Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2008 16:57:07 -0800 (PST)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons  Chapters 71

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Chapter Seventy-One: New Horizons rev 2/19


After making sure all the boys were where they should be, doing whatever
their individual schedules required, Daniel called a special staff meeting.
The previous evening most of the staff members had met Colin and his son,
but there wasn't time to really get acquainted.  Everyone knew or had an
idea why Colin had come, but wanted to get more comfortable with the plans.
Barry brought in coffee and sweet rolls from the kitchen.  The men were
prepared for an extended, casual conversation.

"Colin, I believe you've met everyone here except for Terry and Greg."
Daniel paused a moment while the three exchanged the customary handshakes.
"Terry and Greg are university interns here to help teach the boys and help
them with whatever they can.  They are sponsored by the Diocese."  Colin
nodded his understanding and Daniel continued.

"I think all of us have a general idea of what you want to accomplish here,
but we'd all like to know more.  Rather than putting you on the spot of
asking pointed questions, I thought, if it's agreeable with you, it would
be best if we just sat back and let you talk.  We'll do our best to listen
without interrupting; too much, anyway."  Daniel turned to his staff.

"Before we get started, what about Nige?"

"He's with several of the boys.  I know Sean and Brad are with him, maybe
Patrick, Ben and some others that don't have class right now," Mark
answered as Daniel held a hand, palm up, towards Colin to give him the
floor.

"First, of course, I'd like to thank all of you for allowing me to invite
myself here as I did.  I'll have to admit that when it was first suggested
to me, I wasn't too sure about this trip; but as I did more and more
research I became more anxious to get here.  My research also let me know
that I thought this would be a good educational and learning opportunity
for my son.  I also extend my gratitude to you for him; and, I'll have more
to say about him shortly.

"Let me begin with the obvious -- Connor and Peter.  The tragedy that
befell them is really at the root of my visit.  Of course, the accident and
its tragic results that caused the boys to become orphans made headline
news.  After the initial news report, calls came in inquiring about the
boys' whereabouts and condition.  The answer was for some papers mind you,
some of them not being the most reputable around, to publish very bleak
reports and speculation on the boys' fates.  Those speculations started a
real uproar or backlash.

"When your country again legalized slavery, there was quite an uproar; the
European countries, as you know, did not approve.  The very idea of
institutionalizing slavery again, particularly after the dreadful results
of more than a hundred and fifty years ago, seemed then, and now, dreadful
and almost barbaric to most people."  Daniel and his staff looked at one
another with understanding smiles; they were aware of some of the reaction.
"Countries immediately issued warnings to citizens regarding the risks of
traveling to your country.  It didn't take long for some countries to
impose additional requirements on its' citizens before they were allowed to
come here.  In some cases it was required the people register and file an
itinerary; others simply banned the travel.  Most distanced themselves from
your activities until the incident with the two boys."

"Reports were printed that the boys were to become wards of the state.  In
our country that meant they would go into some kind of care, receive free
medical benefits and an education to help them with a future.  When it was
printed out that here it means the boys would most likely be enslaved for
life because there was no family to care for them, well, there's no way I
can adequately describe the peoples' reaction.  Believe me when I say it
was anything but pleasant towards your country.  Demands were made to the
government, and the crown, to get those boys out of here immediately.  The
names and labels placed on your country and politicians couldn't even be
put into print."  Colin paused a moment and then added, "I think you can
get a general idea of the publics' attitudes."

"My employer made a few discreet phone calls to inquire about the boys and
that's how we found out about New Horizons.  I have also since discovered
that you carry some very strong support in some very high places.  I was
part of several conference calls with Walter Andrez.  Walter, and his
associates, had been putting pressure on my employer, and others, to engage
in protests related to the enslavement policies.  Up until now, we thought
it none of our business. Walter, by the way, has nothing but the highest
respect and praise for all of you; particularly you, Daniel.  As a good
journalist I do a lot of research before embarking on this kind of
assignment; there's a lot more I'd like to do, also.  Please forgive me,
and understand, that it was necessary for me to investigate your
background.  I would venture to say I may know more detail about you now
than even you are aware of."  Colin paused and smiled in Daniel's
direction.  He waited on a cordial acknowledgment from Daniel, which he
quickly received.

