Date: Sun, 13 Dec 2009 08:46:30 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons Ch 113

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Author's Note: A special thanks to all who have read the story of Daniel,
Danny and the boys.  A very special thanks to those who have taken the time
to send me their comments, they are very much appreciated.  It is the time
of year when family must take priority, so this will most likely be the
final posting for this year.  However, the writing will continue and the
next chapter posted right after New Year's.  When we return, we will learn
about tzoupax.  From me to you: Best Wishes for a happy and safe holiday.



Chapter One-hundred Thirteen: New Horizons


Daniel and Michael jumped at the harsh sounding knocking on their door.

"Hey, you two!"

Daniel recognized his father's voice.

"You plan on sleeping all day?  Most of the boys are up and breakfast will
be served in twenty minutes."

"Okay, Dad," Daniel managed to call out through the haze encompassing his
mind.  "We're coming."

"Careful how you say that," Michael told him, laughing.

"Great, now my partner's giving me a hard time and I haven't even had my
coffee," Daniel grumbled.

"I don't think it's the lack of coffee causing the problem," Michael
responded.  "I think it was more the noise from the other side of the wall
and the mood it put us in."

"Us?  As I recall it was you that went into a lust filled craze and was all
over me for about half the night.  You take some kind of aphrodisiac after
dinner yesterday?" Daniel teased.

"The only encouragement I had was the noise coming through that wall.  They
must have had an orgy going on until well past midnight.  The flesh on
flesh slapping sounds and I know I heard at least two different voices
crying out, 'fuck me, fuck me'; not to mention, 'harder, harder' . . . ."
Michael said, mimicking the boys' cries.

"Yeah, and you decided to honor the requests using my butt," Daniel
interrupted and the two men burst into laughter.

Daniel and Michael walked out of their room, totally naked.  As they
stepped into the hall Mark and Kevin came out of the adjoining room,
followed by Brad and Patrick.  Daniel and Michael stopped and, placing
their hands on their hips, glared at the four young men that had kept them
up a good portion of the night.  Mark looked back at Daniel and Michael,
confused.

"What?" Mark asked, holding his hands out.

"Harder, harder," Michael mocked as he and Daniel broke into laughter and
headed towards the showers, leaving four very red-faced young men.

                                           * * * *

Dr. Thompson, the governor, Amos, Ron, Grandpa, Mark and other staff
members, joined by three of the policemen who had brought yesterday's
dinner, sat at a table enjoying breakfast.  Daniel and Michael were walking
among the boys and talking with some of them.  Both men were concerned
whether the boys were doing okay after the big Thanksgiving dinner they had
enjoyed.

Like most boys, many of them had over indulged and kept Michael busy early
in the evening handling numerous belly aches.  The boys had shown the
normal ability to make miraculous recoveries, particularly after a good
dose of Castor Oil, and all appetites seemed to be up to normal for
breakfast.  In addition to the Thanksgiving feast, the volunteers had
brought in a large supply of eggs, bacon and muffins for the boys to enjoy
at breakfast.

"Kids," Michael began as he sat at the table.  "Their stomachs and their
constitutions have to be made of cast iron.  Some of those boys swore to me
last night that they were dying because of the stomach cramps.  This
morning they're shoveling in the food and talking about the great meal they
had yesterday and how good they feel today."

"Dr. Mike," Brad spoke up, "if I thought you were coming at me with another
bottle of that stuff you were handing out last night, I'd smile and tell
you I felt great, even if I knew I was dyin'.  You can bet that after the
first two or three doses, every kid in here knew how bad that stuff tasted.
The big joke with 'em last night was who was goin' to have somebody sittin'
on their lap while they both sat on the throne.  Seems that stuff didn't
leave 'em with much control."

All of the adult men broke into laughter picturing the boys making a bee
line for the bathroom when the castor oil took effect.

"What's so funny?" Daniel asked as he joined the group and they explained
the joke about the castor oil.

"Don't worry, Michael.  The boys'll forgive you," Daniel teased his friend.

"By the way, and I don't think I can say this enough, gentlemen," Daniel
spoke to the remaining volunteers. "We are very grateful for all you and
your friends did for the boys yesterday."

