Date: Fri, 4 May 2007 16:41:20 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons  Chapter Forty-Seven

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Chapter Forty-Seven: New Horizons


The five boys pulled weeds from the planting beds in front of the privacy
wall.  Their fathers had retired to the back patio with Arthur leaving the
boys to experience the cruelty of passers-by.  Initially, the boys worked
in silence; no one knew what to say.  Jeremy was accustomed to being alone
and working in silence next to other boys.  Slaves were not allowed to talk
to one another when working and he was still in his slave trained
mentality.  The work wasn't particularly hard, but it was hot and dirty.
Sweat was absorbed by the diapers they wore, making them uncomfortable.  To
make things more unpleasant, the boys had to endure the insults and taunts
not only from passers-by, but from kids they knew; kids who were supposed
to be their friends.

"Ted," John spoke to his brother almost in a whisper, "I gotta go.  What do
I do?"

Ted looked at his brother and knew he had to make a decision.  Ted had
hoped this problem would not be left up to him to decide, but it was his
responsibility.  He thought for a few moments, knowing what the answer had
to be.

"You just go, John.  Remember, we said we was going to do just like Jeremy
has to so we could understand what he goes through.  The only difference is
that Jeremy knows he has to wear the diaper because he doesn't have control
of his body.  We have to do the same as him.  So, just go."

"Ted!"  John was shocked. "I can't just go and mess in this diaper!
Besides, where do I go to do it?"

"If it was Jeremy knowin' he was goin' to go, he wouldn't have a choice.
He'd just go where he was and had to endure the embarrassment.  I imagine
that before this day is over, all of us will know that kind of
embarrassment ^Ö we deserve it.  So, just close your eyes and do it;
imagine bein' in the woods on a campin' trip and squatting.  If you think
this part is embarrassing, what about when the time comes to be naked in
front of Ms.  Linda?"

"Uh-uh!  No way!  No way am I gonna shit or piss in a diaper!"  Derek
exclaimed.  The other boys just stood there looking at him.

"Derek!  Stop bein' such an ass!"  Ted exclaimed.  "You're just as guilty
as the rest of us and after this morning, prob'bly more."  Derek returned
an incredulous stare.

"You heard Mr. Arthur when he talked about what all Jeremy's had to go
through.  I bet he's got more guts in his little finger than most boys do
in their whole body.  Do you think you could take being abused like him and
make it?  I doubt it!"  Ted stated his feelings very matter-of-factly,
leaving no doubt that he admired Jeremy for just surviving.

"Fuck you, Ted!  Hell, I bet that . . ."  Nathan spoke up to interrupt
Derek's ranting.

"Derek, you got no idea what your talkin'about.  You think you got in
trouble with your old man earlier, you better hope he can't hear you now.
How come you think you're so damn good?  Jeremy didn't do nothin' wrong.
He just came home one day and got taken away.  Me?  I'm hopin' he'll talk
to us later and tell us what it was like.  More than that, I'm hopin' it
never happens to me."

Jeremy watched the boys argue and never said anything.  He was trained to
not speak unless spoken to and never, ever, talk about a free man, or boy.
When Nathan finished speaking, Derek just stared at him until John gave Ted
a look that broadcast discomfort.  Ted gave his younger brother a smile and
patted him on the shoulder.  The boys returned to their work.

While the boys continued their work, their fathers appeared with pitchers
of ice water and lemonade.  It didn't take the men long to realize what had
happened with the boys.  John and Nathan were both about to lose their
diapers.  The extra weight was pulling them down and the boys didn't have
hips large enough to help keep their diapers up.  Both fathers gave their
sons a knowing smile and a pat on the shoulder to let them know they were
doing well.  The boys and the men could hear Derek passing gas.  When his
father looked at him Derek began to complain.

"Dad, I gotta go!  Can't I go inside?"  Derek whined.