"My first assignment is to do a story on the boys.  Our plan is to publish
an honest report on what happened, how the boys have been cared for, what's
happening now, and possibly some speculation on their futures.  My
research, of course, told me they are here and New Horizons is their
guardian.  We believe that will set the stage for future stories.
Initially, I advised my editor that I thought I could get a couple of good
stories together in about three weeks; that's the time frame I first
mentioned to you, Daniel.  After conducting more research, and discussions
with my editor, we believe there is a lot more here.  If you will forgive
me for being so forward or presumptuous, what I would like to do is offer
you my services, such as they are.  The skill I can offer to you is to take
your story, and the stories of these boys, and convey it with meaning and
emotion in print.  The paper would publish them both back home and here in
your country."  The room grew quiet due to the surprising offer and not
being sure how to react.  Daniel responded.

"Colin, that's generous of you and something we certainly would like to
consider, but three weeks?"

"No, Daniel, it would be more than that.  My editor initially approved the
three weeks but after reviewing the research he has given me all the time I
need.  The only condition is that I continue to wire him quality stories
the readers want to read.  I realize that might be an imposition on your
facilities here, and I'm prepared to arrange for housing elsewhere at the
appropriate time.  However, there is something I would like to ask of you,
if I may."  Daniel waited for Colin to continue.

"It's my son, Nigel, or Nige as he prefers it at the moment.  When I am
away from home he's cared for by a governess, or nanny, actually, that
supervises him and the household functions; his mother has left us.
Unfortunately, my work has kept me away from home much more than I would
like.  As a result, I feel that he has been neglected.  He has friends and
activities he's involved with, but it's some of those activities that
concern me; I believe he's developing a set of values that do not meet with
my approval.

"There is an underground group over there that call themselves 'The
Devilrays'.  I had heard of them, and not really paid any attention to them
until someone told me one of the groups my son is a member of also has
several members in this so-called Devilrays.  When I did some checking, I
discovered that many of his meetings coincided with activities of the
Devilrays.  I confronted my son and my fears were confirmed."

"What is this group; what do they do?"

"They turn boys into slaves and make them believe it makes them stronger
and braver in the eyes of others.  I discovered that my son had a master."
Colin had to stop and take a deep breath before he continued.  The men
waited patiently for Colin to decide if he wanted to reveal more or if
Daniel would ask any questions.  Colin saw the expressions of disgust and
made the choice.

"As I understand it, the group holds meetings where 'guests' are invited to
watch the boys perform.  The boys think they are showing off their bravery
and endurance.  The older and more experienced the boy, the more
challenging the feat.  At the end of the show the more accomplished boys
think it's a reward for them to be auctioned off for the evening.  They act
as someone's slave and do whatever, and I stress whatever, the master
desires.  Demands on them run from mild sex to extreme sadistic
punishments.  The most highly regarded boy is the one that takes the most
punishment without passing out."  The men sat, partially stunned.  Daniel
had heard rumors of such clubs, but this was the first close account he had
heard to confirm they existed.

"Do you have any idea how deep your son was into this group?"

"Fortunately, assuming he has told me the truth, he was a novice.  He was
new enough that he wasn't considered one of the accomplished boys.  He had
not earned the so-called privilege of being auctioned for the evening.
Boys in the novice group were required to act as servers, walking around in
enticing outfits to tease the men, serving them food and beverages.  Their
bodies were to be available for feeling or groping.  Groping in this
instance meant a man could grab the boy's scrotum and squeeze.  If the man
thought the boy cried for mercy too soon, the boy was tied to a whipping
frame in the middle of the room and caned for entertainment.  Nigel hasn't
said anything to me, since I confronted him, to lead me to believe he
hasn't told me everything.

"I felt it was only fair that you know all this because I would like for
Nigel to have to live and function just as the other boys do.  He needs to
learn that what he was doing is not a game.  At the same time you need to
know all this so you can protect your boys.  Daniel, I can honestly say to
you that I was not aware of all this when you and I began talking.  I
became aware of the situation shortly before leaving and, I guess, I should
have called and spoken to you before coming.  Please, accept my apologies
for not calling ahead."

Daniel paused before asking questions; then asked, "What happened to the
so-called master?"

"Authorities have him in custody.  They are trying to get him to cooperate
to break up the ring.  Last word I had was they didn't expect him to
cooperate; seems the whole thing is a vast underground operation that is
considered like a brotherhood.  If he talked, the brothers would make him
pay whether he is in prison or out.

"Slavery is illegal in our country, so he has a list of offences including
enslavement, kidnapping, assault, child abuse, and others.  He is expected
to spend quite some time in prison.  Nigel doesn't know; I haven't told
him."

