sent to adult jail.  As old as it was it
still provided the isolation portion of its function very well, the only
contact with the half dozen or so other boys housed there was hearing them
whimper or cry.
     As many times as he had before, Shawn still fought to keep from
breaking down as he glanced into a cell three down from his.  He whimpered
and darted his eyes back to the concrete floor when his older brother's
worried eyes met his from behind the bars of Joey's cell.  `Be brave, we'll
get through all this,' Shawn silently lipped brother's words, words of
encouragement Joey had given him countless times during the eleven months
the two of them had spent locked up, first in Juvenile Detention, then in
adult jail, after being arrested.
     Although Joey was scarcely a year older than Shawn, he was Shawn's
pillar of strength.  During the few times he was allowed to see his big
brother, at court appearances and lawyer visits, Joey was probably the only
thing that had kept Shawn sane, or from killing himself.
     After being ushered out of the cellblock, the big guard passed his
young prisoner off to two stern-looking female guards.  "Later," the man
said, discreetly grabbing another handful of the boy's butt cheek.  Shaw
could feel the man's eyes penetrating his backside as he half shuffled,
half trotted in his leg manacles, trying to keep up with the ladies pace.
     He continued hobbling down several halls and through several locked
doors, a guard holding each of his elbows.  Because of his short stature,
only very slightly over five foot, and his ninety pound frame, he skidded
as much as he shuffled as they half dragged him along.
     Thankfully they released his elbows, and he was led into one of the
small meeting rooms he had visited countless times.  His face brightened
slightly when he saw Mister Lang, his attorney, waiting inside.  He stood
motionless as one of the guards removed his handcuffs, but looked longingly
down at his leg irons as the guards left the room.
     "Hi Shawn, how are you?" his attorney asked as soon as the door
closed.  "We are waiting for Joey's attorneys to arrive, but we might have
some good news for you," he added as he gestured the boy toward a chair.
"This is Doctor Hutchinson, Doctor, Shawn McCarthy."
     "Hi Sir," Shawn mumbled, more to the tabletop than the other man in
the room.
     "I'm sorry I am late, but traffic was horrible!" a lady's voice, that
Shawn new as Joey's lawyer, interrupted as she rushed into the room.  "Hi
sweetie!" she added, tousling Shawn's hair.  "Joey should be here soon, I
sent for him as soon as I arrived."
     Shawn sat quietly for the next several minutes, answering the adult's
idle questions about life in his six-by-ten foot cell, all the while
praying the meeting room door would open again.  He didn't have to wait
long, and as he heard the door Joey's lawyer broke into a wide smile
saying, "Hi kid-o!"
     Shawn jerked upright, and almost tripped on his leg shackles as he
turned toward the door.  Both boys whined as they stumbled against their
manacles and rushed toward each other.  "It's okay, bro, it going to be,"
Joey whispered as he squeezed his little brother into a tight hug, almost
crushing Shawn's thin rib cage as they cuddled.  "I don't know how, but it
will," he said as he cupped the back of his sibling's head and pulled it
into his chest.
     "I think we can help, will you guys sit down? We might have some very
good news for you," Lang said.  "If you agree, we have found a way to get
you out of here."
     Joey pulled his little brother even closer to his lanky body as he
darted his eyes at Lang, cutting the lawyer a harshly distrusting look.
      "We think we can, you and your brother sit down, please," Joey's
lawyer added.
     After a little coaxing, Joey guided Shawn back to the table. He
cuddled his little brother under his arm as they sat side be side, facing
the adults.
     "We have reached an, an agreement, what us lawyers call a plea
bargain, if you two agree to it," Lang began.  He went on to explain that
Doctor Hutchinson was the director of Boy's Village, a children's home.  If
Shawn and Joey agreed to move there, and participate in the program Boy's
Village offered for troubled teens, they could get out of jail and live
there.
     "But, the judge, well and that jury said, well you said, we maybe have
to get locked in here for, for twenty years!  That, , , I mean the judge
isn't gonna let us leave!" Joey replied.  Shawn whimpered and pushed
against his brother.
     "We also told you we are appealing your convictions, that we might get
them overturned," Lang countered.  He glanced toward his colleague, hoping
for help, before he continued.  "Boy's Village is a home for boys, that
helps children like you, that are, , , stuck in circumstances like you two
are.
