Date: Sun, 19 Apr 2009 06:10:19 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons  Chapter 101

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Chapter One-Hundred-One: New Horizons


"Daniel, want to talk about it?"  Michael felt as though he was talking to
a statue.  There was no doubt that Daniel's mind was anywhere other than
with them.

"Hmmm?  Oh, sorry.  Talk about what?"

"Whatever it is that has your mind a thousand miles away; away from us."

Daniel and Michael lay together in their bedroom.  After beginning initial
treatments at the hospital in Orlando, Michael had been forced to leave his
patients' care in the hands of residents while he was called back to the
hospital in Tampa.  The two men, who had long ago committed themselves to
one another, had been able to find little time to spend together privately.
Both understood the commitments and responsibilities of the other and
accepted that there would be times when they had to be apart for extended
periods of time.  Lately, the separations had become more frequent, and
longer.  This was their first alone time in more than three weeks.

"I was thinking about something Dad said to me when I first tried to get
New Horizons approved.  He told me that I had to be patient and understand
that things may not always go the way I hoped.  At the time, I more or less
laughed that off.  I'd been around politics enough to know it was going to
be a tough battle and he wasn't telling me anything I didn't already know.
Looking back, I can see that I was looking through blinders.  His advice
wasn't just about the politics, it was about the whole picture."

For the next few minutes the two lovers lay quietly, each lost in his own
thoughts.  Michael finally broke the silence.

"Are you going to tell me the rest or do I get to lay here the rest of the
night and try to read your mind?"  Michael didn't mean to sound sarcastic,
but Daniel wasn't helping matters.

"I think I was more than a little naïve when I set my personal goals for
New Horizons.  The boys we got that had been taken off the streets didn't
seem to have too much trouble adjusting to what we wanted to do for them.
They put forth a lot of effort to help us help them.  They've worked to
help take care of this place, they do well with their school work, they
even work hard at helping each other.

"We knew that most of them lost their families and would stay with us till
they were grown.  However, we have been able to return some of them to
their families.  I had hoped that we could reverse those numbers and send
most of our new boys home fairly quickly.  I failed to consider the toll
that slavery took on them.  It's been over two weeks now and we don't have
any ready to return to their homes; not even close."

"Isn't there another part of that equation you've overlooked?" Michael said
more as a statement than a question.  "You talk about what losing a child
to slavery does to the child.  What about the parents?  How can you tell if
they are prepared to accept what the child has been forced to do and give
the necessary support?  After all, the boy going home will be far different
than the innocent child that was taken away."  Daniel was silent for a few
minutes before he responded.

"You're right.  We didn't give that enough consideration.  Somehow, I
always thought simply having the child back home would be enough for child
and parents to overcome any issues.  Now that I think about it, that's a
pretty naïve perspective."

"There's something else you failed to take into consideration," Michael
stated as he propped himself up on his elbow and leaned over Daniel.
"Sometimes you have to take time for yourself.  If you worry about these
kids and their problems twenty-four hours a day, you'll be an old man long
before your time.  If you allow yourself to burnout, you won't be able to
help them at any time.  Right now, be thankful that they are safe and then
address the problems one at a time."

"Any suggestions on what priority I should address the problems?" Daniel
answered as he turned to Michael and wrapped an arm around his neck.

"As a matter of fact, yes.  I suggest you put yourself first, then us, and
let the boys wait till morning."

"Oh, really," Daniel responded with an amused smile.  "Any suggestions on
how to resolve our problems?"

Without a word, Michael leaned over his best friend, partner and lover, and
they kissed.  At first gently, but then Michael pressed his tongue into
Daniel's eager mouth as he pulled him over on top.  Daniel was still
receiving treatments for his back, which remained sensitive to anything
rubbing his skin.  Michael had no trouble supporting both of them.  The
heat between the two began to build.

A kiss between lovers.  At first gentle and loving, then ravenous and full
of need.  The young men broke their kiss as Daniel lifted himself just
enough to look into his lover's eyes.  The two young men knew one another
well enough that no words were needed.  It had been a long time since they
last lost themselves within the other; too long.  Their passion and animal
lust quickly pushed them into a special world of both giving and taking
their pleasures.