"It was our pleasure, Mr. Thompson," one of the men answered.  "The looks
on their faces was more reward than we had hoped for.  These boys made our
holiday."

"Daniel."  Grandpa set his fork down and folded his hands together, looking
directly at Daniel.  "If you don't mind, after the boys have their
breakfast, your father and I would like to talk to the four boys from South
America.  I've had some experience down there and can tell you that, from
what I know, what you've been told about the tribe or peoples they come
from is true.  Actually, they are a protected people.  Your father had been
doing additional research on them.  After we talk with them, we think we
can share a lot more with you."

Daniel looked at the governor and then Ron and Amos.  He wasn't sure what
to think about the boys.  He was sure that he didn't like the idea of them
being slaves, whether in Florida, the United States, or another country.
However, he trusted his father and Grandpa.

"If you can help me make sense out of all this, I would appreciate it.  I'm
sure you can appreciate the fact that I'm not happy with the idea of them
being slaves.  Dad has already given me a little lecture about being a
little more open minded, but I'm having a hard time being open minded about
boys being slaves."  Daniel looked up and recognized the look his father
was giving him.  "Before I get on my soap box, I'll stop."

"Too late," Dr. Thompson said, teasing his son.

The group continued with their breakfast, engaging in small talk and
watching the boys.  There was no doubt that the boys had quickly accepted
the fact that they were free.  A difference in the tension levels, or lack
of tension, was apparent.  The number of smiles and amount of laughter was
also noticeable.  Something that hadn't changed was the four boys from
South America continued to sequester themselves from the other boys.

The routine wasn't much different than at Ft. Ogden.  Boys still had to
pull duty to help take care of things.  Mixed teams of boys from Ft. Ogden
and new boys were used for KP duty and cleaning.  The boys did what was
required of them and never stopped talking or joking around.

While Dr. Thompson was eating, he suddenly felt something on his shoulder
and a weight leaning against his side.  A quick glance told him that Calvin
had found him.

"Good morning, young man.  Are you feeling alright this morning?"

"Yes, sir," the boy answered, barely above a whisper.

"Are you sore?" Dr. Thompson asked.

"Just a little.  It's kinda like Dr. Mike said it'd be."

Calvin stood there for a moment, quiet.  Dr. Thompson wrapped an arm around
the boy's small waist; he could tell something was on the boy's mind.

"Ummmm . . . are you leavin' today?" Calvin asked.

"No, I hadn't planned on leaving until all of you leave to go to Ft. Ogden.
Why?"

Calvin just shrugged his shoulders in reply and didn't say anything.  The
look in his eyes told everyone that he was pleased with the answer.

"I tell you what," Dr. Thompson continued.  "There are some things I need
to do this morning.  Why don't you go play with the other boys and then,
maybe this afternoon, you and I can get together and find something just
for the two of us.  How's that?"

Calvin looked at Dr. Thompson and smiled.  He gave the man a big hug and
ran off.

"Dad, I think you have been tagged for hero worship."

"Yeah, much like the little one standing next to you has done to you."

Daniel turned to see Danny standing next to him.  He reached out and lifted
the small boy onto his lap.  Danny was happy.

                                           * * * *

Daniel, the governor, Ron and Amos adjourned to the small office Daniel had
set up at the temporary facility.  Grandpa and Dr. Thompson were talking
with the boys.

"Governor, is someone going to tell me why we needed to bring the twins
down from Ft.  Ogden?  I've been working on blind faith up to this point,
and when our guests arrive later this morning, I'd like to have some idea
of what's going on."

Daniel was a little perturbed that he was being asked to do so many things
with the boys based on blind faith.  He also felt that he was being given
less than the full amount of information that was actually available at
this point in time.  The governor looked at Ron Wilson and then back to
Daniel, knowing he had been less than totally candid.

"Daniel, we can only tell you what we believe to be fact and then
speculate.  As you know, your father has been doing extensive research on
this group of Indians that are supposedly direct descendants of the Mayan
and Aztec peoples.  We do know that they are an Indian culture, an ancient
people, and their existence and privacy is highly guarded.  Are they truly
Mayan and Aztec?  That's part of the speculative data.

