Date: Mon, 12 Nov 2001 17:55:53 -0500
From: paul paris <shaksbeer@ureach.com>
Subject: The Arena

This is a story from my imagination. It is pure fiction. Any names, places
or description are purely there to help the story keep on track. The
subject matter is the nature of life between a man and boy/s. Underage sex
is illegal so do check your country allows stories about this.

I have the copyright so do please ask if you wish to use this story for any
reason. Fee paying sites will automatically be refused

I am dyslexic so if you have read any of my other stories then you will
know I have proofreaders. They are people with dreams as I but have
disabilities to. We do our best.

I was diagnosed with Liver cancer and I am having Chemotherapy to get it
under control or kill it. So far it's working.

Most of the work is done in Hospital so that I have things to do. I do get
home now each night but I am happy fighting. This was my third story I ever
wrote. I have had it re-worded in places with help. This was a story that
did a lot for me.



                             The Arena

                              Part 1


It is eleven foot by seven foot. Two beds were inside. Add to those two
tables with a cupboard under each of them. Bars against the window and the
door locks, with a number of keys required to open them. So that was the
simple description of the cell I was visiting. I was a prison visitor. This
is a person who will visit prisoners who have no family, No friends or
both. At the worst end of the scale volunteers were asked to visit the
so-called scum of society. These were Rapist, sex offenders or people who
had been found guilty of a crime involving children. They were called
Paedophiles. To me they were still human beings. Visiting these people had
very strict guidelines. You could talk about anything, but if they spoke
about what they were in prison for or even what they had done you had in
your possession a Dictaphone (very apt with flashers) to record any
conversations. I had always been in the right frame of mind so whoever or
whatever they had done; no one had the right to feel alone.

I was taken to Wing 13 on D Block. There were 2 requests for visitors. My
partner in crime, what a thing to say, was a man from the lay preachers
guild. He got a Rapist who was climbing the walls due to some phobia and
would smash the place up unless he got someone to talk to. I was asked to
sit in on a group of prisoners while they had a group session with a
psychiatrist. They had all agreed to a stranger being there and witness the
reaction of a member of the public.

Seven men of all ages sat about in a smoke filled room talking. To them
what they had done was as common as you or I going to the supermarket. To
them there were no serious consequences. I was asked to act normal. I
listened to the man who raped a 6 year old girl, 2 men who liked to watch
children in a local leisure centres changing rooms. 3 men had been caught
with boys, and a man who was being held on remand for possible sex
offences. For the hour I heard how each man told in graphic details about
his crime. They argued about who was telling lies, un-caring, maniacs, the
list went on. With 5 minutes to go I was asked what I thought of the
group. I answered in true honesty that I was more concerned about their
victims. When it was over I was asked to see the man on remand. "I need
your help!" I went for the Dictaphone. "No this is private. If you are not
happy after I tell you something then go brag to the screws."

"Go see my family. I need to know they are all OK. They wont let me contact
them in any way. Just say that the Bear sent you and they will know its
alright to talk to you." He gave me a piece of paper that had his address
on. It was not far from me so against my better judgment I would go. I did
this for a reason. He was a remand prisoner so had yet to be convicted of
anything. I left the obligatory pack of cigarettes and made my way out. I
gave them the Dictaphone back knowing that it contained nothing but the
words of the group meeting.

I went through the familiar quick search and being a regular the officers
had begun to just ask me if I had anything I should not. This was followed
by a laugh because my answer was always, "Oh just one prisoner escaping
through my sock." I was let out with "See you next month Rodney." And
that's me Rodney Collins.

In the car I took the paper from my sock thanking the trusting search
officers for not looking there. It took me an hour to get to the address.
It was a shabby looking address but in the neighbour hood it was the best
of the lot. I knocked at the door. After a short while a boys face looked
through the letterbox. "Hello." not a word. Another boy opened the door. He
was scruffy looking and I guess about 12. I whispered, "The bear sent me."
The boy ran into my arms crying. "Uncle is here." Now don't get me confused
because this had done it already. 2 more boys came running out. They never
looked at me just joined in the family hug. A woman came to the door. "Ah I
am glad you made it. Ricky being on remand has made this situation very bad
for the boys. I take it you have seen him?" I nodded. "I have been here for
2 days now trying to instil some good behaviour in these boys but with no
luck. I am Mrs Wallis from Social Services."

Have you ever had that feeling which is called Pins and Needles? I had it
right then. I was feeling flushed and panicked but the eldest boy held me
tight while the Wallis woman collected her bags and told me that if the
boys would be needed in the next few months I would be called. "Have a good
trip abroad boys." She left.

The boys went into action as if this had been planned ever since they had
left their mothers womb. "Tom watch the door. Peter gets the bags. I was
told to give you this." I was so out of my depth that I looked at the
biggest boy in such away that he said, "Come on Uncle we have not got time
to do this." I read the letter. "I hope the person who is reading this will
be someone I have asked for help. The eldest boy is called Joe he is 12.He
knows what to do and I beg you to help the boys. There have been provisions
made for your help and Joe has the rest of the details." I was really
confused. "Uncle look at me." Said Peter. Flash, he took a photograph. I
watched as the three boys put together a passport for me with all the
official looking stamps.

"What's your name?" I looked at Peter. "I am Rodney. The bear sent me."
Joe grabbed a bag giving it to me. "Uncle Rodney this is yours. You are our
uncle and live in Spain. You are taking us to stay with you because that
will stop us from being split up. We wont be coming back. Understand." Here
I was the adult being controlled by three boys. They each had some strings
and I was the puppet. "Get the bags in the car Tom." I looked while this
was going on. "Uncle come on get with it. Drive to the private Airport at
Gromer." I stood outside and as yet I had not even said, "Stop." The boys
got in the car and I started to drive. Peter threw a key out of the
window. It took me 6 hours to get to Gromer Airport. There was a plane
waiting. Customs was a blind man fixing another plane so all we got was a
finger pointing to the North and "You are late. Take off in 5 minutes."

The plane roared off with me still in a state of shock wondering how I had
got from a visit in a prison to a plane 15,000 feet high heading for who
knows where. "Ah the hero of the day. Rodney is it not. Peter has told me
all about you. This is yours. I was given a briefcase that contained a
great deal off money. "That will keep you going for a while. This is your
new passport. You are Mr Martin Gough. You have three boys as you can
see. Peter is 11, Tom is almost 11 and Joe is 12. They have been with you
since their mother died giving birth to Tom. We will land at an Airfield in
Italy and the Chateau has been purchased to the requirements of the letter.
This is a radio. If you need help at any time just call, "Cave the Bear
needs you". You will get a visit within 10 minutes. Joe can explain the
rest. Have a good flight." I was grateful I knew Tom because he saw what
was going to happen and Managed to get a couple of sick bags that I happily
filled.