Daniel bent down and nibbled Michael's neck, sinking his teeth in deep
enough to leave the unmistakable mark before running his tongue up to
Michael's ear.  Michael squirmed and whimpered, Daniel laughed to himself.
While Daniel concentrated on making Michael squirm, he forgot to maintain
control.  Without warning, Michael grabbed Daniel's shoulders, flipping
him.  The two young men had traded positions with Michael now on top.
Michael paused a moment to read Daniel's expression, aware that Daniel's
back could be too sensitive for Daniel to be on the bottom.  When Daniel
didn't grimace, Michael continued.

"Turn about's fair play," Michael said as he raised himself up on his arms
and dove for Daniel's neck.

The friends-lovers-partners wrestled with each other; neither being
dominant, but both being dominant.  This was an old game they enjoyed
playing with each other.  They wrestled and rough-housed until one of them
decided they'd had enough.  Both of their bodies had become slick with
sweat, making it easier to move into a sixty-nine position, or any other
position they desired.

Quick sessions of sex and venting pent up passions and needs were something
Michael and Daniel had never shared.  Both men were young and virile.
Their shared ability to experience multiple orgasms meant their sexual
games lasted well into the night.  Michael lay on his back, his legs
wrapped around Daniel. Daniel supported himself on the tip of his toes and
the palms of his hands as he pounded into his lover.  Sweat caused both
young bodies to shine, reflecting the moonlight coming through the window.
The unexpected sound caused both men to return almost instantly to the
reality around them.

"NOOOO!!!! . . .AAAAAHHHHHH!! . . .NO MOOORE! . . .PLEEEEEASE! no more."

It began as a scream, a pleading for mercy.  It ended with sobs.

Daniel and Michael immediately ran outside, neither bothered to grab any
clothes; a boy was in trouble.  When they got outside, they were joined
almost immediately by other staff members and some of the older boys.
Daniel stooped between the dorms, waiting to hear anything that would let
him know where the cries came from.

"He's in here, Mr. Dan'l," Josh called out as he stood on the entrance
stoop.

Daniel ran for the dormitory, followed by other staff members.  On
entering, Josh told Daniel the boy was upstairs.  Daniel saw several of the
younger boys up, most clinging to their big brothers.  Daniel asked the
staff and older boys to help the younger boys that appeared frightened.
Danny was being held by Sean.

When Daniel and Michael went upstairs they saw a group huddled around one
of the beds.  Several boys appeared to be talking to another boy.  Richard,
a sixteen year old, sat with an arm around David, a fifteen year old; both
were part of the new group that had recently joined New Horizons.  David
almost looked as though he wanted to crawl inside Richard.  Both boys were
in the group receiving treatments for their backs.

"Boys?" Daniel spoke gently, wanting to soothe the upset boy.  "What
happened?"

Richard looked up at Daniel and answered without removing his arm from
around his friend.  "Bad dream, Mr. Daniel.  This is the first time in a
long time."

"You say it's the first in along time.  Does he have the same dream over
and over?"

"Yes, sir. It's about a bad time he had when we were slaves and he can't
seem to put it behind him."

"If he had dreams like this when he was a slave, I'm surprised the masters
didn't punish him."

"Sometimes they did, Mr. Daniel.  They'd give him a bad whippin'; they knew
that's what caused the nightmare in the first place.  Other times, they
just laughed when they saw him get scared and cry."

"You said this hasn't happened in a while.  How, or what, made it stop
before?"

"He's not so bad if somebody sleeps with 'im.  When we were slaves they
kept us all in the same room," Richard paused a moment.  "Well, I used to
sleep next to him.  I'd spoon him into me and hold him.  Usually, that kept
him from havin' the nightmare.  Here, we all have to sleep by ourselves, so
it started all over for 'im.  That's my guess, anyway."

Daniel knelt before David.  Placing two fingers under the boy's chin,
Daniel turned the boy's head to look at him.

"David, I'm not going to ask you to tell me what happened right now, I'm
more concerned that you're alright.  You heard what Richard said.  Is there
anything else you want to tell me?"

"Only . . . only, I'm . . .I'm sorry for bein' such a bother.  I didn't
mean to cause so much trouble." Daniel could hear the trembling in the
boy's voice.  The concern wasn't whether the boy was frightened by the
nightmare, but that he might be in trouble.

"You haven't caused any trouble.  It's like I tried to tell you boys
before, we're just here to try and help you.  However, you boys have to let
us know when there's a problem.  Would you feel better if you and Richard
could sleep together?"

"Yes, sir," David answered, sounding a little less frightened.
"Mr. Daniel, we don't mind sleepin' on the floor.  That's what we had ta do
all the time anyways."

