Date: Sat, 26 Aug 2006 15:07:43 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons  Chapter Five

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Chapter Five


Morning comes too quickly.  I awaken more from habit than anything else.
Sleep has not been restful as I kept waking up to check on the boys.
Michael had given TJ the same pain killer he gave Paul and Scottie earlier
and all three were still sleeping.  I could hear activity in other parts of
the facility.  Mark awakens and looks as tired as I feel.  I hope I don't
look that bad.  Leaving the infirmary, I head for the staff overnight area.
There's a shower and facilities there to help me wake up and look human
again.  When I return both Paul and Scottie are awake, just lying in bed
waiting for someone to tell them what to do.

"Good morning, gentlemen.  How are we doing this morning?"

"Good" escapes from two questioning faces.  Scottie lets it be known he
needs to go to the bathroom, Paul nods he does too.

Mark comes in, "Okay, fellas, why don't you try walking down to the
bathroom and then come back here.  We'll see what you're up to dealing with
when you get back" The boys get an embarrassed look on their face when we
see their morning salutes.  When they get back Scottie tells Mark he's
still a little sore but doing better.  He thinks he'll be okay without any
more pain pills.  Paul says the same although his butt does still hurt a
lot.  Mark has Paul lay down so he can check his injuries.  Two thumbs are
inserted in the little hole and it's opened; the swelling is down and color
is returning to normal.  Michael had left word Paul could go with the other
boys if he felt up to it but still continue with the ointment.  Mark
greases Paul's hole for him and the four of us head for the dining hall.
TJ remains in the infirmary sleeping; we didn't expect to see him awake for
several more hours.  Glancing at him as we leave I feel anger all over
again with the thought of what Williams had done and was intending to do to
the boy.  Any pangs of guilt I may feel about losing my temper with
Williams are erased when I see the boy.  I can't help but wonder what will
be done with Williams; whatever it is I'm sure will not be bad enough.

There was excitement in the air in the dining hall.  We could hear all the
voices and understood why when we got there.  I'll have to admit Barry
exceeded my hopes and expectations.  The serving line was being setup with
scrambled eggs, an assortment of fresh fruit, blueberry muffins, fruit
juice, milk, and my morning necessity, coffee.  This is a far cry from the
gruel the boys are accustomed to.  I worry briefly about the boys eating so
much they could make themselves sick but dismiss the thought; after
sampling their normal diet they deserve the luxury of getting sick from
good food.  The practice here has been for the staff to be served first and
eat while the boys are served.  We serve the boys first; staff takes the
leftovers.  The staff, both from the facility and New Horizon, enjoys
watching the boys; the number of smiles and level of trust are growing.  I
let Paul know we need another head count as soon as everyone has been
served and seated.

At the moment I'm drinking a cup of coffee while I stroll amongst the boys.
It's good to see the smiles and eyes showing joy.  My little flirt is
seated next to his friend from yesterday.  As I approach he again looks
down while looking at me out of the corner of his eyes.  There's a big grin
on his face he can't hide.  When I look at him and wink he plays coyer.
The older boy is whispering to him and trying to get him to do something; I
imagine it's to acknowledge me.

As I wander through the tables, occasionally one of the boys will look at
me and say 'thank you, sir' which I acknowledge with a smile and a 'your
welcome, enjoy it."  They don't realize the looks on their faces really say
enough, but the effort to say 'thank you' is a real bonus.  I see Kevin and
Ben leaving the serving line.  Ben sets his tray down and runs over to me
before sitting down.  He looks up to me with eyes filled with happiness,
there is a sign of a little tear, but I know it's a happy tear.  I bend
down for a massive hug and when he lets go I pat him on the butt and just
mouth 'you're welcome.'  He's probably one of the top five happiest boys we
have right now.  When everyone has been served and seated I get a tray and
sit to enjoy my breakfast a lot more than I did last night's supper.

After a few minutes Paul tells me we have eighty-six boys in the dining
hall.  With TJ in the infirmary that means all are present and accounted
for.  This is the way I like to start the day.  Jeff and Larry have the
cameras set up; I can see the lap tops have also been set up.  I'm going to
give the boys a few more minutes and then we will try introducing this
program again.

It's time to get reacquainted with the boys.  "Did everyone enjoy their
breakfast this morning?"  There's lots of nodding heads with 'uh-huh's and
'yeah's coming from all directions.  I notice the boys are not divided into
age groups so much as they were yesterday; also, the tables have been
rearranged. Yesterday the tables were lined up in even rows and the boys
sat shoulder to shoulder.  Now, the tables have been turned at angles that
create a criss-cross pattern for the walkway.  With ten or twelve boys at
each table I can now stand in one small area and by turning in different
directions see the faces of most of the boys.  "Any one wanting seconds
there's some available while it lasts.  If you want it, get it now or
you'll have to wait for lunch."  Several of the older boys head to the
serving line.  No surprise, teenage boys are supposed to be bottomless pits
when it comes to food.  "When you see Mr. Barry or other members of the
kitchen staff you may want to thank them for their efforts.  Remember, a
little common courtesy and a thank you could have great rewards."

