Date: Tue, 18 Jun 2002 22:10:34 EDT
From: ErastesTouch@aol.com
Subject: Throw Away Kid - chapter 8

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Throw Away Kid - by Erastes                     Copyright 2000 by Erastes
Chapter 8 - The family business.                April 2002

That Friday after school, there was a great deal of activity at the house.
The boys were all instructed to clean their rooms and straighten up the
main parts of the house, as there would be company coming tonight, as
usual.  Bryce assumed he knew what this meant, and now he tried to mentally
prepare himself for what was to come.  After the boys had finished their
cleaning, they ate dinner, and then they were told to go clean up and put
on some 'sexy' clothes.  Cam explained to Bryce what sort of clothing would
be good for him to wear, and Bryce ended up putting on a pair of jeans that
were ripped in several areas, and a very tight sleeveless shirt.

Bryce thought he looked ridiculous dressed like that, but Cam told him the
guests would love it, and then Cam slipped into some tight artificial
leather pants and a kind of a see-through top.  Then the boys went back
downstairs and waited for the guests to arrive.  All the boys were dressed
in similarly suggestive outfits, I guess to arouse their intended 'dates',
in an effort to entice them to spend even more money this evening.  Soon
there was a knock on the door, and the first of the guests arrived.  As
they waited for the others to get there, each of the arrivals would grab a
hold of one of the other boys, pull him onto his lap, and then kiss and
fondle that boy, right there in the open.  Bryce stayed off to one side,
trying to avoid as much of this activity as he could, but he knew he
wouldn't be able to escape that fate forever.  Instead he watched and
learned from the other boys, getting an idea of what he'd be expected to do
when the time came.

After the last of the guests had arrived, Big John stepped into the middle
of the room and made an announcement.  "I'm glad to see that most of my old
friends could make it here tonight, and I have a pleasant surprise for you.
We have a new young colt in our stable now, one that some of you will be
more than interested in.  He's been broken in, so he'll be available to be
part of the fun tonight.  Bryce, come here, so these guys can see you."

Hesitantly Bryce stepped forward, where these older guys could get a good
look at him, and then Big John said something more.  "He hasn't even
reached puberty yet, so there's not a hair on him, other than on top of his
head.  I think some of you were looking for someone like that, if I'm not
mistaken."

"I must admit, I am one of those who stated such a desire," an older man
confessed, and Bryce guessed this must be the Judge that Cam told him
about.  "I wouldn't mind going first with the lad.  Will a $100 cover his
services for tonight?"

"Oh, I think that sounds fair, for an hour or so."

"Damn, John, you are a scoundrel.  That $100 bill should pay for the entire
evening."

"Well, it would, for the other boys, and maybe it will for this kid too, in
the future.  But for tonight, we'll let each guy who's interested have a
chance to spend some time with him, and that will be the price for one hour
in heaven."

"You're just a money hungry old fool, John, and you take every chance you
get to rob us of all our hard earned cash."

"Now, I'm just a poor old fella trying to survive is all.  You surely can't
begrudge me of what little I get from you, can you?"

"Survive?  You'll outlast us all and still have enough money to outlast you
too."  Now the others were laughing, and the old guy grabbed Bryce by the
hand and led him from the room.  "Now don't be stingy with that hour
either, John.  It better last at least 60 minutes."

He then told Bryce to show him which room was his, and they made their way
up the stairs and to Bryce's bed.  The man had to be at least sixty-five,
maybe older, and he was quite skinny and he looked as though he might be
sick.  His appearance wasn't all that bad, however, but looks aren't
everything.  When they got to the room, the man shut the door, sat on the
bed, and told Bryce to come to him.  When Bryce did, the man began to kiss
him and run his hands all over Bryce's body, and that's when Bryce learned
that this man's breath was less than pleasurable.  He wasn't sure what
caused the foul odor emanating from the guy's mouth, but he thought the man
probably smoked, whether it was cigarettes, a pipe, or cigars.  Bryce tried
not to breathe when he was close to the man, but that was not always
possible, and he would nearly gag when he did have to take another breath.