     "We probably will win, and get you guys freed, either with this judge
or on appeal, but that could take a year, maybe more, and if we win."  He
took a deep breath. "If we try that approach, you are going to stay in
jail, just like now, for the year or so until it is settled."
     "Let me tell you a little about Boy's Village," Hutchinson injected.
"Look through this, it is a pamphlet about our home," he said, pushing a
thin book toward the boys.  "We help a lot of boys, boys just like you.
And I promise it is much more comfortable than Wilson County Jail."
     "Go on Son, at least have a look," Lang added.
     Joey was hesitant, but opened the small book, glancing at the pictures
on the first few pages.  "You have a pool?"  Shawn mumbled, to everyone's
surprise.
     "Actually, we have two, the other one is indoor for when it is cold.
Look around the booklet, we also have a private lake, a gym and much more.
If you are willing to move there, and work with us, I promise you will like
it, and that we can help you." Hutchinson answered.
     "What about the stuff that, well about killing our, ah, about what
they said we did?" Shawn asked the pamphlet.
     "Did you?" Hutchinson asked.
     "That's, , , I mean we're not allowed to answer that!  Sir!" Joey
barked, putting his hand over his little brother's mouth.
     "Good answer, for now," Hutchinson responded.  "Boy's Village is here
to help you, if you want help. We will talk about what happened, about how
your dad died, and a lot of other things, if you agree to move to join us,
but only when you are ready to talk about them."
     Joey's and Hutchinson's eyes locked for a minute or so.  "How much do
you know?" Joey mumbled.  "Ah, can I talk to Shawn some? When do we got to
decide?" he stammered.
     "Do we have to wear this stuff?" Shawn whined, rattling his leg
shackles.  "And get put in those sucky little rooms?"
     "Little cages," Joey corrected.
     "Not unless you need to be," Hutchinson replied.  "You can have as
much freedom as you can deal with," he said to Shawn
     "I know everything the court knows, and I know about your past, sex
and all," he added, locking his eyes on Joey's.  "We don't care about that,
I promise."
     "I think you guys should talk about it, that is a wise suggestion,
Joey?" Lang added.  "If you decide that is what you want to do, we just
have to run some paperwork to the courthouse so the Judge can sign it, and
you can go with Doctor Hutchinson later this morning.  And out of here."
     "If you complete the Boy's Village program, it will be like none of
this ever happened, nothing will be on your police record." Joey's attorney
injected.  "We will call the guard, then step outside so you two can talk."
     Both boys shuttered and exchanged looks as they realized they would be
locked back into handcuffs, and a couple of the guards would stand next to
them if their attorneys left them `alone'.  "No, ah, well wait a minute,
please?" Joey begged.
     "Please, Joey, PLEASE!" Shawn whispered into his brother's ear.
"Nothing's worse than here!"
     "Okay, I hope you're right dude!" Joey answered.  He thought for a
minute, Shawn's baby face and frightened eyes almost drilling into him.
"Okay, we'll do it," he told the lawyers.
     They stayed glued to each other as they signed the several papers
* their lawyers pushed in front of them, and managed a quick hug before
* being locked back into their handcuffs and separated.  * * * *
     "Empty out everything, you're moving," the guard's voice, barking into
Shawn's cell, interrupted the boy's thoughts an hour or so later.  "Five
minutes, get going!"
     `Yeah, everything, tooth brush, well tooth brush, what else do I
have?' the youngster thought.  After striping the sheets from his cot he
looked around his cell.  `Wow, this is everything I own,' he silently
whimpered as he stuffed his toothbrush into an envelope that contained some
legal papers his attorney had given him.
     Joey was standing in front of his cell, being frisked, when Shawn
stepped into the corridor.  "I'm going to miss you, but you'll be back,"
the guard whispered as he squeezed the youngster's bum.  He grabbed the
boy's handcuffs and led him next to his older brother, locking a short
chain between the two boys manacled wrists.  "See you soon, brats," he told
the boys as they shuffled in their leg shackles.  The big guard gave each
boy a final butt squeeze before passing them out the cell block door.
     They were ushered by two guards through the jail for what seemed like
miles, until a single jailer accepted custody of them, grabbing the chain
connecting the two youngsters like it was a leash.  He walked them into a
small room, and after locking the door, removed their leg shackles and
handcuffs.