Yesterday I explained our goal is to become self sufficient and assume
responsibility for ourselves.  Sometimes this means having to perform tasks
that we may not classify as fun.  We have reached one of those tasks.  Each
day the kitchen staff will need assistants that we refer to as kitchen
police, today is the first day for kitchen police duty.  We will establish
a list so everyone has an opportunity to participate; however, in the
absence of such a roster I have chosen who will have the privilege of first
duty.  Where are our five miscreants from yesterday afternoon?  You know
who I'm talking about: Samuel, Tim, Jimmy, Gordon and Ben -- front and
center gentlemen."  The five rise with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm and
are sent to the kitchen for their instructions.  "Now, to assist those on
kitchen police, better known as 'kp' at each meal you will pass your plates
to the end of the table.  When you receive a plate from the person sitting
next to you scrape any leftovers in that plate and place all silverware on
that same plate.  The cleared plate then goes to the bottom.  Also, pass
down any drinking cups.  Those on KP will pickup the stacks of plates,
taking the dirty plates to the back for cleaning.  This part of kp is known
as dining room duty.  There is also dishes duty and pots and pans duty.
The kitchen chief will explain all that when it's your turn.  It's not
nearly as bad as it sounds and only takes a few minutes before and after
each meal with commercial dish washers."

"There's more to be done besides kp.  Think of all the places that get
messed up during the day, such as the bathrooms and showers.  Then we have
to consider that dust and dirt will continue to collect in the buildings,
especially with the windows open and fans running.  Let's add to that the
outside -- cutting and edging, etc..  Remember, I said we would plant our
own gardens and grow a large portion of our food?  Who will till the soil,
or remove the weeds from around the plants so they can grow?  Who will
harvest the food?"  It's interesting to see their faces now, they had not
thought of this in those terms; they probably think it grows in wrapped
packages like you see in the supermarket.  "Parts of this all of you will
participate in.  The reason I'm saying something now is I want you to think
of areas you may be interested in such as vegetable gardening, possibly a
plant nursery, landscaping, animal husbandry, computers, and so on.  We'll
talk more about this later."

The five boys have now picked up all the dishes, silverware and cups.  I
can hear plates being scraped in the back.  Tim and Ben come out with wet
cloths and begin wiping off the tables; when this job is complete they
return to the kitchen.  I hear a plate crash to the floor; it's making that
strange ringing sound round objects make before landing flat.  Everyone
looks and wonders if someone will be in trouble now.  In another few
minutes all of the boys return and take their seats.

"Now that we are all together again, let's talk about what we will be doing
in the next few days.  We need to know how much schooling you have had and
at what grade levels you can reasonably function; everyone will be tested.
When the tests are complete an educational program will be designed for
each of you to bring you up to the appropriate level and in most cases
begin to prepare you for an advanced education.  Some of you will want to
consider technical or vocational training -- we'll have plenty of time to
work all that out."  Many of the boys get an expression on their faces that
says they believe the honeymoon is over.  "Now, don't look like you have
just been sentenced to some kind of horrific punishment, it's not that bad.
You will be home schooled using computers being installed at our permanent
facility.  The older boys will be expected to assist the younger boys with
there lessons.  I'll explain more about this as we approach that time.  You
do have a reprieve of about two to three weeks, but I would like to get
this moving faster.  Each of you must remember this: we must get you to a
level of being able to sustain yourselves when you are grown and in the
adult world.  If we fail doing that for you, well, you know the
consequences.  If you want to know more about what that's like in the
beginning stages, ask Kevin, Roger or Frank, they had the experience
yesterday."

I know I'm throwing a lot at these kids at one time, but that is the
reality of what we are undertaking.  If they can not handle what I'm saying
to them now, they won't be able to handle the real thing when it comes
time.  Jeff and Larry have come in and give me the signal they are ready to
begin with the pictures.  I want the boys to think about what I've been
saying and have the opportunity to absorb everything.  I spot my little
flirt again.  I've been watching him off and on from the corner of my eye,
and know he has been watching me closely.  It's my turn to play with him
now.

"Hey, young man, what's your name?"  He again looks down but peers up with
those beautiful hazel eyes.  He's playing bashful but the boy next to him
is trying to encourage an answer.

