Date: Wed, 10 Jun 2009 17:36:22 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons Chapter One-hundred Three

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Chapter One-Hundred-Three: New Horizons


Walking around the grounds, Thad, Clay and Marc were soon joined by several
other boys including eight year old Jack, Thad's young cousin.  Included in
the group were Jeremy, Nigel, and a couple of the recently freed slave
boys.  Several boys that were part of the nest Clay was in, including
Tanner and Bobby, joined the group.  The boys all wanted to know what Clay
had been up to and how life was going.  Marc didn't listen to all the
chatter; he was too busy looking at all the naked boys, and drooling while
his imagination ran wild.

"Hey, kid, careful or you'll trip over your own tongue," Tanner commented,
bringing Marc back to the same world as the other boys.  Marc blushed and
couldn't say anything.

"Hey, guys, don't pick on him," Thad said, defending Marc.  "He's still a
virgin and can't help it.  Besides, he's Clay's brother, so he's bound ta
be just as horny as his brother all the time."

"Hey, easy guys, don't pick on my little bro," Clay jumped in.  "If you
guys paid attention, you'd see he's got the right stuff ta be proud of.
Could you imagine the money he coulda made on the street with his youth and
that equipment?"

"Pretty Boy, Jr?" Tanner teased.  Clay glared back his disapproval.

Clay knew the boys were deliberately picking on Marc, trying to make him
feel welcome.  He quickly realized that he had missed his old friends, more
than he realized.  The days on the street were hard and scary.  Looking
back, there were times they could talk and laugh about.

It was the hard times and the scary times that helped form strong binds
between the boys.  Clay didn't ever want to have to repeat those days.  The
only good thing about those days was the friends he made.  Those days also
helped Clay form one unwavering value, he never wanted his younger brother
to ever have any real idea how bad living on the street could be.

Everyone turned to admire Marc's natural assets, making more to do than was
necessary for the boy's benefit.  Marc stood still and enjoyed the
attention, even allowing himself to begin to rise to the occasion.

"Oh, Gahd, save us!  Come on guys, this kid's just like his brother;
willin' to show everybody everything.  Hope he don't give out free samples.
Spare us!"

"You mean you wish you could have a sample," Clay responded jokingly.  "Not
hap'nin'."

The boys continued to laugh and joke with each other as they proceeded
towards the private area behind the orchards.  While the area was used
heavily as a place to seek a little privacy to enjoy boy activities, the
group was more interested in talking and hearing what was happening on the
outside than they were in having an orgy.  Other boys, not a part of the
original nest, saw the group and, being curious, decided to join them.  A
couple of these boys were a part of the ex-slave group recently brought
into New Horizons.

"So, Clay, what you was sayin' in the hall, was all that true or were you
just bull shittin'?"

"Which part?" Clay asked, and then turned serious.  "At first I was kinda
self conscious 'bout everything.  I figured everybody was against me and
had it in for me.  It took me a while ta figure it all out and I needed
some help from some friends and family.  Mom said she'd get me some
counseling if I wanted, but I didn't wanna hafta talk ta some stranger and
explain to 'im all the shit I had ta do."

"Tanner?" Marc interrupted.  "If you and Clay was in the same nest thing
and was good friends, were ya'll lovers, too?"

Tanner was surprised and looked at Clay.

"My little brother is lookin' for some dirt on me that he can give me a
hard time about for the rest of my life."

"Your brother and me was good friends, but we wasn't really lovers."

"Did ya have sex?"

"You don't quit, do you?"  Marc just grinned, anticipating something juicy.
"Did Clay tell ya I'm the one that gave him the name Pretty Boy and why?"

Marc perked up, shaking his head.  He knew he was about to find out
something new.

"Okay, Pretty Boy, you gonna tell 'im or do I?"

"Thanks, ass hole.  You startedyou might as well finish."  No one paid any
attention to Clay calling Tanner an ass-hole; they were good friends and
all was said without malice.