     "Strip, and put those on," he ordered, pointing at a small pile of
cloth nearby.  "Move!" he barked as the boys turned red faced.
     Despite their embarrassment at the guard watching, the boys managed to
quickly strip out of their jail coveralls and underwear, and into the baggy
briefs, white gym-shorts and oversized tee-shirts they discovered in the
pile of fabric.  As soon as they slipped into pairs of sandals the guard
grabbed Shawn's thin wrists, folded them in front of his waist and bound
them together with a nylon strap.  After doing the same to Joey he ordered
them to turn around, and tightened a pair of disposable nylon leg
restraints on each boy.  Finally tethered them together at the wrists with
another nylon strap.
     Doctor Hutchinson was standing next to the open side door of a
mini-van when the boys were ushered into the jail's underground garage.
"Hi boys," he told them as he took the envelops from their hands and helped
them struggle into the back seat.  "Just relax guys," he said before
closing the side door.
     After climbing into the driver's seat, Hutchinson turned to the
brothers. "Shawn, Joey, this is Mike, he lives at Boy's Village," he said,
pointing toward an older teen in the passenger seat.  "I'm sorry about the
poor fitting clothes, but I didn't know your sizes, he told his young
prisoners before starting the van's engine and putting it into gear.  As
soon as the overhead door opened and he drove out of the garage onto the
street he added, "Okay, Mike."
     The wiry, black haired youngster swung his seat around and climbed out
of it, dropping to his knees in front the brothers.  "Stick your feet out
in front of you, and be still," he told them.
     Shawn's eyes widened as the teen produced a pair of wire cutters, and
snipped the shackles off his ankles, then reached into his lap and released
his wrists.
      "Please put your seat belt on," Mike asked as he moved in front of
Joey.  Shawn, and Joey pulled the belts around them and buckled them, both
leaving their legs extended, wondering what they were going to be locked
into next.  Mike climbed back into his seat, and had started fastening his
belt before he noticed.  "Put you legs down, its cool," he told them,
flashing a warm smile.
     "It's about an hour's drive to the village, why don't we get something
to eat while we are still in town," Hutchinson suggested.  "Do burgers
sound good?" he asked the rear view mirror.  Getting only lost looks as an
answer he turned into a parking lot.  "They have great burgers, let's go
eat," he said as he opened his door.
     Shawn turned and almost gawked at Joey as Mike hopped out his door and
started toward the building.  He jerked his head around when he heard the
door next to him open.  "Come you guys, I'm hungry!" Mike told them.
     After giving Joey another lost glance, Shawn followed his brother out
of the van and they followed behind Mike, who had already started toward
the building.  "They're not guarding us or nothing," Joey whispered to his
brother as he watched Hutchinson, probably twenty feet in front of them, go
into the burger shop without even looking back at them.
     "Whatevers, what you wanta do?" Shawn murmured.
     "Stay cool for now, but stay close to me,"
     "Cool," Shawn replied in a soft voice.  "Look what he's wearing,
crazy," he added, gesturing with his head toward Mike.
     "Whatever, he looks comfortable," Joey answered as he looked over
Mike's tight body, clad in tight fitting white tee-shirt and very short
legged tennis shorts, a pair of blue spandex short forming exactly to his
muscular thighs underneath.
     "Order what you want, it's on me," Hutchinson said, cupping the back
of the brothers' necks and guiding them to the order desk.  After a pause,
Joey ordered a small burger and glass of water for each of them.  "No,
boys, order lunch," Hutchinson said.  "Give them each a Jumbo with cheese,
and large fries.  What flavor malted milk do you want?" he asked, gently
squeezing their necks.  "Hey, this is your first, , , regular food in a
long time, enjoy," he whispered to his shock faced charges.
     After a sample bite, from their faces somewhat to see if their treat
was real, both brothers inhaled their food like they hadn't eaten in weeks.
Mike also ate with the voracity only a teen could, all three boys finishing
long before their host.  As they waited Shawn began squirming in his eat,
but waited silently as Hutchinson ate.
     "Can I go to the bathroom, sir?" he asked when the man finally
finished eating.
     "Of course," Hutchinson answered.  When to boy just looked up at him
wide eyed he continued, "It's back there, in the back corner."  Shawn still
didn't move.  "Go on, I'm sure you can find it."