"As far as the twins you have at Ft. Ogden, there's a lot of speculation
there.  A few years ago a set of twins was kidnapped.  Large rewards were
put up for their return.  Of course, there was speculation that a ransom
would be demanded, but that never happened.  It was your father that
suggested the twins might be the missing boys.  I'll let him explain all
the details and why he thinks that.  The plan is to test their DNA against
the boys you have here.  Our specialists tell us that if they are the same
boys, there should be a DNA link if what we are told about the culture is
true.  There are other factors, but, as I said, I'll let your father
explain that part.  He's much more knowledgeable."

The governor stopped talking.  Daniel didn't say anything; he sat back in
his chair and thought.  He had noticed a similarity between these older
boys and the twins, but had not given it much thought beyond that; just a
coincidental similarity.  His chain of thought was interrupted when Grandpa
and Dr. Thompson walked in.

"Gentlemen," Dr. Thompson began, "we know that everyone is looking for an
explanation of the four boys.  After speaking with the boys, we believe we
can offer answers to some of your questions.  Other questions will have to
remain until the representatives of the boys' peoples arrive.  This is all
somewhat complicated, but we'll try.

"First, we need to just accept that there is a group of Indians in South
America that is thought to be composed of the survivors of the Mayan and
Aztec peoples.  Whether that is true or not, is really not relevant to our
discussion today.  However, we can tell you that we know there are strong
similarities in their social, political and religious beliefs with the
ancient Mayan and Aztec tribes.  Today, we will simply acknowledge that
these people do exist.  Combining what we learned before coming here with
what we just heard from the boys, maybe we can explain some of the mystery.

"In both of the ancient tribes, and we think in the modern tribe, twins
were rare; very rare.  What we are talking about now, is identical twins
boys.  Females in their culture carried very low rank and there is little
mention of them.  Twin boys were a different story.  They were so rare that
over the course of time, twins were believed to be blessed and a gift of
the gods.  This belief in twins as a gift of the gods became intertwined in
their social and religious beliefs.

"Through a series of events over an unknown period of time, things happened
to make the leaders, their chiefs and high priests, believe that twin boys
were blessed and good luck. They brought good luck and fortune to the
people as a whole, their immediate family, and to the person that cared for
them."

Grandpa Smith interrupted Dr. Thompson.

"These so-called events of good fortune happened often enough and to the
people caring for the twins that the twins received the credit.  For this
kind of belief to become imbedded in a culture, it had to happen many times
over an extended time frame."

Dr. Thompson resumed his talk.

"In time, the boys became to be viewed as a gift to not just the immediate
family, but to the tribe as a whole.  When born, the tribes assumed primary
responsibility for the welfare of the twins and their immediate family.
The leaders seemed to have recognized that the boys could not just be cared
for and allowed to remain ignorant about all things.  If the boys
understood the very nature of things, then they could better act to assist
and benefit the people.  This is where a combination of social mores and
religious doctrine come together; and, possibly, a little superstition.

"The people believe, and the known writings seem to support, that the boys
are born with certain talents or gifts.  One of the boys has the gifts of
good health and the ability to heal others by merely touching them and
sharing themselves.  The other twin has the gift of love; giving love and
affection and teaching others to do the same.  The boys begin training for
the rituals involved with their gifts at a very early age.  All of the
rituals are sexual in nature."

"One of the interesting things we learned today, Daniel," Grandpa Smith
added, again interrupting Dr. Thompson, "Is that one of their beliefs
closely parallels what the boys at New Horizons have been taught.  The
twins are supposed to be gifts from the gods, created in their own image.
Since they are godly gifts created in a godly image, they are considered to
possess a physical and spiritual beauty to be admired and not hidden.  The
people believe that they would bring a curse on their household and the
people as a whole if they did not fully accept and respect the boys as
delivered to them.  Stated another way, these boys have never had any
portion of their bodies covered by clothing since the day they were born.
To clothe them would be a sacrilege.  A curse would fall upon the person,
and their family, that tried to clothe them."

"There's another unusual aspect," Dr. Thompson said, resuming his talk,
"The boys seem to have an almost insatiable appetite to please those they
feel a special bond with.  I'm talking about a sexual appetite."