"Feel better Martin?" I grabbed Joe and asked him angrily what was going
on. "Sorry Martin. Our other Uncle was kept in prison for the reason that
they thought he was at risk of fleeing the country. We are boys with very
special talents. People will pay a lot of money to buy us." I looked even
more angrily at him. "Buy you?" Joe continued. "Yes buy us. We have been
trained to do special tasks. Colin who was in prison was supposed to be
taking us where you are. He was arrested for it. I told him I knew. "No he
is a child pusher and now so are you. We have a chateau that we stay at
then if people need children like us they pay good money. One quarter to us
that goes in a special bank account that's already been set up and half to
you so that you can go through the procedure of training more boys. You
will be a millionaire in a year. The boys are found and brought to you and
you just train them nothing else. If a boy fails in his training then he is
lost. No blame is ever attached to you." That was when I could not get a
bag quick enough. Joe took the whole force of it. I looked at him covered
in my vomit and he was continuing as if nothing had happened. "Feel better
now. I have the feeling that you would rather go home?" I was wiping his
face when the boy who had hugged me at the door became different. The dirt
now gone from his face made him look quite respectable. "Peter quick get
the case" Joe was very upset. He took some sort of make up out off the bag
and covered his face. "Only money gets the real me."

I was given a book while the boys all did some sort of exercise to relax.
They looked in unison and very articulate in what they did. "Welcome to
Chateau Haven. At the chateau in any one-day 12 boys will be available for
purchase. Their trainer will tell you if he has any boy that meets your
need. No matter the age if there is a boy the cost is 200,000 Pound
Sterling. No cheques, cash only. After payment the boy will be brought to
your home or you can collect. Your contract with the boy is to provide a
home and schooling of the highest standing. You will not harm, hurt, or
maim the child in anyway unless it is part of the predilection of your
nature. A doctor that you will pay will inspect the child every week. This
contract is binding and no police will be involved. We have our own
security. The Trainer that you will contact is called The Bear. Beware that
if you are deemed to have hurt or falsely obtained a child for illicit
purposes then The Bears claws will be released. Pray that does not happen.
Finally, The Bears word is final in the placement of the boys, or you with
the boys. These establishments' credentials are the best of its kind. To do
businesses call Mr Martin Gough.

"So Uncle what do you think?" I asked Joe what it really was all about.
"Get use to it Uncle you are in the business of selling boys to men for
company and sex." If I was not so angry I was fuming now. Joe just laughed
"Read paragraph 3 if you want to get real angry." Their will at any one
time be 12 boys at the chateau and their trainer has the right to first
test any boy before he becomes part of your family. I had been set up. I
said I wanted to go back. "Uncle if you had not saved us we would have been
split up and sent all over the country. "But Joe, to be sold for sex that's
sick." Little Peter came to me with a tape recorder. The only thing on it
was " The main thing I am concerned about was their victims." That was my
voice. I had said that in the group session. Child molesters, are a dime a
dozen but who looks after their children. "Well Uncle now you do get to
take care of their children and decide who are worthy to have us."

The plane landed and we were transferred to a Limo. It was all cloak and
dagger still. I could see the chateau ahead. It was big. There was a fence
around it with security on the gate. The board warned that the fence was
electrified. We got to the door and a man brought me a Key. "Mr Gough. So
you are the new trainer. Do not forget, any trouble call the cave." Okay,
so I was thinking Batman and what the hell am I doing here, even, who the
hell made me go?" In the main hall I was greeted by 9 other boys all shapes
and sizes. They each had a book with their names on. "I need a drink." A
boy at the far end-ran off bringing an artificial globe that contained
every drink known to man, several different glasses and some Ice. "The
Creep." I looked at the boy who said it. With his head bowed he took a book
from the wall. Punishments. All the boys' names were in the book and red
dots were against them. This boy was called Cullen had 12 dots. 13 meant he
had to get beaten with a belt. Rather than add a dot I heard the voice that
said "what about their victims?" If he were to be beaten he would become a
statistic of hurt children. The book said that No one who purchased a child
could harm them so why should I. The book was torn up into small pieces.
Joe looked at me. "And you don't know what to do? It looks like you have
started to train already." For the first time in the whole day He made me
laugh. I whispered. "Will you get washed now and take your brothers with
you. Cullen walked over to me. "We are not brothers, we are all saved
street children. What time is inspection?"

I made my way to the office. It was as big as the room I lived in back
home. I had a safe that I had to enter a code of my choice. I had all the
details of the boys. Everything was fitting like a jigsaw. I heard a
bell. I did wonder what it was but when Cullen came into my office with a
tray of food, I gathered it was Dinner. "Cullen is you trying to get into
my good books?" I never noticed his smile before. "Thank you sir for not
giving me a beating." Then left. For the next hour I sat and ate a
delicious meal then took the chance to read the boys reports. Next to
trainer was a picture of the guy I had seen in prison that had deceased
through it. I could not believe what I was reading. All the boys had been
trained in multi sexual practices. Any child could be called upon to test
what they had been taught by the trainer. The one rule was No child could
say no.

I then got to meet the real Joe, Tom and Peter. They were completely
different and were very good looking. Hell, I was thinking they were good
looking. I felt very uncomfortable. I wriggled in the chair. Joe walked
towards me. "Uncle that's the effect we are supposes to have on people." I
am not someone who was into liking boys and things like that. I could not
understand why men would want to do something with Joe. It was, He was good
looking, and his face was that of Michelangelo's David. Yes I like art.
Well he was nice, is that what you wanted to hear. I did not like the next
part. I had to train him. There must be an easier way than this. Cullen
came to collect my plate. "If you need some company Uncle you can call for
me." He stood next to me looking. I read his book. Cullen Robins English.
Parents died in a plane crash when a baby. Chateau acquired child at the
age of 6. Talents, He is a great Passion seeker as well as giver. Has a
final exam to take before ready for the view book. Body oiled twice a day
Hair groomed once a week. Needs practicing for kissing and further. Angry
child. Has yet to become close to any trainer so punishment potential
High. Might be happy with Rich Farmer who needs a son. RCP. 100,000 Pound
Stirling. This is due to lack of commitment. PD. I looked at the letters
and PD meant Punishment Dropped. "Cullen what Does PD mean?" He pulled up a
stool. He lifted his shirt. "It means that some people who come here want
boys to hurt. PD means I am one of those. It would only last a year then I
come back here. I will get 25,000 Pound Sterling for that. I have been away
once and you can see the marks." I saw them.