     The boy shifted uncomfortably in his seat and glanced at his big
brother.  "Well, but, don't you gotta take us?" he whined.
     "You cant go by yourself?" Hutchinson asked, a little lost at why a
thirteen-year-old would need help.  "Why don't you asked your brother to go
with you?"  "Oh, I'm sorry," he said as he snapped to the lad's concern.
"You are not a prisoner anymore, and I'm not a guard," he added, lowering
his voice.  "You guys go to the restroom, Mike and I will wait for you in
the van."
     "Yeah, come on," Joey answered for both of them, pushing his little
brother out of the booth.
     "Damn, no windows," Joey complained after making sure they were alone
in the restroom.
     "You wanta, , ," Shawn asked as he relieved himself.
     "Can you think of a better time, that fool isn't watching us, he'll
sit outside forever before snapping we're even gone!"
     Shawn was silent for a minute or so, and followed his brother out of
the restroom.  "Do you think we should?" he finally asked as Joey peered
out the corner of the door, toward the parking lot.
     "After they lock us back up, we might not get another chance," Joey
answered.  "He's not even looking for us, we can go out that door," he
said, pointing toward the other side of the dining area.  "Come on."  Shawn
pulled back when Joey pulled on his arm.  "Come on dude, this might be our
last chance," Joey urged.
     "What if its cool there, like he said?  What if we get busted, I don't
wanta go back there, to jail," Shawn whimpered.  "Mike is chilled, and he
lives there!"
     "But, what if its another jail?  What if Mike's a stooge or shit?  You
know what the judge said," Joey countered.  He looked across the room at
his getaway door, then at his little brother's frightened face several
times.  "Shit," he hissed.  "I hope the fuck you're right!" he groaned,
ushering Shawn into the parking lot and toward the waiting van.
     "Yea!  Cool!" Mike hooted as his face broke into a wide smile.
     "Yes, thank goodness!  They passed," Hutchinson replied as he watched
his new charges step out of the diner.
     Everyone made a little small talk for the better part of the next hour
during the trip to Boy's Village.  Hutchinson and Mike made a few attempts
at conversation with Shawn and Joey, but it was obvious both brothers minds
were miles away as they scanned the rolling hills and fields through the
van's windows, the first scenery other than jailhouse walls and courtrooms
they had seen in almost a year.
     "Welcome to Boy's Village," Hutchinson announced as he guided the van
through an open gate.  "I'm worn out, would one of you mind driving the
rest of the way?" he asked, shifting the van into park.
     "YES SIR!" Mike hooted, "I WILL!"  He jerked his door open and dove
out of the van.  "Oh, yeah I forgot," he blushed as his seat belt pulled
him back into his seat.  "Yeah, thanks Doc!" he exclaimed as he cautiously
began navigating the mini-van up the long, winding private road.
     Hutchinson grinned as he glanced between his young chauffeur and the
McCarthy brothers in the rear the back seat, both Joey and Shawn gawking at
the neatly groomed meadows and woods on each side of the private road
leading up to the village's main complex.
     After driving almost a mile, Mike drove into a complex of twenty or so
houses, scattered around two larger commercial style buildings, and stopped
the van in front of a door, a sign next to it announcing EVALUATION CENTER
going into one of the larger buildings.
     "Did I do okay, sir?" Mike begged more than asked.
     "Perfectly," Hutchinson answered.  "I'm sorry Shawn, Joey, but have an
appointment. I'm already running a little late, but I will see you in a
couple of hours," he said turning toward the boys.  "I'd like you to go
with Mike, he is going to help you get settled in."
     "Come on dudes, it's cool," Mike chimed in as he slid the van's side
door open.  The brothers glanced at each other and apprehensive climbed
out.  "It's chilled, let's get you checked in, and then I'll show you
around," Mike told them as Hutchinson drove away, and he motioned them
toward the door.
     After they climbed the couple steps to the door, Mike pushed a button
next to the door and seemed to stand slightly more erect.  Neither Shawn
nor Joey had really noticed the thin, gold choker he was wearing until he
seemingly stretched his neck. After a second or so the door softly buzzed,
and Mike relaxed as he pushed the door open.  The brothers followed him
down a wide, well lite hall to door signed INTAKE.  Mike again seemed to
stiffen and crane his neck as he pushed to button next to the door. Almost
immediately it buzzed, and he pushed it open.
