Date: Thu, 29 May 2008 15:53:49 -0700 (PDT)
From: adm2780 <adm2780@yahoo.com>
Subject: New Horizons  Chapter Eighty-Two

All rights reserved.  Other than downloading one copy for personal
enjoyment, no part of this story may be reproduced or transmitted by any
means, except for reviews, without the written permission of the author.
As in real life, the sexual themes unfold gradually and are kept to a
realistic level.  Comments on the story are appreciated and may be
addressed to the author, Dwight Wilson, at adm2780@yahoo.com

This story contains descriptions of consensual sexual contact between
males, adult and minor.  As such it is homoerotic, designed for the
entertainment of mature adults.  If you are not of legal age to read such
material, or if the subject matter would create irresolvable personal moral
dilemmas, please exit now.

Note: I would like to thank Colin, John and Matthew for their continued
support and patience while I try to write this story.  Their support and
efforts at editing and correcting my errors keep me focused.  It is the
emails and comments I receive from you, the readers, that encourage me to
continue.


Chapter Eighty-Two: New Horizons

Daniel woke early, as was his habit.  At home, the breaking of dawn was his
signal that a new day was about to begin.  At the slave center, there were
no windows, no clocks, nor anything else that would suggest what time of
day it was, not even if it was day or night.  The boys had been kept in a
holding area where the lights remained on twenty-four hours a day.  Daniel
had asked Gerry to unlock the security box on the light controls so he
could begin getting the boys accustomed to a normal routine.  Sitting up,
Daniel looked around the room and realized the boys had pretty much
remained in their age groups with some of the boys cuddled together.

Arthur had taken Linda and Elizabeth away from the center to stay at a
motel.  There were no private facilities for the ladies and the
accommodations at the slave center were not the most comfortable.  Most
'guests' were required to just find a spot on the floor and lay down.  If
warmth was an issue, there were plenty of warm bodies around to lay with.
'Guests' at such centers were individuals who were either already slaves or
about to become slaves.  Slaves had no rights, including the right to stay
warm and comfortable.  These new boys were neither slaves nor about to
become slaves.  Daniel had arranged for each boy to have a pallet to lie on
and a few blankets for the boys to share.  Sharing, of course, meant the
boys still had to cuddle together.

Michael saw that Daniel was up and joined him.  Looking around, they
spotted Colin off to one side with Nigel spooned into his front.  Daniel
gently shook Colin's shoulder to wake him and let him know he and Michael
were going out to arrange breakfast for the boys and, hopefully, locate
some 'starter fluid', also known as coffee.  Daniel and Michael were both
surprised at the amount of activity they observed in the hall.  The
activity confirmed this was truly a twenty-four hour operation.  Daniel
couldn't help but feel remorse as he watched some of the men who were being
processed.  Some appeared so young, and their lives were now ruined.

"Mike, what do you think the boys can eat this morning?  They seemed to
handle the soup last night without any problems."

"I know.  I also have to admit I was a little surprised.  When they've had
nothing but slave chow for a period of time, their body adjusts to the
food.  I was afraid some of them might have problems digesting the soup and
crackers.  However, I think this morning we can step things up and, if it's
available, we'll try some oatmeal and toast.  If their systems can handle
the milk, I think we'll be fine when they get to camp."

"Well, you know Barry.  If the kids need something special until they
adjust, he won't stop until they have it."

"Daniel!  Michael!"  Both men stopped and turned to see Gerry Nelson
approaching them from behind.

"Good morning," Gerry continued as he neared.  "I'm guessing you're looking
for coffee and breakfast for the boys."

"Good guess," Daniel replied with a smile.  "Since the boys are still
asleep, we'll take the coffee first."

"Well, how about coming with me and we'll go to the managers' cafeteria."
Daniel was a little surprised; he didn't realize the cafeterias were
designated for specific personnel.

"You have to remember that these facilities were originally organized by
ex-military personnel," Gerry began to explain after seeing Daniel's
reaction.  "They believed officers and subordinate personnel should
function separately and continued that idea into civilian life.  I've been
in the other cafeteria several times and the topics of conversation didn't
do anything for me.  There are some people who find discussing discipline
issues and solutions entertaining; I'm not one of those people."