Daniel felt stunned.  He wasn't sure if it was what he was being told, or
if he was somehow beginning to understand the twins better.  The twins were
known to be sexual maniacs; never able to get enough or give enough of
themselves.  Daniel was having trouble sorting all the questions running
through his mind.  He remembered Evan and his brothers telling him that
they could not keep clothes on the twins and had finally given up, allowing
them to run free all the time.  Daniel couldn't help but wonder if trying
to clothe them had brought a curse on Evan's family.  He knew that wasn't a
logical thought, but what about all this was logical?

"You said they begin training at a very early age," Daniel responded.  "I'm
almost reluctant at this point to ask if they told you what kind of
training."

"Sexual," Grandpa answered without hesitating.  "Those boys learn about
oral sex beginning around age four.  Before they celebrate the end of their
sixth year, they must pass a test.  The youngest twins are trained by a set
of twins a few years their senior.  Those twins in turn are trained by a
set of twins a few years their senior.  The test is for the youngest twins
to perform fellatio on the oldest twins.  They must swallow the entire
member.  They must swallow part of the semen.  The other part they share
with the middle set of twins."

"Grandpa, Dad," Daniel almost stuttered, "I've heard of such things.  When
I did my studies, I read of such things.  Now, you're telling me it's true.
I had always heard that both the Mayan and Aztec cultures were blood
thirsty.  They sacrificed their people, including children, to appease
their gods.  I've read stories about certain sexual customs.  All ancient
cultures have stories about sexual activities and intercourse between
males, young and old.  These boys are now confirming all this?"

"They are, Daniel," Grandpa responded.  "There's more, I'm afraid."

Daniel didn't respond.  He sat there and waited with all the other men in
the room.  Grandpa continued.

"From what I understood the boys to tell us, the custom is to count a
person's age by the summer solstice.  They don't recognize a birth month
like we do.  This past summer solstice was the eighteenth for the two older
boys.  The two younger boys, it was their fifteenth.  The younger twins are
the servants for the older twins.  As servants, part of their job is to
help protect the boys.  Understand that the older boys are considered to be
the equivalent of royalty at a minimum or, now that they are eighteen,
living gods.  The younger twins believe that they failed in their duties.

"The ancient custom for any twins that failed a test was sacrifice.  It was
an elaborate ceremony where the twins were purified, physically and
emotionally, and their hearts cut out and offered to the gods while the
hearts were still beating.  The belief being the gods would accept the
twins' spirit, correct any deficiencies, and then send them back in the
future to serve the people.  That was the honorable sacrifice.  I'll spare
you the details if the twin committed a sacrilege."

"What do the boys think they could . . . ."

Before Daniel could finish asking his question, the men were distracted by
the sound of a van arriving.  Daniel looked out of the window and
recognized the New Horizons van.  Brian and Josh, dressed in the customary
shorts and pullover, exited the van.  The two boys were followed quickly by
the twins.  Daniel smiled to himself.  He couldn't help but think that they
had at least avoided a sacrilege, assuming they were part of the Indian
culture; both boys were naked.  Behind them came Elizabeth's two boys who
were wearing shorts and carrying their shirts.  It was obvious the two boys
didn't want that much clothing.  Daniel was a little surprised to see
Elizabeth driving the van.  Daniel announced to the group that the boys had
arrived.

Daniel wasn't the only one to notice the arrival of the van.  The four
Indian boys had also heard the van and turned to see who had arrived.  When
the twins exited behind Brian and Josh, the two older boys took a few
cautious steps towards the van.  They stopped and stood, watching and
studying intently the new arrivals.  The two boys looked at one another as
if exchanging an unspoken thought.  Bill and John did not notice the Indian
boys watching them from the side.

"Elizabeth?  Boys," Daniel greeted the arrivals.

"Mr. Dan'l," Brian responded.  "We tried to get the twins ta put on some
clothes, but you know how they are."

"That's okay, Brian." Daniel answered as he turned to escort Elizabeth
inside.  "Let's all go inside and let the governor know the boys are here.
Then, if you boys would like something to drink or a snack, you can go over
to the mess hall.  They're keeping fruit and things out for the boys to
snack on just like back home."

Bill and John each took the hand of an older boy.  Bill held on tightly to
Josh's hand, while John kept a firm grip on Brian's.  The boys entered the
office and the twins immediately shrank against their big brothers.  While
they knew Grandpa and had seen Dr. Thompson previously, there were three
strangers in the room.