     "Hey Chicken Legs, where have you been, I gave up on you!" a muscular
man, seemingly in his mid twenties, quipped as he walked to the trio and
playfully slapped the side of Mike's head.
     "Doc H got the munchies," Mike snickered, throwing a soft punch at the
man's flat stomach.
     "What's this? One morning in town and you're all cocky? Watch it BOY!"
the man answered, popping Mike on his backside.  "I bet your are Joey, and
Shawn," he said to the shocked little faces staring at the scene.  ""I`m
Zachary Green, everyone calls me Pop Zach," he told them.
     "Yeah, or Coach Zach, he's a totally awesome wrestling coach," Mike
injected.
     "He's brown nosing, he doesn't want me to take him down again," Zach
snickered, pulling Mike under the crock of his arm and rubbing the
youngster's back.  "Did you fill them in?"
     "No sir, not much," Mike answered, leaning into the man.
     "Okay guys, let me tell you what we are going to do," Zach said toward
Shawn and Joey.  "We are going to spend a few minutes doing all the trash
we have to do to get you guys processed into the Village, and get you your
uniforms and such.  After that, Mike, who is your mentor while you settle
in with us, is going to take you on a tour of the village and find you some
quarters, your rooms.  Want to get started?"
     Mike slipped away from Zach, and stepped in front of the boys, after
they remained as motionless as statues for several seconds.  "It's chilled,
Pop is cool," he told them.  "I'm going to go check my school assignments,
I'll be right back, I promise."
     "Come on boys, I wont bite," Zack injected.  After Mike nodded a
couple of reassurances, Shawn and Joey followed the man into the next room.
"Okay guys, please take off your shirts," he added as he typed on a
computer keyboard.
     After the brothers reluctantly bared their flat, thin chests, one,
then the other stood in front of a digital camera while Zach took several
front and side pictures of them.  With a little coaching they each lay
their hands on what looked like a scanner.
     "Great!" Zack congratulated them. "I just need to measure you for your
uniforms, " he told them as he wrapped a measuring tape around each boy's
chest, then waist and finally their thin necks.
     "These are our gift, a welcome to Boy's Village gift," he told them as
he picked up two gold chokers, identical to Mike's from the computer desk.
"Be still," he told them as he snapped them one into each boys neck.  "Okay
guys, we are done!" he proclaimed, guiding them to a door at the back of
the room.  "I know you just got out of jail, I'm sure a good hot shower
would feel great.  Go get cleaned up, okay?  Take as long as you like, and
when you are done wrap a towel around yourself and go through that door,"
he told them as he ushered them into a room with several individual shower
stalls.
     Neither boy offered any objection, and dove out of their gym shorts
and under shower heads.  Another young adult was waiting when Shawn went
through the door after enjoying a long, soak under a massaging showerhead.
The man guided him into a small examining room.
     The physical examination was even shorter than the lad hoped it would
be, after weighting and measuring the youngster, the man listened to his
chest with a stethoscope briefly, took his blood pressure and pulse.
`Gulp!' Shawn thought as he saw a needle coming toward him, but he didn't
really feel it as the man drew a sample of his blood.
     He blushed slightly when the male nurse removed the towel he had
wrapped around his thin waist, covering his privates, but after the
countless strip searches he had endured while in jail just stood motionless
as he was examined.
     "Great, go fill this for me, and get dressed," the nurse said, handing
Shawn a urine cup.  "Your uniform is right over there," the he said
pointing to a nearby table.  Pointing at another door he added, "Then go in
there and wait for Mike and your brother."
     `Uniform?  Wait!' Shawn thought as he picked up a pair of white
spandex shorts and skimpy muscle shirt.  `What?' he wondered as he looked
at the string bikini style underwear. Reluctantly he pulled the bikini up
over his white thighs and over his hips. The shorts didn't conceal much
more, absolutely skin tight.  `Yeah well,' he thought, enjoying the feel of
the soft fabric pushing against his skin.  The shirt was just as revealing,
ending about half way down his thin rib cage and clinging to his chest.  He
pulled on the ankle socks and tee-bar sandals on the table before going
into the next room.
