Date: Mon, 7 Sep 2009 12:42:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons Chapter One-hundred Seven

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Chapter One-hundred Seven: New Horizons


"Okay, guys, let's settle down.  I know everyone is a little tired from
yesterday and last night's fun fest, that's why we're all taking the
morning off."

"Yeah! . . . Alright!" The boys called out randomly.

Daniel had heard all the rumors that were started when the boys heard about
some of their friends leaving.  He thought the best way to quell the
rampant speculation about what was going on was to bring the boys together
and tell them the truth.

"That's right. When you've had your breakfast and we finish here, then
everyone can go find a nice shady spot and take a nap.  However, after
lunch, we resume our regular schedule.  What that means is that everyone
that's normally busy in the mornings and has their free time in the
afternoon, now get to do today's normal morning chores this afternoon."

Daniel knew that the last announcement would draw a chorus of boos and
decided to let the boys play it out.  When it quieted down again, he
decided to fuel the fire.

"Well, look at it this way, we could always call off this morning's hiatus
and go back on regular schedule now."  As expected, this last suggestion
drew an even louder chorus of boos.  Daniel and his staff laughed.  None of
the boys had considered that Daniel and his staff had been up longer and
working harder than any of them; plus, they were not getting the morning
off.

"Okay, guys, let's bring this meeting to order or we'll never get out of
here.  Now, I know, that is the staff and I know, that you boys are aware
that some of your friends are no longer with us.  We've heard all the
rumors and wild speculation going around and thought we owed you an
explanation."  The room quickly became very quiet as the boys listened
intently.

"The counselors had told us that they thought a number of boys might be
ready to be reunited with their families.  We were able to locate a number
of the families and had counselors talking with them.  On the
recommendation of all the counselors, we decided to try and bring them back
together as quickly as possible.  However, I hope you boys can appreciate
the fact that regardless of what the counselors may believe, the boy, or
the boy's family, may not be ready to face the reality involved with
reuniting a family.

"In addition to the being ready problem, the question is always whether the
boy or the family wants to reunite.  I think everyone of you in here, with
the exception possibly of the youngest ones, can appreciate our concerns.
So, in an attempt to minimize any discomfort for anyone involved, we came
up with a plan.  We sent out invitations to a number of families.  The
belief was that any family not ready to reunite would not show.
Unfortunately, I have to admit that not all the families showed up.
However, a lot of them did.

"To protect the boy, and actually all of you, no one was told what we were
doing.  We didn't want anyone getting excited over the prospect of being
with their family and then being disappointed; you boys have all had enough
of that.  When the time came, each boy was located and asked the question.
If he said no, there was no argument; his answer was accepted as final.  I
am pleased to report that all of the boys went home with their parents or
another member of their family that will now be responsible for them."

"Mr. Dan'l?" One of the boys raised his hand and Daniel signaled for the
boy to stand.  "Mr. Dan'l, are you gonna do this again?  I mean, are you
gonna be contactin' our families and tryin' ta get us together again?"

"We hope to, yes.  I hope you boys understand that our goal has always been
to see to it that you're free and back with your families.  We hope that
somehow you'll be able to return and have some semblance of a normal life."

"But, Mr. Dan'l, I don't think all of us wants ta go home; I don't.  I was
a pleasure boy for more than four years.  I've had ta do stuff and had
stuff done ta me that I don't never want to have to explain to nobody.
Quite honestly, Mr. Dan'l, when I was home it wasn't all that great, my old
man was a heavy drinker and could be mean.  I'm fifteen now and it's gonna
take a lotta work for me ta finish catchin' up on school and, well, I kinda
like it here."

"There's some of us, Mr. Dan'l, that don't really have a home to go back
to," Kevin stood to speak.  "You know about my story.  Given my age and
all, well, I'd like ta think that I could stay here and help until I have
to leave for college.  I told Mark that I was really kind of hopin' that I
could come back after college and work here, you know, helpin' other kids
that've wound up in situations like us."

"What he really means Mr. Dan'l is that he wants ta came back here and be
with Mark.  The two of 'em want ta help each other, just in a different
way."

All the boys broke into laughter.  They were boys being boys.  Kevin looked
embarrassed, but he also laughed.

"Hey, Mr. Dan'l." another boy called out.  "We talked ta Thad and Clay and
they said that Clay's mom was gonna be Thad and Jack's foster mom."

"That's right.  The two boys left with Clay and his family last night."