"Elizabeth, I wasn't aware that you were coming back," David commented.

"The governor's office called and said if I wanted the inside track on a
human interest story, that I should come down.  I didn't have anyone to
watch the boys, and I didn't think . . ."

"Of course not.  They're welcome at any time.  I was a little surprised to
see you driving."

"Oh, well Paul said to tell you they had their hands a little full at the
moment.  Seems some of the boys over indulged at yesterday's dinner and
were paying the price last night and this morning."

"Governor," Daniel began the introduction, "These are the twins, Bill and
John, as we call them, with their big brothers, Brian and Josh."

"Boys," the governor stated as soothingly as he could.  "Please, step
forward.  No one here will hurt you."

The boys took two steps towards the governor, but only because Brian and
Josh had a hand planted between the boys' shoulder blades, pushing them.
When the boys kept their faces pointed towards the floor, the governor
placed a finger below each boy's chin and lifted his head.

"Remarkable," the governor commented.  "They are identical twins.  I don't
see how you tell them apart."

"Half the time we don't.  Brian and Josh have helped take care of the boys
for around four or five years, now, and can separate them better than
anyone."

"Boys," Grandpa interrupted.  "Are you going to say hello to Grandpa?"

When the boys turned towards Grandpa, they smiled.  He wrapped an arm
around each boy's shoulders and gave them a hug.  Daniel smiled to himself
when he saw Grandpa's hands slide down the boys' backs and pat each of them
on their bubble butts.  As Grandpa talked to the boys for a moment, the
sound of additional vehicles arriving was heard.  Dr. Thompson looked out
the window.

"It looks as though our guests have arrived," he told the group.

"Brian, suppose you and Josh take the twins to the mess hall for a quick
snack.  Keep them with you," Daniel told them.

Brian and Josh looked at one another and then back to Daniel.  They nodded
their heads to acknowledge their understanding of his message.

Everyone looked outside and watched two big SUV's with darkened windows
park.  When the doors opened on the first SUV, several men exited.  All
were dressed in black and appeared to be body-guard types.  Three men took
up positions on the periphery, while three others opened doors to the
second SUV.  Daniel looked to the side and noticed that a number of boys
were also watching the new arrivals.

One of the men that exited the front seat of the second SUV was dressed in
a dark suit and sport shirt, no tie.  Another man dressed similarly joined
him.  From the back of the second SUV two men exited.  It was these men
that had Daniel's attention.  The men wore large capes that looked as
though they were made of the feathers of exotic birds.  The capes extended
down almost to the men's ankles.  Both men also wore a turban styled hat.
Small plume-type feathers stood at the front of the head covering and
appeared to be secured with a jeweled broach-type of pin.  Daniel could not
tell what type of clothing the men wore under their capes.  Something that
did strike him was the uncanny similarity to the garments he had seen in
the picture that inspired the Cherub outfits.

"Elizabeth," Grandpa interrupted the quiet observations.  "Do you remember
what I said about the gentlemen coming today and how their culture regarded
women?"

"I remember, Grandpa.  As much as I would love to stay and hear what this
is all about, I'll sequester myself in the adjoining room . . . .and
eavesdrop."

As Elizabeth started for the door, the men started towards the outside door
to meet their guests.  When the men stepped outside, they noticed the four
Indian boys were approaching the group.  The men stopped to observe what
was going to happen.  The boys stood tall with their shoulders back.  They
held their heads so they did not appear to be looking down, but straight
towards whatever was in front of them.  Their steps were deliberate, not
rushed, not overly long, almost regal.  The two collared boys walked side
by side, followed by the other two boys who maintained about a two step
distance behind the other two boys.

The two men wearing the capes took a few more steps forward and stopped.
The other men accompanying them stayed two steps back and formed a
semi-circle around the two men.  Their faces showed no emotions; they were
stoic, as they watched the four boys approach.

When the boys reached a point about three steps in front of the two caped
men, the collared boys dropped to the ground.  The two boys were a foot
apart.  Their knees that were to the outside touched the ground.  The boys
dropped their hands and arms to their sides, keeping them aligned with
their torso.  Leaning forward at the waist, they bowed their heads.