"I think we can do a little better than that," Daniel responded, smiling.
"Why don't we go and let these other boys get back to sleep?"

As Daniel descended the stairs he saw Sean standing to the side with Danny.
Jacob and Josh were holding Ian and Ryan while Kevin had Ben.  When Daniel
got close, Danny didn't wait for Daniel to offer to take him.  The young
boy just reached out for Daniel.

"Little man, you're supposed to be asleep," Daniel said as he lifted the
young boy in his arms.

"I got scared.  Some boy up there was screamin' like he was hurt."

"I know.  I guess those screams were kind of scary, huh?  But it's okay.
David was just having a bad dream.  We're going to let him sleep somewhere
else tonight so he won't be so scared and maybe we can make that bad dream
go away.  Now, how 'bout if you get some sleep, young man.  After all, we
have a big day tomorrow that should be full of fun."

"Okay," Danny answered as he gave Daniel a hug and let Sean pull him from
Daniel's arms.  Daniel then turned to Mark and Kevin.

"Can you get everyone settled back down?  I'm going to let David and
Richard sleep in one of the spare rooms tonight.  Rick will need to make
accommodations for them tomorrow."

                                           * * * *

Patrick and Brad walked towards the river.  Daniel had asked them to try
and talk to Richard and David and find out just what was happening with
David.  Daniel understood that the boys were willing to trust the adults
only up to a point.  He also understood why.  It was too early for the boys
to let their guard down.

Patrick and Brad walked behind the orchard which was the last place anyone
had seen the two new boys.  The new boys had been at New Horizons long
enough to learn about the places boys liked to go to be alone.  They didn't
have to go too far before Richard and David were spotted sitting on the
ground, leaning against a fallen log near the river.  The two boys turned
as Patrick and Brad approached.

"Hey, guys," Brad greeted the new boys.  "What's up?"

"Nothin'," one of the boys answered as they both shrugged their shoulders.

"Can we sit with you?" Patrick asked in a serious tone.  When David nodded,
Patrick and Brad sat on the ground and Patrick continued.

"Guys, I'm not gonna bull shit ya.  Mr Dan'l asked us to come find you and
see if we could talk.  He's worried about David 'cause o' last night.  He
also figures you might be more willin' ta talk to us instead of an adult."
All four boys snickered as they understood the truth of the statement.

"There's nothin' ta talk about.  I'm okay," David told the boys.  Patrick
and Brad looked at David and smiled.

"Uh-uh," Brad said.  "When you've been around here long enough, you'll know
that there's no way Mr Dan'l's gonna believe that.  You were screamin' loud
enough last night for all of us to figure out you were dreamin somethin'
pretty bad.  Mr Dan'l's decided that you're getting' some help to work out
the problem and he won't stop till it happens.  He don't give up easy."

"Hunh!" Patrick added.  "He don't give up, period."

"Actually, he figured you'd say somethin' like that," Patrick continued,
"so he wanted us to talk to you and, if we needed to, tell you what
happened to us and how it got worked out."

Patrick and Brad each told their story of how they lost their families and
wound up living on the streets.  Brad included the story of his younger
brother, Sean, and how he lost Sean.  The boys told how Sean and most of
the other boys had already been placed at a holding center to be shipped to
the slave auction house when Daniel and his group saved them.  After the
boys were at Fort Ogden, Brad was picked up as part of a group and placed
in New Horizons.  Later, the police asked some of the boys to assist in a
sweep, ordered by the court, of some vacant buildings downtown.

"Wait, wait a minute," Brad interrupted Patrick.  "Before you say anymore,
you gotta tell 'em how we were good friends and then hated each other after
I whipped ya."

"You whipped your best friend?  Why?"  Richard and David were shocked.

Patrick did tell the story in detail, being sure that the two new boys
understood that Brad really had no choice about what he did.  Patrick also
admitted he knew Brad had no choice, but that didn't make it hurt any less.

"When we did the sweep, I went in first.  The Captain thought there'd be
less chance of anybody tryin' ta run or getting' hurt."

"Yeah, and when he came through that door and I saw who it was, I laid his
little butt out on the floor," Patrick added, laughing as he remembered the
look on Brad's face as he went down.

"Yeah, he blindsided me and I hit the floor.  You can imagine what I
thought when I rolled over and saw the king of the a-holes standing over
me.  He looked like he wanted ta kill me."