"All of us had regulars.  One of your brother's regulars was an older guy
that almost drooled every time he saw Clay.  He'd come around 'bout twice a
week.  One time he showed up and Clay had some music playin' and was
dancin'.  The john showed up; him and Clay left.  We didn't think anything
about it.  When Clay came back the next day, he wasn't wearin' his clothes.
When we asked him 'bout it, he got so mad he wouldn't say nothin' ta any of
us."

"Why?" Marc asked.  "What was he wearin'?"

Tanner looked at Clay who just shrugged his shoulders.  He was going to get
a lot of teasing after this, but he was willing to accept that.

"He was wearing this light yellow and green and blue outfit like a harem
girl.  It was all see through too, and you could see everything.  When we
asked him where his clothes were he got mad and told us all ta go fuck off.
It got kinda bad when a lot of us started laughin'.  It didn't take much
for us to figure out what happened."  Tanner stopped to smile at his
friend.

"Before you screw this story up, let me finish it," Clay insisted.  "This
john, he was older'n our parents, but still had a good bod with well
defined muscles.  He was taller'n me and looked like a really nice guy; he
was hung like a horse, too.  But, he wasn't really into fuckin'; he was
into suckin'.  Him suckin' me and me suckin' on him.  Now, you wanted to
have a challenge?  Tryin' ta swallow his horse cock was a real challenge!"
All the boys broke into laughter.  Some of the boys acted like they were
going to try and stick four fingers down their throat while others just
grabbed their throat and made gagging sounds.

"Funny thing about him, too.  We never just went out and had sex.  He
always took me to a restaurant, even if sometimes it was like a fast-food
place, but wasn't; you know like one o' them oriental food places.  He made
sure I had somethin' decent ta eat.  If we didn't eat first, we'd just walk
and look in the windows of shops and stuff.  Somehow, I got ta where I
kinda felt sorry for 'im; it was like he was real lonely."

"But, how come you was wearin' those funny clothes?" Marc insisted.

"Patience, Little Bro, patience.  Like I said before, the old guy wasn't
like a lotta the johns we'd see.  It was like he wanted ta do somethin',
but wanted company at the same time.  I remember lookin' forward to seein'
'im each week.  He always made me feel safe.  He never made me feel like
some cheap hooker he picked up.  Funny thing, I just thought about, I never
knew his name.  I always just called 'im 'Sir' and he never said for me ta
call 'im anything else.  I don't think I woulda felt right callin' 'im
anything else, neither.

"One time when we'd just had somethin' ta eat and was walkin', neither one
of us sayin' anything, we walked by this costume shop.  I knew he always
wanted me to do different things for him; you know, to entertain 'im and
all.  Anyway, in the shop window was this harem outfit.  The material was
about as see through as it gets.  Turned out to be some kind of consignment
shop for used clothes and I told him if he'd get it I'd do a special dance
for 'im.

"When he bought it, he got a little radio, too.  I took 'im to this empty
building that had offices I knew how to get into.  We went there and I
stripped down and put on the harem outfit.  When I found some good music on
the radio, I started doin' this seductive dance for him.  I'd move around
kinda slow, running my hands over all the right parts.  When I'd bend my
knees, like in the limbo game, and kinda hop my equipment up close to 'im,
he'd reach out and I'd pull back real quick; teasin' 'im.  He'd always
laugh when I'd do my ab roll for 'im."

Clay stopped for a minute and showed the boys how he could control his abs
to roll up and down his torso.  The boys all laughed.  Clay also turned
around and showed the boys how he could control his glutes and did a short
dance for them.  Some of the boys had begun to play with themselves,
enjoying Clay's story and demonstration.

"Anyways, we were just havin' a good time with each other.  We didn't even
have any sex.  All of a sudden we heard the sirens and saw those cop cars.
I had ta take off real fast like, and I forgot my clothes.  When I got back
to the nest, all I had was the harem clothes.  The guys teased me and said
how pretty I looked.  The name Pretty Boy came from that.