"Cullen if you went to buy a car would you chose a shiny red one or the
other shiny red car that had a big dent in it? He laughed. "The big shiny
one, the first one." I looked at him "Cullen you are the one that had a
dent in." He sat on the stool resting his head on the table. I could hear
him crying but he said it was a cold. I lifted his chin and looked him in
the eye. "If I had a car with a dent that I loved do you know what I would
do?" Wiping his eyes he said no. "I would find the best garage around and
get him to make it as good as new." I told him to find Joe for me. Joe came
running and almost hit the table. "Joe if any of the boys is unwell what
happens?" He opened the cupboard to show me a set of books. He looked up
doctor then showed me. I called the number. "Hello Dr Yatra here." I was
not sure what to say so took a deep breath and said, "This is the bear I
need to see you" and put down the phone.

It was 7 minutes later that the limo drove up. "I am Dr Yatra." I called
Cullen in. I showed the doctor and asked him if he could do something about
the marks. "Well some light Acid then a graft of skin from another would
have this well in 3 months." I told him I wanted it done at the chateau as
soon as possible. "Oh naturally. I will use the infirmary. I will do it
tonight." I said he could send the bill but he said there was no need. He
was given a free boy for his expert services less than 3 months ago. "The
boys get my first class treatment not what I give those stuck up rich
bastards who should know better." I told Joe to get Cullen ready. He told
me that Chiro was waiting to see me. A small boy came in and asked to be
tested as soon as possible. I asked what he meant because there was nothing
in the book of his. Standing in front of me I watched as he took his shorts
and briefs down. His age was 12 but he was endowed with a small finger
penis. I saw the problem. He had some stitches in the skin that just needed
taking out. He had caught it tight in his zip a while back. , I think it
was because I had been effected by the air up this high, or maybe I was
going fucking mental at the thought of looking after all these kids. Gently
I held him while I pulled the 4 stitches out after a quick snip with the
scissors on the table. "Will you try now?" He shuffled forwards. I could
see he wanted me to touch him. "I will hold the tissues so that it won't
cause a mess." I stopped. I pulled up his clothes. He looked at me as if it
was the end of the world. "Chiro has angered you." He left the room. My
eyes focused upon the stitches on the tissue on the table and realised that
I had become a molester of children without really thinking about it.

I ran to the door and called the boy back. I had done it again. These boys
had no one else but me until they were brought as if a slave. "I am sorry
Chiro. Shall we try that again?" I took his hand and sat back down. I did
the opening this time. I could see that he was pleased with that. I held
the damaged penis when almost immediately it started to grow. "It is
better. Will it make a mess?" I said that we should let it rest after the
stitches had come out and check in two days. Most children if they give you
a hug place their arms around you then you do the same. I wonder just how
many would do that to a stranger half naked? The person in prison who had
been training them sure had them under his thumb.

Joe came in while I was in the hug with Chiro. "Well Uncle that did not
take long till you got stuck in." I told him to stay. I helped Chiro
dress. And we hugged again then left. "Right I do not care who you think
you are. I have been told I am the trainer, The Bear. So you will give me
the respect I have got for doing this right!!!" Joe walked to me "I am very
sorry uncle. You are right. Forgive me? The doctor has finished what you
asked of him and said Cullen will sleep all night and will have no pain."
He walked out. Almost immediately his face popped in again. "I hope one day
I get a man who loves boys like you show." I could not say much. It was
going through my head all day. I had to take a walk. I went about the
chateau. I saw the bedrooms. The clothing rooms this place had everything.
There was a pool that was well used by the multitude of wet footprints and
wet towels hanging around. I called Joe to get a few friends. "Now Mr no it
all, you and your friends get to clear the pool up, towels in to be cleaned
or whatever you do to them and mop it all down. 1 hour. The moans of "it
takes us all morning." I heard Joe tell them he would get more time. I
shouted "Do not try my patience now, I have very good ears and a strong
right arm. Have we a cricket Bat here?" I was told it was in the cupboard
marked Ball games. "Right let's hope I get to hit a ball and not a young
boys bottom with it. Understand."

I found the infirmary. Cullen was face down asleep I lifted the sheet.
Every mark on that poor boys body had be made good. I turned away when I
touched his bottom. Well the guy in prison must have seen something more
than I ever knew. I sat with Cullen. I stroked his hair he did look sweet
just lying there. While I had one last touch he woke up from his deep
sleep. "Hello Uncle. I am very sore." I told him he would be fine. "Will
you stay with me for a while till I go to sleep?" I grabbed the stool and
held his hand. I was pleased that "I will be with you forever." Was never
said out loud. Cullen heard it in his own way so held tight and fell back
to sleep. I went back to my office. Walking to it I was honest and wished I
had never got where I was but I thought of the boys so far who had become
my friend. I just could not give up on them.

Paul was 10.A new boy to the chateau. 3 weeks ago. Training to start. Terri
was 10. Had been there since he was three and his parents tried to sell him
to Romany gypsies. Cullen I knew all about except he had been passed over 7
times, Joe. 12 were a leader in his field. Tom and Peter both 11. Loved to
be taught so worth expert time. Chiro was 11 and he had a brother Tio who
was 12. Both very loving and will do anything for the right person. Jac and
Franc were 13. These 2 boys could be the babies if needed. Have all the
passing grades. Finally Ch1 and Ch2 both boys are 13. They are originally
from China. Great bath mates so if customer requires a bath mate there are
2 who are ready.

I could not believe what I was reading. It was like a menu at the
restaurant except you are after young live flesh here. I asked all the boys
to line up so that I could put a face to a name. I made Joe carry on
cleaning being that I had seen him enough for the time being. Tio was a
mystery. He did look oriental but not Chinese. It was as if they both, Tio
and Chiro had been the union of English and Chinese. Tio was good enough.
His eyes were full blue and pierced you like lasers. The one thing I did
approve of was there clothing. All had the same so the conformity was
hypnotic. If a boy had test to pass he would wear 6 different coloured
badges. Pass a test and one got removed. Only 2 boys had no badges on. Tio
and my Cullen. Sorry Tio and Cullen. He was not mine even though I was a
different person when I was with him. He wanted some attention. He wanted
love not beatings. His red hair was as angry looking as the scars he had on
his back. Maybe I was right when I said they were mine.