"Back then, I did," Patrick added.  "Now, I just like poundin' your ass a
different way."

"Yeah, when you're not wantin' me ta pound yours, bottom boy."

Richard and David sat watching and listening to the two friends exchange
friendly jibes, wondering how much of the story was made up.  The two boys
were obviously close friends and lovers.  The problem was whether they
should feel bad for Patrick and Brad, or laugh at some of what they said.

"We were still arguing with each other here and, I guess, it was just a
matter of time before we went at each other.  When we did, that's when Mr
Dan'l stepped in, and there was a big, BIG, problem.  Fighting among
ourselves, physical fighting, is one of the biggest sins around here.
About the only thing worse would be for an older boy to force himself on a
younger boy.

"We got confined to our barracks and had ta face the discipline board.  It
looked like we were gonna get kicked outta here and probably enslaved."

"Did Mr Daniel save you?" David asked.

"Not really," Brad answered.  "He did try to help us, but everybody pretty
much thought we were creatin' too much tension around here and didn't trust
us.  Mr. Dan'l said if the board kicked us out that he'd find a place we
could go so we weren't out on the streets again.  He also said we wouldn't
hafta worry 'bout bein' slaves.

"At the first hearing they kept askin' what caused all the problems and
neither of us would talk.  The board punished us for fightin'; we each got
five swats with the heavy paddle.  The worst part of that was the younger
boys gave us the first three.  For some reason they thought they had ta
swing the paddle as hard as they could."

"Yeah, they his so hard, we didn't know what was gonna bust first, the
paddle or our butts," Patrick interjected, laughing.

"After we got our butts heated up, Mr Dan'l used cuffs ta connect us and
said we had ta be buddies and do everything together.  He said we had ta
talk and cooperate and then come back in two days to finish answering their
questions.  Two days later we still weren't willing to talk and Mr. D
wasn't happy with us."

"That's when Sean jumped up and surprised everybody," Patrick added with a
grin.  He continued.

"During the hearing, it was lookin' pretty bad for us.  We didn't really
expect anything else 'cause we did what they said we did and about eighty
guys saw us.  There wasn't anything we could do.  When it was really
lookin' bad, all of a sudden Sean jumped up screamin'.  I don't mean
hollering some, I mean he was SCREAMIN'!  Brad and I just sat there looking
at him.  We were dumbfounded.

"Sean's face was all red and he was cryin', I mean real hard bawlin' kinda
cryin'.  He told everybody that he'd had enough and to just plain shut up.
We did, too!  He looked at us and told us how he'd had enough of our
stupidity.  He managed to call us a few names and even used some cuss words
on us that we didn't even know he knew.  Neither one of us, I guess, ever
thought about how our fightin' affected him.  We had to spend some time
with counselors.  They helped us work through a lot of stuff that didn't
have anything ta do with our argument."

Richard and David looked at one another.  Neither said anything, but looked
back and forth at each other and themselves.  David broke the silence.

"Has anybody ever been sent away from here?"

"No, 'cept to go back home to their family," Brad answered.

"S'pose you don't wanna go back home?  Maybe what you done, even though you
were made ta do it, was so bad that you couldn't go back home?  What do
they do to ya then?"

Patrick and Brad looked at one another before answering.  They couldn't
understand what any boy could do that was that bad.

"We're not goin' home.  We don't have a home to go back to.  We'll stay
here and keep goin' ta school until we're grown.  There's a lot 'o guys
here like that.

"Hhhmmm, can we ask what you mean by doin' somethin' so bad you can't go
back?  We didn't think that could happen."  Brad wanted an explanation, but
tried to give the boys the opportunity to say no if they were
uncomfortable.

Richard and David looked at one another and then talked in a whisper so low
that Brad and Patrick couldn't understand what they were saying.  The two
new boys took a couple of quick glances at Brad and Patrick and then seemed
to come to an agreement.  The boys nudged each other, each trying to get
the other to talk.  Finally, Richard spoke up.

"We told Mr. Daniel that we were in a club where the men tied us up and
whipped us and played dumb games with us.  All that was true, but there's
really more.  We were afraid if he knew everything, he might not want us.
Me and David know we gotta tell somebody sometime and guess we might as
well do it now.  One thing though, you can't tell nobody, and we mean
nobody!  If you did, we're afraid nobody'd want anything ta do with us."
Brad and Patrick gave their word not to say anything unless given
permission.  Richard continued.