"I borrowed some clothes from another boy and went back ta get mine, but
they was all gone.  A couple days later the man showed up again and smiled
when he saw me still wearing the harem clothes; I had ta give the borrowed
clothes back so the kid could go out and work.  That night, he took me back
to that second hand place and bought me some more clothes.  Sometimes, I
wonder where he is."

Clay let his private thoughts drift away for a few minutes.  He didn't tell
the boys that he always kind of looked on the older gentleman as kind of a
grandfather figure.  He never told anyone that deep down, privately, he had
always hoped the old man would one day ask him to come stay with him, live
with him.  Clay knew that if the old man wanted any kind of sex, he'd let
the man do whatever he wanted.  There was something special about the man
that let the boy feel safe, if only for a couple of hours every few days.

                                           * * * *

"Daniel, I know you try to keep the boys' private lives as private as
possible, but there's one I need to ask you about.  I'm thinking about
something, but I need more information on the boy."

Mary and Daniel sat in the dining hall, drinking coffee.  All the boys were
outside doing their chores, or in class, or playing.  Paul and Barry sat
with them.

"Mary, somehow I think I can guess what you are considering.  Do you think
it's wise to take on another boy?"

"I always knew that you were very perceptive, Daniel Thompson," Mary
answered with a smile.  "Wise?  I'm not so sure that's the term I would
use.  There's one boy here that seems to mean a great deal to Clay.  I'm
sure they are close friends.  I don't know if they are lovers in the sense
that I would use the term, but it wouldn't surprise me.  I already know,
without Clay even telling me, that he thinks the world of the other boy and
really misses him.  The look in his eyes tells me they most likely are
lovers, also.  It's no secret that Clay is gay and, the way I look at it, I
have to accept that and live with it or, one day I could lose him again.  I
don't want to push him into anything, but I don't want to be the hindrance,
either.  But please, until I can think this through, don't say anything to
anyone; I don't want anyone getting hurt unnecessarily.  I'm sure you can
guess that the boy is Thad."

"I would only be surprised if it wasn't Thad, after what you told us,"
Daniel commented.  "Clay and Thad were very close while Clay was here.
Some of the boys told me that Thad even cried for a little while when Clay
left.  He was one of the big pushers, urging Clay to return home.  Thad is
also one of the boys that helped Clay do the Cherubs' hair and design their
outfits."  Mary listened patiently, waiting for Daniel to tell her
something more personal about the boy.

"He's like a lot of the other boys here.  Parents were taken and sold into
slavery for debt.  Thad managed to escape or avoid being taken.  He helped
his young cousin, Jack, who was eight when we got them, to escape and took
care of him on the streets and watches out for him here.  It's because of
Jack that I'm not sure anyone could get Thad to leave here.  I don't think
he'll leave the boy."

"Tell me something more personal, Daniel," Mary encouraged.  "How does he
get along with the other boys?  What do the boys think of him?  How is he
with his schooling?"

"He does well with the other boys.  The boys have a certain degree of
admiration and respect for Thad, primarily because of how he watches out
for Jack.  As far as his schooling goes, the reports show him doing fairly
well.  I see a lot of comments about how he could do better if he would
apply himself more.  Right now, he's under- achieving, but on grade level.

"Mary, are you really seriously considering asking to take Thad?  I know
you're aware of what Clay had to endure.  With some of these other boys, it
was a lot worse and may take some time for them to adjust to having a
normal life."

"Daniel, as a mother, there's something I have learned and understand more
than any man ever will.  Boys, all boys, regardless of nationality, color,
or sexual orientation, respond primarily to two basic things.  Give them
enough, and you can help them be fine young men.  Boys always respond to
food."  The adults had to laugh, not expecting Mary to express such a
simple truth.  "When the good Lord made boys, it was for them to be walking
garbage disposals.  Clay and Marich have trained me well.  I feed them
everything I have and they still want to know what's for the next meal and
when will it be served.

"When you have satisfied the boy's never ending need for food, then give
him love, in large doses, mixed with patience.  Boys can be very trying,
but they are putty if you show them a little love, particularly if you can
throw in a good back rub once in a while.  Believe me when I say that I
have two of the most exasperating boys you will ever meet.  They demand
lots of food and love, and I give them all I can.  I wouldn't have it any
other way.  My big reward is that they return the love and devotion many
times over.