"No, you may not go inside.  You'll do the same as the other boys have done
and use the diaper you're wearing."  His father responded with no hint of
sympathy.  "That's the only way you are going to learn to appreciate what
Jeremy has been through.  What's more, I've decided to implement a
variation of the old NEWDD program for you.  You need to learn a little
humility and how to have respect for others."

"What's that?  What do you mean, a variation of the NEWDD program?"  Derek
couldn't believe what he was hearing.

"Derek, you heard Mr. Arthur describe it earlier.  Fortunately for you,
there won't be any mandatory public punishments.  Actually, if there was, I
think you'd have a better appreciation of what Jeremy has suffered."
Derek's father continued in an even, controlled voice.  "You will be nude,
in public and in private, for the next week.  You will work in the house
and yards, nude.  You will not be allowed to watch television, use the
computer, call friends, or anything else that a household slave would not
normally do."

"Dad!  You can't do that!"  Derek screamed at his father.

"Keep it up, son, and I'll make it two weeks.  By the way, you'll spend the
first three days here, with Jeremy.  The big difference is that you'll be
taking care of him."

Derek could not believe what he was hearing.  How could his own father make
him go nude, everywhere?  Worse, how could his father make him a servant to
a slave!  No way was Derek going to go along with this.

"Derek, I'm telling you right now, in front of Mr. Arthur, these boys, and
their fathers, that if you don't do as you're told, Mr. Arthur has my
permission to administer whatever punishment he deems proper to make sure
you tow the line.  Give him enough trouble that he has to call me, and you
won't want to know the consequences."

Derek, tears running down his face, watched as his father turned and walked
off.  He could not believe his own father would do this, much less
embarrass and humiliate him in front of the other boys as he had just done.
Before the other fathers followed, they let their sons know they would be
staying with Jeremy all weekend.  The boys acknowledged with a nod and
didn't say anything.

When the boys finished weeding the beds they turned to Jeremy for
direction.  What did he normally do now?  Jeremy motioned for the boys to
follow him around back where they entered the guesthouse.  All the boys
groaned their discomfort at the feelings and smell of a soiled diaper.
They all exclaimed how disgusted they were when they realized how dirty
they were. Jeremy removed his diaper and placed it in a lined receptacle.
The other boys did the same.  Jeremy led the boys outside where he
retrieved a garden hose and the boys cleaned themselves.  While they were
cleaning up, Linda appeared from around the corner.

"Boys, lunch is ready.  Everybody hungry?"  The boys couldn't move fast
enough to try and cover themselves.  All the boys blushed, except Jeremy
who tried to hide a smile when he watched the boys' reaction.  Jeremy had
been naked for two years, it was normal for him.  Before following Linda,
Ted spoke up.

"Jeremy, you know you haven't said one word all morning.  Why?"  Jeremy
looked first at Ted and then to the ground before speaking.

"I'm sorry.  I didn't mean to be rude.  For me, I was allowed to speak only
when answering a question.  If I spoke without permission, I was beaten."

"Beaten?" Nathan asked.  "Just for speaking?  How?  With what?"

Jeremy looked at Nathan.  He knew the visitor did not understand and could
not know the harsh memories his questions brought back.  Jeremy stood,
fighting back the tears he felt welling inside him.  Ted saw what was
happening and waved Nathan away.  He stepped up to Jeremy, gave him a smile
and placed an arm around his shoulders as they walked towards their
fathers.

Linda sat with the boys.  Initially, she had planned on staying inside so
the boys didn't get embarrassed.  She knew that two of them were not
accustomed to having anyone, including their own parents, see them naked.
The men asked her to stay outside just as she normally would.  When the
boys approached the table they quickly took seats, thankful for the bit of
cover provided by the table.  Of course, that was short lived as each boy
had to serve himself, and his father, from the buffet table.  Ted served
Linda without a hint of embarrassment for his nudity.