"Thad said they was gonna have ta go ta regular school.  Did anybody tell
'em that they can't go ta school naked?  Thad don't like clothes unless he
has to.  He's a dedicated nudist."  The boys started laughing.

"From what I can see from here, Thad isn't the only dedicated nudist,"
Dan'l shot back to the boys.

"You know how it is, Mr. Dan'l, when ya got it ya gotta flaunt it."

"I doubt seriously that Mrs. Holmes is ready to move her family to a nudist
camp and she'll make sure the boys are properly attired," Daniel answered
with a smile, appreciating their joke.

"Now, before I lose control of this little meeting, let me say this.  I
will promise all of you that, in the future, before we send out invitations
to try and reunite families, we will talk to all of you and let you know
what's happening.  I also promise that if the opportunity comes to reunite
you with family, and you don't want to go, you will not be forced to leave
here.

"Now, I have work to do and unless all of you are ready to start work now,
I suggest that I return to my office and you guys find a place to rest."

                                           * * * *

"Daniel, Larry and Greg are looking for you.  They've completed the
research on that club," Paul announced as Daniel entered the administration
building.  "They're in your office now."

"Paul, why don't you join us?"

Larry was sitting at the computer with Greg and Arthur looking over his
shoulder.  Daniel couldn't see what site he was on, but assumed he was
doing additional research.

"I thought you guys had finished your research," Daniel commented.

"We did, Daniel, but then we had a thought.  Using that club as a
foundation for the research, we decided to take the names of the owners and
run them for additional licenses or ownership references.  By
cross-referencing we came up with the names of seven more clubs.  Right now
we are trying to verify ownership of those clubs.  So far, everything is
falling into line just like the club Mary Holmes discovered."

"What about internet sites?  Anything there?" Daniel asked.

"Not yet," Arthur answered.  "We really haven't had the opportunity to do a
full search on the internet, but I'm guessing we'll find something.  I'm
hoping it will be similar to the first club and we can identify some boys
that way.  If we can, then I'll need to contact the authorities."

"Do you think the local authorities will work with us?"

"I don't know.  You saw the names of some of the corporate owners and who
holds their stock.  This could be a situation where we have to go to the
state level in order to keep things quiet.  At the moment, I'm thinking of
asking the judge for search warrants and then making simultaneous raids.
It's going to take some coordination and man power."

"Matched another boy, Daniel," Greg announced as he stood and stepped back
for Daniel to look.

"Hmmmmm, you're right.  Can you believe the audacity of these people?  Not
only do they not turn the boys in, they actually flaunt their pictures and
offer them for hire on the internet."

Daniel paused while Greg showed him a list of the clubs and their
locations.  All of the clubs were stretched between Boca and the north end
of Miami.  The clubs also appeared to be located in fairly affluent areas
and near the water.

"Daniel, these clubs have been checked before." Arthur was looking at the
list with Daniel.  "Do you think it's possible they are being tipped off
about raids and using boats to take the boys away somehow?"

"My theory is that anyone that will stoop to dealing in boy flesh is
capable of doing anything," Daniel answered as he looked around the room.
"Arthur, I think we need to go state level and call Ron Wilson.  Paul
. . ."

"I'm getting his number now, Daniel," Paul answered before Daniel could
finish his thought.

"Okay, how many boys were on the list the state gave us, the list of
no-finds," Daniel asked.

"Thirty-seven," Larry answered, flipping through the pages.  "Interesting,
the data here shows that all but two of them were registered in the
southeast part of the state."

"Daniel, I have Ron Wilson's office on the line, transferring to you now."

While Daniel spoke with Ron Wilson, Larry, Greg and Arthur continued to
research the names they had.  Daniel handed Paul a note and Paul went back
to his desk to conference in the governor.  Arthur looked at the list of
clubs several times and suddenly realized why one of the names looked
familiar.  Arthur pointed to the name and asked Larry to concentrate his
research on that particular club.  Arthur used his cell phone to call
Linda, who was in the guest home, and asked her to bring Jeremy to the
office.

Linda walked in with Jeremy a few minutes later.  Arthur smiled to himself
as he watched Jeremy.  The boy had gone so many years without clothing that
he didn't even think about being the only nude person in the crowd.  The
boy also looked as though he was still half asleep.

"Hey, kiddo; didn't mean to wake you," Arthur told the boy as he placed a
hand on Jeremy's shoulder.

"That's alright.  I was gonna have ta get up in a few minutes any way.  I
gotta go to a class and do some homework."