"What I need for you to tell me, Daniel, is that if I decide I can handle a
couple of more boys and ask Thad to come with us, will you allow him to go?
By the way, Clay knows nothing about this and I want to keep it like that
for now."

"Interesting.  You said something about a couple of more boys.  That tells
me you're also thinking about Jack."

"I am.  Clay has talked about Jack and how protective Thad is towards the
boy.  If he's anything near as nice and good hearted as Thad, I think he
would be a pleasure to have as part of our family.  I'm not fooling myself,
Daniel, and I don't want to fool the boys.  I'll never be able to replace
their real families, but I can try to give them something close.  In fact,
I can tell you now that I know a number of people, people who are old
enough to be grandparents to a lot of these boys, who wouldn't hesitate to
give these boys a home.  As parents, or grandparents, we know that there is
something very special about the laughter and energy of youth.  It helps
keep us young.  There could be lots of opportunities out there, Daniel, for
these boys to have full, rewarding lives.  Part of the problem is that the
state has somehow managed to come up with a scale of age differences
between child and adult.  If the adult goes beyond the scale, then they are
not considered as guardian material and everyone loses."

The small group continued their discussion until they heard the door open.
Danny walked in looking as though he had lost his best friend.

"Danny!"

Daniel recognized Sean's voice.  "Don't go in there without knocking
first."

Danny ignored his big brother's instructions and walked in.  When he
spotted Daniel, the little boy's face became a little longer, his shoulders
drooped a little more, and he walked a little more slowly.  Daniel was
familiar with Danny's routine to get sympathy and wondered what the boy
wanted that Sean wouldn't let him have.

"Danny?"  Daniel spoke softly, playing along with the charade.  "Why so
sad, little man?"

Danny played it to the hilt, sticking his lower lip out, pouting, and
looking down at the floor.

"Sean . . . Sean, he won't mmmpphhh or me an . .an . . .and . ."  Danny
began to whimper and cry.

"Danny."  Daniel put a finger under the boys chin to make Danny look at him
while Mary had to turn her head so Danny couldn't see her smile of
amusement.  "How many times have I said you have to look at me and talk
plainly or I can't understand what you're saying?  Now, let's try again."
Daniel lifted the boy and placed him straddling his lap, looking straight
at Daniel.

"Sean won't let us play," Danny half-whined.  "Me and Ian and Brian wanted
ta play and Sean said no."

"Oh, I see.  So, Sean is being mean to the three of you, right?" Danny
nodded his head.  "Did Sean tell you why he wouldn't let the three of you
play?  And, what is it you wanted to play?"  Danny just shrugged his
shoulders.

"You know, Danny, that doesn't sound like Sean to me.  The Sean I know
usually tries real hard to make sure you have lots of time to play and have
lots of fun.  Doesn't he?"  Again, Danny just shrugged his shoulders.
Unknown to Danny, Sean had also walked into the room.

"Tell Mr. Dan'l the truth, Danny," Sean said, startling Danny.

Danny looked at Sean, then Daniel, and then at the floor.  Danny turned his
eyes up to take a peek at Daniel without moving his head.  Danny couldn't
figure out how to talk his way out of the situation he had gotten himself
into.  Daniel finally helped the boy.

"Sean, can you tell me what Danny's problem is, please?"

"Yes, sir.  Danny, Ian and Brian were doing their school work.  After class
time they wanted to go play mud monsters and I told Danny and Ian they
couldn't leave.  Brian worked while he was in class and finished his
assignments; Danny and Ian didn't.  I told the two of 'em they had to stay
in the room and finish and when they were finished, they could play.  Danny
came over here figuring he could talk you into letting them play."

"Danny," Daniel again lifted Danny's head by placing a finger under the
boy's chin.  "Is what Sean says true?  Did you and Ian play in class and
not finish your work?"

"But . . .but, he let Brian go play," Danny whined.