"We were part of that BDSM place and they did tie boys up and whip 'em like
they did in Sparta.  There was also other boys, like us, where the games
were sicker and the members paid a lot more money.  My slave name was Tolu
and David's was Solu.  Our master and trainer told us they came from some
kind of ancient words that said we was specially trained sex slaves.  They
started training us right after they got us.  Boys picked as part of the
group didn't take clients or get whipped like the other boys.  For us it
was a lot worse.

"We were party slaves trained to hypnotize ourselves so we didn't feel
pain.  A party was set up and everybody paid money, a lot of money by what
we heard, to torture us.  They had to make us beg for mercy to win the
prize.  The prize was to be able to keep us for a week and do anything they
wanted except kill us.  If the torture ended, we were supposed to thank the
master and beg for more.  If we failed to beg for more, then after the
party the master beat us or there was some other punishment."

"What good would that do if you could hypnotize yourself to not feel
anything?" Brad interrupted.

"We were tied down on a table and our legs hung from chains.  The master
had a special paddle he used to beat us on the bottom of our feet.  Even if
you managed to hypnotize yourself, the pain was bad enough to bring you out
of it."  Brad and Patrick looked at one another as Richard continued.

"All the slaves was kept naked, but those of us called special wore fancy
chains and stuff.  They put collars on us that had a pointy bump on the
inside and rings on the outside at the back, front and sides.  We had metal
bands around our upper arms with smaller bands around our wrists and
ankles.  All the bands had hooks on 'em.  We had rings in our nips with a
chain between the rings.  If somebody wanted to hurt us or control us, they
just pulled on the chain which pulled our tits.  Believe me, you'd follow
wherever that chain went.  But hooked on the chain was another chain that
went down to a ring that our boy parts was stuck through.  The ring had
hooks on it so they could hang weights from it.

"We also had stuff stuck in us that'd make fuckin' our face or us givin' a
rim job more pleasurable; at least to the guy we was takin' care of.
David, show 'em your tongue."  David stuck his tongue out so the boys could
see the flat surface.  "You see the four holes in his tongue?  Mine the
same way.  They pierced our tongues and stuck balls in 'em.  Each ball was
a different size.  If we licked somebody's butt, the balls stimulated 'em.
If they face fucked us, the balls ran along the underside of their dick.
They were called erotica studs."

Brad and Patrick listened intently.  They had heard about those kind of
things but never talked with anyone that had actually been a part of them.
The two boys also noticed that as Richard talked, David became more solemn
and was now leaning into Richard with Richard's left arm draped across his
friend's chest.

"The chains and hooks was so they could tie us up any way they wanted.
Usually we were hung from chains hanging from the ceiling with our feet off
the floor.  Our legs were spread out and chained to hooks in the floor.
When the party started, wires were attached at our nipple rings and the
ring around our cock.  They also shoved a rod up our butts.  We were
whipped with special whips that stung real bad but didn't scar us.  If we
passed out, they hit us with electricity through those wires to shock us
awake."

"Man, that's sick!  What happened if you just couldn't take anymore
whippings?" Brad asked as he too had moved between his lover's legs and
tried to meld with Patrick.

"They usually stopped and took you down when you begged for mercy.  You had
to beg more than once while they laid into ya with the whip.  When you were
released, another boy was put in your place.  When they took you down you
were laid on a table with your hands tied over the edge and your legs
hooked to some more chains hangin' from the ceiling.  You became the toilet
for everybody for the rest of the night.  Anybody could do anything they
wanted to ya and then you got a beatin' on the bottom of your feet
afterwards.  The beatings were bad 'cause you cost the master money by
breakin'.  That's what happened to David and why he has nightmares.

"He broke and begged for mercy.  They took him down and put him on the
toilet table.  Those men were 'specially mean that night.  After a while I
could tell he didn't know what was goin' on around him.  They'd cum and
pissed on him and a couple guys dumped on him.  They all just laughed while
David lay on that table cryin' and beggin' somebody to kill him.  It wasn't
the first time that it'd happened to 'im.  The master said David'd be lucky
if it wasn't his last.

"It got so bad that I begged 'em not to hurt David anymore.  The master got
so mad at what we did that he took me down and hung me from other chains.
He put a leather whip around my neck and I had to ask anybody that came up
to me to whip me.  If I didn't get them to give me at least three lashes,
he gave me five bad ones.  At the end of the night he hung David next to me
and whipped both of us till we passed out.