				  Part 2

I asked each boy that was in the hall to choose a part of the Chateau to
show me. I know I said it was big so maybe, just maybe, I would pass on the
training and being shown around would take all my time. I was wrong there.
Jac and Franc showed me the rooms that contained all the clothing.  It was
as big as a department store. There were so many cupboards. They had just
numbers on the door. In each was enough clothing to last a lifetime of
boys. One cupboard at the side had a Red star on it. Inside there was
underwear. Boxers, briefs, leather, zippers, see through and all in ones.
Every colour, size and shape. I saw the book on the shelf but wished I had
never opened it. There were pictures of so many boys wearing nothing but
underwear. It was clear what the pictures were for but did not like what
was written. "Some clients are in need of boys who will be like the
pictures all day so pictures will suffice their need to look."

Paul and Terri took me to the dinning area. The food was cooked away from
the Chateau but there was enough food in locked glass cabinets that
would last for 6 months in case of emergencies. Chiro and Tio showed me to
the bedrooms. Every boy had his own room and there were 6 extra rooms empty
for children if and when they became available. My room was enormous. The
most prominent feature was a great big round bed in the centre of the
room. Enough space for anything you wished for. Cupboards all filled with
clothing. I got to the stage of not bothering to check if it was my size
but assumed that it was. Joe, Tom and Peter were almost finished at the
pool but I found the room that Ch1 and Ch2 show me was the worst. It was
like a medieval torture room. Chains and whips. I just turned away I could
not help but look at the boys faces not wanting to believe that they would
willingly go through the torture that the room was set up for.

 When I got back to the office I looked again at the contract that to be
signed by the people who bought the boys. I wanted to make a few changes
but again I was in a position where I did not know what to do. I saw a
solicitors Number so called. "Come see the bear!" It was similar to the
doctor. He was there within a few minutes. I explained what I wanted to
do. "This is very inappropriate." I asked him if it was inappropriate for
him or us. I demanded that the following clause be included and new
contracts made out.

"No boy will be allowed to go with any man he does not want to be with. The
acts of punishment will no longer be allowed so if any boy is marked in any
way a full explanation will be required. If I am not satisfied then the
security services will be involved."

"You mean that for the sake of a child you would cause harm to their owner
if the child was harmed?" I looked at him face to face. "The boys here are
to be loved even by perverts and I will protect them in any way I
can. Understand?"

In less than an hour I had all the new contracts in my hands. I was getting
everything sorted when I realised that it was dark. It was in fact 2am. The
boys had eaten and taken themselves off to bed. I looked in on each boy to
make sure things were as they should be but got a slight shock. Most of the
boys had Cucumber over their eyes. Their faces were covered in a white
facemask. Their hands had white gloves on. I made a note to find out about
this in the morning. Finally I checked on Cullen. He was still asleep but
the sheet that covered him was on the floor. He lay straight and prone. His
flesh was smooth as silk. I spent far too much time standing they're
looking at him before I lifted up the sheet recovering him so he was warm
enough till morning.

On my way out I saw a box on the wall that had the room numbers on them.
The words "Pass" and "Check" were highlighted. The infirmary's light had
the same. I flipped one of the tabs wondering what they were for. There was
no book so I made a note to check on that in the morning. Above my head
were 2 lights. Under each light was the words "Normal." And "Change." I
must have made a mistake because I hit the normal button and it would not
go out. My note pad was filling up. 3am. I was getting tired. I checked the
Alarm, I did read that, and then went to bed. I managed a quick shower but
was not sure how to sleep in a round bed.

I had not been in bed long when I saw Tio come in to my room. I was going
to say something but wondered if he was sleeping walking. I had not got
around to reading the boys medical histories. I watched. Tio washed his
face, took off his gloves and make his way to the round bed. Scared is the
wrong word but I was frozen stiff. I could not talk and I panicked slightly
because my breathing began to falter. At the bottom of the round bed, I'll
let you work that out, Tio lifted the cover. He slipped under. I started to
feel sick. He was caressing my feet. His lips kissed my legs. I wished I
had got dressed. I was repulsed by his actions the combinations of feelings
made me almost faint. Between my thighs his kissing continued, where he had
kissed his hands stroked till the sheet that covered us slipped away. I
looked down screaming for him to stop but I heard no sounds. I was ashamed
because his actions were having the wrong effect upon my body. When you die
they say the first thing that happens is Riga Mortis sets in. There was
only one part of me that had Riga Mortis. I was ashamed to say it was not
dead. The boy just continued to do everything I never wanted. I think I was
getting angry because I grabbed his hair to throw him off but I had no
strength in my arms. On his own he sat up impaling himself on the organ
that I always kept private. Tight and squeezing he slipped up and down on
me. Tio masturbated. I watched as his hand fly back and forth over his
organ begging him to stop. I could not understand why I could hear the
screams but Tio could not. I did try and move but all that happened was I
managed to arch my back and explode in an orgasm the like I had never
known. Tio was still in the flow while making me empty my contents inside
him. He sat firm then while I was looking a droplet the size of winter
mornings dew escaped from him. A tissue took care of it. His mouth took
care of me. Tio left as quickly as he came in. I just managed to get across
to the sink before I vomited at the thought of my dream. I went back to
bed. My only thought was, if it was a dream why was there a tissue on the
bed.

I slept late but did see that someone had brought some breakfast. I stood
on the tissue. I remembered what had happened last night. It took a
mouthful of coffee and I felt sick again. It must have been the thought of
the dream. I lay back for a bit but was disturbed by Joe. "Morning Uncle, I
have brought the book. Lets get the curtains."  When he opened them there
was a different Joe. He was like a regular boy. It looked as if he was
going out to get on a bike. Yes he was a regular kid. "Will you tick the
book please?" I started to understand. The lights I saw last night, normal
and change. They signified the way I wanted the boys to be the next
morning. Change was to get dressed up and even use make up. I looked at the
book. All the boys were normal for today. I signed the book. "I hear that
you have to have a badge this morning?" I do not know about you but there I
was naked in a strange bed surrounded by strange boys in a strange house
being told I was to have a badge. "You dropped Tio's flag last night. You
have to give marks out of 10. The number determines what badge you take
from him." I was getting good at vomiting. I managed to face the floor when
it happened. "Don't worry uncle The Ch brothers are on room duties today I
will call them." I told Joe to wait till I had dressed. "Uncle, you must
not worry because we will all see you naked at some time. Now what mark do
you give Tio?" I never answered. "Wow was he that good?" I stood and threw
a pillow at him. "Now I have seen you uncle." I called him back "Joe I will
say 6. Now get out. I want everyone in the hall in 15 minutes.