"That's not what I asked you.  You know that Sean helps you every day and
when he says you can't do something, there's a good reason.  I can't think
of a better reason than you needing to finish your school work.  Can you?"

"I dunnoooo . . .," Danny whimpered.  "We just wanted ta play a little and
then we was gonna finish.  Promise."  Danny looked up at Daniel as though
he expected the promise to be enough to bail him out of trouble.

"Do the rules say that you only have to do some of your school work and
then play and then you can promise to finish?  Or, do the rules say that
you can play after all your school assignments are done?"

"But, Brian, he . . .I mean, he . . ."

"No.  We aren't talking about Brian.  We are talking about you and Ian.
Now, since you and Ian didn't finish your school work when you should have,
you get to spend part of your playtime doing it.  I know that's not what
you want to do, but you and Ian can only blame yourselves.  Now, if you
want to argue I can make it so you finish your school work and you don't
get any playtime, neither will Ian.  Instead, both of you will get to come
over here and sit in the next room by yourselves while all the other boys
go play.  Do you want me to do that?"

"Noooooo," Danny whined, giving Daniel a pleading look.

"Okay, if you don't want me to do that, what do you think you should do?"

Danny looked at Daniel and it was all Daniel could do to not give in to the
boy.  Danny finally looked down, and while still straddling Daniel's lap
and with both legs swinging, answered.

"Me and Ian's gotta finish the school work?" Danny answered.  When he
didn't get an immediate response, he added. "Now, and then we can play and
be mud monsters?"

"Good answer.  There's something else you need to remember, too.  Not only
are you and Ian losing out on your fun time, but so is Sean.  That's not
very fair to Sean, is it?  Don't you think you should tell Sean that you're
sorry and you'll try real hard?"

"Yesss."

"Now, how about giving me a hug and then you go with Sean, okay?"

Danny gave Daniel a hug, but Daniel made sure he held onto the boy and
rubbed his back.  After he whispered into Danny's ear that he was happy
that Danny could be a big boy, he set Danny down to go with Sean.  Before
leaving, Sean turned to Daniel and handed him a note.

"Mr. Dan'l, Brad's got phone duty right now and he asked me ta bring this
note to ya.  Said it's from Ms. 'Lizbeth and she wanted to talk to ya."

                                           * * * *

"Hey, what's your name?" Marc asked the boy sitting next to him.  Marc had
noticed the boy fingering himself just like he was doing.

"My real name's Vincent, but my parents called me Vinny.  That your
brother?"

"Yeah, he's my big brother.  He's cool it'n he?" Marc answered.

"Yeah, that's neat the way he can make his abs roll up and down.  Where I
was, they'd make him a sissyboy.  There's lots a people like them."

"What do ya mean by where you were?  Had'n you been here like a lotta
others?"

"Uh-uh.  I'm one of the slave boys they freed.  I've only been here a few
weeks, but this is some place.  Where I was they made me a cumbucket."

"Whad'ya mean by that?  You hafta eat a lotta cum?"

"You wasn't a slave, was ya?"  Marc shook his head.  "All boy slaves hafta
not only eat a buncha cum, but we gotta let those old geezers shoot their
loads up our ass.  Some of 'em wasn't too easy 'bout doin' it neither.
From some of the stories I hear these guys tellin', I was kinda lucky.  All
I had ta do was suck and get fucked once in a while.  Sometimes, there'd be
these older guys that just wanted ta cuddle with me and play with my tits
and dick.  It wasn't too bad when they'd play a lot 'cause they'd make me
shoot.  That's the only time we could.  My master wouldn't let nobody do
anythin' ta really hurt me.  He told 'em anybody hurt me or did permanent
harm, then he'd kill 'em.  I think he woulda done it, too.  But if we
played with ourselves and made ourselves shoot a load, he'd beat our butts
with a paddle.  He said his customers paid good money for our loads and we
wasn't ta waste 'em."