During lunch, Ted deliberately asked Arthur questions about Jeremy.  He
wasn't being nosy, although he was curious, but these questions had more to
do with what Jeremy could or could not do.  Ted was really curious about
what Jeremy had experienced and wanted the boy to know it was alright to
speak his mind.

"Normally, after lunch," Linda began, "Jeremy will spend some time working
on reading.  Most people don't realize that reading is a skill.  We do it
every day, so we don't think about it.  Jeremy was not allowed to look at
books or newspapers, not even the comics section.  Because he didn't use
the skill, part of it slipped away and he's working to improve himself.
The same thing goes for his writing."  Linda paused for a moment to
determine if the boys understood what she was telling them.  Their
expressions told her they were thinking about what she said.  Then she
continued.

"We ask him to spend at least an hour on his reading and the same amount of
time on his writing.  At first, he had some trouble but it's all coming
back to him now.  When that's done, he chooses what he wants to do.  Late
in the afternoon, he and Mr. Arthur spend time together talking and playing
in the pool.  Of course, like most children, he's expected to keep his
bedroom picked up.  His room, his responsibility."

Jeremy watched Linda as she spoke with the boys.  There were two things he
did right after lunch that she did not tell them.  Jeremy wasn't sure why
she didn't tell them until Linda spoke to him.

"Jeremy, if I've left any thing out I'll leave it up to you to tell the
boys."  Jeremy looked first at Linda and then the boys.  He wasn't sure
whether or not he should tell them.  Arthur saw the uncertainty on the
boy's face and decided to help him.

"Remember, Jeremy, earlier the boys said they wanted to know what it's like
for you.  That means the good and the not so good.  It is up to you,
however."

"After lunch and before I study, I do exercises.  Dr. Mike said I needed to
do them twice a day or more so my muscles get fixed.  I have to test how
strong they are, too.  When my muscles are fixed, I won't have to wear a
diaper no more."  As he spoke, Jeremy's head slowly moved down to hide his
embarrassment.

Ted realized how hard this was for Jeremy and attempted to show his
support.  "Jeremy, can I exercise with you?  I can help with your studies,
too."  Two of the other boys quickly responded with their own offers.

Derek's father watched him, wondering where he and his wife had failed.
How could his son be so selfish?

The men continued to sit on the patio discussing the current situation with
boys being enslaved for parental debt.  What began as a lesson in life for
their sons had evolved into an informal strategy session to educate the
public and win support for new laws.  The men knew that occasionally,
things do happen beyond an individual's control.  Any one of them could
unknowingly or unwittingly find themselves in an accident where they were
sued.  They knew their sons could wind up just like Jeremy and the thought
made them uncomfortable.

The boys moved around the yard, in and out of the guesthouse.  The only
time their fathers really paid any attention to them was when all the boys
came out of the guesthouse wearing a fresh diaper.  Two of the fathers did
a second take when they saw their sons sitting down outside to read a book.
Ted and Jeremy sat on the ground with one of Jeremy's books opened before
them.  To help Jeremy's efforts in his struggle to achieve normalcy, Linda
had borrowed a third grade reader, among others, from the library.  Linda
normally worked with Jeremy.  Today, Ted was the mentor.  The two boys
talked.  Arthur noticed that Ted was able to draw Jeremy out and was
pleased at the progress the boy appeared to be making towards interacting
with boys his own age.  Again, Derek was the only boy not fully absorbed
with his reading.

Arthur watched the clock as the boys worked.  Normally, Jeremy's
concentration began to wander after about thirty minutes.  Today, the boys
worked for over an hour when Arthur decided it was time for some father-son
activities.  Arthur had explained to the other men the schedule he tried to
keep with Jeremy and their normal activities.  The men followed Arthur into
the guesthouse.  Four men exited the guesthouse; the boys were surprised to
see the men were nude.  Three fathers scooped up their sons who screamed
their joy and surprise as they were carried over and tossed into the pool.