"Daaaaanny" The boy next to him gives him a little elbow and Danny adds
"sir."

I have to laugh a little.  'Well, Daaaaanny, how old are you?"  He looks
right at me this time, cracks a smile while cocking his head to one side
and holds up four fingers.  "Four, wow!"  He looks a little disgusted with
me now and shakes his head.  He tries to whisper something that I can't
make out.  I look to the boy next to him for help.

"He's trying to tell you he's four and a half, sir, but he's almost five.
Sorry, sir, Danny isn't usually this shy."

"What's your name son?"

"Sean, sir."

"Sean, do you usually try to watch after Danny?"

"When I can sir, He just sort of latched on to me when he got here and I
didn't mind.  He's really a good kid, just a little lost and scared."

"That's understandable.  How long have the two of you been here?"

"I've been here about three weeks, and Danny about ten days, sir."

I nod to Sean to let him know I understand what he's saying.  "Danny, age
four and a half, would you come and walk with me some?"  He looks at me,
then down and leans over to say something to Sean.

"He's embarrassed, sir, 'cause he's naked and dirty."

"Well, Danny, guess what... most of the boys in here are naked and dirty.
But I'm going to have a surprise for all of you on that in a little bit.
As I hold out my hands I ask "Would you like for Sean to walk with us?  Of
course, if you don't want to come I can always get Ben, he likes for me to
hold him."  With that two little arms come flying up.  I reach across the
table and Sean helps him stand up.  He's right though, he's naked and more
than a little dirty.  As I get him he wraps both arms around my neck so he
settles on my front.  I lock my fingers together to create a seat for his
little butt.  In a few minutes I shift him to the side holding his butt in
my right hand.  He has an arm wrapped around my shoulder and is busy
following Sean, who is walking behind us, and watching everyone else at the
same time -- he's a busy little guy.

"Now, fellas, assuming everything I said while ago has had the chance to
sink in, does anyone have any questions?"

"Sir?...most of us have never taken care of a garden before.  We don't know
how."

"We've taken that into consideration and will bring in teachers and
volunteers from the schools and nurseries to instruct you.  By the time we
finish you will be experts."  No one asks any more questions so I move on.
While I'm trying to move on, Danny has made himself busy inspecting every
part of me he can including my hair and the buttons on my shirt.  "It's
time to introduce the Little Brother program.  I'm sure all of you have
heard of the Big Brothers and Big Sisters program that runs in most cities.
This program is similar except that the Little Brother chooses who the Big
Brother is.  A big brother is a mentor who keeps an eye on his little
brother, making sure the little brother does what he should, show him how
to do things, in other words teach him what you can, help him when you can.
Sometimes giving that help means asking for help.  Our goal is not only for
all of you to be self sufficient, but we want you to care for and about one
another."

I've moved back to the stage and am sitting on the stage with my feet on
the steps.  Danny is sitting on my right thigh with an arm around my
shoulder much as Ben had done yesterday.  Sean is sitting on my left.

"A good example of what we are trying to accomplish is Danny and Sean here.
Danny chose Sean and Sean accepted the call.  Most important with the
little guys is they need to be held and know someone cares.  Many are too
young to understand what's happened to them.  Our challenge to you is to
give them the security and attention they will need to grow.  Be available
to them when they let you know they need you but also allow time for
yourselves.  Another good example of what I'm talking about is Kevin and
Ben.  All of you know them and the bond that exists between them.  I had
the opportunity to witness that last night; it gives me hope for
accomplishing our goals to know the older boys are willing to give to the
younger boys.  Now, we need for all boys ten and under to move over to the
wall on my left.  All of the older boys stay seated."  The younger boys get
up and walk over to the wall.  In some cases the older boys have to coax
the younger ones over.  I'm surprised how many boys fall within this age
group; there must be at least thirty to thirty-five of them.  I know we
will need an exact count before long.  "Ben, I know you have someone that
helps look after you, so I want you to walk over and stand behind him."
Ben scoots over to Kevin who turns around and has Ben standing between his
legs.  Kevin wraps an arm around Ben's waste and holds him close.  Now, the
rest of you that have a favorite older boy that helps look after you, I
want you to walk over to that older boy now and stand by him.  I don't
expect all of you to have someone, so you just stay where you are if you
don't."  Only seven boys do not walk over to an older boy.  Two of them are
around Danny's age and the others only a year or two older; two of the boys
look like twins.  I call Mark over and ask him to talk to the boys and find
out what's going on.  After a few minutes he's learned all of these boys
have been here less than a week and no older boys came in with them except
for the twins who seem to not want to say anything.