The man's hands were all over Bryce's body during this time, rubbing
completely around the outside of his clothes, and he also cupped the cheeks
of Bryce's pert ass, and rubbed over the small bulge at his groin.  Now the
man was growing impatient, so he unsnapped Bryce's jeans and lowered both
them and his underwear down below his thighs, before he lifted Bryce's
shirt up and over his head.  Once he had done this, he merely ogled Bryce's
slender, pre-pubescent form, almost drooling over what he had uncovered.
Now he lifted Bryce onto the bed, and he bent over to lick and manipulate
his immature genitals, eventually sucking on his little wand as if it were
a straw and the nectar of the gods was at the other end of it.  Bryce had
not expected this, but it was very stimulating, as his little penis snapped
upright, giving the Judge the impression that he was actually enjoying
this.

After a couple of minutes of doing that, the man took off his own clothes
and then straddled Bryce's chest, sticking his own small, uncut prick
toward Bryce's mouth.  Bryce tried not to take it, if he didn't have to,
but the man was insistent, and soon the stubby little head was pressed
against his lips and the man was telling Bryce he'd better open up and take
it, if he didn't want to suffer the consequences.  Reluctantly Bryce opened
his mouth, allowing the intruder to enter, and then the guy because to
face-fuck him, jamming his cock in and out of Bryce's straining jaws.  The
man only did this for a couple of minutes, as he didn't want to shoot his
load into the boy's mouth.  No, he had other plans for that.

Now he pulled his dick from between Bryce's lips and he got off the bed.
He took a tube from one of his pockets, squirting some of its contents onto
his prick, and then he lifted Bryce's legs into the air and added some of
that jell to his butt.  Bryce just closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly
and pretending that he was with Tommy, or Johnny, or Cam, or Steve.  He
just couldn't allow himself to focus on what was actually happening.  It
wasn't long before he felt the old guy's dick penetrate him, though it
wasn't very big and it didn't hurt at all, and now the man humped at his
behind like a condemned man who only had a few more minutes to live.
Before long he felt the Judge tense up and his mast starting to pulsate,
and then he felt the streams of hot juices coat his bowels.  The elderly
gentleman then collapsedd beside him, now that he was done, and Bryce just
lay there, not knowing if he should move or try to get away.  While he
remained motionless, the door to his room opened, and Cam came in, leading
a youngish looking man.  Cam gave Bryce a little wave, as his partner
turned to close the door, and Bryce knew Cam was in for similar treatment.

Although Bryce didn't want to intrude on Cam's privacy, he felt compelled
to watch what was going on across the room.  He saw the man quickly undress
Cam, removing all his clothing, and then removing all of his own.  This guy
seemed to be in a hurry, as his movements were very quick and impulsive.
Cam didn't seem to be enjoying this either, but he wasn't fighting the guy
off or anything.  Like Bryce, Cam just seemed to let the guy do to him what
he wished, but he didn't cooperate any more than he had to.  Now he watched
as the older guy stretched Cam out and greased up his love canal, then he
saw the man enter Cam and begin to ram his rod in and out of the boy.  Cam
didn't seem to be in distress, though he too seemed to will himself far
away from the here and now, and he stayed that way until his 'customer' had
satisfied his own lust.

About that time a knock came on the door, and Big John entered, telling the
Judge to throw his pants back on, because his time was up.  The Judge still
didn't seem as though he'd recovered from the sex, though he had continued
to fondle Bryce, as Bryce watched the other pair, but now he grabbed his
garments and began to throw them back on, possibly planning on getting
another boy for the rest of the night.

"He was good, John, damn good," the Judge told him on the way out.  "You'll
make a fortune with that one, and probably most of it from me."  The pair
laughed and then Big John called out a name, and then another guy entered
the room.  The man looked really young, and he couldn't have been more than
his early or mid-twenties, so Bryce figured this must be the sheriff's
deputy that Cam had told him about, the other guy who liked his boys really
young.