Arthur stayed with Jeremy and waited until they were alone to suggest he
wear the butt plug Dr. Mike had left for him to avoid any embarrassment.
Jeremy retrieved the plug from the guest bedroom and inserted it, exiting
the guesthouse nude, also.  Hurrying to catch up with Arthur and the
others, Jeremy was surprised when Arthur stepped from behind the door,
scooped up the boy he wanted to be his son, and tossed him into the pool.
Jeremy screamed and laughed as loud as the free boys.  The fathers, the
sons, and the wannabees enjoyed spending time together rough housing in the
pool.

Linda had spent all of her time in the house, allowing the men their time.
She enjoyed watching the boys interact during the afternoon and was
particularly pleased to see how well Jeremy and Ted seemed to be getting
along.  She also noticed that John and Nathan were making a good effort to
interact with Jeremy.  Unfortunately, Derek continued to remain distant.
When she saw the men go skinny dipping with the boys, Linda decided it was
time for the ladies to pull a little mischief of their own.

Linda was acquainted with the wives of two of the men.  She placed the
calls and invited them over for a pot luck cook-out.  When she told the
ladies what was happening in her backyard, they couldn't get there fast
enough.  One of the ladies knew the third wife and mother, who was
delighted to share in the mischief.  The fun part began when all of the
ladies stepped out onto the patio as a group.  Initially, the men and boys
were delighted until they watched the ladies enter the guesthouse and
remove all of the men's clothing.  The ladies then proceeded to prepare the
impromptu cookout.

The men didn't worry too much until it was time to exit the pool.  When
they requested a towel and were denied, the ladies thought it would get
interesting.  The first to exit the pool was Jeremy who was accustomed to
being nude around everyone.  Shortly, Ted and John followed with Nathan
behind them. The naked boys stood with their mothers, taunting their
fathers.  As often happens, the boys pushed it a little and didn't realize
they were getting closer and closer to the edge of the pool.  Soon, the
boys were back in the water.  While the ladies watched their surprised
sons, the men climbed out and began chasing the wives.

Jeremy watched, not sure how to react to the scene unfolding before him.
When he realized that everyone was laughing and having a good time he
joined in, helping Arthur chase Linda.  The ladies didn't get thrown in the
pool; after all, not all the food had been prepared and placed on the
tables.  However, the men and boys didn't hesitate to rub against the
ladies to dry themselves off.

                                                                ***

The day began with the intent to have four boys learn to respect others.
The activities of the late afternoon and early evening turned the
activities into more of a fun and friendly type gathering.  The parents did
not lose sight of their original goal and felt it was being reached, just
by way of a different route.  The boys would stay for the entire weekend as
originally planned.  All the boys were pleased, except one ^Ö Derek.

The adults understood the boys would interact more freely if they thought
the adults were out of ear shot.  Arthur and Linda decided to let the boys
use the guesthouse.  No special sleeping arrangements were considered; let
the boys work it out for themselves.  Of course, Arthur did have a little
trick up his sleeve.  Before leaving the boys for the evening, each father
had a word with his son.

Arthur took Jeremy to the sitting area beside the guesthouse for a quick
talk.  He sat and placing a hand on each side of Jeremy's hips, spoke with
the boy.

"Jeremy, you're doing fine, son.  Do you like having the other boys here to
spend time with you?"

Jeremy looked to the side and down; again, slave training.  "They all seem
nice, especially Ted and John.  Mr. Arthur, why does Derek hate me so
much?"

"Jeremy, I'm not sure.  He does seem to have a bit of a chip on his
shoulder though.  I you have the chance, why don't you ask him?  You know
his father is very disappointed with him, and worried."  Jeremy just
nodded, so Arthur continued.

"Jeremy, we want these boys to understand what it is that you had to
endure.  If they understand and oppose boys being treated like that,
hopefully they will tell their friends who will tell their parents.  We
want to get these laws changed so no boy has to endure what you have.  Do
you understand?"  Jeremy began to tear up, but nodded.