Arthur pointed towards the sofa and guided Jeremy there to take a seat.
Arthur and Linda sat on either side of him.

"Jeremy, I'm going to show you a list of names and I want you to tell me if
you recognize any of them.  Okay?"  Jeremy nodded his understanding.

Arthur turned the list for Jeremy to read it.  Just as Arthur gave the list
to Jeremy, Daniel walked into the room, followed by Larry and Greg.  It was
apparent to everyone that Jeremy did recognize at least one name. The boy
became tense and began shaking.  Linda wrapped an arm around his shoulders
and pulled him close.

"I was at two of 'em.  That was the last one," Jeremy commented as he
pointed to the third name on the list.

"Jeremy, it's okay," Arthur tried to reassure the boy.  "I wouldn't ask you
this if it wasn't important.  What can you tell us about the clubs?  We
know what went on; we're not asking you to relive all that.  We're asking
if they move boys through there often, or have hiding places for them, or
anything else you can tell us about the place itself."

"The two I was at was about the same.  They had a place where customers
came in.  When the customer chose a boy, then the boy was taken to a room,
dependin' on what the customer wanted ta do to 'im.  When it was all over
the boy was taken back to his cell, unless he got hurt, then he went to
another place where they had a nurse."

"This other place, was it in the same building?"

"Kinda, I think so.  Where we had ta entertain customers and where they
kept us was different."

"Different, how?" Daniel asked.  "Jeremy, can you tell us what happened to
you when you finished with a customer."

"Yes, sir.  They took us out and down a hallway, just kinda backwards from
when they took us in.  We were supposed to look down all the time, but all
of us tried to sneak a peek sometimes.  When we got to the end of the hall
there was a door that had a sign on it that said 'Private'.  You went
through the door and there was some steps, twelve of 'em, I counted a bunch
of times.  Then we walked down this hall, but it wasn't like the other
hall.  This one had bare floors."

"How did it feel?  Was it hot, cold, damp?  Was it long, short? "

"Usually, it felt damp and cold on my feet.  I always got goosebumps.  I
counted those steps, too.  Usually, I took thirteen steps before I had ta
climb some more steps.  If somebody was behind me, pushing me so I had ta
take longer steps, then it wasn't so many.  It was kinda narrow too.  I
don't remember anybody ever walkin' next ta me, but I do remember bumpin' a
wall sometimes."

"Jeremy, can you show us how long a normal step was for you when going down
that cold hallway?  The step you took when no one was behind you, pushing."

"Yes, sir."  Jeremy proceeded to take several steps, each the same as he
used to take, as best as he could remember.

"Okay, you said you had to climb up some steps, I'll assume about the same
number as the first set of steps?"  Jeremy nodded.  "Then where were you?

"I don't know where we were, 'cept in the cell room.  It was kind of a dark
room, not many lights.  It wasn't anything like where we had ta see
customers.  You could see beams going up the walls like a skeleton, but we
weren't allowed to get near them.  I was always taken to the showers to
clean myself and then they gave me a little food and put me in my cell.  I
remember when I'd lay down and look up through the bars that I could see a
roof or ceiling way up high.  The roof or ceiling had these square panels
in it so light could come through sometimes."

"Larry, get back on the computer and see if you can get a map of the area
that club is in.  Then do the same on all the others.  I have a sneaky
suspicion that if we were to raid those clubs, we won't find anything."

"Mr. Dan'l," Jeremy's fear and concern was evident in his voice.  "Are you
really gonna raid those clubs?"

"Not me, alone, Jeremy.  We have reason to believe that some of the boys
that should have been surrendered under the last court order are being kept
in these clubs.  Also, I think you just told us that the boys are kept in
hiding and where."

"I did?"

"You did," Daniel paused and shifted around to look directly into Jeremy's
eyes.  "Jeremy, I don't like asking you this, but it's important.  Can you
tell me everything you can remember about the rooms or places where you had
to meet a client?"  Jeremy's discomfort was apparent in his facial
expression and nervousness.

"There was what we called fancy rooms.  Those were rooms with beds and a
shower in 'em.  When we met somebody there we usually had to shower with
'em and then do whatever they wanted.  Usually, in those rooms it was to
give a blow job or to lay down and let them . . . ."  Jeremy paused and
looked at Linda.

"It's okay, Jeremy, I understand," Linda told the boy in a gentle tone.
"Suppose I leave you men here and I'll go back to the home and make a fresh
pot of coffee."

"I didn't mean to make her mad at me," Jeremy said to Arthu,r after she
left the room.