I now look over to the older boys and ask all willing to act as a mentor
for a younger boy to step over to the middle.  All of the boys without a
charge step up, but I ask only those fourteen or younger to stay and the
rest to sit down.  I'm trying to keep the age spread between mentor and
charge at five or six years.  Next step, we have all of the younger boys
who do not have someone to choose an older boy from the group in the
middle.  Since I have more boys in the middle than I do little ones I know
we should be able to get a match.  Each of the younger boys, except one,
goes up to a boy and takes a hand.  No two boys tried for the same older
boy and there is no explaining why each chose a particular boy.  The boy
that did not move to choose a mentor is just standing there.  I signal for
him to come over to us on the stage.  "What's your name?"

"Kyle, sir"

"How old are you Kyle?"

"Seven, sir."

"Don't you want a bigger boy to help you, Kyle?"

"Yes sir, I have one, but he's not here.  He's TJ and I can't find him."
The boy is tearing up but keeps himself from crying.  He doesn't understand
why his big brother isn't here for him.

"Kyle, TJ is in the infirmary.  He got hurt last night and the doctor has
given him something to make him sleep for a little while.  When he's better
we'll take you over there to see him.  Until then can one of the other boys
help?"  Kyle nods his assent.  I spot Kevin and Ben and ask them to watch
out for Kyle until TJ is better.

I announce to all, "Now, all the boys that do not have a charge will act as
mentors to the mentors who are eleven and older.  Remember, everyone will
need some help at some point and will need some one to go to for that help.
The oldest boys, sixteen years old, will act as guardians or guides for
their groups.  The groups will be based on an age spread and sleeping
arrangements.  We'll address those issues when we get to the permanent
facility."  If any of you are closer than five years in age and have
matched because you're friends I need to know.  Someone eleven is not going
to be able to teach much to someone who is ten.  If we have that situation
please step forward now.  Two pairs step forward.  In one pair the mentor
is eleven and the charge is nine.  In the second pair the mentor is eleven
and the charge is ten.  All four are asked to choose a mentor for
themselves.  As quickly as they moved they must have suspected this wasn't
going to fly; they match up.  Danny let me know Sean takes care of him.

"All of you have seen the cameras Mr. Jeff and Mr. Larry have set up.
You've seen them walking around filming for a documentary we will compile
in the future.  However, right now we need photos for the personal file
being created for each of you.  We need to form two lines, one for the
mentors and the other for their charges.  Each will have their picture
taken and then the mentor will take his charge to one of the tables where
you see the laptops.  Mr. Mark and his assistant will enter personal
information in the new files.  We know the information is available in the
files provided by the state and in the office here.  We want to build the
files based on information provided by you.  Mentors, you will have to work
with your charges to get as much information as possible.  If you don't
know or can't get your charge to tell you what we need to know, don't worry
about it, we'll work on it later.  Mentors and charges run through first,
then those who do not have a charge.  Line up according to age, youngest
first."  I take Danny and Sean to the front of the line since Danny is only
four (and a half).

"Now for some good news.  When you have finished at the information tables,
mentors are to take their charges and escort them to the shower area.  The
heaters have been fired up so there should be plenty of hot water.
Mentors, I'm sure you have figured out your charges will need help for a
thorough (emphasis added) cleaning.  Mentor and charge should share one
shower head so we can maximize the number of people showering at any one
time.  Charges are to assist their mentor when they can.  I need to head to
the office to make additional phone calls.  When you finish with the
showers, return here and I'll rejoin you around lunch time.  Those boys
with shorts, shuck them going into the shower and deposit them in the
garbage can.  Also, I'm assuming the boys on kp have been told it is an all
day assignment which means the kitchen will be looking for them about
twenty minutes before lunch.  I'll be looking for eighty seven fresh clean
faces when I return."


Paul's on the phone, the conversation makes me think it's Rick on the other
end.  So far it's been a busy morning and we are only half way through.
I've thrown a lot at the boys and understand it's getting a little
overwhelming for them.  Later will be a time for questions and answers with
the boys.  The kids need to be comfortable with what's happening and I need
for them to trust me and the staff.  Paul's phone call ends.

"Rick is working with the state's facilities maintenance department.  He's
on his way to Fort Ogden to meet someone to test all equipment and get it
up and running.  He's trying to meet the time frame he gave us last night.
Supplies have been ordered and are on the way including toilet paper,
soaps, towels, bedding and sheets, and food.  Computers are also coming in
and should be there in two days.  Michael called.  He's talked his medical
suppliers into donating most of the supplies needed for the infirmary.  The
supplies will be in tomorrow.  Michael says the supplies are sufficient to
open.  He'll have the balance of his wish list within a week.  Where do we
go from here?"