"Jeremy, I'm not going to tell you that you have to answer all their
questions or tell them everything you went through, but if you can share
part of it, it will be a big help."

Arthur saw the tears in the boy's eyes and with a little pressure from his
fingers on the boy's cheeks, the boy stepped into the man's arms.  When the
arms surrounded him, he knew he was secure and somebody really cared.

After letting their sons know it was time to go home, the fathers departed
and the boys headed to the guesthouse.  Arthur let the boys know that Linda
would bring them a snack later and there were drinks in the small fridge.
He also told them that if they needed something there was an intercom
system and by pressing a button a tone would sound in the house so he or
Linda could answer them.  What Arthur didn't let the boys know was that he
had set the intercom system to 'monitor', much as a parent might do to a
nursery to listen for any troubles the baby might be having.  The intercom
inside the house was set for 'mute'.

"Arthur," Linda began, "I almost feel guilty for listening in on the boys
like this.  Do you think this is really necessary?  If Jeremy discovers
what we've done, he may never trust us."

"Honey, I understand." Arthur responded, "but somehow we need to find out
what Jeremy has been through and how he's handling the situation.  I don't
want to risk losing his trust any more than you do; I just don't know any
other way right now.  We'll do what we agreed on.  Whatever we hear about
the other boys, unless it's life threatening, stays here.  We don't need
those boys thinking they can't trust us either."

                                                                ***

"Jeremy, can I ask you somethin'?"  Ted spoke quietly.  Jeremy waited,
neither nodding nor shaking his head.  "What was it like?  I mean when they
took you away, what happened?"  Jeremy looked away, to someplace far off.
He shrugged his shoulders and answered.

"I don't know if I can explain it.  I came home one day from school and
there was some strange cars sitting in the driveway and out front; one was
a truck, like a delivery truck.  I guess that's what it really turned out
to be too.  Thing is, I didn't know then that what it was deliverin' was
me.  When I went in the house, soon as I opened the door, my mom started
yellin' for me to run.  They surprised me, I didn't know what to do or
understand what was happpenin'.  Two men grabbed me while two more held my
mom, keepin' her from getting to me."

"When the men grabbed me I tried to run, but it was too late.  I was only
ten and they was grown men, big men.  They didn't care if they hurt me
neither.  They pulled my hands behind my back and one of 'em held me like
that, squeezin' my wrists till I cried 'cause it hurt so bad.  The other
one was puttin' somethin' around my ankles.  Later, I knew it was cuffs
with a chain just long enough to let me walk in short steps."

"When I cried because I was so scared and they were hurtin' me, somebody
grabbed the top of my head and my chin and pulled my mouth open while
another man stuffed somethin' in my mouth.  After that I couldn't say
anythin'; I couldn't hardly make any sound.  The only sound I heard was my
momma cryin'.  I'll never for get that sound of her cryin', it was the last
sound I heard from her.  I heard it all the way out to that truck."

Jeremy had tears in his eyes and tears ran down his cheeks.  The tears ran
but he didn't cry, he had learned a long time ago that crying didn't help
anything.  The boys waited to see if he would continue.  Jeremy stared into
nothingness; then he continued.

"When they hauled me out of the truck we were inside a building.  It was
mostly dark and quiet like nobody else was there.  I was still crying
because I was so scared.  When we went through some big doors everything
changed.  It was bright, and white.  They half pulled and half carried me
down this hall and then pushed me into a room.  There wasn't anything in
the room except a light in the ceiling.  After a while a man and a lady
came in and told me to strip.  I tried backing away from them and looked
for someplace to run; there wasn't anywhere to go.  The man grabbed me and
said I could do what they said and make it easy or I could make it hard.
If I wanted to make it hard they were going to take my clothes, then whip
me.  He pulled out a whip that was kinda short and had several pieces of
leather or somethin' on it and slapped it against his leg.  When I heard
the sound it made, I jumped.  I don't think I'd ever been so scared. I
undressed and they left me there, naked.  I haven't hardly worn any clothes
since then."