"Gerry," Michael redirected the subject. "We're hoping to arrange for the
boys to have breakfast, but we don't want to be an inconvenience.  Your
people have been very supportive."

"Good, that's what I hoped to hear.  My people had been directed to give
you whatever you needed.  If you don't get it, I'd appreciate it if you let
me know."  Gerry then changed the subject.

"Let me ask you something, Mike, if I may.  Have you checked the boys for
chips?  Some masters like to chip them in addition to their slave
identification tattoo.  We have the facilities for removing them fairly
quickly and the boy should only feel a slight soreness for a couple of
days."

"I was going to do that when we reached the camp.  The area we are working
in wasn't equipped for the test and we didn't want to impose any more than
we already have."

"Nonsense.  Let me suggest this.  Bring the boys to this cafeteria for
breakfast and they can eat all they want.  When they finish, we can walk
them through the detector, it's like walking through a door.  We also have
a hand-held unit you can use to test the boys; whatever's convenient to
you.  Anyone that has a chip that needs removal, my people will be more
than happy to assist."  Gerry paused a moment before asking another
question.  "Daniel, how's Nigel doing?  Colin asked that I show Nigel some
of the ugly side, and that's what we did.  He saw part of the discipline
area and training area.  I was afraid from the expressions I saw, that it
might have been a little much for him."

"Did Colin explain the situation with Nigel?"

"Yes, he did.  All I can say is that it's sick.  I work here Daniel; I'm a
state employee.  Some of these people I have no sympathy for, after
reviewing their files; most have had more than one second chance.  When
they started bringing kids here to process, I started counting my days to
retirement.  What we're doing with this group of boys is the first time I
have felt good about any of it."

                                           * * * *

Daniel was pleasantly amazed at how quickly the new boys blended with the
boys brought from New Horizons. The boys could have been any group of
school boys sitting in the cafeteria enjoying their meal.  The only
difference was that most of his boys were still naked.  The older boys,
those too old to qualify legally to be able to go nude at their leisure,
were required to don shorts with the shirt an option.  As slaves, they
could walk around naked regardless of age, at the master's option.  These
boys were now free.  Daniel, nor anyone else associated with the effort,
wanted to give an excuse to someone looking for a reason to cause the boys
trouble; they could be arrested for indecent exposure.

The adults sat at one table where they could watch the boys, but gave the
boys their own space.  This also gave the adults the opportunity to have a
private conversation.

"Colin," Daniel began, "Gerry told us about the areas you toured and he was
concerned over Nigel's reaction."

"So am I, Daniel.  I'm concerned, not worried.  At the moment he seems to
be trying to digest a lot of what he saw and heard.  It was a little rough
in the discipline and training areas.  There was one slave that was
rebellious and not accepting his position.  They had him spread and secured
on the X-frame and were whipping him with a leather strap.  Gerry said the
idea was to inflict the pain without leaving any permanent damage.  He also
told us the owner had said he didn't care if there were scars, it might do
the slave good.  It wasn't pretty.

"I asked Gerry why the man had been enslaved and he told us the young man
was convicted of driving under the influence which caused a wreck and
killed someone in the other car.  Drunk driving.  The fella was only
twenty-five years old and now a slave for life.  He's now owned by the
family of the person that was killed.  Seems he wanted to argue over who
was at fault for the wreck.  He was not only dumb, he was stupid.

"Anyway, I think the strikes with the leather strap were harder than Nigel
thought they might be, or harder than anything he had witnessed or
experienced.  At the moment he's a little withdrawn.  After that we went to
the training area where they were teaching them slave rest, slave present
and the usual conduct expected from a slave.  I asked Gerry not to spare
any shock value so he showed Nigel where a slave was being trained to give
oral pleasure and another slave, anal pleasures.  There was nothing
delicate about it and the slave's screams were almost unnerving for me.  I
think they would have really gotten to Nigel, but I'm waiting for him to
decide he wants to talk."