He seemed nice enough, and he wasn't bad looking either, and Bryce was glad
that this guy didn't seem to have bad breath or any body odor that was
offensive.  In fact, this guy smelled really nice, and he must have used
some nice smelling after-shave lotion or deodorant.  This kind of turned
Bryce on a little, though he still wasn't happy about being forced to do
things like this, but this guy was different.  He talked to Bryce and asked
him things about himself, and it didn't seem like he was just interested in
trying to get into Bryce's pants, though he wasn't wearing any at the
moment.  The pair chatted for several minutes, with Bryce surprising
himself by answering all of this guy's questions.  The fellow seemed nice
and had successfully disarmed the previously suspicious boy.  After a few
more minutes of this conversation, the guy finally announced his true
intentions.  "I guess we'd better do something, before my time with you is
up.  Is there anything you'd like to do?"

"I'll do whatever you want," Bryce responded, without emotion.

"I know you will, but is there anything you'd prefer or like to do?"

"Not really.  It's all about the same to me.  You're paying the money, so
it's your choice."  His voice was almost monotone, as he told the guy this,
and he seemed hurt that Bryce wasn't responding to his trying to give him
an option.

"Do you mind if I look at your body and play with it a bit?"

"That's what you pay all the money for, isn't it?"  The man looked troubled
by this comment.

"Look, kid, I'm not exactly like the others.  I DO like young boys, but I'd
prefer to do what you want to do, so you can enjoy this too."  Bryce eyed
him suspiciously.

"And what if I just want to be left alone?"  The guy stared at Bryce for a
second, and then looked at the ground.

"Look, kid, give me a break, will you?  I'm trying to meet you halfway
here, but this is costing me quite a bit of money.  I expected to be able
to get off at least."  Bryce stared back at him, his face hardening as he
did so.

"Yeah, as long as you get your jollies, even if it hurts us.  You're not
that much different from the rest of them, so don't fool yourself."  Now
the man looked angry.

"Well, I tried to make this easy for you, but you don't want to cooperate,
so have it your way.  Help me get my damn clothes off NOW then!"  The time
the guy was very serious about everything, and Bryce realized too late that
he'd pushed him too far.  Bryce quickly helped the guy strip off his
clothes, and then they were nude together, and Bryce waited to see what
this person would demand next.  The guy sat on the bed, telling Bryce to
come to him, and then he told Bryce to lick his cock and get it up for him.

Bryce did as he was told now, knowing he didn't dare risk angering him
further, but soon the guy told Bryce to stop what he was doing, and then he
had Bryce get on the bed beside him.  Now he told Bryce to straddle his
head and then work on his cock again, but this time the guy was able to
lick Bryce's ball sack and small penis at the same time.  Bryce continued
to run his tongue over and around the man's cock, which was only average
size and medium thickness, and he occasionally squirmed as the guy focused
on his miniature sex organs.  Soon Bryce exploded in a powerful dry orgasm,
causing him to stop his oral assault on his 'John', but the guy never said
a word, obviously pleased that Bryce had climaxed.  Now he pushed Bryce
down toward his neglected organ, and Bryce took the message instantly and
started to please him once again.

What Bryce didn't realize was that this was not the reason the guy pushed
him lower.  What he was doing was positioning Bryce so he could rim him,
and now Bryce felt his flicking oral muscle running up his crack and around
his little hole.  Bryce enjoyed this sensation, so he spread his legs
farther and squatted down, so the guy could reach his small behind better,
This pleased the guy below him, when he realized what Bryce was doing, so
he got even more energetic, allowing his tongue to dart into that pink hole
every now and then, causing Bryce to shiver each time it entered him.
Bryce was stopping every now and then with what he was doing, as this guy's
tongue was driving him wild, and now the guy began to tongue-fuck him
royally, causing Bryce to stop what he was doing altogether.

The guy kept this up for a while longer, enjoying the thought that this
small, cute boy was enjoying his attention, but finally he stopped what he
was doing.  Bryce took this as a signal to start his work again, but the
guy spoke to him, letting him know otherwise.  "Hold on there, partner.  I
have other plans for you now.  You just move over a bit and face the head
of your bed, and we'll try something a little different."