"The next thing I remembered was somebody pokin' me and tellin' me to get
up.  I had to go to the bathroom real bad and told them.  He hit me and
told me I'd go when they said I could go.  Before long, they took me to the
bathroom where they also had showers.  There was four or five other boys in
there, too.  I don't remember exactly how many 'cause I was still too
scared to think.  After usin' the toilet with everybody watchin' me, I had
to shower and they took me into another room where they said I was goin' to
get a physical examination.  After that, I was put in another empty room
where I just sat on the floor and tried to figure out what I'd done wrong
and why I was bein' punished."

"I don't know how long I was in that room, but someone came and took me to
this big room where I saw other boys.  When I turned to ask one of the
other boys what was happenin' they hit me across the butt with that whip
and told me to shutup.  I did.  A while later a man took me to a room that
looked like a prison cell.  I heard one of the men say somethin' about my
new owner not wantin' me marked; I'd be chipped.  I didn't know what he was
talkin' about, but I found out later."

"I'd been sold; I was a slave.  I couldn't believe it; I still didn't know
what I'd done wrong.  I begged 'em to let me go.  I kept sayin' how sorry I
was and didn't even know what I was sayin' it for.  This man came and put a
collar around my neck and, after puttin' my hands behind my back, cuffed
'em.  He put a leash on the collar and pulled me outside.  By then I'd
forgotten I was naked and didn't really care.  One thing I'd hoped for,
knew and believed, was my dad would come save me.  I never saw my dad again
after breakfast that mornin', the mornin' of the day they took me.  My mom
neither.  There was nobody to save me.  They told me I'd been sold to a
brothel; I didn't know what that was.  They knew it and told me not to
worry, they'd teach me everything I needed to know.  They did, they taught
me how to pleasure men with sex."

"At first, I tried to fight 'em.  I wouldn't do anything they said.  They'd
hit me with a whip and I just stared at them.  They'd get real mad with me
and I knew I was beatin' 'em.  I'd decided I didn't care what they did.  I
was goin' to defy them until they let me go home.  Then they figured out
how to break me; they starved me.  When I wouldn't learn to suck cock I
went hungry.  They'd bring another boy in front of my cage so I'd have to
watch him suck cock.  When he finished, he got fed.  I was almost too weak
to stand up when I finally let the bastard stick his cock in my mouth.  I
didn't have to make him cum, just hold it there for a few minutes and they
gave me a few bites.  From then on it was suck cock or die of hunger."

"When they thought I was ready they put me on display in a big, fancy room.
I was in a cage hanging from the ceiling.  They had a big party and I
didn't know it at the time, but I was the guest of honor; at least my
cherry was.  They had an auction, high bidder got to be my first.  I was so
stupid I didn't know what was goin' on.  I got educated and broken in
before that night was over."

"Jer," Nathan interrupted, "what's a cherry?"  Jeremy had forgotten there
were boys still around who were just as ignorant as he was when he was
sold.

"A cherry is a butt hole that's never had anythin' stuffed in it.  Where I
was the customers called it a boy's pussy.  It's where a man sticks his
dick to fuck a boy."  Nathan reacted with a look of shock.  He had heard
boys talk about those things but never understood what they meant.

"There was six men biddin' on me.  High bidder was first.  I was tied to
what they called a horse, least my hands were, not my feet.  I never
understood why they called it a horse except it looked like a horse you see
construction people use to saw wood.  It had leather over the top.  They
tied my hands down to two of the legs.  I remember them puttin' somethin'
cold and slick on my hole.  He walked up behind me and played with my hole.
I figured out what he was going to do and tried to scream.  He slapped me
on the butt and just rammed it in me.  I screamed a scream that had to come
from somebody else, somebody that was diein'.  I must've passed out 'cause
all I remember next was people congratulatin' the bastard.  Next high
bidder was second, and so on, until all six had me that night.  When they
finished I was just left tied there.  They continued to play with me and
laugh at me until the party ended.  I was just a piece of meat, a joke, to
them."  Jeremy no longer had tears in his eyes; they were long since dried
up.  He stared and spoke into nothingness.  There was no emotion in his
voice, it was monotone.