     Mike was already in the spacious, airy waiting room, totally engrossed
in the video game he was playing on a huge, wide screen TV.  "No, NO!" he
screamed a couple of seconds later, and tossed the controller on the thick
carpet he was sitting on.
     "Wow, that's bad!" Shawn exclaimed, staring at the equipment.
     "Hey dude, all done?" Mike answered as he turned around.  Mike had
changed into a tight fitting half shirt like Shawn's, but blue to match the
color of his spandex shorts, instead of white like Shawn wore.  "Joey
should be done in a minute and we'll go cruising.  Want to play?" he asked
offering Shawn the game controller.  `Wow, I hit it lucky,' he told himself
as he ran his eyes up and down Shawn's tight, thin body.  `Yeah!" he
thought as he got a good luck at the thirteen-year-old's round, tight
bubble butt, accented perfectly by the skin tight, shinny spandex clinging
to it.
     "Hey, when do we get clothes?" Joey asked as he joined his brother and
Mike a couple of minutes later.  "Man, you can see my, everything in this
shit!"
     "Its chilled, everyone wears them here, you'll get used to them," Mike
* answered, looking over Joey's skin tightly clad body.  "You guys look
* great!  Come on, you want to go look around?"  When neither of them
* answered he opened a nearby glass door. "Come on dudes, it's chilled."
* `Slurp,' he thought as he watched them go through the door.  * * * *
     "That is the last of the paperwork, welcome to Boy's Village, Ed,"
Doctor Hutchinson told his new employee, offering his hand.  "Let me give
you a quick tour of our campus. In a few minutes I have to meet with our
two newest residents."  He scanned his computer monitor and made a few
mouse clicks before adding, "I see they are touring the campus as we speak.
They are going to be two of your first assignments, we might run into
them."
     "Yes sir," Ed Philips meekly answered. Only about three months out of
* school, today was the answer to all the prayers he had offered through
* college; he had finally landed a real, career job after years of being a
* pizza delivery boy, and sack boy at a couple of grocery stores while in
* getting his degree.  * * * *
     "That's the school building," Mike announced, pointing at the other of
the larger buildings.  "Oh yeah, and that's the slop shack!" he snickered,
pointing back at a wing of the building they had just exited.  "The food
place!  It's chilled, they got great food!" he corrected himself.  "Yeah,
and down there's the gym, and we have our own tennis courts, and soccer
fields and everything.  You can even learn rowing, or sailing if you want!"
     "Are we going to get busted or anything if they catch us out here?"
Joey interrupted.  "No one's watching us or nothing, what if they see us?"
he added, looking around the vast open area, a fence or barrier nowhere to
be found.
     "It's chilled dude!" Just for right now you cant to anywhere without
me, just until you get out of Evaluation, but its chilled."
     "What if, maybe we decided to run?" Joey risk.
     "Don't, dude!" Mike barked, stopping and staring at Joey, locking his
eye's on Joey's.  He twisted the gold choker around his neck between his
finger for a second.  "Its chilled here, just give it a chance. But chill,
if you screw up, , , well don't dude, please!"
     "Hi boys!" Hutchinson's voice interrupted Mike and Joey's staring
contest. "Oh, is this a bad time?" he asked seeing Mike's facial
expression.
     "No sir, hi Doc!" Mike answered.
     `Yes, I can tell,' Hutchinson thought as he scanned the boys faces.
"We just have a second, but I wanted to introduce Pop Ed, he joined us
today."  After quickly offering a round of introductions he added, "I'm
sorry we don't have more time, but I'll see you guys soon, okay?"
     Mike's glance silently thanked him as he ushered his new employee
away.
     "Cute kids, but, is that all they wear?" Ed asked his new boss,
glancing back at the spandex clad teenage bodies he was being led away
from.
     "It's part of our program, that is uniform wear here.  The outer
shorts Mike is wearing is uniform wear for school," Hutchinson
answered. "Beside working into our behavior modification program, we have
very few problems regarding them possessing contraband."
     Ed turned and took in one more dose of eye candy as he watched the
three scantily clad teens walk away.  "Forgive me if I am being nosy, but
was that the McCarthy brothers, the one's that killed their dad?  That have
been on national TV for a month, or more?"