Bryce understood that this probably meant the guy was going to screw him
doggy style, but right now he didn't care about that.  He did as he was
told, and the guy retrieved some lube and applied it generously to the both
of them.  He then positioned himself behind the small boy, grabbed him by
the hips, and gradually pulled him back onto his dick, at the same time
pushing his own hips forward and guiding his penis past Bryce's guardian
ring.  Bryce flinched a little as it went in, but it wasn't too bad for
him, so he pushed back a little too, to speed up the process.  The man
noticed this, and rubbed Bryce's back in gratitude, and by that time he was
fully seated inside the boy.  He bent forward and whispered, "Ready?" and
Bryce nodded his head, so the guy began to pump his hips back and forth,
allowing his penis to slide in and out of Bryce's love tunnel.  After all
the attention he had received earlier, it wasn't long before he was bucking
like a horse trying to throw its rider, and Bryce had all he could do to
keep his balance and not be launched forward, into the wall.

This guy was beginning to grunt now, and Bryce could feel droplets of sweat
landing on his back and upraised buttocks, so he assumed the guy was
working hard and getting close.  With a few more thrusts, the guy had
reached the point of no return, and he slammed his cock home, allowing the
first burst of molten nut lava to scald Bryce's intestinal lining.  Then
the guy began to buck again, milking more strands of cum from his
over-stimulated fuck-stick.  Once he had drained his balls of all of the
baby-juice it could produce, he pulled it out of Bryce, flipped the boy
over on his back, and then he kissed his young partner squarely on the
lips.  After forcing his tongue inside of Bryce's mouth, and exchanging a
long open-mouth kiss, he pulled back and spoke to Bryce.

"You are incredibly awesome, kid.  I hope you enjoyed that as much as I
did.  It was the most mind-blowing orgasm I've had in a very long time."
Bryce just looked up at the guy and smiled, knowing that the guy had wanted
to please him and yet be able to enjoy this too, so he had to let the guy
know that he appreciated his thoughtfulness.

"Yeah, that wasn't as bad as some of the other ones."

"Well, kid.  I'll try to get to you every chance I get, and I'll try to do
my best to make sure that you enjoy it too.  That's the least I can do."
Bryce smiled again, then leaned up and wrapped his arms around the guy's
neck, before giving him a lip-lock, and delivering the most passionate kiss
he'd ever had from one of the boys.

"Thanks, kid.  That was special.  You're definitely one in a million."

Now the guy got up, dressed, and then he was on his way.  Bryce hadn't even
noticed that the other guy had left Cam too, and Cam was lying on his bed,
smiling over at Bryce.  "I guess you enjoyed that one?" he asked, with a
grin.

"Well, more than most of the others.  He really seemed to care that I
enjoyed it too.  I always thought the adults only wanted to please
themselves, not us."

"Most do, but there are some, like the deputy, who consider how we feel
too.  He used to pay to be with me, before you got here, so I know what
he's like."

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to take him away from you."

"Hey, that's okay.  I always knew he preferred younger boys, without any
hair.  I just happened to be the youngest one here, before you showed up,
and that's the only reason he picked me."

"Then you're not mad at me?"

"Heck, no.  I could never be mad at you.  You're my new best friend, along
with Steve."  Bryce smiled.

"You are my best friend too, along with Steve.  I'm glad I've got you here
with me.  What's next?"

"That's probably all for tonight, but tomorrow is Saturday, so we'll be
busy most of the day, and then Sunday until around dinnertime."

"Wow, isn't that a lot of sex?"

"Yeah, but that's when Big John makes most of his money.  He makes a little
during the week, but not very much, and once word gets out about you,
you'll be pretty busy, just like me."

"Doesn't it bother you to have others in here watching you while you're
doing it?"

"Yeah, it used to, but not any more.  Heck, that's what they're doing too.
Most of us share a room, so there's usually two couples in a room going at
it."

"Oh, I see.  Well, I guess I can live with this, though I wish I didn't
have to."  Bryce looked kind of melancholy after saying this.

"Me too, but that won't happen, so you might as well forget about that.  Do
you want to sleep together again?"

"Yeah, sure.  Your bed or mine?"

"Mine, this time," Cam responded eagerly, and he moved over so Bryce could
join him.  Once Bryce was in his bed and Cam had his arm wrapped around his
friend again, he looked at the small boy and spoke.  "You know, I love
having you here like this every night."

"I like it too.  I don't feel so lonely or so scared, knowing you care
about me this much."