"What else can I say?  They made me a boy toy.  I was fucked every way you
can imagine.  Sometimes somebody cared if they hurt me, but mostly I was a
piece of ass to use and abuse and throw away.  There was boys hardly older
than me that I had to service.  They came for their first piece of ass;
they treated me the worst.  I've been called every ugly name there is and
told how much trash I was.  When Mr. Arthur found me, if he hadn't bought
me, I was to be shipped off to recycling.  Do you know what that is?"

Ted and Derek nodded their heads and then explained it to John and Nathan.
Each boy had tears running down his face.  No one knew what to say.  Ted
was beginning to understand why his dad had said they were doing so much
damage.  This boy, younger than him, had gone through more hell than any
free boy could imagine, and Ted and his friends thought it was funny to
ridicule him.  Ted was ashamed of himself and his friends.

Ted reached up and wrapped his arms around Jeremy.  He held the boy close,
and tight.  Running his fingers up and down Jeremy's back, he whispered
over and over again in his ear, "I'm sorry. . . . we didn't mean nothin',
please. . ."  The other boys sat quietly, not knowing what to say,
watching.

                                                                ***

Arthur and Linda heard what Jeremy told the boys.  Linda's tears ran
freely, Arthur was unable to fight back his own.  After Jeremy told the
first part of his story they turned the monitoring system off, but kept an
eye on the guesthouse.  They both knew the boys stayed up quite late
because the lights stayed on in the guesthouse.  The guess was the boys
kept talking, but that needed to remain between them.

When the boys came out of the guesthouse the next morning, both Linda and
Arthur noticed a big change in their demeanor, including Derek's.  The boys
were quieter, more solemn.  They also formed kind of a circle around Jeremy
like they were trying to shield him from something.

While eating their breakfast, the boys acted very reluctant to eat
anything.  When Arthur asked the boys what was wrong, the boys looked at
one another and finally, Ted answered for them.

"Mr. Arthur, we're supposed to be bein' punished for doin' somethin'
stupid, real stupid.  The punishment is supposed to be for us to learn what
it was like for Jeremy and how he feels.  Well, from what he told us last
night, he only got a little kibbles in the mornin' and some more at night
unless somebody brought him something special.  Well, how we gonna learn if
we eat like this?"  Arthur looked at each of the boys who mostly looked
down and sneaked a peak at him occasionally.

"All you boys feel that way?"  The boys nodded.  "Well, you know fellas, I
think maybe you have just taken a good step towards growing up a little
more and, I'm sure your fathers would be very proud of you right now.  Your
demeanor this morning told us that Jeremy shared some of his experiences
with you last night and I'm very proud of him for being able to do that."
As he spoke, Arthur stepped behind Jeremy and draped his hands over the
boy's chest, pulling him back for an inconspicuous hug.

"You're right, Ted.  Jeremy did eat slave chow, or kibbles, when he was in
that brothel, but not anymore.  Jeremy is part of our family and eats the
same as us.  We don't think there will be any harm if you boys do the same.
What your fathers and Ms. Linda and myself want is not to punish you, but
to let you learn about something that we believe is very ugly and very
unfair."  Arthur paused to make sure the boys understood what he was
telling them.

"Boys, we believe that slavery is dehumanizing.  Our current system began
as a method to take criminals that drained society and make them
productive.  Even under those conditions the system took a human being and
made less human.  They became pieces of property to be treated any way the
owner chose.  When the system expanded to include enslaving children,
particularly children who had done no wrong, then society lost something
very valuable.  Society allowed itself to be stripped of its moral values
and its most valuable asset, the children who would be its future.
Enslaving children is wrong.  There can be no excuse for it.  Period!"