"Did Michael say anything about volunteers for getting the physicals
complete?  I'm also concerned about eye exams and dental exams."

"I didn't talk to him about those things.  Let me get him on his cell and
see what's happening."

"Good, I want to check on TJ.  I'll be back in a few minutes."

Entering the infirmary, TJ looks as though he's still sleeping.  I pull up
a chair to sit, watch and think.  I couldn't help but remember what
happened to me at age thirteen -- the beating my father had given me.  Then
to find out it was an excuse to have me sold to pay for his business
mistakes.  When did I get classified as a liquid asset?

This boy didn't have any choice about what happened to him either.
Williams told him to come and he knew, or believed, the law was on
Williams' side.  TJ knew Williams would use him for his own perverted
pleasure and he'd be hurting tonight.  Williams didn't just hurt him;
Williams took pleasure in seeing the boy suffer; he didn't care if the boy
died.  I can still see TJ hanging on the 'X', gagged and unable to plead
for help.  Williams enjoyed the fact he had made the boy helpless and at
his mercy.  When he had him helpless he had flogged him.  Michael said the
number of marks and bruises suggests the flogging went on for quite awhile.
Sharp metal clips were attached to sensitive portions of his body to
inflict pain.  I'd never seen a butterfly board before, but I'd heard about
them.  When did society decide it was okay to turn the children that would
make the future, into pleasure toys for perverted bastards like Williams?
The only thing I feel guilty about the way I treated Williams last night is
I wish I could have secured him to the 'X' and given him a taste of his
perverted pleasure.

TJ is moving on the bed; he moans his discomfort.  I lift the sheets
covering his body to see what damage is still there.  The marks left from
the flogging are disappearing, he has a few bruises but not as many as I
originally thought.  I check his nipples; the pressure marks are there but
no broken skin.  There are tiny scabs on his sac from the needle punctures.
I get chills down my spine when I see this.  I feel bad for not having
gotten to him sooner, then remember if we had followed a different course
of action we most likely would have lost Frank at the auction.  I know I
will need to talk with TJ when he's up to it; it's important to me that he
understand why it took so long to get to him.  Then there's Kyle; a seven
year old boy who couldn't understand why his big brother wasn't there for
him.  I promised him he could see TJ soon.

TJ gets restless, the whimper signals his discomfort.  I sit down again and
watch him.  I don't know how long I was sitting there when he opened his
eyes.  He's trying to focus on me but the pain killers are working against
that.  When he doesn't close his eyes and go right back to sleep I say "I
have a dumb question for you, how are you feeling?"

"Like shit.....sir."

"You have a right to.  Anything I can get for you."

"Yes, sir.  Can you help me out of this bed?  I gotta go."

"TJ, Dr. Mike said you need to stay there.  Hold on for a minute and I'll
get you something.  Do you need a pan or a cup?"

"Neither, but both.  Those things are for invalids and babies."

Laughing, I tell him "At least you've kept some sense of humor.  I know
they're no fun, but you're drugged enough you don't need to be getting out
of bed.  The choice is the pan and cup or messing up your bed."  His body
language signals resignation.

TJ groans through the pain of trying to relieve his bowels.  When he's
finished I clean him and take care of the pan.  The sheet is slipped back
over him and I tell him to try and sleep.

"Sir, I'm more comfortable without the sheet over my chest" He pushes the
sheet down just below his waste.  "I remember you being there last night. I
remember you hit him.  I hope you did a dance on his balls."

"TJ, I'm sorry we weren't there sooner.  One promise I can make to you and
know I can keep is that no one will ever do this to you again as long as
you're with New Horizon.  There is one thing I need to ask of you though.
We have a very frightened little boy here....."

"Kyle.... He hasn't seen me like has he, sir?"  TJ says this with a lot of
anxiety.

"No, but he's scared and asking for you.  If we pull the sheet up under
your arms the injuries don't show.  If you're up to it I could let him in
just to say hi and let him get comfortable, then send him away so you can
rest."  TJ nods -- this boy does care about his charge.  I call Mark on his
cell and tell him to rush Kevin, Ben and Kyle through, have them shower,
and then bring Kyle over to the infirmary.  If TJ is awake I'm going to let
Kyle see him for a moment.  I also tell them to push the rest of the boys
through for their pictures.  Take names and assign them numbers.  They can
be called over one or two at a time while I talk with them this afternoon.

"TJ, we need to get you cleaned up some before Kyle comes in.  I'm going to
give you an old fashioned hospital bed bath if you're up to it.  You just
lay there and let me do the work."  TJ nods and I prepare a pan of warm
soap and water and another of clear water for rinsing.  I remove the cover
sheet from TJ and tell him to roll to his left side.  It's an effort but he
makes it and I place a rubber sheet under him.  The process is repeated for
the right side and he lies on his back.  "Okay, we're set.  I'm sure about
every muscle in your body is sore so just try to relax and let me do the
work."