I went down. All the boys including Cullen were there. All looked so
different. I asked Cullen what had happened to his blue eyes. He took a box
from his pocket and showed me the contact lenses. I began that day to
understand how they made some boys look the way they did. I sent them of to
do their jobs and Tio came to my room. He gave me a blue badge then a
smile. "Tio I have to ask you, what did you do last night?" He never said
much, but after he said "Just whatever you wanted." I was grateful that
there was a bin nearby.

I had a meeting with a Mr 2 early afternoon. Mr 2 is a Manager of thriving
business. Requires someone to keep him company on long nights and days.
Will send boy to school in Switzerland then home each night, as he does not
live far away. He has deposited 200,000 Pound Sterling in the chateau
account. I read his requirements. I had to call Joe. "You better read
this." He took his time. "Then it looks like I am the one." I told him to
get ready. I regretted those words. I went to look in on him and offered to
get some new clothes as a start. "That's not the way it is done." I looked
at him "It is if I am the Trainer." Joe almost fell into my arms. The boy
with the big head was now just a normal lad. He was as scared about the
decision as I was. I got the clothes. Not knowing what a boy would wear I
offered a choice. I watched as he packed into a case the clothing in his
room and what he had been wearing. I looked on as the naked child chose
Boxers and socks in white. The Trousers and shirt in Black, A jumper with a
question marks on it and a cap. Before he started to dress, why I do not
know, I hugged him with no reservation at all. Even the kiss to the
forehead was unexpected.

Mr 2 arrived. He looked like a normal businessman. Reading the contract he
was happy to sign. Joe arrived. I introduced him. For a while they chatted.
Formalities agreed and they had gone. I remember a book I had seen. I
called a number." 1 child contract signed. Empty places are going spare. I
called Cullen and told him to take Joes room as he was going to have to
help me. The rest of the day was just getting to know the boys. Their likes
and dislikes that I wrote in a new book. I even managed to write down what
sexual activities the CH brothers liked when they told me. I asked Tio
about last night but I made him feel as if he had failed on some big test.
I had a visit from Chiro who wanted to have a test because of the stitches
being removed. I had him stand next to me and I looked at the cut that had
healed. "It should be alright." He had a wonderful smile that made me smile
along wit him. I had tea with the boys and that was unheard of. Listening
to them I began to realise just how important this life was to them. They
had nothing else so the Chateau was the start of a new life.

I was helped by all the boys to do a new rota for them. Out went cleaning
up mess made by others. They would all have a responsibility for
themselves.  In the evening we all had a game of baseball in the garden.
This again was something never done before, they were never allowed
outside. There was a room fitted like a gymnasium. I just gave them the
fresh air they looked like they needed. We had drinks after the game and I
was horrified to hear what some of them had gone through. I told them I had
hay fever from playing in the garden rather than tell them I was crying for
the pain they had suffered. I saw the way they got ready for bed. Normally
they were on their honour to do this on their own but it made it a more
family atmosphere when they had someone to care for them. I then understood
why they did what they did to just be part of a family again.

They all got to bed except Cullen who brought the book to sign. Day and
night I had to sign who was there. I took the book and said goodnight. I
left the light on normal and looked at all the sleeping boys in turn. I
turned the Alarm on and had an early night myself. I was reading some of
the more out of date files and counted over 50 boys had gone through the
chateau in a year. I did not know what I was going to do. This was going to
be too much I was sure. I was not the right person for this but I could not
see them alone. The bank accounts showed funds in excess of 4,000,000 Pound
Sterling. Only a small amount was used each week so I wondered who was the
main beneficiary of all this money. I lasted till midnight when I think I
fell asleep with the book falling to the floor.

At 2am the door opening waked me up. I saw a shadow approach. It was
Franc. He closed the door quietly then walked towards the bed. Slowly he
slipped off the long gown he wore to bed. All the boys had the same clothes
on at night. I felt as I did last night. I just wished I could tell them
all. Franc sat next to me. The room was so dark that his silhouette was
about all I could seat the top of my head. Slipping the covers down he
moved to my head. His long arms reached down massaging my chest. His reach
let him run his fingers through the hairs from my neck to the pubic
bone. With his knees either side of my head he managed to stretch even
further. His lips nibbled the parts of me that I would never believe lips
would ever touch. I could feel small hairs touch my nose with a smell of
hyacinths. In a soft and quick move this boy had engulfed my organ to its
fullness. With gentle suction his lips and tongue penetrated the hole in
the tip of my organ delivering delicious signals of wanton lust. When he
forced the opening wider I had to take a deep breath. I almost died at that
moment because I could feel this small organ push into my mouth. I wanted
to spit it out so made my plan to get rid of it. I thought long and hard.
Sucking his was not an option but every time it touched the back of the
tongue I had the impulse so did. He then sucked harder and his hands
moistened by the juices I had started to excrete started to dig into the
area known as no go, being that the only thing that ever went there was
paper. My body started to do things I never told it. I was pushing up,
sucking down. The feelings got very intense. Without a care I broke with my
feelings and when Franc slipped sideways I went with him. I believe that I
was now sucking him more than he was I. Franc moved down so that his feet
rested now on the bed and I was ashamed. I lost the comforter that I had
been sucking on. I used my hands and lips to get it back and it was then I
who was the one on top. Sucking for all I was worth I had to take all of
this boy but why I cannot tell you. I felt a hand touch me then start to
rub. It made me use some sort of force that caused Franc to make noises of
satisfaction. I never did feel that night after that I was doing wrong. I
did feel guilty but I just sucked. When I had the feeling I was about to
explode I tried to turn back but Franc's mouth covered me again. I filled
his mouth listening to him swallow every drop. His legs opened wide as I
sucked on him and I tasted something new. It was sweet but also had a
slight bitterness combined. It was as if I had taken a sip from a glass but
not of water. I realised what I had done and that's when the guilt took
over. Franc spoke asking if he could stay the night. I think he was upset
because I was sharp at telling him to go to bed. I saw the small figure
dress and make his way to the door. I sat up quickly turning on the
light. "Franc come here." He shuffled his way to me. "Is that what you want
Franc, to stay here?" I saw him look to me. "Only if you want me Uncle."