Daniel looked at his staff as he thought.  The staff waited on Daniel.  If
he looked at any man for more than a moment, that man merely shrugged his
shoulders.

"We can't make any promises right now.  My suggestion is that we wait to
see how long you will be here.  If you decide to extend your stay we will
do our best to accommodate both you and your son.  We can make arrangements
for Nigel, Nige, to live with the boys.  There is a condition though.  He
will stay here by the same rules as the other boys.  It will be up to him
to be accepted.  Now, what about his education?"

"He has his first month's worth of assignments in his backpack.  He also
has access to a laptop.  I'll talk with him later this morning about what
we've discussed to make sure he understands.  In the meantime, I would like
to make some calls, set appointments and arrange to do some research for
the articles."

"Mark, do you think we have someone to assist Colin with some research and
maybe show him around.  I think it would help if he were seen with some of
us.  I'd like the boys to be comfortable around him and for him to be more
familiar with our daily routines.  Then, if we are all agreed, we'll take
it one step at a time."

                                       * * * *

While the adults met and discussed their adult business, Nigel was given
the grand tour by several of the boys.  Daniel originally asked four boys
to show Nigel around, however four other boys joined the group.  The boys
were intrigued by Nigel's accent.

"Where do you boys like to play?" Nigel asked, grinning.  Nigel knew the
boys were his age or a little older and would fully understand his
question.  Although his dad had told him to be careful and not get into any
trouble, Nigel knew his dad was way too old fashioned and didn't understand
a boy's needs.  Besides, his master had assured him that the things they
did back home, boys the world over did to prove how strong they were and
win acceptance in the world of men.

"Depends," Sean answered, "on what games we want to play.  The Captain and
his men came out this summer and helped us build baseball fields where we
hold games.  Most of us are on a team, including the little ones who are
the batboys.  Do you play?"

"Baseball?" Nigel answered, laughing.  "Ohhhh, I understand."  Nigel
thought the boys didn't want to reveal their secrets to him just yet.  He
knew they would tell him sooner or later and he would show them how strong
he was.  He went along with what he thought was their game.  The boys gave
him a strange look; not understanding what he thought was funny.  "We don't
play your baseball in England, we play cricket.  It's similar to your
baseball.  My favorite sport is soccer."

"Really?  Great!" TJ replied.  "We play here, but we're not that good.  We
need somebody that knows how to play really good ta help us."

"Nige," Sean spoke up hesitantly, "can I ask ya somethin'?"  Sean waited
for the boy to look right at him.  "What about your mother?  Why did'n ya
stay with her 'stead of comin' here?"

"I ain't got a mum.  She don't love me and left me and my dad when I was
little.  I have a full time governess."

"What's a governess?" Sean asked.  Nigel smiled at the boys' ignorance.
The boys saw the smile and knew what it meant.

"She's a live in everything.  She takes care of my dad and me.  Ya know,
she handles the house affairs like cooking and laundry, cares for me if I'm
sick, makes sure I do my studies, and the like.  She's someone that's paid
to do what a mum does but she's not really a mum, and she lives with us
full time."

"So, it's just you and your dad, then?"

"Yeah," and Nigel looked away and far off, thinking about his master whom
he respected and loved.  Nigel knew his master loved him more than his dad;
he would do anything to please his master.  Why else would his dad leave
him so much?  He decided not to tell the boys about his master.  The boy
didn't want them to know how much he missed him; they might think him weak.

"You said the governess makes sure you did your studies.  You didn't go to
school with the other kids where you lived?" Brad observed.

"No.  I've never been to studies outside.  I've brought studies to do here.
What do the boys here do?"

"We take our lessons on line.  All of us had to take tests because we
didn't go to school regular like other kids."

"Why?  Did they make you work?"

"Make us work?  Oh, you mean Mr. Dan'l?  No, he made us take the test and
do our studies.  We were homeless when Mr. Dan'l saved us.  Some of us were
about to be made slaves and some of us he got from the street.  We worked
because we had to if we wanted to survive.  Mr. Dan'l gave us a chance."

"You were street kids . .street whores?"  The boys looked distastefully at
Nigel and took a step back from him.

"We were street kids that did what we had to do to survive.  A lot of us
did things we didn't really want to, but we had to.  If that made us street
whores, then that's what we did.  We also protected the little ones so they
wouldn't have to be like us."  Brad's tone and the piercing look in his
eyes projected his anger at the insult.  Sean stepped forward.

"Patrick and Brad protected me.  Brad's my brother and Patrick's our best
friend.  They would'n let me go out.  Mikey went out once, and he almost
died."