"Wow!" was all Daniel could say.  "Sounds like Nigel got a real eye-opener
all in one huge dose.  Do you think we need to have someone talk to him,
like a psychologist?"

"Not now.  I think the big issue for him is that what he has been told by
the people back home, and what he witnessed here, are so far apart, that he
needs to work it out in his own mind.  I'm just hoping that what he saw
registered and he understands there is nothing good about being a Devil Ray
slave-boy with a master.  My other hope is that I can find a way to make
his so-called master pay for what he's done to Nigel and, I'm sure, a lot
of other boys."

                                           * * * *

Michael entered the room where they had been staying.  Daniel was talking
to the boys.

"Boys, Dr. Mike has just come in with a special tool that's used to detect
chips; specifically, slave chips that may have been imbedded in your body.
Those of you that have already had your physical exam know that no one
checked for the chips yesterday.  Yesterday, we didn't know if we would
have the facilities to remove any chips; today, we do.  Do any of you know
for a fact that you are chipped?"

The four oldest boys raised their hands.  Daniel wasn't surprised by two of
them, Jonathan and Nathan.  Their master let them out, which meant
transporting them to various locations for abuse.  Any slave that spent a
specified percentage of their time away from their base was required to be
chipped.  Several of the boys weren't sure, but didn't think they were
chipped.

The simple answer was to check all of the boys.  Jonathan and Nathan
checked out positive for the chip.  Six other boys also checked out
positive.  Only the youngest boys were not chipped, including young
William.  Michael addressed the boys so they could understand what was to
happen next.

"Gentlemen, the only cure is to remove the chip.  Four of you appear to
have had the chip inserted through the anal canal.  What happens is a probe
would be inserted in the anus.  The probe is flexible and can be bent
around curves in your internal organs.  When the chip is installed, it's
usually pretty deep inside you, so that special equipment is required to
remove it.  That's what we plan on doing.  If you don't have the special
equipment, the only method that can be used to remove the chip is surgery.

"Boys, the chips must come out.  If you try to leave here with those chips
in you, alarms will go off all over the place, including the police
headquarters.  We could offer them a good explanation for the false alarm,
but who wants to have to do that?  The procedure shouldn't be painful.  It
will be a reverse motion from when the chips were planted.  I'll give each
of you a pill that will make you relax and numb your senses.  The effects
only last for two or three hours.  Those who have already had an exam will
go first.  Those who have not had an exam, will have the chip removed as
part of their exam.

"Four of you have the chip inserted between your shoulder blades not too
far under the surface of your skin.  For you boys, we will spray a numbing
substance on your skin, make a very small slit with the scalpel, and then
remove the chip.  You'll need about three stitches that can be removed in
about a week.  When the spray wears off, it will only feel like a minor
mosquito bite.  If you don't have any questions, I need for those who have
had their exam to follow me and we'll get this over with."

When Michael left with the boys to remove their chips, one of his
assistants came in looking for the first four boys of the day.  As it
turned out, because Michael would be using one exam area and an assistant
to remove the chips, only one boy was taken for his exam while two were
privileged to visit the dentist.  The boys that left with Michael didn't
look too happy about the idea of someone cutting something out of them.
The boys that left with the assistant didn't look thrilled with the idea of
an exam and the dentist.

                                           * * * *

The last group of boys were with Michael and the dentist.  Jonathan and
Nathan had returned from having their chips removed.  Both were happy to
have the last vestige of their slavery taken from them, even if they did
walk a little strangely and sit delicately.  All of the boys that required
anal surgery for chip removal were back; most lay on the floor resting.
Daniel thought it was a combination of nerves and physical discomfort.
Some of the other boys appeared to be trying to take a little nap.  A few
were talking, mostly about what it was like back at the camp.  Others,
including Jonathan and Nathan talked with Nigel.

"Nige, what is a Devil Ray?"  Daniel couldn't tell who had asked the
question; it really didn't matter.  Daniel listened carefully.

"The Devil Rays is a group of men and boys back home, where I come from.
The men are s'posed to teach the boys how to be men.  They teach 'em how to
stay in control and how to do the right things for the men.  When you reach
a certain level, you go through a test and if you pass, then you can be
part of a show they do every month.  The show is so everybody can see how
strong you've become."