Beginning with his face the cloth of warm water is gently drawn over his
body.  I can tell by the expressions on his face when I hit a sensitive
area and try to be extra careful.

"TJ, how old are you?"

"Fourteen sir, I'll be fifteen in about three months."

"I was picked up by the authorities, sir.  I've been here about two and
half weeks."

"Has anything like last night happened to you before?"

"Not to me sir, but there were other boys older than me that were taken;
one of them I never saw come back.  Rumor was he got sent straight to sale.
The others have been shipped for sale, too.  Rumor was those that came back
showed marks of getting some pretty bad treatment.  When they got back they
were put in a different area and nobody really ever found out what happened
to 'em before they was shipped out."

When I reach the groin area and wrap his penis in the warm cloth there is
no reaction -- he's definitely hurting.  I grasp his balls with the warm
cloth, gently rubbing them, almost like a massage -- a slight smile comes
on his face, he isn't completely gone after all.  After the washing, rinse
and drying I ask if he's up to rolling on his side again so I can do his
back.  He shifts his weight and rolls to his left.  The cleaning process is
repeated on his back.  When I reach his crack and clean around his hole he
jumps.  "TJ, what did Williams do to you there?"  I hear him begin to cry.

"He stuck something in me.  I was blindfolded and didn't see what it was.
He told me to get used to it and he was going to make it bigger to stretch
me more, then he was going to teach me to take a good fisting.  Sir, he
enjoyed seeing the fear on my face as he told me how he was going to
stretch me and then showed me how he was gonna begin inserting one finger
at a time, spread them out and stretch the muscles.  He said it would be
good to see me sweat in fear, and he couldn't wait to see the look on my
face when he inserted all his fingers and made a fist inside me.  After he
made a fist he was gonna twist it around and then give me a hard dry fist
fuck."

"Did he fist you?"

"No sir, you got there before he could.  Mr. Daniel, I've never been so
scared."  I finished cleaning him.  The intent was to roll him on the other
side to do a more thorough job, but I don't think he needs any more.  I
remove the rubber sheet from that side.  The boy's crying, it's not the
heavy sobs you'd expect from a little one, but the deep breaths trying to
stay in control, but he can't.

I walk around the bed to his front and rub the back of his head.  Leaning
down to him I tell him it's okay to let it out.  Rolling him onto his back
I'm able to remove the other rubber sheet and then cover him with a fresh
sheet.  The warm cloth is used again to wipe off his face.  "TJ, I don't
want you going around with all this bottled up, you'll need to put this
behind you when you can.  Just remember, when you're ready to talk just
come around and we can find some private time.  Try to get some rest.  If
you're asleep when Kyle comes in I'll let him sit with me until you wake
up."  I give TJ another pain killer to help him sleep.

There's a light tap on the door and Kevin steps in, I can see Ben and Kyle
in the hall.  I let him know TJ is resting.  "Sir, I wanted to speak with
you before Kyle comes in.  On the way over Ben and Kyle walked together.
Ben walked with his arm around Kyle's shoulder and I heard them talking.
Ben told Kyle how you promised him you would get me back.  Some other boys
told him it was too late, but you did it and if you told Kyle that TJ would
be okay, then Kyle could count on it because you promised."  I took a deep
breath and just nodded for us to go outside.

Kyle looks up to me very expectantly.  "Kyle, TJ is resting right now and
he needs to rest to get better.  If you want I'll let you stay here with
Kevin and Ben 'till he wakes, then you can talk with him."  Kyle nods, he's
almost in tears.  "Kevin, do you and Ben mind sitting here for a little
while so I can go back to the dining hall and check on things there?"

"I can stay sir, but Ben needs to go back.  They've called for the boys on
kp to report.  When they serve, could he bring a plate over for us to
share?"

I look back to Ben "You heard your mentor, I suggest you move."  Ben tells
Kyle he'll be back in a few minutes and takes off.  I'm particularly
pleased with Kevin for not letting Kyle use this to avoid his own
responsibilities.

Walking over to the dining hall I call Paul on his cell to find out what
Michael has told him about scheduling the rest of the exams.  Paul lets me
know Michael has three qualified assistants set to come with him in
addition to four nurses and two transcribers to enter the data on a disc;
he also has two dentists with a mobile office that belongs to the hospital
on standby; they're ready whenever we are.  God bless Michael.  I tell Paul
to call Michael and set the exams for tomorrow morning.  Then call Rick and
let him know we will plan the transfer the day after tomorrow and will need
three buses.