"Mikey?" Nigel asked, "who's Mikey?"

"He's one of the other boys; just a little younger'n me," Sean answered.
"He went out to see what it was like and did'n tell nobody.  It was the
same night Mr. Dan'l found us.  A rhino nearly killed him.  Mikey woulda
died 'cept for Mr. Dan'l and Dr. Mike."

"What's a rhino?"  Patrick didn't like the direction of the conversation
and interrupted.

"Okay guys, enough dark stuff; okay?  C'mon Nige, we'll show ya where the
game room is and where we do our studies.  We have class rooms set up, too,
for the younger ones.  What kind of..."

"Boys!"

The boys recognized Daniel's voice and changed their direction to approach
him.  Daniel was accompanied by Colin.  Colin signaled his son to step to
the side with him.  Daniel then explained to the boys that Nige would be
living in the dorms with the rest of the boys and was to be regarded just
as they would another boy coming to stay with them.

"Mr. Dan'l, does that mean he's gonna do clean up and stuff like the rest
of us?" Sean asked.

"Yes, it does.  When I say he is to be treated just like any other boy
here, that's exactly what I mean.  It's not really settled yet, but there
is a good chance that he will be here much longer then the three weeks
originally planned.  In fact, if their stay goes beyond the three weeks,
there definitely will be times that he's here and his father is gone.  Same
rules, same responsibilities will apply."  The boys looked over and saw
Nige having a rather animated conversation with his father.

"Mr. Dan'l, maybe it's just because he's from somewhere else and his
accent, but he seems to ask strange questions and have strange things ta
say." Daniel gave Brad a quizzical look, and the boy continued.  "He asked
about games we play ta prove how strong we are and then turned around and
kinda labeled us street whores 'cause we lived on the street when you found
us."  After the earlier conversation with Colin, Daniel knew what the boy
asked, but decided to wait to say anything to the boys.

"Guys, remember, we speak English and where he's from they speak English.
However, the same words can have different meanings.  Sometimes, if you
don't understand, then you have to ask; he needs to learn to do the same
thing."  Colin and Nige rejoined the group and the two men then left the
boys alone.

"I've been messed with," Nige stated.  The boys didn't respond before Nige
continued.  "Dad says I'm stayin' in the hall with the rest of you boys and
I'm to follow the same rules as everybody else.  He said I was to ask about
the hall, ask about the rules, and turn my lesson assignments over to
Mr. Mark."  Nige stood, looked at the boys and waited for a response.
Patrick answered.

"We call them dorms.  They're actually old military barracks, but we like
to call them dorms.  It's those two long buildings over there.  The guys
are divided so there's all age groups on each floor.  The older boys help
take care of the younger boys.  All of us take care of the buildings.  That
means all of us get to pull cleaning duty.  Cleaning means the floors, the
windows, anywhere dust and dirt collect.  The latrines are cleaned every
day.  You pull latrine duty you clean after everybody is out in the morning
and go back and do what has ta be done during the day."

"You mean we have to clean the bathrooms and be like domestics?"

"Well, if we don't, who do ya thinks gonna do it?  We aren't pigs;
everybody has to pull their weight around here.  Sometimes, we pull duty in
the mess hall, too.  Mr. Barry and Mr. Bob do most of the cookin' and they
supervise and teach us how to help.  See those boys over by the mess hall
there.  They're getting' ready ta serve lunch for all of us.  They have KP
duty today.  Tomorrow, it will be a different set of boys."

"I thought you said they didn't make ya work here?  They make ya go naked
and then they make ya work, and..."

"Nige, you got a lot ta learn, man.  They don't make us go naked."
Patrick's tone revealed a heightened level of anger that was punctuated by
a reddening face.  "Over here the law says any boy below fifteen gets ta
choose if he wants ta wear clothes.  We like it better bein' naked.  Nobody
here is ashamed of their body and nobody here cares.  Besides, the Pope
said it was okay long as we didn't do it for a bad reason.  We wear clothes
away from here, out of respect for other people who might prefer that we
do.  You saw the boys at the senior center and how they were dressed.  They
was Cherubs and that's how we dress; besides the seniors seem ta get a kick
outta it.  We're not charity cases neither and we don't look down on
people.  We take care of ourselves and help Mr.  Dan'l..."