"What do they do at the shows?"

"Depends on the age of the boy and what he's been trained ta do.  The boys
are from eight years old to fifteen.  If ya hadn't made it by the time your
fifteen, they throw you out and another boy gets a chance."

"But, what do ya do?  What did you do?"

"My master whipped me.  I had to stand with me hands around a pole and take
a leather strap over the back of my body without saying anything.  He
started out with just a few at a time, and in time I got to where I could
take more.  I was almost high enough so I could be in the auction at the
end of the show, when my dad made me come here."

"Nigel, you said 'master'.  That almost sounds like you let yourself be a
slave.  That punishment you talk about..."

"It wasn't punishment; it was a test," Nigel corrected Jonathan.

"Bull shit!  You can call it a test if you want, but it was the same shit
we had ta go through.  Men came in and rented us.  Sometimes we were taken
away for a weekend or several days at a time for parties.  They tied us to
x-frames and then used whips and straps on us.  The people at the party
thought it was fun to hear us suffer and cry.  They made bets on how many
licks we could take before we cried out.  It didn't matter, 'cause whoever
lost the bet was pissed with us and would take the whip and punish us more
for hollerin'.  If you made a man lose, he liked to take a whip with
several thin leather straps on it and whip your balls from behind.  That's
not any test, 'cept to see if you live through it.  Any of the boys in that
group you talk about ever get somethin'shoved up his butt?"

"Yeah," Nigel answered, simply, and then continued, "They had a chair they
sat in with this cone shaped thing sticking up from the seat.  The cone was
greased up and the boy would be holding himself up by a rope.  The rope
would have grease on it too.  The boy would try to avoid sliding down, but
there was no way he could stop himself.  If he could slide all the way down
without using his safe word, then he got a reward.  If he used his safe
word, then his master would lay him over the back of the chair and whip him
before he fucked him.  We thought it was what you were supposed to do;
that's what they told us.  But, after seeing what's in this place, I'm not
so sure."

"What'd you see here?"

"Mr. Nelson showed us the punishment area and the training area.  He said
masters brought in slaves that didn't behave and had them punished here.  I
saw one fella, he was grown, but he still looked kinda young to me.
Mr. Nelson said the slave refused to accept that he was a slave and do what
his master said.  They were whipping him with a big leather strap.
Mr. Nelson said it was a barber's strop.  He said that they'd keep whipping
him till he broke and accepted what he was."  Nigel stopped talking; he
thought about what he had seen.  After a few minutes, he looked at the boys
and spoke again.

"In the training area, they had some men tied down to what Mr. Nelson said
was a horse.  They were teaching the men how to please their new master
with anal sex.  One of the men was getting buggered in the arse and in his
mouth.  I saw a man who looked about as old as my dad.  Mr. Nelson said he
was a professional and got caught stealing money.  Now, he was a slave for
life.  Some lady bought him and wanted him properly trained to give sex to
her teenage boys.  Claimed the boys could satisfy their sex drive with the
man and she didn't have to worry about them getting some girl pregnant and
ruining their lives like the slave ruined his.  When I watched, I felt
sorry for the man."

"Nigel," Nathan began, "why would you want to have a master and let him
abuse you?  Do you know what The Devil Rays sound like to me?  They sound
like an S&M club like the one that owned me and Jonathan.  Do you know what
happened to the boys after they got older than fifteen?"

"Yeah, my master said they got to go to a home where somebody loved them
and took care of them."

"Took care of 'em?  That sounds a lot like they became somebody's slave.
Do you know what a dungeon or play pen is?"

"No."

"That's where they take boys and punish them for the pleasure of making the
boy hurt.  I was taken to more than one.  Sometimes, there'd be several of
us there.  I saw them take this one boy and when they put cuffs on his
wrists, they hooked him by a chain and pulled him up; left him hanging in
the middle of the room.  His feet were wrapped by a chain hooked in the
floor, but they didn't pull it tight.  They wanted the poor bastard to have
room to bounce around when they shocked him.  They put clips on his tits, a
metal ring around his nuts and attached wires.  They stuck a metal rod up
his butt with wires, too.  They connected the wires to a machine, then they
sent out electrical shocks to the kid's tits, balls, and up his ass.  He'd
scream and jerk around.  They left him there all night.  When he passed
out, they threw cold water on him and whipped him for passing out.  Every
time he screamed, they laughed and changed money.  They were bettin' on how
much he could take.  Now, that sounds a lot like those people you talk
about."