"We woke up in a bare room; it wasn't our regular sleepin' place.  We were
both hangin' from crosses and there was somethin' huge stuffed up our
butts.  Whatever it was kept us on the cross 'cause our feet were off the
ground.  Master cussed us and said we were worthless now 'cause of what the
whip did to our backs.  He hit us with a leather strap and it didn't take
much for David to pass out again.  That's when his nightmares began.  We
don't know how long he kept us hangin' there or how many times we were
punished.  Every time he whipped us he'd give us kind of a evil sneer and
tell us to think how much fun it'd be for us ta ride the pony."  Richard
now spoke with a glazed look in his eyes as he pictured what they had been
through.  When he looked at Brad and Patrick, their expressions told him
they wanted to know what riding the pony was, but they wouldn't ask.

"Ridin' the pony was a punishment that the master made part of the games.
The boy was laid on the floor on his stomach.  One of the customers paid
extra to ride him.  The boy had to suck his cock to get him ready.  The
fucker got on his knees and pulled the boy back onto his cock.  He didn't
care how much he hurt the boy neither.  The louder the boy screamed, the
more they liked it.

"A thin rope was run through the rings on the boy's arm bands and the ring
on his collar.  The fucker got two minutes to pound the boy as hard as he
wanted and the boy worked to get the man to shoot his load.  After two
minutes the fucker started pullin' on the rope.  The kid's arms were pulled
back and his body lifted by his collar.  When the guy drove into the boy's
ass, he pulled on the rope.  If the fucker wanted, he could release the
pressure to help the boy breathe, or just keep pullin'.  When the fucker
shot his load he had to go of the rope.  The problem was that as you
started chokin', you stopped tryin' ta milk the guy fuckin' you.  We only
knew one boy to survive that and his voice was never more than a whisper
afterward.

"Master said we weren't worth shit or the cost of feedin' us.  He said
after our wounds heeled he was going to sell us.  He said a bunch more, but
it got to where we ignored the threats.  We figured we was gonna be sold
for dog food or sold to some freak to ride the pony and wouldn't live much
longer.  We thought that was a blessin'.  We were slaves, shit for nothin',
and nobody'd miss us.

"They took our chains and rings and stuff off us.  The man said we wasn't
fit to wear such nice things.  I remember laughing to myself 'cause I
couldn't figure out what was so nice about the stuff.  They made us the
toilets for the other boys.  If any boy tried to use the regular toilet, he
got beat for doin' it and we got beat for not begging him hard enough to
use us.

"One day the master walked in with two of his men.  Me and David were a
filthy mess by then; we didn't know how many days we'd been locked in that
room.  When they came in, nobody else was in the room and we were layin' on
the floor with me holding him.  That's how we slept after he got whipped
for having a nightmare.  When they checked our numbers, I heard one of 'em
call us by our real names.  We was so shocked that we didn't move.  The
other man kicked us and held up a whip like he was gonna hit us.  I tried
to cover David; they just laughed.  The big surprise was when master told
the man that for every mark he put on us, master would make sure he got
ten."

Richard paused for a moment to hug David and whisper in his ear.  When
David nodded, Richard continued as Patrick pulled Brad in closer.

"At first, they just hosed us off.  Then master made 'em take us to the
showers, the good ones his best whores got to use.  There were two slaves
there that bathed us.  We didn't understand, but knew better than to ask
questions.  When they took us to our old room and said that's where we'd
stay until they came for us, we figured we were gonna be sold like they
said.  What didn't make sense to us was the food they brought us.  After a
few meals we figured they were just tryin'ta fatten us up, 'cause we'd lost
so much weight when we were toilets, so they could get more money for us.

"I don't know how many times they fed us, but it was a lot more than
normal.  Finally, they came and got us.  They told us if we ever told
anybody 'bout the club and what they did, they'd have our nuts cut out and
feed 'em to us.  They put us in a van and next thing we knew we were in a
room with a bunch of other boys.  That told us we were at the auction
place.  Then, Mr. Daniel and a bunch of other men walked in."

Richard was again quiet.  David lay in his lap holding on tightly to
Richard's arm.  Both boys had tears running down their cheeks.  Brad and
Patrick looked at the two boys and wondered how much of their horrible
existence Richard and David hadn't told them.