The light was shining through a crack in the curtain. I wondered what kind
of dreams this place was making me have. I got out of bed and stood on a
boy's nightshirt. Lifting it up I turned to see the sleeping Franc still
with me. I lifted the cover but rather than move I sat and watched his body
rise up and down with each breath. My hand shook with disgrace when I
caressed the part of Franc that responded to my touch. No matter what I did
I never felt as bad as Cullen looked when he saw us in each other's arms.

I helped Franc up feeling very strange. "I want you to do something for
me?" He listens as I told him what to do. Not bothering to put the shirt on
he left the room. I was washing when Cullen came back with the morning
book. I signed the book but only after he had gone did I realise I was
naked with yet another boy in my room.

I did the morning check but Cullen was not talking much. I told Chiro to
come to the study. I got the others to go play in the gym. I sat in the
chair. Chiro came in asking what he had done wrong. I smiled at him. I took
the decision to take the initiative. I placed my hand on his shorts and
tugged them down. His briefs followed. Leaning against me I held his body
part that had been stitched. Stroking it grew and grew. Very quickly I
could see his eyes start to close. I could feel his breathing become faster
until his legs almost buckled. Not a drop was produced. The feeling was
intense as he put it. The scar had held. Chiro felt whole again. I tidied
him up and we hugged as a way of saying thank you.

The rest of the day I took the chance of talking again to all the boys
wanting to know more about what they wanted. The family was important. The
reasons were clear but I tried but could not understand why they would
allow a stranger to have a sexual hold over them. Another man called who
had signed a contract for 2 boys. 400,000 Pound Sterling was deposited. He
was different. His skin was very greasy. I really did not want any boy to
go but after speaking to Franc and his brother Jac the deal was done. I got
a call from the Cave to tell me that 4 new boys would be arriving. They had
been taken from the streets of Rome. " Boys aged 11 and 2 of 12. These boys
had been pimping themselves for food. They had all been told what the score
was about the Chateau and agreed to it. The important thing was that they
had all been checked and were clean. Apart from a few cuts and bruises they
were perfect."

I made sure that 4 rooms were made ready. A man in a bus dropped off the
boys with all their details. I saw in the boys the feeling I had when the
plane took off and I realised the subterfuge that had begun. Twin boys were
grasping each other in what I believed to be fear while the elder two just
seemed to be looking at this experience as just another day. They were
defiantly street kids. How did I know? I didn't but the state of their
clothes combined with the look of, Water? What's that? I have never washed.
I had seen pictures of children who were starving due to being malnourished
and uncared for. These boys looked the same. Walking to them I saw a single
black spot jump from one of the boys clothes. "Cullen run some bathes. Get
something to get rid of any visitors the boys may have brought with them."
Cullen took a large container. I heard the water run. Another of the boys
brought a large black bag wearing some long gloves. "Right boys. You do not
have to be afraid now. I have to ask you to take all the clothes you are
wearing off. I will give you all new things to wear after you have had a
bath." The boys may have been checked for damage but their clothing had
not. I got it to the furnace straight away. I did not know what the boys
looked liked being covered in so much dirt. I shuffled them to the baths
and made another boy make sure they cleaned every part of themselves. I
took Cullen who was still not talking to the clothing rooms. Choosing 4
sets of clothes Cullen collected some Sandals for them to wear. I made a
check. The boys had been taught to wash. However it was clear also that
they never bothered to find water. They cleaned up well. Cullen showed them
how to use the oil that all boys had to use every day. Then dressed each
one in turn showing them to their rooms. I spoke to them briefly, making
sure everything was understood. One boy said, "We get the picture. You want
us to let some guy take our arses if they want and you give us a home and
money." I did the full bit and they were excited about going to school. I
had to get the local barber in to get their hair cut so got him to do us
all. I then sat all of them down to eat explaining that Cullen would show
them what to do. I went back to the study.

I reassessed the whole situation. Here I was, an officer in a council
department, taken for a ride. I had met and hated the people I saw in
prison. Their victims I had now been placed in charge of. I had to train
them to serve adults thus becoming the victims I cared about. This was so
confusing. I could not become those people in prison yet in 2 nights
through ignorance and lack of knowledge made 2 children, who had been
taught to be a servant to those who ask, come to my room. They did things
to me that made me vomit but desire what they did. I had not come to any
conclusion yet except I could not just walk out on people that were in
danger, even though they could not see it themselves.

I did one thing. I had been given a case of money at the start. It was
500,000 Pound Sterling.  I had never seen so much money. I had just put it
in the safe when the new boys came to see me. I got their real names. Twins
Sam and Simon were from Genoa. On holiday with there family but had been
left for some reason. They were 12. The other two were 11. Ishta and
Itasha.  They were friends who had been taken from a house by 2 women. They
had been in the house for 6 months. I listened as they told me, just as a
normal conversation went, the variety of things they had done to stay
alive. The things they allowed to be done to their bodies were things that
a normal child would never hear of. Even after they had grown into an adult
relationship some things they did would never have been spoken of also
never done. The 4 boys talking to me now would be prepared to do anything.
They understood that death was a part of their way of life. As long as they
had a meal and a bed to sleep in, the people who took them could be given
Carte Blanc to do whatever they wanted. One real point was; "If we did good
we might just get more than food and a bed."

They had been given drugs but they had affected the performance. "We would
get beaten but that was better than sleeping in the snow. I called on the
CH brothers. I pointed 2 boys to each of them. "Listen and learn to what
they say. Learn all the rules of the house and your personal rules. Ch will
explain and get some rest. I wont let your picture be placed in the book
for 4 weeks so you have a lot of learning to do. The conversation had upset
me more than I thought. I was called for 2 small boys to keep an old man
company. It seemed to be a chance in a lifetime. Paul and Terri were
10. Paul had just started to learn to be answerable for his mistakes but
Terri was happy so training had gone well before I arrived. The man had
asked for companionship rather than sexual gratification. He paid way over
the top for the boys so I asked them what they thought. They were both
friends and knew they would get some money. They both just wanted to be
happy. After meeting the man he sounded genuine His papers were of a high
standard so the boys were his. I watched as I saw a grand father took his
grandsons to live with him. I wrote in the book "I hope all is as well as
the last.

I called Cullen. "I have had a contract and it looks like you would be the
best to fill it. He read; "Boy age 12 required. Firstly I will guarantee
that the child would be not harmed for any reason. He would attend the best
school I could find. His life I hope will be happy. I understand that all
the boys are taught in many sexual forms. The boy will only be required to
perform these things at his choice. Money deposited will arrive in 7 days."
He said that it sounded great and would be happy to go with the man. That's
all he said. He still was not happy with me.