"No, Jeremy, she's not mad at you.  It's just that she understood what you
were about to say and also that it could embarrass you to say it in front
of her.  She left so that you weren't embarrassed or didn't feel bad."

"Okay."  Jeremy reluctantly accepted the explanation.  "But, you know what
I mean.  Most of the customers just wanted to fuck us and then make us lick
'em clean.  That's why it was always important for me to clean myself in
the shower."

"Jeremy, you said most of the customers.  What about the others?  Were
there different rooms?"

"They had what we called the pit or dungeons.  Some of the handlers called
'em play rooms.  They were places where they took a boy to whip him or some
kind of torture.  When a boy did something wrong, the master or boss took
him in there and hung him from chains or on the cross to punish him.  They
also had what they called a milkin' chair."

"What's a milking chair?" Larry asked.  "I've never heard of one of those."

It was a big wooden chair with a butt plug shaped like a dick . . ."

"A dildo," Arthur interrupted.  "It's called a dildo."

"Yes, sir, a dildo.  I heard one of the handlers call it that once.  They
actually had a bunch of names for it, but none of 'em was nice.  Anyway,
they'd put some lube in ya and make ya sit on the dildo.  If you didn't sit
fast enough, they pushed you down.  They did it to me a couple times 'cause
I didn't please the customer right.  It hurt bad."

Daniel watched Jeremy.  He had not intended for the boy to have to relive
those gruesome experiences but there was something, something Daniel
couldn't quite put his finger on, that said he needed to let Jeremy
continue.

"When they made you sit, they strapped you down and then put this suction
thing on the end of your dick.  When they turned the machine on, the dildo
would vibrate and turn inside ya.  The suction thing kept goin' till it
milked everything out of you and then didn't stop.  The last time they done
it to me somebody had ta pick me up and carry me to the nurse."  Jeremy sat
there, staring at the floor, tears running down his cheeks.

"There was somethin' else that might be important," Jeremy continued, "the
dungeon rooms, well where they were all the boys in their cells could hear
what was happenin'.  The boss said they did that to remind us that if we
didn't please a customer out front, then our next customer would be in a
dungeon."

"Jeremy, only one more question and I think you've been through enough,"
Daniel said.

"In these places, were there just boys, or were there some men, too?"

"There was some men, but they was pretty young.  All that I knew was in
their twenties.  Sometimes, a customer would want two or more of us to put
on a show or have sex with 'em.  Usually, if that happened, they liked ta
see a grown man fuckin' one of us boys.  Sometimes they just had the older
guys together, sometimes just the boys.  They had this one really screwed
up guy that paid a lot of money to see two of us fight.  It had to be a
real fight, too, no actin'.  They called it a fight to the fuck.  You won
when the other guy was on the floor and couldn't go on.  He wasn't allowed
ta give up unless somethin' got broke.  If they thought the boy givin' up
was fakin', they started beatin' him right there and then he still had ta
get up and fight.  It wasn't over till the winner fucked the loser right
there."

"Okay, that's enough," Arthur told Jeremy as he placed an arm around the
boy's shoulders and pulled him close.  Jeremy had stopped crying, but he
had not stopped thinking, or shaking.  The boy looked as though he had aged
in the past few minutes; he looked worn out.

Daniel stuck his head out the door and said something to a passing boy.  A
couple of minutes later, Linda came in.

"Jeremy, come with me, baby.  It's time to leave these men to their work."

"Uh," Jeremy stopped on his way out and turned to Daniel, "if you raid that
place, I need ta go."

Linda and Arthur exchanged glances.  Neither was sure that was a good idea
for Jeremy.

"Jeremy, why don't you escort all of us over to the mess hall.  I think we
could all use a cool drink or fresh cup of coffee?  Maybe Mr. Barry will
have some of those sweet rolls left from this morning," Daniel suggested,
changing the subject.  "Larry, can you join us as soon as you print the
maps?"

                                           * * * *

Barry was able to provide sweet rolls and milk, for Jeremy, coffee for
everyone else.  The boy was depressed after reliving some of his
experiences as a slave; depressed and tired.  When the rolls were consumed
Linda took Jeremy to the mobile home to rest and then rejoined the men in
Daniel's office.

"How's Jeremy," Daniel asked as she entered.

"He's worn out.  I asked him to try to get some rest.  He wanted to argue
with me because he had school work to finish.  I told him that I'd speak to
the professor and get him a little extension, but he was to lie down and
rest."