     "You are very observant, they arrived late this morning," Hutchinson
replied.  "I don't think it has been released yet, so that their new
location is not known. By the way, you will be working with them as your
first assignment, working with another sociologist, developing a treatment
plan for them.  You can get started tomorrow."
     "But, those boys beat their own father to death while he was sleeping,
and, , ," Ed stopped in mid sentence when Hutchinson turned and glared at
him.
     "Does that frighten you?" the Doctor snapped.  "Mike, the black haired
youngster you just met, that is touring them, mentoring them, sat fire to
three bowling alleys, and killed over a dozen people before he was caught.
Now he is one of my model students, one of many of the residents here that
are my pride and joy."
     He glanced around, and smiled as he saw Joey, Mike still talking, and
* that Shawn was now tucked between them, grinning.  "As I told you during
* our earlier interview, when a boy sets foot on this campus, he starts a
* new life.  If you have trouble dealing with a child because of his past,
* you have accepted the wrong job.  This institution works on love, as does
* my entire therapy program.  If you cant show that to all my boys, let me
* walk you back to your car, I am a busy man."  * * * *
     "Give it a chance dude, I promise it's better here then anywhere you
have ever lived," Mike said.
     "It is pretty and stuff," Shawn injected.  "Don't get mad Joey,
please?" he exclaimed, pushing his thin body under his brother's arm.
     "I'm chilled, bro, it's cool," Joey reassured his little brother.
     "It's cool, don't get scared," Mike added, putting his hand on Shawn's
shoulder.  He was rewarded with a relieved face looking up at him. The
youngster glanced back at his older brother, then reached out, wrapping his
arm around Mike's thin, bare waist.
     "Yeah, little brother, don't worry," Joey smiled down at Shawn's pixie
face.
     "You cant runaway, don't even try," Mike began as the three of them
started walking arm in arm.  "As long as you're wearing one of these, you
cant," he said, pointing at his choker.  "There is some kind of chip or
something in them, and the Village's computer knows where you are all the
time.  It wont let you go anywhere off limits."  "It's cool, it wont hurt
you or nothing, and it's better than getting busted or stuff!" he added,
seeing Joey's surprised face.
     "Let me show you," Mike said as they walked up to one of the houses
scattered around the campus.  "This is my cottage, wait here," he told them
before stepping onto its porch, leaving the brothers on the sidewalk.
"Watch the button after I push it," he instructed, stepping to the side of
the door, and stretching to push the button.
     "See how it turned yellow?  It cant find my collar, you have to stand
in front of the door," he told them, stepping back down to the sidewalk.
"Now, you go push it, stand up straight right in front of the door," he
told Shawn.  "Go on, it wont hurt you," he added, wrapping his hands around
the youngster's bony bare shoulders.
     Shawn backed away, pushing his back against Mike's stomach.  "I'll do
it!" Joey offered, stepping onto the porch. When he pushed the button it
turned red.
     Mike guided Shawn up onto the porch.  "Everybody stand up straight, so
it can see your collars, and push it now," he instructed.  When Joey did,
the door emitted a soft buzz.  "When it saw me, well my collar it let us
in," he said as he pushed the door open.
     "You screwing with the computer, or me again?" a male voice barked as
they stepped into the cottage.  "You know, I'm going to get you for that!"
a short stocky man, seemingly in his mid-thirties said as he stepped into
the cottages entryway.
     "Hi Pop!" Mike exclaimed, pushing himself into a hug with the man.
"This is my Dorm-Dad. Pop Sammy," he told the brothers.  "This is Shawn,
and Joey, I'm their mentor."
     "Hi boys, welcome to the Village," Sam answered with a wide
grin. "Don't trust him though, he a mischievous little rat!" he added,
grabbing Mike and tickling his ribs.  Mike giggled, and squirmed like a
worm as Sam's big hands poked his bare stomach and ribs.
     "Can I show them my room?" he snorted, trying to catch is breath.
Mike gave Sam a quick hug and started down the hall.  The three boys walked
past a half dozen doors lining the hall before Mike stopped in front of
one.  "Go on in," he told the brothers.
     Joey, Shawn right behind.curiously walked through the doorway.  They
were only a foot or so inside the room when Shawn yelped, and both boys
grabbed their necks.  "It wont hurt you, it just vibrates to tell you your
not suppose to be in there," Mike reassured them as they darted back into
the hall.  "Come on," he said stepping into the room.  "It's cool, I
promise," he said, turning back toward the thin statues staring at him from
the hall.