We all had something to eat and I told the boys left that I would be
changing the light tonight so get ready to change. There was a flurry of
activity while the boys gathered some make up together ready for the
morning. I asked, no, I told Cullen to show the new twins what to do. Ch 2
was to help the others. Lights off I was pleased that this day was over. My
last job was to stop my hand from flagging the room of Ch1 for the
night. It was hard work but a strong man like me, I did.

I finished writing and realised that it was the earliest night so far. Not
even 11pm. No knock just the light going out reminded me of what I had
done. The shadow of a boy walked around the bed. In the light of the lamp
that pierced the curtain I could see the figure. I watched as each button
was opened of his shirt. The moment it hit the ground I became acutely
aware of its shape and form. I could from that distance draw a finger from
the top of the head down around the nose, bevelled under the chin taking a
wide oval curve that was his chest. Then the shape I drew around next
started to enlarge making this impossible to draw freestyle. The form
turned. My left hand let the covers slip. I was sure that I would get them
back but my eyes were glued to the figure coming towards me. Climbing over
me he turned so he was looking at my feet. Parting his roundness his crack
started to tenderise the pole he was going to use. I felt cold oil sliding
down the shaft but had no time to breath. His opening was at the right
angle so the shaft slipped inside. His hands were on my knees as he bounced
up and down in long strokes almost letting the shaft slip out on every
occasion. My hand grabbed his side then got to his shoulders. I began to
forcibly push him down. Slipping back his back reached my chest and I was
forcing myself to get the pleasure that I once again never thought
possible. I reach around till I was holding his slim shaft. Skinless was
the head as I rubbed. With one push that would have ripped the insides of
any other mere mortal I began to empty myself. His body shook and my hand
held the warm fluid escaping from him. A swift turn combined his lips with
mine. The fluids still dripping in various quantities mangled between
us. The boy got off me and went to my bathroom. I saw CH1 face in the
light. He washed me but did not allow me to do the same. Dry he covered me
with the sheet blowing a kiss goodnight as he left. The dreams that night
made me so angry. In the morning Cullen arrived at 6am. "Uncle we have an
emergency."

There was a message on an answer phone that I never knew we had. "Uncle
this is Joe. I need help."

I felt so silly. I stood up and shouted "The Cave." I was given the phone.
I spoke to a voice. "Joe is in trouble. Get there." The phone was dead. I
sat there not bothering to dress wondering what was going on. I was brought
some coffee and asked if I had heard anything. I stood looking through the
window for 3 hours. Suddenly there was a call. "You better get the doctor
there we are almost home." I called the doctor. When the van pulled up a
man was carrying a body wrapped in a blanket. Joe was hardly recognizable.
Both eyes were swollen, nose and lips cut and covered in blood. I ran to
the infirmary. The man dropped Joe to the bed. "We have work to do." I
opened the blanket. I almost broke down. There were large marks on every
part of his body. He had been beaten with a stick.

 What I will tell you now has taken me a long time to write. After the
doctor had examined him, I was there, the report read as follows. "30 cuts
made by a cane or shape whip. Face beaten, Nose broken. Anus ripped apart
by an object other than what it had been trained for, Milk bottle comes to
mind, and finally this poor boy was circumcised while he was awake with
garden shears. Vast amount of blood lost. Cannot guarantee his life."

I went berserk. I told the doctor that it was his life if Joe died. Doctor
Yatra told me to calm down. "I will do all I can but this maybe far more
than I can deal with." I saw container after container of blood given.
Container after container of Plasma was given, Injection after injection at
the start to sedate Joe and keep him free from pain. Finally 7 stitched in
his anus to seal the damage then he was properly circumcised to make him
look aesthetically correct. I had to wonder if 200,000 Pound Sterling was
enough to make a child suffer so. I got a radio and let some soft music
play while I sat with Joe. I heard over a new flash that a man answering
the description of the man who brought Joe had been found decapitated in
his car. I thought, "They would not have done that, would they?" The man
who brought Joe home came to see us. Even though almost naked that mans
comment of "Well Joe you look so much better now you have your uncle back."
Just before he left he said, "Our work is complete. Give the lad a kiss
when he wakes up from us." He left.


One thing happened that made the choice I made worthwhile. The boys all
came to see Joe. I said "This is what happen when I get it wrong." Then a
small croaking voice said "Uncle is that you? I knew you would come." I
kissed Joe and started to cry. I was hugged not by Joe but by the boy who
had not spoken to me personally in almost 3 days I think. It was Cullen. I
made sure with Cullen's help that Joe would be safe just as Cullen had been
looked after Joe reversed the roles. Joe got a bed, one of the roll up
kind. He placed it on the other bed in the infirmary to stay with Joe. I
got rid of the other boys to get a late lunch then showed Cullen what had
happened. He almost collapsed. I was holding him when the doctor came to
see Joe. "Being awake is a good sign. You know what's happened to you Joe?"
No tears he just said "Yes." The doctor took his temperature and gave him
another injection. "Just something to keep away the infection. Well it
looks like my life is safe again." I apologised to him for allowing my
anger to control my emotions. So I did not know what I was talking about.
"Well Mr Trainer, no names. If you look after the other boys as you look
after young Joe here then they will be secure for the rest of their lives."
He gave me some liquid. "Give Joe 1 cup night and morning. Light food. He
will have Diarrhoea for a week or so but that will let the stitches heal.
No baths but keep him clean, and Joe don't play with yourself. It all has
been made right." He closed his bag and said his nurse would call every
morning to check upon him.

That night Joe died. He caught septicaemia. It was from the shears that had
been used to circumcise him. Nothing could have been done because when the
act took place he was already poisoned. His blood just could not fight the
sickness. He had been given fresh blood but on top of the poison it just
did not help. The Antibiotics worked for a while but he was too far-gone.
This was part of the job I did not like and for 48 hours I questioned if I
should have been there at all. Why did I just not call the police and make
a run for it? The morning of the second day I got a letter from the old man
who wanted 2 young boys for companions. There was a photo of the boys first
day at a prestigious boarding school where he was the Governor. The boys
had sent wonderful letters and the man had only thanks for allowing him to
have the sweetest Grandchildren anyone could ever want. There was a cheque
for some extra funds with which I could treat all the children. I smiled
1,000,000 Pound Sterling. That was some treat.


                              Part 3

Joe was buried in a plot within the chateau. I regretted the man Joe had
gone with but in the plot Joe was not the first to be buried. I vowed to
try and insure that if I were to be part of whatever this was then there
would be no more holes dug in the chateau.