When I enter the dining hall I can see there's only eight boys left for
photos.  Mark gives me an 'alls well' signal and I go looking for Barry.
When I find him I let him know the plans so he can lay in an adequate
supply of food; he asks me about kp duty for tomorrow.  That's one issue I
hadn't considered up to now; how do I choose?  I see Ben leaving with a
plate full of fruit and half sandwiches.

Jeff and Larry are securing the cameras.  They let me know all photos have
been taken and checked; no re-takes will be needed.  The final group is
there and we tell them they can go shower and then eat or eat and then
shower, but there will be another meeting called in an hour and a half.
Like typical teens, they choose to eat first.  We move them to the front of
the line since everyone else has already showered and will have plenty of
time.  They swallow their food in less than ten minutes and take off to the
showers, we just laugh.

It's nice to just sit here and watch the boys.  They sure look different
when clean.  There's a lot more smiles and their overall demeanor has
improved.  I wanted them to get clean and start feeling better about
themselves.  When kids are constantly being put down and then run down
physically, it takes an emotional toll.  After a few minutes I let them
know about this afternoon's meeting and I expect them to do most of the
talking or asking questions.  Then I load up a plate with some fruit and a
half sandwich; as an after thought I get another half sandwich in case Ben
thinks Kevin eats as little as him.

On the way to the infirmary I decide to peek into the shower area just to
see what's going on.  Just as I thought there's a lot of grab assing.  One
boy has just spit out a mouthful of water at another.  The target reached
out real quick and grabbed the offender by the balls.  He's hollering for
the boy to let go.  The other boy tells him he's going to lead him back
into the dining hall that way.  The rest are doing their share of grabbing
for equipment or trying to stick a finger in the hole.

 One has grabbed another from behind and tells his victim he's about to
lose his virginity.  Another boy hollers out he's way too late.  A second
boy walks up to the boy being threatened with losing his nonexistent
virginity and it looks as though he has grabbed him by the balls to keep
him still.  If that was the intent it has worked, but the boy doesn't show
the expected discomfort on his face.  A closer look shows the new boy has
not just grabbed the victim's balls but he's massaging them.  The victim
shows a look of pleasure on his face and has now laid his head on the new
boys shoulder.  The boy in the back has moved to his victim's side, but
continues to run a finger up and down his victim's crack which causes him
to start a sensual moving of his hips.  The original assailant has now
taken his victim's left hand and guided it down to his sac, the victim
knows what the boy wants and obliges.  Soon all the boys have joined in
this mutual ball massage exercise and the looks on their faces as well as
their groans of pleasure show they are enjoying this daisy chain.  Some of
the boys are also enjoying having their cracks teased or nipples
manipulated.

I focus back on the original 'victim' of this affair who now appears to be
manipulating the balls of both of his assailants.  While their balls are
massaged the boys begin to rub their hands all over the front of the boy in
the middle, stopping occasionally to tweak a nipple.  The boys face shows
these are not gentle tweaks, but he's not trying to avoid them; if
anything, he leaves himself for a repeat.  He soon lifts his head off the
other boys shoulder and has thrown it back revealing an expression that
suggests he is ready to cry out in pain or he's lost in a world of
pleasure.  Hands move from the crack of his ass and begin to run up and
down his back.  The fingertips gently touch his soft skin on the way down
and fingernails leave their mark on the return trip up.  The victim's face
cringes in pleasure as the fingernails travel his sensitive skin.  The
original assailant has now moved his hand from the boy's ball sac and
grasped the chin, turning it for a sensual kiss.  It's obvious the boy has
opened his mouth to allow the assailant all the freedom he wants to
explore.  As the kiss continues the hand and fingernails continue to move
up and down the back more rapidly and on the next trip down move through
the crack.  A quick jump by the victim tells me his assailant has now
impaled the boy on one or more fingers which continue their movement inside
the boy.

 The first assailant has now moved off the kiss and turned the boy's head
so the second assailant can take over manipulating the tongue and mouth.
The first assailant then begins a tongue massage on the boy's neck and ear.
The victim is writhing in pleasure and now moans with abandon.  Amazingly,
no one has yet to touch the victim's cock, but continue to massage his
balls and body.  The rest of the boys have been watching this sexual
assault and continue to masturbate one another, but now with more
conviction to reach a climax.  After three or four minutes of kissing and
the tongue bath, during which both boys have now attacked their victims
anus with their fingers, the first assailant moves to the back of his
victim and begins to hump his butt. I can see his dick moving up and down
through the crack.  While humping from the rear he reaches around and
viciously maneuvers the boy's nipples.  The boy is screeching with delight
and pain.  All of a sudden the first assailant bends his victim backwards
and bites down hard on his neck.  The boy screams at the bite and begins to
shoot cum like a rocket launcher.  The two assailants shoot almost
simultaneously with their victim followed by the rest of the boys.  They
collapse on one another and the wall, exhausted from their experience.  I
was standing where I couldn't be seen and decide to quietly exit; there's
no need to embarrass boys for being boys and the show has put me on edge.