"I really do, and I was thinking that someday maybe we could even become
boyfriends?"  Cam looked at Bryce, trying to gauge his reaction, but Bryce
just tilted his head and smiled at Cam.

"Yeah, that would be really special."  This caused Bryce to cuddle up
against Cam, and though they didn't do anything sexual, it was a very
special time for him.

The next morning they awoke, kissed, went to relieve themselves, and then
they went down to eat breakfast.  Big John was in a really good mood,
seeing he made more than the usual amount of money for a Friday night, and
he expected to do even better today.  After they finished eating, the boys
went and showered together, mainly to save time, but they did fool around a
bit, but only in a playful manner.  When they were done, they went and put
on their provocative clothing again, and then they went to the living room
to wait for the men to show up.  It was just before noon when the first
knock came on the door, and it was the Judge again, and he was looking for
Bryce.

"Where's that scrumptious little boy today?" he asked, as he entered.
Bryce kind of cringed when he heard him speak, as he was hoping this guy
wouldn't come back until the following weekend.

"Bryce, get out here," Big John yelled.  "You have a visitor."

Hesitantly Bryce walked forward, only to see the Judge beaming at him as he
moved toward him, and just before he handed Big John a wad of money.  "I
think that should cover me for a couple of hours or better," he said, as he
did so.  Big John nodded and the Judge took Bryce by the hand, leading him
up to his room.  As soon as he got the door shut, he began to undress the
boy, stroking his smooth skin as it was uncovered, and he was like a little
kid with a new toy when he reached Bryce's genitals.

Bryce immediately noticed that the Judge's breath was still foul smelling,
and thought it had to be smoking related, not that it made it any better to
cope with.  The Judge began to kiss him, as he fondled him, causing Bryce
to try to turn his head or hold his breath, so the Judge asked him what was
wrong.  "What's the matter?  Don't you like this?"

"It's not that," Bryce said, meekly.  "It's your breath.  It doesn't smell
so good."  The guy looked hurt, and he excused himself momentarily, and
when he came back his breath had a minty-fresh smell to it.

"I just went down and borrowed some of Big John's mouthwash.  I hope that's
better."  This made Bryce feel bad, although it was easier for him to
breathe now.

"I'm sorry," Bryce told him, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings."

"Don't worry, kid, you didn't.  It's from my bad habit of smoking cigars,
but I'll remember to gargle from now on."  Bryce gave him a weak smile,
knowing the guy was hinting that he'd be around a lot, but he didn't dare
make any other comments.  The Judge didn't let it faze him, and he went
back to playing with Bryce's naked body, now sucking on his nipple, as he
tried to slide a finger up the boy's rectum.  Bryce just let his mind
wander, this time pretending it was Cam who was doing all this too him, and
his little dick rose from the mental imagery.

"I knew you'd learn to like this," the Judge commented, drawing the wrong
interpretation from what he saw, but Bryce decided not to correct him.
Instead he just imagined it was Cam who was lovingly stimulating his body,
and all he could see was Cam in his mind's eye.  Now the Judge pushed Bryce
down on the bed, so he could move down his torso even further, at least
until he could orally manipulate his small package.  When he finally
reached that area, he sucked Bryce's scrotum and penis in his mouth at the
same time, trying to stimulate them as much as he could.  He was going to
have the boy suck him too, but he saw that Bryce was lost in a trance-like
swoon, so he merely rolled him over, so he could suck on the cute little
pink hole.  He slobbered all over that puckered opening, once he was able
to get to it, and he managed to get it well lubricated for the next big
event.  Now he slimed up his own rigid pole, preparing for that ultimate
pleasure.

After lifting Bryce's butt up slightly into the air, to give him the right
angle for entry, he pushed his way inside of him, and he began to assault
the boy's ass again.  Bryce merely let out a little groan, still imagining
that it was Cam who was making love to him, and this encouraged the Judge
to pick up his pace.  Soon the Judge was coating the boy's intestines with
his love juice, causing his aged, overworked body to almost collapse in
total fulfillment.  He managed to hang on to Bryce, until his ancient penis
wilted and pulled out of the boy, and then he collapsed on the bed.  Once
he regained his senses, the Judge played with the boy's body some more,
doing all kinds of things to him, without any participation on his young
friend's part.  Finally he got bored and got off the bed, feeling that he'd
do even more the next time he was with this kid.  Bryce still lay
motionless until the Judge got dressed and went downstairs, leaving him
alone.  Then Bryce also put on his clothes, before going downstairs to see
what there was for lunch.