I made a diary of all that happened up to now. I would fill it in each
day. I got a call from a man who was visiting from Far away. He had made
enquires some time back about the CH brothers. I boldly asked for
references and all his personnel details because of a recent death of a
boy. I got them and the full payment for the boys. He was a businessman who
lived in Pinang. He was the director of a camp that looked after "The
Pandas." His identity was checked and the boys told. After a meeting the
boys agreed to him becoming their sponsors in Pinang. His only requirements
would be their friendship and some other gratitude's if needed. I did tell
the boys that if they had problems to call. Hell knows if they did, how I
was going to get the cave people to travel all that way.

I had a visit that night from Sam. I had not flagged any room or asked
anything of anyone but he was just scared. He had a bad dream after all
that went on so was looking for company. His face tear stained was shaking
so he jumped in with me. We lay talking about things and after what had
happen he started to tell me about the suffering he had gone through when
on the street. It was not long before we were asleep in each other's arms.
He knew he was safe with me and I knew I was safe for him. All through that
night I woke every time he moved. I worked on a new saying that night "The
angel is safe with the devil in disguise." I never took advantage of him
but I saw him through different eyes now he was clean and smelled of all
boys. When it was time to wake the next day I had a hand under his shirt.
He had a smile on his face. What had I done? Nothing as far as I could
remember but I hate to say if I had then he would have been like most of
the others nothing but a willing partner.

I got a message that the man who had been the trainer was to go on trial at
the end of the week. I hoped for his sake that things went well. I also met
a Mr C. he was the accountant. I was beginning to get a silly feeling about
all this cloak and dagger stuff. I had to sign for money transfers. "The
Bear." I was given a book. It was in my name. I had made almost 3,000,000
Pound Sterling for a few days work and 1 death. I started to look in on the
boys while they were shown how to apply make up. They all had special
contact lenses made of very colourful contact lenses. The more used to make
up could look ravishing. Hold it. That word is just a word. I had fun
helping Sam and Simon. I then watched each boy shave himself. My eyes
should have been looking elsewhere but I had to make sure they never got
cut.  After cleaning off we all had a meal while we spoke of how they felt
wearing make up. I did not know that a lot of small boys have the desires
to do it. They even had a room with some girls clothing in. With make up
and dresses you would find it hard to tell them apart.



I called upon Cullen for all the books so that I could sign them all at
once. "Uncle in case you did not know today is a free day." I listened to
what he said and was happy. That day the Chateau was just like a Childs
playroom. The boys were all over. I even arranged a picnic in the gymnasium
of all places. It was a great success. I heard the bell of the
phone. "Hello. The boys are being looked for. The old trainer will find new
premises. You have 3 days."

So this would all be over for me in 3 days. It was the first time I had
ever felt sorrow. I made arrangements for my departure.

The next few days thing went just as planned. I found places for Chiro and
Tio after one night I had Chiro for the night. Nothing happened after all I
am not like that. I kept the handkerchief after he had one. It was the
first time he did in my company and the last. The 4 boys from Genoa did not
need a trainer they needed to be boys once again. I could see the guy I had
met being happy with the boys that were left. I heard that he was going to
be released.

I now have to change the subject. Do any of you know or like horse jumping.
I would go every Christmas to see the Horse of the year show. I loved the
delicate way they were able to bounce over and between the fences. Well I
had been reading about the Horses in Vienna. I forgot what they were
called. I had my tea thanks to Cullen and asked him to sit. The contract
for him had arrived and was there for him to sign. He had a sad look when
he signed but he was happy to be going. "Uncle what the Mans Name?" I was
in my chair at the desk so had to look. Now you remember the horses? Right
get ready. "Cullen it's me!"

Cullen vaulted the desk and landed on top of me. The chair fell back and we
were one.

We never said much but I had worked it all out. I could not go back to
England. I would get a place abroad. I should have enough money. I filed
the contract. That night the incredible happened. I collected some clothes
for Cullen in a case then rather than flag him I took him to my room.
Without worry I undressed. I then took my boys clothes off. He looked
different. Cullen passed me a red badge. We both understood the meaning. He
found every sexual point in and around me. Using them to get the desired
effect his hands twisted and turned my flesh. His lips changed shapes and
sizes so we could kiss, lick and drip the ecstasy that he made me produce
along the parts that became so sensitive with his actions. I climaxed over
him then enjoyed massaging it into the fleshy parts of Cullen's young
body. He let me squeeze some of the first clear liquid intermingled with
white streaks from him. I did not believe what happened. We professed our
love for each other stopping each time there was a noise feeling
embarrassed that someone could have heard. I never regretted taken Cullen's
virginity. He took mine. I got to know why a round bed was needed. We
encircled the globe that night enjoying every position we could do to
express our love. So it looks like I was one of those who had been caught.

The next morning we both found the Chateau was empty of boys. There was a
letter. "Hi their Uncle, Well thanks for keeping the boys happy. We have
had to relocate now but I did not want you to be disturbed last night. You
looked very happy. The plane will be at the Airport in 4 hours. Tell it
where you need to go. Enough money has been placed in a Swiss bank account
that will make it unnecessary for you to work again. Find a place for you
and your friend then have some fun. You local Government officers are so
boring. Well Uncle, just in case you find a place big enough for some extra
people do let me know. Jus call the cave. I am off now. The case fell apart
because the 3 boys could not be found. I am sorry about Joe. Maybe we will
meet again.  Prisoner 167338

I found everything was gone except some extra clothing for Cullen and
documents showing he was my son enabling us to go where ever we wanted
to. The Chateau was naked but so were Cullen and I and I did not care.

The plane took us to our new home, you do not expect me to tell you where
do you? The money I was given was vast. I remember being told I would be a
millionaire in a year. I had been given three years pay for 8 days work. I
brought a place with 9 rooms. Well you never know when they might be
needed. My only wish of Cullen was that he dresses as I liked and was
happy. There is a lot of land. I know that it would never contain a grave
because I would if it happened always find a place in my heart for the boy
who has never had love before. Cullen, well he would be my life. I hoped he
would become his own man but I suppose the attraction of real love is too
hard to let go.

I have just read that diary I made all those years ago. I am still as happy
as I was when I stopped writing. I have a house full now and Cullen is now
the one to help the boys. At night he comes to me. We are still so in love
that we wonder sometimes if we could last forever but that's another story.
"Cullen whose side you on for the football?" To you all, Love found with a
boy is wonderful if allowed to grow in peace.



                               The End Or Is it



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