Nigel looked at the boys, but said nothing.  He thought for a few minutes
and looked, intermittently, at his dad.  Tears ran down his face, but he
didn't cry.  Before long, Nigel rose and walked towards his dad.

                                           * * * *

 "Father!"  Daniel greeted Father Andrew, pleasantly surprised by the
unexpected visit.

"Daniel, I heard you were here, and why.  I thought I might come by and see
if there was anything I could do to help.  I assume those are the boys?"

"That's all but three of them.  The last three are with Michael and the
dentist.  As soon as they finish, and we can get the paperwork signed,
we'll take them out of here."

"The dentist?  Daniel, that's almost cruel!" Father Andrew teased Daniel.
"I'm sure the boys will be more than happy to get out of here."  Father
Andrew walked over to the boys, who stood as soon as they saw him approach.

"Boys, I'm the priest that visits all the boys at New Horizons."  He then
turned to Jeremy.  "Hi, Jeremy.  Are you doing alright?"

"Yes, thank you, Father.  I'm here to help if I can."

"Jeremy, I think if anyone can, it's you.  You can understand what these
boys have been through more than anyone else."  Looking around at all the
boys, there was one boy in particular that would not look at the priest.
Father Andrew approached the boy and, placing a finger under the boy's
chin, lifted his head so his face could be seen.

"Young man, why won't you look at me?"  The young boy's face showed the
obvious signs of recent crying.  "Why do you cry?"

"I'm bad, Father.  I can't look at you.  I did bad things."

"Son, what is your name?  How old are you?"

"Carlos, Father, and I'm nine."

"What do you think you have done that was so bad?"

"Father, I did bad things.  Father, I had sex with men and they did things
to me."

"What kind of things, Carlos?"  Father Andrew fully understood the nine
year old boy's problems and wanted the boy to talk.  Judging by the boy's
looks, his name, the way he rolled his "r's" and the staccato finish he
placed on the "o" in his name, the priest guessed the boy was Spanish and,
most likely, Catholic.

"Father, they said what I did made me a cocksucker and that I was dirty.
Sometimes, the men would pick me up and do other things to me.  Father,
they would wet me with their stuff and then make me eat it.  They told me I
was a low animal and didn't deserve to wear clothes like decent people."

 Daniel watched as the priest took a deep breath.

"Carlos, you did not do anything bad.  You were made to do those things and
the people that were bad were the people that made you do them.  Wouldn't
you have been punished and hurt if you didn't do what they said?"

"Yes, Father."

"Then it is they who are the bad ones and have sinned, not you.  Come to me
child."  When Carlos stood barely inches from Father Andrew, the priest
reached within his bags and brought out a small vile of water.  Placing his
hand on Carlos' head, Father Andrew began to say something in Latin which
Daniel couldn't fully understand. However, he did understand that Carlos
was being anointed.

"Carlos, look at me.  The Father has forgiven you for any sins you may have
committed.  Your Father wants you to be the beautiful and happy child that
he placed on this earth.  Do you feel bad because you are naked?"

"Yes, Father," Carlos answered hesitantly, and added, "they told me I was
an animal and animals didn't wear clothes."

"You are the Father's creation.  He did not create anything that was ugly.
He created man in his own image.  To say that you are ugly is to say that
God is ugly.  Do you think that God is ugly?"  Carlos looked shocked.

"Oh, no, Father!  I do not think that.  I would never, ever think that,
Father!"

"Then do not think that you are ugly."  Father Andrew looked at the boy and
smiled.  "Carlos, I think that you are beautiful.  Do you know Ben?"  The
priest motioned for Ben to join them.  "Ben, can you tell Carlos how you
dress at home?"