"Patrick," Brad interrupted his friend, "easy man, you're getting' all
worked up.  He didn't mean nothin'.  He's gotta have a chance ta learn what
it's like here, that's all.  You heard Mr. Dan'l."  Patrick looked at his
friend and took a deep breath.  Brad smiled at Patrick.  Brad knew his
lover would really like to just smack this snobby new kid in the mouth; he
also knew that Patrick knew better.

"Nige," Brad turned to talk to the new boy that had incurred Patrick's
wrath. "Ya gotta understand man that, most of these guys, well, they lost
everything.  As far as the law and people were concerned, we weren't any
better than trash.  Most everybody here never did nothin' to lose their
families, but that's what happened and most don't know why.  Yeah, we lived
on the street and yeah, some of us did some things we didn't really like,
but we did what we had ta do.  We knew that from day to day we might not
get back to the group or shelter 'cause the law would catch us and we'd be
sold as slaves.

"It's not like that here.  We're not slaves, nobody treats us like that.
We're thankful for Mr. Dan'l and do what we can to help.  There's two
things you gotta know if you're gonna get along here.  We do not judge each
other; we support each other.  And, if you don't understand what we do,
rather than make a statement about it, it's better ta ask.  Oh, another
thing, Patrick's kinda sensitive about bein' told he was a whore; just in
case you didn't pick up on that one.  He can be kind of a hot-head
sometimes.  I will tell you he's got a nice ass, though."  Brad tried to
elicit a smile from his friend and lover.

Patrick took another deep breath and looked away.  He looked back at Nige
and Brad, and when he looked at Brad, he couldn't help but smile.  Brad
always had a way of doing that to him.  Patrick relaxed and placed a hand
on Nige's shoulder.

"C'mon kid, we gotta find Mr. Rick and find out where you're gonna be
stayin'."  Nige was relieved that Patrick was no longer mad with him.  Now
he could ask some important questions.

"Can I ask about another rule?" The boys waited. "What's the rules on
wankin'?"

"What's wankin'?" Brad asked.  Nige responded with the universal sign known
to all boys.

"Oh!  You mean on jackin' off.  That's up ta each boy; it's your body.
Mr. Dan'l says he knows that boys get horny and what boys like ta do so
while he won't tell you it's okay, he won't say it's not.  Mr. Dan'l knows
what's goin' on.  The rule is though that nobody is forced ta do anything
they don't want to and the little ones are off limits.  Knowin' how
Mr. Dan'l is about the little ones, if anybody ever touched one of them, I
wouldn't want ta be him when Mr. Dan'l found out."

"But, where do ya go ta wank?  Does anybody ever do more than just..?"  The
boys all smiled that knowing smile all boys get when talking about their
favorite activity.

"There's no designated place ya go ta jack-off.  Yeah, there's places the
guys go sometimes when they want some privacy and sometimes they don't
care.  Don't be surprised ta walk into the shower and see some guy there,
as Mr. Mark says it, may be giving some extra time and attention to a
particular part his body." Nige stopped a moment until he understood what
Brad meant, and smiled.

"Nige, you'll see that the older guys that have little brothers may wait
until they get the little ones down for the night before they shower
themselves.  Maybe it's just one or two or maybe a group in the showers
and, well things bein' the way they are, it doesn't take a whole lot to get
kinda worked up and there's been known ta be a pretty good size group
jerk-off goin' on."  Patrick stopped and smiled at Nige as he watched the
boy process what he was told.

"Yeah, and there's a rule, kinda unspoken, too, 'bout if you walk into a
shower and might see a couple of guys standing real, real close together.
You ignore them, like they wasn't there.  What I do is try to turn my back
on them and give them some privacy."

"Just turn your back on them?" Patrick asked his lover.  "How come you
don't just walk back out for a few minutes?"

"Well, I thought about it but you know sometimes there can be some pretty
hot action goin' on, and well, why waist a good opportunity to enjoy that
special kind of relaxin' and a good show?  You know I can get horny, too,
and sometimes need ta take things in hand."  Brad grinned and teased his
friend.  Nige grinned and enjoyed watching the two boys; some boy talk was
universal.

"And since when has this been happenin'?"  Patrick asked.

"Well, not lately, not since Sean beat our asses, anyway.  And, of course,
since I got my best buddy back to kind of. . .you know."  Nige was
surprised and turned to look at Sean who was grinning from ear to ear and
then looked back at the two older boys.  Were they telling him they
sometimes played his kind of games?  Suddenly, he understood why they
talked to one another like they did.

"Sean beat your asses?  Uhhh, can I ask, are you two...ya know?"