This time Big John fixed the meal, as the other boys were all busy with
customers, and he wanted each boy to keep his strength up, so he could
perform for the rest of the weekend.  After eating a grilled cheese
sandwich, a bowl of soup, and a fairly large bowl of ice cream, covered in
chocolate syrup, Bryce was told that he had someone else to take care of.
Bryce wished he could just disappear at this point or run away, because he
just wasn't looking forward to another customer.  His attitude was only
reinforced when he saw the guy he was to be with, a very fat, middle-aged
man, wearing work pants and a dirty shirt.  The guy looked like he was on
his way home from some kind of filthy job, maybe as a mechanic, a
sanitation worker, or some kind of custodian.  The guy smiled when he saw
Bryce, showing he was missing two teeth in front, one on top and the other
on the bottom, and Bryce was even more revolted by this guy's appearance
than any of the others.

He showed the guy to his room, only to walk in on Cam, as he was being
butt-fucked by some other disgusting guy.  Bryce's customer was really
fascinated with watching the other pair, so he merely plopped down on the
middle of the bed and began to undress himself, at the same time telling
Bryce to get undressed too.  Once they were both naked, the man spoke to
Bryce.  "Look, son, I don't want to hurt you by getting on top of you, so
you just work on my dick until it gets hard, and then you just sit on it
and give me a good ride.  I'll even give you a tip, if you do a really good
job."

Bryce was somewhat surprised by the guy's request, but he understood what
he meant.  That was almost the same thing that he usually had to do to
Maury, when he first started molesting Bryce.  Bryce knew there was no way
he could get away without doing this, so he just decided to get it over
with as quickly as he could.  He bent over and began to stroke the guy's
limp penis, thinking the pig probably hadn't even seen it for years.  That
was because of his enormous belly, which hung down in several folds, and
hid everything below the guy's waist, including his being able to see his
own feet.  It took Bryce several minutes before he got the guy erect, and
he felt the man must have lost some feeling because of his enormous size
and due to all that blubber.  Now Bryce hovered over the short, rigid pole,
lowering himself on it, until it was completely inside of him.  Once it was
firmly inside of him, Bryce began to bounce up and down on it, trying to
get this guy to bust a nut as quickly as he could, and his energetic
assault accomplished that in record time.  Within a few minutes the guy
stiffened and shot his load, and then Bryce bounced a few more times before
getting off of him, letting him lie there and recover on his own.

When the guy got up, Bryce handed him his filthy clothes and the guy
slipped him a couple of dollars in return.  "Not bad, kid.  Kind of quick,
but not bad at all."

Bryce left him getting dressed and went to the toilet, hoping to push out
those fluids the man had deposited in him and then he washed all of his
body quickly, to rinse his skin of the man's body odor.  Bryce was deep in
thought all the time he was doing those things, analyzing his life, as it
was now.  It wasn't that the sex part was so bad, but it had more to do
with the people he had to do it with and the fact that he had absolutely no
choice in the matter.  None of this would be unacceptable to him, if there
was any amount of love involved, no matter the age of the other person, but
the sex for just the sake of getting off or getting paid for it was not
what he wanted.  By the time he returned to the first floor, he had time to
grab something else to eat, before he was told that there was another
person waiting to use him again.  Once more he made the hike back up to his
bedroom, with another individual he didn't even know, only to have to let
another adult have his way with him.

It wasn't so bad, because that turned out to be his last 'trick' of the
night, and then he and Cam got to spend the rest of the time alone in their
room.  The two boys talked, and Cam tried to convince him that what he had
to do wasn't so terrible.  Cam told him that after some of the foster homes
he'd been in, this place didn't look quite so bad.  After hearing Cam's
viewpoint on this, Bryce had to admit that he was right.  At least no one
beat him or tried to slam him around, and he also had plenty to eat.
Besides, he had even learned that Big John would give them all spending
money, when he took them into town.  At this point, Bryce decided that it
wouldn't be all that hard to survive here.