"We are naked.  You said we were created beautiful and should not be
ashamed to show ourselves."

"And do you show yourself?"

"Yes, Father," Ben answered with a sheepish grin.

"Ben, do you think you could stay by Carlos for now, and help him?"

"Yes, Father."

Daniel watched as Father Andrew spoke with each of the boys.  With every
boy he placed his hand on their head, gave them a blessing and anointed
them with what Daniel assumed was holy water.  As Daniel watched, not
wanting to interrupt, Gerry Nelson walked in with the last three boys.
Arthur and Michael were with them.  The boys looked at Daniel, and Daniel
nodded for them to join the others with Father Andrew.

"Daniel," Gerry spoke softly so as not to disturb the priest, "these are
the papers.  Sign one set for me and you are ready to go."  Arthur nodded
to Daniel to let him know everything was in order.  Daniel signed the
required papers.

"What do you do now, Daniel?" Gerry asked.

"We try to get them some help to deal with what's happened; then we look
for their families and try to reunite them.  All children need loving
parents and a loving home."

"Daniel, it's almost noon.  I know you want to get the boys out of here.
Would it help if I asked the kitchen to pack a lunch for all of them?
Maybe they could eat on the bus or you may want to stop someplace quiet for
them."  Daniel thought for a moment and then thanked Gerry for his offer;
it would help.  Daniel shook Gerry's hand and then joined the boys with
Michael, Arthur and Colin, who had been waiting with Daniel.

"Boys, it's about that time; time to leave here and enter a brighter
future."  Daniel turned to Terry and Greg. "Would you mind getting the
clothes for the boys?"

"Mr. Daniel?"  Carlos looked at Daniel with those huge brown eyes.  "The
Father said I was beautiful and I didn't need to hide myself.  Ben said you
let them go naked at home."  Daniel looked at Father Andrew, who suppressed
a smile.

"Are you telling me that you want to walk out of here naked?"

"Yes, sir," one of the older boys answered, "and . . .well . . .out the
front door, too.  We want to show 'em we aren't ashamed like they said we
should be.  The Father said he would walk with us."

Daniel looked over at Father Andrew, who returned a slight smile and a
shirk of his shoulders, before answering the boys.

"Okay, guys, if that's what you want.  However, Kevin, you, Terry and Greg
are over the allowed age limit.  The three of you will have to at least
wear shorts so we don't all get into trouble."  Carlos gave Daniel a
questioning look.  "They aren't as beautiful as you; that's all."  Daniel
rubbed the top of the young boy's head.  "Let's go home."

                                           * * * *

Gerry Nelson was standing in the reception area, ready to escort Daniel and
the boys out.  As they exited the building, the boys looked around, smiled
and waved to everyone.  Outside, standing in the warm, bright sunlight, the
boys stopped and stretched.  Daniel knew the boys were just putting on a
show, letting everyone know that they were naked and didn't care.  Daniel,
Gerry and Father Andrew all had a little laughed and then urged the boys to
continue towards the bus.

As the boys approached the bus, one of the guards stepped off.  The boys
stopped and watched as the guard smiled at them and stepped out of their
way.  The guard's actions were quite different from what the boys normally
received from guards.  As the boys boarded the bus, they began to laugh.
They were proud that they had done what they set out to do.  They walked
out the front door, stark naked, and proud.  They were also very happy that
Daniel, Arthur, Father Andrew, and others were with them to give support.

After thanking Gerry Nelson for his support and saying their goodbyes,
Daniel boarded the bus, smiling.  He knew that what the boys thought was a
big deal for them, was really a little on the childish side.  He also
understood that the boys had not been allowed to be kids for a long time;
they had earned the right to be a little childish if they wanted.

"Daniel, it appears that Gerry had his people put enough food on this bus
to feed an army." Michael commented.

"Michael, feeding this many boys is like feeding an army; they are
bottomless pits when it comes to food." Daniel paused a moment, and then
asked, "What time is it?"

"Not quite eleven.  You thinking of doing what I think you are?"