"I'm sorry he had to go through that, but the information he gave us, I
think, will be invaluable.  We've been studying the maps and think we know
what was going on.  Each of the clubs we have maps for occupies a small
building that backs up to an alley."  Daniel laid the maps on the desk for
everyone to see.  "Notice how narrow the alleys are, and remember how many
steps Jeremy said he took.  The description he gave us where the cells are
is like the inside of a warehouse.  Also, remember the skylights he
described.  Now, look at the maps and aerial photos we have.  We've only
had time to check two of the sites, but in both the properties, the primary
facility and the warehouse behind it, are titled to the same owner."

"Daniel, I'm normally on the defendant's side of the law, but my guess is
there is enough evidence here to convince a judge to issue a warrant for
the front club and the warehouse," Arthur advised.

"Paul, let's send an email to Ron Wilson and the governor's office
requesting another conference call.  Attach these maps and photos to the
emails.

"Larry, Greg, how about the two of you continue to research stockholders of
all those corporations and partnerships.  Let's see if we can find any more
interesting connections.  If you have any problems, let me know.  I'll call
Grandpa smith and ask him to use his contacts, if needed."

                                           * * * *

Larry and Greg located maps and aerial photos for the remaining sites.
There was some concern because some of the photos were quite old, but they
did show the physical relation between the clubs and adjoining buildings
which is what Daniel wanted.  They still had another hour before the next
conference call could take place.

"Daniel, you do understand that it could be several days before this type
of raid could get fully organized and manpower assigned?" Arthur asked.

"I know, and that's what really bothers me.  While we drag our feet getting
organized, there are boys out there being hurt.  Sometimes I wish I could
be a magician and just waive a magic wand, making this whole slave issue go
away."

"I'd say you and your team have done a pretty good job thus far," Arthur
answered.

"Well, I don't know if you can make the whole issue go away, Daniel," Linda
interjected, "but I do know one part of the issue that needs to end."

The men turned to look at Linda.  When Daniel looked at her, he knew he
wasn't seeing the individual or person of Linda, he was seeing the 'mom'.

"You're referring to Jeremy," Daniel stated with understanding.

"Yes, I am.  When he first wanted to work with you to help the boys, I
understood.  I don't know if I can explain it exactly, but I had the idea
that maybe it would help him deal with some of the nightmares he had been
put through.  When it started I had no idea of when or how I would
recognize that it was time to end it."

"Linda, . . ." Arthur stood to go to his wife.

"Arthur," Linda interrupted, "I do not want Jeremy going on this raid.  You
heard him say that he wanted to go.  No.  It's time for this to end for
Jeremy.  I don't want him going through, again, what we saw a few minutes
ago.  It's time for Jeremy to have a normal life."

"Mom," Daniel spoke softly.  Linda turned to him. She had not heard him
call her that in a long time.  It felt good.  "Jeremy didn't say that he
wanted to go, or ask.  It was a statement that he needed to go."  Daniel
paused to be sure that Linda understood what he had just said.

"I can only tell you from my experience with these boys, and my own
personal experience, that they need to reach a point where they can stand
up to their demons.  I saw it in Jeremy's eyes as he was talking.  He's
ready; at least, he's ready to try."

"Daniel, are you telling me that we should let him go on this raid after
what he told us today?"

"Right now, yes, I am.  That may change if circumstances suggest that there
could be any danger to him.  With a little luck, when it's over he'll have
taken a giant step towards exorcising his demons."

                                           * * * *

"Hey, guys, what's goin' on?" Brad asked.  "Anybody hear anything?"

Brad, Patrick, Evan, Tanner, Brian, TJ and several of the other boys had
gathered in the recreation area to talk.  All the boys knew something was
up, but couldn't figure it out.

"Uh-uh," Tanner answered.  "We just heard Mr. Dan'l and some of the others
talkin' in the mess hall.  They was havin' coffee and sweet rolls and
lookin' at some kind o' maps and pictures.  Jimmy served 'em the sweet
rolls and saw the stuff.  They had Jeremy in there with 'em and Jimmy said
Jeremy didn't look so hot.  Miss Linda and Mr. Arthur were in there, too."

"Who else is inside with 'em?"  One of the boys asked.

"Jimmy said Mr. Larry and Greg brought over the maps and pictures, so
they're pro'bly in there.  Mr. Paul's in there, but we don't know who
else."

"Well, if they're lookin' at maps 'n stuff, then I doubt they're talkin'
about last night.  You think they know anything 'bout the orgy we had last
night?"