On Sunday Bryce had to take care of four more customers before he was
through, but none of these men were that offensive.  One guy had a pretty
big cock that he had to ride, but he was able to do it, and when he had
finished, Big John came up to him and gave him a huge bear hug, telling
him, "Son, I'm going to take good care of you."

Bryce wasn't exactly sure what he meant by this, but Cam explained to him
later that Big John was just letting him know that he made a lot of money
off of him and that when they went into town, Big John would make sure he
got plenty of spending money and that he would be able to get whatever he
wanted, within reason.  Bryce thought this sounded pretty good, as none of
his other foster homes ever spent money on just him or gave him money to
buy things he would have wanted.  That money, combined with the tips he had
received, meant this place just might not be so bad after all.  If Bryce
worked hard at it, and made those guys happy, maybe it would help to keep
him happy too.

Over the course of the next few months, things went pretty much about the
same.  Bryce had become very popular and was making big money for his
foster father and his foster home, and things went well for him too.  He
was getting lots of spending money from Big John, using some of it to have
fun with or buy the things he wanted, but he was also hiding a good share
of it, adding a considerable amount of his income to the stash he had
accumulated at his last foster home.  He had found a good hiding place for
it in his room, in the small closet he shared with Cam.  He had discovered
a loose board against the back wall, and while exploring it further, he
found that it opened up into a hollow compartment, made by the 2x 4's of
the frame and the wooden boards nailed to either side of it.  This made for
a good place for him to keep his money, and he didn't tell anyone, not even
Cam, that he had money hidden or how much.

During this time, Cam, Steve, and Bryce had bonded even closer, often being
referred to as the Three Musketeers, the Three Stooges, or sometimes even
the Three Blind Mice.  The last reference was given to them because they
often walked about so engrossed in talking and fooling around with each
other, that they would not see other things around them, causing them to
bump into people and other objects with considerable regularity.  The boys
didn't mind those nicknames, however, as they were happy and no one ever
got hurt, but they did promise to try to be more observant in the future.

As time went on, Bryce also got to know more about the guys who came to
their home, seeking a little fun.  Not only was there the Judge and the
Sheriff's deputy, there was the local police chief and one of his officers,
at least one state trooper that Bryce knew of, a local Boy Scout leader, a
couple of coaches, and one teacher, from a neighboring school district.
The rest were farmers, or other low-level laborers, but there sure were
enough of them who came regularly, to make this type of business
profitable.

Big John had been in an extremely good mood during this time, as he was
making good money and everything was going smoothly, that was until late
one night when the phone rang at the house.  One of the older boys answer
it, and then called Big John and told him it was for him, then Big John
started screaming at the person on the other end, turning a bright red from
his rising blood pressure.  It all had to do with that kid named Joey, the
one who couldn't handle the sex in the home.  It seems that after he 'lost
it' one night, Big John had him examined by a psychologist friend of his,
and then he declared Joey to have a mental disorder and had him confined to
an institution.  The problem was, that place was an adult institution, and
they had kept him hidden away there and heavily medicated, so he could tell
no one about what had happened to him and why he suffered his breakdown.

Their problems all began when a new mental health investigator was assigned
to this institution, and while doing an unannounced routine investigation,
he discovered the boy, and then had him removed.  He did this without
leaving any of Big John's cronies time to block it, and without realizing
it at the time, the way he accomplished it was probably the only way this
might have ever happened.  He accidentally discovered the boy during his
visit, but he made no big deal of it at the time, instead pretending he
didn't realize it was out of the ordinary for the boy to be there.  Later
that day, he went outside and used his cell phone to call in assistance to
have the boy removed, and when they arrived, they whisked Joey away from
that location.  Big John's friends attempted to prevent this from
happening, and later they tried to cover it all up, but when they realized
they couldn't actually do anything to protect themselves, they called Big
John to let him know what had happened.

Once Big John got over the initial shock, he went from being bright red to
a very pale shade of white, as all the blood drained back out of his
extremities, once he realized what this could mean for him.  Immediately
Big John began to make hasty plans, so he could 'get out of Dodge' before
the 'marshal' arrived.  Over the next few days, Big John made several trips
into town, a very rare occurrence for him, and he closed out his various
accounts, which were housed in different institutions or held within
diffferent safety deposit boxes. Once he had gathered it all up, he
returned to the house and prepared to escape.