"Why not?  The boys deserve a chance to be normal and enjoy themselves.
I'm also hoping it will help them relax more.  Have you noticed that about
the only time they are relaxed is when we have them grouped together?
They're trying to be normal, but have a long way to go, yet.  Besides, with
the lunch Gerry's people provided us, the timing will be just about right."

Daniel had to laugh to himself as he heard the increasingly louder mumbling
coming from the boys as they approached the beach and the boys read the
sign that said "nude beach".  There were a number of expletives which
Daniel was sure that Father Andrew would just as soon not here, but had
heard many times before.  The boys didn't seem to believe that such beaches
existed.

"Okay, fellas.' Daniel paused for the boys to quiet down a little.  "Before
we leave the bus, Dr. Mike has some sun block for each of you.  The first
trip we made with the boys to Fort Ogden, we stopped at this same beach.
They, like you, were a little apprehensive at being nude.  We thought we
would show them that there are places people come to enjoy just being
natural.  The rules are simple.  Don't go in water over waist deep, don't
ever swim alone, and be courteous to anyone you see on the beach.  Lunch
will be in one hour."

The boys acted like any kids their ages on the beach; dumb and fun loving.
Most of the adults sat under the shelter with the picnic tables and just
watched the boys.  Most of the boys had some tan, and no tan lines.  All of
the boys needed to use the sun block.  Being made to stay inside most of
the time, the freedom to run and play in the ocean and enjoy the warmth of
the sun was a treat.  The adults knew that the boys would be just as tanned
as all the boys at New Horizons within a couple of weeks.

Daniel watched the boys, primarily to be sure none of them became too
rambunctious and showed courtesy to other sun worshippers.  The boys stayed
in groups of two or more and before long, no one would have realized they
hadn't always been just simple fun-loving kids.  Daniel did watch, and
became curious, when he spotted Jonathan and Nathan slipping off behind the
dunes.  Daniel circled around so the boys would not spot him to see what
they were up to.

The boys had just stepped over the dune line and positioned themselves
behind one of the higher dunes.  Their actions reminded Daniel of Evan and
his family during that first trip.  It wasn't long before the two boys
confirmed Daniel's suspicions.  The two boys had dropped to their knees and
were soon embracing one another.  Both boys had been in the same S&M club
and, from the bits of information Daniel had been able to gather, had been
let out jointly for entertainment on many occasions.  There was no doubt
that the boys were familiar with one another.

Jonathan and Nathan began exchanging little peck-like kisses.  Neither boy
pushed to hold the other tightly and invade the other's mouth.  They moved
slowly, almost seductively, as they exchanges light kisses on the lips, the
face, the neck and elsewhere.  Nathan tongue bathed Jonathan's neck and
slowly moved down to inhale a nipple.  Jonathan reacted by arching his back
and inhaling through clenched teeth.  While Nathan suckled, Jonathan deftly
twisted pinched and played with the younger boy's nipples.

Daniel knew that, judging by the boys' actions, they were not strangers to
one another and this was more than adolescent play.  The boys were not
having mere sex, they were making love to one another.  Two youths, their
bodies lightly tanned, both thoroughly familiar with the other's body,
fondled and caressed his lover.  They didn't rush, they deliberately took
their time and made sure the other could appreciate what was happening.
Daniel knew he should give them privacy, but he was concerned.  The boys
had heard the rules regarding no exchange of body fluids until the lab
results were returned.  These two boys wee in heat and their boy-hoods
evidenced their need.

Daniel continued to observe the boys as they each reached down and massaged
the other's tight bubble lobes.  Jonathan spread his knees further apart,
while Nathan pressed his boyhood into Jonathan's perineum and began to
slowly move forward and back.  Jonathan reached down and cupped Nathan's
full sac in the palm of his hand, squeezing only slightly.  Shortly, Nathan
pulled his boyhood from between his lover's legs, and the two boys allowed
their tools to be pressed tightly between their young bodies.  As they
gripped their lover's globes and pulled themselves together, hard, Daniel
was satisfied the boys would observe the rules, and left them.


End Chapter Eighty-Two

To Be Continued

Comments Welcome: contact Dwight Wilson at adm2780@yahoo.com