 "Yeah, I did; beat 'em good too, but not as much as they deserved; and
yeah, they are."  And the boys laughed at the astonished look Nige gave
them.

"Is there a rule about getting' your bum done?"  The boys continued to
laugh and held out their hands to indicate they didn't understand.

"You know, getting fucked," Nige clarified.

The boys heard the high pitched laughter before they saw the source.
Turning towards the sounds they had to wait only a moment until they saw
the twins come running around the corner of the building.  It was obvious
the boys had been rolling in the sand and were dirty.  They also wore grins
big enough to match their happy laughter.  The twins ran around the small
group without slowing down, headed towards the pool shower.

Behind the twins came Brian and Josh; the twins' big brothers.  Neither boy
walked as though they were in a hurry.  Both boys had been sweating, a good
portion of their bodies was covered in dirt and as they approached the
group, their smell was a sure sign of what they had been doing.

"Having fun early today, guys?"  Patrick teased.

"Fun!  You gotta be shittin' me, man," Brian answered.  "We been havin'
trouble gettin' the twins to settle down and do their studies like they're
supposed to.  They had tests comin' up and brain child here came up with a
way ta get 'em to work harder.  Josh told 'em if they averaged at least
ninety-five percent on all the tests, then we'd play with 'em for half a
day.  Not only that, but he told 'em we'd play any game they wanted." Brian
then added, sarcastically, "Right, brain child?"

"I know I shouldn't ask," Patrick stated, "but what game did they want ta
play?"

"You shittin' me?  What game do those two always want ta play?  The sex
fiend twins of New Horizons?" Brian grinned.  "They scored almost a full
hundred percent and we got raped!"  The other boys burst out laughing while
Nige watched and listened in disbelief.

"I thought the little ones were off limits?" Nige asked.

"They are," Brian answered.  "We didn't bother them; they raped us.  Those
little brats learned what they scored, grinned at one another, grabbed us
by the hand and pulled us out back, behind the orchard.  When we got back
there the two of 'em didn't say a word.  John climbed up on me, wrapping
his arms around my neck and those legs around my waist.  Bill did the same
ta Josh and the two sex machines went wild.  They started more kissin',
suckin' and lickin' than you could think about.  We got branded, but good.
Man, they got us so horned up we didn't know what was happenin'."

"Didn't care, neither," Josh added, grinning.

"Somewhere durin' all that we wound up on our knees, still supportin' the
boys.  Before long they had us on the ground, and, oh God! Are those two
ever good!  Next thing I know, I nearly cleared the ground when John
impaled himself on me.  You shoulda seen his face.  He sat up straight with
his shoulders back, took a deep breath and just smiled.  Next thing I know
he looked down and dove for my nipples.  That boy does like ta suck tit.
Look how red he got me."  Brian paused a moment to catch his breath and
enjoy the memory; then continued.

"You shoulda heard Josh.  Man, he was wigglin' around on that ground
whimperin' worse'n a baby.  Bill bounced up and down like a pogo stick and
Josh yelled out when he came; I'm surprised everybody here didn't hear 'im.
Bill didn't stop neither, those two figure the first two cums is just a
warm-up.  Before it was over, Josh was beggin' the kid to get off 'im.  Can
you imagine that, Josh beggin' not to be brought off?  Problem was, the kid
thought Josh was beggin' 'im to get him off! "  The boys continued to laugh
with some having trouble staying on their feet they laughed so hard.

"Not jus' me.  Brian lay on the ground with his back arched up hollerin'
'ohhh shiiit', 'ohhhh shiit', 'fuck me . . fuck me'.  Hell, he didn't even
realize he was the one doin' the fuckin'."

"No, I wasn't neither.  That kid rode me like we was attached.  Hell, every
time he made me shoot, his grin got that much bigger."  Brian and Josh both
collapsed to the ground and laughed with the other boys.  Both boys also
knew they needed to get to the showers and get cleaned up.  Neither boy
wanted to explain the morning's events to Daniel.  The teasing the boys
would have to endure over being branded multiple times was going to be bad
enough.

Patrick turned and looked at Nige.  "Nige, maybe we need to take you over
to the showers, too.  Man, you're standin' half mast just from seein' these
two horn dogs!"

Nigel blushed and ran towards the showers with the other boys.  His morning
had not begun well; in fact, it was just plain shitty.  Now, he was
laughing with them and thinking this place might be fun after all.  He
couldn't wait to see what happened in the showers at night.

End Ch Seventy-One

To Be Continued

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