"You was really a slave?  That sounds like you got treated like some piece
of garbage.  I mean, not even lettin' ya play with yourself.  I do that all
the time and shoot a load at least two or three times a day.  Your master
woulda had a sore arm from beatin' my ass."

The two boys smiled at one another and then looked back at Clay and the
other boys.  Vinny spoke again.

"Around here, the guys are always playin' with themselves or each other.  I
heared there's almost always some kinda sex goin' on someplace.  I was
scared ta do it at first, but I've seen some of 'em, and man, they go for
it and don't get into trouble."  Vinny looked around at the other boys and
then whispered to Marc.  "I'm gettin' horny just talkin' bout it and
listenin' to your brother.  I need ta find a place.  Wanna?  The guys say
there's a good place over close to the river."

The two boys stood and walked away from the group.  Thad tapped Clay on the
shoulder and pointed to the two boys walking away.  Clay turned and saw his
brother walking off with another boy and smiled, knowing that, real soon,
Marc would most likely be getting his first experience with a boy that
wasn't his brother.

"You talk like you didn't mind bein' a sex slave," Marc commented as they
walked.

"Are you kiddin'?" Vinny answered.  "Mostly, I hated it.  But, at the same
time, I did'n have no choice.  When they first took me and sold me, I
fought 'em every way I knew how.  I'd sass 'em and do just the opposite of
what they told me.  I wanted them ta hate me as much as I hated them.  At
first, when I did that, they beat my ass with a paddle, but I didn't stop.
After a couple days, this big ass hairy bastard came for me and dragged me
outta my pen. When I yelled at 'im and asked what he was gonna do he just
gave me this real evil-like smile; it scared me so bad I almost lost it and
peed right then and there."

"Well, what'd he do?"

"He took me outside where they had all the other boys standin'.  They tied
me to a post and I knew I was gonna get a beatin'.  They beat me till I
passed out.  When I woke, I was hangin' on a cross.  They called it bein'
crucified, and they left me there, hangin' in the hot sun."  Vinny stopped
walking.  He took the time to remember.

"They'd come back and ask me if I was ready ta suck dick.  At first I said
no.  Before it was over I was beggin' 'em to let me suck dick and get
fucked.  Before they'd let me down I had ta beg 'im to let me suck all the
boys they had standin' there.  I had ta suck and swallow so much cum that I
throwed up.  Any time I started ta give 'em trouble after that, they just
pointed to the cross.  You don't know how much that can hurt ya.  I didn't
think my shoulders and arms was ever gonna work again.

"When they trained me and put me in the house, I knew I was gonna be the
best cock sucker they had.  I never wanted ta give anybody no trouble
again.  I was too scared to.  I never told nobody, but after they done that
to me, I had nightmares and sometimes woke up at night cryin'.  After a
while I figured that I was just the cumbucket they said I was and did the
best that I could, even convincin' myself that I liked it.  Truth was, I
learned real quick that sex could be fun and so long as I didn't give my
master a bad time, he took care of me.  Now, I just like sex."

The boys found a private spot and sat on the ground.  There was an old log
they leaned against.

"How long was you a slave?"

"'Bout a year.  I was twelve when they took me; I'm thirteen, now.  Man,
I'm horny.  Ya wanna talk or play?  I need ta shoot a big load.  You gonna
be at the orgy tonight?"

"Where's it gonna be?  Wait, what ya wanna play?"  Marc hesitated.  "Uh,
Vinny?  Don't laugh, but I ain't never had sex with nobody but my brother;
but I wanna.  Okay?"

"You gotta nice lookin' sausage hangin' there.  You ever been tongue kissed
before?"  Marc shook his head.  "Let's jerk each other off and I'll show ya
how to have some fun.  We can shoot a couple loads and still get charged up
for tonight."

Marc smiled at his new friend as he removed his hand from his boyhood and
surrendered himself to his new teacher; he knew that his dream was about to
come true.  Class was in session as Vinny cupped his hand under Marc's soft
sac and, leaning over the innocent boy to let their lips touch, gently
rolled the virgin marbles over his fingers.


End Ch One-hundred Three

To Be Continued

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