"How could they?  All the adults was either playin' games and havin' fun,
or asleep.  The only way they'd know anything is if somebody blabbed."

"Yeah, but you know how those young ones can run their mouths sometimes."

"Not the twins," Brian told them.  "Those two boys're the horniest set of
twins this side of whatever.  All you gotta do is mention sex and they're
ready."

"Ha!" Tanner added.  'Tell me 'bout it.  I thought those two were gonna
drain me till my balls shriveled into nothin'."

"They already have," Jimmy teased his friend.

"You oughta know, you're the one likes ta suck 'em dry," Tanner retorted to
the amusement of the other boys.

"Speaking of the twins, where are they?" asked Brian.

"Last I saw them they were curled up sleeping with Connor and Peter, 'cept
they wasn't sleeping."

"When was that?" Brian asked.

"Just a few minutes ago.  They was out back of the orchard."

"The orchard?  Again?  They don't even have the sense to go someplace where
nobody'll see 'em?  C'mon, show me.  They were supposed to be getting' some
rest.  They fall asleep in class this afternoon, somebody's gonna have my
ass for not makin' 'em take a nap."

The boys headed towards the orchard.  They were just past the vegetable
garden when they heard squeaking sounds.  The closer they got to the source
of the sounds, the more it sounded like high-pitched whimpers, almost like
you would hear from a new-born pup.  A few more feet and the source and
reasons for the sounds were obvious.

The twins, Bill and John, were on their knees.  Also on their knees facing
the twins were Connor and Peter.  The boys had their arms wrapped around
one another and were going to town humping .  Each thrust brought a little
whimper from one or more of the boys.  No one could tell if it was Bill or
John with Connor; the same with Peter.  It was just the twins.  The boys'
backs were also covered in sand, suggesting the boys had been engaged in
some other game earlier.

Brian signaled the others to stay back while the boys had their fun.  All
the boys knew that the twins and the Brit brothers were too young to shoot,
but they all enjoyed a little boy-type play and never seemed to get enough.
Even little Danny and Ian knew how much fun it was to hump and they barely
had anything to hump with.  The boys were breathing pretty hard, so it was
apparent it wouldn't be too long before they finished.  When the boys did
finally reach their version of a climax, the boys standing in the orchard
watching applauded.  Connor and Peter looked around in shock.  The twins
looked at Brian and grinned like they were proud of themselves.

"I won't ask what you boys were doing, it's obvious.  You know, you'd think
the four of ya had enough last night," Brian said as he looked at the twins
who just looked back and smiled.  "All four of you know that you're
supposed to be resting.  Now, we'll have to try and sneak you back into the
dorms before we all get inta trouble."  As he spoke, Brian reached down and
picked up Bill, or maybe it was John, and tossed him over his shoulder like
a sack of potatoes, much to the boy's delight.

Brad, Patrick, and TJ each grabbed a boy and carried him the same way.  The
other boys moved ahead quickly to make sure the coast was clear.  When they
reached the edge of the recreation area, rather than go to the showers by
the pool, the boys opted to use the garden hose behind the admin building.
Turning the water on only slightly, they rinsed the four sex maniacs.  When
they were clean, each boy was again tossed over someone's shoulder and told
to be quiet.

"Separate 'em," Brian told the other boys.  "Put 'em in their big brother's
bed if you hafta, but make sure they're far enough apart they don't just
keep yakkin' up a storm."

Brian gently laid his young charge on the bed.

"Now, you don't have to go to sleep, but you do have to lay here and rest.
Understand?"

Bill looked up at Brian with a grin that bespoke trouble.  Suddenly, Bill
reached up and grabbed Brian's flaccid boyhood.

"No!  I told you no more playing.  If you don't settle down I'm going to
take you over to Mr. Dan'l and let him deal with you."  Bill grinned at
Brian again.

"What are you grinning about now?" Brian asked.

"I'm not Bill," John told him, obviously proud of himself.

Brian took a deep breath.  This was not the first time the twins had pulled
the switch trick on their big brothers.  The twins seemed to think it was
funny.

"Well, guess what.  I don't care.  You're still going to lie here.
Tonight, you take a shower with me.  You've got a stinky butt and I'm going
to make sure you take a proper bath tonight."

"Noooooo," the young boy whined.

"Yeeessssss," Brian said as he turned and walked out, smiling to himself
and the young boy's antics.

                                           * * * *

"Daniel, the governor's office is on the phone for you."



End Ch 107
To Be Continued

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