The other two boys, being the younger twins, maintained their distance
behind the collared boys and assumed a position behind and to the sides of
the collared boys.  The younger boys dropped to both knees, sat back on
their ankles and bent forward until their foreheads touched the ground.
The two boys extended their arms straight in front of their bodies with
palms touching the ground, wrists crossed.

Daniel, the governor, and the rest of the men quietly observed the boys'
actions.  There could be no doubt that there was some connection between
the boys and the caped men.  The caped men spoke to the boys but their
voices were kept so low, that no one could hear what was being said.
Daniel did hear enough to realize that the men were not speaking in English
or Spanish.

One of the men said something to the boys and the two collared boys raised
their heads.  The other two boys remained semi-prostrate on the ground.
The man who was talking placed the tips of his fingers of one hand under
each boy's chin.  He then bent down and kissed each boy on the forehead.

"Daniel," Dr. Thompson said quietly to his son and the men surrounding
them.  "Do you see how the two boys are almost prostrate with arms extended
and wrists crossed?  In my research I read where that is a sign of
submission and surrender.  The boys are expecting to be taken as prisoners
or are confessing to a wrong for which they are submitting themselves for
punishment."

Accompanied by a gentleman in a suit, one of the caped men approached
Daniel and his group.  The two men stopped four steps in front of Daniel
and his group, with the gentleman in the suit taking one additional step
forward.

"Gentlemen, may I please introduce myself.  I am Arturo de y Garcia.  It is
my privilege to represent my country in the great America."

Individually, the men comprising Daniel's group stepped forward and
introduced themselves.  When formal introductions were complete, Mr. Garcia
stepped to the side to introduce his companion.

"Gentlemen, I have the honor, and the privilege, to introduce to you His
Excellency, the High Chief Monteczoma."

                                           * * * *

"Anybody know who those men are that just went inside?"

TJ looked to his side.  One of the new boys had just asked the question.

"Not really sure," TJ answered. "Grandpa said some men were coming about
those four boys that are kneeling over there.  He said they'd been
kidnapped from their homeland which is somewhere in South America."

"You see the capes they're wearin'?"  The new boy continued.  "Looks like
some kinda feathers.  And those four boys are still kneelin' on the ground.
Reckon that's their masters?"

"Don't know," Evan interrupted.  "But, Mr. Dan'l don't allow slaves and
masters around.  Sure seems strange though."

TJ and Evan turned to look at the new boy talking to them.  When they
turned, they saw there were another half dozen or so boys standing behind
them.

"Hey, I'm TJ and this is Evan."

"Hey, I'm Trey.  I seen you come in with the man in the wheelchair.  You
were wearin' those loin cloth things.  That old man your Grandpa you were
talkin' 'bout?"

"Grandpa's kinda like Grandpa for all of us.  It's just that, well, we
kinda got a special thing with 'im.  Me and Evan think he's pretty special
and he treats us the same way."

"You said somethin' 'special'.  You mean he's . . . ."

"I mean that Grandpa is a real special guy and all of us protect 'im.  Not
like he really needs us to.  He's just a real nice guy who doesn't judge us
and encourages us to enjoy ourselves."

Trey looked down and shuffled his feet, nervously.  He didn't mean to
insult anyone or want to be the cause of any trouble.  However, he was
curious.

"You said he's special.  Ummmm, and I don't mean nothin' bad 'bout it, but
. . . . I mean . . . . . does he make ya have sex with 'im and all?  I
mean, ain't that like kinda bein' like a sex slave or somethin'?"

"You make Grandpa sound like someone's bad, like a perv or somethin'.
Grandpa's special and he makes us feel special.  We have sex with 'im, but
it's really him that's makin' us feel good, not the other way around."  TJ
looked at Trey a moment, and then added,

"Guess where they had you it wasn't nothin' like that.  Believe it or not
there are some people around that like to show a boy how to enjoy things.
Grandpa's one of 'em.  He's got some real special talents."

"I didn't mean nothin' bad . . . . honest.  It's just that, well, where
they had us, we was always told we was trash and just good for a good fuck
or blow job.  We were supposed ta make sure the man enjoyed himself, no
matter how much it hurt us or what they done to us.  I've never seen
anything like what you're talkin' about."