"Richard," Patrick spoke gently in low tone, "thanks for telling us.  Were
the other guys in the hospital, getting' their backs fixed, from the same
place as you guys?"

"One was.  The other two was from a different club.  They probably went
through some of the same shit as us."

Richard looked at Patrick and then down at his friend.  He hugged David and
used his thumb to wipe away a tear.

"When we got here, we said we wasn't gonna tell anybody what we'd been made
ta do.  We didn't know if we could trust anybody.  Whoever we told might
run back to our master and tell him, then he'd have our nuts cut out.
Knowin' him, he'd set up a party and have people sittin' around watchin' it
bein' done to us, or he'd sell them the right ta cut us.  We wasn't sure
what to do.

"We heard about Jeremy and talked to him some.  He said he had some of the
same problems tryin' ta figure out what ta do.  I mean, how can you go back
home and tell your parents you were a whore that got treated like a piece
o' shit?  We're so far behind in our schoolin' that we'd never catch up.
When we did get into some kinda school, we don't want people pointin' at us
and whisperin' behind our backs.  Right now, we don't see where there's any
place for us ta go.  Jeremy's younger'n us and has somebody that wants 'im;
people willin' to adopt 'im and give 'im a decent home.  He's already told
us that he can't go back to his other home for the same reason as us.  He
just needs ta make up his mind if he's gonna stay here or not.  What choice
do we have?  That's why David and me came out here today to figure out if
we should tell Mr. Daniel what we just told you.  We don't know what ta
do."

"The best advice we can give you is to tell Mr. Dan'l everything.  Let him
know he can trust you.  But, do you want to talk to someone else first?"
Patrick asked after a few minutes contemplation.  "We got the two old
professors and, we got Father Andrew and Father David who come to see us a
lot. They've helped a lot of us.'

"Do you understand why we don't want to go home?  I can't sit there and
tell a priest that I've been a whore and some of the stuff they did to us.
Understand?"

"What do you think the rest of us told 'em?  It wasn't easy, but you'd be
surprised how much they understand.  Not only the fathers, but Mr Dan'l and
the rest of 'em around here.  All I can tell you is that Mr. Dan'l's never
kicked anybody out of here and does everything he can to help us.  At
first, we didn't trust him either.  Now, there's not a kid here that
wouldn't be willin' to do some serious butt kickin' to anybody that said
somethin' bad about Mr. Dan'l and the other men that saved us.  If you'd
talk to him, he'd figure out how to help.  You wouldn't hafta worry 'bout
your old master makin' good on his threats neither."

"I wish we could believe that, but you don't know how mean our master could
be.  We heard about some boy slaves that died durin' some of his parties.
We don't want him comin' after us."

"Richard, you gotta trust somebody some time.  Mr. Dan'l and these other
adults've never lied to us."  Brad tried to encourage the new boys.

All four boys sat in silence.  It was obvious to Brad and Patrick that the
new boys wanted to feel safe and to tell somebody what had happened to
them.  However, only the two new boys could make the choice.

"Ya think the priest might forgive us if we confessed about what we did?"
David asked with a tone of hope.

Patrick smiled at the boy and said, "I think the father would tell you
there is nothing to forgive.  He told us that because we had to do what we
did to survive and somebody else made us get in that situation, that we
hadn't sinned."

"Are you catholic?" David asked.

"No, the Father said you didn't have ta be catholic for God to forgive us."

Richard and David continued to talk between themselves.  Brad and Patrick
sat patiently waiting.  Patrick had begun to play with Brad's nipples while
Brad slipped his hand between their bodies to tease his friend.  Richard
interrupted the two old friends.

"You think the father is here?"

"He is; we saw him earlier.  We can take you to him."

After another few minutes, Richard and David stood.  Brad and Patrick
followed.

"Are you guys Episcopalians?" Brad asked and both boys shook their head.

"There's something we need ta warn you about."  Patrick got both boys'
attention while Brad started to laugh.  "The father will probably ask if
you're Catholic or Episcopalian.  It won't matter what you say 'cause he'll
ask you if you know the difference between a Catholic and an Episcopalian.
When you say no, he'll tell you that Episcopalians are Catholics that
flunked Latin."

"Huh?" Richard and David responded simultaneously.

"It's supposed to be a joke," Patrick advised.  "The father thinks it's
funny so we always laugh.  We don't want him to get his feelings hurt. You
know how some adults can be with their weird sense of humor."


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To Be Continued

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