     "No one is allowed in Mike's room when he is not there," Sam injected
from behind the brothers, draping his big hands onto the boys shoulders.
He gently pushed them through the door.
     "See?" Mike asked as Shawn and Joey looked around, their hands
protectively covering their necks.  "And it wont hurt you, it just vibrates
to tell you that you are off-limits, its chilled.  This is my room, what do
you think?"
     "Wow, you got two computers?" Shawn exclaimed.  "And a Playstation?"
     "One of the computers is my roommates, everyone has a computer here,
you will get one later today," Mike answered.  "All the desks at school
have computers too."
     "Is everyone's room like this?" Joey asked.  He pushed on one of the
beds in the room, then sat in one of the padded, swivel office chairs in
front of a study desk.
     "Yeah, check this out," Mike answered, pulling a CD out of the fifty
or so in his collection. He popped it into his computer, and almost
instantly a set of large speakers, concealed in the walls sprang to life.
     "Wow," Joey gasped as he listened to the music.
     "Mike!" Sam's voice interrupted a minute or so later, cutting off the
music the speakers were playing.
     "Yes sir" the teen answered.
     "Doctor Hutchinson would like to talk to Joey and Shawn, please take
them back to the Eval Center."
     "Yes sir.  Come on, we got to go," Mike told his guests.  They started
out of the room when Mike turned back and rushed to his desk, grabbing a
fanny pack and draping it over his shoulder.
     "Let's go this way," he told the brothers when they started toward the
front door.
     The brothers followed their guide into a large, kitchen.  Mike opened
a large, double door refrigerator and grabbed an apple from it.  "Grab
something!" he told them, pointing at the crisper drawer he had opened.
     "Help yourself," Sam said as he walked into the room.  "Get what you
want," the man added as the brothers gawked at the large collection of
fruit inside.  "Go on, you want a peach, a pear, there's some Kiwi in
there," Sam told them.  Shawn glanced at his brother and snatched an apple,
tucking it behind his back, almost hiding it.  "Get another if you want,
these pears a sweet as candy," Sam told the youngster, trying to muffle his
snicker.  "You too," he told Joey, pushing the boy toward the refrigerator.
     "Can I do my homework at Eval tonight Pop?" Mike asked.
     "I see you planned on that," Sam quipped, pointing at Mike's fanny
pack.  "What time will you be home?"
     "Ah, nine-thirty?" his charge risk.  "Well, maybe nine? Sir,"
     "Nine-fifteen, sign out," Sam answered.  Mike darted to a nearby
computer keyboard and typed on it for a second or so.  Sam was right behind
him, and punched in a few keystrokes after Mike stepped back.
     "Thanks Pop!" Mike hooted, throwing his arms around his Dorm-Dad's
neck.  "Come on," he bubbled, bouncing out the door.
     "He's nice," Shawn said after he rushed to catch up with Mike, and
walked next to the older teen.  He looked down at the fruit, admiring it as
if it were a prize.
     "He's totally cool, everyone here is," Mike answered, taking a bite of
his apple as he pulled Shawn's thin body under his arm.
     "Wow, this is totally yum!" Joey mumbled, his mouth still half full of
his bite of apple.  "We got these sometime in that, after school stuff they
put us in before, , , well, , , I forgot how awesome they are," he said,
his voice failing.
     "Still want to run?  It's really this chilled all the time here," Mike
answered, pulling Joey under his other arm.  He closed his eyes as he felt
his new friends lean against him, and a thin arm wrap around his bare waist
from each side.
     Joey pulled his arm away from Mike's waist, but continued to walk next
to him after a minute.  "How come," he began, but hesitated.  "How come,
they, they like you so much, they grab you and stuff all the time?"  "Do
you gotta, do stuff for them?  Do we have to?"  He ran his hand down his
skin tight shorts before adding, "Why do we gotta wear this stuff, so they
can look at us?"
     "Only if you want to," Mike replied.  "Doc H would kill anyone that
touched any of his boys us if we didn't want them too."  He glanced at
Shawn's then Joey's face.  "Only if you want to, with other boys, or with
staff."

Should I continue?  Let me know.