"Well, stick around.  When we get back to Ft. Ogden, you won't believe some
of the stuff we do for fun.  You like playin' sex games?"

"I used ta.  I got caught playin' with myself one time and they beat the
shit outta me.  I been wantin' ta have a good jack since we been here, but
I wasn't sure if . . . . you know, if we could do that."

"The rules at New Horizon are simple.  You can do anything you want but you
can't force anybody to do anything, nobody is to get hurt, and hands off
the little guys.  You break any of those rules, and not just Mr. Dan'l, but
the rest of the guys will make you pay.  Now, how'd ya like to hear about
some of the fun stuff, like orgies and all?"

Trey walked off with TJ and Evan.  They were followed by a half dozen or so
other boys that had been listening, and wanted to listen some more.  The
boys followed along the front of the building and then turned down the side
of the building.  They spotted a separate building around back that looked
like an over-sized garage.  No one said anything, they didn't need to.  The
boys instinctively headed for the far side of the garage, seeking privacy.

"Ya'll really get ta do orgies?" one of the boys in the following group
asked.  "Who do ya have ta do 'em with?"

"Dim wit," Trey responded, "Did'n ya hear?  Haven't ya heard anything they
been sayin' since they brought all of us here?  We're not goin' to another
whore house.  We're free now and gonna live at the place called New
Horizons."

"I don't believe it," the new boy responded, with a hint of anger.  "Ain't
nobody just gonna take us without makin' us earn our keep."

"Oh, you'll have ta help earn your keep, as you say," TJ told them, and
added,

"And don't let Mr. Dan'l hear ya callin' anybody dim wit or any other names
like that.  If he does, you're liable to wind up with extra KP or somethin'
else ya don't like."

"See!" the boy taunted Trey.

"They make us do all kinds of things," TJ continued, ignoring the boy's
taunt.  "We have ta go to school and take tests like all other kids.  We
all have to share in work, like keepin' the barracks clean, sometimes you
get latrine duty . . . ."

"Latrine duty!" the boy interrupted again.  "You mean ya get ta be a toilet
for 'em; havin' ta drink their piss and all?"

"If you're into that sort of stuff, it might be arranged," Evan piped in.
"Latrine duty for us means wiping out the bowls and sinks, dryin' the
shower walls and makin' sure there's a full supply of towels on the
shelves.  Course, if there's been a jack-off party the night before, you
might have to clean a little harder than other times."

The boys looked at Evan, some still in shock, others laughing and hoping he
was telling the truth.

"Do ya have ta wait till night time ta jack-off?" another boy asked,
causing TJ and Evan to laugh.

"If we did, there'd be a lotta guys runnin' 'round showin' wood most of the
day.  We're teenagers.  We gotta get relief more than just at night.  Wait
till you get there and you'll learn about some special places a lot of us
like ta go during the day.  It's away from the buildings and quiet.
Course, we've been known ta have orgies there, too.  There's a rule that's
just kinda understood.  If ya have KP duty and jack-off during the day, ya
gotta wash your hands before handlin' the food."

The boys again broke into laughter.  Subconsciously, several of the boys
had been playing with themselves while they listened to all the talk.  More
than one boy had teased himself into a state of need.

"Ummmm, you said ya'll like ta play games?  What kinda games?" A boy asked.

"Well," Evan responded, "One game we play sometimes is ta stand in a line.
We all jack ourselves, or maybe the guy next to ya, and see who can shoot
the farthest.  When everbody's shot, we look ta see who had the shortest
shot, he loses.  The loser has ta lick the other guys clean."

Evan smiled at the boys.  All the boys grinned at each other; each boy had
a mischievous look in his eyes.  Without another word, one of the boys used
his toe to draw a line in the sand.

"Wait.  We can't," one of the boys spoke up.  "Mr. Daniel said we couldn't
exchange body fluids till the tests come back."

The boys looked at one another, ready to panic at the thought of not being
able to masturbate.

"That's okay," TJ offered.  "Instead of the loser lickin' the rest of us
clean, he has ta kiss everybody's butt."

The boys smiled again and lined up; the contest was on.


End Ch 113
To Be Continued

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