In the infirmary I find Kevin holding Ben on one knee and Kyle on the
other.  They both are leaning into him and he just holds them gently
rubbing the side of their legs.  When Kyle sees me he gets that expectant
look again and I put my fingers to his lips to let him know to be quiet.
Kyle then reaches up for me and I take him.  Ben stands up and heads for
the door, I hear him say something to Kevin about finishing his kp duties.
Kevin signals he's going with Ben and takes their empty plate.  I find some
paper towels to put my food on and give them my plate; they leave with a
nod and a mouthed thank you from me.

When asked if he's eaten anything Kyle says no and I tell him he has to eat
a little if he wants to be strong to help TJ.  He takes the half sandwich
and nibbles at the center.  I've always thought it was funny how kids
didn't like to eat the crust.  I eat the other half sandwich and we share
some fruit.  TJ stirs a little and I feel Kyle tense up, he's wanting TJ to
wake up, but TJ settles back down.  I whisper to Kyle that we need to be
patient.  He knows this but he still wants TJ to wake up for him.  In a few
minutes TJ does move again and I see his eyes open.

"Mr. Dan'l...?"

"I'm right here TJ.  Can I get you something?  You also have a visitor."  I
let Kyle walk over beside the bed.  The boy is in tears and shaking.

"Mr. Dan'l I need to take a leak again."  Then he sees Kyle.  "Hey little
man, how's it goin'?"

"TJ...?"  The boy is sobbing and it's easy to see how scared he is.
"TJ.... You're not going to leave me are you?"

"No little guy.  I just got hurt and need to rest a little, then I'll be
back.  Have you been good and doing what Mr. Dan'l says?"  Kyle nods his
head and beams when TJ smiles at him.

I have the urine cup for TJ.  When I reach for sheets Kyle puts both hands
on the cup and says "Me!  I help TJ."  He wants to help his friend.  TJ
nods his head, so I let go telling him to be careful.

Rather than pulling the sheet back, Kyle pulls the sheet up and sticks his
head underneath.  I can't help but smile.  TJ gives him instructions.
"Kyle, remember what I taught you.  Pull the skin back so I can aim right,
then stick it in the cup.  I don't want to get the bed wet" Kyle lets us
know he knows how and then tells TJ he's ready.  Soon I hear the familiar
sound of water hitting water; you can see the relief on TJ's face.  When
that stops TJ tells him "Remember how I showed you to get all the water
out?"  Kyle mumbles something under the cover.  In a moment Kyle comes out
from under the cover with a cup about three quarters full.  He's beaming
with his accomplishment.

"Did I do it right TJ?"

"You did great.  I feel a lot better now."

Kyle is beaming as he hands me the cup, "I helped TJ pee."

"Kyle, we need to let TJ get some more rest.  How about we come back
later?"

"I wanna stay with TJ.  He needs me."  Actually it's Kyle that needs TJ.

"Kyle I can't leave you sitting here alone and TJ needs his rest."

"I'll rest with TJ....please?"  Here come the tears again, the boy is really
pleading.

TJ looks at me to let me know maybe it will be okay.  I nod it's his
choice.

"Kyle, look at me.  If we let you stay here you know I'm too sore for you
to be bouncing around.  You'll have to lay still or you could hurt me."

"I won't hurt you TJ.  I'll be good, I promise, I'll be good."  The kid has
gone into his most heart rending pleading mode.

"Okay, you can stay with me, but only for a little while."

Kyle beams and moves to climb up on the bed.

"Wait Kyle, you'll hurt TJ that way.  I'll lift you up there."

I pick Kyle up and start to lay him on his back next to TJ.  Just before we
get to the bed Kyle rolls to his right side.  I lay him under TJ's left
arm.  Kyle snuggles up against TJ; I can tell from the grimaces on his face
that Kyle has hit some sensitive spots, but TJ doesn't say anything -- he
just lets the boy settle in.  Kyle has his head on TJ's shoulder with his
arm and leg draping over his mentor's body.  TJ reaches over and cups his
hand over Kyle's butt.  When I look at TJ he nods he's okay.  The look on
Kyle's face has gone from anxiety to contentment.  I leave them alone.

End Ch Five