"Mr. Arthur?"  John spoke up, "can I ask ya something"?"  Arthur nodded.
"You said Jeremy is part of your family now, but ain't he still a slave?"

"Yes, John, technically he still is.  However, we're hoping that won't be
much longer.  As soon as we can get some technical legal issues worked out,
we hope to end all that.  Right now, we've already filed guardianship
papers for him so he'll be staying here . . .  permanently, as part of our
family."

Arthur had to restrain himself.  He wanted to say more but didn't want to
say more than the young boys could handle or understand.  There was also
Jeremy.  He and Linda had quickly come to care for this boy, but dared not
say anything to raise his hopes too high when their might be the slightest
chance they couldn't make the dream come true.  They already knew one thing
though, they did love this boy.

Jeremy just heard something he hadn't heard before.  He knew what
guardianship papers were; he knew they were given only for a free boy.  The
words 'permanently' and 'family' also registered with him ^Ö loud and
clear.  Could he again allow himself to hope that someone really cared?
Could he again allow his emotions to surface so that he could love someone?

                                                                ***

The boys stayed for the entire weekend.  Arthur and Linda both noticed that
the boys' attitudes seemed to be changing for the better, particularly
Derek's.  The boys worked beside Jeremy as he did his chores.  They also
played beside Jeremy when it was play time and studied when it was study
time.  Each night the boys stayed in the guesthouse.  Arthur and Linda
never turned the monitoring system back on, allowing he boys to have their
privacy and talk about whatever it was young teenage boys talked about.

During the day, and at night, Jeremy noticed Derek would take little sneak
peeks at him.  More than once, Jeremy caught Derek staring at him.  Jeremy
recognized the boy's secret.  When the time was right, Jeremy sat next to
Derek to talk.

"Why don't you just ask me?" Jeremy inquired.

"What?  What are you talkin' about?"  Derek answered.  Trying, but failing,
to sound believable.  Derek began to sweat.

Jeremy looked down and spoke in a very soft voice so no one else could hear
him.  "Have you come out to anybody yet?  Have you told anybody your
secret?"

Derek tried to act like he was insulted and extremely upset.  Jeremy's
continuing stare unnerved the boy till he had to tell the truth.

"Why do you say that?"  Derek answered weakly.

"I was a boy whore.  We learn these things.  I've been watching the way you
look at me.  You don't hate me because I'm still a slave.  You're scared
you'll wind up like me, aren't ya?  That, or maybe you have a little crush
on one of the boys?"

"You", Derek answered meekly, almost whispering. "Ever since I first saw
you, I just . .  . well, I just thought you were beautiful, that's all."
Derek realized what he had just said and began to panic.  "Please!  Jeremy,
please!  I know I haven't been nice to you, but please, don't tell my dad.
He'll kill me!  Please!"  The pleading was not only in Derek's voice, but
in his eyes as the tears began to well up.

Jeremy looked at the panic strickin' boy and understood his problem.  There
was a day when Jeremy panicked at the thought he might now be gay. He knew
that in time he had learned to enjoy both giving and receiving male to male
sex.  In fact, he learned to love being the bottom with a caring man, but
never told anyone for fear of being used by the other slave boys.

"I know.  Believe me, I know." Was all Jeremy said and then placed an arm
around the frightened boy's shoulders.

Jeremy feared what Arthur and Linda might do if they found out.  The two
people who had shown him nothing but compassion and love, emotions he had
dismissed from his life and his being.  Now, they had created another big
problem for him.  He was learning to care, to be loved and to love.  If
they knew his secret would they return him to his other life in the
brothel?


End Ch Forty-Seven.

To Be Continued: comments welcome; contact Dwight Wilson at
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