He also got updates from a 'source' on the inside, someone who could find
out what was going on with the investigation.  From this person he had
learned that Joey had been weaned from the drugs he was on and had now
regained his voice.  Not only had he regained it, he was in fine form,
singing like a canary, telling everyone who would listen about many of Big
John's secrets, and shedding light on the activities that took place at the
home.  Before this all came to a head, Big John packed up many of his
belongings and all of his cash, and he beat it out of town.  He figured
that if anyone wanted to prosecute him, they'd have to find him first, and
he had enough money left to stay hidden for several years, minimum.

Once the boys discovered what was happening, mostly from overhearing
discussions Big John had on the phone or from listening in on his visits
from some of his more connected frequent guests, they decided that this
would not be good for them either.  They had already been labeled as boys
with 'sexual problems' and this would only add to that impression, so the
boys had their own meeting in the barn, discussing their own options.

"Man, this is going to come down as hard on us as it will on Big John," one
of the boys announced.

"How do you figure that?" Cam wanted to know.

"Look, DSS already thinks were all sexual deviates," he said, snottily,
"and this will only make them more certain of it.  After all, we did it
somewhat willingly and we never tried to tell anyone to get out of having
to do it."

"Well, what difference would that have made?" Steve asked him.

"To them, it would make them think that we did it because we wanted to or
because we enjoyed it."

"Well, that is partially the truth, isn't it?" Bryce added.

"Yeah, but that will only make them more certain that they'll have to keep
us away from normal people, especially normal kids, so we don't corrupt
them too."

"And what would that mean?" Bryce followed.

"Well, it would probably mean that we'll all end up in some group home or
some juvenile facility.  No matter where they put us, it won't be a nice
place."

"So, what can we do about this?" Steve asked, hoping someone had an answer
to his question.

"Well, the best thing would be for us to not be here when they come to take
us away.  I think we'd do better on our own now."

"But how can we survive on our own?" Cam asked him.

"Look, you all have a way to make money." the boy hesitated here, to let
the younger boys think about what he meant.  When they seemed to catch on
to his implication, he continued.  "So, I'd suggest you head out on your
own, or in small groups.  Try to find empty buildings to sleep in during
the day, especially during school hours, and then go out and make your
money at night.  You know how to dress to attract interested guys, and you
certainly know what to do afterward.  Use the money you make to buy food
and whatever else you need, and you should be able to hold out until you're
old enough to be on your own."

The boys all thought about this for some time, discussing the situation
further, then they all went back up to the house, to pack up the essentials
they would need to take with them during this time.  Cam, Steve, and Bryce
decided to stick together, and help keep each other safe.  This would also
give them company and they could be their own little family for the time
being, and they all knew they could turn tricks to get enough money to
purchase the things they would need.  They also determined that they could
get a membership to the Y or the Boys' Club, so they would have a place to
take showers, and they could use the Laundromat to clean their clothes.

They all went up to their rooms, stuffed their duffel bags and backpacks
with clothing and blankets, and Bryce made sure he went to his hiding place
and retrieved the cash he had stored there.  Now he realized it was a good
thing that he had thought ahead, setting aside some of his money for future
emergencies, but he still didn't tell Cam or Steve that he had it.  He
thought it would be best to 'surprise' them later, or just seem to come up
with it when they needed it.  He knew neither boy would question him about
it, though he trusted both of them explicitly, but he didn't want them to
feel like he, the youngest, was the one who ended up supporting them all.

Once they had everything packed up, the three boys left the house and
started walking across the fields.  They suspected that the authorities
would look for them along the roads, once those in charge arrived, so the
boys thought it would be best to travel through the countryside by day,
finding a quiet place to sleep during the night.  They would continue to
move this way until they reached one of the nearby cities, where they could
blend in with the larger crowds of people.  All three boys were scared, yet
excited about being on their own, but they knew that as long as they
remained together they would be okay, so they made their way on a new
adventure, this one free of foster parents and caseworkers.

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